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cheapskate o mine, hope this finds you well and fine....
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Its not that I feel
bad for grandpa Biden, God knows, but having read the ROMAN LIVES
SINCE I WAS A KID, I thought that when the end of the republic came,
it would be from a better cast than this. I THINK I understand blm,
@chriscumo, a poet hated Sicily because he said, even the patricians
there are bags of shit. Its Dante. My father wasn't Alan Brady, I
don't have to eat slop. he worked for a living. BUT I WONDER,
speaking of Suetonius, thats Shakespeare in the logical Latin, did
that Sunday, when the walls came tumbling down, as Lana Lang
pIS=Saki was shocked, I'll bet, and unspoken of, unnamed, unfaced
men in black suits came and told the last-est Tyberius he had to go,
an ignominious fate no CATILINE EVER HAD TO DO, he dies like a Roman
and a man, as the appreciative Sallust said in Bubbas fourth
favorite book, not that you can tell anymore, but I ask, that Sunday
without football , as opposed to the one in which he had alas stolen
enough, did he, like Livia before him when the guard turmned and
heeled and came to call on the king of eagles, did he , like she did
when calling out for Germanicus, and I know this from a first early
student play I wrote, I think of how I met William F in 1980 at a
Jesuit high school I just couldn't deal with anymore, as that fruit
was always on the outlook for Catholic boys, and then again he , not
possibly recalling me, but calling me Tony to my chagrin, spoke of
Germanicus again, and told me to beware the curia, again.
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Did this smarmy slimy
forthwith little man, did he call out for his version of Germanicus,
which like hers was long dead and gone in previous imperila
degradation. Did he wonder, just in a wry money shot of the
realization of exile, dod he think of his own Germanicus, as Livia
had, did he with even a smile of revelations of fate accomplished,
did Jolted Joe from Kokomo, did he call out for Mario Cuomo, and
think to himself with almost a laugh, that the great Virgil called
a lecturer by that sissy ninny rhino bitch on ABC Sunday Omnibus,
did he think for a moment as opposed to Barry the Fairy, as the
other Harvard grads students called him. Now, did he think of our
Italianate, Turnus loving Virgil, or even the Italian women that he
massacred along with greasy grimy Andy and Crissy to eventually be
passed over, that holiday that anti Lupercalia of sententious baby
murdering Gods no Roman worth his salt would ever acknowledged...?
sorry, Kamilla, but I've seen the viciousness of that type since a
boy I was, a schoolboy and I am never shocked by their prissy
accommodation and justifications they make.
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Published. Serperi-
Jeffery Jones stuff. Tis been a bad week at black rock, and the
cavalry hasn't done this badly since the Cambrian forests. But, the
Neanderthal Broadcasting Company putting on an Italian Woman in a
boxing ring almost bludgeoned to death by some qweer sissy inst
anything I haven't seen before in those cookbooks of @billcilinton.
The @NYtimes called it the audacity of despair, sending in the
giggling cavalry. . ...gee I wish I had come up with that...

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3 AUGUST 2024.
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In a sprinkling of
Collddian magic I first saw and rerecorded on my own eighth birthday
when I saw that I had the same birthday, as a kid mentality despite
of the love of JESUITS, I WAS STILL AND AM RATHER GIVEN TO MY
MOTHERS OVER ROMANTICIZED LIFE, though it was my father who hated
things like Hanna Barbara, even going to school to tell the nun my
mother adored, Sister Loretta, a real nun—you know spoke Latin, he
said, to never ever give me as a some khiaski or prize a book as
they had in some little contest, of Fred Flintstone ever again, as
they had done. He hated that studio, from what he saw, my siblings
were kids during their true heyday of plagiarisms, Top cat is Bilko,
Fred and Barnie of course, Ralph and Ed, ect, and mostly he hated
the way these house wops made sure that every villain witch was
black haired, in the same was that Marvel did, though I wasnt
shocked to see who the girdle salesman and the late last show
stenographer uncle Stan had indeed married.
