I plead to Alignnent.....
I plead alignment to the flakes of the untitled snakes of a merry cow and to the republicans for which they scam: one nacho, underpants with licorice and jugs of wine for owls.
How Daniel Newell and his wife Misses Newell would actually diaper me and then dispose of me from their home daycare.
Note: The Mind Can't Distinguish Between Imagination and Reality. **The Author always puts himself in the story as a character and into the illustrations for COPYRIGHT reasons. It was late in May when I went to go stay with Daniel Newell and his wife, Misses Newell for the summer. We had spoken over emails and over social media for years. They knew exactly what was medically happening to me. They had invited me to stay with them for a couple of months, at least until my disposal.... Misses Newell, had a lot of rules for me to follow......both Daniel and her had decided these rules in advance. As I arrived around 11:30 am, I came to their front door wearing a black thobe, with thick Crinklz diapers on, with my black high-top shoes on. I rang their doorbell and a few minutes later, Misses Newell opened the door. Misses Newell : Hi there, welcome to....Our home daycare, glad you could make it. ABA : I am...so glad to make it....
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