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setting the record straight on April (Free verse) by poetandknowit

april is not the cruelest month. what does that dead fart know about seasons and to claim he was from this state of show me where ashcroft hoisted the government to new heights, lost to a dead man and then went on to use his apt knowledge of law to destroy all the wrongdoers who dare pick their nose in a pubic place unless it is a wal-mat, then, along with your slimy nose dropping, you can get the buy one get one free special during turkey season on the latest and greatest 30-06 with a big beast of a barrel and bullets to kill april, because if he had any sense and had spent more than two days in this fair state of perpetual show me, where only two amish were killed on the way to market in drive bys last year with the new movement of random acts of kindness, he - that dead fart, not ascroft, nor the dead guy he lost too - would know that november and december are unbearable in misery.

horus8 17-Aug-02/10:29 PM
yeah z... i feel a bit better..lot's of driving though, but the over abundance of introspective bikini patters did seem to eventually balance out the grueling race there.. if you call getting washing machined by 6-10 foot shorebreakers at the wedge (famous ca beach south of balboa that has a jetti which pushes the swells to double their size, aka el playa that breaks necks, and sandblasts your arse crack) purged. as far as the bottle goes...ah..tonight it's a crisp chianti with a bit of broiled sea bass on top of rice pilaff. i might jerk off to buffalo 66 for an encore...or maybe glue more junk drawer items to my breakfast nook table(due to frequent mushroom ingestions this summer my day room table and benches have become some of my more artistically inclined friends, and i's pet project. it's all for the love of mother, but where could she be? island hopping with the columbian drug cartel and designing panties i bet, yes, i'd wager p&k's one fingered farm on that. she is a malignant breeder that one, the more she kicks me, the more i bow to her swollen femininity




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