Ross has got me locked out so I can't post on the above ASEMIC. Fix it so I can LAN-GREASE ON THE COMMENX. That is why I posted under this rubber stamp thing instead.
Somehow it was your CAPITAL asemic thing you posted from a blog. It appeared above this posting for a while today. That was what I was talking about. It is weird how that occured.
Build a small altar in your back yard. Create small figures from scraps representing the manger scene. Then burn it ceremonially on your patio grill. God needs to be lanced from the mind of man. GOD IS A CANCER!
God is not good. God is not fair. God does not love you. God needs his ass kicked. God needs the living shit beat out of his ass.
To whom will you address your pathetic prayers and pleas when you're locked in that padded cell? Eh, Truman?
To Ross? To Miss Chaz?? Ray Johnson?!?!? YOU NEED HELP!!!
Modern psychiatric medicine is your only S L I M chance but you have to ask. You don't have to beg (but you should), just ask, politely and with humility.
Dr. Sane can help Truman by sending him cash dollars. Dr. Sane has no mojo style. He is backward and awkward. He needs but bits of food at best. Let Truman buy BEAVER FUR SPORT BLAZERS and Paul Lind style clothes with a BEWITCHED flair! Let Truman buy steak! Dr. Sane, you eat Tofu Snacks and twizzle bits. Vegan your mind. Truman has a bigger bed!
They just brought me some Beef Bullion Soup and a square of cherry Jello. I can't eat anymore after ten because I'm getting my second ECT treatment tommorrow at 7:00AM and sometimes people choke when food comes up as the seizure is induced.
They just brought me some Beef Bullion Soup and a square of cherry Jello. I can't eat anymore after ten because I'm getting my second ECT treatment tommorrow at 7:00AM and sometimes people choke when food comes up as the seizure is induced.
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Ross has got me locked out so I can't post on the above ASEMIC. Fix it so I can LAN-GREASE ON THE COMMENX. That is why I posted under this rubber stamp thing instead.
This is the top post, Truman. That "asemic" you are envisioning is the future! You have to help create it!
Somehow it was your CAPITAL asemic thing you posted from a blog. It appeared above this posting for a while today. That was what I was talking about. It is weird how that occured.
I am going to start selling my breast milk for my followers. TRUMAN BENTLEY JR. BREAST MILK.
ha, yeah, you're right, I did accidently post my glasstext poem to bentspoon today... but that was only for about 30 seconds!
Geeziss of nazariff preached the sermon ON THE MOUNT!
Build a small altar in your back yard. Create small figures from scraps representing the manger scene. Then burn it ceremonially on your patio grill. God needs to be lanced from the mind of man. GOD IS A CANCER!
God is not good.
God is not fair.
God does not love you.
God needs his ass kicked.
God needs the living shit beat out of his ass.
Truman, haven't you heard the news? God is dead.
To whom will you address your pathetic prayers and pleas when you're locked in that padded cell? Eh, Truman?
To Ross? To Miss Chaz?? Ray Johnson?!?!? YOU NEED HELP!!!
Modern psychiatric medicine is your only S L I M chance but you have to ask. You don't have to beg (but you should), just ask, politely and with humility.
Dr. Sane hates all Truman represents. Freedom from jerks like him and their mind lotions.
When DR. SANE touches himself in that special way he reinforces his HUMILITY.
Dr. Sane can help Truman by sending him cash dollars. Dr. Sane has no mojo style. He is backward and awkward. He needs but bits of food at best. Let Truman buy BEAVER FUR SPORT BLAZERS and Paul Lind style clothes with a BEWITCHED flair! Let Truman buy steak! Dr. Sane, you eat Tofu Snacks and twizzle bits. Vegan your mind. Truman has a bigger bed!
Just remember when in doubt.
TRUMAN BENTLEY JR. is
BETTER THAN you.
Truman's breast milk is salty.
When you address Truman's
PRY-EEN-YUS say
HIEL MEIN GOD!
Ross. The new fad in Canada is taking a pocket knife while drunk and making one's cheeks look like the singer SEAL'S.
How many mail artists need LAMISIL?
They just brought me some Beef Bullion Soup and a square of cherry Jello. I can't eat anymore after ten because I'm getting my second ECT treatment tommorrow at 7:00AM and sometimes people choke when food comes up as the seizure is induced.
They just brought me some Beef Bullion Soup and a square of cherry Jello. I can't eat anymore after ten because I'm getting my second ECT treatment tommorrow at 7:00AM and sometimes people choke when food comes up as the seizure is induced.
Ross Priddle must work harder! He must post more and more and more!
Ross Priddle. Post more art more often, like several times daily.
Leave all artists laps behind in the climb toward the Warhol wig scalp itch balm.
After a long hard day. Andy Warhol's scalp stunk beneath his wig. Smelled lite viniker.
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