Thirsty for Cheese, and to Feel the Breeze set sail along Mr. D.'s discrepancy at Saint John's High School... Class of 2000!

Cattle so Addled with the six-pence trench by the bullhorn’s gargantuan volume, so as I with Tulips stashed in Tupperware, sniff my two-lips for a kiss I could have seen a wholesomely rude attitude with what I exude a prominent figure—a figurine of Paris France with the Ms Hilton shoveling dirt on the good and ol’ Lindsay Low-Hand lefty left me broke as a joke with wearing shoes to sell—for some food, handily, that the hearsay a pipe can be made with Acrylic “Clay” instead of Play-Doh and E, I, E, I, and OH ain’t that the crux of the cavern, I steer clear of any Tavern I once knew so well, the 12 oz bottle of beseeched “Becks”—I love my Dad—I love my Mom—I love my Aunt Donna Donohue—and last but not least (her height, the shortest) Justine Aragona The Queen, bringing a storm, being the one who brings it, of course:

The Swarm:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAcyyquhd3Y

Eh, alike?

The Whispered Whistle of What Feels Fine and Fuzzy ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FilnW5NWevo

With the musculature of a sweetie chick who works out thick-

Her skinny legs, reminding me of piggy pegs, those legs

Skinny and Limber, all-season albeit the whether or not

To seek a Plot of snagging a hunk, to create a “baby bump”

Of marvelous family kin-ship staying afloat like a boat

Titanic aside, DD-cups so wide with subcutaneous fat

Albeit keeping (protecting) the nipple—free the nipple!

Silent sonic whistle, that’s a hustle, or Russ ’n’ Buster

Skinny jeans at the airport—seamstresses return of a...

Therapeutic “thread” treated and a pin-point needle

But not a syringe—merely an Insulin pin, that the,

Vitamin Squirt (HGH) bringing on the pain, the hurling

C-rings a bout it bout it with snide occupational intensity

That oh the bereavement-ed mess which, this I digress

Sometimes a “life-saver” the pudgy paramedics whether:

NWS = Not Work Safe,

National Weather Service

"Virgin Birth" has been studied, known as "Parthenogenesis" = MANY BIRTHS LIKE JESUS *shrug*

Because I worship "God":

My question: Do you pray to "The Creator of The Heavens and The Earth" OR do you pray to Jesus Christ who was born of Mary?

Let me rephrase that, do you pray to "The Creator of the universe" ? or do you pray to a man who was crucified and put to death by a government ?

So who’s more important, “The Creator of The Heavens and The Earth" OR Jesus Christ ?

Who is “God” if you had to pick only 1 response? 😘

BIG NEWS NOW: BABY SHARK, NO SPERM! https://www.npr.org/2023/11/07/1211178209/shark-pup-parthenogenes

Striding Copper Fox at Starbucks

one afternoon

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

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

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

Desicrated delinquent’s delicious bounty—rolled in

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

Super-tastic with my spackled Speckles my reptile

Flaking out and with Reservations—at a restaurant

Aquatic scenery obscene with the fish laying their eggs

Parfait

Escargo

Salsa

Sardines

Guacamole

 — the Caviar!

No longer with what lazy-ness—the decline shuttups

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

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

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

Shopping for UV lenses in a pair of spectacles

 — spectacular, my lizard Leopard Gecko: Speckles

Finery re-defined as a dearest desperate spoon

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

Delightfully very pretty, that Alexandria on Occassion!

So Do You Have Rickets?? I have ROCKETS!

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

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

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

Like “Oh man!”

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

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

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

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

I wrote this poem:

ConstantGardener

I drank the sea

I drank the sea

it did not stir

it did not spin

or send its white horses dancing

there was no spittle on its evolving tongue

its language was my own

its wandering was my own

we sat we rose 

      together

and by the shore we waved

by the shore we waved 

👋

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

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

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

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