Striding Copper Fox at Starbucks

one afternoon

My parents canceled all of my therapy appointments for the past 2 weeks, that everyone wants to know what I’ll write about next with a hexadecimal wrench on a 90-degree angle, spit and swim, want to know my “Vim” (I know what you’re thinking with eyes wide open there’s Gaza that’s Ga-ZA like Mellie Za of Register Magazine, on-cover, her “seen”...) her scene in a movie on a beach or a grassy knoll with cows and sheep eating grass—learned of me to realize the animal’s capacity of mammalian “reflexes” that come naturally—I know from Psychology I with Dr. Brandi Scruggs, me and her on a CLASS-Y date at The Sole Proprietor once I’d finished The Final Exam—the class would finish early, but not me, I would wait until the allotted time was reached, me in my seat, and writing on looseleaf, written papers’ pages at what we were in similar ages but being 40 years-old—NEWS: my car has been sold for $4500, that my Mom said I could have $3500 *shrug*

Playing on my laptop with things to see, pressing the keys so gently

Nothing is sticky, take a tacked post-it (directional)

Desicrated delinquent’s delicious bounty—rolled in

Cheerio’s my good matey, to think, once a Primate

Super-tastic with my spackled Speckles my reptile

Flaking out and with Reservations—at a restaurant

Aquatic scenery obscene with the fish laying their eggs

Parfait

Escargo

Salsa

Sardines

Guacamole

 — the Caviar!

No longer with what lazy-ness—the decline shuttups

Sit Up’s on my Decline Bench I try to do some nights

Getting me winded, I talk to Wendy (both of them)

Dancing fancy pants, take them back to T.J. Maxx

Shopping for UV lenses in a pair of spectacles

 — spectacular, my lizard Leopard Gecko: Speckles

Finery re-defined as a dearest desperate spoon

Cometh unto Mars with AOC—pretty she be . . .

Delightfully very pretty, that Alexandria on Occassion!

So Do You Have Rickets?? I have ROCKETS!

Testing, Testing 1 2 3 Testing, Testing 1 2 3

Sprockets packed with the finest little tinsel to splay the wares, where to go? Being bringing the of course, non-alcoholic wine, that’s fine, and subsequent to fray the floss of a mighty red lip gloss, clean and gleaming so ever so steeply luminous what the Cardinal Pink, it doesn’t stink—no in fact its flamboyant fragrances of fine trimmings all around, feet toughly trouncing the below, the low, so soundly solid—I drink the Oil of Olives—for real, its zero “carb” appeal, sinking the slurry liquid oil, the lubrication on the tongue, gulp, and then it’s done, and with to tell you, NOT FIBBING—I remember filling my mouth with the “Extra Virgin” olive oil, the freshest apple in the yard, and this Apple MacBook Pro—yeah it’s fast and yeah it’s quick, that the video I watch the most it’s thick, and I feel those lovey-dovey emotions of raw skin within, so Sultry, the breasts look lovely... I’m all about nipples, and have you ever heard of “Tribbing” ??? I forget what it is, this while it’s probably filthy!

Gritty Getty Gasoline—93 octane octangular with October’s silver grams—that’s in ounces, call it $23 per ounce I go through https://www.jmbullion.com for my precious metals, like flowers with easy ’n’ breezy bank robbers heisting gold bars—I have three—of 1 gram per bar, a tiny trinket like what I keep with me, a gram of Platinum or Palladium—I forget which it is—that Palladium was previously the most expensive but not anymore, I call upon the Senior Señor el capitan to take it to the can withstand massive amounts of $Bitcoin money, hunny bunny, perfected pieces of instantaneously calibrated computer mechanics, with a big shout-out to Israel and Palestine, they’re at it again

Like “Oh man!”

