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stop me if youve heard this...
reader... hey, you out there?

( highlights: (if you must dentist ...)
float like a butterfly, sting like a high school
teacher watching sex miss the point
and parental hushed pushes of titties in the
windows to his sole via policed wobbly bits.
make jails, if any, be the enforcers of time limits
propped up by google play services air force
mousers warranty conditions providing operable
discovery to inkjet printers per advertised glossy
photo quality press stock for contracted life span -
either the epson inks page legibly honored
for span of warranty guaranteed purchaser
at any licensed retailer, or the warranty
be void, though more experimentally a claim
to contract clause oklahoman could free the
press to inks everlasting, discounting reams.
the jails could thereby copy out every spammed
missive, whether usa today classified, .ical
.rss, (ask LSCOLORS and/or XOPEN) standard
format syndicator public notice means possible
constitutionally guaranteed to each there denied
counsel - like best interests could be bought.

i figure the press frees the pressed or the executive branch private industry jails buy the ink they copy to pages rendering post. if the confusion of delineations post office from internet look to check balances: fcc officiates that because the port 80 http protocol is represented "in majority" by screens via "web browsers" same "internet" - as other administrations ordered executively basic
to human nature - cannot qualify as "communication" but as "wtf"? if jails have to print the emails brought to captives. and iana could drop a domain guarantor if named imprisoned could thus not access his/her red phone.

so the jailors really pay for the security and "mental health" of their commercially constrained to "limited liability" by ministry sold "fictitious" names or the private industry of war on hostelry goes the way of the chicago fire.

do you think i might get a rat infested beauracracy named after me, like "fc, what was that first command again?" right. food stamps. dup() ! let cd

we could spiral that into a little nemo sized nautilus gladius impossibilty of jet stream proportions, but everyone knows its windy.

just eat your wheaties. is everywere?!?

so it follows that immovable or not, one or the other
contends not and resolute tincture derives of simple
joins. the jails run out of ink to more regard their
admissions, and/or the bars fold out a great many
cocounsels blue in the face with the legally standing
everlasting validity (not ex post facto) of any bar
member mistaking free press for squid ink and privatised dirty underwears of "arbitration" publicly interesting enough to deep throat any attempt to keep wrapped.

allow me to plaguirize me@

s///2w here/now
#^officially the oh snap best shit of earth;l

for we hold these truths to be self-evident:

1. a printer prints.
a. press is free, per warranty
b. inks or dyes or coal laser etched powders,
as befits the printer warrantied, do not run dry.
(ask a tattoo artist... theyll happily scribe again
the ink that dont stand up)
2. either the printer warrantied prints visibly,
in keeping with promises of dots per inch
and resolute bottomless t-shirt cannon
worthy contrasts, or...
a. the warrantor refills the well.
3. for no money down and at pennies on the dollar
we can riskily guarantee this at no hazard to
ourselves, nor our personal effects, properties,
residuals and aught else, because ...
a. soldiers water-buffaloed, as i understand, fined
fees exorbitant and caustic to their "unlawfully"
(quotes general) searched and seized persons
are not noticed.
b. legal notice comes by post; impress.
(look. the google plus dons the classified
LEGAL NOTICE back paged warrant
reports for LOST AND FOUND probate
and intellectual property private eye
sneak aways without a trick or treat;
should not same modes qualify
respondent motions?
the accused warrants no arrest
failing due process of law, signed,
witnessed message (not rex post facto)
nor according secret "arbiters" sans
public redress to precedentally bearing
soap boxes)
so, if the daily times, local press, us postal service,
periodontist bulk mailers return addressed to
extrastatutory locales, and a little bird might
lay down a presidential fire side chat all to
legal effect, then those withheld by jailers
commercial for months and more cruising cots
not privy to any aforementioned means are thus

constitutionally deprived, and not certainly by their
own depravity... except that i havent heard this, not
character limited and buttressed to fears perhaps
not unallied, but fully independent to specials bibled,
furtive vertical bars and ...

anyway, supremely guaranteed orders of magnitude, hardly restrictive in any sense,
forfend defenseless from titles defendant.

