Eyes wide “Shut your Mouth”

Upon arrival of [ The Messenger ]

Eyes of The Disciple but dis -ur- spected by the Bedlam, Rusty Jones, when it goes, flossed in minty flavor, whoest be the Holiest Savior? (with Jesus out the door, read about “Parthenogenesis” and the regularity of “virgin-birth”) and do it in the better butter of Betty Botter — ask Deborah Marquis, my Mom, for a lot of fun ’n’ good times nearest and meandering- counterbalancing the computer laptops, of mine, my 3 dot-com’s and 2 writing blogs-  and Tranquil to the Stars allowances, creeping great creation, in this my USA Nation!

Becrept be kin and be-est beckoning shrouded still, and still, I want more friends, God please, God, and Google, give me more friends!

Arriving upon the Destination: a Doctor’s hands in the O.R. that well, or it could be the zest of flaky goodness through and through, with the human SHIFT, upon the founded freedom of not having to worship God—Righteous non-believers ask Justin Bieber when on-board to take the gravity train- holding us to the ground beneathe and breathing life into a choking man or woman, in a restaurant heaving and ho-ing, down the wrong pipe, separate from my trivial amount of smoking my 4” end-pipe, a Doctor said to me wasn’t a big deal, but the Choke (a book by Chuck Palahnuik), in the neck of a swallowed vocal accord—albeit a Honda—have a bright light to driving with day-light savings, the flash-roids of winter coming quick, pick up sticks scattered across the lawn, pretty pond I’ve lived on and is my real home (Charlton, MASS) always having attended Church on Sunday Morning—Holy—although Jesus Christ, a simple “Virgin Birth” (Parthenogenesis in Science) — it’s a hardcore disbelief as with him I have set a great example of writing on exams in Psychology I with Dr. Scruggs, plenty of hugs, ignoring the other students, wholeheartedly <3 when oncoming to the []Deace of buttered buns, all for used, hun, this is me all me all me writing so ripe and ready for a paradigm shift, seeing thanks and thankful, for linking my prose, I do know-s knowest the Crest Cavity of a sugar-sauce E. Pluribus Unum to pick a number when one lays still moaning from what-UNDER a calf and the Mom’s udder, of watering flowers—my writing POWERS of harnessing readers and leaders of the world—Indian and American’s—how many of the Mexican’s are set to stay, Domestic and passive

This when “God” is on the one-dollar bill, and thanks to the truth I have been lucky enough to know Mr. Booth maybe mad at me now—done-up “crypto” with Dan’s sign, “OH NO!” then being tricked into things of thinking it had “crashed” that what’s this line and word being the citizens of the United States of Americans and God, holds true with www.HannahHouse.Net with lions at the Zoo and Lunar LANDER’s in the black brain of...

Colonel Sanders!

*****The Yom Kippur***** being yummy, and a Kitty with a Ball of Yarn~

Often others hitch and hover, to shovel a “Dam” or saucy sucker, vacuum on vacation, to Praise The Nation USA #1 in 30 trillions of dollars spent, now The National Debt unfolded, unflopped into a pouffy top of the CAPITOL HILL—marched men wearing squeeze into the Soul Train of bleak morbidity, a kind of pleasantry to ease “The Load”—when such as swimmers sea-quined bathing-tubes and OH SO RUDE!

Ease up in leaps to pique a prude in a hoodie, belligerent swap ’n’ ping (???) on the Deodorant, swayed swipes of CC#’s and wearing Red, White, and Blue typed “STRIPES” flexes the arm’s bicep muscle—look at Vin Diesel’s “Pipes”—to take a pull take a puff and when you’ve had enough, inhalants, Queen Ant and Soldier Rat- to tie a shoulda go with OOFOS missing laces—this too, tied in two, no bow and hoops, oh woops, oh them Wop’s Guinea pigs eating Newton, Figs, go figure out my words along a “String” hear them sign the sweet notes and sung, a package, and hung like a—got Junk in the Trunk? Kindle “Jinx” on audiobook undisturbed and unfounded, raw meat and pounded...

