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Another / J-Te®m ,another / F®ankenstein

2019-01-10                   Another / J-Te®m ,another / F®ankenstein           ‘There is something at wo®k in my soul’ Mary Shelley writes it better in her own me-moi®s in this movie of the same name, ‘which I do not / understand’, something at work in my soul (hooker please -id.) that I do not / understand is all / we gots.           Never / did.           Behold / the (s) / (b) / (f) / logger, innit It.   He riseth up early-ish in the morning – after a ®are good night’s / sleep – of a Thi®stday morning, and they never get any more, or any less / thi®sty.   Mighty are his preparations, a ®are good night’s / sleep is all / we gots.           ‘If you like to read’ Mary Shelley’s father says it bette...

2019-01-04 Tende® / me®cies

2019-01-04                   Tende® / me®cies             ‘One of God’s’ your man ©in the humble(d) narrator of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moi®s and tende® /me®cies said it better apropos the ©introduction (hooker please -id.) of pla©ebee®s of all kinds and nationalities to the shelves of supermarkets and Bee® Sto®es of No®th Ame®i©a – and hopefully of Eu®ope as well as all of the other ©intinents (that’s enough -id, it’s ‘continents’) up on God’s g®een ea®th, innit God – ‘tende® / me®cies’, tende® / me®cies is all / we gots.             Good times, it’s Day Twelve of this year’s ©h®istmas stay©ation, and a TGIFF®iday to boot, innit G, ©in’s line about tender mercies – aping the Honky Tonk film of the same name starring your man Robert Duvall, good movie, a kissing ©ousin he...