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I
managed to survive through the great twenty thirteen's
''eleven-eleven''. I did not however have any desire to do a CHAPER
#13, on that horrific numerical date of super botbar symbolism.
Folks,
there are things happening, to all of you, to me, to this world, and
you don't need to go onto social media junk like the new age
''youtube'' or other garbage similar stuff, in order to realize or
recognize this. You merely need to get out of bed and for once, open
your eyes. Not your physical eyes, your other ones, the ones that
were discussed in the red font printing in the Holy Words of
Christianity, by a direct ancestor of mine, my 61st grand
father's uncle. Keep swimming, Joanie girl.
This
tweet-blog is just to say that there are a couple dozen peeps out
here who think I am unable to truly add up the one and the one and
successfully arrive not at 1.999 or at 2.0001, or whatever, as Bob
Andrews said so well in Pileggi's basement in 1975, to me, following
band practice that summer's night that he was too busy to give me a
lift from Westmont over to Lindenwold. Oh well, you stayed busy, and
quite successful, may the gods bless all those who have brushed
magical paths with me throughout the interactions of all of our
lives, and some sort of powerful Harry Potter positive magic seemed
to rub off onto them. Hip Hip Hurray, I mean this sincerely.
The
only sad part is that I did every single thing that all the jerk offs
in the fucking world who thought they were King Knowitall, told me to
do, and all I ever got was axed and shafted. If a future dictionary
describes unfairness someday, this needs to be there! E.T.
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