Communism is like...It's like we're living in an apartment on the edge of a reduced-rent zone. Penelope, there's not enough sea near California, enough crud in Crafton Heights, nor starving wards to cram with food. Cram me long-ways, & length-wise, with the stump ending of your loving devoid. Ermines seasonally sport creamy-white coats. In my context, ermine apples = (post-pubescent) mammae....I'll hold your hair back while you *****. I'll hold your purse while you adjust your bra. I'll hold your ladder. I'll hold your secrets. I'll not hold your hand when you jump off a bridge. [Hillary's frozen fear forces secret agent to kick her ***. Hillary's chemicalization scares me shitless. It could be the onset of
angina. The clenching is indicative.] It's a well-defined Victory Over Forgiveness when I enter your solitary-confinement cell to tell you that you're not alone. Goad her not ma into Godless voter fraud after we've forgotten to **** rotten & crooked in lives that too (by tattoo) were taught in jails & in wars ma died & fought in.