to the prisoners kept waiting for word, give them
obama phones. legacies ridiculous, yeah? if they be
offered counsel as an advertised permissive public
grant, and the same does not award these access to any notice might come their way otherwise
"admissable" to offend them.

the jailed get papers, tv, and no mail.
some of these. i received almost none of the
former, blearily myopic intermittent occasion
to the tlc and fx conairs raising arizona sweet d.
the mail carriers attend overtime wages of sinfully
locally constrained accounting thereof. federal employees take overtime federally assigned...
pay from washington matches virginian... but mcdonalds and make a wish foundations? do the contracts secret serviced and h&r blocked tax havens extend to any more locally zoned?

are there suit avenues for righteous, just, teed-off
fuck em all but vi and emacs freedom soled stompers?

in jail? while my electricity bills psycho logiced undelivered from fucking indiana the overdue cutoffs an expired "fictitious" name on its face representing privacy invasion for family home inspections guerrilla contraindicated not even lit at night because freeways of highway power fed atlantic city and casinos indian separatist keep the candle powers at high beam 100 days a week, if you ask a ps...?

is that impressively depressing? where the fuck is 20<<2?

lucille ball toed sour grapes like a showman. acquinas argued a clueless god beside towering effigies of graven imagery, or seasonally, a roll in the virgin manger hay, and pinko commies want to sneak away with your happy freedom rights of preferentially sexed segregations.

man up, bitches. the dogs shivering the cold... guarding the homes burning down in a whispered about arsonist serial attack among those within lit at night by diehard batteries stacked at gasoline generators rope fed outback to pullchains not carbuoreted... fearfully vigilant... the blushing brides nightside wide-eyed for their zombie apocalypse groomed husband tolling 1001 arabian nights like sony could dr dre your ear drums out at any second...

on maple street, bartlesville, oklahoma. half a year after i, hounded by psychotics litigious, liberally restrictive, and bravely parading a child beyond specious borders "mom" unspecifically ruined a damned good "dad," too, in less than forty eight hours notice by new illegal kidnapper attorney over voicemails maybe answered unexpectedly by respondent caring just what in the fuck any stranger had to say about the missing of three pieces always the least difficult in a "coparenting" triangle hell bent on "uncooperation" toward, by my say, fully indebted by difficulty degrees well rested heads of nasty nights terror stricken with wonder at the fear of boogers over bougeouis when men in tight places trundle bed other sick and dead conspiracies while i said: "hey. im michael holmes hodgin, youve got the wrong name on that psycho excuse for a discovery, and i want to know just what the fuck you think a gun or out of date legal wrangling has anything to do with my response" to the tune of 5 pages bulleted, delivered in notice and apparition, and slept not a whit in less time than my ex partee judicial appointee cared to whiteout.

i dont like those records. i earned them. and the fire came, too. but, if a bj has anything to say about it, i didnt start it.

at safety standdown we applauded when the ear candle naysayer was five minutes under his allotted forty-five of captive studio military sand baggers.

maybe im from the gaza strip, if a lizard would get all naked for me. maybe black white indiasiatic syncreticity isnt all that specially casted after all.

think about it like this:
as god, you say, boy. get over here. take one for the team. ive repented like a hundred times about this. first i threw em in the pool because i thought a little drunk favorite could have waved his meat about a bit less...
then i sent them packing big rocks of little ones to make damned sure those pharoahs stayed down.
then i showed them the hole in the bottom of the see what i mean? heresy, that.
then i salted their fields on the way out... little buggers licked the dirt... most.
then i then i then i

boy, go tell them to quit hurting for money/law/fuck it.

six:two hundred years later.

hey, jacob again? oh. mohammed. yeah, ive got an angle on you. tell everybody jesus was right, but so are you. meanwhile, if youve gotta fight and have your virgin olive oils all season or whatever, preemptively condition that you regard conscientious objects. orphans, widows, ascete and obscure make precious. these have to pick up your slack, stupid, if your fights find you convicted. you could just mosey on out of here... but see where that got him?

thanks gibreel. wanna rassle?

yeah, for old times sake. in tarjarbinks or something.

float like a butterfly sting like it could kill you.

