As per my abolishment of all picture-tube screen-staring I've only seen bits 'n' pieces of the horror flick—yet this line jumped out at me SCREAMING, Jeff that rings a perfect note of truth since your accident !!

Look at me.  My hobbies.  This.  Not watching television.  Not reading about shit to buy.

When the police officers and paramedics who arrived at the scene of my crash didn't think I would make it ;
when local Ministers prayed over me expecting I'd never make it past baby food ;
and when I've cut out the shit hobbies (Cars, Brand Names, Etc. ) to instead offer my SOUL for any who care to listen ,

do you think I take my time for granted ??

I almost lost everything .
I was so close to gone .
Trust me , you cannot imagine what my life FEELS like. The sensation of a bright fate and destiny to meet with providence strums my heartstrings to the tune of a harpsichord. An awareness of the aspirations I must achieve runs rich in my arteries. Now getting personal on you , every so often an overwhelming extrasensory commotion lurks amid my soul with a message of Oh it's all going down baby !!

Your time is up on planet Earth !!
It's all over !!
It's all going down to Chinatown !!

—but then it recedes down to a peaceful tranquility and I feel only the warmth of the sun on my skin with ideals still present in my mind offering solace, reminding me I DO hold a promising future of gathering more fans—YES FANS—people who take fuck minutes out of their day to see what I think—strangers who communicate Jeffrey I like your stuff !!
And not to mention making my body wow-wow-wow powerful and even more po-po-po potent during the next couple years while I continue to grow in size and strength !! ain't thatta right I'm planning on sum Arnold Schwarzenegger shit with my corporeal self being squeaky clean and tested free of chemicals and steroids , with more than enough oomph offered and stealing ladies' attention when my aura of authority causes boyfriends everywhere to clam up .

"This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time."

I know EXACTLY what that means !!  People do you remember when I emerged from the hospital and then said everything felt new again ?? " Second-Firsts " I shared that with you back in early 2005. Even the uncomfortable (i.e. freezing temperatures since all I knew was the stoic room-temperature of the hospital. . . ) felt like miracles to me. I hadn't stayed out late or burned my hand on the stove. Or this. Or that. Or fruitfully danced the five-digit disco !!

The sun is setting. And the clock is ticking.
And I'm not wasting my time. That's for damn sure.

Oh wow this is really taking me back. . .

I'm positive many of you feel pity for the bruised Me and wonder "How is he able to go through life in such unflattering condition and smile about it ?? " Yeah and if that's the case FUCK YOU   BUT. . .

It's precisely the reason why I care nothing about Ferrari and instead wish to live a life doing something, this right here creating a lot inventing numerous eternal artifacts which hold relevance to our American lifestyle present for any to enjoy free of cost and so I may possess works of art to showcase while improving this forte. Not to mention transforming my body into something envied and speaking volumes of my perseverance through remaining resolute when faced with a HEAD-FUCK of traumatic proportions.

Do you remember how I'd announce my disgust with status-y items when I returned from Fairlawn ?? well it's STILL the case and I have "perspective" to thank. Yes evidently I'm not perceiving life in the same demeanor as you are (oh I call it Enlightenment. . . ) since I've adopted a transience liberated from Armani and instead with concern for my physical naked self aided by costless exercise and the internal desire of tuning solid muscle which I take with me WHEREVER I GO.
My powerful body allows me to feel powerful because I am powerful.

"Most people are so ungrateful to be alive.
But not you , not anymore ."

Ask me about my Near-Death Experience !!

People this is what I do with my spare time for fun. I may anticipate well over 100 persons reading whatever I post on my bulletin board within a week. Weeeee. And I'll expect several hundred individuals to skim down the front-page each month. Eeeeee. The lot of you haven't read a goddamn novel for kicks since childhood—yet you'll peruse my text and check on me through words recurrently like a compulsive addiction—now don't you think it's rather special that I've gathered so much interest while resurrecting a dead hobby ?? and bringing to life this variable aptitude in the process ?? Christ I've seen how MOST OF YOU WRITE LIKE GODDAMN RETARDS wow I have no idea what was taught in your English Composition classes. None of my friends send me email !!   People convey shock when I demonstrate rare morsels of tight vocabulary , "What did he just say ?? " So here's me begging you please when someone asks who your favorite author is announce, "Jeffrey Marquis he's just amateur but he's got some great stuff." And you must keep in mind I've only taken THREE English classes since my storybook awakening !! thus I've mastered this textual expression through approximately one-thousand pages sketched in leisure hours for my own gratification !! and all the while taking extreme contentment in this flexible propensity that you have no hope of impersonating.

Ask me what I did today and I'll hand you a small stack of single-space pages conveying brilliance.

You guys I just Failed my second Spanish I exam—with the first Flunk there to say Stay the fuck away from Me-hi-co—but I'm ACEing a Poetry II. And I got a B+ in a Creative Writing that would have been a dense A if I'd embraced the professor's counsel and resubmitted a manuscript of conversational dialogue he didn't ask for.   Shit.   And maybe I could smile that he isn't around any longer because our convergence in the hallway would result in a sick stomach—though perchance it would've been a good thing for word to have circulated around the English Department of a boy who shows such latent talent and oh-la-la creativity.

Amigos I cannot deal with the memorization of syntax from a new language without a source of translation in hand to offer designation—or frankly the BORING data found in History books shaping no consequence to my purposes—yes I've Failed two F'ing classes this latest Woo State semester.
Although the assorted factoids of our culture found in a successful a Communications colloquium intrigue me ;
any guidelines for healthy living with interest in the body and wellness rocks my socks , tickles my dick , etc. etc. ;
and knowledge important to the human race with each personality viewed only as an entity here to experience everything God gave us , it's what I consider important.
That's all I see as relevant .

Blab on about the Stock Market , I don't care , I don't need to
Call me dumb
I do okay without it

Comrades I sit here with this vigor of communing through my own organized facts and feelings to any figures who care to listen.
Can't you assess my sincerity when I tell you I wish to be a writer ??
Seeing as that I've crashed 'n' burned with two of my lecture-learnin' divisions don't you support my priority of developing into a qualified dramatist ??
Do you remember when I saw the light and picked up the LIFE-LONG GOAL of completing a full novel while I'm breathing ??
I sat up in my bedroom during the refractory hours of my masturbatory habit and pouring myself onto pages when I had the Calling.
Something I'll do before I'm gone forever .
An objet d'art speaking of myself eternally. .
Relics and Remains from the life of Jeffrey Marquis .
I express a lack of veneration at those who " CREATE " not a thing from personal passion or speaking from the psyche. I admire design.
Conception.  Invention.  Inspiration.  Formation from contemplation.  A lot from scratch.  Something tangible out of not-anything.

This is it .

Did you know I speak with God each and every single night as I catch a few 'z' s on a comfy bed with this splendid existence ??
You could view this as bragging but I'm telling you this zest I embody, inherently promoting self-applause and confidence , is exactly that—a realization I'm capable of so much—even with a permanent limp and goofy eyesight—so don't you dare rain on my parade or serve as a wet blanket when I announce :

IT FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT TO BE HERE !!

Jeffrey Marquis
www.justchillen.com
c. 2007