messybear
location: Lunging gusts from deep in the heart of N/A disillusionment....
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registered: 2005.11.13
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Among others, like my personal favorite bit of lampoon journalism in decades…the brutally raucous bit-o-ruthless-ribald-rimshot: Toll Booth, …
…this not nearly as earnestly dinuguan as Toll Booth blurb is funny-not-funny stuff that bears reCapying
I mean, read it two times slow ..or ..one time fast and one time slow ..or just fast ...or fast..with a chunky tele rhythm
http://www.dbinfosource.com/board/2147&author=Dr.WahooCapybara
...Then maybe read Toll Booth again (& maybe ask the question: How are these "uh...people (grimace)" still un-incarcerated & condescendingly consuming the lion's share on the last dime o the terrorized, snarling out rot-flesh-reeking grins all the way to vault(ed) man caves where faint sounds of stained chains and the inaudible moans of rattled, throttled, deeply demoralized & battered prey rise up on dungeonous air behind false walls obscured by blatant wide-open spaces beside the worlds’ finest Harrods-&-Guignol billiard furniture in austere black walnut, Simonis cloth, & hateful aniline leather?)
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
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Among others, like my personal favorite bit of lampoon journalism in decades…the brutally raucous bit-o-ruthless-ribald-rimshot: Toll Booth, …
…this not nearly as earnestly dinuguan as Toll Booth blurb is funny-not-funny stuff that bears reCapying
I mean, read it two times slow ..or ..one time fast and one time slow ..or just fast ...or fast..with a chunky tele rhythm
http://www.dbinfosource.com/board/2147&author=Dr.WahooCapybara
...Then maybe read Toll Booth again (& maybe ask the question: How are these "uh...people (grimace)" still un-incarcerated & condescendingly consuming the lion's share on the last dime o the terrorized, snarling out rot-flesh-reeking grins all the way to vault(ed) man caves where faint sounds of stained chains and the inaudible moans of rattled, throttled, deeply demoralized & battered prey rise up on dungeonous air behind false walls obscured by blatant wide-open spaces beside the worlds’ finest Harrods-&-Guignol billiard furniture in austere black walnut, Simonis cloth, & hateful aniline leather?)
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
