Eye D
As eye was entering a public facility the young boy with the overcoat opened it to the side to reveal to me a string of IDs a yard or three long in plastic lamination and told me his song. He said you must have one of these to get in his facility you can't function here without one of these plastic IDs. Three of the hundreds for this one please. Money is god mammon is fun. Eye entered the door with no special help and proceeded to make a computer my help. The man next to the wall was eye sore from the smurfing of smut and the hate in his craw and he barked at me to please leave once bitten now the eye is twice shy. His friend was setting his small kingdom up using three of the computors to make one page come up when will it end will tomorrow even come now eye am sure that they all meant me harm but nothing is cut but my time gentle reader as you can see the eye is still using computor.
