http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/
For now, they may allow this short version up and if not, I'll be calling the FCC eventually to tell a lot of things.
7:11
P.M., JULY 11, 2013, THURSDAY SUPER BOTBAR DAY, MONTH, YEAR, DECADE,
CY &MM.
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 00126
Well
you want it loud and dirty, General Sir, and that's what you'll get,
along with short and sweet, not the blog, but each sub-set part of
many many many Ingrid-84 parts of it, AT&T!
First
things first. I am tired of insulting the intelligence of my readers.
They may think I am a fucking worthless nut for the most part, yet
they still, for reasons known only to them, keep reading me. That's
there own business. As for me, let me tell it, all of it, super
abridged of course, so nobody can think right now that by reading
through this blog, they'll come away with the fucking wisdom of the
guru sages. Still, Lenny sir, let's go, all tanning lotions and
salons of Giantville Mechanic Stations of Berlin, New Hollywood
Jersey. Wow, I am so fucking dogshit impressed. When you can do some
of the things that I can do, now you can really give me the evil
stare down, Mizz 'Gianto' of 2004, with all of your stupid ridiculous
cellphone calls and stupidity.
As
Mike Kelly would put it in the late nineties, on his publication
known then as “Secrets From the Next Dimension”,
'THE CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK TO STAY'. Every day or
just about, for weeks now, this has been the case, here in my area of
Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, 24/7/365.2422. But folks, if you
think that any one issue right now is really important, or if they do
for that fucking ass matter; then I say, as perhaps would Tiny Tim as
well, not the vocalist; Bless them everyone. THE FLYING RACING BULL
RALLY STOCK FUCKING MARKET IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD YOU IT WAS
GONNA' DO, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, AND ALL OTHER GINA'S AND
NON-GINA'S OUT HERE. 'BUT'
my
good people out here; or maybe not so good as how can I possibly know
this one way or the other, dam it Coach Othershoe Dammit Bowerman of
the U of O/Nike, even though I have no way of getting a read on the
audience of my words, I can however know a lot of mysterious things
that go far beyond the realms of what others can get in their normal
every day waking world lives. First off, I am all through treating
anyone out here as an idiot, and my most sincere apology for doing so
this long. Yes there are plenty of PP types, but along with them are
plenty of more advanced thinkers, who may or may not agree with me
and see things my exact way, but they ain't stupid, and they know
that this thing with THE STOCK MARKET, MY DAUGHTER, THIS FAMILY,
THESE BLOGS, AND THE FACT THAT NO HUMAN GAME OR SYSTEM WOULD BE GOING
ON THIS LONG, YOU KNOW THIS, YOU ARE NOT IN THE FUCKING THIRD GRADE
LENNY BRISCOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT ANY MORE THAN
I DO, BUT YOU DO FUCKING KNOW IT, AND SO, I am all through treating
you all like a group of little kids or dummies. I apologize for my
recent doing of such, as well. Now it is going to be loud and dirty,
and General Patton Style or 'GPS', only nothing to do with any
cartography or satellites or position scans.
Ever
since I posted up the entire 1983 re-did song called now, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”,
things exploded in my face like a fucking cunt thermonuclear hyper
bomb of continental destruction capability. Skeptics such as
politicians, those who disowned me long ago, and new ones who told me
politely to go see McKannon, all of them and any of them; they see
only what they want to. They would try and rationalize away the
things happening all around me, and that is again, totally their
mother fucking squat eating business. I am all for freedom, and would
have it no other way. The Missourians Club of the majority skeptical
folks, or the (MCMSF) for shortened abbreviation, would also see the
entire so-called ''music problem'' that David Roth and I first
observed, very shortly after we first met on a security guard job, in
Woodbury Heights, in New Jersey, in early November of 1985; and as
was all predicted by my Battleship Einstein Invisibility
Experimentation subject father; as happening later on in my life just
as it did; as the overactive imagination of merely two failed
musicians. Well I cannot speak for David, only for myself. When
people like the president of the MCMSF, Mister Edward Himacane
Lynch, who believed nothing other than real black and white in your
face things, said to me one day, “Mark, things happen in your life
that I simply cannot explain”, well, that is like a drowning
person begging a large drink of water. It really does fucking say it
all, and that is all I can now say, of it. You either think, as did
another jerk off David back in early 2011, that my pants are on fire,
or you don't, but I know I that I am being 100% honest and truthful
to you all, here on this fucked up blog. I TOLD YOU, of the stock
market, of the problem I have with anything connected to music, of
the powerful unlimited abilities of this family and especially Mizz
Doogie Howser Junior, my mysterious illness from 1983 being a lot
more tied up in all of this 40 year plus nightmare, than even I
thought, back when these blogs first began in 2006, by me, the
MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not gloating, 'but'
really folks, or during any school fights of fiction, B-U-T
we
cannot forget that I also told you about parlor tricks and time
travel, and exploratronics and somnambulists, all back during the
early part of these blogs, as well, so am I lying, David
Drugpants?????????????
