I don't have a step-mom, I'm talking humor like goggles at the <>< aquarium I've given a lot to my Christian Church, that was enough to take by my breathing away, my glasses are old, and the warm water comforting me! =)

A vast hemisphere to having chosen “John Deere” STOCKS oh I endear them so, I know you know, shake that booty you “Ho-Ho-ho” confused and playing into a ruse of ruffled feathers—spanked and spunk with the denim on she plays along, and playing with the GPS and Sirius, and she looks at the off 'da' wall shelving:

And shivering now, HOLY COWS! a docile breed of animal and fed to spread the Bovine Growth Factor, so robbed of Mother’s Milk—a STEP-mom wearing silk swindled of the younger “father's son”—of the younger KIND, and nice to meet you Step Mom on Google and while I’m protruding a Dude steps on-screen, that, OH THE LUCKY HIM! which is of course because “STEP-moms” are in style all over online, kinda sorta! At least I'm caught up in Fantasy, as I AM WITHOUT A  STEP-mom, so and so, I be not flirty at all!

A bottle of vitamins fell on my head!

Last year I went overboard with vitamins and supplements, so they were all thrown away into the trash, my Dad made sure he disposed of them all, so much money wasted! 💪

I had my Assistant Manager employment at General Nutrition Centers, Inc. and I thought vitamins taken in abundance would HEAL MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY!

Like the IGF-1 LR3 and IGF-1 DES helped me tremendously!

Go Google: "IGF-1 brain"

Increased serum levels of IGF-I in children have been associated with higher IQ.

To Pastor Ray Duncan:

I saw the light and God is The Father, The Creator of His universe at the edge of space, honest to Him as I know as fact my prayers and religious artifacts in bed, that long night, about 8 hours or so of intense focus -- about 4 or 5 hours into it I accelerated with Allah, I call it "The Enlightenment" -- yes Allah and The Qur'an answered my intense prayers to be with God, pointing straight up and saying to my greatest love ever, so much that I'm not totally into other girls after what she's shown me, that Blessed night of love and passion -- oh, about The Passion, well I didn't have a single prayer to Jesus Christ because I know a lot about REAL THE MANY that have always occurred, "virgin birth" that is now known as "Parthenogenesis" which happens where Jesus Christ was one of these "Miracle Births" or "Divine Creation" or whatever you want to call it -- that is done in hospitals now with only a woman and ZERO SPERM -- I read it on Time.com in 2004 there was a new "Parthenogenesis birth" that really got me really, really angry at my Protestant Church and Saint John's High School where at Saint John's it became popular to recognize Jesus Christ as merely a human who was tortured, a mistake by the evil Jews or whatever, and a great big percentage of my SJ Class of 2000 are "Islamic" like I am... mostly the ones with wives *shrug* so anyways with "My Experience" I was taken straight up out of the Solar System always accelerating at what I know factually as "A million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond" me traveling accelerating through solid matter, the Big Bang I caught up to that was so INTENSE I loved it with all my heart, and keep in mind that I chose the quickest way to God -- being a STRAIGHT LINE! and it was so easy with sumptuous prayers for many hours, so valuable, and I was in front of God who surrounds His universe but not accelerating and only traveling at the speed of light -- I know there is nearly infinite velocity, always increasing until one of the Holy people of the world are in God's presence, like His face A REAL HONEST, "ILLUSION" it is a "Hologram" of God and He doesn't move, at least that I experienced, and I've poured my heart out about my experience with the only girl I want to marry -- we were both injured by others! -- we both have moderate/severe TBI's but I recovered so much more than her because I injected my neck muscles with IGF-1 LR3 that passes the Blood-Brain Barrier in 2005, years before the sweet princess of mine, 2009-2013 she was with me then, meeting at a TBI Support Group and falling in love -- but I drank alcohol then, now SOBER 2013! yay for me, and we broke up in 2013 when I knew I had to get SOBER or I'd encounter substantial difficulty from my parents who were sick of me being such a nightly LUSH -- Oh God I would sneak in bottles (nips) 50mL of vodka in my pockets and fall down -- it ended in 2016 when I went to A.A. only one time to end my drinking alcohol with the exception of 1 beer on Christmas and 1 beer on my Birthday -- NOW HAVING HAD NONE SINCE 2020 or 2021! so yay for me, and because I only went to A.A. once, I was so incredibly far Beyond it -- oh I haven't told you how I reached Beyond God Himself The Father, The Creator, of His universe well I used my left arm to reach THROUGH AND BEYOND GOD -- He is resembling The Statue of Liberty, maybe because I'm a proud American, and being that he is a REAL "Illusion" I spent my few hours of being in His head, looking through His eyes -- but only one at a time because I couldn't be in 2 places at once -- only stars are in front of Him that He didn't create the stars, they were always there and they will be refurnished regenerated when the Big Bang reaches deep space!

