No such thing but success, blessed!

Do you count the days, maybe coming up with new ways anyways to sway and stay, or do you say “Hay is for horsies” in more morse code beeping instead of buzzing that bumblebee’s collect pollen but sullen when it’s raining away the chores of the day coming up like the moon-lit sun on “Fire and Ice” the Beantown restaurant, everyone’s desire their attire on which they've splurged, to they gorge on delectable treats with the sweets for the ending, or maybe your hunnybunny sitting across the solid table in front of you, calling one another “Boo” like baby this and baby that take your magic hat and sit on a tack, scrunching them temperature-controlled buttocks in luxury cars have “wheel locks” heating a couple buns in the warmer seats for wintertime, with snow tires I always use, I say “The road is mine!” Because I’ve never crashed or had a fender-bender with Blizzak snow tires, I highly recommend for the incliment weather of the winter in our North-East climate

Unbekempt toolshed harnessing power tools with Tim The Tool-Man Taylor on TV where Gilligan was a scrawny sailor, and with Mary Anne on the show, I’d bang her, but not with a hammer in the toolshed, grooming the linoleum floor with a broom, an old lady sees her doom, then her Tomb, maybe having given birth with her Womb, shaven, not needing a comb or an Abercrombie lotion for this incredible locomotion with GPS pin-point locations being zoomed-in-on with the satellites, thousands (!!!) of satellites in space, did you know? I searched it online to give it a go, but that my Dr. Dominic Candido, Ph.D. gave me a slight and subtle hint that there are missiles in space FOR DEFENSE! when he said, “Those NoKo nukes wouldn’t make it 100 feet off the ground!” He shared with me, at which point I recited information from Google: “Kim has about 100 submarines with missiles in the Pacific, and I refuse to believe they can be tracked by satellite, so I want Dana to move out of California and live close-by to me that would be my fantasy but only if Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona could live with me and sleep in the same bed every night, making sweet love, my TBI partner of 2010 to 2013, but I drank way back then, way back when in 2013 when I didn’t want my nightly drinking at home to be seen, and I’ve quit in 2016, along with the help of A.A. when I had a sudden awareness that I wasn’t like the junkie addicts there trying so hard to go without drunkenness, and I simply stopped drinking soon after attending two A.A. meetings at my church in Charlton, MA where my parents — who are my “Health Proxy” — they’ve moved me 3 hours away to a new state not needing to work a job as per a wise investment in 2013 or 2014 with a stockbroker named Daniel Michael Besse!

He told me there’s nothing wrong with keeping money in other countries!

And I’m pretty sure I own many, if not all of these “crypto-currencies” 

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

I would pray while crying alone, God put me in the zone, when I Googled: “cry” and “crypto-currency” resulted that I knew I would become rich on my own, that night with my stockbroker sleeping over his house in another state, the cheap price of these brand new moneys were on my radar (since 2005...) and I promised Daniel Michael Besse of CT that if Cardano goes up enough, I will buy him a car, so I say thanks to Daniel Michael Besse now that I have a fortune in a Bank in France, that my Bitcoin(s) are scheduled to sell when they’re worth $100,000 or $250,000 each and I have 1 Bitcoin or 100 Bitcoins or 250 of them, because I want to buy a 1967 Ferrari 250 GTO, like my poster of one on my wall in my apartment 3 hours away from my “Health Proxy” parents who control as much as they can about me, getting me to quit my MMJ, no biggie I have CBD they buy me pills of and I don’t smoke any CBD!

I quit drinking in 2016, except 1 beer on Christmas! EIGHT MONTHS AGO!

I’m pretty sad and lonely here at “Averte” in Bradford, Vermont where I don’t have a car, but I deeply fear that if I had a car here I would start drinking beer at a local restaurant, so unless I can afford a 1999 Ferrari F355 GTS F1 — MY DREAM CAR — with red paint and a tan leather interior, I shouldn't have a car here, or a job, because I might have a beer alone at a restaurant nearby and that could turn into a habit!

M.Z. has an AZN wife and two yellow babies!

I think there's going to be a war soon in The Middle-East along with North Korea and what do I know?

I ran Cross-Country running at Saint John's Catholic, Private High School I graduated from in 2000

"At least 60,000 US troops are deployed across the region, encircling Iran."

