Excess Success ^__^ kekeke

In and along, Someone Special, my being dilly-dally seeking Sandy and her beaches—them so-long pantaloons absurd gargled green and Stinky Pinky, slender and silky while sufficing to see the slumber of, well without any slaves downtrodden folly folks, SLAVERY IS NO JOKE!

[ Slave 4 U ] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzybwwf2HoQ

But this puts a numbish tingle in that Tiny Finger—of a hi-hoe chump sipping salty Samantha’s snuff and puff and stuff, between and betwixt, coming at you!

Neat and Next—soot and so smoothed, jumping bouncing candles bloom, ka-boom being ‘bloody’ English—some of that sweet shit on the back of your shirt—one another to wonder, how’s them Apples? Neat and Tidy, him “endowed” so small and tiny (what’s to wonder) with the him, the Artist with Acrylics and #2 pencil striations, while with him being my younger Brother:

Internationally omitted whilst I’ve been once or twice temporarily “committed” unto the pristine places for:  oh-my-love, taking chances and wincing upon what medicines they would feed me—with Seroquel that’s enough of that chemical non-sensical some wonder, smelling Old Spice in the each and every morning, plus yawning, so ain’t that nice?

IT IS POSITIVELY “THE BEST DRESSED” (Larissa Glee) APPROPRIATELY, THE PROXIMITY OF ALRIGHTY, ALT-RIGHT AND LEFT ONE LEG AT A TIME, dancers spin likened to a good rhyme of a time, ding-doing saliva slime, maybe emanating of an oral swishing—Crest Cavity smelling tar-tar oh RATS so aft to city streets, screeching for ham or pork or bacon, the garbage bag has been taken to the green and although dirty, for surely, the mammals snack on treats, smoked meats FOR THE LOVE OF FACEBOOK, this fun find founded online, I sing-song done-it all the time!

[ Facebook Meats ] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeemJlrNx2Q

One at a time on my American pennies stayed long enough, so sweetly, now prices of Rice Cakes (Krispy???) come from a baker, bottom rack—momentarily contemporary Cosmopolitan Magazines (subscribe today!) when oh so to sneak a snack, Playboy on “That Rack”—an 8-ball pool cue?  well that too, in the order of benevolence, in that “era” she, her name is Sarah and she pilots a solid ship of her’s and MY SOBRIETY 2016+ that’s enough time off, mocked kind of scoff—yes to scoff in disgust at my years-long lack of Miss Keyboard Duster—done by “Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave” so long—him driving drunk, mechanical entrance and his disappearance, so long—him seeking something, something injectable—Meta for paid purchasers—how much does “Meta Business Portfolio” cost the count to me WON through 21+ and 40 of them, my Mont Blanc Pen, writing handwritten sort of friend—inked in silk to where? To, The End

Excess Success, have you any them fools? yes Sir!

You’re all flocking for sum foul language, eh?

Freaking, “Advanced Cryptography” !!!!!

I'm sure about this here and healthy, ultra-wealthy, too, now in the current time of The Superbowl being aired, but I refuse to watch it -- GO FOX NEWS! 100% VIEWER -- Timed and Designed (TD Bank millionaire all me!) much money belongs to AMERICA

"Jeffrey" reportedly gains access to Satoshi Nakamoto's e-mail, offers to reveal secrets for 25 BTC

Wired reports that the personal e-mail account of Satoshi Nakamoto , who is believed to be Bitcoin 's creator, was hacked.

Wired corresponded with a "Jeffrey" who said he took over Satoshi's e-mail address, satoshin@gmx.com. He told them he gained access because "the fool used a primary gmx under his full name and had aliases set up underneath it. He’s also alive."

Indeed, one of the many theories circulating today is that Nakamoto is dead, with the fate of his estimated stash of one million bitcoins unknown. Bitcoiners have been keeping an eye on his addresses, but thus far there has been no activity.

In a pastebin post, "A GUEST", possibly this Jeffrey, writes:

"Releasing the so called "gods" dox if my address hits 25 BTC.

