HAPPY HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Damn doctors shrunk my loins (long arms 2.5” longer and legs 3” TaLLer) to the limbo of a macro typed image in a montage of only 21+ friends and females, delivered through the MALE ORDERED BRIDE AND NO-HOMO !!!!! to go in “Bro Mode” my own, there’s the sunglasses and tall bottles of Diet Mountain Dew, to fruit of the Tomb of King TUT with Queenie “Titties” on display for some FOUR AND PLAY to me the Single Singer of mingling with the lasses of ample asses, and their Stacked Boobies’ Bodies when I’m not too shoddy in the playland (on a plane, and plain breaded my short beard ONLY...) what Wonders of Wonder Bread sliced ’n’ diced so thinly—that I prefer “Canadian White” in loaves of lost lovers instead, that whites-only type of bread and oats, coming at you with the most discrete references to a browser’s Preferences and I never deleting online History of notes and hairs on my scrot-ummm what’s the diff? to be married by surprise, mine eyes—I say, what to be rekindled, and ever so kindly I mind me be, my own bid-ness, albeit with no “Domina Mistress” my love for soapy Dove in the shower of days upon days ago—u gno?—the bare hairs with the ladies, they love me, when they stairs in the cottage, but not of cheese—oh geez—a reference to King Christ in misty May to have a Playdate with a mate of magnificent Tango to the jimbled jango...

Some Japanana-knees tingle with a tinkle on a drain—call me insane for pissing on a shower-partner’s left leg, let me finish the stream when no longer to be seen—I say when that’s fine with me, sitting pretty under a Maple Syrup kinda hiccup, of course, being a Tree in the “garden of Dana Gardner” previous best friend of many years, but him breaking up with Larissa, that brought him near a tear, when torn of the scorn, “SHE CHEATED!” The Creator with a meteor on a crashed course at the sand dunes of lost balls—to the walls of empty corridors and sometimes a Nurse will pass—me, them curious, what it feels like I left them the delight of DNA sentiment insufflation on the Islamic Nation with Americans hating Iraqi Saddam when launching a bomb-grenade on The Esplanade and “Their Plan”

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

This when I never “Took The Stand”- to ING still as in my previous impervious stillchillen.com (seen on Archive.org I highly recommend) when commended by Peter L S. who knows the 10 Commandments well, when well, or sick, 3 weeks shrunken dick—back bigger now thanks to 1 wondrous pill—my Neuro-psych brought me back to a BIGGER SIZE—forgoing French-lineage to be Miss McDonalds, my jowls FRIED when applying pressure to the tame younger chubby her, making my grown groin grow in size—my mental-hospital “Part-near” and, I, no longer afraid of the quiet time in a lonely room, playing with Boney — and 3 “anorexic” girls on my D at once, that one time in 8 East mental hospital when I bequeathe upon the to READ:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/05/31/hey-here-it-is-my-first-re-write/

Planting seeds in the dental cavities, my motors working on my teeth to be brushed like bare hares of Bears and hopping Bubbles Bunnies when, this, yours truly typing funny keystrokes at a late time of day to be in bed—I’m mostly Nocturnal (Doctor’s pills in the mix) of Bradford, VT’s “Averte” type hicks—that Paul here, my friend, he’s so nice to me (!!!) and riding his horsey, he be, taking in by the sad Saddle to get ‘atter with a Wall St. hater, that comes later, when, and then, signed with a Mont Blanc pen—I ordered for $315.00 and come in the mail but to be “set sail” ME NOT HAVING ALE IN 3 YEARS! SOBER 2016 (!!!) of Halloween candles and a can-did attitude of a broken bitch, her no longer “a prude” and showing cheery attitudes with low sealed-level attitudes!

Waves rising and Raises with the indirect “Bonuses” at the job of maybe an opposite gender—and a popsuckle—of Ice Cream Cones (klonDIKE L.!)

Her husband is getting a sex-change and he’s now known as “Kirsten” that I frown upon their family—and the dead brother heroin junkie—Google: “Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave” because him, I tried to SAVE DAVE! when calling his parents on the phone after he risked the lives of him and I—worst person I’ve ever known D.P.

I begged his Mom to get him off opiates and quit drinking!

My Mom grabbed the phone away and said, "HE'S FROM TOO GOOD A FAMILY!"

