T-bone my rib-eye for a sweat-laden pie in a pile of pillows, that I know "where it goes" for a large percent of 21+ ladies long later ago Princess Elise is on page 19 get hooked! no strippers, with no any-gross

Rex to the lewd and about that to tickle the trans-scendents of the Rail-Road Rainy Railway for steam and the smell of charred charcoal from the coal along the counters coast, with a Roast to The Most maybe mumbling and blinking as the STAR-LITE FULL-SOBRIETY for several years now, you down? I wear a crown of roses, but not a shroud, proud, past, fast, pride, whitey tube-socks and molicking in Frocks these EFFies imitating JEFF that’s me, also “Jeff M” legally, standing tall until November 2 starting The Fall sitting pretty petutie cutie, abunny of a Mansion for Mannie, my remembrance of her, the most lovely of all I’ve loved but not scored with or kissed or anything but, looking perusing my enthusiasm to be topped in Topps sport-cards I need to sell, I’m old. I smell. Like Polo “blue” when I intrude the Royal party-queen with Rhonda drinking to partly part ways with ECM. And I remember she got in trouble, that double the bubbles of big and beautiful boobies, to be trapped, living at home, where in Charlton, MA 3.5 hours away from my parents who are my “Health Proxy” and I love my Dad and Mom, my Proud Parents of any circumstance to support me, whether or not I traded sexual favors, my favorite- so simple, with Peter the Jehovah’s Witness- he met Laurie and she mentioned me! yeah she’s so loving, so ever so loving, making out in a limo, after I told her I wanted to be with the married-her that night dressed up and then, when, she said that her husband was cool with it, as I lovingly followed Laurie bearing a glass of whine when she was off, but albeit being turned on by my manliness and height, still tall, although shrunken 4” at the Fallon Health-Care building with Doctors I’d visit for, well nothing back then, when, when I didn’t have a bed-sore and my Anti-Seizure were future being stored, the relief, I implored, more, of my known to be nowing the sweet ’n’ sour of pouring rain, no distain, 3.5 hours distance from my real home, that I want to buy a house on the same street as my parents, and I, the ME, being able to afford a Mansion with Mannie or a skyscraper, save for Jumping an edge, with my Justine, the Queen, my Queen, and of 2009 to 2013