Always Chillen

Wednesday, October 4, 2023

Michael (TRIX6934) call me at 596-4311 I want to talk to you about Saint John's High School we attended with our Class of 2000, I was injured with my www.wrxtbi.com

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RisBAkC0x8

"Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave" and what happened to his older sister's Husband/Wife?

Who else remembers the hundreds of license plates around me, when I would contemplate Divine "complexity" learned through random.org and randomwordgenerator.com

Whisper to the mello’s with some serious Melons, poked and groped filling one’s having handed the way of a bodily stage of succinct pinch, how swell then and appearing on the side of a Milk Carton (of cigarettes? I don’t smoke cigarettes):

In this crummy mess with more then the most plentiful pastries maybee’s in the pants you see, on me—along with USDT “traders” of FOREX liquid money sitting in the heated and melted, but mis-aligned Pot of Gold you fools need to be of collegiate education, sifting in schools that went out the window with “The China Virus” sipping on the same simple drink, come to think, it was an inch, being the needle—XMAS decoration of a tree’s tinsel and then “TIMBER” rough and rugged man-hands with a Saw—Swam in a dream, hurd of bee’s on tilted axis—I be where the cash is in Currencies, Stocks, precious metals flower’s peddles on the splinter of declaring me a possible winner, of the art display, that hey—which way will the unanimous descision intra-tangle what will soon be mangled with angels offering something to service with larger hips and I would always leave a $20 to $40 tip with my meal for one, that The Fish Restaurant of delicious SEE? FOOD? See it wholesomely for a quick peeping grin of a “Pinball Wizard” scratch ticked WIN $250—a college dreamer lover of her Mother listening to my kind words—a glass of water... The H2O don’t you realize you blinded by the 0-calorie blinding bright light of aquatic refreshment—with ice cubes of the Arctic, and XMAS presents hidden in the Attic—you’re erratic with the misnumbered number of dental syringes squeezing Novocaine into one’s gums, oh that’s fun, and do it some more, with DROOL!

Me being Autistic and Oh So “Tasty’s Treats” a taste of the retardation—you couldn’t bear the smell—of a Bull Market with my being Bullish for real, for real, of the spectrum spinning—wheels on a Chevy Silverado, flexing the 22” rims of weight, wait for it wait for it, okay, it’s Kate and she’s late for a Midnight clue, Aunt Donna Donohue—I love you, I trust you, and you are the only protection I have from when I AM BEING HACKED ON MY DEVICES!

I hate my enemies: A.A.A.S.D.M.J.C.

They almost, so nearly they caused my Great “Disability” of what though? Well maybe one’s brain is a vital cognition of a key in the ignition—they all have keys and combinations (safe for sale: 108959#) of my three doors, with the dorks down to make me frown, eating a creamy Fluff and stuff—gonads and a stick of Butter, peanuts and bread, bring out the Pita (bread) well-spent Sarah in her boyfriend’s Camaro, when wouldn’t you sync the beat and flow, floor-mats in that bright red Camaro—singing the high notes with a special low-tone drone of them good ol’ LOW NOTES—ignore my posts, and put up a 3M yellow “Sticky” on the side of the sets pushupping tall with HushPuppies squeeze them swimming TOES when it’s like lucky-noodle white-haired Poodle, knee-high booties, them shoesies—being BOOTS—the kitty-cat owned by Aunt Ida Bee, who, well sadly she’s not with us anymore at a heavy weight with God-knows how big, her “Over The Shoulder Boulder Holders” she was so heavy and cheery in the Nursing Home—Mom and Aunt Donna helped huge-ly her take baths and showers, my Mom shuddered, saying to me, “That was an experience... guhhhhh!”