And no, this is not a scam, you can see the below screenshots for proof of inbox ownership and a little teaser.

BTC: 19pta6x1hXzV9F5hHnhMARYbRjuxF6xbbV

Same one posted on p2pfoundation^

Teasers:

https://www.anonimg.com/img/09f6cc92952dc4d539b21cad8daa2adf.png

https://www.anonimg.com/img/045d00e4624fb3c3ffc7056af07317d0.pngSa"

Based on today's prices, 25 BTC is worth $11,750. In total, the address has received only 1.5 BTC, with most of it withdrawn.

Wired says that the gmx-based e-mail address may have led to other accounts of Nakamoto being hijacked. On the P2P foundation website, Satoshi's original Bitcoin announcement is responded to from his own account, with the following:

"Dear Satoshi. Your dox, passwords and IP addresses are being sold on the darknet. Apparently you didn't configure Tor properly and your IP leaked when you used your email account sometime in 2010. You are not safe. You need to get out of where you are as soon as possible before these people harm you. Thank you for inventing Bitcoin."

The provocative development has spawned numerous theories related to the reported hacking and the nature of Nakamoto. There are three theories as to how the address was reportedly taken over: Either Satoshi's account expired, or gmx.com was hacked- or just Satoshi's specific account.

Michael Marquardt, head administrator of the Bitcointalk.org discussion forum, said that Jeffrey sent him an excerpt from an e-mail he sent Nakamoto in March this year. With access to account content, it is unlikely that the account simply expired.

The latest saga also reignites curiosity as to Satoshi's true identity. In March, Newsweek sparked controversy when it claimed to have identified him as Dorian Nakamoto.

At the extreme, it's hard to disprove that Jeffrey isn't Satoshi Nakamoto himself and that he's been taking his Bitcoin followers for a ride for all these years. Unlikely, but anything's possible in a virtual world full of virtual identities.

MY GIFT TO THIS GREAT AMERICA, "REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT" AND "BUY CANADA" I swear on the Cross I am non-violent and I want to stay here at "Averte" in Bradford, Vermont, PLEASE!

I was anally raped immediately fighting the 200+ lbs. "Mr. John Deedy" off of me, drugged and raped one night in 2001 or 2002!

I was conned with no condom on and him an atrocity!

It was a long time ago, but it played a vital role in nearly ending my life in 2004 on November 2nd when I WAS "SET-UP" !!!!!

DAN, GIVE OUR GREAT AMERICA 100% OF THE TOTAL BITCOIN TO REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT!

I'd like to keep the billions or trillions of Alt. Coins, the many Stocks, and precious metals like gold and so much of other wealthy Investments many years ago!

Google my own special Google of my "JMRQ Heavy Industries" Jeffrey Marquis

 

Google MY: "JMRQ Heavy Industries"

What Who—crumbled “brown sugar” for JUNKIES at Midnight P.M. (POST MERRY, THEN SO, WHEN?)

Sitting in the shower-side and so fancy fine, found out about a healthy quotient of Neutrogena ASTRINGENT (strict valued “Gender” one or the other) according to Biological Genes”—the straddled and stuffed and puffing that unbeknownst to a HECK named Larry, and biting his nails because his back is so hairy and that’s scary, Like maybe 1 or 2 or 3 in what but others are a sum of who? Maybe a couple or some, or maybe a few, of that same old refrain and abstain the dance of the devices “sugar” booger hoodlum knows what goes—and come to the do and that little bit of not to Wake and “Bake”—per say but to much the flakes of frost called up quick, the Fruity Loops subsided, so bring out the Frosted Flakes, as delicious as $CAKE—you know, like “A Baker’s Dozen” being some-odd twelve eggs in a carton—known well and done to smithe the cigarettes in dark and grimly grimy smoke-shack kind of *PANKY WANKY* thanks to me and the Dr. Rothman I have no full-on PANIC ATTACKS!

Are you defended from the fright of a very bright light hitting you up-side the head like a crash in a car—REAR ENDED!