I
told the beginning of the Fascitar, I told how I have been followed
and even attacked upon occasion when MUSIC is xconnected with any of
this, I have told you all every single part of my nightmare fucking
story. If you go to the biography section in my blogs, most of them,
I post it now, and you can then fucking easily click onto the 5 old
parts of Morianity, that were one blog, until I got fucked and
stopped late in 2011 and had to begin this new version or second part
in Morianity, this current one blog; but it merely connects right up
to those blogs, and they all are in perfect dated order, at
www.blogger.com. A direct link
if you are reading this anywhere not on BLOGGER, is as follows:
None
of you out here, NONE, could survive my HELL. This is why no one else
has my level of fucking enlightenment. This may sound as a brag, but
it is a plea for help from someone with clout, only none ever comes.
I only did this blogging at the fucking cunt lapping behest of Chris
Bennett and Eddie Lynch, as they told me that this would in fact be
the eventual outcome, if nothing else, some curious person would make
contact and wish to help, and of course also have the necessary means
and clout to be able to really do so. I have been out here following
their advice now for over seven and a half mother fucking years,
wasting my time, and getting absolutely fucking cock sucking nowhere
at all! WHY? Simple, as with all things, SOMEONE IS STOPPING IT FROM
HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone with extreme absolute total power over this entire reality
and waking world. If you're waiting for the Air force or anyone else
to print this all answering information, then watch your face wrinkle
up like a nice fucking ass prune and your hair fall out and what's
left turn to bright white. It won't
happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
there are a few dumb as folks who still say after reading my blogs,
hay asshole Mountainpen, I don't follow one thing you are trying to
say or tell. Well, gee, of course you don't, you are not supposed to
if you aren't. I do not know how to talk much plainer and stay out of
a bunch of law suits. How dumb the fuck are you's????????????????? I
try and expose my enemy nabes to the family-connection, and right
away, AND AS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO RECALL, BOOM, I get big time
fucked with with this rent bullshit issue. Don't worry, it will be
taken care of tomorrow. No one can Eddie Lynch 'explain' it or why
exactly ity all happened, but tomorrow, my TD bank, free of normal
charge, will STOP PAYMENT on my original check, and put another
through to the Housing Authority, along with the verification that I
did try and pay this on time as I always do on the day my SS
Disability money comes into my bank account, and it
was not one bit my fault that it is getting paid half a month fucking
late.
Still, this is why the market flew up another 200 points almost,
today. HURT
ME,
FUCK
WITH ME,
FUCK WITH MY LIFE,
MY PROPERTY,
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP IT GOES, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND
EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But don't
listen the fuck to me, I am only right all the time, this never
fucking ever fails, oh yeah, right, sure, I am just a big
assfuckinghole, YO DOGS! WOLF-WOLF, ''BUT''
Henry Fonda!
