I quote: “Bearwhale, Bitcoinica and Dwolla”

Bantered and best while I press on the dial but only to release a buttoned up seemingly seen-through frequencies Palo-Alto a TONE commissary communication with a lay-side ocean Atlantic—I don’t use Tik-Tok at all because I’m not fond of trends with on-video befriending with the Chit-Chat—it’s what with IT like The Ticking Tides, Atlantic or Pacific to take a salty like licking the salt—a brattlebee kind of sense in my sensual heart—whether going to be A WHITE AMERICAN GIRL strictly (!!!) false pretense of what be dark-skinned, nowhere in my kin—but for Lisa C. born kids—pro por quid the liquidacious “Tranny” backwords surgery of averting and reversing direction of the man-to-a-female sort of SWITCH!

"Trans" evil so smeared disheveled, like a Witch—and weathered to soak up the notoriety, bragging this ’n’ that about the technology supposed "miracle" of Trans for surgeries, all a shame, all so shamed—mistaking appearances, Food Stamps for purchases, focused and staring at a naked toots for kicks — and there’s too much shock-value in swapping genders, so I disapprove of any tomfoolery = Tranny Tom That Fool = CHOO CHOO “TRAINS” going on and on and on, being so hard when upon an odd bathroom, get atcha soon, hit me right back when you DIAL that Samsung cellphone, call me at home, called E.D., called at home—king on his throne, with not only a switch, but a mound in that good ol’ sport of Bases, Batters, and Outfielders—I’m looking to make it to third base in a parking lot, or maybe not as my Subaru has been sold at a quite old point of prime precision in time, in the year of the Lord, a 2016+ SOBRIETY, the Subaru—it had then, the, a, Makers Date of 2011: a, Subaru Legacy!