Wheres My Wallet

I finished only this and I look quit messed up in the predatory mirror made by mormon manufactures (they make nice furniture) that belonged in a Salt Lake City mansion long ago. Which is why ! I laugh, I think I'm feeling the Incompetence of the Shitheads in office, I'm with the customers rights to yell at the owner for shity service cause I'm being robbed by mother fuckers in service of a regime about democracy and what true freedom is, I'm fighting every second the WAR thats alive in everything from bugs to birds and wild pollen that the flowers stir and not to mention, so much chemistry or over populated filthy air. I have to avoid things that set me offf because its not good for any psychology by being a hell of alot more versatile like Christopher Sly and his lachey. I'm really a Prince in disguise of a rock star loser and I don't even have a band. Words are the pivotal factor for me in the horizon bored of all the city can offer already spent liquid dollars in the velvet rooms of fire and fruit. I like it when they play your movie back for you when you give an outstanding performance of it, I'm a little bit of a perfectionists in being, our unique design. I'm really surprized though that I'm not on some magazine cover yet. Britney Spears wouldn't know what to do with me under the covers like a magical book that unravels your barriers, 'what ! make a new sound ?!' Words !!!!!!