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I once knew a man from Pompeii, Who couldn't admit he was gay, He banged lots of ladies, in back his Mercedes, But he had a French tickler bidet. I once knew a girl from Sapporo, Who was preoccupied with her sorrow, She had small dainty feet, and a pre-moistened seat, And a pencil thin moustache, like Zorro. I knew an old maid from Calcutta, Who was toothless and spoke with a stutter, But all the young men would make her a friend When she blew them while gumming yak butter (Just imagine it-- ...

As we emerge into the new year, we realize that in fact big brother is watching us. Not so totally like the Orwellian adaptation, but more subtle. Nova Roma, sounds nice, and it is nice. Unless you're a Christian, of course. Puritancal self hatdred is not the answer to the riddle of life's elixir. The kingdom of heaven is in the eyes of man, and so shall it be.....Why not? I like to observe the lustre and radiance of a sunny day when I can. Do we want another dark age? Some do. They are curre...

(when we last heard from our hero, one Mr. Carper Pollux, he was adorned in one bathrobe, generic old man's slipper, and suffering a very sticky inner thigh situation, due to some impromptu bowel extroversion during a recent and habitual black out session, courtesy of Glenlivet single malt {the guy's a Sagittarius, he's got good tastes, even if and when he slums it}Scotch whiskey, and Percocet 10s, the silver knight of opiates. Ah, messy, messy Carp...time to clean your shorts like a big boy ...

It all takes place over and over again, and the reptilian minded/hearted want to make sure that they win. Of course, they won't . But they'll kick and scream about it every waking second until the next bit hit comes. I should've said 'Big hit' But it's not like that, jack It's a very long series of battles, costing us an only irritable loss in human resource and other. It will make the planet stupid , ugly, and weak with a false sense of security, a net of absollute delusion. It's sad, we hav...

I heard of a chap from Zaire, Whom the locals had casually dubbed 'queer' With a lathe in the ass He'd Yell "Give it the GAS!!" Without ever shedding a tear I tried, at least I did that...