What-so to make of this mess in a sequined pink dress of Barbie whose man is Ken-neither Cole of stuffed STALKERS, the creeps with their crepes oh crap—I’ve been called a “Creeper” but NEVER a bellowed weakening gaze clouded and salted on a piece of pizza and/or Pretzels—never my choice to chew the “chaw”—sans gums gone raw and wavy it’s little miss Davey from DAN-vers, saying it with my coiled voice—when used a Voucher troubled “Snatch-er” drinking Apple Snapple on the computer-machine ,

My keystrokes so fine, without any alcohol of Red, Red Wine, of “Breeder’s Digest” with a gulp and a tussle of them intimidated musculature with superb curbs... When a Walker is required tromping the turns with the freedom of Footsie and Tootsie rolling wheels on them Walker (Dr. Bob of Creative Witting at WSU) creature comfort forlorn, my pages scorned to the Garage—of what Garbage?—want Cabbage?—an Irish feast of spicy sausage and stormy soup, when the “Hennessy” Hen messy, it flew the “coop”—oh shit! but serenity of when once I hit it ’n’ quit the drinking of ZERO ALCOHOL for more years than an iron-clad fist can muster! Daddy Dead Dearest, he’s missed the point, he was locked into “the joint” when people having had reason The Family Treason—to think—someone has screwed up worse than I, so being so glad—he was a faulty member of . . . oh hmmm about this, Mr. Deeds—the movie’s title reads a nasty burn, let the legs in the air, me pretending there was no body hair—brownish eyed and stared at the stairway to Descent with that funny sorta smell in the air, computing yum call it “soil” with no care, this when unraveling a real “REALM OF HELL!”

Take it to the Bank,

Disgusting John, to

SPANKS for fucking me! 💩

Sweetie and Sweaty, a Towel of The Hour

When so to Thank You to Thank with a Wink and a Wank 

Bar “maid” enslaved, and smooth shaven,

To One Grave, and A Marvel...

Masterpiece etched, simple sketch anyone can do Brother you who may come due... "Well, That's just, like, your opinion, man"...

Mickey Mantle, and Miss Gentile,

That’s Gen-TILLY, and Off the easy

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On the brandy, and Bankers Baking

Hundred $1’s, and Kindred Southern

Squirt of mustard, and $CAKE oh well

Sniff the smell, and All Is Swell... 

VW “Beetle” Asleep, and I without rest -- see my chest??? damn near "Breasts" !!!!!

Funnin’ gunning the crochet gunner of Asunder to her mans,

Caked on the buttery buns, when about it he waves his hand

Acid raining upon the Stallion—Cleft Stallone, all alone- he is

With a whiff of creampuff more of that muffin top, stay afloat

Comet come closer and come right here, absolutely astout

Call it astounded, the rears’es gluteus maximus—rounded

Piece of a pent up peanut buttercup sort of butterfly, fly,

Zipped to the top of the tonsils, my lips are zipped shut

Ask me how I do this, when, expect a NULL kinda answer

Striding and smoothly sipping the nectar, maybe never...

Is the rinsed broccoli calling my writing, “Cacophany” ???

Yes and I think it is by a broad delight

I just might jest and flex my big chest!

The Hype Is Real

On an even keel

kneel and blow

About Shamu

winkle wrinkle do...

Or Not, on the [Block]

Soundful Rousing of a Rooster’s Vocal Wavelengths and the Dove Soap

Diluted Dials of radicals’ radiance upon such as certain precepts—dispensed Soda-Pops and alternating ones white socks, left to right and pulled up so tight—from the stirrups, with hiccups double-B’s to wash and squeeze—alongside the breeze and Febreze, so surely Almighty I take the waiter’s tick-tacks of the utmost and liberal slayers padded pancakes of Skippy and Jeff with whipped cream and chocolate, taken the Tokens, what of?  Oh the “Dove” Justine’s washed face clear ’n’ clean of pimples as with zero blemishes, and I a hero, brandishing her sticky bits of them 2 pink lemonade sips, prudently putting on Chapstick when I would likely smudge her facial features, chatty "Chanel" please, when she was parting a-ways as per her parents iffy jiffy Jeffrey of me... drinking suds at midnight solstice with $20’s and tons of roses, for her Mom, well usually, yeah me, bringing her a rose or a dozen or six-pence something something, you get nothing but a swift kick in the Passengers Seat, Justine, eat your and my... meat, berated, tats inflated to tickle a picked pen or pencil, as per “my roses in prose”, and in an Amateur sort-of-way

All I want to do is it, this, and all I want—all me wants—is you! 💖

I am Decided With What Waffle?

Addle the hassles of a housewife’s delights of fine cutlery when shredded the paper "bills", that is of His to the his of his own, and wearing a Crowne Royale, listened to “Seether” like see it there? of what and when, I still haven’t received my $250 gold Mont Blanc PEN that the jerks here don’t often give me my mail, me a male—ordering off Amazon (I have Stocks in, so and so) the Designer’s dia-graphic camisoles some Sun, the one, I have a brother named Justin who is an artist with a penned pencil of etching a unique “Sig” his nature of living with cats and smoking phat bowls of summa dat “Purp”—my little Brother who’s younger than me by 3.5 years, I plainly and pleasantly want to hear from him, much more, by way of phone or online, this when he was nicknamed “Piggy”—and now he drinks the most sour wines from the country of Sicily or somewhere fancy like that, Burberry Plaid shorts stolen from me here, and ripped, without the Dip of a doggie named Ripley (R.I.P.) my brother Justin played with and my girlfriend Justine made me eat a bite off of a tiny Milk-Bone, uptown, the girls with their names like “Cassandra” missing her and mildly forceful- a kiss-kiss on the cheek...

