We are only twenty years behind recording your trouble.
National Flag Reflected in and on Screen of TV Playing
I am sorry I am angry at you when when the image can not remove even when tTtV is off while peoples reflections prostitute the image on TV off so they hide in shows of Springer Sally and Homer beguiled tales of Attica leave now let that woman go slow for show of no manage of man Guillotine kind punish rather than living convict punctual knowing of time of DeATH is bliss of separation of infliction of infection and effecting of affection lump of war to be deserted for good when all wanted leader dead
run if you can after the carriage filled with corpses of all butTt the one escaping breath in hell of all last breaths not one who breathes for fear of lives like their Queens and Kings of prepared papers arriving on cobbled stone roads of Roman erection who are you but a living hidden on the wagon of dead of partial load of rot the rest are walking around blending in with bastards and rats to survive for xmas tree horror sorry I am anXious I need something to drink like a digital camera no waiting no slaves roll on the ground till a lesbian kisses you out of her fear that this embrace of life is swallowed as fake blood such an idiot she falls in love with CPR while the need is false yo yo strings all leave the broken bottom of the line the period of this poem is fucked up because I yes I am a mad man an sane mad man an alert sane mad man about to be crazy with frog-giveness of having to wear a half of a broken pair of handcuffs bought at a dollar store so I should have gotten fifty cents back in return but they look more cool than wearing the entire confinement so perhaps I should have supplied a bonus to the seller of cuff reasons for love is face hands necks legs temple of doom and getting a cab to her fucking place beautiful bodies are complicated and ugly and plants are simple and so much better here and then we smoke the dumb fuckers feeling better yet in your beautiful body I will kill you tobacco because you need time with me uncle John never smoked but he did weld the steel of wheel that turned for your goodies of grocery stores and now you are to late to tanX him and you get older by shop till drop then shop buy others as a medicine of nursing the longest span of the bridge that collapsed out of sight before the far shore that can never be reached with a cock suck term of driving that uncle John never had because he never traveled far enough to see a bridge that he could not see the other side of hellish more crossingsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssisistTter who may live there but he gave her privacy of out house skirts swap until they are grabbed in rescue and she yells help as her rotten seams of twenty years of decay dis and integrate his hands were of care rest not mole rest in her fertile mound that needed to be smoothed by swat of twat the passing cars avert and deflect the flying miss taking police lead of stopping power of no good fucking reason but he will get away with this Nature of his professional inhuman JOB no matter to her because she and her em-bare-ass-meant we are all our own fathers so why is not DNA all the same lie caring and wanting emptiness is two dead birds in the same cage HUNGER is not pain but MESSAGE and the best fortune telling is that nothing really happens on the end of mainstreet party when the floor beams its light skyward as we tear down the walls of being more narrow with importance sad if born at birth the happy life is lived till we die again as ????????????????????? newborn sad litTtle fuckers that are empty without a pick of guitar to pluck the twang of all cat killing what are we doing here but take it back and you will still be here till you will still be here till you will die to still be here tanX heaven for green grass its soul is the cud of contemplative cows the supreme knowledge of all knowledge until they lose some teeth and drop the cud that is gobbled up^ by the ever so hole popping gopher that so generously chirps to all neighboring gophers to come and learn
Prime-Time Crime Time (600 pages) is a collection of 35 fictional crime/detective stories and the work is author Jay Dubya's 43rd published hardcover/paperback book.
A raw in your face story of teenage love, lust, murder, and revenge set in the Bronx in the early seventies, where the cold business world of organize crime melds with the brutality of street gang warlords that ignites a winner takes all battle for u
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