Monday, September 3, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0541










SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0541

PLEASE DON'T LET THEM KILL ME SH. MK.

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY



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I AM BEING MURDERED LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE OTHER NIGHT FOR MEXICO.



SUPER LOUD CAR STEREO BASE ATTACK AT 2:17 PM, SUPER LOUD DOOR SLAMMING ACROSS THE FUCKING COCK SUCKING HALL OVER AND OVER BETWEEN HALF PAST TWO AND TEN PAST THREE, THIS IS THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME IN YEARS AND MOTHER FUCKING YEARS AND MOTHER FUCKING YEARS FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



IF THIS DOES NOT BREAK THE FUCK OFF, I WILL USE MY TECHNOLOGY TO MAKE A LOT OF TROUBLE FOR A LOT OF PEOPLE. YOU ARE A TOTAL PIG AND ALWAYS WERE, MISTER BUSHET, WHOEVER YOU WERE IN '69. NO WONDER I FUCKING HAD THAT NIGHTMARE THAT I WAS BACK AT CIFALOGLIO, AND DARIUS EVANS WAS MY BOSS AND MADE THAT STATEMENT TO ME AND WAS ABOUT TO RIP ME TO SHREDS. IT SEEMS THAT UNLIKE ME WHO GETS IT ALL OUT THERE, MANY OTHER FOLKS PLAY THE COOL QUIET NEVER SHOW ANY CARDS, GAME. HE JUST POPPED UP ONE DAY AT THE HARVEST, AND WAS SHORTLY MADE STORE MANAGER, ALONG WITH JESSICA WHO HAD BEEN THERE A LONG TIME BEFORE EVEN I STARTED. THEY DATED A WHILE AND MANY STRANGE THINGS ARE GOING ON, LOTS OF PEEPS THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THIS COMPUTER, AND 99% OF THAT IS TRUE, BUT THEN THERE IS ALWAYS THAT PESKY 1%. I WILL POST THE SONG ON DEVIANT ART, YOUTUBE, AND SPEND THE ENTIRE NEXT 48 HOURS WITHOUT SLEEP OR EATING OR REST, GOING INTO CHAT AND MESSAGE BOARDS, AND TELLING PEOPLE THAT I FELL OUT OF AN AIRSHIP ON THE WAY TO WHAT IS NOW CALLED BRIGANTINE, NEW JERSEY IN THE SUMMER OF 2301, AND ESCAPED AND CAME BACK HERE TO THE SIXTIES. THIS STOPS RIGHT NOW OR BACKS OFF A LITTLE BIT, OR WE GO INTO FULL OUT WAR MODE. ANN KING, YOU ARE A FUCKING PIG, SO IS YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FAMILY. THESE DIRT BAGS ARE SLAMMING IN AND OUT AND IN AND OUT, AND I WILL BE CALLING THE FUCKING POLICE AS SOON AS THIS FUCKING POSTS UP. PAULA, I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS, YOU SLIME BALL.



Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie County, you are duty bound to avenge my murder, and AT&T and another sheriff, are all you'll need to prove I was killed, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
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