Tongues swishing singing swooning with a sweetie poo pooh-bear and a trigger trying typing for a panic attack oh ackkk yuck-yick-yick and this is the female I am missing, pleading give me my “Justine” right now in coming days to come for her, for anyLonger-she is not a teen no more, when with her, I would score so valuably valiantly with the vim humming from her humming in my stroke them (S-crot them), while soaring free as a bird I wished for our love to be my words, my voice and the words cumming out of my mouth — ooh la la fancy pants minus the pants, and make that minus the underwaez tight up between the buns of the bum, hun... minus the men with POV (point of view) (prisoner of war) yeah “POV” video only showing one figure on the fine f-ing female on-screen to be seen without being mean WHEN I CALL FOR ANTI-VIRUS ANTI-VO ANTI-VIOLENCE ANTI-VIOLINS to be played tennis balls bouncing, them balls straight-up bouncin’ like “Bro, let’s BOUNCE!”, to be played through the oral Autistic Full-Spectrum SERVE the ball but not in the tennis field of court with dreams of creating a baseball field to eat corn on the Cobb every night — duh — what do you think people who grow corn eat for dinner every night ??? WITH DELICATE DELICIATE DELICIOUS DINING WITH BUTTER AND BUTTS ***ahem***
#2 pencil Pussy predict a pontificated King Pontius pointed like a ball-point pen as the pencil has been traded for ink, and hoo boy oh boy that has quite a stink — so I quit here to make it onto the next one, the next post and I will rest my typing on the type-board bulletin-board of my own at The Poetic Voice I spoke with my voice to Mrs. Vo with candles lit and our handles on the inter web I’m “alwayschillen” and I floss with much, brushing, onto my Flavor, where Modest Mouse sings, “Float On” that I pulled up on the net and next to a Geo Metro with racing stripes akin to a stringy-thing around the hips of the dippy-doo at the hoop with Kyrie Irving doing all the flirting with the tall thin cheerleaders kickin’ their footsies foo in the air for you!
I try to see a life on the, Ending With my Bit-Chain BitCoin(s), The Titanic dancing on the ballroom floors as the ship goes down, and I went down on some sweet girls, confined to a floor, I needed nothing more than THE BALLROOM DANCING in the empty cafeteria as we had no music playing, so the beautiful younger girls all sung songs while we danced, but what a shame we couldn’t listen to Rhianna or view her stupendous (stupid) ((( stop drop and roll on E all nizzy lizzy )))
With Izzy
and a can of IZZE (Tiphdizzle) they have here, I’m so thankful ISIS IS GONE !!!
Read this wording for just a brief moment and think of the many foreign lives saved — what do we have in common ?????
WE’RE ALL HUMANS READING MY STUNNING SENTENCES being a #1 Stunner with Philip Stoddard my lawyer from my DUI verdict, when the Judge proved to me he has a big one, as I walked out the door sans driver’s-license for 1 year and a car was upon me parked on the paved city street outside my favorite restaurant I crafted a serious article about the willy-nilly “designer coffees” they served for a year or so, so while it was up I would order the delicious Coca Mocha that made it in print on my published article in The Student Voice at my University in Worcester where my Dad built a business that sold for over 30 million USD, don’t you see?
I was so lucky enough to have a job doing data-entry I enjoyed with my seat at my table in The Company “President’s” Office and attending the morning meeting with the owners and high-up co-workers in the heezy wheezy baby! nom nom nom a DD-cupcake for the wife jumping out of a huge white cardboard cake with Art-Deco “decorations” all across our USA Nation!
