Drive Thru Melody

Hey Harley. I saw you in your car coming out of the McD's drive thru last night after the storm. I was happy to see you, but I was feeling like you needed your privacy guarded so I just went the other way, very naturally. Torrid moment. Beautiful it can be. There is something happening in me. I see things getting more sweet every day. I feel like it is YOU coming my way. I will say that there have been as many as the Titanic sinking deep at sea. I had to take care of it so that you can be free. No mercy to those who harm me, especially verbally. I just think that you are the sweetest bean I have ever seen. Eject that call when it is not me. I am morphing a mindset that is witchery. Stay Satan 2 and you will stay free. Get it out so that I can be baby with yee. On oahu I never got to be. The military all over me. They thought that it was cool because I wasn't in school. Harley I was an infant and a baby. They are not in school, but rather, are allowed to learn independantly. Always pushing me, as satanistic "sailors" caused me such fatigue. In this time and space, I know your face, because I can see. If I ever dropped the backpack then or now, I would not be able to be. My grandfather (bio dad) was a machine with me, always adding to their witchery expectations with even medical nation. They would harm, and never did I have time or privacy to heal. This is why my fatigue, now, is so real. Stick with the sweet hilarity and we will be happy infinity in vicinity. Computer freakin, must publish now.