Madison Notes

Surprise, surprise, what do you spieze with both your eyes, jest my thighs and parts attached at the door, nothing fewer and fewer more, Boo Boo kitty whore and dog truck Thor smelt me coming up the path before, I peeped out loud and zoom zoom here, hi there, brother, where I been? Riding the rails and roads with angels, vermin, trails of religious on their rickey ways to God and scattered insanity mixing coffee with cheese, these are the people I need to see, their eyes their knees and their crazy parts in between, hi folks, it's me again, causing another storm, but don't blame me for when Jesus was born, I'm just here to show up at the door and remind you that God done oft forgot what he was up to after the vodka did roll, God yes him made a mistake or three, and with my big smile across the miles, knock, knockity knock I'm back at the door, your Prodigal Son, Mistake Number Four.

(Would you like an apple? It'ssssssssssweet.)

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