Stellar moods in blue so what’s this crumb-bum former friend, that he has been and aught to be—like me with a Lucky life-changing strange thing, to wisp upon an egg and whisker washed with Albumin sauce (saugases) eloping with the hoping of a white lady and no AZN’s... but I found this, I cringe at the country introduce to CoVid-19, which I emailed the Chinese government and Facebook laboratories "NAME IT WITH 18+ FOR A NUMBER, I swear to God—like suggesting Corona because they would come in glass bottles only, I remember, and Phil V. would drink them and then late-night at parties one would fall on the floor and shatter, a mess:

Heh, I live in "A Psychiatric Residence" and I've reached beyond God's real "Illusion" at the edge of space in 2013, some COUPLE hours beyond "the Big Bang" that was so intense I loved every moment of it, so I've figured out that "The Creator" of His universe gets boring after a few hours and I'm supposed to MARRY who else = NO ASIANS = but another Traumatic Brain Injury "Survivor" my Justine Aragona -- props go out to pelly57, thegingus, and Jim Martineau my new friend who's my ticket to meeting Vivek for a Presidential position—after talking to him some nights in 2005 and/or 2006!

Mrs. Bouvier liked Michael at Saint John's High School who found what I found to come as "A SUPREME BLESSING FROM GOD" !!!!!

Tuesday, October 3, 2023

Is Jesus Christ God?

Is Jesus Christ God?

I should let you know this fact: there have been many infants born of actual virgins who've never been in contact with a man's semen, that this is now known as "Parthenogenesis" which I learned about from Time Magazine -- soon after A NEW CHRIST-FIGURE was born but unspecial as had been known of the Scientific community yeah it's when a female's body creates a new baby -- WITHOUT A MAN! -- this is fact now, well known in my Saint John's private Catholic High School, so we all negated Jesus, him, simply an extremely rare PRODUCT OF NATURE! and when even still after graduating Saint John's $5,000+ per year school, I would go to The Charlton Federated Church which is "Protestant" -- after attending Sunday School for many years and Saint John's where my Class of 2000 are often "Islamic" now -- maybe it has to do with my peers' dedication to God but sometimes not Jesus Christ because "virgin births" happen every so often, completely naturally, and it's ALSO done in billion dollar hospitals when a woman has the money to have a baby without a father it's "Parthenogenesis" that Jesus is misunderstood as being "God" who He is "The Father and The Creator of His universe" so anyways back to Allah, I would choose to stay with Allah in distant space -- God The Father, The Creator of His universe is so Holy but as a Deity, He is a real "Illusion" like a Supreme "Hologram" of him looking like King Triton in Disney's "The Little Mermaid" with mostly the white beard shining bright white, and I know he had a blueish glow coming from His Grand Figure, who, well, I saw He was a hologram a REAL "ILLUSION" at the edge of space, where I asked my girlfriend and Allah to Deliver me to God in 2013 that took some hours, and then I stayed with God who is "The Creator" and He was shining blue like The Statue of Liberty -- because I'm a great American! -- hence The Statue of Liberty -- so anyways before that BLESSED NIGHT began, I read The Qur'an in bed with us and obviously also important 2 Bibles, a Heaven pamphlet I bought at Morning Star in Auburn, MA entitled, "What's So Great About Heaven?" and as I made a habit of collecting Sunday Service hand-outs and the monthly mailer, I had 70+ Christian hand-outs tucked into a Bible with my name in gold on the cover -- thanks to Rev. Jim Chase and my having given hundreds of U.S. Dollars to Rev. Anne Skinner -- I have a hard time believing Rev. Chase ever had cancer, so I think he's still alive and people like him they lie to me -- I think his gravestone is fake -- we went out to lunch every other week for some years and I've been a Volunteer in a couple Church led Humanitarian and Charity causes donating many hundreds USD -- I have read 7/10th's of The Qur'an but I stopped at the line in Luqman when it reads, "We have commanded people to be good to their parents. Their mothers weaned them."

And I drank Holy water from my Mom's she's "Deborah Marquis" her formerly American friend Carol she brought me Holy Water from Kuwait, and I drank it on 3 nights in a row, thanks to her!