Choppers U-Haul’ing coppers at the intersection all sexual holding a MAGNUM and I’m not talking about the sealed box of Trojan MAGNUMS taking a nap, atop my fridge, in my kitchen, like the spatulas spatting at the tarantulas — an Usambara Tarantula in my room at home whoa meny years ago to and fro and for me at Reptiles and Beyond near my home, I bought a vicious tarantula in the Bermuda Triangle with Katy Perry’s “Prism” disc that was a big hit I bought it for my Mom to listen to with thoughts of the sky above me with many clouds holding iced-water with lemons and limes not that SKYY vodka from so long ago, “AWW YEAH NIGGA THAT’S THE SH-BOOM’S CLUB I DRANK ONE GIN&TONIC THERE WHILE I STAIRED AT THE STAIRS LEADING TO THE ROOF, SO *RAISE IT* — raise da roof — woof woof Ripley my pet stoked- at stroking your thick-coat in a garden with a moat and a Goat, like my “Horny Goat Weed” in capsules and catapulting the nearest kitten-cats catatonic like the gin that I don’t have any gin since 2016, since helping amino-acids divest with Ginger from the store where I’ve asked them, “Buy me more ice cream galore because I love Ben&Jerry’s BJ flavor with “flava flav” doing a dance with a dingo, and the gin go- straight down your gastric bypass tube sticking out of your gut, BUT I urge all of you to “THE MY MINIMALIST DIET” when I quested to eat only white rice, unflavored protein powder, unflavored and non-buttered corn kernels in the micro WAVE TO THE CAMERA! SURFING THE WAVES WITH WAYNE ON A SEE?DO?
And with “The My Minimalist Diet” the only liquid you can drink is water (in bottles or from the tap-water ) or lemon / lime water at a restaurant, where you could also order a healthy salad with predominantly-inherently instantly interesting things that zing! and with only lettuce and the only salad dressing would be EVOO = lettuce and olive oil, hmm what else? Well mostly you’d drink water, eat white rice, have plain unflavored protein-powder, eat cooked hamburger alone, unflavored, take a multivitamin and caffeine pills to give our bodies energy, and calcium pills for healthy bones, no apples, no bananas, no berries, but plenty of nuts I have my nuts stored, from a store Hannafords that sells groceries: bread cheese olive-oil, “Why I aughta!” EVOO extra virginity olive oil because I’ve never been with a virgin! Like Justine had some “experience” with working her internal vaginal muscles to sweet squeeze the head of the tip all over her stomach muscles of toothbrush bristle brushing the off-white chompers with all-right choppers in the air as I’m being sir Veil Lance Armstrong with a yellow LIVESTRONG bracelet on each wrist- left and right so tight like those not “in the know” in the now as I appear un-like a clown with nightmares of Stephen King’s “It” with the clown all around and the tarantula spider, oh why was Stephen King a writer? AFTER A TRAUMATIC CAR ACCIDENT WHERE HE KILLED A BLACK FAMILY OF FIVE WITH A D.U.I. !!!!! I’m not so sure about that last bit, but here’s a tip, don’t have scars on your face! Yeah instead top off a Tiph with the tip of a balls-on-point head, he said to the prick and dangling out of his or her mouth, a solemn tooth-pick, double-pointed and here’s a pointer for her, you your make up is smearing and your stank vagina is making me fearing, or you could just blow me on my couch, put it in your MOUTH, singing a song so long, my length of the lesson of thee, let’s make a family tree!
Do you like my poetry ???
There are Prose and ex-con’s mowing front lawns, felching with ferrets and Green Berets on campus grounds but not Ground Zero, the policemen and firemen are heroes!
Whilst you knows?
About that see, I know how to be, not getting too much muscle working out as I try to be thin with my strength as a writer and sitting-up still on a decline bench, do it in a cinch! and pinch an inch of pink skin on the outside and “we’re all pink on the inside” where I wear my underwear never dirty, even with the squirting! I’m not one to do much flirty-flirty-flirting for 40 yards deep on the Rake and Run with my Church, the choir bizarre and able to fit in zip-up gowns, not afraid of clowns, but no clouds in the sky as I cry to you, “NO CLOWNING AROUND!”
Bread from the Munster’s Lurch, yes, and cheese from the Church, listed, along with Pam (of Baywatch on my 3rd Movado) to spray the fryer-pan on the stove with a treasure trove and truce of Bruce, Fenton who made me earn so much money through my stocks in previous years through my cousin Daniel M. Besse who controls my money. I paid him with $120 or $140 to put in Bitcoin, Bitcoin Cash, Stellar, XRP, Dogecoin, etc. to buy me a house near my home and a 1999 Ferrari F355 F1 with red paint and a tan leather interior... just beautiful, a beautiful car, for $90,000 or so for a nice one with low miles, I watched a recommended video on YouTube because I honestly plan on owning one later in life, when I have the most money and a new Subaru Outback XT “Onyx” edition or “Limited” brand new being a Subaru/Japanese vehicle type of model-looking thinness I don’t take any ephedra or diet pills but caffeine pills and Citrical calcium with many sit-up’s done on my decline bench in my main room upstairs! But who cares ??