I'M LUCKY THAT I WENT IN A PERFECTLY LASER-STRAIGHT LINE! when otherwise I would have been never returning to my physical self, and I've written a full 200-300 pages in a .doc in size-8 font when I shrank it that the first 200 to 300 pages were factual from my Travelogue but in Retrospect months later after I left 8 East mental hospital https://jeffreymarquis.com/.../this-is-an-alternate.../ I was with 3 girls 24/7 it was paradise, but that version that "this is an alternate version" -- well that's because I reached 13,000+ pages in size-18 font and totaling 38.4 MB in size with few images -- the rewrite "ALTERNATE VERSION" that's all I was left with of the many thousands of pages 38.4MB -- I'm always being hacked because so many people hate me for having succumbed to their words, "KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE INNOCENT!" and "KILL YOURSELF IF YOU HATE US!" 

www.wrxtbi.com in 2004, that my recovery was a long time and I have severe double vision, yes, but it's hard to notice in my eyes -- I have a Traumatic Brain Injury 4/15th's of my brain was not impacted, but 11/15th's were pseudo-killed and I had to strengthen my brain -- I did all through my own knowledge of protein-peptides IGF-1 LR3/DES I bought a gram vial of it mixed with the Bacteriostatic water I had to buy to dilute the amino acid "peptides" made with "Recombinant technology" -- from South Korea in 2005, I put it in my neck because of the "Hypertrophy" and "Hyperplasia" in the brain blood cells becoming stronger, and splitting in half = more brain cells!

That was AFTER my brain was so damaged, yes in 2005 I ordered it, after crashing in 2004 on November 2nd, when I sought help from so many people who knew about "Their Plan" my enemies had conjured and well, here's something else I want you to read: https://alwayschillen.blogspot.com/.../a-group-of-people...

💖 Jesus Christ and as that may come as a shock after what I've said, Jesus Christ owes me tremendously for suffering in his great name -- yeah I said I was suffering myself and suffering for Jesus Christ for the ONE MONTH IN THE I.C.U. with a DRILLED-IN "FEEDING TUBE" !!!!!

I know that the fact I chose to suffer in the name of Jesus Christ, he owes me and anyone who has chose to suffer to relieve his pain -- I truly believe we all make Jesus Christ suffer unknowingly and must endure before gaining access to Heaven, but I have little attaching me to Christianity -- Islam believes in "heaven/hell" I took that as a mix between the two directions, A MIX, and Islam The Qur'an speaks of "An Intermediary State" I may be experiencing but I don't know, and The Qur'an mentions "A 'sleep' before 'A Great Awakening'"

And lastly I've been invited to many Jehovah's Witness meetings as a former best friend was JW got me into it nicely on Zoom, he had a TBI too from skiing and a tree

My psychologist is an Atheist, with a Ph. D. my therapist has a Ph. D. so whoa I take his awesome advice and learn more about the world and current events -- I watched CNN 95% of the time from 2019-2021 and Fox News 100% of the time for 2 or 3 years -- THE NEWS IS ALL I WATCH!

I've known Elon Musk very well, talking on the phone and meeting him TWICE -- he liked me and I liked him -- I had his interest when I told him I went to "SPACE CAMP" when I was a youngster, for a Summer Program

I named CoVid-19 emailing China to name its viruses with an 18+ number and "Corona" because viruses are harmful like a dropped glass bottle of "Corona" the Mexican beer

So much more, I learned from Pastor James Travis Alsup who claims to be "A Modern Day Prophet" -- I took his communication seriously -- and I have been a Prophet of Profits -- am I a billionaire with Bitcoin? I know I'm worth a fair number of millions USD -- my Dad's plastics/polymers Incorporated Business "ECM Plastics, Inc." well my Dad received at least 25% of the $36.5M it sold for -- AFTER making millions USD in profits the ten or twelve years he sold custom formulations of plastics, to Gillette -- his largest customer -- he had 3 trailer trucks and shipped full rail-cars of custom colors!