Christian Sands (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmcOFp5__jQ) when the oil be flowing, Trump’s “Drill Baby, DRILL!” And let the fossil fuel breathe, huffing Duster like Dave, no way-  as I pave my path with something to float on, like a Raft in the lovely locality of Charlton, MA with Mom and Dad and being of Baker Pond — so call the Baker and call THE BANKER, slim vim (my Portfolio: https://seekingalpha.com/account/portfolio/summary?portfolioId=61281262) CALL MY BROKER (D.B.) it’s him I want to see and feel his miraculous powers—candle-stick stocks for trading) on and off the “Label” of blue Johnny Walking waking and morning sunshine shaking hands with the wifey—maybe, what might be?—I think so as I snuggle up to one of my many Ho’s I knows I keep them handy with figures of granny panties showing lines, me so fine, and elated with the hockey puck, or me, the Honkey Fuck (!!!) sayeth the man of skin-tone darkness, to grab the harnessed energy of what-so is to be-  more modern day on a Monday, 24/7 slavery! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ2-SkLfldk) and sadly the African folk need to feed, need, mixed with 18th century drinking “Mead”—being an early alcohol... different from XXX “Moonshine” so fine, wheat and mixed in starch, like I was born in March #20 days into the first day of Springing into sunshine—forget I mentioned “Moonshine” for it was shown to me while it shone ever so bright, I saw the light of a need to get SOBER SINCE 2016!

Mom and Dad and others, I’m sorry I was a mean drunk—albeit I’ve always been a Hunk—summertime shucking corn on the Cobb (Tuning WRX) better be buttered, the old man stuttered while getting Welfare Assistance, and the insurance upon a junky old Oldsmobile that could use a tune-up, I say, when what are you doing today? That bright Southern Sun ( ) of who’s the junkie now? Don’t have a cow! buzzed haircut to timber those falling trees, D.’s knees doing push-up’s when what I say adds up, piddle paddle, hop in the saddle while feeling good...

It’s all good in the hood—but not Africa... Rev. A., yeah I don’t want my money feeding minorities except the Domestic dark skin, dark soul, drunk drank, now SOBER SINCE 2016! I’m so glad to say, because bringing in alcohol 2013 to 2015 that got old, and the drinks were someone’s times warm or cold, either way I’m sold, Soldier, (SOBER) to drink Diet Soda, my counterpart on the counter’s top OR in the refrigerator—1% chocolate milk—see ya later, go fitting into those jeans, fighting them up the legs, males have a “peg” on what of Peter, I didn’t let him smoke my reefer MMJ from NETA being now for DELIVERY—that would be one of my dreams—to have ample smokeable THC and CBD “Flower”—that green stuff, have it? I must first leave “Averte” where I am now and have been, call it here, call it my legitimate ownership, “John Deere” Stocks—I squawk and bullshit walks and I speak every day of thine week—with me fairly strong, but never singing a song...

I have this book here which I choose not to read it now—because I’m running a little late picking up The Qur’an I’m 7/10th’s into developing the vim to finish it!

I wrote this poem:

ConstantGardener

I drank the sea

I drank the sea

it did not stir

it did not spin

or send its white horses dancing

there was no spittle on its evolving tongue

its language was my own

its wandering was my own

we sat we rose 

      together

and by the shore we waved

by the shore we waved 

👋

Saint John's High School (Class of 2000)—let's go Pioneers!

Are you sitting, this when and while sifting through the air your taken a share of the fresh air, but not that stink, sipping blackly squid pro-quo-INK of a slinking soldier—a fatty soldier moreover—breathed and winded, to be not a damn thing rescinded, taken aback, setting a scene for hustle ’n’ bustle of the work-along darn panic attack, with a phat pouffy ass to smack, with a deep red mark of a handshake on that white skin—not a damn single Black in my kin—yeah worse than that, Dave smoking crack and the oh he loved this..., the brown sugar sludge, he liked it ooey-gooey fudge all up in his veins—talk about “Insured Insanity” lifted off from gravity to Heroin Heights (those HIGH heights) of Opiates—that oh no, he gets no donations from me—albeit maybe a ten or a twenty in dollar bill cents, cleaning up the delinquents, like Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave—I recall, the most hits of all my threads—pitiful parents and a dike sister—I laugh, so do you feel a draft? “Draught Beer”—I’M SOBER SINCE 2016!—the alcohol is evil disguised in a liquid, I already said, Pro-Poor-Quid—but what does it mean???

