I worked at Home Depot for a few hours and I didn't like it, so I left the store and my Mom picked me up lol

When such to one dragging feet and getting a wooden splinter, but highest in spirits—unknown culprits rioting and looting—and playing postponed with a BBQ ribs on a $BONE semi-salted, Walden faulted, carrying the crutch of what so much when sipping the sauce of moistened most, most, most, my money I put up a “Toast” to hospitalized-time parting ways with any advanced “Partying”—sum skin on skin—to release the inner-beast of what canal with yellowed $LEASH of best wishes, my Dad catching fishes ><> <>< with shoes tied tight, sleeping with socks on (or off) all them toes tapped (shin splints to tape when running comepetedly) Trident trying to smudgen a key-scratch on a car’s handle “JMRQ Heavy Industries”—do you get it?—I’m a milli a milli a milli with what Miley Cyrus does to get the cash, showing off her ass, and paparazzi harrass-to-the-ing with a toe-ring tootsies—not fetished by feet—walking down the street with under-boob showed off and showered, last night, at an early hour of not waking until the Sun Comes Up and “The Sun Goes Down” with a Facebook “The Social Network” me seeing in theaters TWICE, that was nice, when later buying the Blu-ray disc, my PS4 at home—I don’t miss it—when Holy beats on the dance-floor:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hOwLkZZdYY

Taking a sunken dip in the club when once the hub-bub calms down, clamming cantankerous—to take her out—the foreign diesel, I would delicately paint with ease of a stood-up right Easel, and on Easter, prepare the hemisphere (with braided hemp) a secret kept and lonely—I remain not too horned—sometimes thinking asunder and lonesome, washing my naughty bits with Dove’s “moisture”—being Justine’s favorite soap washing her body, tightest up-close to me, ever so delicate-ly when “Opening the Gates”—lo and behold and glory be restored, having worked retail, retarded and “slow” mentally SET AS A “SNAIL” slowed down with what I like, 1995 a $650 bicycle, bike, mountain type bike to steer clear of muddy puddles—Mr. Blasius knows the nature rides and hikes—bird with a caught frog—ailing in sun on a lily pad, so rad, but tossing them high in the air, when I was but a young buoy, that was bad as it jangled the bullfrogs on bull horns—a Bull Market—the Bitcoin Whales profiting, helping me out with millions USD—I am who you once will have wished, to be like me—getting in early FINANCIALLY 2005/2006 “Bitcoin Conference” joined and stirred-up loins to plow the mowing the front Lawn, akin to a mower, a mover, watch me as I hover, on top of one girl, then another, THEN ANOTHER, yes 3 girls a-ten 

and eaten inside at 10 p.m. when sleeping all day, to ignore the bulletin boards of skating on ice, that once again, I HAD THE THREE, THE THRICE, third-so thriving, but not driving, not for a while...

I plan on buying a Tesla Roadster.

I told my Cousin Dan B. to put down the $50,000 “Reservation” as I’m a millionaire one who cares to have won everything under the Sun—but it exploded—was that my doing ??? Or was it Allah ?????

I’m saved. Once again, the sun and the Solar System, it blew up, beyond my doing my happenings my long big-shining slow-on show-on one, that I looked back and I was beyond The Blast, that in 2013 I witnessed something special! On my way I made it through the Big Bang that was intense, always accelerating at what I know as "A million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond!"