I care about him and his son, like I care about Daniel M. Besse who wants to make money with me!
DAN’S SON, but maybe I wonder “What’s in it for me?”
Mommy D. I just want you to be, happy with me!
So happy to see you with the Clinique Astringent gentlemen of the Marquis Family, and I conquered the name of “Elegance” with my writing when I remember, you use Estrogen and I applaud that or maybe some other pill, let’s see Brady in Tampa, I want to see “Mannie” with her husband who I would like to meet this man, let me just say: hats off to Nick D’Amico if they’re still married, and I wanted to think, “Did Danita really think she was really dating, “I’m Mom’s favorite!”
Dad is your favorite, ever since you met him, that’s so special you two were looking for marriage, to take your hubby to bed and wake up in the morning before millionaire Dad when Mother Hen Mother, “Mother, Mother, indeed like no other and let’s not forget to take sex too far, enjoying the looks on the face of one another… I was friends with Elon Musk — I believe I asked for Facebook on the phone to be friends with Elon Musk because my Dad was a millionaire, so I became his friend and called him on the phone when I wanted to tell him how lucky so super lovingly loving the Church Service, and we all taste the Body of Christ, as I have been so blessed to attend a Christian Private school for high school when the Saint’s would pray over us the students I love Elon Musk I want to buy the Minister a Tesla with Cardano I’m going all- in, on, I’m on, I’m On, I’m On, I’m NOT ON THE SPOT many years since my MMJ
if I were really suited UP with a suit and tie and a BOW tie no less, in a bed in a nice hotel Suite — sweet whoopee woolly wool while I’ve never peed in the pool here, not HEATED at 70 degrees who sits on the throne, Whoopie Goldberg in “Sista Act” I took acting class in HS and I didn’t often get high there as I haven’t acted mean to anyone but Jesus Christ who I thank Him and Rev. Anne Skinner I thank with me having a Suite overlooking Niagara Falls with Sweet Justine (SJ I WENT TO SAINT JOHN’S)
My MMJ card ended and I’m going to buy Mom the whole entire “24” series when my Crypto Profits come in that are going up all-in with Tesla, increasing revenue over many years in time to CLIMB MOUNT VESUVIUS SUE B. family of 244 carats with a side of carrots and sell the Tesla Sedan with more than enough oomph to throw Ripley a bone and she would chew it, years in time since my MMJ card expired, three, years, ago… but look and go to Tampa to be with her for a light lunch at a cafe if she’d like — but the fact that Mannie now a “D’Amico” Mannie in Spanish I at WSU, friends for years, to see her and see her again, with Manny then “Mannie” Rotella on Facebook at WSU — Danita didn’t know why I wanted her involved, but for a short time I was FRIENDS with her, sending her the video of when Ross Kisses Rachel on FRIENDS-ONLY I never went to her room but I saw her one day when I was outside of the dorms, Dan knows, I’ve done nothing wrong with her, and Dan didn’t teach me at Saint John’s but how to later grow that I now take a bunch of Calcium Citrate strong bones like James Bond! Because he would want his kid’s inheritance invested in Etherium
And Cardano that I hope to either own a new o oh o o o I want a new car with the profits from Etherium and Cardano, but not much growth in Bitcoin that had a small dose ???
) MOTHER DOVE ( a ship sails John Coz to the pier where he parks his new Volvo outside of the Pier 1, with a wonderful wooden boat of woah bright blue paint, Howard Stern stairs on my Church Bulletin, as I never listen to shock-jocks
ISN’T (1. A DONKEY ??? 2. DELIRIOUS ??? 3. SNIFFING DUSTER ??? 4. Or this meeting getting torn the fuck out of a printer I don’t have here, I haven’t printed anything here or with the staff
Let’s listen to Dad talk about his second-career, bass fishing, and Dad never gambled, you allowed my buying cheap and expensive scratch tickets, when I won $250 on a Pinball Wizard ticket, but not a Traffic Ticket
Toots, with booty buns- for me hun!
Pass, the sugar sweet of who but you,
Who, tantalizing treat a tall tree 3,
Hey, viva la vida especial a la Allah,
God, you are the greatest feat of a
Whoa, the hologram of Him You God
The, dearest Father complete I met
Facebook, Meta- shopping at NETA
Paris, France, my eventual location?
Money in France, I dance in my pants
Like Lance, the loser doper, a dope,
Smoking in 3’s, I haves these, trees,
Say I, can say the word of the Lord,
With TextEdit not Microsoft Word!
This feeling is what I know- commencement comments on Facebook, showing Miley Squatting at a beach at night, there was no light, gentle and coastin’ from coast to coast, eating. Buttered Toast, with a real “toast” to the almighty Wayne the millionaire holding onto his “Cash-Cash” not smoking butts or Hash, generating grey ash, so dust to dust, I’m on the Cusp, drinketh drinkers like Derek Langlois his toast to roast, occasionally sipping wine with his AZN wife, I hope she shows him “strife” =/
Karma complete, I have 2 feet, and 7+ inches below, I stow and I stay while watching nothing “Gay” sensing no attraction Subaru Outback XT with Traction, slipping in the snow, tilted reflection… and in the puddle of RBC blood, with an Insulin interjected injection, the “tilted reflection” needs inspection with Sr. Gadget of a grey TRENCH coat throwing grenades above, and while drinking Gatorade a Dove sails the sky, I’m not high, I like the Zoloft 3 times a day, so I will stay and talk nicely to E. E. Webs galore with Weebs drinking warm beer on this cold outside night of touching Syllables with the Bible staying idle, liable for Jesus’ adoration, a Prophet, says in The Qur’an, “Jesus Is My Homie” t-shirts I’ve ordered galore, more in store, for a can of Campbell’s Soup with chicken and seller-ie (Celery) along plus “Seltzer” of savage Savior Jesus Christ, my Prophet — sorry I don’t think Jesus is God, because I have experience with “GOD” I know him and His Divine Presence at the edge of space, my place, to be with Him and my tight belly drinking Perrier from a glass belonging to Krystal Witterall, on Christmas Eve, the company/business of $36.5M owned by Great Wayne who knows I’m not insane, to say the least with honest thinking about positive honesty that the jerks on the phone that made me hit a telephone pole and not a TREE!
