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Never point your loaded banana at thievin', perpin' killa! You never know when Darwin's way reverts man to ga-rillah! But worse s'pose that wildebeest you point out with a Glock, should silver bulletless you be and they're Lon Chaney/Brams Stoked-up lot!

Personally, Socrates and His Methods Scare the Dickens Out of Me! Like Sergeant Schultz, I know nothing. Particularly, with all my stuffing. An Encyclopedia ReFrantica, every page I turn returning me man bleak afa, far better thing I do be headed in my canoe away from all that's dreaded...

It's an Icthy, Sticky, Dangerous Game Well, I'd like to say here that I've "played that game," but those diamonds-in-the-rough of S-glass can abrade, when as you're roundin' first and she's screamin' "Just a second," unplanned shortstop throws you out from the next bag that had beckoned. So...

With considerations of the depicted McCrea construct, I believe I am reminded of a talk I attended years past, given by the boat and paddle maker Dave Snyder, wherein he described the overall effect he strived for in his paddle creations was "bland." Michael, I believe you have sawed your way...

Well Michael, don't say I don't love ya, for, as Ray and and the late Tommy would oft remind, "THERE! You've gone and squandered another perfectly good hour..." In this and my case, perusing the Zuckerberg portals of (better off with Zuckerman's famous pig and its arachnid spinning sidekick)...

In search for a self-worth, how will we leave a mark, that speaks of a dim brilliance, that stumbles off in dark? Should we take up paint, seek masonry and stone, pour out some profound, self pride or pick our bones? Or perhaps in final plan, before tomb or earth's encasing, we'll seek out...

Well, perhaps you could take a page (or at least paragraph) out of this fella's lengthy (and for many years, under-appreciated) whale of a book: ''Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on...

I wonder if Mr. Rispoli went out last evening, got his hair perfectly coiffed, then had a big bowl of beef chow mein at Jersey Fook's? And, funny how no mention of rabies being or not being present in this loopy lupus was placed in this CBC online article, although it seems as though the Parks...

"I pole. Therfore I am." Often bespoke by an unstable man. "Because it is there." I oft take that stand. (Though my position will wobble trying to float with my plan.) So I can rise from my rocker, most often uneven keel. And then I roll with the fishes, over stepping on heel. To slide slip...

my haiku attempt in mike mccrea's coarse extent leaves most quite faklempt thus each anagram be it for sir or for mam repo gin pit can

Have you no decency, Senator McCrea?! Have you no shane? Well, we all no that's a, "No. No." There's a spirit in that sail that is poignant, that's protruding. Going postal never fails to deliver cheap shot Doug's now extruding.

"I found 3 copies of Strunk & White on that office shelf." All these years with THREE copies! And still, you read those spines as, Elements of Guile! How are we "banded" in the vicissitudes of shame ever to unburden ourselves of fuschia/tangerine tartan burdened by the...

We're All Food For the (Marine Perhaps?) Worms! Ya know it ain't a food pyramid on which we sit atop. It's more a hog trough where we all mix in the slop. Though you may have concerns of some Satanic Six, I believe the Lord of Cuisine will cook us all in the mix. So on your Power Ball...

Come on Glenn! You can't be Onyx! Dodgin' deadly diners hooked on hydroponics. Go slide that summer sluice, in your SRT, deadly short-orcas cook, takeout of the red Ross Sea. Ya know! I think it's time for McCrea to be thrust into his own Okervill River Bad Movie! One that torments him to no...