I want to be with Justine "Tini Ara" Aragona again because I've asked her to marry me in 2011 or 2012 or 2013 that SHE HAS INTRODUCED ME TO A HOLY HOLY HOLY FORCE OF ALLAH IN 2013!!!!! ALLAH TOOK ME TO GOD THAT WAS RECOMMENDED BY EVERY SAINT JOHN'S CLASSMATE WHO HAS BEEN SO CLOSE WITH A LOVER I REQUESTED OF ALLAH WITH ALL OF MY RELIGIOUS STUFF IN BED WITH US, 8-10 HOURS, I ACCELERATED THE WHOLE WAY UNTIL I WAS WITH GOD LIKE HE WAS MALE BUT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY! AMEN. GOD IS THE GREATEST. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! C'MON PUSSY [THE MESSENGER]

                                                                                   My Saint John's High School roommates at Geneva Street I lived with and every single other Saint John's classmate told me, saying, "GO WITH ALLAH TO GOD!" at which PIN-PRICK IN THE JOINT WHERE YOUR ENEMIES BELONG FOR THERE TO FUCKING sufFER WHAT THEY DID TO YOU, they said to me because they were all told by D and B to ensure I'm able to laugh when sleeping on the floor in an immans Emirate State of IRIS by The Goo-Goo Dolls that I had my first kiss with Kristen JOHN'S SON YES JOHN DEEDY ISN'T REALLY GAY BUT I TURNED HIM ON SO MUCH HE JUST HAD TO INSEMINATE MY ANUS WITH HIS SEED, HE WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE ME

who

I, me this the me typing, he wore cock-rings to school and I sat in the front row and he showed it to me after school, but my Dad doesn't wear one of this those fucking S&M things 1 year away from Alex with jail for him and his huge evil drugs -- P.O. Box belonging to HIM -- he knew he had ties with Russia and he kept it secret TO FAIL HARDCORE WITH THESE FO' SHO'

THANKS QUESTION: WHY DIDN'T ALLAH WANT TO BE WITH GOD AND I AT THE EDGE OF SPACE I'VE RESEARCHED SINCE 2013 WITH MANY IMAGES SEARCHED ON "GODDLE" AND I SWEAR THE PHF-EXPLOIT WAS DONE WITH ONLY MY WEB BROWSER AND A COCK RING JOHN DEEDY WORE AND BECAUSE I SAW HIS COCK RING, I KISSED HIM AFTER SCHOOL BECAUSE HE WAS SO BIG

AND POWERFUL

UNLIKE ME AND I'VE RECEIVED A COCK IN MY ASS IN 2001 OR 2002 RIGHT AT THE FULL ENTIRE YEAR AT HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE NEAR MY QCC ASSOCIATES DEGREE IN COMPUTER SCIENCE   NO ONE GOT ME HELP! I DUMPED OUT THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE! 2004, WHEN THE COPS ALL CONTRIBUTED TO MY KILLING MYSELF IN 2004 WHEN I HAD A GIRLFRIEND WHO GAVE ME ORAL-SEX *ONLY ONCE* ONE TIME ONLY AND THAT BITCH SPIT IT OUT AS SOON AS IT WENT IN HER MOUTH, SCREAMING AT ME, AND I WAS ALWAYSCHILLEN.COM AFTER MY OTHER CHILLEN WEBSITES YOU EVIL JERKS HACKING MY KEYBOARD, GOOGLE, WI-FI, LAPTOP, AND I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU ALL OUT OF -- THIS ALREADY HAPPENED TO ME IN 2013 -- THE SUN EXPLODED BUT I WAS FAR BEYOND THE BLAST WITH ALLAH ALWAYS ACCELERATING, AND I LOOKED BACK.

I WAS PLEASED AND DIDN'T CARE!

GRIEVOUS FELONIES OF MY HELLISH ENEMIES WWW.WRXTBI.COM THAT I ALSO BOUGHT WWW.WRXTBL.COM YEARS AGO, AND I HATE THE JERKS I REMEMBER IN CHARLTON, MA WHERE I WILL BUY A VERY LARGE HOUSE NEAR MY "HEALTH PROXY" PARENTS <3 DAD <3 <3 MOM <3 <3 <3 MOM CAUSED MY CRASH AND HER FUCKING AWFUL FAMILY DID TOO~

lobby rob drop (randomwordgenerator.com)

Aerosol arrange things sweet and 100% so neat and proper, as if to “plate” a licensed Lobster- its meat to eat, so have it arranged so only hardly smart and no far, so far, no Harley with Peter (hi Pete! JW is so neat!) named “Davidson” the brightness being from Daddy David - minus 1 Son, to the tons of Hogs on Highways with the loudest of loud “Pipes” of exhaust from the Harley’s heated... washed and treated, soured with silken Milked Cows of SKIM all funky and dumped out in the sunken S.H.I.P. (State Head Injury Program), when I would attend the Get’To’gethers, with my Mother, my Mom I want her to hear this song, one of her favorites, along with Enya for a Double entendre.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY

Could to 18+ times the Thriller in a manilla folder of I, the Stocks holder, with a Public Ledger and a Private Ledger, who I have had those for many years, but not being left in tears — as although a relative may have left be me bereft, before, of 5000 Bitcoins out the door (and I hope he was not serious about dumping them early-on) with Earl Greys of Terry’s magnificance and her known to a lawyer, my Defender: Philip Stoddard, maybe not on Pinterest, but after showing an interest in suing the solder template, to fill my dinner diner, with a schlong time a-comin’ I dare not go a second night without any girls on-screen, and me praying to Make a Queen with NO CHILDREN TO BE SEEN, for I, not a Daddy now or then or EVER, I would never forgive those who STOLE MY SPERM! them little worms of needing $LEASH and $BONE when I sat in my throne, king come home, come to me, without a baby!

