Saturday, January 28, 2023

I always take my ANTI-SEIZURE PILLS from 2 or 3 Seizures with my TBI, maybe saving my life and I TAKE ALL OF MY MEDICINES HERE IN THIS "HOME" WHERE I'VE SEEN LEGIT RETARDED PEOPLE HERE!, but about seizures and Death, I don't want to die of a seizure -- I'm hoping to die in my "Prime" before I'm 50 years old IN A NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST SO I WOULD DIE WITH SOME MILITARY ACTION...

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Why won't my Mom ever, ever, smile in a photo with me? It's a Gleick-mystery! ;)

Oh one after another,
Here's my DREARY MOTHER!






Circa 1990 here we go: My Mom when she was a Teacher


Sitting still along the way, but alone, Mom on her kitchen seat and reading a Spiegel at the table

And with a cinnamon raisin bagel and tea—she says, “With Wayne gone, I’m focusing on me!”

Her as percolated Lipton is reaching forth with the kitchen clean—dusted off Ramen noodle mess



If you know what on Earth I mean, and to them there astronauts on the moon—stirring tea, a spoon

of caramelized tea leaves with which what amounted in her day, to a classroom fuss—3rd grade

Yes the young audience passing notes of pretenses preferences of jotting adjectives in sentences


Class! Class! It’s time for lunch-lady laden Sloppy Joes, when a ham and cheese sammich, of her’s

With what words of educated “Masters Degree” pontificating times-tables rhythmically Heavens to Betty,

That Bette O’Coin of thick timber-trunks in her Audi of car-speakers audio, oh don’t you know?


Oh and then Mrs. Ralien not an Illegal alien, but struck it rich when getting “Hitched” with her rich husband!


The ten or so empty vodka nips in her desk, that I digress—this Mrs. Mom M. sipping sizzle spitting spittle,

with only, just a little bit of a buzz—the Elementary students exit the bus, that this is a must, of “Bus Duty”

Mr. Mike D. wearing a tie and money in his billfold—these kiddo students should be do as told:


Of form a straight line, and Alphabetical that the tickled pink littlegirl and littleboy blue jeans,

No rated “R” movies allowed to be seen, at what, how many years old? I forget, and fuck the youth,

I’m all about CBD “cool, calm, and collected” my Mom had a 9MM in her hip-strung class gun holstered to use


Asleep at her teacher’s desk now once again, that a late night of partying with inhalants—she’s a mess

Top button undressed, when she passed out on Recess Jobbing, her liver was throbbing for relief

Oh a liquor-laden Gleick alcoholic drinker, Wayne was thinking, I’ll start my own company Debbie’s distant memory!


Shopping at Hollister, her correcting papers—with the MMJ “Vapers” of hers—hidden from the Janitor,

Cleaning up throw-up in the Cafeteria with modern 1% milk in little cardboard containers—a dental retainer

Morning makeup fun of detailing her face—albeit with once-imperfect teeth, made fun of, but now to Teach


Teasing my dental-tray Dentist, an early-on Audi TT driver, “Hi Debbie, oh Debbie, Jeffrey has no cavities

An oral presence of aligning those pearly white Chompers, me the chump, the Hulk... THE HUNK!

With a bottom-Bunk bed to sleep in, and the Tooth Fairy would coming in to creep in and silent


Turn off the lights to make your starry-eyed dreams even brighter—I always wanted a Zippo lighter, when little

Pre-teen Nicole L. and Stephanie S. with the top-heavy Melons of who but “Melanie” a Ginger red hair up-top

On the same bus, and creating a flattering moment with Valentines Day morsels, I’m full of myself!


Naming teachers, Me and my Mrs. Lemerise of 4th schooling, and 6 was Mackie, her new, strict so Tackie

Thumb tacks to peek and push, in the Winter on the playground the many buttoned-up students, Standing in SLUSH!

