A Poem For The Peoples Of The World
The flickering of our charm inexorably descends into the darkness of our ridiculousness. And beauty in any form fashion, type or of the heart, remains mostly to torture the soul in our disappointment. Perhaps, we are...No, Strike that.... Perhaps I am walking the plank on devil's piers. Hello Gorgeous
posted by Mr. Liberty at 1:05 PM
4 Comments:
ditto on the torture.
Hope you are well, nonetheless, Joe.
OK, as OK can be. Thanks, pal.
Please send one million dollars in unmarked bills to me care of the National Biscuit Company.
I'll take care of the rest.
In BURMUDA!
Joe
Oh, I forgot to mention...some sad news:
An old friend of ours from Miss Crump days, Ma Tweezers, passed away on the 11th from leukemia.
Thought you'd be interested since I know your connectivity to the 'interweb' is limited.
He was really a wonderful and generous man.
Oh, no Phil. I am really sorry to hear this. ma was a regular part of our old gang.
I do miss the old site, and haven't even visited there in a long time, pretty much since Floyd changed the style of the haircut.
My prayers to his family.
Thanks for keeping me up to date. I'll have to surf by the old homestead (hope they still don't hate me as much as the old days) and see what's what.
take care, pal.
Lil' Joey
(aka Johnny Roastbeef)
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