I want to be with Justine "Tini Ara" Aragona again because I've asked her to marry me in 2011 or 2012 or 2013 that SHE HAS INTRODUCED ME TO A HOLY HOLY HOLY FORCE OF ALLAH IN 2013!!!!! ALLAH TOOK ME TO GOD THAT WAS RECOMMENDED BY EVERY SAINT JOHN'S CLASSMATE WHO HAS BEEN SO CLOSE WITH A LOVER I REQUESTED OF ALLAH WITH ALL OF MY RELIGIOUS STUFF IN BED WITH US, 8-10 HOURS, I ACCELERATED THE WHOLE WAY UNTIL I WAS WITH GOD LIKE HE WAS MALE BUT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY! AMEN. GOD IS THE GREATEST. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! C'MON PUSSY [THE MESSENGER]

                                                                                   My Saint John's High School roommates at Geneva Street I lived with and every single other Saint John's classmate told me, saying, "GO WITH ALLAH TO GOD!" at which PIN-PRICK IN THE JOINT WHERE YOUR ENEMIES BELONG FOR THERE TO FUCKING sufFER WHAT THEY DID TO YOU, they said to me because they were all told by D and B to ensure I'm able to laugh when sleeping on the floor in an immans Emirate State of IRIS by The Goo-Goo Dolls that I had my first kiss with Kristen JOHN'S SON YES JOHN DEEDY ISN'T REALLY GAY BUT I TURNED HIM ON SO MUCH HE JUST HAD TO INSEMINATE MY ANUS WITH HIS SEED, HE WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE ME

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I, me this the me typing, he wore cock-rings to school and I sat in the front row and he showed it to me after school, but my Dad doesn't wear one of this those fucking S&M things 1 year away from Alex with jail for him and his huge evil drugs -- P.O. Box belonging to HIM -- he knew he had ties with Russia and he kept it secret TO FAIL HARDCORE WITH THESE FO' SHO'

THANKS QUESTION: WHY DIDN'T ALLAH WANT TO BE WITH GOD AND I AT THE EDGE OF SPACE I'VE RESEARCHED SINCE 2013 WITH MANY IMAGES SEARCHED ON "GODDLE" AND I SWEAR THE PHF-EXPLOIT WAS DONE WITH ONLY MY WEB BROWSER AND A COCK RING JOHN DEEDY WORE AND BECAUSE I SAW HIS COCK RING, I KISSED HIM AFTER SCHOOL BECAUSE HE WAS SO BIG

AND POWERFUL

UNLIKE ME AND I'VE RECEIVED A COCK IN MY ASS IN 2001 OR 2002 RIGHT AT THE FULL ENTIRE YEAR AT HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE NEAR MY QCC ASSOCIATES DEGREE IN COMPUTER SCIENCE   NO ONE GOT ME HELP! I DUMPED OUT THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE! 2004, WHEN THE COPS ALL CONTRIBUTED TO MY KILLING MYSELF IN 2004 WHEN I HAD A GIRLFRIEND WHO GAVE ME ORAL-SEX *ONLY ONCE* ONE TIME ONLY AND THAT BITCH SPIT IT OUT AS SOON AS IT WENT IN HER MOUTH, SCREAMING AT ME, AND I WAS ALWAYSCHILLEN.COM AFTER MY OTHER CHILLEN WEBSITES YOU EVIL JERKS HACKING MY KEYBOARD, GOOGLE, WI-FI, LAPTOP, AND I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU ALL OUT OF -- THIS ALREADY HAPPENED TO ME IN 2013 -- THE SUN EXPLODED BUT I WAS FAR BEYOND THE BLAST WITH ALLAH ALWAYS ACCELERATING, AND I LOOKED BACK.

I WAS PLEASED AND DIDN'T CARE!