the problem there isnt the skirt on the shithouse sign... its that maddox is better than your kids diapers in the street - artistic expression, right? - and that i was confused more about why a computing process would shift its gonads than why a frog might. (its worth it... find out what i mean... get the better of me. just "household misspelled number" it) im fucking everywhere. ive been doing this for -~35 years of holistic intervention with idiots abroad all tucking into the shit sandwiches of compromisory expa

network again? i tried the windows... just kept selling me bitches... mans best friend.

fn() HOME=$* return 0$#

HOME= command eval \
fn fuck me||
!<~ fn fx *
then ! set +$- kill --

^^^^^^^^^^^help me

delivered dubious.

some postman is reading all our love letters. some postman is gonna cry, sang the presidents of the united states of america. ii
POTUSAii was the second album of a ten years reunited troupe that sang of peaches from a factory in a can and twenties between the sheets and love everybody with cheap wine, spray on hair and cardboard alley sallies. zero friction...

off in three...
awaiting arraignment (what does that mean?)

and that is institutionally reserved power to people.

and press.

which recalls prior momentum...

^i wrote it up, not down, but some remnants miss little...

per paralegals, supralegals, supremely
legals, and all those others fines upstanding.
(or by appearance, but tell that to the dire
magistrate and the clerks calculator by
the purell, and just you try to do so from
within solitary confinement forgiving the
expired dolly madison cookies their dates
in pencil sharpened by enamel slicked brick
rubs; either way, the communication
sharpens like a grenade)
c. anybody

credits: destiny, serenity, jewel, attys mise cochran

check your tw2002 doors for royalties.

i just started drawing. mommy, why does my back hurt? spinal meningitis?

actually: pain, misery, curiosity, talent, ability

so fuck you.
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when she said
move to virginia with me
after wiping her wee on my tee
see? theres a gash made of periodicity
and oui, dear crazy, if ever i see you again
ill bring virginia to thee.

i was futoned
four of the am
anno minuto?
anagodzilla, maybe
yeasted or spider bit
eschatological wimpy
so the veterinarian didnt meet me

just so, i yet wonder
about the prison borne
miss unsealed didnt know
infant carcass run down by the wheelchair
emts rushed out as she still birthed on the exit ramp

just sew? she told me she sat solitary for husbandry
unctuous cruel and unusual uses for her fetal fester
sick and due, she screamed for crying hue
tend me, screws, im fucking hurting while you
illuse yourselves with excuses
co, are you just doing your job shoddy?
et tu, for the wife and family, brutally murdered

her child. in solitary confinement. for hubbys bad checks.

just so, prison industry?

in jail
a man monikered hd
awaits a hearing
here, promises promises

a truck heirloom grandfathered rusts
while he hacky sacks
to naked and alone
prefab prayers
forgive us our debt|| what?
absentee ballot?
innocent until 80 proof?
a penny saved is an hd slaved?

fuck no.
what is his address,
no taxation without representation?
tell that to his broom.
he sweeps the rec room of fpod
all the unemployment statistical error
exit polls but stay... shit on my sleeve
jackson brown says so.
so learn to jackoff on camera.
pro se.

thats a soldier, supporters.

like i would

if i did praise you
would i mean the world?
a screaming eagle topsy turvy
dervish of wash my car
bikini bobbins all entrees?

no. if i did i would say #maybe no no dbp2
i got your back
no heinous smacks
but a toe in the dirt
a foot to the floor
because, heart, you float my boat.

you could kink that up
skink in a japanese lepronaut
albatross all the lesbos not manned islets.
but if a button pops
stay beautiful for me
and i could shout down the mountain tops
to whisper softly
bad kitty.

all rights reserved to whom this may concern
and dont bust my mutton chops
or ...
no talking.

happy thanksgiving

hey time...


when did you get so funny?



thats enough tea. youre spilling.

so sue me.

in due time.

