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Coming correct and set with sladsvinski on my laptop’s TV, the videos I see usually at night-ly soft sounds with a bare fisted arm-wrestling competition to fight attrition as per my suggestion to be up and higher at them, the legs both shrunken because of the Nurse at Fallon Health Care Planned Parenthood with what’s good giving out excempt be here and be Near the coming catastrophe of American minorities committing crimes of looting those thefts with pocket-stored items behind the Register, no- Hit and Git the shelves of one’s self to loot with dark robbers-  their hobbies, dealing drugs, the thugs trying to pay Da Bills and putting supper on an able table of talking points to guns and robbers eating Lobsters fresh from the sea-floor for more claw-some wholesome goodness with dipping bitter butter Betty Crocker also having the Lobster 2.25 lbs. or 3 lbs. boiled, the ink of a squid is spoiled with spoons of a buttercup bright Moon to be taken away with blinding bright light come Sunrise when we have a surprise festivity of Fasting at-speed and drinking Diet Soda, he’ll show ya, the You in U-Turned YouTube to cancel a paid subscription into submissional super-Marine’s standing up straight with NoKo they hate, that bloated Kim bombing an encampment to total dissidences with SIDS demolished.

Shoe-shine Polish to grace the Polack gent with endeared consent to a consequence of consensus marriage with the partners cheating after dinner-time they’re prying for a wake-eye CAUGHT YOU SWEETIE BOO! With a thong in her pocket look like Hook Line and Rocket in the poked pocket Socket of a needle-nose straw, “No I’m not cheating, me saying naw right now what am I a cash cow with Bitcoins and Tesla stocks, I get off of the boulders over the shoulders holding bosoms the side of the bed I’m reading a Digestive Issues article from the Morgue!”

To drain the dietary system, before she kissed him, when he didn’t kiss a lot, withdrawing his tongue, poking her belly-button with his erect Thumb with a nail to sing an Ail of Aim your sight at the light of the son, the Chosen 1, costing a ton for a DHEA-based prohormone, his worth is spun on an anabolic chemical made for the Medical AIDS patient so thin, and caving from within, the guts leaking blood and Tough Mudder a challenge of the Ferrari 360 Modena, one for me and one for Dan, he likes the song made by Eminem his “Stan” about a fan who wrote Em letters, then feeling some better to have spit jotted notes on paper, he was the Author and The Maker of a mark in pill-split lasers little red dot at the movies last decade on the Esplanade with a Ford Excursion to excuse myself with a turning stomach so then taking a Tums for bolstered bloating relief, a paragraph I bequeath, to be upon thee, with 3 paragraphs to be seen and be read, instead, than baking a loaf at breeding grounds in bedrooms afar wanting to make the rooms bigger, itchy trigger Finger port 79 like Kitcoman79 IM’ed me when random.org resulted with 79 beforehand of Their “Plan” (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) to interrupt my courtesy of Voting in Leicester when the world was ending BUT I SAVED IT when I fell down on the ground, so down and drinking the Muddy Waters of Guinness the only drink that tastes good to me, along with Diet Soda and 1% chocolate milk, I don’t wear any Silk of suede shoes for one’s 2 feet, I meat the banquet when I’ve had it and I quit, by throwing a Honda Civic EX with “VTEC” at Duddie’s they sold a damaged SMASHED car-vehicle to me, before 2003 when I shopped at Subaru from Long’s in Dudley Mass. near Price Chopper let’s get to de Chopper motorcycle at the wash-rinse and repeat to complete one’s clean wardrobe that the War Room a la the US Gov. I’ve had enough of the ground up squiggly bits of my many Investments in Bitcoins and “Tokens” galore that hopefully Russia will relinquish its Sovereign grip on the West where MY USA COUNTRY IN THE COUNTY OF VERMONT is in a Comic Sans Font, and so Fancy I feel a tickle on the jarred pickle pecking keys with D’s on the Huckleberry Finn Essay Tests to tease the testes salty to be tasted with not a single drop (or hair) wasted, to be complacent in society at large with Marge and Philip Stoddard, my lawyer with my Record fully clean to shower-up after gym class at an all-boys high school, I have an established residence with a white picked shitty fence, to herd together the herd I sounded, balcony-jumping blasphemy with these people who do things to me, like taking my Uggs and when I give my Mom and Dad big hugs, it’s them two who I LOVE MY PARENTS SITTING UP STRAIGHT AND EATING OFF OF A CERAMIC BRAKES ON PORSCHE’S shoveling snow off front steps to