My www.wrxtbi.com about my injured brain and many injuries in 2004, this when, I WAS "SET-UP" !!!!! IT WAS ALL "A SET-UP" www.wrxtbi.com I DISDAIN MY ENEMIES!

Tickle to tick-talk the roundabout circle-swinging sided with the largest Clock like Big Ben, and when, and how, I bow to God and Dad and Mom, thinking so long, do I want to stay alive? I think about war and I’m waiting for the “Light me up, Light me up” (BIAMA) my TBI group of yesterday’s long years-forlorn but living at home and dining so exquisite—I delivered shrimp salads to my parents—now they pay $20,000/mo. “Rent”-ed runts of www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm as we sway on, so long are the nights of me when, so such so lightly “nocturnal” when I find peace in the quiet, dark world, with XM Radio!  And hey ya know, what’s up with the wacky antics of the fucks here at “Averte” once again “sway” when it’s time to get the lay’s potatao chips, misstepped awkward hips, with sealed lips, squirted on a rag—some Varnish—exhaust pipe wheels on tar- the exhaust is TAR-nished and nixed when ‘a’ riding dirty, all for the life of a Boulevard Tramp crashed—shoulda taken an off-ramp that “Silly Ho”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aDMbC2SlxU

Pull the “Shades” on The Palisades of paradise where everything nice, sweet, to be greeted by some more of Ahab and Allah at Alcoholics Anonymous, cantanker-ed when while Wed to a beautiful Bride, that is said, to, “I DO!” by a mysterious Minister—what happened to Rev. Jim Chase???—he’s in-hiding by my own intuition on my Mission to Mars—I don’t set foot in them “Bars” for years of diligence, irrelevantly, where I be, wondering why so many new friends on Facebook?  And have I been “hooked” ???

I’m into the this household writing all-nighting not drowsy succumbed to sleep—with a wink-eye despised—so SURPRISE!

See this "Shade" on a Memorial Day with little time left, a pitched "cleft" showered for cleanliness orchestrated, MY WRITING POWERS!

Parched pavement and the Missus well-laid when back-door ended-see, oh do it again and again, if that’s possible with your hickory stick, a la that Popsicle—and suckled something kinky—she even used her Pinky!

My wrists jotting poetry/prose of stay away from the asshole-shit conspiracy to make a "FAGGOT" be NOT-ME !!!!!

Some Calmed senses piqued all week long, that, or (...) an Audi sitting parked Parker where the car-fan “clout” be... my Chick-a-dee when we what once thought we’d see, us two making a FAMILY—but forlorn as the masturbatory habit engulfed too more of the much mucho hifalutin “Playboy” of course, I could have sworn you’d be “A Playa” now looking to seminal complacency where the underwear be filled a-floated with a motorboat... OR, we can implore to put one’s hand fully faded—let’s get Jacked N’ Jaded—call me “Most_Hated” but then halted at fault of that man, what’s his name, Walter? when out to eat a treat of chocolate cream-pie, the waiter, he faltered—fallen down after tripping on a ladies wedding gown, with a crown like Princess Diet Cola—ewww, warm soda!

Notably disgusted, and I to the “me” you trusted, with a broken hag on the rag of plain pasta and Parmesean, the cheese, “I’ll have a seconds scoops, if you please!”

Mr. Cooper and Jackie Miller—them both suffice with a lot of “Filler” in conversational waves (Sine) when I sigh at the lightened up and lit up phat, small circle of readers I have here—short bearded and going without (sufficing) suffocate-ing at the evening now late-ing the bedtime of a broad slinked down with what fine wine—I do alright without—so stop the stomping of grapes the ABV % is too high or too low, lab-tested, and the Best Did bestly bested with E.D. for sworn to be done with the drink and the puke in the sunken, stinkin’ ways of Tim Hays to throw summer such parties in his house (his parents on a vacation...) when the keg was pegged but all gone, so soon, too soon, smoking cigarettes outside, us all STARING AT THE MOON!

