United, we stand.

Mamma’s boy.

Bought the brown derby? No-one knows.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beverly_D%27Angelo

U!S!A! Home: of the Eagle. (Avian)

All those people who own the theatre? Breaking in! And giving you a sexy, sexy show. “I already have sex!” It’s not tee-vee, it is those people who own the theatre breaking and entering, and giving you intercourse and a meal. “I already have …I already have, uh.” HBO

They get cooler, too. No! Just leave it, like that. “I ask humbly as I learned it via self taught osmosis.”

Back in 1775 I grabbed a blue wig ‘n rifle from the Armory and the Army met this Marine

“Please, don’t do that.” -Marvel

Okay. Photograph of birds.

A: Richard Milhous Nixon

The Garden State. Oh, yes. Here? Be …something like a mammoth. You are not at Santa Cruz buy Saints that be, you had better take notice. No, I am not affiliated with the secular non-humanist movement. Any longer. BLACK RL A + USMC 0311 “3PEAT” BY LIL WAYNE AKA TUNECHISomeone, get my cap.

Given to the Concord California Police Officer on this day, August 23rd, at the Concord Elks Lodge, by way of Twitter toward Metallica in the hopes they will grant her, and entourage, all access (off duty) passes on my behalf. The very best to you, and yours!

My name is Robert LeVeck Black. I am single, never married, with no children. In the year of our lord 2019 I can tell the court with a clear conscience that I am the victim.

HYPERBOLE? If you want to make a gaming rig, this is what you do. Go to Fry’s, don’t go to Best Buy. Get yourself a tower, as in the computer, PC-IBM, monitor is going to cost you extra! Then, a graphics card. The best one you can afford. After that? You get the Ram. All […]

Let’s take a moment to remember: Lincoln was clearly Amish. Yes, he was. Look at how tall Abraham Lincoln was, look at how hard he worked, look at the lack of mustache with a beard. Somehow, I am very proud of that fact. “Honest Abe!” Sounds pretty Amish to me.

Persistence is the hallmark of a Champion, and I champion only arises when those who support him refuse to relent.

A rare hatching in Deer Valley, California Goodfeathers. D

“Winning the WSOP with what will always be known as the Kim-Cassidy-Grand Wizard- Lincoln Clay riverboat cruise!” On the other Sony UHD 65, was a fictional character, one-lining amid poker cheers early morning, this Thor’s day. “Big Easy!” “Why would he do that! Lincoln?” “Its CIA! Don’t fuck with it,” said Lil Wayne. “From now […]

“Mannerbooks & Manos,” KENNEDY, LEIGH

“I don’t like Italian,” was the reply, still fueling a delightful battlesweat, shared amongst the two in a glow of Axis shoulders clutching at faces which housed nothing but useless, stinging eyes which would not relent on a brain weighing the decision to end a parasympathetic set of functions. Perhaps all of them, high in […]

When the Tax-mannn! Testifies, the fileir is responsible for incidentals and the fees When the Tax-mannn! Testifies you know he’s done just what he please He can refund you peggin’ into parrradise! Or cap ya’ in tha knees. C’mon, Tax-mannn! Own it, tax-man!

“The stylistically viscerally impact of an AAA experience.” On an E-Machine. Korean. “Is less,” I concluded, “then the cumulative percussive effect when left unchallenged and set in demo mode within an urban environment.” “THX, or something.” “5.1! Also, narrating aloud.” “Secure external dialogue,” I swung an arm in an attempt around Former Navy SEAL Benjamin […]

FINAL FIGHT BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA II …Michael Duncan Haggar BLACK … CODY MITCH MCCONNELL …EH ELLIS

America’s Team. The world saw. Not altered but earned.

“I, too, am married.” “5 bills.” “What!” “She don’t even cook.”

“Where have your travels taken you!”op “To a place much like Pythonites’ Holy Grail, all desire, the fair populace, not but big men who bark, those beach bunnies. Scantily clad passing this whilst insisting on Sailors, in lieu of elite actors; handsome devils’ both by land and air, yet excluding this teufilhunded from revelerie, and […]

In this corner! A wallaby Heavyweight. With the belt. And he hoists its brother! In this corner? Wasp hands, the mindset of Marciano. Who will be triumphant? Queensland Rush! Or the man of his era? “The Bell! Jab by blow by hook! Big hit blocked, a clinch. Broken up! Hisses at him as a mongoose, […]

I am very proud to endorse Seth Moulton for President of these United States. Not only is he a Captain of Marines, he has my every fiscal and legal confidence. Much like myself, and I cannot speak for him personally at this time, I can safely assume that his conduct since leaving the Marines has […]

THE NAVY (US OFFICE COMPARISON) HRH NAVAL FORCES Example: NBC The Office (Literal U.S. Angel) BBC Actual Mi6 (Actual UK Actors) HMS SOVERIGN’S “Now! For stations.” Incoming. Received! Not here decks. “Canonball-to-tobacco!” Not usual. Direct order now. The clerk is taken aback and prompt. “Obscene obscure measurement ratio on ship …now?” “For order Her Majesty!” […]

