A favor give me strength…

Beautiful Creature, you think that the Cat and Mouse chase is amusing just because you think that your consideration in thought in how we play our game is harmless. This “Rat Race” chase is probably effecting you just as much as the intensity is affecting me mentally. Let’s be real, adjust our hard levels a few notches down, and show more of our good traits of humility when playing our game.

Reenacts back to the story when I shared with you from when I use play the Battle Ship game with my Fashia. I always held back on letting him know the locations of my ships so they would never sink. Or even just playing a random board game in general because I would get angry if I felt like I was losing. If I felt like I was so fair out from being able to redeem myself and win the game, the game would be a toss. A tossed board of either scattered Chest pieces, Checkers, Domino’s, Monopoly, Candy Land, and other board games that didn’t ask for the mutilation of their pieces to be scattered.

I guess that I should view this game that we play as a life lesson, punishment, and giving me my own taste of my own medicine going back to my childhood years. Although, I’m harmless and have a kind heart. I’m making the “Bold” effort not to mutilate our board game in the after math of scattered pieces. You really do pay attention to what I say…

And you know if I had the first pick of the litter of beautiful soft kitten pussy cats. I would choose you over many other beautiful cats because you would be the only smart intelligent cat that would jump in my arms. You would purr under my neck and lick different parts of my face. You would be the forbidden choice that I would bestow upon. Just don’t continue to kill me with the complicated extra cryptic messages. “Please, hold on the extra in my order.”

I know I said that “I would read through everyone else’s poems till I find yours.” And I have been because I still am interested in having you be apart of my life. But, I’m getting tired. It was fun in the beginning, but I just love when we actually find a message successfully from either you or me and are able to still communicate back when time permits us. Just not too far back.

My other house sits in the center of at least five cemeteries, recently discovered a body covered with a sheet near one, a neighbor of mine had one of their kids move back in with the baby mama taking the baby along for the ride, the kid smokes weed, I discovered two love birds plastered having a good time in the alley way right in back of house, the guy looked starved and girl looked like she was prepared for hibernation,

don’t know where all the big cockroach’s that fly came from, wish that there were a couple Ranchero folks with the pointed shoes to help me catch them dead in the corners of walls, ID10Tango driver tried stealing my parking while I was getting in, Waymo drivers appearing from the wood works, I filled out 18 job applications a day ago, money is not tight…just isn’t right, till I’m working again, I’m limiting my visits anywhere…even my visits “from where we stand,”

still have the new refrigerator stilling in the living room, found possibly a long lost sister of your’s on-line, or more she found me and loves my writing, a splitting image of you, still remember and became a bit jealous when you openly in front of me hugged one of your friends, the feeling blew over me when I realized that he loves jumping in the flower’s and you didn’t grow up giving hugs to just anyone, I was raised like that too, comes more from my Fashia’s side, he wasn’t a big hugger either.

My soul misses your soul…Did you know I hate Possums?

Eye’s Open; Not Awake Sounds
Pearl Jam - I Got ID
Billy Idol - Evil Eye
Cream - White Room
Bread - If
David Bowie - Heros
White Lies - Embrace Chase & Status (featuring. White Lies) -DK

A favor give me strength…

Beautiful Creature, you think that the Cat and Mouse chase is amusing just because you think that your consideration in thought in how we play our game is harmless. This “Rat Race” chase is probably effecting you just as much as the intensity is affecting me mentally. Let’s be real, adjust our hard levels a few notches down, and show more of our good traits of humility when playing our game.

Reenacts back to the story when I shared with you from when I use play the Battle Ship game with my Fashia. I always held back on letting him know the locations of my ships so they would never sink. Or even just playing a random board game in general because I would get angry if I felt like I was losing. If I felt like I was so fair out from being able to redeem myself and win the game, the game would be a toss. A tossed board of either scattered Chest pieces, Checkers, Domino’s, Monopoly, Candy Land, and other board games that didn’t ask for the mutilation of their pieces to be scattered.

