MY ENEMIES CAUSED ME TO CRASH AT 64 MPH WHEN THEY ALL SCREAMED AT ME, "KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE INNOCENT OR WE WILL HAVE YOU RAPED BY BUBBA IN JAIL!"

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Sober 2016! And plus, no THC!

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2022/02/06/i-like-older-women-too-but-not-by-much-just-only-a-couple-years-maybe-and-soon-will-be-my-40th-birthday-march-20th/

Wrinkled winking at the Winklevoss twins- and investing in “crypto-currencies” www.jeffreymarquis.com

Dan’s the Man! And making me millions of dolla-dolla billz y’all. Around the sound of you saying to me, “Trust Me, your Trust Fund is safe, only you and I can do things with your bank in France, a la Paris of the extreme “Hilton” Notoriety for Nobody’s business of why I play with cold hard $$,$$$,$$$ CASH in the waddle-doo it’s who buy YOU,  my readers getting ready and prepared for foreplay that leaves me drained with some smirking fools who are tools, leaking greasy smegma, but only for the time being with the “Refractory Period” in-between do you know what I mean when I am to be seen with both eyes perked curvially on the double double vision vision surgey. surgery. Making me hungry with kisses for the beautiful girls of my world yet years ago at home with my parents, now paying billz out of my Trust Fund to prescribe a populous planned planet of BIG MAMA EARTH, eating meals prepared here by Irene with veggie Medley with a Melody of the D melons making my mouth water and free of seeds in the water-filled melons — the WAIT! -her melons needing to be sliced open, and THRICE with STEAMED RICE, water dripping from melting ice on the ledges, my ledger, my leisure, of Bitcoins and communication in 2005 with the Winklevoss twins, and Mark Zuck under the covers, and legit undercover operative operations on THEFACEBOOK.COM that is gone, now called “Meta” damsically drifting when driving a Dodge HEMI-engine, and then-  then when the Summer Sun controls the orbit of planets in our @-MOST-SPHERE, on a spree being free of Corona and all viruses, systematically executing commands of Norton360 to block the no-gooder’s from invading my Mac — getting tired of the hack attack when I can’t use my VPN for any leisure loo’ing the looters downloading files of a penetration nature, like sticking a Mont Blanc pen into the inkwell so deep, so well, my writing in a Rolz-Royce rolling rims on wheels, this while I Catch Feels with Katie Perry who takes over the night sky like a “Firework” come and let your colors burst while I sip a gentle SUNKIST beverage, kissing the sweet savory flavor off the ‘cuff-  me being tough on the grid from within, my next of Kin, maybe my parents and brother and Justine Aragona who is away but a bought her roses and a Promise Bracelet she kept before we parted ways, a ways, and away-messages sent by lonely sailors of the AIM that’s passed unto the really wide world of American History I, which I had to Withdraw from in 2008, I think, when I lived next to the Woo — that Whoopie Goldberg said something offensive, when others didn’t see her “View” that she’s no longer a cast member with a fishing rod and a Hot-Rod 1969 Camaro with “Cams” and “Rods and Pinz” Felicia lethal knocking on my door when they never tell me to stay up, the medecines make me sleepy zzZ what’s up with that, the Rat editing my posts, the rat eating cheese in the mouse-trap that work on Tat’s from the barber shop, too, with chunks, literal ‘chunks’ of pizza being like string-cheese bitty Philly Cheese-Steak, when I get enough Calcium for healthy bones, and plus then, I also take a pill for ED from my doctor I don’t actually like really NEED BUT  it keeps me thin and slim and trim without going to a gym, I walk onto Park Place and buy it, not to mention going without fail to buy Boardwalk (with my cane) property that I give props to my Pops I know him as “Great Wayne” who is “Blessed” with my white “BLESSED” given out bracelets of rubber around the wrists without Leukemia Lyrics in the “Special Care” Microsoft Office with the “vice-city” Vice-Prez on the scene of working every day and night with the mentally retarded people who need that “Special “K” air” of smoke infested fumes that are fun to cough your lungs out an pound a bottle of Robotussin that’s a “Robo-Trip” before I broke my left hip, and into 7 pieces, it went, having spent all my cash in an amphigory wallet of 2004 many years prior to my “Bitcoin Wallet” saved on a USB hard-drive and laptop in CT, where I don’t want to be as I like my spacious place of the upstairs in my apartment where I meant to entrust Daniel Michael Besse my ASSETS OF A DIAMOND RING FOR JUSTINE ARAGONA!

