"Averte" now "Trivium" -- I have been sexually abused by a gay -- my parents saw him in court but keep it secret from me -- this ridiculous "Pride Month" I AM STRAIGHT! I LOVE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN!

IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS that's 3 weeks of living here at "Averte" this gays and "Pride" and I haven't seen a single rainbow flag or anything that the gay people cherish, and I hope this isn't coming off as admonishment for the homosexual people who are AMERICANS! USA #1 MAGA and AMERICA FIRST!

ALL LIVES MATTER!

I am not racist, and I don't discriminate except for inner-city looters who smash windows and steal

I have been a Trump supporter since 2005, way back then when I joined a "The Apprentice" online bulletin board, and I became friends with a Moderator on the phone, and Mike Lindell of MyPillow, then on the phone so far back as 2006 or so! We started chatting online he wanted people to sleep better, and I took an interest in Valerian Root, Melatonin, etc. as a former GNC "Assistant Manager" -- I even looked up where the best cotton on Earth comes from (Nile River), and he had already known that but he appreciated the help, and I had the digits to a calling card memorized that was with the PIN# 22610-99945 -- I used that calling card to talk to many people in the early evening when I was out of the I.C.U. for a month or longer, me recovering with "Therapies" for my Traumatic Brain Injury at Fairlawn Rehabilitation Hospital, and I learned how to write prose/poetry as an English Major at WSU with a few great grades and going on a "date" with THE PH.D. INSTRUCTOR HER DR. S. at WSU-- she said "Yeah this was a date at the end of the night" and she was a Ph. D. so intelligent, in "Psychology I" we split the bill at the restaurant because I said, "Look, I took a limousine here because I wanted to impress you!"

She took my final maybe a solid "A" grade in front of the WSU Board -- I can't remember if I got an "A" or an "F" -- we kissed and hooked up, though, not in my limousine (seriously!) but in her car -- after dinner 50%/ 50% I said, "so neither of us getting a passing grade!"

It was a great night, and then my memories of the few limousines to my favorite restaurant, The Sole Proprietor in Worcester, MA -- THEY HELPED ME GET SOBER 2016+ -- I found love with a beautiful woman who was my #1 crush, and I think it's a little sketchy that she moved 1 street away from me, I'm convinced there's A Plan for me like Google: Their "Plan" on my www.jeffreymarquis.com (a dozen new posts in the past few days)

And because I'VE BEEN "SET-UP" A BUNCH OF TIMES SINCE my 2004 crash, well I am quite, quite sure I AM BEING HACKED AND "SET-UP" HERE AT "AVERTE" -- there have been some jerks here -- oh and when I moved here I called the local police station to say how I've been "SET-UP" ever since 2004 and the lady answering the phone said, "We know, we know all about you at Averte and call us if you need us" which is just like how a former roommate after my TBI and shattered left hip in 7 pieces, he said "if you need to contact the authorities if you're in danger"

Dancing in Space, I want to MARRY Justine Aragona because we were together as great lovers, oh the love and happiness we had until 2013 or 2014 when I had a problem with drinking that my parents didn't allow me to drink too much, but I would sneak in "nips" of liquors, they figured out I was drinking more than they knew, well I want to MARRY Justine Aragona now that I have been SOBER 2016+ and not allowed to have any THC "high" I haven't done like the 2 years in Charlton, MA when I had 2 approval cards

Even so, I don't feel safe here after so much technical nonsense with my care -- IGNORE THEIR BRIBES! -- I have a great connection to Washington, D.C. I'm very thankful for and I've been charmed to get transportation from the staff here -- I've driven after my SEVERE INJURIES, CAUSED BY OTHERS, YEAH: my www.wrxtbi.com of how my many horrible injuries occurred, their threats and their "Plan"

I pay $800 or $900 for every day here!

I only have eyes for Justine Aragona!

100% MARRIAGE we're both "deca-millionaires" !!!!! $Bitcoin, Alt. Coins, Stocks, precious metals like gold! all $$,$$$,$$$ PROFITS!

Health-Proxy my Mom Deborah Marquis she knows I've been horribly raped one night, drugged by Mr. John Deedy, he was a gay teacher I had -- a lot of us students knew he was into drugs too, so after hours of snorting speed (methamphetamine) in 2001 or 2002, he got me naked and a lot of gays have HIV -- he could have given me AIDS!

