Anastasia is on fire. Sears. Steak. The burning /smoking of shit piles. What is left but the stuff of manuer. Tell it to my heart, tell me I'm the only one. Is it love or just a game ? Tell it to my heart, tell me I'm the only one. Every time you call my name!! Sweet Amber Woods. We don't know what hapeened to her, but the last time we saw h
she is was in the back seat of the car waiting in the parking lot for her mom and adad to come back out of the
chick-fil-a during the counter-attack movemetn of the gays trying to defame the property with rainbow taileywakers and
dildo rainbow pie graffiti. but of course, but of course, when they returned to see the car emtypy who were they going to blame?
Not the jews. Not the arabs. Not the taliban. Not even the tv anchor who sleeps during the monochromoati applause
 applause but that tiny little lizard that screems screaming for attaention in that horrific ly appostryphy australian accent th e"Geico " Ceigo!!!! we will save you hundreds the
subliminal messages say over and over again. Why won/'t they get to somthing substantial everything its ok to be mispelled but there are rules of the game
that you have to fooloow if you're to win. What are the rules of teh game that one is supposed to follow if he is supposzsed to win the game ?
I don't know what the frules of the game are so why deon't you read them to me mr. smarty pants in the red jeans that you've purchesed from a bum in the northern parts of ssanta fe new mexico.
Santa fe new mexico? Where did that come from? I'll tell you where that come from? What was I sayint the other day about the reeds?
 I don't think you were saying much of anything about t the reeds. Yeah i was. It was abou tht e stone and the soup . The soup stone thikn off
thin of the ducks think of the ducks tno that's can't be ritht it wa thinkk of all the bunnies the bunny rabbits thiknk of the bunny rabits and the farm and the haves and have s nots.
Thats why I believe the gretatesty choice for the article couldn't be any tother than the great modern author who is readily unregc=nzied mr
orsen wells. shit that's not the right name. it was wass the tha tower wells. or Wells tower, That's it wells towdr. Too hard to type with dry fingers
after swimming the lapps in the pool watching on the back floating in black rubbery gear the stars or that is,
the one star that seems direcetlyu overhead a sil er punchline stuck in teh black paper of the foreverness
that splinter of creation a piercing faraway candlight that could, at any moment burst to eruption to blackness where
the sound and smurfs and hollahockadays are spun to inward bounds inward sucked to oblivian and
this is the star ... the elstrian marigold round. spinning little orb that rotates round and round
flinging its light as far from itself like the orcs and jaw=-breakers in the summer you suck on that jack-breaker until the tooth
breaks out that little operaticismsm is there such a thing wavering? That scould scout coult not take but the bend of the turn
where one is likelyto  bump the noggin or two or three two two three two two three two two
one or two?
How do you like your beans cooked, mrs? do you like them with lard or without lard/ I prefer them without says the dutchess in the royal purple
holiday suit with the cown nose looking down at the cancer patient with a bald head. that was when I remember
that sweeat amber woods is no longer in the back seat of the truck a doodle doo that crazy ass clown is not another pantomine
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