20 something years of corrupt teaching bullshit, no wonder Spencer employed employees, and their Ploy


Carrying a calculator and a cheat-note, otherwise fail the Final Exam, contraband, with what weakness parents-planned

When expanding like a petroleum bunsen-burner cartoon, writing on the chalkboard—to outline a body collapsed

Deb’s cranial synapses take a 1 or 2 o’clock named nap of classes dispersed for Chorus, “This Nation, Under God”


With God as a real “Illusion” — I reached beyond Him, overpowered my Mother and my Brother — maybe even “The Father”


He’s a very successful $$,$$$,$$$ man who lives in this great land, where a female once known as “Bucky”

The Tables have turned—I wrote about my English Saint John’s teacher and how HE FUCKED ME:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2023/01/25/i-was-subjected-to-my-saint-johns-high-school-teacher-showing-me-his-worn-cock-ring-after-school-and-i-was-a-fool-to-think-he-wouldnt-lick-his-luscious-lips-as-a-sort-of-hint-i-didnt-think/

Marvelously treated the fancy-pants to get those off of you, but only one of few? who’s who?

I negate to name names of this Hospital/Residence spent billions? or Tired of Trillions of copper pennies in my Dad’s monetary wallet—an “Averte” Dispensary of cash, that’s, $20,000 per each month of mooching the money from “Mum ’n’ Pops” who those two a cute couple and married- ever so happily, plus with often a walk on their half mile street, which is neat—this while, being, although not joining a “Health Club” type of “Gym” where the Flip-Flops on community showers floors, the old men Chatty Cathy in the Male Locker Room, the greyed haired men scrubbing bubbles of soap—Do I like taking showers after a workout? NOPE!


But glancing away from fitness and finesse, I think of my physical training, now, and none, my muscles are only “Average at Averte” where I stay—but I digress...


What’s best for a synchronously positioned breast? one that’s a hair bigger, wouldn’t it figure, to be honed of SYMMETRY—yeah that’s the word of “The C Word” www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm — it’s writing maniacally about a friend named Dana who he was not at his best, getting kicked out of his house, them coarse words yelling at his Mom—I digress—once again, and I’ve had you weeping with a box of tissues, being this because the missing issues of Bitcoin Magazine and Life Extension, undelivered to me, and Carissa I see—now a part of “THIS SET-UP”—she’s so sneakily being somehow maybe, mean to me, and she’s very rarely AILING here, rearward motions of the vast Atlantic a seebreeze sneeze of them tissues- amiably complacent with their bed-side backside placement upon a shelf, but never used—yeah so what?—a J. Rag to clean it all up, the stuff for a beautiful blessing in female-form, self-absorbed perfection, hopefully coming in my direction—my E.D. needs Attention: lonely housewives, care for some kick and some D. in your equation? Stop at my station: “Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries” of Contact Info if you want to click on the Net, we’ll watch some movies known as “Flicks” on my big TV, having at one another monotonously humping when the flickered candle fastly fades—it’s Ember JUMPING ON MY BED, or send Wendy in instead, a throughoutly howling at the moon—male or female—the ’57 Chevy needs a new Tranny when I be what I can be and not to come up with lecturing upon what makes me contemplate:


What camed first, the Chicken or the Egg?


The white part of the egg—the egg albumin—pure protein to Stay LEAN come spring while when on March 20th the weekday or weekend—I want a new friend—I’ll just say it:


I want a luck-buddy, to wean!


It’s my birthday and i want 40 virgins along with some stank-ass trashy-ass WHITE “elevated class” type of ass from a hoopty who—once again—NOT A MAN!—although I once calm pleased sedated—and don’t you ever call it “Dating”—with a Jehovah’s Witness friend, I will defend him until The End of beating it off around the proverbial "bush"



Thank you Peter because you were a great friend, whilst I lived at my real “Home” in Charlton, Mass. I miss your oral contemplation IN THE PITCH BLACK DARKNESS OF NIGHT, and excuse me if you regret what happened JUST ONLY ONCE, horned Laurie G. why we haven’t talked- your oration of vocabulary I said I meant, me for marvelous cranium, NEVER IN THE BUM FOR EITHER OF US!


South Park character "Butters" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4PvTrTp7Tc

I've funded many Chinese Food restaurants and establishments, and I prefer Japanese automobiles and electronics, PLUS THIS ::: China created Coronavirus, I was a Yellow or Blue Belt at Karate 3 times!

Being that to it is at what’s AT-IT and wait a tick to talk in clips on Tik-Tok


I don’t belong to Tik-Tok.

I’ve never used Tik-Tok.

I don’t like China.


I haven’t thought anything good about China since I saw on the news and read online about how they manufacture FAKE MEDICINE! THOSE FRAUDSTERS!


A racist TikTok video made by local teens ends up going viral




I don’t like the Chinese culture,

and I had a Caucasian Karate Instructor!


A chick frauding me online, Kung-Fu HER!

