Brainiac Requesting Silence so of as to: “The Unspoken”

I’ ve got a special place within my heart for you, who, well, the, which, Taken the "Token", that A.A. weirdos well I don’t know, and or care whatever test of arm hairs—with whatever needs, oh how she bleeds a “bloody mess” without sequins or thongs on of sequin resilience—paid for a black skinny dress-ed her up, gonna hurl Garth, gurgles some sour Lime-Kiwi soda to be sipped, and a black threaded sewing a ripped knee—having fallen down and scarring a left knee, with whatever genes done passed on the Alcoholic mania—it’s “Nature” knowing the score to a game or a match or a duel—bet red on the Big Boy set sailing and take the buzzing toy to wherever bed-room, then will having been so sipped soup from a wooden spoon, when the water is hot but not quite, boiling?

Hmmm no, down the drain goes some showered stipends- my friends acting funny—Easter’s believing in Jesus Christ—bunny thirsty “Eagle Basket” has it held once upon when the chance and change of a, here a Hershey’s KISS—c’mere Step-Sis Princess progressing with the progressive (Auto Insurance) playing with Cadbury’s—something something kind of “Eggs”—Cat’s Cradle is a sawed off Scotty trouncing the believing, beliefs, adorned on a CHRIST-MAS “Wreath”—inhaling to breathe, with me, please, don’t go there yet!

I am just getting going

neighborhoods flowing

synaptic sequences...

PINNED! having whine

eating done to Dine me

endowed hug me, mine

Line-pecker the keys Poetic

distressing lacking “caressing”

chopped lettuce done way up

you walk it, ways of dressing

tempting taken along, a song:

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

Pulling a Benjamin bill or an Ace card on the Boulevard

Come hither, to The Taxi driver who is partially blind, crashed be-hind and hindered, c’mere step-sister and Misses, I missed you, may I take your picture for a Christmas Card oh ho ho ho—pulling the Joker, struck to be all and endeavored with a present-time type of rapture, figure a Batter basketball and Peter Pancakes—that’s the FAKE “circumstances later-so lateral and not really Factual”—come undone sweet Attila The Hun—but do something about the odor and a mortar of molten caterpillars screeching (a man’s wheels, rims, tires) tried to get some rest—but by-gone-it and dag-nabbit, the pillow doesn’t seep sleeping la-di-da daily delight—i sleep mornings and early afternoons—me creating what one chooses to enjoy in a special fireworks kind of night

Katy Perry - Firework

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

Sublingual asphyxiation and proud of The White Nation marching, this oh this, right here, so come near, that’s nearest an affliction of any intoxication, in a limo and wearing a tuxedo—you know, that’s how I do with U2’s “Zooropa” disc

U2 - "Zooropa"

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLODRsWgAHIf9WJ1Y7MHvsIHVnWfMRXDib

Which unto you, that’s how I do, pancakes and maple syrup for you, with a whisker-doodle fine treat, this while I’m hungry for some meats (smoker seeks meet like pork in loins) endeared of a dozen Daniel’s and his work-load, jiggaboo phat load, whatever I mean by that, I tip my hat when I think of the billions of dollars each hour, but the investments gone sour, because of my Dad and he’s been mad I’m giving him less than half, MAYBE, and because I really want Dan to profit oh-so much more, and buying a lot more—like he’s got a BMW—present tense in store, but the feelings fighting while I’m typing—I LOVE MY HUNDREDS OF READERS!—books with twitters and some such egg-beaters cooked with furnaces for “heaters”—i say fuck the Haters—mad and bad, like The Mad Hatter of doing drugs of a phenomenal psychedelic nature, all natty magic mushrooms, at Church on Christmas Eve, when I’ve been with my mind bending spoons as of my such sugar sweet love for many, many, including YOU!

randomwordgenerator.com: lawyer, fight, hour

Be a bright sight to dance with the Tides staying front and center—Bible Jesus Christ “MENTOR” meant to touch upon the physical parchment written, the Hymnal sing-along taking turns, like this, like a grand night-time candle lit, this is it—and that is it, only too, only true, the one of a crum-bum—I have advice to you, tune into Fox News and I PROMOTE CHRISTIAN AND JEHOVAH’S WITNESS CHURCHES!

