George Bush's Extraordinary Modern World

Reeks of everything except strength.

The most ironical magnificence of all, it cannot stand itself.

It staggers, It loads white bread, It destroys the evil religious group.

Fear I do not understand, pleasantly enough.

The English-language wall-signs all-say "We've lost all patience and turned on you like one who has lost all patience".

The car staggered to a stop like a file of fat.

The chauffeur had been forced to form an alliance that will be used by God to destroy minibuses.

Group grope!

The shop of dreary indecency.

Write to the point and avoid personal attacks, jackass!

We have quite grave and dignified laws.

Fuck you!

Take my hat and stand on that grave and dignified lawn, we may not want to fight at all.

I do not believe in champagne.

Not teets nor peedle, Caca.

I have the detonational feeling that I'm being viewed as HTML.

My name in shorthand is Brows.

You firmly cross the street to avoid a bum.

But my eager lips open as if to construct peace, to make love, to reconcile a lean red face.

I'll give you a bed: Me.

My orb is caressing some enormous animal.

The first to break open this box and light one of Mr. Bin Laden's farts.

He eyed the wind-swung sword-hilt in sad meditation.

I mean the sword-hilt swung-wind in sad meditation and broke into a contemptuous laugh.

No, into a contemptuous loft.

The supernatural before the natural.

"His window," I answered. "Give me a sword!"

I have the statuesque feeling that I'm a picture hung on a wall.

Put your luggage back into my pocket!

Ball and he repeated. Ball and he repeated. And he repeated. Ball and he repeated.

I don't want to fight at all. Not just now. I want to leap and roil.

Black hedge stands out over brown hedgehog.