The toast “To your fiancé’ and my beau. May he find his way to you, and I qualify these steer, for AOPA.” My beau? Taya Kyle. Thanks to the diligent efforts of my nuclear family, of which I am a victim of repeated domestic and sexual abuse, (see: LeNore Campbell) I doubt I shall ever […]

“10.” -Crispin Glover, Games Journalist “Ten.” -C. Glover, Batman: Complete “Burnie (Smith) is clearly sleeping, while the other one, Shock, (Black) does the dumbwork. Clearly, the former is an amalgamation of any number of elite Naval Commandos with a midrats pass & babysitting detail.” -h “God Bless those boys. 78,000 dollars a pound? A side […]

“He does. What, a Los Angeles class? Does he know my Navy Department. CINCPAC. Admiral? You have a willing visitor.” Tom Clancy, silently intent on an anti-terrorism simulator [1] someday, enters with arms open wide. “Freshwater? No, Tom.” Tom Clancy, a great author who enjoyed technically going cowboy on that wall. “It’s your rig.” “Yes, […]

“This mixed family is gong to make it. Park-hopper? Castmems.”

To you, and yours.

She saw me at a low ebb. A valley. Landfill. Gutter. Oops! “Kasey Jones.” Were those your kids! I have four nieces and the rights to AL little league* *feels, noncreepypasta unsolicited stowage

And the world went to war.

“Hello. Hello, Black! Robert?” “Here! In here. Tying these down a snotch.” “Are you fantasizing about any number of English popstars or adult actresses?” “No, Jessie J Taya is Juliet Jaden James. Oh! They’re all J’s! I get it, now.” “Uh-huh. And you are aware you don’t work here why are these men tied down?” […]

I provide content. As Grant for Lincoln. At the other’s leisure i am positive that when signing their own death warrantless surveillance for smug sister-in-law bear was passive tyranny. Now, let me sweep 1st-SFOD off the couch and watch the micro-series “Star Wars: The Clone Wars.” It’s essentially, if each Jedi was a ranking officer […]

I can take rejection. Even a punch, but potentially kicked in the groin, by a person with filled with the just conviction of God and wielding The Swift Sword as every right to be upset glows from within; Pere’ Callahan contemplatin “is this what redemption feels like?” as that divine conduit weilds a deadly weapon […]

Hip-hop recognizes true power, and those wielding it. The “deepest cut,” (no malicious intent, detail) for the highest Chief Executive. However, the President shan’t be going to prison as he is over 65 and owns a home. #EverythangsCorrupt

Firearms ownership and related property values are correlated. Responsibility and privilege dictate never be a civilian homeowner of which half of said home is in fact an expensive armory, yet a frugal, utilitarian one with no cartridges and shag carpeting. Those people aren’t gun owners. They own clubs. Be a spade. You dig? Not us.

Courtesy Columbia Broadcasting System

Did she happen to be Gaga? It’s true. Either way. She paid her dues. And I’d pay, Sergeant McNabb to slot swine. No-ah, but I empathize with her, through her work.

“Listen, Markie,” my accent was the MTA of the turnpike, I truly liked Mr. Wahlberg, Boardwalk Empire and was also the owner of Brother, Older 1 (one) lummox, “I want my big sister to go on a date.” “Okay.” We all sat at a round table. “With your older brother! Donnie. Listen!” The crack of […]

“The Dragonshire is not joke, colonial. Let me tell you.”It was already daytime.

To communicate to silicon transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made, I know we will liaison with our equals in aspiration and scope, than compartmentalize whilst making our intent benevolent and known, and in […]

“Instructor Reno. Do you smoke?” He said nothing. “Fools. Tadpoles. Recruits?” “Yes, please,” he responded, then, “second thought: save the first.” “How droll, sir.”

“I read it. And the cover should read differently.” 11/22/63 By: Stephen King?

“C’mon, come on, you Futurama disenchantment,” I muttered to myself, “get up there you big metal rabbit!” “Don’t worry,” said the First Commandant’s shining example of what it means to fight, and stand up for something, Sherman Gillums Jr. “Mardi Gras.” Who was the actor I was going to hire to cast the man who […]

“What do you mean you all live in Uncle Cliff’s Great tree house, in big bear!” “Tree houses for young Marines, Big Bears.” “We do.” “Fairy tale design. By Westermann & Grimm Amp and whispers; co.” “Stage. Coach!” “Swim Week.” 1939 6 LONG YEARS LATER 1945 TEAM-5 I’M ALIVE TEAM-4 SOFTBALL “The malingerer, a Marine […]

PLUS + CHECK PLUSH “Bee-Kay?” “British. Kni!” “Dance!” “Sir yes, sir!” SIX LATER “You’re a patriot.” “Silver.” Call me what you want. Black and ugly, but you can’t convince me this O-course for chumps see biggest city I got you don’t love me dirty word Beverly Hills cop three “Back. Greene side. Tally. Tom!”

