Did you hear the sound that they came from? You sir have need of intuitive recompensation for the toils of the mighty. Leave us with more than you left with before now! Feel the tweaks of undaunted foibles and liberated equivicals! If the moist one moves before its has made bread then I will surely be made to antiquing.
but I digress is this progress? or the equivalent of a fat man in a dress? you fancy pancy pinhead Is that a voice from the dead that whispers in the cupboard? An unjusly bequeathed compensation freely uttered. the dogs are in the hall the bown leaves of Paul if I m,ade more cents I'd be paying more rents
See the smells of the fancy multicolored sounding bigtop bitches experince the tastes of true liquidation at the fruits of our indescretions lubricate yourself with metal shavings and bathe in terminological inexactitude and love thy fishwife! Superfriends untie!! in the collosal downstream of elaphant shit and white whine with cream topping!!!! accentuate the nighttime sunlight with liquid dreams of multicolored flavors of putrescence and thank the DOGS for the moon leaping under-cow UNDERSTAND the DREAMS of the yesteryears 5 o'clock shadows of long departed gasses....dogbye godwrench jehovah's chicken freaks at nightbreak!! The STARK FIST OF REMOVAL HOVERS ABOVE US ALL!! Forget not the cheeses of sandwich past! and dreadnought the questions that long trouble ye yonder by break of the breaking dawns perilous awakening on the new ventire of times broken light.....til yesterday!
Oh Nutball, wht lays ahead is a magnimonious assault on the flowering principles of healthy diets and the automobile industry at large. The very cruxt of the biscuit appears to be less than a mere flash in the pan. When the duck and all associated peripherals are given less accountability than the afoementioned few, dark days will soon be ahead and quite possibly to the side. Repent!
Words are such blunt tools
whether used by the wise or fools
Such crude instruments of communication
One's meaning can bear no relation
to another's interpretation
Cruel that words are all we've got
to communicate with, but not
so much meaning and so little
as with my words I whittle
Away at the day
Only to try to say
what some may never understand
though I am but a simple man
How many wars have been fought?
how many teas of sadness or joy brought
by such an irrelavent tool
Who was the fool
that made up the concept of the word
Be it ever so upsurd....
[This message has been edited by NutBall (edited 07-23-99).]