From www.alwayschillen.com/soliloquy004.htm

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In 2005/2006 I wrote: "The repentant and remorseful remarks expressed here are not merely pithy poppycock public statements but something else I assure you emanating from the protracted reflection upon previous judgment and withdrawn verdicts derived through meditation deliberation and notion"

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Quieting a Hush—Ladies Shushing V-neck sweaty sweaters—squares of pretty hair with Nair everywhere

"Manny" Petty the fingernails need “Care” cadaverine sprinkled so sprucely, seen- some men subside on the loose-leaf paper print-out when what’s the big deal about—with a Cougar’s Claws—think of printer-pages suitable for all ages, sufficing with passed out (in school) Past-or-Fail basis, straining the sautéed Oodles of New Dulls, said swollen ankles and sullen ran our of donuts—the Boston (cracker) requisite or pre-“something something” songs been son’s singing and Dove soap—winging it, to defy logic with a particular sense of the God-given Gravity sinking Six Feet Deeper and Then much more deep, down in and on the ground’s soil beneath being bereft—so no Lipstick Kept—swollen palette production requiring slats of WOOD—so “would” you do me a favor and eat a Progresso can of shitty brown beans? The Language, The “Derek Langlois” return to me, PAL! "XclaimsXe"

A new Porsche, do you like yours ???

R.I.P. Wesley Badrigian! 💀

Supple in the Lavish Luxuries (as seen, and as scented, now give me a hot second, tried and true, the "Timing") set for a "Trim" haircuts a whim

Having been her once taking me there—well that’s why I “Care” so much for the benefit of the day (without gay fags lol) and night, that, well despite the intrusions computer and calculator and Abacus (“Chobicus”) fine perfected drafts the mathematical wonders—the numbers, the judgement of computations fitting fine—dialing my digits whence the precepts of Nvidia phat profits—fitting in all of the exact numbers, oh precisely speaking fine, favoring fans, all throughout the American lands—the Lunar spectacle of a shelves haven and dirty drawers—silver tines in-store for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—what-more for snacks for corporeal ingestion, chocolate temptation, Cocoa tomfoolery of Puffs and Puffy and Fruity Loops—I’m jumping through the Hoops

Signature screeners and marvelous endeavors, them then being “Treated With TREATMENTS” for breakthrough sorts of events—like the CoVid-19 vaccine, that painful pinch an inch and get “The Jab” in upper on the arm, some shoulder, standing wooden “solder” making liquid of metals—especially Pewter (big shoutout to Peter Sargent of Jehovah’s Witnesses I have connections to, the JW “meetings” on Zoom, bride and groom, Laffy Taffy, focusing in on the mowed front lawn and driven to trim the bushes—because they’re TOO LEAFY!

Somewhat silly sequentially scrolling (or reading...) becometh beseeching the Google “Searches” speaking in Microsoft Words’es software I’ve graduated onto a loose-leaf pages: The Printer Paper, jotting so many mental-hospital (13 or 14 times!) that rhythm enigmatic—so to say “That’s Rachet!” —call Chef Jeff for me so menial belonging with “intrusion”—professionally subsiding (with Vinyl!) amalgamation made up of “Trans” dedication—to disgrace the USA Nation—flamboyant deviant spectacle, overies become tested-true TESTICLES—tested sell and done then sold, for Tantric cells of a donkey’s shamed sort of name: an “ass”

Did I say I was "jumping through the Hoops" ???

I have most of these, plus some doubles:

JESUS is ranked as the 256th most popular given name in the United States of America!

All throughout a float, a gladly floater kind of time-stamp.log finely filed among the pictures of Kimmy K. backside cameras snapping, red floored capriciously carpeted, all day, and long, that’s what I say, when the digital photos in spaces, her ring finger being a place(s) of diamonds:

I bought Justine a wedding ring for $403

When Whether Some Other—or Fruitily For Throating!

Dot Todd, and “www” the internet cold point of being so thusly browsing whatever, as let it take you there, a Bull or a Bear—Stock Market whenever along the busy Business days, and ways to have it like that, done! scram! scatter with the fibbing “chatter” have it at her and her and then, the THEM—taken to the most-so best, breasted chicken baseball batter, what have you some of the other one, irreplaceably the So-Cal suds in the tub—we have YouTube teeth with the dental gentle, squiring and perspiring, leaving laden some quackery Lube—being intensely energetic with a one armed precept of coming coldly aloud—Israeli’s meaning to be moaning for a candle sort-of Camel, said some smoker, Batman Joker being to poke a prodding sword — but all at that for a repeat of THE “S” WORD — milking honeys picked and minced been like the breast of Brisket, to clean his or hers teeth removing a cucumber Trisket or Peanuts buddy-boy Pinot Grigio ???