GRIEVOUS FELONIES OF MY HELLISH ENEMIES WWW.WRXTBI.COM THAT I ALSO BOUGHT WWW.WRXTBL.COM YEARS AGO, AND I HATE THE JERKS I REMEMBER IN CHARLTON, MA WHERE I WILL BUY A VERY LARGE HOUSE NEAR MY "HEALTH PROXY" PARENTS <3 DAD <3 <3 MOM <3 <3 <3 MOM CAUSED MY CRASH AND HER FUCKING AWFUL FAMILY DID TOO~

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Aerosol arrange things sweet and 100% so neat and proper, as if to “plate” a licensed Lobster- its meat to eat, so have it arranged so only hardly smart and no far, so far, no Harley with Peter (hi Pete! JW is so neat!) named “Davidson” the brightness being from Daddy David - minus 1 Son, to the tons of Hogs on Highways with the loudest of loud “Pipes” of exhaust from the Harley’s heated... washed and treated, soured with silken Milked Cows of SKIM all funky and dumped out in the sunken S.H.I.P. (State Head Injury Program), when I would attend the Get’To’gethers, with my Mother, my Mom I want her to hear this song, one of her favorites, along with Enya for a Double entendre.

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

Could to 18+ times the Thriller in a manilla folder of I, the Stocks holder, with a Public Ledger and a Private Ledger, who I have had those for many years, but not being left in tears — as although a relative may have left be me bereft, before, of 5000 Bitcoins out the door (and I hope he was not serious about dumping them early-on) with Earl Greys of Terry’s magnificance and her known to a lawyer, my Defender: Philip Stoddard, maybe not on Pinterest, but after showing an interest in suing the solder template, to fill my dinner diner, with a schlong time a-comin’ I dare not go a second night without any girls on-screen, and me praying to Make a Queen with NO CHILDREN TO BE SEEN, for I, not a Daddy now or then or EVER, I would never forgive those who STOLE MY SPERM! them little worms of needing $LEASH and $BONE when I sat in my throne, king come home, come to me, without a baby!

Coffee hot- so storm and shelter as I wear a felt pelt of impractical plastics-pellets served to Gents as per my Gentle Dad, and Kristen Gentile — nowhere to be seen — my once felt so much attraction, and hoping for a hormonal-reaction of anticipated subliminal fantasy, as with Kristen, I would be, but not Misses Johnson now married, the business of our USA Nation she carried, now a Mommy as head-down, as per the carriage a nuisance with a Russian toodle-loo, so look Debbie Doo, it’s me... and this textual know-how comes from you and my sweetie-boo, of who... how about a butt of Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona, she evoked my Monday morning, such moaning (in my bed) or groaning upon the first steps of getting up, as per the 11 a.m. wake-up call, coming stricken and personally withdrawn, so long, that time with Justine — me loyal to her — hoping she’s too Disabled and Handicapped for the average man, with her now 30 years-old or young, I’m still hung (GOD BLESS THAT PRECIOUS PILL I WAS GIVEN!) when who says a sagging medication can’t gain you some SIZE and zZz’s where it counts, to be in bed, that I sometimes prefer sleeping on my Love Seat couch-front with a kick in the C-U-N-T

www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm

Smashing down and not having had Royal Crowne when at-last at least in 2016 quitting drinking alcohol, the step- (by Step-Sister) not so small — as a matter if of FACT, I backdrafted backdrawn, not a “Pawn” but me the Prince, eldest Son of Wayne and Deborah — that “C scar” when I was protracted, protruding from the body of my Mommy! Odes and cheers to Mom—she didn’t like how easily I quit drinking, but only when I knew I should cut the “buzz” of each night, alcohol’s previous and impervious DELIGHT of Ultra-Light beers, and doing low-carb (34 lbs. taken off!) in previous years, without a t-shirt worn or watching anything but P-Hub.com at night when I would dream off, that the ZMA made a play-day at night, sipping Diet Sprite—or Diet Mountain Dew—still a vapor’s faced fave, that I am not an marinated slave, of Sirloin, and buying Justine “Steak” once-a-week, as I tried to save my $2 bills, to give them out as TIPS, to Tiffany Loconto (or Tiffany Langlois...) THIS IS NOT RE-HEARSED!

