Aunt Eggma Blowtorch is so weird [:

What else can we do?

]

and Beauty of Course.

I want to type a sentence for each English letter.

Aplles are good for certain gravies, maybe believe me in upstate New Yourk.

Believe me when I tell you the truth, please.

Certainty comes after death, riding lil lawn hourses around the dawn.

[ holy shit , You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo is on. It's so nice. ]

Demon Slayer is an anime that I never watched but maybe I will, if I ever want to.

Early birds are special, I could be God, suns rise, They are Denny's Parking Lot by Interstate Highway 35 Austin

Forest lawn is a cemetery or I prefer a graveyard, sleep on the grass all night, put up a swing set bury our grand parents and grand children. Put your feet up, now 

[ aha [: I Found the F is on ]

Geez this alfabet thing is taking long. Because I am doing more than a sentence each.

Here I now hear Let's Move to the Country.

In media res is a phrase whose meaning I forget. Res is thing I think or something.

Joke salad makes my orgasm 20 hours, One for all my life, I did my maths and rest my body on a cold blanket in England Her skin jaas never been whiter....

Kill Judy Dench to make me Dame.

Look at really poor folk.

Manhandle livestock, making love at wood stock.

New York is bloody like a slaughterhouse, gold and frozen, all Time and Eternity.

Open season frost bite, all our toes and fingers are Gone i guess, pee and poop, bags or outside !

Purple leaves fight to leave trees.

Read a book whose title you don't understand.

Stab a brother.

Test the strip mall.

Under a bridge or overpass, selling needles or speed or CDs or portable CD players, almost everything can be portable, batteries and spongy headphones... I remember Decades and I like my life.

Vaunt to freedom to desire . . . . [:

Walk on water, my lovely bug friend.

X-cite bein's and beans, float flatulence.

York is a city I walked on.

Zima is a drink I would drink again

[-: The End