A Devastated Dynasty—with my parents getting The Best Of Me!

So scratch your Nicotine patch, and at that, to have a PANIC ATTACK SOMEWHERE SHIFTY—ain’t that nifty? The Trinity of “Matrix” mind poisoning, prodding the Position of portraying “Hamlet”—yum, salty ham—now scram you rats!  have it at that all night long, sing-song sleeping in the slumber—and waking up with wood, a boner, your bed at home-or somewhere distant—by my 3.5 hours without Baker Pond—been here so long!

To type up a song, days are fluctuating, like a “Chaos” market trend of money the USA Dollar keeps getting stronger and stronger—when a Tiger Lilly jokes and comments for a LOL sort of Suarez amigo—YOU NEED TO STAY IN MEXICO AT YOUR HOME!

“The home zone”—you’ve got your own room with your own bed, or you are squeezing so sweetie lips, singing “Dipsity Doo Dah” in the afternoon fallacy of eating sleepy-dreamed Turkey breasts, spitting out the bones, for you are full and fit, eating chocolates—no zits, no pimples to pop on the file-sharing software pirates’ software and much musical and video—oh the Piracy!

Let alone the old private data and RACY pics of Hollywood red rugs, the dress gets a tug of a stuck high heel, and I ask you then what slips out from beneath a breath, a deep deep breath, coming out the cleavage a full on peak of a circle nipple, of but a circular nipple—Catch Feels (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozv4q2ov3Mk)

Done be gone, some fun it was, I do not ever get “a Buzz”—when I Bumble the keys, the writing GLEE of me and my own—King 3 dot-com websites, I’m the Owner / Creator (writing) and official Webmaster! posting slow or posting faster—my www.wrxtbi.com (Crash Disaster) CD eating “Strawberries”—jingle jangle, erratic views tangled ’n’ twisted—the substance is “Listed” like wide varieties of...

My 2 “X” accounts are “Verified

My Facebook and Instagram are “Verified”

Google MY: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” — you’ll see my own Google page, it’s proverbially “all the rage”—step-moms in older age, matching me on you you and you, your years of symphonic conducivity resulting in pleasing and pleasuring throughout the day, magnificently!

Sets to be cashed, and fast fast fast, there’s a leak in the pipeline—on the ocean’s floor—I’m knocking on the fixture—how do they fix those and the thousands of raw and unrefined sludge—that’s a big fuss! Cleanliness of Ocean waters must be de-sledged (do=sludge and shit) to ensure the Mexican SLUDGE population, most of them, hmm I’d say about 25% of them are no gooders, they’re "urban skinned" ghetto hoodlums!

What’s your thrill Jill ????? Hoo's your friend Stan???

SHE SAYS, "SMOKING SWEETY SCHWAG, CAPTAIN!"

It can’t be 1+ enough when you smoke that stuff, sniff the smoke, like all tough to Trot—“Too Hotty” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlD-grhWz0Y to Trot when of and the most, albeit some sort of Dinner HOST and finely Finessed, live-long fitness when nothing is new, except a recently purchased purse and pair of twinkling shoes—never abused or yelled at—not done wrong with this GREAT SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEGENNHXSdQ

I could listen to it forever and dilly-dally naysaying, never sailing, a daydreaming about the passed and the past, but some bad karma with Ally https://jeffreymarquis.com/2025/04/15/pour-some-sugar-on-me-and-her-my-allyson-of-2004-now-no-more-so-i-wish-and-wonder-whats-in-store/

Some decades ago, when she was ONLY TWICE being of blowing (jmarquis710)—she thought it was disgusting, EVEN SPITTING OR USING HER HAND, never to commence with an out of some special punk—and her hands weren’t used as the ways of her being were BROKEN, so awful her negational and absent avenues of bringing summa dat pleasure—hated my sperm—I was sworn to her boobies, yeah all two of these such things me saying to you, but still, not a single, sucky times were ever presented to me—EVEN ON MY BIRTHDAY OR SPECIAL OCCASIONS!

“You know I don’t like that!” she would utter =( =( =(

https://www.yourtango.com/201167092/no-oral-sex-you-can-still-have-great-sex-life

Her mouth was only to be kissed, and I was raging pissed during the final months, then DISASTER www.wrxtbi.com and this too, don't forget I DUMPED OUT THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE!

I really "settled" for her—should have been with Ariel, what a gal, the GNC bosses daughter—oh brother!

It really bothered me—hocking Luigi, it out I didn’t care—there was no oral anything but kissing, there when and where people were jealous—however they didn’t know of her NO ORAL, TREASON OF A GIRLFRIEND NEVER TO DISSEMINATE PLEASURE!

