I'll take you anywhere you want to go, and Justine Aragona 2009-2013 always exclaimed "The Mall" !!!!!

Whimsical and Tipsy, when romancing my Tiffany completely sober, hopefully the both of us, me for sure, asking for no more, evil alcohol done with it, after throwing a Fit, when I couldn’t Drink a lot, and then I found MMJ “pot” but not a lot, which I later had to stop.

Upon living here at “Averte” they take care of me, with road flares ignited in the driveway, when I want to drive away, and returning home, hopefully near Justine in the area, not to scare ya, but I want to bone her so badly I’m biting my pillow thinking of the high heights and humble lows, this is all for show!!! While flexing my magnificent muscles and tussling my Dad’s full head of hair, at which I stare seeing no bad baldness, head full of black, mostly, hair, with some gray’s.

I will survive without a single satisfactory sacrifice, being at humble lows but only a little bit, staying Fit for longer than a Bit, coin, and “crypto-currencies” making me famous as a “Whale” and not liking costumes  or furry tails.

Parking at an intersection with much inspection, feeling the detection, the honking drivers for thanking the absence of law enforcement on a great descent, more than decent, so I don’t repent, as I feel so spent, living like the homeless in a tent, on an Indian reservation with whiskey, kitty kitten named “Cookies” with a puzzled and kooky look on him or her in the house, searching for a mouse, not in a trap, for the cat to attack.

California I mourn for ya, with NoKo’s subs in the Pacific, and they’re within firing range, in specific, without a single trick, on my part, when I wonder when a war will start, letting out a burp, the slush puppy I slurp, like a milky cool syrup to enjoy, with me to be employed, hopefully my a vitamin shop, selling Inositol to a cop in disguise, me surprised, for I hide nothing so as I’m maybe despised, to those who fail to see me as a prize, those Googley eyes, facing different directions, for a vision surgeon’s inspection, when I need Tadalafil for a full erection, of a building, whey protein is so filling, and I am more than willing, to take chocolate milk for swilling, in the jug and tug tug tug it’s a boat full of cargo to go fast like a Scarab and I like Israel, of Arabs.

Majesty of masturbation and tuning into the tunes on a local radio station, this is my Nation where I have much contemplation upon when it listen to Miley, maybe feeling smiley with a kiss on the cheek, toots, wearing boots for show, and the audience applauds the loudest, the crowd of them funny people looking on and oh it’s on, me mowing the front lawn at dawn, washing with dish-soap for this is my hope, living at home with Mom and Dad, me promising them I won’t be bad, or ever make them sad, for that is in the past, which didn’t last, for long, like the short song on WSBK that I wonder if the sound of my voice is okay, okay? as the horse eats a minimal about of hay in the meadow, wouldn’t you kn0w, it, if Miss Tiph catches my drift, happy in bed, enough being said, with kisses all over and more in store for the onlookers to endure, for more, I implore, 

Mama Mia, Tess and Tia, as per the many luxurious restaurants at rest-stops to employ a gay soldier’s handle on the GRIP of things, and get this — I dig the Dogecoin that’s accelerated and Bitcoin Cash that has my phat stack of chips on the Frito-Lay pinball wheel of racing my future 1999 Ferrar F355 GTS F1

or new 200-series Ferrari 296 sold on Ferrari.com to pass the ball to Tom Brady of Tampa (go UT!) 

Tangle Tackle at the armpit showroom of kitchen Brooms but this while shopping at Brooks with Arba Miha I found her cute living with Derek and Brian at Geneva St. near Fairlawn Rehabilitation Hospital of the Mum’s and the Nun’s “Hospice” with “Spice” by a new and young and fresh Campbell’s soup can puzzle I put together years ago and while wearing hats on Earth to fund the “Projects” with welfare payments of mad snacks coming at you with attacks from Hypersonic Missiles that change trajectory, Trading Joe’s at Trader Joe’s, but to Prophet from the Messiah of a mess of smoking on a pipe with a phat stack of a Nintendo 64 with Donkey Kong-  this while wearing earrings to the beach to soak up the sun on your thong with the 2 buns, which are the baker’s bread on Breaking Bad or Baker Pond, scrubbing a scumbag’s back with a thong, No, this being a LOUFA !!!!!

Inception at the intersection of massive orifices leaking greasy sebum through the Secretagory Gland of the Corporeal, For Real, For Real !!! With a half-white egg-white with some of that African flair of tossing a thick head of hair, some lady at the Boutique, possibly paying with Bitcoins and money out of my Estate, like my always-valid Trust Fund through my great millionaire Mom and Dad!