Writing through the Fatigue, LD

Line deputy, beep beep beep. Last night was cool at Taco Bell. Just to let you know, those sauce "fortunes" are never specific in that way. Closeness is not in my heart right now. Too much war, too little aid. In vicinity we can BEGIN in a way I have never done before. I do promise you the first crack at my heart, but do not procrastinate or someone else, or someone new, may slip in there. Stop Chasing CARS and be the doberman to my cocker spaniel. I find you a delight and just right for every mission we need to run in Muncie. Your mighty is not seen, in vicinity, of me or when I communicate with you in any way. Perfect side by side duo, you now understand the cruel of my developmental experiences. I must stay trapped there until you are in place for eternity. There is very little for me to say today. I have an exhaustion that I cannot compute. My backpack feels like an infinity lead weight. I do carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. Please keep the prostitution trade away from me. Columbia Heights Police in Taco Bell drive thru just as I walked to the bus stop last night. His computer was working just fine.