Once of Onyx cometh the splendor Saint Petersburg and cease, ex-nay the burger grease, thatta way, thatta boy, now be like your Daddy and give the STEP-MOM something sultry and buttery Like Lobster liquid in your navel—piercing Cracker Barrel restaurant, alas to pass the salt on sale at Zales, next-door to the Asian boys and girls—they’re painting nails and drilling them, trilling them, thrilling the wondrous window-shoppers SET AND FREE, and rapping along, ask “FIFTY”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFLow5StvvU

She's a shy and snide spider, Pie Eyed saucers, and tried to taste I'm locked out of my www.jeffreymarquis.com with loads of great prose/poetry, A- Worcester State University in "Poetry II"

To simply size-up swifty ’n’ sweet Heather wearing pin-prick poker to be Quoted and at the time, of day and of OR snuggle-ing sugar, nitey-night—your best bet, be it bereft of candy kindness, stupendous and snuffed point erasers, catching the restaurant’s Capers—with no mention of disheveled and used-up young Pups—to be Hushed—Hammerhead financial Whales—my TEN BITCOIN WALLETS—seeing something maybe hovering, oh my- it’s all over the sky, and seen on Radar or VG-2 protection, detected but dissoluted—America’s soldiers to be Saluted, sugar mitts, stormy weather life an upper-side skies-side comiong on-screen TO A KINDLE NEAR YOU-est the King with a comptemplation about Egyptian “temples” teetering off’d the spun Subaru I had, and Fast, 2004 brand new vehicle, I worked at GNC—not in a Cubicle at a bountiful plastics business, owned by my Dad, Great Wayne, never too, too “Strained” for broccoli greens, seen by the kitchen counter, next to the sink, Dawn removing the stink of remnants of meals—all for used, all for you, through and through of not only online within my Insurance being so high-priced nice ’n’ diced with a dimmered voice and couch and vouch-er for a few dollars to be used, to be beneficial and proven nearly priceless, that’s BEYOND COST!

The Sold Gold that’s SOLID so some peepers peeped at my wearing very much valuables each, but not on the beach—I’ve always taken off my jewelry at the beach, for suns tanning rays—turned all red to itch, but there’s an Aloe kind of catch, tanning at the Salon, with no clothes on, being nude and buns back-side scorching—sipping Scotch Tape, Copy & Pasted—soufflé scattered at the Gold’s Gym—45 lb. plate pushed upward, so now do it backward, haggard Haggerty Road near home, dancing on the throne, limp-wristed hand to shake it with your $$,$$$,$$$ they say to me, all to be, Investor me, I am an American Taxpayer, giving the Gov. a big financial GIFT of gargantuan glee and geeking out in Space, sickly sticking tree SAP (secondary-audio programming) to be fused and obtusely big-bellied, bodacious but obese—overweight?  So say the least as not to perturb the HEAVY and so now onto the Industries and a previous Design

Do I dilute the design?—whenso it’s all MINE and of my MIND:

SOBER 2016 with not a single sip of a swindled, sip of liquor in 4 or 5 years, alacratic subway tasks of taught a big fat Rat to take the cheese—on the bee’s knees (“Infinite Velocity”)—seemingly swaying and get-go to the hand-shaking—to shake hands—but not the junkies with their drugs and shaking hands, shaking limbs, tickered hearts plotted out for a course of a Kurt shopping for curtains—yes sir, Papi thee, The Father—without achy joints of the corporeal physical being, who cares about the well-said sniffing of Paprika sweet ’n’ slender gifted Ginger sprouts while I’ve caught a few trout in, where but a river (goes wild!) or Field & Stream, cometh a Camper—already mentioned, to eat- The Capers best part, best bit, best Bite of Alfredo cuisine, some and such of the European menu items, paltry maybe, found in the Kitchen PANTRY, parting the Red Sea???

It was simply the Ocean’s Tides, a coincidence—it didn’t save Jesus Christ!  (do I write so nice, not being “bland” like white rice )

With and Of and Such Sweaty Swathed Shenanigans, them- yeah THEM AGAIN!!!

