To the public.
For all men.
I'm James Douglas Brooks.
I sent you a message the other day because I am sad.
If I started you insecurities by waiting to plan a life of checking literary tools to literal inventions of masterpieces.
I can't swoon like Odysseus.
But if we met, I would try to show you how LoLade made me drink you, your grammar school Grammy ability gave me courage to write, and, so I can make you eggos or something while I would be in heaven.
I could just say no though.
I already built up a date for showcasing my work sometime around oct 2016.
It would be like a mrchanic and a doctor went literally toe to toe!
Since I still am on thrill shock from you google images.
I am just gonna say reproduction found itself working and clung on to the only XX man that could give me a boost and still inform positivity.
If this is sexually empowered by my dumb wit and acknowledging.
Pass it off as a weird heimer.
Cause writing in seperate rooms would be the best lobster Lt. Dan struggle, but I suppose I am an artist not an author I sandblasted my first!
Anyway you want to get back to me would be nice.
Since you have been altered in my mind (proposed) I just wanna say give me an invitation if I can think of another girl like you.
I...is is awkward. Let me still try to be real...
You are the siren. I'm attracted to you.
But say la vi again and I will make more shots.
Just don't sue.
This coming out to you for the desperate love of struggle and perseverance.
REGARDLESS of how it may make you feel, Im a better baby fanny pack holder than that guy.
I'm done for today. I feel like a cheezy gamer who got caught liking you at a gamer convention.
Just in case.
I cry, because I still wanna be on top there with u just sayin.
Ill see the ring and fade.
Drink the laboratory labyrinth mintaur sweat before a dogfight was commenced.
Just post something to my walla if you want to press charges or simply communicate. I dont want to be a psycho or a pet, and your discipline are my cheerios...
If I evolve with making you gorgeous princess. You would have to make me into a hueman that would hold your eggs in asmuch passion as I could muster. With time...
Hopefully not a suiter at this point
James Douglas Brooks