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!
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