Monday the First

People know me as mister sunday no work-oh, lick...yet the truth is unfit to be declared here...for reasons which i will divulge to the taxes where I live, there, the core of the nut is the nucleus of more than just three, free and trees of hanging there. The room is sufficient. We have all we want. I am down for a cup, I hear the little plot got the notes towards the first male to do...Well hell, hermaphrodite or just yours for birth, the mark on the bed is 607. Universe, universe, make the mandate a restful haven for her and me. On the thursday I will be firteen. A telephone call. People come to church here and find the desacred altar, a few pictures, some are repatchable and the hotel room, the fortress, to the tree, to the mind, the rest, the test, the third item and the fret off the head of mister U money. First of all sundays, I psalm, second I will pay, third I will raise to London city Won. The fourth mad hatter resorts somehow to half finished dishes to satisfy the two vagrants having ostracized themselves, having done it in the head, having to deal with money on a sunday? Hell, yes, river bands, the lobster of the tower make a sun in town to two poor kids having had to be reorientated for cause of reorientation of their dreams...The chess board room is here unveilling the free hermaphrodyte prolific completelly desolate to have find a mate: She is fitted to my height, she is similar in mass, she wets on the easter lectures of Saint Augustin in less than one eyelid. She runs in the streets, she screams in tongues...the rest of the week my weak chyroplasmic net had to fight off the plasmic fists and the parasionic synthsis voice throws of madam red in the ball with the hells angelics of mister Big...Bean. Brown. Tower. Chocolate. House. Warm ......CHESS MATE {..} ROCK SUNS ALL. MOON LITE WHO I HONOR, AWAKE THEM ALL......In my castle !!!!