s$ $$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1035 [-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Poor Andrew" $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by, Anodyne $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 3/08/00 [-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ "TssT" "TssT" turning around with the world sometimes we forget that but then our laundromat days and 60 Minutes nights make us remember all too well since the drought the bucket has returned only with sand and the occasional scorpion covered with special sauce and dripping with the saliva like she was that day but it wasn't a day just like any other because the sun was slightly less yellow. i just took a little nap curled up with a kitten and hot chocolate and a Hustler magazine just like the good old days when we used to pledge allegiance and we were all so blissfully ignorant of everything that would somehow become a problem before problems there Was just Was and Is and I'm really enjoying this all fully I'm fulfilled, they say its faith I say its a smoke-filled coliseum with a thousand lighters jiving inside a soulful ballad so don't remain staid pricks for so long instead go outside put away the mouse and go for a swiss & pastrami on rye which, as we all know, seems like a good idea until you think about it with even a minimal primate brain it is obvious that we're here together and we're not at all like elm trees, more like the nuts: to interject, i'm thankful that no part of my body is itchy right now because i've chewed off all my fingernails waiting for you to put away the chalk and see that i'm the brightest student ever to take a spelling test, ignoble but interested in the arts and cultures of bacteria plaid across the dish turbid and turquoise and smelling worse than Colonel Jackson did in 1814 although the British officers were very odiferous not to slight them to this day i've got hope 'cause I'm the Pope except smoking less dope Jackson, Jackson, I've got a new substance called soap rhyming like ghetto preschoolers after lessons from dre, building blocks mommy put on my socks what beautiful red locks you have doing whip-its all night but save some pressure for spraying cream on that crimson beaver strawberry shortcake coins P are made in Philadelphia, Denver, and San Francisco, D and for a short period earlier this century S were minted in Carson City ... CC that's in Nevada the sharpest state in the Union and i suppose its time for something w(sh)itty so you can keep reading on on ward of the state i suppose i should throw some naughty words in here to keep some of you fucking assholes reading even though i'd rather you were gone away fucking the love of your life in romantic wonder and mystery: yeah, i'm convinced that love is real, warms your heart more than the biggestest bongest hittest you could ever consume with those two fleshy sacs that used to be lungs, but that term is reserved for things colored red or some shade thereof You never did anything Wrong. You aren't allowed to be sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry can you please tell me where i am let me describe it top of Victoria Falls, python in my pocket and an unloaded rifle and Orion is getting ready to hit me again but i can still laugh because his pants fell down when he started the movement upward out of this depression of prohibition annihilation evacuation with no survivors except one lonely active reactor: revoltion against redundancy is the best we can do, and teach everybody the importance of bringing a compass seashells and cloudless skies and mild climates, fiery hope lights the way and we coast gently into the hangar, soft for all time and feathery not tickling only downy, rising above everything so we can find real zeal and vigorous loins, because with the tongue of an angel nobody notices the lack of wings -------- | --- | --- | --- | --- | ----------- This is a picture of the big-titted chick that sat next to you in math class. A stare case! Jackson, Jackson, it gets real slippery [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1035, BY ANODYNE - 3/8/00 ]