Stumbling while stoic, having hidden away, the Hideaway to splay the wares white-washed and bleach-blonde aloof to a small carrot’s Keratin content in wispy (hush and whisper-) had “did” kind of hair, it’s sitting sifting along shoulders height, willing of maybe I might—seek a splendid splunder ’n’ slumber akin to the needle-nose drifting having done in my WRX (turbo teetering PSI camouflage!) that “Drift” so smooth like silk and Jergen’s (or Jemima’s) maybe the moisture, maybe call me “Jeffrey” or “Master” singled out steady, shards of $Bitcoins, challenged Sirloins—eating good for dinner wooden banister splintered a finger—been back from a restaurant ENTITLED must stay for the foray of expensive meals oh those pricey foods, not for the sugar-lipped and withered hipped hoppers when as so as to, “GET IN DE CHOPPA!” a miracle man named Stan—with MY AUTOPEN!
Settling unruly and raucous—while arbitrarily speaking of Arbs108 on my plate—prepared this, me the wildly vivid and vivacious, VIBRANT—succumbing to the Canine Majesty—remember Ripley? to take for walks, and have private talks, tick tack toe, I’ve got you been in $DOGE “Shiba Inu”—Elon too, and his neighbors—I talked to Elon’s parking garage and his close neighbors in one of the many of the lots of big cities, sitting in The Homeland, drifting off to space, finding a place- it’s Venus, rhyming of course with “Thermos” meandered greatly, something and something pizza pie—an a-typical sovereign slice, fork and knife, chewing nice—or should I say “nicely” some such clutch-bag via Louise Voiton purchased with a coupon, made of cotton (blacks are the #1 chosen PICKERS!), imposter’s purse, gnawing the most moist piece of the lucky-do—that’s a luke-warm pepperoni is to be hobbled in gulps, of those greasy suds, and the Sands in Sudan—atta-boy and atta-man, what’s become of “Their Plan”