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The Pittsburgh
Pirates, some how entangled with a Perseid swoon, like the Democrats
and Hollywood, have lost their third straight game. I swear, if this
keeps up they may find they are out of the last place for a bullshit
wild card that the doges of baseball came up with as a way to keep,
like the Democrats, a slew of rust belt states and rutted cities
thinking they still have a shot at selling a last late summers
muckle of ice cream –do they stilkl sell napoleon ice cream in
little plastic hats...?, and of course peanuts and crackerjack for
teams that would be better off not giving a damn, playing out the
string towards labor day, and thus maybe, building to something
better than best loser.
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I saw on my birthday,
not only did Lucy, but a almost recast in prime time daily
Clint—SORRY Flintstones, that cartoon Audrey Meadows, Wilma
herself also celebrated a birthday, the one where the blowhard
almost abusive monster husband gives her a Dodo bird as a gift,
as-to allow himself to take off for a Raccoon like convention in
Frantic City. I don't really know why but I found this all pleasing,
and get as if the gods of Comedy and Tragedy had indeed given me a
blessing that certainly gave me in this maelstrom of barbarian rage,
was the closest thing to a Passover that the roman gods can give
without turning Bill and me and all those Romans still left , though
the happy little island of mud hut England lost more than mother
Italy did to the now defeated and vanquished forever Biden, still at
this hour not giving out his own Eulogy, although Gummadi Gilda is
still hopeful on a 60 minuets sit down, although as I could tell
you, such vulgar landing spots are only given by the oppressive
dogged Dan Rather to Bush family patrons who is to start tunneling
out from a twenty point deficit to the first Greek, which
thankfully somehow George Will, now a major Domo of liberalism, who
knew, Brother Flager...? We miss you Prince of darkness, someone
else who had ANOTHER OF THE BIDIES BURNT OF THE PYRE OF THE POLITICS
OF THE SPITE of silly, meaningless men. Yes, mister Waltz, Prairiea
, though not Tuscan Red, lets remember who was punch and Judied into
that war and who alas, was somehow not. well, the vultures have
come home to if not roost, pull a Remus apart,a s they did in that
book of roman hoorays that got Niccolo Machiavelli, hated by over
fed hags and dykes at the tasty freeze, tortured.
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Now, if this giggling
jackass who wont speak to a nation she strangely seems to feel she
is posed to take, as if old coot bidets infirmities were the only
thing between Micheal Moore AND OTHER THREE CHINNERS AND A BLUE
LANDSLIDE, if she appoints, a new non democratic way of choosing not
quite the best candidates, and she chooses a ferret face named
Joshie Shapiro whose cesarean ambitions make Bill Clinton look
positively like Cincinnatus, does that mean the first woman and
first Jew will be placed in originally like Medici popes, and yes,
old man, over your dead body. How Cicero, indeed.
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Even Augustus called
it The Republic, so in politics haplessness is a virtue.
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COMIC RELIEF. On my
Leonid Birthday I was sent, along with the equal we enjoyed your
work, but...still in that slide a few did get back to me with
administration over my having seen where this was headed with the
Lords of Pericles, back last winter. And, along with cartoons of
dames seen as far too goddess like, hell really probably just
brunette, for the dying embers of tokens wokeness, and manifesting
your murdering of Italian grandmothers would indeed be a high point
for this Gore Vidalllian less than perfect exemplar of lying in
state, was bad taste. Still, I now as the Leo constellation
stardust's periods start to turn got to like towards earth, and a
base still isn't in the bag as it were, I must give some credit to
@lindsayellis, as she figures as a kind of not quite BEATRICE, NO
NOT LAURA, certainly not Cammilius's beloved bitchy Claudia, as
though pretty, she isn't THAT, well, that's it, ironically Camilla,
the Italianate amazon. as a girl victim of the acrimonious,
surpassed now by an Italian woman , see...? AM THE AUGER, WHOSE
HER BLUDGEONING ON THE NATIONAL BUISCUT COMPANY is now an exemplar
of what the doges of Sodom , no Sparta, I was again right my brother
announced, at this bloody fiasco, as women tell him how infuriated
they are, and so soon after Johnny Depp, I say eliciting a laugh
when he says to the Italian artist woman who lives upstairs. ON the
channel of Lilly Tomlin and Ruth Buzzy and Dick Martin, even Jeanie
and the girl from uncle, a woman was shown beaten within a inch of
her life, shoring again the Machiavellian ethic, whose whip is
this...? And of course the pretty maids all in a row at
armimentarium cereal, have said nothing, its a golden age and that's
their story and they are sticking to it, as for some reason Gordon
Gecko in Sacramento is rounding up the homeless in trucks, and
throwing them out of town, and again, the lesbians who cry and weep
and gnash their teeth at all when the whistle blows, well, like
Bonanza, they are the horses, left at the trough watered, while the
fat man does his comic pratfalls and the fake guns go off, but like
with Jimmy Rockford, never killing anyone.

