Say it to be, so and so, How Validated—of ME! ain't thatta right, the "Imprinted" self I embody, so I have never seen that tippy-toe shoesie show "Glee" on TV!

Jeffrey Marquis, in the fleshy fingerprinted, saliva, hair, urine, blood, etc. ingenious "IDENTITY" for my HUGE investments ($BTC) "Bitchain" like a password, this in CT in 2013 with C. of the P.D., and in CT near the ocean’s Breeze

My earnings, important, say it my $$,$$$,$$$ crucial of 2013 with D.B. getting on the 0.3% of my Bitcoins and PAYMENTS of my wealth, call them gifts! and with their vibrant vivacity to reach just short of $70k a piece (...) me having them, hoarded in TD Bank and other countries I have vacationed at like Green Turtle Cay in the Bahamas (A- Creative Writing)—oh Mama!

Now where we left off, ocean's Breeze... To breathe in the breasy ways of such squalor at Jared’s house- and me so young, collecting comicbooks and actionfigures—Oh, Lord (of the ring) football tackled banished and Aston Martin “Vanquish” of the cannibanoids in my “System” of D.U.I. decimals—nothing on my record but the 10 “Aliases” and 10 Bitcoin “wallets” of years ago to holla @ yah boy right hurrr! beep the celly, antiperspirant all me so smelly with knock-off Polo “Cologne” the Blue, I bought a few bottles, oh and I heard this story, “The Year-long Day!”

It’s sitting, I’m sitting, we’re all sitting and down goes the gravity knows to press us towards the Mother Earth’s red hot center when my sheets and pillows are arranged to sit there but critical immensity of the Dramamine I one time only took a bunch, being a Robotussin-tripper in my younger years, buckled up to sitting in the Saddle, me all Addled without that stupid “A.D.D” and “A.D.H.D.” examples, school-side selling those pills to the derelictions—bad examples of students like Mattrick snorting the stuff in his nasal orifices—now working at offices of where I don’t care to know, but I always watch this 1 show—it’s called “Keeping the television on Fox News all day long until I go to bed at night.”

Yeah really all I watch is the news, commenting, commemorating the up and coming Anniversary of a Travesty, that 9/11 had me so saddened and insulted, to think a Foreign “Sultan” or something Bin Laiden layed then, me so happy he was attacked in Pakistan and didn’t see another day, “Another World”: CD1 and CD2 all for used!

Her Halving Hampered (Cashing Checks Chess the CHEATER!)

Her having squallored, pretty pink Prices to purchase a 4-pack of chocolate Pudding of mud and pudge, but brownish-flavor of ye sweet cacao sold in stores like me in a Market so Souper—knocked my noodle and called me “Chicken”—Weebles wobble—all about the $BTC (Bitcoin) coins to stir the Suppers of “Sirloin” meat to eat and chewing discrete, post-dinner Jell-O pudding, what the Snack-Packs! (Billy Madison https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhwCI_oIfr4)

Right now at present preening feathers of newly-wed of wonderous Wednesdays when Jennifer Love Hewitt was up on the Boob Tube at 9 p.m. on Fox TV broad-casted "Party of Five" sorry sods of a bathed “Beauty” (www.alwayschillen.com/beauty.htm) my Brother a little younger and such- when he trips on acid-waste spilled on the Factory Floor and Slipping (Slippin’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ww-TQUeA3E)

Come out along near a Solitary Salute to the Capital “H” like a house of what the honored “hats off” to Lara Croft of Tombstone’s Raiders near and far, being offered a tulip to compliment and complicated, well what’s hidden ‘tween her hips, and I’ll stop right there because I know oh nothing- of the complex Female Anatomy—Tantrickly Tickle-Tickle and HIDE THE PICKLE! smothered smudges and a smooch for a pooch puss-cataracts of one’s whole EYES, staring at the son “I’m not the only one” - U2 whether with or without you... and, too, plus add another sister to the mix, Mannie and Danita—MANNIE I NEED YOU!—come crawling from asunder with a pouted booty and boobies, also, along what ways of paying paid purchases—CBD at the store!—CBD-ONLY!—no more MMJ! as per my Dad’s request, for me and not feeling the highest Zest of being, well, “high” I haven’t been stoned in a very, very long while, thinking they know best, my parents have prevented me from ordering what’s best (for a buzz...) paid in my “Trust of Funds for me, Yours Truly”—not having any TV show, “Weeds” that failure on HBO never viewed with these things, the attachments of me so fine, my L-and-R “Eyes” closed shut and then a SURPRISE of have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY—coming in 7 days the 9/11 memorial, and Deplorable Middle-East that would have been “Deleted”—save for the damn “Oil-Rich Saudis” at service on Sundays praying for Allah to be, like me, the us of us all hoping to stay with A. and enjoying a lavish lifestyle with laid entitties rocket-man South Park character “Stan” like an Eminem song winning awards, how it came to me, his idea to write a song in a letter and then there’s his ex-lover “Kim”:

