Write away super hay

hey monkey with the orange shirt, slow down, slow down, you're not ahead or behind
unceasingly ruddy with altruism. Convulsed winnowed temperamental psyche. Through what life could a tranny lead her life. Going to the park again, selling your used goods again. Sitting down, starry eyes, whistling loudly inside your heart, cheap thrill, sexless. And so the overweight man passed by you with his motorcycle, ignoring your existence though you simply couldn't care less. And then your friend moved in near the park, so as to have more males to goggle at.