Russia has a holiday on May 9th, and people are concerned, and I'm convinced they have a powerful military.

Make me feel great while I eat the frosted cake of a flake, wake-and-bake to lastly get off with my big rooster and rip up the block, deciphering a tick-tock clock on the wall for us all to verify the accuracy of when the Russians will be attacking me, hopefully with staying alive, to thrive, and reading about Bitcoin to the end, coming when?

As I dance with Lance on his bike, I take a Hike with Mister Livestrong, who goes on and on and on, peddling his warez to anyone who cares, to drain the EPO and Test with an amped up chest of big boobs and Belly Dancing

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2022/04/24/the-bollywood-belly-dancer/

Alacratic theatrics with more than enough oomph to make you poo-p, so ease it out baby little trout, about the clout and vigor to pull the not a trigger to become much BIGGER than the li’l guppy puppy of my dreams long limbs the legs strident like stick of Trident, damaged from Duddie cars, and Aunt Donna’s new vehicle never gets too muddy lol keep it clean to see the sun, the sum of it, to take a tit and mammoth breadth with a slim waist and sugar’s taste, to pop a zit, I fail to quit- speaking my mind:  I like Ember’s behind, her a mother to my dismay and keep it professional, but with words I play, hush a kiss on the lips as I broke my left hip(s-icle) so whimsical with wondrous words, sounding not-right and even absurd, the words of my Investments, meaning much to me, with over a million dollars in TD (a bank) that my great Dad, and my sweet Queen Mom, I sing thee a song, buying women Viccy’s gift-card thongs (long ago)

Getting along to the interesting Bit of coins that Dan THANKS, I have TD Banks with $10,000 each in local states when I hope to be with my mate who, I hope to be with her in marriage, no babies, no offspring or girls of age less than 30!

And sing the sing-song, song of Tommy Chong eating at a PF Chang’s to rearrange his wallet when he’s waiting for his Grande Burrito to do to do to do, to arrive as I THRIVE with writing wondrous wonders of what I do well, having dealt with Hell for hours in 2005 at Geneva St. when Christ was the cure, and a Bible, I have two on my table, reading a Fable of, really, I think Jim Chase suffers for his whole Ministry of the winner “me” the won who thinks of putting his large dick in Justine’s bum and with nothing entering my anus, Champ, the one to dig dick-play in Tantric delights when I felt so much might to reach beyond God, the King, just Justine’s voice to sing, Selena (RIP) and Señorita Ashley Hannah (RIP) in my class with her Brown eyes, she wrote about and I saved the paper, like I tried to save her, and I did save her profile, all the while, before she killed herself and 2 or 3 people, drunk behind the wheel, feeling a feel of dismal fight having been dumped immediately before going backwards on the highway, on now May 6th

Do you get deja vu when I get to you, get you backside with wide strides walking upright-  al night at the dance of a motion with Love Potion from waving to pretty faces with a day at the beach, and half-nude with bodybuilder “attitude” being rude and resentful of the jerks who sent ya, me, 3 hours away from my real “Home” in Charlton, MA with my “Health Proxy” Mom and Dad, with no car BUT I’M A MILLIONAIRE!