A streamy dreamy river's running a piece on "A Current Affair" fair and well, a Welch's jelly on toast, the most moist bread instead!

With the what’s of happenings, and carkeys jingle-jangle at a 90* angle emancipated to proclaim lain like a childhood prodigy who solves equations with elation and great glee—glad to meet you, atop a track-meet at a Christian High School, the SAT’s, and my Saint John’s Class of 2000—now foreign bunches of professionals with valuable possessions and married with (what I heard...) Islamic flavor of the in-bed capers of captain bum’s alteration to be Taint’ed by the married ones, yeah I heard most of my classmates were married and praising Allah with what tight spot but a wife’s plot!

And coming not one time- but twice, I think is nice, for a slipped split-up’s with the seated sit-up’s at you and I like it ROUGH and TOUGH, through the 802.11 “Router” of women smiling with their male peers, that winning one’s heart and special spot(s)

Good shot Brother Mann from a domestic distrust of my millions aside a “Trust Fund” which I used, just for FUN, with my #1 “Bestie Dan Besse” swiffering, smelling drift of the flowers in his almighty maybe power of over my $$,$$$,$$$ which I can’t stop smiling—the money I’ve made and the absence of getting laid, to be delighted on-screen, lubes obseen, deck-side and I take it in stride—the corrupt politicking when I quench the lick of my buttery lips, so smooth with The Movement—me hoping to buy a house on the same street as my loving and lovely, Mom and Dad—such a great overpowering attraction to this finded and found Marquis tombstone in the ground, my GRAMMY SOPHIE MARQUIS enjoying “the Afterlife” in Heaven, I’ve found as of Tantric happenings, me hoping to stay in the Big Bang accelerating while frantically savoring the flavor of a God (1/2) known in the Middle-Eastern EASTER, getting better and faltering none, with what within, and I with no sin, coming akin to the wavelengths of bereft Facebook: “Care” I’m full on top, my plentiful hair without any loss of teethed teetering—“My Teef”—now with what whitener in 2006, learned to live with the stains of cracked enamel—of my 2 official Aliases: "Jeff M" and "Jeffry" thanks to Dan, the man, he’s great we invested in all but $CAKE with the ache to take a long time rising 2021+ what’s the fuss?

I’m Sober and loving this lifestyle of writing notes so “wild” pattie-cake with a kiss on the lips, the girls with hips—my left hip was shattered into 7 pieces—thusly this I’m making a fist hearing the jerks screaming but not of themselves, they would have put my ashes (creamatorium) on a shelf, but NO- I ask that my ashes be spread in the Holiest really real “Realm” of Heaven-Sent, Israel, sprinkled there as FB: “Care” again, when I win the race of SpaceX—I said to Elon, “Space-E” unlike Kevin S. the criminal, I thought of Ecstasy to be prayed for in what but SPACE of X, Inc. and that jerk "Xi" I was seeing the Russian “Z” on tanks, that thanks to Mom and Dad ((( I LOVE YOU, BOTH !!!!! ))) and Justine my gave me my fave-o RITE girlfriend, all night long, her with underwearing a sing-song throughout thong of Viccy’s Secret—kept held close along the bright walking strides of the clock being a “Time-X” wristwatch with my Dr. Squatch luxury, designer soap sudsy advertises on T-V-  when the shower treats me sour and being unsteady (TBI) paralyzed left side of my body, my booty muscular, not too Shabby—way to go Ally and resident Mrs. Castronovos—she’s my friend on F-B- with what mental—and her totally sharded up arms—with what but her “cutting” and perusing the spill of the thrill to see a red fluid, drained from the body, as sad as November 2nd, 2004—in the rain with whet your tongue on the I’ve got to believe I’m alive when I thrive through such-and-suck this enamored TEXT...

SOME JERK DISABLED TEXT-MESSAGING ON MY BADLY HACKED CELLPHONE!