If you're feeling sinister...

[jimboloco]

time to pee.
babee.

[stilltrucking]

I got a heart like one of those old National Cash Registers, the bronze ones, manual keys. Punch down a key up popps another beautiful face,

it is not her face but it was such a nice face

geezers thrive on broken hearts, keeps us from freezing.

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drive on
it dont mean nothing

it is just life

[jimboloco]

Oh yeah we lost a lot when the old machines became obsolete.
But we got each other now.
Never woulda made freinds like this before.

[stilltrucking]

all kinds of friends,
but mostly it is the women here for me
the league of men with their name written on their shirts
not often do they meet women like these
I hopes she realizes my hearts not in it
just to reassure my illusion is not my delusion
some of us are still out on the street with no arrows of direction to guide our feet
I will never have a wife jim, but I am happy you do
I may never have sex with a woman again
but I am happy for your happiness
and I ain't had a hard life, just a lonely one
so I can close my eyes and see their faces
the fair ones I have loved (all seven of them)
and the ones I have only lusted after in my heart
and judih said to me
"WHAT THE FUCK STILL TRUCKING"
my hearts not in it
I just do it so as to say
hey woman I love you all
thank you
and this is izz's string
she can't get her mind around twenty five years
And I rip my shirt open and there it is
the sacred heart of jesus
dripping honey and blood
you know i love you
but jesus loves you best
I got no problems
blowing bubbles of peace to those around me
my family
my first friends in this earthly prison

not even sure what this string is all about
slaughter, funny, I been cracking funny all day but nobody is laughing.
doreen asked about life changing events
apparently I am the only one that has had any.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=2193

These virtual women here I need their sunshine to deal with my sphere of peace.
Bennie writes men think of sex every six seconds.
The Bear is not taking his med for that brain tumor
MRI today, pituitary tumor they keep cutting away at it but...
it sure can fuck up a men's six seconds
God what am I going to do if he leaves her a widow,
so I met this litchick, I lost my heart to her poetry, I have never seen the light shine from a woman's face so brightly, forty years to late, if only, now I try to stay out of her face, but I do miss her sense of humor most of all, and I got a heart like a wheel anyway