To Bruce Fenton:

You know what, I will send you some of my 1990's action figures, do you like TMNT? I have parents who saved all of my childhood action figures, mostly small ones you wouldn't like, but I hope to dazzle up your office shelves with some of my old toys, worth some money to others, but I feel so happy having your attention, as a man who ran for Senator, I suggested to you in 2005/2006, that I dig what you're into but I'm straight and you are too, a Public Figure, wow, and that's like me I have 2 Ledgers one private -- I wrote my Will in 2013 or 2014 when I invested honestly, some millions of BTC -- MY TEN WALLETS -- with already I had $1M+ in TD Bank I have no access to -- here's a transaction to "Ten Wallets" could be me, but unfortunately BTC reached a high at $69k, I was instructed by my older cousin the stockbroker not to do anything sexual in nature with money, BUT I used "Nintendo 64" and "Nintendo64" in my hundreds pages long Bitchain -- 2 new laptops, USB's, Cross pens, signature scanner, fingerprints taken with my cousin's cop friends and samples of DNA, etc. etc. vital stats and photos of my scars from my WRX crash -- my TBI and reaching straight up to God -- it turns out He's at the edge of space, I know from about 8 or 9 hours with a great girlfriend THE ONLY GIRL I TRULY LOVE! -- anyways that had me accelerating with a Holy force, they all believe in A. in the UAE so that's cool you went there, this after I attended BTC conference with a donation/payment to see the speakers there, in *2005* because I loved BitTorrent and thought they changed their name to Bitcoin, but that was only until I read more about Bitcoin, legitimately, this after I read "Advanced Cryptography" with mathematics degree holders, so complex with everything in numbers, so later, less than a year ago I bought SUPERINTELLIGENCE on my coffee table, along with The Qur'an heart Islam and this woman is of supreme beauty... I'll write more later but I love this National Geographic cover-girl, who she is scared, which I read and heard that when you're scared and living in chaos, your eyes open wider, so thus here's a real beauty who I am in love with her: (I'll write more to you later because I'm probably a billionaire with the 2013 or 2014 with Daniel M. Besse of CT, I was shoddy and he's getting 0.3% of the deal -- he wanted half lol -- anyways I'm going to buy us both 2001 Ferrari 360 Modena's and Tesla -- I talked to Elon Musk for 40+ minutes in 2005, wanted to ELON-gate my legs (3.5") and arms (2" and 2.5") as a GNC asst. manager years ago, reading about protein-peptides, I got in with in 2005 before Stallone brought it to Australia -- it's not allowed there -- anyways I was shrunk back to size, that I thank the IGF-1 LR3 (Insulin-like Growth Factor Long-R3) in my neck to recover my brain -- it crossed into my brain that it normally does- and everyone was bewildered by the improvements in my TBI, walking, speech, etc. of the 2004 WRX crash had me in the ICU for a month, drilled-in "feeding tube" etc. I was so incredibly damaged they thought my brain would swell so much I'd die the first few days after November 2nd, 2004 -- this after I voted drunk and the cop was watching me unable to stand up and a man helped me get into my car, driving away, which the jerks responsible for my going to a bar -- they ordered me to -- and worse they canceled my CC# but I sobered up in a friend's driveway enough to drive so fast 64 mph when I slid on wet leaves 225-series 7.5" Z-rated wheels, really wide tires, but I was going so fast because my parents, relatives, friends, co-workers, etc. were screaming at me -- helicopter in the air following me -- 3 cops and my Minister I saw voting -- that some jerk took my ID and voted in my hometown, and being into John Steward, I was so INTO the election, I cast a vote in Leicester, MA or at least tried to, so I was being watched, saw a lot of cops that day, and I followed the instructions of many jerks and my evil Mom's shitty, alcoholic family -- I'M SOBER 2016 -- no sips in about 3 years! YAY! When we were so close after I wrote, "VOTE BRUCE FENTON!" on your "Meta" (I have a lot of money in from 2013 or 2014, with Tesla, Amazon, John Deere, Berkshire-Hathaway, etc. ask and I can send you my portfolio!) I feel so privileged to know not only you but Elon Musk and Mike Lindell -- I have a whole story about how I communicated with the MyPillow guy a lot, but when my parents saw I called Mexico, they told me to stop -- on Facebook, me the GNC vitamin/herb enthusiast, I said he should sell Melatonin, L-Dopa, L-Tryptophan, Kava Kava, Valarian root, but he said he was focusing on a pillow, that I looked up the finest material for substance to the pillows -- thus Gaza.. anyways Google my business, sorta, "Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries" and you can call me, I'm so invested in thousands of Bitcoins, I hope they sold at $64,400, or I'm waiting for $100,000 because I want 100% TBI recovery, anyways I believe I'm a billionaire, my Dad's getting 49% of my $BTC treasure-trove and he took the Stocks, I have a "Trust Fund" but I can't use it while I'm at "Averte" in Bradford, Vermont -- I had my Dad talk to you when I was home from my Apartment at "Chandler Gardens" next to WSU where I greatly improved my "Spastic Gait" TBI and shattered left hip in 7 pieces 2004 -- I have 2 theories in how I offered you support with conversations about "crypto" and math and "random generators" like I love truly random things online, numbers, strings, images, etc. I took to especially after hearing a "random"-segment on a scientific show, on NPR, well I'd use the treadmill for 60 to 90 minutes every single day -- the doctors didn't think I'd ever walk again, not because of my shattered hip (ZERO PAIN) but because my brain was so badly injured in 2004, that I thank my Caregiver parents my Mom Deborah Marquis and Dad a business owner/President of a plastics/polymers Worcester, MA business with Gillette as a huge customer now onto me, I know I had ten wallets in my unknown user account, I think I have more $BTC than you could believe when in 2013 or 2014 they were so cheap, and this TEN WALLETS -- well I think my older male cousin Daniel Besse handles my already had millions through my awesome Dad! heart Wayne and Deborah -- I remember I felt so special doing phonecalls, video, texting with you in your office -- I have hundreds of wallets and I think this is me, that every time I look at a big transfer, it's all in unknown user transfers, I did on purpose so this might be me: https://dailyhodl.com/2023/06/30/whales-move-over-1282800000-in-bitcoin-ethereum-and-dogecoin-heres-where-the-crypto-is-headed/

