THE CHICKEN'S RETURN

TEX LUMBAGO 19 June 2001 1 minute read

Heraclitus....A famous greek philosopher."This 'apparent' world is the only one: that 'real' world has only been lyingly added..."And then watch the feathers fall...as your eyes start twitching...kick off dem shoes...and enter into the bone hard land. Coming Soon Chicken Peyote tales.

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Anonymous · 25 years ago
OK, whose the homosexual now?
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Anonymous · 25 years ago
The long anticipated return to the Xenox News World Wide mulitimedia spotlight of comrade Tex Lumbago - he of the cactus south and aching back - is cause for high-spirited rejoicing and great frothy eruptions of both champagne, piss and semen. Go, Tex, go forth and flutterby... Australia needs you now, more than ever. In Tex Veritas! Viva Lumbago. Viva Xenox News!
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Anonymous · 25 years ago
Here a clit is?
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Anonymous · 25 years ago
What I do in the privacy of my own padded cell is nobody's business but Big Brother's. How big? I'm not one to kiss and tell! Bring on that peyote chicken!
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Anonymous · 25 years ago
A clit is not to be sniffed at.
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Anonymous · 25 years ago
It may be small but it's ever so strong!
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kum · 25 years ago
Tarnation, i ain't done seen that ol' coot in a hound's age! Where the dickens be that chook?
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But it does one good when the conscience receives extensive wounds, because they make it more sensitive to each prick. I believe one should only read the books that bite and sting. If a book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a punch on the head, what are we reading it for? . . . We need the books which affect us like a disaster, which pain us deeply, like the death of someone dearer to us than ourselves, like being lost in the woods, far from everyone, like a suicide, a book must be the axe for the frozen sea in us.