Sitting at my cafe table in front of Lynnwood's retro 1960s AMC 16 cinemas, complete with roof top antennae from THE JETSONS meets MY FAVORITE MARTIAN; something told me to hold off seeing it until next week.
And it did not help at all by seeing some guy walk by in a grey T-top that said 'TASTES LIKE CHICHEN, SMELLS LIKE FOWL'.
Ergo, sweet on the tongue, bitter in the stomach, per REVELATION 10.
Come on... No fucking way man!
Plus, I just got back in change a 1981 nickel and a [Sienna] Miller house Ozarks quarter for my 16 oz. PIKE.
See every charming Christmas season tourist YOUTUBE ever produced by STEVES EUROPE about yours truly living in Siena, Italia; circa November 23, 1972.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS KEN KEISLER: That late night truckers cap coffee shop in Fife [Scotland] Tacoma called POODLES was an I-5 exit 24/7 prophecy about PRESIDENT FOR LIFE DONALD TRUMP forever.
No wonder Susan had such a thing for Scotties; coffee cups, ash trays, lamp vases, you name it.
PS ELTON JOHN: Jesus made you his special sweet&sour queer bait dish that would catch his more wiser 5 young teenager virgins of Sodom and Egypt, even before you were born.
Of course, this was back in the day when aborting children was not so cool.
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