Ariel went to the gym a lot and so did I and we were together for a short time...

To Tell the Tale of a large and big, Tall Ale drink of pre-Sobriety, and I beckon the thee in us 3 sailors, with manners of course, with a crackly voice, an ache in the throat, and a course tone of his lungs, and hanging dangling dampers on a vehicle’s heels to happen, happily hammered of the Throttle at Full engine’s oil’s seed, so pay heed, I have not much “greed” giving out my riches, to all my bitches, Bit Coins of a britches bright shimmer to see-saw to be so happy, and the short of I want what’re what-more in store, like I once worked, selling the sails to tell the tale of a Saint at what ain’t fishy about the powerful positions of satellites in space, my place, check my face, to the watch surface of a surgeon’s wrist—make a Fist—First—but don’t BURST—the flavor of white rice, it’s ambient, very nice, to the peak of the Pyramid of Canadian Mist, being cheap and crisp, for this sipping of barnyards being barren, a womb, resulting in a Tomb of King Tutankhamen, many men, at a greyscale building, building bigger, bigger so ephemeral like the time of passed, in the past, pumping gas- o line at Shell where the stinky smell of kerosene to donate an internal body part Spleen, so splendid the organ is donated, and do your best to open a Treasured Chink’s Chest *TTC* and Citibank monfrere the steak is medium rare, being bloody, black in a hoodie, with Fruit of the Loom alongside Vince Lombardi at the celebration, birthday, bitches, I’m not Nick- as that would be a trick, coming from me, sitting solitary with my underwear- to be... and washed, swaying fabric on my crotch, pumped and punched OUT as to the what-about of the fancy pants, just some DOCKERS, worn on-screen and on-scene have you seen the movie “Clockers” with a dead schematic the chalk paste chased, outlining a dead body on the bayside (wayside) DOCKS... with all of the Quaker’s Oats but the many expensive “Boats” on the Boardwalk, the outline of chalk, I take the talk, to talk the walkie-talkie, and waiting, with the baited, breath, on a fishing lure’s attached intransitive Hook, when my Aunt Donna reads a book, going through them so-quickly and reading resolutions of my cranial contusions and the frequent “confusion” I feel when I think about all of my MONEY!

Banks abroad, peat and sod, sullen so suddenly when the big problem is Obesity- disliking the chubby, I want a hubby buggy hug from Justine!

Within the withdrawal of Abraham Lincoln’s and spent on numbered scratch-tickets placed on the playa’s (Kimmy) Dash... the family of fine finances with Finesse-Fully CLEAN the oven with a mitten on a kitten to crack and crash, while under the pressure, I blessed her, my Mom, with a bracelet and my knowing I have to let her cheer me up, and on the phone, I’m in “The ZONE” like “Zone-Bars” with high protein, I don’t watch anything Teen (!!!) for the life of me I won’t have relations with youth, and that’s the truth, I hope to never be a Father as that doesn’t Matter, to Me, you see me behind the letters and characters in the Alphabet- when I bet on Bitcoin and Tesla and “Meta” having met a great girl, of my TBI world, to swirl her tongue, with mine, I felt so fine with Justine, so fine... when she couldn’t drink white wine! And it was fine.

A New York fantasy, so easy on me, so be easy-peasy beautiful cover-girl on the world’s stage of 21+ Hollywood age, but not as old as Nicholas Cage so his HIS age, that’s too old, and old bread gets moldy and stinky, with a pinky poking bagel, I go by the “alwayschillen” handle, with a Manny Float, in a boat, cast off hinges, by the shore, for sure, and across from a patio pool-side with Antics, the sailing swimmer is AILING hanging and banging and nailing the hammer on a tick-tock walking on water, from the Holy Bible, with 2 of them here, one signed by a minimal Minister of The Maxx #1 by Image Comics, the books I took, paid for on a L1ly P4d on FB’s “Meta” I bought so many comics they’re very valuable now, moose and a cow, with smooches abandoning pathetic Mooches of my Smooches for A.D. being surprised I got Sober 2016 with A.A. way back in the day, now in May, a noise I say, to the Referee’s dismay—a kangaroo out of Clay—with a Les Palmer Paul Marino, gambling his wealth in the health of a very small house, I saw, me being in Awe — like of Elon in a tiny house — hatching of a low “louch” to touch, above the ribs, to where I get my FIX this brain, I am not insane, reading Michael Crane’s “Falling Apart” writing our Art- brushes striping the canvas bare, breathe in, tasting the Air, as a Tax-Payer who plans to pay the Government well, my taxes, a mystery and hidden from me, but “Averte” is where I’ll be treading water to sip from the sink, and my drain is clogged...

