[Mr. J]

I'm ashamed. blazed to the 16Th planet 3 galaxies over
fantasies soldier with a trampeeze to launch me into the solar
wind...binge drinking on soda. Sweet enough for closure
But rather argue it out over sour tastes. sitting in Oprah
an opportunistic use of composure molded into a coaster
a solstice holster freezing any asshole attempting at my quota
Doing speed in a roadster. looking for Sandra Bullock
pull off random testosterone glands with a nail gun red like Rudolph