Glossy lips, cookie between the hips, and racing for "pink slips" *vroom-vroom*

Taken of mine Crown with French Ancestry, hoping to get some weights lifted within, coma-laden 3 weeks, my eyes unable to open but for peeps and shouted the loudest, of voices, some sinners present (I.C.U. at UMass) with their painful prodding and punching the comatose ME, as great as I could be, time being only temporary, and surgeries lifting me to the highest peeks flithy people surrounding me and causing me immense pain—November 2, 2004—I received a Traumatic Brain INJURY that the darkness of dreaming delightly out-of-sight for me, the exterior of “Intensive Care”—jerks wanted me to never recover—unable to stand—their suffering in my one working hand, my right-side recovered but a PARALYZED LEFT SIDE OF MY ENTIRE BODY—flying with Boeing and boo-ing with Jerry’s Ben’s “jeers”—later turning into cheers of my friends and Marquis-only “Family” I made them proud but little did they know I was with Allah (1/2 times) wearing a Shroud, that, remember, some doctors were proud but some of them really, really SHITTY, to me, the victim of a “Their Plan” gone wrong... 2004 I hate the fucks who pleaded, “KILL YOURSELF IF YOU NEVER FUCKED A VIRGIN!” so I did, with what inclement weather, Mercy on my Mom and Dad—they tried to stop my enemies, A. and A.—knowing they were dealing with what me butt-raped in 2001/2002 roughly, and a faggot, well I chose not to be—I didn’t enjoy it—I’m not a homosexual and I love women the most of all AND NOTHING “TEEN”—me to be too old to be with one of them talk about absurd and surely, 30 year-old Shirley praying to not Temple but Mecca, me the Islamic, having pulled a switch-a-roo on who but the fools who believe in Jesus Christ (Google: “virgin birth”) “Parthenogenesis”—there have been many all-natural “Virgin Births” dubbed out of the lime-light, me ignoring Jesus Christ—a simple “virgin birth” that happen sometimes but rarely—so and so, I worship Allah and God who “work together” with a giving lover total-body O’s you know, *ghasp* in a chasm an oral retraction from the man who raped me in 2001/2002 one night during the Holiday CHRIST-mas season, for one Hell of a reason, to wine and dine in a fine drug’s applause, sweet and shod, up my nostrils it went and all night I spent, time with sex-sex-sex Mr. John Deedy—he raped me—but I was cool with a Jehovah’s Witness (male) going South with his Mouth—that Peter didn’t want to stop—and my wish to see L. Griffin—it was nulled as per her leaving—so Ellie here at “Averte” does weaving—I bought her a designer bag for her yarn and yearning to impress me, bereft of a lady’s laying contact with what Justine Aragona’s face would light up at a nightly sight, “PEE-PEE” and we were all smiles! =)

I talked to Mike Lindell the MyPillow guy on the phone when he was in Mexico, that addict, in 2005/2006 when I suggested fabrics from THE NILE or The Middle-East producing pillows fast—him buying a trailer truck I take credit for, since I told him my Dad had three trailer trucks at his $36,500,000 ECM Plastics, Inc. about 1 decade ago, you know?