U tweet

At this moment I feel quiet toot even if I be late tot, rocklike in yellow boyhood, coddled when I talked cow at spotty rehearsals.  Jesus mark a numb dove, "U tweet Italy why out?"  Eel percolates anyhow, gets tan.  Jesus guzzles water, Bombay morning lit by worship I buy on the bog, madam imbuing agape a light with Advent of the antidote to heathendom.  Unweave hems, a forgone victory, into an honest wee starfish.  Did Jesus not murmur a heaven sought nut, not woe?