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like i would

if i did praise you
would i mean the world?
a screaming eagle topsy turvy
dervish of wash my car
bikini bobbins all entrees?

no. if i did i would say #maybe no no dbp2
i got your back
no heinous smacks
but a toe in the dirt
a foot to the floor
because, heart, you float my boat.

you could kink that up
skink in a japanese lepronaut
albatross all the lesbos not manned islets.
but if a button pops
stay beautiful for me
and i could shout down the mountain tops
to whisper softly
bad kitty.

all rights reserved to whom this may concern
and dont bust my mutton chops
or ...
no talking.

happy thanksgiving
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you know what sucks about the sciences?
no touching!

faraday or boehr or whatever cagey fucker
sat around the house one day wondering
about all those rock biters and speed snails
got it going ON
and realized the nothing is everything et al.

the motive of repulsion got me reel taut
i thought did that tv personality just remake
leaving las vegas or did neil degrasse tyson
just chicken out of a full on televised admission
to the carpet crawl of am i the shit or too petty
to wonder who controls the substantial
andre the giant worked for peanuts.

the atomic model weighs periodicity.
now you see the mole
now you dom perignon
in 8?
why !!!?

400 years fucking sucks about the sciences.

at scale, one skin is as good as another.
rainmeter updn pervertion
ti 8088
lets require ultraviolet highbeams to
allow our graphics calculators a little writ
thanks, brooke. youre the tits.

kellogs put foreskins of children so fucking
tired of food stamps and dust bowls
that they pulled their retarded puddings
right out of the flatbread.
at band camp.
theyre grrrrrrrrrreat.
so sweet, too.

that was how the generals milled their punky brewsters.

now ten inch living words find novelty in handels underaged and spunky because spinal tap goes to eleven and better than ezra is chili.


anyway, some guy thought about scale model solidarity and the solar system emptied his sandy toehold.

he kissed the ground, blessed its support, gave his dick to commons.

but that was h.
200 annums, maybe.
and what did he get?
a faraday cage.

the periodic table describes phase.
weight assigned coincidence.

a fourties era encyclopedia m
showed me two-dimensional
diagrammatta molecular...
over a cold beer, if you can believe it yet sweated.

these tiny maps look like gift wraps...

h o h

the years removed from that jargon and the interstitial reading for the pleasure...

i thought...

what if #03$?

and the heroines are all just awed 2?
lara was a dental assistant...

the oxygen fucking shares.
see it in the rust, plasma, aurora, everywhens.
the h might ever be there... can a wild heart take a break?

so when geneticists got their kilts in it, cabbage was a thousand brussels sprouts and more...
after all, they fed it their own shit.

but when the clean room drops a kleenex on the wizzard dunce cap and my[ ].com aint romantic the real creep is the concrete glacier pathos at your feature length everything is awesome leggo my legos, boy.

god hid his face.

human interface device?

plastic bottles of h2o, hydrate?

water bears suck.


awesum, really?

no new thing can be created.
no each once.

open groups.
welcome, this is a pharm house.


a sign in the window...

thank you jesus for my tablet.
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wide,short,wideband 40,20,40 multiplex phase shift ngn wifi multiplexing across 1-1[1-3] channels


similar to a bitmask shift on one-multi-many-one
255... v4 broadcast split spectrum handshake, mini personal nets

i used to do a similar thing with a router, where a dhcp,bootp,dns mini script set each satellite station in a nearband mini isolate net and hairpinned messages between in via arp...

but i never had a huge need for each local station to talk to other near locals terribly much except to grab an initial signon.

anyway, i suppose the same sort of config might be achieved with an xml,rss,whatevs delivery of snmp hardware config instructing satellite to expect next transmission on a separate frequency... perhaps a locale@lias delivered alongside, too..


pointedly, digital fm... i thought about this a long time ago, but am only now writing it down ...

i assume the fm tower transmits to the satellite receiver a digitized packet heading containing a time sync, song information, expected length, next delivery...

heartbleed, maybe, but i never got into that too deep. all the other geeks were geeko gonzo about it.

the satellite receives and marquees the data while playing the analogous music stream until next synced in receipt.


text messaging is an fcc/supreme court established public trust, maintenance band.

i guess the musicbrainz info headers for any played frequency can be sent in a coupla similar sized packets...

i aint batman, and mesh is for hernias, but there has to be some congruous combination of nearfield, bluetooth, wi[fd]i acngb, unamameit, continuity that can balance a while continue $?||! return $((!$?)); do bg&x=$! kill -0;! done <<fn...

set for other balances.


sounds like a munge, probably.
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capitalism is kinky.

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