Queenie needing a limo drive to her resting spot—all the older folk on MMJ’s “Pot” to catch a drift (rifting) (rifling) (riffing) with Grandma “Granny-Balls” of Wes Badrigian, who, they have both seen “The End” (is near of:) www.alwayschillen.com/endnear.htm when I valiantly pursue coddling a couple of bored broads—seeing the excitement and Enchanged girls of my 8 East MENTAL HOSPITAL for-throws, where I was- and like no one knows: THIS IS ALL FOR “SHOW” of Family Feud with my own Grammy and my Ma, me “Ma” approving of the modern disrailment I wrote so much about and all weekend long... that ALAS IT WAS DELETED 38.4 MB .doc, me purchasing Word on the line of NO BEER IS FINE, to be, with me, and SOBER 2016: I wrote this:

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven

In for 23 days, and in a HAZEY-LAZY-LASSO — Mikey with my wish: BRAINna Sasso, scooped up, trooped, with Dr. Trump taking the $CAKE of baked hunny-buns of boun-ching booties and boobies SWUNG, for a Home Run, balls quivered to shun the squeezed “ouch” kick a Kangaroo in the buns and tail- when I tell my Tale of that link in a .pdf, paid purchase of Adobe, and me: now with no Photoshop...

I won’t pay the money for Photoshop $500 oh well, just a $WISH like a kiss from Tiph or Ember in now Sept. I drain and drank the Septic and Metric systems at the brims and the brink of a clean $SINK in $PINK of Vicky’s purses and handbags- but no G-Strings... oh what a DRAG, and off that butt (them butts to ogle…) or to Google: “jmarquis710” I bought a pack of Black’s Gel-Pens!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082PN4X5J?psc=1&ref=ppx_yo2ov_dt_b_product_details

I received an "A" in Psychology I at Worcester State University, and an A- Poetry II, B+ Creative Writing, B+ Health I, B+/A- Communications I that which all of these high grades were *AFTER* my brain injury, and I've talked to Elon Musk, Bruce Fenton, and Vitalik Buterin on the phone AND online, along with many other couple other people, people, WAKE UP PEOPLE !!!!! :^D

Work in to protect and Profess to my Psychology professional “Prof.” and on the beach “Baywatch” with the well-known David oh-la-la Hasselhoff

He’s not a nerd or flipping “the bird”—gallows of Sea-gulls to roam French fries, dropped, of David Hasseling a Hoof, to Bow (and King-ly) hooves on what Cows? And the whore-says all saggy singing with a $20 tip scored, considered WINNING in Main South—projects protected with plenty of po-po POLICE—stashing on SPEEDERS—and smashing in front doors (usually in them “projects” . . . With what challenges Dodge “charger” going farther, but including the necessary fees bringing a welfare patient to pull out the CBD pills and his/her EBT card, paying for the gasoline “The Pipeline” with what’s left of a scratch ticket spree... that used to be ME myself and bass fishing trophies on my shelves, giving pleasantries to the lawyers and to what’s ELSE Mike Pence? . . . wearing Khaki’s to my Catholic High School where I was popular and cool, playing it cool, $5,000 / year for the School . . .

www.saintjohnshigh.org where I was Class of 2000 with my 1080 SAT’s, so nicely!

And when will I finally be given my mail—they take my mail and MY BUSINESS INFORMATION, THAT I RUN A BUSINESS CURRENTLY: Google “JMRQ Heavy Industries” and that Alas, I don’t like “big Butts” strongly and strangely rearranged causing a reaching chemical and “Therapeutic” REACTION: a fashion line of business soots of top-notch noticeability—all for me—with them DKNY dress-shirts and plenty of ties, but not Bow and instead “Bo” knows best, augmeatnation so NEAT to blow up the boobs, swimming swinging and singing, with holey Hula-Hoops and Cristen Houlihan, she lent a “hand” but not her dental cavities, when, this when, when, she would only kiss me once—and that’s it, so I wasn’t all the way there—to “IT”—and the alarm clock-ed it sits, waiting for the time of a wake’ful bake-ful an AWFULLY ERRATIC BE-ALARMED with chirping beepers, my speakers’ “Tweeters” and I’m on Twitter accruing $SHIB with my buddy, the great, “Elon Musk” talk to him, I must remember everything in that call—in the spring summer winter or fall—to trip in the hall—the Bitcoins, MY Bitcoins... I want them all!