So “Get Him To The Greek!” — I’ve been enslaved in the enclave all week and nimble, make it SIZZLE!

Hi Mom! 👀

The Whole Horde of Them

Quickly grab a pen and inkling of what a #2 pencil is to a Christmas “Stencil” of whitey-tightey sprinklings of aught-colored to beseech the benches by the beaches, Rex Sox (Boston’s) sided with the Bleachers whilst wandering with Eli Padded Lily of what one sea’s and ocean’s and SEEING when with a Tremble, a Tremor table-top disrupted, and confused, so now what ???

How about we hold onto the bountiful skies that tell me why, to wish upon a Southern Solstice 2-seater sporty kind of car—when it all works out, the joke is on you, the seemingly entranced bicyclist known as Fabulous Pants in the drawer when once washed and folded, curmudgeon, with “Chasing The Dragon” sitting and sifted through the smoke, I have spoke-n (them 52 Bicycle cards in a deck) including the Wild Joker dipping a chip in Mild Picante DIP, when and at where-other than a Summer’s Breeze getting in the Ways of waxy figurines, soft, them being...

That which have been contemplated completely and throughout, but I should watch my mouth and fingers-tips up top and in echoes of remnants washed all-shored—say hi to Pauline and Paul Marino—I know him, sat behind him in all of my classes and homeroom, the zone, picked up the things not belonging to me—sitting them gently resettled as per my purposes of leaving things neat and arranged when what one day when and whilst craving the enslavement of Chinese Kitty want a cookie?

barrel full of monkeys pecking at the keys

Of the saxophone notes when on a piano, I AM NOT PLAYING, I want the diner’s dishes well prempt and kept in the kitchen counterware of overalls when once a “Big E” sounds so small, of all exceptionally explicit lyrics, been on the shielded shelf—what’s up with oneself?  I’m bereft of hot babes and subject to 1% chocolate milk, so I’ll stay RIGHT WHERE I AM  when lending a hand to the political candidates but without any free-money to be spent, on Sally and Sandy, do you understand, where I AM KID(DING) Copernicus cleanly said the syllables of a drizzled drip-drop of Oh the rain! Oh the pleasure of pain!  needs not no refrain to “looking good but acting bad” with withered Krystle of the ECM party been years ago—a ways of accelerating all the way with Wayne my Dad and me hopefully making him oh-so PROUD—shrugged a puffy (diddy?) did he sort of cloud and walking after waking—Mom’s in the kitchen backing the snacking of her “baking” and Fall Season “Raking” of in the cash sorted in the Banks—Mother Dearest, well THANKS!

Subtle shade of shrouded shoulders hugged when once I’ve bugged Dan Bee about MY MONEY!

Continuing counting Cristo—and a snake known as “Monty”—yes, a Python—of ago, so long! A short entry and I have to go kick off dem boots, honking toots!

I really LOVE my Dad, Aunt Donna Donohue, Justine Aragona, and Brother Justin!

HAVE SOME BABIES BEEN BORN WITH MY STOLEN SPERM, OF THE I.C.U. in 2004 ?????

HAVE EVIL GIRLS HAD ABORTIONS WITH MY STOLEN SPERM ?????

Hmm, I'm being royally screwed over and I hope my $$,$$$,$$$ DAD HANDLES IT!

My Mom is so shitty to me, awful to me! just look at her bad faces when I take a picture of her! What is her problem? Is it the fact that I called the cops on heroin/drunk "Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave"? He killed himself BTW ha!

To be breaking it when on hold, I’m told, and awaiting discriminative Chef Jeff "plating" the food, this when I'm a pretty good person on prescription ANTI-SEIZURE MEDICATIONS!

Them fresh veggies on a vine, like my parents tomato plants by the beach (of Baker Pond) pepper sweet with steak—the meat, it’s all I eat—at a great weight but the prepared pasta with meatballs—at Colatina in town—me smiling I at it all of red sauce discrete and hollow but worn warm and toasty—breaded butter, NO WAY!—staying mostly low-carb to this very day and seemingly to be generally happy, for the most part, but no acrylic painting here, so no art and working at the art, started painting a kitten I want to name it “Cookies” oh please, I of “Averte” the $20k/mo. rent with maybe my Bitcoins (₿₿₿,₿₿₿) galore—I don’t need any more in TD Bank, with Dan to thank—I LOVE YOU DAN! having sent Aunt Sue a message then taken off by the corrupt and evil jerks on the web...

