The Such To Be Hold, and my pot ‘o’ gold

You’ve been told and probably “home schooled” around a professional Tutor—turning up the Tweeter ambulance siren AMP-LO-FRYED fish in a dish of scalloped sushi—the fun to me, Thee Author and host with moist tissues taken to the trash—seen a pelvic gash?—smelled a fishy meal?

I ask what about, Field&Stream caught a Trout, what about here’s me with a little fishy about the recollection of that Sunny Day With Dad, destination a Stream, but not Netflix or bandwidth ""Streaming""—think of the chilly water and Dad, he’s a great Father, so go figure, he cooked this little trout with minuscule aqueous meat- bones to pick and then filleted:

Oh those were the days when millions USD were our, our, oh the hours, out of reach for me, that never did I think I would be TaLenTed INVESTING in money and gold, God bless the extra rest I would get with an early bed-time all through school, that was cool while feeling ENERGY for the best of me and my “super-intelligence hardcover book” I occasionally git to give it a go- far into, preferring a Holy work of art, The Qur’an, “Iranian proxies” probably gonna be evil, that’s their way to be *shrug* and a mammoth mammaries hug to the hottie Mommy of an old girlfriend—I want her back!—Justine has been my greatest lover thus far—her hottie Mommy and I—we would be somewhat intimate, doing it a few times, and Endearing that her marriage, the ending of it—it was near but I wasn’t too clear on Mr. P.’s depression, severely sleeping or tossing and turning in bed, using my head not to name names, I want you to read me and listen to the manly voice I’m talking listen to the AMPLITUDE of my great attitude when ignoring that 1 girl so poor, so prude, but pretty and that’s shitty to hide what treasures by any measure, excusing the Monthly—stay away from me, I’d tell her when On The “Rag” and I incapacitated in the hospitals “Recovering” with the I.C.U. surgeons hovering ,the doctors hovering above me, above my stamina—I couldn’t keep my eyes open much, that month— oh that frigging pain, the visitors some I disdain, but Jesus dying on the cross—I hardly believe that’s why it rained—as I’m a man of controversional nomenclature, and COINCIDENCE (!!!) when I would weep, finding “CRYpto-currencies” I forecasted and expected things to happen, like in Wu-Han, I emailed them in late 2005, they’re a “virus-hive” letting the mother F “CoVid-19” out, spreading across “PLANET URF!” where that virus thrived...

THAT’S ME WITH “””A STRIPER””” GONE OCEAN FISHING WITH MY DAD!

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And here’s me with a girl who...

SHE WAS NOT “””A STRIPPER””” lo and behold I never saw her bare chest, I promise you all, I like them small, medium, or maybe large—SHIP HIT THE BARGE, this June Vo wasn’t charged for the Breast and Chest Augmentation—they were a gift from an older relative or something I forget, but here’s June Vo and I — we never kissed and I didn’t like hugging her I did HUG(e) her once or twice, and that was nice, to absorb the sheer GIRTH of this GIRL:

She was a friend of a friend from ever since Saint John’s High School, I knew Derek Langlois—he was so cool—and he liked how I never saw her, June, the girl’s bare chest!

Leave it to me, I CONTROL MY HETEROSEXUALITY — not even a kiss for her with one eye odd- her born that way, and a long time since, the snapshot taken then, back many years ago in 2005!

She’s married, she got her eye fixed (aligned), and she got married, SO GOOD FOR HER, “June Vo” you know???