There's a place called home, somewhere there, check things out, opened eye to explore the new classical world, it might've been somethin' good than that or what, telling amazed and crazed storyline expertized, however, homes are expensive to live, maybe out of the neighborhood state within and indeed to rule the entire emperor, these and those upbeat mansions was caused bigger and taller to be the richest person, that's part of life's home, I have an awkward and idiotic dream, I was wearing red and black silk bathrobe handsomely, with a strange lookalike smoking pipe, I was plastered my good looking self on odd walls everywhere entire room to room, holy cow, with dozen modelized and posed wannabee playmates around the house in ten buck too. when I was to fall asleep world-class bed-chamber, next day forward, I woke up into the fine Bloomington home, it was a fantastic dream after all and mankind
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-28-20
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