21+ only!
I want to be with a girl who has adopted Sobriety from alcohol and opiates and anti-depressants that aren’t Zoloft, because I’d love a happy young girl who’s 21+ or mature but not old, when I’ve been very interested in, as well as benefiting from the many “Anti-Aging Supplements and Foods” with amino-acids making me party like it’s 1999 Ferrari 360 Modena, or that F355 that I caught a YouTube video of comparing the two beautiful cars, as I ask a girl to pull a card from the deck and I guess what it is, dun dun dun, that’s not a card- IT’S OUR CEASE AND DID MY STEP-SISTER, big online, them passionate videos, or I bet some sick Satanic gay faggot pleasured himself to “The Passion” about Jesus Christ who I know he’s not God over Humanity because I’m good smart about “Parthenogenesis” that is kept hush-hush because no one believes in Jesus anymore, or it’s just me with my God and the many visions of My Universe and OUR universe that we all share, and simply like only like just... because I made it to God Himself The Father with my greatest lover ever, UNEQUIVOCALLY, is Justine my love I had a Heavenly experience from 7 hours of tight sex when I reached in front of God Himself The Father at the edge of space, and I made it through Him only because I pointed to the edge of space saying, “Justine take me to God!” and thanks to her Mom’s honesty about how we make love, her V was pumping fluids and leaving a slimy sticky wet-liquid on my bottom sheet of paper in the Newspaper: “Boy makes it beyond God with his Disabled left side of his body!”
18 is when you’re allowed to purchase tobacco, and while I spoke and smoke Bugler tobacco, speaking out of a “Bugle” just to bug you !!!
A bugle, like the musical instrument stuck down my throat with a small camera and I had my great Soliloquies on www.stillchillen.com, that was part of a progression from www.justchillen.com to www.stillchillen.com and now www.alwayschillen.com with much content from 2007 online and totally viewable on archive.org
And there was the corn chip carb snack that stank to the vicarious distance accelerating in a TANK rolling down 5th Avenue with brand new oil balsamic bank balance with balloons for you on your birthday Larry Bird day when the soldiers in that serious TANK have M-16’s and canteens with water (spiked with Fentalyn) to sip on while their asses sit on a “banch” a bench in France where my many thousands of dollars sit laying patient for me the patient with patience for the nurses in the I.C.U. with a pornoTube “a tube” poo up my ass because I was so gosh darn injured with Heavy weight before I crashed!
I cried, hours after a room of people all made fun of how fat I’d become, drinking, not doing Coke Zero instead having Sugary “Pour your sugar on me, and get enough of nothing at all as my vim to why the whim of my prude but pretty ex-girl to the next-girl I want to marry her and if she’s gained a couple pounds I’m going to put her on “My The Minimalist Diet” with plenty of pills without Fat Burners like Xena-trim DIN ZING! DING! A pig is a Hog rider poor and portraying a guessed in a municipal movie moving on Mondays, this after the weekend when we when we when we GO... to earn pay-checks with phat cash moolah sings the cow with the cattle-bell dinging like Chandler Bing on friends with a ring for the doorbell to sound, but only on the weekend, long after Monday nearer to Thursday the Mon-eyyy day with a mute midget in the museum singing Monet painting pictures on a camera with Photography I taking “Graphic” photos of mathematical graphs with X, Y, Slope you dope this the one money maker here with her, with Ember, so slim like a Slim Jim you chomp chew on while you unlock your car you care for with a metal hook thing you slip down the side of the window too wonder, where are my keys? And what is going on with my “Life-Lock” on Norton 360 and my safe at home where I want my parents to load it with my heart-working hard hooligans’ money I made with “Crypto-Currencies”!
I knew I’d be repaid for every tear I cried at home, the pain of my left hip and left leg I got no painkillers for, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY!
