N.C. on My Dumb Ass Mind

The reason why North Carolina is hot in February, Feb. 11 to be exact, 70+ degrees in the middle of winter, splinter, schinter, Global Warming, forming is the Motza Ball.  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point.  Doink.  Joint.  No point.  The MOTZA ball.  Hall.  Haul ass out of N.C.  D.C.  She for me.  Dee pee dee.  Mime.  Rhyme.  N.C. is hot in winter, not because of a splinter, but because military trains, reins, Gaines, are fraining the membrane, "Mop!", flop on the dop, MOTSU is loading shite on the kike.  Dyke on the kyke, heard the hype?  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point is loading munitions from trains and trucks to cargo ships, amuck.  Heat, heat, and not petite.  Heat that surges from the murges, right up the Cape Fear River Valley, to Fayettenam.  Heat.  Heat.  Not Petitie.  Ripe.  Precise.  Not concise.  Hot in Feb.  No debs.  Debutante.  Not!  Rot.  Golden pussy.  Lick it before  you stick it.  Halt!  Grammephone.  Damn, it's the phone.  Global farming, and warming.  No one questions, we just gesture.  No conspiracy.  Just lunacy.  Heat in Feb.  No Debs.  Summer in winter, Mother Nature will splinter.  Soon, to boon, to Mar, Del Mar.  It's too hot for February.  MOTSU ball is causing the fall.  Ships and trips, locos and docos, Datsun, defunct....   It's too hot.  Humidity coming fromt the Atlantic, right up the Cape Fear river basin.  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point.  Joint.  Smoke. Weed.  Need to be held accountable...  The U.S. Military, takes 800 Billion, people are dying.  No denying.  Trump is Gump, but Gump was intelligent.  Gent he's not.  Know.  Dot  Frot.  Frog.  Mo Hog.  Dawg.  Heat is going to kill Earth.  Not so many years left.   Better make you peace with The Creator.  God knows it.  But we have to live in it.  Word.