I'm in Vermont. "JMRQ Heavy Industries" 😊

I had you briefly talk to my Dad in 2006 or 2007 and he said you were nice to him... He's $$,$$$,$$$ and I have an Associate's Degree in Computer Science from QCC -- Northeastern University was way too hard, even after going to a private Catholic High School Saint John's in Shrewsbury, MA -- and then I had my www.wrxtbi.com crash and I wrote so nicely on my 1 dot-com back then, I went to WSU for ENG w/ Concentration in Writing -- A- Poetry II, B+ Creative Writing, B+ Health I, Psychology "A" I went on a date with my Professor and we even got it on together lol =D

Harlem moving its place spontaneously, albeit all the time—I was glad Obama was the First Black President!

Hear hear righty rightly so right here where a lotta love in my heart, it goes to my love of thinking about a girl’s slang “Box” you readers eating Guacamole with Frito’s chips—the “Scoops”—emancipated Southside Southern bed-laden “Comforter” when keeping one warm ’n’ snuggly, some smothered by a mother Queen Bee reproducing in harmony, where I be—albeit and without having eaten a trout typed type of fish—douched $PUSSY I more than sniff—Justine was and is clean, to this day, having bored with her, her Mom in the shower, when we were covered in formed “Chlorine”—after swimming, well I was winning her heart of overly appreciation, her booty bulbous bouncing, shaped shampoo encroaching that shaved naughty spot, I alternated, enough to say, “Our aim was purely pleasure!” NOT MATING! but so-and-so sorta these type of deal, when I really REELED her in!

