"Fuck-yawwh..."

“Fuck-yawwh..” (February 2022)

“Oooooo!”.. month later ahh-hah moment, take the time to own it, spastic shooting-star like thoughts, quick.. catch-and-latch onto Ancient runaway brainwave potion commotion devotion, left hand lotion 🧴 🤜🏻🍆💦💨🎤⬇️.

The doctrine above started a simple explanation turned masturbation, an innocent excretion.. harboring treason for reason, un-belie-vin even, life-guard buoys be heave’n, start belie-vin “Steven”.

Yeah so that sounds more like a Musical Emmy Nominee.. than a gesture from me, clock-stopped dropout degree, run-away now and be free, it’s “E-zay-Djay-Yay!”, dildo crusty.. just used today, what must I-say, could I be gay?, just wait till it’s day-to-“Nayy”, because it’s “Okayyy.. I too like to Playyy, it’ll be magical Kayyy?”, transport into dimensions in-and-out of ones self as we lay and watch the universe spray, been longing this special day, sorry to crudely joke.. I may have had a toke, but unfortunately.. I’m loving and acceptingly NOT gay, well at least for today…😘 🤪🔥”

“Followed by.. come play.. Kayyy???”, Devils-Reborn Day, okay?, “Do I really act gay?”, comfortably speechless with nothing else to say, brain went gray, complete disarray, acid melt bay, this didn’t just happen today, 666 Michael Way, and a climatical slay coming in May, but todays February…”.

“EPISODE CONVEYOR BELT”:

“Gaw-damn”, can anybody slow me down, give me a crown or drown, ripples of s-oww-n, wrists un-bown, Dipsy-Gypsy clown.

“Yo!.. who’s ready to eat some gypsy spaghetti confetti already?”, let’s call it family winner dinner, where I’m the entertainer spotlight spinner, pre-qualified SINNER.

I don’t know… what-da-fuuhh-k… hi :).. now byeee!

Ps. I’m going to fucking cry, if y’all believers can’t just try, I’ll lead the heard.. because this worlds absurd, alphabetical nerd basement turd.. “worrr-d!”, acoustically follow Ty-Guy, raw organic nutrient PIE-gone-RIE, 3.14896253… blah blah blah, Einstein hah, I’m tired & officially retired… zip my lips so I’ll stop talking, won’t work try at the knees.. they’re still walking/gawking, Steven Hawking, Jeffery Domer stalking, mumbly jabbering to entities not psychically walking, mantle urn ashes are knocking, porch-swing rocking, yodel’s and soul fams flocking.