Undefeated... and for the record, I believe that many BLM's!

That, yes I’ve made it and so understated, me with the complicated complications of Russia-Ukraine in God’s universe—an absent soliloquy from me, only when I’m in bed—in-stead of singing it here KEYBOARD-LAIDEN when what then?

Steamed shells and gasoline to the refrain of the formal insight of coming out at night with day-time slouching and sleeping (a little ) prickling the fizz in a hurry, when whatever-come-under with Deez Steez with strengthful being strong, alas—gym-time as NULL... until tomorrow I’m going to try to use the treadmill, but not on vacation to a place I know as home—my Mom says I can come home for a couple days, but not today or tomorrow as today’s date is it’s currently “May” that with “The Cinco of May (5)” all gone in the past, passing by when I take the lack of drinking—MY PROUD ACHIEVEMENT!—no sips of beer or liquor in over 3 years now, but don’t “have a calves” and call me on the phone, when I’m at my “Throne”—3.5 hours away from my Mom and Dad—they are my “Health-Proxy” and taking responsibility, for me...

Duddering damn sell and lit with a candle, wrxtbi jmarquis710 alwayschilen my handles, lit the ferns and furnace, partying in Ghost masks and $CAKE

Lightly and ephemeral Tasty’s waistline—running wide for a ten cent USD dime—a dined in a dinner that gets your flabby waist thinner for an up ’n’ coming, morningly, hair combing with Honey Comb to eat, Tasty’s Treat, eating meat, at the meeting being hosted, the meats sizzled and toasted with no pain, and not any Champagne, to refrain- my insane nonsense serenity being dear to me of Trucker Hats and mini-skirts, me the flirt, with great Thirst for a quench of parental assistance when I burp Diet bubbles in my throat-side taking gulps with a squeeze of a lemon and lime-what? the seltzer in my Apartment providing what but Saint John’s “Shelter”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbmS3tQJ7Os

Gimme gimme, sings the cinged-ly singer Britney Buzzcut with her once-sexy butt, behind, backside, lusting over the detailed photographs of her in Models—the magazine: “Details” of cluing you in, breadbasket winner baking a back-up of this shout without the required amplitude, but showing little to no bad-attitude towards a shrew Widow—with the wishes of her hubby hubby honey-bunny Husband to have and to hold, this while hanging onto your youthful characteristics and qualities of my love—Justine Aragona—her taking me there, now while I care very little about what I feel and felt with what butts of girlies on the Dance-Floor when the music, turn it up louder and laptops playing soldiered sounds whilst gettin’ wet and warm—time for a shoulder-rub and a shower—water heater with the ample power when running too hot, think of whatnot the wild finesse of not only shampoo- but a Mannie-cure too—long lost lover when I have the only other to remember, my Justine, just a teen upon meeting her of maximum Fine-ness when she was dilly-dally... the parents caring about their daughter, that was looked up-on and applauded by me—I would drink a beer at UNO’s her Mom and Dad didn’t see, the jovial nature of my once-having had hard drinks at home when saddened by absent friends—in the hospitals like the I.C.U. wearing Depends and dependent upon my WONDERFUL PARENTS MOM AND DAD (!!!) paying for me to stay here, and where, I care about my Facebook followers and friends, A RECENT "FIND" this old Facebook friend I worried about, her mugged and shot-up with her favorite chemicals to result in this photograph of her hiding what drugged-up criminality, I emailed Facebook about my concerns, and wouldn’t you know it—she was beyond being helped, she sat on “The Bench” I know, here’s her wrongdoings photo I’ll share:

Goodbye Good Looks, she got hooked!