:^D

It’s really good for my business: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” speaking of me a Smiley Miley of the Cyrus descent more than decent her decades old—I NEVER SAW THAT “HANNA MONTANA” SHOW ON TELEVISION, as per my discretion of knowing I should be with girls only a measly Touch Tramp younger than me at 42 years old, now, digging sensual singing right now—not bad at all and curious of age—saddened when I see a girl not old enough to be my “Housewife” really, or maybe a S. Slave in my MAN-cave of enclave- keeping the Teens out of speech and out of mine own mind, seeking slender 30-something’s lack of wrinkled skin, my choice to have the super-tastic “superiority” in accredited WISDOM, watching the Dow of Stocks and Markets being “Baskets” with balls shot at the rim *rimshot* coming up short of a 3-ways to the pointer to announce the anointment of a surgery (TRANNY NOT ME!) and the Mother To-Be with what’s been had in a baggie, Dealt, all up-so haggardly harassed to sit at the helm of Captain’s ship when the Guac. is fun to “The Dip” buy then sell later and profit so profit, Jesus “A Prophet” accord coming through The Qur’an out-of-body standing solidly but sordid when I’m alone with my screen on brattymilf, I know it, having spent my cash on treating a donkey a carrot, so “Care” for my “Meta” FB posts when I post on my dot-com’s instead of this Social Media and my delectable diarrhea stinky, with one pinky, on a luscious hottie—coming up, once again, SPONTANEOUSLY—loving the lovely lady lumps 24/7 when the rabbit eating carrots, in the hamper, a happy hamster named “Hampy” of mine growing up, the sodden wood-chips and sawdust urinated upon, little Hampy, my Mom would clean the cage of plastics and polymers—like ECM Plastics, Inc.—c’mon now jump in the water with metal chains to solder—there Soldier playing Solitaire freely with a “Full House” on TV the little Olsen twins—I liked “Stephanie” on the show, a year or so younger than I — why do I waste my time with what thoughts of how GH took decades off my appearance? — I can’t help buying but the bountiful mistreaded 4x4 Michelin’s on all four corners—viligantly—so soft, so to as me to be, but what?

This intrinsical typing of tainted thoughts so scandalous—what has become of The President—what have ye? Yeah appraise the acclaimed Donald and Arnold—both of them tough with big skulls—and aging pleasantly—one Pres. and one Gov.—acclaimed? BE-IST GOD ABOVE!

Justine would wash her face and body with Dove—I lathered the wet boobs, for them two, the Mom takes the $CAKE of Bruce Fenton my old friend (https://twitter.com/brucefenton/status/1293959332510470145)—he ran for Senator of New Hampshire, who I sent $500 in $Bitcoin months ago, long ago, and I receive messages from him still...

*CHEER*... as it’s been a bunch of years for me without a single sip of beer!

My collection recalled was as of "The Insecurity" and seeking Cialis, the foreign nation, complicated transition of "The Insurrection" and a $BONE accrued financial PROFITS inputted spotly shortly sportsy SOON!

Shanghai that won’t dry, turnt off, riddle a scoff-ing look of disgust, that old thrust partner getting some air, so without a care, in the world—all for that but I wish for a girl and scented (what incentive?) to be decent in all respects, coming soon, and coming next...

The utopian utmost so moist like a mossy knoll of grass and spanked on the bottom, The Solemn—I sold them for about ten dollars and a can of Tennis tenants proverbial “balls” tried night and real are in the realm of the headed helm of “Oh God someone save me and the words of thine”—with no wine—just whining about junk in the trunk, these women’s fat cheeky blubber, and what did she just utter?

A sort of a pinch of Snuggle Soft is enough when things get rich between these two doggies 1“bitch” with Rich Kyanka known as “Lowtax” to stay away from me, with all I be, have been a number on a Taxpardon’s tampon list of my many “Ledgers” and my “Will” being just in case something happens to me—benefited Brother Justin, he’s ‘a’ thirsting for a brewski boo’ing the rude, “Doge To The Moon” as Elon has coined from brilliance he holds in that cranium—Kung Fu Kick!