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Forked envisioned and all day to the Interest of the point, I haven't been too annoyed since Allah (God?) "ANNOINTED ME" a pleasantry of the #1 modern Queen sipping spice-y sauce, of course!

Vicky Camaraderies on her needs for a poignant poise and positioned rightly with the left lonely and loser, the writing perusal, of you and yours my viewers, my reeders, the rabbit ribbit-ribbit bunny breeders with those Florida’s many loose gators galloping and wallowing in the midst of a cease and desist with the “Step Mom” and “Step Sis” vids, that to quo por quid Deborah Quit and quiet, her so silent when relieved I never quite and quietly I QUIT THAT “THC” SHIT! my online voice appearing on-screen, for those roughly ten or so viewers, they’re reading covers at the now-defunct “Duane Reade’s” selling pigeon sides of walking in the city of bacon eaters (bread winners) roasting a darkly charred Hot Dog, fed a Sausage in Alabama, don’t you know, that I’m like your front lawn, freshly and favorably “Mowed” as in put ‘er in Sleep Mode momentarily I’m getting dreary sleepy, feeling the greedy gremlins of Twitter “fraud” leverage to cause suspended disbelief in those, the people, them the early-on Twitter Certificate of Authenticity with an “Approval” account for a $8 monthly amount, to count the USA country-  it’s where I Be.




At “Averte” with the avenue of discreditment and absolute resolved revolution of a bodily excursion to wipey ’n’ clean-  the drool of a drunken slobbery fool, eating food and rude to the “I’m lovin’ it!” crew but McDonalds dancing on the fried fritters and little critters of mine own eyes, that Burger King I once despised them and their food me a young tot, I thought BK was gross—when years later I liked Berzerker King the most!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D-9X3ooFvo



It’s where I be, sitting prettiest with the zest of Optic White, by: “Crest” of Crescent Moons, too soon-  yeah they’re coming at me and in the zestiest sudden flavor, the God is my Savior—but sorry Jesus Christ—I know there have been many, many true “virgin births” since time began, I say proudly in the chattered teeth and gums—looking too yellowish I grab the teethen smiley fun not once, and not only twice, but I brush my chompers at all hours—three timed 3x’s a day when I say, I prefer a pretty face to put in it’s place a loving spoonful upon midnight—me so bright to time it just right—“Take delight in the wish I wish tonight!”


So be it as it might, and not getting into an argueable agreement of masses of shared Sea Man comic book, I took the chance to invest my younger-life birth—pre-Hearse—and rehearsed—scented redeeming—no 18 year-old “Teening” on my part when I see a kitty with Sweet Hearts of lambs in a pasted chip-clip of clicking the ticking of clocks and worn-wet spotty tube socks, my Wheaties cereal box, of Michael Jordan—when he wants cereal for breakfast—in the morning, of a new days sunshine when I whine about a misconstrued and ample “Attitude”—of the creeps on YouTube staring at Saweetie’s mammary Walmart pish-posh glance of glory to the tune of a Tootsie sucks, suckle, swallow, and I like a lot of “food on my plate” when dining with a Play-boy playmate on a date, and at a restaurant, her and I we shine, not drinking any wine, coming to crush the obscene interlude of Kimmy K. saggy, saying, “Who’s this white-boy dude?” :





My online content free of nudes—watching Fox of being for my news of milligram anti-depressants upon expanse, and I not paying or flipping pages of paperwork, downstairs, in the office pill dispensary—that I’m sorry that I was difficult upon arriving to live here 3.5 hours away from home, away from my car—Vermont stationary you’ve taken me too far, I have felt but only at first—only at first—that then I thought tough and rustled paint chipping off or a front grill of a vehicle, my writing, so radical groovy with the breaded butter thick stick of Pork Roast and toasted jellies and jams, the traffic in that automobile, so old, the metallic deterioration is what Alec Baldwin faces of dismay at this time in January, just when, the incoming Febreeze “Therapy” of February igintes intuition and bodily, the faded “NYE” “Resolution” to get thinner lower that weight—by now, you know, that skinny-mini goal is not of any real “Fruition” of the Wombing overcome with Oxy and Stridex pads of creases in skin, not kept within- but external with the nailed wooden woodie Golf Clubs—shooting 18 holes in the wet Ides of March, but not St. Idea’s... Ida Bialecki may she rest in peace, and not forgotten for Heaven of her bretheren kin of “Marquis Royalty”—I be the oh-gee and og-eez what is going on with what wacky me-having’s the discretion to take the most natural reclined position, loving my Love Seat when I’ve eaten a belly full of beef-steak dinner Meet—and on Track to run through the Forest, wilderness winter wild snowflakes—that—who runs in the winter?


