Blind bangers’ banter—John Deere STOCKS, I’ve got them by the Antlers

Bereft of a Back It Up and I stopped seeking a “Bachelor’s Degree” you see? with my swollen heart, torn apart, imaginary local Sheriff called “Jeff” shredded to shards, and look at this clue about Jesus Christ—Mary got pregnant with no sperm—it’s known as “Parthenogenesis” (https://www.npr.org/2023/11/07/1211178209/shark-pup-parthenogenes) when Jesus Christ, I kissed Peter L Sargent, peck on the lips, us just chewing CAREFREE GUM, but no no no—it wasn’t Bubble YUMMY—and there’s me staying straight and receiving some hate, some dislike, that he, well I haven’t seen him on Facebook: [ The Messenger ] but he's not mad at me, Praise Jah! 😃

John Deere stock of mine (I’ve owned a lot since 2013):

F’ing let’s go chew up the dance-floor, pick the right Red Door perfume when, and only when, the $$$ price is nice to have 20 to 30 golden stocks, and a lot of gold bullion, that, the yes the TD Bank, my Dad to thank with a tussle of his head of black hair, with some going grey, Dad I have to say, “Please enlighten me as to how much cash I have in my banks, so here’s me publicly saying THANKS DAD!!!!!

John D. he raped me, so John D(eere) tractors getting dirty in the mud, I thought of Elmer’s (glued to the boob-tube) Glue, it suits him well, so as not to sniff and huff and giggle, tears and a sniffle, boy and a yellow bat and a white ball, hollow with holes, WIFFLE BALL... I enjoyed playing with Dave R. who didn’t HUFF FUMES like one other Dave I know him as a “Slavic” manic druggie, risking not only his own life, but mine too, I’ve seen him accelerate, only after I called up a legal Operator, expecting his orientation and operation of a vehicle was beyond the heroin or OxyContin he was on, plus four beers, I watched him steer while going fairly slow, he could have crashed, I heard “We’ll pick him up and don’t let him drive fast.” Then pleading with my Mom to call his own mother, Diane, and that stricken opportunity to SAVE DAVE squandered and that’s what he got, lost his life, having gotten two girls pregnant, but Alas, I digress and Al, Diane, and Lisa, your son, your brother would be alive today if you had only listened to me!

The Such To Be Hold, and my pot ‘o’ gold

You’ve been told and probably “home schooled” around a professional Tutor—turning up the Tweeter ambulance siren AMP-LO-FRYED fish in a dish of scalloped sushi—the fun to me, Thee Author and host with moist tissues taken to the trash—seen a pelvic gash?—smelled a fishy meal?

I ask what about, Field&Stream caught a Trout, what about here’s me with a little fishy about the recollection of that Sunny Day With Dad, destination a Stream, but not Netflix or bandwidth ""Streaming""—think of the chilly water and Dad, he’s a great Father, so go figure, he cooked this little trout with minuscule aqueous meat- bones to pick and then filleted:

Oh those were the days when millions USD were our, our, oh the hours, out of reach for me, that never did I think I would be TaLenTed INVESTING in money and gold, God bless the extra rest I would get with an early bed-time all through school, that was cool while feeling ENERGY for the best of me and my “super-intelligence hardcover book” I occasionally git to give it a go- far into, preferring a Holy work of art, The Qur’an, “Iranian proxies” probably gonna be evil, that’s their way to be *shrug* and a mammoth mammaries hug to the hottie Mommy of an old girlfriend—I want her back!—Justine has been my greatest lover thus far—her hottie Mommy and I—we would be somewhat intimate, doing it a few times, and Endearing that her marriage, the ending of it—it was near but I wasn’t too clear on Mr. P.’s depression, severely sleeping or tossing and turning in bed, using my head not to name names, I want you to read me and listen to the manly voice I’m talking listen to the AMPLITUDE of my great attitude when ignoring that 1 girl so poor, so prude, but pretty and that’s shitty to hide what treasures by any measure, excusing the Monthly—stay away from me, I’d tell her when On The “Rag” and I incapacitated in the hospitals “Recovering” with the I.C.U. surgeons hovering ,the doctors hovering above me, above my stamina—I couldn’t keep my eyes open much, that month— oh that frigging pain, the visitors some I disdain, but Jesus dying on the cross—I hardly believe that’s why it rained—as I’m a man of controversional nomenclature, and COINCIDENCE (!!!) when I would weep, finding “CRYpto-currencies” I forecasted and expected things to happen, like in Wu-Han, I emailed them in late 2005, they’re a “virus-hive” letting the mother F “CoVid-19” out, spreading across “PLANET URF!” where that virus thrived...

THAT’S ME WITH “””A STRIPER””” GONE OCEAN FISHING WITH MY DAD!

