Internet gone out, fuck and duck, and sing to salmon—King Solomon preambled poignant potency—majorly lingo in control and out of it, clearly seen to me, donating to Christian Charities of Churches only domestic when USA #1

Busy winter-time flurry you know, when all the snow saunters and sizzles something endearing, with whites in power, snowy showers along the coast and all the inside, oceanic sea-side—alternately of such with the coast and the in-land, done been accumulated amounts tall, now up to the front steps (step-mothers oh to bother) shovel them steps, to reduce the slippery mess—slipperiness worn cold, winter is not a chosen choice of any particular voice, like my late Grammy—trouble with lifting a teaspoon of sugary goodness—post-natal natural her a Mother to Aunt Donna Donohue and her Brother, my $$,$$$,$$$ Dad, some successful sibling, paying the dollars “billing”, always studying at reading whatever text-books, Brother Wayne to Donna, she’s profited—oh the honor of my “Trust Fund” keeping me well and sweet—shorty girlies, oh the treat, I mostly eat meat (carnivore dieting) and lowest in carbs, in Barbados or how's-about Cuba circa 1930’s—post minted tobacco in cigars, put them in cookie jars, having reached out far—picked up a barbell, with smelly sweat and socks wet—dancing the dingo with opulent lingo—to the edge of space we go love to duplicate the succulent buttered Shrimp, a garlic aioli- these the thoughts and the sights with mine own eyes (Disabled but for two shoddy surgeries) saucy see-food bent at the proper coordinates, baited fish in The Net working wildly, I want Elon’s Neuralink inside me, this poor brain I hold deary and dearly, never done writing wildly some—so more than a lot kettle-corn pasty in a big fat blueish bucket, the fat and the Turks and the Kurds said all the world over, on your television screens and screaming, let’s light her up with what VOLUME appropriate for the hearing half-way deaf, this "Vicky's" being her Secret (Xaverian Saint John’s High School) MY TEACHER and his "Abuse" (!!!) some such type of girl with a mix-up, a fluffier with buoyant padding, the chimney Filets are oh-so Flattering and bearing a beautiful precept, when my addled speech and swept floors, wooden slats adored with a hefty drilled rug I shrug, as this molecule of momentary TRUTH: where's the "Crypto" and Stocks and gold, of Iron Ore kind of profits, I've made, and I ask ye, where's the loot?

I AM BEING “SET-UP” AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN—EVER SINCE, 2004 !!!!!

I DON’T FEEL SAFE HERE, Mom and Dad, my sworn dear parents!

Mechanic said, “it’s good, so POP THE HOOD”

Few ground around some wood with sharp splinters—on the situation, what a mess—red wine spilt on a white dress—you only wear a couple instances per month, or something like that—a kitty cat in summer Heat, doing dipping toes into a settled stream, wading now, sourpuss, such a fuss with the waterline, shirts and shorts pulled up at peak, swimming to the shallow—this beautiful babes bathing is over-rated and fantastical—oh some would say, to dance and prance some other day:

Like tomorrow, morning after with a simple Pill known as "RU-486" or something recently developed—all for show, while said, and Steve Madden alligator boots must cost a pretty penny, so sore, but able yeah, me, hoping to make far-out leaning to the sides at a session of a hula-hoop kind of lessened abilities—I mean, really, hoping and hopping the hoop—thrown for a LOOP—sacrificing those who they don’t know the joy to be had, talking to my Mom and Dad on the telephone, whilst living here at “Averte”—bartered and harbored Coastal Bay—a Black girl says to her white boyfriend, “Hooray ‘Bae’” with what a Southern Sun, so subsequently—GULF OF AMERICA! it will resound its name for what I’m used to, American dominance, service, Seniority over messy Mexican folk—and chipper chop-sticks for Chinese at ease and Standing SHORT with a lack in their height, probably sleeping Señorita bring the pesos with you and what’s this? a gram of 24k gold, and a hundred dollar bill, being a birthday gift to Brother Bro (Justin M.) written a couple paragraphs for him and his online fame, many TaLenTed works of art, dearest Marquis-hearted should be “SPLENDIDmarquis” —but instead, he has “scrollingmarquis” and artwork hung up on a restaurant’s walls above the tables and seats- artwork and neat but needing a girlfriend who on-to spend time with one another, he’s my Brother being similar in age and our loves of pretty pieces of artwork, him with pastels and me with writing PENCILS in previous years, the mental-hospitals I would craft printer paper with 3” pencils’ graphite, but to be behind a lock & key—never again, I hope—I don’t want to spend a weekend with wacky people, INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!