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08/05/2410:08:55 AM
But I do warn, as I am
the auger out here, icebound politicians in that world you both
despise and fear like monsignors do, that many women tell my brother
that they are incensed at the idea of an ITALIAN WOMAN, NO LESS AND
PERFECTLY, being bludgeon almost to death by a filthy little
arabesque drag queen, making up for slaughters unconnected at that
time, Joshie, and I warned this, there is an anger out here now that
wasn't bad a few mere weeks ago, add their the Italian grandmothers
once raped with impunity and then called like animals.
As sent out some copies
of this piece, I was sanctimoniously told having @billclinton in the
“incomprehensible miasma” quote their beloved Shakespeare Ovid
plagiarism was a sacrilege. Oh you'll do worse.
The Pittsburgh Pirates
have lost their sixth straight game this month of the second Caesar,
as the apostolic Sun starts, despite the heat, to start to seem
receding, as it shall until Saturnalia.
See why I think to me
,less obscene, Kammila wont win NO matter how many Jews play Percales
in dungarees, is that she , to some eyes, didn't do what Trump, Bilbo
and yes, angle offing the Mattina did all their needs for that Big
Brass Ring OF Orson, and so, she is a bigger fraud than even her
first sugar daddy was, calling Doctor Freud, dear Lil Dot has a daddy
issue like some wop Irishwomen I have known and promptly went out the
side door. What Kammie didn't do ever in this hijacking of the
American new res public, and being handed a golden key she didn't
much deserves, was that as certain woman, yes, Witchiepoo, and her
anti Disneyland, pro fireman carnival husband did, was to get up at
four am and make it to New Hampshire prayer breakfasts and to Iowa
and Prairiea pig festivals—yes I was Jesuit pre law no apple
polisher me, and meet the plebs in their cigar shops and Brooklyn
sidewalks as TRUMP HAS EVEN DONE to Bushman ghastliness.
She hasn't done that,
and so her victory would ex out Hillary dear and even hubby to some
extant. I responded back, as when they first appeared and he in a
nuclear cloud of Bushing counter intelligence, and Dan Rather on the
pad, YOU'LL SEE, Bill outfought back as the Greek refused, and my
mom, said seeing them on that Hewett nightmare of stop-watching ,
where , or dove la BETRAICZIA...WHERE IS THE BEATRICE, SHE ASKED, AS
SHE SMART ITALIAN WITCH HER OWN SELF, had this goon pegged and knew
in now was this cornuto in love with this yenta in straining. So
wherever and whatever overhang and fruit cellar that she was sent top
by our Livia, she will have a moment of recompenses and comeuppance
that Hillary cant allow until the bowels of hell that she keeps
mentioning as the place where those who wont vote for her will
declined. But probably not big on Dante anyway, still, she gets the
gist and Kammila I fear cannot win, as Hillie knows, after a life in
the theater that should KAMILLA WIN, HER part and her role, Margo
Channing's life is over and done, and CBS,as dutifully as they held a
slave camera upon the graceful morbidly obesity of the strangely
dancer like Jackie Gleason, they at the cyclops will be laying in
wait , with praetorian giggling at the first sight of Hillary about
to get sick. Again, I haven't heard back sinze.
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08/06/24
the last segregationist
to have to be booted out of office has his imperial dares dashed by
the sewage in the streets also, but being anti war is something, a
more ignominious than i like in my rabbit hunting radicals, as AM
FROM THE Jesuit SCHOOL TRAINING OF SUCH THINGS, AND LIKE THE unnamed,
NO NOT HIM, THE REAL ONE, I saw The Best Man at fourteen. They
reported that someone named Gertz, Hurtz, Colonial Kurtz was told to
laughing cow Kammila that shed be saddled with this guy,--is that the
guy who looks like Bluto, sorry Joshie, which saddened me. it that i
at all like Jewie Joshie and his almost Cesarean, without having worn
boots ever not once at the front, ambitions and grievous faults, but
still, ...a man who called them belligerent Arabs, has a slush fund
for his blond addled sex abusing Jews, and has dead bodies falling
out of the closets, where @billclintonaccount just had dancing girls,
well, and atop of that. with that this hag gummadi who will be a
bulwark for the constitution the moment that she is appointed, white
smoke for all. And missed this chance at riots in CHICAGO no less...?