Some stupid girfriend

We broke up, and The End!

So go get your, stained and tattered sleeve, behemoth “Steve” then posted “On Leave” OH HEAVENS! =)

When of once or twice, when to do — so RAVE ON, AND RAVE LONG AND LONGER, A RUNNING RANT, kind of song for her—with the very Vivarin caffeine sowing one's greasy green spleen saunters up to sip Gin-ger and “Twistered” Lime makes you all mine, digesting the dining of earlier—some such lunch and a drinky-poo (only for you!) to mix up the cerebellum storm of what thought—then many, many years ago, I would be bored at home, at home smoking some “Bud” WITH ALCOHOL SOBRIETY, but whatever the resin crud emanating one’s lungs being forlorn—and horny to watch your favorite S&M porno video saved on a hard disk, frisky wrist and the feeling from a kiss of a fair lady, beaten bloody, pumped so hard there’s going to be some Discharge, living large that stank kitty—that’s when you’ve left me!

Sorry some sexual senses here offended thine truly my John Deere (stocks!), my offensive words belong in “The Potty”--flushed cheeks so hot, getting steamy in here—the queer Trannies love it though, All For Show, they are having had “A SEXUAL SURGERY” most of a million dollars, then to call your possessions as being "A HIS/HERS”

My visions blurs—so as to be CENSORED!

That’s your answer, candid and thusly so sailing amidst the bloodstreams of me, and my physical self—bench on a shelf—apologies for the enlargened Pancakes and so such bringing bright light of whoever has the get-go kind of Lingo, whilst here at “Averte” they play legitimate games of what but Bingo—with prizes so and such of popcorn and cookies—I’ve never played “Hooky” at Saint John’s shingled shining so proud and significant silences in my great classes, solemnly stressed whilst degrading from started off in “Honors” classes—and I haven’t taken “Advanced Placement”—but once upgrading to scientific “school-ery” one grade up, the advanced intelligence of mine:

[ SUPERINTELLIGENCE ]

And yeah “significant silences” without dental braces, simmering itty-bitty tid-bits of white and shiny (skin) and TEETH—going to my Cross-Country Meets, the races, and leave no traces of tomfoolery—entitled tombstone Graduating with the Saint John’s Diploma, bringing to mind “Diplo”—Brother Justin introduced me to, the BWOMP type musical Tunes, here on YouTube for example: https://www.youtube.com/diplo

I remember the Chicken Club sandwiches, paying $5.00 each, for Lunch—expensive everything... from the dress clothes (even sport-coats in the cool seasons with snow on the ground) quiet Choir at the Jesus Christ, His Divinity—all of the “SJ” Masses—whole school attended and intended to instill tried ’n true the Christian Values—I follow every single one of them, but do you ????? 

Flicking a “Bic” lighter being biting at the flames of a Candle, while in emotional Shambles but able to hold some Handles, so Light up my Life, you see—me looking for a WIFEY lol =)

I fully believe I'm Satoshi Nakamoto, then thereafter buying TEN WHALE WALLETS of 90,000+ or 900,000+ $Bitcoins, uncertain of the date and year, but I'm being badly hacked!

Destination and Starlink stationary like staying still, the ORBITAL thrills of distances long and far and me, now taking this so much further and farther (Futuristic) with a trace of Tether at $1—trust me, investing is fun to when of and flicking the blingers—some seether some simmer sinner SINGER—cinched and clenched together, sum clearsighted cleavage—fondly forged steel wheels, while rolling on “spinners”—remember that? it was acutely “phat” a days away in the past, I didn’t make it my last being to breathe upon the just eye-candy bruised browsing—say, “eye-brows formed with what waxed and plucked, something something “F” unto farmers land, meadows and hills, taking my pills, daft and sanked—I thanked the culinary “cook”-ing up a chocolate creampuff sort of Dessert—girls working their “Twerk” of some buttered buns bounching and shaken, what’s banking in the hay-days of “crypto”—that’s where a small portion of my tens of millions US Dollars go—this, to and fro, and FOR, my many donation periods of the peculiar poor, so as to get them JOBS—the junkies, drugs with taken in needles and syringes, so what to reach merely “The Sky”—this while I, yeah, Me, back from interplanetary deities—for the all of me any my own, amounting to none and/or ANY for the foreseeable (nor do I “force”) FUTURE:

lol Me-hi-co lol

Como te llamas?

Como te llamas?

 

Six Mentions of ME:

1. "23-cents"

2. "Throw some Bitcoin at ‘em"

3. "Heavy Industries"

4. "gift"

5. "SHIP Building" said twice

6. "Ship Building, that's a good one!"

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