Coffee hot- so storm and shelter as I wear a felt pelt of impractical plastics-pellets served to Gents as per my Gentle Dad, and Kristen Gentile — nowhere to be seen — my once felt so much attraction, and hoping for a hormonal-reaction of anticipated subliminal fantasy, as with Kristen, I would be, but not Misses Johnson now married, the business of our USA Nation she carried, now a Mommy as head-down, as per the carriage a nuisance with a Russian toodle-loo, so look Debbie Doo, it’s me... and this textual know-how comes from you and my sweetie-boo, of who... how about a butt of Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona, she evoked my Monday morning, such moaning (in my bed) or groaning upon the first steps of getting up, as per the 11 a.m. wake-up call, coming stricken and personally withdrawn, so long, that time with Justine — me loyal to her — hoping she’s too Disabled and Handicapped for the average man, with her now 30 years-old or young, I’m still hung (GOD BLESS THAT PRECIOUS PILL I WAS GIVEN!) when who says a sagging medication can’t gain you some SIZE and zZz’s where it counts, to be in bed, that I sometimes prefer sleeping on my Love Seat couch-front with a kick in the C-U-N-T

www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm

Smashing down and not having had Royal Crowne when at-last at least in 2016 quitting drinking alcohol, the step- (by Step-Sister) not so small — as a matter if of FACT, I backdrafted backdrawn, not a “Pawn” but me the Prince, eldest Son of Wayne and Deborah — that “C scar” when I was protracted, protruding from the body of my Mommy! Odes and cheers to Mom—she didn’t like how easily I quit drinking, but only when I knew I should cut the “buzz” of each night, alcohol’s previous and impervious DELIGHT of Ultra-Light beers, and doing low-carb (34 lbs. taken off!) in previous years, without a t-shirt worn or watching anything but P-Hub.com at night when I would dream off, that the ZMA made a play-day at night, sipping Diet Sprite—or Diet Mountain Dew—still a vapor’s faced fave, that I am not an marinated slave, of Sirloin, and buying Justine “Steak” once-a-week, as I tried to save my $2 bills, to give them out as TIPS, to Tiffany Loconto (or Tiffany Langlois...) THIS IS NOT RE-HEARSED!

Queenie needing a limo drive to her resting spot—all the older folk on MMJ’s “Pot” to catch a drift (rifting) (rifling) (riffing) with Grandma “Granny-Balls” of Wes Badrigian, who, they have both seen “The End” (is near of:) www.alwayschillen.com/endnear.htm when I valiantly pursue coddling a couple of bored broads—seeing the excitement and Enchanged girls of my 8 East MENTAL HOSPITAL for-throws, where I was- and like no one knows: THIS IS ALL FOR “SHOW” of Family Feud with my own Grammy and my Ma, me “Ma” approving of the modern disrailment I wrote so much about and all weekend long... that ALAS IT WAS DELETED 38.4 MB .doc, me purchasing Word on the line of NO BEER IS FINE, to be, with me, and SOBER 2016: I wrote this:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven

In for 23 days, and in a HAZEY-LAZY-LASSO — Mikey with my wish: BRAINna Sasso, scooped up, trooped, with Dr. Trump taking the $CAKE of baked hunny-buns of boun-ching booties and boobies SWUNG, for a Home Run, balls quivered to shun the squeezed “ouch” kick a Kangaroo in the buns and tail- when I tell my Tale of that link in a .pdf, paid purchase of Adobe, and me: now with no Photoshop...

I won’t pay the money for Photoshop $500 oh well, just a $WISH like a kiss from Tiph or Ember in now Sept. I drain and drank the Septic and Metric systems at the brims and the brink of a clean $SINK in $PINK of Vicky’s purses and handbags- but no G-Strings... oh what a DRAG, and off that butt (them butts to ogle…) or to Google: “jmarquis710” I bought a pack of Black’s Gel-Pens!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082PN4X5J?psc=1&ref=ppx_yo2ov_dt_b_product_details

I received an "A" in Psychology I at Worcester State University, and an A- Poetry II, B+ Creative Writing, B+ Health I, B+/A- Communications I that which all of these high grades were *AFTER* my brain injury, and I've talked to Elon Musk, Bruce Fenton, and Vitalik Buterin on the phone AND online, along with many other couple other people, people, WAKE UP PEOPLE !!!!! :^D

Work in to protect and Profess to my Psychology professional “Prof.” and on the beach “Baywatch” with the well-known David oh-la-la Hasselhoff

He’s not a nerd or flipping “the bird”—gallows of Sea-gulls to roam French fries, dropped, of David Hasseling a Hoof, to Bow (and King-ly) hooves on what Cows? And the whore-says all saggy singing with a $20 tip scored, considered WINNING in Main South—projects protected with plenty of po-po POLICE—stashing on SPEEDERS—and smashing in front doors (usually in them “projects” . . . With what challenges Dodge “charger” going farther, but including the necessary fees bringing a welfare patient to pull out the CBD pills and his/her EBT card, paying for the gasoline “The Pipeline” with what’s left of a scratch ticket spree... that used to be ME myself and bass fishing trophies on my shelves, giving pleasantries to the lawyers and to what’s ELSE Mike Pence? . . . wearing Khaki’s to my Catholic High School where I was popular and cool, playing it cool, $5,000 / year for the School . . .

www.saintjohnshigh.org where I was Class of 2000 with my 1080 SAT’s, so nicely!