Two such toothpicks picked a pie of my eye sockets worn khakis to Saint John’s High School—where there was no “Shop Class” or bumming Plungers—Saint John’s of its polite policy: NO WOODWORKING OR HVAC (!!!!!) the for white tarnished Trash suddenly studding STUDYING “Janitorial” endeavors— because us Saint John’s High School, paid, rich, beneficiaries, the all us Saint John’s religious boys all of lots ‘o’ money from our parents, we be, all for one and one for all—Tuition was fairly small for us rich-kids so nice, nice cars driven in and that’s thanks to The Parental Units—skimming pages and no one “skipped classes”—when we were all studly steady born ready to read the paid-for textbooks of, well it was rare for any student to skip a class

Cows to be the Addled Cattle—of a Playboy Kitty so cute but when the point of this whatever, my making you read—a kind of FEED me into pieces—yes the yesterday’s yeasted Turkey chirping CHIMES—but when ???  Allow me to tell you this, with a kiss on a colored piece of paper, the Sunday Times and a spliff a and of when to Tango—all for show, yeah all the showy faces of ladies in the shower, something something soapy at whenever the hour of hijinks, no clogs in the singing streaming water kitchen or bathroom watery sinks

A bitter bite of shake ’n’ bake litter, a rat, cookie critter of a pitter-pat at all of that, the whole and the entire, time to return the inherited wealth of $$,$$$,$$$ and to RETIRE! when so tired, I’m out of disco lingo but only for now

I'm a millionaire and I want to have a car again, as I had, but sold for money I didn't get any! I hate my evil parents for making me suffer, so I HOPE THEY AND THE JERKS WHO CAUSED MY SEVERE INJURIES IN 2004 GO TO HELL!

How are you, dear reader?

I NEED TO LIVE NEAR MY "HEALTH-PROXY" PARENTS 3.5 HOURS AWAY FROM ME AND I AM TREATED AWFUL HERE AT "AVERTE" IN A NEW STATE ***WITHOUT MY CAR, WITH VERY LITTLE MONEY, NO MMJ, SOBER 2016+***

I have a Traumatic Brain Injury from 2004 when my Subaru WRX crash was a "Set-Up" that almost killed me at 64 mph of course, my family, friends, co-workers, classmates, they all made me drink: I HATE HOW I WAS THREATENED SO AWFUL in 2004 after I voted drunk, ORDERED BY MY PARENTS TO WITHDRAW FROM CALCULUS I AT WSU, on that exact day -- so my parents and my enemies made sure I'd be there, after going to a bar, they paid bartenders and owners to over-serve me with alcohol, that they planned this with bars and restaurants and all that, but this AFTER I DUMPED OUT THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE, I WAS SO SAD, I KNEW I HAD TO BE SOBER from "Detox" I wanted to dump my girlfriend and get some serious aid with ending my genetic alcoholism through my Mom's shitty family, who, THEY MY RELATIVES ALL COACHED ME TO DRIVE FAST IN MY TURBO SUBARU -so hard- and my parents are worth over 10 million dollars, they wouldn't pay "a penny" to get me to stop drinking that I dumped out the alcohol in my house on September 23rd, and I WAS "SET-UP" months later with what my parents said I was kicked out of the house and had to get a full-time job in a factory -- this when I worked at a GNC as Asst. Manager that paid the bills my $$,$$$,$$$ Dad said I couldn't live at home anymore and I had to sell my new, awesome, special Subaru WRX that went so fast!

