Jenn Stalin

I look at the picture of yee in about 23. You are softer than your species self in Russia. She did speak today of Elenor and FDR. Money matters slipped her mind. The coats, oh the coats, speak of your dignity in 43. You and Carl, divinities from different vicinities. Maintain the fight. Find what is right. Create a story, sprinckled with poor me lies about your plight. Speak not of his Collie tonight. Your father pulses through and Nickolas the second too. You are Russian from here on, not a pawn to linger on. Use the mind kind when gents are near. Daddy and Carl will find you clear. It is okay to cry today, but otherwise keep that at bay. I say now you are the Mecca of Stalinian way. You invented you for a reason. I know not of your treason. Follow your path and be asleep when the she's come into vicinity. You are now a satanistic mire of Russian desire. Thirst for the Ukraine, the blood of their insane, not the Rhineland. Be grand, share your hand. Gestapo flirts and stalks at your door. Tiffiny is your EVERMORE. When you dine on wine, see red. For your country you have bled. You had me instead. No more being dead, you are VAMPIRIC even in bed. In the night see who is right and JUMP THEM telepathically. No more geriatric scene. It can be a female if the tone is correct. After that, they must protect. Your money is free for yee. Mr. Cheney has wrapped you with a bow. No one else will make you their ho. I am the one to dictate to you. Stay away from Marion County zoo. The park across from the Indy star is where you will find starlings bizarre. Be there in the back blackened windows of a fancy car. Midnight she will lurk, you may jerk, but never submit. She is your darkened self and kitty kat revelry. Enjoy yourself and be free.