Pulling a Benjamin bill or an Ace card on the Boulevard

Come hither, to The Taxi driver who is partially blind, crashed be-hind and hindered, c’mere step-sister and Misses, I missed you, may I take your picture for a Christmas Card oh ho ho ho—pulling the Joker, struck to be all and endeavored with a present-time type of rapture, figure a Batter basketball and Peter Pancakes—that’s the FAKE “circumstances later-so lateral and not really Factual”—come undone sweet Attila The Hun—but do something about the odor and a mortar of molten caterpillars screeching (a man’s wheels, rims, tires) tried to get some rest—but by-gone-it and dag-nabbit, the pillow doesn’t seep sleeping la-di-da daily delight—i sleep mornings and early afternoons—me creating what one chooses to enjoy in a special fireworks kind of night

Katy Perry - Firework

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJuMBdaqIw

Sublingual asphyxiation and proud of The White Nation marching, this oh this, right here, so come near, that’s nearest an affliction of any intoxication, in a limo and wearing a tuxedo—you know, that’s how I do with U2’s “Zooropa” disc

U2 - "Zooropa"

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLODRsWgAHIf9WJ1Y7MHvsIHVnWfMRXDib

Which unto you, that’s how I do, pancakes and maple syrup for you, with a whisker-doodle fine treat, this while I’m hungry for some meats (smoker seeks meet like pork in loins) endeared of a dozen Daniel’s and his work-load, jiggaboo phat load, whatever I mean by that, I tip my hat when I think of the billions of dollars each hour, but the investments gone sour, because of my Dad and he’s been mad I’m giving him less than half, MAYBE, and because I really want Dan to profit oh-so much more, and buying a lot more—like he’s got a BMW—present tense in store, but the feelings fighting while I’m typing—I LOVE MY HUNDREDS OF READERS!—books with twitters and some such egg-beaters cooked with furnaces for “heaters”—i say fuck the Haters—mad and bad, like The Mad Hatter of doing drugs of a phenomenal psychedelic nature, all natty magic mushrooms, at Church on Christmas Eve, when I’ve been with my mind bending spoons as of my such sugar sweet love for many, many, including YOU!