just read a book

it's the i.f. stone classic, "stone butch blues." somehow, you knew to post that picture. amazing. nancy drew the cover, and a fein picture it was. man, it must be a drag being leslie feinberg, cause she sure ain't no beauty queen. martha, if you will allow me, i would like to get to the root of this problem. i realize the odds are staxed against us, but if we just knock on nick wood, i think everything will turn out okay. for i am hungry for solutions after talking to bill quiche, likely a government agent, according to battle of algiers hawkins. i told him that was cole, man, but he stood by the comment. in fact, it is impossible to stand by a comment, as a comment comes out of your mouth and has no physical shape. well, all i know is if patrick didn't put on ayers, we could have had the revolution by now. if only he would have listened to steve, who told him to drop the kirshbaum, perhaps things would be better now. instead, he decided to buy a kiss album and hugus. eventually, he moved to virginia with sue, but not before reading a paper handed out by harry. the paper was free, only 50 cents, and had the bobby seale of apporoval from stalin himself, who warned the editors to quit stalin for time and get the next issue out, which he felt was needed mao more than ever. he then broke into song, insisting that you could "lenin on me, when you're not strong." the song was a big hitler, reaching number 6 on the pop charts, but was only number 43 on the mom charts. it was 23 on the r and b charts, but just 57 on the j and b charts. perhaps it was the scotch beat that didn't appeal to certain audiences, or maybe it was too regal. in any case, my favorite song was "nowhere to rum, nowhere to hide," by martha root and the vandellas. by the way, just what is a vandella? is it related to a busdella? and, did they ever record with van-della reese? don't you know? in fact, reese did sing with the group once at the kit kat club, but complained that she was only making peanuts, and decided to leave the group. meanwhile, in the next room, i hear the cosby show, as i struggle to keep my food down. luckily, i haven't eaten. for the moment, i am on a controlled fast, which is similar to an out of control slow. i was gonna go on a fast, but i wasn't quick enough. getting back to dick tator, let us stop beating around the bush. yes, you may be a vegan, but a little kerry chicken now and then won't kill anybody, except the chickens. i can see you now, visualizing the gore, but if you had been biden your time, maybe the thoughts would not have come to you. for not all inconvenient truths need to be thought of. if you think of these things without a stop, you may end up like darth nader, the root, martha, of all evil. yes, i maybe raven, but it is time to swing open that screen door that has kept us locked up for too long. robin, get out of that birdcage while there is still time. i know things may seem out of focus now, but woody, if we make our move now, we must just survive in the nick of time. we have everything to gaynor, and nothing to lose, and if we succeed, the gloria will be ours and ours alone. so, before the summer ends, let us donna new approach, and begin to live again. put on that disco, and let the music play.