Biminim Admires America

My Teak Is Cracked

2007-02-14T21:59:00.000+06:30

When Young Bim says to Old Bim his yearn for pansy whimsy, Old Bim says, "Naught! Morticia becomes your love!" If only now-knowledge were then-knowledge, I would polish teak in Seminole dance of Texas trash love roulette between pearly gates of Anna Nicole! Do you weep with me?

Astronaughty

2007-02-08T10:55:00.000+06:30

American lady of space wants to ride the rocket ship. "I will make a blasts off. Circles circle the globe. Can I have no pounds? Yes." Love that rocket ship, that protuberant, that gong of submission of the NASTA. But weight: there are words of mystery. Did that rocket man put the blast off to some other space? Uh oh. Pop wents the measel. It makes an angry place in the small space of brains. Road trip for an nutty astronaughty? Depends!

Cured!

2007-02-08T10:34:00.000+06:30

Not the protuberant gong of submission for the Teds Haggis on this day. Negative with that thing. A Scotlands man of godpower did not play long with the trouser tulip of another man. Uh uh. "Look--no protruberant gong in this hands! Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha."

Mind of Military Men of Myanmar

2007-02-07T09:33:00.000+06:30

"Hey, wordjones," say the soldier of Myanmar. "Are the verbs conjugal? Ha ha ha." Suddenly, the special teeth of Biminim produce velocity. "Ha ha ha! Wordjones chiclets! My fisting of fury brings the percussion." "Ooh, chiclets!" are words around the open fist. "Are you windpiping American melodies of now?" Chuckles and bellysquirms at chiclets. "I want to squeeze the Peach," release mumbles from a voice of Biminim. "At the big Peach, I have a virtue of Myanmar to share with American eyes." "Big Peach of America?? The bloat and stinky? The parade of salty bosoms? A devil of thongs? This is not the think of Myanmar! Only the military mind of Myanmar is that beautiful braining! Only think of beautiful braining!" "My words are in justice. I percolate an artistry of ineluctable--" "Your word pastries have rancid butter!" chant the military men of Myanmar. "Bow down to our protuberance." "I fancy not the protuberance." "The protuberance of power is a gong of submission. Here is the power of flavoraid. Drink it, drink it, drink it. You cannot ride a horse!"

100 Reasons for American Love #91

2007-01-18T10:48:00.000+06:30

Do you are thinking of the Man Man of Myanmar? Are his feet fleet? No! Nephew Nim has a package to Biminim from America for Crassmass. Will it arrive to Biminim in the Merry Month? Let me chuckles in quiet. Today arrives the parcel with postage. Time rebukes the Parcel Serves of Myanmar. In the parcel, Biminim retrieves the token of Nim. Oh, in the country of the Foundlings, a mind never wastes for working. America! Your invents are many ways to sneak on the backside of necessity. What? The dog has the sexy bottom? To the world of other dogs, that sexy bottom says, "hubble hubble"? A man of Myanmar can sleep in confidence of doggy purity with American minds minding the bottom. Doggie Thong!

Repellican Mascot

2007-01-13T05:51:00.000+06:30

Many fronds to Biminim in the Myanmar have works of American companies. A medium-size frond, name of Sung Li Trun, is a master man of that images of familiar return. Now Trun has the work of GOOP of American. They say, "Hey, Trun. We have a nasty need for the image of that true Repellican, that mind-person of obeyance. Yeah." So Trun slaps to the brain pan the thinks. "I bust a brain cap," says Trun. "Behole: Mindles the Robutt!"

Are There Words?

2006-12-25T23:57:00.000+06:30

There are no words.

R.I.P. J.B.

1933-2006

Table 118?

2006-12-16T22:33:00.000+06:30

Oh! But November still goes to the wonder if ever time will bring Table 118! But to ask for the table is the knowledge that December will go to the wonder as well! But to bask in the table! To sit with the Kurtis (left) and the Davidson (write) and to squeeze that peach till the juice runs down Biminim's leg! Farewell, Donnerd Rumpskin!