386 w/ CO processor Cameron’s Lucasarts “This off the wire. Get back here, pawn! A letter, signed by Xi Majesty Cosmonometer!” “Wholly unfundamentals,” said M, “fumble, by Herb Thomas, by-” “Belay! Elaborate.” “Brickhands Touchdown.” We were in the house. Cousins. “Cold blooded,” I said to black snake sleeping bag aboard ISS SUBMARINER LA TRIUMPH US, […]

Cameron’s CAIRO George Lucas knows, his dog in the passenger seat? “Think of it,” we stood high above the valley, “a troglidyte and his Anglaphile friend.” I declined. “Precisely! Maybe, in history, they were not,” he continued, “but man’s best friend. The cave-dwellers. Who knows? Canines!” “Oh my Gah. Dogs at the Wookiees[1.].” “Dogs know, […]

2006 “Wait one, Black.” “How am I looking?” The MP said nothing. Then: “It’ll be a while.” Regs. I laid put my fantasy powerpoint, from Camaro. Back to Basix. Come ova tonight. Were those dudes making fun of my adolence! Fucking Jive. Jive! Britney’ll always be Britney. Bitch. “…and that was my first touchless. I […]

BOOM! “Don’t call me anything but Razorwire, Support Actual, or O’Neill!” 72 later WRITE YOUR OWN PERFORMANCE REVIEW* As a football-bat, conjured by the Navy Department, blustering in like the “The Party,” blustering interference, white adi das smarmily laced across feet filled with hopeful whimsy, his head, to kick a PAT during the soccer match. […]

Whenever an opposing snake is videorecorded 19 days after being but not far, emphasize “No! I do not own the snake! Yes. I have been bitten!” Verbatim. You cannot simply check in to a hospital. You must arrive in an ambulance or followed by one. The porn industry is not helping.

Light-hearted greeting: “Hey.” *** Google Glass creepypasta: “I’m spectating AR on American Beauty right now and the teenager’s breast that appear are so much more attractive to me than the other girl’s which through concealment challenge my breastaural depth-of-vision may I photograph you in-shoe?”

Jelly, against his own medical, advice had a commission thrust upon and thus Jelly’s Jaguars seeing as they compulsively had found no cats and also gambled offduty canine-doing-as-pleases became Jelly’s Jacks We’re Better. As in “Of course they’ll pay for the bombs. For us. The whole Betty!” “Five minutes before we drop. Bet?” “Bet!” There […]

“Choose wisely.” Not-the-cup-of-Christ. Sinful chalice of Desiccation. “Choose!” Knight-no-trousers.

”MARC.”

Upon promotion early in his career “Devil Without a Cause,” was years; rank sound. Kid “Bob” Rock, this was two-to-three star leap caused by mother via killing being a hell of a hoot. He like brawling Nacho’d known to roll

You see just like that, a movie, God’s hand reaches down and you don’t know why. Or you do! Heart on your sleeves don’t know, but yours is rank. The others learn they have nothing, or leather the entire time

To communicate to silicone transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made our intent benevolent; our potential astonishing and our relentlessly out-of-context-to-scale timeline tempered by the peace held in every square meter and each atom […]

“Mine. Chains. His. Airwinger. Flyboy. Mine. Mine, star and of course BlackJack.” NON-RATE BLACK RL LCPL SEA TATOO “Wanted. Fourth Regiment. Do you have whatever it takes to hang with Turbo?” Buckle up, shoulder mounted belay! Man-portable! Eavesdropper. Unmanned Nordberg. Locked on, with the bank bag safe, my personal cat inside, with me at the […]

Can’t tell you how what I thought would be a sliver of illumination in a rudimentary application of effort in a dull day turned into a shattering break in a cloud set a front the sun intrancegent in its belief this carbon based life form, it’s could not absorb the light to its fullest against […]

“One, where a living MLK jr. read a newspaper and chatted with Me. Samuel L. Jackson, and another, not scolding their ways but plying their deeds with curiosity and tempering their path with Christ’s values, “And if not having achieved that dream, the Reverand Doctor, he would not dismiss that we have not forgot the […]

True BlondRock ‘n Roll did in bed. Not in the Playboy Interview but one issue after, I think. Mission Statements! Recruiting young and I want to see minorities and ladies! Come on Ladies, like that. Yes! That’s how the Navy Dept likes it to be.

