Stephen's Hot Confession: Pretending is the Thing That Gets Us Down

I had a walkaround yesterday. Trouble: the doubts surrounding permeability, and nails are smacked into the old sea wood. The wood was, well, spongy. And fear made it the aisle length nightmare that Doctor Eight encouraged me to share around the horn.

We've all been reading some aught publishing and reporting to the web death-heads provide. Raise the gauze, 'cause the wounds are wimpy and wide. Jealousy. And what of it? That's the sack that, when handed to you, is passed left and hard, "That sack doesn't belong to me and I cede."

The future's dicey. And what of it.

I am Stephen and Doctor Eight asked me to write this:

1) Don't fucking litter!

2) If you have the time and resources, learn to speak Spanish! It's a form of respect!

3) To the people that cry dick position–read them words!

This has been my way to express myself.

Love Always Different Parts,
Stephen