And when will I finally be given my mail—they take my mail and MY BUSINESS INFORMATION, THAT I RUN A BUSINESS CURRENTLY: Google “JMRQ Heavy Industries” and that Alas, I don’t like “big Butts” strongly and strangely rearranged causing a reaching chemical and “Therapeutic” REACTION: a fashion line of business soots of top-notch noticeability—all for me—with them DKNY dress-shirts and plenty of ties, but not Bow and instead “Bo” knows best, augmeatnation so NEAT to blow up the boobs, swimming swinging and singing, with holey Hula-Hoops and Cristen Houlihan, she lent a “hand” but not her dental cavities, when, this when, when, she would only kiss me once—and that’s it, so I wasn’t all the way there—to “IT”—and the alarm clock-ed it sits, waiting for the time of a wake’ful bake-ful an AWFULLY ERRATIC BE-ALARMED with chirping beepers, my speakers’ “Tweeters” and I’m on Twitter accruing $SHIB with my buddy, the great, “Elon Musk” talk to him, I must remember everything in that call—in the spring summer winter or fall—to trip in the hall—the Bitcoins, MY Bitcoins... I want them all!

My teeny-weeny schweeny encompasses much of my sandwhich White While in my House, being it’s named “Fluff” its sugar, picking a booger so squishy—that wishy-washy taste in your lips—from time to time—we all do it and I’ve don’t done mine but not all of the time at 4:20 EPDM dingo-dulce I me be of the Mont Blanc post-lays... PO-TAY-TO CHIPS so a teensy-weensy bit of sodium salt—it’s on you upper-lip to dip the chips on in the “Ranch” white sauce, that beautiful, beautiful SAUCE of spliced Pepperoni and Honey Ham, sliced and THIN—I am at a fantastic but my weight—about 165 lbs.—hoping for $159 lbs. to mash to mess with the refinement of Royals wearing Ties Why’s I so Wise potato chips—carrot Dips—like living in the Boonies... that movie The Goonies... then off to NEU in Boston, that’s NEU and which I failed, hard panic-attacks me feeling like my heart and brain would explode—like the bomb package there yesterday in Boston that’s just awesome it wasn’t a killer, but causing 1 injury it was Deez Nuts!

This my Ode to the Masses—successful and Prologue “professional” studying the studies—the students and matters of who cares if I’m JW.org now Jehovah’s Witness—PETER IS GREAT AND HE’S ON-E OF MY CLOSETS AND FRIENDS, never X’ing off his chat-window, clutching the Capo’s canopy of tall trees in the breathed in-and-out BREEZE to snatch the aerosol canisters in my Pad—no more Febreze and fertile Over Me’S on the choice chick, my #1 pick—JUSTINE—with my bro and his name drop the “E” letter of having me addressed the internal-ecstasy of fulfillment with the tight brown hole, my whole fantasy harnessed, laying facedown—us two—all night long for about 7-8 hours, that we then took a shower, and doing it once again—like with her Mom—I said, “Sing A Song” with me protruding pronouceably ambled and addled, as I HAD IT beyond God!

I’ve been to the edge of space—in that Tantric “realm”—and me at the Helm when I needed help thereafter—come 8 East: https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven

I invested a bunch of money into $DOGE in 2013 or 2014 that Elon Musk my best friend, he told me "I can be your best friend every day if you want!" $DOGE the Coin!

Craving and Caves of MANNING IT to making it rain, and to disdain? I feel NO PAIN, of kettled eggs backing banking backed-up and thanking the French Ancestry—being of me and mine—I thank my “Marquis” Dad and his older Sister by less than a lifetime of her not drinking any wine—GOD BLESS HER—totally Sober, like me, and my Dad who very, very RARELY he gobbles a glass of pale ale—that he nulls the “a buzz”—while this I used to gulp down beers, with my parents there’ly knowing I was only hoping and ensuing for a HARDCORE “HIGH” of night after night, gulping the Brew-s... but come 2016 my time with all alcohols was thru-and-through with me FULLY SOBER like a brand-new person, when, my parents were being so happy with me not getting drunk—who’d have thunk and thought—I’d overcome the evil pathetic Grandpa glum drinking more than some and smoking a shit-load of cigarettes... but months after I quit all drinking, my parents we were thinking, “He needs something ELSE, for disposition—a newfound “POT-ion” and receiving the Accreditation of an a MMJ “Doc” writing me an approval, for only me, not my parents who they would never get high—oh me, and oh MY—my stash was after being aft to getting stoned—this my 2015-on pride to privately ingest the CBD “oils” of wells and walls to the halls with me sans-“balls” to be squeezed, by the Misses—given the scrotal kisses on her knees with her own ice-cream lick and tits ticking—her LIKING IT with the squishy salted Peanuts of Planters with the on-season harvest of putting on “combat gear” CAN YOU DIG IT??? Organs of CAN YOU HEAR?

I invested in John Deere, because of John D.D. I’m told not to mention my one night of homo and sexy bodily-invasion of where my spirited sprites in December 2001/2002, the when I WAS USED A-NAD “STICKED” no shining Sun of bruises with me having been physically abused with severe pain to my tests (in school at Saint John’s) and him full-handed my Testes I was into shaving, me being a man-  that John the older heavy jerk, he was to jerk a twerking fashion of me wearing FCUK so I thought it was a preparation to be of the Nation on my favorite radio station and JAM’N he urged the hip-hop to make me a sweet sugar-pie to be PURED SUGAR UPON, post surgery in 2004, to drip to the Rip- taking the Dogecoin for 1 mile walks one time or being two times a day, taking her to the street at the edge of the driveway—and I would say to the pet doggie, “Okay Rip-ley now you go PEE!”

