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 Space the inner space the turmoil the croil of health working against sickness and mind over matter and matters some. A man is easy not worried over much unless he is drinking way too much his nerves would not handle the excessiveness the age a factor the insides slipping into jelly at every opportunity. Merrill Lynch is hiring aspiring Collage boyos inserting applications to all the places that the real world goes for jobs eye did not think for even one minute that professionals mix the businesses with pleasures they read the applications and look up the numbers iff the boyo is old in age the age will decide how many years were you involved with collage did you bend over far enought.  The professor contacted the office of the BULL they screamed in offline delight this boyo will make a wonderful ass set to our company of fright. He wants to sit in a cock pit of a lear jet and have a real office with a lap top full of nudity and pressured flesh and all the virtual women dancing just for him his only thing will come to knoe the answers there. He swings the lady under arm is bare the smell just like a lear of jetted flesh and lust will keep him rich until they die and bury him just standing up near one of the elevators he can no longer access the garage the Lamborghini just a vanilla dress the women that he had in collage all redress in chocolate vined and twinned for all to use as behest the markers made of clay out shines the poor the rich inclined upon the couches so divine. Snacking now on nothing but desire he senses time will bring him riches of the BULL market kind. As he slowly starves to death and loses sight of life wiping out the glasses left behind the bar making drinks for people who have actual cash stolen from the mason jars left underneath the cars to crash the drunk pinned and taking all the medical team five hours and the jaws of life thing to get him out is he hurt NON not hurt he smiles while thirteen women cry and bury one more dead child the baby this time. He walks off the gurney falls to the earth looks at his Rolex and smiles it's almost time for lunch. He wants five more martinis and a label and a lox. His Chauffer James him to the club in Lamborghini style. Lynching all the way. We smile. The Automatic Poster for Blogger is here now we can keep posting fables well after we are in the ground and pushing all those daisies up we can put product out when we are no longer putting out product.



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