We bought her a ring for us to get married and Dan knows the great lengths his Office Assistant went to fulfilling my requests of my 2013 or 2014 spending spree where I was in-between a rock and a hard place playing with investments having known the Facebook staff in 2004/2005 when I not only “remained alive” but “TBI Recovery”-  it had the most friVOlous lust of the Ten Commandments not to ever drink alcohol again (SOBER 2016) and not a MEAN drunk if you get my jib off the rimshot of a farmer’s tractor backlogged into a coffin outside ‘da’ Barn of HAY, and what is this urge to poke your sticky stir-fry in a dish with Trish — Trish The Dish — clean in the sink where the disposal was sterilized for Covid-19 in SOBER 2016 with my shorter left leg needing a Heel Lift at the Thrift Store FOR THE POOR AND NEEDY as nothing happens to drivers who are aware of “Hydro-Plane-ing” with “Hypersonics” above the dove on a March 20th morning, I don’t need the porn-thing, I threw those DVD’s away, in the woods, teenagers wearing HOOD-ies on the back of a car to take me there, away very far, a walk home from a bar on the Summer Sun’s Quick-Sand, a beach to eat a Peach with a Bitch who’s got an ITCH in a “Trans” individual on a train that needs refrain, “Don’t talk people up on the Subway” by the way, to eat an Italian B.M.T. “Sub” along the way alone and swallowing a Suboxone of the pitiful needle-poker Pioneer’s popping pills and pustules of pimple-zit vanilla ice-cream, the way you dream, by the way, I have a lot to say... so read on with the dilly-dally days of old are sold to the customers at a Shoppe for Vitamins, where I have been in 2001-2004 when I now want more enjoyment of being without employment on the dinner table, taking cash from Uncle Sam I am and my enemies had “Their Plan”:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/

Pleasant Dreams seeking my Queen Danita, thanks Dan B. for having seen and been awake that special night and the two of us, “Big Cuz” went big with Bitcoin and phonecalls abroad, all over the globe of Amino-globulins with Depakote Pesticide getting my 5 mental-hospital visits ALIVE:

https://alwayschillen.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/feed-me-your-jessica-and-carina-1.pdf

Rolling Stones tossed at a bee hive,

“Start Me Up”

Justine was alive and she was my mate, that drinking then I came too take late night talk shows and Sponge-Bob Square Pants goes off the air on terrific anti-Pajama rants, I keep my underwear on in bed, when they wake me up in the morning and afternoon, feeding me with a spoon, to give me my Medi-SEENS to the sirens emitted by a bumbling bum, when I have not-any-fun with the females at “Averte” when they don’t hurt me, with KN95 masks milking calves, the meadow is dreary, and they give me a Haloperidol shot every 3 weeks, I say “DON’T COME NEAR ME!” I resist the temptation to see what life is like without an anti-psychotic, I’m frantic, frankly, with Frankie Bones:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdg4AtyXx2s

