Now what should I do?

 Now what should I do?

To say to the beloved Wifey,

I do ???

Through and through my enlarged heart, is to say I LOVE YOU !!!!!

Sweetie miss, I blessed though with a big fat kiss,

like 108 on FM with Arbs,

Beware the fence with barbs!

Or on a barbecue (because...)

This is what I do, it’s all for used!

Babygirl you are my world,

Alas the way we unite,

It’s more than a blur,

So as to not sound absurd,

I’ve written a blurb,

Fart and Belch @ 40+

I consider you an old wench!

Knocking you upside the noggin with a wrench,

250 lbs. I could bench!

To drink and not to think in any straight lineage that I am totally straight for girls of age 18+ adults usually not as old as me, but I would only date girls who are 21+ hopefully not drinking, maybe like me with a moderate/severe Traumatic Brain Injury!

But oh well in school I was cool as... a cucumber this summer with Ember flailing her arms, “JEFFREY WHAT’S YOUR PULSE?”

Plus I compliment her height and serene ambiance PLUS putting me in a trance, wearing two of Lance’s yellow bracelets, I feel a surge in my pants but keeping it subtle, Justine Aragona, she let me in her buttle...

New July housewives milking milk as I say, “Who” and a chocolate cow says, “Moo”

Along the twisted road on Twisty’s dot-com the midwife gets her please pleasure, please me darling!

Betwixt the combination to my safe at home, I’m eating and busy right now so leave a message for me in text

DM me on Insta for some instant magic bridling sources with the Beautiful Bride bouncing so lifely firefly

Dad and Mom I apologize so profusely for having crashed my WRX which showed you emotional trauma!

My parents and my enemies are mad that I am such a good person I refrained from jerking off for a full year, starting on Christmas at midnight, and I never had a "wet dream" or dreamt about sex, and maybe because I went so long without jerking off, I later began a relationship, in a deep love, with Justine Aragona who was easily my BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER! and what's great about us now is that we both have TBI's and broken bones THAT WERE NOT OUR FAULT!

People are mad at me that I called the police about a bad BitTorrent website in 2006 and it got many people in trouble because it was all a "SET-UP" like me living 3 hours away from home is a "SET-UP" where they get into my apartment a lot and bring me my pills late, like I was brought my pills over an hour late this morning, and so many people are mad because I'm not in Hell, but they are!

Everyone was in on my enemies' "Plan" when they all got me to get me to drink in 2004, after 2.5 months of Sobriety, and they caused my many injuries when they almost killed me! So they're mad I haven't tried to kill myself even when they screw with me!

And they're mad I don't use THC or drink any alcohol, they lied to me here saying that a bar nearby went out of business I don't care about because I only have 1 beer on Christmas and over a year ago I had 1 beer at a restaurant in town where I think they're setting me up because I put my enemies in Hell!

This cloud makes me happy, and that cloud makes me limber, I knew it- I knew it-  This is all because of Tinder!

And a tree falls in the forest, so take the Stearic Acid and drip it where my heart lives, in my chest done push-up’s to give me massive amounts of manly PUMPS doing where I’ve been... at the gym

Dancing in Space with Allah

Becoming true the Alivity of my tranquility without the medication “Abilify” that I haven’t had since the five times I’ve been sent to mental-hospitals having fun with girls of age 18+ that I don’t watch Teen anything on the only porno websites I go to are PornHub and YouPorn, not having had sex with a girl because of the intimacy I found with a “Domina” named Alx Neas in the mental-hospital on her last night there, that night when THE ONLY GIRL I LOVE IS MY JUSTINE ARAGONA my soulmate who delivered me to God Himself The Father in 2013 when the sex lasted all night long, hearing the song “Xerces” on youtuberepeat.com when like the Title, I danced in Space with Allah being delivered to God at the edge of space, I LOVE GOD HIMSELF THE FATHER!

