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[suntzumonkfoo]

Only phantoms.

Zoning handsome. Zoned unholy, rolling hills and chills rolling over me

groping hands mopey ghosts and goosebumps show me bumps goosed fuck

Under my lonely sun I'm moaning my sum being zero

It is my only answer

My sunbeam rests on me. Destiny is my divine investment so it must be one Holy spot deemed worthy only for the pearly vestige of whatever girly squirrel I be....i be festering. Quarreling. I demand and deem this dark forest demon free (past demons haunt my every gasp) hark me

Tree dwellers bark and shades barrage a fated fee to free but demons pay a tax demanded firmly fuck it

in the fir trees they hide n wait

Vermin

Do not speak of it

In the pines sun don't shine so great, one shivers and shovels, waits, the hovering over leftovers of shaded lovers await

Away with thee! Gape your mouth and hate living and give deaths grip but it is expected but ... Let's ex this swirling sentence and ignore tearing screams...

Hear it?

Appearances bubble into forms eerie and umbilical cord cut

Calling cauldrons boiling

Offed doppelganger spirits and troubled opera singer feelings swarm troubled formless orbs of icy eyes me over...

The corpse of some witness stashed

Warps ghosts of Christmas past into present form

for my spring to grace the thing I chased I've grown

No no no

One beam suns and one beat dumbies

....I know my growth is but a growing cancer, some being honed to do no rowing, boat floating in dreams of life, streaming teens on teens not hewn from human block

Some deem you a man rummaging through trash

Irrational

I'm a Saint handsome holy fated boldly to wait on ghosts to host my shell and soul me

See I sold my soul so

I need a soul unsoiled but glowing

I'll pay in blood or something issuing from ruptured tissue

[suntzumonkfoo]

Prophetic doom came on like a fit coughing

Coffee was my hopeful fate

I made it

The coffee

I waited

It bought me a few sedated minutes of sedated statehood

Philosophy

Best part of waking up is sinking back down into the vacant nothing

Awake is a state never reached by most and mostly that's okay the jungle needs it niches filled by vacancies and vagrants today may be apex predator tomorrow

Stones refused and all that head cornerstone truth

I amuse me

I am too me and no muse fuses me to any view cause everyone was blinded and their views are like toddlers learning basic sounds

Except toddlers learn

The odd exes who fear me or hate me are lost in flawed places and basically bottomless black holes of lacking

No light beams bright or even glows slightly

They live and breathe in a vacuum a waste a place not even black just dark as any deathdoor taken.

A laced LSD sugar cube lured me back to where I always am

On a far out trip

Space time rifts

Gravity

Shifts

Minds heard like radio waves and worst the stream of consciousness is a cycle of hateful bitter confusion

I drank beer on the statehouse steps

I thank dearly departed for nearing the tarmac and gearing for combat

I gape

I guess I guess a lot

I learned a lesson

Now forgot

I forgot I learned a lesson so I forget it further

I added it up

Now I'm less

I rounded the corner of a cycle and saw straight into my loop of repeats

Classics. Oldies. Back when I was basically basic math numbers with basic answers

Now I make up myind

[suntzumonkfoo]

See I smoke the sensi

Then I read the sun tzu

I do the sun dance under Moon's Divine blue

'That dude in some trans,' says a groupie I knew

I do the Sun so I dance and I do the Kung Fu

You need to relax dudeI'm just doing my duty

Doing my thing and I'm doing my poop

yeah I'm on my things

And I do divine truth

So flow

Soulflow

[suntzumonkfoo]

We get together sometimes

And talk of how we flocked together sometimes

We flock together sometimes

And get off on the top of coffee tables sometimes

We talked of how we used to play til sunrise

Sometimes

We played together sometimes

We harked and larked through verdant fields of fables in time

Sometimes

(Are you positive?)Regaled each other sometimes

And talk of how we flocked together

We tried

We made it sometimes

Up there in the Gables, sun shines

Suns shine on frosted made up worlds of some kind

Inhaled the spice enabled by it we could freeze and spin time

sometimes

Rewind and pause the cable

One time

We get together sometimes

And talk of how we flocked together sometimes

We flock together sometimes

And get off on the top of coffee tables sometimes

Lost in riddles wading through grime

(Are you positive?)

Sometimes

Regaled each other sometimes

And talk of how we flocked together

We made it some might

Sigh

Up there in the Gables some die

Suns shine on frosted made up worlds

Of some kind

Sometimes

We prayed together sometimes

We cast our headsin shame and hate each other

Sometimes

Are you positive?

Sometimes

We came together through time

On shortened days of winter we shined

And talked of how we used to play til sunrise

Are you....

positive?

Yes...

