Coming to grip the grains of my hands on the wheel while driving home hopefully a Tesla Roadster soon, having known Elon Musk in 2005 on the phone when he actually said to me, replying, him replying and saying “Yeah, we’re friends.”
EEEK Douglas Dangling Dangalong singing a chorus recipe read-sheet lyrics emanated from Douglas’ mouth, brushed and flossed with a flashy disco-ball shining brightly, the ceiling be where the lights be, to say hi and goodbye to the probably a China-man trying to get my personal information, with CashApp so beware this application from a communist community cackling like a Crow’s feet line, a whisky WRINKLE, to crinkle with a Sprinkle of “crack” I see my wee-wee making a tinkle, with Bells on Twinkle Twinkle Hayleigh Noel the “hopeful” Hollywood star, with engines starting- they’re sparking solenoids starting starter-engines of in between the seats, there sits a Console, and to me, Console Dan, I’m sorry to be rude, to HIM, DAN BESSE, he’s “The Man” once having the most beautiful girl of her whole class, he’s into humping Jessy Besse’s proverbial “Booty” and Dan would frown if he had Down’s… But this while I hope his son is well and a good little boy to his Father, of Fresh Prince — the Marquis and Besse names — being Elevated with me surrounded by legitimately mentally-retarded people, where, here, there are 2 mentally-retarded Patients… And now onto my parents, Wayne ’n’ Deborah Marquis where they have all of my keys to the doors, some security here??? I WANT more locking doors, to not let anyone do bad shit in my Apartment…
The lyrics HARD and rocking out to Benny & The Hyper-Sonic Missiles, the Jets, hard rocking in a whittled whiskers “Wicker” couch belonging to Elon and Ripley where I think I have money in dogElon crypto-currencies, that “Young—not really—Rich—yeah—and Flashey…” with what wondrous wonders of who but me wonders to see, so ever so, so ever so, peacefully…
SO EVER SO VERY PEACEFUL NOW!