2002-2013 Ripley

Pail Eyed and Shovel, at the beach, sitting in the sun, having fun, as the sand creeps into bodily crackles with cacophony cackles, and baked cakes surrounding lakes -- I haven't used a Rhyming Dictionary in about 1 year!

Future Tesla Roadster

Drop-top with Hip-Hop "Pops" to ticking clock on the Drizzle- and to choose who of remaining elected, the protraction of my reiterated stance—I stand and peddle with Lance—me the lingo-lagging but lavish Lingo-Language finest Finances, my homes of the psychiatrist’s “Trances” to tickle with a winking rolling that dank- with NETA to thank, in yesteryear of me going without the brews, the beers get my JEERS to work like a thievery-jerk, stealing the sold items in stores- Black on Black crimes, I hope for no or of the when to wait... then say I hate people staying silent around me, as I said hi to the only non-fat and non-pathetic Peep here and I was ignored, but with my know writing professor-y Prose Poetry I want to swagger like a bumble-bee with the bird newest nests high-up in the Tree Tops- an apartment complex I recall, somewhere “urban” Tiptronic Ebonics, the Ferrari shifters with the touted up round’a’bout ways of none-other than Timmy Hays to him absent, but as he’s “had” Audra Deiana I cry out, “OH MAMA” to Tess and Tia Froio I recall, both of them at advantageous vertical (horizontal laid-down in bed, in stead) their heights, both very tall, like Ember here at “Averte” in Bradford, VT if you want to “find” me being fine with the pre-able text to twist Twisty’s beautiful girls on-screen, I bought I remember... a month or two months, oh well- not a bunch as I decided I’d had enough of the SOFT-CORE “shit” and reverted my impervious imperial METH-ods of “Literary Study” when allowed to proceed (with great text and a need to embody greedy geeks at WSU) then quitting Indeed dot-com I wasn’t on for long, but in 2013 or 2014 it was a “Dead Stock” to my surprise as John Deedy my Saint John’s teacher, he remained alive and to THRIVE with his mutual-Fu’ing many gay men- their orifices- originally—Mannie—I THOUGHT MANY *Mannie* WAS NOT NECESSARILY “ugly” but instead me choosing her as the #1 wish to buy a mattress and a box-spring to unleash my manliness—that I wish for only Justine Aragona now (!!!) as she's been my hunny-buns with massive fun in her intimate "AREA"

Mowing the lawn

Towing the car

Rowing the boat

Eating some oats

Babes bubbly in the sudsy, sudsy whether to wash the Ditches with what window, of course, by the sink—but you should wait a couple minutes before, you go in there- it’s really sketchy, really stinky by the dishwasher remnants of Carrot Cake down the drain—Wall St. hot-shots (...) like my family member who who he would like Ember here, and him hopping we could get close-up to Miss (I don’t know her last name!) reminding me of “Rotella”- that my Minister liked the ring of—me wishing for “L” for liking the Love of the four-lettered (postage 18+) word the L-word that’s LUV FROM A DUV A TOOTSIE DOOKIE AND MY OLD CAT NAMED “POOKIE” — wouldn’t you know it, Garfield’s comic-stripper had me get the clippers when the mysterious and (cookied and COOKED) character kitty was also named “Pookie”—but I had a big problem with “Garfield”—first of all, Garfield was quite, quite fat and didn’t exercise—but please put QUOTES around this my pre-said and pre-set constable awareness of the owner, “John”—he was lame, Jodie was “tamed” and Josie Maran is a hot mother now, my picking up a magazine that, her on-cover I discovered her air-brushes- I want to touch her QVC creams and dreams of joining her...

JOSIE MARAN WOULD BE MY GYM PARTNER AND FULL-TIME OF DAY & NIGHT “LOVER” !!!!!

This rich bitch- she so slippingly-slim and SLENDER THE BARTENDER, to put an end to the early-morn’ but after ersatz humping all night Fizz-on wearing bare ass NO MORE THONG!

… and just like that, the games on!

Singing brain and singing Brian of Costello and Cab with A Call Away reach me at my business phone

(Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries) because this for the, “Jeffrey MaRQuis” d’railed and rained of security where I want to be, and near, to booty 2-shoes with NO CLUES!

And then PLUS, I DON’T SNIFF GLUE — I bet you do and al-THOUGH I’m throwing rocks with what sucks is getting Pegged at a Kegger of Kellogs SERIAL-PORTS, and CROTCHETY SUEING IS MY SORT, OF SPORT-S CAR WHEN DRIVEN FAR (...) that unfortunately I’m 3 hours away from those I know and once having known them best, through, and I HAVE A LAWYER, so don’t sue me or I swear, I will put my hands in the air and without a “Care” to “Comply” with a complex hex of ample and able prisoners’ “TIME” wearing sports-coats, dress shoes, sports-jackets (again, but one when it’s cold and lonely) what’s up Homey? And “whatcha in-for?” with a 4x4 Sahara “Jeepers” I admit I creeped on girls and on Facebook with Yellow Pages to address their digits, my own fingers pepper-spraid getting laid and touching butt inside a Cookie with what's for dinner... be we having tonight?

Salmon?

I might...

And to Cook summer sun of that, I take my hat and breathe the reached-in slim of embodying power and height, for I’m not of “A Short Stature” stated and having been hopefully PLAYMATE’D with, My “Legs, lets march and Leggo my Eggo” of you, Bri Eggers (WHDH weather girl) her Ember’s bold embroidery, cheese and cakes... dang dandruff-flakes... Solve it clean... Soylent Green!

