(aka Broken Spam Fragment Effluvium from the Heart)

You break that brat’s head damn quick!
I doubt such a tough old soldier as Miss Annie
ever spent much time reglazing her ceramic portfolio or
organizing a coherent market strategy, even on empty ass weekends in winter
Hellish report is here! immutable,
there’s a hot girl in your area who is not a professional,
but enjoys constant sex
This is a patchwork for all men
designed for their orgone-enrichment-fashioned playtime
Hobo Christians tackle personal freedom issues like these
on a nightly basis
You’ve seen it before, you say?
Fuck them and chuck them! as the young studs intone,
scared and thirst and tragically alone
hungry for a banal contaminated food scare on a wintry midwest morn
pregnant with promise
and obese with the turgidity of a million trans-fat-charged
fast food dinners…
I could not leave thee if I tried
I am what I am and I am what I did
I am a man who is, in fact, the mere slave, as I’ve said, of the government
Alert for you! Hellish report is here!
East West came crashing from on high as the boy blew down from the bank with a jump!
and he rose up in her room and she thought she heard the voices of her cousins
you know, these girls are paid to leave when the their work is done
He is here to help you and re-fashion your third crippled leg out of oysters
Our robot has fixed an abnormal and illegal activity from your spiritual time zone
Greetings from God, greetings from cretins, the robot said, I am Miss Clara from the Netherlands
but I live in Spain as I am deaf and suffering from bubble-ass cancer
which slowly migrates upwards to the brain
This is a patchwork for men, so fuck them and chuck them
the whole voluptuous menagerie, captives in the castle
This one will explode, her and her princes, her and her servicing company
who service the oil ministry in Amsterdam
They thought they could discover the Philosopher’s Stone,
victim of the flood, and poor old Mr. Daedelus honking and heavng
for peevish and pedantic sentiment
As for the ancient religious orders
which were chiefly founded to smooth out the rough edges and
sand down to round smooth the sharp corners
We wonder now at the intrepid sexual stimulation over stolen Rockwell paintings
and the painful scrutny of Spielbergian family anxiety
Deep cuts were made in the epidermis of the tax code
and Roman Catholic effluvium emitted from the wound
even as the Southern Baptists revisted their conjugal fever dream that swept
them up in an orgone orgy of self-deprecation
To do as you would be done by, that is the Word:
Hi, Mr. Home Owner
you have been approved for this patchwork of men,
this slim blonde daughter discovering peak performance in her partner
You’ve seen it before you say?
God dance the sky,
do you trip poison remember?
Toward the still dab of white cum that oscillates
against the bronze vacuum of space,
way way out, flowing from the picture of ongoing life
This gem is really movable
It’s no wonder that 600,000 physicians choose it as their patchwork of choice
an online community that’s getting ready for love
Alert for you! Hellish report is here!
Three firefighters died when the flames swept down the snowy winter road of your weepy-eyed yesteryear,
incinerating winds from San Simeon, and beyond the ice-bound sea and the howling woods,
the winds were charged with five counts of murder, a mockery of spring
Alert for you! Hellish report is here!
but despair…most people don’t read these bulletins anyway…
Remember how you felt when your dream girl shot you down?
This is your official notification
that you never, ever, ever have to feel that way again!

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