MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN, AND A PERFECT
MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR NUMBER, FOR THREE STRAIGHT SUPER MOTHER FUCKING
BOTBAR DAYS, STRAIGHT FROM THE FIERY GATES
OF CUNT CHEWING SULFER BURNING
HELL.
4:15
AM, 23 June, 2013, SUPER BOTBAR TIMES FUCKING 3!
The
Staples Store ripped me off big time. They sent me an asshole who
took 100 dollars from me, posted my music video onto the youtube, and
not one person viewed it, and not one person has viewed one thing on
my account for months, it is total dead blockaded activity, and a
total violation of my right to free speech under the First Amendment
to the United States cunt sniffing Constitution.
There
is no way, that nobody ever wants to view one single thing I have
ever posted on Youtube, and I have just finished writing a letter to
the United States Attorney General, Carbon Copy (CC) State AG, Pam
Bondi, FCC, FTC, and ACLU, my letter is directed to several foreign
media sources, telling my plight. But what I was told by someone in
strictest confidence, makes me want to murder some fucking people,
only they are not WORTH, my spending my remainder of my life in cunt
fucking sucking asshole prison. I only cunt lapping mother fucking
thought that 2012 was bad, and 2011 even more horrific before that,
or maybe they were just equally mother fucking horrendous, who can
really mother fucking ever really measure shit like this with any
real ass fucking accuracy? This isn't over, world. I have had
hundreds of things ripped off that I did, and it is still ongoing, I
have been robbed and raped both physically and financially, and all
roads lead to two things no matter how I go out of my way to try to
not make it so. One is my enemies in Atlantic City in general, and
the other is this rotten
miserable
family
from
fucking
H---E---L---L!!!!!!!
My
apartment is totally packed up, and within days, I am leaving
forever, and where I go is nobody's mother fucking dick chewing bees
wax. My blogs will end, and I will eventually pull them all down
along with the Youtube account. Facebook already was disabled some
time ago when they fucked with me hyper fucking time on that stinking
rotten ass bullshit. I do not mind a fair level playing field, but a
retarded fucking cripple can see when some power beyond anyone's
furtherest concepts and controls, is doing a never-ending life-murder
of slow agonizing fucking cunt torment and torture of my pathetic
fucking life, and this is what all began the very night that I used
my Magnesonic Machine, to try and take the great SSJKK out, never
realizing she was the almighty Goddess ISIS. She was already angry
with me for doing that song, and throwing her telephone number out my
car window on the trip home from NYNY that late second night in
August of 1986. She remembered it all only too fucking well, as 10
years to the day, was that fucking brutal assault on me and my poor
elderly defenseless mother at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping
Center. This family has no shame at all, NONE, NONE, NONE, Squire
fucking Star Trek Trilane, and touche to you too buddy. You grow
heads as fast as I grow enemies and curses, BRO!
I
paid 100 fucking dollars and was promised a Youtube page that would
get a few hits once and a while. I intend to report the Staples Store
to all of the proper authorities, as I was totally fucking ripped
off, and will be letting them know this very very fucking soon, and
if they still will not help me successfully get to the bottom of shit
or refund some of my money, then my letters will be all dropped at
the post office, when I send my copyright for the new song, next
week, in one fell swoop counterstrike on the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE.
This magic bullet family does not scare me, if I have to slam my AEB
onto a hard surface and end seven and a half billion lives, then so
be it. Flint and Mark, the test of power, pushed to the wall, right
Captain Kirkcrush?
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