HELLO TRIX.
I STAYED IN A HOMELESS SHELTER IN LAS VEGAS FOR SIX MONTHS THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. THE ASS AND FEET SMELL WOULD NOT GO AWAY. IT SMELLED LIKE A HUMAN RANCH IN THERE. AND THAT IS HOW LIFE IS SOMETIMES. THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR EMBODIED BY HOSTILE ALIENS FROM THEIR OWN IMAGINED ALTERNATE REALITY KEEP TRYING TO SQUISH BUT THEY CAN'T. AND ALAS THEY DON'T GO AWAY. THEY STAY THROUGHOUT THE GENERATIONS LIKE THE HUMAN RANCH SMELL IN THE HOMELESS SHELTER, THAT FEET AND ASS SMELL FROM PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO WASH THEIR FEET AND ASS CRACK BUT HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO USE WHITE POWDER DRUGS AND HIDE FROM THE COSTUMED MAN WITH THE METAL DICK ON HIS WASTE BAND AND THE VOICE AMPLIFIER IN HIS GASOLINE POWERED ANGRY ROLLER SKATE FROM THE LAND OF SEVERITY TRANSFORMERS.
I WISH THERE WAS SOME KIND OF CANDY THAT WOULD MAKE THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR GO AWAY AND LEAVE THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR PEZ DISPENSERS AND THE RECEIVER AMPLIFIERS THAT WE HAVE BEEN TUNED TO BECOME BY OUR OVER COMMUNICATED LIVES.
PLEASE ASS AND FEET SMELL GO AWAY WITH THE SOAP SUDS DOWN THE DRAINAGE DITCH OF LIFE. THEY ARE TOUR GUIDES OF THE RINGS OF HELL ON EARTH AND THEY LOVE IT. I RESPECT THEM ONLY AS FAR AS I CAN MAKE MONEY OFF THEM..... AND MAYBE SMOKE SOME 420 WITH THEM ON NIGHTS WHEN THE MOON COMES TOO CLOSE AS I RAISE MY REFLECTOR SHIELDS.....
RESPECTFULLY AND CAUTIOUSLY AND WITH GREAT GREED FOR MORE MONEY, CANDY, WOMAN, FREE TIME, HOME RUN DINNERS, INTERESTING PLACES TO EXPERIENCE AND SHIT LIKE THAT.
THE MAN FROM PLANET EARTH NAMED ARMOND GILLIAM.......
I STAYED IN A HOMELESS SHELTER IN LAS VEGAS FOR SIX MONTHS THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. THE ASS AND FEET SMELL WOULD NOT GO AWAY. IT SMELLED LIKE A HUMAN RANCH IN THERE. AND THAT IS HOW LIFE IS SOMETIMES. THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR EMBODIED BY HOSTILE ALIENS FROM THEIR OWN IMAGINED ALTERNATE REALITY KEEP TRYING TO SQUISH BUT THEY CAN'T. AND ALAS THEY DON'T GO AWAY. THEY STAY THROUGHOUT THE GENERATIONS LIKE THE HUMAN RANCH SMELL IN THE HOMELESS SHELTER, THAT FEET AND ASS SMELL FROM PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO WASH THEIR FEET AND ASS CRACK BUT HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO USE WHITE POWDER DRUGS AND HIDE FROM THE COSTUMED MAN WITH THE METAL DICK ON HIS WASTE BAND AND THE VOICE AMPLIFIER IN HIS GASOLINE POWERED ANGRY ROLLER SKATE FROM THE LAND OF SEVERITY TRANSFORMERS.
I WISH THERE WAS SOME KIND OF CANDY THAT WOULD MAKE THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR GO AWAY AND LEAVE THE WEIRDNESS FACTOR PEZ DISPENSERS AND THE RECEIVER AMPLIFIERS THAT WE HAVE BEEN TUNED TO BECOME BY OUR OVER COMMUNICATED LIVES.
PLEASE ASS AND FEET SMELL GO AWAY WITH THE SOAP SUDS DOWN THE DRAINAGE DITCH OF LIFE. THEY ARE TOUR GUIDES OF THE RINGS OF HELL ON EARTH AND THEY LOVE IT. I RESPECT THEM ONLY AS FAR AS I CAN MAKE MONEY OFF THEM..... AND MAYBE SMOKE SOME 420 WITH THEM ON NIGHTS WHEN THE MOON COMES TOO CLOSE AS I RAISE MY REFLECTOR SHIELDS.....
RESPECTFULLY AND CAUTIOUSLY AND WITH GREAT GREED FOR MORE MONEY, CANDY, WOMAN, FREE TIME, HOME RUN DINNERS, INTERESTING PLACES TO EXPERIENCE AND SHIT LIKE THAT.
THE MAN FROM PLANET EARTH NAMED ARMOND GILLIAM.......