Some time in the clearing when a Spiritual "Climax" endears me, done with a dagger addled swagger, thereafter

Daunting and Daring of I’m the one with such staring, asunder and not caring, much, while munching Ritz Candy Crackers to go off on a rant—I am, and me myself, never “Bereft” of a comforting computer keyboard jotting my Thoughts all there, throughout The Net bringing in a real haul of spaccy finish—us all diminished with that longhorn net and dripping sweat—unto the heathens, my own bretheren Brother Justin remaining calm, yeah him and Lance of previous Jehovah’s Witness stressed stresses—I made some online-handles as see-saw seen here my John Dearest (stocks!):

Walk the walk and wail your little lungs out (and hearts, clubs, DIAMONDS...) shining so brightly when then every single saying “Nighty Nighting” with wakefulness dwindling dreamy mingling some clouds white and wedding rings, brightly stirred-up Stirrups some hiccups the girl with D-cups- see them shining a low glow of blinding WHITE LIGHT!

All time’s outting aught be what’s next- come sunrise, aware of one’s percepted and perceived SUNLIGHTS EVE! unbeknownst to leave the good ol’ bed, sleepy head (!!!) the maid is so done, instead, to wave the vacuum Southern Space in this shoddy place of Pizza Paragraphs, forgoing “Draft Heinekens” well that depends on Brother Justin pulling an “Ace”—looking at his face and facts—he ain’t going out like that, concealing the hairs of grey like a barrel of HEY WHAT IS THIS?  I give him a hug and but not a kiss, so Cheeky, when now, no more Eczema to be seen, that years ago my Mom would say, “Don’t forget your face cream!” and “Let’s go to Dresser Hill for ICE CREAM!” when you scream, and I scream, that, you shouldn’t speak too loud, unless you’re in a noisy crowd, His Highest- a heinous Highness I digress and dingle twinkle pouf aloof and that’s the truth!

I talked to Vivek Ramaswamy in 2005/2006 on videophone in Bruce’s office, seen here, Vivek — VOTE VIVEK RAMASWAMY FOR “POTUS” 2024!

Yeah I’ve talked with them both, this true, this isn’t a joke—to have known so many Stars $$,$$$,$$$ online that’s fine and finery with Cutlass syrup getting the best of me! So swill your time drinking white wine, so as to preserve those white teeth—the Reds—have a piece of bread symbolically when “The Body of Christ”—it’s a favor of my olde tyme neighbors being diverse and none have perished—so no Hearse to be seen, gut out my Spleen with Splenda—for an avid chance of changing the clocks back, that so AFT—rears done the Racketeering on fruit-punches, they are clearing, and what to do when Nearing to suspend that stupid “Ice Bucket Challenge” kinda Trend when spent the money suspended “Frozen Funds” when I’m the one shilling Bitcoins to my hunny-buns... (__)(__) cutesy a-told ramming a playtime Troll or what was transferred to a special child—Dan splurge for your child, of the two new family members—and writing to Mom and Matt—yeah I’ll keep them in mind until The End