Thursday, May 28, 2009

Carve me some girlfriend

Knock On Wood
to make a long story short
so I can get average
but in Italy a big nose is nothing
Pinocchio Poppins!”
the bitch screamed
and it started again

A few weeks later,
The Gipper ran into Pinocchio.
Haven’t you ever seen
a Jeff Dahmer-nose pizza before?
I predict that Marie will have a long and happy Squirll.

Yours is clearly of the long-nosed variety
not knowing the room; but he couldn’t.
His nose had grown.
I bring up Pinocchio
for several reasons.

The Pinocchio Theory:
Steven shrimp (sex Occasion)
If you fake the funk,
your nose will grow
mostly by the mise-en-scene,
with its long shots of Lover

I hate those dancing green eyes a
long nose that was broken:
we all got libidos out here,
and it’s been so long since
I Pinocchio gave a disdainful snort

This may just be a long long recap,
longer than Pinocchio’s nose after
a fib fest
So I tell her, I think my nose is spoken for

Mr. Cranky Rates the Movies
beer; Re: sex scene
Critico; Pinocchio got to be a real boy, in
the end. The Nose hath perverted your
ability to discern good from evil!

Pursued by a Bear
then applied its snout to the long straw
What’s with the nose, Pinocchio?
Melanie asks dare this strident, arrogant
frigid little bitch speak to the recap

Cant:
he is a reckless, unpredictable risk-taking son of a bitch,
and I When I lie I grow
a long, long nose But to be real I
excerpt from “Sympathy for Pinocchio”.

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Sparrows

The Tree Swallows occupying this ne‮ts‬ing box
have been banded together to form
a national organizat‮oi‬n in the goal
of neighborhood revitalization. Nest-Box Cam
provides a “Truman Show” for bird lovers.
You have un‮it‬l the last cobweb
thistle drops its seeds to the bottom
of this glass to cha‮gn‬e your mind.
To lay on his firm believer in
this approach, he scratches the five areas.
Billy is inside the sparrow
carrying a yellow scratch ticket.
A wh‮ti‬e-breasted nuthatch ne‮ts‬s in my
Urethra, and begins to sing.
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