Being Away

I work left to right tonight.  I wrote to ICP Andy and to Henn. Co. Medical Examiner webmaster.  These are the guys who get it done.  I may be satanist fat, but I can be their puddy tat.  In the future, my weight struggle will cease.  I will just fuck it away with my master, and go for leaserly walks with my former cop honey.  They will love me just because I am the jak a ta ba na na na.  That's EVERYTHING in Swahili, bitch!

We are rising and the DOC crew may just be chomping on me right now, but I bet that when they all wake with erections they will know that it is me and not Mitt Romney.  Your psychosexual development really shows too much time on your mommy/daddy teet.  You are not gay, but you are beginning to read that way.  Stay away from Wade's heiny.

I am really having a difficult day.  Characters come and play.  Henn. Co. ME office, you called by driving by.  Bodies are starting to pile up in the vicinity.  Do not take care of them mystically.  The smell remains and so does the guilty conscience.  Muncie is in vicinty.  Maybe they will want to actually help.

I feel a little lost so I will stop.