New Orleans is trashed with floods, so their tourism there is ruined for years now! hahaha!

My Minister who Baptized me and was at the scene of my many life-threatening injuries (he was waiting at the Leicester Police Station with my family, my relatives, my friends, and my co-workers...) -- when I WAS SO INJURED, but I'm loyal to God Himself The Father --- but I care absolutely NOTHING about Jesus Christ who is simply a product of "Parthenogenesis" and "Virgin Birth" that there have been so many like him and he's not special like the "Parthenogenesis" offspring aren't special, but I collected 60+ Charlton Federated Church Sunday Service pamphlets, he said "Don't contact me anymore" since I put my enemies in Hell permanently, because all of the two-faced fucks who are responsible for "THE SET-UP" of breaking my sobriety and threatening to have me kicked out of my home in Charlton, MA -- where my motherfucking parents moved me 3 hours away THEY ARE MY "HEALTH PROXY" and they control me completely, so while I will always love my Dad the super-rich millionaire many times over, I hate my Mom and her drunk awful family who injured me with broken bones and a TBI that put me in the ICU for a full month in 2004 when I almost died!

PLEASE read my www.wrxtbi.com

My Dad's previous employees got jobs at Google and Facebook so they could change my text and fake shit in my name, that I have a hacked cellphone, and 3 laptops -- that some fuck changed the password on my Dell last year and it's covered in dust -- along with these 2 MacBook Pro's that are tapped by my enemies, as well as I'm on a "SHARED INTERNET CONNECTION" with the fucking mentally inept losers here and who I don't associate with any of them, and the staff here (my parents bribe them...) they lie to me about my medications, like they forged a signature saying I had 3 Klonopin tonight, when I only had 2, yeah I was saving the 3rd for around 11pm and the fucks here do shit to me, so I want them to go to Hell when they die, maybe soon from a war with my great country where I pay all of my taxes, and I will pay any necessary fees when I import my great fortune in France of Bitcoin, Stellar, XRP, Dogecoin, Bitcoin Cash, etc. etc. that have risen significantly ever since I invested in them through my stockbroker of previously Pacilio Wealth Management and now Merill-Lynch, named Daniel Michael Besse, who I don't care what happens to him because he showed me the worst pain I've ever felt when he purposely locked me out of his bathroom!

Currently, there are 13,900 evacuees at the Ramstein Air Base awaiting travel onward

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3q8Od5qJio

I hate Alexander Kozlov for introducing me to gay sex!

Seemingly being of the Holy decree, I wish to always be free to do what I want, my writing prose and shame on those who are against me, for this is to be seen by me — my parents who are my “Health Proxy” and evil in their attempt to make me suffer, but what’s there?  Only the stars in front of me in God’s brain, looking through His eyes, I made it to Him courtesy of my greatest lover ever, Justine, once a teen, legal of age 18.5 when we began our precious prize of loving in the fullest, sucking on her chest, the treasure inside, I want her to be my future Bride, before the incoming “certain” attack in Kabul the epitome of evil with ISIS, The Taliban, and Covid-19 I loved Justine Aragona of all of the year of her being 19 of a full year together when I drank very little, before my parents went hard on me, then thirsting for beer and nips of vodka, I hated the all of you, for making me so sad and taking my things, causing me such anger, and our world is in danger, a la Islam and NoKo with nukes, I am a man who never pukes, being free of alcoholic-temptations I pray to The Nation of Sheiks and geeks, but without any Tweak, yes only caffeine but no ephedrine for years now, no, I don’t take THC or any GHB (Alex would order from Mexico) that loser taking an old man’s penis in his anus, not fussing about it-  he had so many full-body orgasms from the Tantric Sex it put him in Heck and having to spend years in mental hospitals, then getting a job an hour away from his home AT MY BLOCKBUSTER, but after seeing him behind the counter just once, I never went back, in fear of his legal attack, with me the innocent bystander who seeked to spend a night of reminiscence with my Saint John’s Catholic High School teacher, he had ladies I wanted to meet them, but after John Deedy raped me I escaped his powers, but unlike Alexander Kozlov he did what he wanted having gay sex with multiple men at once, so long ago, and getting a tattoo and piercings, John Deedy wanted to have him in a grande “Show” of anal sex and anal orgasms putting Alex in a trance and saying to me from Mr. Deedy’s bed, “I’m in Heaven!”

