SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0530
KING
PROPHETNOTHINGEIGHTYEIGHTSQUAT
10:12
PM-EDST-27 AUGUST, 2012-MONDAY NIGHT
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION L4-MLI-& ANYONE ELSE:
TWAS
ANOTHER BAD DAY FOR ME FOLKS, AND NOW FOR FOR THE LAST FIVE OR A 4:5
BR (BOTBAR RATIO). THERE ARE A LOT OF REAL WICKED VILE EVIL MOTHER
FUCKING SCUM CHEWING BLOODRAG JERK OFFS OUT IN THIS WORLD WHO ARE
TOTALLY WITHOUT SHAME OR HUMANITY OR CONSCIENCE WHATSOEVER. I NEED
NOT SAY MORE OR NAME NAMES, BECAUSE I FUCKING KNOW, THAT THEY KNOW,
EXACTLY WHO THE DOGTOWN THEY MOTHER FUCKING ARE.
I
WOULD PUT UP A MILLION DOLLARS OF MOBBED UP BORROWED MONEY ON THAT.
KNOW THAT.
This
blog will tell you how the past five days had a very similar method
of operation, perpetrated against me, in invisible or exploratronic
ways and methods not discernable to normal human sensory systems,
001, and it will talk about some major GAWNUM STUFF also, folks, so
sit back with a cup of coffee and and a snack, and enjoy. If you
don't want a few tears to slip out of your eyelids, it may be a
better idea, to just move off and perhaps find the blog of Tall Molly
and her bright yellow shoe collection, or maybe Seaman Sam and his
UFO sightings at sea, or maybe even grade-school teacher Miss Blake
and her transdimensional telephone job in the eighties, in any event
folks, this is your choice to make, but be warned, this blog will
contain some sadness. Now if you are a heartless and soulless cruel
bastard who gets off on a person's agony like a mother fucking
sociopath serial killer, then get ready to ejaculate in thrill as you
munch on your Twixt Bars, and read onward.
Saturday
was pretty quiet around my residence, but the two following days as
well as the two that precede that date, being the 23rd,
24th, 26th, and 27th of mother
fucking August, have been noisy and active with uncouth neighbors off
and on. Oh well, nobody is perfect, as Bruce Pennock said to me so
often in the middle seventies. Yes Bruce, we're all human, just try
and keep the Mini Rip split sentence five octave rise up under check,
as I have only so much ear and window headroom, before total disaster
may strike. No, I may not be the 100% perfect neighbor myself at all
times, but I don't act like a freaking maniac either, right Mike? You
know, a child can read the oh-nine blogs, and see so many amazing
things. One is that Mike got the idea from my blogs, to do an
unbloggable thing, no matter who out here wants to scoff and insist
it is just a bizarre coincidence. Yeah, and so is the first Saturday
in July of 1969, and millions of other thinks in my messed up
pathetic life, huh? Oh well, that's life, Mister French Mayor
Honorable Sir! But then, we can read the 2008 blogs or the 2007 blogs
and even the 2006 blogs, and realize that there is just simply no way
for all of this horse fucking shit to be merely randomly occurring
happenstance and coincidence. Of course, folks will always exits who
insist is is healthier and better all the way around, to just play
mind or head games with themselves, such as my lovely late mother,
and the giant policeman of Williamson in 1994, making the word
'GWPOS' an endless part of the story of Mountainpen,
and Morianity, and these 6-7 years of blogs now, people.
There are a lot of folks who have differing ideas about me, a tiny
few, I am thinking three, maybe four,believe that there is a good
chance that all of this is as real as I claim it to be, and that I am
not nuts, or at least not nuts for someone who has been to hell and
back about a trillion times over. This blog tonight, is for those
three or four, and anyone else who reads these words can enjoy or
despite them, or me, but this blog is for a small select group of
believers that I fully know are indeed out here.
I
was planning on calling my old guru since my new one abandoned ship
before even blowing the ink dry on her boarding pass. Why? Who knows?
