Written to Mr. Vivek Ramaswamy, who, he ran for President and is now running for Governor of Ohio, we were friends on 1 to 1 video-chatting!

Hi Vivek, in 2005 or 2006 we did video and I shared a piece of advice for how to look decades younger, with all of the anti-aging protein "peptides" that I had amazing luck with injecting a Fragment of the 191AA -- into my face! -- that I ordered through AR-R.com in 2005 or 2006 that had people asking me how I "got younger" and I was honest, but that name of the protein peptide "Fragment 177-191" is impossible to find online -- It's been part of my looking so fresh and new, like how it was pulled when fashion models looked "too young" and I've never been into girls who are too young to purchase MMJ or any alcohol (I AM SOBER 2016+ AND NO MMJ TOO!) -- anyways we did video-chatting in Bruce Fenton's office when after I suggested he "run for Senator" and because I knew he was from New Hampshire I then said "where fireworks are legal" that I've been subjected to some lies about fire, once at my real "Home" in Charlton, MA where and when my Dad said, "You burned down Mom's whole garden" because I've been badly hacked and manipulated and lied to with "A SET-UP" since 2004 -- so a short time before then when people were against me because they caused my Traumatic Brain Injury, TO PROTECT MYSELF DAYS EARLIER I befriended a man who has the name "Arsones" on LinkedIn and I wrote on his profile

THE JERKS WHO DAMAGED MY BRAIN ARE GOING TO SET ME UP WITH "ARSON" -- that's how I found him as because I HAVE BEEN ULTIMATELY CONCERNED WITH THE SAFETY OF MY LIFE! -- that has amounted to not only one time, but now THREE TIMES (3X) I've been "SET-UP" with "arson" maybe because of people's evil threats against ME!

well here at "Averte" in Bradford, Vermont, where you and Bruce did the video-call with me one state over from me, here at "Averte" I've been without my car nearly the entire time

PLEASE understand I've been "SET-UP" since 2004 and TWICE I DIDN'T FEEL SAFE -- wow my left ear just started ringing -- anyways my rights have been trampled and I have that Aunt Donna Donohue who watches out for me, knowing American leaders -- that she knows the circumstances of my having been "SET-UP" SINCE 2004 and I DO NOT FEEL SAFE HERE AT "AVERTE" -- twice I haven't felt safe and voluntarily opted to suffice and be somewhere SAFE -- that I had ordered 2 or 3 actual "safes" from Lowes.com which was because, once again, MY LIFE WAS BEING SABOTAGED FROM EVERY ANGLE -- I wrote the combination to the safe which was "108959#" on my late Minister's profile when I wrote "I DON'T FEEL SAFE [ the combination ] AT HOME!"

The jerks who own and manage and work with maybe bribes, well they've set fire to my porch when I wasn't here, I was driving the Transit Van they have, and it was reported that PEOPLE WHO ORGANIZED THIS 2004+ "SET-UP" well, it was FALSELY REPORTED THAT I CRASHED INTO A POLICE VEHICLE AND DROVE OFF!

Anyways I bought your card for when you ran for President and I have been subjected to "A SET-UP" well the jerks here really hack my computers and cellphones and online presence

NUTSO—a swing at a whiffle ball, with the batter standing tall, yeah, me, and listening to rap music, swinging the baseball bat!

"NUTSO" and not so fantastic, the static and steering clear of nutter butter kind of cookies, and textual tomfoolery, seen as such, coming with so much, that interesting piqued sense, an oncoming pre-tense of weights lifting lifted heavy as 235 lbs. for me, years ago we did see, the sensible awareness of what but bigger biceps equals better for classy stout the “standing” elongated 3.5” with protein-peptides, oh me, oh my, the WSU coach despised, didn’t know what to do or say, hot in the gym springs and summers visited, the A/C electricity switch set to a new low, immediately in the front of the vents, established as a connesiure of cardio—what what YO ???

Disco Black Lingo

Time to vanish, so and so outlandish to erase one’s computer at a work-held mess, in the meetings, singing something with spreadsheets unused—and lost forever if not at it with the forensics of files, reclaimed, some pristine pornography pics, all of the “O”-gasm sorts, and profits incoming situated at Knox—the Fort—“Fort Knox” helding and smelling a stupid mis-spelling, the stink I’m thinking I should leave with shit up my sleeve, when wacky and bereaved of my Allyson, not looking to further research her life—but a little curious!—that fat hootie who? Ally, you know? Now you do with that July 26, 1983, greedily inept of NEVER ANY big birthday “being lowing” cheer—I THINK NOT!—oh, but the weight-gain !!!!!

I am "Polytheistic" which means I believe in multiple Gods, I'm most interested in "The Creator" of His universe!

Rare “Parthenogenesis in humans” that is an “Immaculate Conception” even using Protection—this prudent goodness propagated throughout The Lord’s Land—Jesus Prince, returned, and now He is The King!

