Mechanic said, “it’s good, so POP THE HOOD”

Few ground around some wood with sharp splinters—on the situation, what a mess—red wine spilt on a white dress—you only wear a couple instances per month, or something like that—a kitty cat in summer Heat, doing dipping toes into a settled stream, wading now, sourpuss, such a fuss with the waterline, shirts and shorts pulled up at peak, swimming to the shallow—this beautiful babes bathing is over-rated and fantastical—oh some would say, to dance and prance some other day:

Like tomorrow, morning after with a simple Pill known as "RU-486" or something recently developed—all for show, while said, and Steve Madden alligator boots must cost a pretty penny, so sore, but able yeah, me, hoping to make far-out leaning to the sides at a session of a hula-hoop kind of lessened abilities—I mean, really, hoping and hopping the hoop—thrown for a LOOP—sacrificing those who they don’t know the joy to be had, talking to my Mom and Dad on the telephone, whilst living here at “Averte”—bartered and harbored Coastal Bay—a Black girl says to her white boyfriend, “Hooray ‘Bae’” with what a Southern Sun, so subsequently—GULF OF AMERICA! it will resound its name for what I’m used to, American dominance, service, Seniority over messy Mexican folk—and chipper chop-sticks for Chinese at ease and Standing SHORT with a lack in their height, probably sleeping Señorita bring the pesos with you and what’s this? a gram of 24k gold, and a hundred dollar bill, being a birthday gift to Brother Bro (Justin M.) written a couple paragraphs for him and his online fame, many TaLenTed works of art, dearest Marquis-hearted should be “SPLENDIDmarquis” —but instead, he has “scrollingmarquis” and artwork hung up on a restaurant’s walls above the tables and seats- artwork and neat but needing a girlfriend who on-to spend time with one another, he’s my Brother being similar in age and our loves of pretty pieces of artwork, him with pastels and me with writing PENCILS in previous years, the mental-hospitals I would craft printer paper with 3” pencils’ graphite, but to be behind a lock & key—never again, I hope—I don’t want to spend a weekend with wacky people, INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!

So and so, when Jesus Christ perished in pain, it began to rain wherever he was I only read the Psalms!