Apathetic apes amassing an amazing amount of Asian apricots aren't allowed annulment allowances.
Bloated bovines bleating beneath burning banners breathlessly breached the border.
Crippled crocodiles carelessly caressing curiously curvaceous candles can't comprehend compassion.
Dawdling dancers dare to drink dirty droughts distilled during democratic demonstrations.
Errant earwigs eavesdrop everywhere, easily evading egomaniacal executioners.
Fugitive fruit flies frequently forgo formal functions.
Gawking gorillas generally glorify gastronomically grandiose garrisons guarding gurus' gardens.
Showing posts with label avarice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label avarice. Show all posts
Wednesday
about
alcohol,
alliteration,
apes,
avarice,
bovines,
crocodiles,
dancers,
demonstrations,
despots,
earwigs,
espionage,
fruit flies,
gluttony,
gorillas,
government,
lust,
outlaws,
vice
Saturday
V
Blonde in a low-cut, mustard-colored suit reading cue cards about the economy. Petition circulating to keep Ginsberg from speaking. Cut to commercial. Brunette in a low-cut dress lauding some bank. Luxury sedan. Beer. Don Juan Smith beat a toddler to death. Senator Bill Purcell of Scotland county wants to make salvia a Schedule I drug. Cut to video of kids on hallucinogen. Back to the economy- Dow Jones, NASDAQ, S&P 500, all down.
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes of News 14 Carolina.
Not exactly PG-13.
Pregnant woman and a toddler sleeping in front of the laundry mat. Dog on a chain. Teens necking down the alley, waiting for the bus. Hummer filling up at the Texaco. Dog strewn across the highway (blood guts lolling tongue crooked limbs and stench). Driver ahead of me flicks a butt out the window. Homeless man picking up cans.
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes driving down NC Highway 49.
Not exactly PG-13.
Condom wrapper. Razor blade. Motor running, seats down. Gucci, on the feet waist arm. Hunting fatigues. Cigarettes. (Smoke instead of breakfast.)
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes walking into school.
Not exactly PG-13.
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes of News 14 Carolina.
Not exactly PG-13.
Pregnant woman and a toddler sleeping in front of the laundry mat. Dog on a chain. Teens necking down the alley, waiting for the bus. Hummer filling up at the Texaco. Dog strewn across the highway (blood guts lolling tongue crooked limbs and stench). Driver ahead of me flicks a butt out the window. Homeless man picking up cans.
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes driving down NC Highway 49.
Not exactly PG-13.
Condom wrapper. Razor blade. Motor running, seats down. Gucci, on the feet waist arm. Hunting fatigues. Cigarettes. (Smoke instead of breakfast.)
Sex. Torture. Sex. Avarice. Death. Drugs. More bad news.
Three minutes walking into school.
Not exactly PG-13.
about
avarice,
Bill Purcell,
cigarettes,
death,
Don Juan Smith,
drugs,
economy,
Ginsberg,
Gucci,
homelessness,
hunting,
news,
pregnancy,
salvia,
self-mutilation,
sex,
The Vagina Monologues,
torture
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