Stuck in traffic and Honking—it’s Willy (Man ‘o’ Mahoney) Wonka talking to himself about the many midgets—that’s what gets me—why are the Oompa Loompa’s not grown much at all, they’re short, so short and tiny, I be timing a retort for The Little Men, working again... like my shrunken legs and arms—far such longer than “Par” for the course of playing golf with a huge right arm, seen here:

Biologically and physically somehow bizarre and queer, my Mom said, “They’ll shrink you and the time is near!” or the time is Nigh as in that book, “Goodnight Goon!”

Soon sprocket licked a spun done liking the taste of an empty spoon—TOO POOR financially to groceries-shop—cashiers sweeping and weeping “Get the mop.”

Worn withered tube socks with what tons of tones and tunes, arriving momentarily—stupid advertisements, too many—on YouTube.com and always also my www.alwayschillen.com and www.wrxtbi.com—not to mention my http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com and this is getting too long now with what “Goon” references swept under the table, I love how Rich a.k.a. “Lowtax” is DEAD seeing his end, and when he had thousands of Followers, his friends, Mr. Kyanka done and dead—his “awful” something dot-com is no longer “going on”

DING DONG THE "S.A." WEBMASTER IS DEAD! 😢

I'm so proud—SEVEN YEARS SOBER! 💋

Sickly Sticken and blunted at the helm of Hamburger Helper for dinner (din-din) and ding when the Church in the ringeth of the bell, and The Holy Biblical at upon a so-said “Elf on the Shelf” seeking shelter like Helen Keller—sweltered on the Weather—with its own Channel apropos a tea-time television settled, and the Wild Westerners but Celebrating Easter, that the yeast, for more, what you have hidden away—fixed on another day of Monistat or sum shit—this my rift and a six-shooter—“Take out the negroe looter!”—benches in the park but littered, come hither critter called up on the phone, come here for a $BONE and snack “Sauced Splitters” the gulpers... the spitters... *gumbo* a Rifle sounds The Bible when what to think, get aside that last-long lonely drunky drink, POUR IT DOWN THE *TOILET* with a hiccup-hiccup, wifey a C-cup size surprise for show, at sundown with a catty Clown with a hint of a frown, what over “SPILT MILK” in conjugated conjunction of a new Mom’s boobs—both of them, with twins—I see you!

Abbie Vie who?

Valedictorian engulfed with the huff and exhale of snorting model-glue, oh boo! who knees you? and down there where you belong, fallen down front steps, easy-peasy please rescue me of such hurting injuries, my left leg, my back, and be what BRAIN, it needs no refrain, but not yet awaiting a Grave... of circumstances, the ladies do their dances, subsiding South on THE POLE!

Polo Blue, found at Filene’s, sniff the whiff of who, I am me dancing like a fairy, the pretty scent of a pussies’ posies petals, jammed on the gas—of out the 4SS—my last lass of the worker’s week, little black dress looking fine and sweaty, so needy, come feed me more lobster tails as I come thick or thin, thick or thin, the sight being within and unto my sin, your sin, I’m sick of the kind face folly of what follicles fed Fancy Feast eggs and embroy’s YO! your nose, picked and in working order—we’ve got a cocaine snorter on the primacies—his name is Peter M. and he’s one of my “Averte” enemies, who he always yells and screams, that depleted and deleted himself, so much drugging—look at him and wonder—what’s left but a skeletal male of him a crack-head, and his meth... Meh Meh Meh, he didn’t pass the “Friendship Test” then punching me—I called the cops on him one time, and I called the cops on the old chef Ernie... one time “Only...”

NINE INCH NAILS “ONLY” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwvLlEtxX3o

CLICK THE LETTER SUFFICE TO SWELTER — for a "switch-a-roo"

Forseen summer glances put me in trances, trickling FreeBSD’s “Linux Kernel” oh for sure- for you, when you’ll, find the suspender’s pencil on the Tip, with a candle lit!