I know 3 people my age who are now deceased, maybe from the SHAME OF HIS GAY INTENTIONS, we were all weak emotionally, we were dependent upon intoxication, and that's 3 friends who are deceased now, and I almost died in 2004, am I #4 victim near-death ?????

My parents saw the gay teacher who raped me all night long in Court and they keep it all secret from me -- I have been lied to since 2004 with Their "Plan" when I TRIED HARD TO GET SOBER IN 2004, and others used my weakness with drinking, THEN, and driving my BIG TURBO SUBARU WRX Traumatic Brain Injury Jeffrey Marquis alwayschillen

I haven't done anything wrong, and although I have a strong belief and knowledge, relating to the creation of $Bitcoin, I think in 2005 I've paid people thousands of dollars to have my involvement as a name I chose, I have many reasons to think "I AM SATOSHI NAKAMOTO!" and I want to use all 100% of my funds in $Bitcoin TO REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT! USA #1

I know a lot of millionaires and those who've benefited from my contributions to various Charities, Christian Charities, and I'm Polytheistic -- most importantly I'm not gay! I've adored many females, like Carissa Brissette who was the "Averte" Manager here she would cry seeing me because she knew I was so damaged by a large group of people with them DIRECTLY CAUSING MY INJURIES!

I have Ledgers, I have many "Aliases" and I have a huge online exposure to my www.wrxtbi.com description of what really honestly happened, it occurred in 2004, I WAS "SET-UP"

Google MY: "JMRQ Heavy Industries"

Thank you, "Averte" and "Trivium Life Services"'

I LOVE THIS RESIDENCE WITH FRESH COOKED MEALS, AT "AVERTE" HERE! 👀

Seated and Sitting on a Path to Peace—now let’s crumble a muffin, Puffed Pastry—“Pick a card, any card!”

Fantastick trembles among long on Planet Earth—a Dove (like the such a soap, a Bird) and Nations scramble a couple pegs picked two proposals 1.) purposely useful 2.) so to spell with graphite pens in accordance, a Mid-Easter forecast 3.) ???

I can’t see, there being a THREE, with my “Cuz” Dan Besse—shown him the best I can be, we have plenty of fiat money been Ben Benjamin Bills—no frills, no pills, numb Limbs—when sacrificing a lamb-orghini Murcielago of many known motorists and bicycles built to climb a mountain in the boondocks, honk honk and we’re Home— to waste a big belly “Ellie” saying something scary—she was Orphan-ated but nice to me, here at “Averte” kissing her came so easily and I never had an orgasm with her!

Throw a rock and it fits betwixt two huge trees, and say it loud, “PLEASE!”

Bought a Boogie, some snatched—my written words, my craft—oh geez, like oh crap Holy Israel (our ally) asking, “Why?” with a sombel such tremble of the twisted, so strong like my wristed haste, padding on the hair make a Pastry delectable a delicate Croissant with my #1 favorite Aunt you—know—who ??? Right aways been venturing at “Averte” for years, but on the plus size, I’m not denied of food or or or Coke Zero, spinning a wide pin-wheel, with certainly blowing out the candles—step moms strident chewing clean whilst doing the obscene, and watching the next scene of a movie, positioned politely, go-getting the fine feeling or mine, of me, singing poetry/prose—but I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle or powered bike:

AS THE RUSH COMES! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGH8rnraxoE)

Fervently Fed Running Funny Food here, oh John Deere (Stocks) when walking the walker with what Wheelchair?

😃

Needs no refrain, putting my sanity first or second ticking-typing I’m that type to subscribe—I say, staying up all night and alone, this computer come to a Putter—people poisoning my computing—all the stopwatches time will tell, feigned a smile and walk a mile, with “slave shoes” on protrude-ing jabs on Black’s toes, BLM???

Maybe but Maybe Not!

Tried typing a known Nut!

