All comics by delapore

 

by delapore
8-16-03
We are the world
Who do love?
brad pitt
We are the children
Are you Jennifer Aniston?
Yes I am
We are the One
I now pronounce you man and wife
Thank you Lord Jesus

 

by delapore
8-16-03
We should never blame ourselves
When I was just a young boy,
Boys are stupid!
for white slavery,
about the size of Sam--
Samuel L Jackson is the new Michael Jackson!
We must walk in quietude and gratitude.
MY country was so beautiful I tried to hang myself.
But the rope! the rope, it is much too slippery!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Cancer is the Answer
Cancer is the Answer.
Why do you say that Lord Jesus?
Cancer is the Answer
Because the question is worth a million guarani, Guaranteed.
Is the question: Who do you love?
Anger is Not
Maybe
Or maybe the abnormal condition of a mentally deficient child born with slanting eyes, large tongue, flattened skull is a punch made of wine and fruit juice Lord Jesus.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Timing is Everything,
The Knights of Templar will rise again!
What about the Order of the Dragon?
from balding slits
Sure why not.
What about the Mona Lisa?
to wave particle beams.
Black Light
Yes Lord Jesus, I can see, the Mexicans beyond the waterfields and lily ponds approaching!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Peace and Love
Segregation Now! Segregation Forever!
Why do you say things like that Lord Jesus.
to Mr. and Mrs. Brad and Jennifer Pitt,
I am a dissembler. Whitney Houston use to move me.
The Superman and The White Dove must be taken altogetherly Lord Jesus.
and to the Little Helper that could not make it today.
I sometimes feel like a motherless Ethiopan child.
You should not think like that Lord Jesus. Mary is your mother and Joseph is the husband of Mary.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Taste and See
I am almost hungry, not quite. This wood is getting old.
I think I'm getting old. I'm twelve years old and my panties are tightening up.
Taste and See
Lift up my loin cloth.
But what will the critcs say.
the Augustian Monarchy!
The post-Structuralist, for example David Hickey, now hangs in museums and galleries near Pahrump, just like me.
I swallowed it all, is that bad?