BE IN MY CORNER AND COMMUNICATE WITH ME AND DISS ALLY(SON)!

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/

That I ask you all to sit up straight or lay your bossy body down, as my stomach gurgles, with me focusing on girls, who, they like TaLL men and who the men use CASH register pens to write phat checks for hundreds of dollars, to their friends, like when Bitcoins were sold for $3.50 and I got IN soon after, then, when... 2005-2006 I knew Vitalik Buterin who was strangely intrigued when I had “Fatigue” skinny but with a majorly-destrictive Traumatic Brain Injury, my TBI, seeing double double vision vision out of my own eyes (!!!) being needed a re-set that enough REST was crucial to my survival, when I was completely unresponsive (responsibly irritated) for an entire TWO weeks, when I couldn’t open my eyes or swallow mushy food, when, me, fully paralyzed, but I WOULD SURVIVE THOSE TIMES—that month of me, and mine, my own, yours truly, when I would be pooping into a big TUBE in my ASS—and I won’t mention the slippy medications, prescribed and everyone dedicated to preventing my own poor death—to think, I dumped out all of the alcohol in the kitchen sink, sighing and literally crying... when I was in such deep DISTRESS that I needed all to WITNESS my empty dumped-out bottles of ticklish LIQUORS, when my body was heavier and thicker like “husky” to shoot the breeze when I’ve never had a “disease” that, oh please, I was on my knees with my girlfriend, who, she would sometimes cry because I was so rich and wealthy (but unhealthy drinking!) and she was thinking—as a matter of fact—she turned her back and it gave me a panic-attack (I had a prescription to Klonopin 4 x 1mg pills, high dose, I wanted the most!) so fuck her for breaking my heart and she’s gone, like SO LONG—

I can finally be with sipping souls who seek to please a loved boyfriend, me, with ORAL-SEX ***SHE NEVER EVER GAVE ME**** except for 1 TIME ONLY... saying to me, poor me, “THAT WAS GROSS AND I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!”

The near-death of me, and she used her hand one time only, also too saying, to me, ***THAT WAS DISGUSTING AND I DON’T WANT ‘IT’ ON MY HAND!***

But she was pretty, and she said, “DON’T BE SO PETTY!” Yeah she was pretty enough for ME to LIVE WITHOUT, her little mouth with buttery lips, I pressed into her hips, being a bit less than TEN TIMES in 24 hours!

I’m led to believe she had an abortion and/or twin girls named Isabella and Sofia, WITH HER USING MY STOLEN SPERM THEY STOLE FROM ME IN THE I.C.U. !!!!! =X

So she says, "Hey Mister, what about Mannie and her older sister, Danita?" and then she, she blurts out "Wanna play Twister?"

So such fragments incremented in De Basement of solid concrete linoleum with me and yours to Light of Cho Cho cool-whips of C.R.E.A.M. (“Cash Rules Everything Around Me” YouTube) by, the to my, own Chiseled Chest of my awaiting my ordered, a Mont Blanc $315 pen- a push-pen, with my those two pushed-up smooshed-up muscles needing a squeeze of but WITHOUT pushing out a newborn—I scorn “chemical reproduction” of wondrous wonders being of what I hope I’m not a “Father” through the “Recombinant” Insulin-pin peptides from years ago, but before, they shrunk my left-and-right Legs’es when I grew 3.5” TaLLer in vertical creation of 177-191 in my cheeks, ON MY FACE, THE ANTI-AGING TOOK PLACE, INJECTING MY FACE!, in one of my first- a spot of Geneva Street House—and without any cooking or pot-s or pens—of when oh when, I hold that $315 writing-device, my Bugler back Jeans are nice, having housed with Derek Langlois and Brian McNeil 2005-2006 that was so nice, of them, being carried for me, a Carrier A to the C... for summer weather, whether the temp too hot,and the ICE-BERGS are melting, I’m all felt up, my short girlfriend and her beautiful, hotter, skinnier, sexier, HER MIDDLE-AGED MOTHER, yeah we were together, and Justine she remains The “One” who, her Mom, well that was just silly taking a shower together, at the afternoon sunny-day hour, we made it there, and back, when I did her in the ass!  OH AT LAST- and after a swim, that her Bikini came off... and her credits I was in!

Kindly kin of Justine, that we sometimes kissed, yes, me and her Mom, that once- with a full and fuller mouth of spit, oh shit, I have gotten a "Trio" of 3 girls, yes 3 girls, while we were al having fun,  and on me all at the one timeframe and days and night-time pleasure, happiness, spending our time, being together, with no leather or "protection" when I had their Chastitties in 8 East: https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven/

But pre-2016 when I would drink alcohol, that I quit come 2016—NO LIQUOR OR BEER TO BE SEEN in where but the scene of my room with a Fridge (icey-cold) I really SAW, the mental-inebriation of a Martian in Haiti, Cuba—me ignoring Mark Cuban @mcuban on T when we all “wither” come to Winter, and when eating Wheaties—NO WEED OR THC TO BE SEEN, ALSO—when I know it’s best I remain here- not too much sexy-despair of pared paired hourglass figures, that ass being wide, I took Laura ass-side years ago, and to this day, she’s my finest Lay’s of potato-chips,when playing out the Poker pieces, Blue-Chips and my shattered into 7 pieces, my left hip, and me on my one leg, now shorter, me a Bitcoin “walk the corridor” when flying at-peak each week, like the Winged “Condor” to gently knock and I look at the clock... and look who it is, it’s Ember (out today, on Stay-cation) on the 13th of Sept. I appreciate her here, she’s named “Ember” to eat, her, healthy and exercise but raising a child and me to see, ELSEWHERE (no kids having exited the sweetie chosen V...) because I’d rather be with a woman whosey never had a baby going out of that cutesy slit, but my wrists are feeling clean and curbed and hard, no glasses in SHARDS like ripped up Playboy Cards, sending out the Christian (I once would be, thanks to Saint John’s jubilantly-) of course, Christmas Cards and playing Poke on Facebook, changed to “Wave” on FB (NASDAQ invested bear market today on my Stocks!) when I TALK VERY LITTLE, adoring some kinky tongue-tied SPITTLE!

