Some time in the clearing when a Spiritual "Climax" endears me, done with a dagger addled swagger, thereafter

Daunting and Daring of I’m the one with such staring, asunder and not caring, much, while munching Ritz Candy Crackers to go off on a rant—I am, and me myself, never “Bereft” of a comforting computer keyboard jotting my Thoughts all there, throughout The Net bringing in a real haul of spaccy finish—us all diminished with that longhorn net and dripping sweat—unto the heathens, my own bretheren Brother Justin remaining calm, yeah him and Lance of previous Jehovah’s Witness stressed stresses—I made some online-handles as see-saw seen here my John Dearest (stocks!):

Walk the walk and wail your little lungs out (and hearts, clubs, DIAMONDS...) shining so brightly when then every single saying “Nighty Nighting” with wakefulness dwindling dreamy mingling some clouds white and wedding rings, brightly stirred-up Stirrups some hiccups the girl with D-cups- see them shining a low glow of blinding WHITE LIGHT!

All time’s outting aught be what’s next- come sunrise, aware of one’s percepted and perceived SUNLIGHTS EVE! unbeknownst to leave the good ol’ bed, sleepy head (!!!) the maid is so done, instead, to wave the vacuum Southern Space in this shoddy place of Pizza Paragraphs, forgoing “Draft Heinekens” well that depends on Brother Justin pulling an “Ace”—looking at his face and facts—he ain’t going out like that, concealing the hairs of grey like a barrel of HEY WHAT IS THIS?  I give him a hug and but not a kiss, so Cheeky, when now, no more Eczema to be seen, that years ago my Mom would say, “Don’t forget your face cream!” and “Let’s go to Dresser Hill for ICE CREAM!” when you scream, and I scream, that, you shouldn’t speak too loud, unless you’re in a noisy crowd, His Highest- a heinous Highness I digress and dingle twinkle pouf aloof and that’s the truth!

I talked to Vivek Ramaswamy in 2005/2006 on videophone in Bruce’s office, seen here, Vivek — VOTE VIVEK RAMASWAMY FOR “POTUS” 2024!

Yeah I’ve talked with them both, this true, this isn’t a joke—to have known so many Stars $$,$$$,$$$ online that’s fine and finery with Cutlass syrup getting the best of me! So swill your time drinking white wine, so as to preserve those white teeth—the Reds—have a piece of bread symbolically when “The Body of Christ”—it’s a favor of my olde tyme neighbors being diverse and none have perished—so no Hearse to be seen, gut out my Spleen with Splenda—for an avid chance of changing the clocks back, that so AFT—rears done the Racketeering on fruit-punches, they are clearing, and what to do when Nearing to suspend that stupid “Ice Bucket Challenge” kinda Trend when spent the money suspended “Frozen Funds” when I’m the one shilling Bitcoins to my hunny-buns... (__)(__) cutesy a-told ramming a playtime Troll or what was transferred to a special child—Dan splurge for your child, of the two new family members—and writing to Mom and Matt—yeah I’ll keep them in mind until The End

Tuesday Bluesday making the most of the month of May but not today—Thanksgiving Day, oh yay !!!

So albeit coming a long time away, let me say that my screen is clean, and my Facebook text is grey, from the factory and set, like that, Life for Lingual couples of romance, eloping—them hoping, filled with excitement—cummerbund dreaming and seeding while blisters and bleeding, similar to a leaky gauge of swimming semen—down the Septic seeking $CAKE (Bruce F.) when what southern trolly rolls on its wheels, spilled and sipping and seeking the Rail Masters advice, but not for a wife, being instead bringing bountiful pleasantries, of all one’s... Fantasize them thighs of “Quadriceps” doing the Dougie and lifting weights with arms, then onto some so-tough (EXHAUSTING!) being one bending for SQUATS with a kettle and sporting a bold baggie de la “Pot”—I’m smoking the not too hot flames of this lighter, pulling an all-nighter in the offices work—office employees TWERK

Hannah House in Niagara Falls with Rev. Anne Skinner 😇

www.hannahhouse.net

I've been involved with Rev. Anne Skinner since 2005 because of Aerosmith's song "Angel" listening to it and praying intensely, while in pain of my www.wrxtbi.com and then searching "Angel" which resulted in a new Facebook friend who had connections to "Hannah House" with Rev. Anne Skinner!