How
can anyone of you tell me that my wonderful daughter has not been
messing with me since she was a child, and then before that, as Sarah
from 10-SC Avenue. When someone vanishes out of this worldf 100%, no
record of them, no memory of them, hay, you do the fucking god dam
math, people. Then I won't lie. I did what Roger Colaman told me not
to do after my apology song was posted. That was all SHE WANTED, but
no, I said to myself, hay, why not, here is a way to prove this all
to the world. Yeah, some great mice and men plan, huh YO? Things have
fucking god dam N---E---V---E---R
BEEN
THIS BAD FOR ME, NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This even beats where
it all seemed to begin getting worse, the great mother fucking
'B-----U-----T'-----1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look
people, just because you are here in 2013, and were born somewhere as
who you think you are, in 1915-1999 somewhere, stop living with tons
of shit in your brain. There are trillions of years in this
space-time continuum, and way more than trillion of parallel
universes that the math equations verify, and just because this is
not talked about in school or on TV all the time, that is because
most of you only care about stupid shit from the entertainment world,
the biggest trouble makers involved in all of this in the fucking
first place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot more shit is going on all
around this little ass universe, just because you are sitting around
watching TEEN-NICK, or General Hospital, or Two and a Half Men, or
whatever; that does not dispel the other realities, far beyond that,
a quintillion times over. The coffee
beans are really beginning to stink up the kitchens of this world
each morning, why not at least attempt to wake the hell up,
WORLD????????????????????????????????????
Let
me give you some shit for now, and later, I promise to fucking blow
your minds from here to count Von-Cucci Haddonfield in 1970, and back
again, Suann M fro PCI of '73. Forget this part of this mother
fucking wild family that has been blogged about a lot from 2008-2013,
and T+ counting. Let us go and move to an entirely other realm, even
though, and as song-promised, both songs actually right Tony Bonjovi
old 'buddy' you of all people, WOW; but yes, we never can really
'escape them', not even in hot Florida. Shortly after a young African
American lad of 16, thought it funny to be in on some wild parlor
trick of his pal and him busting the hubcap on my Saturn Automobile
and then letting me know it was busted at a nearby telephone booth
while I was phoning my mother; he said a few other things that I had
blocked out of my memory. He called me Mister Lucky and repeated it
several times, and smirked at me with a grin that I wanted to
literally smack right off of his dam face that late afternoon in
1996, on the Black Horse Pike, in New Jersey. Three times in a very
short conversation, he called me that, ''nick-name'', even though he
was the one with the 'nick' name. Did you read this up here in 2013,
and go back to laugh at me, as I remember another thing you said
while you kept interrupting me while I was trying to speak to my mom
on that fucking payphone? He said, “there's some 'monster ass'
damage to your hubcap, Mister Lucky”. Years later while I slept at
my trailer one day, and working weekend night shift at Cifaloglio as
a Security Guard, he was showing me he had grown up, and that shortly
after he did this to me, he was also working at some mall as a
Security Guard, and a fire broke out. In this wild 'dream' that he
got me into with him, my cassette deck was in a store that this fire
was coming from, and he grabbed it and took it out to me and handed
it to me, and he said, “we don't want that burning up BRO, that
thing makes monster ass recordings”. It wasn't until a week ago,
and I did not blog it, nor did I ever plan to until all this shit
went down, but I was right back in that same dream with him, and he
said we are going to be going to Boston soon, just you and me, we're
not taking my wife, she's in a really bad mood. I said why? He said
because she met somebody who had powers, you know, like on that
Mentalist TV show, and she found out all about you. You of course
meant ME. I said when? He said, around the time Angela and Donna kept
their word about not wanting the Twin Towers back, just the dude with
the golden chains on his motorcycle jacket. The US Copyright Office
knows fully well, the Astral-Plane equivalent of the words TWIN and
TWO, and TOWERS and dollars. They have a copy and it's either on
their 1988 or 1989 copyright, both misspelled but called now in 20-20
hindsight, EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, you can view this for yourself
right now when I shortly post up my copyright records for you. Last
night, the Atlantic Ocean was extremely good to me, and we played
together and had a wonderful time for what seemed like years. I knew
I would be punished for this, just as in early autumn of 1994, when
she came to me as both this form, along with her form as the teenaged
girl, when Mariena and Japtarama chased me away from her later at the
end of it. Japtarama on the Astral-plane translates not Earth mortal
world English language, to the word, Poseidon.
For
the past two weeks, the illegal mother fucking noisy jerk off
neighbor has been back. No one believes me that he is here. He is
here, it is not a lie. Yet no one will admit to seeing this mother
fucking prick. Well, who will admit the Jesus Christ slight visual
alteration resurrection syndrome, for that matter, oh lovely world of
fake steak filled with salt, pepper, and techno-pop? Hay
Bob A, 'WHATEVER'
from 1975!