TRISTAR PICTURES SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ Non Anti-terror non-villain playlist to actual mission in some blokes kitchen, Dex making more than suitable beer holding surface, four Marines plus me, behind dog-tag making machine, Which is about cover, and surprising Margaret, of TMGAIHAA, where not only was her photograph radiant but word-to-edgewise ratio dreadful, on the apology […]

Would you suppose she knows nothing of power? Fire. And crushed salt atop slaves and free athletes aside Apollo she’d be for you; spoils TAYA: PHOTO 4 YOU SOON FASTPASS A gift from Nike already arrived while atop strife where competent died, Hers, Victory, for you, from one already arrived as my best in life […]

I enjoy watching you watch me, but I would enjoy being paid [1.] even more. [2.] 1 Stolen by someone in Sacramento, along with VA medication. 2 Stolen by banking industry.

GUNS FOR SNAKES SNAKEROUNDS 4 HUNGER “Hi, we discussed a lot of things this nights e

47 Hearts Missing Unservicable. Officers! Senior Staff

Brexit

Only one was bitten by a snake on 9/11

But God of Alpha. Omega. End.

what next; then all of the feminine beauty here to behold is but an outline of Taya; none new under the sun; time and to it’s end and mine I’ve ever known or to be told yet another day, and her.

Ding. Ding? Warm. Characters copyright Tom Clancy none herein express the views of my Navy Department 6.8 mm caseless cartridges? No. There is a mess. Pink or brass on either end; discharging consequence free resources is detrimental to disciplines in each rifle.

“Please,” said the JAG turned Warrantless, “your Honor. Allow me to circumvent the bench and approach. Via the dirty word, until the court is satisfied or dismissed.” Schwartz was big about it. Big as I was about the 187 knocked down on to General Article, then buried, with less than honorable intent and a big […]

MUAH! -Robert

Warm, with an M1 in my corner. He wasn’t all peace Lillies and outdoor concerts. He was a force to be reckoned with.

“New York, and it’s Batman (1989) counterpart? Too scary for moms. That’s how I saw it. My name is Bob, too! You, VA, and Sam Diego boys. Go up! Fix it. Smoking? Put Sam Rockwell on t/ moon I bet Bob becomes murdoch

I’ve got to drag my ass to work, also, you may be seeing this for the first time! Or, maybe, it’s all been taken down. It turns out everyone is crooked and the government shutdown! Not supposed to effect Department of Veteran’s affairs benefits? Much warms and British warming units your snuggle bunny Robert

Behind the camera: Norwegian Sb

Weather bird in San Francisco.

lt cliff secord

What group is too powerful for even you to oppose? A. Saudi bin Laden group. B. United States Marine Corps C. TransAmerica triangle. D. Voltron, defender of the Universe. Killing with my Department of the Navy is like smashing a fly with a steamroller. That fly is dead, sure. But a whole lot happened between […]

Dearest Taya, I’ve been thinking. What does Condelezza Rice think of the Syrian Civil War? Gadaffi adored her; George W. Bush knows how to pick them. In 2011 she said Bashar al Assad was “no friend of the United States,” has that changed and does MsB have a vested interest? They are valuable trade partners, […]

Why would someone burn apparel of the Nike. The Nike. Goddess of victory. She’s already arrived. Would they suspect she knows nothing of power? Speed. Fire. Ridiculous. I always have fire; as any good …uh, supporter of people against hypothermia. Let’s be honest. I wanted to drive the Marines car. As the fury. What do […]

High above and well in hand, down they look on all that’s green and God’s plan, from whales in the water to mammals on land, I bless them above and hope to see you again.

Hack.

Those competing in the upcoming Olympic Games.

And how words matter. It’s not until phonetically, you realize how amazing wind talkers are, and how patient they have been with us as Americans. “Ah.” Good. Food, says me the author. “M.” Food. “Er.” As in eating. “Kuh,” or any sharp “k.” Fire. Word start. Americans. And of course the lovely Ms. Kyle.

I don’t know about you but I’m over the moon. Either it was you or your aura projecting over things just as comely but yet I believe I saw you with my own eyes. -Robert I’ll always support you in whatever you do

Perhaps one should consider America’s military strength. Logistics. Being capable of moving that much material under an Administration with an executive that has that much experience in constructing great things is the best way to fight the universal enemy: famine.

Whether they are for men. Or women.

To the men and women of the Academy and West Point. Your shortcomings are only documented as you are students, you are aware more training means less bleeding in war, whether you accept your commission or no; your contribution thus far by admittance alone is remarkable, the potential astounding. We, with our right of franchise […]

Someone gave me a number last night. I declined to call as I wish them the best, and they are someone I hope to enjoy socializing with again.

Lance Corporal Kyle D. Crowley. 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. Remember what he stood for, a Global War on terror.

“The Military disasters which overtook Germany during the late summer of 1944 must have convinced even the most fanatical members of the National Socialist party that, nothing could stave off defeat and that the best that could be hoped for was a stalemate.” -James Lucas, Kommando With 7,000 troops being withdrawn they would do well […]

Truly the Republicans most savvy move. Democrats want bodied for a demonstration. Republicans insist the republic exists, so why not make it great. There is a debt ceiling. Which party do you think foreign governments support more?