I mean really, with the possibilities based on what I've told for
almost seven years now, does even Lizzy Bewitched Montgomery and
hubby Darren do me justice, with that famous endless possibilities
quotation? Let me just tell some stuff, then, you know, you be the
judge; not the 100 or so following this with a laugh or to make a
profit here and there in some way such as Jason Donna Forrest Summer,
who you can GOOGLE or search on the YOUTUBE for, if you like his loud
distorted head banger music, and many do, it is up there, I'll give
him that much of a horse plug, no not those hundred give or take,
these words are intended for the the three or four that I know do
know the truth. And don't be mad at yourself for not coming forward
to help by the way, even my own flesh and blood is not doing that, so
no need to worry about a thing, just felt the need to be totally
clear on this point before going ion any further, my 3-4. Maybe I
should start abbreviating that to MTOF, pronounceable as EM-TOE-FF.
Let us get down now to cases, shall we?
Over
the weekend sometime, the mother or the aunt, I am not sure which, of
the computer guru, Megan, who was ill in the hospital, 'CROSSED
OVER' to quote the soon to come to public view song. I am
on a tight schedule. I have only a quarter tank of gasoline in my
car. The Delray Hyundai Auto Dealership is 70 miles or so away from
my location at Fort Pierce, the only place that is making the 500
dollar road trip cash for Labor Day offer for trading into one of
their vehicles. I have about two dollars to my name until my
disability money comes in on the third day in September. Now, the
offer expires on the third, unless I can lock it in with a deal over
the phone, and today, I was sent an e-mail, and you know how good I
am with computers and internet and e-mails and messages, and all of
this James Bond hocus pocus. It is not that I am a fucking stupid
retard, it is that my WOMO enemy hacks me and prevents me in a covert
invisible way, from ever being able to do anything that I want to do
in my life, and especially if it has anything to mother fucking do
with good old what else, MUSIC.
Folks, I
am being major hacked, unless these WINDOWS-7 PC stupid DELL
MICROSUCKS computers, as APPLE has claimed all along, just don't
fucking function well and don't work as they should. Personally, I
feel, that my WOMO ENEMIES JUST DON'T
LIKE ME EMPHASIZING THE WORD
MUSIC,
as that is when the huge hacking began. I'm not even plugged into the
internet,. As I turn off the Comcast Modem when I write my blog
documents on my Office Word Program, when things are as bad as they
have mother fucking been now for me for a week or so, YO!
Hay, maybe I am sick, stupid, paranoid, and need lots of
hospitalization, but one thing is for certain, THEY
SURE WANT ME TO BELIEVE THAT, TRUE OR NOT TRUE, AM I RIGHT?
I
queried the Gawnum using an ordinary pack of playing cards, and asked
some questions, both today, as well as all throughout this rotten
past five day period where only Saturday was a little lighter, not
perfect, but with me, what ever fucking is, YO?
Anyone
out here knows who has tried using GAWNUM, that it is so powerful and
accurate, that it is beyond frightening, making a similar comparison
to digital music technology, as many musicians will tell you, as they
have told me, it scares them, because if you are not all that good,
lookout, it shows real quick, unlike the old analogue system of
recording music. On the same token, the best kept secrets of the
sound engineers, would break a lot of fans hearts, as we do an awful
lot to make what you hear, finger to toe, so good most of the time.
There are always exceptions, as how can anyone improve on Pavarotti
or my daughter, but we will end that topic, and not go into the
chemtrails. Still returning to the the topic of accuracy, or
prediction really, and how accurate Gawnum can be when the user is
skilled enough to use it properly and perfectly; is indeed scarey, to
use the exact words in 1982, of Peter Smith, who told me that
“digital music technology is scarey for a musician”. Most if not
all folks, do not want to know too much, you know, when they will
die, exactly what this or that, and so on. The Gawnum does reveal all
things, if the asker, is skilled toi a sufficient level in its usage.
