Seated and Sitting on a Path to Peace—now let’s crumble a muffin, Puffed Pastry—“Pick a card, any card!”

Fantastick trembles among long on Planet Earth—a Dove (like the such a soap, a Bird) and Nations scramble a couple pegs picked two proposals 1.) purposely useful 2.) so to spell with graphite pens in accordance, a Mid-Easter forecast 3.) ???

I can’t see, there being a THREE, with my “Cuz” Dan Besse—shown him the best I can be, we have plenty of fiat money been Ben Benjamin Bills—no frills, no pills, numb Limbs—when sacrificing a lamb-orghini Murcielago of many known motorists and bicycles built to climb a mountain in the boondocks, honk honk and we’re Home— to waste a big belly “Ellie” saying something scary—she was Orphan-ated but nice to me, here at “Averte” kissing her came so easily and I never had an orgasm with her!

Throw a rock and it fits betwixt two huge trees, and say it loud, “PLEASE!”

Bought a Boogie, some snatched—my written words, my craft—oh geez, like oh crap Holy Israel (our ally) asking, “Why?” with a sombel such tremble of the twisted, so strong like my wristed haste, padding on the hair make a Pastry delectable a delicate Croissant with my #1 favorite Aunt you—know—who ??? Right aways been venturing at “Averte” for years, but on the plus size, I’m not denied of food or or or Coke Zero, spinning a wide pin-wheel, with certainly blowing out the candles—step moms strident chewing clean whilst doing the obscene, and watching the next scene of a movie, positioned politely, go-getting the fine feeling or mine, of me, singing poetry/prose—but I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle or powered bike:

AS THE RUSH COMES! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGH8rnraxoE)