I tried to get him off drugs in 2013 or 2014 with my own money, which Dan said he'd use a little of his own money to get Dave off his intravenous drugs like heroin, plus drinking, may he rest in peace and he risked my life drinking 4 16 ounce beers and driving me, when I didn't drink a sip!

Lacking dismay, is me, when disappointed at pointing his fingers to slit that turkey-neck and praying at the his "Wake" he be in Purgatory at best *shrug* or HIM BURNING IN “HECK” !!!!! *shrug* . . . he having risked my life in 2016!

Bio Logic with the clock Tick and I type to Talk and Squack! Nasdaq: FB (my one of many Investments...) Facebook post!

I run 3 dot-com's and 2 blogs, that my best short story is about a beautiful woman getting ready for her day with such eloquent detail of Lexus, and I'm worth many millions from my Dad and Bitcoin, Tesla, Amazon, GameStop, etc. etc. Stocks I picked the ones when I knew certain ones would increase in 2021+ because I'M SOBER 2016 -- no sips in 3+ years -- and I'm proud to have talked to Elon Musk for a 44 minute phonecall in 2005, I wanted to ELON-gate my legs and buy my Mom "Musk" perfume, plus I have that "I'm Addicted To [ FACEBOOK ]" t-shirt in my profile image -- I have an "Associate's Degree in Computer Science" from QCC, I've written 4 great soliloquies and my wrxtbi.com has the details of my Traumatic Brain Injury -- SOBER 2016 which was 3 years after my drinking broke up me and Justine "Tini Ara" Aragona who has a TBI, too, and she is too injured to drive a car so we would go to restaurants EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!

http://www.alwayschillen.com/elegance.htm =D

I've been 3.5 hours away from my "HEALTH-PROXY" Dad and Mom and my laptop, Google, Facebook, cellphone, etc. etc. are all badly HACKED because my enemies caused my injuries of the ICU for a full month -- 3 weeks I couldn't even swallow, that reflex -- I've been taken advantage of with my having so much wealth I'm a millionaire through my wealthy parents and I made so many millions of dollars with crypto-currencies and my Stocks, I did Data-Entry and I type fast, but I think hmmm Russia and/or China and/or North Korea and/or Iran are going to attack us and I WISH I VOTED FOR DONALD TRUMP -- I talked to the MyPillow guy in 2005 when he was a druggie in Mexico -- I have known Bruce Fenton who ran for Senator of NH in 2005 and 2006 when he got me interested in Bitcoin, I may have many thousands of Bitcoins I predicted the high of $69,044 each!

I have hours of experience with Allah and God, The Creator, at the edge of space -- believe it or not I used my Handicapped and Disabled left arm to point to the edge of space, and I reached Beyond God with His great "Illusion" like a hologram surrounding His universe He brings in planets and galaxies into His universe but only at the speed of light, that Allah is "Supreme Velocity" with always accelerating at what I call "A million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond" and although I am not a Muslim, I am 7/10 through The Qur'an, the best book ever, and because I know there have been hundreds of human "virgin births" I don't believe in Jesus Christ as being "God" in any way, shape, or form...

I like the treadmill, I have a decline sit-up bench here at "Averte" 3.5 hours away from my parents and my Aunt Donna Donohue -- my best friend! -- I took off 34 lbs. with a LOW-CARB DIET many years ago and I'm in really good shape, although not exercising much, and my doctors are corrupt, I was given so much Estrogen I grew man-breasts and although I grew 3.5" taller in 2005/2006 with longer arms, too, I was shrunk at the doctors office...

I was the Assistant Manager at a GNC before my crash, and I quit drinking in 2016 with A.A. only twice, that I haven't had a drop of beer/wine/alcohol in 3+ years!

I have enemies who caused my "severe" injuries to my brain and left hip, because they're suffering with PTSD from when THEY NEARLY KILLED ME so I pray for them to suffer intensely and burn in Hell for all eternity, but that's enough of that, I WISH YOU WELL! I LIKE YOU! THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING MY FRIEND REQUEST www.wrxtbi.com  www.jeffreymarquis.com  www.alwayschillen.com  http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com (A- Poetry II at WSU) =D

Write on my blogs and Facebook -- I invested, NASDAQ: "FB" and I've spent a long time talking to people at Facebook when they were operating out of a house in CA -- I knew a Developer by chance -- I'd been running dot-com's for years, and I'm 40 years old, SOBER 2016 NO MMJ! only CBD! =D

My left hip was in 7 pieces after I hit a telephone pole, sideways, when my enemies tried to kill me with a ruined WRX Turbo, and no one would help me -- 4 cops that day November 2, 2004 -- they were in on a "Plan" to have me drive drunk!

