THIS Literature For Pleasure 1st Issue July 1 1989

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FOUNTAINS OF THE LOVE THANG CALL UP THE ANSWERING MACHINE OF
LIFE'S BIG QUESTIONS TO PARLAY THE THEME OF TODAY'S BIG THINK OF
WISDOM

took a look drop my book JENNY

WHO NEEDS TO PLAN WITH ALL THEIR LIFE IN FRONT OF THEM EASY TO
SAY NOT TO WORRY WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR LIFE ON THE PLATE THE PLATE
THAT IT DID SPUN AROUND ON IT'S SIDE BEFORE THE WAITRESS CAME
BY WITH THE DOUBLE SLIME SAUCE OF FRENCH FRIES FROM FRANCE.

THE MUSIC THAT PERSUADED THE MINISTER TO FROCK THE PASTE PASTA
POSTER WAS REJOICING QUITE ALOUD OUTSIDE THE PALACE OF THE
SCREAM QUEEN. SOMEBODY SHOVED A GUN ION IN AN ION GUN NO ?
IN HER WALLET MADE THE ROOM TURN BLUE GOT AWAY IN THE END WITH
HER FRIEND THE ONE WITH THE DAISY BY THE REASON OF PLATO.

PLATO WAS NOT THE WAITRESS
BUT NOR THE WAITER BUT
MORE OR LESS THE COOK OF
THE BOOK TODAY IT TOOK
IT'S PLACE. WHEN HE WENT
TO HIS LEAST FAVORITE
SHOEBOX INSIDE THE RECORD
SLEEVE HE FOUND THE RAZOR
BLADE THAT HAD BEEN USED
TO GIVE THE PRESENT OF
GREAT IMPORTANCE TO ALL
AND NONE WHO WOOD NOT
LISTEN GIVE BIRTH TO THE
REPUBLICS HORSE OF DOOM OF
WHICH HE CUT THE UMBILICAL
CORD GOING TO HIS GUITAR.
WHY DON'T YOU GROW UP AND
LIVE IN YOUR FANTASY WORM
he shouted forgetting to
truncicate the quotation
marks of choice to use
in their incompleteness
FOLLOWS ME AROUND LIKE A
DOG A DAWG ON A LEESH
LOOKIN FOR HIS MASTER
DISASTER BLASTER. thus he
dumped the last drop of
shampoo on his head and
declared before he died
the death of a thousand
dancers the foundations
will crumble and everyone
must kill that from which
they came from which means

BURY YOUR PARENTS.

THE LAST OF THE GREAT BAT
MOBILES RACED AROUND ONCE
INSIDE THE GREAT BAT
CAVE HE TURNED TO HIMSELF
AND SAID " THIS IS NOT MY
BEAUTIFUL HOUSE...THIS IS
NOT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE
THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL
CAR .... FROM THIS POINT
ON THE WORD BEAUTIFUL
WILL BE REPRESENTED BY
THE LETTER B BECAUSE I'M
TIRED OF TYPING THE WORD
BEAUTIFUL)...THIS IS NOT
MY B DOG ...this is not my
b itch ....this is not my
b mirror ...this is not my
b hold it now holy
.......i just figured it
out it's a daisy age y'all
pushin' up daisies
everyones dying doin the
wrong thing doing the
right thing THE FAT
MAID CAME IN MY ROOM
RIPPED THE CORDS OFF OF
MY ELBOWS CALLIN ME ALL
SORTS OF NAMES TELLIN ME I
DIDN'T NEED NO MAID I
NEEDED A BRAIN OPERATION
SO I FIRED HER

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