My readers should buy one of her books and/or donate money to the Christian Charity, but, her books, well I bought a bunch of them and only read a little because they're in very large print and primarily read by old people with poor vision, I recommend "Walking With The King" because I like the cover of the book, as it looks very professional, and surely on my next vacation to Niagara Falls I want to meet her and discuss God, examining my putting 100% of my Holy faith in God and Allah, where then Jesus Christ gets a big fat 0% of my disbelieving that he had any "Supreme Powers" or that Mary is the only one, the one and only one woman, who has given birth without sperm in humans...

There was a new virgin-birth in 2004 and I felt very violated to learn that Jesus Christ wasn't so special... Jesus Christ was not the only one with what is known as "PARTHENOGENESIS" there have been many other humans born of virgin girls, which is such a rarity it happens mostly in the Middle-East, like Israel who I side with Israel right now, as always since my Mom told me, it would be a good thing to like Israel, so I've read about the Middle-East at SAINT JOHN'S HIGH SCHOOL!

Google: "Parthenogenesis in humans" that it's kind of covered up by the mainstream population of doctors and those in-the-know about how many, many virgin girls have given birth to normal and regular offspring, those that were healthy enough to survive the process of growing older...

Yes, despite my having known that "Virgin Births" -- DIVINE CREATION -- sometimes it happens, women who've never had sex with a man... this rarity explained in Time Magazine many years ago, it was one of the reasons why I drank so much -- to think, "Jesus Christ not being 'God'" ??? He was simply one of many births that happen, to this very day, and so, well I no longer believe in Jesus Christ -- this because I suffered for him, yes, Jesus Christ, I suffered in his name, and I suffered to get it out of the way, because I feel that we all must eventually suffer before becoming so BLESSED to be with God and on God's whole Holy "Spectrum" or "Astral Plane" or something, I've experienced God Himself The Father "THE CREATOR" who brings planets and galaxies into His universe, I learned in 2013 with hours of INTENSE LOVE-MAKING with my #1 "Dedicated Choice" to marry Justine Aragona my girlfriend of 2009 to 2013 because we both have Traumatic Brain Injuries that other people caused our severe damage to not only our brains but to our entire bodies with scars and having almost died because of the actions of others, so I consider them to be my enemies...

I made this for her because we're good friends and I trust this Christian Preacher to use my main "PayPal" sending her $20 or $25 every so often, but my PayPal has no currencies in it-  my crypto is out of my reach with my wealthy parents paying $20k+ each month for me to be at "Averte" so Rev. Anne Skinner, I made it for, and she knows all about my Traumatic Brain Injury "Disability" to hold a job and I don't have a car here in Vermont

I would ask that you all donate to her Christian Church in Niagara Falls, and I ask that you all read my WSU article, 

rich and not looking to sell yet beyond The Bahamas and my parents and Cousin Dan know about my great wealth, that I hope will BENEFIT AMERICA!

Google: "JMRQ Heavy Industries"

Google: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" 😎

I hope I won’t quit the delicate finery coming from my mind, a step-mother’s shapened as sloppy ’n’ glossy-Lubed “Behind”