My goodness that was a Colombo episode waiting to happen. DID SEE
I'm WITH HER RECYCLED for brunette other woman Kammila, but to be
fair, the praetorian must by definition have a spryness and bellow
and cry and scream for someone they didn't even know was alive a
fortnight ago, back when they had all that money....hummmn, that cant
auger well. Be with us for our next episode, the US STEAL HOUR, OR A
SNITCH IN TIME! Another northeastern ethnic gov unelectable in
Bidet's segregationist weed empire, how fitting, so laugh Mario,
Laugh...so we bleary and stumble from a segregationist to perhaps a
giggling idiot and a dying old fat man, who somehow sent other men's
soldiers into a perpetual war he avoided by running for Office –and
there were no ROMANS, SHEEESH, LEAVE YOUR MEDICARE FRAUD CHECKS IN
THE BAG, who has initials like AWOL AND DUI attached to him, so good
job from the vestals at Hadrians wall, as they bring good things to
blight...we miss you Bill, as this is amateur hour.
08/13/24
09:24:38 AM
So, can a party
hijacked by chicken hawk garbage like @georgewill be able to again
use nothing more than ad hominium attacks to win the
praetorium..?Whose broad stripes and bright stars, are they now...?
See, why the nuns loved
me and I had no future in such swamps, if someone asked me if I wore
mascara, Id say, like the Romans, Yeah, I got it at the front.

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I CERTAINLY DON'T care
about the last Waltz's new found, comparatively, liberal notions and
such, what with the democratization party in the wake of prissy pussy
bloated LIEBERMAN HAVING SOLD ITS SOULS AND ITS TELETHON aged Rob
Reiner of the plebs being led so well by CBS covens, or really,
Yeshivas of golden hardhearted radials,who away as I notepad played
despicable hippies on Persky Denoff shows about billionaire hillbilly
DON'T CARE ABOUT HIS Petaphile votes, although even in a new Sparta,
edges one can hear the masonry crumble ta that and one in which
Italian woman are bludgeoned on the National biophysicist Company for
the enjoyment of the white men who have always been so put upon,
anyway, and affectation will out, I still think having to even have
the Jews at the Times 'explain' your petaphile vote may be hazardous
to your political objectivity, although I don't know how long this
bloated pig can lip up his preordaining of Golden Boy, every fuking
night, twice on Saturday, where satire and osteoporosis, SSI
Juvenal's, go to close.
And I had a feeling that this man doing the
Nines, you're wanted on the Spanish steps, but not on CBS, I wonder
if that constituencies...anyway, I had a feeling about him as he
played superhost and introduced cartoons as I haven't seen in
politics since in fact I read Gore Vidal's famous essay in that book
mentioned I won as a kid, about the Cow palace and Reagan watching
Goldwater—i scent a track, Gaius—with all the aplomb of all about
eve. I would like to see us re-adjudicate that War and its build ups
in the paperer of record, Judy dear, I would like to remember how and
who went to that perpetual war and who didn't, and who wouldn't, and
I would like to recall as is happening now a reexamination of the
fast and furious, as the bets I noted first coming from the 1ST
GENERAL in maybe even Altman's MASH, was there taken for the
consultation sending of course other men into that quagmire turning
into a butcher's floor of American men, so lets reexamine that
Bushian Aeneid, on missives spoken aloud on GE NBC, and who voted to
give it No ending like the dreaded lord of the rings.

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10:46:16 AM
Then, came the moment,
to me, of the season. I have gotten some Mud magazine poetics and
drawings here and there, lately, as I could sense a real weariness to
some, erotically not fake liberals who are not at all encouraged ,
nor getting their cuts from the war procure that now thinks its
armimentarium be the new Athens, or at least Florence, that the pigeons on Medici plasters, have always tried to preened that they
were.
