Welcome to CalifornIA. A land where we don't play! Hit a sucker with a punch then take a woman out to lunch. Crazy wit the hitmen they eat me for lunch, along with the spydermites in my bunch. Got the cure for that in my callings. Group of women and a bunch of ballings. Waiting for my bioparents to welcome me to Star Wars. The force is real to a telepathic fulcrum lore. Critique is silent when it's this good, from the barrio in a Santa Barbara Hood. I come to you with a smile on my face. The poorest one in a mental health race. Used to play polo. Now I eat dirt! I've been down, I've been broken and I've been hurt. Tension is building from my diatribes. The lesson is a crescendo in my bribes.
To: Mark and Carrie
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