Too cool, too cold,

41 years off my being OLD!



And “School” when in wood-shop I’d stammer grab the bam hammer happenings with the DRILL-SAW (drill-seargent) it’s spinning and spitting up dust when wearing a mask...


That in 2004 before I crashed, I ordered 250 N95 Masks on Amazon...


Yes, in 2004 I ordered 250 N95 Masks!


But seasons change, driving a moreover more expenses that the “Range” puts the -over- in Rover Ripple with the Izze drinks downstairs, but only whole milk that I like 1% choc. cow milk—chocolate Choco-Taco’s frigidaire film of what a wrapper in shiny foil—do you remember those ice-cream treats?


The “C” words of confidence and cacophony forlorn and all-gone at the end of the song, singing, and Sip the greasy pimp’s curmudgeon , of reasons for responsible antics with the all-powerful Tantric tasting of a forbidden one-way STREET—that who won the race, of whites, in the first place!


White = #1


I as a white-man in the world, being “Fancy” with flavored “Chaw” ??? No, which instead I’ll have a chew of granola—not Grain Alcohol... in the droplets falling of cloudy skies and being happy...


No tears in my eyes!

https://www.abebooks.com/Hole-Harrys-Pocket-Robin-Bloksberg-Houghton/17657410941/bd


Non-turned and non-burnt holes in the bee’s keen knees of a hornet in a baby’s bonnet, when flaunting the probable potentiality of a young-one having toys for tot’s and who woulda thought’s that creating a little creature comfort—a “bun in the oven”—all over after nine months, reproduced—and sipping out of a Sippy-Cup the sugar so sweet it’s JUICE and O.J. is on the runs in a tyranical trophy trauma, criminal shit swinging and respected no more as per smurmer mutterings of mutts and jingo butts jangled in a circle of tee-pee’s Native Nation know, you gotta go SHOOT A BUFFALO THERE, OLD NICKIE !!!


I’ve worked out but never “Juiced” with hormones, aside from protein-peptides, made me taller, but Rx “Shrunk my legs!”


Taxed a nickel on a dollar for [ The Messenger ] in a brief stint of prickling techtonics with our Hyper-Sonics of my America, my abiding by the law, gym-class hoping with the Saw I shopped at Cornwell’s for kernels on the greatly accustomed to an allthewhile me in my apartment, hoping to plant the tires of my Scooby on the crossroads—of my Mom’s “crosswords” to challenge others in “Tourney’s” of who but a wonder of words, a supreme “vocabulary” monstrocity—my Mom knowing would-be words so well, she follows the prose, I knows when she complains, “That’s not a word!” and so I bought Microsoft Word a number thirsty for the thirst of the first of a total of THREE TIMES I’VE BOUGHT MICROSOFT WORD!


Who do you want it where the keys can peep it, seek it, slinky and hung fingers coming out of my tongue’d nicely lambchops Tonsils of Circus Clown’s on Stilts and even still, I chill, laying back and come hither with the preview “Trailer” movie of Theater and hiccup’s burps and farts from the Big Rig “pontius pilot” of a plane overcast by a cloud—so araised above, like a dove, and at a bar of SOAP rendered from the fat of pigs—the fat of the land—scribbling text and scrubbing the crumbs from these fingers of mine, feeling fine, when fretting the Bill of 1 or 2 I know 2 Bills with $2 bills, to collect loose change and yeah that Obama ad VERT eyes of mine, meant to twinkle like stars interstellar of imaginational expectancy—our livestrong livestrong lifetimes of being like be better, beating a doctor’s answer of, “I’m sorry and you have cancer”


In a mental-hospital “Averte”






Cautionary Tale: “Avert cancer with ‘Averte’” 

randomwordgenerator: "fantasy" and random.org 1-100 # I got 62 on the date and time of 2023-01-24 11:09:51 UTC

https://www.cnbc.com/cryptocurrency/






During my recovering through 2004 until I feel that I will always be "Recovering", and first and foremost my nightly time spending hours alone and writing pages and pages with a ball-point pen, I read those prices and studied the trends of crypto-currencies of value... on that screen and some many other websites showing its “trends"


