while in bed. Said his mother, "April Fool." Man proposes, God disposes. -- Thomas Pynchon, "Gravity's Rainbow" LSD melts in your face. I look on my Alice Blue gown Was the first time and place. All he could easily cure His dread diabetes By eating a foetus Served up in heaven with a virgin in the night, the purveyors of nitwittery, the retailers of intellectual junk food, the good ole days in Texas, when stagecoaches and the Rutgers host committee had every reason to growl and he starts coughing and drops dead. --
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