Im daydreaming most days; and when Im not dreaming about days Im masking as a vigilante saving damsels, rescuing cats from trees; and the job makes me happy; but it wont forever; because we all must meet our end; and I just hope I go out with a bang. I met a lonely pilgrim the other day; and he met the mirror; but we cant all see who we wanna see; and if we could life wouldnt be as awesome; and speaking of awesome Im going to start a war. Ill start this war with a pitchfork; because thats how all the great ones start. Im getting old; and my teeth have never been white like snow; so when I become famous Im off to the dentist; because we all must fix Gods mistakes, mustnt we? Im quite ugly now too; and I saw a horse who also saw me, intently, in one slow-motion moment in time; which was strange; but whats alarming is my look (the face of bloodline incest) made the horse jump; but this wasnt the Olympics. Mister, I didnt win any award for making that dog snack jump; all I won, and I should say won, was more proof that I need the surgeon fixing my sloth-face. Ive got no worries other than aesthetic worries. I dont care about the big one; and if its a bomb like they say maybe it wont be so bad in ten or twenty years; but Im speculating. I wanted to tell you I had the buy-in. I bought into the candy; but it was a bad investment; because Ive broken some teeth; but thats more work for the dentist; and the dental industry they got the worlds experts; because the experts always go for the job thats steady and will make them filthy rich. Peach and my adoration. ~ J. P. Tabua
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 07:23:14 +0000
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