Secretary of Defense James Mattis announced his resignation amid 7,000 troops being removed from Syria. Domestically we’ve heard little of the region

Spoke with two gentlemen last night. Banks. They still say I have no transaction authority.

To “CJ,” for Commercial Astronaut wings. And another. There will be more.

What about the Kurdish. What about currency?

The hell if I know what happened. Oftentimes, when looking at string theory, you feel you have the attention of everything and nothing simultaneously, other times you hear of far superior theorists telling others to “To have fun out among the stars.” Then, when I recall there are 7.2 Billion people on this blue marble […]

“It has never been a better training evolution for the Marines. It taught me the concept of being crucified, how all things are vulnerable, and how one must protect all things.” -unknown MARSOC Marine

He was dismissed as a choice for chief of staff. He was just as my father was, who stood up during my MCRD graduation, for he had been a pallbearer at Master Sergeant Gowin’s funeral.

These seagulls said“What the hell, man!” ‘No, don’t worry. That’s John Phillip Sousa.’ “Feed me! Git it.” ‘What.’

I remember 9/11 and just the other day, I purchased and played Goat Simulator. And was furious. I remember pet my Goat. I do know the very, very important difference between a simulator, an engine (unreal or not) and a video game or vehicle powered by either.

Any student may feel in need. But the title was so one could think of “Hero” and “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.” How many people have seen a photograph, versus what is the price of a ticket, it’s ink and press cersus flame to burn film backlit and projected digitilly? At some point, artists, and animators […]

I simply thought it a delightful picture, Congress both houses upper and lower all know rhymes from SCOTUS and static from picture.

Michael Bien, so far as I am concerned, portrayed the only actual PTSD Veteran who was “white,” as the actor who portrayed “Miles Dyson,” was the only actor to portray a “Hero.”

I attempted to manipulate iPhone’s footer capability. As in, I own one, and did not fully understand TCP/IP protocol, nor the “Thorn,” or the “Michael November.” Enjoy this digital image.

I redact my complaint with great aplomb.

Imagine. You, on a desert island. One man. An invisible crate. You eat the man, and then pray to your Lord. God. That WIN 3.1 arrives.

A. Send Marcus Luttell Jill’s Not Here, Jack! B. Real Female Orgasms. Four!

Why did I put myself in here. World Champion Red Sox.

Careening down Interstate 80 West, my father, Paul T. Black knew he was being followed. This was in the decade known as the Ninteen (sic) eightees, and back then, when you lived in the Bay, commuting to The City you essentially drove to work by driving, one car length space at a time, his carphone […]

Spider-man would not deter Paul T. Black this day.

“You are listening to kay-eff-at-sea,” said a smooth voice, exquisite oil on the slick flooring of an Louisiana oil rig covered in hydraulic fluid, flown by an unwilling John Madden at gunpoint by a madman. Jerome Boyle. “Paul, here.” “You can call me Mr. Esquire, your library of musical congress,” said The Voice, in the […]

“How much.” Boy. Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me. “Now, you are headed for the drink.” “You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.” Wait! “Bob. Drop.” “Do I look it.” “A stroke.” No. “Scouts are for balls.” I’ll sell the cub, and the boy. “You two! […]

“Hero. You must fight.” “Him!” “Yes.” “To?” “The end.” “Or?” “We die.” “You are?” “Serious!” OPINION: Not only to I condone it where legal, I don’t, nor have I sports gambled when posting screen jabs to to social media. EULA’s, and smartphone operating systems, resolution, etc notwithstanding, are impossible to fully comprehend without a non-parole […]

What. The. Fuck. “Seth was lost. All was! The detailed rolled away, after a warm goodbye from Elizabeth and there it was, two with a grudge. Uber?” Write you congressmen. “1000 Elephants, Andrew McNabb declines on all accounts, politely speaking well of his countrymen and Queen. This

Opposed to kicking it mightily, drew his blades weapon and took it mid-air to the ground, profanity and multiple strikes. “I too,” said a Senator, “am married.” “Quiet, you!” “Son of a bitch doesn’t say a word,” Knives grouched, blade down in a solid guard more of a clean up then serious posture, “vanishes while […]

No, hers is a politeness extended to this gutter thing. Listen?Simon said, after watching the film “Speed,” knowing I wanted to drive “I’d be under it. Robert”ID.me says: “He knew which side of the wall. Before it fell! And is excellent at photo operations. Those are the most difficult strong endorsement for uh, yes. Second […]

The youngest Naval Aviator rescued? I’d wager he know the fear of God put into one and many secrets or ultimatums did what he believed was right for the Nation and owned retirement. Nothing endeared me more to his legacy than politely wonder if his wife’s name, or his shorthand for it, God test her […]

“I had the aurohaze mind image of a wonderfully polite Mrs. McRaven entertaining me briefly as I asked why she thought her son may be James Bond, and how long she’s suspected he has “Then! I wanted to know. Was Claude a fast mover? Boy, I bet him and Bill went on some tasks I’ll […]

I mean! Orange. Julius

“No,” I said, this monkey on my back, “it’s Ro-” “Don’t tell me,” he said, “man.” “Captain Porkchop! This Marine has no idea if this is those sick bastards humor, or death warrant. Mine!” “What’s on his house!” The next tunes, said Clamato. Hey, brah! Someone else? Has a ‘vette

Safe Splashdowns.