Take a brisket of beefy Brick to kick a derelict like Derek Langlois at most or AT LITTLE, that P.O.S. (point of sale) P.O.W. (princess of wow-ing, zoomed in and zowie) break-ened and broken keyed-in pieces with a money-leecher, that Marco shone his truest colors, not begging for dollars, God Bless him, and his family, a complimentary custodial cleaner, that thing of his, wow that huge weight-er carrying muffin top, showered flip-flops, singing sandy beaches and my short story, “Beauty” (www.alwayschillen.com/beauty.htm) and then the Bounty or of an old western flick, but back to Marco’s prick, OH BOY IT IS THINKER and a baby maker with his kids, wash and rinse when Arisen to chat with me online, he’s just fine, and for the record: I, Jeffrey Marquis, never saw the entirety of Marco’s evidently-manly physical anatomy!

There I go offending readers 101 in the past 28 days, surely mistaken—oh mama, I told Dan to keep my online writing, how to say, umm, “Insulated” that I had over 50 to 70 readers every 24 hours, many years ago in 2005 through 2007, and here it goes when me-knows and methinks a dainty damsel with a damn artistic easel, painted 4 Acrylic Paintings—for the life of me all that paid-for time in Pierre’s Charlton “Studio” of artwork so fine, me happy with mine, of me my own, and with a Crown, awaiting a Golden Chalice on Missy “Alxandra Neas”—needing work that the more she twerks with that little bootie, I sent my Mom a link of “Hootie and the Blowfish” some hours ago, a previous taste of her car-ride music (cassette tapes) purchased Singles—but not mingling with any men, Mother Hen, Mother Debbie, never owned a Chevy- or played roulette to hustle a cashed-in Vegas Casino, I know, as Deborah Marquis is a good egg, ALBEIT with extinguished umm humm the baby-making machinery, I swindle a candle by romance with none-other than J.C.G. about to be a mother, yeah I did a pregnant carrier, with no “Barrier” but old enough to visit bars—drinking while preggers, she did minimal harm to her kin, a baby within, I believe she had 2 glasses of wine, post-insemination, I cussed her once, she shied away, and then we returned to the Orgasmic-Normal of some man-and-woman MADE intermingling—we each would lay...

IN THE EMPTY HALLWAY!

. . . This until a nurse said we could share the same bed, instead—of peeking promiscuousness her top off being undressed, and in a period of time—what a mess!—that TWICE I’ve laden a chick who I manly, if-not for the men-stirred soiled (and oiled vertical soldier) I was so honored and horrified when Justine did it first, that I laughed, such laughter- then thereafter I honestly felt somehow me “Honored” that the girls were a bloody, bloody “Tease” to “TEST ME!”

And in 2013 when I was with Justine Aragona, I reached beyond God and felt her left breast, that my paralyzed left side of my body, that was my chance, to harness WHAT I NOW KNOW AS “GODLY” !!!!! 💖

Some of you know what has shamed my discredited "Recovery" and what it means to me to be BETTER, so go and get her, medications from Ember and Elise, my late pills, they don't give me on time! *shrug*

