Jeffrey Marquis the one of French Royalty!

So sweet our love for each other the Marquis greatness shining bright like a luminary Southern Sun of eating buttery baked buns on the beach in a tropical climate: Topic, Global Warming - that Dad says isn’t a big deal, my dear Daddy, remaining resolute that the water level is many years off from reaching its peak, birds swimming in the water looking for a big dish of fish, and then flying in the https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE sky, so high, that the CBD doesn’t “lift” me, which is similar to how I don’t have any weights of iron here to pump up my biceps, being unequal from when I wanted a bigger right arm made possible by protein-peptides like IGF-1 LR3 sold online in many online carts, and my Cookies kitty will occasionally let out a faint fart, eating snookie treats that’s all she eats, that I want a female cat, hence “Cookies” but not “Nookie” for that is for my only crush here at “Averte” — it’s Ember I want to marry Justine Aragona for my birthday in March, but if she’s gone I want to marry Ember in December on Christmas the 25th of the month, and how many years and months have I been here in Vermont, but that my real “HOME” with my “Health Proxy” Mom and Dad, is located at the distant topography of near and far “Massholes” on the Pike and 128 and 495, I took 495 often when I would jive in my sporty AWD Turbo Japanese vehicle, I miss so much, now planning on importing my riches from my Bank in France, paying the required taxes to have Domestic access to my riches!

All because I was so injured and damaged and sad when I would cry at my computer being hacked by my enemies, and I Googled: “cry” and that’s how I learned so much about “crypto-currencies” that weren’t in circulation yet, but in 2013 or 2014 many of the small stocks listed here ((( https://www.cnbc.com/cryptocurrency ))) were so cheap!

I could have owned coindesk.com, but I believe I’ve only invested some money in order to profit!

I thank Dan Besse my unofficial stockbroker cousin, but he showed me so much intense pain when he turned off all the lights, had a somewhat hidden lightswitch in his guest room where I slept until I felt such a strong painful sensation in my bladder and I had to get to the bathroom really quick!

Dan locked the door and there were tons of boxes and bags down the hallway so I couldn’t get to Dan’s other door to the bathroom!

It’s the worst pain I ever remember or recall, worse than when I pissed my Dockers in Health I with Mrs. Waskevich at WSU when I had to do a presentation and no matter what she wouldn’t let me use the bathroom!

I remember all those joyous girls smiling so wide, grinning while grilling me with their beautiful eyes WIDE OPEN

They were so Heavenly “enthused” but they didn’t laugh even a bit — no they were in disbelief

Mrs. Waskevich should have let me use the Men’s Room!

I called Dad. I said I pissed my pants in front of the whole class. He said he’d either drive me home or had a pair of pants my size at his huge plastics and polymers business that has made him worth many millions of dollars! He had pants that fit me.

I’m most proud of my Dad for being a Bassmaster — that I Googled: Wayne Marquis earlier and he’s on a Bassmaster website — actually it was something I posted on Facebook many, many years ago, like I signed up for Mark Zuckerberg’s Facebook in 2006 with my worcester.edu email through the University I received some good grades at, so I saw the decade old link to Dad on Bassmaster and it reported his earnings through his professional bass fishing, he now has a $40,000 Ranger Bass Boat!

Religion.

Dance in space with Allah and me,

You dreamed a God up,

And called it “Christianity”

