ALWAYSCHILLEN TO THE CEILING!

Whipped with tails

Seeking sweet ale

Whistles afloat, alas

Yonder, shown a mask

Whack the rocks, socks

Pithy Temptress, tempered

Steal a meal meandering so

the wispy whiskers come near

Very Very Jolly in your Belly, saved the shaving gel—spared a Spearmint Smell

What cacophony emanates of a missing flip-flop, sort of a sandal—sand did the beach, with salted wrapped water, seen sea to shining seas, sourcing some fish, sourcing some sea-food to be chewed with again some Soy Sauce—white rice? Get lost! ^__^ kekeke

Ravaged out about the “outsiders”, something something rudder rudder with a wink—Tough Mudder: https://toughmudder.com—seeing sights abroad and a-board with whether the seasons are sprouting Two Lips to kiss with a Cherry on-top while reclined in a hammock by the vine, gravitationally asunder, where one another we suckle the vanilla sundae- so sweet, what a treat, what a tasty treat, what done be a Tasty Treat to Eat (!!!)— Ta-Da did now done been swallowed in the Southern Sun (on a day to display) a showcase car-shopping for Options and Accessories—add a moonroof to the quick car, opened up far and gobbling the breeze—heated steering wheel and red knees, on her knees with a Kleenex tissue-paper, so suddenly, she spurts out a SNEEZE, like *ahhh-choo* so easy and beautiful $CAKE to bake with one of whose the other?

Brother Justin?

Dearest in The Heavens, is anyone of avail ???

Lorem Ipsum

“Pains at the Night”—oncoming Tears for Fears (A Synopsis) — A STEP-SIS!

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!

[ image signed, Yours Truly—no joke, my signature- something of a natural sense, Tasty’s ]

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”

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