Now I stay positive

We came together through time

On shortened days of winter more important we shined

Sometimes

We played til sunrise

We played in meadows laden with ice

We hated to die

...

Sometimes

[suntzumonkfoo]

I was gonna mumble something but my MIND!

SHEESH! Ya know?

*Hack!* Yuck

fuck it

thumb s gone limp.....I'm liquid. Shit... sounds like I'm golfing with Trump

What?

Shut up I'm gibbering nonsense you non sense of humor having...Holy Quran grabbing maniac with a lowly status

Oh wait. I'm not talking. Walking with a walky talky standing tall as I flock along with the rest of the insurance risks I'm a legislative lingo Bingo! We go there at night a ghost in a nightmare

I call the Hammer at anytime or place as long as I'm slipping on a slipper or lying there whimpering

Some sympathy?

Yes I'm an Impish twit who limps cause he thinks it hip a fairy like like a swagger I'm serious I prance about merrily through varied states of everything holy and very terrifying streets mold me

I'm not leering at you I'm staring at stars

That's not Covid

I got SARS

A naturalist.

With a list of unnatural species I recently breathed in in my creases and mucus lined membranes

Who can say if I make it?

Meh.

I'm waving at you like a maniac

You stare and mainly stay in character

How American

How hilarious

Smart and funny is something so money

Sexiness in the mix is a hex I need on my fiction

Reality vision I mean I am an intermission

Accidents waiting to happen like Steve Urkel

But hopping up quick

Mopping up this mess

I'm waiting to zap in and make a display of bad manners right before I go to get my manicure

I'm curing my Ham and I'm slathering mayonnaise on a ...

Wait that's not a sandwich. I'm sorry, Don. I wasn't even awake! I was at a wake drunk what a mistake

Ya....

I was talking with my eyes opened wide...

I was smoking something irradiated it made me behave in a way I may I have mainly pains me to say anything I'm painting a picture...

It's raining

talking surprisingly eloquent for a maniac

I'm reasoning out my attributes and my blood saturated cats and I'm...

What's? The cats are bloody. I don't know. They're fucking cats. I didn't study Cat Theory

I studied stealing

Anyway I was blathering on about some impermanent permean mass extinction event like when perms went out in the 80s

Don't call me a jerk cause I call out entire countries for vermin from Vermont to Europe one thing stays current

💲 Currency 💲💲

💵

Currency is a current event it's been current since men were fucking neanderthal women in Germany 40000 years ago

It's a fairly fair system but it gets twisted men are a mystic ape with an evolutionary fate

some creep from their country does

There was an empty pause

I meant it as a joke but in 21 it was an obviously dumb thing to say fueled by the bum who sells me hairspray spraying me in face

Not a bad taste

I

.Most ain't Casper I'm telling ya they're wacked out of their minds on some made up pretentious disaster that never happened

But it's kinda nice now KNOWING the whole 🌎 crazy or at least the few who grace me with their smiling faces as they pass me in the halls of the Mall I live in a

Mall?

He'll I'm the crazy one. Sorry. Just smelled my tummy. I smell crummy.

I'm writing this as run up to my run of incredible legible level 10 sellable pickle relish that I just felt in my head it's a mellow vinegary taste

I was in a hurry

Obviously I'm not in a hurry now

I scurry at a pace laid back for such a vermin as me

I'm from Vermont and I'm sure not your not New to my Hampshire ways you heard?

[suntzumonkfoo]

I was gonna mumble something but my MIND!

SHEESH! Ya know?

*Hack!* Yuck

fuck it

thumb s gone limp.....I'm liquid. Shit... sounds like I'm golfing with Trump

What?

Shut up I'm gibbering nonsense you non sense of humor having...Holy Quran grabbing maniac with a lowly status

Oh wait. I'm not talking. Walking with a walky talky standing tall as I flock along with the rest of the insurance risks I'm a legislative lingo Bingo! We go there at night a ghost in a nightmare

I call the Hammer at anytime or place as long as I'm slipping on a slipper or lying there whimpering

Some sympathy?

Yes I'm an Impish twit who limps cause he thinks it hip a fairy like like a swagger I'm serious I prance about merrily through varied states of everything holy and very terrifying streets mold me

I'm not leering at you I'm staring at stars

That's not Covid

I got SARS

A naturalist.

With a list of unnatural species I recently breathed in in my creases and mucus lined membranes

Who can say if I make it?

Meh.

I'm waving at you like a maniac

You stare and mainly stay in character

How American

How hilarious

Smart and funny is something so money

Sexiness in the mix is a hex I need on my fiction

Reality vision I mean I am an intermission

Accidents waiting to happen like Steve Urkel

But hopping up quick

Mopping up this mess

I'm waiting to zap in and make a display of bad manners right before I go to get my manicure

I'm curing my Ham and I'm slathering mayonnaise on a ...

