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nosocomial_johnnycake
Mandible Junction 12.R i like to singa
about the birda
and the june-a
and the springa

i like to singa
about a tea for two
and i love you
cuz i lova to
i lova to sing

this was the first thing i haerd (sic) upon arrival at central lockup. chief was mad because a four-bit whore (yes, there were two of them, at two-bits a piece) was sassing off as if she'd (remember it's two of them) just seen a bad 80's cop film, or maybe breakin' 2 electric boogaloo. anyway, so's i'm wanting some litature (sic) for the shitty, and lo and behold, all jesus-like i'm sauteeing a small-mouth bass filet (which is no easy task, a) because they's got lotsa bones and b) cuz i gots no pan no oil no stove no lime wedges for the margarita glasses).

i took it out of the lobby, at cedars. true story.
070117
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god i saw yr mom at wal-mart. 070119