but not Derek Langlois or Yung or moon, hung from a shoulder with PURSE the perusable and useable lips...

To the dudes who “use” who thee and they watching what news on, yes the “Boob Tube”—where do you get your Inspiration of “The Insurrection”—that old election generated Biden’s Democratic “electorates” of high costs and fine dressers and dresses for The Misses Master’s-only of not the Ph. D. “flavor” when saving dollars to be being behind a paid-purchase of Printer Paper—I want my prose/powerful-Poetry, “PUBLISHED” for yours truly to adore and the Readers, mine words analyzed by a discrete crowd of those who love my rhinestone piddle-paddel old Dell laptop they changed the password on!

I have another laptop they also changed the password on TOO! albeit beating murky-less the enemies who harass me... so this- my newest #3 computing device, number Thrice, and I thirsty for the flirting “Love these Spellars letters upon letters and don’t forget about these character$ I use while watching Fox News all day of my waking hours—never “Baked” on the absentee “weed”—Frosted Flakes with some ‘o’ dat shugary sweet teeth rotting, “You see boss bought a Rolex?” I flex these pec’s like breasts in a D cup Red SOLO plastic putting in flavorless water—markless walls in my apartment with real strong magnets, to go along with my pieces of precious metals—noisey nosey but Rosey, tea kettle, of like the Kettle Corn and po-tay-to chips, salt on my lips and speaking the “TROOF” to da Black AFRICAN-AMERICAN the ones in school, the young Black youth, not doofusses oh please, assailants on your knees, Sir!

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Oh Fo’ Sho’ — in agreement when the Clemency of what Lamborghini Murcielago, you know- the Kanye West being thirsty for maddening Mercy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Dqgr0wNyPo) and Ships — State Head-Injury Program — programmed orchestration of a Textual nature—mama see and mama go—reading a bulged Binder and holding a Bible

Suprises Certainly Surmisable! 💤

FREE LANCE! AND FREELANCE WRITING THIS AUTHORSHIP!

Writing about Lance Armstrong, well my yellow bracelets have been taken off of my wrists, leaving only WHITE (only!) “BLESSED” bracelets and when only, white skin = bread winded like a watch kept off crocheted crows’ shaded darkly and dimly with a cute set of dimples and dime bags for “Ten Cents per piece” Rodney Piper the bumtown angler when hunting Buck with a dollar in his bill-fold when, wait, what? Put that on HOLD when my $200 “HODL” canvas was returned, and my parents see the “coinage” I’m interested in “23” from Miles Cyrust dipping the chosen cheezy-zits dipped in that puffy white puss leaving a pock-mark of years before Pro-Active was of avail.  Taming the smudged lips—they tick in the Tanning Booth high ’n’ dry on drugs, hugs, pugs, pups, Pops, what’s up, Dad? I know you have “HAD IT” with this dilly-dally shit—but this is where I GET MY FIX, blockage bricks leading up to the front steps—been so long since I’ve been to—a distant there:

MY REAL HOME IN CHARLTON, MASS!

With my “Health-Proxy” parents who, like the Au-coin’s they charged me a months rent here and there—when I had some $1000’s in my Bank of America—when NOW I HAVE $1M+ buttered in another Bank of what amounted to many banks—Dan to thank, I will reciprocate and he’s “Da MAN” to have procreated with Jessica, having “mated” in what-matters to me getting a null, when my (Fishing) Rod is NULL and prone to a serrated Skull like Scully and Mulder on the X-Files that there was a hearing in Washington, D.C. where I’ve seen some YouTube videos about UAP’s (unidentified arial phenomenon) when I browse The (Fishing) MET THE NET WITH VIRTUE, but of who ???

