HAPPY HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Damn doctors shrunk my loins (long arms 2.5” longer and legs 3” TaLLer) to the limbo of a macro typed image in a montage of only 21+ friends and females, delivered through the MALE ORDERED BRIDE AND NO-HOMO !!!!! to go in “Bro Mode” my own, there’s the sunglasses and tall bottles of Diet Mountain Dew, to fruit of the Tomb of King TUT with Queenie “Titties” on display for some FOUR AND PLAY to me the Single Singer of mingling with the lasses of ample asses, and their Stacked Boobies’ Bodies when I’m not too shoddy in the playland (on a plane, and plain breaded my short beard ONLY...) what Wonders of Wonder Bread sliced ’n’ diced so thinly—that I prefer “Canadian White” in loaves of lost lovers instead, that whites-only type of bread and oats, coming at you with the most discrete references to a browser’s Preferences and I never deleting online History of notes and hairs on my scrot-ummm what’s the diff? to be married by surprise, mine eyes—I say, what to be rekindled, and ever so kindly I mind me be, my own bid-ness, albeit with no “Domina Mistress” my love for soapy Dove in the shower of days upon days ago—u gno?—the bare hairs with the ladies, they love me, when they stairs in the cottage, but not of cheese—oh geez—a reference to King Christ in misty May to have a Playdate with a mate of magnificent Tango to the jimbled jango...

Some Japanana-knees tingle with a tinkle on a drain—call me insane for pissing on a shower-partner’s left leg, let me finish the stream when no longer to be seen—I say when that’s fine with me, sitting pretty under a Maple Syrup kinda hiccup, of course, being a Tree in the “garden of Dana Gardner” previous best friend of many years, but him breaking up with Larissa, that brought him near a tear, when torn of the scorn, “SHE CHEATED!” The Creator with a meteor on a crashed course at the sand dunes of lost balls—to the walls of empty corridors and sometimes a Nurse will pass—me, them curious, what it feels like I left them the delight of DNA sentiment insufflation on the Islamic Nation with Americans hating Iraqi Saddam when launching a bomb-grenade on The Esplanade and “Their Plan”

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

This when I never “Took The Stand”- to ING still as in my previous impervious stillchillen.com (seen on Archive.org I highly recommend) when commended by Peter L S. who knows the 10 Commandments well, when well, or sick, 3 weeks shrunken dick—back bigger now thanks to 1 wondrous pill—my Neuro-psych brought me back to a BIGGER SIZE—forgoing French-lineage to be Miss McDonalds, my jowls FRIED when applying pressure to the tame younger chubby her, making my grown groin grow in size—my mental-hospital “Part-near” and, I, no longer afraid of the quiet time in a lonely room, playing with Boney — and 3 “anorexic” girls on my D at once, that one time in 8 East mental hospital when I bequeathe upon the to READ:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/05/31/hey-here-it-is-my-first-re-write/

Planting seeds in the dental cavities, my motors working on my teeth to be brushed like bare hares of Bears and hopping Bubbles Bunnies when, this, yours truly typing funny keystrokes at a late time of day to be in bed—I’m mostly Nocturnal (Doctor’s pills in the mix) of Bradford, VT’s “Averte” type hicks—that Paul here, my friend, he’s so nice to me (!!!) and riding his horsey, he be, taking in by the sad Saddle to get ‘atter with a Wall St. hater, that comes later, when, and then, signed with a Mont Blanc pen—I ordered for $315.00 and come in the mail but to be “set sail” ME NOT HAVING ALE IN 3 YEARS! SOBER 2016 (!!!) of Halloween candles and a can-did attitude of a broken bitch, her no longer “a prude” and showing cheery attitudes with low sealed-level attitudes!

Waves rising and Raises with the indirect “Bonuses” at the job of maybe an opposite gender—and a popsuckle—of Ice Cream Cones (klonDIKE L.!)

Her husband is getting a sex-change and he’s now known as “Kirsten” that I frown upon their family—and the dead brother heroin junkie—Google: “Dead Dave the Heroin and Liquor Slave” because him, I tried to SAVE DAVE! when calling his parents on the phone after he risked the lives of him and I—worst person I’ve ever known D.P.

I begged his Mom to get him off opiates and quit drinking!

My Mom grabbed the phone away and said, "HE'S FROM TOO GOOD A FAMILY!"

I tried to get him off drugs in 2013 or 2014 with my own money, which Dan said he'd use a little of his own money to get Dave off his intravenous drugs like heroin, plus drinking, may he rest in peace and he risked my life drinking 4 16 ounce beers and driving me, when I didn't drink a sip!

Lacking dismay, is me, when disappointed at pointing his fingers to slit that turkey-neck and praying at the his "Wake" he be in Purgatory at best *shrug* or HIM BURNING IN “HECK” !!!!! *shrug* . . . he having risked my life in 2016!