BugginmI

Mid morning Awakeningz to the sounds of drops on windowz amidst the angst of longitudinal infliktionz Rizing inching cruelly intended pleazurez deep in the spiral bindingz of a twisted spirituality preyz after praises of prayers headz held so high needz no occasion to rize yet and still motionless jirrations yeildz explosive erruptionz of spazmatic proportions. All contraktz signed eyez dotted and Teaze lined. Tap my epicenter and tell me whatz at the core of my reigning? Do you mind me singing while you stroking? Aye Great Rizingz, water is wet when itz raining. Muah!!!