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AM-EDST, SATURDAY, 22 JUNE, 2013
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TRANSMISSION FROM FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES, EARTH, SOL, MW
GALAXY
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 00109, DUH-ISNEY HYUNDAI
For
two fucking straight nasty ass days, I have been messed with by my
miserable WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES OF THE EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
the past three or four days now, the illegal jerk off is back, the
one who slams the doors a lot and goes in and out of many of the
apartments all around me. The problem for me is that there are no
fucking peep holes to try and look through in this building. Resident
manager DM tells me to be nosy and see who and what is happening, but
I don't need more fucking flat tires, and other persecutions from
these low life mother fucking bottom feeding swine lappers. If I open
one door, there is a second door right there. It is the weirdest
fucking set up in the world, trumped only maybe, by the Flower Wing
of the Ricktown Manor in Province Olympia's great Ricktown, in
PHASE-2-REALITY or the (Astral-Plane). I have been renting the
structure that lays beyond this long corridor of unimaginable length,
to the original family from hell, and again, as bible verses love to
teach so often, and I will quote them exactly, “As above, so
below”. Only a handful of folks who read the information that was
printed up on the now defunct “Morianity-Foundation” website,
have a tiny clue what is going on, and has been since around the time
of the greedy fisherman song, or said perhaps better, since I redid
some lyrics on a tune I wrote in the late springtime somewhere back
in fucking ass 1983, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes,
those unforgettable Mountainpen SAGA'S, say it Daddy and Dawny,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, MAKE MY FUCKING DAY,
EMPTY CHAIR CLINT. WOW!!!
Lots
of fire alarms, lots of door banging, and today and yesterday were
progressively worse, with today, or really now yesterday, being the
worst in a while. I totally know it is intentional harassment, and
have told a lot of peeps in authority about it, and soon, the local
conspiracy of future famous ball players and their friends, will know
I've counter-struck with my tape off in the United States mail to the
Copyright Office, in Wash-Doc-600-13. The name of my music project
is, “MI YOUTUBE NIGHTMARE MUSIC
STORY”. How is 'Angel'
doing, my good old pal from Oak Street, in HHNJUSAESMWG?????????
Well, as PP said, he is not living on Oak Street any more. Gee
really, I'm not living in New Jersey any more, like
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'll say one thing for all of the residents
of the great White House, it is comprised of a lot of extremely
interesting characters, and not just those who made it, but all of
the wannabees. Watch out mom, Clarence's hot lips might be sneaking
up from behind you, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!
Folks,
this has been two horrible mother fucking days for me. I had a
friend, his name was Len, he acted cool, I was his fool. He knew his
tool, I crapped a stool, and flushed his face away. Bomb dee click
clang and other percussion's of 1983, no, I told you it was Jimmy
Hoffa, but don't listen to me, even though I told the world just
exactly where to find his lovely ass skeleton. Sawn all of you
doubters and high ranking members of the Missourians Club. Before the
huge tidal wave strikes, just as Shorty and I were talking about back
in those days, and I mean the one that rearranges the east coast of
America, let me fully tell you folks, it does not have to happen here
the way it happened while I was a very localized area in hyper-space,
AKA 5-5, by GAGA, and I don't mean the tidal wave. How those cunt
sucking bastards in Atlantic City could keep a straight face while
they pulled all their shit with me between Lee Frailenger 1967 and
Ann King 2009, is beyond unfathomable and monstrous, but they did,
and they go on laughing about fucking shit right to this day, Mike
McNulty, sir, so AHA AHA AHA 231-Icabod Crane. No one believes even
when shit is thrown in their face. 'E.T.'
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