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 Give me a hamburger Today and eye will gladly pay you on Tuesday.
The eye was just sent a reminder in the envelope of crinkle paper they wanted my ideas for the weekend and it just seemed so bizarre to me they sent me the message on Tuesday. Perhaps eye would allow them the time to prepare to publish the message but even at that the THURSDAY would do for a deadline. So do just exactly whatever yew want just do not ever get caught. The appropriate response would be eye am eating the hamburger the ketchup is free the pickles eye love the onions on me. The buns warmer eye wear underneath my pants the extra shirt is a layer over that the best thing my enemy said ever to me IFF you take Charles and strip all his clothes off him to see you would find a nother pair of jeans and a shirt underneath. There is a lot to a story that people never know or realize the author has started to go places in time in his mind and amid the snow near a tall narrow obelisk lined with GOLD near a short triangular pyramid where the eye leaves his treasure chest of violet dandelions' seeds strewing the sands of all deserts will make the world better adds color and leather belted in the bible land never rots or needs much repair no normal wear and tear would explain it from the secular. Time was given to all the people and the ones who are successful share none. To be someone in this world is to hate to connive to relate none to pass GO to collect all the money the plate the cup the saucer the burgerless murderer must have the fancy the proud and the number on everything GOLD not GOD plated manner for today they pay nothing but the promissory notes obstensiously allowing  them to partake of the money food still out on judge them the ice cream was found to be ersatz messing with authority poor people eat a lot of it ice cream is found in better middleclass homes as a food group. Sometimes life can feel like all the everything ever done all at once. The moral of a story fabel chew the leather nice and soft make the sew use the bone of deer to make the needle eye. My favorite musick was the farfisa organ with the whirlitzer whirring in the speaker as the poor people in the river ate the grasses from my meadow trying to force me to convert to atheism.
One stranger rides the sage purple haze in lala land brother mender tailor spyed justifyed   Lean your ear over here just a minute.
Going to tell you about the jungles and a certain monkey in it
Now this monkey, he never had a name,
But his signifying way was a crying shame.
They bad mouthed you mamma and you grandmamma too
eye sure am glad that you was absent for they said some bad about you too. They seldom said less than a discouraging word about the monkey and his family and the elephant too. You cannot expect me to kill my only elephant for just one portion to make one elephant cutlet. Poor Whimpy come back next Tuesday when the party has many and then we will make yew an elephant burger just pay us the following Thursday.


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