Prickle Princess in Pink

Hi to her in the pink dressed-up... hi-ccup!

Playboy Playmate playing me with the mysterious “Play-Date” on now February 23rd and cleaned Alpha Male type genetics, me never done Oxy... preferring stride of a selfish “MATEY” arrr and arrogance when I dance with Lance Armstrong—tiny, stretchy (but never messy, a Miss’es Mess of fine finesse) running Track—with Marks of Makers Bakers but coming, and arising drifting to dilly dally every 3-way followed folly of night-side naughty stretchy pantaloons, these Honeymoon Bar-room VA-VA-VOOM! sometime soon to rack it all up with a backhanded fist showing “Road&Track” subscriber years ago, when what do you know, these beautiful cars in Show-rooms, but NO SHROOMS and no kah-boom’s in the Atlantic practitioner printing dinner with dollars and dineros, all of value in which, said “To:” and a blank field of the driver(s) to YIELD then yay it’s the hey-day of a favorite song to play—Automotive speakers, a “sound system”—green lights?  I miss them so stop and slow and red lights in a crummy “District” to distract the unpleasantness of a China/Russia attack!  And Trump bought Big Mac’s for the Apple of my eye, a homemade apple pie, Mrs. McDonalds drinking a “Coker” whithin this hold on the mental-hospital girl (1 of the 6...) locked up and unable to leave, I feel being beefed up in a straight-jacket that racket—dismissing me of “Credibility” that, so, I, have become this with credit for never having E.D. I take the Tadalafil for ANYWAY... and look at that “Record” of me, of I-  with the 2 “Aliases” Jeffry and Jeff M, I’m one of them, millionaire-style of sharing the wealth, and soaking up the deep dark seeing Health I with a B+ because I didn’t think I deserved an “A” — me “Recovering” with a tape-recorder in my WSU classes, English Man of an English Major—a kiss from a chosen one—L.G. my #1 “hunny” being desired—but she left thesole.com after a limousine of my best birthday, seeing that L.G. coming my way with what a butt and in the limo, something something blow, and out go the candles I recall—Petty Princess—paying for dinner every night, to my delight in my dwelling at my real “Home” in Charlton, Mass(es) to the listener, the taxpayer, that is, I. . . when I am somewhat shy face-to-face but an acid tongue to me Mum, adoring the #1 man in my life—who will hopefully support me, and my having a female lover—like Justine Aragona, I discovered her magical master’s bedroom of us pairing up, sweetly our caressed Butts and Butter Buns, it’s all for you, Hun, profiting in courtroom antics of what was once a drunk driver in HS being sloshed Slush Puppies with the ethanol imbibed, he almost killed my future-bride, this Justine, she, yes, who, has better butter yetter to be seen, by me and my pleases and Thank You, Missy, with a kissy face, she and Allah took me to space, I’m talking the edge of space — albeit “Traumatic Injured” our brains, so special and neat-ley dressed, lingerie on her never bereft of any pleasure in my leisure when we both had some “Seizures” so Serious our injuries, to the skull, the cranium where the mentality of mental majesty, her and I, I want to be with...

Her, that simple logic of her with those too-big and 2 sassy cheeks, I hope she’s going to get thin with me, who I am, sort of skinny and I like mini-girls, so petite, each of them, a treat—to me, of mine, and without any grape seed wine or narcotics or pills or “substances”—each substantial to the mental-philosophy of me, yours truly, my name is Jeffrey Marquis of Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” that’s me and my info- for you to know, now read what I’ve said and written, I’m a great person, and it’s all for used, YOU!

Olivia Rodrigo - "Deja Vu" (Lyrics)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2VbR4W_wg4 💖