Have gotten so far in a year at least three essays about
the awfulness of Newt's American vast wasteland into various
magazines, and that cache has as its sort of Puck, or Alfred E, or
pilgrim in progress ore even lily white as uninteresting as paper
Lemuel Gulliver, the afoul imagery of a dying older schoolboy without
the aplomb of previous aging Bevies-Elroy of a parascending quickly
past, David Letterman. There was a moment on, of all things, the Late
show bequeath by said Letterman, a last Paar, to Stevenson Colbert,
who as that Canaries in that gold mine I has presupposed and
predicted, he said exactly where we were like a wayward , illiterate
without the necessary aplomb Virgil in a cesspool hell, he lived out
the creed I had sort of set out cor him, beiang a lover of television
since a kid, I knew where this Reginald Rose teleplay was headed.



On his nightly show, oh
wait that was gotten rid of long ago, too many 100s and too much
dark, if not black, money, and whatever it is wane aint married to
it at all, Steverino did his foresighted act, which is easily for
him, as it is a exact opposite of what he tap danced for cyclops
island largess before, see Gore Vidal's line about Bidet ETHICS
ELSEWHERE, AS I HAVE BEEN TOLD USE THE SAME LINES LOT, BUT THEN, I AM
UNWILLING TO BE LIKE SHAKESPEARE CAN SOMEHOW SAY AND GET IT BELIEVED
THAT I SOMEHOW CAME UP WITH THEM , TO BEGIN WITH. ON HIS LATE NIGHT
SHOW OF SHOWS, USUALLY JUST an excuse to get MPS, apparatchiks, and
attaches on television to an ramrodding audience again bequest by
Johnny Quest Stewart, or Disco Stew as calling him bothered some
devotee, though as I told her how many likes did YOU get from him,
not a one, as Echo is a tragic figure, which was a line again used
to garner a line of likable approve from Bill Clinton, although when
that happens anymore, from almost anybody, and I have gatherd them up
like the crows gather the twigs of shady Groves, I dint even bother
to tell my brother anymore as he is sure when he sees the curia
mentions anything from the Ecolouges to Mister Haney as he will show
me, is is certain MUST HAVE GIVEN THEM THE IDEA, as I am the only one
who seems to effortlessly , as a well wishing woman told me, go from
pilgrim at the inferno, and then go to Hooterville , so easily.
To show again I was
right in my use of Steven Colbert as the every man in this post Danny
Thomas world, and that in essays like What,,,and leave
showiness-published- And, My name is Steven Colbert—published, I am
sensing a trend as I am schooled about putting the words of their
Divine Shakespeare in the liquored up over sued mouth of Lesbian
married, husband Billiteratti, wow, haven't we fallen far over a
segregationist as the luckiest woman in the world once called him on
CNN circuses, Colbert is seer sucker, man in the gray flannel soul
finery, he did , he did taw a Leopard cat, that as he did a show,
undesirable for any other, always a clear giveaway to even the
goddess of stolen coins, eventually she has enough, and all hell
breaks out on you, he was speaking to some indefeasible non blond
that CNN had to take in its claimer. Propaganda nest as a rival to a
drone , death dealing company, who has hijacked the liberal clotted
hearts on statin medicines, they are again you , we, know, SHE was
going by rote and all she was told or worse, knew by some praetorian
instinct she was to make sure she said now, as somehow the medieval
aspects of a papal conclave reared their ugly truly CATHOLIC ways and
means and heads in a saving of the democracy where meat head gets to
play Horatio, and yet all the bridges too far have been washed out.
Hooterville, much less stria is a long straightaway, as the
vindictive crow does flay.


