The thing is I perfectly know the slight dimensions of my readership, my fan-base; I am an angle pirrouguetting (sic sp?).. and angel dancing on a mote of aether, a moat filled with the crocodiles of apathy and all their belly clocks ticking. Texas was a dream once the way Brasil was once a dream, an hallucination, of mermaids and monkey-girls. Texas was a dream once of Freedom but ain't it a sad place of SuitWorship and Servitude now. Why have we punctuation for curiosity? puctuation for excitement! and none for laughter?! Why have we have no conventional puntuation to convey cynical sniggering(in a function of righteous contempt) so that I might quickly communicate to you my feelings regarding the Population of my Native State. Texas has got like the Scotland of Trainspotting, so skanky weedy they let them New English Carpetbaggers push 'em into Religion and wearing clothes and everything. All Texas turned sadass slave Baptists worshiping Rockefellers. Meeting weekly for SuitWorship (in those Bizarre Pastels) after their prayer breakfast with the Deity Huxley prophesied. T. And they read the Bible, their lips move, sounds come out, but apparently their orifices already tired out with SuitWorship and CarCommunion 'cos if they actually heard the motherfucker then I'd hear a little more 'Whoa'. Woe. Wowo.
I think, I believe (I can risk using 'belief' in this instance), that I've heard 'wowo' used to mean a girl's genitals (or in a verb form as in to use your 'wowo', i.e. to urinate). If not, then I have made it up and it is a word of my creation (I should get a prize). Whoa. Woe. Wowo. The things is I'm perfectly aware of the slight dimension of my fan-base. This is a flea circus sure, for the flea market minded. Flea. Flee. Fu Manchu say: "Once maybe it was flee in Texas, but it now is maybe time to flee."
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