Garish Garden of Either Then, Mother Hen (Deborah Marquis) with Husband, Wayne, with them knowing I'm on "medz" being partially insane! ;)

Tastey taste the air of a Creme-Boule $CAKE to pull that neato victorious vim when I feel no whim to start a fan-made family of Marquis Majesties Wayne and Deborah living loving lives of visiting me, who I am a sweetie who, needs a TBI girlfriend, Too, like mine my own Traumatic Brain Injury that was “severe” to say the least, but it’s really at the MOST OF MY DAMAGE TO MY BRAIN... is “permanent” although I “Recovered” so much, I thank the Nutraceuticals I had many years ago, like GHRP-6 with a $200 package thrown away by my parents who they those two I mentioned, I wanted to grow in size and strength at one of the three gyms I’ve belonged to- but this was years ago and I only do push-up’s that I am able to do some more decline sit-up’s in my Apartment that’s nice:

Retail re-told

sipping sour

at any hour

and to dine

with Dina

no wine!

Speaking to the ointment (valuable oils) of before bereft unkempt to top-notch of a showered cracker toodle to the loo, also in the bathr-oom to a ship set said sailing in the perusable pleasures of silky soap and on-a-rope, a lynched wigger with a single pointer-finger stroking the trigger, to the none of the corporeal Son, named Hunter-  crack stunting the bodily growth, so nope, I’m not so tall with an incoming injection to the stereotypical Islamic Nation and Allah Ackbar thusly so far I am with God and my parents—love them so much—my crutch(es) showcased shoe-wear of the torn rips and my SHATTERED LEFT HIP

When the SEVEN PIECES come all come one, they come all together, staying such and shitty as so, repaired piece by being at peace, this TOGETHER, hopefully forever!