He is the man next to you, your teacher, the guy who pumps your gas. He controls the destiny of all human life. He is the master of all living things and plastic. He is who he is and has always been. No he's not God, he's Asian McFloy. He is an unexplained mystery. Don't try to understand him. He is beyond the scope of human understanding. He's like the matrix, but living. He is Asian McFloy
1+1=X Two or more Publicist Music Minded Masterminds. A Legendary Shakespearean. A different story living more than once. A rainbow Colored Guy with white like he’s not trying to relay the wrong way of making a difference between four and six. If all squared.. then it’s a “Eighth Wonder!” of Success. I am not who you think I am. I am everything you thought I was. -McLoyd
Ineffectively stale.. let’s discuss this.
If my threadbare skin looks hackneyed or fragile.. would this be considered a McLoyd. Well.. I suppose! If other pieces were written by McLoyd Sir Winston McNeil and read on the next page and so on and so on -X