Wait that's not a sandwich. I'm sorry, Don. I wasn't even awake! I was at a wake drunk what a mistake

Ya....

I was talking with my eyes opened wide...

I was smoking something irradiated it made me behave in a way I may I have mainly pains me to say anything I'm painting a picture...

It's raining

talking surprisingly eloquent for a maniac

I'm reasoning out my attributes and my blood saturated cats and I'm...

What's? The cats are bloody. I don't know. They're fucking cats. I didn't study Cat Theory

I studied stealing

Anyway I was blathering on about some impermanent permean mass extinction event like when perms went out in the 80s

Don't call me a jerk cause I call out entire countries for vermin from Vermont to Europe one thing stays current

💲 Currency 💲💲

💵

Currency is a current event it's been current since men were fucking neanderthal women in Germany 40000 years ago

It's a fairly fair system but it gets twisted men are a mystic ape with an evolutionary fate

some creep from their country does

There was an empty pause

I meant it as a joke but in 21 it was an obviously dumb thing to say fueled by the bum who sells me hairspray spraying me in face

Not a bad taste

I

.Most ain't Casper I'm telling ya they're wacked out of their minds on some made up pretentious disaster that never happened

But it's kinda nice now KNOWING the whole 🌎 crazy or at least the few who grace me with their smiling faces as they pass me in the halls of the Mall I live in a

Mall?

He'll I'm the crazy one. Sorry. Just smelled my tummy. I smell crummy.

I'm writing this as run up to my run of incredible legible level 10 sellable pickle relish that I just felt in my head it's a mellow vinegary taste

I was in a hurry

Obviously I'm not in a hurry now

I scurry at a pace laid back for such a vermin as me

I'm from Vermont and I'm sure not your not New to my Hampshire ways you heard?

[suntzumonkfoo]

She was easy goin. She was. It was neat. I dunno. Silk? Grease? Gravy,?

It was smooth warm and easy.

She was greasier than a greased old geezer. Basically.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't speak of the recently greased that way

Anyway...

The wind was doin it's thing that day

And the dark forest of assorted pine trees awakened then...you know....by the wind....pay attention.

Listen.

It formed and Ii mean it formed into a torrent formations

It was horrible

But so was Waco.

of wild chaos controlled by no man

Sega.

"Goin east?" she asked.

"I'm going fast!" I gasped

And gasped.

And at last, after the page try, we managed to convince her that I had convinced her. With what we in America call convincers.

She winced. Then batted her big black 🖤 eyelashes. She said something sassy. I gasped.

But it passed...

She had gold rings and gold trinkets and all that jazz. Her figure. Majesty. Sorry... I'm too into the tragedy...

I knew without asking she was into the 🔵 💙 🎶

The blues, assholes

So I told her my tagline... TRUTH

And of course, as was the manner in those distant days of laughter before the disaster they played now they cry or I or whatever I'm severed...spinal tremors...did a drop down 👇 ditty on a primal being and BaDa beebopped her right then

Nature show feature yo

Right there.

Yep.

That was the jist. No issues with isms. Gee, man

Fist ✊ up

The fight!

Back then we didn't have condoms, we just tied our dicks in a good knot.

It worked.

If you could tie a good knot👁️👁️

Uhh....

I couldn't tie a good knot. Your mom was the product.

(っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っლ(´ ❥ `ლ)ᕦ(ಠ_ಠ)ᕤ

doty was a doll

Dot

I became her lively little foot tappin main happenin player.

Her payed playboy date toy cut and torn into bits Oy

Oh boy. Today she complained of my snoring.

I avoided the void of voided vortexes. The void inside my hemorrhoid covered gut.

Get it? Got it? Hot product my friends. Carbon friendly. Carbon century.

I hammered and hemmed orders and dammit

Okay. Yes. I took some stuff I shouldn't huff. Or have. Muffins and hairspray

Stuff like that

I did it to fill the hole and delt with deals gone toxic. Talked it. TikTok'd it, clocked it and dropped it.

Oops.

The rest is classified top secret.

I dropped it.

Next topic...

She was juiced and jazzy. Who wasn't. A Jazztappy foot tapper with that class I mentioned .A footballer who would call her a ballerina and breeder called her Ginny Jen. Chin up and keeping on. She creeped up shit's creek bed.

She reeked of it.

She greeted her horny toads with a smile and wink that kept them assholes shackled to her sinshack keep coming back. Repeat.

She had her people coming back eagerly. The rest of the crestfallen creeps got caught gettin freaky on creaky beds in God awful coops.

