I am thankful to have a great YouTube selection of songs and a Sirius Radio in my Apartment, plus the TV... its dimensions widely horizontal and Vertical ventricles and a FLAT-SCREEN!

Cross-Country the XC running races with an exhausted faces of jogging for fun, once, and of when I trained my peg legs to trim the fat of me—always so, so skinny—then in high school, at SAINT JOHN’S I would be a mediocre student feeling the zest of Total White Crest of toothpastes to include a COPY &

pasted such images a waste of time? OR NOT- with my precious Mom gardening, as per my salute to peruse the playful images, picking snot, blowing my knows here for you and now this is the highest peak of my planning out the week—having had a nice week’s end of calling my friends—no answer—is this about that “Cancer” email of 2005 or 2006 ???

When the answers align upright and standing up straight, uptight snookum’s when the robbers, they took them, the valuables of necklace laden jewels and watches

Happenings of some urban dwellings, Ripley does the smelling of sniffs when the cooking for dinner, the sweet smells come adrift—and drifting in Japanese vehicles—the onlookers smelling burnt rubber, looking on when so ambient, players of violins with Visions & Dreams

Without Dramamine being bare of any sort of “buzz”—so Dave no “narcotics” where you be, thirsty and swelling as per the, the, oh say what’s up, stuck up to being a sort of person who sucks at what is to be done with my younger cousin being a victim—of these addictive drugs—he needed hugs and a SOBER father—watch your mouth, one another—ask my Mother—Debbie M. like the Majesty her own, her being one of those I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD!

Of so what the such and such and Derek—as per the crazy thoughts of that girl from the mental-hospital, Castronovos? The plethora of cut marks on her arms and body, that’s so shitty—this when she needed help and I got lunch and dinner from my family bringing me five-star seafood from my favorite restaurant—they stole my “The Sole Proprietor” t-shirt and a few other shirts—this thievery of the one’s who be—here with my 3.5 hours away from my Mom and Dad and Aunt Donna Donohue—I miss them—who?—well the ones who have my back—without them then and now—what to do but THANK ME, Jeffrey Marquis of my real home being in Charlton, MA with my Mom and Dad- I count on them and who? well Aunt Donna Donohue and my Brother Justin and friend Dana Gardner, along with my best phone-friend Elon Musk of 2005 those 40+ minutes of excitement and Enlightenment, on the phone with famous people—I got on Facebook early through my Dad, that who I thank him and improving my typing for YOU, the reader, the hi-ho heaver of snatching at a bereaved breeder Beaver, albeit with no Woodie “Allen TX” vehicle for me when to see, my home, my HOME, my hopefully moving closer 3.5 hours away, now, and known, I’m with my Massachusetts Driver’s License and not having driven a car in years, that I would previously pilot the “van” of this “Averte” when I had no fender-benders or any mis-steering the my Mom, so endearing...

Onto my John Deere Stocks—my Dad took—paid by me that I hope my Daddy does see, the profits are not taken from me, the millionaire with a million billion trillion ways of “Caring” and my starting to be sharing the same thing over and over, like Elon Musk—that once on the phone—on and on and on I drone about Elon Musk having been on the other begging beginning of my following him and his voice, out of the earpiece of my previous cellphone at Geneva St. with Derek Langlois:

Castronovos drew THIS CRAYON PICTURE, IMAGINAL MINDED, of one of her mental-instability Fantasies of her dreamy derangement, strange thoughts of hers disseminated

I met the overweight her Mrs. C. with deep slashes all over her arms in a mental-hospital when I was partnered with Mrs. Neas, those times, oh those times, water in my and OUR being lacking any whining when allowed to stay together all night long, cuddling, then come morning for eggs and bacon with what some MILK AND MEDICATIONS!

She was CRAZY!