I’m a Textual Tranny Queenie- somewhat a meanie but with an obscene memory, seeking Camaraderie written lightly some days ago, found below...

Drag nets fishing on a phished Network of a good-with-math, kinda jerk—when it comes time for that, so aft, these playboy dot-com’s and a monthly fee, when I choose to be, and to stay, and to say, my Jehovah’s Witness friend Peter S.—he paid his churches $$.$$ to sign up for a hardcore porn website—laughing at him was a delight, and him swayed easily, in my car at night he was “Played” so easily, so-so easy for me, to also be with two of my teachers for hedwops, when I dug it digging it really lively—I’m Alive and telling my tale, that in several years now, I’ve had a zero-amount of Ale, seeing and setting sail—also no Tanning—me pale white skin, that white is the most important aspect of Mount Vesuvius and 4 Presidential USA faces carved into the hillside—I forget what that’s called—they’re all white—and you see the dismay, the fray, of African’s in their HIV/AIDS shitty land! To that and, and...

Jesus and Mama Theresa

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! These decrepit creepers done in-to their own sin found within their chocolate heritage, or the Chinks, winkie winks, methinks the Facebook folly of no longer only acceptance of dot-EDU email addresses—the danged minorities put in their measly existence of online equality and then them not making any sense or lol a measly dollar, THE SCAMMERS, damned doofuses get scammed—like me donating to Africa—oh I hate you dark-skinned sinngers not amused, the pulls and tugs, the online THUGS—deleted by me and what to see? what to think? They stink, Jamal and Tyrese, the creeps and creepers, me scared to put open my peepers, my online friends- my “peeps” when I take a penis-style piss, on a fat Chinese—white rice—birches trees yet to see the windy wilderness, as I sit on my couch, playing crotchet to the online debauchery—it takes all of me, and winded, my right arm grinded—what’s which the pretty girl tonight, I think I might- to be with one of these naked hoes, you the reader, you knows, what I’m talking ‘bout—slippery mouth and tongue, I’m hung like a horse, these online babes seeking thousands of cents—and later on the pretense of arranging “The Deal”—to pay for a meal, a burger and a side-salad, that’s it to addition of a misaligned Monday—who goes out on Mondays? (but the lushes) Viet-Vets not making sense and addicted to narcotics—the time of days and nights—without any “gack” or “yeyo”—oh I know enough to donate to churches—preparing meals with homeless appeal and/or workers laid off, that bless their families, they don’t pay for soap or groceries, I’ve yet to see a single soul and Black, slept wristed limp and fisted fisheries of New England lobsters—when will they provide that red-clawed dining, again, here my dear, at unto “Averte” in all sincerity, with welfare poors, fed assistance (U.S. Federal Assistance) of foods stamped with no evaporation-date, when, now, well it’s TOO LATE TO FILL THE PLATE!

Licensed metal characters on the back-side rear of a car, succumbing to police radar, on whatever public transit (think: road and/or highway) we’ll do this my way, without a shitty heap of junk, deceased body in the Trunk of a car or flatbed of a Truck, just my luck to be on the Net—not “lacking or without”, of definitely defined: BEREFT

Saintly succumbed to a Holy “Cuke”—a cucumber green and to be seen with (re)PRODUCE at Market Basket, finished a Flask I’ve had it with low-life drunks and drug-addicted punks!

I cheer on this beautiful America to continue siding with Israel -- Honestly and RAELLY!