But that’s what the gay faggot Alex wanted a penis in his anus, put in a trance with the Anabolics to get so huge, his P.O. Box was full of many, many uppers and downers, that made his sister Michelle Kozlov frown for hours!

What is a Tomhardy drilled-in Canker-sore so swollen, the gushing blood is stolen, albeit from an “Internal” vein, of massive mouth pain, making love to the swishy-squishy feeling of a massive cut, maybe on your finger with a steak-knife oopsie, the opposite of a proposed proposal plan for a mayday Marriage if the kind of kin who make you want to drive a heavy drinker home before he or she gets nodded off at the neighborhood Applebee’s, Jay-Z singing aloud, and for a mighty crowd, those passing by are the passenger’s-bye on a Delta-8 or Delta-10 astral plane smoking the MMJ that’s mostly legal, I would love a gal, to make romance with her my sweetie sweet-stuff, with her tied up in ‘cuffs, chained in her cage, and I’m particular about age, at least 18, like Justine, she was my QUEEN, naughty antics, totally obscene, but by my eyes only, not Tony!

That impotent TBI fat fuck didn’t stand a chance, throwing up liquor when he slept over her house, after her parents convinced me to stop drinking all alcohol.

Besounding besides resounding the culmination of my mental-improvement I thank the racetams for 1. Helping me quit drinking beer and all alcohol, this many years ago when I found a bottle of the powder belonging to Justin, that made me not want to get drunk, he ordered but didn’t find it useful for his art and thinking… 2. Aiding my brain so much- I find it improving to Herculean extents being composed and extra-polite here with the staff and the residents, these drugs developed since 1950 are improving my comprehension, my understanding, my communication

I take Focus Factor and Focus Formula hours apart, as I have all day to ingest these “Nootropic” drugs that improve focus, clear thinking, and improve my mood!

I also take 100% of the calcium requirement that’s an anti-depressant with Citrical and Calcium Carbonate (that they stole 4/5ths of my last bottle!)

I like the anti-estrogen Arimistane because I WAS GIVEN WAY TOO MUCH ESTROGEN AT HOME AND AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE!

Speaking of which I purchased Microsoft Word online, but unless it’s on my old laptop, I don’t have Microsoft Word on this my latest newest computer!

I NEED A NEW CELLPHONE!

IT ALWAYS HANGS UP WHEN I TALK TO MY DEAR AUNT DONNA DONOHUE!

THE SCREEN SWITCHES THINGS!

I’M BEING HACKED!

Please swish the sweet Colgate Total on your pink Tonsils then spitting it out, maybe using whitening mouth wash by Crest… and catch a wave (HI GUYS) in the ocean on a boogie-woogie body-board at Cape Cod, where I want to catch some rays, but without using Melanotan II again, wow I got such looks from the WSU girls!

“Where did you get your ‘special tan’ ??? — what tanning salon do you go to ???

I ordered $117 on a bodybuilding store at a great discount, but I am fine with it being sent back AS LONG AS I GET A REFUND!

They steal from my apartment and they didn’t get me my groceries today !!!!!

Why did they ignore me ??? THEY GO SHOPPING TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS, AND TODAY WAS THURSDAY, SO I HATE THE MOTHERFUCKERS WHO DON’T GIVE ME WHAT I NEED !!!!!

Alas, with the few problems here, I thank you for paying “Averte” a hefty sum to keep me safe and happy!

Taliban

Now what should I do?

 Now what should I do?

To say to the beloved Wifey,

I do ???

Through and through my enlarged heart, is to say I LOVE YOU !!!!!

Sweetie miss, I blessed though with a big fat kiss,

like 108 on FM with Arbs,

Beware the fence with barbs!

Or on a barbecue (because...)

This is what I do, it’s all for used!

Babygirl you are my world,

Alas the way we unite,

It’s more than a blur,

So as to not sound absurd,

I’ve written a blurb,

Fart and Belch @ 40+

I consider you an old wench!

Knocking you upside the noggin with a wrench,

250 lbs. I could bench!