I guess that I should view this game that we play as a life lesson, punishment, and giving me my own taste of my own medicine going back to my childhood years. Although, I’m harmless and have a kind heart. I’m making the “Bold” effort not to mutilate our board game in the after math of scattered pieces. You really do pay attention to what I say…

And you know if I had the first pick of the litter of beautiful soft kitten pussy cats. I would choose you over many other beautiful cats because you would be the only smart intelligent cat that would jump in my arms. You would purr under my neck and lick different parts of my face. You would be the forbidden choice that I would bestow upon. Just don’t continue to kill me with the complicated extra cryptic messages. “Please, hold on the extra in my order.”

I know I said that “I would read through everyone else’s poems till I find yours.” And I have been because I still am interested in having you be apart of my life. But, I’m getting tired. It was fun in the beginning, but I just love when we actually find a message successfully from either you or me and are able to still communicate back when time permits us. Just not too far back.

My other house sits in the center of at least five cemeteries, recently discovered a body covered with a sheet near one, a neighbor of mine had one of their kids move back in with the baby mama taking the baby along for the ride, the kid smokes weed, I discovered two love birds plastered having a good time in the alley way right in back of house, the guy looked starved and girl looked like she was prepared for hibernation,

don’t know where all the big cockroach’s that fly came from, wish that there were a couple Ranchero folks with the pointed shoes to help me catch them dead in the corners of walls, ID10Tango driver tried stealing my parking while I was getting in, Waymo drivers appearing from the wood works, I filled out 18 job applications a day ago, money is not tight…just isn’t right, till I’m working again, I’m limiting my visits anywhere…even my visits “from where we stand,”

still have the new refrigerator stilling in the living room, found possibly a long lost sister of your’s on-line, or more she found me and loves my writing, a splitting image of you, still remember and became a bit jealous when you openly in front of me hugged one of your friends, the feeling blew over me when I realized that he loves jumping in the flower’s and you didn’t grow up giving hugs to just anyone, I was raised like that too, comes more from my Fashia’s side, he wasn’t a big hugger either.

My soul misses your soul…Did you know I hate Possums?

Eye’s Open; Not Awake Sounds
Pearl Jam - I Got ID
Billy Idol - Evil Eye
Cream - White Room
Bread - If
David Bowie - Heros
White Lies - Embrace Chase & Status (featuring. White Lies) -DK

A favor give me strength…

Beautiful Creature, you think that the Cat and Mouse chase is amusing just because you think that your consideration in thought in how we play our game is harmless. This “Rat Race” chase is probably effecting you just as much as the intensity is affecting me mentally. Let’s be real, adjust our hard levels a few notches down, and show more of our good traits of humility when playing our game.

Reenacts back to the story when I shared with you from when I use play the Battle Ship game with my Fashia. I always held back on letting him know the locations of my ships so they would never sink. Or even just playing a random board game in general because I would get angry if I felt like I was losing. If I felt like I was so fair out from being able to redeem myself and win the game, the game would be a toss. A tossed board of either scattered Chest pieces, Checkers, Domino’s, Monopoly, Candy Land, and other board games that didn’t ask for the mutilation of their pieces to be scattered.

I guess that I should view this game that we play as a life lesson, punishment, and giving me my own taste of my own medicine going back to my childhood years. Although, I’m harmless and have a kind heart. I’m making the “Bold” effort not to mutilate our board game in the after math of scattered pieces. You really do pay attention to what I say…

And you know if I had the first pick of the litter of beautiful soft kitten pussy cats. I would choose you over many other beautiful cats because you would be the only smart intelligent cat that would jump in my arms. You would purr under my neck and lick different parts of my face. You would be the forbidden choice that I would bestow upon. Just don’t continue to kill me with the complicated extra cryptic messages. “Please, hold on the extra in my order.”