Chest list coming lifted to the sprinter, Splinter at a fork in the road, hindless choad of Connie Chung the mammaries unhinged in this world we live in, of course with thanks to Mum ’n’ Pop paying a fair share of wealth to their great health—thanks to a book I bought them, because I want them to LIVELONG entitled (reading is a hassle) “Eat To Live”—like me years ago drinking Olive Oil (EVOO) and Lisa S. eating butter, what a bad idea on our accounts of generating new skin-cells (on their phones but post-poned and pro-bono, oh no!) to imbibe the healthy fats and why aren’t I allowed to take Fish Oils?

They were recommended for Traumatic Brain Injury, I learned in Health I, to help generate the “Myelin Sheath” on axons and dendrites—I remember reading about the brain—I remember it well!—on an auspicious generation of being graded with a B+ at Woo State, a satire, me without a car to kick its rear—TIRE—so shiny from the grease, and along the way, and recently, they put a CREASE on many pages of my favorite book, after marking pages with black messy ink!

“Averte” they get in my stuff to sabotage it and make me sad—that I’m not too sad—I thank my Dad!

And my Mom, too, its she who: brought me into the bright old world in 1982

She says to me, “I’m thankful for you!” having Recovered through and through, and previously shooting hoops with Dad, that we would always go out fishing on our pond we lived on the beachfront properties like an antiquated and vintage Boardwalk- do you see the salt? OF THE ENDLESS OCEAN? I think not... but fashioning a business from scratch—buying a building and profiting so dearly, oh ever so dearly!

Mom and Dad, I want you near to me!

I want to buy a house close-by to you!

A stone-throw away from Aunt Donna—Her too!

That would be so cool, this after attending Saint John’s High School, where I was the dude WITH A PLEASANT, AMIABLE ATTITUDE! yeah I was generally appreciated at “SJ” when I wouldn’t smoke but only very rarely— of a SOBER (as per my parents’ orders) so not much tobacco and mary-jane, when about half of my friends would be to smoke? YEAH, BUT RARELY!

“I’m Seeing Stars!”

Paul Oakenfold - Starry Eyed Surprise (Official Video) ft. Shifty ShellShock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7odMzSb6WUQ

My fans and “hits” are greasy and greedy, while I’m unsure of Mr. Deedy—why is he teaching even after what happened doing horrible things to me?

Gay FAGGOTS and bereft braggarts (“braggers”) looking elsewhere than what Peter paid thirty dollars of religious currency to sign up for “Brazzers”—what a fool—we hooked up on eachother, his soul, my soul, and soon after that 1 time, or twice?—am I recalling things nice? or NICELY? pen in the ink jar, you know, those little holders of, and if to shrink, how aughtright I am not to drink a sip, non-violent with a phat lip on the Curious-Tip being my abilities of memory and commotion, they’re startled from The Beginning of that bullshit nonsense, pre-tense pretended and secure, but hold the door or leave it unlocked—what oughtright discrepancy get’s the best ‘o’ me and delighted, pleasantries, smoke deez trees!

No THC in maybe 3 years, also not a sip of any beer

Cheer me on the forelong temptress of a canopy harness—like my Mr. Deedy, his place in Boston with A GAY SEX SWING! nailed to the roof and Saint John’s sitting there in Shrewsbury, MA—they were aloof of what he was like, enjoying the Seat on a Bike and a meal of Burger King, “Big Kahuna Burger” and E.D. “Tadalafil” medication, having been increased of my request—keeping real weight and bodyfat off my belly, medium-size, I see with double double vision. vision.

I hereby declare and decree: Peace in The Middle-East! =)

I have 5 Bitcoin t-shirts, one a polo, and I have a gold-filled Bitcoin pendant hanging from my neck -- ask me about MY TEN BITCOIN WALLETS AND MY TEN "ALIASES" public ledger, private ledger, Will, yeah I attended a $BTC conference online in 2005 and 2006, and I have read "Advanced Cryptography" 2001 and 2002, thanks Danny! =)

I am a Bitcoin "Whale" with so many Stocks as of 2013

SOBER since 2016!

