Why does Superman
dress up like
Clark Kent?

It is a question that has plagued philosophers since they agreed to disagree on the importance of skepticism to the field.

Radico-syndicalist-diatribes speak of the dual sexual nature of the sub-latent mind (the part that thinks about "the nuts.") They point out that superman wears tights around the house, and out on missions where he battles, to help the overwhelmed enemy feel uncomfortable.

It was the humiliation that did the most damage to the crooks, and to some extent, the thugs.

Bell-Simmons followers say it is indicative of the "proto-Somoan" dichotomy of up/down, this/that, awake/asleep, in the bathroom/not in the bathroom parallex on the pivot table that is the fulcrum of man. What they are on, we can only partially guess.

Did you get turned on?
No, it was just with,
just with a little girl.
There was sweat, and
parts where it was clean.

Was she barefoot?

And she comes over
And she puts her mouth
on my neck,
And she wetted it
And I was petrified.

This was the poem sent in by the faculty of the University of Minnesota, in response to the question. They listened to too much Zeppelin and Tull when they were just discovering Hegel.

Also: How could Superman's shoelaces keep back his mighty feet from bursting out of the shoes every time he walked.

We walk around
a garage
Contemplating that
God
had more in common
with a car
than me.

The innocent Mrs. Duff
Sits tied to the railway
In her easy chair.
A brick wall falls.
Ritual Shots are fired
we see the rope
being untied.
Then the man who
dresses two different ways
says something smart
there's a whistling noise
and then he's in his underwear
on a surfboard
being driven 60 miles per
hour on the roof
of a van

FDR
could kick
his ass
with his wheel chair
air waves
flying through

the war (Capt. Vernables)
the suit
the office
the cape

could they make
a toilet so strong
to sustain his
mighty might
or might not

can a cloth
restrain,
retain
his snot?

conquering
theseven
deadly sins

on instructions
of my government

upton sinclaire
the garage
is full
of books.

We found a picture of a

Hospital Rodeo.

Hollywood Drips: Part One
BY TROY NEW YORK

The Scanner
BY STEVE DE LA STEVE

The Great American Pastime
BY CHRISTOPHER CURRY

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