Equated to the dark meat of a Wild Turkey, lingered hogging temptation to take Tadalafil (E.D.) I don’t have that older and aged bull-crap and shit, my weight so good because of generic Cialis 1x per day at a tiny doseage, masturbatory inclination to spread my Seeds with Swiss Navy smoothed silky sensation, as per my big Mr. Pee-Pee and wholesomely “Endowed” to deal with legs spread—I don’t eat bread with this awesome method of conning out Carbs, coming light so gently, my pleasure please, with nothing to do with the Black smut—Kimmy K.’s backwards backside and bulbous breasts filled with stuff and POUFFY SALINE, somewhat salty after to be tasted, liquids wasted in excess, and that snorted smack panic-attack, albeit absent “comida” eat eat, cold soup, V-8 engines, some intestines bellowed as per sleek cuts of Sirloin Steaks—bits of fatty pudge on the meat and greet, arriving late and lacking the luster to imbibe some Mr. Planters marijuana farm, picketed peanuts, the Fuss and the Funniest Final line of Lucy (doing Laurie in a limousine...), her husband was okay with—pro poor Po’ Boy fillet of fish cooked comfortably bake a $CAKE been Bruce firing one up on the stove-topped Microwave

— wave to the crowd, hands shaking and talking too Loud —

Loyally awarded the “PEACE-PIPE” seeking some methylated concoction to Put Pep in your Step (no relation to a Step-Mom) Justine’s Mom and I, well we “got it on”—something happened in the shower, her shorter than I and her sexually pleased, maybe pardon my French of and to take on multiple partners—pussy player, signed a Waiver, then those shallow waves keep coming, surely the salmon is a great Fish—wrist got to give it a twist—ducking down, the boys are back in town—calm on The Common, keep the cars coming, but I not driven a vehicle in years, my John Deere’s money and abstaining from spending—it’s waiting!—and I subservient to millions of “Tokens”—treating a great dame right at night, nestled and right, to fall asleep—but don’t make a peep, instead eat Pop Secret popcorn buttered baked toast requiring a resolute “topping” of butter or margarine apropos spread syrup, class abrupt and call it canceled the classroom teaching taking it’s “Toll”—fuzzyhaired toy Trolls, the dolls for dollars long ago, this I know

With whatever gift I give paying Bills—been to Buffalo nickles of ancient decree and me fairly happy with a lot of gold and “grams”—the peaceful beaches tanned SAND all boxed up, free a Pup and calm the family of mice—swallowed whole by a snake, a Boa Constription instigated, never been consecrated and/or constipated, but for my constricted vessel financial venture at my Bank of America and awaiting the $1M+ in “TD Bank” with Daddy to thank, and Mother Mom who loves this sing-along “I LOVE IT” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY

Ah who’s piloting said Subaru vehicles, sipping on a slurped noodle, and “Dude that’s some great $FOOD for me here at “Averte” where I be statuses UP’s E. days to see, a Sunday sunset with a bone to pick, fickle fruity fish, be laying her eggs (albumen) in the ocean blue—so it’s repetitive long on the decline—FOR THE WIN!—AMEN! GO TEAM JEFF!

AMERICA FIRST!

Tuna Fish—I am Rich!

Ho and Hum, I be honest and truthfully, that maybe only hardly, Satoshi Nakamoto, yeah me, with all the hidden and those coveting my rich-ness, I see, nearly constantly, be it a basis, crunching $BTC homeostasis, when credit carded, but I’ve never had a low-class Brunch for Only a Lunch, but arriving at your table Sir, with Broccoli as you’ve requested, of what to be not at—say,—at Hardee’s that be, in Harlem, food goodness harnessed and heralded—yeah some of that, the harnessed Finesse "Pert Plus" 1990’s follicles up-standing, to have been felt the Blackest Borough of the NYC—seeking Zeus and Zuckerberg, and Done the finest wine of a younger Brother for Breakfast then Brunch then Lunch—Lucky I’m Charming...

Some say to a something sort of nothing day, This when while I invite you to peruse my “STYLE” that’s “IN” along the Nile—a River supplying perhaps Ocean Arctic hydration to the MySheets as per Mike Lindell, questioning his unseen treasure—a Majesty’s (Magesty) pleasure, pleased—but Chanel CoCo #9 with that attack upon a fragrance to quell some such masking bodily odors, a bunch, and pertinently pertaining to the equidistant equation of something like an inebriated time to reach the down-low said, “Hi” well up and so some odious perspiration, mixed with “salty water” a Church Jesus Christ with Wafer as per the Body of Christ—green grapes for sure, not here, not there (The Charlton Federated Church), lurch in the air, Quiver everywhere, like some cold weather temperature while the step-mother rubs her biceps and Shivers everywhere, then plus also saying in a dim-lit vocal climate “Brrr it’s chilly”—it’s always chillen—with my alwayschillen presitge, precious, peeking and pecking, to be inspecting the keystrokes, Facebook “Poke “ and a hard fork, some silent at the arbitrage and symphonatical “Tical” as per the Wu-Tang Clan: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3zMeRAWQdw)