And I'm being badly hacked by my enemies on this hacked, tapped MacBook Pro -- I signed papers giving up my rights, and I hate the jerks who screw with me so awfully, this after they caused my near-death at the scene of Henshaw St. in Leicester, MA when my family, friends, relatives, co-workers and the police all screamed into the phone, "KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE INNOCENT!" =(

I have a Traumatic Brain Injury and broken hip from what my enemies did to me in 2004 and my recovery fell a bit short... =(

From where comes the Hollywood Hottie but in a police sketch, that wretch with what Welch’s jelly of belches by the pooches and feline tails, and a sling blade to be buttered on toast at the utmost popularity of The Comedy Central indicator of a Dick and Tater’s Baba Boobs’ the makers—of comedy—the “ROAST” to see as such which to the utmost highest Queenie weenie hot dog buns for you and I my hunny bun of blonde hair without a care—without a car—a vehicle with highest colost-Tommy Hilfiger brandishes upon wardrobes being what but WIDE—to take with a LIVESTRONG “Stride” with a beautiful bride drinking Tide’s Capri Sun in the Tropical Island of Corona and the expansive (and expensive...) with RAW OIL — (expansive...)

Kevin Federline, what happened to him?

And what’s up with Britney, as a smitten kitten in the kitchen catches a nookie and a cookie...

And oh to be what wondered wonders so wondrously these fingers tapping, that is,  at “these keys” to be hot and trot while finishing fishing for Trinket tinglers of T., but without a spliff or a Jolt that is a “Cola”

When my “Health Proxy” Mom and Dad visit me a grande total of 3.5 hours away, which I can’t possibly sustain the horrible terrible and awful treatment the staff is “BRIBED” and they’re mad I’ve become so wealthy and healthy with NO BEER FOR MANY YEARS! I think they are going to FRAME...

I don't belong to any internet forums

I'm at this "Averte" bullshit 'home' where they mess with me, and there have been mentally retarded people here which shows how this place is for pitiful fat people and drug addicts who've done substantial damage to themselves with illegal drugs, but mostly they're all gone and there are only about 3 people who live here in rooms and don't drive, like I have my driver's license but not my 2013 Subaru Legacy that's in Charlton, MA where my parents didn't like how I quit drinking and they have nothing to be mad about and so because I'm able to take care of myself, they took the fact that I quit drinking -- and that made them irritated that I'm not a pathetic suicidal type of person -- they visit me once every two weeks here in Bradford, VT where I don't need any THC or a higher dose of my medications, that there was an extra pill given to me now that I don't take one of the PRN's yeah IT GIVES ME INORGASMIA!

My parents thought it was funny a certain bar I walked to and home in Oxford, MA -- they all liked this shirt I bought on Amazon.com -- I invested many thousands into Amazon in 2013 or 2014 when I actually predicted Coronavirus (my choice of name, with my idea for a "19" emailing China!)

I be so ultimately good and with no cigarettes, so sugary albeit in the trash of a wasted piece of filth, on the 1% choc. milk

Thick books of prindle pawns all reaching a deep dark “YAWN” when once His Magesty committed to mental-hospitals 5 times, lacking a Holy glass of inter-twined “wine” not drinking SOBER 2016 that’s alrighty Almighty fine to absorb the buds of Kind ways to wellness with her lady’s seamstress, the needle-prick’s finesse to a point, of abstaining the press press press “Cardi B” she sings while tossing the Trojan wrapper, flushed Dow the stock market in the honcho-hondo Honda light-socket of epidermis Pores, and feeding the needy, pleased and bearded, him liquor-free, like me, alas, a glass of Ale — it would leave me and the seemings Pale and bucket to say the kindness of my mindfullness minding the most up ’n’ most coming of onto the lies of “Averte” with TIES to my corrupt kinship of ouch my left hip in 7 pieces, then in 2004 when I ran a store (GNC) of gentle kindness and minding my owned business of Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” me praying for profits (The Prophets) donation to my Islamic Nation of true believers in Allah and God (The Creator of His universe) being belonging to God yes- my reaching beyond Him at the edge of space, I found my place, awed and owed, owning His Great “Illusion” but to therefore win with absolutely taking in the kitchen sink by the hammer of a roast on buttered toast to tinkle Trinkets with crickety croaking *ribbit-ribbit” sheared fine and getting “a head” instead of the masturbatory mindlessness of bad, bad, that’s my Hennesey in the fullest bottle of sudsy soap to clean a crotch, me saying “NOPE TO DOPE” the gack junk injected and Dave reflected, at what hurt him most, his deep dark secret of Heroin unleashed with my DOGEKILLER $LEASH hence the stylish syllables of cluck swims to bread and butter, me never smoking butts, the CBD I keep in my clutches, at-mostwhile sticking the sneaker to shift the Subaru to accelerate, and not having driven a Hot-Rod to tunnel with a beer-drops FUN-TIME class-report on The Chunnel with migrants shuttled in, crossing the border of Me-hi-co to the avail (and discretion) of the migrant popularity