I don’t “Smoke Trees”
I don’t drink
I don’t wear Mink,
I think, I think
I don’t wear pink,
I don’t puke in the sink,
I call this weak, you hum
Now or never so hold on tight, as I very well might, hit the Disco tango meringue camisoles of heels when wifey kneels, and needing an oral injection with injury and that bloody reflection of a man enamored wearing blue on who? I very well might, the mighty MILF meringue dancing while planning to get this tall man’s number, he’s a woman-hunter, and so is this broad, not “Evaporting” But feeling the invitation to musical prose, courtesy of me, and all we see — 3 dot-com’s — with MY A- in Psychology I and Communication I I feel the written prose of the professional WSU professors, causing many messes, what do you mean in Spanish I — my destiny to see Mannie in EN – Y – CEE (NYC) created an account for thee
Polishing wood and handlebars on the door, asking “Tonight I need something more… something different… a blitz this Brady game, his NFL football fame, his wife Giselle, Tom is his first name!
I want something just like this happening soon to me — I want to have sex with a tree! peeking PP in through the growing birch, my bitch, but without birth, of the forest population, fuck plants!
I know WOOD! And Mr. Wood never did it for me, but Mr. John Deedy did enough to make me tough, screaming at him at the top of my lungs to remove his limp P.P. from where but my li’l BUTT!
You cannot afford to buy your Minister a Tesla Model 3 — but for a bit of the future buy, he Baptized me in 2005 as the stray cat licks up ice cream, for it is summer and a Party at a beach house!
I will buy my Minister a Tesla if I am a BitCoin “Whale” profiting so greatly from a Prophet I received advice, after I thought of a beautiful fall day, going outside here at “Averte” I’m here no fag!
Arrangements: Plan a wedding for Justine Aragona who is perfect, so sweet, I tried kissing her toes on her feet, clean I assured, her toenails I would see and meet on my street at my house in MA!
Clams on females and the band bantering hot notes in symphony, soliloquy, Harmony, Hormonal Release, savage yeast, baking bread? BUN IN THE OVEN?
Look it’s McLovin’ and he’s scrunching his face adjusting his thick glasses, scratching his nose and holding a Whip, driving a whip on the Whipple car with enough power, of previous years, the dusty engine is in tears, as the kitty claw traces the Master’s thin skin, popping abs with a little belly and belly button, not to mention the nipples — it’s an arbatricious audacity of Ember galore, but I swear I won’t light this place up with anything!
Are we the same size?
How tall are you ???
6 feet COVID-19 or you’re 6 feet below, unless you unleash the leash on the beast, the best beast, the best breast on my girlfriend’s chest, they’re perfectly symmetrical, like Amy Reid, shopping at now Duane Reade’s, but then “Ames” in my wonderful and winning American nation of naughty nipple biting I hate that, requiring ease and free of pain, it needs no refrain- I don’t like painkillers- I hate zombies so I hate “Thriller” at Midnight! with a take your pale face and bucket and pail, shopping for term-papers longterm investments to indicate no other knowledge than file-sharing on Bit-Coin, it oinks my loins tremendously where I feel loved when I hear this song by Depeche Mode – “I feel loved” with a hip beat on easy street, on Easter sipping Molly from her dish, drinking 5-HTP pills to maximize the Serotonin in the brain, once more a refrain- while there is no rain, outside, I stepped outside and felt a quick chill — I’m Chillen — visit one of my 3 dot-com’s http://www.alwayschillen.com
Have some sense to receive six pence on a fancy fence with summo dat sweetie schwag cheeba — I’VE NEVER GROWN MARIJUANA!
God and I — “In the end, it’s Him and I, loyal to God Himself The Father who I love with our Tantric sex and Allah delivering me to God Himself The Father of His universe, not on Earth but the far end of space, my place, with Him & I, everlasting God in space, where I pointed and saying, “Justine take me to God!” He is no fraud, giving frogs their lives, he has no wife, but granting the Granite Tiph I take my cake while no longer getting baked, on Baker Pond, my iPod of yesteryear, satellite radio and YouTube are all I hear, my keys oh geez- I have 1 key and I keep it in my wallet!
Welcome to Hollywood Who but hoo boo-boo blue, with a black bundle of Herron, departed duck, feathers a fancy fuck! And the only way to end this bullshit fatty fat-cakes eating vanilla whole milk? Dump it down the sink, or take it to the hockey rink, with a drink, too, when I know sour melts and sour milk are not up to snuff, and I’m not enforcing you do anything but give me access to my Bitcoin, now worth $64,898.20
My Bitcoin(s) $64,898.20 a piece
Cialis on the prescription list as I list the way with my blogs of goodness and grateness with my Saying Grace at THINKSGIVING…
BECAUSE I THINK GREAT THINGS ABOUT MY WRITING PROSES AND PEOTRY!
As a master of the crypto-currencies in 2013 or 2014, that are being adopted by the whole world, I don’t ever plan on raising a child!
