Since I've Started

Now is the time we steal sad souls, psych, they're mafia fronts and the you don't want to know times ala, yes a lot. #1 Everyone can get got to, but mostly they all want to give it op. I said it. Lay down and arch. Keep your eyes on down, unless I'm in your mouth. And talking, wait my head exploded, that is so a pass. I can do it, why can't they, is not my, some word like um bailiwick, but different. I have no jurisdiction, and I talka like ze cracker, sentences stretched out behind me in guilt at my bad grammar and some colors that mean bad prose. I do not give a 2p fuckityfuck, I'm guilty just like you, of course you can write and are prettier by far, me: backward bowing out of the room. Some never leave, and some never return, in person, and in the minds of us all. It made sense at the time,
I'm leaving it. Yes, it sure is a shame about the blue stains.