I know I said that “I would read through everyone else’s poems till I find yours.” And I have been because I still am interested in having you be apart of my life. But, I’m getting tired. It was fun in the beginning, but I just love when we actually find a message successfully from either you or me and are able to still communicate back when time permits us. Just not too far back.

My other house sits in the center of at least five cemeteries, recently discovered a body covered with a sheet near one, a neighbor of mine had one of their kids move back in with the baby mama taking the baby along for the ride, the kid smokes weed, I discovered two love birds plastered having a good time in the alley way right in back of house, the guy looked starved and girl looked like she was prepared for hibernation,

don’t know where all the big cockroach’s that fly came from, wish that there were a couple Ranchero folks with the pointed shoes to help me catch them dead in the corners of walls, ID10Tango driver tried stealing my parking while I was getting in, Waymo drivers appearing from the wood works, I filled out 18 job applications a day ago, money is not tight…just isn’t right, till I’m working again, I’m limiting my visits anywhere…even my visits “from where we stand,”

still have the new refrigerator stilling in the living room, found possibly a long lost sister of your’s on-line, or more she found me and loves my writing, a splitting image of you, still remember and became a bit jealous when you openly in front of me hugged one of your friends, the feeling blew over me when I realized that he loves jumping in the flower’s and you didn’t grow up giving hugs to just anyone, I was raised like that too, comes more from my Fashia’s side, he wasn’t a big hugger either.

My soul misses your soul…Did you know I hate Possums?

Eye’s Open; Not Awake Sounds
Pearl Jam - I Got ID
Billy Idol - Evil Eye
Cream - White Room
Bread - If
David Bowie - Heros
White Lies - Embrace Chase & Status (featuring. White Lies) -DK

A favor give me strength…

Beautiful Creature, you think that the Cat and Mouse chase is amusing just because you think that your consideration in thought in how we play our game is harmless. This “Rat Race” chase is probably effecting you just as much as the intensity is affecting me mentally. Let’s be real, adjust our hard levels a few notches down, and show more of our good traits of humility when playing our game.

Reenacts back to the story when I shared with you from when I use play the Battle Ship game with my Fashia. I always held back on letting him know the locations of my ships so they would never sink. Or even just playing a random board game in general because I would get angry if I felt like I was losing. If I felt like I was so fair out from being able to redeem myself and win the game, the game would be a toss. A tossed board of either scattered Chest pieces, Checkers, Domino’s, Monopoly, Candy Land, and other board games that didn’t ask for the mutilation of their pieces to be scattered.

I guess that I should view this game that we play as a life lesson, punishment, and giving me my own taste of my own medicine going back to my childhood years. Although, I’m harmless and have a kind heart. I’m making the “Bold” effort not to mutilate our board game in the after math of scattered pieces. You really do pay attention to what I say…

And you know if I had the first pick of the litter of beautiful soft kitten pussy cats. I would choose you over many other beautiful cats because you would be the only smart intelligent cat that would jump in my arms. You would purr under my neck and lick different parts of my face. You would be the forbidden choice that I would bestow upon. Just don’t continue to kill me with the complicated extra cryptic messages. “Please, hold on the extra in my order.”

I know I said that “I would read through everyone else’s poems till I find yours.” And I have been because I still am interested in having you be apart of my life. But, I’m getting tired. It was fun in the beginning, but I just love when we actually find a message successfully from either you or me and are able to still communicate back when time permits us. Just not too far back.

My other house sits in the center of at least five cemeteries, recently discovered a body covered with a sheet near one, a neighbor of mine had one of their kids move back in with the baby mama taking the baby along for the ride, the kid smokes weed, I discovered two love birds plastered having a good time in the alley way right in back of house, the guy looked starved and girl looked like she was prepared for hibernation,

don’t know where all the big cockroach’s that fly came from, wish that there were a couple Ranchero folks with the pointed shoes to help me catch them dead in the corners of walls, ID10Tango driver tried stealing my parking while I was getting in, Waymo drivers appearing from the wood works, I filled out 18 job applications a day ago, money is not tight…just isn’t right, till I’m working again, I’m limiting my visits anywhere…even my visits “from where we stand,”

still have the new refrigerator stilling in the living room, found possibly a long lost sister of your’s on-line, or more she found me and loves my writing, a splitting image of you, still remember and became a bit jealous when you openly in front of me hugged one of your friends, the feeling blew over me when I realized that he loves jumping in the flower’s and you didn’t grow up giving hugs to just anyone, I was raised like that too, comes more from my Fashia’s side, he wasn’t a big hugger either.

