Why are they spraying us?
Did they ask our permission?
Should we have a say?
While living in Charleston, S.C. I became frustrated trying to get anybody…somebody to read what I wrote.
I thought…someone could confess to murder and they’d be ignored.
I wrote, “I have terrible luck with wimmen”
The first one was self defense. The second one was an accident and I had nothing to do with the third one.
I have terrible luck with wimmen
And if you want to know about me being molested by a huge black woman in a park when I was a young boy, search for
My Dark Secret
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The VIRGIN MARY was not a virgin
NOT A VIRGIN
Recently discovered documents reveal that when asked to confirm her virginity she replied yes…
……except for that one time
She claims to have heard that she had to do it three times before it was official
THINGS GET WORSE
Apparently Jesus did not die on the cross
DID NOT DIE
ON THE CROSS
Instead he went into a coma. After a good nights rest in the tomb he felt better in the morning. A passing homeless person heard him and helped him move the stone.
When he was thanking him he notice Mary Magdeline coming
(pardon the pun)
He asked him to leave because he wanted to surprise Mary
He went and hid. Mary went into and saw the tomb was empty. When she came out, Jesus popped up from behind a bush.
Hallelujah, a miracle. Jesus done rose from the dead.
He told her ”…let’s get outta here, these Jews are trying to kill me.”
They went and spent the night in an olive orchard. The night was warm. The moon was full. The sweat on her large, ample breast glistened in the moonlight as she breathed in and out.
She had a joint. He was a thirty-two year old horney, frustrated virgin who had just almost died.
Nature ran it’s course. It was a spiritual experience for her. When she got her nut she cried out,
HERE I CUM
Un-fortunately he should not have done it. His wounds were so severe, the “act” drained him….he expired as soon as he was finished.
He died on top of her. (What a way to go}
He was buried in an un-marked grave.
Once was enuff. She got pregnant and had a little red haired girl who she took to France for safe keeping.
BOTTOM LINE TRUTH IS;
….JESUS FUCKED A WHORE
DON’T LET THE CHRISTIAN KNOW
A magic realist
…..is one of my favorite artist who has influenced my work
He has a painting titled the
He sez the ancient Greeks had a different
interpretation than the modern one
The three graces of Venus are
SILENCE, HARMONY, ORDER
(The “art” of revenge)
Once there was a very attractive girl with well developed breasts. She was very popular. Everyone wanted to be her friend. She was invited to all the parties. When she went to the ball it was warm, the lights sparkled there were smiles and laughter all around.
While the music played inside, outside, standing by himself in the cold was an artist. He wasn’t very attractive. Actually he was cold, broke, dirty and hungry. No one paid any attention to him. Under his arm were some drawings he was trying to sell to get something to eat. There were no takers.
The years passed by. Her beauty, like a flower began to fade Her large, ample breasts began to sag. Younger, prettier women began to get more attention than her.
She caught her husband with another woman, her boyfriend with another man.
He on the other hand continued to draw. He did this for forty years with little or no recognition. It was a long, hard, cold, difficult existence. Sometimes he was so lonely he wondered if he existed. He was so ignored he thought he was invisible. the up side was he had a lot of time to practice.
Thru perseverance, hard work and dedication, slowly his work improved, modest sales began.
When she got out of re-hab for the third time they met at an exhibition. She thought his work was beautiful. She bought some, then tried to seduce him.
He felt sorry for her so he went to bed with her but was turned off by her flabby breasts that hung to her stomach.
Once there as a fat, juicy fly that had to much to
drink and was drunk and hi when it tried to fly
Didn’t get very far. Got caught in a spider’s web
It was stuck. It couldn’t get up let alone loose.
The spider walked over and sed; hi…!!!
Got caught ?
Yea, replied the fly.
To bad sed the spider.
Why, asked the fly ?
As it started to cry….!
“’Cause you a fat juicy fly, that’s why.”
What you gonna’ do, eat me ?
No sed the spider.
I’m gonna’ suck you dry.
the spider rolled the fly over till it was tied up
and couldn’t move.
It grabbed the fly and extended it’s
The fat juicy fly passed out and prepared to die.
The spider stuck it’s humongous thing into the
fat, juicy spider and
That’s how the spider sucked
the fat, juicy
DON’T GET DRUNK AND HI AND TRY TO FLY
DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE
You might die…!!!