My parents thought it was funny a certain bar I walked to and home in Oxford, MA -- they all liked this shirt I bought on Amazon.com -- I invested many thousands into Amazon in 2013 or 2014 when I actually predicted Coronavirus (my choice of name, with my idea for a "19" emailing China!)

I be so ultimately good and with no cigarettes, so sugary albeit in the trash of a wasted piece of filth, on the 1% choc. milk

Thick books of prindle pawns all reaching a deep dark “YAWN” when once His Magesty committed to mental-hospitals 5 times, lacking a Holy glass of inter-twined “wine” not drinking SOBER 2016 that’s alrighty Almighty fine to absorb the buds of Kind ways to wellness with her lady’s seamstress, the needle-prick’s finesse to a point, of abstaining the press press press “Cardi B” she sings while tossing the Trojan wrapper, flushed Dow the stock market in the honcho-hondo Honda light-socket of epidermis Pores, and feeding the needy, pleased and bearded, him liquor-free, like me, alas, a glass of Ale — it would leave me and the seemings Pale and bucket to say the kindness of my mindfullness minding the most up ’n’ most coming of onto the lies of “Averte” with TIES to my corrupt kinship of ouch my left hip in 7 pieces, then in 2004 when I ran a store (GNC) of gentle kindness and minding my owned business of Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” me praying for profits (The Prophets) donation to my Islamic Nation of true believers in Allah and God (The Creator of His universe) being belonging to God yes- my reaching beyond Him at the edge of space, I found my place, awed and owed, owning His Great “Illusion” but to therefore win with absolutely taking in the kitchen sink by the hammer of a roast on buttered toast to tinkle Trinkets with crickety croaking *ribbit-ribbit” sheared fine and getting “a head” instead of the masturbatory mindlessness of bad, bad, that’s my Hennesey in the fullest bottle of sudsy soap to clean a crotch, me saying “NOPE TO DOPE” the gack junk injected and Dave reflected, at what hurt him most, his deep dark secret of Heroin unleashed with my DOGEKILLER $LEASH hence the stylish syllables of cluck swims to bread and butter, me never smoking butts, the CBD I keep in my clutches, at-mostwhile sticking the sneaker to shift the Subaru to accelerate, and not having driven a Hot-Rod to tunnel with a beer-drops FUN-TIME class-report on The Chunnel with migrants shuttled in, crossing the border of Me-hi-co to the avail (and discretion) of the migrant popularity

Their brownest brownies and remaining thin, the population of Mum ’n’ Pop markets with basking in the Basket Bass-Fishing of Dad Great Wayne Marquis, a great man, never reading “Revelations in Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’” to him un-tall but with his profits soaring and me imploring, “GIVE ME PHAT STACKS OF $CISH-CASH, DADDY PLEASE!” as I beg on my needs to please and peruse the hues of Honda’s “Accord” with Lance Armstrong YES, my 2 LIVESTRONG yellow bracelets onto meet Jeff Bridges and with alongside me and my Bride, not Brain of mine and her’s, so injured and us absurd-est with a bountiful chest of choked chicken meet to see a paraplegic eat with his or her FEET, and me at the track-meat of curdled bacon and CRISPR technology, always with a Drive in gear of Richard I’m withered in the top-notch of the Hotel Totem Pole of North and South Arctic ice, unlike Africa where the whitest are to be SPIT-iest when it happens of the the thing with Chandler St. Taxi’s going RING-RING and my cellphone is silenced aft the oft of the time ‘o’ day, I just got my clothing layed and speared like SPREAD ‘EM IN BED when Justine got my sheets a tad-bit (no bitey) RED of when I needed it most, and tip the Tiphdizzle!

“Glass” a narcotic, to roast some toast on the Atlantic Coast or in the Greendale Mall, walking tall, at the utmost virtual and vertical leap on my feet of cast-iron (Ore) I invested in where it’s so cheap and I have it stored, more Bitcoins, I implored, and Dad’s fishing lures of vintage age 21+ happy when the on-screen babes are clapping with The Clap to sit a “stripper Ho” on my lap, to dancing and Lance Armstrong “Prancing like the WSU ‘Lancers’” when I’m all for the Flyer, her married now

It's an old photo, and is she still married? I like girls in their 30's-years-medium-old!

Is this the BTC.com "Ledger" of MY Bitcoins?

https://explorer.btc.com/stats/rich-list

After signing papers for millions of dollars, some lended to me, I predicted the highest price of Bitcoin in 2013 or 2014... yeah it reached $69,000+ I want a girlfriend !!!!!