wado

what is the cause of this anger and repression, and why am I inverting my rs and ps. They are the twin suns of rap and pour, poor, run-up, overall and going down the by hi way to he say no fay day lay gay wave. It's not a hunger mungry dance but it's a loose and change drop-your pants. It the here to there and the back-end turn over with berries and sweet cheese, like a crepe eaten off your ass. It's me always behind and you always over to the left, dangled like a choke-cherry dairy waste pit before the umbrous newly minted camel-back in charge of the reach-around race.