Today I'm finding, unwinding and un-winded while whining with what wondrous wonders of what I do well, and I believe in "heaven/hell", "An Intermediary State", and a sleep until "A Great Awakening" with Allah and God!

Ticket on the clicker’s clink so dump and duck and jump with KY Jelly and Ham, that thank you ma’am and girls wearing tight thongs — crotchless panties when I be where the seditious Disco Does Deliver one’s Mother Hen whining when signing an official U.S. Postal Poetry, albeit when I haven’t received my $225 dollar PEN to the window-SILL of my enamored “chillen” even still (and I really owned stillchillen.com for a couple years with my own PHP BULLETIN-BOARD called and named "The Poetic Voice...)

Micro-Thongs singing songs of Magnesium Concentrate and focus, the fields are full to fun flocks of Locusts saying aloud, and proud, the low notes of one cussing with A BIG MOTHER AND FUCK!  With no wifey in that “Micro-thong” (really look this mention, those miniature thongs, Google: Micro-thong”…) But beware “Black Demons” Treating the temptation of NO I WON’T FLEA THE PLANTATION!  Singing a song of that micro-thong, wifey mowing the lawn’s forlorn Wedgies in those Panties of a huge distraction of eating food to the mack-daddy esophageal contraction when I NEED SOME GIRLS WITH PILLS TO SHOW ME THEIR THONGS to appeal as if a minor distraction gets me Na-Da “action” when the Subtraction results in a factual facade, when this my Distraction, to a once-in-a-lifetime contemplation, “Can I go with Allah when I die???”

Mister Minister so kind and sinister, Sincerely, ME-  I find perplexion in the inspection of a parking ticket, that you can’t see the Rhyme & Meter of kind-bud with NO SEIZURES for a 3rd or 4th time, when Sheldon dropped a dime into the Pig’s blank of E.T.s comforting me, and Seriously, happenstance of my Dancing in Space with Allah as I think there’s going to be a war soon! =(

“Can I go with Allah when I die???”

And to clarify, I mentioned that my Ph. D. "Therapist" Dr. Dominic (MISSING HIS MIDDLE-NAME) Candido who's once again, high-up Ph. D. he's an "Agnostic" so he believes in God but doesn't follow a Religion, albeit with beliefs in God, that I believe in what I call: "God Himself The Father The Creator" Seriously and Really, I reached beyond Him at the edge of space, with Tantric love-making she saw her Mom do it on videotape, and MOST OF MY CATHOLIC SAINT JOHN'S CLASSMATES MOSTLY THE MARRIED ONES, THEY'RE INTO ISLAM!

"Can I go with Allah when I die???"

I think there's going to be a war soon and I'm getting sick of it here ME, NOT QUEER-EYED AND SHINY sparkling, drifting with under-pinning fantastic fan maid or not made to check my Bank of America balance, the monthly allowance, of medications spent on anti-seizure on a tank labeled with a "Z" I see, and on TV with "Aviators" on the autismatic dys-phunk-shun shining bright and breezy when this now in silence no music spinning and the double double vision. vision. I have with incorrect lenses, Justine had her small "menses" the man, Me, says instead, in what was the sheet on my bed... ALL RED!!!

I smiled, I laughed, I giggled, and why did she do it?

Fiddle gagging Vampires... I should just retire with Yokohama ES100's 7.5" wide taking off paychecks primed to fix, the AWD slippage that I was 23 when I had my www.wrxtbi.com

"Can I go with Allah when I die???" 😃