Compact Disk and she’s licking her lips, very lick-able and like-able—like most ladies, some say, “I’m uncomfortable on a bicycle on that skinny seat”—so stretch your calves and praise to all to Preparation H your predetermination, decided and translated—maybe sniff the spritz of perfume, “The Daddy” preposterous Red Floss (Phosphorus) ruby red, charming lipstick instead, whilst of the puckering, Islamabad Islamic hovering tempting girl’s behind in a crevice—here I say halt, arthritis with too much salt—not my fault with the nonexistent romance, Roman, whoa man, picking a polyester suit with patted hair—I am nearly brain-dead when and where I set a-sail the what I believe about $Bitcoin — am I “Unknown Whale 1” ???
I think I swear, there won’t be a needy meth-ylated nostril, that his instructing school days evil deviant Mr. Deedy, he taught me educational matters, then raping my senses when I was only 19 years old, Black Market sold him the rock-ish formation, Transcendental Complications—on the cover of Cosmopolitan so as to seek the weak, when I take a peek, of my peers, of any peers, my needing to learn to a STEERING CLEAR OF ANIMALS!
Needing no nourishment as per the one-percent chocolate milk, shaken and slurped like a giant noodle—that soon to be Empty gallon or gas cap, feinting a flavorful part of a grown man’s nutrition—conniption fully avoidable, like an action so awful or deplorable—shooting a camera snap-shot that’s the plot with what was “Their Plan” (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) that link makes me think of a thingy, porch wheel wheeling astray of that disastrous day, more so morphing to what I would have had a job but not just any job—if I didn’t have rich parents, the burden would have been what I have narrowly overcome the changing chances—look where Lance Armstrong is, cheating discovered—no chance to redeem himself, that’s Redemption, and he learned a Lesson, like Lassie straying from Timmy, on TV, that black and white broadcast, calling a Shepherd (Hill) Public Schooling, idiots scribbling as per the pencils—seeing some sharpener, trimming the wood and un-leaded (gasoline vehicles only!) or buy an E.V. to pilot that is, I mean meandering the roads so sweet—this is the start of the week—but not weakened at the knees *wink*
