Joan Unhesitatingly Said

"I never read a good flarf poem," said Joan, in a low voice and musingly.”but you might don't know my chinese name.” We were told that a few days after her sentencing the Judge went to Joan's cell for a visit. “You don't have to know flarf to fully hate it,” says Joan. The judge used a male enhancement pump, shaved and oiled his nether region, and pleasured himself. “Not only do I have to master flarf, I also have to finish some book about a guy who turns into a bug.” Valerio’s answer to this one went to the core of the problem: Joan's too formal for a woman. “I had a heavy, deep feeling in my chest and could not get comfortable," Joan says. Joan's not so lucky; she gets caught; she then trips. “I've always enjoyed poetry (and prose) that takes an established sequence that means nothing to me,” a stoned Joan advised Dylan.“This is 'Snuggles', my little bluebird, and here’s the rutabaga you always ask for.” Joan smiles a fake smile at Iris, who takes off again. The cashier tells her she forgot the milk. "Nothing is on my mind. I always understood that poetry was at least half about My Photo.” But just as Joan lays out dating rules for her teen poetry students, Luke says to Kevin, "Dude…you missed, like, the greatest show.” Joan, just a few feet away, slides into a size 14 pair of jeans. “When we were young, I thought we were in the age of having good children.” Joan went to him whom she called her king and that was inspiring "Do you expect stupid people to love you?” Joan then curses England, and she is led away