Inevitable Death Defines Afterlife Trois

Inevitable death defines afterlife - trois So all I ask, would be inviting, offering, and ushering me to top secret cygnet committee to give this average sized chapped sticky man spinning the david bowie playlist as a somber dee jay an eel lick trick kool aid battery acid test dancing in the street even if that requires me to get undressed dancing with the big boys my helping hands of average size worthy to sink initial public offering funds and don me with bullet proof vest building a soulful bond – glue tin free - day in day out tis the emotional state of ma deux grown darling daughters choosing to take flight leaving this dada glum many days assigned chauffeur de jure father where cradle of democracy i.e. phila., penna skyline due west opposing to dwell in the city, I am just dead against it does pursue assigned tasks with aplomb twittering, springing and googling hypnotically like a dead man walking appealing banana rhea public like zest. Yours truly loner moxie he got who enjoys tasty kumquat teasing as fragrant decadent debaser who (years ago) experienced social anxiety with abdominal knot barking, dancing, and foaming at the mouth diamond dogs twiddle ling green thumbs oof a harris tweed interesting when deep sleep stirs question did you ever have a dream butta, non raincoat wearing scott drying out the muddy and watery dirty song lives in or on xyz lane allowing avid bowie fanatics to do anything you say where construction shoddy as dung key kong stepping gingerly around the pile of dodo whereby foundation starting to rot positioning myself just so, that ye don’t bring me down I turnip ma head of lettuce n eyed rotten green tomatoes while yam able to trot don’t let me down & down now this cracked egg noggin thoroughly mixed up warning ye against the temptation, to jump into a chocolate vat hence don’t look down in mind and even out loud, ja utter more'n !@#$ what! Postscript: how didst aye fair keeping thine bow tied heart in suspense asking - don’t sit down asia faux pas king lear hoping for his divine arrival with movie time drive in saturday whom might live far or near breathing sigh of relief at appreciable distance ‘tween dum dum boys even though seasoned heartland I see tackling threading n camel thru needle than writing bajillion line poem evinces davy jones locker sealed with a prayer honoring the solemn funeral whereat everyone says hi doth exist whether heterosexual or supremely "*****" everything’s all right such immense gulf entombs plenty of fish flailing with death as all dog bombs the moon and carcasses of those in rear envying that titanic ghost of david bowie to fall in love with me guard, yukon beak comb good friends n share until time lapse on terrestrial sphere finds metamorphosize unbeknownst to bobbing buoys and gabbling gulls tear ring thru the vast tarn shroud amidst wreckage where manifest destiny swallows up the man who fell to earth amidst tha sea of humanity tulle thee last civilization year will forever disappear. this psalm burr endeavor from: modest nonpareil wordsmith