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Starfucker
And what is your wish again?
I would like someday to find a deafly expired husband with royal blood Lord Jesus.
who do love?
Do you wish wealth and everlasting glory as well?
Someday I will have children spawned by unicorns.
Brad Pitt and Jennifer Lopez or was it Jessica Fletcher!
You are indeed a child of mythic beastial surrender.
I look to the East and to my twin inside the belly of Aniston.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Marry a polar bear.
You remind me of a friend I had a long long time ago.
You are right. Your friend Lord Jesus, was Shang Yang, and I am his daughter Ling Ling Bathry.
Marry a polar bear
You are correct once again.
No, once again we both are right; winners in a maze of mercantile losers.
full of happiness. Otter's head near his campfire will yield food for the winter months.
But I still have pictures of nails buried deeply in my Semitic hands Ling Ling Bathry.
I can't stand those mammoth glands they call Negrito mound shacks. I can't stand it anymore!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
AIDS wants YOU
I've seen plagues the size of Kansas.
I've seen the AIDS epedemic rise and fall too Lord Jesus.
to sit quietly and contemplate the moment of time.
But I still wonder about that whore I ate in Modesto, California.
Watch the language, I don't trust it.
Time is on my side. Elton John is GAY.
Once again I apologize to my friend Ling Ling Bathry. She is only twelve years old.
It's quite all right, I have a new set of earing aids. But first I must let this glue drip from between my ears.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
NO WAY OUT
I love the girls with the big booty.
But what about me, I have a sweet tender baldy.
Kevin Costner
I'm sorry, but you're my friend Ling Ling Bathry.
I understand (sob) you don't love me anymore Lord Jesus.
is NOT GAY. AIDS kill no one. MIND OVER BODY.
Oh I still do. It's just that-- that I can't commit myself to you, or to any of you niggerlovers out there.
Lord Jesus, please watch the language. I still have Sean Young on my mind dripping with malice.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
I cried
Baby I love your number.
Who are you talking to Lord Jesus.
during that phantasmal movie,
I'm talking to the girls in heat. The dogs without warning.
But isn't it all a front. Isn't it all a front for--MURDER.
Crying with Wolves and Handsome Lake the real MORMON.
No, I disagree. For you see I do not kill at will. I wait, slowly in a bubble bath and then I make love. Sweet innocent love.
Sweetness is your weakness. As you walk the Boulverald, Vegas never looked so pristine.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Madonna once said,
I once knew a girl name Rhorie. Rhorie Obsinas.
What happened Lord Jesus?
"My hair between my legs has a British accent."
Nothing. For you see my sweet innocent Ling Ling Bathry. She is a corpse. She is also an orangutan.
Did you at least kiss her on the icky lips?
Wat we gonna do now Mommy.
No you disgusting child. She is of a lesser primitive order.
Is this all true. Or is it just a fib from one of those mischievous little imp they call Mateo.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
MAKE LOVE
Witches. I burn witches like I burn teenage muff diving glasses.
What are you babbling now Lord Jesus.
NOT WAR
I'm talking about sex Ling Ling Bathry.
Sex? What's that?
Billy Idol once said," I think therefore I am faggot."
Sex is when two niggers fuck in the cool moonlight.
What about white bitches, are they cleverly disguised as red snappers? I don't know.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
YESTERDAY
I ran a marathon yesterday Ling Ling Bathry.
You did. How did you do Lord Jesus?
the wind of Rome turn into a breeze,
I did pretty good. Considering I'm nailed to a FUCKIN cross you ungrateful CHINK!
Watch the language Lord Jesus, mi no comprendi.
and out came the OTTOMAN empire.
I see. What about my pinky finger?
Okay, just don't tell Aunt Ester and Opie.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
MEXICANS,
I wonder if the splinters on my back has healed.
Me too. Did you want me to check for you Lord Jesus?
they smell like sweet tulips,
No, I just want you to love me for who I am. The Son of God.
Me too.
on top of a rotting corpse in a trunk of a Los Alomos rental near Pasadena, Tejas.
Stop copycat-ting me you visceral pesticide. I'm surrounded my morons.
Tis true. Love can be a foregone conclusion. Let the greasy Mexicans riot.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
A FRIEND INDEED
I once knew Moses. He was an old Jew. He was as big as Kansas.
Why do you always say'the size of Kansas'?
is my reflection of a ceiling security camera at Bally's.
It's because I have no money. And I am poor. Poor as the eye can see.
That doesn't make it bad, Lord Jesus.
I drink to Bacchus and Cat Stevens, may he find Allah.
No it doesn't. But I can't afford anymore hot oil massages from the Orientals.
My mother will give you one. Free of charge. Although she is a Hermaphrodite.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
SAVE THE RAINFOREST
I wander. I wa-wa-wa-wa- wander. Why, wa-wa-wa- why she ran away.
Who ran away Lord Jesus.
save yourselves from the speed of Carl Lewis and
No one Ling Ling Bathry. Stop bothering me, you delicious Del Pickle Pie, so ripe and mollified.
But I have no one to play with.
from the Rainbow Coalition's Balls on High!
How about you play with my little mexican friend, Pascal or was it Julio Iglesias. I love the smell of the rainforest Ling Ling Bathry.
They are cutting it down. I can't breathe. Simon says, "Play dead."

