Dana Gardner was "Omar" and Derek Langlois was "Tyrique" MY GREAT FRIENDS OF YEARS AGO, and then Elon Musk stepped in! =)

DNB Drum ’n’ Bass and a Declined Degree with treatment of the underarms swelling well so a donkey, an ass, kicking the grass until downladen sunshine no more- Alas...

Coding cutty crum-bums for fun and profit, Pulp and Fiction of a “dereliction” of a fabricked fission with my double double vision vision of glasses with a different prescription lens, because the fucks here at “Averte” stealing my belongings! It’s corrupt, I hate it, and I hope a nuclear war begins in time coming near, of me with no fear and looking to the End to Start yes anew—me, still steering clear of booze and alcohol—oh 2005 the hey-day of being drunk 24/7 and even, the big Junk-yard at Steven’s Auto when blinker-blinker reach to the treasure of a High School teacher, Red Sox in the bleachers- alas to drink, to the LAST sip to split the stomach organ—it all decayed as per the laundry subsidies, the Tide wash, folding socks and patting a pet’s own paws, sharp teeth when all week, a fatty lard-laden creation of a LARGEMOUTH BASS to be hooked and real reeled in- so fish for lunch, at the Butcher- his sweet meat and sweating carrying boxes of Sirloin to itch a scratchy bit of soil in one’s eyeball, that these visual devices are amounting to something special-  like a bullet to the brain, yeah I learned about the nighttime plane of arial assaulter in above Russian forces, a deplorable future have it what suits you- But, me, I’m not in the Army and I live peacefully, filled full of the dumbasses suiting up for a night out, coming with such clouded “clout” what I’m all about, but tall and long-armed no more, GHRP-6 I bought it from an online store, so long ago, when I knew the get ’n’ go at the green lights in a rowing floatation device, sipping tea like Auntie D. on the phone, her voice is prone to a rasping croak, her never drinking, like me thinking, and knowing, with alcohol the fruit be not sewing!