Where is Belarus? and North Korea has submarine torpedoes with nukes! oh noes, oh well, all is well here near in New England... I have kept my television on the news channels for about three years!

Sifted small droplets of rain, but to BRAIN-STORM the honey come closer to a closed closet corner, coming clammering to the drawers artistic brevity of big honking hooters, the polluters of diesel vehicles, speeding soundly steadfast at a quick beat of the ♥ that I being so smart, to me, Smart TV transmission of impossible being without Tom on a Cruise of HODL’ing whores a la Risky Bid-ness of not showing all the girls’ titties, fed with Cookies baking buns of Matilda (the hun) when all the perfect storm is done and over, put out Rover settled in a wheelbarrow of Jason Barrow’s Bart-low sinking slow and don’t you know? It was me walking down the road—I had to go—and to Treck mountain bikes with G-Shock watches awaiting wrists, but coming close at the urinal’s planted pounding stream of piss—minding my own business—not even peeping with those small dicks weeping—not on Marquis diamonds—5 stones on my Mom’s dear ring—and to hear her sing???  Well her voice is plain and the plot of my enemies’ its unfoiled—I’m not fooled—I’m not “getting laid” and I have a legitimate “Maid” named Sandy who picks up my Apartment—not looking to Ember with my Tool t-shirt—Ben has been wearing that “Tool” shirt and he needs their “Aenema” CD I would listen to at home, going through my CD’s, and picking one or two or the three painting me... that years before a lowlife online loser, he made this image of me!

SO FUNNY!