What's more important? : straight pride? white pride?

The foreign immigrant reproducer intruder—protrudes of a lady-like breast with the rest of the Wild Turkey its meat to eat, them stinky sticking feet love glued into a shoe — my left “shoe-lift” — sands of time, they shift, and showers... drip, to the Drop and give me a $20 flat-note on the plaid and plaid piano screaming how so? asking a question of urban thugs’ dereliction in the PD direction, and there’s Pedro sporting a slim erection- this, his Intention for Int’l calling cards, calling banks in France 2013 or 2014 with Dan—where’s my $$,$$$,$$$ ??,???,??? to the boom of the jets-capades and Bing Bing Benny holding 2 pennies—I swear I will donate to Rev. Anne Skinner of “Hannah House” instead of the ye olde Charlton Church—holding a candle, JMRQ Heavy Industries and alwayschillen and jmarquis710 my Handles, albeit without any pot for a long, long time now—abiding by CBD to take the carefree (gum) shooting of shots at Hooters, curb darkies with the boots on, to say the least, at now the egg nog season—for me—drinking beer or alcohol next to terrible treason—but of only my SOBRIETY 2016. . . yeah no sips in 3+ years and not thinking about liquor on this ye Holy season, some take celebration too far—at a Tavern type-of Type-O Negative bleeding cuts and squirting shots for the pulled trigger of a dead, motherfucker, from where but An Afri-cation Nation needing food and HIV-drugs when they’re covered in flies—they’re amassed in BIG BEETLE BUGS! while I give the dark-ones no “hugs” they have hair-plugs and “Weaves” me “Weebs” alias Jim to the Weeble, thing thimble and a heroin needle: Defiant and “deplorable” Dave the heroin junkie, dead now, that his suicide he couldn’t stand being part of BAD AWFUL GENES OF HEREDITY, the slovenly drunk smokers/drinkers of Dave’s mother and father and lesbian sister, I’ll leave out her husband/wife with his/her “SEX CHANGE!”

Oh man! oh come on! SERIOUSLY??? 2 kids with birth and now, and only now, she’s a lesbian? Isn’t that sinful of her and her brother—suicide selfish jerk, now dead, heh—I tried to get them both help and their parents are ignorant, that they should be begging for forgiveness from The Almighty God, as they raised two bad examples in the refined and generally good American population, but then, them scummy people

And, there’s a man/woman worker where I stay !!!!!!!!!!!! —that I take as a threat to me—because I’ve been raped by a man who took Estrogen YES, the English teacher at my Saint John’s High School, post-graduation! OH THE PAIN! HE SPANNED OUT ON TOP OF A NAKED ME! HE TRAPPED ME BENEATH HIM WITH MY SCREAMING IN PAIN! 

I WANT YOU ALL TO NOT DRINK AND BE SOBER EVERY NIGHT AND DAY!

Camaradie in “Gated Communities” when ever so, so splendidly, my Macintosh does that to me, on the screen, always seen but the lid drooped droppy and sloppy, when Eating at Joe’s, you all leave tips, now don’t you... Michael Jordan “jersey” with Mark Cuban, coming when who then but Jenner excited about what gained no profits, as I said, I want to be a www.draftkings.com is on, and seeing commercials I opted for “Draught” like pronounced as “Draft” with penal colonies connected and generally un-respected to check yourself true, and who, but YOU and who’s done with one at one, Setting Sun at Ash to Ash, DUSK TO DUSK! really the sun sets evenly *rimshot*

Of others tempers tampering with my PC for Politically Correct- with a mission as to a Gender Mutilation Creation of Puberty gym-lockers with Football “Blockers” of The New Kids, said to be “On The Beef” in chief, with a Chef, when this my Holy name given to me it’s “Jeffrey” with the official alias of “Jeff M” and “Jeffry” when I am the one to her slim amount of belly fat, because it I pinched, I cinched clothes revolving around it and was no floozy bitch, predestinationed to sizzle her hottie “shorty” (she was short) and she didn’t have to Abort any footballs foodie footprints in the sand, on land brushing the Ocean magestik (54) for more of that Bravo “Johnny Broadway Driveway Hemslay, a mighty Bravo’” putting on a show, a real show, and then a game, these CTE brains smashed and mooshed, seeing blurry the players at the plate, being naysayers

Pitch a tent and peruse the bruise on a used car, the hindside door, albeit with some more to the Horse’s Power turning wheels and churning meals, with 4 wheels and painting art all to be seen—those of my saved photos when I had friends, but me staying at “Averte” that has seen the ends of all, tall D. and small, the WSU “flyer” sitting pretty and even more being beautiful as a God-given stirred soul, of the WSU College (and QCC) days of old, unlike what’s in store for more of when we all sleep, in a luxurious fluffy bed—that I have a precious MyPillow to snooze—it’s been some years since I’ve drank “booze” with Banksy, his artwork curbside in Ukraine, that we’re giving them Patriot missiles, my America, I say, GO USE!

