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• Sunday, November 30, 2008 06:28 AM

  Too goofy...

  John EMerson.

  You reminded be of Ralph Waldo Emerson. If he was alive and well,

  R. Waldo E. may write a new essay, or a NYT's Op-Ed piece:`Politics.

  That American scholar wrote in:`Politics' that politico's crawl with tails.

  They shimmy up a Pout Chair, sit in a fox den, and scroll sewer sludge.

  'Um gulp from a toxic baby nipple bottles. New Fad ref: New Statistical Risk.

  If a few-million die, and they buy good Wall Mart, Exxon, and Dead Fish Rot,

  I mean: O, Buy Cans of Bumble Bee, Premium Blue Chip Select, Holy Tuna Fish.

  Or, invest in Trachurus Murphy canned Jack Mackerel, sludge-oil- slicks. Tips.

  Inside secrets, wheel and dealing, blood money, textured pink-o' Spam baloney.

  Have a party? Post-Thanksgiving? Invite fiends to share left-over cucumber salads,

  sour goat milk, raw salamanders, slime garden worms, chicken coop, stink hen stew.

  Scooped up raw oil-spills, Exxon black ocean spray goo-slicks. Invite to consume gravy?

  The jackals can gang up in clusters, dab-lips, use red tissues, and go gnaw innocent grizzle.

  You understands? Is clear! All living human beings see thee truth. Let's begin to admit the the plain and simple honest truth.

  Gimme. Gimme the truth. Gimme.

  All people want is the simple truth.

  Visit the rolling 5- Star wagon treats.

  Sip the seasonal red cherry fruit cakes.

  Enjoy the curdled sweet after meal treat.

  Order red coagulated bloods. OY! Same lies.

  The dessert, desert, cart has wheels. Addicted.

  The Pushers who push the carrion wagon are who?

  The Pushers? Con-gang pals? Love Fried Halibut Guts.

  —GoodCelery! Read GoodCelery!'s other letters
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