I'm great with life, although the jerks here at "Averte" will endure their low pay with me being right and rich, that is RICHER THAN ANYONE HERE ($20,000/mo. rent!) ! Tesla, Amazon, John Deere, Dairy Queen ($430,900.00) yes that much I own (Dad Wayne, he holds my money because he is my "Health Proxy" and Deborah my Mom) Berkshire with Geico -- my investments, I know- and in my Dad's hands he won't be BANNED because I love my Dad, and my Mom is very, very, very BAD -- but now Sober only drinking her white wine on weekends -- like my JW friend "Peter L Sargent" -- he feels awful about his Alcoholism -- so he De-friended me! -- and him a Jehovah's Witness drinker and sinner, he blew me, he and I jerked j/o him off, and then we kissed, in the parking lot of The Sole Proprietor (thesole.com) I would come to once in a limo, and Laurie Griffin with a glass of wine, allowed, I "dined" seeing one of her nipples that she revealed, but she told me to keep my lips sealed, even with kissing, her face- it I'm missing along the longing for the contact of her eyes, her Divine, and a couple years older than me, unfortunately being married- that didn't stop me from stopping at her house once to give her a Charolette Russe gift-card, in the limisine I was playing HARD and to "get" HER I ADORE when hopefully I live at home with "Climate Isis" the water levels rising and a temperature taken orally, Ally2683 Hodgkins with babies (!!!) MY SPERM WAS STOLEN FROM ME, and although I give to some Charities, her beautiful (not anymore!) face is foreign, to me, like the dealings of buying Bitcoins, then, in 2013 or 2014 I have millions of dollars in TD Bank, Dad and Dan to thank, with a hand shake of a seizure notation, the doctors, my vibrating sensation of internal stress, my Mom doesn't often wear a dress, but my Justine Aragona did wear the plentiful plenteous collection of KNEE-HIGHS -- flossing the in-between of her thighs, with thongs, and thoughts of things to make me sing, don't count on it -- I'm not a "Marla" Singer stirred stitches from MY BEAUTIFUL BITCHES!
And a fraction of NO REMORSE, the old man new and now dead, leaving a better bitter-sweet sullen CORPS. of the U.S.A. Marines surviving (!!!) with Brian McNeil nowhere to be seen, but with his wife whatshername “Julie” — that she hands me a gland of extracted organs, good fool for good once but AGAIN... upon a Transplant to “Paul Oakenfold - Tranceport” of “The Game Master” providing with provisions of whimsical Thanksgiving Turkey, the brown meet — the legs, the DARK MEAT — with albeit some white skin like all of my Marquis-ONLY family kin and ignoring the heroin drunk, David Perron, shooting his veins with Fentanyl, that loser punk, who I prayed at his funeral but not for what you might think — he put my risk at life drinking and on heroin, taking his shitty old car for a SPIN the magazine with Kurt Cobain — David Perron’s drugs affected his brain, and making him insane, craving the delinquent drugs — his two toddlers giving him hugs, and being now worthless, with his sins his Mom gives him a KISS 108 FM, his mother hen, not the smartest, cleaning my old house, what a lousy family, one dinky daughter with a husband who HE’S GETTING. A SEX-CHANGE (!!!) Vaginoplasty and reminding me of the plastics my Dad sold, making mllions USD, in the USA Treasury, that’s where he be doing the best, brushing with a thick wig to fake having hair — he looked odd but I didn’t care — I would STARE...
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