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    The Poster Love MachineFebruary 13th, 2013
    '....that's big enough for 2 or 3, or 23, I ain't got no hang-ups.'

Miss McCarthy

Look at her Turning heads Only dead men left When she’s done spinning tales No one is safe ‘cept the president The inquisition has returned Transgendered Men burn At a word from the female Pain Precedes Cruelty ‘Have you no decency, sir?’ Madam will be the judge of that The charges are weighed Against her … Continue reading

Just Shy Of Sunrise

I don’t remember my last cigarette, but I can still taste the first one: dried banana leaves (shag) clumsily rolled into a cigar, smoked hidden in the grass behind a ‘liberal’ neighbour’s yard, a rebel who’d never reveal the passage rites of new teens testing the boundaries. I wasn’t alone; my cousin of the same … Continue reading

Bawl Games

‘Even when I’m supposed to get good headlines (I know, okay!), I open the paper and they’ve written something else. So unfair (sniff, sniff, whimper) I always tell the truth Incredible jealous haters dishonest media SICK running feud fake news repeal and replace very soon next week a month or two sometime next year believe … Continue reading

Fair Conditions

My world was turned upside down a night on the town with a black guy in jacket and tie who wasn’t high couldn’t recite how Tupac died drank wine and opined on the fate  of Kentucky “a state, not a plate full of secrets”  he was vegetarian. *** His finger was not on the trigger … Continue reading

What They Become

Cocaine is born green and feeble to dark-hued peasants in the third world who nurture the child until it’s strong and white enough to be adopted by Americans

Anticlimax

Environmentalists make scant progress because they are never prepared to venture beyond the foreplay nowhere to be seen when the trees are standing naked in winter.

The Final Nail

*** Kenny got shot dodging bullets he thought weren’t real but failed to put him down, proud scowling from his death-bed, fed on fear of pink slips and “no toys for Xmas kids, Daddy’s in recovery,” six feet deep in hospital sheets, tripping at God-Speed, fleeing devils that exist only in the mind firing broadsides, … Continue reading

Galactic

for Trinity-Victoria 29,99 I’ll have that in a year all mine then that rocket-ship exploded those astronauts died and the President cried what I thought was pretty cool because in kindergarten everyone cries so it’s okay for grown-ups sometimes with all the problems they have that’s why they go shopping for toys of their own … Continue reading

To no Avail

fact the holy grail that’s out of range to help the climate change deniers clearly understand that ‘fact’ actually fails to avail itself of it’s dna remaining visible compliant and available to all individually therefore not entirely out of sight for they* to whom it’s out of range if they have a brain that’s trained … Continue reading

Pillows, Wine & Wolfgang

The Nerd: Greetings from the great beyond. I dock on the 13th, Tuesday, not Friday. How goes it? Is body and mind still intact? Mitch Lang: I’m just floating to the sound of Mozart and the sip of St.Emilion. As good as a holiday any time. What a good fellow. The Nerd: One gem, among … Continue reading

Front & Center

Dear Jules, I’m still alive. But the war isn’t over, in spite of the epidemic that’s decimating the troops. They’re calling it The Weinstein Plague. What I know right now, from reading dispatches, is the enemy has synthesised the original virus and dispersed it indiscriminately throughout the fields of battle. Despicable. Dirty warfare. No bottom … Continue reading

And You Say!

Steve Bannon says Judge Roy Moore’s pinkie finger has more honor and integrity than Mitt Romney’s family has in it’s entire DNA The president says we need him The republican says let Alabama decide, besides she’s a liar anyway The democrat says I’m sorry, I resign America says what’s on next? The victim says HELP! … Continue reading

Less is Moore

“I dont know any of these women that’s not my handwriting repeating itself on the edges of her greeting cards ask the president he knows a liar when his hair’s done so tone it down. I’m a republican God fearing honest to the bone no woman, outside the home has the right to bite the … Continue reading

In A Hole

Mr Trump has a lump in his throat, I’m told, by men of higher understanding preparing to dance on his grave, save the few who eschew the thought of early demise but, his lies about the Russians he conspired with, soliciting their assistance to win an election and, after which, inflicted by a deficit of … Continue reading

Nibbles. On A Fling

Oh dear he took the bait. Snared brought to the surface he shares a moment with the hunter weilding the rod a blonde beside a redhead demanding to be fed with something bigger much, much bigger than a runty little fish a side-dish not the wish of feminists in search of trophies. They tease and … Continue reading

Walking The Planks

“I continue to be amazed at the blind faith that some in London place in theoretical future free trade agreements.  * First, the best possible FTA with the EU will fall far short of the benefits of being in the single market.  * THIS FACT is simply not understood in the UK.” * PHIL HOGAN, … Continue reading

Get Stuffed

On a sofa in a trailer park doing meth with someones sister brother took her ‘fore I did the shame of it both are born again the final judgement isn’t mine. Richard Quest confessed – not about the girl – he got a motorcade plus a raise but I’m not British can’t stage an English … Continue reading

Pricked

The sound of a pin dropped vacuous threat of calm before the storm up until now. The many-faced the nameless strangled in the yarn. Confess. Confess. Arguments! Be damned. Dance for madam like an ape Tarzan hate Jane? The rampage rolls on. Rumplestiltkin! What have you done? The princess has escaped.

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