To drink and not to think in any straight lineage that I am totally straight for girls of age 18+ adults usually not as old as me, but I would only date girls who are 21+ hopefully not drinking, maybe like me with a moderate/severe Traumatic Brain Injury!

But oh well in school I was cool as... a cucumber this summer with Ember flailing her arms, “JEFFREY WHAT’S YOUR PULSE?”

Plus I compliment her height and serene ambiance PLUS putting me in a trance, wearing two of Lance’s yellow bracelets, I feel a surge in my pants but keeping it subtle, Justine Aragona, she let me in her buttle...

New July housewives milking milk as I say, “Who” and a chocolate cow says, “Moo”

Along the twisted road on Twisty’s dot-com the midwife gets her please pleasure, please me darling!

Betwixt the combination to my safe at home, I’m eating and busy right now so leave a message for me in text

DM me on Insta for some instant magic bridling sources with the Beautiful Bride bouncing so lifely firefly

Dad and Mom I apologize so profusely for having crashed my WRX which showed you emotional trauma!

My parents and my enemies are mad that I am such a good person I refrained from jerking off for a full year, starting on Christmas at midnight, and I never had a "wet dream" or dreamt about sex, and maybe because I went so long without jerking off, I later began a relationship, in a deep love, with Justine Aragona who was easily my BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER! and what's great about us now is that we both have TBI's and broken bones THAT WERE NOT OUR FAULT!

People are mad at me that I called the police about a bad BitTorrent website in 2006 and it got many people in trouble because it was all a "SET-UP" like me living 3 hours away from home is a "SET-UP" where they get into my apartment a lot and bring me my pills late, like I was brought my pills over an hour late this morning, and so many people are mad because I'm not in Hell, but they are!

Everyone was in on my enemies' "Plan" when they all got me to get me to drink in 2004, after 2.5 months of Sobriety, and they caused my many injuries when they almost killed me! So they're mad I haven't tried to kill myself even when they screw with me!

And they're mad I don't use THC or drink any alcohol, they lied to me here saying that a bar nearby went out of business I don't care about because I only have 1 beer on Christmas and over a year ago I had 1 beer at a restaurant in town where I think they're setting me up because I put my enemies in Hell!

This cloud makes me happy, and that cloud makes me limber, I knew it- I knew it-  This is all because of Tinder!

And a tree falls in the forest, so take the Stearic Acid and drip it where my heart lives, in my chest done push-up’s to give me massive amounts of manly PUMPS doing where I’ve been... at the gym

Dancing in Space with Allah

Becoming true the Alivity of my tranquility without the medication “Abilify” that I haven’t had since the five times I’ve been sent to mental-hospitals having fun with girls of age 18+ that I don’t watch Teen anything on the only porno websites I go to are PornHub and YouPorn, not having had sex with a girl because of the intimacy I found with a “Domina” named Alx Neas in the mental-hospital on her last night there, that night when THE ONLY GIRL I LOVE IS MY JUSTINE ARAGONA my soulmate who delivered me to God Himself The Father in 2013 when the sex lasted all night long, hearing the song “Xerces” on youtuberepeat.com when like the Title, I danced in Space with Allah being delivered to God at the edge of space, I LOVE GOD HIMSELF THE FATHER!

Be found, on the ground, while hearing no sounds from the tracking trolley in the alley- way I say hey you’z guyz, bereft of music, pussy 2 lips, so stick it with the rampant red smooch smooch smooch, that I am not a “mooch” with a low bank account balance and wearing 2 yellow LIVESTRONG Bracelets, like I once had dental braces for almost a year, corn on the cob munching with no fear, my dear, I am here, at “Averte” in Bradford, Vermont where I’m not at all queer in my intentions of making sweet, sweet love to the ladies who throw their crumpled wet panties on the Led Zeppelin stage, of age, 21+ with 40 Virgins but that’s not a sin, girls my age, I’m “in” albeit while not having had sex in a too long time, I want these mystical beauties to be all mine, and we will be together so fine, and she can have her way riding on top of my strong soldier body so fit, low-estrogen for me is it!

Flirtatious Audacious in this room so Spacious a final frontier and clear as my rear, dear reader, but this is not the end, of my Mom, or Mother Hen, both on Planet Earth, and Parents’ Jeff...