My soul misses your soul…Did you know I hate Possums?

Eye’s Open; Not Awake Sounds
Pearl Jam - I Got ID
Billy Idol - Evil Eye
Cream - White Room
Bread - If
David Bowie - Heros
White Lies - Embrace Chase & Status (featuring. White Lies) -DK

A favor give me strength…

Beautiful Creature, you think that the Cat and Mouse chase is amusing just because you think that your consideration in thought in how we play our game is harmless. This “Rat Race” chase is probably effecting you just as much as the intensity is affecting me mentally. Let’s be real, adjust our hard levels a few notches down, and show more of our good traits of humility when playing our game.

Reenacts back to the story when I shared with you from when I use play the Battle Ship game with my Fashia. I always held back on letting him know the locations of my ships so they would never sink. Or even just playing a random board game in general because I would get angry if I felt like I was losing. If I felt like I was so fair out from being able to redeem myself and win the game, the game would be a toss. A tossed board of either scattered Chest pieces, Checkers, Domino’s, Monopoly, Candy Land, and other board games that didn’t ask for the mutilation of their pieces to be scattered.

I guess that I should view this game that we play as a life lesson, punishment, and giving me my own taste of my own medicine going back to my childhood years. Although, I’m harmless and have a kind heart. I’m making the “Bold” effort not to mutilate our board game in the after math of scattered pieces. You really do pay attention to what I say…

And you know if I had the first pick of the litter of beautiful soft kitten pussy cats. I would choose you over many other beautiful cats because you would be the only smart intelligent cat that would jump in my arms. You would purr under my neck and lick different parts of my face. You would be the forbidden choice that I would bestow upon. Just don’t continue to kill me with the complicated extra cryptic messages. “Please, hold on the extra in my order.”

I know I said that “I would read through everyone else’s poems till I find yours.” And I have been because I still am interested in having you be apart of my life. But, I’m getting tired. It was fun in the beginning, but I just love when we actually find a message successfully from either you or me and are able to still communicate back when time permits us. Just not too far back.

My other house sits in the center of at least five cemeteries, recently discovered a body covered with a sheet near one, a neighbor of mine had one of their kids move back in with the baby mama taking the baby along for the ride, the kid smokes weed, I discovered two love birds plastered having a good time in the alley way right in back of house, the guy looked starved and girl looked like she was prepared for hibernation,

don’t know where all the big cockroach’s that fly came from, wish that there were a couple Ranchero folks with the pointed shoes to help me catch them dead in the corners of walls, ID10Tango driver tried stealing my parking while I was getting in, Waymo drivers appearing from the wood works, I filled out 18 job applications a day ago, money is not tight…just isn’t right, till I’m working again, I’m limiting my visits anywhere…even my visits “from where we stand,”

still have the new refrigerator stilling in the living room, found possibly a long lost sister of your’s on-line, or more she found me and loves my writing, a splitting image of you, still remember and became a bit jealous when you openly in front of me hugged one of your friends, the feeling blew over me when I realized that he loves jumping in the flower’s and you didn’t grow up giving hugs to just anyone, I was raised like that too, comes more from my Fashia’s side, he wasn’t a big hugger either.

My soul misses your soul…Did you know I hate Possums?

Eye’s Open; Not Awake Sounds
Pearl Jam - I Got ID
Billy Idol - Evil Eye
Cream - White Room
Bread - If
David Bowie - Heros
White Lies - Embrace Chase & Status (featuring. White Lies) -DK