I have a deadly Traumatic Brain Injury!

Starting at the beginning, I am winning and while NEVER SINNING for behold the world of the Holy bread upon the table-board with a skateboard doing 1080 but in pixels on a video game screen, and have you seen the wowzers on that Bowzers boo pity boo who you tinkle in a tantric tangle so fancy pants and a mole-hill covered in ants with Lance’s WSU “Lancers” team in between LIVESTRONG debacles with an octo-pussies tentacles but not my testicles-  the tantric sex has me in a Hex with pontificated Tiph and Po the Teletubbies’ tinkly winkly with wrinkled skin coming from within and NEVER SINNING to be comfortable on the comforter in bed so shake your head with Huxtable’s home with the dial-tone alone eating snick-snacks and ice-cream to be seen by the Almighty — righty titey left leg lucy shorter by a bit, I felt so much pain in my hip

Coming at you hard-core oh how I want to SCORE kicking beyond the goalie-  wow you all owe me taking it with time but no fine wine or alcoholics the drinkers-  cop pulling you over? Hit the blinkers or he’ll put on the SING THE BLUES wearing two shoes it’s breakfast time to read the news but coming in paper The Paper

Talk talk talk, as the pigeon girls say SQUACK!

My articles, the Spring Time pollen particles pontificating so politely like a loving spoonful of pudding-pie all chocolatey with late periods for all the girls, bring a baby into your world Times tinkling with Twinky-Dink ducks playing basketball and I write for all, big and small, the short, the tall, favorite season of Fall I haven’t lately and go ahead and birth a baby, through Caesar salads with precision, the Gillette company is on a mission, their TV commercials, a Transmission, but not on a car I will go very far in my own life of so la-di-da-di party on the balcony with the ballet dancers and Natalie Portman holding the answers, so ding goes the doorbell of the B-ball I want them all, I want them all, the 40 of them beckoning for what but intercourse?  But of course!

These two images are of the Allah I have known and loved. Behold:

so buzz goes the bees but beware of the wasps, hornets, etc. The New Jersey Nets in the lower East side of our great nation, America first and Afghanistan is the worst! (edit: since writing this The Taliban has taken control lol)

Sit-up’s in the set-up so perform your Reps with high RPM’s I sound like I’m Eminem upon Enlightenment to put you in a trance, those ants in the pants, oh how silly with Willy and Wally doing some fishing on a lake, eating cake, particularly pleasant like a docile pheasant upon the pie I’ve never had a cherry while being so merry and Christmas upon us a favorite holiday eating perhaps Turkey and without Wild Gin coming from within this apparent attempt at never being a parent, my Justine, not to be seen, she was the Queen of her throne, on the John and reading my Qur’an so come on!

I’ve had enough of this ratchet and let’s “Bury the hatchet” in a Honda, do you want to ???

Daddy Wayne fishing on a lake, and did you hear about Haiti’s huge earthquake?

It’s in the news without me during a daylight snooze, being Nocturnal, God’s universe is eternal while waiting patiently be bereft of me placing bets and playing with Bitcoin stocks, I am the man at the keyboard you’re reading my words as money talks me sounding Coo-Coo says a monkey to a Monk, “oh this is funky!” so rip the spliff and take a whiff while I love Tiph and Po, don’t you know?  I’m not going anywhere but up and out of my mind wiping my behind, poo-poo is what I find on the toilet I said I’m bereft and barren like a lonely womb to the Tomb of a stone and a pizza taking take-out and Dad fishing for trout, bit a root, but at the Canal I see sex in front of me on a screen, so forward I lean, if you know what I mean, my shades closed and I will not be seen, shame on Charlie Sheen CNN on my screen, her legs, what’s in-between of the Queen JUSTINE!