My Little Pony

2006-12-08T21:08:00.000+06:30

Myanmar say, "The horse! The horse!"

France say, "The people! The people!"

America say, "Is there the video?"

Paris Hilton and Britney Spears Have the Hot Lesbian Action!

2006-12-08T21:04:00.000+06:30

Does Biminim make you look?

100 Reasons for American Love #92

2006-12-08T20:29:00.000+06:30

America is never the land of the second place! If you do not win the race, you must run again! You will have the luck again and again! Do you smell the chance? Pepsi will not set you up! The man will not set you down! America! America! Again! America!

Days of Nowhere

2006-12-02T11:37:00.000+06:30

Biminim has a journey to a nowhere land of bars. The sky of November? Not for Biminim. The land of America--oh, how your sweet Britney Spears and your NASCAR zooms in an inward spiral of pop and thunder--calls to Biminim, "Hey, man writer! Come on!" The law must have papers for a profit of travel. The man of furniture in the ways of flying wants ducats. The government cries, "Holla! Do you spend words against our mighty ways?" "Eh?" Slam slam. Personal solicitor, Taung En Chaik, voyaging to Phuket, returns upon the moon. With papers of supplication, he removes Biminim. Oh, the sky of December!!

Art Hoist!

2006-10-31T19:28:00.000+06:30

Arty writer man say, "This painting was on display in the museum's French wing, where there were also priceless works by Monet, Renoir, Gauguin, Manet, Picasso, and Matisse. With such pickings to choose from, the theft puzzled investigators." But Biminim see reason! Do you?

A New Curds?

2006-10-27T12:31:00.000+06:30

America will not satay the curds? Mouthman of Washington, Ladies and Gentlemens, Mr. Tony Snow, gives new words to that freedom fight against the Turr. No satay curds! Are satay curds with bad flavor? Hmmm. The excellent word picture for new motions: A Table of Thyme! Mr. Tony Snow will place to the palate of the Wreckis: taste this new word picture. Taste it, taste it.

I Will Give You a Whisper

2006-10-20T11:55:00.000+06:30

In Biminim there are nine sad stories. Did you want the time to listen to some lost sad things? Oh,okay, I will give you one tale. I call it "Terrible Heart of Sad Weeping if the Bicycle." In a traveling world, a man is young and other ways. Oldness. Putrescence. Adolphescence. The heart of a man has to want stuff. Sigh. I love an bicycle. Madly. I ride the simile of wind! All sad tales have sadness. Here comes that rascal man, that bicycle luster. Tip tip toe. Click. "Father, where can my bicycle go?" "Eat your bowl of rice, Biminim." Listen across time to a broken ventricle. A father weeps for wheels.

Secrets of Thailand!

2006-10-20T11:42:00.000+06:30

Okay, the American people: in the Biminim umbilical country, that Thailand, all the people come for sexables. Donnerd Rumpskin likes an old head and long lady bosoms and then find at least one love jones. He cam to the beach of Phuket and he walk with a juicy thigh. Sometime a man from Norweden or Dentherlands see that things and say, "Mmmm. Uh huh." He strokes that sand with eager feet to capture Donnerd by the Rumpskin. That has a strong wind to it.

100 Reasons for American Love #93

2006-10-20T10:37:00.000+06:30

Did the Viking discovers America? Oh, on what time? Ha ha ha. I give you a small goat. Hey! It is 31derful flavs! He is always with the mad beat and that sparkle smile. To all Americans of Africa: Fight the Powder!

Scarey Hirry!

2006-10-20T10:27:00.000+06:30

Nephew Nim grabs American politic fever. "Jumping the bones of money, uncle," are his words. "The head of the power opens as a quick Thai bumping beetle." Repubican is that dance for him. "Open tuna for every person of less than blackie! Die scarey Hirry Crimpton Centaur of York, evil evil evil batch. Sexfriend Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) will have a testical fit in your pasty face." Careful, Nim! Splendid Conquers hides a while.

