I'M NOT A STUPID RETARD, but I have MOR...-ON the one of THREE DOT-COM'S I OWN!
😃 a la
I'M NOT A STUPID RETARD, but I have MOR...-ON the one of THREE DOT-COM'S I OWN!
😃 a la
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!
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
Regards,
Jeffrey Marquis =)
Rev. Anne, pray for peace with Iran and Russia and China and North Korea if you care about our USA #1 *some jerk just made a noise outside my apartment* you wouldn't believe what they do to me here
OH GOD I'M "DANCING IN SPACE WITH ALLAH" listening to Katy Perry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EExJxH2fZJAAnd being called to the cavalry of what spoonge you see, my maturity, the on-screen lightened paleness of a seem stressed without a pleasing sensation of erotic pleasure-me and go-easy, the peepers of them being mine-eyes, focused forthright when I see what’s a long-standing pipe about ripe, and there’s a trick of up my sleeve that Eve bit the apple while Adam stood (naked) near the tree of the Apple MacBook Pro, providing Adam and his hypnotism of The Lord, God, directions—sternly announcing, Church candles bouncing—I remember the over-head lamps in The Charlton Federated Church would be seen, thanks to electricity—the lit fixtures bulbs bouncing either UP/DOWN but that’s all to Jesus Christ’s “Crown”—being Thorny in a way of Torture amidst his skull, cramming pain, inside his brain—I forget what day it was, way back when, what came first The Egg or Mother Hen? and then what to-do, you, there, don’t forget to make a list and comb your head of hair—I don’t care about male pitter patter, get at’tem batter, shown the signs of age and rags of a man’s slender grey and white hair like me 40+ years old and follicles not yet falling, but pressured breezy in the winded grain so golden, the wheat—BUT NOT “the weed” (!!!)—like with me, it’s not “To Be Seen”
“Making A Scene”
All of the people at the scene of my wrxtbi.com asked why are you holding up your right arm? Well because the left one was paralyzed TBI, and so I could only reach towards the Heavens with my right arm, and I believe in God -- but not nearly Jesus Christ (one of many virgin births "Parthenogenesis"...) so I know God intimately and so Infinitely that I reached beyond Him after Allah left me with God "The King" He is "The Creator" and I'm not sure if Allah is my "God" I know Allah and my prayers, my wishes, and my supreme devotion to a beautiful girl named Justine, well she will hopefully have my hand in marriage -- I told her parents that SHE would have MY hand in marriage, and not the standard "A wife's hand in marriage" that I knew she was oh so powerful with her injury -- neither of us are at fault for our handicaps and disabilities! -- so she is my #1 choice to be in a Holy "polytheistic" marriage, and Anne I've been writing so much I've seen the time flash before me, which means I'm late on my anti-anxiety medication, but I feel so great right now, that I thought there would be a war starting on this American Pride, American Privilege, AMERICA #1 I'm so happy there was nothing with Russia, or China, or North Korea, or Iran in the news today!
I held my only working arm straight up to the sky, The Heavens, knowing I should be with Him -- I believe in "heaven/hell" and "An Intermediary State" and "a 'sleep' before 'A GREAT AWAKENING'" -- all in all, I want to be with Justine Aragona again and buy a really, really nice house for us, which of course would be near MY DEAR PARENTS -- paid for with my John Deere stocks -- I hope my Dad didn't sell any of my investments, but even if he did sell, say my precious metals and $10,000 in TD Banks in all of New England, there $10,000 in TD Bank in each state, along with that or more in NYC and California, I'm feeling generous but have little money that needs to last the month, and you're one of my few best friends -- so as we've never met, you're my third best friend, that Elon Musk is #1 because he said it was fine with him for that, then Dana Gardner -- he hardly ever picks up his phone -- maybe because I felt so incredibly powerful about Elon Musk in 2005 and forth, he doesn't forgive me for announcing to him, Elon Musk is my BEST FRIEND, and you're #3 -- Anne you're my best friend #3 because we've pleasantly talked about our lives and God -- I've heard plenty about Jesus Christ, forgive me -- that I ordered your books, sent you a donation, when you said to me, "Donations are rare and I don't even know you YET!" -- well I want to meet you and buy you a new vehicle with 4WD or AWD or a Tesla! -- really I kept you in mind when I invested millions USD and opened a "Bank of France" that my Dad cancelled it had a bunch of Euro's in it -- I want to but a (hannah) HOUSE near my parents because I want to be closer to them and get to know the new Minister in Charlton, MA -- Christian Protestant with me being polytheistic, like me attending Jehovah's Witness meetings on Zoom -- it's been a long time since I've attended one, probably because Peter, well, because of Peter and him taking my phonecalls -- and as always, he doesn't call me since I moved 3.5 hours away and I don't think I'll see him again, but I have business with C. Boothe of Saint John's High School one year above me, he opened up an MMJ business, planting seeds and growing CBD TREES!
Ottawa Motorcycle Gang Contraband:
I included "Hannah House" in my "Public Ledger" and "Private Ledger" and I saw this posted on Facebook, that remember, the Motorcycle Gangs, oh the, SHAME ON THEM!
https://dailyhodl.com/2023/06/30/whales-move-over-1282800000-in-bitcoin-ethereum-and-dogecoin-heres-where-the-crypto-is-headed/
I told you. You're one of my best friends!
ps- I've been honest about MY "TEN" BITCOIN WALLETS!