Chandelier Candles simmer me tiny sips of the DRIP nature’s waivering “WATER” of salt and fresh, fresh like a new and upcoming bicyclist star—livelong and LIVESTRONG diet soda and seltzer every, well,  constantly sipping of aluminum cans, that in the United Christmas New England and the United Kingdom, and is it superintelligent of me to partake in $CAKE I saw today, that I may have made $23,000,000 yesterday and $22,000,000+ today with a jingling and chiming, repeating, “jmarquis710” and with my own “JMRQ Heavy Industries” I ask you to Google me at my “JMRQ Heavy Industries” It's my Google entry with what knowing of of what happened to Peter S. and me not approving of him or his JW.org that did you see what the Jehovah's Witness "News" today is?

Married couple dead in apparent murder-suicide outside their former Jehovah’s Witnesses congregation, police say

https://www.cnn.com/2022/12/25/us/colorado-jehovahs-witnesses-homicide-investigation-dead/index.html

JW they picked one random name out of the Bible and they don't worship God directly, they call Him Jehovah and it's not a human!!! it's God and all else, it's the universe and all else, yeah the universe is infinite because it's always growing "at the speed of light" and Allah is pure velocity I want to be ALWAYS ACCELERATING WITH ALLAH AND VISITING GOD EVERY NIGHT WITH JUSTINE ARA or Alx N. my friend, who, you all are like real idiots if you think she's bringing a big Black or Gay guy who he would have the car as Alx N. doesn't drive = the JW "murder-suicide-incident-lately" worship "Jehovah"!!! and they had to stop preaching door-to-door years ago, because their organization/Religion had to stop doing what they did, talking to random people, door-to-door and people minding their own business and GOD IS THE GREATEST!

I call it more than "acceleration" I'm serious- it was like "Dancing in Space with Allah" and then with GOD!

 

Christmas today, remember I call it "Dancing" (accelerating)

BANANA CLAUS

Seeping seeing seen weak necessities to  I AM ALIVE!  I HAVE CONQUERED TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY 2004

And being Christmas Day, I’m sought and fraught of Friendly’s Fribbles, widening waisted lines of say, 32” inches seeping stitches and having REMOVED my BULLET-in “Board” “The Poetic Voice” that freedom of my choice to stay home with my Bro last night, as opposed to watching a 60 year-old man in front of the Church Uptown, me not believing in Jesus Christ with a frown, yeah Dave’s parents are here and bothering me, yeah me, the one who let a loser out of my life and into “heaven/hell” I believe in with my choice religion, that my experience in 2013 after my near-death experience in 2004, that, years later I’m a hot potato with a thirst for marinara mirengue “THE GINGUS” yeah Dan is in good attendance reading my words but keeping his promise of not talking to me until 2023 because of Miley Cyrus’ “23” song that I want to put on to be sporting ludicrously in a Fast Ferrari after eating at VIA where David Renaud works with a “2023” number “23” for Michael Jordan and Mark Cuban who really needs to race me for Pink Slips when, and only when, I finally drive a Tesla Roadster with my Tesla Stocks that have gone way up since 2013 when I invested so much money it was delightful-  I believed in Elon Musk, that his SpaceX would get to space — even cooler than zero gravity that can be done with planes — and years ago North Korea put its missiles on “trains” of transportation in a fully foreign nation, that the documents ceized of Decentralized “Crypto” Currencies: “Dan invest in “doggystyle”” that I use Stylez P. in my Bitchain, hundreds of thousands of pages created with a Programmer and us two, Dan and I, buying Microsoft Word to create Concrete Wallets, maybe with the several USB keychains we used to store the delightful fortune of the fortunate “Investors” Dan and me!

Dan I can give you a lot more wealth!

It’s all in my name, I’m happy about and you’ll be worth many more millions of dollars if those TEN BITCOIN WALLETS are still active and you’re wheeling and selling or selling before 2023 isn’t allowed, that maybe i found the magic number (not 100) but $69,044.77

I don't use Tik-Tok. I don't spy on any girls online, because here at "Averte" I feel the sunshine and star-lit, to "The Pit" L-and-R under-arms