Well I couldn't stand the SOBRIETY of 2004 and I was crying because my $$,$$$,$$$ parents demanded I withdraw or they'd put me in Debt, I was such a lush for liquor I hate my Mom's shitty genes and I'm a victim of no one agreeing with me I should quit drinking when I was 23 years-old, I knew I couldn't do it alone, and my stingy Dad -- he didn't believe I was raped naked and taking a drug I'd never had much of before -- well this gay Saint John's teacher gave me and a friend drugs before he conned us both to try bi-sexuality when I ONLY GIRLS with no homo-things in my past of Church, Computer Science Degree, working about 30 hours a week for extra money and part-time school-work

I knew I had to quit drinking but my prude GF at the time was super poor and she would be turning 21 soon, so she said "If you go to A.A. I will dump you!" when she was pretty and had a great body, but she deprived me a lot, all the time and when I was driving my Turbo car with sporty wheels

Henshaw Street: I had a group of people gathering around a Speakerphone and threatening me with getting raped by a gay guy in jail -- IF I GOT PULLED OVER!

November 2, 2004 www.wrxtbi.com

I have severe double vision I've had 2 surgeries and my parents do awful things like switching lenses in my glasses, stealing from me, and Deborah Marquis is corrupt from a shitty family

But I have at least a million dollars in TD Bank -- I can't access it though, really my Dad employed me some at his Inc. plastics/polymers business "ECM" in Worcester, MA which he sold it for $36,500,000 and they don't care I was abused by an older male SJ teacher, fired, with me stripped naked on a hardwood floor -- him crushing me and Oh The PAIN -- I have a lot going on, rent here at "Averte" is $20,000 each month and they're told what to do by the jerks who almost ended my life, with me so desperate for "Care" that my Dad disagreed with and his stature would have been much lower with a "Detox"-son, so he didn't help me, like I posted my Mom's profile and she is bad and tonight my Dad yelled at me on the phone, I hate it here at "Averte" in Bradford, VT which is 3.5 hours away from MY "HEALTH-PROXY" PARENTS! who orchestrate this bad treatment and I WANT TO MARRY MY JUSTINE ARAGONA OF 2009-2013 because

I HAVE BEEN SOBER SINCE 2016+ with no sips in about 3 years! and I have CBD only, plus a lot of Diet Soda -- me at a good weight but not exercising -- look what the 64 mph impact did to my hip -- OH AND MY BRAIN, well I was with a hole in my skull and on a drilled into my stomach "Feeding Tube"

If you want to read my writing I run 3 dot-com's and 2 writing blogs -- YEAH I HAVE MY OWN SPECIAL "GOOGLE" SIDE-BAR of my Google: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" I haven't received any mail or info about for the 4 years I've been here at "Averte"

I have Ledgers, I have TEN "ALIASES" CORRESPONDING TO MY TEN BITCOIN WALLETS -- yeah I've been a millionaire for years and then I invested most of it into Amazon, Tesla, Walmart, Apple, Microsoft, Berkshire-Hathaway ($600,000+ each Warren Buffet) -- and I run www.jeffreymarquis.com and www.alwayschillen.com with http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com -- please see my www.jeffreymarquis.com

THEY GET INTO MY "AVERTE" APARTMENT AND STEAL MY STUFF!

I am being "Set-Up" by my "HEALTH-PROXY" PARENTS AND MY MOM'S BAD FAMILY WHO THEY ALL HAD THE LAST WORD IN 2004, "GO FASTER OR YOU'RE GOING TO GET RAPED!"

I suffered in the Great Name of Jesus Christ which put me on God "The Creator" His existence at the edge of space I was lucky enough to make it all the way to God who is merely "The Creator" of His universe -- I used my left arm to pray that it's DISABLED AND HANDICAPPED -- God is only "The Creator" and I've done some reading about other "Deities" I am very spiritual but look at "Parthenogenesis in humans" that is "Divine Creation" Jesus was the son of Mary, but not anymore of a "Son of God" than the many ZERO SPERM PREGNANCIES -- like Mary -- read about it and PRAY TO GOD! Time Magazine's article about "Parthenogenesis in humans" a new Mary-type virgin gave birth to an infant in The Middle-East

I got past Jesus Christ when I suffered in His Holy Name, I went to Saint John's High School: Class of 2000 and after my www.wrxtbi.com I went to Church every Sunday morning when I started collecting Sunday Service pamphlets -- I amassed 70+ of them and my evil Mom threw them away!