“Paging Dr. Crum-Bum” entranced what Butt other than Justine’s behind, the picture she was the bacon in my flap of sloppy orgasms one onto upon the next, when now I’m bereft of Curel but seeking a sunk bum worn out, I’m worn out by Islam, I’ll leave out my believing in the ONE TRUE GOD OF CREATING HIS UNIVERSE, accelerating through the Big Bang when I was NOT IN FLAMES, but nearing closer to the Ecstasy my Fantasy to produce a producted “Erection” without parental discretion, but my parents wanted me to have it with a few times of having used sexual protection, a Sheik condome, one time that night of reaching so long but not reaching THE GOD I PRAY TO AND WORSHIP, the “Him” kinda old but at timeless Illusion at the edge of space, I found a happy spot, cinching my Plotted timestamp unto a forlorn Disabled and Handicapped young with another woman . . . her Mom in the house, previously a forums fan-favorite of online girls playing with Dildo’s, ordered from creepy creeps, the “Creepers” for saying clicking cancel and not seeing footprints on the keypad, to hit STOMP! And upon a grave I planted my soft fist of a slave hitting his or her Massa- the plantation owner, the trampled rights of BLM and the commonly common-day insensitivity to invest in “Shiba Inu” 80,000 increase in monetary meaning of my Bank in France being the Bank of France, because why not but of because of LANCE, lizard laser lawsuits of thousands in USD… invested in 2013 or 2014 APPROPRIATELY, with a camcorder, tape recorder, we taped the whole night, when, believe it or not, his friend who works for the Police- C.R. he said there were no donuts, so spent… all my Trust Fund into 5000 Bitcoins and so many Stocks- take a barebones peek beyond God and I’ve been HAD once worshipping Jesus Christ who I suffered in his place thusly seeking an alleviate the Nation of Islam… the Middle-East classwork at Saint John’s I did so many overnight CRAMS… and sessions be with the mesh is- NOT THE CRYSTAL OR ANYTHING FANCY!
The CBD herb of CBD leaves me happy, my parents have for me to see, every evening and some in the Morning, before I leave the house
At least me hoping I can buy a street near my house, putting Bitcoins into U.S. Dollars $,$$$,$$$
5000 in total… and both us Sober as time went on, I tolled Dan sing a song, but not for long, for my Alias of “Jeffery” and “Jeff M” to have not driven a car in years
Keeping 51% of my Bitcoins and Stocks, where here at “Averte” Sandy sweeps- not mops- when she surely does indeed not only VACCUUMS but she sweeps for a first-time bonus of about $50 or $100 when I wasn’t able to pay her a pre-yearslong payment from me the rich Playboy super-sucker VACCUUMS shriveled substance intimate places, the girls seen me please by my expectations- my face, and the intercourse of course on birth-control the girls- I made them come into my world of “Recovery” as I went a couple years, one year intentionally, of basically neutering myself and not watching any pornography, when each night I wanted the Playmates to “Recover ME!”
My cash, my “crypto-currencies” my Gold in a safe in a New York SPOT, of a blot on the fingerprint paper, I wanted it to be official, so Dan and I had his P.O. friend come to Dan’s house, by the end of the night or in the morning, I forget, but the hours of buying “crypt-currencies” that out-did Nypro in the setting sail to catch cooked fish, I signed many papers with just my fingerprint and the whisp of a high-pricey prestigeous and Presidential “CROSS PEN” new and the ink and pen, that now, they’re in a safe maybe somewhere in New York… Dan FORKED me the upperclass prestige on a stage, he had a “Maid” in his house who would recycle his laundry, of him literally forking each other, we did poking and fork-feeding the leftover restaurant-food we got that night, that them energy drinks made me stake my CROSS PEN — that Dan and I prayed together all night, and to my Delight, we prayed that neither of us would suffer, ta-ta’s on E. in the my male-member of an upperclass ass on E. that there are 2 E. nurses here hearing my Caretakers in this my “Rehabilitation Home” !!!!!