I said, "If I can't have many friends, I'll adopt a love for monetary trends!" and I took it from there, hoping to be a "Bitcoin Whale" I have ten Bitcoin wallets and TD Bank I have a lot of money in it, I plan on spending wisely, Blue Chips *chirp chirp*


I was recovering and I would write the list of “crypto-currencies” I wanted to do well on sheets of paper, and how I wanted longer arms and legs—that are back to proper size now—so I wrote “Elongate”—and I thought about gated communities, thinking about purchasing a nice house near my parents, and I swear to God, that’s how I found Elon Musk months later, I knew Elon Musk with 40+ minutes of his time, that he wanted to know what I remembered from “Astro Camp” a couple decades earlier!  He liked me and I told him where I lived and to arrive with his business partners in a bunch of limousines because I have very wealthy parents... I tried to sound serious, and I think I bought him a lot of gifts because I’d successfully lengthened my legs and arms with GHRP-6 and Insulin pins in 2005- I told Elon should grow much Taller, growing so much and take-up basketball and spend 44 Billion dollars on Twitter when we talked for, I think, 44 minutes like FINA44 was Julie Sheehan my old friend in 1999/2000 and onward


After reading “Advanced Cryptography” and a large “Economics” book at Saint John’s, I was crypto, Bitcoin 2005, Cryptography 2001, Stocks from 2013 or 2014, but my Dad canceled some of it like a Bank of France


I had so many “FB” now “Meta” Friends who made average $1,000,000 to $250,000 or like I had, $100,000 start-up’s at their jobs’ Salary—I was on Facebook early—I read what I could find about business owners and Facebook’s house they started in California getting them on the phone because I was good friends with a Facebook, now “Meta”, “Facebook Developer” and I called him a bunch of times and other people at the house, when, I knew, I could be famous if I kept calling Facebook and Elon Musk, and then Bruce Fenton—he ran for Senator of NH—and Bruce Fenton is the way I knew Bitcoin would be so valuable!


I wrote the prices of 40 crypto-currencies or as many as 65, numbered, and I threw them all away when my handwriting became easier to read, on lined paper, that I knew studying the increase or decrease or breaking even was the way to forecast the future of this new type of money



For this wealth, I studied Stocks

For this health, I recovered, geese in flocks, but no Grey Goose, no way!




Tuesday, January 17, 2023

I haven't snorted any powders or anything in many years, and SOBER 2016 no sips in 3 years!


I was recovering and I would write the list of “crypto-currencies” I wanted to do well on sheets of paper, and how I wanted longer arms and legs—that are back to proper size now—so I wrote “Elongate”—and I thought about gated communities, thinking about purchasing a nice house near my parents, and I swear to God, that’s how I found Elon Musk months later, I knew Elon Musk with 40+ minutes of his time, that he wanted to know what I remembered from “Astro Camp” a couple decades earlier!  He liked me and I told him where I lived and to arrive with his business partners in a bunch of limousines because I have very wealthy parents... I tried to sound serious, and I think I bought him a lot of gifts because I’d successfully lengthened my legs and arms with GHRP-6 and Insulin pins in 2005- I told Elon should grow much Taller, growing so much and take-up basketball and spend 44 Billion dollars on Twitter when we talked for, I think, 44 minutes like FINA44 was Julie Sheehan my old friend in 1999/2000 and onward


After reading “Advanced Cryptography” and a large “Economics” book at Saint John’s, I was crypto, Bitcoin 2005, Cryptography 2001, Stocks from 2013 or 2014, but my Dad canceled some of it like a Bank of France



I had so many friends who made average $1,000,000 to $250,000,000 at their jobs’ Salary—I was on Facebook early—I read what I could find about business owners and Facebook’s house they started in California getting them on the phone because I was good friends with a Facebook, now “Meta”, “Facebook Developer” and I called him a bunch of times and other people at the house, when, I knew, I could be famous if I kept calling Facebook and Elon Musk, and then Bruce Fenton—he ran for Senator of NH—and Bruce Fenton is the way I knew Bitcoin would be so valuable!


I wrote the prices of 40 crypto-currencies or as many as 65, numbered, and I threw them all away when my handwriting became easier to read, on lined paper, that I knew studying the increase or decrease or breaking even was the way to forecast the future of this new type of money, and I have a lot of cash in TD Bank