I won’t quit in until I get every itty-bitty bit when pure Scripture is the dope ass shit of what I HIT the keys so solemn, oh me, the way I tease too late to be, operating orating operating on a heavenly and higher class “Frequency” of what it needs to be so nice, so tight, doing the humpty-doo all night through and long and then, ummm be it onto another song, my Wednesday (Ember) delish new- trish with us rocking out and banging heads while I wish for the wild party chick to come at me with the thickest TRUNK to im-place and implant a what a Rant believe I’m oh-so “Spent” of what comes next, betwixt, a candy bar to pull up a seat and have a squishy pink slushy while the bitches, hmmm THE BITCHES BE BUMPING “BEE” and a crump curb to be pulled aside and pull it wide—not to mark up the Michelin lined out rubbed rubbing “rubber” of L A-TEXT-UAL bereavement when the band Seether, you know, Seether, there’s the jamming of notes to floss a Sequin jacket while driving a Toyota Tacoma gassed with teenie-tiny toes, what shows, only I know to stir the soup and swish the ladel — Kitten’s Cradle of a baby bump in the belly, some V’s years ago yeast-earned sweaty and be steady with the Sharpie swished on a dish, a paper plate—I dunno, ever see a paper posted on a pole? a Telephone Pole? Being, “LOST CAT!” and a number to call at that, that the sight of a feline feeling fear and hungry for the food—hopefully IAMS expensive bits and valuable shits in sum ‘o’ dat dare to spread pretty smelling litter, in that cardboard box on the floor, Skittles are tasting like “Bitter” without that fatty Butter on Creamed Corn  <3 Dad <3 Mom <3 Aunt Donna—for this three was and is, always wanting the best for me, them saying “Drink More WATER-“ when I choose to burp up soda of being often, while I profit, the BIT-coins still sitting bank-side and stirring my loins, practice played groin, and me groaning, and me moaning, and me, mostly, being the one who, well, I’ve not thrown any punches, stirred soup and POLO: the Brand Labels

Matters most to Marshall Matthers marking up a MayTag Heuer of a pricey intrusion, my molestor, my rapist, I’ve written about HIM so much aloud... sound around, ALONG AROUND the pierce smart sucka, you sucka, with a GOD-zilla’s “Mothra”

I call upon my Mother, Deborah Marquis is she is of a natural declared and decreed- but oh so discrete typing in slowly displayed sentences—when I need to be like, “BUT THAT BITCH ON ICE...” and in her glass of wine, I would emulate the drinking on a night to pro-create an ooey-gooey meandered and wasted—what a mess, she threw up on her low-cut dress and dribble on her chest—a pirate bringing out the roasted toasted front BRUNT BANTER—my John Deere Stocks bring out the Ant-lers

Yo me gusto pantalones, si?

Yo me gusto Justine and Linda!