See-Saw Song with a Free Lance Armstrong!

hahaha well so Temptations of a Queenie kind of Pretty Princess—fussed work’a’day sense of smell and pink dress as seen where not here, where I be, hearing cars passing, dearest bunches of me me me—tube past-time Scottie—call me as you do as you do whilst DUE—deliberately couple of kooks coercing the union of bodies beautiful—my rhymed vow’s of vocal co-hosted symmetry of A work vocabulary, so entrances on them here the are going far for those 3 weeks, that was 23 days with congregation-ing in the honest always, and with 95% of our waking hours, albeit taking breaks with conversation’s sake—

Oh I lovers, the they, the them, of them!

Freeland, struck Lance

biking sticky, tires gripping

Fancy-pants (tight shorts)

Aware of Quilled Retorts

Done “Karma” Calamity

Testosterone gets to me

Some odd secretions—

Miffed old male awaking

Cooked buns skating

Drop of Mexico tariffs,

Scammers, so what if?

Along the chemical lacerations always accelerating briefly with EV energy, what ways, ask the fellow with a lazy eyes sort of sudsy—blinking bubbles stayed up straight—trans-surgery on a Black slate, lazy and full of acting—sitting in a spaccy sort of slender atrocity- me not feeling a smidgen of attraction—what do they do? being backed in pick-up truck perseverance, you’ll get it lined up properly—Toyota Tundra as been years of previous property—now with a damn American “Domestic” Dodge RAM!

Scrambled eggs, and Scrambled brain, onto the TBI refrain—what are the odds?—hit by a RAM!—hit by a “DODGE”

Take her on The Memories Being Left along and alone, Queeneth Princess, and her Moment of Fame weened weekend, wearing a thong

It’s on, It’s on, it’s on—most of the way revealing the way of “The Path”:

Frontside sweating, it being at the back and letting it be shone- as in "shown" come a Diamond Crown, see it here:

That’s all you get folks, piping hot, forth lorn

Backstreet and Torn, Emerald Scorned

Seen walking cometh carpet, Janitor to mop it up, summa dat sweet shit, so stay in creampuff, sway with the waves so Tide-Typed “Rough”, come here shorty, that athletic-wear to be sporting and styling so stylishly—The Fear of Fags (foolish “gay”)—that the Queeneth be planning on dinner with a step-son, got it and hung, singing the previously and imperviously pointed soiled naturally—call a Plumber and speaking of Plumb’s see this song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He4UYikvGBs), a marriage “Damaged” by a sneaky, that, the wrongdoings of a hung STEP-SON!

“I didn’t get to say all the things I wanted to say” if you feel me perfectly in this itty-bitty amount of my $,$$$,$$$ TD Bank account!

Shame on frisky housewives with their tainted palate for positive emissions, to turn back the clock, catching feels and snarky, fishing for a mermaid’s played piano key, fixing fingers, talking to a Tuna—fed with a Loving Spoonful suspense, the father steepens—not to be repeated, ever and never again—stepmom and father’s son, they had their fun on that one, sole occasion GOODNESS GRACIOUS!

Done Spangled and Scrambled

Momma-Dukes stayed potent

pitched Lemon shelter, please

Torn tangled tattered briefs too

Smidgen for you, who you may

lay of the lingo, get-go Discuss

Colosseum quandered calamity

See thru the McD mocha shake

startled seeing through the deal

I’m rich for swerving fork in the,

that there Lincoln Point Rd. 01507

hefty house maid here, named S.

CLEAN MY MESS, tattered trash

talking to you, who, be it so views

All I watch is Fox News—to you!

