When once the comeuppance, I had a bank account in France with so many Euro's, but my Dad cancelled it on me! It had some hundreds (thousands?) of Euro's!

Wilted pitcher sinking the solitude of a single casket, blast it, brassed picture, here’s my lecture interjected with an EXIT ONLY my A-hole, ass it should be, I’m not crumbly and/or crusty to subscriptions often, uncoming a tantrum of collapsable sorts—find flickered fetuses at The Morgue—down in doldrums playing the bass guitar of Blues—it coming very far for a suede svelte shape Loch Ness in a lake—chocolate chips in the pancake, arriving laden to the Made so people with a Mont-Blanc pen, a writing device when all is nice and symphonic jabber sorted, of sorts, with Boxer Shorts getting mildly moist at the sound of Kimmy’s voice, and rehearsed of that “single casket”—been alone so long—me missing Justine singing gentle songs, while riding in the car, we went so far, yes- so far in fact there wasn’t much of a point to go “beyond God!”

A statistician’s inclination to pay the dude on time so, all will be his, with even a blown kiss all sudsy and crumbly sweating buckets—this when to see a marriage torn, a wife discerned and dissuaded—Discorded—the loops on the land-line phone calls, but amounted to nothing but bitter chatter, the dry bread for breakfast, known as “Toast”—NO BUTTER—when aiming to take off shades of weight- the pounds with feet stomping the grounded belt of a Treadmill enamored and felt, start trudging with the left, the foot, the boot on a wheel, before me McNeil so militant madness at me—for smoking weed (in the year of 2005)—I stayed alive with a Traumatic Brain Injury, all me of mine, now foreign to any purple juiced red wine, been SOBER ALL THE TIME for several years, and no whining and no tears—strip the paper, I’ll see you later!

lol see ya lol

My left hip and my lifted brain, it's on my lit fingertips, can you feel this?

Arriving dissuaded and oral-templates shiny laden put shrimp and broccoli in the strainer, a la zero pain needs no refrain but roof-top shaded from the raining weather, a duck sifts its feathered fallacy of pooping on the beach, or on Eli Lily- them lily pads sitting certainly like Circular the 360-degrees underwater bass fish at ease, the fisherman teases, a worm, and a bobber head-knocker knowabout the way to “fly fish” hooking a big ol’ Trout to say, what about?

Steer clear of financial doubt,

the again what about my on-screen clout ???

How about Wayne’s boat, it keeps afloat for about fifty-kay ($50,000 for a freshwater boat) again, AFLOAT like the Modest Mouse song Dana and I would groove to with a soothing 23 ounce mug of Pub 99 Sam Adams, when, I now SOBER 2016—that seat in the lounge moreover, I now choose a water, and with lemon&lime—my Marquis lineage and More Miley On-Air, my rich parents I admire, with how they live their lives frugally and without the whiskey—I drank many years ago—paying my measly amounts but Tipping BIG on occasionally at The Sole Proprietor (www.thesole.com) of long meals to eat stuffing my plump face, wishing to again- journey Space of God’s universe, holding it at the edge, clutching my best lover’s ever’s her boobs, as I proceeded to reach my arm past God... yes and His great “Illusion” of Him being “The Father” of His universe I advanced, along with the Cialis (Tadalafil) kind of pill I’ve been taking for years—that long without any beers—I enjoy the skinny girls with my small stomach, Ron and Ben, here at “Averte” where I enjoy them with smiling faces—I’m seeing stars but no “tracers” of the psychoactive aspect to envy a plethora of those who’ve supported me and my TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY!

Read about my great injuries—near-death severity—at www.wrxtbi.com 👌

I left The Earth on my journey to the edge of space, finding my place to be, ever so joyously but saying "Goodbye Big Bang" (faster acceleration than it!) with my concentration piqued

On the wisp of whiskers snicker-doodle NETA perusal antiquities to deal with on-line, all the time, and hours wasted- my Copy N’ Pasties to elect the forthright and forth and back, time for one of them Cookies—a kitty—and a light laden candle snack with my online handles “wrxtbi” and “alwayschillen” plus this new before it was arranged, Daniel B. bought a couple shirts at J. Crew—me there and I Cared for a fashionable fit, me seeing Justine try on low-cut shirts like this, and me peeking peeping those tits!

Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries”

Her chest sincere MY DEAR (plus those John Deere Stocks of mine...) Justine enamored and thanking me for banging a nail in Grammy’s coffin, and a spanked thanks thanked Chick coughing up some PUNK sitting (but not “spitting”…) in what “rocks the boat” with a pleasant attitude, her not a prude (!!!), very cheery, as can be—so much suchie-suchie whimsical and altruistic SALUTE, but I’m without my girl as of now, and how- can I have her back ??? ...a warm front with what weather, my nonchalance to say, “Whatever, you want my lady!” slim and shady, afloat a broad, my body and her fingernails—but she wouldn’t scream with joy, and me being CLAWED... my bored and poor pectorals, seeded pores of sebum

And speaking of SEE-BUM:

Such much lyrical TaLenT coming in the clear, that, HONESTLY, I'm a millionaire who cares about Religion and The USA when I pay the Taxes, limousine and a Tuxedo~

Banter “Black Panther” what an awful idea

Toasted Frosted Flakes of a wake up and bake up a cake up, or down—envision a frown on a clown—and I missing many who’ve passed on the gasoline heated cooker stoves, such and so and so in a grove, clothed, but not in a graven-yard of Ellie and her weaving—her yarn—I bought the bright li’l lady a yarn bag-  this because I’m not a gay faggot—straddle it—a single cigar tube, and some Swiss Navy (Nudie—her boobies...) found on bitches abroad, kernel sod to be saught after the Creation through God “The Master” I’m French and must her Mustard be of Gas—worried worshipping Army shod overseas in Berlin be the Back-Yard through and through—can you hear me?

