the jackals shake Hunter S Thompson's Bones in a cup and toss them on a bear skin rug let them spin the future out randomly the verdict: go ahead and leave the masks on the monsters send them out into the future to kill again and again maybe next time they'll feed on your kid when someone like hunter s Thompson blows his brains into his orange juice in another literary death promoting suicide he dies in the grand old tradition of secretly prissy old men lot's of white guy...
MUCH AS WE LOVE kevin, who works for joe moore, -- I SAY vote GORDON (after you look into it yourself since I am by no means always right). I think we should vote GORDON here in Roger's Park for the alderman, which is the citizen's first line of defense in the political system here. Look into gordon and moore yourself, please... but there is a fishy 500,000 campaign contribution to Moore's campaign, a contribution from the realtor's who would drive the poor from this neighborhood a...
You people really need to settle down.... and try to get a peace. Obviously, since the comments from all over the world everywhere else are in praise, you guys really should exaimine yourself.... I am trying to let my students do some editing, and they are.,.... and since i just got a radio/movie/animation/boook deal, I can pay them regular editing rates. A lot of people, in china, egypt, la, ohio, seattle, hong kong, Russia, etc, etc..etc... (not to mention kudos from david byrne and jo...
BIN LADEN'S FATE WILL BE DECIDED IN YR NAME ARE YOU READY FOR HIS WRATH??? FOR HIS SPIRIT TO DRIVE THE YOUNG ALL OVER THE WORLD INTO BEING SENSLESS BOMBS? SOMEBODY GONNA DECIDE THE POOR SOLDIERS FATE WILL THEY MURDER OR FIND THE GRACE TO LET HIM GO HOME TO LET HIM TEACH US WHAT HIS LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE AS A CRUSADER FOR THE RIGHTOUS
Hunter awakens bleeding from his wounds the warm blood on his chest reminds him he is NOW the hunter and the hunted warily checks on his weapons and his family and friends somebody is gonna die tonight best he can hope for he doesn't know their name doesn't care so much if it is him he won't notice that he just doesn't want to know/feel another name for the dead
the eagle turned on saddam and attacked Saddam was one of our warriors way back we crowned him a prince he fucked up and we fucked up hell everybody was fucking up it was war & shit never goes the way anyone really wants son went all mad dog in the end when we decided to use the kurds to take him down HE HITLERED UP for security purposes went to war saddam's head was so dangerous the executioner ripped it right off the crowds screamed and cried tried to d...
i was afraid and thought i was alone we were there all the time waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting for the order to come down we are stronger with each awakening the i will emerge as a creature of us all this bible. we are coming with food and shelter and spells of great power we will lay them at your feet.
Like I said, I have been honored to know you since MORE SONGS ABOUT BUILDINGS AND FOOD. Knowing you are fighting for Peace is another dream come true, buddy. Thank You for now and later. We've already got a lot of talking heads, THOUGH FEW AS BIG AS YOURS... WE WILL ALWAYS NEED MORE, UNTIL THE LAST SECOND ... A DOVE WILL ARRIVE WE WILL KNOW WE FINALLY GOT IT RIGHT Thank you for singing songs of the dying in south america, and teaching us to mine the horror for ...
I am always inadvertantly making enemies. On the Site Joe User, where the ego reigns and MOST everyone's breath smells of ass crack, they seem to think they get to hate me and I won't care. I ALWAYS PUNCH BACK... usually punch first... well, always except the one time my ass got kicked... anyways, much as I wish I could afford to just forgive and ignore the pea brains, at this point I am trying to win a war. These people think 'I' stupid and intellectually weak, looking around like they ...
BE WARE!!!! BE VERY WARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOOD IS BEING SPILLED IN YOUR NAME!!! The U.nited S.tates Of A.merica IS AT WAR! We MUST NOT FORGET not for one gorgeous /horrible second. mOSTLY I WRITE FUNNY, though I have been paying dues since I was primal ooze and I got me schooling and protesting and military intelligence training... and I am starving, in chronic pain, enraged, backed into a corner and ready to go out doing as much damage as the lord allows... or just forgive...
My eyes read in wonder worldwide kudos promises from those heavily armed with prayers Time is quickening toward the terrible moment the bowel quaking down on your knees talking in tongues moment when you decide if you are with us or you need to be dealt with forgiven rebuked REHABILITATEd and reintroduced to the tribe with a new name a silly name a name you can build on with pride th elves attic is my primary site.... please g...
thank you. Give yourself a hand, when it is safe, rubbing on your sweet spots. the wise general told his astounded officers we keep no secrets not from the weakest of our enemies in the end we will need them to lead us back to the truth out of this forest of lies I am humbled by your sharing OUR INTERESTING TIMES with the salesman john the BOO fist here at THE ELVES ATTIC AND the church of the bleeding ...
the eagle turned on saddam and attacked yea, he worked for the eagle once Saddam was one of our warriors way back we crowned him a prince son went all mad dog in the end when we decided to use the kurds to take him down HE HITLERED UP for security purposes went to war saddam's head was so dangerous the executioner ripped it right off the crowds screamed and cried tried to drive his mighty spirit away from the gallows' rightly so trembling in fear a...
another hitler in those dark shades that bleed away all the color and reduce vision to black and white I post-modern man all wary staying away from drawing lines in the sand or declaring anything permanent for any length of time oblivous stoic going thru my mundane day until a round house from behind to my temple a staggering sucker punch from a horrifying creature of terrible grace knocks me right out of my life i sensed i would have died had it wanted my Pain...
ADJUSTING THE SCOPE on valentine's day I get up around five thirty am to kiss M off and lock her out the back door Stumble into the kitchen BUNDLED IN RED she heads out and lets in a jarring blast of arctic air tingling splashes over my naked skin start a pot of good greek coffee come into the desk to fire up the demon* sit back down at my soiled and stained once cool red leather captain's chair let my fingers play a little prayer for absolution give a th...