THIS Literature For Pleasure 1st Issue July 1 1989

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FOUNTAINS OF THE LOVE THANG CALL UP THE ANSWERING MACHINE OF
LIFE'S BIG QUESTIONS TO PARLAY THE THEME OF TODAY'S BIG THINK OF
WISDOM

took a look drop my book JENNY

WHO NEEDS TO PLAN WITH ALL THEIR LIFE IN FRONT OF THEM EASY TO
SAY NOT TO WORRY WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR LIFE ON THE PLATE THE PLATE
THAT IT DID SPUN AROUND ON IT'S SIDE BEFORE THE WAITRESS CAME
BY WITH THE DOUBLE SLIME SAUCE OF FRENCH FRIES FROM FRANCE.

THE MUSIC THAT PERSUADED THE MINISTER TO FROCK THE PASTE PASTA
POSTER WAS REJOICING QUITE ALOUD OUTSIDE THE PALACE OF THE
SCREAM QUEEN. SOMEBODY SHOVED A GUN ION IN AN ION GUN NO ?
IN HER WALLET MADE THE ROOM TURN BLUE GOT AWAY IN THE END WITH
HER FRIEND THE ONE WITH THE DAISY BY THE REASON OF PLATO.

PLATO WAS NOT THE WAITRESS BUT NOR THE WAITER BUT MORE OR LESS THE COOK OF THE BOOK TODAY IT TOOK IT'S PLACE. WHEN HE WENT TO HIS LEAST FAVORITE SHOEBOX INSIDE THE RECORD SLEEVE HE FOUND THE RAZOR BLADE THAT HAD BEEN USED TO GIVE THE PRESENT OF GREAT IMPORTANCE TO ALL AND NONE WHO WOOD NOT LISTEN GIVE BIRTH TO THE REPUBLICS HORSE OF DOOM OF WHICH HE CUT THE UMBILICAL CORD GOING TO HIS GUITAR. WHY DON'T YOU GROW UP AND LIVE IN YOUR FANTASY WORM he shouted forgetting to truncicate the quotation marks of choice to use in their incompleteness FOLLOWS ME AROUND LIKE A DOG A DAWG ON A LEESH LOOKIN FOR HIS MASTER DISASTER BLASTER. thus he dumped the last drop of shampoo on his head and declared before he died the death of a thousand dancers the foundations will crumble and everyone must kill that from which they came from which means

BURY YOUR PARENTS. THE LAST OF THE GREAT BAT MOBILES RACED AROUND ONCE INSIDE THE GREAT BAT CAVE HE TURNED TO HIMSELF AND SAID " THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE...THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL CAR .... FROM THIS POINT ON THE WORD BEAUTIFUL WILL BE REPRESENTED BY THE LETTER B BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF TYPING THE WORD BEAUTIFUL)...THIS IS NOT MY B DOG ...this is not my b itch ....this is not my b mirror ...this is not my b hold it now holy .......i just figured it out it's a daisy age y'all pushin' up daisies everyones dying doin the wrong thing doing the right thing THE FAT MAID CAME IN MY ROOM RIPPED THE CORDS OFF OF MY ELBOWS CALLIN ME ALL SORTS OF NAMES TELLIN ME I DIDN'T NEED NO MAID I NEEDED A BRAIN OPERATION SO I FIRED HER NEXT CAME MONDAY AND THE

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