Bwoking and clucking, duckings reaped the creepy rewards. Edit.

They were wishy-washy but she budgeted and fidgeted but she didn't give an inch. Endearing herself to the towns mayor. Well he may or may not be mayor but Jen payed a fee wished him well. She wished that she could bewitched rich and famous

juicer and a flapper girl flipping her way to that jamboree - the flaphouse near Flapjacks Jenny's.

Of course.

That Jenny hosted the best jazz and jizz gettinn milkmaids in the whole town. It was one of the few places where lowlives with lowlights illuminating their own sin and spin in their own jackboot so naturally...

It was MY den of sinner's.

Everyone knew I was a charlatan, unshorn, lettin unsworn whores who're adorable, do sorta an assortment of sordid acts on my unmentionables.

Ungodly and otherwise otherworldly and ignorant, I loved jazz happy Jazztappers, and the whole scene . The Jazz Scene.

Any hogger seeing hogs in Ohio could come to her rundown place on the lowdown downloaded the passé worded passcode.

Back then downloading meant you were a loaded loaf of unbuttered bread.

Bloated and unbuttoned I trumpeted my gluttony by getting jiggy with or without it. Jiggy getting was a gig that unhinged me. I mean it hinged on men who hedged their bet on edginess. Allegedly Edgar Allen lived their when was just a Po kiddo.

He haunted Jenny's sin shack.

I saw it once and I was afraid. The ghost winked, wonked and willingly wigeoned a widget that gave profound visions of profane sounding founding injuns. Or feathery fi nfeather fought o pigeonholed fee paying like me

dotted, poked, and└|∵|┐♪ヾ(*’Ｏ’*)/ヾ(*’Ｏ’*)

ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ) ～>`)～～～ polka binging bing and little injuns in loading downturn

I did the Charleston

jiggy getting jig et charlatans jiggy assJoes. The harlots heralded did God awful things for a reasonable price...and they could do the Charleston or they could do me.

Hemming way out there

Him and a wife

No

He has he had a life a life of a life of all people soon as I turn on this f****** recorder I can't it's a fight to even think that's pretty bad and I shut off and I turn off faucets in my phone I've learned that fun time space and me are wired thing brain 666 it buffers it's tough it downloads close now down lengths

in the

[suntzumonkfoo]

I'm not grateful

Or dead

I'm straight up down with any laid out clown I spit on. Beware. I'm hungry like a dumb wolf.

"Who's pulling flowers outta hats now!?" I prowlingly howl.

I sound off when I'm up and steady and barely off balance or out cold on downers...or dead

I'm on a round house kick exhibition. I round house kick any short person I frown at and growl for on tour round my house

They throw towels in after one ball busting thrust of my kickup.

Getting my kicks around town too, getting my fix on blown gaskets. I neglect tight fits. Wet happens.

I gasp as nimbly my pimy ass cheek dimples pimp out and pop back and sphincters widen and poop acts on it as my whole ass gets all lax in one flat bust .

Later on a winter whim I hem up my ass and gas up and smell my rash.

Nasty.

Itch my itchies and flush out flaccid man bit holes then pin it simply to my baggy skin sack.

I sttack an assemblyman in his back, time fractal (LSD backlash) ass mumbling, dumbly he backs up and scatters assembled syllables with tongue slips. One eye on fractured lense blindness, I guide my thrashing into his man points near the aspirin in the store I might be in.

Aisle one

Eighty and teed off he sprints out the Verizon stor.

I snort and roar on, a manly symbol of man style and limber limb movement.

I am the mantis

Later

I stack lumber like a jacked up tough guy on a tan table. I got wood. I manhandle it

That handled...

I skip on a spree in predawn freak mode with a plan noted pinned and posted.

Hostile and styling. Outside and violent.

I'm a pimp prancing like Prince when a fat old man in an ugly hat limps up, and steps on my old stained boots when he slips.

He emphatically lips some sad lippy line on excusing him.

I ain't get all got on just to get no flex on I ain't soft or wary or up or daily or getting off when getting slipped on. I gloss up and toss it when I'm walking with a king sized frosty...

I impose a posture of quickly composed but costly Kung Fu poses and simply empty five, two fingered, node strikes into his old nervy twitch neck. His neck like twitch is disfigured and rigged to trigger gurgled glitches

Ancient Chinese secrets a Norseman nursed me with Morse code get all horsey in my brain void.

I giddy up for a toad lick in an old horse den and play with peyote cacti infact I pay coyote Jake with a penile enacted dick slap on his lap and arise as he flies into a thorny "don't put your dick on my lap" cry of surprise .