Quirkie behavior of the Savior with Heavenly flavor, as in Chicken Noodle Soup when I say not I... and nope, to smoking the “dope” of delicate ways and adopting strays, the kittens of a little litter when pitter-patter with Sailing Sally tree-tops Therapy, where I’ll be—hopefully my Therapist appointment not canceled for a fourth time to tell—something sells the transferred Bitcoin “wallets” of anonymous source—all me—and as wealthy, also so able, like me—when to see the blurred lines fashioned and ever-so fashionable with ample aromas and aerials earrings blinging bright the star-lit night, bereft of Cool Whip Colgate FLOSS, that proverbial “flava” and back to the Savior, it’s all nice at the nighttime Caring to Carry-On so sweetly ever-most appropriate for Christmas dinners—coming soon—when driving down a street named “June” to the Street and marching foot on the rightmost pedal, but going slow, driving a new car slow, all to show and sew the sweat, armpits bereft of shaven follicles—always in the shower at a mid-afternoon hour, Patched so Sour in a pack of gum for the #1 urinary distraction, the still water gets some Lights! Camera! Action! when snow-time driving reproduces a hesitant Reaction (Kenneth Cole ‘Cologne’) with words I am not alone, but waiting patiently for my 100-200 pages 38.4MB in size=8 font!  when yeah I wrote a lot, with so much to say, slinky noodles with dot-com nudes of my Miley—bought her CD a day or two after it was released, and I’ve only tasted yeast of a chicken—oh my and oh the pro to the Teen never to be seen or viewed, there’s too many little ladies wearing backside panties, taken off with a video Arba and Dr. Ross — this after Klonopin prescribed in 2002, when my worries were few, popping the medication, stretched on an Atlantic beach, AMERICA I PREACH, and reaching beyond God, all night lasted until sunrise, the rod of a substantial substance in white—with my repetitious “prod” to a sorry old dike, I would drive the Mass Pike to get “Social Anxiety” HELP from clinicians and exercises—but being old enough to drink, when the bars’es bears were near and a delicious Burrito-serving location, I’ve said plenty about my “American Nation” with maddening might, despite the passing of a great man, Mr. Madden my Dad’s co-owner in a business of glad tidings to see this mystery—what millions of dollars in my TD Bank—Dad and Dan to thank, Tom Hanks, when shaking hands or doing fists, flexing the wrists while jotting words upon TextEdit, I take all of the Credit for bringing to light—when I salute a mouse temperately tempted by a block of Easy Cheez, oh jeez, I AM NOT A “CREEPER” but anymore no not stalking anyone, this while no longer blocked by Mannie—she is my fantasy—her a cheerleader beautiful, when I’ve had my fill of another girl with on who I creeped, telling her “I preach” to her, nothing new, but we are through—after a Restraining Order in the court, of a peculiar sort, I cheered up quick to sport, to spot, I don’t smoke CBD—I take it by mouth and dreamlong with a singing song of “The Social Network” when the audio continues... while in Shrews- to Berries in the kitchen, I always eat them in a tall-tale bowl of I like how they “Fold” my laundry, and I have a “Pantry” but no panties, ever on, I applaud women who wear, thin things and bootie shorts, the iron trompers tied so right with also a lefty to be put on before take-ing a hike or riding a bike—I got soe attitude from Mike the cookered Chef here, him, one of two and who, they prepare my food, to be fed, that the pizza tonight had big crusts—I don’t like to eat much bread—when I crave the meat to eat LOW-CARB healthy weight that I am strong and can carry a Freight of a straight Liner when I liked to use a lot of ketchup on home-fries (I WANT TO LIVE IN A HOME NEAREST MY PARENTS!!!!!) that’ll be me in my Throne and “crypto-currencies”—I saw something interesting in $BONE—Charlton, MA my real home with “Health Proxy” breathe in, Mom and Dad—they know I live clean for my Clients of Eastern Woodies with the Willies and frantic, locked in an attick- to the www.ticktalk.com of Tik-Tok I choose not to use, or peruse the putted-down Black Panther of an Anthem (Sway+Tech) oh when I talk about my squack Candido my Shrink, missing Dr. Rothman and Dr. Kent—the few bills in my wallet—they replenish ever-so often, I want my “Crypto” with me in a coffin sometime I see a natural old-age kinda dead me, retired but always writing, me delighting my peeps, and I’ve blocked out the geeks, for many weeks not Following the new “Friend Requests” as I beat Kings Quest on my 386 PC — a fun game, reading the official manual of how to conquer to the game Kings Quest—and I’ll leave out the rest about the Eunuchs of primordial times, when soldiers and drunkards would drink “Mead” in a Meadow of who but the Sopped up spilled milk, shrill, and chill at my www.alwayschillen.com and renewed by me until 2025, all the files to see of HTM pages, but NOT FOR ALL AGES!  with the Eagles playing the Pats tonight—my New England team won so flip through my many pages!

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vf4mMCpNY0

Lil Wayne - "A Milli" I have a lot of money in TD Bank!