MORIANITY-4
LIGHTNING
LOVES ME, AND SO THEY PERSECUTE ME
12:37
PM-EST, MARCH FUCKING 5, 2013
WOW,
it never fucking fails. Like these diseased fucking dirt bags are not
getting their way enough, today I AM getting a NOISE NEIGHBORHOOD
SIEGE that is totally fucking MAJOR HUGE, starting around half past
eleven, and right after I came out of a powerful interaction with the
LIGHTNING GODDESS
DIANA. She was with me all night long, flashing huge
colorful gorgeous lighting bolts all around me. She even took me back
in time to another time and dimension where as Benjamin Franklin, I
had invented a really wild machine similar to the many interactions
previously had where random number counters were matching thousands
of sentences each time she would flash, and this tubular machine
created a miniature lightning bolt and would roll around and upward
into the sky, and then a real full sized lightning bolt would follow
and then came the codes on the ground machine as sentences that would
equal groupings of numerical outcomes. Ever since awakening from
this, a huge vacuum device upstairs has been super fucking noisy, and
then the fucking jerk off across the hall nabes have been slamming in
and out with the door bull shit as well.
Since
the dirtball WOMO wants to play dirty, I CAN AS WELL. I really
seriously wonder why other folks cannot see what I can see, not to
rip off any old songs, but really. Blueberry and Cranberry, back in
the summer time of 2008. Did my kid get Paula Patton's 2009 movie
name from that or am I really just a total CHEMTARD
up here in twenty-thirteen. I could say a
million more things, but I try and not attack when they back off, let
us therefore see if they do, as the internet ain't going fucking
anywhere any fucking time soon, YO, folks!!!!!
WHY
THIS HAS TO GO ENDLESSLY ON, IS FAR BEYOND MY MORTAL UNDERSTANDING,
LADS, LASSIES, NOT LAPPERS BUT LABBERS, AND YES, LABRADOR RETRIEVER
DOGS. Still, who am I to understand the infinite wisdom of your All
mighty God of this miserable rotten planet? I know that I totally
fall short of that mark, and always will. No rocket science degrees
are needed for spotting the freaking obvious. Still, to m,e lots of
shit is so obvious, but to all of you, even if you happen to be six
foot Darius Evans Deezy, vsheeeooouuu, it all goes right over your
head, and you know fucking what folks, I envy the shit out of all of
you, and you especially, MISTER PAUL EVANS PHONE SCREAMING PEDERSEN,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
W—O—W!
KEEP
PERSECUTING , I'LL KEEP ON TALKING. STOP PUNCHING, AND SO WILL I. YES
LIGHTNING, IWALU, and I saw you in Scylla's hand in that lit up hall
way, and I saw what I saw, and it is what it is, is-is ISIS. Yes,
vsheeeooouuu times a billion, only not for poor old frail fucking me,
folks!
Let
me sign off before I say about 300 fucking other things that I'll
regret in the morning light, right Donna up in the future? Jesus
fucking goddess all mighty, rooty toot toot David Charles Chemtard
Club Roth, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOTHING
ENDS, SO BY THAT RULE, NEITHER DOES THIS BLOG. GOOD PEEPS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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