Janet here is nice, so tall and thin with much hair, And she isn’t a Janitor, but Sandy is!
The jacket on the recorded sleeve of my cuff, with or without cuffs, I take the record, in a sleazy way, when I’m clean to be seen, healthy spleen spelling Apple’s and tangled up in chains, a Rottweiler on a leased Dodge the Revolver, remember, I don’t want to be injured or dead or starving, afflicted with Covid of late, Justine in my Future is my Fate, a wife I can be very proud of, and she’s taller now, I think
My pink pen is, NOT WHAT YOU’RE “THINK”ING OF THIS MY HUGE FISHING ROD!
Put on the show!
Do it for an audiance of Lance along the spectrum of the Sicilian bicycle race, about face, like the lovely lips to leave the hostesses tips, along with the waitress, wait, I changed my mind: I will have the pricey steak and lobster, lobbing a ball in the lobby, I think of Sandy, I taught her how to take off bodyweight, yes some song with shampoo- this is all for your kind bug a reptile on a rock, a heated rock because lizards love the Desert but not in a Desert Storm orchestrated in India, Hollywood, Hallelujah, Book of Joeb, employed at Staple’s having some syrup on pancakes to “get baked” with the half-backer of the Cleveland Packers, the fudge packers in Cleveland, not caring about their not liking Cleavage, when a girl is 18+ she is legal, with a tan desert tampon and a legal thong, or a Maxi driver driving a Nissan Maxima of yesteryear, a loose shift knob should always be fixed and on fire glowing with a neon-tube of Halogen and Nitric Oxide in a new car, that turbo’s are becoming so much more popular in a Acura Integra or a Honda Civic Si !!!!!
Babe, Selena Gomez says to Mr. Beiber on a lawn chair I stare- Selena showing skin, her photographs I have not sinned, as I’m with God Himself The Father because I believe in God, and I am with Him, as Taking Back Sunday sings, “I don’t think I’ll ever fall back down!” When I perk up and put my laptop on my coffee table, I feel the vibrant vicariousness of Miami Vice City Cigarettes — I don’t smoke cigarettes the butts, on non-smoker and very-spoken thongs in heels when they dance to the first song, natural contorted counting the contours on her thing, her Bright Pink Thong, we would get along!
I have so many Euro’s in a bank in France through Daniel Michael Besse from CT
I’m well-endowed, but not focusing on the Dow, instead my many investments of “Crypto’s” that have all gone up, never spilling my cup, of the fattening beer, that I steer clear of alcohol, never drinking but 2 beers a year being one on Christmas (the last time I tasted a beer, teasing it with my tongue- the ease,” now say YOU DARLING OR SIR, PLEASE NO SOULS CAN STOP READING MY 5 BLOGS! Collecting colorful and hologram “3D” Pogs, Pigs for Pods, Peeing freely no mess to be leaving, and I’m not going anywhere but my appointments so I don’t have a car, but I don’t go travel very far! Ridden to my appointments of bountiful barrels paper towels’ wetness and evaporation in the station, the calling of my sack of pennies, “you’re getting testy! Don’t mess me!”
Stephen Cullen, not “cutting” now instead “culling” in a cul-de-sac the wheel of the car — cars have 5 wheels — the tires and the steering wheel!
How many wheels does a land vehicle have?
There’s 5 of them!
There’s the tires, and THE STEERING WHEEL!
Mayflies in the South
Justine’s kisses going there
Downtown South, fucked her mouth!
Accepting me for what I be- I see what I saw and there’s a lot going on internationally with war I hope not to see, it
hurling, being very “Fit” my shoes where the Air Jordan’s were always red- they were never “blues” of the Jazz Saxophone synonimous with pretzels and chips. . . predating tinkle of an aqueous mess all over the smokable “Bowl” I feast the dingo with Tinkle, and the body of Tiph a legend once in my sight, and who never “topped up my coffee cup for the night!” Tiph you’d have it made if you were with me, with “us” being my parents and Aunt Donna sweet
The Anqour says to the real “Anchor” the tanker with aqua and the sound of running water in the bathe to shed superfluous skin cells
Caramelize the appetizer breaded baked buns on the beautiful summer beach. . . yeah but with “Global Warming” in deep space my place
Found it with Allah, so yes I succumb to pleasure, but not every day, as I just may, not watching throbbing organs pulsating with joy hands-free I see
I want more all-night long pleasure with my Justine, no longer a 18 year old at a TBI meeting, she was once a teen, and just like all girls are — and guys too — I had no girlfriend all through Saint John’s private Catholic School, dipping Tantric dunks oh what I am: a Hunk and Hung! But at 5:18 in the morning, been up since 5 pee – emm – this is not the end
Gifted Gamper in a Trailer
Little lingerie strewn across the carpet in the bedroom with A/C so fancifully, and the comeforting of a privileged boy’s right of my sights of Bitcoin(s) being beneficial booby-head. . and while in a shed
Enough has been said about the crimpled mirror, popping zit pimples, with a man and his chips now being named “Pip” with herpes on his lip. . . easily watching Iran news on Google News, don’t be prude
MA is my home away from Here, it’s where I have: no car to steer . . . Them big bad Boxers with Dutch Caramel flosses, meeting Bruce “B. Hom” in the trenches, I avoid the withered, wretched wenches!