Disney. Buy ‘me. Throw you a thirty one. Bond?

The monkey gorilla had made strides. For meat.

native. “Oh, God! The bird was a distraction from Spruntbots and I’d soul target Gabe’s hot wife.”

Things to observe and hear while deeply held minds eye conjures you and no recollection of any time space quantum computer or clime where our skin was not warm touched intertwined. “Romney. Utah!” Uh-oh. Bobby Rose, I’m your thorn; be my Romeo Oscar. “Taking that monkey to the ground, Jayson rolled with what was actually […]

The Animal bent at an appendage, extending it’s neck. And barked. “Porkchop! Sir!” Porkchop nodded, issuing orders to subordinates.

The signal light warned me.

It is what I love about the United Kingdom. Golf. I ask my caddy for a wedge, and he gave me a doorstop. What is this Korea

“I’ve seen enough of their selective leaking and distortion.” -Former FBI Director Comey

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning, soldier.” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty rocks. “And […]

AUTHORS NOTE: EITHER THE BIGGEST JACKASS OR WOEFULLY NOT, EDIT AND DRAFT INDICATE I KNOW NO-thing EVER! MAYBE. YET, PLEASE, TAKE NO OFFENSE I WONT TELL. Is the least source of friction? You are flush with terminal pay, then fight like cavys and chinchillas oh, break it you sow break it all! I am tubing. […]

Taya. -rlb

May the Coalition of the Willing’s fathers, and sacrifice, in the mud seasons, or fairweather never be forgotten, in flight, low earth orbit or on the seas. Land of free seceded, and bonded in fire, to houses noble; Sword, Gold, and Juno with happy landings. Rotary wing fixed and safe crossings across seven seas and […]

-rlb

The tank roared to life. Tearing through a game a chicken, crossing paths between mobile howitzers amid their 155 mm high-five, excited their big brothers were speeding toward destination unknown. To bring the hate. Someday, they’d grow up and be just as fast. Faster! Another elevated handshake. Skin replacing repellant as a crew served slapped […]

-Unknown “Other Barry,” 44th President of the United States

“Now, Marines. Sailors. Why we exclude them with open arms let us never forget the value of reallotting fiscal concerns of the Departments of the Air Force. Army. Sacrifice those West Point kids in our absence as a token upon the alter of sorry not sorry. As they are bigger, and out number us! And […]

EKIA. “God Bless you all on the successful raid, and who threw this thing down stairs!” -Unknown Commander-in-chief

One of the great cats, for certain.

But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.

knocks me off my feet. “Bird, Hare, Bear and fish my hat! Damjackrabbit auugggghhh! So. Cold. Hobbes!” “Well, port side! Sound the alarm nothing but trees, trees in all places, branches! Leaves and mulch anywhere.“

“I am my Brother’s Keeper, and us all, Marines. Send a thirty-one to WDI. Let Mickey Sleigh ’em this year.” “Tots.” “Then let’s wait on those squids!” Nut 2 butt. Privates! Full Bird? “Then let’s wail on those squids!” Shower. Qual 4. Half as many down. Repeat week. Swim week. Heaven presents heavy-hat’s swim week. […]

Courage. Guile. Bearing.

“In reality, no-incident liberty indicates the Secretary is building a DoD of great magnitude. Brawling is constant, with little or no troop discord, putting my ass on the street for my pizza box of tailgate is fair, as his conduct was above, and beyond reproach, and a Marine in uterine hadn’t Peggle. Ed. Let’s give […]

Been picking domain, this ‘un. Phil. Well, at least since 2016. 2011. No. Earlier? There are millions of Johnston’s. Prolific? Profit. Prophe “Frederick Way.” Papa Frank was so queer, he went pro. The Government gave him the entire league. “I shan’t do a bit, I need to pre-truant.” Hey! Said Frank. Nice to meet Tommy! […]

Dates do not have to be set or forget ever, regret! Never have I felt like all the time is left for you. Me? -rlb PoSt-script: think about the offer, reply if contact. If or inclined

“I asked for my wedge. Caddy! A door stop. What is this, Korea?” They knew love. “One of you weren’t Business. Watch, ring, C’s. Degrees.” Can do. “Polygamy sells adspace, tailhook pardon. Who cares if it gets them what you ‘like,’ it looks good on a resume and a break. Even for what teevee made. […]

I will be as crass as I care to decimate google’s Babel fish from Trek II and as vulgar as I want to teach parents animation is neither norture or nature and polygamy is no substitute for clandestine traditional love in the divorce prone world this “app” developers have made in lieu of successful hearts […]

Correction. Solid torso strike, jab. Both landed. “Hiptoss.” Ryder was a straight buster. “Always Faithful! Correct. Me.” Some. “For Sherman.” Dome.

