*BACK-SEAT DRIVER!* being that I haven't driven a car for three years!

Hungry Hungry Hip-Bones 

— my left hip was shattered into 7 pieces in 2004, www.wrxtbi.com

www.wrxtbi.com

peep it...

Pecked keys of these, MacBook Pro always—one laptop my parents brought home

Let me just say, all the writing for such infinite finesse and fine-ness they’re all legit

Copying other writers—no way—I’m all about enamored ignorance my 2004 injuries

Make them say, please and THEN, and only then, pick up a pic of a goodie 2 shoes

Others say 3 time’s a bowl and milk—like a soup—scooping up Lucky Charms,

This while I mean, for real, 3.5 hours away from my real HOME ??? Mom and Dad

My driven-card expired, that my years-ago occassionally in a car—a van, I stand—

But not driving for years, that thar “cruisin” but not for a bruising... I said STOP IT!

Assaulted here, these jerks, it’s a lower levered level that I surrendered my ass

On one drug-induced session like a SEX-SHUN I regret wholeheartedly, he farted on

Nowadays, since then, I write a list of my groceries at Hannah Ford’s with a pen

Now and Sent my words jump all above a crotchety old man erecting fence

Sleep-sized as of double the resting hours, they buy me 1% milk—not so sour

Bake the breathing bread, salt and $PEPE instead of flour—is that possible?

Watch Kate Upton doing "The Dougie"

Doing “The Dougie”

A dough-boy sifting so softly and *ahh choo* sniffing the salt of what comes out my heart, a good size, somewhat bigger in previous years, my aorta’s pumping mo’ more thick and thin- my blood with-in my-body providing powerful footsteps (my hip was in 7 pieces!) when I’m going to use the treadmill today, at a key time—THE STAFF HAS KEYS TO MY APARTMENT AND I’VE CAUGHT THEM THREE TIMES !!!!!

Kate Upton doing The Dougie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfOBSW-YFs

Thus and then and when- oh when, I pick up a paper, I say see you’z guys later, once being written many emails to who but Donna Donohue my writing friend AUNT DONNA — read my 2 active blogs on a dot-com of my own and then the BlogSpot going way back, and that, then, too, in my recovery with B.O. I was sweating so much in the I.C.U. with what I don’t know what I had to endure in my success

So going out to who, well it depends as I have very few friends after my TBI and broken bones, that wasn’t my fault !!!!!

From: The One other to the Mother my Mom wearing long-johns of silver horns and sea-wash on a Sea-doo and request Strudels with Noodles wiggly gettin’ jivvy Jeffrey and Jivey as on on on OH LORD when can I buy a house on the same street as my "Health-Proxy" parents? — 3.5 hours away Aunt Donna I miss you too! I have a Trust Fund through my rich Dad and Mom who know how I’m so tight with Donna Donohue who’s looking out for me and when what I’m meant to be—free—and not now locked up mentally with MY BRAIN-INJURY has had me in Psych. Wards so I don’t want to have to go somewhere for medications—like my Anti-Seizure and so many medications to help my condition of being in psych wards some years ago, and moving to a calm home Apartment 3.5 hours away from my Mom and Dad <3

I care very little about money as the staff here is helpful

They give me my pills and a shot of Haloperidol every 3 weeks

Anti-Seizure med

At lingers past, a night to last, when about the one at the key-board of the easily So A Ford to after its parked with a ticket—sugar?—like it and lick it

Wimbledon thicket,

and a Subaru WRX,

1 ticket, 1 TBI

by the sight 'o' mine

Peeking Behind.

Opinion Peace (piece of a Pieces pease of a solid stick, a solid wood PLEAASE! be on my side and if you want to be happy, be happy ) and Be Hoppy was a beer SOBER 2016+ no sips in 2 or 3 years!

I've been working on the rail-road...

All the LIVESTRONG day

I talked to Elon Musk for 40+ minutes I remember in 2005, one of several lucky individuals to see his cellphone number on the profile of his and we were talking for 40+ minutes I looked at the time and it was over 40 minutes in 2005

St. Jude's I've sent them money I have a lot of Bitcoin, thanks woah Elon Musk -- I'm now realizing that my 40+ minute phonecall to Elon Musk and maybe meeting him once, or maybe me meeting him TWICE!

