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Wed, Oct 19 at 3:57 PM.
I'd say this was my least productive year, as I only got a few cartoons here and there, and no writing at all. But, a lesbian girl who likes my take on the Clinton's, Sallust isnt my favorite forth book, she looked at a Wendy as Sybil on black rock and asked me if this girl actually existed, and gave me a Wow. But she is in rumination of a piece sent called A rainy night in Metropolis, as she likes where I seem to be heading as i said if you massacred a legion of Italian grandmothers so as a goon in Plebeian drag, Fettreman, could find picture of oafish leftism in the suit his father was buried in, and with his hand over his heart in mid Colonial Kurtz heart of dankness, well, you'll pay for it.
As I thought he was a Trumpka/ Hoffa sort who night schooled his way to a degree, but alas my sharper brother said,umm no, this goon is a little lord Fauntleroy from the T, where chasing negroes with shotguns who jog to close to the crown Vic is the American dream. He spills and eats the stage in Cato’s cold cream and uniform and John, sorry Brian, Fetterman will crumble if George Will has anything to do with it. Ah, back to our confers all. But, I am on to something, she thinks about Pinocchio, and Disney's response to it all, which was amazingly an unwoken none, as Fettreeman amusingly and dunce cappedly and with usual bullshit seems to keep talking about Jersey and Turkey and Gucci Shoes, and morbidly Obese hags who have to be cut out of their dens, bloats with charm, saying Ferrgetteaboutit, amusingly crude and yinz eared,...when in fact as my brother said, he is less a hooldum than a Gilmore girl. I'm glad to see John did get that vaunted Honey boo boo endorsement, as ye gods, can anyone here play Roman games...?
As the only trigger warnings I can think of that became so important somewhere after wops were openly mocked on blood cable television comedies and the fact that a hag whose husband loved bustier brunettes as they did Ovid couldn't play Caesar in drag, the only ones I can think of are that both Jane Russel and Joe Califanao are bothered at all ,and I know the coven and the wickets of imperia have a problem with both. Also endorsement here, you may have voted for a segregationist, before your bestest clown, aging movie ideologue had some internal hidden desire as all accidents are dreams, of shooting a woman in her head.
Re: submission of art and essay
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To:Anthony Acri
Wed, Oct 19 at 4:50 PM
Dear Anthony,
Thank you for thinking of Radon, but we do not publish creative-nonfiction essays in our literary fiction and poetry journal. Additionally, we felt the images you provided us are overly sexualized and not on-theme for our journal and so must decline.
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The Radon Team
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To:Radon Journal
Wed, Oct 19 at 6:04 PM
I wondered what exactly I might have sent as don't really like or want to do pornography, but who knows what that is now the Hillary has sent out her flying Lesbian Monkeys --we must watch what we say of college coeds, you know, not like my Mothers race, god knows, so when I saw some mere cheesecake, playboy after dark era pin ups, the kind of Playmates that were important when I was a kid, wow I thought...Is it the Nose or the hair that makes her Overly Sexualized, I asked, remarking that its a word so coined recently it isn't even in spell check, I noticed.
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So, aren't we laying it on thick now, as say the Anita Hill Guy is running out of Turkeys and fifths jack to spread over the tenements of his perpetual adlerhood. Jesus I thought, girls in one piece ray ban swimsuits bother the self important, self assured, self everything thugs of Middlebrow, I thought, haven't I, we, the whole fucking imperia come far since I was with another goon's wife I was trying to get to be my girlfriend. I see myself as a anti husband and a way some women get even with the men boys who cry at their wives laps that they promise they wont be picking up teenage girls at the local middle-school ever again, Hun, shit...I was dubiousness by this eradication by you middlebrows really, as the nuns were right when they told me that there are chicken hawks and dykes, they'd know, who just love death more than anything, they love knowing someone somewhere is being evicreated, a favorite word of their used on their Jewish cap Jon Stewart, until he had to like, apologize to the curia...