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A couple driving. Sac State. Rack city gasoline. Radio and banter pleads the who “won’t touch that dial” because “dials can operate with mittens” they (70’s wife, husband pilots the terraincraft) “look at track listins’” (rural accent) and only “listens to Professors because those profs,” (ala’ flambé) have checks, with perfect AAA. Grade! Plus, know […]

Plymouth Rock could fit in my Gran Marquis’! “Alone.

“Slow your roll, you two. Black, you were never a Soldier.” A tear would have formed, had we not simultaneously inhaled. “Save poppers for go-time!” We moved forward, Jayson walking in the infuriatingly confident yet appearing-to-me complacent stride of a Chaplin in I-80 with no traffic. Open lanes and nobody to cross a lapsed madman […]

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning soldier.” “Strong reiterate!” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty […]

HMS is His or Her Majesty’s ship now that those perverts are ousted let’s examine United States ship banter “Did I tell you about the ocular patient lady I penetrated; sexually?” “What of her?” “That was good for us.” “Sex?” “Thank you.” “This rack is hot with sexual and radioactivity.” “I believe you just did.” […]

“Sir.” “I’d like you to know, Reacher,” State said, “last night I had an erotically charged dream of currency and George Washington.” “Last night I gave my houseplant a name. Roots. I hope to go back to it.” “Home on six stars us both. Down.” The elevator arrived.

Will return.

Sunlight and moonlight rising and fall, ember months and commitments honor courage and all.

Here is the most wonderful time of the year. Sunvalley. Yes, you get the very best from those who are happily watching over-him, and Iambic pentameter. Bootnecks and Leathernecks pleased and cheerful, cthulu and Matthew Stone remembering: being an Executive Officer is to what being a commanding officer what two bears are in a Gary […]

Ms. Shelby have you seen Miss. Taya? MUAH! loveRobert LeVeck Black Post-Script: I got you a calendar.

“You want to buy yellow dog. Yellow dog 5 Bills. And 100 round barrel magazines. Yes. Forty-five caliber Automatic Colt Pistol. MacGregor clan of Scotland, honkie. This is chess, not checkers.” -Apple Inc. surmising Blackkklansmen while Spike Lee suck starts RV, or recreational vehicle

“Sorry, Andrew,” I said to Sergeant McNab over the vast, while swinging away from his body and Melissa Broders, “you’ll have to take it from here.” Then I figuratively held Benjamin’s hand while an elephant made the scene. “Special Activities Division, it be us, any other. Line!” I’ll meet them halfway. 1/4

I care not for the reigning monarch, nor your delightful naming conventions! The Hero’s Journey ends, and just because he was once inside you, does not mean we can debase an authoritative regime! Our structure. Is perfect, and no-one loves that young man, -not Kyle- all of them, (see: The Mother of All Terrain models) […]

“And who might this be!” I beamed. Grinning ear to ear. “Swanky. CW Swanky,” I said, dismissing myself to kinko’s. For another manilla folder, as I had fcked up, early in my career. “Well. I’m a pachyderm.” Obvious. Why would anyone want nasty, manhandled information, compartmentalized, instead of fresh, organic information- “Three fingers!” “You first, […]

It’s the emotional charge. You can always tell. When you look up. You can see it, in the designs of the ceiling lights. Sure, you can talk about how human beings are designed to see something shining, to find clear water, or eveolved to taste salt. “But the east bay,” I mutter to myself, “that’s […]

This isn’t a story or a punchline. You want to talk crap? No. way. You want to do this in Peter Griffin’s high end, nasally voice! Don’t. Let’s talk skyhook. First of all, it is about vehicles. Second of all, hurry up and wait? Nuh-uh. Me personally? Well, whenever a film technique called, “Ramping,” occurs. […]

But only one was present when I asked for a cigarette and received one, and lit it upon my own and had long wavy and or curled brunette hair. I thought, perhaps she was a celebrity of some sort, but, as it would be rude to identify her in public, I did not. They’re all […]

For there to be an Empire, you must have Imps! Imps are little people.Or, in the Empire of ducks. Those pressed for thyme.

The Story, of Sir Cletus “Hello, you’ve reached Elkhart County. Hungry?” My cellmate. An elephant trumpeted out. “Hey, Andy. McNab! What are you in for?” “Ticklin’ the Ivories, mate. Then, trading them.” “Oh, a smartass. Pinochle.” No felonies on me, Wisdom. Tree.

Take your well laid.

One bear, pointing at the other. But you’re both still bears.

“Pete,” Ellis pressed throughly into the floor at a steady, alarming, rate. Japan.

