On this Sunday morning a day of reflection / rest the devil and his advocates stressed so I was unable to pump brakes...
...like thought and fashion police told me to, pulling up like ICE aka Trump fakes..
..aka gestapo; now he wants to send them to Chicago where they're not welcome; the nightshift wordsmith is back trying to tell them and those, is he exercising mischief mastery?
Out here peeping game / doing the knowledge / four five sixing it, stirring the pot to thicken the plot? Brotha O will neither confirm nor deny like a government official so don't ask me!
Creeping up in the game now the commissioner wants me to pump brakes when they need to per the Epstein files; documents sealed or redacted some will gasp about them!
Drama? enmeshed all up in that mess, many are heard saying keep my name out of them!
Drama? this hot messenger Brotha O is trying to circumvent the negative flow he's not playing the truth game with them!
What's up with a brotha? the apparatus told him to pump brakes on these breakbeat scientific techniques they said he's uncouth with them!
But Brotha O knew trouble wouldn't last always, relief? I felt it coming: so was it a wish in flight?
Hopefully these overworked air traffic controllers won't pump brakes / hopefully they will approve that flight!
While out on Plutonian Martian excursions we could see its not parting meteors from another constellation.
Its not a suffering thing, plus access to web sites weren't buffering it's more like drama cancellation.
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