of Bruce Fenton birthday gift, and I LOVE MY DAD "WAYNE MARQUIS"

Semantics of a bodily enzyme found in men in high concentrations, and some females, too, for muscle and necessary hormones, that I don’t take Andro pills called “prohormones” that made my skin really bad from DHEA sold at Walmart, Walgreens, GNC, The Vitamin shoppe and almost all supermarkets, I haven’t had a single pill of in about 2 years, and now that I’m so in shape, I don’t want any Andro or Clen or GH-products sold at stores in our country!

I pay taxes and if I’ve done anything wrong with my Bitcoins and/or TD Bank, I haven’t gotten my money yet, but I have “a million dollars” in my TD Bank, that I think I have many millions of dollars in TD Bank

Frisky and Whiskey whiskers with Winkers winking ;)

And me leaving voicemail for the Winklevoss twins in 2013 or 2014

Hedge Fund geniuses like Jenner Stagg Dan’s friend to no end, for the follicles felt fellatio in this Nation as a Taxpayer and willing to give the remnants of my forced funding to the US government, that I purposely donated money to, for the time being, and awake but I am not “Woke” or drinking sugary Coke The best Cola — but the zero frequency of on-screen business.facebook.com hoping for millions in revenue, that I involved my Aunt Donna Donohue! And her being my powerful Dad’s sister, she’s not up for the 6 hours, in total, capital cavalry car ride, amicably, her to see — hopefully soon, that Dogecoin to the Moon, and I’m asleep at noon, waking up at about 5 pee-emm, which is when, and only when, writing Dan an investment check, as then, and only then, I want to get so rich, my shattered hip in 7 pieces, as I pray for WORLD PEACE, when my country wouldn’t cease to be the world’s #1 power, all hours of the day, to Bruce Fenton (US SENATE I HOPE) when, then, I reiterate instead of any CREATING on my part, as I keep my bodily fluid most nights, on a hand towel, when I jerk a stiff lover with a whimsical kiss from the Moon, this after a whole shower—oh the hours of laptop trading time to accrue cash, hoping Justine Aragona to be my wife—my lass—with her proud of her FACE, and her online accounts, and me not so happy with the pudginess, hoping to pull the plug on her stopping with the carbs, like Arbs108, Arba Miha, now mature and imploring a hunk to place a slam dunk on the team—but her not known for years, I gave her a Valentine’s Day card with a poem and a Rose—like I bought my parents so many roses, that they would sniff with their noses—now who knows what they personally face, as I’ve been to the edge of space, then reaching beyond God’s great “Illusion” like a “Hologram” I reached beyond, singing a song, it took many hours of ersatz fucking—I’ve gone to town and taking my belt-size down by one notch, I have a totally clean crotch, not botched, and buff, well hung length and thick—my dick—to inseminate Justine Aragona on a pill that allowed me to practice a not-having Pregnancy, as it’s my children, I hope to never have any kids, I promise you, me not to be a “Daddy”—I’m TBI injured and the thoughts of having a baby or two, it’s all MOOT but only to the one picking an Insulin needle, me needing 1 needle every 2 weeks, in my bottom-cheeks, with smooches—I hate the mooches and the puppy poodles, making doodie in the living room, requiring something more than a Broom, and Ajax cleaner with Lysol VERY SOON! and Dogecoin to the moon as I’ve said, me talking to Elon Musk, instead... of my roommates at Geneva St. a conversation with Elon that was very long, then leaving him emails and voicemails, begging him for further contact, lenses, and he called me back, my heart is enlarged but I haven’t had a Heart attack or a dreadful and stress-induced, PANIC ATTACK! of your yesteryear, when the anxiety brought me fear, speaking to any audience—my heart beated pitter-patter in the situations when I would be TENSE! and my pills not coming at any expense, free health care for all, the ailments no matter how small--me not as tall, as I once was, bending down for hugs, me the over 6 foot tall, my legs grew not to be short and small, then taking wide strides, sure of my self, at the local Auburn Mall—shopping