Testing, Testing
1 2 3

Testing, Testing
1 2 3

Ask John Doe about his britches and his Betty Boop shoveling in cereal with a swoop, A SPOON SCOOP up the Frosted Flakes—Tony the Tiger of some such foreign African land, that, and been, miraculous within, my Marquis-kind-‘o’-kin and  China’s Panda Population, copulated and when contemplated to swish the dish with trinkets and teases, I will have a full serving from a Servant’s Type ‘o’ TICKLE

Pickle Fish & Tuna Fish (yeah I’m rich...) typing albeit to a Typeset Tutor at Tudor’s man-made canopy slave, him saved for the rest of, well, SUMMA DAT “Welcome” set feet, set footed, arbitrary rooted,—when arbitrarily soothed by the way, by the way—of the Ocean, yeah you can’t sink this here boat!—it sifts and sways with what Waves, particular of a summer-day’s turned ON “sprinkler” or maybe springtime—remember the Blood of Christ was once or twice (dare I say three in a character of “a 3”... or sufficing a “THRICE” ??? ) to entice the young whining mind, winding down, as per the Hymn’s of God The “Him” to a null point of poured red liquid, cut out the middle of an egg OR A PURPLE BERRY—so as onto swooping and swooning and smacking upside the head, an early on drinker of a household jug, whiskers turned into the proud-footed heebie-jeebies kind of kid, stealing Mom and Dad’s liquorish concoction so as to make a motion—ocean again, when will it end?
How’s about a Tidal Wave (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQ1hydsf1gM&list=PLZcWc4HBLJMThcXMib2PWSQJI30kdo5Uq), The Tidal Wave comes crashing

Buying Pearls for Arba
Flexxing Mussels at:
The Sole Proprietor

Done easy cinched with a wink, this is the celebration of mine, A.A. at the Charlton Federated Church—me having attended to quit the booze-hound tomfoolery, meeting at night-time, some derelicts thinking of that purple juice—or the liquored stickler’s favorite an age old classic, Vodka and O.J. cures the ways of MY SIMPLE SOLUTION ::: subdue with NONE OF THAT ICE COLD “BREW”

SOBER 2016+

What you need to do—and I will only say this thing once—or again or repeated, I like the “Luxury Treatment”—her lip-gloss, secretary glasses, butt floss stringy things creeping in a “Crevist” on Alta Vista Dot Come to me closer I’ve got a note for her and then something to tell her, “I AM NOT A GUD SPELLAR!”

$$,$$$,$$$ that's me! Rent $800 each day, plus some expenses, never posted until now!