No make it peanut butter—seeking a shower with lather—scrubbing sebaceous glands have it after, getting at her when the sun shines bright, and with a knife, slicking the sauce, my caramel chocolate can and when he, the old man at 90 years old, sipping brandy, mine abstaining for of NO ALCOHOL 2016+ but for Peter L S. having barfed up beer and birch-bourbon on after living a slurry blur, tossing cookies while cooked like careing cake—yum that Southern Comfort (SoCo)—but being dismissed by the Fuzz

Was he a fussy scoundrel?—done been “let go” as per the Officer or Officers on the scene, made out to being and been nothing but a lavish liquor la-la-land and been to a beach “Christian Sands”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vtRiHt73iY

It’s simply a conjugated noun feeling the sound of folded lips—and too have been uttered, teeth thereunder the tongue scraper and tipped-off Tonsils, finding the soil so sweet, with a hemp-size Caramel brownie, bowing the intense (high-up) flavors, swing better!

NIN - WITH TEETH:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJhJ7YdojdU&list=OLAK5uy_mGkadELnpMJ2xfsO0ZC__Lt4A7Z_NbirE&index=2

I AM 100% CLEAN—where have I been???

Saying bare-mentioned at a young age of SEVENTEEN

"IMAGE 17" lol just kidding!

$Bitcoin Miners mining the profits dangled solemnly, my word, millionaire of my own being—call me lucky—say I’m “blessed” being to be DAT WAY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGqdIPer-ms)

Nice telepathy, my future thinking or of waxy ways—know who you are, I know all y’all down-low “Those Downloads”—grasses trimmed, meaning “Mowed” a small load of brittle bark and slender green greedy blades protruding as of the Soil them smoky smoldering ligaments—Tantric bantered limbs on mattresses: with a Google of “Bedlam and Celeste” being at my best been boared of THE BOOBIES—seen vanilla on the protrudes, karma karma seeing the know-how to been of Twerking at the carreers (Porsche Carerra’s and Cayenne’s)—sinking into the quicksand, that, and been never been banned all parachuting packets of Pez for some sugary squares, sworn to be APT—ding a ling and a ring-ring-ring I found the engagement preliminary RING ON A FINGER—I ordered one for $400 a la “Gift” (Trump said about me!) for marriage unto Justine and I—without her now known and while knowing—I’m not joking around...

That I want to see Little Miss Aragona’s “BRIDAL GOWN”—my love for her so, and now daily, around Bella and Sammy, especially Sammy!—oh the salami, just that Justine took the all of mine own, pleasantries (and her Mom!!!) portrayed peacefully, their slender figures—nigga nigga—awww for scheezy—Heavens to Jesus and Christ on a cracker—I can’t be foolish for any more of that awesome threesome (I had a three girls together, all of 8 East, there, where I care to never stay in a hospital again!)

Take a Real Her ` ` ` being that I want to buy a house from a pretty beautiful female Realtor near my Mom and Dad in Charlton, MA and buy a Tesla Roadster!

I dance freely, with camera shine to heal me, to Fix my “Netflix” whist Jones’ing for a superbly superfluous shot of candy booger-snot, to take my pic of a barged Dr. Dick Candiddy—where to the at and swinger season At Bat—baseball parked in a hefty lot—say it so, the bean-town bars “bouncers” turning away the sobriety-enabled assholes and pricks, of pinned cushions sitting silently but highly inebriated, on the entered realm of Ethanol and IPA (Isopropyl alcohol), been cleaned up a purposeful “cutting”—creating epidermal decimal pinned Piercings—not a single (Lady) tongue tied up with that silver bead, yeah I know what I need—said to thus lady, “Oh please do proceed and taste a eucalyptus “seed” !!!!! —filling a “silly need”?

Daintily subsided all me thus then as of when, at the bottom of the bag—a potato chip with a twist, them BBQ Frito’s spiral crunchies (cringled and middled)—and we have ME there of winding a $CAKE smile so such seeing my $50,000 dentistry procedure, it’s bright and going out all-wild, winded sprinting a la some tested running Track in those Saint John’s High School days—based and balls, windows on the walls, and Willy Mays the tried African American batter him black and making waves, so long slaves, being it ended through Prez recalling President Billy Lincoln (?) having Ham to eat—ten toes (licking toads psychedelic) or who knows—mushrooms to grow!—greedy mind operating freely seen the calamity of peaceful colors vibrant—and oncoming who knows?