That takes practice and along with that, skill, as does playing the
guitar that Pete was playing back then, for the rock and roll band,
“The Heroes”, actually, Robert Hazard and the Heroes. This is
what my song “1-2-3 Lover” and its musical lyrics were discussing
when they said, “I even got Pete and Bob to poke around for me”,
as I needed to know why the music world was messing with me so much,
and I came to learn, that my problems go beyond religion, music, or
sore throats and Doctor Shirley Glandgrants. Yes, I am back to the
dick head next door making his noise every time I am on this
computer. If he can hear this quiet machine, he has illegal spy
equipment, and should be in fucking jail. Changing and shifting my
gears back now to my point, and off of my tangents, that are caused
by legitimate harassment's and persecutions; let me end this little
shifting gear with twitched noses and loud persecuting noises, and
just say that for a week now, the noisy neighbors are being major
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS controlled, and
this BRIGGBASE TOOL that is used,
is done by a technology that is not as much mechanical, as it is
'mindcontrolical', or as I call it,
EXPLORATRONIC, and yes, if you GOOGLE
this, someone went back in time in 2009 to 2000 or so, and tried to
mess with this. So you need to search two words together to get the
real and true meaning of EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, and this would be to use these words in
combination with MORIANITY or MOUNTAINPEN, otherwise, I don't even
pop up, as these travelers managed to pull off a really great and
powerful OZ PARLOR MY TRICK. My parlor trick, literally, was done
through a looping time cycle and STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND).
The WOMO however, cheated, and
used EXPLORATRONICS in evil ways, going back through time and
hyperspace, and into some folks to make them go up onto the internet
and create their version, ahead of my 2007-2009
version of EXPLORATRON related
topics, my hat is off to all of you, I have to salute mother fuckers
that are that talented and skilled with this ability. It is a
gigantic parlor trick, but WOW,
it works,and it has screwed me up on more than one occasion, right,
son-in-law, old buddy?
Before
I get into the specific GAWNUM
stuff, let me just thank my wonderful DIANA
ARTEEMIS for coming around all day long, beginning around
half past eleven this morning, and going all through the late
afternoon, with beautiful colorful lovely luscious lightning. IWALU
SO MUCH, you beyond hot awesome baby
blond goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For two weeks or so now, MY
DIANA has been so wonderful to me, that
I am almost losing what is left of my fragile and frail sanity, YO.
There is just nothing like real tall blond goddesses, with bright
long yellow hair, Jeese Louise. I'm single Nick, YO, you better
behave yourself.
Moving
this right along, monster-ass recordings and fire-malls all
notwithstanding, fiends and friends; I won't insult your mother
fucking intelligence by giving you a lot of matchbook listings that I
personally have for my life, but real Morianity followers know stuff,
and I know they do, so here is the Q&A GAWNUM stuff from over the
past week or less, if you get easy heart attacks, read on with nitro
in your hand, ready for a quick under tongue dosage,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh is this gonna' frikkin get
good, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Who
is kidding who, American Telephone and Telegraph? I konw you know all
there is about me, all of fortune 500 does, WOW,
LUCKY-LUCKY-LUCKY-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
MY
CHOKING CONDITION. WOW.
CHO---KING. We have lots of
kings, Martin Luther, the biblical kings, present day kings of
countries, king of the world Jeremiah frogs that hopefully are not
down at the bottom of HB, but moving still onward, the PCN of 'MY
CHOKING CONDITION' is 918. The Private Cosmicoded Number
(PCN) of LIGHTNING is also 918. But are thgey compatible? Well,
remember the rule, up to three things can normally be added together,
and the sum total must have at least one digit in it that matches any
of the lines above it that make up that total. 918+918 equals 1,836,
and the 8 in sum or the 'PCNT', matches an eight in both of the lines
above it that make up the sum, so it is GAWNUMLY
COMPATIBLE or GP. No good folks, I did not forget a lot of
daut-cuzz KINGS; JOE, DAWN-MARIE, ANN, PAULA;
WOW
WHAT A PLANET I AM STUCK ON ENDLESSLY, MY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL
JEHOVAH, YOU ENDLESS ALL MIGHTY AND ALL LOVELY TEEN-QUEEN.
But moving still on again, good people, let me say just a little bit
about that, as the old story puts it so well, like DUH-oh-six!
First,
I have never told about one system, I don't think that I ever did,
that Colaman gave me. I am pretty sure I told the one where LOW and
HIGH outside roulette bets are made, but the ultimate absolute
quintessential roulette system allows a player to sit and play every
spin of the wheel at a table, once a game is signaled to be in play,
and use the non-money table chips that other patrons cannot mess with
you with and grab and try and run off or just take and grab once your
bit wins and claim it was their bet and chips, as this has happened
to me on countless occasions at the New Jersey casinos of mother
fucking Atlantic City. Since these attacks never quit, it is time to
make some people real real nervous, huh Billy Hiccup Prefontaine? I
think athletes the world over should insist that this great nineteen
seventies runner, be name recognized on the new versions after
Windows 7 of the HP PC computer systems, this is a real disrespect.