SO, at night, while of
course, I was watching of anything as have been spent since my
birthday and a racing to get out July is the most... essay as still
haven't heard back from that one, well, not the one for whom I did
it, ah the essay as valentine as a gal said is my Italianate charm at
best, the dared midnight clownish, Count Duvall at his chilly worst,
was shown by the cats and gods in the roman pantheon—as I said I
think bothering some editors out there, no buddy kilt 40,000 souls in
Palestine over Virgil, I mean, as opposed to any dreary Talmud, how
could they, as the Romans expceted you to die, march and not just
shoot babies on a tarmac. Steverino, true to the credo sent forth the
day he was given the job, is playing the deep mend of the Tyrannaian
sea, and was caught tidally unawares and in fact probably stupifuied,
that indeed when he was doing his boilerplate as enetraimnet and
politically minded clerical as comedy, of course placing on those who
hate each other in the corral, Jews, Negros, fat chicks and drag
queens,. He was merely nodding, dutifully, what he thought was his
circus clown job, but again a perversion in anyway and everywhere of
the roman ethics, sorry Tobacco Road papist, I saw him called that
troop by the arabesque and their fat girls conniving attendants in
Palestinian drag, he was totally shocked at the response of an
audience he thought, like John Stewart l also blindsided this year,
he thought was perfectly drilled in the aspects and the designs need
in a peanut gallery since Buffalo Bob.
With a flourish worthy
of Wally Wood, a woman and spaceships drawing Dante, I ACTUALLY, LIKE
Shandling did for Carson later, when heard in 1981 so soon around
Italo Calvino was demeaned and deserted by over fed white coeds, by
those who would make A CYCLE EPIC OF PLAGIARISM as Gore called it, he
is my now more than ever Virgil amid the dying dead popes and
greyhounds wanting corn bread, I was strangely stunned at his self
demise and sorrowful about it in our Kirby world and have mentioned
as much last year along with Roisterer as imperial gulag victim. And
all he did AS the medieval astrologist would say, hurl out one of
those givens on the Star maps of the dark ages sky, a dark aegis on a
Bidey Caseareate could try to contort into a golden age, which my own
father told me, never really was.
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So, this speckled goon
freak punk sissy, American sissy said, was in almost passing, almost
without fear of refraction or reconsideration, and with the dottore l
know of all of the of all the suppositions of the intoxicated world.
All this goon said was , again as a given that CNN was a placed that
tried its drabbest to be fair and accurate, and the collected new
York audience sadly thinking they ere all in on a con that got too
big, started to laugh, to his dismay. At once, the smirk spattered
and the duck tape snapped and broke. Hit of a meteor right at the Ed
Sullivan theater, where Howard once showed the sad end of Jerry and
Joe, as I have said, explaining the American dream in toto, there was
a direct hit on the vainglorious signage of a thousandths LCD lifts. one fir every broken bar strap, Mrs Colbert, but then, apote
is dead and gone, Orson Too and its always the children hour, as I
wasn't part of taking over the Sollsen cut off because Bidey-Harras
had to capitulate to the name that tune of 20 b, with daisy cutters
to the IDF, as after all, scantiness doesn't feed the greyhound, and
they'll kill anyone for power, and the living in the echos of for
whom the medieval bells rung, laughed in his petulant little face.
Revitrovi Gummadis.
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FREE CONAN—OR WHY I
LEARNED TO LOVE PRINCE VALIANT AND HATE BARBARIANS. A TALE OF COMIX-
10 MARCH 2023
THE SATURNALIA STORY.
CATHOLIC SHOOS HYJINX.
HE SAT THERE, in
another mans chair, with a wall unchanged as squatters often do,
dumbfounded, was he, the joker as arrested in time and tides, the
clown reverting back to form—can you tell I have been having ball
at shady Groves, with Basile adjurations and Wendy in antlers and a
puce piece,...? He was stunned for a moment, than as I saw this only
as recited and recanted and redone on Ed Henry, the crowd, that he
thought was a perfectly hand packed sort, all moving in lock step in
one trepidation, well, our beleaguered, bespattered, bumbling
Petronius, who indeed has lost his hero and his journey—like Maggie
Mae no fan of Joe Campbell am I, never have been one for paganism as
, like Catholicism, celebrated by those whither whiter than white
skin, much less Pepsodent teeth, as four out of 5 dentists recommend
Trident for those patients who chew gum, and recommend Prell for
those pedestrians who drink Soap, Bold soap, ring around the collar,
My wife, I think I'll ditch her, for FE poor blood, your best Friends
wont tell you, that only they and her hairdresser knows, like the
hadow do, brought to you in living colcor by Burlington textiles, one
ringy dingy two ringy dingy, I cant believ I ate the whole thing,
plop polp fizz fizz, og what a relife it is, who wears short shorts,
its the uncola, finger likingghhod chicken as all lebains eat here at
chicken delight, r=o=l-a-i-d=s, tumtumtums, plase dost squeeze the
Charmin, as mister Whipple and Josephine the plumber were around
those few days that uncel sam didnt hang its mistrcarent, soon wnough
stay tuned for the Rachel Maddow show on WOR, right after Batman, as
she fills in for Mary Grace Cantfeild as Ralph Monroe, pitchforks in
this hell all go dumdum, it eats like a meal, who is this little man
in the toilets of the umpire, …?, the dick van dyke show is brought
to you by Kent cigarettes, Kent knows best, a little dab-ill do yew,
hey cookie, lend me your comb, I'm a pepper your a pepper, shouldn't
you like to be Rosie Odonall and lecture us from the buffet too.?
