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[Bernalillo, NM Board of Tourism
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JD Nelson
last night:
out for a smoke,
I was stopped by police
outside of my hotel.
I gave the young cop
my I.D. & told him
what room I was in --
he asked if I'd seen anyone.
I hadn't.
He said someone
was exposing themselves
in hotel windows.
another cop pulled up --
they called in my description
then they let me go
-- later:
I was out in front
of the hotel
having another smoke
when a doberman
approached me.
he was sniffing
along the ground
when he sensed me.
I was ready
to kick him
in the balls.
he just looked at me
before crossing the street,
still sniffing.
"Jesus Christ!"
I thought to myself.
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[WARNING] Glenn W. Cooper
She asked if I'd
finished the poem
that had kept me
out of her bed
for three nights
running. "Listen," I
said, remembering
something I’d read,
"poems are never
finished, only
abandoned, like
empty beer
bottles, run-down
cars and over-
used women."
She went back
to her Cosmo-
politan and fell
silent after that.
[TIGHTROPE
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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
He tells me:
Everybody wants things easy.
I just want to die.
He tells me:
I feel like walking a tightrope
from the moon to the sea.
He tells me:
I hope the sea is deep
and shark infested.
I listen:
I take notes when he leaves the room.
I don't want to upset him.
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Justin Barrett's Remark Magazine
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I was in the mood and the scotch flowed nicely...you get 2 Issues in June. More bang for your buck. If you like this rag, find a donation button on my site and fire a few bucks to the needy...ME...or fire a few bucks to one of the authors here.
All the feedback is appreciated. Good to know this stuff is being read. I thank the authors for making this thing worth doing.
I need some feedback on the software part of this site. Are you people checking this stuff out or am I jacking-off into the abyss...the abyss is a hottie by the way, tonite she looks like Bridgett Bardot (the young non-mouthy version). Anyway, it's 103 outside. I need a volunteer for a beer run. -RC
[Junk Mail] Dan Provost
My e-mails are at least consistent,
Telling me my penis is too small, or my liquor problem is curable.
I guess my life is a mess, all these organizations trying to help my short
and long-term problems.
Literary and figuratively.
My sex life is shot according to "Jack's Enlarge Your Pecker" company.
I think I'll keep my booze dilemma though.
[the standard of proof
] justin barrett
standing in line
in front of us
at Home Depot the other day
was this guy who
was covered in faded, blue
prison tattoos.
running downwards from
his shoulder to
his elbow
on his left triceps
was the word
WHITE
in stylized, Olde English
script.
running down his
right triceps was
the word
POWR
in the same script.
he was dirty and
smelled of
B.O. and stale beer,
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and had with him five
equally dirty
children, of which
no two looked
related.
he was clearly the
standard of proof of the
white race’s superiority
over all the other
races in the
world.
one doesn’t need
to be fluent
in Olde English
or an illiterate bigot
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[Rome
] Joe Wilson
"What the fuck is your problem?" Bellows the big hairy fucking monster, a.k.a 'My Boss'.
"Don't mix prozac with Jim Beam, then stroll into Anger Management with an erection," I say.
No, I'm kidding. I didn't say that.
"Nothing sir." Tucking my dick in between my legs. 9-5 whore.
"Pull your head out of your ass Wilson, and get some work done!" He walks away kind of like a Roman General.
Rome fell. The jesters kept laughing their asses off and juggling. Fuck Rome.
What the fuck is my problem? Many people ask me this and I ask my self this as well.
Dunno. Don't feel like searching for another metaphor to back up that last sentence. Fuck it. Fuck it.
Just got off work, sweatin, yup....stinkin a bit, kind of sticky. Got infinite hours to kill. or perhaps just 24. 48. 358. 2. 1. 3 seconds, shit I'm dead, my soul is still typing away at this fucking computer.
"The new dishwasher is so cute!" Says a waitress. "How old is he...like 12 or something?"
"Dunno, tell you though, you should fulfill every fantasy that young man has pulsing through his little mind, take him back to the walk in, spit on your hand and jerk him off."
Yea. I said it. Not to proud of it. Not feelin guilty either. Pretty fucking funny. And honest.
She slaps my shoulder. "Your such a fucking pervert!" She laughs.
"Shit, be the best job this little fucker ever had. Give you a dollar."
"Wilson, less talk more work." Yells the big fucking rhino penis.
"Sorry sir, right away sir, sir yes sir, ay ay captain clitoris."
Nah, I didn't say that. Tucking my dick in between my legs again. I need this job ya know. Keep my mouth shut, and the restaurant industry's cock in my ass, and no problems right?
Just smile and nod, and at least pretend you know what the hell I am talking about. Or pretend that you believe I know what I am talking about.
Just your typical quiet shy type who vents. BLAHBHKANKANFUCK! scuse me. (Giggles)
Should go back to school. Get my diploma. Get a desk job, a wife, a dog, a yard and a car. Have a boss that says:
"WIlson! You dumb fuck! My cappuccino is to foamy!"
"That's cuz I stirred it with my dick, after I rammed your daughter up the ass you yuppie scum prick doosh bag."
Nah, I wouldn't say that. I'd tuck my dick in between my legs in my Calvin Klein Jeans. Smile pretty slave.
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