Trick or Treat enough to eat, here at the house, without a mouse, I set the traps, baseball bats, all in a cave, Dave was a slave, opiate hum, stuffing Coke up your bum and taking a train
It feels as though it needs no “refrain” . . . for the lips of my Tingo-Tongue, white teeth shining white as per a whitener, and I haven’t gotten “a tan” since I soaked up desert heat in the sand . . . AND, and go out like a candle, I burn no candles or “incense” in my apartment or anywhere here, the fire alarm hasn’t alerted inhabitants in their “inhabitation” of “rooms” . . . Remote control requiring old “AA”-cell batteries, I’d flip the channel to Alcoholics Anonymous in church to quit that bad habit, now having done decline sit-up’s for many nights, I feel so fit . . . with a split lip from where I ate a girl out- her grabbing my head and what can be said? Mark Say-eed (spelled: “Cialis”)
Campers contouring and not disturbing, tranquil at ease, another toasted piece of marshmallow around the campsite, my Sight for me who an I implores me to buy Dad Christmas ornament bulbs . .
Mildish MILF, sipping leaking milk, and wearing robes of Silk, her kids having SIDS, disrupted and playing Quibs
Babies in the cribs like a pigpile, as in, do they let twins share a bed ??? Side by side, open your white faces wide and wipe your tears aside, jerk, and another jerk, in the bathroom stalls, they have high walls
Song and dance with “pudge” but making a fake bake cake with white frosting from the Meadow of the Dow in the stock-market I want to buy a Tesla and park it. . . outside the Colatina with Joan Osteen “Benny And The Jets” my light shines clear hear, here, here here, and hear, now without a 1 lb. of CBD I take by mouth only, swallowing it, and don’t put semen on my floor in my apartment . . . Robert’s Rules of Writing in my book of my book and to my book, I implore you to quit fucking with me as I hope to achieve a MARQUIS MAGNUM HIGHT… but not this night I take my flight, my airplane, Elon was taking before liftoff, chatting with me so gently stating I come from serious moo-lah-lah oh la la, she says, dipping into the Ranch with a baby-size carrots being all proud “twenty four” gold harness on the saddle, rowing a boat- we paddle, piddle pussy meshed-lace with a twinge on her forehead as we go higher, past Pluto a god named Brutus in the Ancient Greek, like English, I enjoy… I SPEAK AS I “PIQUE” your ears, ladies with no fear I am clean, so I want your rears, tab key pressed on the ways of the days of my enemies messing with my laptop Mac OSX I signed papers for!
Ancient Tomb of King Tutetenkhamen- buried with 40 virgins and there Hi MEN! You reading this do you think I’m more endowed than you ??? You’re definitely wrong and I’ve never worn a thing a thong as this rhyme carries on… when and where we have woeful women lining the Soup Kitchen, a Harvard troop do you often eat mini-thins those doo-dad’s gas stations used to sell. . . Truckers took them and gas stations sold sex pills and lube, on a Shiny Sunday of Service at The Charlton Federated Church I attended I want to live at home with my Mom and Dad in Charlton, MA or using my Bitcoin(s) to buy a house and marry Justine Aragona 2010-2013 we both have head injuries
Whispy whines come from the Airline Waitresses near-sigh-Lently voicing concern of the passengers over Lent when no one drinks anymore, so they don’t get Bent upon the Calicade Cadillac Corsa Convertible
Sheek and narrow the very small hole, fetching with a mole, covering the body with dimples on the Backs of Venuses lingo- so let’s go play some bingo!
Curious George Kostanza Jones chewing bones covered in the ribs meat, I eat, and I eat a lot aloud and along my white teeth chomping some icicles on this Wintry Mix snow along the coated Lake, and I am not a fake
I usually like one meal a day here, as I have plenty of food in my fridge, smack a midge off your arm, and the midget means no harm, for you Betty who? -but you little man you do what you can with a “Plan” of greeting my parents one-by-one and Aunt Donna a hun, so much that she is!- when we have a lot of fun, on the phone at least, and for Thanksgiving we will all eat a Fancy Feast
Howel at the towel of bow down admitting no foul, any language here is to be clear, read my pages of prose who knows? How many people read me? IN 3-D !!!!!
Read and Re-Do my face in space Elon Musk knows it is the place, this space, this living space, away from home, where Great Wayne rules the throne dabble-dee Fancifully with Miss Krystle I missed her, my favorite waitress at Le Mirage — read my Published article! — The Student Voice, The Charlton Telegram & Gazette — I have what it takes to become an author, and I’ll owe you. I don’t do drugs ever!
Check out the Trout on this “Bass Fish” Justine fishing for Mackerel on a Salmon Pond near where King Solomon lives in the days of YESTER-CENTURY
Sweet hun, of age, me not getting laid for years now, and not drinking any beer, but staying the Heck away from Queers, twerking the stirring wheel, they feel, and they feel the homogation of the Islamic Nation that you should only do it with women!
Chastised Prince Poppies seeds crawls an ant, onto the lovely painkiller plant harvested by Indians and now Big Pharma the OxyContin, is a loud, it is proud- of the Karate Kid, I took Karate classes two or three times, but only 2x I suppose. . . with my Prose quelleth unseated in the myriad hobby of sipping waters with lemons+limes in hotel lobbies. . . goes the bumble bee. . . they’re not interested in us. . . but shoe them in the other direction. . . it’s for our protection. . . preventing baby birth, a condom may always come furst in a Hurse, Her’s here here here her eyes they shine glimmering glossy with a gimp Ginger pill to help digestion. . . Men get erections. . . sometimes at work, while eating with a fork, the mood is somber but Sober 2016 my Bride I hope once grabbed my brother’s buns, because I said she should lol and away it went, his butt was spent, spanking ’til pink and hot, I love my ladies’ g-spots, of Gyno protection leading up to Trump’s “Insurrection” I passed a doctor’s inspection, clean, showered, pampered, and with Church pamphlets 70+ in total, so now what’s all the commotion? DO THE LOCO-MOTION!!! And Dance until the roses are stomped into the pavement, the girl in heels didn’t want any “gifts” from where but the “thrifts” salvation of soldiers standing sold to the U.S. Government and silent at ease now but standing up straight, I feel calm. . . I don’t have sweaty palms . . . I read The Psalms
Because I the poet… wait, how does this lingo go ?????
