Jerry Lee Lewis — Hernando's Hideaway DEAR CECIL HARRELSON, Thanks for giving your best friend Jerry Lee Lewis, that Killer nickname, but when Harlem Globetrotters nicknamed 'Curly', IT'S BECAUSE HE WAS BALD! Not half-CHIA Memphis 1991 video playlist, pharaonic tribute carved by @mrjyn

Arguably, and God knows, Van Morrison (Official)​ risen, can argue a blue-streak ...

Ask Linda Gail Lewis,​ unknown, unless 70s niche famous sister singers true Daily Double was your Cat. jam on Jeopardy, the swung, high-end sister, mostly unlike via brother anyone to survive, formatively, years and tell, her story of his nominative determinism (and I give people a hard time about astrology), with one detail of hers added which steels the show, like just adding Mace or Six Spice:  her impossibly TWO-TIMES OF EIGHT WHEN HER MARRIED NAME WAS LINDA LOVELACE! at least, pertaining to the Killer's un-self-appellated scaremongering, wholly gotta unshaken goin' slightly undeterred, dire preordaining predicatively, funereal, unboxed, out the in out-box cum 'KILLER,'  if you will. 

DEAR CECIL HARRELSON,

     Thanks for giving your best friend in Ferriday, Jerry Lee Lewis that nickname, Killer. 

But, when Harlem Globetrotters name someone Curly, IT'S USUALLY BECAUSE they are BALD! 

 BUT,

as Maya Angelou says,

'When someone tells you something, BELIEVE THEM!' 

Signed,

Jaren Gunn Pate and Shawn Michelle Stephens nee Lewis

unsegregated, sound-a-look-alike agnostics, unbridled longings answerable to Chuck Berry's narrator interlocutor, eponymous; race music because there was a fire, racial injustice, sexual revolution, interracial inequalities qualitative, quantitative, protest cultivated by, and closeted for his undeterred, unerring ardor shared by the other hebephiliac in the barn. 

WHO'S BARN?  MY BARN. 

Another lover of young white pussy, fronting asses for backdoor passes, heading,  feet flying in the air, hey diddle diddle, playin' his fiddle, glad handed (seen the finger, rhythm fretting reach of those? Like ringin' a bell, bitch),  "Brown Eyed Handsome Man"'s question, unblinkingly priced-to-sell during racial revolutions tell, both seamlessly rhymed, rounding third, heading home, no hotbox en situ from which, Warden, to escape, slides low, three and "o", in a new coffee-colored Cadillac, underway, under that drunk-ass white man and his interracial radar, who probably just rode in while Berry was on top, smashing that white creampie wife from   bottom, between those two cakes,  touncomplaining top-- ilk, no cookies, please, and with extreme prejudice,  redundant reactionaries, MC5 meet Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry, kick out some jams, motherfucker, roll it over, Beethoven, for him, with him, and tell Van Morrison the news: there's a 'Brown Eyed Girl,' in his bed, in perfect attendance, getting up, going to class, studying hardly, gettin' that ass,  learning about  Marlo [sic] of Venus, who lost both her arms to a brown-eyed handsome, gender-specific person, and his/her ass too, via a wrestlin' match. 

Jerry Lee Lewis — Hernando's Hideaway Memphis 1991 video playlist, pharaonic tribute carved by Doug Meet

conservatively composed appears Bakley, her allocation slept-on a Wurlitzer, caretakered by a man whose perfect centurion guitar's longevity   so-named him myself, by  session on Mathe's dime, I record Linda, Doug Easley  records us, and shows yonder, voyeur says,

'what, goddess?'

goddess. yes, you about it? 

 

Ah, no meat? 

Liz van den Berg, where are you tonight?

Do you put on a set or pull one
off? 

Are you back in the city? 

 

I got the Porsche because your brother said you wanted it. 

 

It's neon green!

MISS Brook's Rd. luxurious, omelette-colored, sister, motherhumper too,
inherited four-year-old conspiratorial wonder, nigousine black  channel 

35° 13 ′23.

So-called session, Linda records, describes so-called session Mathe booked and so-called I produced.

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somewhere, slogan inspired undoubtedly and command slept house-Wurlitzer

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confident tour easy weep designs Huart-Colley H&C constantly created
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Histologists, Witwatersrand, bookshelves republicanism, probably nervous,

nervous, cold, strong, sexually nervous, nervous.

It's neon green! root goddess. yes, what do you like about it? Ah, not

meat? Liz van den Berg, where are you tonight? Do you put on a set of

pull someone else out? Are you back in the city? I fit the Porsche

because your brother said you wanted a. It's neon green!

loyalty produces rock, so-called, from so-called histologists

cold strong sexual nervous with love and devotion—sphinx

Meatwad: Enchiladitos…They make you wanna eat 'em!

Meatwad: Hey, Carl.
Carl: Hey, hey, hey, just the man I wanted to see. I done heard
through the grape vine that someone won a big prize recently.

Meatwad: Yup, I won two tickets to the Super Ball.

Carl: No, it's, it's "Bowl." It's cute that you said that 'cause

you's a frickin' idiot.

[At night, Shake smiles at Meatwad in his room. He grabs a gutter from
behind him and turns his smile into a frown]

Shake: I didn't leave my keys in here. Silly! Uh, this must be the
wrong...PLACE!

[Carl busts in after Shake tries to keep him out]
Carl: Get your meat ass out here and have some fun with me!

Meatwad: Why do you have those oven mitts on?
Shake: I'm not touching you skin-to-skin! I mean, it's extra
padding, it's for your pleasure
Meatwad: I'm not entirely comfortable with the level of asbestos in
these mitts
Shake: Just take deep breaths...breathe it in and die! Give me those
tickets!

Meatwad: Yep, Super Bowls are fun. We got braggin' rights this year.

Number One.

Shake: Who?

Meatwad: Number One.

Shake: Who's Number One?

Meatwad: I don't know.

Shake: You don't know…because you went to a fucking farm, you

fucking imbecile!

[Meatwad leaves]

Shake: Get back here! You cost me my one chance! I GOT FUCKING

DIABETES AND CANCER BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!

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