It took a while. He stood by smoking cigarette, idly poking his head in the direction of the stern kettle which held the em’nents of the remain of the day, silly! The em’nents were of course the eminent attorneys and such that lived in the dive called the New Braska Height District of San Deona, California, CA 19087.
The remains of the day were of course but the only one to see that it was the one who won that did not make it to the game but went to the end of the tie and saw what was to be seen and rejected it thereby getting into all kinds of shit with the head teacher leading to another folksong called the life of St Brian then called the One and now called the 7 and a ½. It is a no and a noun to be the one who gets to get it all, that is, to be the one who gets to see and feel it like it all was the one or the two but not the third nor second if you dig?
If you dig it then you have a heart for the song in the book of the God called Isis and the cool Blook shall be yourn afor they all go to the unseen end of the time called the aind of the tyme.
In anyway, axsk the one with neither to fondatory nature nor the fundamental mature that lets it not see that drug dealing is a sin not for to do unless one is sure that one can see it through to the end with time spent. It is with time spent that one gets to know the deal from the reason, the reason being the sale of drugs, the deal being the end of all drug crime through the sale of drugs and taking them off the scene. It is a no and a not that it is ever a stand should there be. In other words, it is a son that does not see through who sees it for the one way to get the ahead to get thee ahead asmith. To get thee ahead asmith is to get in and get out without getting caught. Get caught and you be it. Get it and you be the safe one and not the sure. The sure is not the one who gets it in but the one who gets it in the safest place called the Hotel of Eden. There he sees that it is the not and the nomenclature that makes it to the being called the Near Edge or Edgiest of the All. If you know how to speak it you can peak it it rapstar jargon.
They is a no’ goin’ to be findin’ me here! This ain’t my scene at all! No way am I to be found with these rocks lyin’ around and the for-sale sign outside the door as the usual junkheads pop through the door and ask for a place to sit and wait. For the man to return.
This ain’t it! This ain’t it at all! This ain’t git and this ain’t gat neither. This ain’t gat and it ain’t cool to see, this ain’tomology of the parfick into a new zoo thief called a home scale rock story or about the fun in the sun called the beach of the Hide where all can be forsoomed such that it does not get it in, it gets it in though to be the one who sees that it is the top and the toff who win here and they know it so well.
This riff ain’t wrong it’s the foom of the foe and the foe of the foomzid or impossible.
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