for new sneakers—my kicks—a small-town boy turned cash-cow, like the ones at Dresser Hill—their breath it smelled—and the MANURE — I want my car to be newer than what I had-  my 2013 Subaru held in iron-clad proclivity arising each bright and sunny morning, for-ing, for the Laurie Griffin I wish with her I could have been, so intimately kissing me on the cheek, just once or twice, that unfortunately it was not every single day of the week, with me so weak as to rely on the Brew — A.A. twice and it was done and through, with throughout space, I found my place, to be with God’s grand “Illusion” like a “Hologram” — like I said, it was grand, and once and again, I’ve bequeathed my friends, all except Dana Gardner, they’ve seen their Endings with me, treating me to treats of riding me to destinations, and free, to mess with me, I ignored and a new living space apartment I would Be... and AT the tit-for tat swingers bat with a direct slam, like God is so grand, that AND-  the whence up on a Time.com article, when in 2004, it was about “Parthenogenesis” and the many legitimate mating of HAVING A BABY WITHOUT A MAN’S SPERM—JUST LIKE JESUS—THAT THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY VIRGIN-BIRTHS, I’ve yet to die, and hurt, me in a hearse, dead, while reciting verse and receiving the iron-plate in my skull, they didn’t require, but pins and rods, A HOLE IN THE REAR OF MY SKULL, to harness skills of planning on sentences, pretty, whimsical, such frequent “frills” to the feel of my innermost feelings — missiles coast to coast, my USA country has the most weapons, that girls keep their intimates clean with tampons, pads or whistles, I feel my toothbrush bristles, all year long, here at “Averte” in Vermont and 3 hours away from home, that here instead, I’ve found my proverbial “Zone” with me not going to any “bars” instead seeing green profits, I propheted, profession, this my space to take place, the investing of as many as 50 million dollars, dogs wearing collars, some into Dogecoin as my Ripley dog Black Lab, a female with no balls—and I will never be neutered because I keep the come to myself at night with videos, somewhat explicit, the illicit tramps, I’m waiting on a blank envelope and STAMPS pennies a piece, girls occasionally get YEAST infection and needing a Gyno’s detection, with a vaginal inspector, device, playing GTA: Vice City, I urge the poop out, the shit of me, of mine, fine and not drinking wine... the past 3 years no beers, and NO QUEERS with my QueeR (QR codes) I’m lending a man about $30,000 to win the plan of not “Their Plan” seen here when they tainted my beer with Roofies howling above, like Mother Dove... the soap I switched to and Dr. Squatch, their soap see on on TV-  so clean all of my Body of Christ, I want to be, and free of Sin, that none within and absolutely zero mean talking to the people here, when I keep Erin near, but fat she is, I won’t kiss her—when instead I wish her weight loss, so incredibly Obese, when she said to me, “IT’S ONLY FUN FAT! AND I AM NOT OBESE” — with the singing and rapping of Eminem’s friend Obie Trice, trying and doing, the purchasing of his disks, him a Black... I urge the cops to “Stop and Frisk” with possible crack possession and containment, in a baggy, that your tits are saggy, disgusting to me, and washing dishes in my sink, this Sandy, cleaning my living space Apartment she her cleaning my shelves-  she comes in so handily provoking me to speak up such, my profits on Wall St. they are so much that I want to buy a new or slightly used Tesla... to drive to my appointments, and whence, it all becomes a sum of gold, my Dad holds, so holding on onto the helpful stairs-rails, that I haven’t fallen or tripped, like Biden, and Trump wouldn’t misstep:  I watch “Step Sister” and especially “Step Mom” as in the mommy blows best videos, you know-s, it’s hot seeing wimmin in their 30’s and 40’s taking huge units in their livelong- sing-song, girls wearing a thong, this textual marathon is so long, like a RACE with LANCE and LIVESTRONG, my bracelets on both wrists, that it’s been far too long, I’ve gone, without a kiss from a harmful lass, as the crowd screams “ASS-TO-ASS!”