Swishy Flows and Mangled Memories of my Mummy, talked to her on the phone just now! "Deborah Marquis"

A sea squall, to reach hard, played in the yard, with no salt, and maybe more to will be halved in the havens of all the Caring Karens—said so of a duplicate name, “Linda” meaningful of Espanol, that’s fine-so described in translation, being “Beautiful”—a big Booty too, all for used, come into the shallow waters at about my two “Feet” sunk deep in the freshwater aqueous slime and benevolent sludge—resembling some pudding, mine Chocolate of focus within a Sonnet—when I’m so sorry- I’m sobbing about what could have been “MADE TO BE!” altruistic a Trump, so stylish, so smart, type of international tariff and A TREATY—so treat me nice, I’ve got a lot of money to sacrifice the billions USD, think nothing of it — I LOVE WHITE AMERICAN DOCTORS AND MY HEALTH-CARE!

Please don’t snitch on this highlighting hotty 21+ Step-Sis!

Little Miss full-platter delicious dish, so to deserve my wish, limbs tingling and lips contorting so some bi-lingual, but we’re both single and meaning mostly to mingle, kinder and kindly, muchas gracias, saying sum bullshit the Venezuelans will understand—I’m so much of a man!

😃

Give me a Holy reason, within this Christmas season!

I promise, I assure you, that it’s not too late to get a hot plate, maybe of some salty-sweet ham, layed the piggy Fat of the Land, some sand particles like the tiny crystals of salt—Krystle? that was not my fault!!!—from treason’s in reach, like the ground, to walk on, to chalk on, at the beach so sand-filled, I like my Ham-burgers breached and baked—take the $CAKE at once galloped nigh the gallows in the middle of the night—a nig-nog seasoning and putting up a fight, it’s all fixed, candle(-sticks) dripping earwax along the train tracks and a Tranche Bazooka Tube tuned and turning red, it’s blood instead of phlegm, that instead I had a ham and cheese sang-wich, some times been earlier to make it more dreary like a worthless fag, high up hitching the Tag-Hexer kidding keeping in mind my WRX beaten to death being so quick, it was a 5MT that’s five-speeds “Manny Trans” on a mission to bust that eruption the nocturnal emissions of some such unlucky bastards, those poor fucks, wearing black (face) JACK-ETS, like to sucking lucky suckle one’s speakers—only on the tweeters, tinkers, happy clams and their claims to have been of “Their Plot” and “THEIR PLAN” (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) taken sitting down, massively showcasing a pucker up kind of frown-ing—time of the town, taken a light down, with an empty charcoal grill—got that elongated lighter with that stick—bunny balls with cough-supprescent “Halls” like menthol candy in your mouth, kissing a trout, whilst laying lazy in a rut, in a route—ha that’s what this is all about Route 56 was so close-bye!

That’s all I have to say about that, MY CRASH WAS NOT MY FAULT!

ALWAYSCHILLEN TO THE CEILING!

Whipped with tails

Seeking sweet ale

Whistles afloat, alas

Yonder, shown a mask

Whack the rocks, socks

Pithy Temptress, tempered

Steal a meal meandering so

the wispy whiskers come near

Very Very Jolly in your Belly, saved the shaving gel—spared a Spearmint Smell

What cacophony emanates of a missing flip-flop, sort of a sandal—sand did the beach, with salted wrapped water, seen sea to shining seas, sourcing some fish, sourcing some sea-food to be chewed with again some Soy Sauce—white rice? Get lost! ^__^ kekeke

Ravaged out about the “outsiders”, something something rudder rudder with a wink—Tough Mudder: https://toughmudder.com—seeing sights abroad and a-board with whether the seasons are sprouting Two Lips to kiss with a Cherry on-top while reclined in a hammock by the vine, gravitationally asunder, where one another we suckle the vanilla sundae- so sweet, what a treat, what a tasty treat, what done be a Tasty Treat to Eat (!!!)— Ta-Da did now done been swallowed in the Southern Sun (on a day to display) a showcase car-shopping for Options and Accessories—add a moonroof to the quick car, opened up far and gobbling the breeze—heated steering wheel and red knees, on her knees with a Kleenex tissue-paper, so suddenly, she spurts out a SNEEZE, like *ahhh-choo* so easy and beautiful $CAKE to bake with one of whose the other?

