#402, 734 - 2nd Ave. NW,
Thanks to Ross Priddle I can never look at my Yashica the same way again.
DSM-IV 297.1And that's just for starters.
Dr. Sane is right, I do believe his daddy's pussy is in love with me. DSMIV-297.1
When Dr. Sane gets to the concentration camp his skin is going to be deep fried into funnel cakes.
Juni's daddy stole a bicycle and painted it black.
Dr. Sane passed out Popsicles on hot afternoons to his neighborhood school chums in the down stairs den of his parent's ranch style house with the ruse of watching the afternoon summer cartoon line up. He would disappear and a while later descend the stairs dressed in his mother's prom dress yelling, "I'M SCARLET O'HARA!, I'M SCARLETT O'HARA!" Its true.
Dr. Sane is fat, crusty and out of shape. Sad at his mirror reflection. Reality bites. He seeks catamites.
Dr. Sane dresses up to look like Chaz.
Truman Bentley Jr. is the laxative for Dr. Sane's constipated brain.
Dr. Sane doesn't need Viagra, he needs Niagra. Niagra Falls.
Dr. Sane's momma was THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS'official groupie.
Dr. Sane cannot wear a SPEEDO on the beach in front of women. He looks funnier than Oliver Hardy.He is the abstinence poster child.
One more time.....Dr. Sane says, "LAST CALL FOR ANUSOL!"That jelly roll be-lly, look how his pants fit on his Oliver Hardy torso. He has a gender ambigious Chaz body.
Dr. Sane should start lactating soon.
Dr. Sane likes to wear an apron and while washing the dishes in the kitchen full of his favorite males, joyfully sings his favorite Madonna song....."CAUSE I'VE MADE UP MY MIND, I'M KEEPIN' MUH BAY-BUH! I'M GONNA KEEP MUH BAY-BUH, UM HUM!"
Dr. Sane lives in Trenton New Jersey. He is the inspector on the ANUSOL production line. He is retired from TUCKS after 19 years. Dr. Sane is a man of many jellies.
Dr. Sane sleeps in a corset. He is disciplining his physique to conform to the shape of Reese Witherspoon.
Dr. Sane is the head tea bagger at CLUB LA VICK.
Dr. Sane! Dr. Sane! Dr. Sane!They call him THE BURGER KING because catamites say his slogan is YOU CAN HAVE HIM YOUR WAY!
Dr. Sane has male collogen BRESK IN PLAN-KS!
The filter tips on the codpiece act as a PLAY DO FUN FACTORY push that causes the flesh to eject in meat curls like hamburger. Good for stir fry meals.
My brain is turning asemic. I can no longer think non asemic. Da da.
I want to play a minature piano and shout. PEA NANNUH PEA NANNUH!
You can take those PLAY DO FUN FACTORY hamburger curl meat twizzlings and poach them in water like an egg. They are called tea baggers.
I found a tool box by the dumpster. I cleaned it. Now when I find pieces of HAIR WEAVE that has fallen off in parking lots I can save it in the tool box. When I get enough I'll buy fake groucho Marx glasses, moustache and schnozzes. Then I'll remove the moustache and attach a piece of the found weave in its place on each one. Then after about 200 pairs are passed out at poetry night I'll tell everyone at open mic that they have a piece of parking lot found hair weave under their nose. Then I'll run out the stage door and escape down the lane on my Vespa.
SEX WITH MITHRA! JUST DDDDDEW IT!
It is another day. Working on several paintings. Working on The Newsletter. My paintings are going to be in my own museum I am creating to myself. Going to build dioramas of my WILLY WONKA style world internment camps for the masses. Work camps where art is projected on the viewer who are the people who exist to view the art. The camps shall have TRICKS like how AUGUSTUS got sucked up the chocolate river pipe and the big mouthed brat boy got SCHRUNK-SHRINKED BY TELEVISION. For Wonka is the inspiration.
Ross is right. "CANVASSES SMANVASSHIS"
I have three nut doctor appointments this week.
Yah yuh yah yuh. Hee who ha. Hee who ha. Yah yuh yah yuh. Hee who ha. Hee who ha. Ya yuh. Yah yuh. Hee who ha. Hee who ha. EEEEEE. EEEEEE. Ooooo ah eeeeee. OOOOh ah eeeeee. Shanjoose. Chan-chooose. Hee who ha. Hee who ha. Yit. Yat. Yit Yat. NNNNNNah. Nah. Nah.
Too many cooks spoil the broth, Truman.
ONE COOK!ONE CHEF!ONE FUHRER!GIATA! SERVE! SPAGHETTI! SERVE! SPAGHETTI! SERVE! SPAGHETTI!
Truman is president ofTHE HE MAN WOMAN HATER'S CLUB
Truman is the world leader of ART SAUCE.Jealous?Is your blend bland? Do you lack flav-uh?Huh Flav?
If ORENTHAL JAMES SIMPSON wears a jock strap like that it would be great to use as a tea ball to infuse tea for all the RAY JOHNSON FANS to drink.
CHAZ BONO is the first woman to publically correct god's evil mistake! Now CHaz is complete sewing on what was missing.
Society says CHAZ BONO IS A LEGITIMATE ROLE MODEL. Religion is sick! Correct the god mistake! God is a mistake. The greatest error man ever created. The greatest evil man ever perpetrated against his fellow man. Retire god from your mind. God is a poorly healed wound scar of misery! Reject GOD!