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And here’s me with a girl who...

SHE WAS NOT “””A STRIPPER””” lo and behold I never saw her bare chest, I promise you all, I like them small, medium, or maybe large—SHIP HIT THE BARGE, this June Vo wasn’t charged for the Breast and Chest Augmentation—they were a gift from an older relative or something I forget, but here’s June Vo and I — we never kissed and I didn’t like hugging her I did HUG(e) her once or twice, and that was nice, to absorb the sheer GIRTH of this GIRL:

She was a friend of a friend from ever since Saint John’s High School, I knew Derek Langlois—he was so cool—and he liked how I never saw her, June, the girl’s bare chest!

Leave it to me, I CONTROL MY HETEROSEXUALITY — not even a kiss for her with one eye odd- her born that way, and a long time since, the snapshot taken then, back many years ago in 2005!

She’s married, she got her eye fixed (aligned), and she got married, SO GOOD FOR HER, “June Vo” you know???

Up to the udder, so oddly, and have yourself some stale milk for supper!

“Super” So Ask, Something what’s up crank yanker you got a loose tooth???

And with a “Bodacious” Body—how’s that to float your boat? Hmmm, not too shoddy! so don’t hit me, hardly, akin to the jaw, better off chewing “Chaw” of the early 1800’s A.D.—you know, the tobacco chewed up and spit The Swagger—a bad cowboy actor, after her and spit The Sworn Oath of a kind guppie fish in the water—Do you know what a “Shiner” is?

It’s bait for the aqueous creatures when ICE FISHING sometime soon, it slowly snowed, so how about at highest of the noon 12:00 pm and then to them, the fact I handed Ember a Nicer PEN, and when writing down the bare minimum of groceries to be retrieved, all for me, that the poor fucks here aren’t welcome about around ME my “John Deere Stocks” Grey Goose (SOBER!) birds in flocks, trying on socks, infected with fungus persisting footsie tootsie pesticides, like a handkerchief to dry one’s eyes—“She’s a brown eyed girl” to come out and play—see you another day of dreary delinquent Cashiers at the hot-spot of a Gasoline Fill-Up and Full Serve

Sodden and Tranquil, those them times when the solid stillness bears no witness, so don’t be angry and pissed, off the top, it flips and it flops, Freddy hoisting a bucket and mop, him a pleasant worker with some soap, hitting high notes humming to himself, Acetone on the upper shelf and he was very short, “Quit it guys!” was his retort to the tempered verbal abuse—but he liked to fish in his boat—I remember “yellow teeth, incongruously lined and stinking” the coffee pot to brew some poo like energy, that the caffeine it’s not seen in pills anymore, as energy drinks—I want more, sipping Starbucks you lucky Fools with a wife of your life, fallen lately, Felicia O. in my American Lit. II class with Mr. Blake, late in the day when ending around sunset (Southern Sun) I’m a crumb-bum and I’m the one with the shiesty “Recovered” sucker, Mother F’her and ruined hair needs to be combed, “Now take me home!”  Mr. Marquis, you got your thrill but I cannot “Just Chill” because I forgot my pink pill at home

But no it’s not like that—I see—will I be here for eternity???

I think there’s going to be WWIII so that I remaining at “Averte” and retaining new information of how to WRITE about the delight I know of the tremendous power of Allah...

Scattered patters for a home cooked meal, or then maybe at “A Wake” with a severe infestation of Bunions—nice Buns Hun!—those toesies and heals marching on The Sole (www.thesole.com) with a thick pair of socks on... that unto un-do the rotten sores, pray your feet don’t see The Morgue, after coming up blank on Google, my searching for a 38.4 MB, .doc in Word I paid for and I present you with an "Orb" (The Orb) and standing tall we have “Orbital” (Orbital)

Yeah “standing tall” to be me and to you all, think about the 3.5” my legs were shrunk, arms alarming a nurse, shot with some “Shrink substance” Recombinant of course, that’s 3.5” taller can you believe? I can’t wait to do it again, if I ever get the chance to Do The “Doping” A La “Lance Armstrong” but the yellow bracelets of LIVESTRONG, yeah those two, they’re no longer, ON — now being pinned up hanging on my friend, my “Fridge” with the world’s strongest magnetic substance, in two cubes, while I don’t have ice cubes, that most of you use, think about it, peruse my thoughts and judgements on the Deleriant “Ethyl Alcohol”—problem drinking, big or small?—my suggestion of attending A.A. just one day, it was one night when the sun having set, and look around at the LOSERS? OR WINNERS? The people with a drinking problem, absolve them NOT ABSOLUT alcoholic users on occasion or each and every day relaxing at nightly regularity ` ` ` All I know is that it worked for me—showing “Personal Responsibility” responsible and responding to the online crows—amasked in a digital Facebook crummy crowd of 95% women, my “The Iliad” quota in “quotations” praise the USA this fine nation! BIG AMERICAN TAXPAYER RIGHT HERE!

