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Letter of the Law |
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December 1998 |
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Doc, note, I dissent; a fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on Cod. Name tarts? No, medieval slave, I demonstrate Man! Swap God for a janitor? Rot in a jar of dog paws! "Reviled did I live," said I, "as evil I did deliver." God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog! I roamed under it as a tired, nude Maori. Cigar? Toss it in a can, it is so tragic. Yawn. Madonna Fan? No damn way! Go hang a salami. I'm a lasagna hog. Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas. Damn! I, Agassi, miss again! Mad! A man, a plan, a canal -- Panama! May a moody baby doom a yam? A tin mug for a jar of gum, Nita. Golf? No sir. Prefer prison flog. So, G. Rivera's tots are virgos? Dogma in my hymn: I am God. O, Geronimo, no minor ego! Yo, Bob, mug a gumbo boy! Plan no damn Madonna LP. Able was I ere I saw Elba. Sore was I ere I saw Eros. A slut nixes sex in Tulsa. Panic in a Titanic, I nap. Rats live on no evil star. Sit on a potato pan, Otis. Flee to me, remote elf. Ma is a nun, as I am. Do geese see God? Neil A. sees alien! Lager, sir, is regal. Step on no pets. |