With a Mont Blanc ink pen, to be dipped in the black liquid of a negro eating a Hero Hogie sandwich, for which is traded — BTC Bitcoin the stock — those who doubt my predictions talk a walk, talk one in Waking Hours the rooster calls the crows, “Stay away you darkie Foes! Pecking at the seed under your toes!”

Done at nothing at night on December 24th with egg-nog swill the syrup in your cup, alright kids, the jig is up, no more believing in Santa Claus and hold your applause, I show my claws like Wolverine in the comic books for sale, on display, to be SEEN!

Put-Put-Put goes the gasoline-inspired vehicle along the motorway in Bristol without a pistol, and not being pissed off with a new Tesla using batteries, but I desist from any violins or voicemails

Astounding stand rights as you’re either standing there, tall, or sitting back, relaxing, while dilly-dally willie-nillie we prance to the beat so sweet, uptown girl, doing the downtown men, in a big bed, to lay all day and all night long — we did that too — do you know? — it was brand-spanking new to me the Prophecy, all the way to God Himself at where but the edge, I reached beyond Him to territory unknown and feeling a breast or two I’d squeeze and I’d beg HER to “squeeze” oh please, miss Queenie-Weenie laying still (that I once ran stillchillen.com) and taking the pill each day, her B.C. as I proceed in the A.D. a la Ano Domini and not only that but Aunt Donna A.D. 2021

Dancing for you and dancing for two, us two, Allah and I in God’s infinite universe at the WSU with Ashley H. The in-class thriller and the DUI killer of 2 or 3 innocent souls, driving home, returning from dinner out or whatever, as their lives came to an abrupt ending, courtesy of Ashley and her “Brown Eyes” poem, that Dr. Gibbs embarrassed poor Ash in front of us all, we the classmates, looking for mates, to mate, with mating, and dating and slurpee goodness lo and behold her head down, gagging, swishing spit and swimming in Space with Allah and Ecco: The Dolphin, my favorite Book of SEGA Genesis game of much fame and with a YouTube presence, I take the play through as a present, like I here and present at Lower Plain where they keep me same, smiling, similar, simple, but without dimples, and clean all over, I want a girl here to go lower, bow down to me, bow down to The King, and bow with your belt unbuckled, suckle suckle, suck me off, with my cufflinks on the counter dresser get undressed as I’ll put you in this mess — employees and staff are not supposed to seduce the residents, at the residence of a hospital/home with “caretakers” giving fistfuls of pills-pills-pills but not making me ill or sick, I order Cialis for my big dick, so prick-a-prick-prick for a price, and eat your Ben’s rice, made all nice, although I’m fairly low-carb getting thin as a pin, while incomparable to Ember’s skeletal-body so tall so straight, being both straight, sexual skylarkings are in our fate, so as not to masterbate!

Whilst thou take a bow so as I swear I didn’t blow up the Solar System (Allah did...)

One thick tube in my rectum (Andy shoved so hard and John Deedy penetrated, those perps!)

Free of herpes with a clean body a soiled solid diaper at Fairlawn in the Hoya lift, lifting me into my wheelchair I breathe in the, the toxic fumes of Britney Spears’ audacity, oh the city? I do much better in the suburbs writing brief blurbs to I HIT A POST!

A telephone pole and don’t you know, I’m not doin’ anything wrong or watching Teens ever!

C’mon,

Sing along

Pretty pink thong

Awake at dawn, the dish soap so sudsy and suddenly the lights go on, but when the sun sets and hun, place your bets on the bigger, bigger, BIGGEST chests of breasts feeding the infants so infinitely a la The Infantry, with the intermediate Saints of John’s, my school with absolutely not a single fool, eating food and playing pool in the deep-end singing aloud, sinking Billiards at the barn door, hay for horses, there’s more in store as I implore, the fish to snap at Dad’s lures, but oh crap-  one got loose, the big bucket of minnows sleeping on pillows with the blood-shed oh I hate what was said, “You have a Traumatic Brain Injury” when the judge was lenient and deleted my criminal-recordings in the hospital, when I would say, what the hey? Mom and Dad, why do you want my voice on tape? To fake a rape?