Hello, Friend!

2006-10-20T09:43:00.000+06:30

Behold! Animal friend I call Splendid Conquers, the Biminim pet. That helmet of Ghengis: that is a mighty mojo for a splendid furry. In a long time Biminim hears the song on that alley weigh. Is a monkey dying? No. Does the weasel sprains? Negative. It is a conquer kitty of the mouse. Rawr rawr! Behold! Tiny cat of pussy--Splendid Conquers!

100 Reasons for American Love #94

2006-10-13T10:10:00.000+06:30

Taste it in your brain? Nyquil gives the happy nightime of velvet dream. Warning! Do not take before the abattoir field trippings. rfd

Ssssshhh! Don't break secrets at the Kim Jungle!

2006-10-13T09:59:00.000+06:30

Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) slap a hand to wood. "No, Kim Jungle! No adam bum in you!" Secret mission training for that angry person. A sky mission with a sheet and sneakers make the mission silent and trendy. Here comes a bullet with Kim Jungle riding.

Cars!

2006-10-13T09:46:00.000+06:30

In America, cars want to drive! Yeah, they want that zooming to the action. They will drive the wet sexy streets of that metropolitan. Groove on, the car! They want boxes of American stuff! That place is far? NO! The car will zoom a person or a dog. American car, Japanese car, German car, all those cars make a person or a dog say, "Gimme that thing!"

The Evil Man to Americans TV

2006-10-13T00:51:00.000+06:30

Howard the Mandrill is one man of sin. Holy American Fatman, will he strike him? On the TV Howard the Mandrill brings sexy sex ladies with shiny number boxes. To the innocent: choose! Numbers numbers numbers. Slippery friends to the innocent shout, "No Deer! No Deer!" The innocent jump and squiggles. Dancing dollars in the head eye proliferate kingdoms of kingdoms of American stuff. "Deer!" shout Biminim. "Deer!" shout Nim. One perky innocent, she jump and squiggles. She says, "No Deer!" and danced her. Sigh. $196,000 of loss; $750 of gain. A long journey in silence begin with one step of sin.

Nokia Really Haves the Bum?

2006-10-12T09:17:00.000+06:30

Donnerd Rumpskin. His words are saying, "Kim Jungle haves the bum. Huh. Evil guitars are numbered. One, Two, Three. Iwreck. Irum. Nokia. Gorge, his words to the whirl: one, two, three. Hmmmm."

Nephew Nim the Tricker!

2006-10-12T08:49:00.000+06:30

Nephew Nim the funmaster of Thailand! As the small person: ants in bad places? Where that Nim? Ha ha ha! Nephew Nim send to Biminim photo. Michael Jackson as small person. Ha ha ha, Nim! Tricker!

Soak and Drown!

2006-10-12T08:33:00.000+06:30

Man Coulter (not asking; not telling) puts her face in music. Nokia and Kim Jungle haves the bum. Oh! Pain of head! Oh! Pain of feet! No sorrow: King Bear's marinate for her nasty toes. Then, the cheer! Kim Jungle who?

Kim Jungle Have the Bum?

2006-10-11T21:53:00.000+06:30

Donnerd Rumpskin hears the words: Kim Jungle, Nokia Fatman of Power, haves the bum. Kim Jungle haves the bum? Will Kim Jungle share his adam bum? Will he produce to the Islam men of Iwreck the bum?

Hung Sings to Nokia Fatman Kim Jungle

2006-10-11T21:21:00.000+06:30

He Bangs! He Bangs!
Oh, Baby
When he bangs, he bangs
World go crazy
'Cause he look like baby, but he bang
like a man
Like every power man in history with bum
He bangs! He bangs!

100 Reasons for American Love #95

2006-10-11T20:00:00.000+06:30

If edibility equals existence, then Biminim is cherry EMT!

Nim has the correct words!