Sunned and stunned at the Summer lateness of setting The Sun, that burst into flames, my tap spilling down the drain, and clear clean liquid European Dames “That I wanted a Bank in France” when my Dad threw a “Fit” and had me “Quit” the foreign Bank I chose, Paris Hilton had a poodle, blood dripping from Paris’es feminine months of irregular Frequency tuned it into not only the local news with Bri Eggers, my friend, and complimenting her I felt a Tiphdizzle leaking from a where hither that vagina — one time a month, think at that time a RED-LINE TAMPON!
Leave me alone G wiz-kid leans to left.
This X-ray “Jeffry” is an Alias created, with my hip-bone segregated from one-ness SHATTERED INTO 7 PIECES!
I have the scars
I have 2 scars on my skull and 2 scars on my body which is at ease just please let me stay at “Averte” or buy a house WITH MY OWN CURRENCY AT TD BANK!
Dan to the thanks for buying me so much Gold and Stocks, me rich from currencies cycling out of me, money- I pee and I shook off my anal-assailant, ailing from John Deedy him trying to assail me, and my ass, my virgin ass, penetrated by a loose him- drained of his “SWALLOWED BY A LOOSE FRIEND” . . . another guy, who had issues of steroids and Adderall, Xanax, Needles, painkilling Tramadol, that was good for muscle, I saw, when he said, “You should just do Tramadol every day until you die and Insulin”
Plus Mrs. Neas did not try to harm herself, the duo of 8 East our Trio in a montage of Phil Montehue who Tiphdizzle is happy with a new man and good for her — I am thin enough #165 or so, I know that maybe I weigh about 165 lbs. and DIETING AND EXERCISE, Mrs. Neas was TIGHT with all of her might, the last night there I was able to be enough able to seek the seed into my Dominix Dominatrix living at home with her Daddy, not a relative’s that’s for sure, a tender “Fancy” Uncle wood in history at Saint John’s where Freshman year, Mr. Mead told is that “The SJ Brothers” we are your teachers but if you put us in jepeorde I’ll be your “Father” with a letter I’ll write one of the Saint John’s Brothers and you’ll see the door and kicked out — Alx Neas was paid a lot of money to “kick men in the balls but not always, but they said to me, ‘I be where the cash be’ telling her of Kreazy delicate princesses and queens never getting in-between with my 3 popular dot-com’s and it wouldn’t be too long until my friend online and often on the phone, with many calls half an hour or twenty minutes, he liked me and he had a wife and kids when we’d be friends “ON” goes a light, the sun, the hot mass I accelerated through at BEDTIME ERSATZ DOING A DAMNED “FLESHLIGHT” I NEVER BOUGHT! That’s stupid, there’s your girlish delighted palm and fingers—pretend it’s a girl doing the work of busy doings in the b’daie and “good day” I will have with all of the time they switch my CBD… seriously I buy CBD ONLY!
2 Expired MMJ cards
Biden’s approval sinks — on the News — Playboy Paper-Boy with a washed toy, shouldn’t be a gift for a boy- a man, named from the time that upon birth, my life was mine, but having unleashing meaningful Prose to leave it to the New England Patriots to take home the trophy and bring home the nation, one now no longer than the Plantation of Mama Massa Jew Boss with clean chomped choppers sparkling white—I NEVER DRINK WINE OR BEER! THAT’S SOBER 2016 A LONG TIME AGO—so no stained teeth, now no stains on my sheets EVER fading the endeavor of only partially getting beyond God — like the Statue of LIBERTY! — inside of God’s head his brain, that there are infinite “frames” of still motion eyesight when tonight turns into day, so even a Disabled hospital life-support “patient” being unable to open his or her eyes, that God is probably a man… that’s what Jessica T. and Carina R. told me when they would hold me tight and make love to me, but quietly, when for 28 days and nights my Mom had condoms she gave to me to give to the girls, I’m free… then I wrote a long amount of pages, 18+ readable by the 40 ages of turned 40 now feeling the classic Soliloquy Anthems, A- in WSU… Poetry II with Dr. Gibbs I told him to “TELL A FIB” on the first day and he had us all write FIBS! We were friends that first day… WHEN THEN I SAY, NOW TELL A “FABLE” — when Dr. Gibbs said he was so excited