Their brownest brownies and remaining thin, the population of Mum ’n’ Pop markets with basking in the Basket Bass-Fishing of Dad Great Wayne Marquis, a great man, never reading “Revelations in Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’” to him un-tall but with his profits soaring and me imploring, “GIVE ME PHAT STACKS OF $CISH-CASH, DADDY PLEASE!” as I beg on my needs to please and peruse the hues of Honda’s “Accord” with Lance Armstrong YES, my 2 LIVESTRONG yellow bracelets onto meet Jeff Bridges and with alongside me and my Bride, not Brain of mine and her’s, so injured and us absurd-est with a bountiful chest of choked chicken meet to see a paraplegic eat with his or her FEET, and me at the track-meat of curdled bacon and CRISPR technology, always with a Drive in gear of Richard I’m withered in the top-notch of the Hotel Totem Pole of North and South Arctic ice, unlike Africa where the whitest are to be SPIT-iest when it happens of the the thing with Chandler St. Taxi’s going RING-RING and my cellphone is silenced aft the oft of the time ‘o’ day, I just got my clothing layed and speared like SPREAD ‘EM IN BED when Justine got my sheets a tad-bit (no bitey) RED of when I needed it most, and tip the Tiphdizzle!

“Glass” a narcotic, to roast some toast on the Atlantic Coast or in the Greendale Mall, walking tall, at the utmost virtual and vertical leap on my feet of cast-iron (Ore) I invested in where it’s so cheap and I have it stored, more Bitcoins, I implored, and Dad’s fishing lures of vintage age 21+ happy when the on-screen babes are clapping with The Clap to sit a “stripper Ho” on my lap, to dancing and Lance Armstrong “Prancing like the WSU ‘Lancers’” when I’m all for the Flyer, her married now

It's an old photo, and is she still married? I like girls in their 30's-years-medium-old!

Is this the BTC.com "Ledger" of MY Bitcoins?

https://explorer.btc.com/stats/rich-list

After signing papers for millions of dollars, some lended to me, I predicted the highest price of Bitcoin in 2013 or 2014... yeah it reached $69,000+ I want a girlfriend !!!!!

I knew millionaires and billionaires in the beginning days of Facebook because I only sleep on my awesome so cool MyPillow

So far and to this point, as such...

I eat a lot of ice cream with always music in my apartment.

Along the days, of brutal Football games...

I take all of my medicines here and I’ll get my “shot” tomorrow.

Through the fields I don’t have wheels...

I have a TBI and because of that I’ll never drive a motorcycle.

Alas and here when the white Tic Tac's  disappear...

The staff here goes food shopping on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Miss'es appearing favors of many various flavors, the Dr. Candido and I — as in us 2, us both, me and him and him and I to my Delight — we savors, the educated words of a Ph. D. when I voice concerns, here at “Averte” and not to be absurd, he hears and he heard, my rambled whining about the lack of a local shopping Mall that Bradford, I can accord-ingly, banter the banging with a- immigrant hanging, and from a Branch on the tree to see-  me with Jolly Ranchers and a Federal Ranger seeing me online, they look at the screen, hanging from ABOVE and lifted like a flying Dove, signaling lines of paved surfaces, for sure, to implore the more of the Hollywood faces, OB/GYN at the Gold’s Gym on Muscle Beach bodybuilding in Hollywood with what but horrible Fentanyl that I’ve never taken Fentanyl, that I didn’t care and where, I love smokey air (the bear) (the SOBER 2016 no sips in 3 years but no fears) and “no tears ripping, or teens’ thrifting, or tears in clothing!”