Seaside take a wild ride in stride in the States of MY NATION, sea-side a Plantation, and of Blacks garnering a MLB MLK skim milk to garnish the olives for a turkey-day feast, her V dripping yeast of filth and waste to never lucky lickey Uncle Mickey brandishing a given-hickey upside the left-side in-stride seat of a heating pad to absorb the “Heat” of our bodies 98.6 in a Cinema Creation on-screen being SEEN by capturing satellites in space, pulling an “Ace” to bear with amounts of ample prayer over there, by the coffee table (with no coffee because they only serve Decaf here)  the Elon Musk book and new Bitcoin Magazine  atop the top of the able table to carry my where’s with Ernie Weiner and Betty obscene of her, and of me to grab the booty with 2 full fists, hands spread wide and to the left, to the right, we can dance in space with Allah all night,  and long.  With no thong on... as that was taken out by a random Trout trapped with a Lobster in a wooden care-package from more of my “Home” having visited, my Trust Fund is mine, as long as I’m not drinking wine or any-time or at any point “buzzed” from booze I choose to GO SOBER 2016!  But this 3 years it took me to garner the attention of “Dana Gardner” my best friend, he said and with 1 arm around my shoulders, left and right — butts are tight-  the smallest deep crevice with Crest toothpaste the misses get around to crow and mow the lawn, it takes a long, long amount of tinkling trinkling Tinkerbell on Justine’s “Dreamy” PJ’s that she had on the top to keep her warm, bees buzz in a greasy breezy kitchen at McDonalds THAT JUSTINE’S BROTHER JOE WORKED AT MCDONALDS FOR HIS FIRST JOB AND HIS PARENTS WERE PROUD OF HIM LIKE I WAS SO HAPPY and with the tall, built, exercising, lifting weights and wearing muscle shirts-  that he went to the gym with maximal effort and knowing buddies at the gym, to go for a run or down the street and not at the gym because who would drive to a gymnasium and go for a walk on the streets outside ??? I mist knowing Canadian Mist in a plastic 1.5L jug of whip cream with me, and here where I looked up to where I wanted to go, pointing with my damaged but “special” left arm and wrist, that I’ve never done anything with my fist but 1 night in 2001/2002 in the winter down the street from QCC, my Saint John’s butt-buddy A TEACHER AT A CATHOLIC SCHOOL, maybe having converted to save his job, the lengthy conversation as I had him hob my knowing of twisting Trish’es dish in the sink when the awful teacher Mr. Deedy and what he did to me, IT STINKS!  Then washing my hands and not bleeding, I never saw his seeding of insemination when if he had a cat to pet I would have just played with the kitty on his couch, but he has other plans when he said “Sans Pants” to my internal-confusion — and please keep in mind that my Miming to him, what did this meth of yours do to my senses?  You wouldn’t believe how intense it was, like going to NETA dispensary when my MMJ card was valid like me and I’m not too old or in any way an “Invalid” because I’m able to walk and jog, but not working a job (except for my writing prodding the audience of mine to see that I am a FINE WRITER of autobiography Creative Non-fiction to the motion of the ocean, that I wanted to increase my powers as much as possible, but I stopped reading my copy of The Qur’an that I got not all the way through, and if I can keep going with this Text’s presence and “Fitness” the presence Christmas morning to when I believed in Santa Claus and I never caught my parents, planting my gifts of THC/CBD chocolate in the 2014-2019 span of my medical-plan and discounted from the peaceful elegant store, I drove there with my Mom who had a “Caregiver” card so she could come in with me and make sure I didn’t have wax or shatter or any bud too strong, our car-rides took long... but the when of now makes me think of the CHOCOLATE MILK COW! How does the hair color get dyed in the topical hairdresser’s Paste to copy a piece of Broccoli pasta one misaligned speech, when I can’t set aside my REACH-ING beyond God, I truly did it!  I am not a fraud!  The Fed, Dan said, Dan kept talking about the Fed and I fed my dog IAMS at the end with its higher princes Princess PRICES WHERE MY LIFE IS VOTING FOR 0.69 cents playing the Celtics NBA with Sally Maye finances that I had a Michelob ULTRA at Chili’s in 2014 while on a low-carb diet, taking of tops off the trees to worship working hardbodies doing dips and setups on the TV dial like the soap, it is very hydrating and good for moisture in the Epidermis Ephedra now sold as Brook-aid at CVS with they have a large assortment, like every quick-busy store to be implored, put more on the floor and dance with 2 feet — I got now new shoes to day with Mom and Dad who are NOT MAD while having had a nice sweet day with me... I wanted to see them. . . to a weeping willow wiping away tears in a trash bag by GLAD I have the power of having being accepted by God and Jesus Christ, He didn’t have any kids, put a LID over the glad bag of