I don't use Tik-Tok. I don't spy on any girls online, because here at "Averte" I feel the sunshine and star-lit, to "The Pit" L-and-R under-arms

Quirkie behavior of the Savior with Heavenly flavor, as in Chicken Noodle Soup when I say not I... and nope, to smoking the “dope” of delicate ways and adopting strays, the kittens of a little litter when pitter-patter with Sailing Sally tree-tops Therapy, where I’ll be—hopefully my Therapist appointment not canceled for a fourth time to tell—something sells the transferred Bitcoin “wallets” of anonymous source—all me—and as wealthy, also so able, like me—when to see the blurred lines fashioned and ever-so fashionable with ample aromas and aerials earrings blinging bright the star-lit night, bereft of Cool Whip Colgate FLOSS, that proverbial “flava” and back to the Savior, it’s all nice at the nighttime Caring to Carry-On so sweetly ever-most appropriate for Christmas dinners—coming soon—when driving down a street named “June” to the Street and marching foot on the rightmost pedal, but going slow, driving a new car slow, all to show and sew the sweat, armpits bereft of shaven follicles—always in the shower at a mid-afternoon hour, Patched so Sour in a pack of gum for the #1 urinary distraction, the still water gets some Lights! Camera! Action! when snow-time driving reproduces a hesitant Reaction (Kenneth Cole ‘Cologne’) with words I am not alone, but waiting patiently for my 100-200 pages 38.4MB in size=8 font!  when yeah I wrote a lot, with so much to say, slinky noodles with dot-com nudes of my Miley—bought her CD a day or two after it was released, and I’ve only tasted yeast of a chicken—oh my and oh the pro to the Teen never to be seen or viewed, there’s too many little ladies wearing backside panties, taken off with a video Arba and Dr. Ross — this after Klonopin prescribed in 2002, when my worries were few, popping the medication, stretched on an Atlantic beach, AMERICA I PREACH, and reaching beyond God, all night lasted until sunrise, the rod of a substantial substance in white—with my repetitious “prod” to a sorry old dike, I would drive the Mass Pike to get “Social Anxiety” HELP from clinicians and exercises—but being old enough to drink, when the bars’es bears were near and a delicious Burrito-serving location, I’ve said plenty about my “American Nation” with maddening might, despite the passing of a great man, Mr. Madden my Dad’s co-owner in a business of glad tidings to see this mystery—what millions of dollars in my TD Bank—Dad and Dan to thank, Tom Hanks, when shaking hands or doing fists, flexing the wrists while jotting words upon TextEdit, I take all of the Credit for bringing to light—when I salute a mouse temperately tempted by a block of Easy Cheez, oh jeez, I AM NOT A “CREEPER” but anymore no not stalking anyone, this while no longer blocked by Mannie—she is my fantasy—her a cheerleader beautiful, when I’ve had my fill of another girl with on who I creeped, telling her “I preach” to her, nothing new, but we are through—after a Restraining Order in the court, of a peculiar sort, I cheered up quick to sport, to spot, I don’t smoke CBD—I take it by mouth and dreamlong with a singing song of “The Social Network” when the audio continues... while in Shrews- to Berries in the kitchen, I always eat them in a tall-tale bowl of I like how they “Fold” my laundry, and I have a “Pantry” but no panties, ever on, I applaud women who wear, thin things and bootie shorts, the iron trompers tied so right with also a lefty to be put on before take-ing a hike or riding a bike—I got soe attitude from Mike the cookered Chef here, him, one of two and who, they prepare my food, to be fed, that the pizza tonight had big crusts—I don’t like to eat much bread—when I crave the meat to eat LOW-CARB healthy weight that I am strong and can carry a Freight of a straight Liner when I liked to use a lot of ketchup on home-fries (I WANT TO LIVE IN A HOME NEAREST MY PARENTS!!!!!) that’ll be me in my Throne and “crypto-currencies”—I saw something interesting in $BONE—Charlton, MA my real home with “Health Proxy” breathe in, Mom and Dad—they know I live clean for my Clients of Eastern Woodies with the Willies and frantic, locked in an attick- to the www.ticktalk.com of Tik-Tok I choose not to use, or peruse the putted-down Black Panther of an Anthem (Sway+Tech) oh when I talk about my squack Candido my Shrink, missing Dr. Rothman and Dr. Kent—the few bills in my wallet—they replenish ever-so often, I want my “Crypto” with me in a coffin sometime I see a natural old-age kinda dead me, retired but always writing, me delighting my peeps, and I’ve blocked out the geeks, for many weeks not Following the new “Friend Requests” as I beat Kings Quest on my 386 PC — a fun game, reading the official manual of how to conquer to the game Kings Quest—and I’ll leave out the rest about the Eunuchs of primordial times, when soldiers and drunkards would drink “Mead” in a Meadow of who but the Sopped up spilled milk, shrill, and chill at my www.alwayschillen.com and renewed by me until 2025, all the files to see of HTM pages, but NOT FOR ALL AGES!  with the Eagles playing the Pats tonight—my New England team won so flip through my many pages!

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Lil Wayne - "A Milli" I have a lot of money in TD Bank!