We're good friends. You're one of my few best friends. And I don't believe my Mom Deborah Marquis saying to me, "[Mister X] is Dad's friend, not yours really much at all. He's Dad's friend. Not yours. It was Dad's company." =(
I still don't believe Rev. Jim Chase ever had Cancer -- he just shaved his hair short, which I doubted he ever had Chemo... he just BS coughed in Church one time, but given my reaching beyond God at the edge of space in 2013, I believe in God Himself The Father, The Creator at the edge of space -- He is a legitimate "Illusion" like a hologram of Him and I reached right though Him PRAISE GOD THE ALMIGHTY !!! AND PRAISE ALLAH !!! AND I WANT TO MARRY JUSTINE ARAGONA !!!
How did I do it, to not believe Jesus Christ is God? Well I suffered in his place, enduring "Their Plan" (https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/) in 2004 when I suffered a TBI and a shattered in 7 pieces left hip-bone that I'm sorry to say but I believe we all must suffer to be elevated to "Enlightened" in order for God's allegiance, to get on His level -- or REALLY, I think "Parthenogenesis" disproves Jesus Christ's divinity, that a lot of virgins have naturally given birth, it's true he was simply a man, and that's what I believe, and here's a photo of Justine more recovered from what substantial damage we've each dealt with -- OUR BRAIN INJURIES WERE CAUSED BY OTHERS !!! -- oh, and it looks like OUR USA COUNTRY paying them a high amount in taxes -- and my donations to the Government with the Investing from 2013 or 2014 buying up "Crypto" -- I have agreed in my "Public Ledger" and "Private Ledger" that our Government will be given a substantial (huge) amount of my profits because I was serious about making $100M or $250M (1967 Ferrari 250 GTO poster on my wall) they sell for up to $53M or $38.4M -- I apologize for having suffered to predict so much, like ELON-gating my arms and legs (the doctor stunk them back to normal) and buying my Mom MUSK perfume... so that's Elon Musk -- how I talked to him for 40+ minutes in 2005 -- then the Facebook Developer I talked to in 2005 and told him tell Mark Zuckerberg I said hi... lastly (oh there's so much more than what I'm deciding to tell you about!) I had Bruce Fieldman as a Dentist, and I saw Fentanyl on the news so FENT and BRUCE -- oh about FENT also I saw a lot about the bad drug in the news in 2005 and 2006 which later I have a dead opiate-addict in my Mom's crummy family, he committed suicide -- a real scumbag -- I tried to donate money to his bad sister (her husband is getting a radical change to his/her privates, which I am totally against!) her "Dave Donation whatever" I tried to put in my LEGITIMATE DONATION OF U.S. CURRENCY -- lol but apparently they don't want anyone donating $0.02 lol -- because he drove me when he was high on heroin and drunk, drinking 3 or 4 16 ounce beers at a restaurant, I refused to pay for, this after he fell down on opiates and drunk, right in front of my Mom, who BADLY CONNED ME INTO THAT JUNKIE SITUATION which was all a part of a "SET-UP" that once again, people were evil, and it proved the point that my Mom's family isn't good because they're pretty bad in general, having grown up with a low-life DRUNK for a father -- ALTHOUGH, in his defense, he had a wife who died suddenly, like well I thank the U.S. Army for flying a nuclear bomber over North Korea as a warning to that icky country, to better make sure they don't attempt anything on the Fourth of July...
But in summation, I think Rev. Jim Chase is alive and well! I have known and loved Elon Musk on the phone for 40+ minutes! I have donated $500 to Bruce Fenton for Senator of NH weeks ago! I have most importantly, my parents being my official "HEALTH-PROXY" and I'm depending on you to vouch for me! And I want to marry Justine Aragona as she's crucial, yeah she is my soul-mate, but although I've been to mental-hospitals SEVEN TIMES, I still manage to "Dance in Space with Allah" when I am so Blessed by Allah -- I'm 7/10th's through The Qur'an, me savoring the words, but I've gone without opening it for a few months now, because I go by the acronym "jmarquis710" online and I stopped at the line of text, "We have commanded people to be good to their parents. Their mothers weaned them."
ALAS, I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN A GIRL PREGNANT!!!!!
Everyone understands that I was so injured with irreparable double vision, etc. TBI like Justine Aragona has a TBI that limits her more than me, but I got a new picture of her -- PRAISE GOD SHE HASN'T GOTTEN FAT!
Same beautiful face.
Same sweet smile.
But speaking of miles, well my journey to God at the edge of space, I pointed straight up -- with my Handicapped and Disabled left arm -- then saying, "Justine take me to God!" that speaking of miles, it's "lightyears" that Allah is "Supreme Velocity" not alive (?) what I know Allah as "a million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond" in a perfectly straight line -- I pointed straight and I am straight, disgusted by homosexuals (I told you about how a gay Saint John's teacher sexually abused me for hours on his choice "DRUG" one night in Worcester, MA...) well that was a focus of the jerks on the phone calling me "GAY FAGGOT! FAGGOT! FAGGOT! BUTT BUDDY WITH YOUR TEACHER!" my parents heard things about my rape in 2001 I resisted for the most part, but they didn't believe it because A. H. was my girlfriend in 2004 for 11 months -- she had twin girls with my stolen DNA impregnating herself, I believe, in all honesty, after I saw a photo of her with tears in her eyes, I think she had a 3rd term abortion to try to send me to Hell -- then later she had twin girls for so that my parents and I would have to give her 2X the "child support"
All in all, long post, Mister X! =D