white people plastics / polymers for sale at my great Dad’s huge business for Gillette and HAARTZ <3 <3 that’s me and Justine! Clean the strains in your complexities a special Brain, stories at night with no bedbugs bed bites  at night  all night long playing that “song” on my MacBook Pro’s Rev. Bill McGinnis reading “The Lord’s Prayer” I had 13,000+ plays of it and I would listen to it looping every night or nearly every night as I bought CDs, paying dollars for my in-car jam rides of walking tall with a bit of a sly-de... Stallone in Delaware without a Care a button, I put it on... but only sometimes, I would do it as a surprise if I collected Where’s ALDO’s “Krystal Fancy” ??? She was a waitress too young for me when I saw her to see the dishes of SALAD DELIVERED to my table, she was working her first job and I wasn’t hitting on her, and I told Dianne L. I liked her a lot but played it cool, minding my own business, and I liked her thin-ness I’d wear body-spray and use over a dozen “Garnier ‘Revitalizing’ Serum” but nothing by Olay, I haven’t gotten a zit for a long time, on my face, blanketed screw-side car ride with a popped tire... Must’ve been a nail, ceramics frail, demanded fail, this Fall I will have Allah’ them ‘all!  Kit the cut it loose on the dusty road with a black vehicle, Trust me, David Hasselhoff never “got me off” that craving for enough and enough when Pamelya published pummeled on The Chunnel TV channel 360 friends on Facebook, that’s Fox News with new things every hour, rewinding the spitted sour sauce, give some to Pamela Anderson in tight jeans, be one of my Queens in a city when the drumming for change money-maker  money taker of Donations to drum on a plastic bucket when the boss says, “fuck it” unfortunately for the Ember decree of 62 degrees in Lee jeans, like (LE) Oh “Life Extension” magazine I received for a while, my many Bitcoins-  I want to eat a Sirloin!  Amazed beings of countries’ continued continuity in my Disabled “Community” here at “Averte” in the hey-day of May and my Mom cleaned my sink, her Mother’s Day card-  it was wall-to-wall PINK! With Dr. Candido the “Main Shrink, a Ph. D. And some awards on his wall with the Minister now deceased and Blessed by Rev. Anne Skinner I befriended in 2005 when I came home from TBI hospital and ICU extro-extronaire- extremely difficult surving a TBI to me- oh my and why did they want me drinking, after 4 bottles POURED DOWN THE SINK — my EFFORTS TO GET SOBER BEFORE MY CRASH, then ICU diaper dirty with the almost always Black, and a panic-attack of a bad person ripping out my stomach-tube I made my mom show me a magazine with boobs, a la Bitty breasted swimsuits of made-models smiling with shimmering teeth, so hot on the beach, my Disabled hand, I clutched her breast, not quite equidistant matching L-and-R perfection, not needing Trojan MAGNUM “protection” under a doctor’s decision to approve me of a girlfriend until the end of my low’s and not yet getting HIGH my MMJ card, but not quite for a while ending my cannabis consumption in 2019 or 2020 with Miley, see ?????   And will I be, on the top straddled by a busty broad, but feeling bored, I have a bed-sore on my back, my sleeping so much is the opposite of a panic-attack as I sleep so “Dreamy” her PJ’s bed-suit swim-suit wearing a suit and tie, taking a limo, then I got a limo for my Birthday!  I thank Hans in France “French Dressing” on seaside Salads in Cape Cod, praying to God, save me! and my HTML files to store in piles on a pitiful Dell computer with windows and not the true hue of my baby blue, Mac’s not susceptible to attack, aside from draining bandwidth through satellite dish, 1 alone, with the signal to hone, to “home” here at “Averte” when I would listen to “Sway and Tech - The Anthem” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XIoXLQUbvs) feat. Eminem, RZA, X-hibit, etc. for you to see, the link I sent ya, et cetera exhibits of public pussy to be seen with Marilyn Monroe inspired piercings on upper lips in bright red shining light of a tube of LIPSTICK, when driving a stock stuck stick-shift with a shitty shirt and a girl in a mini-skirt, seeking to Flirt, a la the Boyz of hoodies sweaters pull the string and I sing, you suckers, the eyesight seaside plum of the bum of the Plumber TONIGHT! to undress a brassiere of brass- and metals surrounding the Nation, gold in Alaska, and diamonds in the Peruvian Mines, my Bitcoin miners with NO MINORS! as I don’t want to have kids with my eventual wife, my one wife for life, my wife for a life of sleeping in one bed, not a Bunk and “I am a hunk.” The toilet seat stunk with trash in the waist-paper barrel along the end of my kitchen counters, I’m the one to Mount, my wifey, so c’mere I’m here in my strange small head, I should have made my thighs bigger and better with Insulin pins and water to soak the protein-peptides for Anti-Aging (and AA...)  