high all. thought i'd start with a pot shot by the grassy beyonce knowles. puff daddy knowles best. take it jz, the puns are just beginning. yes, i believe that is dick clark, a man who was a dickhead of his time. chubby checker is also on the scene as well as a third fellow, who i shall refer to as reefer. he is a grim reefer. well, sometimes you have to grim and bear it, like all the brothers out there on the wild side. i can't get a lou reid on where this is going right now. maybe it's time to jackie mclean my head of all thoughts of monica moorehead. oman told me today that "he should be sleeping right now instead of being in science." my moorehead agrees, but my pocket demands he be in class. o man, oman is demand.
monday is columbus day. this gives us time to reflect on the murder and theft and pillage (it takes a pillage to raise a "civilization") of the the "new world" by the yankees. by the way, who do you think i'm martha and the vandellas rooting for, the indians or the yankees. i'm leaving on a jeter plane, don't care if i get back again, oh, i hate to go down on moses malone. i think i'm on the rebound now with an assist from this coffee.
i think i'm losing my sight. i just looked up at a desk that says reference librarian, but i don't see anyone sitting down. maybe i'll letter write me a reference if it feels right. i'm feelin alright, not feelin too good myself. bbif (big bang it's friday) i can see clearly now the rainn wilson is gone. johnny may nash his teeth over that one, but with an assist from steve, i think he will overcome and feel like a king.
thoughts...how many children have starved since i started writing this? how many women raped? how many bombs dropped? how many times can horace mann turn his head pretending he is the great pretender? did smoke get in his eyes, or is it merely twilight time? god, my prayer is that you will answer these questions for me. meanwhile, i'm hungry and am thinking of grabbing a platters of food. food you once, shame on me, food you twice, shame on me. yes, a pour joke,but it was a fluid sentence. i know you are thinking i should run on and get a life, but where do you "get a life?" maybe at walmart? you get that a lot at protests. (and antitests) someone always yells "get alife while they are still on john sayles." somewhere beyond the sea, i'll go saylesing. one of these darrin daye's, this will make sense. sense of a woman.
silberg once told a joke that he got from another silberg. it goes "what did the elephant say after being pulled out of the john waters by the lucille balls? thank you mr. amd mrs. ball" that's asome joke ehh boss? i give it high marx. peace my brothers. and remember, you are living on native land. that was a seminal statement, one of the 50 states meant for you, and for me. this harold land is your land, this harold land is my land, from the red garland jimmy forests, to the johnny rivers and the billy oceans, this harold land was made for you and me.
happy columbus day. aviva chomsky, and a viva fidel!!
monday is columbus day. this gives us time to reflect on the murder and theft and pillage (it takes a pillage to raise a "civilization") of the the "new world" by the yankees. by the way, who do you think i'm martha and the vandellas rooting for, the indians or the yankees. i'm leaving on a jeter plane, don't care if i get back again, oh, i hate to go down on moses malone. i think i'm on the rebound now with an assist from this coffee.
i think i'm losing my sight. i just looked up at a desk that says reference librarian, but i don't see anyone sitting down. maybe i'll letter write me a reference if it feels right. i'm feelin alright, not feelin too good myself. bbif (big bang it's friday) i can see clearly now the rainn wilson is gone. johnny may nash his teeth over that one, but with an assist from steve, i think he will overcome and feel like a king.
thoughts...how many children have starved since i started writing this? how many women raped? how many bombs dropped? how many times can horace mann turn his head pretending he is the great pretender? did smoke get in his eyes, or is it merely twilight time? god, my prayer is that you will answer these questions for me. meanwhile, i'm hungry and am thinking of grabbing a platters of food. food you once, shame on me, food you twice, shame on me. yes, a pour joke,but it was a fluid sentence. i know you are thinking i should run on and get a life, but where do you "get a life?" maybe at walmart? you get that a lot at protests. (and antitests) someone always yells "get alife while they are still on john sayles." somewhere beyond the sea, i'll go saylesing. one of these darrin daye's, this will make sense. sense of a woman.
silberg once told a joke that he got from another silberg. it goes "what did the elephant say after being pulled out of the john waters by the lucille balls? thank you mr. amd mrs. ball" that's asome joke ehh boss? i give it high marx. peace my brothers. and remember, you are living on native land. that was a seminal statement, one of the 50 states meant for you, and for me. this harold land is your land, this harold land is my land, from the red garland jimmy forests, to the johnny rivers and the billy oceans, this harold land was made for you and me.
happy columbus day. aviva chomsky, and a viva fidel!!
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