I am a Middle-Man and I’m doing what I can, to the fullest, my belly tumbles and running raucous (semi-racist!) sort of fussing—FLATLINED!

Google: “Robotussin tripping”

Figure out who I am and who I be, I beckon thee sworn on, wait, and look at that The Red Sea (!!!) where’s her cotton, treated temporarily while the menses—an awful mess—you girls wearing a white dress on occasion, or black dress pulled up high—oh Depends on what “Granny Pants” lol jk =P

To Come to Some touchy-feely and fleshy-fleshy ordinary compliments, hinted to mention what I’ve failed to due—me sleeping with an overnight with what lady—touchy and feely, seeking the direction of a North Pole on a globe like a 3-D map of Planet Urgent—plate the pie, tonight I won’t deny, this “Standards Living” something about “Averte” I want to be okay to drive a car painting on the Carnauba Wax, with water conformed into individual “Beads”—throw some RAIN-X on the, for the wipers, slick vision restored—until it rains again for some more!

Tickled to the Toes and Eat @ Joe’s a marvelous cavern but buried away from my SOBRIETY—so I won’t do any business with whatever, what-have-you, a Tavern—steered cleared of my travels, sinking solemn glass after glass, I grew heavy, certainly, sufficing with what “barroom nonsense” but never banged a chick or a chicken—to the fingering licking (and liking) basic goodness—pizza pie and N&J’s on occasion, this when some peers of a few younger years, they made that Coffee Shoppe hopping to the beat of a rhythm—loud cars with faulty exhaust pipes—when Days End one time or two (too many), they gave me free booze!