“Revealation”: IF YOU GET TWO GIRLS PREGNANT AND THEY HAVE BABES, AND YOU CAN’T PAY CHILD SUPPORT BECAUSE OF YOUR OPIATE AND ALCOHOL HABITS, well maybe you still go to heaven/hell if you’re nice and say nighty-night to your princess sugar queen with her diet being great, eating just enough to fill your belly and sipping water with lemon at a restaurant, where you go to UNO’s and never order their yickey deep dish “Trish the Dish” pizza Trish was skinny and had a nice body, having calmed down and made a good person of herself and Justine’s Mom is a good person too — Linda is great!
The rim of a March of Tini “ Ara “ ...or the rim of a Martini sing it Ari! I cleaned up my habits of swishing the swill of swinging with The Swingers’ capricord not a sword or the S word say SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! BABY, SHIT! says from the lips of an old hard-working whore who consoles a Constipated Conspiracy theories of the Trump and the what else can be said: “Karma” every tear I cried, that year in my recovery 2005 it was a hair-brained man who takes Zoloft and Propecia for a professional appearance on The Apprentice I appreciated Trump on that show me the money at my bank in France as Marquis is French and Justin had a “Marquis” AIM name like I was “Jeffrey Marquis” with my real name, PLEASE not this “Jeffry” name they had me win win in the hospital with a win/win distinction as per my discretion and the disclosure of a confession of what I have done wrong, BUT I DID NOT TRY TO KILL MYSELF IN 2004 www.wrxtbi.com my accident of dents to my WRX by Subaru the TURBO big and powerful, maybe too big for such a small car, and I had wide rims with grippy rubber, so tie on a rubber, college boys, and girls carry a condom for emerging emotional enduring the waiting periods girls have when some girls have to have an operation, with the Dr.’s caring for me with road flares in their offices, saying to the nurse, “This boy has a “Mammoth Man” crotch! Wow wee! Wow a weenie! KATCH-UP on the grille in the backyard backdoor boys roaring roasting toasting “BBQ Weeniers” with why the whiners, why do they do this to the protected people pumping wrist-watches while wheeling up like Flex Wheeler (look him up) the star-bodybuilder on the cover of “Hardcore Bodybuilding” like my GNC boss was into working out so much at gyms, and speaking of gyms Oh I know Jim Cassidy, Jim Chase, and Jim Moreau but he is not a Slim Jim, an exorbitant eater of the fatty foods like NO WEINERS FOR JIM!
Becoming something with Tender Loving Care on channel 51 I’m giving my Dad 49% of my “Crypto-Currencies” earnings when I choose to sell them later in life, once they’re worth more!
Look up and Look Out being in The Loop with a Loopy Parrot eating Fruit Loops like big O ’s of all colors of a Tropical nature, nature’s Tropical Storms leaving restaurant-goers stomping their feet out the door as the food came cold and they said something about “The stove going out.”
BVD’s I’ve never worn their underwear, the crotch was too tight, ass I as I need some more room down there, down stairs, to DEBASEMENT is a bad thing in, insulting speeches of me being left speechless in this document I’m writing and IT’S ONLY MEDIOCRE!
I need to develop a roll of Kodak and develop my writing into becoming something-MORE than dilly-dally words with Sally and Ally in the Alley without The Nation’s allies because they are lying!
I’d dig kisses on thick lips, not Carina’s thin ones, yeah more like Jess’s au naturels and less like Lisa’s who got too much Botox with Bob the neighborhood-Bowtox “Bo-talks” BOTOX that Demi Moore is so old and Bob does Botox injections in his garage with his Damar Printing 3’x5’ sign out front on his lawn (he “mode” with a more-er...) FREE BOTOX FOR BEAUTIFUL BABES WITH BODACIOUS BODIES! I creep at her with my stature. I am not a creep. But I would creep on my Facebook-crushes in 2006-2010 remaining online to chat with me the nice chap with lubricated lips but not from the lubricant Swiss Navy, not that but something else I assure you the CHAP-stick doing my lips so lovely with a kiss-kiss-kiss and a Donald Trump Tweet with a twist of lemon and lime, ol’ Trumpy is maybe Grumpy the goose-lingo with all of this sticky-string though a tampon, oh it’s ON, with the off-switch negated by the negroes who assure the classy white family they’re not leaving with their iPhones to E.T. phone home with Mum-ski ’n’ Pops who’s popping corn with “My The Minimalist Diet” I will try to stick out with my Delicious olive-oil alive and coming at you with a peaceful presents on Christmas Day eating ham and cheez with Milano cookies to say please, I beg you, buy me a new Outback XT! It’s impressive zero to sixty!
