Crucible
me amore
I nevah want to...
says you
and 49 one haunted years ago
came one for most
and tells you
not to buy into
walking signals
only to
find a situation
much less than
epochal day dreams
So then
If you walked south
and found yourself
further than yesterday
it won't hurt if you
buy a soda
at the
corner
next
to
the
turn.
Go around
Fouteen apostles wouldn't have been enough
to quash the rumors.
Everything gets fat and lazy
causes around the bend
and coming home again
you never did quite
find the right feather.
paralysis
humility
barbarism
command
reciprocity
compulsion
horrid
cowpoke language.
Cnn has a nice new banner for the NEW WAR. It's now The NEW WAR. CNN has brand identification with The NEW WAR.
I'm happy to be associated with CNN and THE NEW War. It's a gas gas gas.
A tenth of my screen is filled with The New War and a sports-like ticker informing me of the highlights for the moment or day constantly running information that isn't anymore.
It's about time for the New War.
Have a new war.
Have you had your new war?
"We know you have suffered and we feel your needs" is brought to you by the Shell Game Oil Company and al Shamal bank of Sudan.
Right lonely
cries she
forlornly
much
adornly
she
canafford
ly
Not much these days but with an island off greece she stays wet and out of what brought her here to begin with.
Whenever not
tick
tick
tick
So ever got
or would never plot
so as it is
but what's it
to it
if
it
So you nay.
I write you
I write you
I write you into it now into it I write you
I write you so bad
I write you
I write you
I write you
This is not satire.
This is not a first draft party list.
This is not inviting you.
I write you
I write you
I write you.
So anyway, the memo read, "every anchor and correspondent must use the phrase "new war at least 3.6 times an hour.""
Death To Idiots!
Once upon a time in a far far land there lived a fairy Smithness in all fine locked glory. She had a rather smitness for the gallant Chris Quitness because he ran the town Fitness center.
I once came upon him sitnus potnus and asked him a riddle but he declined to participate. So fine, I screamed half wittidly, and threw the pus from my neck at him. He caught it deftly and with an underhand swing of which to this day I exaggerate, it floated and almost reached me but didn't. I took a swing at it but missed and hit daisy fuentes instead.
This got a standing ovation.
I bowed and asked if anyone had something to give to
The new war?
glod ©2003
