Thursday, October 7, 2021

Brain Injury Association of America - BIAA - nice people I've met with TBI's, like my Justine Aragona has one worse than my own TBI from 2004!

I squack and I swung a Homie being handsome not “homely” in the least, lay a feast of activities to bribe the bridesmaid at a Lucky Day Parade, continuing down the 5th (avenue) I’ll plead, when a girl has my “seed” inserted to a baby-spot, is it true? OR NOT ????? I don’t know the Dodge Ram on “shorn” road near me, not near Sak’s 5th Avenue, with a Hefty bag in the trash, lining it without whining when you have to toss ‘em in the dumpster out back, I’m anxiety-free and not having a “panic attack” like year 2001 when I found Klonopin and it made my own Planet spin, to rotate, with Brotha Nate and Tiph Desrosiers, they’re the losers UNLESS THEY READ MY WORKS! I cannot tell you how important Tiffany Desrosiers is to my life because she’s the last girl I loved before I got my TBI, and seeing her that morning, that day, in 2004, it made me say, “Hey!”


Needless wants and Tiphle thoughts of making dazzling and daring sex all night — but not in public, that’s stupid

Pornhub in the minds of their insane brains, and because I have a TBI, let me just say, Pornhub is the only adult-website I visit!!!

“Here I come to save the day!”



Eat your Wheaties, also known as Weedies, chew the seeds of the pot plant and put on a pair of bearskin hemp pants, stomp on ants in the house, and set mouse traps in the cellar, as I take a Caller to put on the air, in here, the boardroom beer-bar Playboy Mansion in-store sales at Sales the store, the more the sales the more the SCORE!


I stuck it right in the V entrance of undefeated underwear victory of sorcery by the Witchardry of her Majesty


Search “Justin Marquis” on Etsy.com, and buy my Bro’s artwork with many paintings and other artistries of our fantasies!

Marquis, Deborah, my Mom I love her,. I love Justine and my Mom, almost as much and just as a touch, to your heart, I hope we never Depart! with Miley Cyrus!

Mom I write so flagrantly, terrifically, wonderfully, honesty, autobiographically and brilliantly — don’t you see?


I’m with a special brain, a TBI, that needs no refrain.


You’re perfectly, sweet fully, plain, with autobiographical “Zane” as in zany-ness zane-fully as sweet as a bee without the Stinger, and I am not yet a “Bread Winner” like Dad — the greatest of all Wayne’s he is also free of “Zane.”


Dad is sorta plain too, like you, Mommy boo!


Keep up being a good housewife with my saying please, laundry and dishes while Dad catches fishes for you two to morsel on, night after night, you two never fight, and I am so glad, you met Dad — a keeper, like you Mommy, who, you too are a fine catch like the Mermaid in Splash!


Worth a lot of cash, I will need more money soon, in my sink, there lays a spoon, and I want a sweetie to swoon, like Ember, I want her every morning of December, to bring my thrills as I forgo the many “Pillz” ((( yeah Mom did you know I haven’t taken a med in a week??? OH THAT WOULD BE WEAK!!!


Please oh Mom I tease!

Fun jokes for all, written on my Facebook wall


Easy does it with the posting, and creating Mannie a profile I was “ghosting”


Her.


But not here, and have no fear, I am not to be with her any time near!


I had dreams of Samantha “Manny” now “Mannie” Rotella-D’Amico, but those days are going going gone, as I sing a song


“Mannie my sweetie, you must never beat me!”


Mannie on the recall, in Tampa, Florida you are near to Danita, big sis, so please give her a phonecall, for all is well, and Florida must be hot as hell,

But I hope you are well well well, Debbie Z. looked so thin and wonderfully!


I’m not crazy and I make sense out of nonsense, these words in my head, they will produce tasty “Bread” when all has been said. Thank you for keeping me free, you do it so wondrously!

I write on my www.jeffreymarquis.com too!

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