Thanks for leaving me with boxed expenses un-deserved, that I had never actually worked for. Something should have sparked some progress around those shanty town apartments. Lethal filled compartments. All I ******* asked for, and that’s not contradicting the topic either. I was born dirt *** poor. With smoke screened 70’s varnished cabinets, and big tacky un-necessary refrigerator magnets.

Everyone has, had, or wants a realistic goal to achieve. You gotta ****** believe me. Mine?

-Get the ball moving

-Guide such ball into new locations.

-Bring an air compressor.

Yeah. So I’m aware I’m no professor, but Jesus Christ how do you survive the suffocation of a material life?