So donate to St. Judes and "Hannah House" as I've done, but it wasn't Elon Musk who got me into Bitcoin, being that it was Bruce Fenton, I haven't made any deals and I've got a "Public Ledger" with MERRILL.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was CRAZY!

Undefeated... and for the record, I believe that many BLM's!

That, yes I’ve made it and so understated, me with the complicated complications of Russia-Ukraine in God’s universe—an absent soliloquy from me, only when I’m in bed—in-stead of singing it here KEYBOARD-LAIDEN when what then?

Steamed shells and gasoline to the refrain of the formal insight of coming out at night with day-time slouching and sleeping (a little ) prickling the fizz in a hurry, when whatever-come-under with Deez Steez with strengthful being strong, alas—gym-time as NULL... until tomorrow I’m going to try to use the treadmill, but not on vacation to a place I know as home—my Mom says I can come home for a couple days, but not today or tomorrow as today’s date is it’s currently “May” that with “The Cinco of May (5)” all gone in the past, passing by when I take the lack of drinking—MY PROUD ACHIEVEMENT!—no sips of beer or liquor in over 3 years now, but don’t “have a calves” and call me on the phone, when I’m at my “Throne”—3.5 hours away from my Mom and Dad—they are my “Health-Proxy” and taking responsibility, for me...

Duddering damn sell and lit with a candle, wrxtbi jmarquis710 alwayschilen my handles, lit the ferns and furnace, partying in Ghost masks and $CAKE

Lightly and ephemeral Tasty’s waistline—running wide for a ten cent USD dime—a dined in a dinner that gets your flabby waist thinner for an up ’n’ coming, morningly, hair combing with Honey Comb to eat, Tasty’s Treat, eating meat, at the meeting being hosted, the meats sizzled and toasted with no pain, and not any Champagne, to refrain- my insane nonsense serenity being dear to me of Trucker Hats and mini-skirts, me the flirt, with great Thirst for a quench of parental assistance when I burp Diet bubbles in my throat-side taking gulps with a squeeze of a lemon and lime-what? the seltzer in my Apartment providing what but Saint John’s “Shelter”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbmS3tQJ7Os

Gimme gimme, sings the cinged-ly singer Britney Buzzcut with her once-sexy butt, behind, backside, lusting over the detailed photographs of her in Models—the magazine: “Details” of cluing you in, breadbasket winner baking a back-up of this shout without the required amplitude, but showing little to no bad-attitude towards a shrew Widow—with the wishes of her hubby hubby honey-bunny Husband to have and to hold, this while hanging onto your youthful characteristics and qualities of my love—Justine Aragona—her taking me there, now while I care very little about what I feel and felt with what butts of girlies on the Dance-Floor when the music, turn it up louder and laptops playing soldiered sounds whilst gettin’ wet and warm—time for a shoulder-rub and a shower—water heater with the ample power when running too hot, think of whatnot the wild finesse of not only shampoo- but a Mannie-cure too—long lost lover when I have the only other to remember, my Justine, just a teen upon meeting her of maximum Fine-ness when she was dilly-dally... the parents caring about their daughter, that was looked up-on and applauded by me—I would drink a beer at UNO’s her Mom and Dad didn’t see, the jovial nature of my once-having had hard drinks at home when saddened by absent friends—in the hospitals like the I.C.U. wearing Depends and dependent upon my WONDERFUL PARENTS MOM AND DAD (!!!) paying for me to stay here, and where, I care about my Facebook followers and friends, A RECENT "FIND" this old Facebook friend I worried about, her mugged and shot-up with her favorite chemicals to result in this photograph of her hiding what drugged-up criminality, I emailed Facebook about my concerns, and wouldn’t you know it—she was beyond being helped, she sat on “The Bench” I know, here’s her wrongdoings photo I’ll share:

Goodbye Good Looks, she got hooked!

SOBER 2004-2009, and SOBER 2016+ "Wendy's" =)

Hi Sean Berthiaume! Hi Dan!

I LIKE GIRLS Because breasts

"Nintendo64" and "Nintendo 64"

The Time is now, how when upon a revolving satellite being in orbit — or BitTorrent — give me more of it that, notably the South Park episodes, which oh how I miss those, down to my toes and ample ankles sitting strong, all day long, and stretch gamble to bring on the ample advancements from six pennies, give them to Betty’s “Sedentary” who could be a secondary secretary...

at my Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries”