SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0538
11:31
AM EDST SUNDAY 2 SEPTEMBER, 2012
STARTING:
This
blog will end MORIANITY forever. I will not be able to finish my
mother's story, sorry to say, but then, we are even, as she left
unfinished business for me, that turned out to be not only a
nightmare, but destroy my life entirely after 2007 ended.
As
I speak, I have a very fucking annoying neighbor making strange
banging sounds, it is not maintenance as they do not work on holidays
or Sundays unless a major emergency ensues, and I would know it if
something that big was happening close to my apartment. This is the
fucking shit one must deal fucking with when living in Public Housing
and not being able to afford regular rent and live in a regular
place, not that this has proven to be much of an answer for me
either, so I got smart one day and wised up and realized, the WOMO
scum will make me miserable no matter where I try to go and live, so
I might as well go for the lowest mother fucking rental income as I
possibly can fucking cunt get, folks, YO. The real destruction of my
life did not start when I posted the song on December 30th
of 2010, onto the You Tube, called, MI APOLOGY SONG. It was when I
went too far, crossed a line, and tried something really fucking ass
stupid, and this, just as it did once before, ended my life. The
beach robbery back on Watergate Day was a warning, and I kept right
on going as if I could defeat the powerful all mighty owner/ruler
cult of the universe, and ended up shot through the heart, no dogs,
no wolves, no Leticia Tilley dog imitations, just bang-bang-bang, I'm
done. Some time ago back in 1975, yesterday to fucking me folks, we
had a commercial run on the radio and television in the Philadelphia
and South New Jersey area, for the SEPTA transit system, and it was a
short little diddy-tune with the lyrics that went, “You can't beat
the system, SEPTA SYSTEM”. I know that you cannot beat what is way
more powerful than you are, nobody can, and it is no cut on mother
fucking me that I couldn't break the mother fucking chain of that
reality, merely helped to further enforce its truth concepts for
future generations, should these words and blogs survive the Julia
White/Hoffman Collins time capsules of the original Epitome of
Harassment on Cassettes and inside Mountain Dew bottles buried deeply
all over a huge 3000 square mile area, back in 1987-1990. In got my
medications from the pharmacy yesterday, and when I get to fucking
Mexico, getting my needed medication to beat the 'Doctor MY'
problems, and indeed my problems throughout all eternity so it seems,
Mister Bushat, of Camden, New Jersey in 1969; won't be such a major
ordeal, as what a prescription is needed for here in the states, in
perfectly legal to purchase directly without a doctor, in Mexico.
While the holiday is in progress, deep in the night, I'll be on the
road and heading for fucking Mexico, just like middle December of
2009, ALL FUCKING OVER AGAIN, folks. This time, I leave behind all
the dog shit, all the fucking stupid dog shit, no more computers, no
more blogs, Eddie Himacane told me a fucking lie, he said that
somebody would fucking help me if I screamed out my night,are hellish
true story to the world via internet blogging, and it was not a
reality, it was just a lot of fucking cunt total hooey. Hay, I tried,
George Burns Denver, so fucking sue me, world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
could talk for ten straight hours and say all kinds of fucking shit.
The truth is that I also could have stopped these blogs years ago, as
any really smart person, and there are about a or 4 of them reading
my blogs, my EMTOF; all ready knows what I'm up against, and are on
their knees after they read my posts, thanking the fucking all mighty
that this is not happening to them, and that is all I'll ever get out
of this big wasted time project, Eddie Fartnose. An automatic thing
has been taken care of, making all of my blogs and all of my You Tube
stuff, vanish forever, by the end of September, and I'll be gone as
well folks. Please don't wake me up in 28 days, and you can keep that
lovely entertainment world, I want no part of it, DUH! Told you the
stock market would fly last week, was I wrong, YO?
***THE END***
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