I couldn't tell you the excitement when there was mentioned at my all-male Saint John's High School -- at Masses we would refuse to stop clapping, the student body, we would give Allah a standing ovation and not sitting down for a minute or two or a few -- that's when the upperclassmen had read The Qur'an -- I might finish it one day -- like I made my emails "jmarquis710" because of MMJ I wanted after my great injuries that a corrupt group of people I knew tried to have me get into a police chase in my Turbo Subaru WRX on November 2, 2004 after seeking help from many cops and everyone I knew, when some jerk illegally cast a vote in my own name -- oh I have ten "Aliases" to go along with my $$,$$$,$$$ ten Bitcoin, crypto-currency "Wallets" that's all in a bank I can't access because my awesome parents are my "Health-Proxy" controlling me completely!

Anyways at Saint John's Catholic School with my Class of 2000, a real lot of us found out about this great new "virgin birth" in The Middle-East and the easy solution was to concentrate on God and dismiss Jesus Christ, he's had so many Ph. D.'s lecture about how Jesus Christ is a natural part of nature -- some say he had no Holy powers thusly negating "beliefs" in Jesus Christ I've been hesitant at Saint John's -- but after my life-threatening injury in 2004, I worshipped only God (and Dad and Mom) because -- this is important -- I vocally said from the partially-paralyzed vocal cords, I had no function of my own voice for about 3 weeks wow so rather than pray to Jesus Christ, I took the pain to redeem myself and get the suffering out of the way -- I believe that we all must feel and endure the pain Jesus Christ felt when unjustly Crucified upon death, I got mine out of the way in 2004, I.C.U. 1 month, with a drilled-in to my stomach "Feeding Tube" I felt such pain in Jesus Christ's great and honorable name, but he is not "God" The Father, The Creator, Him, The Almighty -- so and so I've been granted with God in my life, thanks to Allah who followed my command that BLESSED night all 8 or 9 hours, preempting it with my raised arm pointing to the edge of space and saying, "JUSTINE TAKE ME TO GOD!"

Ask me about what "A million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond" feels like, but here's the thing have you heard of "A Straight Path" well I pointed to God who I knew He would be at the edge of space, Blessing His universe with planets and galaxies -- but there's two things: 1. God only proceeds 360-degrees in a sphere of growing His universe and 2. He didn't create the stars -- they were already there -- this puzzles my mind- the stars weren't generated by the Big Bang -- I accelerated through it and felt the best I've ever felt! Astonishing! Such Divinity! so I passed the test and stayed in the Big Bang for an hour or two- then Onto God, "The Creator" it was, so I stared at Him and His "Illusion" once again, "A hologram of Him" surrounding the edge of space and His Creation, OH ALLAH LEFT AS SOON AS I GESTURED TO GOD MY DEVOTION TO HIM -- I should have not gone in a straight line, or maybe that will come next time, Justine Aragona be my wife! We both have Traumatic Brain Injuries and they weren't our fault! Others caused our permanent Handicaps and Disabilities!

I run 3 dot-com's like my www.jeffreymarquis.com (and http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com I don't own that website...) and www.alwayschillen.com and MOST IMPORTANTLY MY www.wrxtbi.com that I had www.wrxtbL.com for a while because many people dislike how I'm good with God, being "Dedicated to Him"

I haven't had a sip of alcohol since 2018 or so!

I tried to quit drinking (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) and I was "SET-UP" when everyone knew I would get drunk and drive, when a group of corrupt people screamed at me into the Speakerphone at the LPD, "KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE INNOCENT!" (https://alwayschillen.blogspot.com/.../a-group-of-people...)

I believe in Evolution, the first X-cell and Y-cell instead of HUMANS being Adam and Eve -- always remember, men and women, that Eve bit the apple first and she conned Adam into taking a bite of it too!