Benching squats in a square to squeeze the buns in the back of the silk thick road thong(s) is where it belongs!
Right up to your backside, on the water, watch the hummingbird fly! and ouch my zipper, I shoulda, I should, bit her!
Creme de la Creme, and Sauce- De La Soul I have an American flag on my pole, 2 of them, the neighbors, Ember I savor her flavoyant favor
Flavor – Flave dark in a cave, coming outside for sunlight, but it wasn’t morning yet- correct! …for it was the Dark of Night
No time for a flight, flying in the late P.M. hours and maybe planes should have showers, but I’m playing with my Rubber Ducky… then the condom fell off, it happened to me with Justine my Queen cherry lips with chapstick her tonsils, tonguing me, I would lick her insides, so open wide, this clasp around your neck needs some expensive ivory, it fell off of me, and to-where will it- this itty-bitty bit- will it fit? I have to admit, I don’t hear it, the sound of me fapping off, I am enjoying this great Soliloquy that Speaks So-much of Me !!!!!
Another residence? I have a Bank in France, with pennies clicking in my pants, not peed-off but typing- so do you like my writing ??? I bet you’re curious as to what I will post on my Facebook, only when it returns unblocked from posting . . . GoDaddy does my hosting — thanks WordPress, thanks Go Daddy — hospital experiences I’m hosting, online, and maybe for a long time of reaping Readers of Digest the best when you’re put to The Test of Kitty Kit-Cat bars so crunchy, the kitty-cat thinks Fancy Feast is lunch. Ey.
Et tu Brutus?
Tickle my Twink, and I never wear pink! Or you stink !!!!! A feast so fowl the birds are making me howl like the wolves’ .wav’s of at this barking hour, and I took a shower earlier, for more in store, and take one later ya’ silly gator, so see ya later, after this time of 7-4o THREE I AM FREE OF FEES TO BITCOINS HAVE MADE ME SO RICH, AND SO RIGHT, to have invested in cash and checks, my Bank in France is anything but “Bereft” now at 7:44 “Fine44” has more inspired, in spores of pollen, her father maybe sullen, but he knows I am just joking about forgoing Ginger pills for the stomach and Citrucel for the bowels, why my who shoulder shower has the power, now at this hour, Colossus like a tower with much great power in the seat of Rome- written much about of the Ancient days and Knights of Rome, I wish to recline in a chair I’d call a “Throne” of my own, on which I sit, writing interesting characteristics about TBI and English conc. In Writing that’s my dit bit, and I’ve never had a girl say, “I just want the tip!” Except maybe a waitess who’s not humble…
Stomachs rumble, and chocolate protein shakes, they literally take the Cake of about some reason, To Speed along the intertwined interstates with with Drivers Drinking Wine. . . so tisk-task, the taste of Brass on the banister, my parents had me committed, to eating yummy Frosting First, and a line of cars with their lights on, leads the Hearse vehicle containing the remains of a tragic tragedy while smoking a Little Misty cock-o-doodle of poo bear on his birthday and blowing out the candeles on the candid commission, it’s my Mission in the Missionary on the beach with waves crashing, it is so sandy!
Pales and Shovels, seeking a mother, there’s sand in my crack, and look at the rocks, just pebbles in the sand, did our airplane eye-light eye-leaf the leaves requiring a raking days after “Fake-Baking” at the salon, on my website I posted It’s ON!
Daniel M. Besse of CT, where are my profits?
Bitcoin for a bite, a bite, the investment of my money, where are my profits, hunny? =D
Salted bread and this instead — Thanksgiving in Vernont with my family, it’s those few who I want to see, and no longer Grammy, as per her decease, she disisted from surviving in the 100’s of age where she reproduced within her body, a fetus was released, a baby boy my Dad who I never knew him young, I’m biting my tongue, I shouldn’t say much about him, but he’s great and greater the greatest Wayne I know, who, how, he, he’s my Daddy!
<3 GREAT WAYNE <3
And to be said, he’s paying for me to live 3 hours away, I say hey! I’d rather have a house of my own, with a LoveSeat near my queen, I am supremely on Earth now, back out of our Galaxy And On-To THE EDGE OF SPACE, I MEAN: WHAT A PLACE, AND THERE’S A SMUDGE NEWSPAPER INK ON YOUR FACE!
AND THE STEAK, IT STANK!
CREATING. DESTROYING. HE SPAKE!
FALLEN ANGELS (LEAVES) REQUIRE RAKES!
Teddy Bear Blue, what have youuuu?
Hoopty- ho (e) with a cursed cursive Bless every syllable- the C-Note is not on the fridge! IT’S RIGHT ON THE TABLE!