You reading this and thanks it really makes, to mean to me such vibrant vivacity—key to the city! when at Worcester State University, the hear-say of what a way to piss my pants in front of the class of mainly famished for (good) food, them eating Cafeteria food paid by one’s parents or self, if working a job, trusting they’ll press the protrusion, of my collegiate infusion, seeking Gillette razors to trim one’s Venus in the shower, how so and how LONG? about a quarter ($0.25 USD) of Oathkeepers hours, driving the SUV’s Nissan “Pathfinders” along the trail (and there legit-ly alleged insurgency...) I was in many surgeries... THEIR TRIALS FOR “THE INSURGENCY” what’s it called? Trump’s Cacophany with Welfare’s Welch’s bread-and-butter clitter-cluttered for the FEMALES tuff as nails—painted and primped and primed 3,5,7,11 somethign somethign I forget—we’ll take a better Huskies bought at The Breeders with their hustle and busses being taken by Peter who I pretended “he” was a “her” in the dark and parked seeking L.G. like the electronical company, selling quality big TV’s—Peter in a dress?—is my mind getting to me?—or did my Mom (and Dad) play a TRICK on me ?????

I known and suchly the sucking of plublickly picking a little chickie to “Roost” with me rabble-rouser Doogie Houser—here’s Kate Upton with one of my favorited virtues, the arena’s fluorescent “Hues”—it’s Kate Upton doing “The Dougie” let’s see her wing it in what has amounted to a pulling of my heartstrings, as “I’ma do the Dougie” doughboy delicious delinquent Kate Dancing see??? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfOBSW-YFs

She get’s the go-getter best of me — DAN — “Saving Face” She saved face when she brushed her hair and I respect that! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuMthoAEXJk

I RESPECT DAN BESSE MY FAVORITE “CUZ” my favorite cousin, of course, as we're both males and near one another in age, and with what I do now, me (Bitcoin halving) me (and D.B.) having rehearsed the lyrical CBD ONLY type of ancestry of having learnt the month or so of Lent (something Landing!) looked up to my “Cuz” about what’s the buzz of $64,400 a piece my TEN BITCOIN WALLETS “Commodore 64” and “Nintendo 64” and “Nintendo64” for what about-ly amounted to be what but about-ly $69,000 each with so many coins, shrinking and sinking, but singing, in these tainted loins of a Grudge Match to light up a cig-a-rette — IMPORTANTLY, I HAVEN’T HAD A CIGARETTE IN A YEAR OR SO! — to slow the “Cancer” that is not my own, sitting at a-top this hunny honed $BONE (crypto) cinged smell of what makes me yell at the yellow $PEPE (crypto) scent of ammonia— to each his own, one Hun, 2 Buns on that Hunny Smooshing parts and privy to me, another way to entry, SUPER-market’s entryway with your Cart to pile on the Funyuns and walking on swollen bunions!

What gives?

Master Surgeon drilled a hole in the rear of my head!

“A burr hole procedure is a brain surgery that is often done after mild to severe head injuries. In this procedure, a brain surgeon drills a small hole in your skull to drain blood from your brain. This blood can cause pressure and compress your brain tissue, which can lead to damage and death.”

I have a little scar from where they put a tube in-to the back of my skull, to relieve the swelling of my Traumatic Brain Injury some years ago, me now curious of the impact it has caused my every-daily common functioning and speech and paralyzed (a little to this day...) that hey, I can say, half of my body wasn’t working for a few weeks in the I.C.U. when people were scared I would die—TOTALLY THEIR FAULT—THEY FELT SO BAD!—yeah my family members and relatives almost killed me in 2004 on November 2nd, when the police were involved and they didn’t get involved—yeah I WAS NOT IN A “CHASE”—it was “Their Plan” look at what we have here, a sworn effort to improve my brain so much—stranded for months of first ensuring I wouldn’t die—THE DOCTORS SAID I MIGHT DIE THE FIRST 72 HOURS!