I'm not mad at God because of my www.wrxtbi.com events in 2004, but I am mad at my Catholic Saint John's gay homo lifestyle of drugs and gay sex -- I GOT HIM FIRED FOR RAPING ME IN 2001/2002 WHEN HE PROCURED A LOT OF A HARD DRUG HE KNEW IT GOT HIS FORMER STUDENTS DROPPING THEIR UNDERWEAR! THIS MR. DEEDY SEXUALLY ABUSED ME ALL NIGHT LONG! HE HURT ME DOING IT!

But he got a job at another private religious High School after HE GOT FIRED FROM MY SAINT JOHN'S -- all my friends knew but my parents didn't -- it was awful to sustain such intense sexual abuse from this disgusting gay man! www.wrxtbi.com read all the links, that remember, I owned wrxtbL.com because my enemies almost killed me or paralyzed me on November 2, 2004...

Monday, October 2, 2023

I AM PLEASED DO SOOTHE YOU AND YOURS!

When another picks a pretty flour, so sour, one must come to Terminal of De-scent pleasantries of KITCHEN-COOKIES for the family to sop up the chocolate chips—Aunt Jemima moving her hips???—Or maybe Misses Lady Marmalade having just run on steady in a race, pick up the pace, switch one’s racial features of these Chumps—albeit never ever a Wimpy—Are you stumped, I must me with the missed chemical twist of 1 part ginger, 2 parts valerian, 3 parts porridge with Whey—you see, the more butt-er the more any-mostly... so then I ask, Are you:

A.) The House Speaker

B.) The House Keeper

C.) www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm

D.) “To Infinity and Beyond!”

I present to you a famed online star, Meatball: and her 6 felonies mugshot

And then on the opposite end of the spectrum, there's My Mom, paying "Housekeeper" dollars under the table, like just ask Juanita, nor her not being a Maid, as in ever, the hired help?—2 white house-cleaning toiletries and vacuuming during the day, one time every week or oh our 2 weeks, maybe? The duo never stole from our nice house, a ringing rooster or pick up the telephone to see one’s reacting to “Marquis Residence, Jeffrey speaking...” remembering the 3 or 4 days “Tweaking” the oiled wrench, changed oil of my car—the dearest dealership not too far away (from home)—and trips to buy Tire Shine and Carnauba Wax for my dear vehicles, like the 1991 Toyota Corolla Wag-on that caused me dismay, the 15” rims (with hubcap’s) displayed, and pulling up the “E” Brake to slalom slide all be subsided and extroverted, sides seen at restaurant menu’s to peruse, side of broccoli please, when it has been very much so floating here while seated, undies “Discrete” with an absence of “panty-lines” all fine to find, to search out, the southern hemisphere of girlies’ rears, so that to the end, and this: “Play Pretend” like I’m not gazing at the Sorority’s Sisters “Hazing”—what I call amazing, seeing girls puke, that creases the pieces of paper—sum of a toilet’s cleaning paper—stretched wide and caucasian thighs, on these big ol’ belly-gut (drinking too much) loins and groins a growling, aft to the befouling of the unkempt, of which, I AM EXEMPT! being single and with only one 1982 born-dated a worker here, somewhat dearey, my John Deere — no other “Johns” for this ELON-gated time frame, what was I straightforward thinking, in the end it was a stinking mess—pierced nipples on a chest, bereft, free and lacking, paddle-whacking a his highness—I only use CBD without the “high” which you are free to witness, me, busy like a bee, hence...

From what I know of the extensive universe, still growning at the speed of light (so slow, interstellularly) of God’s steady (stagnant?) pace, there I show you what Islam and Allah mean to me, it all being “Pure Velocity” for a Universal experience...

Allah, you interest me, it's REAL and ever so greatly—I want to stay with Allah, it to be, me my name "Jeffrey Marquis" www.jeffreymarquis.com 👀

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Eyes wide “Shut your Mouth”

Upon arrival of [ The Messenger ]

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

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

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

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

Colonel Sanders!

Sunday, September 24, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

Take it to the Bank,

Disgusting John, to

SPANKS for fucking me! 💩