I SIGNED PAPERS WITH GOOGLE, APPLE, DELL, FACEBOOK, etc. “tech” companies for others to access and modify what about it, my enemies- they control my various pages online!

My parents forced me to, and my enemies, ALL TRICKED ME! 😜

Imbibe the exclamation and pointing Peter of Northern America! GO USA #1

Upon a smoker leaning on a tree—consult the 18 and older habit—Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” made into thrilling movies, alwayschillen about the Apartment here, free of beer and they don’t allow recreational chems, there used to be a resident in Depends boxers—of the occasional dental flossing of my Peroxide stained teeth, now getting veneers sometime soon—once my Wisdom’s are pulled out overnight proceed-ure in a real hospital, eventually giving my teeth freedom of crowding in my mouth, what about, say, veneers made of Ivory, white and clean, for all to see, begging on their knees, the needs of those who heed the warning or of global WARMing when the seeds of Planet URF’s recourse as a-standing loudly with Colonel Sanders of KFC—the chickens and BBQ sausages on the list to enliven thee, poetry/prose of the Pottery on one’s shelves above, like I ordered a VIVEK 2024 “Platinum” card with a minimal donation—friends with “Crypto” like me and my circle-side jerks here who they work a bit, can’t be too busy—I’ve never been a bus-boy—but Peter S. takes the bus without a fuss, and posting photos of his meals cooked and cooled and “plated” so nicely—Peter L Sargent—you’re okay with me and sorry about Laurie, she wasn’t there, but getting her on the phone at TSP

She didn’t panic and she assured me she would reverse the spurn burst of gay faggotry when Peter S. and I so pleasantly, to be, together we — THAT WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY TO ALL BUT LAURIE and me !!!!!

Then months later in a limousine my tendency of stability—my balance?—there was nothing financial about our 20 minutes of pairing and she had word from her husband, that it was okay to leisure me oh PLEASE the splendidly insummation of Sunday Service Rev. Jim Chase and Grammy, they look over me to cut out that gay shit, and that the once with a Jehovah’s Witness former-friend will be it- as I see FIT !!!!!

There was no “Crock of ‘IT’” and no inter-segregation!

Finishing candidly and one’s own handidly, do- that it was through and through never again to do, what we did, and then dining at The Sole Proprietor, liquid Squid’s Ink on Alaskan fish filets, the Sole Proprietor, never leaving me to be- with any dismay—I would leave $20 tips on $30 bills, and Bill’s birds photography—what a special man he’s turned out to be, all from a newly employed employee at my Dad’s company!

Check out the Biography piece I got an A- on in Creative Writing about "Bethany" 😋

From the utter mostly Chocolate MILK of the udders (and the others, my great millions of profits “crypto” alt-coins) when one more of the others, them people, simply stagnating my stay here at “Averte” 3.5 hours away from my “Health-Proxy” Mom and Dad with a “big up’s” to Aunt Donna Donohue <3 when working with my injured brain but recovered nearly all the way, of whence I make complete and total sense like the 1910 coin (hi O’Coin family) of my “Bethany” biography piece: 

www.alwayschillen.com/bethany.htm

which astounded the class I was given an A-/B+ for the content early on, and I cemented grounded here breathing in the soil of “Sands” as a devout Christian (but known to the rarity of “Parthenogenesis”) I dig the new couch here but creaky as they mess with me so awfully at “Averte”—I took off my 2 yellow LIVESTRONG bracelets, me still unsure why I have always—even more since he was “in on” the latest performance enhancing drugs—he was on the edge of cutting these advanced “technologies” like me in 2006 and 2007 with a myriad of sketchy “research chemicals” like IGF-1 LR3 I put in my neck, of the TBI, when, to be me, I would walk at the WSU track and me “tracking” Samantha “Mannie” Rotella that gorgeous queen, when now I mean, really, that would be so silly if she were an awful fatty—I hate fat people!—I have negative feels, towards the queers of this society, in that are so deviant and MAKING AN AUDACIOUS TRAVESTY, yes... of their family! 👎

(no title) well, okay a "little" title 👀

"When A One-Armed Bandit Stole My Bitcoin"

https://bitcoinnews.com/bitcoin-slot-machine/

Now onto me, I've stolen nothing!

http://www.alwayschillen.com/soliloquy001.htm

http://www.alwayschillen.com/soliloquy002/index.htm

and http://www.alwayschillen.com/soliloquy004.htm

B+/A- "Creative Writing" with Dr. Walker (R.I.P.) and an A- in Poetry II with Dr. Gibbs! 😇

"When A One-Armed Bandit Stole My Bitcoin"

My arms have been shrunk back to normal lengths!