What’ll be your philosophy that understanding I’m alas at the romantic head of the class, “in Heat” the groovy movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vp70uAZvQzs), think about it on-screen, Robert Di-Nero ( at a diner) fine winner whiner, and Al Pacino, don’t you know? that they hired the variable-famous Val Kilmer of arbitrary discretion to take the highest direction of a sweet and sweaty lower-cufflink special, the section and at the bringing broughten and forever salted rotten, The Introduction—Economics’ ebonics of the “Intro” of my studying the prose soliloquy to profit and greatly with a real, real and really real, amount of money, but not all for me—because my Dad is getting roughly a tad little bit percentage of my Bitcoins—an Investment “trophy” catch at what is “aft” and what comes next and after, an empty plate of a broiled dinner, when I wonder, when is the B-Ball game of sweatened and sweetened dark-skinned folk, with a motor vehicles body “Yoke” to awaken the “Woke” in the game of a walker machine dreaded and treaded inclinations remember? Resembling Hills, like Beverly and the Lexus trucking to the Toyota dealer of Toyota/Lexus relation with excess cash being the only, ahem, a different type of luxury “dealer” gone and taking too long, to purchase pills at the Pharmacy pumped with stonehard leadening, bullets Aeropostale surely surrendering, Pharma I pled to let me live, and a vibrant life, a tactile wife, no strife, but excess strident pulling of dental-cavities of one’s “chompers” I hear the helicopters of years ago, when my parents let me gno—I’m trouble free with writing freely and dear, my John Deere stocks, and alwayschillen.com me talks- being on the phone I hear a ringing Drone of dreaded description, I’ll call it “Fan-Fiction” apropos a Novel belly-side, a pierced navel—that again to the bingo sugar-swept oral-cavity, causing crying in the Tooth Fairy’s front-show you gno? Dentistry doing the deeply deed through Christianity in The Charlton Federated Church and a chuckles, so smooches to Aunt Donna Donohue, and who, I called her at 4:20 am and a police car drove by, causing me to sigh with the hands and fingers of “Sign Language” a Dove in a Cage—me ready for a marriage to Justine “The Queen” of a cellulite ass, and her God-given “Green Grass” that at last, her pot-head parents took her for MMJ approval, I recall her pretty valley and American aliens—the plot thickened water—a jar of salt for her, here, who my missing you of course, Mom and Dad—hopefully buying a house I’m able to easily afford, without mentioning my financies—I’m money-prude, with a very bright attitude, you gno? DUDE!
How about a stars surprise with curly girly hair- and wandering wondrous, walking distant—brown eyes!
I’ve seen it shine, I’ve seen its universal “Sun” of what for you my deary? You want a son or daughter—trip to a Target machinery when whatever endeared endeavor, oh the lighted up favor of a scrub in the tub, and to you, you addictive YouTube when I ordered a phat stack... I don’t want there to be any Iranian missiles launched in the U.K. raining attack, so many good Ukrainians survive another day, like me, who’s “ALIVE! SAVORING THE SWEET FLAVOR!” when once I swayed to the left of my injured leg and .5” shorter that I had no “Retort, THERE THERE SPORT,” of shattered bones when I now postpone a phonecall to Aunt Donna Donohue of them all, then, and when: I would visit Grammy and my Beloved Aunt D.D. with Justine before or after VISITING THE MALL! and buying cheap trinkets in “Claire’s”—Justine’s favorite store—me buying the most delicate products—appreciated by my Justine Aragona to be the one to know ya, tokens of crypto owned by me in TD Bank, I thank, the deletion of T.D. and BoA images, never again to be seen, and I could have Neve Campbell on-screen on Fox “Party Of Five” with what Jennifer Love Hewitt—big chestie, she’s my breastily BESTIE
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