Upon a Pen (read until the end)

$16,000 for this been a silky Namiki Pen, tell me when to say what time is it, Big Ben in London, U.K. okie Pookie?

Where do I choose not to be here at “Averte” or to stay, being ‘here and there’  but standing erect and vertically? Enchanting exchanging what I see for “encampment camps” ask old Granny, or “Gramps” !!!!!

Of “oh’s” to the groundskeeper in a tracker of ID’s becoming “Tech” as seen in the chinky China of liquor-tarnished and homeless “Bum Wines”—they’re not my kind of individuals with addiction rituals—The Addicts not getting $0.02 of my USD in what couple pennies I attempted a donation to these boozers and junkie losers of livelihoods and even their actual living, they’re homeless criminals—being Strange “Creatures”—unfortunately having created offspring, hearts to hear them sing, Moody Blues begging for dollar bills, yeah THEM but not for food—feeling I’d donate my 2 cents in American currency of my Bank of America with about $200 or sum paltry amount, the prices of “crypto-currencies” I’ve mounted the helm Mountain of cash think $200 turns into a grand short of $70,000 each, like I’m hoping Dan got me “Shiba Inu” that went up like 500,000% well spent—a dog with short legs—like that one with Dan and Matt missing, the couple cousins I would be kissing their feet—when we next meet—my favorites of a family raised tried ’n’ true, right Aunt Sue? I think so and you TOO!

Status arrived CoVid-19 I named in 2005 when I was so insistent their biggest ’n’ baddest virus abided by the laws of legitimacy—N95’s I bought in 2004—when I knew for sure there would be the phattest Panoramic Apocalypse with airborne pesticides and pleaseing the Public I knew in advance: “Co”=Dad’s company, “Vid” BitTorrent, and 19 for a youthful age—flying really fast The Sage of my knowing—19 a teen age and I in my 20’s when I spawned a vision of ventilators and costing the world a whole lot of money—yeah 2004 I ordered 250 N95 masks—and 250 more as a whim being a VIM, of what badness the chink-eyes surmise and surprise the Earth, “Coronavirus” yeah I instructed them to name it after a beer (Corona) I wouldn’t drink because “funk” Me-hi-co of Spanish I at WSU where I met Mannie the cheerleader and seeing her at the gym two times—I would walk on an INCLINE of 3% at 3.2 MPH—reducing my “Spastic Gait” way back when (and sort of currently) one leg shorter, the walking of me, never had to “walk the line” when I drank a beer at Supper, thanking UNO’s, a la Justine Aragona’s presence, that her and I would sit and think, what whimsical words would cheer her heart!

I never minded her limp when she would walk—legitimately focused on bubble-rings, bought her nice jewelry, too, that still now, she’s the one I choose, sleeping next to her buns, both of them, that’s FUN! ❤