ITALIAN LOVE STORIES MEAN NEVER HAVAING TO SAY YOU'RE OVERDRAWN...

 

 HE WAS IN DRAFTS FOR WHAT BECAME THE HOLY WRIT OF "Marty", my boyhood hero, along with CC Beck, Leonardo, Virgil, GORE AND YES EVEN Norman THE barbarian mailer who i did like for being a dick to the overfed women that the nuns warned me to always avoid, as ma said, when CALLED THEN gram or Bar or Nana or Ombpalompa Sue or Grand, or whatever whatnot woman who now suddenly juts love negeros, found out that Muffy, Biddy, Vanessa or as Ma called them all, Priscilla, her most hated name, found out that their Suzie cream cheese was Fuqusing a wop, well, then without a warning, somehow whistles were bleating and the white fingers, if not their cvnts were on high dudgeon already that indeed they had been raped. I know about many wops from then who indeed went to jail for no netter reasons some white trash Suzi q, and so i was sure of not finding a Lynda Crater anyway, left them alone. When PADDY LIKE Gore and Reginald Rose and others wrote plays of broad-way quality for Sudio one and the raft and Hallmark theaters, the Philco hour and Playhouse 9o, the original title for his play about the Brooklyn italics and their ilk that were ignored by all but the divinely iinsired Jackie Gleason, who never won and Emmy by teh way as the anti Trumpeters cit their world into thirds, was in fact Love Story. I could never stand that movie, sure i'll read it as a book, give me a break, as to me forever, love means never having to say your sorry will always be no where near the perfected dialog of Hey Marty, what do you want to do tonight...i dunno what do you want to do....? That last scene of "Marty" as he tells off Jerry Helper and Sargent Carter is as perfect a soliloquy as anything Willie stole from Livy. Shaft and all. So as the j3ws and the in laws of hollyrock make such a fiat out of how they now think Asians and queers are actually human, as opposed to Palestinians for go and Wops for show, the first Italian american to win your Gelt Oscare as Orson called it was Ernest Borgnine so beat that with a stick, girls. 

 

 

 As an Italian worth my salt as the Jesuits and the Franciscans nuns assured me, I think that every month is Roman History month no matter what over fed white chicks like to say. as iw as not shocked to hear that Discothèque Eddie, The Zorhan, didn’t last 72 hours before being strayed by the old grey mare called the New York Times, as what is the point of being a democrat if you cant be a hypocrite. what I love about the destruction of Biden is that indeed for all your love of white trash Vikings and barbarians sludge, arson and scansion he has alas left in ruins, epically enough. 

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Sometimes the angels whisper in your ears, as Larry Olivier said, and funnily, the very day that the honking pig who owns the behemoth that ruined book stores, one click means never having to say what is this…?, the bargain basement  that has sent me more sh--t wrongly than what I’ve wanted, got married to a stripper in colors not all red at all, and with a worse caste, I received word that I had been valued into a literary magazine not as pretentious as say the trashy New Y*rker, good bye to all of that was thirsty years ago, and yet I take every acceptance as if a Roman triumph, as anyone who thinks that the Cassias from the Van wyck can use Epstein in our perpetual anti Trump crappola as in fact the boys of midnight return to game shows in reverse Carson, well, I have a feeling that that last chapter of Billy’s Satyricon isn’t getting put on or cracked upon ny any fake liberal creeps. Goddess AOC, you have a call from Chappaqua, angels of the mattina are in dingy candidate white, well its his own fault, as rile one is never give your enemies an even break, fatso. I have received word the day a wedding did take place in a medieval Italian hatchet palazzo, that my Side by Side by Luigi Del Porto, a Saturnalia overture to the unmaking of crippled Bidey, has been accepted. You might ask who is he, why just the man who wrote Romeo and Juliette a century before like so much Shakespeare the sissy took, as the nuns warned me, and my pop, all from the Italians that that queer could get. Like I said I make the perfect Virgil for this wasteland hell, as I wasn’t  shocked when the J3w York Times didn’t take 72 hours before messiah commie pinko suitcase pimp jimmy, left them all with achita and ennui. 

NEXT : Anthony and recalled and re-found schoolgirl Beatrice Lisa in the ruins pf house cackling Brunette Kammila, the kind my mother warned me of, worse than blonds. We in garland discuss how all of life is Gilmore Girls episode 21, and why we hate Sal Mineo in all forms and permutations. LAST DANCE. ALL THAT I ASK IS THAT YOU DANCE WITH ME DANE WITH ME DANCE WITH ME…