Twinkle Toes my Little Bro

Tweedle Dee and with my fantastic prose/poetic symphonies, so simple and we have great skin—ALL WHITE, ALL RIGHT! So to be said, I had to, but this will be the last of URBAN dwellers who are very occasionally good spellers, albeit being some alright nutrition, this dissolution of a Bum-Folk with a crown, so you and I—now stick with me—BE PROUD TO BE UPPER CLASS, and “Fancy” eh, eh Lad???

Dad is proud of our poignant principles (Mr. Daniels the Principal, and Mom's employment) sing a song, play along, on the Chorus of piano-playing with a collection of Lego’s—call them Instruments, some Carmaraderie and good old LIVESTRONG LANCE! butts biker shorts when summertime so heated, water inside our bouyant bodies depleted, departing the physical self with a streaming line of piss—zippers up and zipped!

“WE’VE GOT A SEEDER!” — a la There’s Something About Mary with Ben Stiller—so hold yourself up by your britches and dirty migrants digging highway bridges, alone along the way, brother Justin I have to say, unto the pristine 40th Birthday

BROTHER BUSTIN’ JUSTIN—you are a shining light every single day!

Smoothly surrounded I found it

Doctors all around- their voices jumbled muffled lingo—cerebellum, say what of a cranial “vent” drilled through my skull, their bellies bereft of abs or fat, all at that, and this little Miss or Misses, bringing kisses and hugs—limp minuscule shrugs—sifting it all away, how about Demi Glacé on pork loin or the Swished Sweden’s meatballs of spice, so nice to taste, eaten it all, been the large portion neck of a Fork and lifting trucks benign with a straight-male Pieces squiggled line, all mine, done to sprayed hoses, you all Kleenex bloating noses of what-not but buttered and moist, snot-rag handkerchief, hung a Hollywood Christmas “wreath” wealth and health standing proud and tall, and my gifted sense, reduced legs of 3.5” in 2005 but I’m still alive—“TBI SURVIVOR” words of glory, some short stories... many “Soliloquies”—neato, best of me, Internet storage, come and see, my www.wrxtbi.com and www.alwayschillen.com reading/writing and mowing the lawn, humming to the Saxophone! ring ring ring, so ***grin***