He drives too fast, when to where he drives is quiet quiet so very NEAR and not indeed far... this IN HIS CAR!
But it has air-bags, and all-wheel drive (AWD) and the award to the King’s Table with a sharp sword, and a bad-sore on his back from layin’ around while never, ever getting much exercise when he climbs up and club-food steps ass down on the ground, when attending to the stairs, he doesn't care to tip-toe teriffically where the seeds be, when mowing the lawn, coming upon a "fawn" to tangle with the "R"-sound not found by a hard re-tar-ded "R"-sound "YOU WAN FWAI RIGGGHHH???" thatta "RICE" from CHINA not having any goods by any "Desiigner - Panda" that the Chinese actually call evil heroin "Panda" that caught on, like I've caught a catch to dance and dip a lass toward the floor, hair brushing the dust of sawed wood, shavings on the ground, with that tight PUSSIES IN "THE POUND" and I've found a kitten to name her or him "Cookies" BECAUSE I LOVE COOKIES! nom nom nom
Going slowly, and then, also, then and then - but when ??? - going to work at “The Cork” being a mostly sober bartender and Been him collecting the register’s property for the time being, and the time is now without making a “Cow” out of it… out of The Textual “Matrix” where they created a classic years ago, and he’s Abe Lincolns to the counter that the spilt milk IT SPLIT !!!
Hawk a Loogie in the spit-cup when you have a nasty cold, and for cool Christmas “coal” sipping at the lactating nipples of Jack Frost, with a bowl of Frosted Flakes AND BREAST MILK to the lingo of Carries’ “Weebles Wobbly”
Stuttering standing while only ambling to the ample assignments in an “Artisan” kinda school
And a cow’s “Cud” with MMJ “Butter” with Bud Bundy doing a silly dance with his GLITTER GREEN SO BRIGHT, ALMOST OBSCENE, with Batman’s “Cod” piece at the beachwide seaside to take a trinket and come quick! For the “ship” will sink, so. That would wear Mink!
Sitting in the Drivers seat and but not eating pastrami at Jasmine’s for those who visit the tranquil vacation land of Japan, and the Arab deserts and but not shipping the Oil that thankfully I will soon own a electronic vehicle from Tesla!
See
I talked to Elon Musk and he called me after I called him, believing he was going to be amazing—as I saw his article on Fortune.com about visiting the inner edge of space, where at the OUTER EDGE I FOUND HOURS OF BEING GOD’S BRAIN, flossing my teeth that when I breathe—IT’S NOT “MMJ”—my card is no longer active—and staying active as the Activ women’s soy protein drink, soy=pink, Pink I love you to the girls who get comfy in cashmere pajamas that I want to buy pajama pants with a backside big pocket—for my wallet—I knew Elon would be so big in 2005/2006, that after I posted so many messages on his profile, he called me concerned I crashed my car in 2004
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And I kept leaving my phone number on his profile, so he called me after seeing the photo of my car
I believe I read his name on Fortune.com and typed it in on Facebook, that this you must understand, it was in 2005 and 2006, reading about he wanted to go to Space, and he had a few mentions on Fortune.com he told me, but I didn’t search Twitter, that my old friend — FAMOUS ALSO, BITCOIN MILLIONAIRE, LIKE I HAVE SO MANY BITCOINS!
I haven’t driven a car in a couple years
I don’t drive fast as I’m hoping to buy a Tesla because Elon Musk, I’d post a new post on his Facebook “Wall” and I was so insistent he call be because I had a Traumatic Brain Injury I WAS RECOVERING STILL...
I haven’t driven for 2 years
I want to buy a Tesla Roadster that I told my Stockbroker Cousin Daniel Michel Besse my “CUZ” to put down a $50,000 Reservation on a Tesla Roadster, 0–100 in 3 seconds!
I don’t rely on gasoline and I care absolutely nothing about Oil because my nice parents are great and “good enough out of their love for ME” plus, They, my Mom and Dad I made the SN “Marquis Parents” years ago and none of us, my Brother Justin and Aunt Donna Donohue, we never got CoVid-19 that my Dr. Dominic Candido, Ph.D. had it so I didn’t see him last week, today, to him I spoke, choosing not to “Poke” and new online friends, on Facebook being joined in 2006 at WSU nextdoor apartment and easy to use their Track to work on my “Spastic Gait” from my TBI in 2004, a couple years of recovery under my belt, I went down a belt-size last month from LOW-CARB, low sugar, little pasta which shrinks my waist, and once again, I went down a belt-size last month, it’s not even tight! LOW-CARB
Like I once took off 25-30 lbs. with minimal exercise and later a supplement sold in stores, and NOT A PROHORMONE called “GH2” that really worked, spending $300-$400 in total, over a number of months, sold in stores and online
205 lbs. so muscular and thin, that my thighs are really small with basically no “quads” or “QUADRICEPS” I got a B+ in Health I with Mrs. Waskevich who thought it was so great I got 100 on all the weekly class tests, PURPOSELY, AND ONCE AGAIN, PURPOSELY SCORED A 0% ON THE MID-TERM!
