that hung aroundmy early morningcobwebs of denial.I had been gettingout from somewhere(near the Black Hole,perhaps) , fragmentsof meaningfulness.It seemed to be aboutanother human being,really, come to thinkabout those persons,most likely best keptin the back of minddue to their insignificance.This was, for unknownalso logical considerationa tad recalcitrant,as far as thoughts would goin twilight hours, Jesus,why the…
The vitamins B-six and twoare present and so good for you.A bit of substance folic acidkeeps belly folds from going flaccid.Though beer is one good diuretic(and, in excess, a strong emetic)so let the doubters drink their boozeand in the morning face the blues.Australia makes some lovely Aleand I must end this little taleand grab a…
so many heart attacks and strokes are caused preciselyby modern fatty foods, yes sir! ‘ – I was perplexed.‘But don’t we need the stuff for daily proper thinking,and for our hormones to be made again from scratch?How could those scientists all over think of linkingour fatty foods to mankind’s scourge, could they not matchanother reason…
if you don’tyou cry.So don’t crybut do drinkyou willthusskip the shrinkhelp your soulto reflecton your liver’sdefect.And how oddthat your Goddid inventthe old boozethus he gaveyou the nodand you simplycan’t lose.It’s C-twoand H-fiveand OHfor youwe’re aliveand God-fearingso we lovethis endearinghistamine fuseto be touchedby kid’s glovewave awayall the blues.
two angels wepthot tears of silence.Until theirmaster mentioned,quite casually,that resurrection wasforegone conclusion.I am no angelbut I could bewith you whenthe raindrops ofmy lovewould cover you,perhaps you’d ask methen to drink them back.And two new angelswould go to sleep together,to share each other.All angels would be smiling.
stay on homeland soil.And soon it happensthat axis evil countriesblow up their neighbours.It is ordained thenthat terror bombs will soon rainon peaceful people.And if they do notthe world will wait a decade:New SUPERPOWER.Too late then buddiesas billions overcome youan ugly slaughter.Before we die thoughwe will regret decisionsof doing nothing.
beloved Poland.She shaved the hair offbut hubby was a drunkardhair of the dog, then.The snow of dandruffhad settled on his shouldershe did not ski there.Arctic explorerin need of operationcould get no doctor.She was a stripperand did the wiggle nicelythere was an echo.Airplane with pilotmay get you back quite safelyif he stays sober.Old Doctor Ziddlewas looking…
and maybe someone you can touch?Perhaps a buddy who would bein all dark alleys in your needwho’d fish you out of murky watersand bandage when you slowly bleedhe will protect your sons and daughtersand close the shutters on your housewhen rains come down to soil the drapesa friend will never bring a mouseor other things…
