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patinate is to acquire or become covered in a patina. the penny patinas. i aspire to margretinate. to marinate in her sauces. our relationship shall mature thru the rigors of prostitution. the Master / Slave paradox. whose turn to clean the terlit? New Age recipes calling for prosciutto: John Madden's 3-star bologna sandwich turkeydog in a bog handholding-on-a-stick the P-Diddy bobby socks brigade (mostly overpaid). mister P-Diddy what do you do when your brigade steps in deep doodoo wearing socks sir? yeah i sound stiff. i often flex at the elbows while moving thru traffic. i move fluid. famous names ending with "-robust": Chef D. Juan Nutt-Robust Dame Ella Hawkins-Robust-Swinney Fred Dowell Chrobusta MC (Howard Carter) Robustov Prince Paul calling for President Public Dillweed Display on line tree. robust gumption and a tossed carraway seed salad topped with a vinaigrette and the label from a t-shirt. my only regret is having the garlic vinaigrette. I couldnt kiss her. the moment floated away like love was a carney game. a classmate, elizabeth (name withheld to prevent a vendetta) of Brookline, cannot eat her coniglio in peperonata either cannot eat her coniglio in peperonata either cannot would not could not of Brookline and no wonder. She couldnt eat turkey until she was twenty. she has also never dumped a sink trap into the trash nor set foot out of the house without first checking her hair. check your rear view. check your hair. now, slowly, back over the family dog. she passed me a note under the desk. "the crust recipe from hell!" the recipe for crust from hell, i muttered. is shifted in my chair. a splitting headache. and the thing about don cornelius, who had died from overdose of helium. or was that cornelius swarthout? no, he invented the waffle, she said showing me the spot on her shoulder hwere her brastrap had cut into her skin, severing her arm which now dangled lifelessly over a stack of textbooks. "Can I borrow that?" I asked, pointing to a rabbit-eared copy of a the original Sony Trinitron 15". "Solid state, eh?" I laughed. "It's Chinese," she answered, "like my husband." Bill Cornelius was a bushranger. so was John Mathers and also Bob Greenhill. "Don't meet a lot of women-folk out 'ere," said Bill to John and Bob. they all just chuckled and kept on bushranging. dressed in a blue volkswagen, jolly monte pringle arrived each evening (this was nightschool) a smile on his pate (a temporary tatoo put there by his daughter) and arms laden with ogglefish, the freshest orange vegetables, and various purple meats. karen carpenter was his favorite student. she always sat right at the foot of his battered desk. when she stood to demonstrate the method for folding egg whites into fitted sheets, I could see down her chimney. there was a nest down there. it contained eggs. gain weight and lose money @ home or continue this charade |
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