Being able to retriever Wyona’s Beaver, does it deceive her, decided, divided, and dead, so now what??? Hold on a second as we break the record of signed Breaking Bad TNT-series about these Jeeve’s on French Leaves, on Trees. . . for now the terrain needs a four-by-four to drive to the store, and multiply the pink hole on the beautiful Laura knowing sex really well and swallowing the heavy load, eating loaves of bread, I speak too much, I write my days and nights of not swooning a single hot-babe of Honest Abe, I’m honest too, I want a girlfriend like Justine, her 9 years and 9 lives younger, it’s her who piques my sense of intenal stomach hunger, so bring on a protein shake, I have a date I won’t be late for, with time in store, Sears Electronic Clocks of Thought and wander… I wonder “Do I HAVE what it takes for me to elaborate upon what occurs on 5th Ave ????? “
Crimson pointers pointing the anointment shining bringing bright blue to the Hue on Cue, Minus Cards we’re going loco and disposing of the shards — no glass mugs or any glass — I like girls with loose-bottomed jeans while wearing them most days, with pockets carrying Runts — I’m friends with Michelle “Moont” from Great Britain to attain clearing the hurdle of have you heard about her “JumledBrain” group of her writing about TBI, I wish I’d do fine, carrying Jim Carey that hilarious man, he does what he can, and with what he’s got, he’s got the itchin’ for a stitchin’ bearing arms with a big taller man without a gun, so Jim Carey has won, and without a shot fired, from work, no never I had a Leave of Absence when I had to tell them I quit as being too damaged from a horrific injury!
Thinking about Mannie and not giving “Tiph” more, thank you Tiph for dissolving my woes, now without any ho’s on the hose on the Pill each day to keep the babies away! Google: Parthenogenesis
Watch ECCO: The Dolphin play through t’ho I IMPLORE! (YouTube)
Now, dolphin, give me more, and dolphins have blow holes, 1 a piece, not for sucking up to the readers as you all press me and spilt milk spilled, the cat owner is not thrilled, with a doo-doo small shovel, down to the town at where I live now but don’t want to be forever, with a Justine-match for some hi readers do you like me with rhyming words, the whores of wolf’s in winter, the Testy Tesla semen season rolls up in a Benz, and there’s Judge Ito, To: recipient recipe for a senior senator of the USA . . . in our fine country of majesty ally England of his and her majesty of majesto “Pesto” Pastas for pesos . . . accounting and according to my analysis of cooked-up fried fan favorites to be everything you ever wanted in a BAKED (never stoned) BAKER ON BAKER POND IN CHARLTON, MA — a state sweet to me and this is not “According To YOU” so fuck off- while I get off, with no favors for anyone
Calm kitty cool the liter bottle of ocean water with a whole bunch of salt to make you SWOLE! — I have awoke, and up for the gym, all my confidence confident Connery names Sean — beer is on him…
Melt my popsicle Justine Aragona of her a low, low Glasgow, staring into her Seas she sees with them, seeing into them I saw me eventually not drinking alcohol 2016, and I’m clean!
I’m hot and I know it, to plow it, dragging the snowshovel through the driveway dribble the B-ball for them all- the fans, many males, a sweaty referee to reference the clean spot on the bag — not a fag…
Catcher’s Mitt, girls keep your buns yours slept pink to the touch of nothing a little too rough house for a mouse upon the ball by the wall named Mr. and Missus Kardashian culminating in a sudden surge . . . Serbian Sergio swears by his quick Thinking of classy designers in Hollywood, but I don’t like girls with too-big butts eating peanut-butter Ritz with a waistline what’s-up ??? 34×34 pants so in shape and vitaminned up with multi’s I take them to “Tranquilitiy” nearby where I bet I get my hair done, but I don’t have a son
JUST TOO CLOSE ( to love you bwomp bwomp bwomp ) as we trail onto the tow-truck Trailers of Rickshaws fussing, where’s the city bus?
I hope to talk to my stockbroker cousin Daniel M. Besse of CT my own STOCKBROKER, my advice making us so rich!
But go-go-go-going on my finances are all my “Bizzy Bizmarkie” in business I MEAN BUSINESS, get in touch with my own doing, and arranging my done-task my own Bank in France!
With a hard hitter cracking the amp at the Audi-car-a-torium lease one and put it all on a leash, in the snow, we will go, taking the green creme` a girl’s cream to fade into the human spleen, or split and spit, if you don’t want to gag with your V-jay’s Viccy’s Secret Tag for Hewer whenever, and forever, beating eggs with a waffle or 2 I had no maple syrup on my French Toasts today, staying up all night, tapping to the Mangoes to increase the CBD, a realized relaxed while paying sales tax, scanning UPC labels at a UFC with Wally and the men from work, the UFC I never watched but once or twice, staying up all night and onto Dr. Candido, IT’S YOU!
This soliloquy is not nearly through, so far, it’s going well and I won’t see hell or court, I’m building a Messiah Jesus Christ, he suffers for me, for us, Peter — religious one, a TBI too but who ??? — Peter Saregento pizza pie a pussy cat pristine health, the owner of wealth, I shall see the euro for my health and my Health I class at Worcester State University B+ work with Mrs. Waskevich Health I having worked at GNC in the mall, Solder salt of swiney bits upon the ritz crackers when I spend a fritz…
And someone took $40 out of my wallet, dancing a mallet, a stern Howie shouts, “SCREAM OWWIE!” Finger zapped by the switch, the electronic blanked me must have missed, but sealed with KISS108 Arbie Barbie hugged tight, feeling my WSU Gym and Humatrope “might!” About you, another about ME, I see, having known and loved Elon Musk and poetry of powerful professional professors of know-how to take that Steak and Eat it too, saved some for you, a logical and intrinsical stance on this Lance, I wear his bracelets until the sun sets Westward me hoping for my bets… as the gloves glow bright with distant universes in Space, So Distant! and with no other circumstance, I want the bodily function of Lance A., of the Woo Statue State Stated UNIVERSITY!
