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dorothy, your comments have my bobby seale of approval. perhaps you could move to newton, and live near huey. we could vacation in the hamptons with my friend fred. i will tell you know lionel, but we could become ritchie. we could chill all night long, for you are a good chuck person, charlie brown. you've been brown so long you look like grant green to me. these lines are solid, and i get a latin kick out of them. if you can't move to newton maybe you could visit some sunday mornin, perhaps this freedom march with fredric? let me catch my wind, before i inherit a cold. it would be a nice exodus from the smell of the john maddening crowd and the roar of the grease paint. in any case, hello.
is it you i'm looking for? sometimes i feel like a motherless child. othertimes, i feel like chris childs, jason kidd, dexter manley, and horace mann all at once. i am searching for truth in this dumpster of a planet. i want to throw a party but i need someone to planet. what on earth am i talking about? the mars i say, the less i communicate. men are from mars, women are from venus williams. where there is a venus williams, there is an a. match that point you bored blog reader!
wade's blog got it's 3,000 hit, says dwayne from the miami herald. should he make the mr. hall of fame? on the downside, he didn't walk much, as he always seemed to have a nice car. hence, he would often drive the balls, leading to a shortage in funds for public transit. it seems the rich have all the funds, and it really lights my fire that people adoor wealth so much in our culture. what about the really valuable things, like mutton, prunes, the twilight zone, and serling steak? money is a lightening rod in our country, but those of us who believe that a life of simplicity has value need to state our thoughts. in order to better redistribute the wealth, i recommend the following solutions.
each person should only use 4 ounces of water a day. we should all shit in pubic places. toilets are the enema. then, we could clean up after ourselves, as people already do with their snoop dogs. this would lighten the load on our sewage systems. we should only eat what grows in our gardens. for example, i had a nice plate of joe dirt last night, and while i made a movie for the john along with edwards, i was able to make it outside in time. we should not pay our taxes, pay for taxi rides, or watch reruns of taxi. i can not drive this point home enough. if we are to reach our destination, we must know our point of departure, and while there will be many andrew hills to climb, every mountain and dale murphy will eventually be ours. it may take hours, but we just need to be braves. i wish i could chop that last sentence off, but what is said can not be undone. rather, it is time to ted turner the page, and to give ourselves a patti on the back. furthermore, i was dinah shore to fall in love in old cape cod, but i was cod between a rock and a hard place, and the whole thing seemed a little fishy to me. i got nervous, and nancy drew my swordfish, but i didn't make the cut. sea, life isn't easy. perhaps in the great beyond, my dorris days will be brighter, and my secret love will appear and it's magic will harden my johnson with an assist from a dirty video that i will clean with a soiled cloth.
is there any bob hope left? who will the gap band bomb next? i don't feel like a party right now. i'd rather listen to trane. iran to stereo jack's to get his cd with monk at carnegie hall. haller back at me if you think it's a great eugene record. i am wearing a pair of eugene's as we speak (actually as i type) and my time is running j lo. i'm just a chairman from the block, and i haven't forgotten my roots like alex haley, who wants to bill me for something i didn't pay for. well, if he wants my money, he'll have to comet get it.
viva cuba, hands off chavez, and hands on me!
peace