Abraham Lincoln had ten toes and being tall with a beard—a Proclamation ot the Aussie nation known for Sydney and awful (awefully) Auschwitz karma curmudgeon, Jewish men in dungeons of death with graven gasoline like cynanide, to amplify that Germain Hitler swamp-sticker Swasticking time, all mine thoughts of what is most pleasant, birdcalls a phat feasant please picking what worms or acorns or whatever, chewed up gringo Skoal in a tin—being Copenhagen tobacco, that fruity food obtuse and writing brown ink sinking in the tooth’s enamel, my dental-bill, many stammered at such a comma with that ludicrous $50,000 character, some singing smeared, Sammy endeared and petite to treat, her so small—does she have “sum such BF???” I wonder, will she warm me in the cold Winter nights? Temptatious textual delight—keeping an eye on the sight (what website?) prayed delight to see some smiles—my writing never, ever being with out a rat-tat-tat swears words so sparse—whimsical taco sauce—Taco Bell packets by the handful—drinking Red Bulls and blowing up a Pink Balloon (Stallone?) being buying an ocean boat (oh so clean in clear waters afar!) a Scarab boat, a powered-up house running on HIGH OCTANE like a “F-16 Fighter” U.S.A. plane—call my Dad: Wayno—nicknamed at the ECM Plastics, Inc. “Office” you know?!

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I wrote on a card today for my Dad that I went to www.randomwordgenerator.com and got a random word: "cultural"

I'm looking to buy a house in Charlton, MA on the same street as my parents because I love them wholeheartedly <3 Mom&Dad who they are my "Heath-Proxy" controlling me completely with their $$,$$$,$$$ from my Dad's huge plastics/polymers Inc. business he's profited so much from -- I have a "Trust Fund" and $Bitcoins galore -- I've given our Great USA #1 a valuable present, surrendering 900,000+ $Bitcoins to REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT OF THIS AWESOME AMERICA! -- I get the feeling I've people are JEALOUS of my, once again, $Bitcoins I bought in circa 2010 "deca millionaire" to begin with, so I bought a lot of $Bitcoins, Alt. Coins, Stocks, and precious metals -- and thusly I want to buy a nice house on Lincoln Point Rd. where I hope to MARRY JUSTINE ARAGONA! <3 =D

We both have had car crashes that were not our fault (!!!) years apart -- I've been horribly hacked since 2004 and I have Facebook "Verified" and 2 "X" accounts that are "Verified"

Are there any professionals who can help me buy a house on the same street as my "Health-Proxy" Mom and Dad -- once again 01507 in Charlton, MA

I have my own SPECIAL GOOGLE PAGE of my own: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" and I'm looking to move near MY REAL "HOME" WITH MY "HEALTH-PROXY" PARENTS in Charlton, MA hopefully on the same street as them!

I'm legit and I am a part of this Facebook group now, after I moments ago I have clicked "Accept" to many invitations to groups on here, on "Meta" that to go along with my own Google, I have 3 of my own dot-com websites -- Associate's Degree from QCC and awesome grades at WSU (English w/ concentration in WRITING)

I have at least $1M or way, way more in TD Bank -- but I can't access it -- my parents or whoever, I don't know who, but someone pays the $900/day rent here at "Averte" and I've been SOBER 2016+ and I haven't had any marijuana in a very long time

AMERICA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH -- I received Intensive Care Unit life-saving TBI and shattered left hip in 7 pieces on November 2, 2004 -- I sought help from many people for 2.5 months -- AFTER I POURED OUT ALL OF THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE! -- my girlfriend dumped me when I did that because she was just turning 21, and made me promise not to go to A.A. and so I wanted to go to a LUXURY "alcohol rehab" live-away program because that's what I needed -- Alas, my many genetic-alcoholism genes from my Mom's crummy people of her lineage prevailed with "Their Plan" (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) a group of people made me so sad and the crooked bartender stole all of the money/valuables out of my wallet -- this was all a plan, I was fired from my job, I wouldn't be a full-time college student -- and some jerk impersonated me with a Voting Day (I wanted John Kerry to win!) -- my Minister was crying and the Black younger police officer let me go try casting a vote in Leicester, MA -- and I WAS "SET-UP" now that whole "SET-UP" is continuing from 2004! I spent 1 month on a drilled in FEEDING TUBE TO MY STOMACH in the ICU with hospital-time for 2.5 months thereafter!

