pleaze correct it as you please or simply write your own whatever!

title:
dress code, the tcp eye pee of status

i am a homo erectus creature.
a big foot is preferable.
a neatherdal is my last option.
this subject does ring any wild bells
in my ears nor my
nazal smell of breeze in the spring.

rich folk are conservative to a certain epoch,
(they do not consume corn honey green bees,
said a folk from the cheyenne,)
modern, but class-sea and class bee in optics.
make your choice if you are reaching high
may be and may be not.
it is not about how fake is
the dress,
it just one does fit in,
and absolutely
i am neutral,
even ,my eyes said not?
creativity is being
authentic.
one clean sock is enough.
otherwise one is being
rolled back in a box of shoes.
imagine that!?
and remember,
fixing points are fixing point-iz
they are nurseries for stable and nurturing equilibrium,
of any chaos that may be,
or it might be!
a witch in a ditch.
here, a "quitch" means plain raw grass.
for some folks, it could be something like
a french "ass" of some sort?
or might be?
it could be!!
she was here.
at 3:45 afternoon.
nothing is impossible, even
the impossibility is part of possible possibles.
the unknown unknowns that separates
who knows and who is fixated in the
the state of all unknowns are unknown.
if grooming does not match the dress
stress code, then
the license of this drunk typos
is still valid from enoch
to greennock, greengrocer, eok, and aok tree.
i shall leave, my ...
my indoors and outdoors plants need water?
it can't wait. bey and bey make one of us or
both great again.