Sweaty scene shades of pansies ’n’ pants-less sketched, but betwixt upon the Verve to coast and swerve when given a mention, so say it all and say it aloud, “Brethren Brother Justin to the J.A.M. with a possible N for when we be jamming away on the Bongos in the Cocoons ratty Raccoons!

Cradled and Crafty where the window’s once read, “95” so look alive, like me, peacefully and pleasant to be as I am—I’m studying for a test—I gotta cram!

A sprinkled foreign “Gram” of what drug for a null junker, for a pick me uppers!  I say it so, “A nigga gotta eat!” no shoes on their feeble feet, with a crappy poor people sandwich to eat and slovenly, not ever so “Neat.”

Bring me meat to eat—I just had a lobster tail here at “Averte”—who—well they know how to feed me and my need to breed but only on-screen, the videos here- in-between the sheets on a bed, so we have, “Bed Head!” And piggy peanut butter spread on white-sliced price of paid price, bread, and instead, it has all been already “Said” — spraying weeds with RoundUp “paid price” legal fees to suffice, bread on rice ^__^ kekeke

ASIAN POWER! HI-YA “KARATE KICK” HI-YA “DRAGON PUNCH” GO ASIANS!

lol ^__^ kekeke lol

Got an itch to scratch, you bitch- somewhere in your savory place

Sweating heathens with the Health Club fanatics, alacratic needs of these treadmill machines, build high-voltage especially escapes the Fatties—staying home and pinching a loaf on the commode (i.e. “The Throne”) of one’s neat arrangement, when sent to “Fat Camp” of healthy eating small meals a few times a day—chubbies’ boys and girls—rice pudding swirled as-semblance a Party to dance, partnered up with a Guppie, a cream-pie would suffice but not today of old, the exercise equipment, either thrown away or sold on Facebook Marketplace—that’s the ringing to profit place, believe it or not, Facebook has some satellites in space, with data-transfers taking place, ABOVE, IN THE UNIVERSE- it not conquered as of yet, Earth is best, big boobies shaded dress on that bright carpet—in bright red—pret-a-porte instead, that’s “Ready To Wear” without a care at a nudie swell beach, showing it in silence, but the waves, jiggle jiggle, tickle tickle, oh not now baby!

Besides, I’m out of reach, when, then, and now—we’re at the beach- Rick James, him beseeched! Or to be “searched” on Google with my many memories and references to you-know-who... oh you too! I haven't forgotten about you! 👦

Rest In Peace, Ripley! 👻

I also write on my www.jeffreymarquis.com for you, to get your fill, the S-word is mightier than ten short-y Asians!

Staffers advert in their ways of Waxy Maize and tip-top 100% Tests of the mixed-race colloquialisms—guessed jeans soaked in Elm tree Sap so sudsy and comeuppance “Krusty” when only then Narrator reading Rated “R” (for Restricted) movie about ho hum Hillbillies sipping shots of Moonshine and shown, alone, along at the Saloon—minty fresh Mannie freshened shining brightly that the might, maybe, her and me, we’ll see, but not her older sis—talk about my wrist and makeing a longer finest First-up “FIST BUN”—that—OOPSIE I meant to write “The Alphabet, Inc.” foaming MyPillow still and mellowed out—what was the limit of posts with the most delight—no Bud—no Menthol—shower every other day I sit, I sway, To The Tunes sworn and sometimes rude of the Arisen Biggie Smalls the creeper of the utmost, him playing Hostesses for some quick backside bumping sorta “Action” and cut the scene short as the belt comes off below, for us to know, to grow... all for “Show” but I’ve got to GO! LISTEN TO ROLLING STONE GAVE THIS DEFTONES ALBUM *FIVE STARS*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsFufXQX8P0

Get your mind out of the gutter... now onto other things: my valuable trading cards and comics I hold, as I'm coming with hearts for my Readers! 😍