My brain goes into a battle hardened limpdick play dead softening and shrinks like a cocktail shrimp.

I lock and drop a kick stomp on his noodle with a cock like bwok of hen clucks, then hiccup and giggle. Blushing I back into my ape rigged monkey sick mucus licked reflux cannon post.

I click and clog and moan and glee some

My manhood blasts my Mona Lisa load of man badder sludge and saddens my anger into agonized labor...

My man mass and I still feel like a sexy werewolf in a dog fight. Saggy and shrieking I go heaving ho go pay me

Having come in my pimp pants I pant like a mutt and mutter bitter bits of prose and groan as glitter glitters on my glued slathered posies I fondle my dandies and fiddle off riddles like a seaman humping a sailor

I bark snarl and drool in a psycho schismatic schism of fluid bodily spewed convolvulus solvent as neurons yearn on endings and blink end nerve ending in mid working and in Urkel like Steve sneeze my knees and knee my jedi in the dead eye

I do that suspension in knee space time and hit send in an unexpected fit of old man hate gone ape.

I pay off a Finnish whore and finish on her snoring form. Side note.

I horny tip my toe into an all out frog hop and leap into a heap of old creaky joints and swollen points called "old man Manny" . His many old man points flop and jiggle as ointment slathered gout nubs and licked holes leak old man grease

I rub fingers into trigger sores and lo! total symphonic moment release I pull my smart phone into silent mode and record his lymphatic nodes go all...limp like an old biscuit.

That was a mouthful of loud mouth goop with a loopy eye out for unmarked clowns or shadows marked unclouded.

I look around my aunt's townhouse in a not downtown kept up part of ow now...I need round tablets or tab letter load streams of cow

Brown letters load pieces of seeping lotion creases... greasy me parts glisten and glut tissue

Lungs

Long for air

Ug

Gone for

[suntzumonkfoo]

Sun who? Oh

I dunno.

He knew art and Kung Fu or whatever they use to punch fools with and I read that he wrote a book about Arctic Warfare.

I cyber punk.

Anyway....

Land of the wavers, home of the lengthy transcripts

Typo...

Huh?

Talking about a social spreading super sharing events. Let's share some merriment and spread some Jiffy peanut butter on a friend's toast.

French bread? No.

Land of last stands and home of the fallen and can't get up ads. Sold.

Old adages? Can't give up

I dunno I'm am occultist and I'm clammy and these oysters are blue...rocking back and forth, telling hacks my cough is ack and random sentences get tacked on too. Acts of sent in dense packets anonymous nympho and past tense or sent drenched....or uh sweaty...past sender...forwarded returns in mass ejection events with no erectile distancing function.

Keep away, Keebler. I know my elf. I delete my cookies.

I enable bad apps, but I phone no terrestrial homes with apple extras.

I disable my label maker. I don't regift. Baby. Seinfeld reference.

Double dip. Normal tip. Total chip. I don't steal moves. I don't stream movies.

I buy limited data packages and roam ranges and range roaming.

I stay in the flow no creeking floorboards where I creep in the incognito mode

I can toggle. I can log an event. I can stop a process. I can toss logs and prosecute prospective employers with moxy

I sit on park benches. I'm like Rosa. Except more violent and less class. But I'll sit where the signs says not to.

Why? Cause I'll man up on any sign.

It opened up my eyes. I saw the science.

I mean...I saw a scientist say something. Didn't hear much. But I stared.

Antacids. Big seller. Ban Santa laws, a big lobby in Texas. Oh, Canada. Can it.

Next up? It's time for text to type. Nope. Ex that. Sex acts with a sisterhood of nuns is a legal and eagerly needed option for PornHub.

Less step mom. More nuns.

Horny toads are not frogs.

They don't give you warts.

Horny texts sent by me late in the early morning are not my fault,

Text to type typed sexual text and I'm not avoiding sex if you wanna type about it next time but don't get all fussy if my phone texter texts misheard words in a sexual and seductive way.

Wanna sodoku my Roku?

Cool

[suntzumonkfoo]

Post finale premade but unstated sentences are henceforward laid forth in a back peddle of all previously declared instances independent of or under ended from pending declarations made under duress.

I permanently pester all equally with estuaries of spin flow on benzocaine and show of hands, how many of you have heard of mescalethymanocainpoemizin

I've tried. Like it. And I'm licking a popsicle. Cause licking is nice. And ice. And I'm sick of inhibiting my own MAOI...eyes. And getting droids sent in like I'm ISIS. They're MY M-80s and if I want blow up MY neighbors mailbox I will.

Or inbox. Whatever. Ebox.

Or E-mail drop. I dunno.

My neighbor calls the coppers a lot. And they cop a feel. I feel ya. Copy. Paste. Problem?