This
sentence
was fucking HACKED OFF
4 times now, WOW!
Yeah,
crazy me, huh PP, oh and immature, what a mirror you have dude, I
envy you. It must be the greatest mirror in the fucking world, MISTER
PAUL DREAMTEMPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE
YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
YOU
ARE CONTINUING
TO READ CHAPTER
00126.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I
LOVE YOU LIGHTNING,
MORE THAN MY ROTTEN LIFE A TRILLION TIMES TEN TO THE INFINITE POWER.
THANK YOU FOR COMING OVER TO SEE ME NOW, BABY-BLOND, IWALU!
11
JULY, 2013, Paula King is a covert killer, Regis!
It
is a dozen minutes shy of three this Thursday super botbar afternoon.
It feels a hundred an fifty degrees outside, with frizzle, and
recently a little tiny bit of distant lightning. I wish to the gods
that SHE would come right in here and be with me,and end this
infinite nightmare once and for all, yes I hear you, I
LOVE YOU,
I know you can instantly access through your electrons, what I am
typing on this electronic gismo. Your parents on the Astral Plane are
murdering me!!!
Yesterday,
the roach spray maintenance peeps were in here spraying around, but
this is not killing this weird mini-ant that has invaded me for some
time. When they were here, I observed a note at my outer door
in-between the grooved slots that are angled in a way so that notes
can be left, and are by the Housing authority, regarding numerous
issues, from time to time. This was a note saying that I DID NOT PAY
MY RENT. I did pay my rent, of course, the day my disability money
clears into my bank as I always do each month. The bank shows no
record, yet they gave me a receipt that shows it. They printed me a
statement for me to show the Resident Manager, and tomorrow when she
is in her office at this building, in the morning, I WILL. Also, the
bank is checking with the Housing Authority to see what the problem
is as I paid a check at the bank as I always do, and TD BANK and the
Fort Pierce Housing authority offer this service to come in and pay
the rent directly there, along with a check and the upper part of the
rental notice, mailed to each renter every month on the final week of
each month. You also have the option of taking into the Authority,
and their building is closer, than the bank, over on Orange Avenue,
between 6th
and 7th
Avenues, next to the Wells Fargo Bank North Fort Pierce Office. But
even though a lady is seated in an office behind some enclosed glass,
she does not take the rent, and you have to plop it into a very
public slot that can easily be met with mischievousness should some
dirty bastard decide to ever pull a reach-grab and the box gets full,
or use the old chewing gum trick that at least will not lead to
anyone dying of Aids the way I did in 1983, SISTER CARPENTER, I'm
here now MI, doesn't that matter at all to
you???????????????????????????????????????? In any event, YO, I
thought trusting the bank would be a better move for me, but not when
the system is trying to get rid of you and put you out in the street.
The State Attorney General, Mizz Bondi won't help me or believe me,
so you won/t be seeing her pretty little face on the blogs any more.
But I know what I know, folks, and I, know that someone is
intentionally mother fucking trying to cause me endless misery, and
major hassles, eventually leading me to one of three eventualities, a
tomb, a sike commitment without any wild out of time and tune
musicians (eat your hearts out Dave and Darius), or where else, land
of recurring fields of danger nightmares, but PRISON. The
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE if they have their druthers, the order would be,
confined to a box six feet below the ground, confined to prison, or
confined to a state sike horse pistol, as old Bruce Perfect
only-human Pennock would say this so long ago, by most mortal
standards and points of view. He has no idea who is biggest fan is
and has been for so long, and I am not gonna'; give the dude a big
head and look him up and show him all this shit. We have enough
people walking around this fucking world thinking that they're just
so dam ass all that times ten to the power of ninety, and so why
should I aid in increasing the number and count of bozos such as
this, Mister Patrick Jane. Still, I feel so sorry for him and his
show, and I knew the night that super Red John list last episode
aired, that things would end up CANCELLED
AGAIN,
just as what
happened in April of 1971,
with the great fucking serial television show, “Dark
Shadows”;
for daring to really get folks slowly indoctrinated, through a long
time believable plot, that indeed; there
really is a Lenny McKannon,
or you know, all joking aside; maybe it is really smarter if I just
say, THE DEVIL, as this is a moving entity, and can go from place to
place, and the great holy words say this exactly, how he walks on the
Earth from place to cause, fuckin g up all the shit he wants to and
has a major goal and plan to wipe out anything connected with the
Huntington Family, of which my DNA-CHAIN is directly along, and other
powerful folks too, let us leave shit right there, lads and lassies,
OK, John King? Yes Diana, I see you, you lovely gorgeous baby-blond,
in your mortal world form as a channel of delicious beautiful
electrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
peeps who read Morianity,
are wondering why I use words like ''hostilitygram'', originating
from two words strung together, STAR TREK-TNG, style, with their
great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY HOLOGRAM, so let me try
explaining this to y'all right now, quick, down, and dirty flat out,
so you can really ''get it'', once and for all. This dovetails into
my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear
DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together, and this is really a
world of energy in real truth, and then our brain's consciousness
machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then
transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter
world where we are now living and typing or reading, and 'whatever'
Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old 'BUDDY' of the Forget-Me Club!!!
