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A Written Thought Of A Time Thought.

… this in just 5 minutes of time.

Time of Time Times. – June 11 · 18

I put blooming flowers in my food because God told me to do so, when I was listening to dubstep music while painting and moving furniture, all the while I was traveling to Baltimore, Maryland City, DC and Virginia. As a result I looked up into the sky and knew I was an amateur astronomer. The politics of it said, I was a “Grumbletonian”.

Grumbletonian
Grumbletonian

And because I’m “Fudgel”, I couldn’t really contemplate the Floridian language.

Fudgel
Fudgel

Now that I have written this I’ve concluded I maybe a “Ultracrepidarian”.

Ultracrepidarian
Ultracrepidarian

Or perhaps I’m just “Zwodder”.

Zodder
Zwodder

The Star Wars are my Father, while the enterprise is my ship.

I couldn’t make a post that made any sense because my omelets tasted really fantastic with Feta cheese. I can no longer be serious, because I’m silly and we are just simulations running around as if we know what we are doing. No really, this is just a test.

– Rock n Roll – Peace –

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Don’t read this.

Wait, What, too late, you did already. Sorry. My Bad! –

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Happy Thanksgiving America

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When Painting…

I need some paint so I’m not quaint.

Brother Brush.

Where’s my duster, buster?

Wish I had a putty buddy.

Gotta paint this base with out a face.

Painting the inside of this house, like a mouse.

Painting the door, is a bore.

He’s the roll man, so he rolls on the wall.

He’s the cut man, so he paints the edge’s.

A spray man.

Truck Wagon.

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