But, wow, haven't we come far since I was there at a sons of Italy in 1991 and with Peggy, a cute little blond, i saw a young Arkansas Governor as he winked at the Italian girl hostesses as she smirked away as usual, and I was amused as he seemed to admire Patty Fairenelli, again an Italian playmate of my boyhood that the good Bush familia never had to want to admire, death dealers them all, and Cattline's War, as he called it amazingly accurate to my Jesuit trained ear, almost as much as it seemed I did. I can only image the hell of New Salem crookedness wokefulness on our last living Roman out of the Satyricon.
I FOUND AFTER A LOOSE KIND OF TRUMP ERA BOYCOTT OF THE GAWFFAWING BUFFOON WHO MANAGED, like a barbarian, but always within reason, to stylize Jewish torches of commerce to shutter every bookstore he might, they still don't understand the Barbers always ignore more than they burn, often to their own detriments, and since every acceptance is after all Triomfi, I did go back to AMAZON, AND PUT A CARD NUMBER ACCOUNT IN, THOUGH I WILL NEVER GIVE INTO ANY primes, OR DISEMBODIED VOICES TELLING ME, OR LISTENING IN, TO FIND OUT OIF I AM OUT OF bounty PAPER TOWELS YET.
I had to do this to buy a feminist leaning magazine, the very day of chill subs sanctimony being hurled at me as it has been somehow teleconferencing with fatso white girls cavalierly and willingly on the side of a wife beater man in the gray flannel booth that was Johnnie, as I felt it as the least that I could do. The year was nothing without some of these acceptances and attaboys don't make me as wet as they sued to. While there, with the card my brother handed me, I bought one generation removed Xerox of Flashpont, for eight bucks, Good, just to see where they aren't head anymore. An ad on the site, they are all such democrats you know when busting unions now, at the great river of sludge, I was accosted with a gubernatorial ad Hitlerium ad absurdium, at least the Clinton and their minions called it once, as the Andy Sambergh running to make his Mahhh proud, and who never shows his born with Judaism face in his own Queen for a day sullen and vacant and tragic ads, birds of a feather swarm together, he is showing a man with a vowel on the end of his name, a Catholic and an Italian as dangerous, as he is shown as wears a scarf in wintertime, that is meant by the cleverer little prosecutor Shylock at the confirmation dinner,--in Boccaccio, Abraham marries his daughter off to a Medici, becomes a believer in Jesus and all is commercial viable-- to be a stand in for the checkered scarfs once worn by suburban Fatties bond over fed shoppers at the wal mart in feminists devotion, as he must be a Tewwwowwist, WHICH IS FUNNY AS LIKE the other dangerous Italian, again dangerous as isn't middlebrow or blond enough, they didn't mind giving him an M-16 or a Blond wig, if that, and telling him to pacify that sand dine over there as Uncle George insensibly bombed the clay tablets upon which Gilgamesh was written, and from which Abraham so unrelentingly stole.
This is your party AOC, so, don't blame me when jewey little rats say shamelessly, If you heard no more bail, ...as my brother's colored buddy from high school that he played Ball with, Payroll has told him that now that white girls are being shot and killed by crips at bus-stops,and this close to an election, n*88ers please, the local Gestapo are tossing salads left and right and the local hoosegow looks like some Hollywood jew is making another Tarzan movie.
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As this wet dreary year comes to its always baked in the cake rancid, poisonous, third act that a goon like Biden was barreling towheads the edge of a cliff all along, I heard theta The Acme Incorporation underwrote his billion dollar need to be Praetor no matter what, and as Ma said, when an idiot spends money worse than a drunken sailor, hell end up spending three more for every dollar he spent to fill the holes he dug. I was again true to some hidden creed of mine, and found again, that this magazine I dealt with so unnerved they are by images of pretty brunettes drinking Cokes and a smile, although Santa Baby making Coca Cola, or Copa as it appears in and since my own Pow-girl, bit they'd hate that busty reaction to wasp waisted Black Canaries in coal mines wouldn't they though...was indeed as they always are when overly upset by the imagines the nuns told me wasps hate anyway, were indeed Anarchists at heart.