Oh and I have a very large stack of Bitcoin Magazine from the #1 issue- all together, they're about a foot tall but most taken out of the plastic, and I would read about these seemingly worthless Bitcoins that I became an expert in- yeah and my parents and older stockbroker cousin Dan are angry with how I'm keeping over 50% of my 2013 investments worth some millions USD or many tens of millions of crisp dollars, and I hope and I pray to buy a house a really nice house and MARRY Justine Aragona -- she's special and I know from experience, she's the one connection to God I've known and loved since 2013 -- I'm not sure how many millions I'm valued at but, for an example, I have a huge mint comic book collection of vintage and #1 issues, along with a big card collection of Ted Williams, Michael Jordan, HOOPS, Topps, etc. but my parents are being stubborn about selling them for me, as well as "action figures" and various toys like vintage G.I. Joe's and Transformers, etc. of every "cool" toy -- I thank my parents for keeping and storing my collections of toys from the 1980's and 1990's!

Dan? Did you sell my massive collection of Bitcoins, Alt. Coins, at their peak? Reaching $69k I thought that was a good sign for my future with unaltered FEMALES ONLY!

I've been raped for several hours all over my entire body, by my Saint John's older druggie teacher my parents did something with the school and court, and THEY MAY HAVE GOTTEN A WHOLE LOT OF MONEY THEY HIDE FROM ME -- it was evil of the jerks who THEY CAUSED MY INJURIES -- they all screamed at me, "KILL YOURSELF FAGGOT BUTT BOY OF MR. DEEDY'S SEX... WE HAVE A BIG BLACK GAY GUY WHO'S GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON, WAITING FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, AND WE ALL MET HIM, HE'S IN THE JAIL-CELL WAITING FOR YOU WITH THE COPS' CARS ALL AROUND YOU RIGHT NOW, AND NONE OF US BELIEVE YOU WERE EVER RAPED, EVEN A LITTLE BIT, SO IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AND WE'RE GONNA WATCH YOU SQUIRM AND SCREAM!

They were all so happy and I was so scared! www.wrxtbi.com =(


Whatever, I'm a millionaire but I'll never use it with the current state of things with, you know, watch the news, it's what I've had my TV on 95% of the time for the past 4 years, this after I got wind of Chinese viruses in 2005 when I brought the article in the newspaper to my Minister -- people lie to me and I think he's still alive, but displeased that I've collected 70+ Sunday Service pamphlets and really cleaned up my act, scared to misbehave because I've been watched since 2005 and hate the jerks who made me so furious and deeply sad -- my parents should have helped me, I had the Alcoholism from a shitty, poor grandfather who no one really cared when he died, like I take pride in having tried to help DAVID PERRON WHEN NO ONE BELIEVED ME HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO KILLING HIMSELF! I talked to his parents, both of them, and they fucking said, "Dave is an ANGEL! and he's better than you!" Yeah I was advised to kill myself for telling Dave's guardians about his heroin, opiates, drinking, smoking, etc. habits as a father of 2 children from different mothers and only paying a little "Child Support" -- WHY WOULD HE GET 2 GIRLS PREGNANT? -- because of this, the American government would have paid him more Welfare *shrug*

I've known 3 heroin addicts and they've all ended their lives, but that's surely A.-okay because they're in Heaven with wings and halo's in the clouds, being so happy with God right now at this moment, and God loves junkies so much he provides them all the heroin they want, because GOD LOVES DRUG ADDICTS WHO OVERDOSE OR PURPOSELY TAKE THEIR LIVES, right ??? That's correct!

To What Is To Be Wed?

Not now—the day of October’s finest, but somehow and some way, together the bride and husband, they lay—like a 2 layer cake—I’ve had my share of shaking the Fallen Fall leaves (with my Charlton Federated Church)—it-so-all, and Leaves the raking to me and Dad and Mom, you’ll see with a leaf blower, going lower down the stairs along the hallway, it’s the heyday of nudes, you’re so prude as not to envision The “All” of God’s human creation, and then Evolution, hence “Eden” and slimy serpents—NO ONE’S WEARING ANY PANTS!

