Pail Eyed and Shovel, at the beach, sitting in the sun, having fun, as the sand creeps into bodily crackles with cacophony cackles, and baked cakes surrounding lakes -- I haven't used a Rhyming Dictionary in about 1 year!

Future Tesla Roadster

Drop-top with Hip-Hop "Pops" to ticking clock on the Drizzle- and to choose who of remaining elected, the protraction of my reiterated stance—I stand and peddle with Lance—me the lingo-lagging but lavish Lingo-Language finest Finances, my homes of the psychiatrist’s “Trances” to tickle with a winking rolling that dank- with NETA to thank, in yesteryear of me going without the brews, the beers get my JEERS to work like a thievery-jerk, stealing the sold items in stores- Black on Black crimes, I hope for no or of the when to wait... then say I hate people staying silent around me, as I said hi to the only non-fat and non-pathetic Peep here and I was ignored, but with my know writing professor-y Prose Poetry I want to swagger like a bumble-bee with the bird newest nests high-up in the Tree Tops- an apartment complex I recall, somewhere “urban” Tiptronic Ebonics, the Ferrari shifters with the touted up round’a’bout ways of none-other than Timmy Hays to him absent, but as he’s “had” Audra Deiana I cry out, “OH MAMA” to Tess and Tia Froio I recall, both of them at advantageous vertical (horizontal laid-down in bed, in stead) their heights, both very tall, like Ember here at “Averte” in Bradford, VT if you want to “find” me being fine with the pre-able text to twist Twisty’s beautiful girls on-screen, I bought I remember... a month or two months, oh well- not a bunch as I decided I’d had enough of the SOFT-CORE “shit” and reverted my impervious imperial METH-ods of “Literary Study” when allowed to proceed (with great text and a need to embody greedy geeks at WSU) then quitting Indeed dot-com I wasn’t on for long, but in 2013 or 2014 it was a “Dead Stock” to my surprise as John Deedy my Saint John’s teacher, he remained alive and to THRIVE with his mutual-Fu’ing many gay men- their orifices- originally—Mannie—I THOUGHT MANY *Mannie* WAS NOT NECESSARILY “ugly” but instead me choosing her as the #1 wish to buy a mattress and a box-spring to unleash my manliness—that I wish for only Justine Aragona now (!!!) as she's been my hunny-buns with massive fun in her intimate "AREA"

Mowing the lawn

Towing the car

Rowing the boat

Eating some oats

Babes bubbly in the sudsy, sudsy whether to wash the Ditches with what window, of course, by the sink—but you should wait a couple minutes before, you go in there- it’s really sketchy, really stinky by the dishwasher remnants of Carrot Cake down the drain—Wall St. hot-shots (...) like my family member who who he would like Ember here, and him hopping we could get close-up to Miss (I don’t know her last name!) reminding me of “Rotella”- that my Minister liked the ring of—me wishing for “L” for liking the Love of the four-lettered (postage 18+) word the L-word that’s LUV FROM A DUV A TOOTSIE DOOKIE AND MY OLD CAT NAMED “POOKIE” — wouldn’t you know it, Garfield’s comic-stripper had me get the clippers when the mysterious and (cookied and COOKED) character kitty was also named “Pookie”—but I had a big problem with “Garfield”—first of all, Garfield was quite, quite fat and didn’t exercise—but please put QUOTES around this my pre-said and pre-set constable awareness of the owner, “John”—he was lame, Jodie was “tamed” and Josie Maran is a hot mother now, my picking up a magazine that, her on-cover I discovered her air-brushes- I want to touch her QVC creams and dreams of joining her...

JOSIE MARAN WOULD BE MY GYM PARTNER AND FULL-TIME OF DAY & NIGHT “LOVER” !!!!!

This rich bitch- she so slippingly-slim and SLENDER THE BARTENDER, to put an end to the early-morn’ but after ersatz humping all night Fizz-on wearing bare ass NO MORE THONG!

… and just like that, the games on!

Singing brain and singing Brian of Costello and Cab with A Call Away reach me at my business phone

(Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries) because this for the, “Jeffrey MaRQuis” d’railed and rained of security where I want to be, and near, to booty 2-shoes with NO CLUES!

And then PLUS, I DON’T SNIFF GLUE — I bet you do and al-THOUGH I’m throwing rocks with what sucks is getting Pegged at a Kegger of Kellogs SERIAL-PORTS, and CROTCHETY SUEING IS MY SORT, OF SPORT-S CAR WHEN DRIVEN FAR (...) that unfortunately I’m 3 hours away from those I know and once having known them best, through, and I HAVE A LAWYER, so don’t sue me or I swear, I will put my hands in the air and without a “Care” to “Comply” with a complex hex of ample and able prisoners’ “TIME” wearing sports-coats, dress shoes, sports-jackets (again, but one when it’s cold and lonely) what’s up Homey? And “whatcha in-for?” with a 4x4 Sahara “Jeepers” I admit I creeped on girls and on Facebook with Yellow Pages to address their digits, my own fingers pepper-spraid getting laid and touching butt inside a Cookie with what's for dinner... be we having tonight?

Salmon?

I might...

And to Cook summer sun of that, I take my hat and breathe the reached-in slim of embodying power and height, for I’m not of “A Short Stature” stated and having been hopefully PLAYMATE’D with, My “Legs, lets march and Leggo my Eggo” of you, Bri Eggers (WHDH weather girl) her Ember’s bold embroidery, cheese and cakes... dang dandruff-flakes... Solve it clean... Soylent Green!