Every
miracle that has ever resulted in somebody being canonized, is
explainable entirely in five full dimensions, but we all exist
materially in only three. There is a way to actually do more than all
of the 'Steve Hawking types' ever have yet to do, and it will be told
in both an instructional way as well as in a journal story-telling
way, but when I am all through, this world will topple right on its
ass. I know a lot more than any of my mother fucking enemies think I
do. Yes
Diana, I love you, and I see and hear you, BABY-BLOND
love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOLKS,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,
when you see a new post with some old and familiar writings, do not
just log off. It may start old seeming as a repeat, but will merge
into brand new stuff, proving to you, that indeed, time is pure
illusion in three dimensions, and further proving how life does
indeed GET
US STUCK AND TRAPPED, INTO CYCLES,
and much much much much fucking ass more, this is just a scratching
of the dam surface of shit, believers, YO! I love you so much,
LIGHTNING, you are all around me, and making me so very happy, lovely
wonderful awesome girl!!!!!!
GOLLLLLLEEY, Sargent Carter, why is this all happening to me,
MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
one day too late, I'll come looking for you, I'll no longer know who
you are. Remember a girl from my little boy world, and doing the best
to forget who you are. Yes you are my STACEY,
the great Sarah-Stacey,
you're more than a girl; from the shore. You sent her to me so that
I'd love you too, but instead I forgot even more.
WOW,
do you think I ever wanted to forget you, BEG?
Yes,
they are trying to cleverly throw me into the street, and I need your
help, TROPLE GODDESS. PLEASE DO NOT LET THEM MURDER ME, this evil
rotten government does not care one bit about me, I am just a threat
to them as I know way to fucking much, and covered
myself with © Insurance.
*******MORIANITY
PART FIVE IS CONTINUING FOLKS!*******
My
original plans have not altered. I am leaving for South America to
seek asylum and justice from the 30 years of major persecution that I
have now had to contend with here in the United fucked up States for
so long and putridity. All of my Google shit will all come down very
soon; all blogs, all social media junk; including all of my Youtube
shit.
When
they 'own' the land miss Fat-lady, then it's only right for me to
conclude that these are their sites and if you do not abide by their
rules, you don't get to play, or if they do allow you to, you are
cleverly and relentlessly fucking cheated. No matter what I have
tried to do, they will not allow me to ever try and promote my music,
that contains the message of Morianity. This of course under normal
circumstances, would be a major constitutional breach, actionable at
law big ass time, and I'd have a law suit in the billions. But my
lawyer told me this morning, that they own these sites and don't even
legally have to allow anyone they wish to bar or discourage; to even
post up to them. So I am again left, what else, but mega-screwed.
Still I take contentment in the fact that being screwed is an old
partner and bed-fellow for me, and really, there is nothing new going
on whatsoever. Still, my father has great grand parents on his dad's
side, one from Lisbon, the other from Johannesburg; and this means
that I have two potential fights that I can bring to the courts
without a lawyer. I can do it all myself, and fuck these rotten
lawyers who are too scared to fight for me in this HUNTINGTON
NIGHTMARE. Letters will be going off to the ACLU,
before this business week is out. The market is flying up today,
AGAIN, what else is new? (WEIN-SOSO) or same-old-same-old. Here is
where it will be for the next year, within a short tolerance of
inaccuracy in price and timeline:
END
OF JULY, ALL TIME HIGHS ALL OVER AGAIN, AND CLOSING OVER 16,000
POINTS.
