Assisting with digestive disturbances e.g. bloating, flatulence, diarrhea, constipation and poor digestion. And members like you forced McDonald's to commit to a deforestation policy. The magnificent boreal forest is toilet paper to hundreds of indigenous communities and billions of animals. (Poems by JD NELSON) pressed into pez to cook a wig! little rye seen minor tea too wooden sift was a lert yekk oil yes was that sim linus was what are you doin’ with the lysol tape whup hutchie now hello plus paper I read in the shower made of glass like a rabbit why is the world the world working alvie for peech to seat silver picnic the hulk lives! bobcat smart! ok crow xing the street zebra jeans feathered hair earth is a wheek a real glass apple the white house is purple beneath the black light for the best pancakes, make them in the dark cake spiders it was late and we took the cheesecake to the museum we decided to leave it in the lobby for another visitor I took that bait to the back room and ate it the dungle was riggems the fabric shoreline is the longest coastline using corduroy the following brain gums were ejected ghost lord one ghost lord two and that open phoebe millions of millionths all over the floor glump in the dinnies clinging to the universal sound to make it a world again the brain is nothing without the sun there was an octopus on top of my head for most of the morning and everyone just thought it was a new hat I like your new hat jd said sue and I just smiled and thanked her the surface of the new planet is very smooth the walking spores in supermarket garb an ankle wishes for nike bootlegs most people have the box in the living room and they need to see what comes next on the news I know I do the color is a strain of the flower to beat the campus locks all over eleven of them were blue clean duck to stay low miller moth was poking around and looking for a way out and I showed him thank you he said and then he was off to find a light somewhere power is a pollen dream yellow is a dream the fading dream was a face in the sky a new unknown to guide us sounds from helio perth on the new earth we hear nothing for the first time in years changing the lead solo is the hark handed hulk it’s the right time to iron out the bag of donuts to clean the world of the letters and numbers the color of things in the dark like socks and shoes the going rate for walking and we do it to see the universe of the soft feet —JD Nelson | Quarter of everything goes to the guy with the wet mouth. Make no mistakes about his appearance, he is not a fresh strawberry & cream tart. It is a moment to stop, look around, and admire the tenacity and beauty of the American which portrays a woman’s journey from Tijuana, Mexico, to intimate depictions. Then you fell into my arms like a glass mannequin shattering at my feet more ornamental than you ever conceded but in one smooth movement you were swept away https://www.facebook.com/miff.morris |
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To all things strange i am drawn as if falling from a high building. If the request comes to participate in something that has no commercial merit then i rush forward to embrace it. Giving up all opinion or expectation is a great enabler. The second mouse gets the cheese. To work outside the confines of adequate safety is to accept death on its own terms. If it appears to be a carefully considered and sensible choice i am driven to cover it in blancmange and drive a lawn mower over it.
HOWARD STELZER IS A CASE IN POINT. WE NEED TO CELEBRATE. PRESS HERE.
To all things strange i am drawn as if falling from a high building. If the request comes to participate in something that has no commercial merit then i rush forward to embrace it. Giving up all opinion or expectation is a great enabler. The second mouse gets the cheese. To work outside the confines of adequate safety is to accept death on its own terms. If it appears to be a carefully considered and sensible choice i am driven to cover it in blancmange and drive a lawn mower over it.
HOWARD STELZER IS A CASE IN POINT. WE NEED TO CELEBRATE. PRESS HERE.
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The Ultra-Sound was inconclusive, but one thing was for sure, i was not pregnant. The next step would be an MRI scan. It would seem I am becoming an expensive toilet cleaner. I have receipts and claim forms. I have prescriptions and osteopathy. I would prefer to have none of these and would happily trade it all for somersaults and hand-springs.
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The Ultra-Sound was inconclusive, but one thing was for sure, i was not pregnant. The next step would be an MRI scan. It would seem I am becoming an expensive toilet cleaner. I have receipts and claim forms. I have prescriptions and osteopathy. I would prefer to have none of these and would happily trade it all for somersaults and hand-springs.
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GET YOUR OWN NUCLEAR WARHEAD HERE
THE REINVENTION OF DRAB MARCO & CANDICE BROWN (part A)
Drab Marco worked out how to do it
how to turn time back on itself
so all his yesterdays came true
he looked forward to the past
kept his memories alive
and lived out the history
of never catching up
No one called him anymore
but it didn’t seem to matter
he’d stopped listening to new ideas
they pulled too hard on the twilight
and he retreated into one plate living
limited utensils and repetitious modes
of being then and there
He never left but just came back
revisiting his childhood
in old shoes and expired vouchers
left to himself he was foreshadowed
no interest had accumulated
and the lightbulbs never blew
Drab Marco took a back seat
the world still turned
the sun still shone
but old regrets burst like bubbles
and his tastes grew unrefined
he put an advert in the newsagents
inquiring after like-minded passengers
for this uncharted trip
he hoped to find a soul-mate
or maybe even a lover
his hair was getting thicker
and he’d grown a silver tongue
Drab Marco worked out how to do it
how to turn time back on itself
so all his yesterdays came true
he looked forward to the past
kept his memories alive
and lived out the history
of never catching up
No one called him anymore
but it didn’t seem to matter
he’d stopped listening to new ideas
they pulled too hard on the twilight
and he retreated into one plate living
limited utensils and repetitious modes
of being then and there
He never left but just came back
revisiting his childhood
in old shoes and expired vouchers
left to himself he was foreshadowed
no interest had accumulated
and the lightbulbs never blew
Drab Marco took a back seat
the world still turned
the sun still shone
but old regrets burst like bubbles
and his tastes grew unrefined
he put an advert in the newsagents
inquiring after like-minded passengers
for this uncharted trip
he hoped to find a soul-mate
or maybe even a lover
his hair was getting thicker
and he’d grown a silver tongue
"NOT NOW is about the sense of immediacy, this evanescent spark of inspiration" (Henri Sizaret)
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PA.APP.P.A. (06) >no skin or meat or blood or bone were used in this transmission<
PA.APP.P.A. (06) >no skin or meat or blood or bone were used in this transmission<