Still subject to a self-imposed house arrest and unemployed for years

Greenspan claims we can expect an “erosion in macro economic variables.”

If you want your eye knocked out
If you want your fill
If you want your eye knocked out
Go up on sugar hill

Nothing happens on Thursdays which hasn’t happened already.

The jack in the surge protector into which the computer and phone feed shows signs of decay, maintains I am not a man with an exoskeleton consisting of plastic or steel.

Learning demands recompense and must thereby be tested. Granny might insist on wrapping a muffler around some poor child’s neck as she’s likely to catch her death of cold. Fifteen feet of snow stacks. Now is another steamy season. We’ve had our share of rumors. It’s a lot of hot air; who wants ghoulashes. Christ finds love only to lose it. Christ struggles to survive the night unwanted. Christ cracks down on one jack whose real name shall remain unknown. Christ this house gets stuffy. Christ publishes an erudite study of good, an evil entwined. Christ, an earthy and hirsute fellow, is tormented by insatiable lusts. Christ is poised both to topple and attain intellectual authority. One must keep one hand hidden and one mother who slides. Christ was one tough cracker. This is a story about how to die a legend, stiff blizzard, the dog statuesque while the bark in a balloon hovers above her muzzle. Today must be acknowledged as another with a high risk of shelling, colored coded and all suspect coordinates notwithstanding.