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It's not that he'd never thought about running. He enjoyed a drink is all and political life, though certainly not lacking for drunks, philanders, scoundrels and thieves, the riding where he rode just would not endure another roughneck slobbering over it's coffers.

NoBody NoBody NoBody.

NoOne NoOne NoOne.

OneBody OneBody OneBody.

NoodleBone NoodleBone NoodleBone.

I spent the morning arguing the finer points of recovery with my Landlord. No one seems to know what they are not talking about but perhaps should be. The mail never comes early. Only late.

Sir,

We have no function.Thank you for your interest. Thank you so much for offering to help. I really appreciate it! I'll be in touch next week with more information. Most likely we would need extra hands Thursday evening. Full recovery (ie: of everything) is not the ultimate goal.

We will go further. You will soon see us uncovering certain things, discovering anything, covering our thingies.

I can't believe this is happening to me.


My heart goes out to her, a promiscuous peach picked up by the fuzz.  We had a date to start a kazoo orchestra where one half would play works by Wagner, while simultaneously the other half would play works by Chick Corea.  But she demurred with a backhand that left my nose as broken as my dreams.

Oh the girls around here get mighty lonely - Have you ever eaten dog?
It's a good time to have an orgy - Have you ever eaten dog?
Well the dogs are barkin' in the pale moonlight
And Lordy knows I wanna take a bite.
It's alright to stay up all night - Have you ever eaten dog?


The sun wrote itself into a star and caused this eclipse. I'm sorry but we'll have to start again.

It's simply not believable.

In 1987 a friend of mine ("Charlie") was in recovery and went over to gay. He took stock of his life, examined the social frameworks under which he had failed, shored up his sexuality and took a plunge. "This is something I can live with", he said to himself as he entered the baths, the clubs, the Jim. "This is me now!"
I saw myself in half of the people I met in our reflection.
(Half of zero.)
The colour of colour is redundant.
The mirror is never in the custody of the eyes.

I thought we covered this. I was sure of it. You are no angel. I am not your Billie Jean.
Someone once tried to sell me a refurbished blender.

I declined.

Recover everything.
Not every problem can be solved in tandem with the adornment of a fez. Avoid the Wiz, play a saz. When is garbage day?
Perhaps it is time to cover up?
The nudity is alarming.

I scoured the waterfront and my pad where i keep track of debts -
this much to the bar and this much to so and so.
There are holes enough to sink a ship.
My cover blown, there is but one move to make:
We cannot recover everything until everything has been covered at least once.

Thankfully, there are many ways to cover things.

We will need to ensure that everything has (at least once) been hidden, protected, dealt with, reported on, or paid for.

Then we must do it all again.

Elementary table of periods now available, capital punishment proves to be case sensitive.
There is no power, no control, just the awkward orgasm.
Neither says a word hoping the phone rings or the roof caves in.
I've dotted the eyes and minded the queues. I've taken a pledge. Dance lessons begin next week.
I can see Mt. Olympus, a university, my aunt Helen
Where am I? Has the recovery of everything begun yet?

The continents are shifting.

It will take a year and a half