Brother Justin?

Dearest in The Heavens, is anyone of avail ???

Lorem Ipsum

“Pains at the Night”—oncoming Tears for Fears (A Synopsis) — A STEP-SIS!

Stumbling while stoic, having hidden away, the Hideaway to splay the wares white-washed and bleach-blonde aloof to a small carrot’s Keratin content in wispy (hush and whisper-) had “did” kind of hair, it’s sitting sifting along shoulders height, willing of maybe I might—seek a splendid splunder ’n’ slumber akin to the needle-nose drifting having done in my WRX (turbo teetering PSI camouflage!) that “Drift” so smooth like silk and Jergen’s (or Jemima’s) maybe the moisture, maybe call me “Jeffrey” or “Master” singled out steady, shards of $Bitcoins, challenged Sirloins—eating good for dinner wooden banister splintered a finger—been back from a restaurant ENTITLED must stay for the foray of expensive meals oh those pricey foods, not for the sugar-lipped and withered hipped hoppers when as so as to, “GET IN DE CHOPPA!” a miracle man named Stan—with MY AUTOPEN!

[ image signed, Yours Truly—no joke, my signature- something of a natural sense, Tasty’s ]

Settling unruly and raucous—while arbitrarily speaking of Arbs108 on my plate—prepared this, me the wildly vivid and vivacious, VIBRANT—succumbing to the Canine Majesty—remember Ripley? to take for walks, and have private talks, tick tack toe, I’ve got you been in $DOGE “Shiba Inu”—Elon too, and his neighbors—I talked to Elon’s parking garage and his close neighbors in one of the many of the lots of big cities, sitting in The Homeland, drifting off to space, finding a place-  it’s Venus, rhyming of course with “Thermos” meandered greatly, something and something pizza pie—an a-typical sovereign slice, fork and knife, chewing nice—or should I say “nicely” some such clutch-bag via Louise Voiton purchased with a coupon, made of cotton (blacks are the #1 chosen PICKERS!), imposter’s purse, gnawing the most moist piece of the lucky-do—that’s a luke-warm pepperoni is to be hobbled in gulps, of those greasy suds, and the Sands in Sudan—atta-boy and atta-man, what’s become of “Their Plan”

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/

Drudgery drinking tomfoolery in 2004!

The positive people looking and leering and jeering, jumping nads be “ersatz humping” rowing a boat, to be running amuck joyously and gleefully, while windy weather leaves, the leafs ‘a’ shaking in the monolithic monstrosity—so TALL!—maple tree, to be seen, sightings as set in the position of a front yard admonition of a white-washed, bright white picket fence https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsp7IOr7Q9A

Comet coming and cometh from the other underground, the Sphinx is found, never leaving a lot, pride in a plot like “Their Plan” Gucci sands of Desert East, to Eat a Dessert for a treat—albeit breakfast-time of starting off one’s morning—“Danger Will Rogerson!” waring a Space Cadet “Lost In Space” and grounded—bubbly muffin stuff (Hannafords Groceries) here at “Averte” when to have mentioned, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION! with what I write every day and night times two the multiplication of writing individual letters like a and b and c altruistically, really, I Care for you the readers using your own discretion deserving “A” grades

My A in Psychology with Dr. Brandi Scruggs, the Ph. D. going on a date with me!!!!!

Gristled hiccups to the torch, I smoke tiny amounts of tobacco on my porch, mostly at night though and through, my Retort, stayed at “The Sea-Crest Resort” along the ocean Atlantic sights of sharks in the salted waters rolling in the waves—employees resemble slaves, housekeeping or bartending—that’s folding pillows and focusing on people sitting, maybe served too much! And it’s before lunch!

I remember drinking some mornings and calling into work, me hearing from my boss, “what kind of excuse is that???” and I would say I was sick, to top it off, then getting off with a played fiddle repetitive T&A “schtick” (without saying too much!) when I would drink until it was lunch at a late time, doofus drudgery drinking tomfoolery in 2004