Kayla perry. what she must have seen with me and what i saw of her. She's god. American beauty. Me chosing her over black lady here (Godly physiqued) I'd be chosing obama over nigeria and one has had me survive here while other one only further pushes my ego. So anyhow, nuff said...regardless of what must be of me or what i have to feel or like. I'd marry kayla perry. As far as beaver...I can rationalize myself into being correct, me correct farther than sympathy for someone. Me correct with my sympathy...Mines towards people been involuntary. I'm comfortable dying here with vegetarian spring rolls but while the vegetable rolling ...ER or whoever those people were. Obama JFK one being the second me as first in rap skin color of second..what can I say south beach staten island. Me as third. With preferring the third out. So that put me out with kayla perry as a president turned into crackhead? Trump Biden. Tired best. What I played it as, as sick playing .. my life. Anyhow, on TB..to better. Better me by means of one night with this perryan philosopher's views on me away from word "crackhead". JFK just fruity kids, obama oral. I ain't big on oral sex due to my less than flattering side so that's why I'll take fancy sounding name of yale over harvard any giving day this week providing me kayla. Me as presiding character in per se scenario for sake of who or what else other than my ego. Well, that's best not defined by me. And may answer question by only her....my ego non-existant to per se character per perry as kayla and now my ego over-blown by me without blowjob or blowjobs or blow the jobs I've never worked. Who knows...maybe all for the sake of me keeping on writing rather than kayla. ONCE AGAIN MY EGO AT HAND AND MY EGO REVOLVES AROUND WRITING. I can only imagine what I wrote in regards to american beauty. Her in apartment west 23 pj's...but that be asking for more than sympathy but rather maybe damaging character of american beauty. Or self-view as. If I don't get her..just hope there is enough nonsense to "babble because i do nothing" to keep typing till day I die. Shouldn't be too long from now but in text..will it really last me that long. I know I know, zuckerberg text zoo terminal or zoo transgender or zoo time. (ok i'll take that one as zoo time rather than animals at zoo knowing actual estimate of time remaining. TR. total retard. Total retard don't need to know time remaining to satisfy the self any further with a life of no satisfaction prior to. You know, as far as gay I see myself only as bottom on top of only one. That be you mr. zuckerberg harvard computer science with your money....bet I'm on top of that. Even away, from once again..Anton Chekhov's The Bet. So marc .. if you have time for undersized laxative to do you like you had a retarded arab do me. Holla atcha boy. What else need be said. You got that bread, I got vegetarian spring rolls I'm diabetic against bread carbs but I'd do you out of sympathy anyway. I know, I know...all this ain't fitting into the asshole of your genius or something. The Bet being on Rat Boy...facing a one page story I wrote cause my creativity came to be as a result of being in love. Nastya, nasty...call the retarded wise guy with a pussy what you will. I know, I know...in her eyes in her heart...boy with the 2 all that need to be said is already said. I'll do without the 3rd. So fuck a third. Ukraine...pain...sure I'd suffer and all else for sake of a night of her. But in reality, I'd be damaging my ego beyond repair knowing I'm sleeping with anti-semite who looks at me as...iam pretty sure she wasnt in love with me. Never the less if there's one thing I'd ask my father for..is for bettering her. I don't give a fuck if she loves me or shits on me there after...I love her. enough said there. Imposing philosophy mixing in exposure of technological miracles playing with my mind. But fact is kayla perry is God, Nastya is love. And black lady here... she's god in love. Or me being god in love. Or her loving god being I. But never the less....with her physical features need I further speak of physique. But don't forget god when isolated is never the less god. God by all, to all , with all....just being us. Or even god to my ego? Geller excellent. God ego. What's to say of further talking with given headache. Headache this bad can only remind of one other lady...who I told to spare me the small talk. Maybe people got a headache from hearing me talk. But me being that small, I'd imagine some sympathy involved. And with you being in the position of sympathizer..baby if aint no sex happening i dont give a fuck if youre tyra banks in a lamborghini where ever as to however. If ain't no sex. Youre good looking enough cause instigate arousal without much touch so danger paints itself there. So despite worn sweater....it's torn better. And your pussy, aint no such thing as tearing. taring. or however I'm tear in. Headache at the moment instigates fear in. Fearing pain. Aside and despite all my suffering..pain is feared. Oddly enough. Where's freud in on this one.