We will all return to duct and so will anyone's fame, eventually,
even Plato in another ten thousand years will be Plato who, but for
at least a lifetime, a great runner like Steve Prefontaine, I mean
really, you should be ashamed of yourself for not having this great
name on your Spell-Checker System, YO. Yes, this will make some
wealthy gaming industry giants a bit nervous huh Steve, he knows, I
know he does, I can feel it. He is smiling and saying to me, Bet your
ass on that one Rictofarious. You see folks, only roulette players
will give a shit, Coach Nike Bowerman, but there is a power in the
fact that there are 36 numbers in the non-vig-house roulette gaming
system, 1-36, along with the fact that there are five numbers that
are RED-ODD-LOW, and there are five numbers that are BLACK-EVEN-HIGH.
Normally, if you keep score, in no time at all, one of these groups
will be exceeding the other group at any table or game that you walk
up to, and will continue to do this without whip sawing back and
forth all over the place, once you get about six points, scoring it
in either the direction of going B-E-H, or R-O-L. Once you get about
plus six in either direction, unlike with follow and opposite scoring
on all three parameters, it normally will continue in that direction
for long enough to place a nice little trailer stop pathway behind
you, stopping you out with a profit of a few units, and many times,
not so few, and again, only stock traders understand the stop limit
trailer behind you for safety. This is my intellectual property, as
me and as other unmentionable entities within me, exploratronically;
still, I am the one alive and in a working physical body in this
exact parallel universe, so I claim this roulette system, and this
allows me to say, go ahead and use it, and tell a friend, but don't
think you can sell it in a how-2 book, or I'll come after you, as I
do own this property, and am giving anyone who wants to make a few
bucks instead of gambling and losing, permission to use this at any
gaming house that they so choose to go, YO. Have a great time. All
during this siege over the entire summer, I have been using several
systems, and this one, and have been averaging about twenty-five
units per week, and averaging about 700 spins per week. This averages
out in most casinos to about 14 hours worked per week as roughly 50
spins per hour is a good table 24 hour seven day average amount.
Using chips that are worth five dollars each will make you a nice
income, but using the quarters, or chips worth 25 smacks each, well,
don't get any one casino too pissed off at you, as I've learned,
things can just suddenly happen, with or without always seeing it, in
or out of great Walmart Retail Outlets, YO. Now on with the show,
KALI-OOOOOOOOO, and onto some GAWNUM Q&A material of the past
week or so.
The
dates abnd times that these questions were asked, do not matter all
that much, so let me just get down to freaking case here folks,
WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
FIRST
OFF, IT IS A POWERFUL FACT THAT YOU ALL LEARN A LITTLE SECRET, ABOUT
ANCIENT TIMES, AND AN OLD TONGUE CALLED ARAMAIC. Many persons spoke
this back in the earlier times of the great and very evil ROMAN
EMPIRE. This would be the religious crowd, the Jews. The Romans had
conquered many various peoples far and wide, I don't know how much is
taught and learned today in schools and universities, but every
educational system or lack thereof throughout the recorded historical
global civilization of humankind, has one constant when it comes to
this agenda of educating and or not doing same, to the masses that
are controlled by the few, an unchanging constant, as is this
following item. What IS or IS NOT taught, has to do 10 times more
with GOVERNING BODY AGENDA, over what is really known fully by that
era of human civilization. This fact is a powerful constant, and is
known well, and is why knowledgeable intellectual highly read
individuals today and since the past half century, believe in certain
things such as extraterrestrials and saucers abnd aliens and so
forth. It is because they know that this constant is very real
throughout time, way more than they know or care, what real absolute
evidence exists so they can rationally honestly base their belief
systems seriously around something. This big build up of words here,
is a necessary foundation, to tell that words are important, and not
only that, where they originate and how they came to be, is also, of
great importance. There have been a couple of folks who have told me
that they have enjoyed playing with the GAWNUM, and that I of all
people should know better than to say that my son in law is a
type-three exploratron, time traveler, or Apollo-Lucifer. Not all
Astral Plane things are known about folks, not even by me, the
supposed know-it-all, and I am far from that. Still, the old song