That word as its always been, since the priests decried American socialism as Fidel with a Master charge, or as Ma called them The devil carrying a Gucci purse, --boy, as a seamstress did Dora hate the Valentino's and their Cinceretta sweat-shoppes, - is a dead giveaway, it meaningless as in Wall Marts imperial parking lots, it means nothing, and it stands for less, it is political absolute zero, a false face, if that, maybe a kind of Brown face as Tad and Muffy an the rest who, by the by, were not ever pit in jail for screeching and howling at electors who should, or even might have voted, for Gore Vidal's nephew, a Vietnam vet, or others who didn't Yahoo and screech their way through the states were off to Panama, all, I HAVE ASKED A QUESTION THOSE WHO DON'T FESTOON THEMSELVES WITH THE BOAS AND THE FEATHERS AND THE DRAG COLD CERAM OF RADICALISM, why WASN'T there riots or anyone placed in jail over the fact that a monkey faced patrician goon stole the Millennial deception. I mean why didn’t the always screaming and bleated and over fed lebsos, why didn’t they as they so love to show up urban strife, at least not too close to the Saturnalia tree or god knows, the Apple store,where everyday is Saturnalia, why didn’t they show up then for Old Al, Al Gore....hymnnn, did Little sis need an opens eat in 04 or 08 that Al winning with a record of peace and prosperity that the Negroes hated by the Tribune review hated, didn’t jive with. Well, that open seat was stolen by an old man who, as I caller back, SHE couldn't stand during Iranamuck, AND ASK OCTAVIAN IN DOTTAGE, YOUR HVSBAND DEAR, A Trojan horse is below a Roman's contempt.
Hummmn, I have been gaining some traction with asking that, but then again, I have my share of Female, if lesbian admirers, who have taken these oversexed and thus dark haired Amazonian and Camilla, as it never bothers the Democratic aldermen with turkies and fifths at the ready and are unsure how to stop digging as any unleashing of imperial, ie Armimnetarium Gasoline will not hit the Esso signs of my imperial 1970 perpetual vista by Christmas anyway, as the Delaware Bomber, shoe box carrying King, has never been too far from the mausoleums walls to not be so akin and almost fine with the stench of death, even megadeath, that it is even notable anymore. Closer to Stan Laurel than he is to Disraeli, closer to Danny Devito than he is to Machiavelli, or one book holder, if that, goes back to a series of digested laws, which unlike me, do not go back to neither Justinian nor to Paladins any eon of them,as he has basically been too busy just giving elegies, so many, that he seems now to be cutting into the reason d'tra for why Clinton ever steam roller-ed him in 1992, to begin with. Ah once again, girls, I was there.
And I was right again, that the unanimous among us are on tooth decay patrol, hemorrhaging sanctimony and bleeding preening, those perverts who don't have to drive for hours to find baby formula, or who haven't yet consecrated one of the plaques which is now, like Persepolis, unpolitical to bring up as old man River just keeps stumbling along.
Again, the magic Haoma, the biorhythms or whatever the now dastardly and despicable computer science they use which somehow wont let you say anything about them but will let some cvnt say the Romans didn't exists, again, one half step above little green men made the Sphinx or taught the ape man such arts as ceramics, I mean, who else...?, and the injins found out that when they discover blood sport and stone fountains and aqueducts in the motherlands of empires of the sun, well, no more decent Apache noble savagery for you, and dutifully the Hitler channel will label the Incas, worse than Rome as a cartoon now owned by Disney would say, Empire of blood. Right this way Mister Haley, into the Delusional fiddlers with such cribbers as Virgil and Ovid, until, of course, we found the scurrilous parts of the epic were indeed as Macrobous said, a better satire of dread Homer than ever there was. Ah, faint-est praise, sometimes is, after all, the best that they'll give out.
