Vaclav

My office has been closed, for flu. I suspect a person upstair who, ordered an Arnie Palmer, which acking loudly. Their collar looked twisted, soft and afrayed, worsely dishelved than a, Steven Alan reject ..

I prefer to pose, as the 1 I, was .

a lonesome, crrooner, of pompadours and,, gladiolas

No closet is private, during allergy, season .

My apologies if, my poll arrived 30 seconds, too late .

Was it you who, sipped the note asking for, the Great Bustard ?

:knock knock knock:

vaclava lava ding dong!

i would like to schedule an appointment to use the facilities!

:hangs up:

vacclav if i , wer my BAPE camo 2,, your office how iwll you see, me?

I telecommune from, here . If the door is locked, please , knock and say, "vaclava lava ding, dong" and, you can scheduler an, appointment or, use the facility.

i have never heard of such an occurrence. what fabrics were you wearing that day?

Madras &, lace .

I like shrimps, pumpkin and potato . Today I ate 2 because of, confusion over my, communication .It was difficult as I only had the , appetite for 1 . I wished to wash them, down with beer under the, A but was afraid, of a graveyard near which, I leaned. Remembering although, I once had a pilsner, slouched down, beside a grave stone , and I a woke feeling, more refreshed than, usual .

Waxed jeans don't sweat neither does, Weejuns .

Some days I don't, say what's truth on, the internet .

On Ditmars, I often feel the, hate which my 501s, generate .

Why aren't they, industrious ?

Nostradamus predicted, the coming of the , Anticod.

501 a, jean pushed aside with, the misunderstood. Knees torn, on the fade never, running again.

But perhaps I can, patch it as Denim said, if not run, Weejun shuffle, instead

When I see the 2-torn, knee It makes me sad to, know the end, is near.

I didn't know this pose, exist but I found it now, at the DMV .

This remembers once on SF that, I went against the, 3" Wang .

Both are leaving me, with a wish to be, in a bar of the foreigned, drinking anonymous as to feel as an, anomaly .

Straight outta Porto

is a bacalhau that'll smother yo' plate

and make ya cat think I love her

Dangerous motherfucker braises a Braz

And if I ever get caught I make Pasteis

See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem

I see a motherfuckin cod I don't dodge him

But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while

And when I see a fisherman pass, I smile

To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a Portuguese drivin

but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin

lookin for the one they call Easy V-z

But here's a flash, they never seize me

Ruthless! Never seen like a charcoal herringbone tweed in the dark

except when I bacalhau shuffle, see I'll get over the saltiness

and hear the scream of the one who got the last

portion

Give a little splash of olive oil and I'm jettin

But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin

So what about the halibut who got shot? Fry

it!

You think I give a damn about a fish that isn't cod! I ain't a sucker!

This is the autobiography of the V, and if you ever fuck with me

You'll get taken by a stupid dope bacalhau who will smother

word to the motherfucker, straight outta

Porto

Where is, vaclav? Belongs in here.

I came here by searching, myself.

Yesterday on the, L train I ate a muffin of, bran.

From San Quentin to Rykers Island

We got em afraid of the funky bacalhau

I like to bust the Braz so soak the cod

Cutting (potatoes) in the cozinha with Jeepster makes the old ladies say

Oh my god wait it's the fish ya love to hate

Back to my homeboy Tangerine

He can eat it down

And think nuttin' about it

Pass it around and get tha bacalhau a braz buzz

At the same time

Shorty can't remember what selvedge denim was

ProfMonnitoff said Vaclav I don't want to be a Trad

Cause the style's a joke, madras makes me look like a

fool

And all the kids eat cockles, I think it would be

Cheaper

If I just became Portuguese, and soaked some bacalhau

(for 3, days)

Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive

Then maybe my Weejuns will stay shined

So I walk up the street whistlin Can

Feelin out of Astoria cos, man, do I miss

A slivovice and a becherovka, a pivo & papusa

Me and Tangerine, and a nice big plate of

Bacalhau a braz, which is my favorite dish

But without no money it’s still a wish

Cos I don’t like to dream about gettin tweed

So I log into the forums, of the posts that I made

To now test to see if I got pull

Hit the beer garden, cos I’m paid in full

i can play, guitar

Can you, windmill without splitting, your jean ?

you can call me, al

Do you know, All ?

I got the xylophone on lock.

harmonica on sad days.

plus I abuse enough substances to be a rock star.

where to sign?

No contact is, required .

i play spoons. and a mean djembe.

count me in?

I will accompany you on, electric mixer and, moka express.

i grew up there. i'm down.

Can you meet me at, the secret spot ?