A certain friend (j.a.- my real initials, backwards) knocked at a friends door.

"Who is there?" "It's me."

The Friend answered, "Go away, there is no place for a jack arse 'round here bucking at this table."

OT- You ought to know China has usurped the F.D.A.'s role to protect eaters. A j.a. is ground, stuffed into a sardine can with tainted wheat gluten. Cut up the donkey, glue and paste or pasta is made from you-D's for cats, dogs, people, and pets. Profit. Bottom line is all that matters, right?

Food that's bad for a Friend or a freakish fiend may kill. Why haggle over the price of floor petroleum, field chemicals, or care if "beyond B.P. oil glums really actually want to rule the world and cut, thread, and shed Constitutional protection. A CEO is hired to feed plastics and sludge to infants. Fools wish to stomp you D's into dead meat for a few (you know who) unscrewed, unhinged, bottomless pits. Whey will devour dogs entrails, but, who "hew haw" needs to gripe over those sad scrounge, g-Strap, flipper, 'v'-cleavage 8's?

What no balls. Hollow jerks-Jack-arses, I'd think quietly about them bad V.C. capitalist too? We all hoot to hear a barn owl who nibbles a few grains in a barn. I smile to listen to a person who is famished for the {T}truth. A thirsty hippo or jack arse singing sweetly call-out a, "Heep haw." Yes. amen.

j.a. went wandering off lost on a moon, then a flight toward a bright sun. Nothing is as painful as a separation. It's a fire. It's an abyss. And a real jack arse or a moth with soft wings makes a crackle sound if s/he lands in a beeswax flame. It's true. Who reads like you, jackarses, imho, seems to have no hypocrisy.

a j.a. jack sh*t or bad-arse with fat abc hips, or if a skinny donkey ribs show...SOMEONE must pull the farm wagon piled high with gold dust, besides Glenn Chris Floyd comes to mind too). a j.a. like that seems okay and cooked. It's ready to eat time.

"Knock knock." Who is it? you.

A poor mule, a person, and remember a tiny nit Nat can crawl under a donkey's door, or slide via a thread via the eye of a needle. A chubby thigh cherub is you? huh.

It's pointed. Sharp. ouch. pricks. kicks. bucks and farts. huh. It kicks hind legs and shouts, "Hee Haw You Awe!" wow. Brown cows moo too. Yeehaw is in the air to blend with all the sweeet manure. yow-wow-we. Awe!

No ego-beast can sit and dine with me even if s/he's a bulged out Ms. Popeye. I'll eat chocolate covered spinach all alone with sauerkraut and vinegar instead. Thanks anyway. Sperm meets a egg. Growth begins. It's in existence now for good or evil.

A moon, a sun, a war and 'we people' demand peace. We want to believe in the rolling sea with waves of powerful (ale, rye etc.,) amber healthy grain, a sky, a fresh breath, and diverse nourishments to enjoy. Dynamo's power, YES/NO! No to all rotten egg and apple politico's. 'We people' wish for freedom and spread (peanut butter and jam) our wings, paws, hoofs, teeth, claws, and dirty finger nails that scratch like a wild cat...Peace.

A surge of more real beauty can be recognized. A real live animated female person wrote that yesterday. Beeb. and flow. A spacious peace is easy to spell. Be.

Narrowness is pain. Where in the world is (who cares about a dirty worn floor matt) m.b.f.? Or drop the m!?- a damn b.m. Yuck.

A stupid idea. Just Be. huh.

Meanwhile, a lion and a big bad strife ridden wolf, and wife, went on fighting. Stay single as a needle. huh. I gone to'datta get a napper.

No offense.

But Magnum or whatever wine bottle they crack, they are uncorked losers who soak god yellow corn with WHATEVER and one can't live off yucky white mushy hominy. No swallow. Spit out and use fresh mint leaves so you have a green wood looking smile with a green tooth pick curling up and down upon the lips when you use the tongue correctly.

Honest. A elder in our community died a couple days ago. Now I will visit with friends tonight at a saying, 'adios, good friend, and rest. He deserves one. He died in his sleep. A old beautiful geezer with a wood toothpick most of the time. He'd smile nearly all the time. Micheles father. My dear friens and I will miss his presence. But now he is everywhere. At peace.