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These thoughts run through my head- so what to do?  Silly, you know who, of course the Elizabeth Arden, her hose to water the flowers of roses in a bought bouquet for who but My Mother Dearest who has a good time, having cut down on her wine and winning without sinning getting a buzz from the white Cristal nozzle on the Farrah Faucet running waters of steamy sauce drifting and spurting, purging the Geysers politely shining bright where TONIGHT ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, with “where fireworks are legal...” This said to Bruce Fenton who is “UP” in the Polls with hopefully enough votes to overcome the Incumbent to get a bent bumper, on the “Honda Prelude” I wanted but my Honda hopes with big fat “NOPES!” from my parents, like the Acura Integra Type-R with equal horses’ powers of trampling passengers, riding and riding and rightly so, where “Heresy” does flow... because I don’t believe in Jesus Christ much, and he suffered which I dedicated my stay in the ICU to him, so yeah  I repaid my debt, now bereft of financial mumbo-jumbo with the baseball or basketball THROW and IT DOWN THE TRASH, a painful Rash, being of MMJ “Hash” with the tag on a Macy’s “Perry Ellis” bullet to my already injured brain, and in paid — that I am a TBI “SURVIVOR” which The Pellegrini’s really loved how I recovered so much and able to drive a car, too, but not very far, this when I would always stop at a bar, but not “The BAR Exam” of excellence to pay the price of eating too many Carbs, and a should-out to Arbs108 that Arba Miha, do you read me? Ember, do you read me?

And what’s good in the hood? wearing a Hoodie, the Blacks on attack, asking for the Goodies: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtC92pzp5vw

And I am in-all honesty, I am worth big bucks, major dollar-ooze with these fucks, getting ass and fucking with my CASH $,$$$,$$$ that I’m a millionaire with little to show, you know??? I think, NO,  you don’t know shit... about what I deal WIT’ !!!!! I really like you all, people, y’all, my big paragraphs html pages so TaLL like I had grown 3.5” in height, come 2006+

Wall to wall nuts with plenty of bums, behind, and a lush drinking reddish Rad “wine” at where but a spot to dine, filling the spine and the SPLEEN, and asleep, if you know what I mean, such and such ambient dreaming so lovely, I be where the Rest be, like the REST of them, all igniting fires with the stroking motion of a big Bic pen, and then, and then, and then, what but nada happens off the cuff, with the best of “STUFF” the girls do, filling their brassieres with toilet tissue, and Justine—her boobs are big enough and that’s alright—Justine I HAVE ALWAYS MISSED YOU! Post-breakup when I’d sniff my snuff and sipping juice from a sipppy-cup, nearby and not far, away, and at a bar — SOBER 2016!

Misty’s butts, this one crooked missed me eye-balls to the wall on which the graphical goodness (my post-era posters) soak up the sun, Mr. Deedy couldn’t have an orgasm in my mind, I mind, I really mind what he did to me with drugs and nude-era 2001/2002 HUGS — that I love the girlies sipping Twizzzlers dancing swiftly swirlies, yes with the on-screen DVA “diva’s” swallowing a man’s cellular creatures, crum bum I proclaim the typical waste of yadda-yadda-yadda, I don’t want to be a Father, but I once went FARTHER and FURTHER unleashing unrelenting penile pen-in-schooler like a tike in grade school, later in High School, working “Shop Class” when the fainted tainted teenage girls crave trips to “Shop”. . . at the mall, at all, and times of day when I say, Free of Dismay, dismal w/o a Chiming Chisel and painting my many paintings (yeah I’m TaLenTed with brushwork...) including a great self-portrait, Free to Display the artwork of my cranium (and face heh “head”…) but instead of focusing on my TBI, I sigh, a sign, yes a SIGNAL on a date so I’m no longer SINGLE !!!!!

Cold and caught-up the twinkle tips pump at the dollar store, pumping in more to implore my Dad’s “fishing lures” of antique intricacies at home, my real home in Charlton, MA — and if you know anything about my Stocks and/or my business Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” please do tell and all will be well — well I wrote “A WILL” at Dan’s and I’m maybe taking everything to the grave, that the digger has a Jigger of fine wine — I don’t whine about beer I swear I swear the wheel at a 90-degree angle — Disco Tangle Crater Face Fucks, and the pictures of lake-side The Mighty Ducks, their CLUCKING chastity where I love soft warm KITTIES!

*ahem* with a Ladies’ mammies and Mannie’s sweet spot, a treat to feast on the slope rise in the pelvics prefix of 508 on my phone so give me a call while standing tall and don’t fall, down, when “out on the town” with one glass of wine too much, and Mr. Pelosi made an oopsy I see on Tee-Vee with a turtleneck sweater on when my pelvic prefix is long and insulated with Insulin shots to that wooden a lot... of watching Girls Gone Wild, seeing the 18+ commercials as a internal quest to sell “Merch” to y’alls...

Would anyone like a free “JMRQ Heavy Industries” t-shirt and polo hat ??? I could design them... and they would be really, really PHAT!!!!!