So please do me a favor, Lil’ Miss to the beat of the drum, a clean bum on a bee, with a little wee-wee for me, jubilantly bouncing the single-gallon jugs of Spring Water for the restaurant waiter, clean with a speech impediment, this nice young gentleman, with a dark summer tan, and using his hand, to write down the orders of seafood, the hostess at the front desk is dressed so protectively pleasant with a Turtleneck showing absolutely zero cleaveage in her 20’s or 30’s to do me, whimsically, off to the Field&Streams to make love in a meadow meandering malevolently with a purpose for a Porsche 911 but don’t call the cops, as the female driver speeds away, eluding the Watchers of Red Lights, sipping Miller Lights old school goodness of the battery bar-liquid giving Betty Crocker a cross of the Subaru Cross-trek I wanted, then, and when, I like then, now, I don’t have a car, I don’t go very far, from my Apple laptops being the Crusty Crux of “Elissa Victoria” who often says, “That’s so ‘crusty’” I have a crush, look her up, she’s a millionaire, debonaire, with Mother Deb who I was the Creation with my Dad’s sperm-cells to her “eggs” and not “scrambled” by a doctor or an RU-486 pill, I shouldn’t be writing about the Hex of Sex with Dijon-aisse sold at the super market of chickens literally scrambling with the “Asian” Ling-Ling who really knows how to sing, the praises of my parents for raising me right, me so fragile, having ridden a stallion with a saddle, so addle, in love again, like me looking Forward to the email addresses of writers in the English language I don’t speak French!

My communication with a bank in France in 2013 or 2014 when I made an account, maybe visiting Alx Neas in her pimp-daddy’s lair I pulled her hearing sounds of the Lair of her hair shaven in the shower, and her last night there we were together all night long amassing a great number of hours with sour kisses on the brow, to her I bowed, with my own, my stick-shift wearing a sweaty t-shirt, the hours seemed like minutes, I love you, I said in silence to the non-stop actions advancing with my Lance Armstrong bracelet dancing on my wrist, hurdling a stream of piss, yellow liquid, ink from a Squid, and Ecco: The Dolphin within what Jesus Christ thought of Jacob’s whim to trust China — no way, not nowadays, — I voted for Biden! When I was feeling The Nation of Separated Schools of thought... Segregation of my Stationery atop an imagined desk at my coffee-table, that is near and I fear they put drug-chemicals in the Cup ‘o’ Joe, by the Dispenser, in Spencer I went to Kindergarten at Lake Street School where my dear and loving mother was a 3rd grade teacher, I’d like my fans to meet her, see her, be with her, as she is happy with me at this current money Moment when the trajectory of a Stream of Club Soda is so ZERO-CARB and Fit like me, small stomachs on these girls with Glutes spraying mist along the garden-hose of all’a my Bro’s relaxing in the ZERO-CRIB for me never planning on having a baby!

Brother Justin Timberlake, by the shore she says sure with a Shure Super-Sonic The Hedgehog with a financial fund to propel my investments in maybe Tesla stocks for less than $100 Dollars on the orchestrator’s collar around the dog’s neck is what’s next to take a poodle to poo, a way of saying as a family pet a paid purchase at the breeder’s here’s a dog and be sure to feed her Kibbles-and-Bitz with Tiph’s Pinz with spinning wheels on the Sim’s Health Club where I worked my legs and pecks, like not at a keyboard with relentless visitors viewing my virtual “Domains” w-w-w dot brainline dot org a Nismo shift knob of “Elissa Victoria” I’m the reason why she vlogs so much with MUCHO LOVE FOR LAURIE!

Who follows me?

Add me as a friend on whatever social media because I watched “The Social Network” in the theater TWICE, and then I bought the Blu-Ray now listening to this song from the movie, I saw it 2x on the big screen, it had to be seen, by me, free as I do these business moves with movies and the on-screen characters I want them to be, dreaming dilly and a dally with the woman who cleans my apartment, named Sandy, she’s polite- and works during the day and not at night, when the Sun provides Light within sight, peeking through Peeps online, watching Elissa Victoria ever since I bought her a gift in 2005, she loves sports cars as much as I do

I go Low-Carb

I don’t drink any alcohol, in many years!

I don’t take A.D.D. medicines!

I only take CBD pills from the store the “Averte” employees buy me!

I like tobacco but I haven’t had a cigarette in years!

And I miss Justine Aragona who has a TBI a little worse than mine, us TBI “survivors”!

Wedding tackle!