I HATE BANANAS ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE MY ENEMIES WHO INJURED ME, PERMANENTLY, WITH A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY!!!!!

It’s a frontal condemnation with “For Her” Measurements, and Men-tality with Eli Lily, Covid-19 FAD and I love my Dad, and Aunt Donna Donohue, who, well, my Mom—Deborah Marquis—this text is me flexing a powerful right bicep, all night long, and I being without a “Step-Mom” so you’re the one—cheer up Hon—I don’t want another Mom (you’re enough of a post-menopauseall livelong and LIVESTRONG, mother who doesn’t dress up in Chantilly Lace) and my Brother Justin got MACED in his FACE!

Mom please don’t be shitty to me, like the fuckers here been going through my trash for about FOUR YEARS!

Mom you left me!

“I don’t love you anymore!” You cradled and sighed, when I held you tight and it made you cry even harder, when I said quote-unquote:

“BUT I LOVE YOU MOM!”

And so you cried harder—for what? Is a divorce about to take place?

I want to stay with Justine Aragona and Allah taking me to The Edge Of Space in 2013! without my cavities explored (like when I was one time only, EXPLOITED, by Mr. John Deedy!) yeah 2001 or 2002, through and through, you fucks chanted “Faggot!” and “KILL YOURSELF!” from the Leicester PD that, novenmber 2-nd when I was falling down drunk, you all planned, after stealing my ID and having nearby bars deny me!” all until that day Nov. 2, 2004, you gave me more, that I couldn’t handle, check my Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries”—a vain pain I ache from THIS AWFUL “AVERTE” SET-UP!