My Wrapped Bitcoins
(https://www.coindesk.com/price/wrapped-bitcoin/) harnessed by the power of Scallions on Scallops with the own personally known, to me, the pleasantries of riding on a spelling bee with an award to see, along with God’s universe all the way to the edge so far away, and Allah, a bee, like “VELOCITY” that’s what I saw for me to see, Allah’s face like a Lamborghini “SUPREME VELOCITY” with those eyes, them eyes, to what I escaped from the THEM EYES, the naysayers surprise, their THEM EYES, like a Lamborghini (with my Lamb of God CD at home) where I want to be with only me to see the detonation of what other treated nation than the brain of Michelle Munt (pronounced Moont...) of jumbledbrain.com in the UK where the Queen Elizabeth, wellshe’s all gone—but a double-rainbow it showed, and when Jesus Christ died, it supposedly RAINED, needing the weekly weekday or weekend, the refrain of droplets dropping digits on the reverse lookup anywho dot-com when I will have it checked out by not “Dom” Candido or my “Mom” instead Aunt Donna Donohue who informs me of what is true — impending Depends on a granny’s rear end of the tomfoolery and I AM LUCKY oh-so lucky with what I endured for hours the feeling never got “sour” or old with a 20 year-old Justine Aragona:
I want to be with her, as I’m not a loaner or an oaf with Quaker State to stay here in my Apartment where these jerks on staff get into my swanky Apartment when I meant to peruse the news of North Korean dictatorship, an urban disgrace, blown up cities and feeling really shitty when I ask, “Did I do anything hateful, in the hospital???” way back when in 2004 and 2005 I barely survived, but I did, Pro For Quid, and I won’t quit until I’m doing done the reading, whence upon I prefer to heir my text unto the fortunate viewers, I have many, with the Chinese fans, what are their plans??? To plant a tree of green leaves and pests’ germs when I would dig for Wormholes in God’s space, I reached through His figure of it totally intact—not in smithereens—I stay away from “Teens”-anything but the occasions on the person of public videos on the “P Hub” to rub, my body all over and that’s the “Away” when I CHOOSE TO STAY and here at “Averte” where I fare well with my soul not burning or in hell that’s lower-case spelt with rocks to pelt the pops of rocks and Ribbits of rabbit’s hares, here, and I’ve put so much money into John Deere, Inc. with my chosen 1 stocks in my Gucci Flip-Flops (Bhad Bhabie on YouTube) when I haven’t used my clear Lubrican’t take it any longer and you can’t either at the danger to world-wide curb-side sitting on the shitter with kitty-litter to take out the TRASH... to put “where there is no sunlight” or XM Nation frigid fried Firey “gud spellar" most definitely, on my laptop, sitting pretty, swearing Cutty the retard broad here so long... ago, yeah she was fat and ugly, like there’s a really absurdly abundant with bunions of being so HEAVILY OBESE
with a loose caboose sipping sugary juice and she’s fine with her weight—loading up on Soda, it’s a shame to know-her—but she’s happy as is and her, unable to climb stairs without maximum efforts to thin up skinny Minnie with my own HOURS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, MY HOME, WITH MOM AND DAD... not here where I’m always alone and interested in the crypto-currencies like $BONE and $SHIB having known Elon Musk in 2005 or 2006 rubbing rubber to be done in the right way, and I’ll be here at “Averte” waiting for an International Catastrophe where here in Vermont, it’s where I’ll be—my tuning-for-Senator friend Bruce Fent-ON (Bruce F.) the millionaire many times over, promising him the great things to come true for Bitcoin and the Democratic deodorant-used, my AMERICA! EVERYTHING IS ALL FOR YOU!
And I'm not only a writer, but they drained one of my tobacco—BUT IT NOT USED for cigarettes or weed—PLEADING PLEASE MOM I URGE YOU TO RETRACT "MY SEED"—being *MY STOLEN SPERM* yeah get DAD on it and it'll be like the Fishing Tournaments when I world would FISH WITH WORM-HOLES, a tight fir at My LEFT FIST in where the sun wasn't UP yet and I left that creepy ol' house (his mother's...) with creepy ol' him, the gay faggot individual—I disdain homosexuality and "Trans"-Teens—that I tried getting in-between "Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave" too, alas his lesbian sister starting a Charity on NASDAQ: FB the profits I will see, just when, I cling to my mother the white hen of kitchens' pantries of oh relief, as I just drone on with this that I'm doing it very long, like where's the Top 21+ songs on the radio for the drinkers of the NYC-city, the drunks, they're very SHITTY like all of these jerks in my private life and public life, online, when once upon a time, "Who thought I'd go without wine??? or beer or liquor, bring it to the brink on the edge of thee, Jenner's "Hedge" of Draft Kings winning, me not sinning, hoping for a loud Black man to lend his hand on TV, with a commercial for the Commerce Bank (DO I HAVE A COMMERCE BANK ACCOUNT ???)
And when will this the hyper-sonic and Low Flow of an empty drain's DRAUGHT but pronounced with an utter (or an Udder) or then again maybe with an UPPER to see the light of what just might be that SportsRadar or whatever is just junk and Jenner is a Hunk of Hogie's loving Bogie's in the sand-trap when oh crap, I think upper-class and classy fellows—but not fat fucks ever—are the BEST DRESSED with a shoe-shine shone and NOT STONED BUT SHOWED, the video and audio TAPING ME!
Got a tap for that Army Vet with a Peg Leg?
Kim Jong-Un's sister was tearing up, her crying for what might happen with NO-ko nutted not for a while, sigh, a sign, like that "double rainbow" of me being the only one to know, and I know where I'll be when I sprout words and prose and professional poetry to the end: http://www.alwayschillen.com/endnear.htm =D
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