clear the left and the right at the tippity-top height of blizzards with snow’s “Informer” boom boom now with a moo’ing noise from the boys out back in Idaho the boys be, they’re taking a bracelet of a victim’s Jewelry to be to the tune of an XM radio saying the playing outlandish squiggles of T.’s pickles in a jar, holding it far, and opening the seal, to take the wheel and take a seat because cracking into a cold pickle causes a snap and a crunching noise of ivory chompers, the co-op at QCC went well, fingers typing MSDS sheets every day of the week... when the light gets to Beverly Cleary I’m sounding mannerisms to the folks at Sim’s Health Club Gym’s with vims of vivacious volume when the drowning, droning sounds of Hits 1! on channel 2, first one up for you who knows who got the number 1 spot, the plot to start a subscriptionary diction at the two Derek’s and one’s a cop, sit-in driving a car but not far, me THREE HOURS AWAY FROM MY HOME, of sipping alcohol until 2016 when I found that the sloshy liquids make me mean, so sad, so bad- to be a mean of sets of intrinsically intergers Integra’s Type-R handling, a pan to handle “jmarquis710” and I want to start again with my previous friends and their main interest in making ends meet, to greet on any paved city-street in the Metropolis homes of shitty dwellers with kettle-bells at Sims (I never used, I pump iron barbells for biceps and big enlarged arms that a nurse shrunk, but not my nimble Thimble south-side penile symbol with a circle and an arrow, not the girl with the mirror, to see her, them symbols symballic and awaiting the bee’s knees oh please and beg to hump a girls eggs with baby-batter to get’atter but only After the afterburner burns out with a sandwich of Trout out ’n’ about the winning instead of sinning, but I need to be turned-on with a Lacey Chabert thong in “Mean Girls” with that knowhow classy baby Lindsay Lohan getting a bulb’s tanning tan on the beach in the sand, when I’ve never owned Real Estate, but I have real estates in the E-states of the East coast cleared without a single “I’m playing for keeps with my WRITING AUTHORSHIP ON THE EGG of a broken shell from a fall season off the upper-shelf, with me myself, keeping kept Sean Kemp from the Hemp of bostonhempire dot-com when my CBD donations are going strong, without Delta’s or THC-O I know I can’t have the psychedelic treats in recent months and weeks with bostonhempire I take this note as a gud spellar in the cellar under the house with a kitten’s meal-mouse to snap ones sharp teeth, I bequeath the seat of the City bus... a shitty bus, one with puke on the floor when Peter Sargent tossed up all of his alcohol drank ’n’ drunk from a bar, the cops didn’t arrest him when they were called, cliff notes to a Wiley Wifey with a Cantankerous Coyote smoking Peyote paying signals for interlaced screens on time to take the display away when the Lid is shut and I’m asleep, me not a CREEP! NOT A “CREEPER” I promise you this to the up ’n’ coming my MRS.’es with a paddle to get in the saddle and let when the while a wild-card RIDES THE TOTAL TIDE (but bleach...) AT THE BEACH OF SAINT PACIFICO PACILIO WEALTH MANAGEMENT WHEN I GAVE MY MONEY ’n’ to Dan the Man with a sneaky plan to Ham with a chicken’s over-me’s with when I leave to bereave the behavior or my MANNERS chin-tight all night long with nothing on, except a thong in her cheeks of pecks and kisses on the brow, to my Queen I give a how about a BOW WOW pow-wow bo-hunk piece of junk in the car-lot graveyear gravestand to lend a hand with taking T.’s candy from her offspring and that unknown to me, to disappear on a normal Twitter account (DELETED!) opting for my Justine “Tini Ara” once again, my old best-friend bed-buddy feeling funny about what she saw on a screen, with her mother how obscene to tell me what she saw an old VHS of along the couple’d path of a next-step in SEX to be excreted, inseminated but not defeated, as I stand my ground to a skipping CNN I flick a pen with Sharpie markets of “Wet Market Covid-19 I emailed china with an 18+ request, in addition to something about a VID coVID a video on my buried and sunk hard disks at the bottom of the pond, been there for years with no tears, just 200 gigs sitting steady with the fishes and my best wishes to the Drivers of titanic Olympics set to be hosted where but IN FINLAND-  a fan favorite tested destination of olde age creation of critters swarming warming up the teapot with Spot’s First Christmas a book, tried to take me to sleep with the comforting sounds of a parental unit’s calming voice, when I was 1 of 2 Marquis-boyz to try to tie a knot in a sock, sinking sucks, I have over 300 bucks backside right glute playing Peter Piper with a peppered flute!