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on May 16 at
Ron van der Ende’s 727, bas relief in wood, 122 by 55 by 6 inches
At OKOK. (Gallery web site here.)
That airplane -- all ten feet of it -- rocks the house.
I'd like to fly Mr. Poe to my house in it.
Love the classic, polished aluminum look.
You can, but first, you have some decoding to do.
You two behave yourselves.
Oh we will.
Mr Poe and I will never make anything close to love. His BF is a slim, handsome fellow, and I am a dumpy plain-faced fellow with a patch of skin cancer just hacked from my face -- eight stitches above my left eyebrow, so pretty.
This online persona of mine, so very unlike the real me, enjoys taunting and provoking His Poeliness, but it's unlikely he'll ever see me as much more than a tube of Poppin'-Fresh that just so happens to have a decent sense of humor.
MP'sJ, you are SO in the clear.
And to be honest, if I got Mr. Poe in that jet, I'd probably fly it into one of those awful twin apartment tower drawings that Holden keeps posting about.
My life has been threatened. I'm now super horny.
Come sit on my fatty and let me threaten you all afternoon.
Here we go again, Mr. Poe, back in your cage, Cornball, I don't know what to say. I've been thinking though, you seem like a rich enough guy, with your own 727, and all, and I need a sugar daddy. Well, actually, I don't really want the daddy part, and Mr. Poe is quite fond of his daddies, so how about we make a deal. Let's say you give me 2 million dollars, and in exchange you can borrow Mr. Poe 2 or 3 nights a week AND I'll throw in all the pizza and burgers you can eat for a year. Deal?
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