my frin is a juk shee trie to bee funee an maek fun an drik a beer. shee run rown an laff at peepil an eet peetsa an seeng sowngs. shee goot at seenging. but shee is a juk an a kaengarew. |
rok an roel blews liev wus reel goot. an mie ant sae she wus a ners an help som. meksikans aer mad at me an mie meksikan frin, nok a biek don, i maek nies diner an mae bee a weel char, |
creep theeng com arown to dae an i wach owt for it is rownd mie bak. i akt reel nies an it trie to stab me wit a big oel nief. wesley goen to hav a partee anee wae an peepil goen to see mie art pikchirs an drink beers an mae bee eet sum of the sooshee to. bee kaerful of the creeper. not nies.
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ReplyDeletecaught a ride with a N. Texas man. Was darn near 7 ft tall...Kenworth haulin slabs of phosphate into the New Mexican table lands. Rolled his red striped, broad cloth, short sleeves like a beach boy, took white cross like tic- tacs. Only one tattoo scratched into his right lunchbox of a bicept. An autumn moon with the face of Garfield.
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