Starting the Sea-Seamstress and Flossed Flex Botox

It speaks all throughout the work-week of paychecks playing pre-propositional ordinations of USA #1 nation, the Christopher Columbus collaboration of yeah American-Indians enameled as “the others” calm creation- when growing stride and wide, the fields of corn, and their Reservations scorned across the Plains, refrained and fabled, bringing food to the Brunch or Lunches, on tables playing Tesla—in-coming my ways or over Wax and Waze—thanks to Wayne bright and so incredibly smart—in a cinch to “pinch an inch” and his lemonaide in the pitcher, swingers singled out in Da Club when one cracks the CHAMPaign campaign when hours after, with dinner, at what work of ECM Plastics, Inc. spilling see-sawed pencils of #2 “ink-shells” deep Duggan and in the below-ground along the beaches shores, I request more money without any problems, here at “Averte” when swingled and me SINGLE—looking to breach the boobs covering—to be wed? And I have no “The Rings” to give these sweetie cutesy-pie babes of “Averte” in Bradford, Vermont written aloud and Anna in a Sheik’s “shroud” coming a-loud and a-long the rich rich rich singing sister, screaming with the Creme de la Creme knocking on my door, the conversations past mosts bed-TIMBER — fallen trees as treats, blowing the leaves scattered and neat-ly pushed to the woods—Them “Dem” alacratic Trees of Greens—and her Heiress heinous no sister for me, say “Sista, Sista” Danite at night and Hammy with a Manly Samantha stringing out the puppets of Jim Henson—me addressing a “Benz” and with Xanax (A “Benzodiazepine) being barren of procreation, USA “Nation” running rightly so, did you know? Now? How? “Howdy Booty”—on these flossed rear-end Trend of slinking slim and skinny threads, I’m Low-Carb—so no bread, no thank you, as I will have proteins in tenderloins, kicking Groins, that Bart Simpson and South Park—Bitcoin Shark, Dolphin, and Whale in my TEN BITCOIN “wallets” performing perfumed-up plays and the oh-so fine spring/summer Days and Nights me putting proven text on my 3 dot-com’s getting visits—me without “hitting a pipe” the mary-jane of yesteryear I’m now not the type to inhale the CBD, I consider it a fantasy—to get that King Bud to chew and swallow—the oral ingenious ingestion, in Jest for the rest of those with Healthy Lungs, a lynches “hung” you dig?

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I am lacking in the baseball basket—A CASE OF CRABS:

Oh my, not I, the one remaining clean after what another refrain? and in Sunny weather to drink as at being in all favorable premonitions of day-time lunches—let’s have a Picknick—with or without (you...) to choose a cheese “sammich” with wide-spread lessons in lengths of longing for a chilling morning, feeling thrills of fishes caught lures in the ground bottom of the body of water—the waves, yes the Wavelengths—paid in false pretense and playing Played Parenthood in the Suburbs not too shotty—my Shorty girls some years after me, in the Births of Birch Trees and BitTorrent not around anymore, the computer files in store—I need MORE Illustrious (and illustrated) images of what re-naming monotone monstrosity, of New York City (new yours scrubbing bubbles) blown a wand to great Bubble Balls and chewed chewing gum, I said G-U-M of Bubblicious branded, the candy at check-out on the ransacked shelves of hmmm let’s see, some Skittles—to skedaddle—I LOVE MY DAD! Wayne Marquis, good and greatest as we stayed at the Cape Cod “The Sea-Crest” along the Atlantic ocean’s Shirly Shores, and ME SOBER so no beer or berefted but perfected, Coke Zero with maybe some ALE... slow as a snail and ailing for a sip of sugar—pour it on my chest—the 2 nipples, niggardly nimble as a thin thimble—to be sucked and teased—he’s going to CRUMB!

Like the toast to most of the toad-skins to “Trip” and take a dip, get wet, anti-perspirant Nickel of a shared $0.05 piece of metal—a chunk of change—or the JEFFERSON coinage, being 30+ old women only of maturity broad scarcity of the diamond crystals—want to marry Justine?—I miss her!!!!!

I really want to marry my TBI best-girlfriend-ever, Justine "The Queen"