ex used to be a flight attendant. i wrote and signed a break up letter on her arm cast...it was lengthy - but in essence - it said, "i can't be with no broke bitch."

i scoot up to the scene riding a menstrual cycle, and bumping ragtime tones from un-tampered speakerwear

i squeezed up in a lemon-yellow drop and the hood asked me, "whose money is this?" i tipped my shades to perform a pupil-to-pupil , and coolly stated, "it sours..." then i peeled off

never had a game boy - just here to pay my respects.

probably....might just move that then, right? i mean like - relocate it?

you might see me pull up on your block in a victorian ass cheek on 100 spoke daytons, with a steady piss stream arching through the open driver-side window.

pulled the cash out and said: "eat my shit." - then casually walked off of the playground...

ahem...stupid.

damn good idea...those boys at SRI are grinding

that episode last night was BOMBY! when he murked that whole set off for some chickens?! that was my SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

put the pisser in a box.

wooo! popped a Midol i'm sweatin'

keeping a business afloat, and winning oscars are two entirely different things. that's like giving all Jobs' credit to his financial investors.

steve jobs getting a lot of the cred here...

...plane looks gay, Putin.

i thought i had seen it all, but last weekend - during a leisurely trip abroad - i witnessed a Thai fisherman literally slapped to death by three men. i am not sure that it was all about - but it took all night long.

WITNESS! and struggle with reality as my balls join together as one before your very eyes...

"This is Bullshit!!" - Spike Lee's Gentrified Genitals

we are going the wrong direction, Science - we want 3d printed food!

an interesting theory, but i believe that the phenomena you speak of is born of an "old wives' tale" type of logic, and a placebo effect on the recipient's part.