Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Confronted with losing.

I was formally Lord a loser. I saw Markieth Loyd. I commented on how sexy he was. See, I'm not gay, but I'm not afraid to see the nadsome in a man.

It started back with my interest in 4th grade. There is a mastery presented. I need to know more to continue well.

I don't want to cut my hair, but will do it. I must do it. When I cut do, then I will tell of the result.

Until then, I will consider now the turkey. furkey. Herkey. Her key. see we be thee do. Who knew oyou Ju! You know mothing of the sort. Resort retory hort. Horton hears. Fears tears. Cleae leers. Jet wet set net bet. Wet. Ket let tet. Het shet. Haposhutset. Shetsut tut hut lut put. mut bss. Cus fuss wus. Puss luss. Muss. CVuss. Fuss Buss. Buss the gat back black, sever that. Hjand ties taking it out with mob strides. But I'mn not a mobster I down downly ride. I 'm not ride, but I like to coinside, no need for the danger,c loseing your weyes. Picture a nightmare where I'm the bad guy. I comew in trady to do harm again. But I do no harm, I just reach the men. The bown of semne that's left, aint too over my friend. You wit back, posted up., Vultured and friend.

You sit back with comflict that's just paper ten, sorrugate, comprehentison of foroueghn man lolockey busy, can't even blast adain. mnot freadfy my man, convert to forigein lands, something magical, in the palk of my hand, now I lands the truck, new over doubt with ampersands, you're better off going wehre they cxooki up them grams

Gate alcpy. CD tv. meellee fee fee we see the see no so do oh low co bo fo no oph. LKeave ther conflict, sit over across from em, reeady the wig splist you cusck dick you nonsense. No coudlnt do it. Did I buss ruin. New affrod a usin. I keep an hour straight, because I still can't hate know an hour great, no need to change worlth the wait.

But titittttes, I had the pleasure walk with em, new story expaned from all the optimism. I rmemebe my prism new over light senstense, Tell me the trhtthrtu, how you  an act timid. Timpitddy proof, go helf an african., Who helped a black man linger, ling enough again .

I'mn in the wind withe con

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