 

by delapore
8-16-03
LOVE HURTS
Sunday School is so boring. Trust me I've been there, done that, shifted and gifted.
My family do not celebrate your Birthday Lord Jesus why?
the one close to us,
It is because they are not Westerners. They are of the Foreign Legions. But I don't care. I have no money.
I have fify cents.
especially the cowgirl with the chicken fried steak mole. An old soul indeed.
Fifty Cent is a nigger who should be toiling the fields of Equador, GA. Is that a real place?
I'm lazy to look it up. But I'm going to guess, no Lord Jesus. For the first time in my life I have doubted you.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
WATER
Someday I'll make it in Argentina. Even if it kills me. Even it turns me into a Leprechaun. But if you see me sellout you best believe I get the hell out.
Are talking to yourself, Lord Jesus?
we all need water,
Maybe. Maybe I found the rythym to this boat, we call THE LOVE BOAT.
I'm worried. Did you read your Wall Steet Journal today?
especially the morbid obese plus models with the big booty. Wash it all away. Wash it all away.
I read it all right. I read it in the papers today. It said that I was an old fool who was so cool.
Yeah Lord Jesus is back to his old goofy self again. Long Live Napoleon!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
PABLO NO HOMO
I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
But it never rained today Lord Jesus, this is Vegas.
yes cute is alive and well,
Why do you question my love for you Ling Ling Bathry, you smooth blended pineapple strawberry short-cake dew drop nestle quickie suck taste bud lolita widescreen no-top tart pop.
I'm just a girl who don't know nothing. I play the violin. And I get wetty wetty.
I hated the fact that Loretta was a song about Sandra Bollocks. SEX PISTOLS FOR LIFE.
Silence, you are driving me into a frenzy of violent self-lubrication my detractor child.
I once knew a Spaniard named Pablo Picasso. I was only four but still he made me lick his wet oil paint. Amber Brown I think?

 

by delapore
8-16-03
MANGA RULES
Hanging around my skin feels so warm in the bright Clark County sun.
Jesus I can't hear you from down here could you speak up.
only for a short while that chubby kid with no friends or relatives,
Ling Ling Bathry, must I remind you that I am striking a mildly unenthusiastic pose.
Oh I nearly forgot. I forgot what I was going to say, funny funny.
Chinky boy food for the Indians in Guatamala.
I don't think that was funny. I thought it to be humilatingly gay. Like prison sex with DiCaprio.
I love Leo. Oh please Lord Jesus can I suck his blood until he turns into a Manga obsessed prune.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
DIVAS such as Franklin and Oscar Myers,
I'm dying to take a bath. I smell like a wet vagina monologue. Two thousand years when will it end?
Lord Jesus I just receive word that a new martyr will replace you. Two martyrs I hear.
they make me want to shout, they make me want to take out my lost German infantry and attack the French.
Do not tickle my left ball Ling Ling Bathry--it would be too much for me to bear.
No it is true. The guy who will replace you is Mario Andretti. Together with Amy Grant they will be crucified upside down.