Swallowed whole with a swollen tongue, the Novocaine made numb and too young and/or immature being  for braces, endearing faces in the right places, like directly across from me, this while sitting and relaxing, tires pumped up at proper pressure (PSI) so the romantic attraction, just playing, sweetens the all natural, au naturel, all natty, etc. etc. template on-screen, looking at pictures of loved ones by the beach, within reach, so lucky so saying “Oh yeah daddy!!!” single sliding buttoned butter upon bread, worn risky swimwear indeed—we have the arrival of some such type of “Treat” to eat with munches by the bunches, Raisin Bran—said the small amounts of sugar, picked a booger at the disco lingo of BOOGIE DOWN NOW, and bow the the King and Queen, been sweeties indeed, done shown “mad ur-spect” on the class so way-up-There, wealth on a shelf or in a wallet, although perhaps kept in a hidden spot beneath the stairs, starry eyed, financial surprise of the keepers—said a Keebler ELF—talking Timber The Tree, falling (in reverse?) Joe Camel perusing some sandy sand of distant land, and again, beaches there to wade knee-deep in salty sludge upon toeless “thong sandals” boogie boarding boys perchance, maybe stranded “The Getaway”—get off me creep!—roaring for chocolate treats but dieting—maybe next week, the PhreeX (bluelight.nu deceased moderator...) men’s room staining and the usual menstruation in the gas station bathroom, been a birth, that bloody hurt of feelings chilling, these DRUGGIE SINNERS!

Money is where a Monet goes for, say, about some hundreds of millions of U.S. Dollars—ripped open necktie collars mentioning mucho Mens Warehouse tried and true, fried & skewered, the suit, a fine tailored Claiborne suit (no lawsuits!!!) tucked simple white clean shirt and a sleaky handkerchief—runny nose blown for snot release—Alligator Alcatraz, it’s a Tarp Tempered with a NINE-IRON as per golfing with golfers, so as to me now offering, “Would you like to hear a ‘Golfer’ joke” ???

How do you know when a golfer uses your computer? “It’s gone!”

What do you call a golfer with no arms? “Trustworthy!”

Elissa Victoria, https://www.instagram.com/p/DNq0oR4S8jY/

 https://www.instagram.com/p/DNq0oR4S8jY/

Who's the father? I remember the video of you having Ethan's offspring years ago, you uploaded video of the birth online, AND I AM BIG FAN OF YOURS since 2005! I volunteered a sperm sample for my $Bitcoin DNA samples through @Danimal2212 that night in circa 2010 when we spent all of our many millions of dollars into $Bitcoin, Alt. Coins, Stocks, and gold bars at Dan's house in CT -- we signed so many papers where he would profit but only 0.3% and I would pay him back -- I've been a millionaire for 2+ decades and we talked on the phone that night, all of us, and I hope you didn't birth the child with that sperm-sample I volunteered, and I LOVE YOU! so Google my own: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" I want to give the 900,000+ $Bitcoins to white American adults with full-time jobs, I've said, and I've also said many times I want to give the $Bitcoin to REDUCE THE AMERICAN NATIONAL DEBT!

I plan on keeping what's allowed to me with the millions of Alt. Coins, my 21+ haha 21 or way more, Stocks, and my profits from the increase in the monetary value of much gold I have saved for MY OWN PROFITING, but the 900,000+ $Bitcoins of circa 2010, way back then (!!!) they were cheap and I'VE SUBSCRIBED TO BITCOIN MAGAZINE FROM THE #1 ISSUE -- I follow you, and I've seen all your videos, like the birth of your and Ethan's firstborn, that I think you are beautiful, and I know a very large amount about you -- we were talking on the phone -- if you had a MySpace as a Nissan Z fan -- I may have sent you money way back then --  I think you're pretty with the cosmetic surgery that made your body more desirable! Google my own: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" where I have a special SIDE-BAR with my phone number and address oh and "If it ain't a Type R it ain't a fast car!" JuJu is cool, and that video of you and "Sunflower" was awesome -- you see, I've seen all of your videos! <3 Justine Aragona <3 I want to marry her if she hasn't gained too much weight! I have been "SET-UP" since 2004 when a large group of people ganged up on me! See my www.wrxtbi.com Hi JuJu you're tall, and I would recommend recombinant protein peptides for any "Anti-Aging" that when I had used a small amount of them, people asked me, "How are you getting younger???" call me if you'd like -- I ASSURE YOU, I AM BEING BADLY HACKED! I want to marry Justine Aragona of 2009-2013 because we both have "Traumatic Brain Injuries" THAT WERE NOT OUR FAULTS!