D. Sarah Annabelle Post LONG!

My birthday is March 20th and now I'm 42 years old, I don't feel it, I don't look it -- I injected my neck with an anti-aging "protein-peptide" Fragment 177-191 and people said "HOW ARE YOU GETTING YOUNGER???" well anyways you posted """Went to chill out... It has been a while now""" and I like how you said "chill" because I've run 3 different "chillen" websites, the dot-com's I've paid for that first was 'just' then 'still' and now I have www.alwayschillen.com that had 100 readers every couple days when I had a lot going on with my long "Recovery" of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) that I have www.wrxtbi.com about my crash with links to my "alwayschillen" -- I run 2 blogs now that are www.jeffreymarquis.com and http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com so I have the money to pay for 3 dot-com's that are fairly cheap, I would recommend you posting photos online, and probably only photos, unless you have writing, my A- Poetry II, B+ Creative Writing when I was an amateur writer that I consider myself as Established in WRITING (my conc. at WSU), after my shitty "Associate's Degree" in Computer Science, I already knew it all, and I had a new 2004 Subaru WRX -- that then I was unable to follow the classwork at a State College in Computer Science and I had my www.wrxtbi.com with a full entire month in the I.C.U. in 2004, well I got IN ON Facebook when it was mostly executives and business owners, I would brag about my life-threatening injuries -- I wasn't supposed to survive TBI with only about 30% of my brain working at first, but years later, I'm knowledgeable recalling my years at GNC Asst. Manager (vitamins, fitness) when I learned about HGH in some fitness magazines, so I bought some in 2005 before Stallone had some in the news -- I grew 3.5" taller and 2.5" longer arms -- THEN SHRUNK BY MY DOCTOR, because no one liked it -- well it helped me recover, that also I injected my neck with IGF-1 LR3 because it does amazing things rejuvenating ("recovering") in the brain, one of few chemicals that passes the Blood-Brain Barrier -- but I had my left hip in 7 pieces 64 mph impact at my door and a side-airbag that saved my life! I have double-vision now that's a real pain, and have you ever heard of "Taking Back Sunday" ??? they're my favorite music along with The Deftones, and my favorite book is The Qur'an I've experienced Allah taking me to God who is "The Creator" -- Jesus? I don't have even a shard of belief in him because THERE HAVE BEEN MANY BIRTHS WITHOUT SPERM (!!!) wow it's called "Parthenogenesis" Divine Creation that is ALL SCIENCE and the technology makes it possible under procedures with hospitals and shit, that although Jesus suffered, I suffered in his name, I.C.U. and hospitals, for 3.5 months of pain, but now I'm happy and I got an A in Psychology I with Dr. Brandi Scruggs after we went on a date when the class was over, after a dinner we split the bill 50%/50% SO WE BOTH FAILED "F" grades lol and she liked that, and then later I had a TBI girlfriend -- my best lover ever -- and 2 or 3 times I got it on with her BEAUTIFUL MOTHER lol yeah I love them both, hoping to rekindle things in time to come, so anyways I have a lot on my websites, just check out the pics and I'd like you to skim my writing, oh plus I'm a millionaire with my parents and all of the money in my Trust Fund investments many thousands of dollars WAY BACK IN 2013 -- Amazon, Tesla, John Deere, Berkshire-Hathaway, etc. etc., about 20 to 30 stocks I predicted, like Facebook, because I want a young girlfriend like JUSTINE previous, greatest, "Disabled" and "Handicapped" very, very cute and incapable of so much I LOVE THAT GIRL! without her now -- having broken up because until 2016 I was an Alcoholic, I beat it with A.A. only one time (!!!) -- well Tantric intercourse with her made me Islamic, but I've been to Saint John's High School and a very lot of my Class of 2000 are Islamic now -- probably because of extensive Islamic reading and taking showers after Phys. Ed. that we all went into a big shower room together lol -- I HATE GAYS! -- I was raped and you can read all my collected posts about how I was drugged voluntarily but not knowing it would result in such desire of pleasure, well the older man has been fired from 2 Catholic Schools and he's at a 3rd one now -- I wrote a lot about him and he'll probably get fired from the 3rd school with my huge post collective of his name used by me online, oh and because people hate me for blowing up "Their Plan" it was all a bad set-up to have me total my WRX and become shaken up, maybe injured, cited for DUI in 2004 -- well I have a lot about my crash online, once again I'm a millionaire maybe $$,$$$,$$$ if I sold MY TEN BITCOIN WALLETS with many thousands of $BTC from 2013 at $64k each, I'm $$,$$$,$$$ like my Dad, and 80,000% increase in a coin because I've spoken to Elon Musk in 2005 when I saw his name mentioned, in 2005, so long ago -- because I ELON-gated my legs and arms, plus then buying my Mom "Musk" perfume, so I had a 40+ minute conversation with the early Elon Musk while he was waiting at an airport, oh and my TEN "CRYPTO" WALLETS -- well that started when I was in pain in 2005 and I Googled: "cry" and CRYPTOCURRENCIES resulted, so I attended the first 2 Bitcoin online expo's and subscribed to Bitcoin Magazine from the #1 issue worth many thousands now, oh and I did video with Vivek Ramaswamy for USA President in 2006, after I added Bruce Fenton and they were friends -- Bruce Fenton did what I suggested to him, "VOTE BRUCE FENTON FOR SENATOR!" I wrote on his profile, and he was so interested as he was already a "Public Figure" -- I saw that special "field" under his name and I knew he was special in 2006 -- many hours on the phone crypto related -- I'm handsome. I smoke tiny amounts of Bugler tobacco. I'm currently in a "Rehab" apartment where I have most of the day to myself, like them cooking all meals, handing out meds, cleaning, taking me to appointments, 3.5 hours away from MY "HEALTH-PROXY" PARENTS controlling me completely, and previous to being here where I can't have MMJ, I had 2 years of "Approval" and I only have CBD now, that I highly recommend www.bostonhempire.com with "Delta" legal bud -- me SOBER of alcohol not a sip in about 4 years and me unable to order the "Delta" or anything to get high on, well I'm doing okay with a small amount of Xanax 1 pill every 6 hours, calms me down, and I've reached beyond God at the edge of space (thanks Allah, thanks Justine) it took about 8 hours and I made it to God, but as I'm not "Practicing" Islam, I don't always feel as though -- I had felt this a lot in previous years feeling as though, this, "I'm Dancing in Space with Allah" -- that Elon Musk, he saw "Astro Camp" I attended for a full week of classes one summer in my youth, he called me back in 2005 and wanted to know if anyone died in my www.wrxtbi.com and oh Google this, my, "JMRQ Heavy Industries" !!!!!