I got a 0% on purpose, because THE CLASS WAS SO INCREDIBLY TOO EASY, AFTER LEARNING SO MUCH AT GNC
I said I want a 0% on my final grade BUT I WANT YOU TO FIND ME A JOB WRITING ABOUT HEALTH AND FITNESS, after I wrote about sample workouts and no magazines like Fitness Magazine because they PAID their writers
Simply a simple for PRETTY! Never Have a Bad Hair (or Skin Day or Night with a mighty fright to learn of Clenbuterol, never taken as I believe it on ar-r.com was not really “Clen” the Hollywood Diet Drug that was all the rage, but without the out-of-Shape, like the magazine pictures that it’s very SPECIAL to me, as I was entranced with LIVESTRONG healthy Oprah living with a big What for W. magazine but without Charlie Sheen, the coat on a head of hair, that all of the onlookers, on the Runway of course, for the most of the Host, Ryan Seacrest and only the best like Kimmy Kardashian that I stayed at “Eden Roc” in Florida where it was on The Kardashians, that’s what’s happening, now good in the Bronx Hood of onlookers taking a second pause from the books, that are 20 pages long like an old friend didn’t want to take my phonecall, a classy babe, with glasses, shining in the wind of a wind-up clock—after 23 days and nights with her, enchanted by words, nothing obscurely absurd, of assuring her over 23 days together... feeling sweet, sweet Splendor, as The End Or. not not now when I already mentioned the cow, and its cud, nipples being hung, attached to an attack (from Mars) eating “Marquis Candy Bars” being SOBER SINCE 2016, now running rich with a million in my TD Bank, Dan and my Dad, and *I* with my buttery taste of Josie Maran’s “Midnight in my Oasis”
Saved from 2006 on a Random Image Generator that gifts from God like www.random.org resulted with bright cheerios and cheers—no beers!—back on that no-drinking habit, but with coffee that gets my brain going, for a showing of my Scars, to Jessica T. who didn’t want to chat, and that I have a Walter White brim hat, in black... stiff to the touch, CBD my crutch, at lunchtime- they, the girls, they- those 2 cute girls with straight hair, not curls, I had Alx Neas To hug her tight, every single night, before bed—that, years later, I was allowed to sleep in the same bed- sex instead of cuddling—because the Staff was cool with it—on B.C. but with MAGNUM condoms, on... for very long like HOURS murky water in Charlton at Charle’s house with a keyboard mouse, scrapping the Service to Brazzers... that a Jehovah’s Witness I know signed up for a filthy website, with money from his Jehovah’s Witness Masses, I’ve attended loyally to Peter, his Preacher, I’d like to meet him or her — along the very touchy drunkard, trying to make it home to bed with Dawn dishes in the sink, to drain the pipes of a rickety ladder, get at’ter but only after, making money at the work-job during the bust day, I say... when whether the girl named “Heather” her bosoms offering her alchie-haul-icks, drunkard hicks, at the bar I once lived across the street from, not staying at home, like I wish to bee bumbling over stupid sentences, and bereft of anxiety, as per the 2 Xanax per day, when I say, I’m glad to be off Klonopin I had for years, and even though you’re not supposed to drink and take Klonopin, I had 2 beers at restaurants- their bars with Pub 99 being my central-location but only before my WRX car crash, resulting in a Traumatic Brain Injury, while I’m not insane, being kinda plane, flying high in the sky, Elon Musk in 2005 and 2006, I knew he would be famous in his quest for space, my place upon the edge, Jenner did Hedge, the funds—of fun—with Dan Besse, my Stockbroker... but my parents control my million or millions of USDollars in my TD Bank, it’s a mystery, to me—who’s the only one left in our country of America, where I wear 2 LIVESTRONG BRACELETS! But abiding by the rules and laws of plastics/polymers ECM Plastics, Inc. owned by my Dad who got the Marquis-Family dog, Ripley:
C’mere good girl dog- Taken for Walks, to talk about the trees, now with CBD relief, in yesteryears of PREVIOUSLY HAVING THC “MEDICAL” I MISS, sealed with a kiss upon Ripley’s brow, browsing Milk Bones with a bunch of crunches I’d do in the living room, and in sight of her bed—a whole loveseat when she got the fat off of “Sirloins Sold In Stores” — munching the tops to tickle the hair between her toes to tease my sweetie Pooch... not being a mooch—my parents never gave me money to take her for a Healthy, my Mom and Dad are so incredibly Well and Wealthy and Healthy, thinking of Ripley who died in 2013 RIP Rip.
Tosh.0 was kind of Earth Moving to a UHaul truck to live in the back of NOT A SHACK, BUT SPENDING DAYS AT NIGHT’S — 2 beers at Days End of $2 bills to spend, my brain was working pit-top with Old Spice, once a day, or twice... as I like the scents of spend *click send*
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