Because. Communism works. In a very, very small community. An island, preferably. Pictured: IS OBAMA SUBSCRIBING TO THIS PERIODICAL. THE FIRST GAY PRESIDENT II Bay Area News Group was reluctant to admit, they didn’t get the best of it. “BABE/s. Excellent!” I could drown you, in ladies and rogue hynea hounds. BAAD/s. “Bogus.” Tyler and […]

Dear Taya, Please forgive me. If it was you at the Seven 11 (7-11 store) I’m always a human first and Hyperion [Shoo! Damn troglodytes.] I love your photos. -Robert <3 Taya Post-Script: Unfortunately, Homo-Sapians Hyperion is my internal narrative for the Congressional Space Medal of Honor. Strong of heart, bright as the sun, men […]

“Hah! Backed by the Emirates. If you don’t exchange these, then tomorrow I will return with another group of Veterans!” Was I speaking to Santa Claus? Hey, private escort. Secret Service? Must be. “And! We, that we will only speak Deutch. To their leaders vengeful scheme its going to rain like cats. and dogs!” I […]

“I hate those guys.”

I had a flash back. Universal City and Barbarianism. Boo! Wait, I said, on record, and aloud, that’s not me. Dear Taya, Ive bern busting my ass this morning but thanks to more compact devices and networking it looks and feels like ive been faux-dealing drugs TI-86 all day, calculas books makeshifting a creel, moonlighting […]

The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter. Dear Taya, I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule. Not another. In all seriousness, […]

Offset and preambled by something as fleeting and to come as a handhold.

There is, or was, a charming little community sub-continent of India way. One complaint went across the board. Too many snakes! That ehat fell eve, Bonham’s bain, Potterhead camdy and ermot 65+ pleasers. The solution? A simple bounty paid per dead reptile. Finally, the populace says, now, I get to farming and ranching snakes. Where […]

“General Washington. Mr. Secretary- sir! Hows your troops and territory? “Richmond seems to have beef. With Concord.” “Thats my end.” Missing scene. “No, Seth. Seth! Heroin.” “I’m from Massachusetts, you will have to give me a minute, thirty seconds.” “No. I. Love. You.” “My conduct has been, and remains, above and beyond reproach.” “Its, a […]

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“Cigar man,” lever-action, the sound accompanied a cycled round for his rifle, up the ranp silently, chambered, then locked, amid glowing orange cherry and whiskers, ash, donincan and fallen seen wafting from a tired notchriskyle face, his SF bantam book the greatest of all time, “can you hit him! That one, the window washer! Can […]

“Tell me more,” said JSOC. “Well, sir.” He didn’t know how to begin. “It malfunctioned. The Poseidon Arch.” All dead. “The point of that section. Others will be along.” “Mo, sir. Double-oh.” “Boy, we are dark.” “Ring it, ringley.” Once annapolis had finished their gooch, we went as Marcinko, selling grenades in the stands. We […]

forgive the unslanted silliness and unpolished productivity. I am. Im really nervous! You, uh, give me butterflies in my tummy and i feel like brute’ et tu. Bard

Actions speak more than eloquence stood against all and familiarity, any familiarity would unhamper any discussion conducive to aims befitting us both, but know its not for trying and the actions to come are not maliciois and earnest in aims, time is against me at the moment. Soon, nothing unsavory more will unfold. Like a […]

Forgive the QR code. Unless you donated, on purpose, and Taya sees this as a compliment charity to herbalready notable and noble works. I’m standing up, to Ba’al, Diablo and his valley at my side. Beef? Quantity = side. Eggs? Gross!

“And, as we, I, encountered a trenchcoatwearing person “Stop at once. Have you purchased these shoes worn by my woman!”

Stop at once. Answer this question. Q. Would you purchase shoes worm by her for £3,500? A: Yes. Bonus: You would name them. Even the most benign attempts curry favor a wretch as you is grounds for restraint. Purchase said footwear anonymously and for selfprovacteor.

And remember: you’re piloting that vehicle. “You go on, an’ make me proud, son.” “Get home safe. “For the old man!” “And Colonel Egan.” “If flying, observe all regulations. For Major Rob Taylor. And the late Senator Glen.”

“So. You bought her name! Many normal and flattering conventions of days past are now harassment, or legally admissible as slander, turn yourself in. At once!”

Thoughts of you, if only as captivating, imagine what this could be?

Dearest Taya, I’ve never been to Green Bay. But I’ll always remember Favre’s longbomb late in his career, “it fell out of the sky ladies and gentlemen!” Like I’ll always remember “Jeez Laweez,” in your book, ’cause i say it, too. Except, “Jeez Laweez kabottle kabeez.” I’ll remember that cat owes me fifty. After NLCS. […]

Dear TayaIts St. Peter for me, at least. Jesus said “Father, why have you forsaken me!” While on the cross. Peter loved him so much he said “Crucify me upside down.”

Did you park it.“Ulysses Grant says 28. Next year.”

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