FREE LANCE! AND FREELANCE WRITING THIS AUTHORSHIP!

Writing about Lance Armstrong, well my yellow bracelets have been taken off of my wrists, leaving only WHITE (only!) “BLESSED” bracelets and when only, white skin = bread winded like a watch kept off crocheted crows’ shaded darkly and dimly with a cute set of dimples and dime bags for “Ten Cents per piece” Rodney Piper the bumtown angler when hunting Buck with a dollar in his bill-fold when, wait, what? Put that on HOLD when my $200 “HODL” canvas was returned, and my parents see the “coinage” I’m interested in “23” from Miles Cyrust dipping the chosen cheezy-zits dipped in that puffy white puss leaving a pock-mark of years before Pro-Active was of avail.  Taming the smudged lips—they tick in the Tanning Booth high ’n’ dry on drugs, hugs, pugs, pups, Pops, what’s up, Dad? I know you have “HAD IT” with this dilly-dally shit—but this is where I GET MY FIX, blockage bricks leading up to the front steps—been so long since I’ve been to—a distant there:

MY REAL HOME IN CHARLTON, MASS!

With my “Health-Proxy” parents who, like the Au-coin’s they charged me a months rent here and there—when I had some $1000’s in my Bank of America—when NOW I HAVE $1M+ buttered in another Bank of what amounted to many banks—Dan to thank, I will reciprocate and he’s “Da MAN” to have procreated with Jessica, having “mated” in what-matters to me getting a null, when my (Fishing) Rod is NULL and prone to a serrated Skull like Scully and Mulder on the X-Files that there was a hearing in Washington, D.C. where I’ve seen some YouTube videos about UAP’s (unidentified arial phenomenon) when I browse The (Fishing) MET THE NET WITH VIRTUE, but of who ???

You reading this and thanks it really makes, to mean to me such vibrant vivacity—key to the city! when at Worcester State University, the hear-say of what a way to piss my pants in front of the class of mainly famished for (good) food, them eating Cafeteria food paid by one’s parents or self, if working a job, trusting they’ll press the protrusion, of my collegiate infusion, seeking Gillette razors to trim one’s Venus in the shower, how so and how LONG? about a quarter ($0.25 USD) of Oathkeepers hours, driving the SUV’s Nissan “Pathfinders” along the trail (and there legit-ly alleged insurgency...) I was in many surgeries... THEIR TRIALS FOR “THE INSURGENCY” what’s it called? Trump’s Cacophany with Welfare’s Welch’s bread-and-butter clitter-cluttered for the FEMALES tuff as nails—painted and primped and primed 3,5,7,11 somethign somethign I forget—we’ll take a better Huskies bought at The Breeders with their hustle and busses being taken by Peter who I pretended “he” was a “her” in the dark and parked seeking L.G. like the electronical company, selling quality big TV’s—Peter in a dress?—is my mind getting to me?—or did my Mom (and Dad) play a TRICK on me ?????

I known and suchly the sucking of plublickly picking a little chickie to “Roost” with me rabble-rouser Doogie Houser—here’s Kate Upton with one of my favorited virtues, the arena’s fluorescent “Hues”—it’s Kate Upton doing “The Dougie” let’s see her wing it in what has amounted to a pulling of my heartstrings, as “I’ma do the Dougie” doughboy delicious delinquent Kate Dancing see??? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfOBSW-YFs

She get’s the go-getter best of me — DAN — “Saving Face” She saved face when she brushed her hair and I respect that! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuMthoAEXJk

I RESPECT DAN BESSE MY FAVORITE “CUZ” my favorite cousin, of course, as we're both males and near one another in age, and with what I do now, me (Bitcoin halving) me (and D.B.) having rehearsed the lyrical CBD ONLY type of ancestry of having learnt the month or so of Lent (something Landing!) looked up to my “Cuz” about what’s the buzz of $64,400 a piece my TEN BITCOIN WALLETS “Commodore 64” and “Nintendo 64” and “Nintendo64” for what about-ly amounted to be what but about-ly $69,000 each with so many coins, shrinking and sinking, but singing, in these tainted loins of a Grudge Match to light up a cig-a-rette — IMPORTANTLY, I HAVEN’T HAD A CIGARETTE IN A YEAR OR SO! — to slow the “Cancer” that is not my own, sitting at a-top this hunny honed $BONE (crypto) cinged smell of what makes me yell at the yellow $PEPE (crypto) scent of ammonia— to each his own, one Hun, 2 Buns on that Hunny Smooshing parts and privy to me, another way to entry, SUPER-market’s entryway with your Cart to pile on the Funyuns and walking on swollen bunions!