2006-03-04 - 10:29 p.m.
When The Rural Ninja first kicked, Japan felt it.
Today is Tits, tomorrow to swim/dance further down into the glorious trench of one of the two swollen pits, which not coincidentally, are located right next to one another. If Hanes made rooms, these puppies would be in the same room together. Natures way of showing how they have historically worked as a team. It ain't too hard to shake off history though, Masectomies and that Tour de France guy, but what is certain is that something must bounce before that first ounce.
Several of these walls have been kissed by some painters non-linear fiction. In a large room, there is maybe like one sentence. When answers like the smallpox vaccination came a running the dow-jones of compassion went a dipping. The wealthy and the healthy engrave their names in bricks and place their names on Streets, as if Nature, in a grand joke is compelling them to make up for the unnecessary suffering that was caused and never felt. A sign is a sign because of a lack. Oh, Mexico, please make me a strong disease, and send it quick! And, oh, don't forget my New Balance shoes.
Heaven waits while Mexicans die the slow death. Build the Wall! Build the Wall! And then hire cheap later to paint it. Hollywood, send in your cameras and capture all of that unprocessed compassion that will evidently not be spilling over the border, or non-border, because among things that the word border has traditionally intended to trace is something of a crossing-point. Maybe this action can inspire other comfortable countries to make walls and paint them with braille classic lit. (C.Lit for short, for all the unindulged, the more or less active (pervs?)) Why must the police man always find the perv wearing something like coke bottle nerd goggles? Why do their bellies often hang below their belts?
The poor persons inner-voice, drunk white captain that she is, responds to what the dark-skinned sailors blood red eyes are allowed to See which isn't much...and on the eighth day there was crime and scumbuckets.
That stupid virgin tells lies with her blue sky eyes.
Nipple moon, Pregnant Sun Mom, this C-cup, ok fine, D...Double D, anyway it is full of (?cancer?) and I like it! But I must repeat the words of one of your many bemustachioed terrorist-cell heroes.
Once again, these nausea inducing flaming bi-textuals can be faintly heard in the words of Zapata.
The news is so impersonal, "some rebels have stormed the palace and overthrown the king and queen." Freud tried to update the news and say "This just some rebels stormed the palace and have overthrown their dominant voices."
"Prefiero morir de pie...que vivir de rodillas"
why the bra? it's only nothing needs fixed, so what's up with your tits?
"I was preserving these cans in order to sponsor you my little Rural Ninja."