FOOLING, GOOD JOLLIES THAT IS SO-SO DEVIANT! =X

Peter L Sargent, I will be at the Jehovah's Witness "Meeting" and you're the "Vile" one Jobs Blowing to me? I wanted to see... if mine own 1 fantasy, my thoughts of Laurie G., would PLEASURE ME!

I remember my object of affection, her, being Laurie, she joined me in my Limousine with a glass of white wine, and I was fine with her pleasing and sexual pleasantries!

But years ago, who her, not a Wore a nice selection of clothing, while listening to me singing simple sultry sentences, of my poetry!

At the shores surely I would be so desiquately delishous the food at my fave restaurant Tee-Ess-Pee, The SP the sole of thesole.com when waitresses wearing Things and Delish like my T.D. of banking, my Dad and Jessica’s Dan, I’m thanking the, them, when... and only long on-line, I’m F-I-N-E finding pleasures immaculate gold necklaces precious my obedience to clean thee, in the faucet’s enchantment ways of me sipping the salt-water laxative that to it, it is keeping me thin where I seek the Lance’s chanting CHAMPION yesteryear with no fear, of Russian’s those jerks with bootie-twerkings working with writing, which Ukraine is fighting!

AND BUT, RUSSIA IS LIGHTING!

And my weight now increased by a few pages of crinkled paper in my The Qur’an — the word of God — are you Charmed ??? with the days drifting and shrinking, my height once “lifted” with weights, and a Breast Lift that I recommend to the older gals so such and sagging, me and my tallywhacker hose- of what who knows... what I will be seen on my Apple (EVE BIT IT, ouch!) while slouched slimy on my couch, my crotch, belt buckle going up one notch- as per the neglegent gentlemen staring—Allah get at me—because I’m truly “Caring” with me nor not to be so Daring as to lend an ear of the amber “wax” with a thimble so simple, to sew the drained salty sewer—the Tesla Roadster isn’t even out yet (hopefully my 50k reservation was made by Dan, I want a car so new—and NEWER—with the castrated folk of the 1800’s my balls, I clutch them—while sticking a still shifted cylinders cycling and DOHC pistons pumping but this only in gas-powered cars that these EV’s are to charge powered-up at the fine locality—have I gotten free of personal-kept SANITY?—that the pills help and me bereft, lacking or without, the faucet is running out of the SHOUT, the talking loud—but never yelling, from the Downstairs Kitchen, the odious treats which I eat, they’re smelling up this place “Averte” with my own Apartment “space” that I’m so rich, and my bleeding skull (in 2004, my www.wrxtbi.com) it may have needed a stitch or two, but that decades-long “TBI Recovery” is almost through—my walk I do just fine WITHIN AND WITHOUT A SINGLE DROP OF WINE!—to this very day that the last time I had a beer was a couple years, ago, for you to know, I shed a tear every time Peter drinks a beer, he’s maybe addicted to, so if he’s a drunk, we’re through, like he asked me about a ford “Escort” that I told him I’ve refrained from paying for patting, her breasts padded, and her ass- to be it so, and thusly, (thrust-fully, thankfully) it PADDLED!

Published dates of my mate, and with a Period, Justine "23rd" that I like the s-Miley Song "23" choosing to sell my many Investments in 2023, that's why!

On Easter morn’, to mourn the Queen of laden lord’s Loyalty—no—the ROYALTY!

My sure and, for me SiR,

My French Royalty, yes: my American Male (meaning, "American Made" but not yet, laid...) in my Locality of Vermont being Bradford to get on the gas and all about it, that Tip for a meshy hat, with some smudged old Tater- Tat's when it's drizzling rain, Tips at TSP (thesole.com) my much money of many millions in TD bank, I abstain the reference plain Jane rain when my "tips" they "drizzle" like the whether or not, I have a mention of their "Plot" with your Intent, your Intention, but I need NO-INTERVENTING... when I'm seen and by so many rock-solid written Readers, oh please don't get the Corona's very far and Sober, like me SOBER 2016 and to this the day of Ember here at "Averte" she's polite, my binge-ing "On Writing" from a "King" it comes daily and nightly, Superb and Supreme, read my words when I dream a scene of what's next? A female, I hope, that "MALE" is my "SEX" and "STRAIGHT" because gays and carpet-butchers I HATE QUEERS AND BEERS AND CIGARETTE BUTTS! but that's enough of the drizzling on the faggot parade!

I'm not poor, okay? whathaveyou "Por Que" RIP The Queeniest "Queen" of being my Marriage-Partner: THE PRECIOUS "JUSTINE 'Tini Ara' ARAGONA" she's not a loaner, I want her with mine protruding pounded wank and bake a $CAKE !!!!!