We bought new laptops, new cellphones, and we called around, me having befriended so many millionaires in 2005, I got on a foreign Facebook servers a many of them in other countries through Dan’s connections that we Invested millions of dollars in 2013 or 2014 when we stayed up until about Nine-Eleven O'clock AM

Blowing ones nose into a water faucet front, sifting shining and brightly brilliant thrills on the toast of butter butts in the roller coaster, bring much taste of Cherry Chap-Stick on the lips one's pillow in bed to be said, so much and so that, so many crumbs can fade of the Drake's Coffee Cakes, do you remember those as I knows shit goes on with my mind-set of keys I tap the water and tape the locks a long time ago, but I know the staff comes in my up-side (capsules 30mg) floor, one giant room my new home in the North Atlantic "zone" when I recline maybe winding my watch, slinging a crutch habit or keep going for hopes of coming in and breaking the beer bottle at the local floozy-pole of sorts, $ one papers bills to spend on the Fox News pills like "Fruits and Veggies" the pill, that I don't take right now  right now as I supply Relief Factor in a cramped "Camper" conditions, one pitching a tent and then all spent and drifting off to sleep with "Relaxium Sleep" on Fox TV

I supply Maxwell house drinken green to my R.L. Stine of my having a desiced pizza slice from the kitchen country USA Know Your Stove that later the old couple in the USA Country sleeping with “Relaxium Sleep” 100% “Trust your night to Relaxium Sleep” the jingle sang on the Trans-Vestight Vest of the Best: Nada Prada, not a Prada the cones on Madonna and to appreciate my favorite reader, I only like one song from the musical group “Seether” to Taught Her Tots how to tie shoes to evacuate the bedroom towels seeking Jewels in hotel lobby’s pools of bench-pressing the mighty Chested, like the nip’s of a lass, I don’t “drink” at all 2018+ out of the glass (or sniff it in 2001 with my homosexual Saint John's English teacher! ouch my ass!)

https://opensea.io/

Elon Musk, I'm getting excited because I know now how Influential (you are) with Infused CBD (only, NO THC!)

Sitting, the still “hot box” for a Fxy Chick I want her Wets Unsealed, a KBB referral to a Worcester, MA hospital, although not taking my life, I crave Justine to be my wife for the rest of one’s A.M. time of night, the time, when all I read for many nights in a row, The Rhyming Dictionary, potent diction, albeit fictional fables of me fully feeling a Last Supper “Table” where Jesus sat not next to me but J. Crew purchased with Dan, I lent him my hand, “Invest for those in the U.S. land, that I’ve offered to pay my plenty full sums of USD “crypto-currencies” to benefit the nationwide-debt, on widened WRX wheels (Rota) thinking about spanning the Tampa sand beaches, kissing Mannie, sent a box of chocolates, although not in a heart shape because I was still “Recovering” and unable to harness the magnifiscents of Mannie and her big sis Danita, that I feel so fortunate to have known, and my Mom said, “I’m the power behind the throne.”

I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD! =)

I've never gotten a girl pregnant or preggers at, and I've never belonged to a "Fraternity" I will stay here at "Averte" in Bradford, Vermont, hopefully meeting a man from one state over, Bruce Fenton, I donated money to him since 2005 or 2006 and again with $250!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigfoot_(truck)

Elon Musk my best friend, who I have maybe seen him TWICE, that he is so nice, to follow me, hopefully: Joyously, while learning the lingo of a Mediterranean “disco” that count to Christ, of Monte Cristo, dipped in Crisco with a fan-base in their place, screen and face... well, they’re face-to-face with who I want as a dear-mostly “Friend” of Derek Langlois with a softened voice, after me complaining to my Mom about Derek and Brian talking too loud—disturbing my sleep—when I told a traumatic story/event online, it was not alright and me and him almost got in a fight, where, I was at Geneva St. in 2005 and on-to Chandler Gardens, flies on my SHUDDERS with my hand I disregard them, this, when I take a couple few strides away from my seated loving seat when I eat mostly meat, prepared by the chefs—there are two of them—I bought a $315 Mont Blanc pen less than a grande year- me here at “Averte” standing not so tall me being short-ly to browse my Archives:

http://www.alwayschillen.com/archive.htm

ps- Bill Gates if you're reading this, thanks for Microsoft Word I bought online and then I wrote a document I called Microsoft and they gave me powers to write that "8 East" document 38.4 MB one .doc that it was all deleted, and what happened to Elon Musk? Jeff Bezos are you reading this? Mark Zuckerberg do you follow me ???

