A beautiful sunset, it is the early 90's. The orange streaked sun melts into the horizon. Milky stars bleed into infinite abyss. A sweet, sweeet scent thick with paradise coconut spray wafts towards my nose. It's beautiful. It is a tropical sundance heaven. Everyone's cute faces were gently sprinkled with the sun's rays, and their sweet, honeydew smiles would warm you from head to toe. A red chevrolet convertible waits to take you to Hotel Marx. You arrive to see the sky turned to a blood, violent spotty red. Ducks come attacking. All of a sudden you feel your legs give in. A pretty blue dress covers you. The clouds turn aoi aoi kaze kaze blue. Now wings sprout from your meninges. Arrows come at you. OW! Rabbit saw you steal. Now you know that he is your cousin. When you don't feel scared, the world becomes your sweet, home. Anyway. I smell the vintage smell of 70's grandeur. I looked at my brown chest hair floating out of my flamboyantly loose shirt. Once we pull up, I look at the beauty Harley and stare her down. When I order a cheese sandwich she comes up to delivery it. She walks in. Closes the door. She comes over. Pulls out my weiner. Starts blowing. I end up having sex with her. Then it's 8 o'clock. I drive my hot pink convert to the casinos. It's not just a gsme. I try my luck at the cards a=but i find out that i mm have a typewriter andt hen i reremebered my wife had sent my ond sa mission and i was. so i went to hump my plants to let them grow very large lick my schlong. My wife grows beans in the back. One day Geroge fucked me. So I turned gay. Now I hose sillie parties in Ny and sex people of both sexes. I'm pretty good. then I found out that sex isn't everything. There's more. I focused on that. Sex would always be a problemm. I realize I'm not white. I'm not brown even.
Furthy
Forty
Porty
Courtney
What am I?
What am?
What is?
this bO-tst dh!
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