My Wrapped Bitcoins

(https://www.coindesk.com/price/wrapped-bitcoin/) harnessed by the power of Scallions on Scallops with the own personally known, to me, the pleasantries of riding on a spelling bee with an award to see, along with God’s universe all the way to the edge so far away, and Allah, a bee, like “VELOCITY” that’s what I saw for me to see, Allah’s face like a Lamborghini “SUPREME VELOCITY” with those eyes, them eyes, to what I escaped from the THEM EYES, the naysayers surprise, their THEM EYES, like a Lamborghini (with my Lamb of God CD at home) where I want to be with only me to see the detonation of what other treated nation than the brain of Michelle Munt (pronounced Moont...) of jumbledbrain.com in the UK where the Queen Elizabeth, wellshe’s all gone—but a double-rainbow it showed, and when Jesus Christ died, it supposedly RAINED, needing the weekly weekday or weekend, the refrain of droplets dropping digits on the reverse lookup anywho dot-com when I will have it checked out by not “Dom” Candido or my “Mom” instead Aunt Donna Donohue who informs me of what is true — impending Depends on a granny’s rear end of the tomfoolery and I AM LUCKY oh-so lucky with what I endured for hours the feeling never got “sour” or old with a 20 year-old Justine Aragona:

I want to be with her, as I’m not a loaner or an oaf with Quaker State to stay here in my Apartment where these jerks on staff get into my swanky Apartment when I meant to peruse the news of North Korean dictatorship, an urban disgrace, blown up cities and feeling really shitty when I ask, “Did I do anything hateful, in the hospital???” way back when in 2004 and 2005 I barely survived, but I did, Pro For Quid, and I won’t quit until I’m doing done the reading, whence upon I prefer to heir my text unto the fortunate viewers, I have many, with the Chinese fans, what are their plans???  To plant a tree of green leaves and pests’ germs when I would dig for Wormholes in God’s space, I reached through His figure of it totally intact—not in smithereens—I stay away from “Teens”-anything but the occasions on the person of public videos on the “P Hub” to rub, my body all over and that’s the “Away” when I CHOOSE TO STAY and here at “Averte” where I fare well with my soul not burning or in hell that’s lower-case spelt with rocks to pelt the pops of rocks and Ribbits of rabbit’s hares, here, and I’ve put so much money into John Deere, Inc. with my chosen 1 stocks in my Gucci Flip-Flops (Bhad Bhabie on YouTube) when I haven’t used my clear Lubrican’t take it any longer and you can’t either at the danger to world-wide curb-side sitting on the shitter with kitty-litter to take out the TRASH... to put “where there is no sunlight” or XM Nation frigid fried Firey “gud spellar" most definitely, on my laptop, sitting pretty, swearing Cutty the retard broad here so long... ago, yeah she was fat and ugly, like there’s a really absurdly abundant with bunions of being so HEAVILY OBESE

with a loose caboose sipping sugary juice and she’s fine with her weight—loading up on Soda, it’s a shame to know-her—but she’s happy as is and her, unable to climb stairs without maximum efforts to thin up skinny Minnie with my own HOURS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, MY HOME, WITH MOM AND DAD... not here where I’m always alone and interested in the crypto-currencies like $BONE and $SHIB having known Elon Musk in 2005 or 2006 rubbing rubber to be done in the right way, and I’ll be here at “Averte” waiting for an International Catastrophe where here in Vermont, it’s where I’ll be—my tuning-for-Senator friend Bruce Fent-ON (Bruce F.) the millionaire many times over, promising him the great things to come true for Bitcoin and the Democratic deodorant-used, my AMERICA! EVERYTHING IS ALL FOR YOU!

And I'm not only a writer, but they drained one of my tobacco—BUT IT NOT USED for cigarettes or weed—PLEADING PLEASE MOM I URGE YOU TO RETRACT "MY SEED"—being *MY STOLEN SPERM* yeah get DAD on it and it'll be like the Fishing Tournaments when I world would FISH WITH WORM-HOLES, a tight fir at My LEFT FIST in where the sun wasn't UP yet and I left that creepy ol' house (his mother's...) with creepy ol' him, the gay faggot individual—I disdain homosexuality and "Trans"-Teens—that I tried getting in-between "Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave" too, alas his lesbian sister starting a Charity on NASDAQ: FB the profits I will see, just when, I cling to my mother the white hen of kitchens' pantries of oh relief, as I just drone on with this that I'm doing it very long, like where's the Top 21+ songs on the radio for the drinkers of the NYC-city, the drunks, they're very SHITTY like all of these jerks in my private life and public life, online, when once upon a time, "Who thought I'd go without wine??? or beer or liquor, bring it to the brink on the edge of thee, Jenner's "Hedge" of Draft Kings winning, me not sinning, hoping for a loud Black man to lend his hand on TV, with a commercial for the Commerce Bank (DO I HAVE A COMMERCE BANK ACCOUNT ???)

And when will this the hyper-sonic and Low Flow of an empty drain's DRAUGHT but pronounced with an utter (or an Udder) or then again maybe with an UPPER to see the light of what just might be that SportsRadar or whatever is just junk and Jenner is a Hunk of Hogie's loving Bogie's in the sand-trap when oh crap, I think upper-class and classy fellows—but not fat fucks ever—are the BEST DRESSED with a shoe-shine shone and NOT STONED BUT SHOWED, the video and audio TAPING ME!

Got a tap for that Army Vet with a Peg Leg?

Prada, bitches floozies with too much Brew-ski in December or Nov. 2nd to celebrate with Ember the employee who is she's V.P. I call it I've been saying it's my way of saying VERY PRETTY, AND I'M FINE, with any expositions of gratitude and gross, awful "Ambien" I don't need sleeping pills and I do just fine, me alive, but for how long? ;) tomorrow is September 11th, to bring, me to the height- I sing wearing not a "wedding ring" but Stellar crypto-currency it RINGS with my Mom, she sings! Golf with Pings!

