But, I feels the moral stranglehold is a bit too off the wall. I, dadada, am a man. A full by the blessedness of passion endowed man. My fellow man is attractive to me as an equal socially conscious of having enough chromosomes to keep a good business ethic, conversation that wreaks of freedom in who they are and what they believe, live and is respectfully truthful.
But, I cherish, the absolute availability of beauty. Heh, I should've scored a publishing company in my traverses. Beauty from the ethereal, to the surreal. Colors and magnificent depth in beauty in the state in which it is blessed. I won't name too many but I have a couple who's smiles would make the sun forget it's shine. And appear so stunningly beautiful, the blind say who turned on the lights.
I can't remember the name but I recall what attracted me, dank koo, multi-pass amazingly, what she appeared to be like before the crash would've been a sight for sore eyes, hehe... Maybe it was only a snippet of DNA that dropped all the fugly shit off the map. But, yeah, there's a hottie. I've got to get that costume for the girls when they come over for a shoot.
I am overworked, I really am. And, illegally over-taxed to support a commie, elitist, socialist state that has nothing to do with my Constitutional Responsibilities in any text and many against these things being infringed upon me, and without much conspiracy speculation, I know the same for you too. This is where I love my fellow man and women the best.
We really never took the time to form our government's as they unfurl, on our dollar, on our lives, in our name...
And, at our expense, what's not to like?
When we quit letting those sucking our lifeblood out of US railroad what we have to say. We need to learn to invoke as our will, our necessities and needs for our representation and promises by deed results or bye bye Ouija Board, next promising fool.
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