Love Among the Lizards

No one is going to harm my Dofskyefsky today. He is an infinity who struck against vampiric divinity. I can be in his vicnity and speak to him actually as a white male, with blue eyes, right in front of me. He is strong, but not strong enough to push away a tide like all of you (beauty market, racist blacks, and media). I support his right to choose an unmarried older woman like me. He would be the perfect height to be a boxer in blue. Unknown is my imagination about where he is and what he will be. He is not mannequin, he is fluidity. The sea is how he judges me. His weight is perfect for K9 retrieval after this conference. Csar Nicholis II is he. Time in Russia moves so differently. He survived the Kosak attack on the family carriage and let "little Anastasia" go to France and be disbelieved and then to die in anonymity. Too bad, so sad. His Crime and Punishment brain planned it all along. He and me on Oahu in '63 as the way he does see. He will be STATESMAN with me. Satire today, keeps away coworkers who touch, telepathically, a little too much. Maybe a big bowl of Walmart generic microwave butter popcorn will make you feel better as you watch back episodes of David Letterman tonight. Guard your knees and I will SWEEP you off your feet. Chung Moo.