Soggy sods bring me my money NOT ANY “GREEN” NO MMJ I DON’T NEED WEED! while drinking water at bat, the baseball game, and after a couple’s baby-batter all spattered on rear’s buns of I’m now you’re #1 hun as I’ve got you reeding, and I’m not breeding, bereft of sex here at “Averte” where I don’t need to be, with any Lady as my righty-tight does it at the highest height of most nights, feeling no fright from friends, I want to go home to the bare end of Lincoin my Bitcoins so many, Lincoln Point Road at the piquing of interest to buy a house in Charlton in Mass. I want to show you some saucy sassy salty girlies’ ass with much “Sass” and “Seed to Breed” needed kneaded bread in bed with the clean sheets so cozy and John “Cozzy” of my President my Dad the Company President with more than enough $$,$$$,$$$ I LOVE MY PARENTS who they pay the $20,000 per month RENT a boat at the beach to paddle-row on your tippy-toes where the Emeralds grows up hefty as in the old hag’s clutch bag, clutched tight in a Manual Transmission Car Driven to extents of extended distance, this after a FILL-UP of Philip Morris selling sweet chocolates perforated around the edges, to clip the Hedge’s with Jenner’s Hedge Fund profiting, when stocks are up and Wall St. is for them all bodies businessmen in swaying wool fabrics sport coat and Full Suite, but in a hotel and away from the screens when Bruce Springstein’s “IT” was needed to be seen on a screen and but not that thick thick-ness BOOK by Mr. Donald King, the Stephen in me sings, writing like a Rock-Star AUTHOR I adore, me myself and away from everyone else, the messed up people here, I don’t think there are any Queer’s here, when I dislike minorities of population in this my USA NATION, like the homo gays, but aired girls’ pubic hair, I don’t care, but I don’t like a full President Bush, his W. the DUBYA with D’s on your needs to plant oak tree seeds to spawn a forest, for the rest of the, Naysayers, I am a Taxpayer to my wonderful government winning the advancement of the judiciary placement of difficult High School and QCC classes, I never met a student at QCC for a lady-relationship, I wanted with only 1 girl at my school, I would listen to Tool with a teenage girl on the phone, I called her at her home, I have known, I don’t associate with any Teens now, and How — would I like to meet and greet a girl next-door to The Sole Proprietor I remember wanting an Apartment near the best restaurant EVER, showing no restraint at the fave-restaurant when Laurie I had my eyes glued, to haunt the women on the dancefloor, on occasion, this USA nation of God’s “Creation” that’s still going on and Eons away with Elon Musk I just bought an Elon Musk Book about the great world’s richest man, I had a plan to ELONgate my legs and buy my mom Musk perfume... and that’s how I found Elon Musk in 2005 chatting often and him surprised at the Facebook posts when I talked to him for the most of an hour, our convo was never icky and sour, the power of an hour or so when I intrigued E.M. with my TBI and double double vision vision right eye, to squint, swishing an O.J. “Screwdriver” of the County Clerk at a police-record store for the wife-beater who left his heater and his beaten-wife SO SORE! I want no more bed-sore on my back, to lay in bed pondering valued thoughts of timing knots at sea so seaside with each stride of my legs one lifted with a “Shoe Lift” I have clipped my bangers and MASH on television about the army with no girls and only mostly Vet’s watching a tale of the old days Marching on the 20th to turn 40 years old, a piece of bread at peace with no crusty crusted brushed with Crest instead, with the bread, old and moldy, my stocks haven’t sold so 2023 I’m getting to be the holder of two boulders Mount Vesuvius with Willam Blasius on the banter of our telephone chatter, when, Bill, our conversations mean a lot and I’m willing to put up Collateral (what does that mean?) on the extension of hair-plugs for puppies and Pugs, with no bugs, and no Tick of a watch-cloth battery to once again: chatter over the waves, this “Chatter” among the oil-rich lands, where the deserts of sand go in my hands with a protein-cookie, I be where the good food be... Seaside with wide hips, chattering teeth under lips, up top when the ones are on your face, and to KISS108 with Miley and Gaga the discs I picked, to be lifted in spirit when I hear you!  And I hate to “break the bank” but I’m worth millions of dollars now and in the past, my Associate’s Degree I PASSED! Now holding a candle to the handle “alwayschillen” to pick up a rake and eat a Sirloin steak, when I won’t take a break but to jerk it, where the word “Twerk” had went, to not be uttered like the Days of Yore with NYC and Dana who be my best friend, hopefully staying with him, again, my best friend!  Not to mention Elon I have a new book about him, and I pray to HIM! A la the Hymn songs blaring out the enlarged heart of mine, so big, from what I did, in 2005 and 2006 with protein-peptides replaced, sometimes, by someone of another race, I figure, a N-word to pick up the Zest, but DON’T DROP THE SOAP! Quaker Oats and OSX Notes of so many quotes