👨

When once upon doing the “Dougie” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfOBSW-YFs) and shaved skin ever so clear a la the astringents, you see what the Sir has meant by “Yessiree Jeffrey!” You know me and my accredited beings in the Meta-versed freely and pie-crusts endearing, thus nearing the end of the metal plate put in my left hip-bone $BONE invested, bareback set-up when I endured sexual abuse from my gay English teacher, the Mr. John Deedy so needy for a drug-induced latency not happening with his chosen Fix, watch him with the licks, likened to his butt being so “betwixed” with the priority of getting off, I was so limp, so soft, so stringed by his charming ways—pants at my ankles—Astringent... with something swindled and so being “IT” with my enuff said ‘muffin’ of that one night, and my fright at the thought of my Dad finding out, it was more than his mouth, driving and drifting DRUGGED, traveling southernly when he urged me on, with his ploy of illicit substances, I wanted to be at the dances of Saint John’s—the girls with their nylon thongs ON! then shrinkings of silk so shocking my abused body being prodded and penetrated, that I hated so I SCREAMED and I cried seeking help, me bereft of lady-like stature and big breasts on the gal’s chests, pectoral muscles being at-rest under, such nips iced up calling by mind and violated behind—now in the past—but still fearing that feeling of being crushed on the hardwood floor, I couldn’t take it anymore with his fingers in my mouth, instilling fear I bit his hand as hard as I could to get him to stop right there Mister—I told my Minister with a droopy face of solemn sincerity, surely he prayed for me—although I doubt he believed that mine night of me, open wide and take it in stride, something he said, but that was not the end—the end was November 2, 2004 when I endured more than I could handle, and my Stockbroker now, Dan, my “Cuz” with a Mickey Mantle 1950’s baseball card—he called Saint John’s—after hearing about what I endured, and me not wanting anymore—that again, but maybe a little oral-sex from a Jehovah’s Witness old friend with what injuries I had, and him similar, simple as that, coming inside the restaurant door of my favorite place to eat—I thought of Laurie G. while he was oh please, Peter, you on your knees—and him, with a grin- to be enjoyed of fancy delights, when Pitch (lol) Black (no Africa please) at night—after being sun-down darkened skies, the nighttime lights up my eyes with screens of leaking creamy pied—Peter the thoughts of him overriding Mrs. Neas and our time together—written briefly tick-tick-toK—feather when the Heavens then of my 23 days and nights of 2 and 3 dear AND DARLING, these girls, hearts stirred in SOLO Cups, and that’s enough about that—you should read all 20 pages—c’mon it’s oh-so artistically AFT and Caring to design me in new thoughts of the years-ago enjoyment seen here:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven/

Spilt the slap-shoddy Dinner bill in half, my craft of being not so fast—I’ll pay the bill and you cover the tip in quarterly revenue, recently, the Bitcoins and Stocks, of me, of mine, this when I DON’T DRINK 2016 so no wine, making me turn up my knows- steering clear of dusty bottle fellows falling off the stool at the antiquated BAR to be passed, the lawyers highly paid and showing some sass but not smoking grass, that, alas:

I better get to class

I’m being harassed

"Pray Away The Gay"

...hmm is that an AIDS/HIV book advocating disapproval the queer lifestyle?

no offense! 👀

I have my JeffreyMarquis.com with a lot of new stuff, plus www.wrxtbi.com and www.alwayschillen.com

I'M NOT A STUPID RETARD, but I have MOR...-ON the one of THREE DOT-COM'S I OWN!

😃 a la 

www.jeffreymarquis.com

I have been seeing rehashed monetary memories of what the Stocks and Currencies, I bought in 2013 or 2014 -- what they should be at right now...

A smidgen of swift, shift-y fragrance upon a neckline corresponding gold chain (Mickey Donohue I miss you!) flossing the flaunted gold among my shoulders with armpits beneathe breathing in the buttery Gillette gel of Bright & Sunny, let’s relax at the beach hunny—and with buns back-side, walking them Glutes—pretty prude of me not to flash a Booty—with some flavored “class”—showing “sass” but classy hello B. of “Sassoh” delight, to kiss you every night and mourning the inappropriate messaging, it was nothing, it was not anything at all, with me having been stood-up with then and, then there’s my gain in Height of 3.5” TaLLer, being easy for me a GHRP-6, Hexarelln, CJC-1295, IGF-1 LR3, with the almighty MGF being “Mechano Growth Factor”—fact is, it’s all complying and sold online-ing, then sent to me, in the mailbox of me, of mine, coming regularly come 2006 and 2007—me as TaLL and delightful as 100% Heaven then 0% Hell, gud to spellar admonished drunks falling down in the Whine-Cellar, so “caller” [ The Messenger ] I ask shield me with bullet-proof glass, at last when the jerks are so mean to me, as I wailing, they treated me awfully, banging brass, punching me in the face and kicking my ass!

Shopping wacky in a small Mall like striped stores lined up next to the lot of cars, yeah the ‘lot’ of them, Citizen watch, Citizen pen, of who yeah ME that my America is where I’ll be standing proud, having never crunched a girl who’d wear a silky shone “Shroud”—a mouse shrewd chewing a tennis shoe—got balls?—pick up a baseball pitcher’s glove at a sporting-shoppe like “Spags” when maybe back in the day, I’d see Grammy and Aunt Donna Donohue—that—well—Mickey—God, I miss him, and his charming wife moreso, that Aunt Donna knows, and this:

IF MY UNCLE MICKEY DONOHUE WAS ALIVE, I WOULD HAVE CONTINUED MY 2.5 MONTH ABSTINENCE OF ALCOHOL AND NOT CRASHED MY SUBARU WRX!