I don't have a job. I don't need a job. I will never need a job. I'm a millionaire. And I practice writing while I have watched the news on TV for about 95% of the time in the last 4 years, I named CoVid-19 with the 19 being an 18+ number in 2006 I contacted China and yeah, the fact that Corona beer would come in dangerous glass bottles, heh, I said "name it corona-something" heh this is all true, I've done video with a bunch of famous people like Vivek Ramaswamy and talking to Mike Lindell on the phone, recommending Kava Kava and Valerian Root (GNC...) he said he wanted to make the pillow better and I told him the best cotton comes from across the world, that I met him on a 2005 Trump bulletin-board, I knew Trump would be President from "The Apprentice" and I prayed for Trump, in the hospital, and the BB was how I found Mike LinDELL I had a new Dell laptop and things really happened, we talked 2 times or, maybe 3 times, that I was excited to buy a calling card and talk to him in Mexico!

peep my websites!

Striving through the Night

So hold it tight, but not so-so tight, okay now that is all-right to tease chocolate cup-cakes when I choose to take a chubby chicken and chomp (Compliant Copulation, Chinese Chickens their Population but Occupied...)

This whilst seeking that video-game “Myst” = mystery it was fun for me to watch the video again and again, moons are shining, all at them, the people- you been my readers for such a long time—you, the comfortable creatures—I was raped in my ass and entire body by my Saint John’s teacher Mr. John D so my parents did something and I wrote the school a letter, and then now I assume he is into chicks without male D.’s when these, the fags, stuffing their gassoline holes with rags, remember that?

THE GAS CAP CAME OFF! and oooph the woofers are banging with some bass—having owned two subwoofers in all of my cars, thanks to Dana G. he’s been my best friend, wrote him a letter about my 40+ minute conversation with HIM—Elon Musk—how dare you leave the remnants of our talking, when being year 2005, our talking helped me walking and wading, waving, the Masters enslaving blacks in an enclave "entourage" whatnot

Did you know I went on a date with a beautiful teacher, so a beautiful woman TEACHER IN COLLEGE PSYCHOLOGY I when as soon as just only once the WSU class ended ???

Her and I so classy, eating at my #1 favorite restaurant The Sole Proprietor — she had her Master’s Degree, soon to be out-classed — believe me in a small number of days away, she passed her PH. D. DEGREE (!!!!!) which was no thanks to me, who her a reader, I was glad to have her as a Teacher, Professor—I kissed her...

 The charts are part of a data sheet project she worked on as a Doctor, WOW!

She kissed me back and although we didn’t “Mack it” that night (in the parking lot in her car), well I found delight in romancing a beautiful Doctor a Psychologist Ph. D.—from the first class, we each found lovey dovey language—with me being almost thirty years old, her older by a couple years, yeah her age was in-advance of mine, of Oh the Time and where does it go?

We had each other’s hearts, from the start!