54321-0

The baseball pitched with catching fish in a mitt, me so SMITTEN—yeah the Smithereens remain yet to be un-seen, chopped out spleen making me- so utmost busy all week-long of lusting my thrived and bereaved thrusting, heavy fisted, thanking the <>< in the see me do the dancing of lingo acceleration so long ago, you know... my sports car driven drunkard-lily sarcastic alleviated pain, oh the pain, and the frumpy no-no sadness, but I wasn’t necessarily “The Baddest Buddy of mine” shifted sweltered swine, I’ve never thrown-up, cookies tossed, lip gloss, all around the brim of a beer—and to for-go drinking moldy grapes like a Wine-O—although, that, although maybe once or twice I bought Brandy at the liquor’s request, this because I shower with Zesty ancestry of drunken G.-family relatives, one died young, a tragic suicide, probably hung, himself, of his opiate-encrusted suicide—I don’t take any pride in his incertitude the heroin-tracks on his arms, I stupidly caused his family and friends some verbal animosity, where but my http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com I minced words, mixed with mean-ness for putting me in danger, danger, danger, Dave the drunkly when piloting a vehicle (thriving) subsiding the subscription’s (and my) arrogance—I blame Lance, the cheater—better than an undershirt, yes “A Wife Beater” of beans and scratch, yeah put on that SOBER face while dancing in space, the static-blur of words misspoken and the tobacco “Token” tip-top and yellow flip-flops, or Gucci’s “Reebox” or “Nickeys” do you succeed, if you keep a “joint” of what weed (not seeded) for a special occasion, when entranced, that, again, it was Lance of WSU’s accredited football team and Mannie being thrown in the air, that her so lightweight linear, Mannie, a Fancy Dearest, chest, and a Rack ‘Em Up, we’re going for a ride to spiritedly spread the STRAIGHT PRIDE, awaiting a wife with my ho-hum wishes so fantastical "Tical" of a Methodical Man "Da Meff" listen: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=7k3phZ9--Dc "What's that ish you niggas smoking?" I haven't had a cigarette in a couple years, or any THC (!!!!!) SOBER 2016 !!!!! Although I have a tiny pipe and Bugler, oh well, it's very little amounts of tobacco and not often at all...

Impaired Imprecision Inscription Online, Very Fine

My inscissions in TBI “Sugary” the many Good Sir’s plethora of Ariel, Allah’s critique electrified TASTER-TASTER-TASTER at the neighborhood alley-way bars on the same street, to meet, one another lover and have a night on High Hill Avenue, all for used. Pu$$y aside my wallet holds firm, and pulling an earthworm into two separate pieces, do you remember that???

Looking under rocks and Fruity Pebbles, like the “MMJ PEBBLES” tiny bits of bud all crushed up — I miss the MMJ from some years past, allowed of my being in the parent-supervision to stay on the front steps and not drive when I was often “Medicated” and so elated to be Eloping, there please contact me Elon important medicines of so long ago... 2004, November 2nd — my life changed!

And the oil in the car was pretty recently inspected ( and replaced, detected with the older oil/lube! )

Automotive D.I.Y.

Why is the oil drilling in my gasoline tank fiddling with "The Pump" 87 in Octane *vroom-vroom*

Dance over there

Dan’s here

French Fitment

in the News

NO BREWS!

Applauded-

John Deere,

see it There,

Here, to go:

“For Show...” — http://www.jeffreymarquis.com

Sometimes I have to put it on in a FILL-UP for my PICK-UP what? a Truck V8 engine AWD lifted weights, containers Freights 'n' Flakes of snow, where, on the road, this manly knowledge of mine SOBER NO WINE!!!!!