Am I “getting of you” the trough throughout my throat while writing prose and poetry—POWERED—keeping me afloat of being “ON” while we have Kim Kardashian in a bathing suit, sweating out her pooper—this is an image to be kept where the wifey won’t see, but I as Single—spreading wealth and health and the Finest Filth on-line to be seen, all those Keep staying Keen on booty Thongs, minces a Pawn

Bulbous back-side viewed “In Stride” walking tall at the down-town Mall with barefoot Locker—get the 12V and SHOCK HER with “The Shocker”—that I’m after and aft, me able, to bring the hot ’n’ sexy images, in, of To my perusal being astout and outstanding, NINE-ELEVEN LANDING, my volunteer work, I’m able to be sharing, not only online—SOBER 2016 with no sips of Wine—and I’m bereft of an unhappy whine, oh calm sewn what Weedie’s (Wheaties collectable cardboard boxes) of the shorty cupcakes being deep-fried and me writing, so “snide”—it cannot be denied, I write with a sigh and signed expression—a smile on my favorite introduced introspection—praise my nation with Sovereign-ty Bank arms-length ATM and I’ll withdraw the pen from the fishy stink of such pink:

Transmission grease is toxic! Oh the soil-ed private inner lingo!

Ain't dat sum shit, nigga! 💋

Google: LXST CXNTURY | PHONK MIX

I ordered 250 N95 masks in 2004, and I ordered 250 N95 masks in 2005, when then I ordered 250 N95 masks while there were only a dozen instances of CoVid-19 on the West Coast

They only sent 50 and I knew it was a big deal

I looked for laboratories on Facebook and I told them "Co" because of my Dad's huge Incorporated business, which I then said "Vid" for BitTorrent that my interest soon became Bitcoin, anyways I wanted to be with a 19 year old when I was in my mid-20's so I said "18+ but I want to be with a J.A. who was 18.5 spending a great year with her being "19" -- "CoVid-19"

I wrote to them, a number under my age of 25 I believe (but over 18) -- so "older than 18 but still a teen and not 21 yet" -- a narrow window -- my Dad was angry when he asked me what I sent to China -- and this is all because, previously of a few years before the Coronavirus (I said to them "Phil knocked out Wes Badrigian (R.I.P.) his front tooth! and Phil always drank Corona's!) -- I clipped out a short article on a front page of the sections in the Telegram & Gazette, about Wu-Han and I thought Wu-Tang to listen to on YouTube, and the article was about a "Pandemic" seriously I saw in 2007 or 2008 in my newspaper that my Minister got too -- so I called him and I told him to read it and he didn't want to because he was busy and didn't care what one of my "beliefs" was because I was TBI "Recovering" -- anyways I predict things, and I make things so, like recommending to Bruce Fenton that he had to run for Senator of New Hampshire in the future -- he did but didn't use any of his own $$,$$$,$$$ -- so I sent him 2 donations of I think $350, yeah, and he didn't win -- however he appeared at BTC 2023 a convention and he has a lot of millions USD, so this is after I'd talked to him at one point 4 nights in a row of over an hour each time!

He was nice. I told him I wanted to sleep on his couch.

He hadn't heard of Vitalik Buterin ($$$,$$$,$$$) hundred millions, if the of, Mother Dove (soap) and Vitalik’s ownership

And I talked to Mike Lindell dispensing advice and trying to help him always put work first, I thought drugs would have helped his work ethic

My biggest fish was ELON MUSK 40+ MINUTES OF HIM AND I TALKING! =D

But the "360"-degree universe is everything mindblasting and I felt every single atom and Red B-C circulationing and when I went to A.A. I wanted to tell them about the God I had circulationing within me -- His "Holy Spirit" and I'm not making anything else about it

I had a <>< metal stick-on bumper sticker in metal and I had one about "Jesus Christ" that he got me onto God's level and halfway beyond HIM GOD THE ALMIGHTY GOD, who, I reached through His great REAL "ILLUSION" like a hologram AT THE EDGE OF SPACE, and I was the center of the universe once I'd accelerated, always accelerating with His (but it's not a part of Him) "Supreme Velocity" or anything in your imagination or something of real thoughts, I thought "A million billion trillion lightyears per millisecond" and I've written so much about this -- I had a 38.4 Megabyte .doc I bought Word to write and it was many thousands of pages, I wrote the first 200-300 pages in size-8 Arial font I have a 113 page document I WROTE ON PRINTER PAPER 113 pages with a short pencil and 113 pages of printer paper I wrote while in a mental hospital with 2 younger girls and then a third but we were only friends because she was 17 with her name somehow similar to the singer Sabina Carpenter = Jesus was a Carpenter and he stayed in really good shape—my birthday $CAKE to shake a leg and wiggle in-between, them pegs, Pinocchio left in the “Dregs” of society—this white whining rights-ing is all about me—my views, pre-angled tattered and banter, cometh with Winter of all, count ‘em FOUR SEASONS, a hotel/motel with what neat sheets and a restaurant/bar in the lobby occurred offering Lobster, clawing at the sea moss—and Kate Upton doing “The Dougie”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAfOBSW-YFs — a must see !!! Is she married?