to see a TRUE POET work with websites words and WITH it being the best of a pumped-up chest a la the pushup’s I could do 35 or up to maybe 50 pushup’s with rHGH in my arms that the doctor shrunk, so I would have average size arms, my left arm is small, but my calves pumped up with Synthol oil since 2006 when these places have been under squintein-protein 100% with 5000 Bitcoins that I now own— or at least I hope I still have 5000 Bitcoins or at least one, Uncle John says, “Yay Jessie Besse!” Dan’s mother was a Nurse, when her lines of knowledge NOTHING NOSTRAL, the fact that I haven’t fallen or inhaled a joint OVER THREE YEARS HERE AT “AVERTE” I’m suspended from an account because I’ve done so much with “crypto-currency” I will send hopefully soon “Senator” Bruce Fenton, finding him the Public Figure, him making connections on Facebook — businessmen and nurses showing the urges to create not only 40 V’s at Vicky’s panties I hope you’re taking all of this lightly at a taller than 6’2” putting it all in my arms and legs THAT WERE SHRUNK, my parents learned with Insulin pins I’d take within, and within the Charter Spectrum at home in Charlton, MA with my parents being visiting volunteers here’s at “Averte” where I urged for Carissa to be appointed, BUT I TOLD THE MANAGER “MAKE SURE SHE DOESN’T GET FAT! AND MAKE HER JOIN A GYM BECAUSE SHE HAS A GOOD BONE STRUCTURE TO HER BODY AND I WANT HER TO COMPLEAT Meguiare’s Wax candle cancer asparachusetts Mid-Lane Middle-Land with Ohio being mentioned, as per Alt Nation, I added the 2 “Nation” stations XM radio and wouldn’t you know, I once long ago told Sirius something about how Iraq and Afghanistan have the “Nation” name wrong and it should be “Nate-Shorn” like Kissing Kristen Johnson, that was okay to get to tickle her tongue, I dramamine’d out with about 10 pills when I heard it would make you Trip — Nate’s sister “Tripped”
She was “Tiph” that’s her tripping on Molly!
And too thin we and most people believe if you don’t have a medical-condition, consult A GYM! because THIN IS IN!
And ponder a peep of my “My Photos” and the bum “I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!” and I’VE NEVER BEEN ARRESTED!”
Do you know anyone who’s had their License taken away, out of pocket, I want to send BRUCE an envelope with a $100 bill, if that’s okay… I hope I may see him in person, someday hopefully soon, to sit down at a sit-down of him and myself and Ember here at a meeting, maybe I’ll go alone… by then I hope he is SENATOR with more than enough hair, and his kids aren’t scared of him hopefully soon a SENATOR BRUCE, I typed in Fent and saw a Public Figure of his photo on my screen in 2005 I believe, so many phonecalls of my trying my hardest on a Quest to harness his powers of Politico prestige and awareness: BEIRUT AND BRUCE AND MY BRO HAVE ALL AT LEAST ONE TIME THOUGHT OF PLAYING BINGO, PING PONG, Golf, GOD, gold investments scattered USD across the globe, Dan said he was kidding if he could buy me a Pyramid burial, in the Homeland of Jesus, Israel, right? Wasn’t Jesus in Israel for a time he was alive?
Subject: READ YOUR ELON MUSK BOOK!
I was Elon’s phone friend for 44 minutes when he was waiting for a plane, and I set a saying of alleviating to my U.S.A. Nation from the elevations that my hopefully soon my Dad will give me my Tesla stocks from 2013 or 2014 when I invested $100,000 of my own money and that of others, that I donated in Bitcoins on one lonely internet inter web website when I just might give it all to the government for what substantial sum of money I have not succumbed to the dark side feeling. ZERO GAY PRIDE! I take in my straight laced stride,with me the HEROE HETERO-SEXUA… with me the desire-eee of a Tampa UT coach with the most abundant precision of timing my next Posts, staying away from 0 to 18, because I only like Adults and not planning on Reproducing so I’m not a Papa… mainly because I was anally assaulted ME BEING PRODDED! MY BY HIS LUCID FANTASY OF ANALLY FUCKING ME… maybe my parents got their $100,000+ 10k road race he shoved it in my face, and his car we drove in—that he told me to get a book out of his Saab 9-3 I searched for condoms because he would wear a cock-ring he got a boner in class one time of soon before HE LEFT THE ROOM!