☺

Capital Theft with a crooked Cleft upper and lower, showing one’s teeth, that’s Bequeathed upon the Christmas Weave’s worn by the dark-skinned female bunch, in a cinch, the gaylord Palettes of my Dad’s huge plastics and polymers business, reaching high highs of beating the bellows like a #1 $$,$$$,$$$ FAN huffing ’n’ a puffin’ on my face, teeth clean with Crest toothpaste me making a minty smiley-face of a Timex at that specific day OF THE MONTHLY OCCUPATION with A.I. that’s a preoccupation of my buddy Elon, long ago, on the phone with who but him, this Elon Musk, sniffing cologne- the musky scents of stolen deeds of “Lent” with a Palm and the Psalms like popping pills for breakfast at last live-long LIVESTRONG days of prancing wheels spinning a la Lance in a trance... Raving at the chance to change with the seasons and Fall at The Mall(s) I worked at, paid from GNC and see me jotting keys with a Mont Blanc Pen, held within my right, knitted tight, my Kin, Marquis Family of holding my family near, at dinnertime, Bass to eat, the FreshWater Fish caught with a Rod to prod the hottest hot-seat steaming while you’re dreaming of adopting my 65 mph crypto-currencies, and at the limit, of what I SHOP FOR PRO-DEUCE AT HANNAFORD’S NEARBY, down the street- where they sell meats, by the pound and half pound and quarter pound, or smaller, like less, to spend your Washington’s bills on at the store, they shop for me, I don’t leave here much, as my car is a Foreign Foreign-Car, a Subaru hours away, here at “Averte” I enjoy my stay-  albeit with some technical interference of interest to me, the 30 year old’s female’s appeal to who but Yours Truly, be honest- my enemies tried to kill me! Read about my TBI www.wrxtbi.com, it’s not long, needs no experts’s expertise of organizational Rolls-Royce Auto’s and from Yours Truly to be, buzzing birds and them beeswax honeycomb with hairs stuck in the prongs — Google: thongs — the timespance is too long, adore, I implore, give it the more, the go and ways upon Waze and Waxy Maize we go to swing the doormat like Timmy Hays from Saint John’s Catholic School, I’m a Graded Graduate with epoxy prose- on the tip of my nose, not boosting with NOS in a car with doors swinging open on a busy Metropolitan Boulevard with a Diner before the Morning Train, my eyes, they are straining strangely in this Textual Fantasy of what I KNOW IT’S GOING TO BE “Gonna Be Me” at the peak of my 2018 and 2021 stock-picks I’m well-invested into Justine’s big-chested stance, my bed around it, she would dance and prance, sucking with her mouth-wide-full of Cheerio’s all cheering for the Pep Rally of Amazon stock that went even higher with the Pandemic, I predicted — I read an article in the newspaper about viruses ASIAN VIRUSES being developed in China, that I clipped out the 6” article from The Telegram & Gazette my parents read each morning, to be read by Rev. Jim Chase of The Charlton Federated Church:

$XRP message to "Ash Crypto" I am friends with online

Is it from the month ago decline of $XRP and current article I read on a crypto-news article I read today on, either maybe Bitcoinist or Bitcoin Magazine (I have nearly every single issue of!) -- I really think I paid people for me to take all credit as a $Bitcoin Creator and $Bitcoin Developer, both as early as 2004, me right here, my 1999 "Economics" class with Mr. Lane of Saint John's High School I was into Computer Science, I have an Associate's Degree in now, my Major and excellency with computers -- I'm being hacked this is of my own request to be monitored and watched and maybe even "Investigated" because I DON'T FEEL SAFE HERE AT "AVERTE" IN BRADFORD, VT, oh and the teacher who was an awful gay man, he's been fired from Saint John's High School and Saint Peter-Marian in Massachusetts where MY REAL HOME IS IN CHARLTON, MA so 40 minute car ride every day to arrive at my Christian, religious High School with my Class of 2000 -- I've learned a lot about "crypto" -- I had my www.wrxtbi.com that is all truth, I was "SET-UP" in 2004 and with the physical, neural, and emotional pain of my injuries I Googled: "cry" because many others were responsible for my crash and loss of brain tissue -- I had a "vent" drilled into the back of my head to reduce my Cranial Pressure and I'm a great writer with 3 dot-com websites and 2 writing blogs -- I've never had a criminal record and I'm non-violent, me having been abused with my butt's internal function, once of after I graduated from Saint John's High School with that druggie teacher, buying a large amount of and then the one time with a hospital security man ignoring my having been pushed down and injured, and caused pain where then he said, "Pull down your pants!" in front of a group of people who formed a crowd and I screamed for help at what was about 20 seconds and then, and only then, that's a very bad thing, until the hospital security officer said, "OKAY I'VE SEEN ENOUGH AND I'M STOPPING THIS!" -- I'm "Verified" on here and my 2 "X" accounts are also "verified" that's very important because I'VE BEEN BADLY HACKED SINCE PRE-2004! Jeffrey Marquis WRX Traumatic Brain Injury Jeffrey Marquis alwayschillen Google: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" they, them, the jerks who forced me to drink when I was threatened with many, many "threats" I was already a rape victim, when I was so drugged -- but not drinking because I was underage then! -- that about 2 decades later I am SOBER 2016!

I had 9 or 10 wallets of 90,000 $Bircoins in circa 2010 and I have the attention of many of our USA #1 leaders, when I hope to donate the 900,000+ $Bitcoins if I still have them to REDUCE AMERICAN "NATIONAL DEBT" -- I have at least 1 lawyer and I HAVE NEVER BEEN ARRESTED!

Wankered Thank You Male misogyny, that's: /mĭ-sŏj′ə-nē

Far Out to get to the best—suckle an angel’s supple bumbles "B's" easy, without any place for any sports, so choose a chosen sorting A to Z, all to file 1-2-3 Residential Report and after the reports, reports, reports, of which to Respond, able and calm, all is Resolved

Re: Sovereign Bank—why thank you to resort—how dare you?—to that, thanks Disabled holding some cooking Crock-Pot ample subsidy, the bathroom water weaving down the drain, leaving us, but said to shower while picking “Pucker” to taste some ‘o that sweetest sugar, for a sweetie rush and a buzz, what the physical and corporeal Insulin does to us and our brains—all-natty without a single and/or simple straight-laced amp’d fuss, stinky ginger piss on the bus, viva la vagrant, pee scented, that vagabond vivacity, oh please, the urine dripping down my knees (my needs are, met? NO, MY RIGHTS ARE NOT MET!) piddle puddle putting it all in "dire" perspiring with dynamic deodorant, retiring

Candle toasted olive oil—fancy some iron magma lover’s LAVA to be topped off, cough cough scoff a sworn treat to delete a derelict’s single decision, medieval acquisition, like “”“hmmm””” been a beer-drunk floosy flossing, with some bleeding between, all of the yelling oh ouch, your yellow teeth, a la all of those Large Molars come out black “cavities” not on me, teddy bear sun privy that solar waves of what energy, plentifully plaid Burberry, it all tempted me before my newfound muscle and distinct manliness—men would distance themselves to safe face with their big fat belly and black whethered leathers but for rubbers BOOTS—c’mere kitty cat, twisting and tumbled, antonyms fumled, tussled, and tossed around—kitties say, “MEOW!”

Some mix, some single, whistle-whistle—hear that?—tempered trembling The Sounds of Violins (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hOwLkZZdYY) simple Slave to Mix my Cocoa Milk—too thick?—I think not, but to stumble and puke and pee, that is to yearn for convo- with Nate the big fat night worker here, I swear he’s a great BIG friend, found a folly with medium-roast to the East Coast that Chiller Dunkin’ COFFEE so sweet, a full plate to eat whole, like the delicious seafood at The Sole: www.thesole.com —my favorite restaurant in Worcester, MA!