END
OF AUGUST, 17,000 POINTS.
END
OF SEPTEMBER, 18,000 POINTS
END
OF 2013, MARKETS WILL ABSOLUTELY BE TRADING AT OVER 20,000 BASIS
POINTS FOR THE DJIA (DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES.
By
one year from today in July of 2014, the DJIA will be close to 30,000
points.
By
2015-2016 somewhere, I GUARANTEE IT WILL BE AS HIGH AS 50,000 POINTS,
AS I TOLD ALL OF YOYU ALL ALONG, RIGHT BEAUTIFUL NIGHT-LADY GINA,
FROM THE NINETEEN-NINETIES???????????????????????????? HAVE I
BEEN SO OFF OR SO WRONG FOLKS, OR DO I MAKE YOUR GREATEST FUCKING
STOCK BROKERS DROOL IN ENVY, OF MY ALL MIGHTY PREDICTIONS OVER THE
PAST 5 YEARS OR SO, GOOD BELIEVERS, YO???????
This
is all a total fucking no-brainer, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
FUCKING TOLD YOU THIS MARKET WOULD NOT STOP!!!
Clay
Coins and I will be day-trading, using his name and SS number and
account, and through a lawyer, it will show I share 50-50 with him in
our little day-trading consortium. This is all legal, as I cannot
risk losing benefits I need to live on until I can prove that this
will make me continual money and I would then no longer need to rely
on my SS bennies. My great TD Bank of Toronto, told me to come in
with Mister Coins anytime, there is no minimum balance, just open up
and start trading. I plan to do just that. Follow
the follow peeps, you JUST CANNOT mother fucking lose week
to week and month to month, even if the market shoots up, falls down,
or trends in a nowhere zone. I refuse to live in poverty, and under
the threat of extermination and covert
annihilation by the fucking BFA
any longer.
This
is really all I have to say for right now, good folks!!!!!!!!
I
will be blowing your minds with what not only GAGA revealed to me in
the cards, but also in my major last 90 days of Q&A, and new
matching items for the 81 constant never changing PCN's.
Try
to have a better day than I have been having for months now, as I am
planning my suicide very carefully. It does not appear that I am able
to die and remain dead, but I have some ideas that I am planning, I
never quit trying to exterminate and jack out of this Jim Pratt
nightmare, on or off, and FOR THE RECORD, Connie Dirtbag Legspreads,
and Jimmy Whywhywhy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for really telling the nitty gritty Ronstadt details of shit that
made my daughter's step dad drool over at the Haddonwood pool in
1995, as well as using the full and complete ''FASCITAR'' magic, to
enable you to begin your trek towards becoming a T-3-E or a
(TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON), WELL, THIS IS ALL RIGHT AROUND THE FUCKING
BEND, so sing it and revive it, YO, sixties
dudes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
now, this will not be a major ear-bender blog, as I need to plan lots
of strategical shit, and then execute it very very very Ingrid
carefully, in both 2013, as well as back in the days of Shirley
Grant, and Doogie Howser the greatest and loveliest
Lab-Technician on Planet freaking bloody shoe Earth if I
do say so myself in proud bragging. Just know that I am not happy in
my role as Mark Mary Two, but I am not going to deny the pier to pier
jump, with or without any distance-elimination inventions aboard the
SS SUNRAM, or for that matter, who knows, maybe even the fucking HMS
TITANIC. Well, let us not even
dwell on child molestation, CD. To me, this is the epitome of unfair
practices, as all of us guys so much as smiling or looking at girls
CD's age up in Canada, would be in prison for decades, yet this ugly
miserable pervert piece of shit lives on and on in his crimes and his
fucking luxury. He makes me sicker than 400 Trumps all stacked
fucking together, as is most definitely on my ''surf-N-Turf list, and
Grave Pissing list as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Master
sheet for posting YBCO remake song, onto Wordpress Blog-site.
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