The sound of the knots, onto the "grounds" the grinds of them- but not a lot!

Kettlebells on the pot ‘o’ garnish, aluminum brandished-

spooning a lovely lady lover lavished and being held

Where did you get “that thing” to shake and awake we...

subsist when kissed on the down South lower lip, dragged

You old withered hag, the Tag Hewer—the fewer shone,

shine of a greasy hand smelling like shhhhh this is it!

Calm and easy to thrill me, the Summer Song so long-

for now, well it’s Fall in season with sum snow scattered

Swing batter, banned and tearing, UP, the roll of $20’s

call it funny but I have a mere $300 in my Bank used,

So often, $ millions (4 real, 4 real) in TD Bank attacked

with a pushed “Pin” oh them the protein-peptides...

Having held my money tightly- wholesome jerked nightly

the “seed” like Smuckers jelly & jam- now you scram!

I was younger in yesteryear, my Mom’s tears,

rare with only the massive amounts of “Care” she brings

TO ME! I see the downtrodden jerks who caused it,

my “severe” injuries in 2004, I can’t take it anymore!

Double-Vision Double-Vision so skewed no girls to...

*ahhh-choooo* slippery boogie down-low on downloads

like me and my UP-loads with a Toad’s salty kiss (PISS)

How the “Dummies-books” series had me select one of,

The Psalms pertaining to merely fantasy of a humble him

FOR THE LIFE OF ME! this Christianity no longer, you see?

Renounced Christian Degree as per Allah’s #1 miracle for me,

Pocket of rocks and diamonds “ICE” not snagged, old hags-

I STEER QUEER OF “THE CLEARS”

the African-American coming near to here!

HIV, heh BUT NOT FOR ME!

Thirsty for Cheese, and to Feel the Breeze set sail along Mr. D.'s discrepancy at Saint John's High School... Class of 2000!

Cattle so Addled with the six-pence trench by the bullhorn’s gargantuan volume, so as I with Tulips stashed in Tupperware, sniff my two-lips for a kiss I could have seen a wholesomely rude attitude with what I exude a prominent figure—a figurine of Paris France with the Ms Hilton shoveling dirt on the good and ol’ Lindsay Low-Hand lefty left me broke as a joke with wearing shoes to sell—for some food, handily, that the hearsay a pipe can be made with Acrylic “Clay” instead of Play-Doh and E, I, E, I, and OH ain’t that the crux of the cavern, I steer clear of any Tavern I once knew so well, the 12 oz bottle of beseeched “Becks”—I love my Dad—I love my Mom—I love my Aunt Donna Donohue—and last but not least (her height, the shortest) Justine Aragona The Queen, bringing a storm, being the one who brings it, of course:

The Swarm:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAcyyquhd3Y

Eh, alike?

The Whispered Whistle of What Feels Fine and Fuzzy ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FilnW5NWevo

With the musculature of a sweetie chick who works out thick-

Her skinny legs, reminding me of piggy pegs, those legs

Skinny and Limber, all-season albeit the whether or not

To seek a Plot of snagging a hunk, to create a “baby bump”

Of marvelous family kin-ship staying afloat like a boat

Titanic aside, DD-cups so wide with subcutaneous fat

Albeit keeping (protecting) the nipple—free the nipple!

Silent sonic whistle, that’s a hustle, or Russ ’n’ Buster

Skinny jeans at the airport—seamstresses return of a...

Therapeutic “thread” treated and a pin-point needle

But not a syringe—merely an Insulin pin, that the,

Vitamin Squirt (HGH) bringing on the pain, the hurling

C-rings a bout it bout it with snide occupational intensity

That oh the bereavement-ed mess which, this I digress

Sometimes a “life-saver” the pudgy paramedics whether:

NWS = Not Work Safe,

National Weather Service

"Virgin Birth" has been studied, known as "Parthenogenesis" = MANY BIRTHS LIKE JESUS *shrug*

Because I worship "God":

My question: Do you pray to "The Creator of The Heavens and The Earth" OR do you pray to Jesus Christ who was born of Mary?

Let me rephrase that, do you pray to "The Creator of the universe" ? or do you pray to a man who was crucified and put to death by a government ?

So who’s more important, “The Creator of The Heavens and The Earth" OR Jesus Christ ?

Who is “God” if you had to pick only 1 response? 😘

BIG NEWS NOW: BABY SHARK, NO SPERM! https://www.npr.org/2023/11/07/1211178209/shark-pup-parthenogenes