I was good friends with the very, very wealthy Brandon Hom -- https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/legacy/obituary.aspx?n=brandon-m-hom&pid=3335128&fhid=3085 -- who sat at my lunchtable at Saint John's that he was kicked out of our school and not graduating from our Christian High School, for doing so many bad drugs and driving only new sportscars, but I lost track of him on purpose because with his opiate abuse he was going nowhere, and he overdosed on heroin REST IN PEACE DAVID PERRON! -- Should I donate to Addiction Recovery ??? ((( I'm not addicted to anything but the meds they give me for my TBI and I feel no pain, but I realize that David worked a difficult job and faking sobriety, driving me around on an opiate and getting a beer at the restaurant, I refused to pay for his beer, so he paid for it himself a 16oz of I forget what beer, but since quitting drinking in 2016, oh boy did years before enjoy the thickness of Guinness once I stopped buying "nips" I'd sneak into our home to drink them at night, that you and Dad put an end to, checking my pockets, and I'm sorry I stole a bottle of Bailey's mudslide when I was a student, but I only blame George Gleick for my previous drinking, and the pain from my shattered left hip in 7 pieces from my wrxtbi.com that I run four other blogs, that hopefully won't be switched, I HATE GOOGLE FOR SWITCHING MY AMOUNT OF CHURCH PAMPHLETS I'D COLLECT WHEN I WENT TO THE CHARLTON FEDERATED CHURCH WITH JIM CHASE ON HIS PROFILE, who has defriended me on Facebook because I know about "Parthenogenesis" that there have been so many "Virgin Births" before and after Jesus Christ, who I didn't allow him to suffer for me, even when you took me off painkillers in the ICU... because Jesus Christ was innocent and a product of "Parthenogenesis" when a woman becomes pregnant without a man's sperm -- that's kept secret by people who urge believing in Jesus Christ, the world's biggest religion, that Islam is the second largest religion in the world, and many Saint John's graduates in my Class of 2000 are Islamic now, that they recommended in some Masses at my Catholic High School I got 1080 SAT's at and was accepted to Northeastern University in Boston on Huntington Ave. where I had severe Panic Attacks and had to come home to our small town of Charlton, MA that I felt comfortable there as apposed to the big city where I didn't have a car, but after I left Northeastern University, I took support-group classes to combat Social Anxiety which went well, and I got my first ever speeding ticket in 2001 going 84 on The Mass Pike, that I had the fine reduced!

I collected 66 Sunday Service pamphlets, after attending service every Sunday morning, I stopped saving them because my home is 66 Lincoln Point Road until a few years ago, and once with Justine Aragona my most recent lover of 2.5 years, I leaned into her ear while sitting in the pews and me saying, "We're gonna get married here!" She breathed in so deeply with our love, staring at the alter, and then we kissed! But it's too bad I drank in 2013 at her house when I didn't throw up but her parents or ever give her my low-carb beer -- I weigh 160 lbs. when I once weighed in at 235 lbs. when I drank, but thanks to me and my low-carb eating, I took off 30 lbs. in one month, with minimal exercise. I would drive my Subaru Legacy to The Sole Proprietoy and drink delicious waters with lemons and limes, out of glasses, like I think some jerk here switched my double vision glasses so I want new lenses, because people want me to be more Disabled than I already am -- WHILE BEING A TALENTED AUTHOR!

No one writes as great as I do!

Dave shouldn't have inseminated the two girlfriends he didn't marry either of them even though they had children together.

I remember Dad gave him money while he was alive, to pay Child Support while he didn't have his license from a DUI, that I can't believe he drank a beer and was high on an opiate when he drove me around AND I PAID FOR HIS ENTREE, BUT NOT HIS BEER!

"Stay with me as we cross the empty skies."

Bitcoin is expected to reach $100,000 at the year's end, according to experts' forecasts, which I have 1 of or many, many of them! www.bitcoin.com www.bitcoinmagazine.com https://www.cnbc.com/cryptocurrency/

 I want to survive

I want to stay alive

I want to Thrive

But not here at “Averte” with these crooked crooks planning things for me while I’m reading my many Amazon books, but nothing graphic or with horror, alcohol is a distorter that I stay far away from, after hitting a deep bottom, I am here to Blossom like a Cannabis bud’s Bosoms, and of Justine, she tried to be a D-cup and I told her it wasn’t working, she was often twerking, her booty, not working a job, just going to Center of Hope where I didn’t go, nope, never, I was onto greater endeavors, like becoming a poet oh you know it reading my words of whimsical wonder, I wonder how my damaged brain is working, but typing so fast my data-entry job in the President’s office, my Dad, pecking at the keys and begging on my knees, “Dad buy me a new Subaru XV Crosstrek” but that I want one of those no longer, I’m rarely somber (but Sober...) so I now want a new Subaru Outback XT “Limited” having once bought beer and scratch-tickets at Ted’s in town at home  but not here this Bradford, this town, it’s not too often that I frown, with mostly good food here, the Colatina is near, I enjoy munching on the entrees, without “The Munchies” as my MMJ days are on pause for now, I want to see my Justine Aragona in a white wedding gown, but if she’s somewhat heavier I’ll get her short body “Fit” with a womanly physique every day of the week, that I am strong and this textual eloquence will go on and on and on, tapping my clean fingers with my nails always trimmed, I remember Alx Neas the last girl I made love to, and I got Rimmed to smithereens the door was closed all night and our unison was not seen, like her breasts she showed me in 5 minutes of meeting her, pulling up her shirt, not wearing a bra, the fact that she liked me from the beginning, our friendship of 6 months to a year (LOCKED UP!) but with her I was/am winning!