So Dr. Brandi S., that’s why I know I noticed your attraction to me, them eyes—honestly, after the second class of the semester, when it began (plus 1 week) after class I told her about my injuries and we hugged gently, so much later on our date we were curious about one another, yeah it wasn’t solely me with attraction—there’s a Factoid for all the orifice I tickled my tongue—and then she tied me up bound in leather lol JK, but we hugged and kissed at a later date, that we went on one, all for satisfaction of grande grade-“A” beef salty sirloin she didn’t like fish, but I swear we kissed—maybe even after the second class meeting—seriously, we were hot together—and though—well—whatever, so mind your own business and I haven’t written her full name online lately! 👧

Blind bangers’ banter—John Deere STOCKS, I’ve got them by the Antlers

Bereft of a Back It Up and I stopped seeking a “Bachelor’s Degree” you see? with my swollen heart, torn apart, imaginary local Sheriff called “Jeff” shredded to shards, and look at this clue about Jesus Christ—Mary got pregnant with no sperm—it’s known as “Parthenogenesis” (https://www.npr.org/2023/11/07/1211178209/shark-pup-parthenogenes) when Jesus Christ, I kissed Peter L Sargent, peck on the lips, us just chewing CAREFREE GUM, but no no no—it wasn’t Bubble YUMMY—and there’s me staying straight and receiving some hate, some dislike, that he, well I haven’t seen him on Facebook: [ The Messenger ] but he's not mad at me, Praise Jah! 😃

John Deere stock of mine (I’ve owned a lot since 2013):

F’ing let’s go chew up the dance-floor, pick the right Red Door perfume when, and only when, the $$$ price is nice to have 20 to 30 golden stocks, and a lot of gold bullion, that, the yes the TD Bank, my Dad to thank with a tussle of his head of black hair, with some going grey, Dad I have to say, “Please enlighten me as to how much cash I have in my banks, so here’s me publicly saying THANKS DAD!!!!!

John D. he raped me, so John D(eere) tractors getting dirty in the mud, I thought of Elmer’s (glued to the boob-tube) Glue, it suits him well, so as not to sniff and huff and giggle, tears and a sniffle, boy and a yellow bat and a white ball, hollow with holes, WIFFLE BALL... I enjoyed playing with Dave R. who didn’t HUFF FUMES like one other Dave I know him as a “Slavic” manic druggie, risking not only his own life, but mine too, I’ve seen him accelerate, only after I called up a legal Operator, expecting his orientation and operation of a vehicle was beyond the heroin or OxyContin he was on, plus four beers, I watched him steer while going fairly slow, he could have crashed, I heard “We’ll pick him up and don’t let him drive fast.” Then pleading with my Mom to call his own mother, Diane, and that stricken opportunity to SAVE DAVE squandered and that’s what he got, lost his life, having gotten two girls pregnant, but Alas, I digress and Al, Diane, and Lisa, your son, your brother would be alive today if you had only listened to me!

The Such To Be Hold, and my pot ‘o’ gold

You’ve been told and probably “home schooled” around a professional Tutor—turning up the Tweeter ambulance siren AMP-LO-FRYED fish in a dish of scalloped sushi—the fun to me, Thee Author and host with moist tissues taken to the trash—seen a pelvic gash?—smelled a fishy meal?

I ask what about, Field&Stream caught a Trout, what about here’s me with a little fishy about the recollection of that Sunny Day With Dad, destination a Stream, but not Netflix or bandwidth ""Streaming""—think of the chilly water and Dad, he’s a great Father, so go figure, he cooked this little trout with minuscule aqueous meat- bones to pick and then filleted:

Oh those were the days when millions USD were our, our, oh the hours, out of reach for me, that never did I think I would be TaLenTed INVESTING in money and gold, God bless the extra rest I would get with an early bed-time all through school, that was cool while feeling ENERGY for the best of me and my “super-intelligence hardcover book” I occasionally git to give it a go- far into, preferring a Holy work of art, The Qur’an, “Iranian proxies” probably gonna be evil, that’s their way to be *shrug* and a mammoth mammaries hug to the hottie Mommy of an old girlfriend—I want her back!—Justine has been my greatest lover thus far—her hottie Mommy and I—we would be somewhat intimate, doing it a few times, and Endearing that her marriage, the ending of it—it was near but I wasn’t too clear on Mr. P.’s depression, severely sleeping or tossing and turning in bed, using my head not to name names, I want you to read me and listen to the manly voice I’m talking listen to the AMPLITUDE of my great attitude when ignoring that 1 girl so poor, so prude, but pretty and that’s shitty to hide what treasures by any measure, excusing the Monthly—stay away from me, I’d tell her when On The “Rag” and I incapacitated in the hospitals “Recovering” with the I.C.U. surgeons hovering ,the doctors hovering above me, above my stamina—I couldn’t keep my eyes open much, that month— oh that frigging pain, the visitors some I disdain, but Jesus dying on the cross—I hardly believe that’s why it rained—as I’m a man of controversional nomenclature, and COINCIDENCE (!!!) when I would weep, finding “CRYpto-currencies” I forecasted and expected things to happen, like in Wu-Han, I emailed them in late 2005, they’re a “virus-hive” letting the mother F “CoVid-19” out, spreading across “PLANET URF!” where that virus thrived...

THAT’S ME WITH “””A STRIPER””” GONE OCEAN FISHING WITH MY DAD!

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And here’s me with a girl who...

SHE WAS NOT “””A STRIPPER””” lo and behold I never saw her bare chest, I promise you all, I like them small, medium, or maybe large—SHIP HIT THE BARGE, this June Vo wasn’t charged for the Breast and Chest Augmentation—they were a gift from an older relative or something I forget, but here’s June Vo and I — we never kissed and I didn’t like hugging her I did HUG(e) her once or twice, and that was nice, to absorb the sheer GIRTH of this GIRL:

She was a friend of a friend from ever since Saint John’s High School, I knew Derek Langlois—he was so cool—and he liked how I never saw her, June, the girl’s bare chest!

Leave it to me, I CONTROL MY HETEROSEXUALITY — not even a kiss for her with one eye odd- her born that way, and a long time since, the snapshot taken then, back many years ago in 2005!

She’s married, she got her eye fixed (aligned), and she got married, SO GOOD FOR HER, “June Vo” you know???

Up to the udder, so oddly, and have yourself some stale milk for supper!

“Super” So Ask, Something what’s up crank yanker you got a loose tooth???

And with a “Bodacious” Body—how’s that to float your boat? Hmmm, not too shoddy! so don’t hit me, hardly, akin to the jaw, better off chewing “Chaw” of the early 1800’s A.D.—you know, the tobacco chewed up and spit The Swagger—a bad cowboy actor, after her and spit The Sworn Oath of a kind guppie fish in the water—Do you know what a “Shiner” is?

It’s bait for the aqueous creatures when ICE FISHING sometime soon, it slowly snowed, so how about at highest of the noon 12:00 pm and then to them, the fact I handed Ember a Nicer PEN, and when writing down the bare minimum of groceries to be retrieved, all for me, that the poor fucks here aren’t welcome about around ME my “John Deere Stocks” Grey Goose (SOBER!) birds in flocks, trying on socks, infected with fungus persisting footsie tootsie pesticides, like a handkerchief to dry one’s eyes—“She’s a brown eyed girl” to come out and play—see you another day of dreary delinquent Cashiers at the hot-spot of a Gasoline Fill-Up and Full Serve

Sodden and Tranquil, those them times when the solid stillness bears no witness, so don’t be angry and pissed, off the top, it flips and it flops, Freddy hoisting a bucket and mop, him a pleasant worker with some soap, hitting high notes humming to himself, Acetone on the upper shelf and he was very short, “Quit it guys!” was his retort to the tempered verbal abuse—but he liked to fish in his boat—I remember “yellow teeth, incongruously lined and stinking” the coffee pot to brew some poo like energy, that the caffeine it’s not seen in pills anymore, as energy drinks—I want more, sipping Starbucks you lucky Fools with a wife of your life, fallen lately, Felicia O. in my American Lit. II class with Mr. Blake, late in the day when ending around sunset (Southern Sun) I’m a crumb-bum and I’m the one with the shiesty “Recovered” sucker, Mother F’her and ruined hair needs to be combed, “Now take me home!”  Mr. Marquis, you got your thrill but I cannot “Just Chill” because I forgot my pink pill at home

But no it’s not like that—I see—will I be here for eternity???

