Rough-hewn scruffy neck flaps.
My cousin Renaldo.
He is plump.
My cousin Renaldo.
He is a fat cake.
My soucni parlonso martfripuge.
I learned how to live in a shack from shack-living professionals.
My lungs have collapsed and I feel faint. My heart is failing and my legs have gotten all beat up over the years, mom, mom, can you help me become more comfortable with my larynx in the right position call 911 trake me out to the ball game. Trake me out. Mom.
Milt created peace. Tin cans cringed and castles crumbled into heaps of aging dust.
A heap is a heap, up and in and out.
You bargain and you bake, but you fail to slip out from underneath that giant rubber bridge.
Tricks of the trade, topsy turbo trowels.