Got the life, with a snapped up Ferrari car going so far at one-hundred and 80 degrees, oh please, Mom bake the turkey for the Turks, with slow, subtle jerks pleasing my ding-dong as I like girls in skinny underwear: thongs with a brown spot in the back, on the line, oh Heavens maybe, take me and go all the way to Marlboro, MA cigarettes a la filters of smokey fillers the Bear wearing a thick and think, coat of hair, so buckle up and sip your goblet cup, I choke on vitamins and throw up, vomiting to myself, in the kitchen sink, Goblets I drink absolutely zero alcohol, and drive a rented UHaul to the mall with my Justine Aragona!

 I have a deadly Traumatic Brain Injury!

Starting at the beginning, I am winning and while NEVER SINNING for behold the world of the Holy bread upon the table-board with a skateboard doing 1080 but in pixels on a video game screen, and have you seen the wowzers on that Bowzers boo pity boo who you tinkle in a tantric tangle so fancy pants and a mole-hill covered in ants with Lance’s WSU “Lancers” team in between LIVESTRONG debacles with an octo-pussies tentacles but not my testicles-  the tantric sex has me in a Hex with pontificated Tiph and Po the Teletubbies’ tinkly winkly with wrinkled skin coming from within and NEVER SINNING to be comfortable on the comforter in bed so shake your head with Huxtable’s home with the dial-tone alone eating snick-snacks and ice-cream to be seen by the Almighty — righty titey left leg lucy shorter by a bit, I felt so much pain in my hip

Coming at you hard-core oh how I want to SCORE kicking beyond the goalie-  wow you all owe me taking it with time but no fine wine or alcoholics the drinkers-  cop pulling you over? Hit the blinkers or he’ll put on the SING THE BLUES wearing two shoes it’s breakfast time to read the news but coming in paper The Paper

Talk talk talk, as the pigeon girls say SQUACK!

My articles, the Spring Time pollen particles pontificating so politely like a loving spoonful of pudding-pie all chocolatey with late periods for all the girls, bring a baby into your world Times tinkling with Twinky-Dink ducks playing basketball and I write for all, big and small, the short, the tall, favorite season of Fall I haven’t lately and go ahead and birth a baby, through Caesar salads with precision, the Gillette company is on a mission, their TV commercials, a Transmission, but not on a car I will go very far in my own life of so la-di-da-di party on the balcony with the ballet dancers and Natalie Portman holding the answers, so ding goes the doorbell of the B-ball I want them all, I want them all, the 40 of them beckoning for what but intercourse?  But of course!

These two images are of the Allah I have known and loved. Behold:

so buzz goes the bees but beware of the wasps, hornets, etc. The New Jersey Nets in the lower East side of our great nation, America first and Afghanistan is the worst! (edit: since writing this The Taliban has taken control lol)

Sit-up’s in the set-up so perform your Reps with high RPM’s I sound like I’m Eminem upon Enlightenment to put you in a trance, those ants in the pants, oh how silly with Willy and Wally doing some fishing on a lake, eating cake, particularly pleasant like a docile pheasant upon the pie I’ve never had a cherry while being so merry and Christmas upon us a favorite holiday eating perhaps Turkey and without Wild Gin coming from within this apparent attempt at never being a parent, my Justine, not to be seen, she was the Queen of her throne, on the John and reading my Qur’an so come on!

I’ve had enough of this ratchet and let’s “Bury the hatchet” in a Honda, do you want to ???

Daddy Wayne fishing on a lake, and did you hear about Haiti’s huge earthquake?

It’s in the news without me during a daylight snooze, being Nocturnal, God’s universe is eternal while waiting patiently be bereft of me placing bets and playing with Bitcoin stocks, I am the man at the keyboard you’re reading my words as money talks me sounding Coo-Coo says a monkey to a Monk, “oh this is funky!” so rip the spliff and take a whiff while I love Tiph and Po, don’t you know?  I’m not going anywhere but up and out of my mind wiping my behind, poo-poo is what I find on the toilet I said I’m bereft and barren like a lonely womb to the Tomb of a stone and a pizza taking take-out and Dad fishing for trout, bit a root, but at the Canal I see sex in front of me on a screen, so forward I lean, if you know what I mean, my shades closed and I will not be seen, shame on Charlie Sheen CNN on my screen, her legs, what’s in-between of the Queen JUSTINE!