PRAISE JESUS CHRIST!

Read up on the Biblical precepts, prematurely tensed to be toss up in a bun, there within a mum word, my own Mom, well she’s encompassing my World, given her my word I won’t misbehave, legs shaved, and mornings, her hairspray is heard coming from a Windex bottle or perhaps an L.A. Looks aerosol, hmmm maybe Maybelline or DEP and my name is “Jeff” with an R-E-Y- with a full follicle haircut, back to the girls of the world—like a Lady’s hair, this about it, you should show a “Care” emoticon with a Pope’s hat on

Were you here when I ordered a Halloween Pope costume? Robe and hat, it was Holy and Divine, even with the Pope Hat—it was Divine—the plunder is all mine, the booty and the loot—and kaput—I’ve never stolen from a store—I have a name, a persona, a certain style, and a way- a method- a particular reason- to shout out loud, that screams, “Oncoming Spring Season!

It’s why and it’s Wyoming with encrypted currencies and a brilliant blue, a color too, hey Dude!

Why Oh Ming (and minting its own “stablecoin”) and it’s all BLUE, when BLUE = “Ming Blue” of my Dad’s ECM Plastics, Inc. 25% OWNER he sold for $36.5 million dollars = $36,500,000 USD

A thing, this “Ming Blue” — Tried N’ True — because this particular shade of blue, at that sweet stuffs HUE

MING BLUE FOR YOU!

Stained Factory Scholars, whom, who, they have blue pigment all around their “Personal Protective Gear” — blue shoes this powdered blue would get in the air, so it was Air-Borne down to the $BONE mixing with many manly employees MING-ELLING, I joke lol but so often dealing with toxic smoke and vapors, taste to the touch, a tough bunch, that’s my hung-up hunch, taking breaks and half an hour for Lunch!

Yeah these bright white suits head to toe, you know, they mix it with extruders of their “Custom PIGMENTS!

It benefited my Dad and his hundred many more, or so, His Employees 💗

Swishy Flows and Mangled Memories of my Mummy, talked to her on the phone just now! "Deborah Marquis"

A sea squall, to reach hard, played in the yard, with no salt, and maybe more to will be halved in the havens of all the Caring Karens—said so of a duplicate name, “Linda” meaningful of Espanol, that’s fine-so described in translation, being “Beautiful”—a big Booty too, all for used, come into the shallow waters at about my two “Feet” sunk deep in the freshwater aqueous slime and benevolent sludge—resembling some pudding, mine Chocolate of focus within a Sonnet—when I’m so sorry- I’m sobbing about what could have been “MADE TO BE!” altruistic a Trump, so stylish, so smart, type of international tariff and A TREATY—so treat me nice, I’ve got a lot of money to sacrifice the billions USD, think nothing of it — I LOVE WHITE AMERICAN DOCTORS AND MY HEALTH-CARE!

Please don’t snitch on this highlighting hotty 21+ Step-Sis!

Little Miss full-platter delicious dish, so to deserve my wish, limbs tingling and lips contorting so some bi-lingual, but we’re both single and meaning mostly to mingle, kinder and kindly, muchas gracias, saying sum bullshit the Venezuelans will understand—I’m so much of a man!

😃

Give me a Holy reason, within this Christmas season!

I promise, I assure you, that it’s not too late to get a hot plate, maybe of some salty-sweet ham, layed the piggy Fat of the Land, some sand particles like the tiny crystals of salt—Krystle? that was not my fault!!!—from treason’s in reach, like the ground, to walk on, to chalk on, at the beach so sand-filled, I like my Ham-burgers breached and baked—take the $CAKE at once galloped nigh the gallows in the middle of the night—a nig-nog seasoning and putting up a fight, it’s all fixed, candle(-sticks) dripping earwax along the train tracks and a Tranche Bazooka Tube tuned and turning red, it’s blood instead of phlegm, that instead I had a ham and cheese sang-wich, some times been earlier to make it more dreary like a worthless fag, high up hitching the Tag-Hexer kidding keeping in mind my WRX beaten to death being so quick, it was a 5MT that’s five-speeds “Manny Trans” on a mission to bust that eruption the nocturnal emissions of some such unlucky bastards, those poor fucks, wearing black (face) JACK-ETS, like to sucking lucky suckle one’s speakers—only on the tweeters, tinkers, happy clams and their claims to have been of “Their Plot” and “THEIR PLAN” (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) taken sitting down, massively showcasing a pucker up kind of frown-ing—time of the town, taken a light down, with an empty charcoal grill—got that elongated lighter with that stick—bunny balls with cough-supprescent “Halls” like menthol candy in your mouth, kissing a trout, whilst laying lazy in a rut, in a route—ha that’s what this is all about Route 56 was so close-bye!

That’s all I have to say about that, MY CRASH WAS NOT MY FAULT!