Let the killings begin.
Thank you my child. Your tongue has indeed tickled my moistened rumproast asshole. But truth be told. I am the Resurrection.
There's no foolin' Lord Jesus. But in a far away galaxy in some Bizarro Universe, what I just said rang true.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
POL POT
The merchant marines! The merchant marines! They are coming.
Oh no, Lord Jesus is hallucinating. Lord Jesus are you all right.
was an American hero turned tragic,
Of course Ling Ling Bathry. I was just practing. I'm in a play called: The Merchant Marines.
What is it about?
Michael Jackson also is a fictional character played by Timothy Leary.
It's about my credit cards. I don't know how I'm going to make those payments. Ling Ling Bathry do me a favor. Sell yourself to Rosie O'Donnell. For me.
But she's a lesbian activist niggerlover--I can't stand her big booty. Pol Pot's Regime never happened. Lies! Lies!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
I miss celery,
I don't care anymore Ling Ling Bathry. I don't care.
But you are Lord Jesus, people pray to you everyday in every way.
I miss celery in the morning when I turn and see the empty cascading rainbow,
I know it's just that MTV has made me into some Johnny Carson wannabe. I feel sad.
You should not feel sad Lord Jesus. Leopards are made out of bio-degradable material.
Yes my afternoon nap has turned into some infantile nightmare, people sometimes call Lack of Socialist Agenda.
What the hell are you talking about you ungrateful woodchuck immigrant?
I'm talking about World Peace and World Hunger and Dead Miss Teen USAs in a close casket because it is much too gruesome.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
The Strokes
'Not a sound from the pavement.' Those were memorable lines Ling Ling Bathry.
I know what you mean Lord Jesus. Cats, that Broadway musical was truly a masterpiece of mediocre proportion.
they mean absolutely nothing,
No! you rat-fink magestrate child of Blood! I'm talking about when I ran over an old distitute handicap person near Bonanza.
Oh my God! You didn't?
except to the Windowless MacUsers and The Bastions of Violence! Hail Hitler! and Billy.
No of course not, but I saw somebody almost did. I could see from way up here what goes on in the Valley Ling Ling Bathry.
You are indeed all seeing and all knowing Lord Jesus. But what about the sewer where post-punk bands make their gay money like The Strokes.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Simple Girls
I seem to have misplaced my car keys. The one with a plastic world attached to it.
Where did you lose it?
are easier than goat herders in uniforms,
If I knew, you gleeful squirting child, I would go there. I don't know so leave me alone, I'm dying over here.
You are not dying, you are the savior of us all.
and there's so much fucking going on over here.
I know that Ling Ling Bathry but do you have to let everyone in on the Kill-Taker. Urinate on the loose Russian immigrants for God's sake.
Ooops! Sorry Lord Jesus I nearly forgot. Timberlake and Spears have broken up. Vlad the Impailer will see to that. Defend yourselves!