My teeny-weeny schweeny encompasses much of my sandwhich White While in my House, being it’s named “Fluff” its sugar, picking a booger so squishy—that wishy-washy taste in your lips—from time to time—we all do it and I’ve don’t done mine but not all of the time at 4:20 EPDM dingo-dulce I me be of the Mont Blanc post-lays... PO-TAY-TO CHIPS so a teensy-weensy bit of sodium salt—it’s on you upper-lip to dip the chips on in the “Ranch” white sauce, that beautiful, beautiful SAUCE of spliced Pepperoni and Honey Ham, sliced and THIN—I am at a fantastic but my weight—about 165 lbs.—hoping for $159 lbs. to mash to mess with the refinement of Royals wearing Ties Why’s I so Wise potato chips—carrot Dips—like living in the Boonies... that movie The Goonies... then off to NEU in Boston, that’s NEU and which I failed, hard panic-attacks me feeling like my heart and brain would explode—like the bomb package there yesterday in Boston that’s just awesome it wasn’t a killer, but causing 1 injury it was Deez Nuts!

This my Ode to the Masses—successful and Prologue “professional” studying the studies—the students and matters of who cares if I’m JW.org now Jehovah’s Witness—PETER IS GREAT AND HE’S ON-E OF MY CLOSETS AND FRIENDS, never X’ing off his chat-window, clutching the Capo’s canopy of tall trees in the breathed in-and-out BREEZE to snatch the aerosol canisters in my Pad—no more Febreze and fertile Over Me’S on the choice chick, my #1 pick—JUSTINE—with my bro and his name drop the “E” letter of having me addressed the internal-ecstasy of fulfillment with the tight brown hole, my whole fantasy harnessed, laying facedown—us two—all night long for about 7-8 hours, that we then took a shower, and doing it once again—like with her Mom—I said, “Sing A Song” with me protruding pronouceably ambled and addled, as I HAD IT beyond God!

I’ve been to the edge of space—in that Tantric “realm”—and me at the Helm when I needed help thereafter—come 8 East: https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven

I invested a bunch of money into $DOGE in 2013 or 2014 that Elon Musk my best friend, he told me "I can be your best friend every day if you want!" $DOGE the Coin!

Craving and Caves of MANNING IT to making it rain, and to disdain? I feel NO PAIN, of kettled eggs backing banking backed-up and thanking the French Ancestry—being of me and mine—I thank my “Marquis” Dad and his older Sister by less than a lifetime of her not drinking any wine—GOD BLESS HER—totally Sober, like me, and my Dad who very, very RARELY he gobbles a glass of pale ale—that he nulls the “a buzz”—while this I used to gulp down beers, with my parents there’ly knowing I was only hoping and ensuing for a HARDCORE “HIGH” of night after night, gulping the Brew-s... but come 2016 my time with all alcohols was thru-and-through with me FULLY SOBER like a brand-new person, when, my parents were being so happy with me not getting drunk—who’d have thunk and thought—I’d overcome the evil pathetic Grandpa glum drinking more than some and smoking a shit-load of cigarettes... but months after I quit all drinking, my parents we were thinking, “He needs something ELSE, for disposition—a newfound “POT-ion” and receiving the Accreditation of an a MMJ “Doc” writing me an approval, for only me, not my parents who they would never get high—oh me, and oh MY—my stash was after being aft to getting stoned—this my 2015-on pride to privately ingest the CBD “oils” of wells and walls to the halls with me sans-“balls” to be squeezed, by the Misses—given the scrotal kisses on her knees with her own ice-cream lick and tits ticking—her LIKING IT with the squishy salted Peanuts of Planters with the on-season harvest of putting on “combat gear” CAN YOU DIG IT??? Organs of CAN YOU HEAR?

I invested in John Deere, because of John D.D. I’m told not to mention my one night of homo and sexy bodily-invasion of where my spirited sprites in December 2001/2002, the when I WAS USED A-NAD “STICKED” no shining Sun of bruises with me having been physically abused with severe pain to my tests (in school at Saint John’s) and him full-handed my Testes I was into shaving, me being a man-  that John the older heavy jerk, he was to jerk a twerking fashion of me wearing FCUK so I thought it was a preparation to be of the Nation on my favorite radio station and JAM’N he urged the hip-hop to make me a sweet sugar-pie to be PURED SUGAR UPON, post surgery in 2004, to drip to the Rip- taking the Dogecoin for 1 mile walks one time or being two times a day, taking her to the street at the edge of the driveway—and I would say to the pet doggie, “Okay Rip-ley now you go PEE!”