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And so from the ephemeral coming of the utmost higher PROCLIVITY to stay neat and tied up in cinches—New Years Eve and the “turn the clicking clocks with their Social and Media “tocks” now speaking loudly, ladies lift your Shone “Shrouds” in the UAE—hi Bruce, and, hi Bitcoin 2024—there’s something so serviced and certainly applauded so LOUD BE THE CROWNED KING when what disturbances of a lame Jester I’m “Jeffers” seeing what deters derelicts and defamed doofuses drowning thine tough-times with a Distilled Drink of O’Douls for the KIA Soul car with hemp, hamsters, and gerbils—paying the bills—to give the cute & cuddly me some Delighted joys of created creatures, coming of one what a Mother?

Oh absolutely, to the choo-choo train in the rain, and the toot-toot-toot of a nigga jacking a register for “Da Loot”, being the Looters winning the Lottery (figuratively...) when the crowd suddenly and unjustly THEY “RIOT”—shattered windows and cars turned upside with the Downs being these poor’s of shaded skin—breaking glass to get within the stores, thievery implored by the go and get-so HUGE CROWDS OF UNREST—pushing out one’s chest when what ringing in one’s ears to pick up ‘da’ phone when it’s ringing, on the avenue (cell-phone, Celly’s) or at home when hearing that special jingle—the ringle, right-so ringing commotion of telephone-line complication—but that’s enough about my complexion, commotion, Divine Conception...

Driving on a radar’s detection, when oh noes, here it goes, pulling to the side of the street, with a Police Officer to MEET him or her and hopefully not receiving a speeding ticket—but who knows?

My text for your deep habits of what, reading me- when these God-given:

Nine Inch Nails - God Given

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjFGXnKG3Rs

worked words of Verse to be in the rear-most node of a hearing aloud the engine blaring in a... absurdity behemoth drumming on the offense to show no discretion, In the name of God, the Giver of Mercy, The Lover of Mercy, stifled and letting out a murmur of at-home presence, and Santa leaving the leavened presents—under de’ Tree for all to see and enjoy and relish in the love of one another, coming crowned owed a sound at the pound with a howl of the jowls and DJ Jazzy Jeff—showing a lip “cleft” absolutely NADA when one time 3 months in a row, I donated to an animal charity, you know, ASPCA and my “Animal Champion” t-shirt, looks fine on a protruded girl's chest—wearing a MINI-SKIRT when the males-eyes envelope the possibility of Eloping and galloping horseshoes on a Scratch Ticket, tumble and thickets, leading the way come the monthly period posterity of the hey-day in May what 18th or 21st ???

Or how about Cinco de Mayo—THAT SILLY HOLIDAY, in May with the mayonnaise for a BLT cooked too hot, and keep in mind, my writing for the past few years has been sane and invoked and with no beers! SOBER 2016 that’s what I’m talking about—and that’s what I mean to say, no whiskey rye or sardine pizza-pie, saving room for the Groom to taste the bodily secrets of a female—have you ever earned the privilege of tonguing a snail prepared by an esteemed chef?

Alls I knows is me is Jeff, me is so bereft (lacking or without) of cancerous cells, that stinks and that smells! A naughty coconut flavoring of a Concoction = more like a Hemeral Contusion—get my Fusion? of a father producing millions of tons of plastics, yay, the hey-day of Great Wayne and his ECM business dealing the polycarbonate or what that is Poly-Propylene but to me, the over-time Created cash, I was created in my Mom’s “gash” and smoke leaves ash of the fuel—Mexican Drug “Mules” sticking and swallowing Bilbo Baggin’s Baggies of chemicals to retort and ensnare, that shiny white crystalline glare, but drugs, I don’t care about the drugs that kill—NEVAR FORGET DAVE!

I don’t care, I forget—what about the slaves? Yes, the slaves when I’m super proud to have done well under the learned leader of my AMERICA #1

The United States of America and me so darn PROUD to be from the USA!

Regards,

Jeffrey Marquis =)