His Fruit of the Lomb and leather laces, that he whipped my bareback with his “bearback” loving it, and then him upset when I said, “I’M CRUSHING MY HIPS ON THE FLOOR! My non-bloody feces were under his doodie, this gay teacher, hired… by a rival school, playing football in a big field WITH NO SMALL CHEERLEADERS LIKE MANNIE, her brother and her sister and her Mom and Dad, at one point, I spoke to her parents of how much I wanted to be MARRIED and that , that it being a Catholic High School I never put my head down in class… but for my parents paying so much USDollars and penny of sensical whimsical whiskers on FAT CATS with limousines and big cars like Cadillac’s Northstar 32v V8 engine with 300 horsepower, bad boys on the highway interstate chalk on caulk and on the flat board tablet Macintosh Jelly iPad on-screen keys, never Vaseline is chilly, with a cramp of Granny being Wes’ dead Grandmother and Wes is now smoking Jim Cassidy’s age-old tale of tanning only at the beach, not seeing bulbs or bodacious boobs like Lauren in West bum-F town with mowed lawns I look at, the keepers mowing when I’m not suing anyone, and because that would not be fun, for me to see, the me the me the man who hasn’t seen a stripped vehicle with her top off, at an not for years I’ve gone to a Strip Club or ever here when-st I savor the flavors of Diet Drinking and Seltzer to melt your heart, and topped off with a shot… on the back… yes on a ladies legs and feet wearing Uggs, ever since a few Fall and Winters ago, when Uggs were on TV on every show and every passing girl on the on-screen TV show “Hollywood Hoez” a la Jersey Shores, and for sure, Paulie D reminded me of me, with Melanotan II put in my belly getting then-slimmer all year long (not just in the winter ) that along the way there my maybe some hypersonic sway, to harass B.s buns with fingertips heading south, it was my Dad’s ECM Plastics, Inc. XMAS PARTY! but she wouldn’t, you know… do the headway headshop traditional way. Allyson didn’t ever use her mouth and I should have been with any othergirl that her in her womb, she has Twins, she wanted, as that can be a planned thing, the vocal cords of her’s they’re wearing thin, like her, when, and only when, she was skinny, I took her to the XMAS PARTY!
Her not giving me her mouth, she only let me see her pretty toddle-lee voraciously at high night when I might only be in her vagina with a few minutes of oral sex and NEVER BUT ONE TIME HAVING MY SPERM IN HER TROUBLED MOUTH her never wanting to see my “seed” or GOD FORBID, EVEN, SWALLOW!
She spit it out that first and one a measly one — Allyson giving me no head, when I agreed to steer clean and clear of withdrawing my John (Deere) Stock I own, for with “MY STOCKS I’VE WON!” I owned coindesk dot-com to peruse Google — I won earning a spot at CoinDesk to skim slim Dan and I when I chose to get slim in my boisterous manner of pitter-patter the time went on to read the text.log’s on Google’s wi-fi hotspots the neighbor letting me use his ‘net worth of BILL GATES HAD PIMPLES, where the city Blimp goes, there Thereau through the sky, up high at the mountain-top needing a foot-step to breathe cool air, with mittens Fancy Crevist a body without a Boeing Boarding, I SAID NO TAT’S tat fat pimple-face discrace but me “Showing Face” upon a Trooper’s front lawn and greeting him with a pile of CD-R disks, painting maintaining the fallacy of fallo-city FALLON CITY, for annual check-up’s knocking on the Trooper’s all liking me for conveying to the crowd of onlookers, maybe the neighbors saw my car driving 30 mph when I wouldn’t ever go beyond the speed limit I was warned, by the Judge to go through “Driving Therapy” an overseer in my driving my car, someone somewhat somewhere far, like Rev. Anne Skinner who would have been impressed by the years of celibacy, nothing intimately… no orgasm for about a year, that Jim Chase said to me, “If you don’t masturbate you wouldn’t be in Heaven,” THAT MY PARENTS URGED ME THAT NOTHING WRONG, TO PLEASE MYSELF ALONE, IN MY BEDROOM, and at “Home” in Charlton, MA