2002-2013 Ripley

Pail Eyed and Shovel, at the beach, sitting in the sun, having fun, as the sand creeps into bodily crackles with cacophony cackles, and baked cakes surrounding lakes -- I haven't used a Rhyming Dictionary in about 1 year!

Future Tesla Roadster

Drop-top with Hip-Hop "Pops" to ticking clock on the Drizzle- and to choose who of remaining elected, the protraction of my reiterated stance—I stand and peddle with Lance—me the lingo-lagging but lavish Lingo-Language finest Finances, my homes of the psychiatrist’s “Trances” to tickle with a winking rolling that dank- with NETA to thank, in yesteryear of me going without the brews, the beers get my JEERS to work like a thievery-jerk, stealing the sold items in stores- Black on Black crimes, I hope for no or of the when to wait... then say I hate people staying silent around me, as I said hi to the only non-fat and non-pathetic Peep here and I was ignored, but with my know writing professor-y Prose Poetry I want to swagger like a bumble-bee with the bird newest nests high-up in the Tree Tops- an apartment complex I recall, somewhere “urban” Tiptronic Ebonics, the Ferrari shifters with the touted up round’a’bout ways of none-other than Timmy Hays to him absent, but as he’s “had” Audra Deiana I cry out, “OH MAMA” to Tess and Tia Froio I recall, both of them at advantageous vertical (horizontal laid-down in bed, in stead) their heights, both very tall, like Ember here at “Averte” in Bradford, VT if you want to “find” me being fine with the pre-able text to twist Twisty’s beautiful girls on-screen, I bought I remember... a month or two months, oh well- not a bunch as I decided I’d had enough of the SOFT-CORE “shit” and reverted my impervious imperial METH-ods of “Literary Study” when allowed to proceed (with great text and a need to embody greedy geeks at WSU) then quitting Indeed dot-com I wasn’t on for long, but in 2013 or 2014 it was a “Dead Stock” to my surprise as John Deedy my Saint John’s teacher, he remained alive and to THRIVE with his mutual-Fu’ing many gay men- their orifices- originally—Mannie—I THOUGHT MANY *Mannie* WAS NOT NECESSARILY “ugly” but instead me choosing her as the #1 wish to buy a mattress and a box-spring to unleash my manliness—that I wish for only Justine Aragona now (!!!) as she's been my hunny-buns with massive fun in her intimate "AREA"

Mowing the lawn

Towing the car

Rowing the boat

Eating some oats

Babes bubbly in the sudsy, sudsy whether to wash the Ditches with what window, of course, by the sink—but you should wait a couple minutes before, you go in there- it’s really sketchy, really stinky by the dishwasher remnants of Carrot Cake down the drain—Wall St. hot-shots (...) like my family member who who he would like Ember here, and him hopping we could get close-up to Miss (I don’t know her last name!) reminding me of “Rotella”- that my Minister liked the ring of—me wishing for “L” for liking the Love of the four-lettered (postage 18+) word the L-word that’s LUV FROM A DUV A TOOTSIE DOOKIE AND MY OLD CAT NAMED “POOKIE” — wouldn’t you know it, Garfield’s comic-stripper had me get the clippers when the mysterious and (cookied and COOKED) character kitty was also named “Pookie”—but I had a big problem with “Garfield”—first of all, Garfield was quite, quite fat and didn’t exercise—but please put QUOTES around this my pre-said and pre-set constable awareness of the owner, “John”—he was lame, Jodie was “tamed” and Josie Maran is a hot mother now, my picking up a magazine that, her on-cover I discovered her air-brushes- I want to touch her QVC creams and dreams of joining her...

JOSIE MARAN WOULD BE MY GYM PARTNER AND FULL-TIME OF DAY & NIGHT “LOVER” !!!!!

