Pop-Rocks and worn once Polo socks, akin to the advancedchillen.com I ran, sometime ago, this I know, having chosen Elon Musk with a velociraptor’s Tusk of emanored Ivory to be worn, I could have sworn, those Polo socks at my ankles L-and-R to stride right with a tipsy-turvy bumble(bee) my glutes, golfers gulping Gatorade, when I ne’er folly to stumble- whether at that bar I once lived adjacent too, with Jason Chase, down the street, no stream to be seen, aside from the yellow stream, only I would see, and saw, with Guinness at that bankrupt and erupted, the bar, I would treat Heather, poorly, and nightly, sipping the Gin THAT NOW I DRINK 1% MILK- NOT “SKIM” to skipping through my par golfer Tiger, crashed his car, his career potential and squandered like a glass of white (not wine!) milky Golden Calf’s meadows of delicious chocolate milk, I think, pondering my own potent vim to grin with I don’t think I ever sin, albeit with Google prodding me onwards, and without a mental hospital stay, stay with me here at the lofty internet, I don’t think I belong in a Psycho’s words to be seen, his misspelled middle-name of “Thaddeus”—what a rush to read the phpBB I copied the name of a forum, his essays, I read most of ‘em, misled name, Memento’s insane, “Who is Mary Jane?” and I took the Melanin-excrutiating Ford Focus and Fiesta- come 5am I take a late-night “Siesta” when I moreso and food fed with good intentions of “STEP-mom” I’m into the tone-deaf women in their 30’s to take the cake when Justine bit my C talk — I was bitten and she was forgiven as I would once a year call her “Tiff” and she one time only, well, she bit me down south oh ouch and ICK! So to see a doctor, Justine the jaw-breakers jaw-worker with a twisted spoon Goodnight Moonstruck, a girl had a baby, oh mother to say, “Your choice to be a Mom, mine maybe baby, I wouldn’t like, being to Be a Father I don’t want her… anymore as the Moonstruck shut its doors, one day I arrived in the rain and I have TD Bank with over a millionaire me my dollars, I thank the bank and being rich I have many “Cares” to support those I have known and loved, while eating ice cream and a Dove, the pigeon I’m thinking, but not the soap, that Justine said “nope” to Bath and Body Works showering washers, when her Mom made her stick with Dove in the shower, I took a shower with her Mom and I fucked her then in 2013!

I vaguely remember the time in two-thousand and nine, her Mom showed and supervised, my delights of the afternoon—after work at ECM Plastics, Inc. which was sold for a pretty penny millions USD—her Mom and her, my girlfriend, it got too kinky and we agreed that the two of them, for me, wouldn’t ever again be seen, her step-dad didn’t mine Bitcoin (I told him to invest $10,000 in Bitcoin of Justine’s money in 2010 or so and he did this I know, as a matter of fact: it’s been a long time since I’ve had any sort of panic-attack!)

I remember Allyson had a tattoo on her BACK being a TRAMP STAMP with heavy footsteps and written letters, I breathe in a deep titty-twister nipple breast, Limo Laurie, to her fiance, I’m so very sorry you’re cool with and I deleted “Crash Test POETRY FOR ‘DUMMIES’” I forget what happened in the lipsinked limo, you yeah yes you, I called you on the phone, speaking to “her” of her jollily sipping white wine, but I took off Grace—for 420 Friends now—HI ELON MUSK!—phone me please my info is at Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” and PLEASE COME SEE ME! REAL-L-Y! I’ve given so much to Christian Charities!