In come along and dance to trance, split milk, with spit in it the harpist harps with harm to her fingertips, to plate the play of the player playing Flute, of misogymy tranquil as a “Trans” throughout a Memorial Day BENDER! and sipping cocoa Kahula with a hoop and sipping through that straw, a rolled up $20 the opiate user how he hopes to have seen that sniffing in throw out the used Insulin “Pin” on nothing more than a whim for a while spending sweetie-cakes she bakes past the bridge, this is all going to GET IN
I GOT IN WITH BITCOIN!
Oh I told an employee she should definitely go for the stock option, so Fancifully, at Bitcoin where she made $500 early in 2005, all because of my advice, advanced auto in the city, I admit, looking up to Lance Armstrong is kinda shitty, so you see? I should have hired Lance to fit me with a oval track bike to bicycle stereo seasoning in the summer months, most moss on trees is moist, to the Captain’s Chair, I’ll hoist, up to you Bette and B. For a November 12th, 2021 Soliloquy for me to read and write more, along with a Vegas whore, crocheted up next to you, bedroom before meeting A Working Girl at the door Jane Do-err sweet- a cast-iron on fire walking on coals, your feet. . . so stink they may and pay to visit a therapist’s office of a leathery couch, where you dream and slouch, before nodding off, the roofie is just kicking in and I feel so soft, be croft besieged, my size, tickling many Mannie’s winches, the Rotella wealth of a friendly family I talked online maybe on the phone to her Mother Bee, or mother hen… but when?
. . . who what whore have I left out by my old friends, I will never see you again, in Tanteric Table Manners, sign the check’s for Dan, the Man! . . .
Mystique adored and adorned with a Tantrum from mum’s the word, my a swore soul of cantankerous tilted tables, Children Read Fables of Nancy Maye staying here at the Dancing Trim of Trimmed pantalones called “pants” for Him . . . but with a winding back road, toddler whining, in the back seat, Burger King dining, police offericers’ Serenity upon returning home to a wife, the scene is set, and I know what comes next in my poetry… Peter Popsicle Ran of a Tran-ny in NYC along the balcony, not falling off and into the famous Lower River belonging to the State and Christopher Reeves pulse on the people behind the scenes — I am Neon Deon, Just John Doe, stubbing a phallus, at the park bench, the wicked witch is a wretch with a wrinkled smile and withered to the bone, for this policy of not smoking CBD, ever, makes galore the bulbous “bundles” of my Butler’s Herron and on and on and on until the my writing comes clear, have nothing to fear because I’m not, a , a , a , a , a
Yeah that movie was GAY!
Can’t we all just living in live-in PEACE, banking $100 bills the buns for you hun, lighting up a big ol’ stogie, you don’t even know me!
Classy iron special testicles, I don’t eat many popsicles so cold, and I’ll be 39 years-old in March of the number 20th Ides of Idle Marching Bands and Bang so bury Armed Arbery in below the basement with the word “debasement” with grey descent of a tent, breathing in pollen along all Thereau the Fields of Fantasy of Psychology that mushrooms are legal with an official card to scan, and take my hand, for off we Seltzer of Lemons with Heads galore, but consume, don’t smoke with a TI-83 calculator with the game “Snake” in class, who clogged the shiTTer dress all a mess to the Messiah I can’take you higher, albeit with human beings only for what I see with no babies here or near, not supposedly knowing about my Offspring of yesteryear, and, Allyson, be a dear and let me stay here!
I have at least 1 Bitcoin!
Foreign banks and army-tanks of Tosh.0 eating sueshe who the hope, throw the hoop around your waist with no time to waste! and I taste soap, ordered online, my body smell is all fine. . . Red of wine and Read of Wine where but in “Wine for Dummies” Santa Miringo, admiring me the poet, I know it, and all will see I’m whimsical in words like a winter’s eve, and up my sleeve, sealing the deal with forearms firing: my right’s bigger than my left, and her boobs aren’t even even, with ghosting glossy glamour ghasting the howl of the owl- their auditory Abilities of picking a test tent, forgoing Rent, a musical I found inter-inimical Ford Transit painted violet, Via Vouis Lah the law in Allah’s Ali Baba tramp-stamp on her lower back as Belarus is under attack, I see on the news, my CNN watching habit has me purring like a cat mixed with a rabbit, my Coke Zero soda habit, filling my belly, and my armpits are never smelly speller taking a nap as the man wearing an S&M king crown, a grown man, or men being in a group — now not attached to a V-Jay’s B-J’s where I worked for 1 day being unable to “do” the job, as Justine I want her to say, “I do!” I did you alright taking you to out to UNO’s your dinner with me, an before intertwining my involvement with Justine was imperative, us with TBI’s alike me and her, her thong, yeah one time I pulled it up, and it was ‘a’ mighty sore to store the data- of my MacBook Pro, replacing this one at Christmas for the latest released, the Geese of Grey Goose are Loose in the Seas of Fantasy, , , Emily Willis does black guys and she loves it, well Dow endowed the dowry of sultry Friday and Saturday Night fried seasons of summer and June I swear I didn’t touch her baby, and let’s back it right up to sippeth from His King Cup at Booger King for the kin kind hearted souls who should start OFFING THEMSELVES!!!
