Letter to self: Roman Numeral 17 drug up on charges unrelated to the home invasion on Milwaukee Avenue-seen fleeing with female. Learned secrets of the Serengeti. A catch torn to pieces. Note: Roman Colosseum desecrated. A raptor in the fan blades. A diamond in the zealous. Man, don't ride dem bones. Some doo-*** ditty- bop of Saint and sinner, stewbums and deadbeat killer clowns. Open, thy cup runneth over. Loosen the ties binding to the bone. The Rorschach Tune-Up Allotment Sale Now Through Apocalypse Day 7. Memo to Bixby: Gyroscope Hot Tub Blowout relaxing the flow chart boys uptown. A filtered out flummox of impedance Bixby, Jimmywalk spared the lewd and lascivious. Spike the routers Roman Numeral 17 seen in vicinity, Apocryphal papers flown to Helsinki. Eradicate memo with extreme prejudice. Yours Turner.
This is an older work with minor revision. This was a hands down fire of fun. Just opening up and letting words overtake you.