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I am a very stately and high gentleman, who is very desirable to the ladies. I am opened and honestly creatively affectionate. I hope that you enjoy my photographs and now my wonderful poems which can be read below.
I encourage you to print them out and read them aloud to your friends.
I have numerous man friends, with whom I travel the world to sample and enjoys Pizza-torte pies and beer.

people love me!
here is some fan mail from bearlawnyc:





I love KRAFTWERK and COOLIO!!


I am also a poet of poetry.
Please enjoy this samples:
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I will not abide the whims of the electrical nut roasting machine
(no I will not any longer)

I set easily my words into the
electrical nut roasting machine.

It vibrated my thoughts through
and roasted them all evening.

I tried twice to speak with you
during the proccess.

They turned away and rejected my
progress during the last mark.

I cannot permit electrical nut roasting
machine into the butterfast of my mind again.

It is too for a long time I have been drank
the beautiful taste of the reason far.

Hold out please your arms and remove the electrical
nut roasting machine from my area and my house and my sights.

©phuckemology
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the fish and plaster rung

Their quiet boards of the kneeling star.
I smacked a fish on the plaster rung.
Its eyes see to slam from fast and smooth.
She did not say wrong truth.
Many can maintain the same,
in
order
to
be
applicable.

We would refer these people to us as art.
They cannot be explained too please at all
done not that, because someone will probably
receive hurt or killed or
possibly to die even a
slow
death
this
evening.

©phuckemology
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Of the carwash and smoker.

more revolting cigarette smoke
I strangle after a course of the bolting devices
which I wrote after a surface of the large art shirts
my leather dress evening came mainly yesterday
alone I from the zebra crossings smelled
and rippling/crinkling foam rubber ran out (I out of butter)
and did not use sour cream, become instead of not you
struck mean neighbour by the small unshaking head.
If a tiger it gets caught, let this piggy freely go.

©phuckemology
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My friends of the buildings

Eric does not have me gone of,
where I was removed once far from
those crunching teeth rattles
of the masses from crazy and
frightened peoples,

As it came to exceed that you
were not there, I in a pool ensures
deeply and the broad amoungst the stars
of the mornings afternoon and evenings
drowned, while the breaks of the waves came

Colliding down on white chins of clowns
and used the old days and
the large large wars to last could
until the ends of days tomorrow never
strongly into the sky knows or terminates.

©phuckemology
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