Bandits scrambled, and the eggs overeasy peasey please peruse perfectly and ALT a-lit when all the times, Arisen like a red rose in the seasons, suns sets evens The Heathens and Heather with a KNITTED-  a rip in a keepsake flannel, ahem, long-sleeve at the premises when you get the super splurge to take a kooky drink and pour it out in the sink, and sour sodden sordid surely pour a glass of water (XOXO) to rehydrate the marinade of blood plasma swirling about the arteries and the neighbor never complained about the trees... my “trees” to make what-more of this eye-sore snoring snorting snouted loudmouthed cruddy shodden typing, so wish me wonderful to get that smell, that dentist drill-ow and ouch, I slouch with a bit of a belly, sounding fishy, that's what's smelly, like lobster dunked, I want a bra to be a proverbial piece of ass, but Alas, I'm totally hetero-sexual after an experience with an abusive and "Homo" teacher- he reached out with my illicit-substances non-prescription and no opiates, he reached out, and I reached my fist in a cruddy crevice, that evil, evil gay homosexual teacher I had at Saint John's High School

Each day I was much younger, not a gay bone in my body, until he raped me with penetration, what contemplation- now seeing that there's no excuse, for him ON-THE-LOOSE, teaching at another Catholic High School with some females being par(t) of the student-body, that my body was taken over by this commanding gay man, forced to stand nude, not have clothes on, no condom I never carried a Rubber in my reachable trusty car driving far and away, that, Anyways, let's see this 'n' that with a tit for tat... And ohhh a TATTOO, one for me and one for you out there on your pooched-belly FAT these heavyweights steal the show, and let me tell, you, who, you, aught to get "in the know" about how I was sexually abused with drugs provided by an older man, who, you should know, he was MY HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHER! wearing cock-rings and penis-glitter to school!

https://www.ebay.com/itm/394233491262

I’m OUTTIE $69,044.77 my thousands of Bitcoins lol $69k each with in reach for a peach, to eat at the Beached Whale, wow setters setting the seeing sand so shiny, skin scraped, and Construction of a mate ( on a screen somewhere, not here! )

I’m OUTTIE #5000

Stay tuned!

Announcement pronouns to me and my Stocks, my Dad took: some of many moon-juice much like MUCHO stocks: https://seekingalpha.com/account/portfolio/summary?portfolioId=61281262

Moon cow cattle to get addled with what one’s “Noodle”

and a whiff of doo-doo, keep it plain, sniffing with disdain

Seated solitary of a shared tushie toilet pierced, so darned finished my plight for the night, with the booty-shakers:

Sprinkle, shuffled

Stay tuned!

MY SOBER 2016+ THEIR SUBJECTIVES AND/OR INTROSPECTIVE INVESTMENTS ELABORATED...

Advancing first #1 a wound wooden boundary to dance up 'n' down...

‘Bout it- ‘Bout it- ‘Bout it-

Booty buns arduously showered

No time like the presents of XMAS

Of one another, therefor asunder-

Pirates plumbers- with their numbers

And onto, the IT

Hoo Dee Who?

If you know...

Altered steaks, BBQ shakes- of onto, the IT

thinking nothing of ambiguous Performance

Perchance adrift ass under, to the PLUNDER

Ain’t that a catch?

To be phrased and tried ’n’ true well raised-

of one’s Mum, of one’s Pops—the perfect pair

Scented smells of ambient exhaust clouds

Scotty caught a cold, and I’m old, to you all know I’m not sick (!!!) I love me...

with Sickle Self!

When once a-bouce lifting pounds of 45-plates

MOM AND DAD AND DAN, IT HAPPENED MOMENTS AGO WITH $CAKE 1073 immediately to 1079 show me some more of them green-bars!

Wealthy on-track trickle-trickle-trickle a la The "Amazon"

No panicking to attack,

And riffing, stockings

oh livened loudly- for me

Swinging successfully

when alone and phoned

Calling creatures-

Gonna beseech ya!

Next week Elderly

singing surely when

and that about Zen

Planned Visitation

“USA Nation”, almighty

so net to the dunk

and "Alrighty... then"

Entropied tusks and

...Truck, oh the luck

at whatnot endearment

Pave it with some cement

Then you're spent $$$.$$

Dressed to the Tees?

Oh you cheese...

Perchance, she did

he did, Dance all night

Love don’t give a fight

Almighty, “All Right Then Then”

asdf lol jk ^__^ kekeke