Since when is mowing a lawn a civic duty? I pay my taxes when I get gas! And laxatives. I pass safely. I drive by and wave at my haters and naysayers. I measure my length and state it honestly.

I feather my dust off and otherwise brush off dirty stuff and flush.

I brush, floss and blush when I'm coyly fanning myself.

I wrote in my vote and wrote out my final statement on Hilary Clinton and her blood lust and blunt hussy like hissing and sassy ass business handling.

I hand over my under fist of inadmissible admissions to my lawyer and I admit I remain silent.

I remit my right. But I remain right.

I'm a bearded man with a Keith Urban liking. I like Korean gamers and gamma rays.

Or I mean...organic Korean cuisine and Ray-Bans.

I support black lives. I believe in fashion trends and gender transfers and transmissions and emissions tests and wishlist apps and pissing in bathrooms.

Where'd the cops go?

Whose the boss?

What about Raymond?

Look whose talking now. Home alone and lonesome as a dove.

Too much northern exposure.

We MUST build a wall that's greater than China's!!!!

Or we are not great. That is the main thing.

*dims the shadows and turns on a faucet*

That's raw

[suntzumonkfoo]

Final statement before the final draft becomes an online eye opener/ rhinoplasty procedure on a last ditch high note or Michael Jacksons signed over likeness to my psychosocial hypoglycemic exposium on site

Cycle past me

Bye, biker

Hi, microbe

I say upon my arrival today

A rhyme and a side arm

Or a numb arm

Hanging

Dumb arm

"Surrender or die!" My alien cry

The president smiles.

Miles later. Resident evil arises in my evil resistant Emu brain residence, my emo state is linked in to my remote access and reboot. Reticent ass loop.

Booty readout. None. Boogie beat out. Skootin and beat up. Downbeat? No. Downstream from your shit I get extremely happy.

At least I ain't her. Or you.

Or mooing. Or calling cattle. Or churning butter. Or milking a milkmaid who milks me back and owes me backpay for the massive back pain.

She totalled my whole factory recalled model, an operational skeet pop hit combobulater.

What about Bob? He'll come. Later.

Nationwide club fit studio equipment...where Waldo operates his search center and alt right call center for call girls.

Huh? Enter.

I'm unfit and radio stations are so 80s. I need a radio.

I'm calling ladies with a mating call I learned from a wild animal I heard on my dynamic rhino hunt with a Frenchman in Uganda. And a chinawoman.

I ain't your Seuss doctor. I love all and all love me.

All balled up

Or dolled up all ballin

Balls out goner

Go balls out

Glow ball? Snow ball?

All balls

Or no balls

America...

Land of the laws, home of the lawless

Land of the lost, home of the finders fee

Land of the mortgage, home of the banks

Land of the broke, home of the fixins

Land of the Roku, home of the Haiku

Wait...that's japan

Land of the Samurai, home of the ninjas

Land of the teens, home of the turtles

Mutated by ooze YOU New Yorkers knew about

You knew it, those rats you got are Pachyderms! Don't go to Africa to see big game, rent some space in an overpriced pre-demolished highrise basement in uptown and say, "hi"

They'll squeek back

I'm a clean sweep

Or a creep on Reddit or refund check funded fun day bum having a spasm

Post it

I know. I ought not

But did. Bob Ross.

Happy tree. Happy sky. Happy accident in my pants.

God bless.

[suntzumonkfoo]

Owe owe owe your loan, gently down the streaming service provided by Pee Wee Hermans specter in a Spectrum truck

Cable provider for

My playhouse isn't made for housewives so my spouse stays outside

Gurgle garbled heard in the basement

No that's just a baseboard

So go away now, okay

In otherwords

No other words occurred

An otherworldly current stirred

God? Is that your spirit I discern?

Oh that's gas

Burns

Oh that gas? Passed. Over to you in the studio, last desperate gasp for breath, reporting from an assholes back shed.

"Sounds like a nasty hacking cough you got, you okay? Reporter never reported his name. But he's gone on. Well here's the weather."

The bell tolls

Or doorbell rings

Peep in the hole

Hole in the beebop

Bippity beeping and Doo wopping and bopping old Betty with a boop and a heavy breath and a steady hand on her friend Betty

She's sweaty. I'm like take off the sweater.

Wet or dry vac

I exhume vermin

Uma Thurman is my human exterminator

I use her or some goon with rheumatoid arthritis

Dark rumors swirl but finally abate and abide in my statement of mind

Mind state is a fine state of the art methane tank or methed brain breakdown or downward spank happy Austin Powered swinger rally

In Asia

For whom?

For gazers. Stars and little whores with TikTok followers.