Their razor slashes, don’t start a fire with ought ashes or hashish or glasses ( for reading at Duane Reade’s in the Circuit City Of New York’s finest in blue in the Itty-Bitty Titty C om itt ee bulking boulders of blood and old blooper realz with “Ask Jeve’s” on the Regular gas and an anti-seasick pirate’s prick of the Hills in Beverly International products being produced, and introduced, while needing instruction for the Segregation of Welfare Recipients’ fantasies about New York City, to live a life of luxury with kitty-cat’s kindness of staying so warm, I warn, don’t fuck with Double Dare breasts beneath the bra, I never wore, had no one ever tole me it would be finny Funny the drunen Dummy in a Crash Test rehearsal, hearing a Tesla turn the front wheels, the fumes of the dancer’s pantaloons we have Britney Spears, she smoked cigarettes only a little, the dire dirty Joe Dirt all pretty as Arba I know her now no lon’g’a my Brooks beautiful beauty I won’t mention her bootie boutique store, built at the South-West flight grime of a crime by the Hijackers on a train, dressed ordinary and la-me all the same, to my word’s endless Refrain my finances in a Bank in France, and Dan, I give you a big hug and say, well I enjoyed my stay, on the Hijacked flight, at night, at this website, my Jeffrey Marquis Dot Com with overused grimy grins on the bloodsuckers here, when they poke me in the hip with a note: PRESCRIBED HALOPERIDOL AND XANAX 3X-A – Day and night along with my Cialis of a man’s primal nature, be sure I’ll write a book — my 113 pages they took, and leave it hear, here, a cat with a tail and it’s noon:18 if you know what I mean: I’ve never done a Virginity Card for a lover at the Miss America of Chinese yellow bitches, a summer shandy, and a habit of hand-bobbing your John Doe, outside the front door, eating a Stella Doro of Grammy’s and Aunt Donna’s Churchill the dog, Grammy liked my own and Justin’s, our “Pogs” to Edgar Allen Poe, he has mo’ fo’ sho’ in the serious Carmamelized Camaraderie of Krystal Fancy Sidnee sides with kids, limping SIDS, broken disheveled, I shoulda clicked the buzzer on the Buss, Cynthia’s zit no bus pass, clapping her ass buns hun I gotta tell ya, the lantern is bantered along Cape Cod Camper’s Happy Vacation, to Israel the Islamic Nation of hush-hush CHATTER CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “THE CLAPPER!” I’ll zap her here, in her rear, ejaculatering seeds her waist, that’s post to no Taste in a Tanning or James E. Booth along the campus camisoles, the camisade of a camisole all molded old money hid under the sea, where my TREASURE ON AN AMERICAN SUB — oi, a SUBMARINE Holding my Investments’ Records, Tom Jones sings, “Bitcoin(s) in a sub in the Atlantic where I made sure to say, “Dan I want my money far away from me but only for now, chocolate milk my bodybuilding secret, the Calcium is pretty beneficial to the Audience making ten-cents from grey-haired Mike Pence saying nada, on the media, for it is my idea to stay on my way, Feeling Closer To God and not Jesus Christ who’s odd and a trick, at least Allah saved me from living off of Liberal Liberty-asians or “arians” of late, nashbville treats make that pull-out nonsense til it’s red about bushy you’re my her buns, thusly making a scene or two, to who? but to me in her pussy, Selena Gomez and Rosie Perez deep-throating a terrible treat to taste the whole thing ass hear her ass, this wacky way of waving to the in-house camera’s making movies on Loony Toons . . . the show coming to his own on-screen KISS108 FM on the line to the right side, and about nuts and nads on Nate the brotha like no oth’a of of of ooof skyscraper hight’s of Hallo-weed “Ween” and Halloween CBD twisted so tight with a sign singing in red, DON’T STOP FOR ME, YES KEEP READING WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, You should may *be* me reunited with the last lass of my past in a mental-hospital all night long, humping tilted, bended rod on a vaginal splinter, in a dark sphincter, of hers NOT YOURASS! Yoursie’s True I peppers-sprayed the laying layers with Layer’s Chips at the beach, the lowly housefly so Holy, so high, up in the sky and ONTO the universe, my ashes to be dispersed, among the heavens I hear I remeber “Bevin” the not-even an-option opiate Nate in Silicone Tits of Ally in the Valet car-parkers at the ICU in a hospital, I want to revisit sweet Shannon Nuttall a pre-nuptual to you who will adopt a pet Lion when Skeetch-Character of Panama brewing pancaked cake to be baked to a Sizzler Testor Trick, my quad’s are quite weaklings wrinkle lines of fine wines I once or twice or probably 3 times yes 3 times Crunching heads for Casino’s with Joe Pesci pointing an axe and a Willy Billy whether where we go, announcing feelings of Space, not all the graves in the Cemetery near my Grammy’s Plot of pouting Pop-ski doodle, swimming with a green Noodle, Too, for demand to stay here at “Averte” and not having to leave the building of brightness — albeit with so many delinquents with problems, a new laptop MacBook Pro, under the tree at my real home it goes to toe-and-tip, think, with a sip of your drink I’ll be morose morseso until I kiss a moose at the Sole Proprietor table, tonguing Mousse
Clam the Clap in a Comfy Camper with the Police “Caper” investigated as a loose ruse, a man running with stolen gum, and onto the shelf-it-goes I knows, better than to steal a pack of gum, put it in your underwear it’s by the balls, climb climbing Lizard until we reach the ceiling, I’ve got “The Feeling” of bosoms breasts, oiled, on some chick-in-the-magazine fold-out wrapping a cut-up Trout is what I’m about NO BASS TO TROUT !!!!!
Please oh geez, they do it sometimes, as I would recline, but only happening once, a chef fronts… his cast runs!
Oil spilled in the toy-oh-do-let doodie – who ? no on not you of stinky spiked poo- and to be cleaned, soon it will be unseen and stink-ily obscene, what’s with the Mannoer’s of Manifest Morselso of my self less or more so, and a John Deere Doe I do, and to who but buying YOU — a distant bouquet now you, have a nice day!