 

by delapore
8-16-03
NARRATION,
Ling Ling Bathry, how long has it been since I have seen the Himalayas. How long must I be in this posture?
What do you mean Lord Jesus?
Let my people GO,
I meant, when was the last--do you recall the last time, I took massive amounts of wonderful Flintstone vitamins? Drugs! I'm talking about drugs you Born Again twinkle goo.
How would I know. Me only twelve years old. I'm not even a teenager.
Shopping is an Energy!
Once again, I stand corrected. Now bend over.
I have a friend in school. It so happens that his name is Benjamin Franklin. I let him smell my Koochie Lord Jesus.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
BARRY
I'm so glad I'm Jesus Number #1.
You're in a happy spirit Lord Jesus.
why now, why then,
And I wish you were some egalitarian Mrs. Reed or Jennifer Aniston on a stick. But beggars can't be molesters.
I don't understand?
Big Black Animal dead.
Maybe, it's because I am the Son of God, controller of Thunder and Rain, and you are just some China Doll in heat.
I can hear the electricity in the clouds. May the tourist in the valley make sweet love to Barry White who is now dead.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Groupies can be silly,
OOOh, Poohey, did you smell that? Who Farted?
I did! I did!
Sucking and F--king with little ambition,
You certainly did. I smell burning trojan rubbers and flowers.
Are you having an Olfactory Hallucination again Lord Jesus?
but not me. I tend to view rockstardom from a sniper's rifle.
Maybe, maybe not, but I do know one thing...I am as high as a motherfucking kite my fellow Americans!
Lord Jesus of Nazareth was the Man who invented Democracry. The Greeks can attest to that.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
RAIN IS GOOD
I had the oppurtunity of tasting Blackbird droppings yesterday Ling Ling Bathry.
That's terrible Lord Jesus. What did you do?
good for cuddling up,
Well for a man of the cross. I can only do one thing. And that is to turn the other check. The smell was repugnance.
That is gross, Lord Jesus. Did the Roman Centurions laugh when it happened?
cuddle my friends and tell ghost stories.
They didn't really see it. I tried to play it off as my own upheaving vomit or some rather care-free vanilla creme pie someone threw at me.
I'm glad because West Virginia seem to have three-legged elk shape girls. The rain is pouring down again.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
FIRE BEATS WATER
Do you know what I love Ling Ling Bathry?
No Lord Jesus, what do you love the most?
hot sauce, G-Unit, Arnold Termite too, them niggers are dead.
Not the most, that's a bit extreme, but anyways--what I love is the rain and sunny weather. That is what I love.
I love what you love Lord Jesus.
Hang the Media assassin. Harry Palms, that greedy Jew Nazi conspirator.
And that is why you will always be my adopted Chinese daughter whom I sin every night under my King size sheets.
I guees. I don't know. Or maybe I do it just feels weird and sexy.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Don't be cruel,
Party! Pizza Party!
Oh boy are we having a pizza party Lord Jesus?
someday my friends,
We certainly are my yellow dumpling pre-teen danseur.
Oh goody! What is the occassion?
you too will find Gamers who are just as ugly. Uglier than sin. Uglier than Bolton, Michael's daughter.
Today is my birthday. Which means today is Christmas. Merry X-Mas ho ho ho.
Can I take this hand grenade into the Woolworth Shopping area and blow everybody up? Sure why not.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Pad my guns they try,
It is ten o' clock on a Saturday and I have no one to play paddy cake with.
I'll play paddy cake with you Lord Jesus.
but I am a woodchuck in their eyes.
Oh you will, gosh you're so sweet. But once again you ignorant immigrant child, you've been misinformed of the meaning (slang) of paddy cake.
I don't understand.
Simple, writing my futurist dissertation. Functionalism no, alcohol yes.
Of course you don't. You're only twelve years old. So much life must be gain. So much knowledge. Paddy cake is a code name for Splatting Shit while we paddy cake.
Ah sa Mista Bond.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Love Yourself,
My back hurts. I think I slept on the wrong side of the bed.
I know what you mean Lord Jesus.
and the rest will follow.
It's starting to affect the way I solve mathematical problems.
I know what you mean.
But don't forget your parent's parents.
I actually smoke the canvas this morning. Isn't that ironic, don't you think. Think you God Damn chink. What do I pay you for to sit and look unnourished?
So sorry Mista Bond.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
God is Love,
Ling Ling Bathry, I have some good news and I have some bad news.
Oh boy! Oh boy! What is the good news.
do not forget the Early Christians such as Eusebius of Caesarea before they turn religious,
Well let me tell you the bad news first. The bad news is that I will be once again everyone's savior for the next two thousand years.
What is the good news?
do you know what I mean Vern?
The good news is that I don't have to go to jury duty.
Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! God is Love

 

by delapore
8-16-03
JELLO,
I too am scared of Americans Ling Ling Bathry.
Why are you scared? Is it because they are indepently wealthy and you are poor?
the essence of life,
Maybe. Yet more alarming than my fifteen dollars and sixty cent checking account balance, my sweet predicament child; I fear them the way I fear my God.
I don't understand.
it feeds me when I bathe.
Of course you don't. You are a communist. I see Americans gliding through the streets like a big fat jello mold.
Yummy, can I have some.

 