2006-10-11T10:20:00.000+06:30

These are the words of the Nim sexfriend Man Coulter. (Not asking, not telling.) To love the bum? Nim has the correction. Good tidings to whirl Man Coulter has privacy of bum loving. What that smells? The bum.

American Funny Fatman

2006-10-11T09:30:00.000+06:30

Johns Belushi is the dead man. Johns Candy is the dead man. Chris's Farley is the dead man. Fat laughers are the price of the belly death. Now is the new American Funny Fatman! Ho ho ho! Ladies and Gentlemens, Karr Loathe!

Nephew Nim

2006-10-11T09:14:00.000+06:30

Nephew Nim is son of the brother of the Biminim. Lucky Nim live in America! He has the sexfriend Man Coulter (right). (Not asking, not telling.) Nim tells the uncle that Man Coulter carries many pounds. Ha! Nim say him and Man will visit to Myanmar to uncle Bim. Nim tells Biminim that Man loves the bum, but not the Nokia bum of Kim Jungle. Okay.

The Best!

2006-10-11T08:56:00.000+06:30

The doctor has the bad news to Biminim. "Give the bad news, doctor," says this man to him the doctor. "It is the bad foot disease. Nasty toe." Biminim sigh for existence of Foot Wizard of Manhattan. "What will bring me safety?" "The only one of the cure is bubbling toe marinate." Biminim try and try the cures of old fashion medicine. No, it does not bring work! No, it does not bring work! But only the relief of one! King Bear. Put all them toes in. Leave them toes to the bubble. Relief! Praise it! And drinks it!

100 Reasons for American Love #96

2006-10-10T23:12:00.000+06:30

See James administer the flaming axe punish, for the purple haze has brained him! What are we experienced? Genius!

100 Reasons for American Love #97

2006-10-10T08:07:00.000+06:30

In America there is whirl time. Fast time, slow time, tweener time. Whirl time. Who has the best for time? Not in Nokia. Ever time Kim Jungle time. America will get Kit Kat time on the cock crow. That is jazzy time! That is rock time! Rock and role Kit Kat Clock!

Rice-A-Roni!

2006-10-10T07:52:00.000+06:30

Wild Rice

After the manner of Sisqo

Wild rice, wild rice!
tongue of my heart tasting
you. I will put butter in a
happy pot of you.
Wild rice grows in the water,
the water. Wild rice!
Wild rice is cooking that water,
that water. Wild rice!
Can Biminim tame your
brainy grains? Oh ho,
let him bring Asian butter.
Grrrrrr! Steam
and mound of brown grains
in thong of starch
with man butter of Asia.

Loving Nokia Kim Adam Bum!

2006-10-10T07:45:00.000+06:30

This is Hag. He is holy American fatman, two. Fire! Brimsbone! Pork lips! Adam bums give him teak for terror. The whirl is full of all the bad people to die in Pork Lips. He has the hairtender of Kim Jungle, do you brain it with Biminim? Give eyeballs to them. He says to the Nokia Kim, "Bad Kim! Yay, adam bum! Bring the Pork Lips!" Hag does no dancing.

Dizzy Gillespie of the Bum!

2006-10-10T06:49:00.000+06:30

Here are the Kim Jungle, the Nokia fatman, master of the Nokia bum. Why Nokia loves the adam bum? It is no dancing in Nokia, no frosten-bitten phallus, no Nascar, no Monster Thickburger, no pork rinds. Why, Kim Jungle? Kim love the bum.

Uh-oh.

2006-10-09T20:12:00.000+06:30

What that smell? Nokia have the Bum! All fatmen of America cannot stop Nokia from get the Bum! All their Bum are belong to them!

100 Reasons for American Love #98

2006-10-09T20:00:00.000+06:30

Invalidate comparisons between cycling explosions of Arctic and Antarctic! Will toungue taste insensate crystals of sugar-molten morsels minted in melted minds of dwarves? Eureka! The frosten-bitten phallus demands the warm, which Biminim will provide! Will you watch if you cannot taste? Oh, to waste time watching while others are tasting! Only in America!

