You looking for a
lovable-loser-kinda-dead-beat-sweetheart-you-can-boss-around-li­ke-he-wrapped-around-your-little-finger-kinda thing?
That could be cool.
If so, you'll never believe it,
but I know just the guy, too.
He's a little scruffy
but he's good natured;
and check it out, I got a deal for you!
This one's Free to a good home,
if you take him in today. ;)
had all his shots an' e'rythang too.



Oh, and yeah- also-_~You look great, or whatever...  Which, I mean, of course- you do.

Gods I wish I were only kidding. The thirst is real and I simped so hard... *******.. EW!
...just,

ew.

There is a moment in the evening when the day turns into night
And another when the night turns back into day again
But between these two is a meridian undefined
When night turns to morning and yesterday to tomorrow and briefly you too can sublimate, effervesce, and reorganize, and recalling before you recombine, and reassimate. But before you do you got to run it through and check if this is still what you really wanna do. And also make sure the top and tails are in the right places, and that the eyes and stomach still match the plate.

Family game night:

In it to win it, win or lose! "WIN LOSE OR DRAW" -updated edition, 1992-

"now with fewer screws to lose!"

or get unloosened, and then - come loose - and then, ultimately, you know, get lost... .

So yeah! Fewer screws! (Their getting *******)

I'm not in it for what I can do for you. I'm in it to see what we can do together, to make a memory worth looking back at, even if it's bad once it's done you can find the humor in each mistake - so as to make the recap shine from time to time and a little, too, every now and then...
and then again.
Bright like diamond sparkle, sparks pop and sizzle into smoke,
and fade.

And if the lighting is perfect too- and you set a perfect mood -and you find a good tune or better a a whole album you can dig on while you shoot the **** and kiss and tease and beg and plead and win and lose. It's my favorite thing to do. You ever smoke and chill? Yeah me too. (This was a lie) Nah like sitting still in a room is like... my favorite thing to do. (Also a lie.) In fact he was almaost physically incapable of sitting still once high on ***. He had to walk around and move. He walks through all his spiral thoughts and beats a rhythm out of syllabary slices he hopes that he can rhyme sooner or later, at marching cadences and syncopating them slowly, to the sway.

but what if I could say it better, yes I know I haven't said it yet that's the dilema- what if I said it out loud but then I thought of a better way to say it and it hauntes me terribly; because first and foremost, it is imperative that I always be the most clever that I can be at   Bb every beat of every bit and turn of phrase,  oh god I'm rambling, never mind that **** I said... Hey LOOK AT THAT!!

He Bungles the bolt, stumbles and stops, and gives up the retreat. "My bad guys... I ****** that one up... Nah you guys were great! Yeah that's on me... My B. Later dudes."

(Hell yeah! I certainly slogged that one out.  Sarcastically -Yippee I'm self aware now, too!!! ,'.)  

"You too? Cool. So..? Cool, yeah, so— what are you? Like what are you up too? You busy tonight or like, what's up?
You feel like kickin it later?
... Or now if you're into it? You know...

"Cuz I kinah feel like kickin it witchou."
(but do it smooth) [******* dude...]
{don't be rude}(why not? That was ******* cheese *****!* And cheese ***** can ******* ****.)
[whatever man, he can't hear us anyway so what's it matter?]{it's just uncouth}.