I think there’s going to be WWIII so that I remaining at “Averte” and retaining new information of how to WRITE about the delight I know of the tremendous power of Allah...

Scattered patters for a home cooked meal, or then maybe at “A Wake” with a severe infestation of Bunions—nice Buns Hun!—those toesies and heals marching on The Sole (www.thesole.com) with a thick pair of socks on... that unto un-do the rotten sores, pray your feet don’t see The Morgue, after coming up blank on Google, my searching for a 38.4 MB, .doc in Word I paid for and I present you with an "Orb" (The Orb) and standing tall we have “Orbital” (Orbital)

Yeah “standing tall” to be me and to you all, think about the 3.5” my legs were shrunk, arms alarming a nurse, shot with some “Shrink substance” Recombinant of course, that’s 3.5” taller can you believe? I can’t wait to do it again, if I ever get the chance to Do The “Doping” A La “Lance Armstrong” but the yellow bracelets of LIVESTRONG, yeah those two, they’re no longer, ON — now being pinned up hanging on my friend, my “Fridge” with the world’s strongest magnetic substance, in two cubes, while I don’t have ice cubes, that most of you use, think about it, peruse my thoughts and judgements on the Deleriant “Ethyl Alcohol”—problem drinking, big or small?—my suggestion of attending A.A. just one day, it was one night when the sun having set, and look around at the LOSERS? OR WINNERS? The people with a drinking problem, absolve them NOT ABSOLUT alcoholic users on occasion or each and every day relaxing at nightly regularity ` ` ` All I know is that it worked for me—showing “Personal Responsibility” responsible and responding to the online crows—amasked in a digital Facebook crummy crowd of 95% women, my “The Iliad” quota in “quotations” praise the USA this fine nation! BIG AMERICAN TAXPAYER RIGHT HERE!

The sound of the knots, onto the "grounds" the grinds of them- but not a lot!

Kettlebells on the pot ‘o’ garnish, aluminum brandished-

spooning a lovely lady lover lavished and being held

Where did you get “that thing” to shake and awake we...

subsist when kissed on the down South lower lip, dragged

You old withered hag, the Tag Hewer—the fewer shone,

shine of a greasy hand smelling like shhhhh this is it!

Calm and easy to thrill me, the Summer Song so long-

for now, well it’s Fall in season with sum snow scattered

Swing batter, banned and tearing, UP, the roll of $20’s

call it funny but I have a mere $300 in my Bank used,

So often, $ millions (4 real, 4 real) in TD Bank attacked

with a pushed “Pin” oh them the protein-peptides...

Having held my money tightly- wholesome jerked nightly

the “seed” like Smuckers jelly & jam- now you scram!

I was younger in yesteryear, my Mom’s tears,

rare with only the massive amounts of “Care” she brings

TO ME! I see the downtrodden jerks who caused it,

my “severe” injuries in 2004, I can’t take it anymore!

Double-Vision Double-Vision so skewed no girls to...

*ahhh-choooo* slippery boogie down-low on downloads

like me and my UP-loads with a Toad’s salty kiss (PISS)

How the “Dummies-books” series had me select one of,

The Psalms pertaining to merely fantasy of a humble him

FOR THE LIFE OF ME! this Christianity no longer, you see?

Renounced Christian Degree as per Allah’s #1 miracle for me,

Pocket of rocks and diamonds “ICE” not snagged, old hags-

I STEER QUEER OF “THE CLEARS”

the African-American coming near to here!

HIV, heh BUT NOT FOR ME!