When once the comeuppance, I had a bank account in France with so many Euro's, but my Dad cancelled it on me! It had some hundreds (thousands?) of Euro's!

Wilted pitcher sinking the solitude of a single casket, blast it, brassed picture, here’s my lecture interjected with an EXIT ONLY my A-hole, ass it should be, I’m not crumbly and/or crusty to subscriptions often, uncoming a tantrum of collapsable sorts—find flickered fetuses at The Morgue—down in doldrums playing the bass guitar of Blues—it coming very far for a suede svelte shape Loch Ness in a lake—chocolate chips in the pancake, arriving laden to the Made so people with a Mont-Blanc pen, a writing device when all is nice and symphonic jabber sorted, of sorts, with Boxer Shorts getting mildly moist at the sound of Kimmy’s voice, and rehearsed of that “single casket”—been alone so long—me missing Justine singing gentle songs, while riding in the car, we went so far, yes- so far in fact there wasn’t much of a point to go “beyond God!”

A statistician’s inclination to pay the dude on time so, all will be his, with even a blown kiss all sudsy and crumbly sweating buckets—this when to see a marriage torn, a wife discerned and dissuaded—Discorded—the loops on the land-line phone calls, but amounted to nothing but bitter chatter, the dry bread for breakfast, known as “Toast”—NO BUTTER—when aiming to take off shades of weight- the pounds with feet stomping the grounded belt of a Treadmill enamored and felt, start trudging with the left, the foot, the boot on a wheel, before me McNeil so militant madness at me—for smoking weed (in the year of 2005)—I stayed alive with a Traumatic Brain Injury, all me of mine, now foreign to any purple juiced red wine, been SOBER ALL THE TIME for several years, and no whining and no tears—strip the paper, I’ll see you later!

lol see ya lol