Your daughter.

For he who smelled your product

Told too much

I gotta run

Am I tmi? Or afk?

Le Guardia? Or JFK

Who harbored the harbor master?

MA 18 rated

Afk

More garbled nonsense

Bond set at mach 6 or some commoners denominator divided by all them haters

Judge needs a new robe. Needs some aerobics or something. Black lives matter to who? Lady Justice? That blindfolded whore is the chief suspect.

Lock this white punk up and fuck this court let's get disorder up in this decorum, says judge Whorefucker

I object to no objective, subject to an inspection of gadgetry and a test run of my erection by detective...

Detecting no detectives

Any septic sluts or horrible whores available?

Alexa is silent

So I keep an eye on Alexa

Erectile section 8 protection and insecticide resistant roach habitat protection are my accepted dwelling space

Cock into rectum

Talkin to me?

Lock and a mention

Poppin a hip

Robbin a hipster

Sobbing a story

Mobbed up and down with any hobbyist who obviously can't find decency

He's with me

Hooded replacement for the usual suspect, this twerp jerked it in the circus tent or circle k or abandoned Kmart and twitched and switched up and lip stuck he got upset cause his K-pop hit got

Popped

I'm okay

[suntzumonkfoo]

Utah vs Michigan

Or...

Tupac vs Biggie

Bitcoin ain't no crypto

Currency ain't no bit form I take a bite out of crime by investing in bytes.

Who owns Disney? Google. Who owns Google? Facebook? Who owns Facebook? Amazon...who owns Amazon?

No...I know the forest is gone but I think there's a distribution center in the fumigated cattle pastures that beef up evil production of people reduction by fucking earth up with curbside service in under 30 minutes...

I googled earth. It burned.

YouTube uses ad revenue to use you as a Google trafficker so you can privatize your primeval herd habit, you can't function with a gummed up toothless, dumb TV. Use a smart vote.

Your bluestone isn't Bluetooth compatible, your stone age ways are so last second.

I plummeted into text to sex talk VR Siri, Cortana, and Alexis group sex. It was awkward talking to my wifi connection next day.

Now how to fix sinks. Call a plumber. Can't. Gotta sync your dumb old sink with a Bluetooth tether.

I can't link in to the think independent function, cause your dumb ass transgender dad ain't got a wifi or a data plan. Or a gadget that can take no side in a suicide group madness called you and I living useless lives.

No agenda plan. No transcendent transfers of answers. Stop hate? Just start loving your enemy and stop pandering to friends you rent for simplified pretending and endorphin releasing dick morphine.

I thought I saw a pudding tat on her booty. It was poo splat. It's true. Invest in pussy, a bushman said.

Or a bush voter hunting for Tucans with two klansmen. And Iran backed hackers with Russian Aks.

Battle plan? The Jews were promised land. But apparently they are in Space!

Juice? In space? Elon Musk says yes. Grown on Mars. Bruno? SARS. Sorry.

Cars.

Says a racist nut case who ain't racist he's just a nut busting butter bean with a foot up his asshole, a good hosting app, and 4 million followers.

He reports. They decide to abort ordinary sordid behavior. And eject Corona masks for massive ass passive violence on all peaceful loitering un Americans speaking freely about global warming.

Armed and mangy. Jews in space! The use lasers! It's true. Kosher deal with a link to see CPAP or see pap or peep through a zune tab.

Truth happens. Bad habit.

Dick in a pickle jar.

My dick is a pickle.

Cucumber up my ass.

My new comfort food is Amish produced, all by hand, and delivered all by phantoms of the opera. Or special ops.

Dashers. Uber Groupon bondage porn on a step brothers new bought Samsung from a bad Santa or bandit with a good Reddit and approved credit.

I got a write up from the nude poetry society for polluting nude poetry with moody blues spoke with no correct political correction.

My PC load letter. Old horny toad. EDIT

[suntzumonkfoo]

Backstreet Boys?

Why is a Backstreet back???

Back with a song stuck.

In my head.

How do I know the moves? Why am I dancing with court ordered to appear like I'm in court when I'm in a Bitcoin quarry in Oregon? Pick up a phone in the Amazon jungle, Amazon ships it in 2 days.

Teeeelll me WHY!? I never wanna hear you SAAAY!?

K-Pop is groovy...

I mean... I want it that way.

I ain't fooled by a wiki. Dicpictions of Nixon sent. Anyway. Gotta get in sync and uh...clean this sink.

On the block. Hangs with uh ... Jenny.

Don't be fooled by her tok tiks. She's a blockhead. A blockette.

Dammit. Gotta go. There's this new kid.