Meat Porno for Holy Fatman of America

2006-10-09T07:22:00.000+06:30

Hey, he will not grunt with a sex lady. That crazyhead liquor is not his lust pie. Do the Hustler? Uh Uh. He only eats. Holy Fatman of America has the mind grunt for the big meat. What is the punish? Same for baby smash? No! Same for sex picture? No! There is no dollar punish for the mouthmeat.

100 Reasons for American Love #99

2006-10-08T10:33:00.000+06:30

The Hustler? The Frug? Lindbergh's Hop? The M*A*S*H Potato? Do you have the jitterybug? (Don't drink the water in Mexico! ha ha ha) America: you make my foot cavort with my foot and friends. Everybody dance! Except . . . Holy American Fatman. He only eats.

King of Satanic Fatmen of America!

2006-10-08T07:12:00.000+06:30

Remember you the shot heard round the girls? Satanic fatman down! Satanic fatman down! Remember you Holy American Fatman v. Satanic Fatman, Thurgood's Marshall stack proclaiming kinship of all fatmen forever? Whore, you say? Remember you Courtney's Hole? Biminim does!

Norm!

100 Reasons for American Love #100

2006-10-08T04:25:00.000+06:30

America. Biminim will be your love slave. He will make a list of his love for all your spangled waves and grain. The first number it is the number last number of 100, to count upwards. That is pork rinds. Take that pig, kill that pig, put his fat in the hotter oil! Salt! Snacks for road trip with fatmen! Mmmm. My mouth faucets of saliva.

Road Trip!

2006-10-08T02:48:00.000+06:30

Will America have peace of fatmen? Go to the road trip for these men and do camping with a place for the Group Hug. Radio Blaster. Fat Hastert. Holy Fatman. The Ted Kennedys. Bring the football fatman for driver: Johns Maddened! And have some room for snacks!

I Have Hard Love for America!

2006-10-07T06:30:00.000+06:30

Are there words? There are no words. I weep only in love. America gives Jackass to the world.

Why, Mr. Teds Turnder, Why?

2006-10-07T06:11:00.000+06:30

The home to the CNN is the Atlanta. Mr. Teds Turnder runs the CNN? So to ask Mr. Teds Turnder, Why? Months of the year pass like rolling stones, but where is Myanmar? To Mr. Teds Turnder I give the words: Fat Hastert! Holy Fatman of America! The Foley! And etseltzera. All the news not Myanmar. Where the Visa Christs are not slaying Biminim, he will go to CNN and give Mr. Teds Turdner the word: Myanmar!

National Anthem of Myanmar!

2006-10-06T22:40:00.000+06:30

Sing with Biminim!

Fur Awaits Me!

2006-10-06T19:52:00.000+06:30

I will sign books for it cannot read!

Will the Real Ray Charles Please Chute Up?

2006-10-06T19:39:00.000+06:30

Oh, the naysaying nabobs of netherworld would have Biminim believe that peaches are rotten with heroin and hate! How Hollywood babbles on! Amphetamines, please! The brownness of Biminim will triumph above VISA Christs and warlords!

Kansas?

Georgia!

Pining for Peach

2006-10-06T08:37:00.000+06:30

The taste of Big Apple is quencher for my tongue. Slurp. Now I pine for juicy peach. Oh, Atlanta! The good friend of this word wrangler, Kurtis Davidson, gives red rug. To percolate in the juices of verbists great and large. To Atlanta to confer! If the VISA Christs relent! Oh, if we give dollars to the Holy Fatman of America, will he prey for Biminim?

Break the News! Chinlision!

2006-10-06T03:03:00.000+06:30

When chins collide, do you surprise at injuries to that fatman of least chin? Behold, Hollywood fatman!

Unholy Fatman Wounds Chin!