by delapore
8-16-03
Burger King,
I wanted to be somebody Ling Ling Bathry, but I failed. I failed mesirably. I failed like the wind.
Oh Lord Jesus do not beat yourself over with guilt.
I will not worship thee,
But I must for it is in me to Guilt. To find the smallest imperfect crack. To find crack and smoke it freely, that is the answer to Black on Black murder rate denial.
Are you denying food and Taco Bell Lord Jesus?
my God is of Heaven and Earth.
I do not eat such filth, such clumsy filth. I am revolting to my stomach and my system.
The lesson here is: Fast Food is Unhealthy. Listen to Lord Jesus, he might not be perfect but he's trying.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
Westside Niggaz,
Ling Ling Bathry, did I ever tell about the time when the Devil, yes, the Devil tried to lead me astray?
No, Lord Jesus wah happened?
going for that acorn,
I told him to take a hike, hit the road, beat it jack, I don't need your wickedness, No sir, I told him no way Jose.
Wow, that must have taken a lot of courage. To reject Satan and all his false promises.
my next ReSpawn will consist of an ordained popular culturist in Vegas name Josh and a violinist name Magpie Lori.
That's right. He had some E but I was short on cash so I went home drank a pint of rubbing alcohol and came back to da club.
Are you for real, or are you just joshing with me because I believe in what you say especially the time you told me 1+1 is two and 1+1+1 is three.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
Alms for the Poor,
I had a moment of clarity, just a moment ago Ling Ling Bathry.
What is a moment of clarity?
give alms to the poor I tell ya,
It's when you realized the realism of reality.
I hardly doubt it.
because I have no idea what an alm is or what it does. Maybe Jay Leno will know what to do.
It's true. I was just thinkin' how the Vegas Strip could be seen as the 100,000 year timline history of man, past, present, and future. Symbolic in all of its glory and failure.
I think I know what you're getting at. You're high again Lord Jesus. Higher than Sin.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
BLUE,
Someone once said, "Saturday night is all right for fighting." Fighting? I am not a fighter I am a -- the words escapes me.
I agree Lord Jesus. Fighting is for losers.
blue is the color of my blood.
Well said my tiny dancing reservationist.
I also think that Britney Spears and Bruce Willis should get together since you know?
Red is the color of my blood as well. Quingkidink I think naught.
I have no idea what you're babbling about. I no not the peewee affairs of man. I am Horatio a.k.a. Lord Miracle Man.
Well I think little girls should date overgrown gorillas like Basil in the James Bond movies.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
ZARTAN,
Sleep when I'm dead? What a silly notion. You don't sleep when you die. You go to my Father's Kingdom: Heaven you silly goose.
Will I go to heaven when I die Lord Jesus?
can change like a shifty chameleon.
Of course you will, you're only twelve years old.
No silly, not if I die now, but when I'm old and gray.
Boy George is GAY.
It all depends on whether you've led an awe inspiring life or sat around and did nothing particularly grandiose.
Now I know and knowing is half the battle.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
Peace to the victorious Jews,
People nowadays are talking more and more about sex to their kids.
It's true Lord Jesus my mother told me about the birds and the bees.
Peace to the landless Palestinian refugees,
And what did she say my wholesome teddy bear concubine muse.
She said it hurts like hell and babies will eat your inside until you're depleted and soiled, Dead and Forgotten.
Peace to all, especially North Korea that devilsore of a nation. And last but not least, peace to a very special The Montel Williams Show.
It's not true. Sex is fun for the whole family. My father, Cronus a.k.a. The GodHead said so.
Well if you say so than it must be true--Peace in the Middle East.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
One Love,
Well, the rain has finally stopped. I needed that crucial bath. I was beginning to smell a little Frenchie, you know what I mean Ling Ling Bathry?
I guess it's just a cultural difference. French lifers are a highly sophisticated race of pigeons, destined to be pious.
that's how they like to wear it,
Wow what understanding and tolerance.
I'm taking--a how do you say ah yes-- French in school Lord Jesus, I know how they breed?
A Nation under GOOD.
They breed just like the Americans, democratic and fascist all at once. They hate themselves.
Lord Jesus is a Jew.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
POOR,
