Under the Sun of Hot San Francisco day; I find it exciting how can a sluggish me can go out of the sea of beauties of mix grey at straight ave. Cor rainbow arrow. Anything goes saying the master of ceremonies standing beside the portable toilet. My thoughts run like rabbitized brain cells of mine. And thought if Prenzil aka Rapunzil can't send her long hair down my flame of inner dance like the flash dance, wondering if there is an openly bi-centential super-hero. Asexual yet productive in humping strange animals; not for any reason but inter-racial research.
On my search for a online pro-creation double-mint hitting on stored stocks in my tummy; I wonder whether I should or not be truthful to my terms of endearment. I thought maybe its time I just go with the system that is tested. Today is a challenge of how I can travel the outside stained bed-sheets with white water color if I don't have an ipod or music in my ears, how can I flirt with the dog or cat next door if my head is consumed by far east insensitive radius?
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