But I recovered, yeah me on the verge of what I now know having been since 2013 when I had a much, much more significant, signature sexy Justine when the sun came up, like with Mrs. Neas, but I experienced nothing of Holy, the “Realm”—for real, for real, Blacks in the projects—no pity the colors of night to me and my delight, near no-where “URBAN” with what I read about there being “An Open Air Drug Market” in San Francisco—Mama Mista—craving a salad, now, that I meant to retrieve from the Chef here named what but Irene—she so skinny so sweet, and on her feet all day torching calories of the blood flowing through the body—her body odor being depending on what she’s a’ cookin’ something with meeting a part-time chef here sounding somewhat feminine in his manner of speaking cheerily, him happy with his weekends-only jobby Job here at “Averte” where I’m being screwed with and I hate it all, this constant irritation of “Residents” 1 retard, 1 addict, the others maybe Fat as F.’s—unlike me being in good shape and skinny, I — me being, to the, JEFF-REY MARQUIS” of JMRQ Heavy Industries on Google, so search it and snicker at my personal information and I’m concerned about my American Nation of tried ’n’ true blew collared colored workers at my Dad’s former Factory Floor, employed to fill a void of food on da table—free hams for the workers on important Holidays—blue collar workers with what ELONgated weekends, taking bathroom breaks and some failing D.T.’s then thusly fired—Diet Coca-Cola being wired, more Ghetto individuals, some Hispanic, mostly, taking the bus and what’s the fuss about punching in and punching out, as per the shift when called upon to spread and sprite the polymers (and sugary sodas) I worked so hard doing some stinking work in the factory—but promoted to the “Color Lab” of pigments to match the properly pried and chocolate pied PIGMENTS to be mixed with raw polymers, give my Dad a holler—SAY HEY MISTER PRESIDENT OF “ECM” !!!!!

I have a mesh filter within my body as so to prevent blood-clotting, as well as the small drilled-in “vent” in the back of my cranium, when Zombies say, “BRAINS... yummm!”

Apart for and from The PASTries of the shed past of a Rev. Jim Chase the my Pastor (R.I.P) but I don't believe he really died! yeah, I never saw the body -- IN THIS AWFUL "SET-UP" !!!!!

Mrs. Aragona take me to reaching BEYOND GOD (2013) AGAIN, my one left hand and His real "Illusion" like a hologram, Alas... I believe in God "The Creator" and Allah "Supreme Velocity" like a personal "Miracle" of many hours

Who you and me, us two — the ol’ Justine (I really, really want to be with her...) and I experiencing The Divine reaching Beyond God in all honesty, the chief organ of me, such pleasantry, that, one more time—simply “Divine” acceleration taking me to God at the edge of space, the intentions in-place to take the Starship of SpaceX and my friend on the phone, rich man Elon Musk—and me being disappointed I couldn’t me, seeing Bruce Fenton’s party—he had the senses of me and mine, aware of a Bitcoin MINE and crypto-currencies “Mining”—associating with no minors—for personal safety—I who be waiting on Justine, to be delivered to me!

I love her ten years later, hoping to be once again, accelerating through the Big Bang in Space, so INTENSE!

I LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD AND AUNT DONNA DONOHUE!

Disco dinner and table, for all who hungry, for all who are able, this amidst the sea-side drift, it’s Tea Time with a phatty “spliff” when this is IT, and abound to bounce but hurting, simmer summer stung, ouch, Burt’s Bee’s, save me the favor-  oh please, when and this is IT, I take a pull, yeah geez, on my needs I take a “HIT” out of an old rusty catcher’s mitt

I swear I’m not on Suboxone, EVER, or having gotten high on pot in about 2 years!

6 am to the until the ten a.m.

Hear my voicing, the shoutings shutting down my internal operating-system—or have you missed them, dearest?—of John Deere stocks and me, not talking yeah, mouth kept shut— dingo lingo, Lisa Ling playing ping-pong so long, and one time, upon a time- letting the quick whisky and rye leading off, scoffing at foreign affair 

and coughing who but, David Hasselhoff among the watery Savior who's he him and living in a well that’s okay and everything but you—that seriously, I too fall short of the shortcomings whence the ways of what waves to be Surf N’ Turf, Allah THANKS-giving Pilgrimage to Mecca — Waving to the Gravy when this now while September 11th is arriving soon with, Hopefully, “Glad TIDE-ings" to us Americans!

AMERICA #1 with me paying Income Tax and now on Disability of my www.wrxtbi.com