I love my Mom Deborah Marquis and my Dad Wayne (company owner) and my Aunt Donna Donohue who has connections to Washington, D.C. and they're really caring for me!

Oh and the drinking, well I went to A.A. once to quit for good in 2016+

www.wrxtbi.com and www.jeffreymarquis.com and www.alwayschillen.com and https://alwayschillen.blogspot.com

I COME IN PEACE! I AM SO WEALTHY! oh, and I want to buy a nice house in Charlton, MA 01507 =D

Do you like to eat food or sip a simply splendid Shirley—Aztec type of "Trans" TEMPLE—IN THE BIBLE, read up, Jesus was into TRANS TYRANNY, do you see?

Tommy Thomas Thompson Breaker going to being an A lister so and so- the fund, the paperwork (digital signature) typed in similarity, my lacksidaisical temptations of taking up some seats for sitting at behemoth buffalo (BUGGED BUGLER!) BARNS, seeking such strength of very far, danced away the hey-day like MAYDAY coming so much closer—whilst reeking of Scotch (Tape) on a blues-day arriving decimal Beseeching and eating Elmer’s (Glue) that’s spread widely upon one’s stretched out widely slimy and dreary drying out—but what about the transcendental stance—of some such Tomfoolery, the cooler it be the closer I have to duck and lean on Samantha’s right shoulder—some such and whilst my answer being “What The LUCK!” Penguins shrieking “Cluck and Cluck” we have seen what fragment of all the things to lament—new car with a dent—paid purchases of a Gucci bag with a leak—tanking Taking Back Sunday soundings a growl, a granny—HI GRAMMY!—fickle sunshine with blankets on the drying rack, so dried and I let out a relaxed and confident WHAT?

Was it a Sign or was it a hum-bug kind of SIGH?—while I entrance thee with all of my fanciness, a frugal mess!

Say it brightly as the sun shines!

WAS IT A SMILE ???

VOTE YES FOR USA #1 !!!!! 😃

I quote: “Bearwhale, Bitcoinica and Dwolla”

Bantered and best while I press on the dial but only to release a buttoned up seemingly seen-through frequencies Palo-Alto a TONE commissary communication with a lay-side ocean Atlantic—I don’t use Tik-Tok at all because I’m not fond of trends with on-video befriending with the Chit-Chat—it’s what with IT like The Ticking Tides, Atlantic or Pacific to take a salty like licking the salt—a brattlebee kind of sense in my sensual heart—whether going to be A WHITE AMERICAN GIRL strictly (!!!) false pretense of what be dark-skinned, nowhere in my kin—but for Lisa C. born kids—pro por quid the liquidacious “Tranny” backwords surgery of averting and reversing direction of the man-to-a-female sort of SWITCH!

"Trans" evil so smeared disheveled, like a Witch—and weathered to soak up the notoriety, bragging this ’n’ that about the technology supposed "miracle" of Trans for surgeries, all a shame, all so shamed—mistaking appearances, Food Stamps for purchases, focused and staring at a naked toots for kicks — and there’s too much shock-value in swapping genders, so I disapprove of any tomfoolery = Tranny Tom That Fool = CHOO CHOO “TRAINS” going on and on and on, being so hard when upon an odd bathroom, get atcha soon, hit me right back when you DIAL that Samsung cellphone, call me at home, called E.D., called at home—king on his throne, with not only a switch, but a mound in that good ol’ sport of Bases, Batters, and Outfielders—I’m looking to make it to third base in a parking lot, or maybe not as my Subaru has been sold at a quite old point of prime precision in time, in the year of the Lord, a 2016+ SOBRIETY, the Subaru—it had then, the, a, Makers Date of 2011: a, Subaru Legacy!

For the Gorgeous and Delicious, I ask:

Dine at a Dunkin Donuts

The To Order Mr. Peanuts

“Time to make the Donuts”

screeching tires, no desires

And to seek what slinks higher

Crammed Palms... hand-stand

Ford Mustang, southern twang

Speaking fluently—in ebonics

To me! Whitey of French Royalty

“Jeffrey Marquis” oh please, SEE

Dollars rusty beggar, kneeling,

Them needs “The Narcotics”

Whisked Winter—and Dead Cold

Homeless and Old, seeking this:

“A crack stone! now let me be alone!’’

