Mannie is my #1 that beautiful babe, some lots shorter and petite, her "The Flyer" I want some loving from her being here, she's so dear!

Once the utmost clairvoyance of previous "collapse" a bridge that this happened soon after randomwordgenerator.com made it happen: (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/06/12/us/i-95-collapse-philadelphia-commute.html), and then to my “Elegance” (http://www.alwayschillen.com/elegance.htm) story—my best short story—oh-la-la describing a woman’s morning “Beauty” (http://www.alwayschillen.com/beauty.htm) routine—my prose and poetry—to be seen as per your on-screen vision and my Nuclear Fission (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2023/06/10/tranny-transmission-nuclear-fission-nissan-sentra-se/)

Anyways, my shaden formost laid-then, and when, I knew I found my number, the one hunny-bun

Lets see- it’s the Leslie lazy, her a sound sleeper, Churches “Steeple” made of steel, and dealered at where but Staples—in my left hip—so suddenly being abrupt at the absurd Shirley going to Temple, when her a Jew—at a Catholic School—Goodman’s thank you bringing about artistic jazz guitar and keyboard of Ben Good-men, in the trench-coat once again, he was once my good friend, but Alas, we have a broad shaking her ass, walking gentle footsteps, again, and when she’s walking ahead with some serious CLASS, then dismissed when at Saint John’s we us buoyant boys—had no girls to kiss—some pretty as Mrs. Linquist who I miss, her a bunch, and once having had a hunch, like a hunter, her complaining about my selfless staring (butt-wise) her having cared, enough to have shared, “Wayne your son keeps complimenting my exterior!”—I say, amphigory comments should be ignored, otherwise women can be such clutches, such and suches—I want the smooches!

Washed away with cash-marks being coming and astray—a straw or rolled $20 bill—you crush the pill of David’s “Oxy”—the automotive JUNKS and unattractive, the scum of the Earth—who have multiple babies, says he and she, all for the money in paltry checks to last the month—toast and water, a feeble poor-people kind of lunch, munched in a bunch with what cash is spent on scummy Crack, and cocaine, month after month—the missing and loose teeth—have that with Kool-Aid Juice and State Vodka, listen to terrestrial radio, coming in crummy and fuzzy—Blacks fear the P.D. “Fuzz” on the radio band for official duties of the armed officers, pumping weights at the gym, the Curls with each arm and rowing machines, and running—a la Treadmill—I had my fill with 90 minutes each night, next to my University, trudging and exploring auditory fantasies but sweaty 90 minutes—drained—and time to leave the WSU Gym, going home to my Chandler Gardens, eating plenty of protein and oh the “heaven/hell” of Islam, that, well I didn’t read The Qur’an—when way back when walking and stalking while talking on the phone to my (still is...) numbero Uno’s that Mannie again, here’s her when before I bought her a gel-pen to sing the Spanish I — that I had to withdraw from, she was a “hun” to me, coming around her spot at The Dorms—yeah she’s The One for me, my Mannie, full of love, that good ol’ Fun & Loving her my #1!

That’s Samantha! 💋😍😘