Like a flower, a Fig Leaf—go figure—lemme see the pistol—I missed her and “Hey Mister” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOEtZSqUSLo)

And so thusly with a tongue to twist, hun- move your hips while we Tango at the Discotheque with those thick thighs, thinking, dip your lips to kiss thine own precious chattels voluptuous with Botox they swell, being so svelte and it’s me, smelling like a rose—instead of a bright surprise to pass on the Bud Light, every night, with maybe a super sloshed and snobby Politician—Reagan drank probably mostly pure water (h2o) with a saucy so snide decried the Almighty dollar and Mr. Gorbachov with a tear in his eyes listening to Pink Floyd—the stinking division of “The Wall” on a Street so nice and neat and tidy, on the Senatorial donations, my own $$$, it might be—or actually, Well, it is of what to kiss those lips tongue in a twist—be it a broad getting close at The Sole Proprietor in Worcester, Massachusetts, the favorite (#1) of seafood and cabbage spouts, sprouting Daisy delivered in the December months of my previous time here on Earth, flowers arisen in the Month of March—M. 20th my Birthday, oh man, I’m getting on in years, that CoVid-19 didn’t bring much fear as when here, well I had my own apartment, a shard of the day well-spent retrieving delicious food—not near anyone else—I eat my meals from the Top Shelf, you readers of mine, so fine—call it the Counter near the mini-fridge filled with Soda Cream-Puffs and for tissue in the bathroom—one wish of mine, divine in beauty, with a bootie, so boo-hoo I’m sad, I’m madly dashing delectable of well, this mother currently, she has given birth—not that I had access to her ephemeral fine physique, I see her during the week, but she works early, thus then SURELY absurely sure did, absolutely of whatever on-coming Clout on a clowdy day, what the hey? Ask MY NEWEST RING-TONE:

https://listenonrepeat.com/?v=ZSbsZdSPIu8#Samsung_Circus_Alarm_(Extended_loop) — the Clowns today’s of only me calling Mommy I’m her “Hunny Bunny” on led away (astray) with my views being “Skewed”—meant to bake the sworn S-words and sewers, highfalutin vinegar and oil, that black liquid gold—Israel is undersold, and sworn to match-make with Bruce Fenton’s $CAKE having been tossed and then the fire—“There you have De-Fi...” off the cuff with his LINKS applauded in appearance and oh-so rich and wealthy—I hope he’s healthy of living a long life, without money say it, don’t fear the “Strife”—a wife?—I’ll hopefully be married soon, feeding this “Tini Ara” 2009-2013 with a Silver Spoon, to Swoon at the dancing hair follicles in the wind—when America wins!

Toodle-Loo and give it a listen before my fingers udder another swift-y-syllable of one-another of hopes and dreamtime exploration of Haiti—the nation—of natural extravagance on the New York Something Special EXCHANGE the shit, the spit, it slipped all slippery, take a Sip of some other’s SALIVA when elevating the exploration of thine lovers’ many teeth—ivory chompers—the front chewers front-teeth first—about to break off a bit, be it a big bite of what tonight? hmmm maybe how about our ordering out, call it Domino’s for NO HOES! ON THE WAVELENGTH OF A MONTHLY FLOWS!—oh noes it’s them hoses in the Secret Garden—up and Marching at them- Red Bottoms on when mowing the front lawn chopping down the Pansies and “Her Pantalones” sipping the saucy meant to measure the pleasure of lubricated lips—oh the Gloss and Glowing—are you still mode Mowering?—with the grass cut short and I once having been 3.5” TaLLer I swallow the booty floss of what such females fine-as-can-be, so and So I want them all for ME!

Yours Truly,

Jeff M

“Jeffrey Richard Marquis”