On “Meta” on Facebook I was friends with Alfonso Ribiera — the CELEBRITY — me looking to meet famous people who’s on-screen name boredom broadcast into the water with a nice Reel of my Dad’s fishing trophies, boxes of them, that I hope he has kept, the secret of mine, to me and Daniel Michael BESSE at his best just him and I bearing frontage first foot-steps of not having any tattoo’s or piercings, we have virgin bodies, sterilized, and CoVid-19 shots, I am responsible for the 18+ name that I was promised wishes… but in Winter I wished I fished for fishes- the ice on Baker Pond when clearing snow from driveways and vehicles takes so long—needs a garage in which to partly park my maybe I’ll have a Tesla and a house, new and without a mouse unearthing scratches upon the pantry, that I tried on a favorite panties, she would wear only silky thongs, he he he she shot out milk one time, but she didn’t get pregnant and her Mom said her “Goodies” were leaking because of a pill from her doctor and they know damn well hoe how now how much of a dose did her Mom give her, and did she always have her period? Maybe not the first 2 years when I blessed her stuckout belly from Carbs, my ELON-gated arms, now not so long, and I can’t sing a song but Righteous Brothers “Unchained Melody” I thought something would come to me when I “did it” listening to what said sing-song, the Long song of a $100 karat Bitcoin Cash price, predicting near-peak I had thought 596 like my cellular entity that I believe in theGhost of Grammy and the Doses of Haloperidol, a halo for Grammy, her XMAS PRESENTS with chocolate coins, unraveled by me, Tiphdazzler such sickness of “Anorexia” her eyes Dilated to dine upon the dimes of E the pills she took, you fucking should see the look… on her MySpace so popular, the vote, that Binen’d his Blind Approval Rating in the it STICKSHIFT IN FIRST GEAR ONLY, the hypersonics he’s overseeing and sleeping at regular intervals, because of his Advocated Advisors for Advice on taking “Ambien” once on tv and again one of after another cool appearance, he adjusts his face, his stern like Howie glare, because at the telephone and Tele-Prompter he reads lines on peeped Pepe’s long-john’s at Winter on, etc., each peach plucked plus-size the taller and tallest breast feeding Purdue with these teensy-weensie Mama-Mia Chicken Futrado for a furlough in a GoldenEye game for N64 with that as the speed limit of the curve, to be seen, Statey aside, I was drunk when I had my www.wrxtbi.com
I’ve already been to court once!
The State Cop told me, “Judges don’t prosecute on BitTorrent anymore,” and I told him that, it hit him, the peak of Bitcoin Cash predicted, my me- by me and Bitcoin Cash reach $1 beyond my predictions of prices, I wanted to drink only tap water, rice meals 3 times a day of UNFLAVORED RICE WITH UNFLAVORED WHEY PROTEIN — My “The My Minimalist Diet” — I’ve never been able to accomplish of that scene, “The My Minimalist Diet” — with zero Janna F. Flavor in a proposed “DIET” that my parents knew I needed real healthy good, that always that home in Charlton, MA where my parents (AIM: Marquis Parents)
I AM NOT A GAGGING GAY FAG, in a sex-toy shoppe with Duster, I’ve never gone done that and David P. did “Duster” the inhalations he would muster a phrase of him telling me he won’t be sorry, injecting H because it was his partially in time habit not of necessarily drinking wine, he wined about having no Herron… on Baker Pond, when I knew I could save his life (he died…) a suicide or overdose, I believe he purposely ended his life, 2 kids from separate women, who had no business to be with the skinny, weak, bearing bones with teetering footsteps he drove me after having four beers, when I called the cops them saying, if he’s driving drunk we’ll try to pick up him, off the coffin cufflinks of being never married and having 2 childs to raise, being fired from a job, his willpower-knob… not turned on, tried to turn him in for having H-dope in the car, I thought I would directly die on his time at the wheel for real, real drunk, that skinny punk he almost Punk’d me with Ashton of Justine’s Tinkerbell PJ’s jelly swoosher spasticity my more of my Botox calf injections, a long time ago, when I wouldn’t know, what he injected I grew taller with a doctor and my parents, knowing I needed extra muscular power to have in defense of a crooked fighter—I never got in a fight at a bar—that would be YOU’RE TAKING THIS TOO FAR, PETER I’ll be at the Jehovah’s Witness Minister Mass on Zoom, at 1 pm that ‘s a comin’ right up! my parents near!