TaLenTed and Hark, “The Heathens” and that old “Weatherbee Family” on T.V.

Queen’s Question: Who has seen the foreign shores, streamlined waves—blamed on the black slaves—what saves for a moment (on a Monday) whilst to see their saliva, them wide “brows” the natural nest of black hairs, when there was a time where, what aught to weigh, way to say, how about to be, how to see, what floats mid-air effortlessly, ???

THE SMOKE! I vouch, I crouch, I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t do it—to the Toilet

I depend on the well of such upon, “Depends”—sitting streaking far out geeking, said to be of a Greasy land

There’s no doubt, my teeth tempestuously teetering in my mouth—remember, no temper, no tempered tantrums—Tantric lovin’ spoonfulls by the handful, fantastic flatly laden, iron on in the kitchen, by the sink and so as if to think the Jacob’s Ladder over the little bits of Betty’s “Bitter Batter”—lined up with a half full cup of oodles of noodles, the Shanghai sewer stench, a stunt, and the coach says, “Take the bench for a bit”, lined up for a switch pitcher, pink-hitter, no- a squeeze of tall Ted Williams, powerful knees, off label, bringing it to the table—big bowls of Broth, asunder to some chicken bits, how so aloof?

Much upon tempting WOOL of lambs and sheep, done be the best and so, sheared fuzz (forlorn)  and the glands of Christian Sands coaching labeled laboratory, female private parts, lost lusting the labeled labia, tight tickled might hit that pu$$y up and all of that, kitty-cat a pussycat scram to a deserted foreign land

Leaking out lye, lol no joke, so nope, I decry and decrypt with the slip of one lip, the fat one, for fatties, the obese girlies—but deserving a Dove, that is the soap, keep the jellyrolls clean, Jellie-Bellies bereft for and of a “Church Sweep” so sweet that Blessed “bread”—and your inclination to increase a $Bitcoin shilled, that’s what a transfer is called—many wallets wild and yeah some small like the $ETH only hours ago—do you follow?

Keep the detrimental behind and focus on your mind—swifty kiltered by the MMJ “trees” milligrams of what do we see?

CBD!

Swished and <><  ><>  (fished) that’s fine, the delicate, discreet, and ~delicious~ to eat, time to dine! That’s mine to shine so effortlessly like when girls look pretty, all to and all of thee, show it to me—ain’t thatta right, Holey delight of a torn off flip-flop sandal—an ordinary pair of “Thong Sandals”—with that to handle, evoking a tangle in a ball of yarn, and a heap of hay found in a barn, to keep the cattle munching ’n’ crunching, all to produce that white drink, something now called “Silk” done be sold at the store—really great buys out there, but I don’t care as here at “Averte” they keep me well fed while going low-carb (still now not sure if I should have a slice of pizza, hmmmm) writing such magic come as I please 250 visitors per day—giving what Wayne (Dad) and wet water with its being completely silent, have you heard the Tsunami is coming—it may be Ultra-Violet (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqYXd7hX8-4) or Ultra-Violent (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sp2rcbZTYQw)