Moonkey's Lafe

Sum dates you have gotten to git out of town and feel tha sand on YOURN toes. Tha salted air ken klear yourn snout and yourn thots. After that you have gotten to go to a taco shack neer tha beech and have frash coconut water and flesh. MINE lard that was gud. It had broughten me right back to MEKSICKO. Then you have gotten to pant forn 18 hours strait. Then you have gotten to listen to mam talk aboot the mystery rash on hern nees, the bump on hern foot fram almost dropped tha steak in the ground to make tubbon (it is I) a shade tent. Then you have gotten to drive forn another 45 minutes to git gas. Then you have gotten to wok to tha bus, take tha bus at rushed hour forn 4o minutes so you ken git to tha subweigh. Then you ken wok the 3 blocks to yourn home and collapse. That is how you do BEECH date!!!!!!!!!

This is MINE brather fram another mather. You all know him as a rascal whom is callt "Kamper". He is famus forn his shenanigans, his antics, his feerce independance and his nutrishus poops which kuld keep you kwite regular. Unlake mine biological brather, whom is jaffrey, Campert had gotten a fully formed brane and always understood that lafe is aboot gud foods as well as chewing things.Yesterdate, Kampah suddenly went to haven. Everybady feels sad and empty. Mam has sed his tiny spirit is hovering over his home to git an eye out forn treets in tha fridge such as blueberries, dried apple and banana chips. He has gotten his angel wings and will be hedding over to see his mam and grindparents in MelBUN. That is a grate place forn buns wairever he ken git: Exotic froots, grass, backyard, warm haus and his mam.

amo, i have gotten big feelings aboot mam and pappa and liverwurst and stake. I have gotten dreems aboot running vairy fast and nobady kennot NOT ketch him (me). ninjoke, I have gotten hopes that nobady will call me names such as "he's an asshole" wanever I try to play at "chase tha cat" vairy fast. Then I will dreem of running fast and hope that I ken ketch tha kat then laff becawse wance you have won, you ken let that kat go. Tha END. PS I kennot NOT brag now becawse I have gotten herbstmüdigkeit plus sore rist and pa. (see how I hold it lake sore?)

Wot a pity you have gotten to hate those amongst us whom are. Pity you kennot not brag about nothing.

Haven't you not never been made into a silver charmed? Tis wan pity wan you aren't on jewery. I am on several peeces, needless to say.

Wot had I have done with MINE lafe? Had I been too meen to poor Jaffrey? Hadn't I not shouldn't not have childrens? Wot is tha meening? Wairever is MINE pink lammy who had been MINE first stuffed in nu york? Will tha Yanqui take it all? Why had mam sed "Don't not call him 'good boy'?" Wairever is Los Wegas gone to? Wairever has Zoey moved to? Kennot I not git some stake? Have I gotten wan pot belly? I hope so. Mine lard. IS this all thair is?

dear thair is wan dear whom romes in riverside perk gentile lake a summer breeze calm as a pashunt preest thair is a dear eeting wavy grasses whom man has planted then treeted with roundup thair is THA dear enjoying wot is left of wan grate wurld formerly cleen & fresh thair he is tha dear lake a lamb however it is buttoon it is I living off tha land... SURPRISE!