2006-10-06T00:30:00.000+06:30

Acting with inevitable hasty, fines accrue for leading Unholy Fatman of America! But how can chin secretes be secretes when chin is seen? The hardness of teak, as scene, damages public sphere and multiplicity of chin music!

Botox?

VISA Is Where Biminim Desires!

2006-10-05T21:44:00.000+06:30

Feel the palpitations of Biminim through superhighway tendons! At least the word has arrived in eventuality! America! The words of Kurtis Davidson reach Biminim that he may come for being Biminim! If the VISA Christs will not slay him. If the acts of patriots recognize the admiration of the patriotic. If I permit, will you cheer with me?

Original Fatman of Butter!

2006-10-05T21:40:00.000+06:30

Manual of hands available!

Gynocophallic!

2006-10-05T21:19:00.000+06:30

Where has the wait gone?

The Greatest Rush of Them All!

2006-10-05T21:06:00.000+06:30

Do you wail with me?

Smooth Like Buttah

2006-10-05T20:43:00.000+06:30

This Asian man does not intolerate the lactate! Is that holy man of cheese! Ladies and Gentlemens, The Reverent Sun Myung Moon!

King of Political Fatmen!

2006-10-05T20:22:00.000+06:30

Who is mightier than the Ted Kennedys? Fat Hastert? No! Radio Blaster? No! Holy Fatman of America? Hmmmm. In the Butter Pit, the Ted Kennedys rascals the Holy Fatman of America. Who wins? Not the butter!

Belligerent Fatman of America Fails Teak Test!

2006-10-05T19:27:00.000+06:30

That radio blaster, he is fighting gynecofascists! Scarlett makes Biminim weak of knee. Do lady meat peddlers make the radio blaster weak of teak?

King of Political Teak!

2006-10-05T19:06:00.000+06:30

How can one review such teak beyond taking measure of its hardness?

Bring Your Own Teak 1.0

2006-10-04T20:23:00.000+06:30

Yes, Biminim will pay the fine of the holy fatman, $250 (top), $500 (bottom)!

Break the News! The Foley Blames the Holy Fatman!

2006-10-04T19:42:00.000+06:30

The Foley point that finger at the holy fatman. "J'Accuse! You have buffed my teak with liquor!" But the holy fatman does not do the dancing. He does not do the liquor. He only eats.

He Will Run Down Holy Fatmen!

2006-10-04T19:32:00.000+06:30

More facial hair that Ricky Bobby and more reality! Who can slay the dragoons of holy fatmen, folly and hasty and hairless? The intimator of an iron horse of teak! Until Ricky Bobby vetoes these hillocks of hairless power--BRAM!--with his Academy Award protruding, we will make allowances for the past possibility of intimation! For Congress! For College President! To protect and project the precious teak of our childhood phantasms!

Kansas!

Buff Thine Own Teak!

2006-10-04T19:19:00.000+06:30

The holy fatman of America delivers words. These words to say:
"This is the teak of the fatman of power in the power temple, the Fat Hastert."
"Consider my teak, how it shines. My left hand is resting. $50 buffs my teak. I pay selfishly, selflessly."
"I have more chins than Asia."
"Worship my graven chins."
"And I shall nestle my nether chins upon a throne of teak!"

Throne of Teak!

2006-10-04T18:25:00.000+06:30

For the first millenium, Biminim exacerbates tongue power!

Every Boy Has a Fantasy!

2006-10-04T18:23:00.000+06:30

Oh! To frolic with Anna Nicole's Smith (version 1.0) and the holy fatmen on the teak dock!

Simile! Fatman of Power and the Power Temple!

2006-10-04T11:34:00.000+06:30

I love American words and sentences. Enjoy with me the simile! Many ways before I do not brain the word picture, "Big as a house." Now I do!

Dueling Fatmen!

2006-10-04T11:26:00.000+06:30

The American fatman of Power, Fat Hastert, he does not prey on Foley! His shout of rebuttal can shake the butter of the holy fatman of America. If he makes Foley pay for sins with dollars to the Power Temple, cannot Foley stay? No! He will hit Foley. What is the sound of one hand spanking teak?

