this former guttersnipe doth harbor no ill will while lain in the gutter of this conventional ville where some insomniacs take nigh quill your plea 4 money, but a confession that my life like a bitter pill shape n size like n opal battling uphill
monetary resources nil yet surges of imaginative days with hew fill me jet throw toll aqua lung gill lug gin islands n tandem with my mind till death dew eye part, but social security disability just barely amp pull - this no pitiful poetic swill.
at this juncture my self confidence fuels me with greater skill 2 take risks, such as reach out n smooth over ruffled n ridged feathers emanating from sputter ring unthinkingly sans my virtual quill i.e. emails n such prods awareness 2 maximize opportunities that could fill
a void - specifically a marriage bereft of compatibility - n figuratively i jumped in2 this drama OUT of desperation years ago when hot n ***** pangs would not chill plus my then living mother n now octogenarian widower father raged against me, their sole soul less son, who daily they did flip their grill.