Fervently Fed Running Funny Food here, oh John Deere (Stocks) when walking the walker with what Wheelchair?

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Needs no refrain, putting my sanity first or second ticking-typing I’m that type to subscribe—I say, staying up all night and alone, this computer come to a Putter—people poising and posing, posting, my computing—all the stopwatches time will tell, feigned a smile and walk a mile, with “slave shoes” on protrude-ing jabs on Black’s toes, BLM???

Maybe but Maybe Not!

Tried typing a known Nut!

Equated to the dark meat of a Wild Turkey, lingered hogging temptation to take Tadalafil (E.D.) I don’t have that older and aged bull-crap and shit, my weight so good because of generic Cialis 1x per day at a tiny doseage, masturbatory inclination to spread my Seeds with Swiss Navy smoothed silky sensation, as per my big Mr. Pee-Pee and wholesomely “Endowed” to deal with legs spread—I don’t eat bread with this awesome method of conning out Carbs, coming light so gently, my pleasure please, with nothing to do with the Black smut—Kimmy K.’s backwards backside and bulbous breasts filled with stuff and POUFFY SALINE, somewhat salty after to be tasted, liquids wasted in excess, and that snorted smack panic-attack, albeit absent “comida” eat eat, cold soup, V-8 engines, some intestines bellowed as per sleek cuts of Sirloin Steaks—bits of fatty pudge on the meat and greet, arriving late and lacking the luster to imbibe some Mr. Planters marijuana farm, picketed peanuts, the Fuss and the Funniest Final line of Lucy (doing Laurie in a limousine...), her husband was okay with—pro poor Po’ Boy fillet of fish cooked comfortably bake a $CAKE been Bruce firing one up on the stove-topped Microwave

— wave to the crowd, hands shaking and talking too Loud —

Loyally awarded the “PEACE-PIPE” seeking some methylated concoction to Put Pep in your Step (no relation to a Step-Mom) Justine’s Mom and I, well we “got it on”—something happened in the shower, her shorter than I and her sexually pleased, maybe pardon my French of and to take on multiple partners—pussy player, signed a Waiver, then those shallow waves keep coming, surely the salmon is a great Fish—wrist got to give it a twist—ducking down, the boys are back in town—calm on The Common, keep the cars coming, but I not driven a vehicle in years, my John Deere’s money and abstaining from spending—it’s waiting!—and I subservient to millions of “Tokens”—treating a great dame right at night, nestled and right, to fall asleep—but don’t make a peep, instead eat Pop Secret popcorn buttered baked toast requiring a resolute “topping” of butter or margarine apropos spread syrup, class abrupt and call it canceled the classroom teaching taking it’s “Toll”—fuzzyhaired toy Trolls, the dolls for dollars long ago, this I know

With whatever gift I give paying Bills—been to Buffalo nickles of ancient decree and me fairly happy with a lot of gold and “grams”—the peaceful beaches tanned SAND all boxed up, free a Pup and calm the family of mice—swallowed whole by a snake, a Boa Constription instigated, never been consecrated and/or constipated, but for my constricted vessel financial venture at my Bank of America and awaiting the $1M+ in “TD Bank” with Daddy to thank, and Mother Mom who loves this sing-along “I LOVE IT” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY

Ah who’s piloting said Subaru vehicles, sipping on a slurped noodle, and “Dude that’s some great $FOOD for me here at “Averte” where I be statuses UP’s E. days to see, a Sunday sunset with a bone to pick, fickle fruity fish, be laying her eggs (albumen) in the ocean blue—so it’s repetitive long on the decline—FOR THE WIN!—AMEN! GO TEAM JEFF!

AMERICA FIRST!