25 March 2015



I LOVE TREACHERY,…

Rachel dear thinks that the bug out of Bactria is on hold, --give me a minute! No, say it aint so, Joe, not from the electric company that makes drones while sending lesbians and Negros to make jokes about the goys! oh,doll, that was becoming increasingly unlikely when Slimy Barry first got Bob Gates to be his war time consigliere, though this might still end up being fun as what happens when two divergent polar opposites, the conservatives and the Persians, think they bough own the same TROJAN HORSE...Too Virgil…? But as I thought, Caesar hates a traitor and you’ll be pillaring Bowe soon enough, as I always figured Keith had too much ethics for that channel, which is sad...





The consortium  gallery will now turn on that fool, hang em high, maybe the first since Private Slovak to be gunned down, as Cato said of Caesar, when he is in trouble we are all on trial, and maybe you can get Bill between knee capping his wife to be at the hanging with a hand over his heart, where the checks are kept, as he loves a good execution, like fredo he’s a ball of fun at a funeral. How the hell did we come to this…? Wake me for the shooting that like TPP the house coons of ge theater will be doing color for as usual. Hey they didn’t let Shraptoon and Pollock Eddie into the commissary to steal soup in plastic bags for nothing. This comes out of nowhere as Barry’s interpreter Baba Oreilly demanded as such and dutifully coonskin Barry leaps to tap dance down those Romans steps shu nuff! But goods news everyone, when Cato could take no more and killed himself, Caesar burst into tears and asked Antony, what do I do now with nothing but flatterers and sycophants, and hed find out. How perfect a us soldier no matter what he is will be in jail while five miscreants are out hiding their porn from Allah, nigger pulesse, I know acutely what you are…

I have always had empathy for Pilate, as you will get soon enough, why exactly are the Romans  dying in this sewer anyway…? I kid, Barry is no Caesar, he doesn’t have the shoulders, Caesars treachery was always in the usefulness of his patriotism, mad and enflamed as it was, as Barry is a mere a C student whose inc’s and ds are placed under lock and key, he now plays my caddi is double parked radical chic nigger again, as that 93 cents of every dollar, did I ever say we call them bucks because on ancient Roman coins, the elk, the ancient symbol of Italay, and its name, was struck into each sequence…?, Is seemingly crumbling. I do hope Barry gets his face on the three dollar bill though, he earned it. That cash, as wall crosswalk crumbles all year like Jonnies ratings,  appears to have been the mud that Lorenzo could have told him it was. Clintons love of Apulias and Petronius and Steve Reeves is open and above board, as Barry who is always looking for a womb to rent. I may get the chance to write an over view of Mongo, Tarantino’s work, heh, who must I pay for that chance…? Like how I saw with some humor that a Producer referred to Scorsese as a Brutus, but to who, or would it finally be Judas, to where its always heading any way…? well, whatever, it all made me think I had seen that before. I found an ennui in trying to recuperate pages from the coda of Mister Stupendous, the pages which elicited my fall from grace when back when a little Barry Obama like half breed wop fuked them all over as if it was in his right to do so and thought I, beloved by Latin jurists wouldn't go Nick and Al and thug on him and then i went against type, or gave into it, and whipped that ninny into a wall. A soothsayer as I am, wont do them again, an figured it a loss all around and wont attempt it again. The Tony Libaria is now closed from that era. But I know the roman rules as opposed to Barry and his scythe as catch can imperiousness, and so, someday, one of these wops might be out and about and have forgotten me and Roman hero all together, as a little old fat boy comes out of the bushes and shatters their kneecaps myself.

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