Virtually, I’m close to obtaining a destructive mindset but there are some dumbbells in the way so I guess I gotta flex.

Riddle me this: I stay grounded yet I’m always raring for liftoff; three, two, one contact, tunneling into my cavern requires astigmatism contacts. Opposites surely do attract compelling me to repel recruits ripping up rad contracts.

Who would bother? I’d just leave and they’d be unbothered.

A constant process full of seven years gone from people breaking promises. Often I would find myself unquestionably content until I learned how to channel my emotions producing aggressive content.

On the dotted line; yes I consent, should someone serve me pain of any level or kind then I am permitted to cure my poison by using their bad voodoo against them making my writing accentually more acidic.

Need I explain mathematically?

As a zero, pinpoint me in times square. Every exponent is unevenly equivical. So I won’t be squared unless I become a one or a couple, I’ll never be paired without a love life to share. Having relations once the ball drops, this year I finally grew a pair.

The next step is erasing whatever else that might pose an issue including ideas from ironic illogical females saying I got problems no, its you!

Turn away, return to whomever requested the errand, you’ll get distracted, leisurely replies means you’re less active, by then I’ll probably be flushed out of your system with an excuse for a laxative.

I don’t want junkies, tell me, what exactly is a real friend?

My best guess is someone who loves calling, reaping replies anxiously hitting send flipping grim frowns into smirky grins showing how a perfect priceless smile costs more than a pretty penny to spend.