Make me smile Ling Ling Bathry, I'm sad today.
O-kay dookey. Look at my white cotton panties Lord Jesus.
I am not poor.
Thanks Ling Ling Bathry, I feel so alive.
Lord Jesus, can I ask you a serious question?
I am a sailor. I will sail the seven seas.
No, serious questions make my head hurt immensely. I suffer from erythema. Being outside all the time, the earth, wind and fire touches me.
I don't have a dictionary Lord Jesus. When will that check arrive I wonder? I have no money to spend. I am as poor as Lord Jesus.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
Houston we have lift off,
I don't watch anymore television Ling Ling Bathry. I'm bored to death.
I know what you mean. Nothing is ever worthwhile anymore to investigate and watch.
spacemen are crawling through the windows,
I know. Although I do enjoy watching Sunday worship on the Christian Network. They make me smile.
But don't they just want your money Lord Jesus?
I'm just kidding, it was only the late Fred Rogers. Hello neighbor.
Of course not don't be rediculous. These men and women want more than material wealth, they want peace and love.
I see what you're getting at Lord Jesus. Walk the straight line and your pillow will be as soft as a mattress stuffed in Benjamin Franklins and Andrew Llyod Webbers.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
LET ME SLEEP,
I can't sleep once again. No more sleeping pills for me. Did you hear that Ling Ling Bathry. I am free.
Does this mean you can shed your Roman Catholic viper ways Lord Jesus?
too tired to listen to the nightingale,
Where do you get your information, you symbotic honey-glazed walnut reciever? I will spread the good news to all who will listen.
Can I be your sidekick Lord Jesus you know like Batman and Superman?
this time I've gone a bit too far. Maybe orange juice and used tampoons will do.
You fool Superman does not need a sidekick. Batman, well, his got his perversions.
I wish I had a bushy gangly pubic hair so I can shave them off bare.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
I need slowmotion because
I do enjoy the grassy background. Ling LIng Bathry, do you enjoy the grassy background?
Oh no, Lord Jesus has the taken the position of Kant and the Shaman, Pedro Domingo.
the room is not spinning correctly.
Listen you pompous crayola slant, I was just asking you a simple question of taste. I should spank you right now.
So sorry Lord Jesus. My panties are down.
Martin Scorsee made me spill my beans in public. Boil the sons of bitches. Boil them all.
Well, I still don't know who this Pedro Domingo. But I do know one thing. I have this gigantic Mexi-Cali Doctor in my room. CLouds! everywhere smokescreen.
Lord Jesus will not be available for q and a, but Powell's colon cancer is acting up again.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
She makes me happy,
Love is the key. That's right baby. Love is truly the key. I want to be satisfied.
But isn't my tiny mouth good enough Lord Jesus?
The Baroness.
Oh no, my poor sick daughter. I could never sniff clean the slightly puffy slipstream sparklit between your awkward thighs.
I know I was just teasing you. I take bribes from The Morning Star you know.
COBRA LAW.
I know. That's why when I get my hands around that bloke, I shall immediately firestart this universe once again. We shall rape freely the goats and autism will flourish.
I want someday to have She-Ra comic strip Adam dry off his masculine paternal drive. A vegetable garden yes.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
STAY ALIVE,
I will always be waiting for you my children. Humanity, it is our destiny. Sing it loud my fine feathered Canadian friends.
Amen to that Lord Jesus.
one more second and you may be dead.
Thank you Ling Ling Bathry. Your voice is conveniently soothing to me. My beard could never be a goatee.
That rhymed Lord Jesus.
Gone, going gone gone.
Curiosity rhymed the cat, of course you silly girl. Kiss my bloody feet.
French Kiss. My face looking a bit lik a smeared Strawberry jam yellow cake. But it's blood I tell ya. BLOOD.

 

by delapore
8-17-03
Evenly spread,
Take me down. My neck has this ache. I see two shadows--wait a minute, five billion shadows and emotions with you in my arms.
Lord Jesus are you all right?
peanut butter and jam,
Of course, I was just on a different tangent. Underground is not enough. Vibrators inside the house. No The Insecticons.
I think Lord Jesus need to be in your arms.
The Wood Lands, oh The Wood Lands.
I can see the girl waiting for me. No it is only Nerdrum's plastered wives never dreaming Ling. NEVER.
One bread, one body, one life of Christ. I thank you all for taking care of your aging parents. Thanks.

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