Be found, on the ground, while hearing no sounds from the tracking trolley in the alley- way I say hey you’z guyz, bereft of music, pussy 2 lips, so stick it with the rampant red smooch smooch smooch, that I am not a “mooch” with a low bank account balance and wearing 2 yellow LIVESTRONG Bracelets, like I once had dental braces for almost a year, corn on the cob munching with no fear, my dear, I am here, at “Averte” in Bradford, Vermont where I’m not at all queer in my intentions of making sweet, sweet love to the ladies who throw their crumpled wet panties on the Led Zeppelin stage, of age, 21+ with 40 Virgins but that’s not a sin, girls my age, I’m “in” albeit while not having had sex in a too long time, I want these mystical beauties to be all mine, and we will be together so fine, and she can have her way riding on top of my strong soldier body so fit, low-estrogen for me is it!

Flirtatious Audacious in this room so Spacious a final frontier and clear as my rear, dear reader, but this is not the end, of my Mom, or Mother Hen, both on Planet Earth, and Parents’ Jeff...

With a Mont Blanc ink pen, to be dipped in the black liquid of a negro eating a Hero Hogie sandwich, for which is traded — BTC Bitcoin the stock — those who doubt my predictions talk a walk, talk one in Waking Hours the rooster calls the crows, “Stay away you darkie Foes! Pecking at the seed under your toes!”

Done at nothing at night on December 24th with egg-nog swill the syrup in your cup, alright kids, the jig is up, no more believing in Santa Claus and hold your applause, I show my claws like Wolverine in the comic books for sale, on display, to be SEEN!

Put-Put-Put goes the gasoline-inspired vehicle along the motorway in Bristol without a pistol, and not being pissed off with a new Tesla using batteries, but I desist from any violins or voicemails

Astounding stand rights as you’re either standing there, tall, or sitting back, relaxing, while dilly-dally willie-nillie we prance to the beat so sweet, uptown girl, doing the downtown men, in a big bed, to lay all day and all night long — we did that too — do you know? — it was brand-spanking new to me the Prophecy, all the way to God Himself at where but the edge, I reached beyond Him to territory unknown and feeling a breast or two I’d squeeze and I’d beg HER to “squeeze” oh please, miss Queenie-Weenie laying still (that I once ran stillchillen.com) and taking the pill each day, her B.C. as I proceed in the A.D. a la Ano Domini and not only that but Aunt Donna A.D. 2021

Dancing for you and dancing for two, us two, Allah and I in God’s infinite universe at the WSU with Ashley H. The in-class thriller and the DUI killer of 2 or 3 innocent souls, driving home, returning from dinner out or whatever, as their lives came to an abrupt ending, courtesy of Ashley and her “Brown Eyes” poem, that Dr. Gibbs embarrassed poor Ash in front of us all, we the classmates, looking for mates, to mate, with mating, and dating and slurpee goodness lo and behold her head down, gagging, swishing spit and swimming in Space with Allah and Ecco: The Dolphin, my favorite Book of SEGA Genesis game of much fame and with a YouTube presence, I take the play through as a present, like I here and present at Lower Plain where they keep me same, smiling, similar, simple, but without dimples, and clean all over, I want a girl here to go lower, bow down to me, bow down to The King, and bow with your belt unbuckled, suckle suckle, suck me off, with my cufflinks on the counter dresser get undressed as I’ll put you in this mess — employees and staff are not supposed to seduce the residents, at the residence of a hospital/home with “caretakers” giving fistfuls of pills-pills-pills but not making me ill or sick, I order Cialis for my big dick, so prick-a-prick-prick for a price, and eat your Ben’s rice, made all nice, although I’m fairly low-carb getting thin as a pin, while incomparable to Ember’s skeletal-body so tall so straight, being both straight, sexual skylarkings are in our fate, so as not to masterbate!

Whilst thou take a bow so as I swear I didn’t blow up the Solar System (Allah did...)

One thick tube in my rectum (Andy shoved so hard and John Deedy penetrated, those perps!)

Free of herpes with a clean body a soiled solid diaper at Fairlawn in the Hoya lift, lifting me into my wheelchair I breathe in the, the toxic fumes of Britney Spears’ audacity, oh the city? I do much better in the suburbs writing brief blurbs to I HIT A POST!

A telephone pole and don’t you know, I’m not doin’ anything wrong or watching Teens ever!