The Answer my Friend is Gurglin' in the Wind

Klytus Don't Truck in NO HIP-ee. Peace out.

1st Gen punx '77-79 Houston Tx No urinals at Paradise Island

Piss IN sink instead. 'K. Bell bottom hang-bangs

Stevie Nix. NO say's I: I donot like IT

Hate & War ~ "The only things we got today" - Strummer J.

Dead early. Same as Hips. Different but same. Strange.

'Lectrical shockers wake up dead 60's rock stars.

"They Live" you sleep...

Two boneheads Heard backwards Beatle's wind blowin'

Dylan' know what they wuz doin' dey sed.

SSSuuure. Sez U! Cult starz carry out plotz

Fanboyz/gilz swoon. Klytus: What a maroon!

Watch razor's apples out!

Cuntry Joe & the Fried fish

Fishy

Zappa

Capt. Beefheart

Crazy Arthur Brown

I truck in mad clowns.

Too furry.

Flava vision's not blurry.

I like that coinage. I salute you sir.

He's had "redistribution" standing solid in bold print on the face of his site for three days.

I mailed in my absentee ballot for Obama last week.

Eyez hates sportx. But will have southern fried felafel with Glenn 'n Celery. Who's buyin'? Potsdam Steelers vs. Vatican Cardinals 'K?

Long live the new loaf!

Me, Ashlyn Gere, and Patty Hearst.

But Annie W. gives good Drudge.

You just said a mouthful bud.

When do I get to put my feet in some wet cement on the walk of infamy?

Celery. Read Mark E. Smith. Mr. Pharmacist! Drago's Guilt. Hey Luciani! Good FALL poet. Latrines sink. Yesteryears Kraft Mac. No McCains. REEALLY! Fallin' Ditch ain't gonna get my bones or yers...Bath room's writins sumtimes enlightnin', BUT Celery has the crunch of TRUTH. At least on attempts. Tempts? Healthful as always. No flatter shrimp batter. No Cuntry Jones 'n fish 'n chips.

...but only the Scorpians can rock it like a hurricane.

shit.

Obama is a neo-Caliph, and I Klytus the tyrant am poised to become his new chief Grand Vezir, custodiam of the royal Hareem, and broom sweeper of the Royal Seraglio. Long live his majesty the Caliph!

A Thousand & One Delights

Verily, indeed, it shall grander than the court of Haroun al-Rashid.

Surely I should only be rewarded a star for shooting Iraqis. Long live the usurper's of his majesty Haroun al-Rashid's glory!

Of McCainian machinations

And an iron pressed thumb....

AND a star?

May Allah reward you in this and the next life!

Salams, not bombs.

That grey graphic of an elephant sinkin' down 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, is a work of art that not even Rembrant could equal. Goddamn gorgeous.

Let's talk about spuds.

Weep not valorous valkerie. Bon Courage.

Kong is shipped in an oil tanker called the Exxon Valez to Washington. Kong gets an expense account and buys new clothes on 5th Avenue. Kong wants to ring Kong's own Kong-gong. Ring master McCampaign won't have it. Kong bends bars. Breaks bones. Storms skyscrapers. Swats F-16s. Catches a freighter bound for Fairbanks. Dreams up new abitious career as an abominable snow person.

I like the original picture better. Don't you?

In the same way that I feel sorry for Ahmad-I-need-a-job's having coming down with some kind of serious stomach flu.

I mean, what's worse? Evangelical Ayatollahs or the Shi'a sort?

She sure has that Rudy Ghouliani demeanor

Only in Sarah Palin's case

Ten times meaner

A Wise Vegetable Vedic Once Said:

There once was a woman from Exeter

And all the young men threw there sex at her

Just to be rude

She lay in the nude

While her parrot

A pervert

Took pecks at her

A Cautionary Tale for the Times to be Sure.

Querie.

What's a "gehgoeson?"

It hints at a happening. What gives..what gehgoeson? What ho! What good gehtidings have you? Gehv me a break! I don't geht it!

Pale figures

Shuck off this Mortal Coil?

Perchance to Drum?

A lesson in the mentality of a virtual reality.

Keep GEHs going

But tie up your camels

For only Allah is all knowing

Peace. Over 'n out.

Apply Olive oiled balms to sore ankles and chapped palms.

Celery. Unmonied Saloon Poet Laureat. Every gem-germination

brings a new appreciation. Unbeatable 'freshment to a big blue

Mango in need of a Which Doctor? Universal Celery Health Care.

'Bama Maybe? Have Hillary can be Helpful? Ask Dirty Harry.

Sagely Celeries ain't sayin'....

Wild Women of Wongo do the Tango~~~

Waitin' close. No Rush to Mush~

McCainery Unstomachable. Stop!

Add water. Plant a Good Celery patch.

Await Celery Blooms.

So simple. yet 'plexing...here in lies the heart of the

stalkings. A Giant fell from a Good Stalk

Never more to Raven Talk.

A Cautionary Tale Indeed.

I too am unsure where all the good 'ol days went, and await the future, with baited breath.

Slipply Macarona. Bone's is EYE-RACK's Homez. Pepsi Gen pooped! When A Moon Pie & R.O.C. Cola? Jest Relax. Times is tight. Wut fer fer fight? Dunno. Dream of Pepsis and Pontiacs and Pretty Ladies.

Phone. Home.

That Santa Anna's armies will return to Tejas and take over!

Remember Goliad!

I am baited unto fate, by curious baited breath, this must be what addicts mean, when they talk about crystal meth.

He who listen to words of Pat Buchanans

Stares down dark hole of loaded canons.

Where's Barney?

Once upon a day

Had something insightful

And funny to say

And the Cruel Crocodile of Crotchology?

Better get on the good foot with the good book or god gonna git ya!

I see a brown future up ahead for you my friend.

Liked to watch

TV

Give Chaunce a chance?

Read a good book instead.

Deliver us from the McMaverick mark of McCain

And lead us not unto Republican ruination

Amen.

You hate me

We're a hateful family

With a face slap

Chinny crack

Jimmy threw a stone

I come from a

Loveless home