Typing

It is so much harder on my phone but that is the best time for me to post here and I am going to be doing one of those really long without pause types of posts so feel free to skip this one unless you want to gain some real insight into the me you have yet to meet

Fleet foxes makes me think of the curl at the of...wait how is it that anyone reading this has a me yet to meet? Or the other way around. I have to birthday wish my loved one and I am so hugless right now that this banjo makes me cry with fellow sons. And there is the bomb...o Draga! Only this slight tip of my head and I'm retching with oceans held at bay. All these helpful holds but not one of them lets go so the burst is eminent.
That case having unexpectedly arrived it is the tool under the seem in that hidden pocket that could save the day. If only he would give access. What have I done to push out with such strength. I want to own it all, I'm so greedy.

Fingers split for the earphone jack as I tip tap on the protective covering that helps me save my screen. I have made a ploy to stop asking questions and bull forward with these small internal moments. This week we see that my talent for unwrapping has put time and distance in the way. Though it has nothing to do with this week, or my talent, or the time, or the distance. The way is blocked. As much as there is a way, it is blocked.
Dirt balls in my pocket? Contradictions are the

And training takes over and I must go with it and I'm so sorry to leave you all behind, but the time has come and all this is English second now. I think I will use in google translate disposable. Funny very.