Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Swishy Flows and Mangled Memories of my Mummy, talked to her on the phone just now! "Deborah Marquis"

A sea squall, to reach hard, played in the yard, with no salt, and maybe more to will be halved in the havens of all the Caring Karens—said so of a duplicate name, “Linda” meaningful of Espanol, that’s fine-so described in translation, being “Beautiful”—a big Booty too, all for used, come into the shallow waters at about my two “Feet” sunk deep in the freshwater aqueous slime and benevolent sludge—resembling some pudding, mine Chocolate of focus within a Sonnet—when I’m so sorry- I’m sobbing about what could have been “MADE TO BE!” altruistic a Trump, so stylish, so smart, type of international tariff and A TREATY—so treat me nice, I’ve got a lot of money to sacrifice the billions USD, think nothing of it — I LOVE WHITE AMERICAN DOCTORS AND MY HEALTH-CARE!

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