“OPERATION SMILE” To The RESCUE!

https://www.operationsmile.org 😃

Transfixed Tracy pegged on a la the Male Nanny (buttlord butler, BUTLER THAT’S BUT-LER) of the house, when without the ways of pinned displays of LCD on-screen to be seen, Hail The Queen of Cambridge- where my Brother Justin Marquis takes a dip in a hot tub, greasing the (Marge) Geary absentee of an individual—me standing a-so proud in the Quart of 1% one dollar holler—like Melissa would say—feeling the dismay of to the Heathens of Heather breatheing deep all week long, lucky husbands So Lingering Longly with palled around Palsy—and Paisley from the Dow Market but no basket at Enterprise bringing cars from afar, in Detroit- elbow joint swinging back and forth sweeping up a street’s litter but only figuratively, the insurgency of one Dick Tracy in a trance, fuck Trans Nursery of fags I see, marched up Rainbows and pithy flowers, none of my Followers fallacy, no daintiness of men attracted to-be disheveled and used needles... all that pink lips in pin-pricked with the vehicles running on ELECTRICITY!

Doldrums from the sum on the, of thee, your “game” so lame and peptides-petite a weekly treat of hyper-oxygenation throughout the Nation of Islam to scram, in the Circuit City to get the best of me—bare of Hard ’n’ Icey Cider, so the sidelines wink at the Players—popping bub in the club, the Monet Chardonnay causing a “sway” (and a stumble) walking in order of rules coming first carrying a coffin to the Hearse, being remorse two done stepped into the delicate ways, of when one is buried in a grave and stoned, the aught be upright and tight, with a rose up top—pretty petals when the red, red, rose (and wine) be it stomped on the gasoline pedal, mouthful of metal cavity caps, so aft, then where a long duration passes, trapped in time and space—we travel through space and time—and that’s a phat rhyme, Author drinking liquids of liquor to implore, he or she remains assured, coming clawed (and glowing) that the show must go on, Rook takes a pithy Pawn—to sell the used items like JEW-elry in Israeli occupation of Holy “Creation” shampoo’d smashed and glitter—I’ll take a cutesy li’l critter Kitty Kat to the one sweet place called Home, cat then, in the zone of what be my own—somewhat sultry apartment coming with cleaning—Sandy’s classy ways, I am saved of doing dishing dashing DISHES of Tricia’s online gamble bubble-gum purchasing some when seeing the minty-crisp, Cleft Pallete with a Lips-sunk lisp and teeth to be shone

a subtle shade of yellow!

My www.wrxtbi.com about my injured brain and many injuries in 2004, this when, I WAS "SET-UP" !!!!! IT WAS ALL "A SET-UP" www.wrxtbi.com I DISDAIN MY ENEMIES!

Tickle to tick-talk the roundabout circle-swinging sided with the largest Clock like Big Ben, and when, and how, I bow to God and Dad and Mom, thinking so long, do I want to stay alive? I think about war and I’m waiting for the “Light me up, Light me up” (BIAMA) my TBI group of yesterday’s long years-forlorn but living at home and dining so exquisite—I delivered shrimp salads to my parents—now they pay $20,000/mo. “Rent”-ed runts of www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm as we sway on, so long are the nights of me when, so such so lightly “nocturnal” when I find peace in the quiet, dark world, with XM Radio!  And hey ya know, what’s up with the wacky antics of the fucks here at “Averte” once again “sway” when it’s time to get the lay’s potatao chips, misstepped awkward hips, with sealed lips, squirted on a rag—some Varnish—exhaust pipe wheels on tar- the exhaust is TAR-nished and nixed when ‘a’ riding dirty, all for the life of a Boulevard Tramp crashed—shoulda taken an off-ramp that “Silly Ho”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aDMbC2SlxU

Pull the “Shades” on The Palisades of paradise where everything nice, sweet, to be greeted by some more of Ahab and Allah at Alcoholics Anonymous, cantanker-ed when while Wed to a beautiful Bride, that is said, to, “I DO!” by a mysterious Minister—what happened to Rev. Jim Chase???—he’s in-hiding by my own intuition on my Mission to Mars—I don’t set foot in them “Bars” for years of diligence, irrelevantly, where I be, wondering why so many new friends on Facebook?  And have I been “hooked” ???

I’m into the this household writing all-nighting not drowsy succumbed to sleep—with a wink-eye despised—so SURPRISE!