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Demetrius and The Right-Wing Circle-Circus? Jerks LTD!
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Did you not include the lower part of the photo for a reason? Maybe some "conservative" female was pulling the pants down while the Token-Marble statue stood erect in a blood puddle?
I almost did a yodel. I'd get banished from the public library? "You can't yodel at villians" signs are posted in French to mock Americans. "Instead of blog, throw bloggers in the bogs?" That's in ingles and Spanish. I tease. The library Lady has a quiet smile, Shush?
Or some other magnificent facial look right now. I think she thinks it is not nice to be too full of scurility. To jest is therapy. I confess a disposition can get morose thinking of Mr. Bush's followers lacking mirth. They look seriously anxious and bordering on a deranged mangy madness of a ill-temperment.
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I dreamt a Force told me last night to Shush my public thoughts. You know, like a lover would place several fingers on your lips at a new-moon night approaching, and you got a case of American jittery pants? huh. I'm not trying to be misbehaved or write something facetious, but these mamby-pokopines down south are boyish politico's.
What ever happened at potty-bowl training? How petty will the "journalist" get? People here gag at the (FEAR) American "news" broadcaste and listen to CBS. They speak with pleasantries and giggle so nice you almost wee-wee-. I know in some houses ANYWHERE you can't say shit. But a more developed child will see these jokes-as-flops. People Flops! A little child can view the American writers-scribes and DEMAND they need to GIVE more and more...GIVE a little shit!
Pete Segger's song comes to mind where he say to children, Youngin's, YOU realize adults foul the world up BIGTIME. We all gotta give a little shit. Ya' can say shit @ the www-dot-Salon.com. Seeger sings, "Sing along kids (not baby goats), all together now, in Unison...Give a shit! Shit. Ya all can give a little shit." YES.
It is a Heinious Matter.
It is sheer old madness.
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Shampoo them in public if they refuse to bathe themselves...
My gads...What they write is like exposing their own self's 'privates' in the public square. The private agonies within them must border on whether to call 9-11's mortician? Glenn may need to be a honorable pallbearer for neocons...?...He should get a Fiddle-Foot Salon bog award for properly exposing these sad-sack-clown conundrums. They should blow their nose like a Moose.
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I'm tempted to use fish glue on these creeps faces here. I will 'cut and paste' seagull wings on their overnight luggage bags and porcupine quills on the countence shone on screen-face as pretty fake-whiskers.
I pledged to have nothing to do, and nothing to say today. I break all vows. I bow with another apology to whoever? I wanted to scribble notes on shells and collect small rocks and practice library-propriety.
The squirrel chirps on the Land are fun to hear and the moon stays more clear and chipper if ya's been hearing seabirds laughter at the morning shore-walk-thoughts.
Talking sensible has NO adverse effects. Glenn ought to enter a Yodel-Bog contest next chance he gets? These Bush sniffers boggle the seadogs nose? huh. Following Mr. Bush is to be a guinea pig for hellish disgrace...imo.
...Is there a way to try them for Desertion of the Human Race?
Gads. I'm considering following Wordworth, Emerson, or Thorreau and sing "I ain't gonna study war no more and hang out at the seashore all day to avoid being fussy here. O, I may as well think aloud ~?~ I'd bet the military tribunal would not hear the legal arguments to try the politico creeps because they are still in the baby pupa-mosquito stage of bloody sucking each others' ...
...'Um are running a 3-Ring-Jerk-Circus?
If they would all ask burnt-bush to squueze turnip juice for eve-drinks and wait for the Moonshine period to return, they may feel less-Pathetic and the president would be of some use. Something needs to give the rest of the world the grace, bloom, and strength to rid the world of these Dead-Beat-Clowns.
Gloom.
I'm not anthromorphic anout my ever-changing beliefs, but the dream last eve was pleasant. Anti-war folk were happy. They were filled with passionate energy. The bodily senses were tuned and countering the nations discord. The air was like medicine. That Shush was calming too...medicine. Balm.
Oh, Shush.
O, a Flute.
Lots of music.
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Paul Dirks @ 6:24 ref: 1350.
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Thanks for asking?
Don't dare ask me.
GWB or Perry Como?
No mine my beezwax.
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Embedded. 'in flagrante delicto' saw in town.
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]The blind bard Demodocus use to sing about Aphrodite.
A sex scandel story was compiled. It was called 'in flagrante delicto' which I've heard, in the original Greek, was a person's contribution to the oral history which was back then. What interesting stories today too. It is sure interesting here.
On Olympus- Ares and Aphrodite got caught with their pants down.
That made a husband, Hephaestus, irate.
It is one of the songs the blind bard Demodocus contributed to the works often attributed (falsely- I say many persons contributed) to Homer.
Gads. A commentater about that historic event said it was a delicious blow "job" on the mouth of a flute.
Now, it was written like that. I didn't say that, I read it.
I read that and share the story with No Comment here. The information for the 21- st century makes me also believe that 'Nothing is very new under the sun, during the time of war or peace.' It's
good Oral History?
Peace.
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So much weakness and so little of what is called heroic in this age.
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]My only thought: the demons within never wear bells on the politico's toes.
So- Keep up the pitchforking. The grief will grow, but ya' gotta pitch the manure out and clean the White House.
It's become a pig pen.
Aren't they so mawkish?
Let 'um snivel, 'um damn idiots.
It's so clear. A world demands go.