This rich bitch- she so slippingly-slim and SLENDER THE BARTENDER, to put an end to the early-morn’ but after ersatz humping all night Fizz-on wearing bare ass NO MORE THONG!

… and just like that, the games on!

Singing brain and singing Brian of Costello and Cab with A Call Away reach me at my business phone

(Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries) because this for the, “Jeffrey MaRQuis” d’railed and rained of security where I want to be, and near, to booty 2-shoes with NO CLUES!

And then PLUS, I DON’T SNIFF GLUE — I bet you do and al-THOUGH I’m throwing rocks with what sucks is getting Pegged at a Kegger of Kellogs SERIAL-PORTS, and CROTCHETY SUEING IS MY SORT, OF SPORT-S CAR WHEN DRIVEN FAR (...) that unfortunately I’m 3 hours away from those I know and once having known them best, through, and I HAVE A LAWYER, so don’t sue me or I swear, I will put my hands in the air and without a “Care” to “Comply” with a complex hex of ample and able prisoners’ “TIME” wearing sports-coats, dress shoes, sports-jackets (again, but one when it’s cold and lonely) what’s up Homey? And “whatcha in-for?” with a 4x4 Sahara “Jeepers” I admit I creeped on girls and on Facebook with Yellow Pages to address their digits, my own fingers pepper-spraid getting laid and touching butt inside a Cookie with what's for dinner... be we having tonight?

Salmon?

I might...

And to Cook summer sun of that, I take my hat and breathe the reached-in slim of embodying power and height, for I’m not of “A Short Stature” stated and having been hopefully PLAYMATE’D with, My “Legs, lets march and Leggo my Eggo” of you, Bri Eggers (WHDH weather girl) her Ember’s bold embroidery, cheese and cakes... dang dandruff-flakes... Solve it clean... Soylent Green!

BE IN MY CORNER AND COMMUNICATE WITH ME AND DISS ALLY(SON)!

https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/

That I ask you all to sit up straight or lay your bossy body down, as my stomach gurgles, with me focusing on girls, who, they like TaLL men and who the men use CASH register pens to write phat checks for hundreds of dollars, to their friends, like when Bitcoins were sold for $3.50 and I got IN soon after, then, when... 2005-2006 I knew Vitalik Buterin who was strangely intrigued when I had “Fatigue” skinny but with a majorly-destrictive Traumatic Brain Injury, my TBI, seeing double double vision vision out of my own eyes (!!!) being needed a re-set that enough REST was crucial to my survival, when I was completely unresponsive (responsibly irritated) for an entire TWO weeks, when I couldn’t open my eyes or swallow mushy food, when, me, fully paralyzed, but I WOULD SURVIVE THOSE TIMES—that month of me, and mine, my own, yours truly, when I would be pooping into a big TUBE in my ASS—and I won’t mention the slippy medications, prescribed and everyone dedicated to preventing my own poor death—to think, I dumped out all of the alcohol in the kitchen sink, sighing and literally crying... when I was in such deep DISTRESS that I needed all to WITNESS my empty dumped-out bottles of ticklish LIQUORS, when my body was heavier and thicker like “husky” to shoot the breeze when I’ve never had a “disease” that, oh please, I was on my knees with my girlfriend, who, she would sometimes cry because I was so rich and wealthy (but unhealthy drinking!) and she was thinking—as a matter of fact—she turned her back and it gave me a panic-attack (I had a prescription to Klonopin 4 x 1mg pills, high dose, I wanted the most!) so fuck her for breaking my heart and she’s gone, like SO LONG—

I can finally be with sipping souls who seek to please a loved boyfriend, me, with ORAL-SEX ***SHE NEVER EVER GAVE ME**** except for 1 TIME ONLY... saying to me, poor me, “THAT WAS GROSS AND I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!”

The near-death of me, and she used her hand one time only, also too saying, to me, ***THAT WAS DISGUSTING AND I DON’T WANT ‘IT’ ON MY HAND!***

But she was pretty, and she said, “DON’T BE SO PETTY!” Yeah she was pretty enough for ME to LIVE WITHOUT, her little mouth with buttery lips, I pressed into her hips, being a bit less than TEN TIMES in 24 hours!