Ham from a big-rig Hog on the hamper feeling a damper of dampening sticky styrofoam my brain, I call it my “home” in the 40 year-old wealth of bodily health, not having a Seizure (thanks to the meds...) coming from my chest- with a heart-tick beating and my enemies’ retreating, to taste the tempted Holy “apple” that Eve sinned, that sinner, Adam was a winner in the Garden of Eden on a Roc Cafe at the Hard Rock to eat a meal with Rev. Anne Skinner, so we all win, with Weiner’s grilled upon Capitol Hill, feeling a shrill breeze airing, and me not caring, about the happenings of mushrooms in padre’s jib of a sale, for my love I ail, and a Bitcoin “Whale” to hail, and a cab so drab, with pinching crabs’ claws of showing Gall to Gail blowing frail, with pock marks from greasy pimples, I don’t often use PINTEREST dot com, for long, perch in the pond, laying gone a beat-up beach of bereft heartbeats resounding, my frequencies of tapping fingers... the soundings

But of who’s voice, mine my own CHOICE to ban Abortion in the news this very day, which I’m not sure about that thing couples do with a forgotten pill, the surgeon Sheldon Benjamin was ill, caught a Cole Camper, paid with a Credit Card, the drug “Glass” on the table-top putting it up your nostril is not very had, with a rolled up Clark University, which hosts the most of what moist crevice stands tall, for one of all, so hear hear the nearso words of a Tantric Poet, I know it, I savored the flavor of God, my Savior in a lucid dream, and wondering awaking with a movie of Scream!

Jamal Tockens with Crypto-Currency “Tokens” I took and writing in a book, on this nifty Mac Mac-hine my words are Mr. Clean coming uncircumstantial with serrogated “Tiph’s” getting waitresses’ Tips, in a jar upon the counter, boat with that oar... paddling to an island of a wet being body of water, I state Resolution, so Social with interactions of the watermelon smashings, and Pumpkins... turnt into faces every Halloween when door-to-door the costumes of trick-or-treaters will be seen, and by all of the neighbors of a particular street, marching ahead, children’s feet, you touching one’s toes for who knows, but the deli sounds of the Ground All-Around outside by the way-side taking it in stride, of a goose’s grey color, DRINKING GETS A BIG *NOPE*... for, the Sober me and joyously, me being Jeffrey that’s how I spell it to be and whirring noise, those type of Boyz, making the sounds so loud, a widow in a Shroud of darkness, I feel for her with motions of oceans like The Atlantic on a ticking bug on one’s own head, I’ll go by the nick “Jeffery” instead, when all has been said, and by me, whimsically, whirlpool wealth and my thin, in-shape SELF magazine with Josie Maran parading in Paradise, with a louse in your stare of the state of the Nation, while climbing the stairs, talking to dead people flying high with notes of Cupid smiling silly — I be where the Rottweilers be, chomping their clean white teeth, the skin their teeth will Breach beyond a breaking branch, my Bank of France, a “live strong” bracelet on each wrist, keeping them unsliced, I don’t have a knife or any butter for Aunt Jemima soaking soaky syrup after being shaken, Justine took my heart and it is Taken... and aching for arching Pontius Pilot at the pedestal for the passers-by of a bum eating a bar of Dial soap, and curing the rope on a tree, hanging a noose-hook “Bangerz” like my “Bankers” covered in go get the mansion of me, for mine, all the time, to crash them Bitchains, further destroying my valuable brain! But only after my TBI...