The Money For Whom I Ask

How may I sell to you today?

How may I best sell to you today?

In what way can I get you to drive your sexy little self out of here in that car?

Walk this way.

That sexy little car sure is going to look good on your shirt.

And, on your cap.

For just $ per image, I can spit that car onto anything.

Nothing is anything except what you think it is.

Look, you’re reading this and thinking along with me, so here’s what we think right now.  Cute?  Damn sexy.  Whatever.  Period.  WTF get on with it already BOINKABABAYBAY shazamwazzlezizzl’n’shit

I’m afraid to rap.

But I know that if I start moving my mouth that the words would just pour onto the page.

I don’t want ANY OF YOUR FUCKING MONEY.

I will work for my money.  🙂   I only take up like 200 square feet.  I don’t own a car.  I don’t have a publicist.   I don’t return phone calls.  I’m not available for questions or lunch.  I will make myself available for questioning at any sandwich shop by the employees of the shop at that time as such I am there smelling their fine butts.  Besides that, I don’t want anything.  I don’t owe you anything.  You don’t owe me anything. I am not asking you mention me.  In fact, please don’t mention me.  I only want the money I actively seek — I’ll actively seek the means to get what I need at whenever.

So, this isn’t a get rich quick ploy and, truly, I’ll never be rich according to the IRS because I hide my shit in the basement, yo.