So and so, when Jesus Christ perished in pain, it began to rain wherever he was I only read the Psalms!

I have 9 other wallets of 10,000 $BTC I think! So as I've said, I have a "Trust Fund" with plentiful wealth !!!

I've talked to Elon Musk for 40+ minutes in 2005 or 2006 when I wanted to ELON-gate my legs and arms with protein-peptides, and I've used a lot of online happenings to form connections, Mike Lin-DELL because I had a new laptop and Vitalik Buterin, billionaire, and Michael Saylor, mega-billionaire, because I paid some thousands of dollars to get V.I.P. at the first 2 $Bitcoin conferences -- in 1999 I took Economics at Saint John's High School and being later a Computer Science Major, I knew that the math was invincible, or nearly, so and so, the Computer Science I read 4 or 5 "crypto" books like "Advanced Cryptography" -- I've been on Facebook since it was a Business website early on -- I got the attention of so many Facebookers because I had my own dot-com website for fun, which now I run 3 dot-com's that what really got their attention was the photos of my injuries SEVERE INJURIES I had the photos of -- 1 month I.C.U. 2.5 months in-patient "Recovery" that is disseminated to the public at my www.wrxtbi.com which FOR PROTECTION I owned wrxtbL.com for safety -- people hate me because they are at fault for my break in 2.5 months of sobriety in 2004 -- SOBER 2016+ now, my crash was planned by people who didn't like my fictional, totally made up, and "shocking" posts ON A SHOCK-JOCK bulletin board in 2004 -- I dumped out the alcohol in my house 2.5 months before my injuries, shattered left hip in 7 pieces, 3 weeks I was with a drilled-in "Feeding Tube" and I'm a "TBI SURVIVOR" -- I found great love with Justine Aragona who has a severe TBI like mine

I read 4 or 5 crypto books after I suggested encrypted money in 1999 and I think I'm Satoshi Nakamoto with much reason, like I've subscribed to Bitcoin Magazine from the very first issue!

Oh and then I bought 900,000+ Bitcoins in this 10,000 quantity, and I have millions of Alt. Coins -- my friend Elon had a "Shiba Inu" -- I called his neighbor(s) and talked to people in his parking garage

Thanks to my GNC job I found Elon through "ELON-gate" legs and arms, look at all the $1 transfers going through, I think they're mine, like the "546" and "330" nonsense that has come to an end -- really I have every single issue of $Bitcoin Magazine -- I have many "Aliases" and 2 Ledgers, I wrote a will , AND GET THIS -- MY BITCHAIN IS TIED TO MY DNA, FINGERPRINTS, SCARS,, ALL OF MY DNA, even fecal and urine with many photographs, that night circa 2010 I have a "Trust Fund" I draned millions USD into Bitcoin, my knowledge of Elon, well we talked because I ACTUALLY WENT TO "SPACE CAMP" in Oxford, MA which was a special Summer Program in the 1990's -- I may have met him -- seriously I was so injured they didn't expect me to live at first, and I have MY OWN SPECIAL GOOGLE of my: "JMRQ Heavy Industries" the details of "Their Plan" THE SET-UP are written about including the photo of all the alcohol I dumped out on September 23, 2004 -- my crash was on November 2nd, 2004 when people ruined my brain and speech and walking, me Disabled and Handicapped, and getting support at "Averte" in Bradford, Vermont -- I want to marry Justine Aragona with the majority of my heart to be with her and only her -- she was also in a separate crash and OUR INJURIES ARE NOT OUR FAULTS! we met at a Support Group" -- I've done video chats, phone calls, and chatting with countess millionaires -- I had $$$,$$$ as my wealth and I bought 30 $1 Facebook "Gifts" little icons I put on the profiles of so many Bitcoiners, oh and in 2005 I called the Facebook "House" because I knew one of the Developers -- now I have "Meta Business Portfolio" -- but here's the thing, I have a "Trust Fund" with millions of dollars and I'm not needing to be a billionaire, so I have written many times, "I AM NOT LOOKING TO PROFIT FROM BITCOIN! I WANT USA #1 TO ACCEPT IT AS A GIFT TO REDUCE THE NATIONAL DEBT!"