Goodbay
Obey
Good to-night

Do you think that girl is pretty? How did she even, getting in here? wait *pause* that's so ratchet !!!

Take her on The Memories Being Left along and alone, Queeneth Princess, and her Moment of Fame weened weekend, wearing among

It’s on, It’s on, it’s on—most of the way revealing the way of “The Narrow Path”

Frontside sweating, it being at the back and letting it be shone- as in shown, see it here:

That’s all you get folks, piping hot, forth lorn

Backstreet and Torn, Emerald Scorned

Seen walking cometh carpet, Janitor to mop it up, summa dat sweet shit, so stay in creampuff, sway with the waves so Tide-Typed “Rough”, come here shorty, that athletic-wear to be sporting and styling so stylishly—The Fear of Fags (queers)—that the Queeneth be planning on dinner with a step-son, got it and hung, singing the previously and imperviously pointed soiled naturally—call a Plumber and speaking of Plumb’s see this song, a marriage “Damaged” by a sneaky, that, the wrongdoings of a hung STEP-SON!

“I didn’t get to say all the things I wanted to say” if you feel me perfectly in this itty-bitty amount of my $,$$$,$$$ TD Bank account!

Shame on frisky housewives with their tainted palate for positive emissions, to turn back the clock, catching feels and snarky, fishing for a mermaid’s played piano key, fixing fingers, talking to a Tuna—fed with a Loving Spoonful suspense, the father steepens—not to be repeated, ever and never again—stepmom and father’s son, they had their fun on that one, sole occasion GOODNESS GRACIOUS!

Taking of the best—time to lay, time to mildly rest

Testing and big cheesing all weekend to be Treated of what simple symmetries lie in the Pacific “Tides”—so Tried and True, what of lying being “below you”—but being an organ-donor at the caused case of near-death cacophony—sugar sweet in the pantry—and withholding grams of gold (I do in my wallet!) honey bunches of oats and with a serial topping of sautéed or fried, what about? Believe it or not a route to intoxicate an *ahem*  gee what-about whereas what comes next is a taste of Trout

FreeBSD in Silicon Valley—1920’s ages taken the Trolley to “MOTHER HOLD ME!” and Hold On for Dear Life (HODL crypto-currencies like me!)

Being and been done folding “The Wash”—given and taken morning baking breading the toasted butter in loaves before beseeching the blue bench—what when a wrench in a kink, deez nuts and butter for lobster—cracked claws—did you know they have prepared lobsters at the Hannafords seafood counter, money must be, money mustered, me paying for the popular choices found on the Rite-Aid shelves, right?

With cantered lingo, now we be to must have been, and when, lying to them, the Board and the Bosses—discerning the un-truths of what satellite communication, DirectTV “dish” on the roof, so come closer the Ruphynol is about to kick in, within one’s watching the boob-tube of them online Xvideo making me think of two bodies intertwining, such back and forth intuition, the sexual revolution, needing no discretion, Times Square bathroom bulging broads blown away—some “John” with a 50 dollar bill, that’s your get-go thrill of a must-be the way, with a repetitious trust, her bust, some trust, yeah—the truth—lights off it’s all a ruse—footloose leaking toes, a strident fetish padoned pretense of cranial muscles, but obeying the USD payment—signaled cemented, been boar’s head BURIED, pumpkin grinds fermented- a taxi-cab dented as per thee passing Taxpayer pedestrian, pedestal well arrayed seeking the sway of her been away—no Lady to do so—no layed passersby bringing the bunions to the table—sieekly weighing and portrayed SPF-15 Tanning Saloon—exploring The Dark Side of The Moon!

And a simple wooden spoon

Eating Oatmeal—oh some “meal” Farmer’s mailing Sativa seeds, salivating CBD—some of that “Hemp Oil” and Olive’s secreting some gooey goodness—EVOO at the store—I have tried for lowered carbohydrated intake—American Indian’s “Land O Lakes”—once again adoring (but frustrated???) with that butter—like the butt of her’s—roundabouted and soothed, milky lactations are for women, not the dudes!