Tuna Fish—I am Rich!

Ho and Hum, I be honest and truthfully, that maybe only hardly, Satoshi Nakamoto, yeah me, with all the hidden and those coveting my rich-ness, I see, nearly constantly, be it a basis, crunching $BTC homeostasis, when credit carded, but I’ve never had a low-class Brunch for Only a Lunch, but arriving at your table Sir, with Broccoli as you’ve requested, of what to be not at—say,—at Hardee’s that be, in Harlem, food goodness harnessed and heralded—yeah some of that, the harnessed Finesse "Pert Plus" 1990’s follicles up-standing, to have been felt the Blackest Borough of the NYC—seeking Zeus and Zuckerberg, and Done the finest wine of a younger Brother for Breakfast then Brunch then Lunch—Lucky I’m Charming...

Some say to a something sort of nothing day, This when while I invite you to peruse my “STYLE” that’s “IN” along the Nile—a River supplying perhaps Ocean Arctic hydration to the MySheets as per Mike Lindell, questioning his unseen treasure—a Majesty’s (Magesty) pleasure, pleased—but Chanel CoCo #9 with that attack upon a fragrance to quell some such masking bodily odors, a bunch, and pertinently pertaining to the equidistant equation of something like an inebriated time to reach the down-low said, “Hi” well up and so some odious perspiration, mixed with “salty water” a Church Jesus Christ with Wafer as per the Body of Christ—green grapes for sure, not here, not there (The Charlton Federated Church), lurch in the air, Quiver everywhere, like some cold weather temperature while the step-mother rubs her biceps and Shivers everywhere, then plus also saying in a dim-lit vocal climate “Brrr it’s chilly”—it’s always chillen—with my alwayschillen presitge, precious, peeking and pecking, to be inspecting the keystrokes, Facebook “Poke “ and a hard fork, some silent at the arbitrage and symphonatical “Tical” as per the Wu-Tang Clan: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3zMeRAWQdw)

Testing, Testing
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Testing, Testing
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Ask John Doe about his britches and his Betty Boop shoveling in cereal with a swoop, A SPOON SCOOP up the Frosted Flakes—Tony the Tiger of some such foreign African land, that, and been, miraculous within, my Marquis-kind-‘o’-kin and  China’s Panda Population, copulated and when contemplated to swish the dish with trinkets and teases, I will have a full serving from a Servant’s Type ‘o’ TICKLE

Pickle Fish & Tuna Fish (yeah I’m rich...) typing albeit to a Typeset Tutor at Tudor’s man-made canopy slave, him saved for the rest of, well, SUMMA DAT “Welcome” set feet, set footed, arbitrary rooted,—when arbitrarily soothed by the way, by the way—of the Ocean, yeah you can’t sink this here boat!—it sifts and sways with what Waves, particular of a summer-day’s turned ON “sprinkler” or maybe springtime—remember the Blood of Christ was once or twice (dare I say three in a character of “a 3”... or sufficing a “THRICE” ??? ) to entice the young whining mind, winding down, as per the Hymn’s of God The “Him” to a null point of poured red liquid, cut out the middle of an egg OR A PURPLE BERRY—so as onto swooping and swooning and smacking upside the head, an early on drinker of a household jug, whiskers turned into the proud-footed heebie-jeebies kind of kid, stealing Mom and Dad’s liquorish concoction so as to make a motion—ocean again, when will it end?
How’s about a Tidal Wave (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQ1hydsf1gM&list=PLZcWc4HBLJMThcXMib2PWSQJI30kdo5Uq), The Tidal Wave comes crashing

Buying Pearls for Arba
Flexxing Mussels at:
The Sole Proprietor

Done easy cinched with a wink, this is the celebration of mine, A.A. at the Charlton Federated Church—me having attended to quit the booze-hound tomfoolery, meeting at night-time, some derelicts thinking of that purple juice—or the liquored stickler’s favorite an age old classic, Vodka and O.J. cures the ways of MY SIMPLE SOLUTION ::: subdue with NONE OF THAT ICE COLD “BREW”

SOBER 2016+

What you need to do—and I will only say this thing once—or again or repeated, I like the “Luxury Treatment”—her lip-gloss, secretary glasses, butt floss stringy things creeping in a “Crevist” on Alta Vista Dot Come to me closer I’ve got a note for her and then something to tell her, “I AM NOT A GUD SPELLAR!”