I think this is mine: 

Girls Bare-Bottomed, with their medical marijuana

Would you like to—who would want to, aside from me, I bet there are polite plenty of 43 year old men who want to take that repetitions of inhalations and see some scantily clad Mistresses—me, in a dream I had, simply swollen some fat fingers on an obese Lady—I have been at a great weight since 2016+ with low-carb dieting, when it changed me and my appealing appearance—tranquil some—thirsting for a Honey Bun, now taking in some Pasta—but always with Protein—it keeps me lean, browsers on my MacBook screen, holding 3 dot-com websites, make a fourth dot-com website, I just might, allow some clearance deals at the $Bitcoins in store, which I once had—ask my Dad, and he will deny, as my Mom drinks wine every night, and sometimes in better between, 1 glass she imbibes, so happy to have been a bride, her buck-teeth fixed, but she gives me many lies, that are all TRICKS!

I am led to believe I earned eight point six billion dollars worth of $BITCOIN, and I have maybe some intentions of keeping half 50% to me, and 50% to Danny B., as they are a “gift” to AMERICA! non-voter here!

I AM BEING ALWAYS HACKED!

I HAVE BEEN BADLY “SET-UP” SINCE 2004!

Double Decker Peeker Wrecker, done ruined some mood, and its moves ensued, Alas

“National Deficit”—Jeff is IT—ALL, a small one Woodie and a Boogie, with wonder, so what’s the haps?

Heavy load cruising the highway streets—the food here is great and I like/love to EAT NO-CARB MEAT

Something Seafood at the oven baking or fried and re-heated in the microwave—and Windows by Microsoft, a heavy load—Apple then and a $314.99 Mont Blanc pen ordered BUT NOT DELIVERED TO ME — who stole it from me??? You see, I am being terrorized since 2004 and currently, I have unlocked billions of dollars in “crypto-currencies” suggested in 2005/2006 with the Google: CRY all teary eyed and then, and only then, I was believing and having been—Benjamin Franklin on the $100 bills I would collect, carrying $1000 each day, in my leather wallet, all to feel somewhat “Special” and wholesomely “Enameled” glitters glamoured something sweet like a Smoothie—albeit all day feeling “toilet drained” mocking and impersonating, not insane, not inane, but walking with a trick-step (Mom: step-mom’s got it goin’ on!) but not sisters, I had a Brother Justin, made in clamored conferences with combustuous, combing the Combust (Montgomery) in the Missionary mission to seek Chinese (eww) big properties spread, of that they and their’s—sho’ hers enuff who cares??? ^__^ kekeke chink in the armor

Twinkle Toes my Little Bro

Tweedle Dee and with my fantastic prose/poetic symphonies, so simple and we have great skin—ALL WHITE, ALL RIGHT! So to be said, I had to, but this will be the last of URBAN dwellers who are very occasionally good spellers, albeit being some alright nutrition, this dissolution of a Bum-Folk with a crown, so you and I—now stick with me—BE PROUD TO BE UPPER CLASS, and “Fancy” eh, eh Lad???

Dad is proud of our poignant principles (Mr. Daniels the Principal, and Mom's employment) sing a song, play along, on the Chorus of piano-playing with a collection of Lego’s—call them Instruments, some Carmaraderie and good old LIVESTRONG LANCE! butts biker shorts when summertime so heated, water inside our bouyant bodies depleted, departing the physical self with a streaming line of piss—zippers up and zipped!

“WE’VE GOT A SEEDER!” — a la There’s Something About Mary with Ben Stiller—so hold yourself up by your britches and dirty migrants digging highway bridges, alone along the way, brother Justin I have to say, unto the pristine 40th Birthday

BROTHER BUSTIN’ JUSTIN—you are a shining light every single day!

Smoothly surrounded I found it

Doctors all around- their voices jumbled muffled lingo—cerebellum, say what of a cranial “vent” drilled through my skull, their bellies bereft of abs or fat, all at that, and this little Miss or Misses, bringing kisses and hugs—limp minuscule shrugs—sifting it all away, how about Demi Glacé on pork loin or the Swished Sweden’s meatballs of spice, so nice to taste, eaten it all, been the large portion neck of a Fork and lifting trucks benign with a straight-male Pieces squiggled line, all mine, done to sprayed hoses, you all Kleenex bloating noses of what-not but buttered and moist, snot-rag handkerchief, hung a Hollywood Christmas “wreath” wealth and health standing proud and tall, and my gifted sense, reduced legs of 3.5” in 2005 but I’m still alive—“TBI SURVIVOR” words of glory, some short stories... many “Soliloquies”—neato, best of me, Internet storage, come and see, my www.wrxtbi.com and www.alwayschillen.com reading/writing and mowing the lawn, humming to the Saxophone! ring ring ring, so ***grin***