I was sent a new Lindsay out of the blue or the white and red of You tube’s stratosphere, as the summer wanes into the quickest snowfalls that I can recall, Belonnna, or better, or worse, and a darker haired Mama Gaea has decried, like the house of Saudi, to show this old coot and his worse than Hillary wife, easy Missus Dukakais, just count back from a hundred now,...that the very zephyrs, like the lightning bolts have turned against him. I was sent the lovely and affable one time Cracked magazine writer, who'd have thought it...?, alas I had a subscription,Maggie Mae Fish, pretty and Bitchy, why cant I ever find one of these who is straight...?Oh, a Catholic girl, ah that does explain much. My brother asks, as I watch it and he tells me to find a broad, cute like that, on these websites, alas,...sheeesh. She is funny and witty and industrious, and think of how the creep and his Twin Peaks essay which she hates, in which a blond hairdryer, lip-less wonder sepals of the one time boyishly adored Sheryl Lynn Finn, a Demi who was full, whose Black Dalian persona I think caste just for that before we all became House n*88ers and black face wearers like, well, Ma If I bring home Capone or Jolson, it's Al.
He doesn't like the Mrn- Alloys that she sets off, as I recall Twin Peaks, and how my sharper brother, like Wiseguy, then, only let me watch it with him in his place, because I liked it, but like Popular and Gilmore girls, I think he came to like it as much with me, although he knew enough criminals in his shady life to never want to even bless the Sopranos or Breaking Bad with his presence, Dante-an stoicism abounds, pass by the demons, he said, a hand out, as he is always more Romantic than Machiavellian me. I liked Twin Peaks very much, and showing what a hermit I've become, I didn't even know that they came back, but always thought Lynch had it in him, as thought of Clerks maker Smith, that they, like me and my brother, weren't like Maureen Dowd and other white women were, ensconced in their cul de sacs, in love with the idea of the operatic of the basic Criminal, always somewhere out there for Drive cred. Is there, like Copaganada as somehow who I didn't waste a second on, is there a similar sort of thing Ill label Hoodagrams...I asked? I was sure to pencil that Id make an answer to that on a still like so many unmade video as outside of drawing the goddess that Barabbas saved haven't much liked, though who knows...?, haven't liked, since they shoved Roman works, mere copies is how the nuns assured me they'd get around that one, into a bloody Tyber anyways, or later in an age of laughable enlightenment, would take a bronzes Bellona given to the Capitoline by the Doge of Venice in 1780 for their attempt at a bespectacled newest republic, which again, this item was drowned into the Potomac where later still, the mistresses of Wilbur and Tallmedge and Biden would soak their feet in Tidal pools.
Did I over educated, over react again,as the white women so worry about, this wasn't the price of bacon now was it. Did I take it too personal...but then what else is there, Fredo, or Cosimo, whatever. It made me think of tom boys and nuns and their censorious perversions and despite Andy Sam-berg for Guvner now sucking Catholic dick, I still disposed of that church. I must get to the scraps and rags of video all collected on a phone somewhere, and recharter a chapter of WOP LIKE ME, this time about Pinocchio and the response by men who have spit on Collodi's grave, and yet, this time, haven't sent out the usual Jewish alter boys, Olive Oils and Green Hornets to tell the people they are yet again wrong, as at least someone has realized what is going on to an empire state, where the woman again who was placed in as much as anything by the flying Monkees of a tear jerking Wicked in which the dykes live, again, I have been admired and liked by those unmarried women to whom my “1964” and the knowledge I had that yes indeed Joe Califano was after all being hectored at a La Cote Basque Mother courage Gloria Vanderbilt juniors didn't want them at anyway, as Anthony Bordain is after dead, and, etc. As woke up while my brother was out there doing due diligence as there is, to his antenna a feeling of flying Buttresses crumbling, scads of money being burnt to ash, Manzoni politics again, and he is determined to stock up through midnight goon's praetorian laughter, he throws me a colorful box of cheap crayons. I see on there is written the credo Made in China. I know you like those, Tony, he says, Finish your fucking Cartoon Decameron, and throw it in their faces.