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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my bed) or groaning upon the first steps of getting up, as per the 11 a.m. wake-up call, coming stricken and personally withdrawn, so long, that time with Justine — me loyal to her — hoping she’s too Disabled and Handicapped for the average man, with her now 30 years-old or young, I’m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

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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!

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