a cliche

Any great truth can -- and eventually will -- be expressed as a cliche
-- a cliche is a sure and certain way to dilute an idea. For instance,
my grandmother used to say, 'The black cat is always the last one off
the fence.' I have no idea what she meant, but at one time, it was
undoubtedly true.- Solomon Short

gin and tacos

[painting by LUBinus LABinus]

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Waking up to a breakfeast

gin and tacos

don't know about the refried beans

washing it down with last night's stale beer

fortified with cigarette buts

what a way to start the day

the breakfast of champions...

probably have a wicked case

of the squirts by late afternoon

the breakfast of those on the cutting edge

the brunch of the in-crowd

the yummy meal of those on

the outer-edge fringe

[written LUBinus]

Lubinus Labinus

The Green Budgies
.... Where the fagz walk with a gleam in their eye and where lesbian-twat'z move with a strut and a swagger. She drank a lot of black-coffee, smoked a lot of Pot and always dreamed of Lubinus mounting all the Town-Pig-Fooker'z. In the past thirty years Pavlik Sweet-Dick had, on Monday mornings, always awoken with a massive boner while listening to "I'm In the Mood" by J. L. Hooker. It was like a salute to, all the pig-fookers around. Lorne, a one-eyed She-Dwarf who had no Azz-hole and a foul-mouth that opened sideways got pregnant and produced a child that liked to drag his head through the mud and farted all the time. It was a very strange town. Two bitter budgies could be seen perched on a bench just inside the train station. They constantly traded insults and often fought, resulting in a cloud of green and white feathers and screeching bird-noises. "Nice pool-shoes ya'z sweet Flat-fook!"... No one paid any attention to them... except Pavlic Sweet-Meat. One day he cut them down wit hiz sawed-off 12 gauge shotgun, screaming, "die you'z sweet Flat-Dumb-Fooker'z." The END...
[Written by Lubinus Labinus]