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The septuagenarious murderer knits non-stop One way to wear out the clock In Tickfaw miracles occur This weekend: the thirteenth annual Cajun joke contest They will/will not be sending the former governor to Big Gola I pinch a cigarette and stare at Rachel's wrist scars By their color they are recent That the eye not be drawn in I suggest all courage is artificial Her sister did not fail Noses amuse us and hers not less so Shortfairsmartbutch utterly unsure of herself Whichever you see as sadder A jukebox or a coffin A woman's hand will close your eyes On the surface she is receptive I wear the lenses of my time Some run to type I am not qualified Hectored by questions that have to do with the forms of harm, the nature of the beast, mercy, etc. Last seen yesterday morning in a one-piece swimsuit The popular sixteen-year-old is 5'7", 127 lbs. The K-9 unit given her long white prom gloves, her pillowcase Do you wish to save these changes yesnonevermind The ants of Tickfaw pour onto the bark in the form of a cross A random book skimmed from the women's shelf In which an undine-like maiden is espyed feeding white daisies to a bear Something on anarcho-syndicalism wasn't expected poetrytimespacedeath Church marquee: After Good Friday comes Easter God always wins Drive-in marquee: Lenten Special poboysfriesdrink The men pretty much all have ripped chests Knitting wasn't really expected Sign on the weight machine: PUSH TO FAILURE She is so sweet you wouldn't believe she had did all the things they say she did That one? She's got a gaggle of tricks up her you know what Drawn on a wall in solitary by a young one momlovegod before he had a face on him Don't blink don't miss nothing: It's your furlough The Asian lady beetle won't reproduce indoors The missing girl's father is a probation officer Do you want to download this nowlaterno comment Solitary confinement, Mr. Abbott wrote, can alter the ontological make-up of a stone He ought to know Zero% financing and drive-through daiquiris Baggies of hair and nail clippings entered in You can bet your nickels The former 4-term governor will be well-lawyered What is your problem The tier walker checks on the precariously living Photographed him with a boner That's not my pencil, is it It is a stock dog, the state dog, catahoula with the rain-blue eyes Church marquee: Let's meet at my house before the game In the old days they would have sent you to America The one called Grasshopper raises wild things sparrowsharesyou name it They've got a muleskinner here that can make one sit down and talk Then there's the wren nesting in the razor wire I read that the former governor hired Mr.Von Bulow's attorney Sissy is Mr. Redwine's catahoula Nolan knows where the dove eggs are Pop named every single one of his roses, his company keepers I haven't found anyone good enough for my cats, said Lyles He bottle-fed the colt Lil Tête, and rehabilitated Ginger whose backend is sunken still That dog, the guard said, is emancipated That man, Nolan said, of Ginger's last keeper Didn't need no dog Smurf is photographed with Daisy; she' just a pup But she's a filia brazilia as draft horse to regular horse, the very core of horseness Tiger Lady, Storm, Kilo, Thunder, Josie, Duke, Bonnie, Blaze, Dolly, Grubby, Jack, Buster, Tracker. Put your hands together for the K-9 unit If they can get outside the fence they still have to beat the dogs No one's beat the dogs yet, said Castlebury Swallows multiply in the Red Hat building The greenhouse dog is Fancy In the Red Hat building Old Sparky gathers webs No condoms for the heart Violence, H. Rap Brown proclaimed, is American as apple pie Over 6 trillion served; over 2 million behind bars Mr. Redwine is the coffin builder; Grasshopper his apprentice Built a replica of Old Sparky for the prison museum International Harvester provided the generator for the original drove it around on a flatbed from penitentiary to penitentiary About the thickness of a pair of panties, Your Honor She was a slab of a woman The radio calls it predatory selection, as in white sharks' preference for seals Her husband,he was a wonderful, wonderful man That one? He should have never been born Her inamorato,he was a wonderful, wonderful man Described herself as a shy bible-reading woman That one? Don't make me laugh Saturday night Going to Walmart Satisfaction guaranteed Over six trillion served, two million put away He was an inveterate pig It gets oldthe way we do things And Nolan is the Buddha May beMay be notNot a chance His mansuetude manifest No one is here for walking on the grass I tell you what he knows now, he knows le ciel est par-dessus le toit, he knows NOTHING AND NO ONE IS BAD FOREVER An old lover punched out a wall for a window architecturally known as a dream hole On furloughcontemplate the grasses He would finish his pie later he said, in all sincerity, over his last meal: poboyfriesdrink A rattlesnake can bite up to sixty minutes after being decapitated that's how long its reflexes remain functional He didn't say Let's Do ItHe said dominicus vobiscum There will come a time that he will move; he will have to move, and it is his movement that will be his undoing, said Castlebury My ode to the double negative Prepare to exit the forest of men and women Louisiana bumper sticker: Jesus Don't Leave Earth Without us It's a great day to die, a great day to leave the body, he told the press before his Easter execution When I go, I want my lips smythe-sewn, none of that perfect-bound crap it doesn't last And burn me upI don't want any more real estate No one promised you the light or the morrow Hell yes it's bitter, every bit of it bitter Et cum spiritu tuo