CALIGINOUS

Calling all coveted musician’s with the love of mine, brainiac baroque buds like you are hard to find! All of you genuine geniuses from the music mundo-world… Be with me “today!” in my after boating school time, I said. I myself with “only” “on” “omnipotent” “ojos” only had the following of the of me cult. I was on the V8 putting the dukes of earls as the anxious at sea adult to the wheel of the waltz, speeding towards the land of the Slaveless Autonomous fault, I was Of “The Anxious Pulse” I was driving the good ship bold The Walt

As The result of her terrible doings, The girl on the island with her mind-oh-man brewing, with her mind fuming, must’ve still had mystical music on her mind, (for I knew it was still her thing in which she was still pursuing). All of her sing along fans must’ve been getting also to restituting, the at free will applause, must be amusing! I just knew that she was still “In the hall”.

Losing her mind never again became I, her generous art with a knack patron hand of music played a part of my life with the sales darts, which everyday filled up my coastal heart, I was Campbell Carter “packed so bon” My I’ll never lose it mind was breeze smart.

I was Pretty Speeding In The Almost Gale! I was betting that my lady with the long clothes veil, will come back in black out again, and never again fail (Why did she just have to do the assault?)

Going into the song’s of the “going through war next”, After the last songs caring frets, I was “hearing it”, They were the best,  (the weather was still a hot about to pour mess), the Tough System Satellite was Tidal-Of the Tide strong, They were the loveable cool quartet, with the metal band hair sweats, And on came their caring conquering clarinets.

I was All The Lad, All the Rage, Her Freedom was on the island!

Nestled now, for my wrestle my touchdown, I was earbud glad, the hector the hero bagpipe music dressed in plaid was applauding in my mind and it was rad, I was the jive man, it was time for the persuasive of I sales hands

Onto the sails-sales man gait-gate orotund orator grind plan!

Under Jah, Under The Style’s of Jae, With my boots of the trade, my brain, under the realm of music’s love for you is not fade away, my personhood contained, before included, and concluded, Before I at land commuted, I concluded with “An Andale!”

Superior was I who touched down on the land. O was orotund yo, the getting money bro, The salesman was I, I was Madly Making Money, I was Hear the Bills Son I could’ve only dreamed of getting back, I had trending swag, I was Calling All Genius’s no longer in rags, I was with calluses on my hand hustling, I was bustling, I was back to the mail man days.

Avalon Dakota

2-23-25

12:38pm

CALIGINOUS