Values trying tight Triangles—of Obtuse angles—me introducing me, enticing the masses with enamored glee—I thank thee all of you and who wish me supreme, stringy sunbeam ripe is the harvest, said supreme? But what did I mean??? (read on)

You know what I mean so as to Dance in Space with “The Creator” being The Almighty, God’s Gift, God’s hand, “The whole world in His hands”, seeking a righteous touch, yeah God’s “Universe”—this I know very much about the straight path and ne’er shifting or drifting, staying with promises solemn, some of them—so “Stay With Me” single and white (credentials) and me a MALE—yeah I am going to bring ye buoyant GIFTing

PRECIOUS DENTAL = Presidentials = Seen for yourself!

“Something Something” Squishy Sea Sandals Styling “Swiftly” Smothered Sniff-Sniff

Played out a hag-rag with a tatted Mr. Hexer and his watch, his TAG-Heuer—gay tubed —stances at the “SJ Dances” done drugs prior to beady eyes, his dilated pupils opened wide, mentally deranged, needing The Saint John’s “Firing” of Mr. John Deedy, now disgruntled done been the commonsense “Firing” from Saint Peter-Marian, recently, really, TO BE THE SECOND CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL TO FIRE HIM AND HIS ANAL LUBE THAT FAGGOT  "MY RAPIST"  TEACHER!—what where was it with his devil face, his hair, I beg you all to “care” about what I, threatened to have my Saint John’s Diploma deleted from the SJ school, and he’s carrying along the memories of many SJ “Boys” but Graduated, hours gone by and Alex K. who, when he was alive and GAY-LEE, he softly muttered “I’m in Heaven” 

Destination Described, Estrangled S&M “MY GAY RAPIST!” who he, him, he raped Jim C. now him R.I.P. been routinely “gaped” and aghast at the sight of a straight man, boy then, when I had recently Graduated from Saint John’s in the good ol’ Y2K oh the dreamy days Watergate ways and Waxy Maize

Sometimes a burrito just FITS the appetizmal Taco, Too, so where unto does one commute in whichever restaurant “fits the bill”—albeit I ate a double quarter-pounder at McDonalds earlier today, that starting now I am to stay with my parents for 4 days, them said couch potatoes—and I feel as though, well you know, I’m keeping my days well and smell—which red Roses I’d buy for my Mom—and I bought some flowers delivered to The Facebook House, their offices in what would ignite “Social Media" and paying some money for an “I’m Addicted To [ FACEBOOK ] t-shirt—it has been STOLEN FROM ME!

Play the days away-  now and always endearing, you all legit website hits of MY READERS gone shopping for larger screens (for tobacco pipes usually) or maybe you have seen this magical “magic” coming forth (coming for applause whilst obeying Fox News, I choose) I’ve never liked an early bedtime to snooze—I do fine with my “Normal Nocturnal”—I only come out at night, remember GH2 and sugary “Sprite” sold, and Coca~Cola Zero, for calorie-free, the taste tingles, oh the joyous me able to sip the tasty tongue “carbonation”—USA #1 and America First!

You see?

RED WHITE AND BLUE ON MY SHIRT THAT FITS ME, SIZE “XXXL” or something smaller, I’m a size “Large” and I haven’t barged into a Bar in time from 2016+ yeah, that 2016+ MY SOBRIETY—fitting like a tight leather glove—when I glow, smoking a tiny amount of tobacco, You see?

Pecking at the keys is ALL ME! Full-time and officially “Published in The Student Voice” — so some such tune of that pitcher at Bat—MLB players of all MEN—and don’t you go daring so as to bring any of that “TRANS” DEVIANT “TRANS” BULLSHIT TO ME EVER EVER AGAIN! you see, I’ve witnessed a marriage and offspring with a “Tranny” and her/his own family with their offspring, Rejoice, for this flagrant physical surgery—she/he has children to raise!

But now seriously, have you ever seen the SURGERY OF A TRANS MAN completed, in completion—save for the ESTROGEN INJECTIONS, hello? lessons, lessons, lessons, to be heard and learned ??? “Tranny MISCREANTS, they should have stayed as “Gents”—that’s pre-tense for offense for GOOD “STRAIGHT” MEN AND WOMEN!

It’s an atrocity to see the outright audacity of inner-city freaks, being on welfare and shopping at a store with nowadays the TERM: “FOOD STAMPS”

How much money does it cost to send an envelope to be delivered? OH THE MAIL! ((( having nothing to do with MALES become women ))) FLAGRANT FOUL OF GOD’S CREATION!

Oh I forgot, the “TRANS” HAVE MADE A MOCKERY OF THE CHRISTIAN FAITH, I MEAN: JESUS CHRIST! Wanna see?

There are many things you should know about what culminates as a FALSE SENSE OF LOVE (!!!) WITH THE GAY HOMOSEXUAL BUNCH!