Do I "Seem Annoyed" ???

To me to be chilled to the Stillen “stilleto’s” at the most and moist ways of the days, when dancing delightfully, a grizzly to the Bare Buns “sunned” in the fake-bake booth or bed, instead, as of swaying sunshine during the day of greasy sebaceous glands, on skin, of what ways come The Soul (www.the sole.com) of bodily adherence to the demanding demeanors of what, or, much more-so MEANER meaning the obese fatties when gobbling gringo gluttons, stuck in the big-guy’s GUTTERS of guts and what cantankerous butts of beer-swilling sinners, getting even more heavier every dinners, and sausages at diners, when, they, yeah, with the beer/alcohol addiction, I call it the gobbling guts of what but Java Hut in Worcester, MA once visited by me and the delicious Manilla Vanilla coffee’s and latte’s coming late, for Forlorn Folders, “Alx Neas” so special to be, the last all-night 3rd-input only lay when I say, hey and now, how about you’sie done down post-bone postpone SQUACK you greyed out gay faggot Goosie when I sip none of the unhealthy liquid, so sour and vile, shovel in a pile, of poop when Salt N’ Papa sing “Smoosh” while gobbling up the germy Jeremy (Barbs108) scuffle in a Lindtdor Truffle, Lindsey and M. Linde—to see and to be seen with what but a pawn defeating the obscene Queenie staring on the screen, laps up top, to lol it up with the Proxy Parents questionable at time, when I whine at late after noon waking up soon and thereafter I am the Candle Robin Rap-Star like Kanye West with Kimmy K. Barbs of green wire on FIRE!