MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 11, ANOTHER WILD STOCK MARKET ICPE APE SUNDAY, FOLKS

AND NOW FOLKS, I AM GOING TO BE STARTING THE PRESENT TIME NON CUT AND PASTED BLOGGING TRANSMISSION:

Well again folks, another Sunday, fire alarms going off one after the other after days without them, doors banging in and out from my dirt bag fucking nabes across the cunt eating hallway from me ever since the start of the afternoon, IT IS EVERY MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, and hopefully my new attorney of the future is watching all of this go down live in real cunt eating time, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 7 minutes shy of three now this afternoon, on March seventeen, in 2013, good old rotten SUNDAYS, and good old rotten ass fucking shitty MARCH, JUST LIKE I SAID ALL ALONG, AND TOLD YOU, HUH, LOVELY GINA, MY PRETTY, OR JUST MY NON-OZ ARM BREAKER OF THE 90'S!!!!!!! Well, folks, the firetruck is here and AGAIN, has stopped abnd deactivated the mother fucking fire alarm. Every single time there is either a loud outside sound or a fire alarm inside the building,. It is perfectly conjoined and commingled too perfectly not to fucking all be part of some preplanned conspiracy to persecute me, my nabes also begin slamming doors and making lots of their own noise. It is every time, and has happened over and over countless times now. We all now how mister Ed and Patty Duke, and Joe Friday, and Dreaming Jeannie's, and banged up hup-caps and block party Scummer's all fit into this, there's no other way to fucking explain things, with this twisted Scylla and her great family and fiends/friends, 'whatever', Congressman Rob Andrews. I AM used to this endless fucking punishment, oh great dog Foods of the world, yes sir, I AM very used to all of this, right not-son-of-SAM, the Highview freaking bloody shoe maintenance man, YO YO YO YO????????????

Now before anyone thinks that this is the entire work, munch on this large Empire State Building for a while, Mister Kit Kat!