Real quick, so, race your friends but only on Track Day at the Orpheum for more opiates and Fentanyl, signed with a Quill and an Insulin pin — I don’t do that, so trouble I’m not in!
Nothing bought to boost my Testosterone, and no one here does that exercising, so I’m not alone, except when I sit on my 69 Love Seat all warm, I’m alone
Stanozolone is a bad drug I know from all of the Muscular Muscle Deb-elopment but not to “elope” as my parents got married before I was born, I could have sworn on Wayne’s Sword such blessed seminal fluid all along I knew it, “MOM AND DAD YOU HAD SEX TO CREATE ME!” And I was elated (a la elope they didn’t), so swerve your swinging sauce to drip the catsup pussy-woo seminal flu... “Yes Jeff, yes son, Mom and Dad had sex,” according to my Mom who gave me the give’t dove birth... with Dove soap Justine would wash her face, free of zits and with ample bosomus belittle be so little, so short, Justine was bare of a retort! So she would vacation with me at a resort for a time not too long, but not too short! and without hard white coke to snort!
Keep your noses clean, with no white powder to be seen, and blowing out the boogers with a handful of Hershey’s Gushers, being chewed on for a little snack by the Pipe Master Plumber sitting on a clean toilet bench, and with a finger up his knows, he knows, no one knows (he’s doing this) (to take his life...) (ON THE MASS PIKE!)
Keeps.com to keep your hair, and keepers keeping the keepsake in ship-shape on the USS Molasses in Topeka, Kansas, crowning the jeweled Jewish monarch-wife with plenty of hormonal strife, and not to mention, IRATE I.B.S. for keeping the crap off of the tushy, me a wuss??? You must be!
Swisher fish-flush the Goldfish down the drain as I try to refrain from using my dental retainer and braces your self for a deep impact of a deep dental implant like Misses Donna hue I miss you! When I call you up and you talk about your pup and ask him “what’s up?” and along with your deceased and certified-goodperson Sarita may she lay in Heaven for all keeping the promises of a divine figuring figurine wouldn’t it figure: From the heart to the trigger, you’ll always be my nigger as we proceed to produce the production of the promo with what? WHO KNOWS?
Come to me with a phat bottle 750mL of Hennessy being a company “Motorsports” that tunes Dodge Vipers with her tears, I’ll wipe hers here clean and those shimmering spectacles simply spectacular with perfect for a Speech Therapy at Fairlawn, thereafter mowing the lawn, at home, where I was in “The Zone” at my home where I’d use my family’s Bowflex eating Lucky Charms out of a cereal bowl, in my bow to the owls ahead in the avenue leading a dump-trick to rid it of soil the middle-east has the oil, so as not to spoil, the gasoline prices are shimmering like icy pieces of “ices” fresh lingo playing Bingo, the resolute retards here, some of them nice, like the new woman, and get on the treadmill by mu own will (that I set a goal to use the treadmill here for 21+ minutes with my digits hitting the “RUN!” Button in red like Panic! But only at the Disco, for those who are “in the know” now- I want it NOW MOMMY AND DADDY, GIVE THE BABY HIS BITCOIN!
