SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0545

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0545

AUGUST 5, 2012, WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON,

HALF PAST ONE POST MERIDIAN

STARTING BLOG, LIKE FREAKING DUH:

Anyone alive in this world, who ever attempted to prove certain truths, has been made to suffer unimaginable mother fucking bullshit, I am no exception, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, YO.

It is fine and dandy for the owners of this little experiment to do whatever they may so choose to do, but anyone not in their club, should they STEP OUT OF FRIGGIN' LINE, and it is bye-ye mother fucking baby birdie. I should know. But why am I trying to prove certain things? Well, common sense tells folks, or should, that things have been and are being done to me, that would have finished off anyone anywhere who is not the fucking CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and this topic could be books in length, but for now it will just have to be sufficient unto itself, but my point is that I don't wake up in the god dam fucking morning folks, looking to pick a fucking ass fight with the world. THIS IS BEING DONE TO ME, AND NOT ME ON THE OFFENSIVE, DOING THIS TO ANYONE OR ANY GROUP OR WHATEVER.

I cannot force anyone to believe me, and a lot of peeps are convinced that I started this war, and am doing all of this to other folks. If I could, I would line up, and shoot, all who can say such a thing to my face, after reading my very sad tale of mother fucking woe for six-seven god dam years. Still, it is a free country, and anyone is free to hate my fucking guts and think this is all my fault and I am the rotten son of a bitch. My evil fucking neighbors from hell started fucking wit me last weekend, and it has not looked cunt lapping back since. An attack around noon until recently, is off the scale. I have a letter that I am sending to the property fucking manager of this PHA Building, Debbie Morato, telling her that hundreds of fucking illegal cock suckers must be living in these apartments across the hall. Not only is it one bunch all together, but there are dozens of mother fucking jit bags just crawling all around, and it cannot be legal and cannot be according the rules and lease of this building and the Public fucking Housing Authority. This began over the helliday fucking weekend, and is beyond putrid. Still, the more I fight back and blog and tell forbidden fucking shit, THE WORSE THIS FUCKING SHIT IS GETTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are peeps who serious believe that the Planet Earth is the HELL of another world someplace in the vast universe. All I can say is that I personally wouldn't fucking rule out this concept, using the great fucking continent of Australia, Mister Loo-Thor, as a 'super' example here. This was the British Prison long ago, where they transported large groups of the worst criminals of the British fucking empire, many know this, many do not, but THAT'S NOT A THEORY good folks, that is fucking ass factual. So the hell deal, is this fact but in a microcosm. It would involve some process of mental energy being teleported, so that at death from this other place far away, those sentenced to that 'HELL', would begin to exist here as a newborn baby. As I said, I wouldn't rule or count the idea out, but am not claiming that this has to be a precise fucking account of what is going on. Still, a blithering fucking idiot can see that something in this world is radically mother fucking wrong, no matter what philosophy or religious concept anyone might be holding onto. I cannot fucking Microsucks Spell Checker not recognizing the word 'teleported', fuck them, I'm god dam fucking gonna' use it, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well L-4, all I can do is tell you that one day, this illness came on me that fucked up my glands. This was on June 4^th of 1983. Then on an exact other date, another event in my life can be timed right the day again, good old mother fucking 08/15/1986. I am sicker than any of you who read that date, of seeing it in print, but I am fucking cunt ass stuck with it, it fucking happened, and I will not be a dick wad GWPOS prick in the ass, and sit here, or anywhere, and deny the reality of this dam shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have told the story of my life, in a god dam fucking total nutshell, and David Roth had another term for this, that would really piss off more than just the virgin mother. Still, this is the very point I am making. All my life, I take the fucking ass heat for what others do. I get the blame for what others around me, have done, case and point, Long Island. Still, if anyone out here thinks that all my life starts and ends because of fucking ass Long Island, you have another thought god dam coming your way, YO. Don't grow a Trump head ego, YO. My hell has to do with shit before the sun started to nuclear react, and for that matter, before this entire universe ever got switched on, with or without any fucking 1983 affections from the Copyright Office or any other freaking ass place, BRO. Now, it is easy to just create concepts and ideas and make names up, and humankind has done that with the term of SATAN, and so I do also, as who am I to argue with 10-15 fucking thousand years of religious fucking ass history, YO????????????????????

'Some one or some thing' was a term that only the great Priceline fucking Negotiator or William Shatner of star Trek, could really ever do the proper fucking justice to. He just had that special way of saying that, that at least to me, cannot ever be god dam forgotten. Yes, Tellem-Jim-Lovey-Duvey-Miri, some unexplainable something, has been messing with me and my pathetic fucking life since I was old enough to mother fucking walk and talk. I can site ten million fucking things and run this blog from now until the 37^th of Japituary in the year of suckmyfathrobingcock. Siting just three examples in a few days, would be the neighbors suddenly deciding to all gang the fuck up against me and persecute the living shit out of me who never makes a sound or bothers them in any fucking way whatsoever, one of my so-called friends practically hanging up on me when I called him yesterday for no good reason and treated me like total fucking cunt dogshit, and David and Darius stealing my idea about how the jobsite at the Harvest of 25^th and Orange would send any sane rational mind into the sike ward fucking looney bin. Still, the last example actually turned around and ended up doing me a favor. I then proceeded to alter my song from what they stole, and turned it into the “MUSICIANS SIKE WARD” as opposed to the “HARVEST”. They of course did not have the great Doctor Carey announce their song before it started, but, I don't think they give two thousand shits, personally, and neither do I, not even if I end up kicked to death by Tacie and her magic sneakers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I don't like the idea of the PHA allowing my neighbors to illegally bug my apartment or do whatever is being done, to permit these punky mother fuckers all over this planet of evil and scum, to pull off all of this mother fucking horse crap, YO. Oh well, what am I gonna' do. I dropped so many balls in my life, that I am lucky I still have a little land left, you know, if Tacie kicks me, and gets victorious in the fight, I'd end up with a whopping piece of land, right folks, you know, 'TWO ACRES', AHA AHA AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, FROM EXTON, PAUSAESMWG, YO!!!!!!!! The ass holes upstairs also love to dick with me, and make all sorts of weird sounds on the ceiling as they've doing since about the last 3-6 minutes give or fucking take, YO. Wo, Billy Harner, have I mother fucking spressed myself enough yet today, or should I go back to the 30^th fucking day ODF September in 2008 and take Nicky to a nice ballgame, Jennifer Washburn? I sure hope you are still with me in my BLOGAUD. Keep throwing those 100 pound water bottle boxes around, WOW, and I thought my two daughters were strong, JEESE LOUISE, FONTY SHANNON KICKACAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDING OF MY BWOG, LIKE DUH.