Rigamarole, like the notion of a nmun-truth to non-truth can’t be decent conversation.

The Fucking
DESCENDANTS.
Have been going crazy.
Half-BloodFeather Shitz.
I’m not unimpressed to unannounced
As you Know You Work For:
Matriarchy.
Cool Lil Shiz.
We love em.
And leadership loves that shit. And the notion that we run our family different into empire status while like 98% of full-time participants that deny marriage and such even; uphold to immortal standards and legacy.
Proud to be a
American.
We have that in lock.
We just came forth
With annunciations
For
The Table.

What else to build when cubits were between a meter but greater than a yard. The world has turned it’s back and changes how the mind is Tuned.
Fibonacci!
π?
Ratioed.
Squared?
I’ll take the foot.
In 3s to 3/4s.
I fucking love ¾ Cut-Time and Bebop Jazz.
Dance with Me.
And I’ve sinned a symphony in every signature.of-structure.since.
Why am I addicted
And anarchy looks like so much shit to do.

Get it together rage-room-cleaner. You worked in crime scenes and started in popcorn.
I
Want
Employees.

And the mocking of destitute below-living of a poverty line is impoverisd to African Fufoutu Side or like Steak + Fries or Mussealoiuean auuoien Frit.
Options.
Red Velvet Roll
And my copout-in-yt.girl.: Pumpkin.

That fucking face of yours.
Make history with me again.
Idontknowhwreivebeen.
Adjusting Dimensionally;
       .until-then.