THE MOMENT OF A LAUGHING mezzanine that he nasty wasn't prepared for,
not him, not the king of ridicule on command, or at least so no one
recalls his own death threats to an assail a co ed, better I guess
than black face of woman's titties juggling on trampolines, but then
again, Carson is dead, and the asnwerman along with him, shmock
shmock, or pleh pleh, and as he sat there and that anchor girl,
totally frozen as the poor brunette would be, only tabloids worthy
blonds usually get thees jobs as shamelessness was taught to them by
their Moms, and she asked, sadly at least to me, the dark haired
girl, as the black chick on war consortium television went blind too
the moment she was caught whisperer hat she really thought, a bad
habit to get into, the pretty Italianate Juliette in what Machiavelli
called the frozen moment of realization, asked, as he was shocked too
that the peanut gallery was Trumpian enough to dare laugh at our
midnight Augustus, as the senate laughed when she said unto it that
he was a consultation of the vaunted and now forever dead and gone
Roman republic, that he was no king, and the whole oil painting now
free of Catiline as George will so dreams and then can return to his
own Hooterville, back to the correct and unfarsical airing, when
Augustus said he was a Procincil, like the original, not not that
one, Brutus later misnamed. The whole togaed crowd, though in the
only histories that matter, played by ear and oral, like the Clinton
marriage, aporphrical, the whole senate in taters as it was and no
where near what it had been, they all laughed, like the Edith Head
era song, then, boy Caesar knew that no matter how many preparations,
you cant kill everybody and sometime its better to just walk along,
and whistle past the Pantheon. Is that supposed to be a laugh
line...?, she almost endearingly asked this chiseler cretin creepy
smirking infernal satanist as fallen catholic, or whatever he
pretends to be to stay on television, and he was too lost at this,
sure that he was such a good little boy, and I , like Ed and some
blond from Trump 24, and probably Bill Somewhere, oh what a fine
moment of a fallen backwards on petard we Innominatos had at this.
Well, I took speech and drama, lady, for a reason. Somewhere Paddy
Chayefsky laughs. Good night, Captain Video, wheresoever you
arrrrrrrreeeee.....!
And not so hard to have
augured all along, despite the constant boilerplate by even the most
world weary and shrugging of Pittsburgh press wretches who glide
their hagiography of Stellers owners with a smart ass fatigue, like a
local yokel version of the dared to me Jimmy Breslin—where are you,
Robert Dinero...?, Gene Collier, the Pittsburgh Pirates, despite
rethinking a new Koufax was theirs, have dropped ten straight games.
The soot of fate withering meteors hitting the fiddles of Mars is
everywhere. As the Italian that the Newerker never heard of ,much
less demeans out of grandpas DNA muscle memory, my father did warn me
of the savagery of the English marms and the school yards that never
end, said, and is see it now to the dismay of some and the admiration
of others with an attaboy Luther from the mezzanine, there comes a
moment when the temples are, without a moments notice about to fall
in on themselves, the towers of empire became penitentiaries, the
newest city a necropolis, the basilica a merest mausoleum, as with
out the warning of a angelic creek or groan, then sublimely a life in
the theater comes crashing down, and the forever that was a given is
left in rubble, and the new senators find themselves without the
dignitary of the sets of ruins to give it all heft…
03/17/25
a note on the
practically very ides of march, a CNN shock as it is always, who ever
sees it coming, I mean besides me, poll has the democrats at their
lowest nadir ever. To change something that got a like from Jon
Stewart once, the empires change, but indeed its the Senators that stay the
same.
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