I did it by the decade, so when I turn 40 or 50, I like the spliff to be lit by me, spitting gack, and the back spits back, by the bridge of the bay- we have a nice day, what do you say? Thank You and Please I don’t have a disease, so I rest on my MyPillow (recommended by Trump), and I am below the ceiling with a lingering feeling of having written me so good me write words on typing pecks at the birdseed and have you seen? My belly is big, this while I’m not a pig! Too many fish oils they don’t spoil, when I keep them in the fridgrerater that is greater with a cold freezer as I pluck my eyebrows with tweezers, like these old geezers at nursing homes with nurses, now I’m writing verses, like Hulk Hogan and like
“oh here we go again!” ::: http://www.alwayschillen.com/soliloquy004.htm
Oh lol and La Di Da Di, I like this party — in words of a page to the beeper on the online Facebook “Creeper” Jeff M. inem the white rapper of flamboyant festivities fine to read, if you’re good at “Thinking” about what to do next in my text? Scroll to the bottom of the page if you want to hear the punchline while throwing no hits to bits, drinking the PUNCH with Hawaii 5-0 on patrol in the pistol-packing got-your-backing attacking the negroes in “Da Hood” while drinking so much of, this, coffee, pull into a gas station to piss your urine into the yearn-it-all with Allah glad to see you through and through, so physical, the physics of tight-intercourse a smorgasbord of the senses with contact lenses piquing interest in intercourse on a golden golf course with the Buggy swing the pitch and get a “bogie” in the sand of the land or at sea, if you really want to see what I’m hiding, come to my MARIJUANA GROW FACTORY IN THE BARN!
As a cat plays with yarn, on the rake and run so much fun, in people’s yards with pitchforks I’ll tell you where I’ll rake the leaves if you promise you’re not going anywhere, when I’m not done...
The green light drops and we’re off with sparks from the motor-iron cylinders cycling like Lance and “Stretch Armstrong” we live long lives with 40 wives or make it 69 to make it there in her undies the “Thong” to a sing-song so long for the engine to breath, Netanyahoo’s sleeve, not to be seen by anyone mean... this writing, I just vomited up my spleen, now not to be seen as I scooped up the mess with paper towels, I hear the staff in HOWLS! WITH THAT OWL! On AOL in The Garden of Eden with what you see when I tell you, “I mean it!”
Elf on a Shelf the Sirius X-Mas special with Kim on the world stage — Kardashian, that is... putting me “in a trance” with her big breast implants, and not to forget Vote Lance!
Serious cheater the French he’s gonna beat her, over and under the head, hours before blowing out the candles and going to bed, so bad: abuse — the wives’ tailbones are Obtuse with fat asses so Obese it scares away the forest geese! And minestrone’s milestones in the bottom of the bowl of soup, before dinner, this meal is a winner, a milestone of a chef’s achievement, something sweet “bereavement” oh dam for the Beaver making a nest of wooden barrels, but of monkeys dancing with bells on this hell is on, and it’s hot, so drop the pot and bang the pans, this writer has some big plans!
Mixing mixer mingling at the sinful “singles” club for swingers, who’re using protection, and under a gynocologist’s inspection checking clear to intertwine with a lover but probably drinking wine at the mixer and I know how to fix her! ... with a fix of the sugar on her candy and cane’s are chains of Cane-sugar all over my body that’s clean all over, with no warts in-between my boxers and boxer-briefs and CK black briefs, good grief! ... I don’t have any STD’s thank you doctor please!
A celebration of the arts when a tubby Teletubbie farts with a mystical missed in the air, without a care, but Mamma Bear is pissed — and she X’d it off her list! — AS SHE MAKES A FIST!
Hot mama, use your powder on your tushy, it’s where the whoosh is supposed to be, or maybe not with the Zingo-Single-Lingo playing Bingo, the retards here, but I’ll be in my apartment getting not-bent and without spending a single cent, on my Bank of America Debit Card, as my Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, with pretty voices and no funny movements like I am so sorry to have mentioned a laxative Lucky Charms with a protein shake Chocolate I dedicate to the Catwoman A.C.E. Ph. D. Painting of a cat on paper and I’ll finish it later, Coming on with the Omicron shoutout’s to my doctor with a Ph. D. my the
Only an ovary is over me, I owe you my Bee with a Honeycomb cereal for your hair, and if you’re completely bald, I don’t care, for I give you no pity to please me and my innermost hatred of a cancer drunk by no means a “Hunk” battered from terror he feels no splendor, spent money on therapists and lingo as we go, so stop right there, because I CARE... about only me... and my Marquis Family!
Curtail your frivolous fronting as the happy hamster with smelly pee soaks the wood chips so pleasantly with a biological need, I miss Hampy and hemp, so I want to help my Grammy!
