To be once or twice thrilled at the easy camber coming with a draft—is anyone else cold in here?—to turn on the oven and over once or now three times thrilled, and eating low carbs that evacuates the shits of one’s rift, ribbed and riffed, staying stiffly planted in the Special-Palace, outlasting the orbit of what planets, found on National Geographic’s perforated pages to read- of all ages and stages paying in seeds—fulfilling your needs—a Planter’s Peanut, then “what-what in the butt”
South Park: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4PvTrTp7Tc
Entranced by Queenie Queer Mother-Ants of The Hive with me so suchly filled with the glorious feeling—I’m alive but without a wife—“gender transitioning?”—IT MAKES ME SICK! Kristen, I’m cursing, and with your trans-boobs you can feed your lame children, too, when taking it inside—he’s lost all his pride and respect, for the lack of male anatomy, does having been done with a “Sex Change SURGERY”—for the life of me, what were you thinking, sitting nervously and blinking, quite a lot- as per my thoughts of LIVESTRONG bands and “BLESSED” (whites only) colored white and bright on each wrist—it’s been about a year or two since I’ve made an intimidating and responsive (I’m nonviolent!) FIST to kiss in on the lips of the soon-to-be a Mom, her belly awaiting the birth, that it hurts, of all the Mothers!
I love my dearest Brother Justin—he’s where he’s must have been—Lord Hobo—a bar he lives nextdoor to, and he drinks too many brews!
SOBER 2016+ for me when I feel that I’ve made a great decision, no bodily incisions to speak of in recent years without a bruise- just look at my left hipbone X-ray so many drilled-in screws, so, yeah, I have some scars from 2004 in the I.C.U. well hoo-dee-hoo when where are you Dana, Derek, Brian? being that I’ve only chatted with Marco Jiminez (THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND MARCO!!!) Get-Go play with Stucco and Jessica Tocci, I miss ye!
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