To. think, I LOVE MY DAD FOR MAKING PROFITS and him and 3 equal partners Inc. BUYING THE WHOLE BUILDING !!!!! =)

To come so cold, writing with fingers frostbite to dance on the keys, of “played some notes” in and on some various filled notebooks—scammer kind of crooks, night to hit the books—so as such to be prancing with a free-disease of an African HIV, not for me, no herpes, effing with a please harness the powers of “The Lady Pill”—yeah estradiol, dressed in soil, my soul, digging some soliloquy—wheels spinning for the life livelong (Livestrong) digging dirt, smarties that work, for a paid-so meal A La Mc-Donalds burger treat, or feeliing as spicy as a King of Burger chains #2—wise guys and fried eggs tossed to a pet dog swimming paddling, saved by a Timber Tree—a log to live long paws up resting, running river flowing, making contact with a solid ground, The “Hound” chewing on marrow, the path is www.narrowslabs.com (all gone) I saw opened up, some years ago—while not allowed to use protein-peptides, say some SNAP-8 for a facial recognition of Hollywood boardwalk Park Place, parked in a suitable space, wings up, taller is better than smaller—shorter by a big bitten Ripley’s Milk-Bone and Bizmark being fed—what about a Farming for “Karats” instead, been buying metals, seen Space-X shuttles

To be at what’s best, bourgeoning and big and buttery chest with showing abs (abdominal muscles) alacrity of Gym Rats pacing quickly with some Cardio—worked worn and passing the National Fitness Test

I have wondered, are most people who get “Food Stamps” large and fat and hairy?

SNAP limitations, the EBT folk with fish sticks on their plate—in the “Averte” Office sits Nate, a nail in ‘Nethanial’ Negro Primate—I like to see the Southern Sun (LINK LINK LINK) jotting some, sorts of Notes—I know, neither Neanderthal or played mostly white keys, playing piano, call up an “escrow” www.whale-alert.io transactions, an orbital refraction—like pulling out me thoughts of an eruption, Tantric gratification, of gratitude—of attributes played a plaid fiddle cucumber fruited with loops—the crazies in love, that lovey-dovey loveliness, worn a white (rental) Wedding Dressed Up In WHITE refrained—away from devious dark disdain, Squid Ink, “We’re all pink on the insides!” I try to remember, coming up with a letter to Derek and Jeter (Jin-Jin’s) sultry wheather thereafter, mission accomplished, subsequently peeing gush so silk-ish sighing at the sights of HOW MANY AUTO-PEN’S CAN A SILLY-BOY USE FOR OFFICIAL FUN ??? https://signature.freefire-name.com/s/jeffrey_marquis (LET IT BE KNOWN: Those are examples with pixels BUT NOT the ways of which and how I sign my name!!!!!)