Holy American Fatman!

2006-10-04T07:14:00.000+06:30

After the dollars for the sins, the Holy American Fatman preys for the Foley! He is the Dizzy Gillespie of preying! When he preys with a very hard, he makes a smell of old sweet butter that does not smell any sweetness.

No More Mickey for America!

2006-10-04T06:52:00.000+06:30

Leave not your sons alone with Uncle Walt lest they sit on his lap in his enchanted room without pigskin!

Yes, Hide Them!

2006-10-04T06:36:00.000+06:30

It makes the skin to quiver. Fear. Trepidation. A man runs with the hide of the pig and seeks to trim youngsters!

Hide Your Sons!

2006-10-04T05:51:00.000+06:30

Talking About Touching Teak

2006-10-04T03:15:00.000+06:30

BRAM! $250 dollars for you, Mr. Foley at the College of the Holy Fatman of America!

Movies Creating Motions With Me

2006-10-04T00:07:00.000+06:30

Oh, this is not me, either! But oh, how I wish to be the racey man named Ricky Bobby!

America, your land of race cars makes the men of Myanmar wish "vroom!" This motion of pictures, Tales of the French Night, are the box hit of Myanmar on DVD. Also are the women who admiring facial hairs of the Ricky. Tickle tickle! Another raced movie with Tim Cruise he was called Cold Pickle. And his race car went into Nicole's Kidman. Ha ha ha! I love the sister of Nicole's Kidman--Anna Nicole's Smith. Except not in her now old days.

Soul patch!

College in America!

2006-10-03T23:59:00.000+06:30

America! I love the freedom of your turbulent lands. But as goes Myanmar, "In spring, the turtlebird flies and wheezes." So the young people will also fly--except for rules! Rules keep our wings turgid! I see the college of the holy fatman (Ha ha ha! He is up there, puffing like the mating turtlebird!) has rules for the students who (try to) wheeze. If the college of the holy fatman has that bad word on student, BRAM! There goes the punish! Get the baby? BRAM! Get the baby smash? BRAM! Cheat on those test? BRAM! Touch your teak? BRAM! Touch the teak of another? BRAM! Have a fun conversate with another talk about touching teak of another? Ha ha ha! BRAM! on you! Bowling for Dollars of punish! In Myanmar, yes is also the BRAM! to punish the wheezers. But the Myanmar college will not have dollars because the wheezers die. Myanmar is not wise to the holy fatman of America.

This is not me!

2006-10-03T23:15:00.000+06:30

It has come to my pleasure that those of you among us are confusing Biminim with Eminem. As though this may be the truth, please stop!

My Poetry Is an Open Door!

2006-10-03T21:45:00.000+06:30

If I may shed the anonymity of modesty, I will in the eventuality of art introduction. Though there can be only one Jim Morrison, and though we are far beyond the land of English-to-English untranslation, I will, on the occasions, share the musings of the stillborn poet.

Pimp Juiceless

for Nelly

My fluids are gone, all gone,
Both my love fluids
And my fluids that matter not at all.
Where have you taken my fluids, girl?
Far, far from Myanmar,
Whose leading exports are rice and teak?

America! Do you feel with me?

Anna Nicole

2006-10-03T19:46:00.000+06:30

Do you weep with me?

Color Me, Scarlett!

2006-10-03T19:22:00.000+06:30

Hooray for the Esquires who have recognized the supremacy of female form and judgment!

If only America's other actresses would spend two years each astride Woody Allen, they might receive similarities!

The Wonderful Word of Welcome!

2006-10-02T05:09:00.000+06:30

Hello to all of you, especially the Americans of my admiration!
My name is Biminim Strimpoonanamam, originally of the recently reorganized Thailand, late of Myanmar, forever heartstrung of America!

I will share with you my love of culture, my love of literature, and my love of love!

Kansas!

Do you love with me?