Thursday, December 28, 2006

Estate Tax indorsement. Bill Gates / Chuck Collins

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At 8:51 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ben,

Am I missing something, or didn't we already decide that your millions were to willed to me through a Swiss bank account, as we discussed?

 
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At 12:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am just really fuckin bummed (still) about the Saints. That team being in the Super Bowl would have been so inspiring and exciting.

 
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At 6:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you know that Evan Steuer passed away in 2004?

 
At 6:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The reason some writers are worshipped for having something new to say is first and primarily because they are sexy. Their thoughts are the "boring rules" aspect of the game.

I am suddenly reminded of T.S. Eliot when just now someone said TLC has a show called Face Tumor. Wouldn't he then do the Shakespearean rag?

And in this horror, wasteland beggars fondling placentas like the grail, beautiful fools taking Alexander's hand while Christ builds a bridge to Cyprus, behold their feet in watery dreams, in smoke rising o'er fogs of crippling tremelo,
I hang Sartrean in noose absurdity body of Christ pestilence 12-pack atomic hatred

Pure fuel, destruction
Wriggling, childish giddyness!!!!

Captain Crunch.

Fuck you to death motherfucker die

 
At 6:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

John Shannon rules the Earth

 
At 6:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

We have a fascination with fangs. They remind us of breast feeding.
And Father's fangs.
Grandfather's fangs sinking into a cousin.
The baboon.
The angry friend who swallowed a kickball and how you had to open his ass cheeks to pierce the red, textured rubber
With your fangs
So he could breathe
Through his fangs

 
At 6:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm watching Hotel Babylon
And so far
It reminds me of the Love Boat
With English accents
and better hidden despair
Which is more depressing than having to tongue Dante's ballsack while Satan scrutinizes my technique.

 
At 6:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ben rims gerbils

 
At 6:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

with his spiny tongue

 
At 6:32 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tomorrow I shall take a baseball bat to the nearest crippled toddler, yes!

 
At 6:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am irregular and bloated but a friend of mine introduced me to Activia. Tomorrow I will poison his those dearest to him.

 
At 6:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The extremes to which we find ourselves slave, an infant's coo, a Concentration Camp, O sweet sacred dousche of the night.

 
At 7:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Seriously, last night, I saw a ghost. I don't know who to tell about this experience. Everyone's gonna tink I'm crazy, mon. But fuck! He leaned over me while I was asleep. I awoke with a st/fart. S/he was all black, hadn't worked in months.

I wanna know ... have you ever s-h-i-t the bed.

I woke up ... I knew something was off. Why? Because the stillness, the usual stillness was a reluctant alien tone enshrouded in an infant's funerary diaper. (Do dead babies where diapers in open caskets? Or do they go commando? Who makes those rules? Do you give them rattles. Do you laugh?)

The ghost was a toddler, angry and morose. Bald and colicky, barefoot and gross.

Meet the o-l-d baby of the devil Christ, androgynous
and constantly
shitting. O baby
Baby O
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At 7:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

O Baby, Baby O, O Baby, Baby O, O Baby, Baby O, O Baby, Baby O

 
At 7:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

O Baby
B-a-b-y O

 
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