from the 60's, The Beetles and “A Little Help From My Friends”
fits so well right here. I have had help from great Astral Plane
Goddesses, and have been shown things by many outlandish and powerful
mystical entities, but they exist inside the world of the sub atomic,
and the great Steve Hawking and all 'his friends', because they rely
solely on their labs and formulas, and do not communicate directly
with the tiny parts and pieces of truth that they spend their lives
studying, never will live to see and understand a lot of great and
powerful things. As I speak, at nearly one in the morning, powerful
EXPLORATRONS
are inside some scum bag neighbors in the hall making them shout and
act like a bunch of hoods and ghetto thugs. Let me get real fucking
specific about any shit that is connected to my real dark distant
past, or MUSIC, or these type-3-exploratron entities, and other real
heavy and hidden secret shit, and POW-WOW-ZAM-BATMAN-WESTSIDE, the
story starts heating up without any freaking teary eyed Native
Americans riding around rivers in their canoes, or any pigs on hot
nineties beaches, or other illegal recordings, aha, aha aha, Mister
McNulty. OK, so I am digressing a lot tonight, so sue me, take this
machine and my bed, I probably would end up kissing you for it, as
the machine is just a high teck way for my enemies to get at me and
aggravate me, and the floor is better for my back. No, I've not
forgotten the story, but just as back in time in the eighties and the
nineties, I just run back the tape or run back the pages and
paragraphs, so trying to get me to go off my game and forget or be
distracted and upset by dirt bag evil neighbors, well, SATAN,
you just have a blast from the past, old pal. Yes, Timothy
the dreamer, from the great HARVEST
at 25th and Orange Avenue, in good old Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG. It was late in July in 2010, and I even blogged
about it, so archive it in late July of 2010 somewhere, at the
following URL Blogging address, YO!!!!!!!! Everything fits, and this
is why I worry about Wolf and Trump and their network and them always
speaking so much about juvenile records, especially in that fantastic
law show, called, “LAW
& ORDER”. Still, that cannot be my concern.
They all know that if they ever fuck with either one of my daughters
in any way, I'll murder the both of them. You guys don't scare me one
bit, as I'll tell Diana on you, and that is why 'The Don' has so many
lightning rods all over all of his properties. He knows me, and he
knows HER, and what we share together in eternity; the son of a
bitch. So0 let me move on and talk about my Gawnum Querying, but
before I do, why only the name of ancient tongue for the world's
so-called evil-incarnate entity, and Lenny McKinnon's 1980 promise to
me over the telephone in present non-DNA following. Yes, only the
name of SATAN seems to be a match. Nothing else works, and I am not
referring to Lenny the Lambrigg Lamist with his intimidation's and
threats and terrorizing promises of the future and his Rastafarian
power and connections with me somehow all smack dab in the middle of
it. This is all why the Philly mob (Afr-Am) branch, were not at all
hesitant to play my Lost-Love song and get it up onto the top-100
music charts of the 1980 Billboard system. They had Marcy Ley and
Robin Gibb, brother of Andy and the great all mighty BG Music Group,
do it, and the greatest entertainment Attorney of the time, from
Philadelphia, Malcolm Rosenberg, told me that they indeed had taken
the arrangement of this song called LOST LOVE, and made their entire
song out of it, even copying the way it went up in octave modulation
at center song. He had the song taken off after it went from 90 down
to about 30 in just two weeks time, as any big star will tell you,
you don't get that long play time at the start, as the minute a
release happens, poof, it is practically top ten in 3 weeks or less,
and goes top three somewhere within one or two more. Go ahead, ask
the Justin Beiber gods of the present day music world today, they
will tell you this is all accurate information. Hay, maybe it's my
spell-checker that is messed up, I mean even his last name is not in
the Spell Checker dictionary, so what gives, YO? In any event, sorry
about wearing out the clutches of so many trucks here with all this
moving around, Terry Egghead from the Harbor; this is all why I keep
saying to people that the GAWNUM is a skill that needs to be
cultivated, it takes at least the same time as would any good college
education, normally 3-6 years, to come close to mastering it, and
then, like most professional careers, they spend their lifetimes,
PRACTICING what they learned in school, doctors and lawyers,
PRACTICE, right? I cannot promise it will make 'perfect' as the old
saying goes, but you will need to get very good and do it a lot. You