I’m led to believe she had an abortion and/or twin girls named Isabella and Sofia, WITH HER USING MY STOLEN SPERM THEY STOLE FROM ME IN THE I.C.U. !!!!! =X

So she says, "Hey Mister, what about Mannie and her older sister, Danita?" and then she, she blurts out "Wanna play Twister?"

So such fragments incremented in De Basement of solid concrete linoleum with me and yours to Light of Cho Cho cool-whips of C.R.E.A.M. (“Cash Rules Everything Around Me” YouTube) by, the to my, own Chiseled Chest of my awaiting my ordered, a Mont Blanc $315 pen- a push-pen, with my those two pushed-up smooshed-up muscles needing a squeeze of but WITHOUT pushing out a newborn—I scorn “chemical reproduction” of wondrous wonders being of what I hope I’m not a “Father” through the “Recombinant” Insulin-pin peptides from years ago, but before, they shrunk my left-and-right Legs’es when I grew 3.5” TaLLer in vertical creation of 177-191 in my cheeks, ON MY FACE, THE ANTI-AGING TOOK PLACE, INJECTING MY FACE!, in one of my first- a spot of Geneva Street House—and without any cooking or pot-s or pens—of when oh when, I hold that $315 writing-device, my Bugler back Jeans are nice, having housed with Derek Langlois and Brian McNeil 2005-2006 that was so nice, of them, being carried for me, a Carrier A to the C... for summer weather, whether the temp too hot,and the ICE-BERGS are melting, I’m all felt up, my short girlfriend and her beautiful, hotter, skinnier, sexier, HER MIDDLE-AGED MOTHER, yeah we were together, and Justine she remains The “One” who, her Mom, well that was just silly taking a shower together, at the afternoon sunny-day hour, we made it there, and back, when I did her in the ass!  OH AT LAST- and after a swim, that her Bikini came off... and her credits I was in!

Kindly kin of Justine, that we sometimes kissed, yes, me and her Mom, that once- with a full and fuller mouth of spit, oh shit, I have gotten a "Trio" of 3 girls, yes 3 girls, while we were al having fun,  and on me all at the one timeframe and days and night-time pleasure, happiness, spending our time, being together, with no leather or "protection" when I had their Chastitties in 8 East: https://jeffreymarquis.com/2021/08/11/this-is-an-alternate-version-of-my-8-east-stay-with-jessica-tocci-and-carina-ricciardi-who-i-spent-23-days-of-spending-every-waking-hour-with-them-in-our-trio-and-i-was-in-heaven/

But pre-2016 when I would drink alcohol, that I quit come 2016—NO LIQUOR OR BEER TO BE SEEN in where but the scene of my room with a Fridge (icey-cold) I really SAW, the mental-inebriation of a Martian in Haiti, Cuba—me ignoring Mark Cuban @mcuban on T when we all “wither” come to Winter, and when eating Wheaties—NO WEED OR THC TO BE SEEN, ALSO—when I know it’s best I remain here- not too much sexy-despair of pared paired hourglass figures, that ass being wide, I took Laura ass-side years ago, and to this day, she’s my finest Lay’s of potato-chips,when playing out the Poker pieces, Blue-Chips and my shattered into 7 pieces, my left hip, and me on my one leg, now shorter, me a Bitcoin “walk the corridor” when flying at-peak each week, like the Winged “Condor” to gently knock and I look at the clock... and look who it is, it’s Ember (out today, on Stay-cation) on the 13th of Sept. I appreciate her here, she’s named “Ember” to eat, her, healthy and exercise but raising a child and me to see, ELSEWHERE (no kids having exited the sweetie chosen V...) because I’d rather be with a woman whosey never had a baby going out of that cutesy slit, but my wrists are feeling clean and curbed and hard, no glasses in SHARDS like ripped up Playboy Cards, sending out the Christian (I once would be, thanks to Saint John’s jubilantly-) of course, Christmas Cards and playing Poke on Facebook, changed to “Wave” on FB (NASDAQ invested bear market today on my Stocks!) when I TALK VERY LITTLE, adoring some kinky tongue-tied SPITTLE!

FOOLING, GOOD JOLLIES THAT IS SO-SO DEVIANT! =X