during the times of kings and crooked priests when land was worked with skinned hands and God was kept from most fat wives were prized possessions throughout the times borders planes punk tunes politics wars of worlds and lipstick trends tea cup dogs and reality shows churches of every persuasion color and flavor fat wives are now abandoned dethroned and berated yet among the kings and dukes earls and car owners big boned brides and fruits from loins each pound of flesh was a gold brick in their safe now strewn across my street and the streets of the city fat humans lethally lethargic forced to eat poisoned industrial concoctions trash and starches because the bottom of the begging cup has nothing more than the guilt coin of the popular collective unconsciousness
we live in interesting times
times without commas
without fat wives
thank you mb
for good times
and the lean woman blues
xo
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indeed master,,,,,,,i am a strict wordaterian,,,,,,,,,,,,grammar is loaded,,,,,,,,,,,,,, with saturated fat,,,,,,,,,,,, lol thanks for reading xoxo
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🙂
i once mistook a comma for a colon
i only made that mistake once (or twice)
but grady you put the punk in punctuation
xoxo
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lol!
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I don’t know how you do this so consistently well. ♥
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very gracious of you friend thank you ❤
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