Reject god and replace him with your SELF. For YOU alone are the only entity worthy of PRAISE and ADORATION. Give yourself cake. Laugh at the misfortunes of those who snicker for they are just cat nip for the coliseum lions. Put it on liquify on a blender. Would the left over Circus Maximus lion gnawings make a good parfait or frappe? Like Croppie fish, do christians have fine bones? Are the lions ain-gruh because the bones lodge in their thorax. Does GEEZUS KNOW THEM FISH GOT BONES? Chaz was a fish. Now she-he got uh bone? If Chaz sat on a throne like Geeziss would it be a throne with a bone like when geeeeeziss sits on the throne? Did Geeeeeziss use tissue? Are Geeeziss' writings asemic?
Using balsa wood and twigs I am creating diorama scale torture chambers of horrors. I'll photograph each scene and make post cards. The figures tortured are effigies of all the people I say I don't like who are mmmmmean tuh me. I want to come to POWER so I can build real ones to put allllll the people in I SAY!
All the peepuhl who are mean-tuh-me are JERKS! I shall make vous-du dolls of them.
Ever since Truman had his hystorectomy he hasn't been able to have babies.
Cry out to DR. SANE'S MOMMA'S NEATLY TRIMMED HIT-LUH MOUSTACHE PATCH. She cleaned and tidied up that happy trail.
Dr. Sane's grandmother said, FILL UM, FILL UM, FILL UM! She was an abandonded troll whose husband left her for a BETTER woman and paid her daughters' way through college. Dr. Sane's daddy and uncle were left with no father. HA! HA! HA!
Dr. Sane is sad CHAZ BONO is more of a man than he is.
Dr. Sane. Perform SELF CHAZ SURGERY now at home. Be the real you! MAN UP!
Brush your teeth lest you get redheaded ginger teeth.
The thought energy of CANCER is in the air. DAMIEN OMEN III power is sending it to aaaaall who do not love the ART GOD who is our BEST thought, BEST THOUGHT, TRUMAN BENTLEY JR. for all people are just TRUFFULA TREES and the THNEEDS have ran out! Dr. Seuss has no more normal cells, so they have to adapt to can-suh! SHEMHAMFORASCH! HAIL TRUMAN!
TRUMAN BENTLEY JR. says the gates of hell are strong and they always shall prevail against you.SHEMHAMFORASCH!HAIL TRUMAN!
Your flesh is mortal and weak.TRUMAN BENTLEY JR.'s flesh is pure SATAN!LUCIFER!BELIAL!BEELZEBUB!FRED MERTZ!
Buy Truman a drink so he can spit it up your momma's.....
TRUMAN BENTLEY JR. is the anti christ.
Badmitton at 2:00. In the air conditioned SUN PATIO greenhouse. No worry about rain. We can play badmittion for two hours today if everyone feels like it. Then I'm going to soak in the JUCOOOZI. At five I'll watch FOX NEWS and then eat dinner at 6:00pm. I'll read a few newspapers and books and then at 8:00pm I get one light session of ECT. Then I'll drink a glass of milk with half of a NAMENDA tablet and go to sleeeeeepy town. Talk to ya'll to-mah-ree!
Your meds, NOW!
Just ate the chinese sesame chicken. There is a physics professor who shot himself five weeks ago in here. He is on the badmitton team. He has part of the left side of his face and ear missing. He also has a hearing aid from it. Eating the sesame chicken with that across the table to look at made me sick at first, then I saw how many others were sickened so I smiled and started chowing down like a hawg to make them sicker. This liberal girl Jackie got up and excused herself to the restroom. I can't wait to play badmitton. I'm going to try and slam the birdie at his hurt ear as often as I can. The nut house is a fun place.
I have my meds, but what does your momma have to help her spotty legs?
Dr. Bill Evans got his hearing aid cord knocked out twice during badmitton. We had to stop when his VAGUS NERVE IMPLANT CONTROL BOX STENT bled slightly.
Truman yearns for Truman.
The liberal Jackie has a burn scar heart on her fore arm. That is insane. It is a NARCISSITIC CONTRADICTION.
Jackie has a tooth like the singer JEWEL. Only grey. ugh.
There is a man here who takes a roll of masking tape with him wherever he goes and he tapes off HIS OFFICE like Les Nessman from the TV show WKRP IN CINCINATI. That is one thing I don't like about checking into the nut house for a few days. There always is two or three people who excel far beyond the limits of reality. They are the scary ones. Also the ones who got so upset in the past they altered themself in an extreme way. Last year there was a guy who removed bones from his hand and let it heal. Currently he is missing all the bones from his left index finger over to the pinky. He can squeeze blood into it and make his hand swell. It is totally disturbing. I never asked why he did it. I don't think anyone really wants to really know.
This is the best piece of art I've seen in weeks.
Jesus never loved you. He is just a made up fantasy image of a man in a night gown. Says alot about the mind of whoever created the comic book character Jesus.
Wake up Ross Priddle! I just got back from shock therapy and I am hard at work creating art. Why? BECAUSE I AM BBBBETTER THAN EVERY-BODY ELSE! I get more younger, luxurious and SSSSSEXY every day! As others get more encrusted, homely and decrepid. I am FRESH SENSUOUS! My sexuality is like a rejuvenation lotion, but I sweat it out through the skin becoming more YOUTHFUL every second! Everyone else are like PORK RINDS withered and crinkly. All I have to do is think about other people and Satan runs up to them and absorbs some of their life force youthfulness with his DEVIL SPONGE. He then brings it back and wrings it out to make me an elixir. Psychic Vampyrism is like harvesting pecans with one of those big tractor tree shakers. All the NUTS are dizzy and strewn about on the ground, their shells cracked, praw-straight waiting to be turned into a PE-CAN PIE.
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