Day 80

Time for something different. Oh by the way, did Mom just admit that she has never seen porno? I don't know if that qualifies as too much information for my fragile little mind or if it's just interesting factoid I did not know material. :)

"I"

by

Wes Slater

I inspected inside the insanely incredulous inner thoughts of I.

I inspired instant innovative intrigue intertwined by images or insurmountable insurgents.

Indeed I invoked illegitimate interviews of intrusive intimacy.

I'll inhale inert ineptitude immitating illusionist inventions.

Inane?

I interrupt incorrectly in ioata's of illiterecy.

Intense is internally iodized itself illuminous.

I intimidated and Impressed.

You can simply call me I.

Rabble Rock!