Take a Real Her ` ` ` being that I want to buy a house from a pretty beautiful female Realtor near my Mom and Dad in Charlton, MA and buy a Tesla Roadster!

I dance freely, with camera shine to heal me, to Fix my “Netflix” whist Jones’ing for a superbly superfluous shot of candy booger-snot, to take my pic of a barged Dr. Dick Candiddy—where to the at and swinger season At Bat—baseball parked in a hefty lot—say it so, the bean-town bars “bouncers” turning away the sobriety-enabled assholes and pricks, of pinned cushions sitting silently but highly inebriated, on the entered realm of Ethanol and IPA (Isopropyl alcohol), been cleaned up a purposeful “cutting”—creating epidermal decimal pinned Piercings—not a single (Lady) tongue tied up with that silver bead, yeah I know what I need—said to thus lady, “Oh please do proceed and taste a eucalyptus “seed” !!!!! —filling a “silly need”?

Daintily subsided all me thus then as of when, at the bottom of the bag—a potato chip with a twist, them BBQ Frito’s spiral crunchies (cringled and middled)—and we have ME there of winding a $CAKE smile so such seeing my 50,000 dentistry procedure, it’s bright and going out all-wild, winded sprinting a la some tested running Track in those Saint John’s High School days—based and balls, windows on the walls, and Willy Mays the tried African American batter him black and making waves, so long slaves, being it ended through Prez recalling President Billy Lincoln (?) having Ham to eat—ten toes (licking toads psychedelic) or who knows—mushrooms to grow!—greedy mind operating freely seen the calamity of peaceful colors vibrant—and oncoming who knows?

Abraham Lincoln had ten toes and being tall with a beard—a Proclamation ot the Aussie nation known for Sydney and awful (awefully) Auschwitz karma curmudgeon, Jewish men in dungeons of death with graven gasoline like cynanide, to amplify that Germain Hitler swamp-sticker Swasticking time, all mine thoughts of what is most pleasant, birdcalls a phat feasant please picking what worms or acorns or whatever, chewed up gringo Skoal in a tin—being Copenhagen tobacco, that fruity food obtuse and writing brown ink sinking in the tooth’s enamel, my dental-bill, many stammered at such a comma with that ludicrous $50 character, some singing smeared, Sammy endeared and petite to treat, her so small—does she have “sum such BF???” I wonder, will she warm me in the cold Winter nights? Temptatious textual delight—keeping an eye on the sight (what website?) prayed delight to see some smiles—my writing never, ever being with out a rat-tat-tat swears words so sparse—whimsical taco sauce—Taco Bell packets by the handful—drinking Red Bulls and blowing up a Pink Balloon (Stallone?) being buying an ocean boat (oh so clean in clear waters afar!) a Scarab boat, a powered-up house running on HIGH OCTANE like a “F-16 Fighter” U.S.A. plane—call my Dad: Wayno—nicknamed at the ECM Plastics, Inc. “Office” you know?!

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