also need to learn that all things tell the truth, you just need to
find out how to connect and phrase the stuff that eventually causes
the match ups. Some things are not meant to show a match or cosmic
connectiveness, but before you come to that conclusion, you need to
try a lot of ideas and see where they all begin taking you. This is
what Gawky Gaukauk and his Numerological system is all about. The
Gawnum is not like other Numerology studies, other than it is based
on the same principle, that at the beginning, there are no zeros, and
we have a total of 81 realities that are all a part of their own
mini-universe of truths. These are the PCN's. They go from 11-99, and
have no zeros. The nine of these that end up in a three digit number
with zeros, is part of what makes all of this totally different and
beyond, all existing other numerology. Again, This is all claimed by
myself, as my own intellectual property, but to ease my conscience, I
have willed my dad's sea-charts, showing where about forty billion
dollars of treasure booty is located; to my oldest daughter. She can
trash it for all I care, sawn her at that point, because I am dead
and gone. But by having the name the devil or evil incarnate, now
only used by freaky whacky morons and sike cases, just when the
GAWNUM is out there on the public internet for anyone to read and use
for anything in the world they could ever possibly conceive of using
it for; proves again, how powerful and tricky this monster straight
from HELL really is. Still, I just tell you how some mathematics all
works out, what are the odds peeps? Now, when I began getting my
clock on the computer messed with again, as it happened last night
AGAIN, telling me that I was in for the bad day that indeed I had, as
these things I have learned long ago are definite indicators; this
hacking had been reduced, but right about the time that things all
began, and 'other things' unmissable by those who know and have had
exploratronic experiences with this beyond exploratron; I asked the
cat what was up with this, and got the answer back as a PCN-431,
again, I said I won't frikkin insult your dam intelligence folks.
When I asked what is behind the Hyundai deal, I was given the
PCN-176, give me a break Charlie Brown McKinnon number 601. The
closest number to his CB HANDLE NUMBER back in 1981, in the GAWNUM,
would be a 594, am I correct here, Mister Rick L&O Eid? We won't
even touch UNCLES up near great highways on bending knees, with the
devil's big LIE. We could talk a thousand friggin' years about all of
this crap from 1983 and just beyond, maybe even until it is time to
be crossing over. As to why two straight BOTBAR days struck me, today
and yesterday, Gawky handed me the number of PCN-451, oh the gods,
kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOD? Well, not Good Gods, or good
girlfriends of book author's who double as good friends of mine from
transdimensional museums, right Doctor Carey?
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I decided to bravely
ask the question I've avoided ever since forever. What was really
behind the 1983 PRIVECODE MACHINE, lovely GAGA-CAT? Answer folks,
have that nitroglycerine tablet ready oh faint hearted, YO; PCN-817.
For those who must know one of many powerful things with a match-up
to that great number, try this one, “MAYAN CALENDAR ENDS”, Did I
say WOW, or did I say WOW in frikkin reverse, L$??????????????????
Holy Toledo, Daddy Booty Boy, and a big fat smelly old
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. So why was last Sunday so incredibly freaking
horrible and super BOTBAR, great GAGA-KITTY CAT, I asked early on
Monday morning, YO. The answer folks, help me Jesus in the heavens,
YO, that was PCN-495. Well, enough for now, huh Congressman Robert
Andrew, my old buddy from the 1975 Albert Pileggi Band of Westmont,
New Jersey near the HTH School, YO, oh and YO, those lovely time
trips are making me crazy, even crazier than I was before all this,
oh great, CAMDEN COUBNTY PROSECUTOR. Well, I've been cute long
enough, and in reality, I have not been cute since shortly after
leaving high school, so let me just sign off and post this up to my
blogger, but before I do, remember you can archive all blogs that are
up there by me at the Blogger site, before this blog began late last
year in 2011, at this URL address, folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:
It
is nearly twenty minutes shy of 2 AM, and time to say night-sea
night-sea, to all the great RED LOBSTERS swimming in the sea, and to
everyone freaking else. YO, I am not mad, just thoroughly disgusted.
I will go to the max to make this work out, but I don't think it
will, you know, the Hyundai thing, and the only way to get the song
yup that just might alter the course of human history, ONCE AGAIN,
MISSES FREAKING MAROLA.
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