I swear I knew Elon Musk very well in 2005 and 2006 and Bruce Fenton brucefenton.com wish you won but you're a millionaire Bitcoin trader, that I said sell it at $69,044 and some cents that I want to have sold it that high, that wouldn't it figure, because I own Swiss Navy, on PH- I thought $69k would be perfect, just playing, if you're reading this, thanks and remember, I bought you gifts in 2005 and 2006 when I knew Fentanyl would be big, so I typed in "Fent" when I had seen you in Suggested Friends with "Public Figure" I had to have you as a friend, and I still want to sleep over your house in one state over, that I remember I wanted to sleep on your couch and you said you had a guest room in NH, plus we left our phones connected with only silence, and I heard you snoring, when I said, "BRUCE YOU'RE GOING TO BE SO WEALTHY WITH BITCOIN I WANT OUR PHONES TO STAY CONNECTED WHILE WE'RE ASLEEP! -- you hung up when you woke up in the A.M. and thought I was an interesting BLESSED WITH A TBI that the IGF-1 LR3 crosses the Blood-Brain Barrier and I put it injected with an Insulin pin IN MY NECK IN 2005 OR 2006! =D

Aiming on point and not to the astray clashes of Int’l Navel forces, the spring of the ring, the hoop-  in that skinny bellie on a Chickie like Justine, pierced without a sister, or Step-Siblings I don’t care about because, and I watch Moms and nothing tiny like B.S. that ass, bereft of any bullshit coming from me, for I tell the truth with straight intentions, a straight face, and a straight video only, wishing for Justine again, so read the post of lovely Anne Skinner, saying I’m a best friend, of hers, her in words when on the phone to enjoy our chatting—get attling with the Tic-Tac’s and my scars- instead of “Tats” and my battle-wounds shifted up with a red Solo cup, a stack, on the counter when the staff gets in which is no problem at all, unless they’re—pulling Bull Shit like the “tiny” Briana Sasso of Mikey’s and my saying to his dateing partner, “Hey baby” that was a mistake and I plan on paying my family and friends and the employees here, with many Doctors of me, of mine, I’m fine, and I’m an organ Donor with a puffed up chest as per the IGF-1 LR3 I got it pure to Love my Rights and lovely nights of P-hub to take a Tube of Colgate Optic White, to brush that now hush... I’m browsing and thanks for reading my poetry, prose, etc.

Garish Garden of Either Then, Mother Hen (Deborah Marquis) with Husband, Wayne, with them knowing I'm on "medz" being partially insane! ;)

Tastey taste the air of a Creme-Boule $CAKE to pull that neato victorious vim when I feel no whim to start a fan-made family of Marquis Majesties Wayne and Deborah living loving lives of visiting me, who I am a sweetie who, needs a TBI girlfriend, Too, like mine my own Traumatic Brain Injury that was “severe” to say the least, but it’s really at the MOST OF MY DAMAGE TO MY BRAIN... is “permanent” although I “Recovered” so much, I thank the Nutraceuticals I had many years ago, like GHRP-6 with a $200 package thrown away by my parents who they those two I mentioned, I wanted to grow in size and strength at one of the three gyms I’ve belonged to- but this was years ago and I only do push-up’s that I am able to do some more decline sit-up’s in my Apartment that’s nice:

Retail re-told

sipping sour

at any hour

and to dine

with Dina

no wine!

Speaking to the ointment (valuable oils) of before bereft unkempt to top-notch of a showered cracker toodle to the loo, also in the bathr-oom to a ship set said sailing in the perusable pleasures of silky soap and on-a-rope, a lynched wigger with a single pointer-finger stroking the trigger, to the none of the corporeal Son, named Hunter-  crack stunting the bodily growth, so nope, I’m not so tall with an incoming injection to the stereotypical Islamic Nation and Allah Ackbar thusly so far I am with God and my parents—love them so much—my crutch(es) showcased shoe-wear of the torn rips and my SHATTERED LEFT HIP

When the SEVEN PIECES come all come one, they come all together, staying such and shitty as so, repaired piece by being at peace, this TOGETHER, hopefully forever!