**BJ’s**

I could say this
thing
took place
today today like
right now this minute
being
roughly
about the hour
6:30 a.m. or
maybe
actually
8:31 in the mo-ah-ohning
sa-turd-ay - - -
like starbuck sludge
smog clog dog
day
may
nicotine lens or
it could be should be may be
7:77 p.m
any Fryday
e-ven-ning
HIGHlit night
man like how could
you really be
sure?
naturally .
you believe
like in god. like in me god-like
like in concrete cherubum choruses
like in phantom harp
melodies
popes
paul peter mother mary
it’s all clear
why I say
what I say
in-your-face
but
what I want to mention
has nothing
to do
with
angel orchestrated over
rated
cement shapes
harp On
this one sir:
my nicotine windows
oily old shades -
amerikan history
and when
I was in the local
wholesale discount warehouse
dubbed BJ’s
-which I refer
to from this moment on and
for the past 20
years- as: Blow Job’s-
I bought
-at a discount
cause I have
an unexpired card-
new specs - thin -
- rim’d
teensy weensy
like the top
of yer dick
oval
black metal blackout black
lenseseses
polarized
I know my shit!:
the first sample I
picked
was clearly my new
picture!
I am a professional canonized speculator!
fashionable
badeyeball experience and
I can pick them up
Tuesday
either
in the a.m.
by noon
or
just before or just after
5
when
Blow Job’s
is open for
biz and
just before closing
which
if you ask me
(I won't ask you)
is not too early for
blow jobs
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so

smell ME/3 (under erection)

so....ya you wanna know more me? well, come here - close close...yes closer and i'll let ya smell me: i like men taller than my knee women who squat when they pee i pee when i squat mommy's into saturday morning cartoons hit parades belt buckle back-hand blues daddy sunday funnies paint can fumes philadelphia corner pretzel vendors fender benders shipyard pushcarts and that's why my hair's no worse than archie's nightmare my nose runs runs run in my family shitface zitface pisspoor marcia marcia marcia my sister hates jan joanie sucks chachi's -juice- o yea i go to the shore float undersea in a humpty dumpty shell listen to the atlantic ocean moan watch it wash dirty wash ashore and if you ask me one more question right now i'll drag ya into the men's locker room beat yer meat kick yer ass roll ya up like Hormel sausage fetal postion tape yer eyes with a dirty doily and flush down a sloppy john - belly up
these stats forced to change without irreconcilable improvements. - - ok now...2 b cunt. err cont. take-a-ticket

more of my stuff here:
thunder sandwich
logic alley