Kim Jong-Un's sister was tearing up, her crying for what might happen with NO-ko nutted not for a while, sigh, a sign, like that "double rainbow" of me being the only one to know, and I know where I'll be when I sprout words and prose and professional poetry to the end: http://www.alwayschillen.com/endnear.htm =D

Surf the web, and trim that down-spot HEDGE, like Jenner S. is a great "Hedge Fund" kind (of) guy! Hi Dan Besse! =D

To stumble upon a trim-cut green feathered front lawn, with the porn coming via a virtual “Hub” of hubby in the tub, standing up, taking a shower, and bend-ing of over at this, when the pinky’s peaches I have floored followers—but like Flowers—at this the very hour when I disseminate seed to those Step-Mom’s in need of a youthful flavor to savior, and praise not “The Savior” (Jesus Christ gets zero belief of mine...) when I’m feeling fine with the Crucifix sublime, at the negative time in hours, of feeling God’s powers of Creation in this the USA Nation of and/or “The Nation” of not salami, but salmon and past-hammy meats at the Deli—so deliciously so, when I know, the worst to keep to myself, and saluting the soldiers moving boulders on the crest of Ryan Seacrest him at rest- and hoping to sleep soundly with no Int’l Alarm of the possible swarm (of warm, heated weapons) coming 9/11/2022 my America, this post is all for you said, we’d be safe with Osama replaced by Obama in the Navy Bars? OR barracks with the panics of principles plainly painfully plain and Lee jeans the miscarriage not to be seen, sitting in a church with a tremendous and dumb tumultuous string of stirring in the stirred YOU-TO-US utmost-us single in the Worn Womb of democratic “Aristocrats”… them crazy phat-cats with all of the cash, and best yet, they make a bet: to fuck in the dollar-signs of her a$$

I haven't gotten high in years from THC, but I have small amounts of CBD, that Elon Musk likes, and I've spoken to him on the phone for 44 minutes in 2005!

What wheat and when, without weeds in the garden of Everlasting Love (by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpbGEdMuF10) when another conquistador comes to the table-  and him willing and able to spill a fill of green grapes’ whitest whine of I’M NOT A “COMPLAINING CAUCASIAN” of white trash heritage no that’s not me, albeit with my white Skim nevermore as the 1% choc. milk is in the refrigerator door... and much more IN STORE, “SALES” of portly people and their “Ale” of beer to steer-clear of the introduction to intoxication and foreign inebriation, like the inebriated and in-breeded Wonder bread with what SET-SAIL instead of the “tired of being bumming and humble” (Twitter your thumbs, nimble thin silk sink Thimble at the Table...) and girlie’s birthday handles “P1nk” who sought to thaghout, and it all out with where do we go for from here? “John Deere” Stocks of mine soldered into a soldiers armor of under-ale very pail and sand-shovel here comes a witches’ bitches Coven with an open Over stale with what again? The Ail-ing need to come begging to and fro, for reciprocity and the emerald city on the pavement service in the surface succumbing to the once-known happiness growing like a sitting stool, to digest and digress, this from reading my prose&poetry when we all see the boredom of the out-of-the Barstool tools in the Shed, a coat of kittens’ hair-balls, of the razored off “The fuzz” when it’s fun to have fun, BUT NO BUZZING!

Stay tame and check the checkers of the Inspector’s God-get “God Given” to the God Giver of Rev. Jim Chase my supposedly-deceased inhibitor of inebriation Brian, my “Brain” to the refrain of French ancestry so please take a whiff of the while we digest a piece of Liver- Gifts from the Robin Givens, her book “A Life” I hope to have a caucasian wife, with me cocky and lucky to have Stayed with The Soul, and The Spirit, but with no proverbial and proven “liquor’s ‘Spirits’” — SOBER 2016+ — when no one knows the joy of being and seeing forever is geeking out in Space with Allah... yes, Allah at “a million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond” I accelerated the whole entire way, and I’ve never, ever gotten a girl pregnant—I was taking the Lid off of a jar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQeHSC-kwlk)

https://www.amazon.com/Walking-King-Anne-Skinner/dp/1502316897

Hi Rev. Anne Skinner, "Get Well Soon!"

Hi Samantha!

When the Chuck and E.asy Cheese in the North East plays, the ember decays and leaving a flop on the floor to Mom! Quick get the mop and take it from the top of the wheezy heavy here’s HEEZY with Jim Weezy weekends with out any “Friends” despite the “Benefits” bereft, when I sew the seed to sift through this my need to watch... my Armitron watch unwind, all of THE TIME, being a watch, for now, forgoing the pricey Movado as I do what I know with my Justine’s great gift:  A “Skeleton” Watch that I tinker with a flicker of a spick and a negro-jangles from the right-handed Angles around all sharp and precise, precious doggy with mites and lymph nodes “lice” that’s not so spliced (jeans of Gene’s) for hygiene with my eventual queen showering more than me about 3 times a week, stunk in the stinky Silk Singing SINK of wearing pink Minks all Fall season, for luxurious (bragging) reasons, appearing above (appealing to me, as rich as I can be, I am!) with a Mother Dove—Justine’s favorite soap, when she would MOPE waiting for me to awaken. A seizure “Shaken but not Stirred!” Wearing stirrups with dozens of sit-up’s, li’l pups, and in a Pumpkin Patch—being over me one-eye’ing it, like how oh shit I have double-double vision. vision. so thusly wearing spectacles, ever so spectacular, as I’ve gone fishing many times... Mannie’s Nick and his football (wedding) Tackle to for tits for tat’s and that’s that!