SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0307
'SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY'
This simply means I am starting here,
and may add more or post up, and am unsure.
Twenty minutes shy of 1-AM-EST,
January eleventh, two thousand and twelve
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The last two days have been absolutely mother fucking horrendous for me folks. These pricks will not stop until I am fucking dead and buried. The problem is that I cannot die, and do not expect any of you to understand or believe this. I know it is true, God knows it is true; and that's that, plain and simple, peeps.
Both my dirt bag noisy nabes were quite annoying, but I've seen worse; but they both made lots of noise, and I do nothing to them and am very quiet. I never listen to music or television except through headphones, despite having a system that could be heard up in Vero Beach if I cranked it on these fucking bastards to give them a dose of their own fucking ass medicine, YO.
I asked the FPHA to rid my place of a roach infestation and they did not, they fucked up the repair job in my bathroom, and I am doing it all myself, and also plan on leaving when my lease is over, and leaving Florida as well, for good and all.
My new roulette system is averaging me 3.5 units after house 'vig' is factored in. It means a house-edge or advantage, dumb ass Micro-sucks spell checker, YO.
I won't deny that games go easier when not under siege, but the true test ODF a system is winning at all, during heavy times of mother fucking siege. I will take a lousy two units profit, it might only be twenty bucks on the double red nickel level, but on double black, its four fucking hundred each night after two horrific fucking monster ass non fire-mall days. OF-OF-OF, not ODF, a true system, you Lattisaw mother fucking jack hack quack attack ass wipes out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gawky Gaukauk told me the reason for yesterday starting this hell death siege on me is PCN-495, MEOW Selena Stenton Brighton. As for the continuation today of this monster siege, the answer was given to me by Gawky, as PCN-550. Yes, quite powerful hit, if I do say so me-self, yarrrrl me buccaneers!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA.
Anytime I really want to put an end to this, I will fly out to the meteorite belt, and send some solid iron rocks into the sun. BYE BYE, humanity. WHAAAAAAA!
Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Junior, tell your dad RON, that old Mark says he hopes you're doing just fine, and reading MORIANITY, as he put me onto a lot of the stuff I'm doing, sonny. I do not get the smiley faces, but other stuff seems to light up, and I have not yet answered these internet messages or video-chats. For now, I'll just keep flying under the radar and far away from SCNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, the 3 and 4 let them know earlier that I am not faking this shit about Mariloo giving me this ultimate hyper time system for attacking this mighty ass casino game. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, I am in no mood for poker bluffs here Selena. My shoes are off, and I am not planning to defile any Arabs. Talk about tears colored in freaking blue. MI, you know I never meant to hurt your feelings with that stupid song, and I'd give anything in this world if you would get some message out to me that you have forgiven me for this, it was not done intentionally. If your peeps would just explain a simplified version of QM to you, you would see that it was all just something that had to go down, like all the other messes in my Huntington rotten family, and I truly am sorry. I'll be coming back home soon, brown eyes, cold or hot. Say hi to cuzz Letty.
END OF THIS BWOG, ELMER FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!
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