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Yep, I for one never understood a woman's knobs, some of them hidden even. Tweak the knobs too hard and you get slapped. Go too easy on them and you get ignored. It's all too confusing. Gaydom is so much easier. :D

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Actooly, I was thinking that the hardness of cultural apoliticocorrectisism

is now most apparent in cyberspace postings.

IOW, our decent into madness now resides fully in a place that doesn't exist.

Liberally liquored and typing from my MacBookPro ... like a boss! super.gif

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epic palindrome

"Dammit I’m Mad"

by

Demetri Martin

Dammit I’m mad.

Evil is a deed as I live.

God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.

To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.

Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?

Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.

I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.

Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,

In my halo of a mired rum tin.

I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.

Is evil in a clam? In a trap?

No. It is open. On it I was stuck.

Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.

Be still if I fill its ebb.

Ew, a spider… eh?

We sleep. Oh no!

Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.

Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.

Both, one… my names are in it.

Murder? I’m a fool.

A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,

A Goddam level I lived at.

On mail let it in. I’m it.

Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!

A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.

Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:

“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”

Evil is a deed as I live.

Dammit I’m mad.

Edited by aardvark baguette
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