Vote and Remove Our Ego

I am a woman in a man's world drinking milk to prepare a mustache. The struggle to survive is disobedience. In my garden, behind the weeds, there is a String of Pearls and the skulls we found on ice on Mount Everest, their genealogy goes back to Eden. My job called for me to take two shampoos, two rinses, but since the plague, I walked past the gallows where time is being killed. It is laborious, but I did it with one bath, petition, & Lamentation. It feels as if I'm here too long. I've LIVED to see the unlikely, a peach-faced commander-in-chief who makes me think about the Indians ... painted for war, but ... where is his war? Who he is is unveiled in the foreskin of his eyes. By this, I know I'm here too long; I'm in a kitchen licking heaven from bay leaves. I can tell he is uncircumcised, a Philistine, his palms do tell the circumference of his manhood. Money does not give birth to men. I've heard him; Go crucify yourself to save my ego. When men need milk, you should hire a women to slap COV-19 back to vampire bats in China ... and sealed the caves before the 'second wave' smashes into the puddles of people in Wuhan, Tehran, Gilan, New York, New Jersey, Catalonia, Madrid, Lombardy, ... & other known places The voice from Washington, the banknote is not real. We do not have to panic but we must be righteous. That's the only way they'll see ... the diagnosis of what is right within us. I have a gut feeling that people are harmful to their stomachs. From all the gators, frogs, snails, dogs, and creepy crawlers we have eaten ... we are coming to our conclusion. Women can do many things. We just need space for the surgery; the decapitation of ego. Don't tell us we can't do it; we can remove the tumor ... Lorena Gallo in Manassas. I say this because there's a John in the Whitehouse.