I NEED TO MOVE HOME, I NEED TO BUY A HOUSE I CAN EASILY AFFORD WITH MY MILLIONS OF USA DOLLARS!

Jeffrey Marquis

https://x.com/jeffderderiantv

You said “Always Confidential” and with that I want you to do a story about $Bitcoin, which you’re from NH — that’s where I talked to a man who ran for Senator of NH, and I learned about $Bitcoin and “crypto” so years later, I bought millions of $Bitcoins as per my 1 year older cousin Daniel M. Besse of CT, us two with “candle-stick” trading, well I’ve subscribed to Bitcoin Magazine from the #1 issue and still, and have them saved, which also I paid for V.I.P. access two, that’s 2, Bitcoin Conferences — I read many cryptography books, but most importantly I saw what “cry” resulted in — CRYpto-currencies RESULTED IN 2005 — after my www.wrxtbi.com factual “SET-UP” I was so damaged of by a whole lot of people in 2004 — I WAS SOBER FOR 2.5 MONTHS! — well they conned me into going to a bar after I was so sad about withdrawing from Calculus — the bartender was paid, bribed, to steal my wallet he demanded I leave the wallet, my wallet, WITH ENOUGH MONEY FOR A TAXI HOME! but it was stolen by the corrupt bartender and I called so many people to pay for a cab or come pick me up — yeah I’d that day been so sad — “Their Plan” post on my www.jeffreymarquis.com — yeah I run 3 dot-com websites and if you want to know what other people purposely caused me in 2004 on November 2nd — they scared me and taunted me about having been brutally raped all night long in 2001 or 2002 that one night when I WAS DRUGGED ON “HARD SPEED” — I didn’t know what it would do — I didn’t even smoke marijuana at Saint John’s High School — it was Mr. John Deedy who taught me English for about 3 years and the Catholic High School knew he was a homo, so they paid him his Salary for many years, and then appointed him to teach Theater — anyways my Mom told me that after she got home from Parent-Teacher conference night at SJ, well he said I was “Cool, Calm, and Collected” I was happy to take Honors classes at SJ, well he sat me in the front row, him pierced nipples — he would wear a cock-ring to teach sometimes, and I sat in the front row, and his nipples were pierced, and he made one of my nipples bleed with his S&M deviance — well I was and AM A VICTIM OF ABUSE in the winter season of 2001/2002 — I have known not only one, and not only two, BUT THREE PEERS, all involved with Mr. John Deedy and now they are deceased, I had my www.wrxtbi.com DISASTER WRECK BECAUSE OF “Their Plan” — yeah my ex-girlfriend said she would dump me if I went to A.A. and my Dad wouldn’t pay for the IN-PATIENT TREATMENT OF ALCOHOLISM

I didn’t drink when my brain was recovering from Traumatic Brain Injury and this was for about three years when I was allowed to have beer of two or three — at home, at night — but I AM NOW SOBER SINCE 2016+ without a single drop of alcohol in 4 years!

43/M/VT

I just had to relay that because there’s things happening with our USA #1 and things I see on Google News, so I’m sorry to disturb you — I AM BEING HACKED ON ALL OF MY DEVICES, but you’re from NH where Bruce F. lives, and that’s where he’s great running for Senator, and then later in CT at Dan B.’s house, I bought at least 900,000 $Bitcoins or more, millions of Alt. Coins, “Advanced Cryptography” reading all about Cryptography and with an NPR broadcast — I am interested in TRULY RANDOM numbers and words being generated from and of: random.org and randomwordgenerator.com — I have had TEN “Aliases” reduced to 7 (???) and a Public Ledger, and a Private Ledger, I wrote a Will, and I have said many times, “I AM NOT LOOKING TO PROFIT FROM $BITCOIN!” Yeah I want to give all of my $Bitcoins to REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT, I have been SOBER 2016+

I joined a “The Apprentice” phpBB in 2005 and 2006 — I am a millionaire and non-voter but I love being a white American — I have an Associate’s Degree from QCC and I’m sorry but THEY DIDN’T GIVE ME MY “Haloperidol” pill because I know people are messing with me, “SET-UP” SINCE 2004 and I want to MARRY Justine Aragona because WE WERE TOGETHER FOR YEARS OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS, here’s the thing, WE BOTH HAVE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURIES THAT OTHERS CAUSED OUR INJURIES!