“Greased lightning”

So slippery and quick through the ticks—the tickets adjourning a journal of tick-tock time—the and the thickets my THICK ATES a just plain JUICY steak of some hearty delectables of Dessert please, playing the keys, yeah Mom on the piano I have to tell you, my Mom pays for lessons on the piano, I know, but that was from a while ago, like my Mom is on the “Keep Charlton Beautiful” committee to recycle waste not the tiny pot, kettle? and aluminium gas, or a totaled car—I made it fast (and far) www.wrxtbi.com to see what’s happened to me?  when then I dream all night and Dance in Space, when come a late hour—when the sun is rising—interrupting fabulous dreams, of mine, that you can’t see!—My thoughts of women being politely and not to come on too strong or fumble those Desserts, Quirk Nissan and quickly contrasting this broad ELON-gating and essays elastic of the autocratic being the person of, I that is yours truly, and when I got here at “Averte” many were outrageously mean to me!

*crickets chirp* and

I haven’t picked up my AMERICAN copy of The Qur’an in nearly a month but not more than a month—because I’m into America #1 and America First, that this with Israeli’s being attacked—and war, well I frown upon it—when Bit to the Coin I saw what The Middle-East has to say, while I pay my chances, taking them to my ELEVEN BITCOIN WALLETS! but they’re inaccessible to me—for now and that’s that, I sometimes wear a hat, and my Dad has good intentions when he advises me—my Dad doesn’t “push and prod”

The jerks here have stolen an iPod and another .mp3 player in previous years, so I bring my laptop to the Treadmill to Train my left-and-right Legs, when I may have egg whites for breakfast here at “Averte” $20,000 per month for me to stay and with a cleaning lady and food they buy me—I haven’t driven a car for years!—I like most of the people here, but I steer clear- as to paining me with the presence, you see, of a guy who irritates me—he was a drinker and a druggie, like Dave the...