Notes coming out of a Trumpet and not Trump, the resounding sound of a gentle BLOW that I’m sure Steve Jobbs would hear the world’s finest musicians

Becrowned like King Wayne the bass fisherman to the sound of the powerful motor a 2-stroke with hundreds of AYCHE-PEE’S as the sound resounds through the luxury carpeted interior with 2 tall up seats in the front&back that allow Dad and Randy to appear taller while taking deep breaths of the freshwater, and talking about nature and their all-natty wives, Sweet Debbie and Buckwild Becky lol jk Philips and their 2 boys Austin and Trevor who love their parents so dearly, I could tell you my Dear with a John Deere trucker hat put on backwards, like in the Hood

Some people wear hoodies in the winter

They take my clothes here, like the one Justin bought me showing money and reading, “Stack & Brag” that they took!

Not note-tunes in NotePad but really real harping coming from the harpist, pleasing the ears of the Experience at the opera, and thanks for taking me to that upper-class concert in Boston with Justin, and plus thank you for getting my best lover ever, Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona, tickets to my favorite band: Taking Back Sunday — I have seen so many great concerts like U2 with my stockbroker who I should call about my “crypto-currencies” investment that my 1 Bitcoin is now at $50,000 being predicted to reach $100,000

www.bitcoin.com

I knew something big would fallow the restriction of BitTorrent and it was BITcoin, like Ripley never bit me hard on my wrists when we would play rough, but not too rough!

Now about the Path it is a straight line as accurate as an advanced laser, like I remember playing “Laser Tag” with Jared Donisvitch, my old best friend and may Ray Rest In Peace!

As well as David Perron, who I looked up Brandon Hom who died from heroin, like Dave’s withdrawal he killed himself!

But speaking of opiates, I’ve never done OxyContin or Percocet or heroin or Fentanyl

Look up "Parthenogenesis" online and on Wikipedia that I learned about through Time.com about a "Virgin Birth" -- THAT MANY, MANY, MANY VIRGINS HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO UNSPECIAL BABIES -- I don't believe that "Jesus is The Son of God"!

Static so soft with the attributed Aristocrats using the clothes washing machine, the bleach to be see BUT NEVER IMBIBED or imbibing the bribed Bride, marry me Justine Aragona with Peter Pan Pajamas and Tinkerbell was a fairly pretty fairy, with low body fat and with wings but not like on Lockheed Martins Marquis, Jeffrey the man of the hour with all of the power, coming at you late night and being somewhat nocturnal in an effort to avoid the staff and patients here in this bullshit-home for mentally retarded with low abilities, but not legitimate “Mental Retardation” like the one guy I saw at an “Averte” which is where I’ve lived for 2 or 3 years now with no car (!!!), he was a legitimate retard that I hated how he was part of this “SET-UP” in Bradford, Vermont which is 3 hours away from my “Health Proxy” parents (!!!) who control me and my medicines and my mental state and the food here with the nurses being told how to act around me and even lines of speech they memorize to say around me!

I don’t talk to the people with problems here,

I only associate with the staff, who some of them are evil and they do bad things to me causing a little anger, but being completely nonviolent I pretend not to be very upset with this “SET-UP” from when all of these acquaintances of mine tried to kill me in 2004 on November 2, voting day, when some jerk criminal VOTED IN MY NAME IN MY HOMETOWN OF CHARLTON, MA WHERE I’VE COLLECTED 60+ CHRISTIAN SUNDAY SERVICE PAMPHLETS FROM MY GREAT CHURCH IN MASSACHUSETTS!

My Minister had someone at Facebook change my post ON THE FRONT OF HIS PROFILE from “60+” to his bullshit “50+” Sunday Service pamphlets!

Why would my Minister who I’ve gone out to lunch with about A DOZEN TIMES do that to me ?????

And someone stole my white “Jesus is my Homie” t-shirt like THEY STEAL SO MUCH FROM ME WHEN THEY ENTER MY UPSTAIRS WHILE I’M ASLEEP DOWNSTAIRS IN MY BED!