Squash the surroundings to big and BIGGER “bearings” being benign and newly fresh—to the surface-ing of a fancy laden couch potato to SING and dance—sans, them under-panties to set the Willy Free—lewd behaviors of mental fuck-up’s I see, it here, and I fear—as to being assaulted here for a fourth or of a fiftyith time
Get addle in the saddle of a bucking (motherfucking) Bronco of the Bills, paying some serious Beans to be seen, by me $,$$$,$$$ — or should I say, I just may, announce here first, that “Friends Plus Benefits” typing people play Scrabble when sentences unannounced and unanswered, your prayers- you to blame being that I don’t ever Resurrect Jesus Christ’s Polaroid in a frame of me prescribed and medicated so as I appear of insanity no banal catastrophe, here at “Averte” when, when, when me thirsty for the ink from a peppery printed Pen—Mont Blanc, blanked, BANKED, while “BAKED” not anymore—my parents stopped at the CBD store—today when I said, “Hey” and how ya doing, but not to my offspring—I know I have toddlers but KEPT SECRET… when they have been hidden as only children—like Ember showed me her Parmesan Caesar-ing incision of skin’s spacial separation, as per my interrogation—I wanted PROOF as her hooves done dug into my ‘mentals’ of Iron Ore investments of 2013 or 2014—my profits I will probably next never see—my Dad took away my Stocks in Tesla, Amazon, and on and on and ON—as my Knight takes a single Passerby Pawn- to be shopped and bought, like I dig CBD, my parents bring me—got it from my Mom—she’s caring for me in all possibility of negating myself—with an Elf on a Shelf to be kept secret by Mother’s a, breaded BROAD iron casket caked sold at the Market Basket in Oxford, MA where I’ve shooped and shopped to extents unlimited—not any longer at the inferior Big Y super-market, thanks to that gay druggie fucker, Alex K. I think he should be smothered like none other, in his slope of spelt sleep Sunday night at the 3 a.m. hour, he tasted his own shit, sucking it off of my Saint John’s teacher’s DICK!
Alex K., A phantasmal PHARMACEUTICAL STEROIDS “BIG-TIME” anabolicminds.com longtime member named “Dieseltwin” also on AIM, the when he wished for bodybuilding type ‘o’ fame it seems to be, ignoring his mental awareness of slight “genius” but to only get butt-fucked by an older age SICKO, sticking stirred with stirrup’s on upon the inspection of a small “erection” all erect and Alex K. (Dieseltwin) been gone LOSER that Alex, the younger brother of his beautiful Jewish sister “Michelle”—her closed off with no clothes on (!!!) she’s all gone and married to Justin Gewandter—I hate the “Breaking Bad” I’ve seen every episode at night, with albeit the main meth-cooker “A ‘Walter White’” who made it rich with chef-inspired “Meth Cookery”—his crotchety criminality—like Alex and his own P.O. Box!
Boxes of bullions, buckets of profits, I just bought some silver, that drilled iron splices, splinters, in my fingers—the dangers of working “Shop”—blades sharp enough to sever and CUT MY CACOPHONOUS grin while I win the much amounts of money—still saving for my hunny of beautiful buns—her butt, to be inside of and having so much fun-times galore, doing her like an Arab whore—there’s more spermed and spammed worries—I’VE NEVER HAD HERPES!—for the life of me, as that would be post-haste what a waste of clean private pleasantries, that Justine my hun, in those buns of fudge-packed lovin’—never having a kid with me, when I would be so un-jubilantly, and Jews control Wall Street of dollars and dimes—all the Time.com with that “Parthenogenesis” dancing deep-ticking, all a sing-song to live long while LIVESTRONG bracelets, and let me see, what the Fortune 500 will make me Brought goodness in riches, but leaving a negro hex in stitches, him bereft of all, his wealth is so small like a coded fraud- what a Sad Sod to OD like Dead Dave did while he was locked up and feeling probably HANDS CUFFED, so “Dead Dave The Heroin and Liquor SLAVE”—spick ’n’ span all across the USA land—owned by whites-only and no colored-pencils, I went $2 in a bill to take a multivitamin pill, along with a Zoloft 3x a day and Xanax that gives me a hey-day wave—hating the HIV African niggers, they all own firearms, where in the Ghetto there’s no field-days for the Malt SLAVES—no grass and no lawns, The Projects buildings and on welfare, farewell you niggers, I say, so cap yourself with a pull of the wiggers!
I bought one of these 1-ounce silver going coins on the J.M. Bullion for my Initials in a “bull market”
To turn a Dime into a Dollar?
To turn a Dollar into a Diamond?
Of the Or all I know is that 1 ounce of Silver is $19.60 and I bought a Smiley Coin! =)