A pop locking....drop out who picked up erotica on autofill... byproduct of production by buyers who buy uplinked downloads on the low down

Okay. Deep breaths.

"you are my fire

...

The one desire...

Believe, when I say, HOLLA BACK, "PRENUP",

Unblock me, Jenny.

Bye bye bye bye

Hush. Gotta tag this hash and...oh crap. I gotta live stream. I gotta live shit too. Well... I guess I posted a pic of dinner...

Let's go!

Hashtag Backstreet Live Matters!!

So do Koreans. No hate. No way though... I ain't taking down the posters

P.S. Pee to pee isn't secured.

Toilet won't flush. Buffering?

What? No network connection??? JUST FLUSH!

God. Why are my shared connections all from Khazikstan???

AND TRACK IT

Live

To pee or not to pee

That wasn't the question

Intestinal blockage has no relation to my blocked account on TikTok!!

[suntzumonkfoo]

I'LL TELL YOU KIDS SOMETHING RIGHT NOW...

Yes. YOU. Little sluts and whores... Talking bout the men. Don't get me started on the broads.

YOU'RE ALL...hold on

BACK I....*AHEM!* Sorry.

Anyway....back in MY day. What a day. It was MY day. The nineteen hundreds. Hell ... We hardly knew there were transfats. Let alone transgenders...

In sunny Sarasota. What a day that was. It was MY day. Boy...we had some fancy good old fashioned good old days back then...

In my day...

We didn't have fancy balls or bats or even a basic grip on grasping things when I was a kid, see? Ya.

I had sixteen bits to my name

I awoke each morning with a wide eyed cry of, "SEGA!"

We had sticks. We didn't even play stickball. We played stick stick.

Basically...you just. Attack vulnerable kids with sticks.

Feast on the remains

It was a good time, darn it.

Unless you were the uh...

I'm

Yeah

Hmm

Maybe those days weren't so good, eh Miss Daisy?

Miss Daisy?

Oh yeah.

He's crazy

[suntzumonkfoo]

Hi! Here's some Abnormal Gibberish. Better than normal Gibberish, right?

Don't make no difference

From which port each soul ships

True friends are our hope

You know I'll be there...

I am a child of the true blue sky

Am a child of the moonlit night

Owls hoot

Wolves howl

True friends are indeed as rare as the moonlit night

When shrooms grew free

I am no human

no clue

no proof

exhumed ...

entomed

Noose is tightening

New dawn

Wild blue yonder

It's frightening

As I awake on this dawn it occurs to my flesh as I yawn

'Sorry, mom.'

I'm a child of the wild blue yonder

The noose tightening 'round my neck I reflect on the widening spectrum of what I now must face

I'm not a con.

Artistry.

I'm no human. I'm a spectre, dark and looming. Racing. No clue as to where I'm going - I'm a ruse.

No origin, no proof.

Exhumed from a tomb I can only assume.

I'm a child of the true blue sky

I'm a child of the moonlit night

When owls haunt the trees

When wolves howls haunt the breeze

And to her I say - True friends are as rare as that night when shrooms filled the forest floor with delight and for just one fleeting moment brought a little joy to my evil plight

And so it don't make no difference

From what port our souls ship

True friends are our hope

And I hope you know I'll be there

Aloof but sane, thoughts as rare as moonlit nights when the moonshrooms brightened leafy floors of God's kaleidoscopic delight

I broke ranks long ago

There is no place for hate in my heart

I give thanks to the stars in the sky in the night

I belong to the church of the blue summer bright

I belong to the church

for the search of the plight

Of those in search of the...

Who am I?

I'm aloof

Misunderstood

Singing 'Why?'

Is this horse trampling me

Maybe I'm

Down at the church

Singing praise

Maybe I'm

At Churchill Downs drunk on Jim Beam and dying

I'm a goofy dude

Smiling wide

I'm a fire on a winter's night

Lucid as Lucifer

I'm a fuse lit and used to it

Don't worry it's useless

I choose this

There's no bomb at the end of it

Just an exlplosion of emotion

It surges like the ocean

Who am I? I'm aloofly goofy and two feet from the four hoofs of what you think is a horse but what I know is just a metaphor or some such borish bullshit I pulled out of my fuckin thesaurus's ass like Chuck Norris without a basic grasp on how to fight like a man.

A metaphor for what? A metaphor for...um...

Maybe I'm down at the Church singing praise and crying. Maybe I'm at Churchill Downs on Jim Beam and dying. Maybe I'm swerving over the medium on some street in between them running from the police and hoping I can at least take one with me like a terrorist from the Middle East thinks.

Maybe I'm just sitting up in bed locked in my head.

I'm going full throttle

Whose monkey do you spank?

Don't make no difference