I
AM IN A SERIOUS MOTHER FUCKING DEATH MAGNETIC. I CANNOT GET TWO DAYS
TO STRING TOGETHER NOT SUPER CUNT SUCKING HORRIBLE OR (BOTBER), THIS
YEAR SO FUCKING CUNT LAPPING FAR. TODAY WAS SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, THE
SIXTH ONE NOW OF 2014, YESTERDAY EEKED BY OK. I WILL TELL YOU THE
DETAILS OF THIS FUCKING COCK SUCKING DISASTER DAY, INVOLVING ALMOST
LOSING MY AUTOMOBILE, ALMOST DROWNING, AND THEN BEING STOLEN FROM BY
PIGS UP HERE ON MY FLOOR, ONLY 5 DOLLARS, STILL, THIS DAY IS BEYOND
SUPER FUCKING BAD, PAM BONDI, LIVING WITH DRUG ADDICTS AND THIEVES IS
REAL FUN, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL.
Starting
early this afternoon, we have had a flash flood here in Fort Pierce,
like nothing I have ever seen in my years here since middle December
of 2009. The closest to it was the day the lovely 16 year old blond
was flexing her bicep over at the Harvest place, and the storm
immediately afterward, took the power away from the entire city for
more than an hour. All the times when the weather is relatively
normal and calm, I'll go to get onto my computer and millions of
stupid alerts are all over the place, annoying you to death. Today
when REAL FUCKING SHIT, DANGEROUS FUCKING SHIT IS HAPPENING, they
don't say a fucking word, right old buddy Kevin Bacon of the Findings
Withholding Club of Scientifica and Flatliners??????? I
go to do a couple little errands and almost lost my automobile. It is
pouring torrential rain outside, the entire town is flooding up. I
start to drive to the store to buy some food-snacks, and at this
little stupid mini-circle area where about six roads all work into,
and I always just about take the wrong one and have to make a fucking
UUUEEE, I went to make the UUUEEE not knowing the terrain, thinking
it is wet everywhere. The shoulder does not exist near these condo
fucking developments along this road that heads into Virginia Avenue
and where a huge traffic back up was doing its Susie Quattro thing
times fifty five. Don't die on me Susie, there was no GAWNUM when you
were in grade school. So I drive right into a river and am floating,
except for one tiny bit of where my rear tires were making ground
contact. Either my car has four wheel drive and I only thought it had
front wheel drive, or a real Poolroy miracle happened. Somehow the
entire car was able to reverse itself, get back onto the road, and
survive sinking into this nightmare shituation. The battery is new
and also survived, but the light and the Macy-Tone did activate at
first, and then went off, and then once more it happened when I was
further down the road and in another fairly deep water flooded area
of road, but I was following other cars and could not do anything but
hope I wouldn't fucking cunt stall out. I drove instead of to my
normal errands, to a local auto shop kind of place, and shut it off
and waited a few minutes, to see if it would re-start, knowing that
if it did not, they at least could get me going and I could then
drive a mile or so back to my building and most likely all would be
OK when things totally dried out on the following day. But it started
up and things were OK. I was going to buy a pair of wiper blades for
the windshield, as both of my present blades are falling apart. In
New Jersey, cops would pull you over in a fucking heartbeat, I will
say that the freedoms here in Florida making going back to Jersey a
total no-no, especially in lieu of recent news items proving how
non-paranoid I was back there, when I said enemies would rig traffic
patterns, and fuck with me all the time, and I KNEW THAT IT WAS
HAPPENING. After the car tarted up fine, I drove away from the auto
store and to the local DEELS store for my snacks, and also bought a
$5.00 carton of assorted forks and spoons and knives that I have been
wanting for several years. When I came home, somehow this bag fell
out of my hand on the sixth floor where I fucking cunt live with pigs
raised by pigs, cubed; and when I saw that I did not have this item,
and went to look, an empty DEELS BAG was right there near the
elevator area. Some fucking cunt lapping sp--- took my shit, must
need it more than I do. Hay, my lack of PC is gonna' get fucking
worse and worse, as this death siege continues to pound and pummel me
to mother fucking death, fagot world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BANK
ON THAT!!!!!!!!!!! After
this all happened, I began this blog, but let me finish the story,
folks. I needed to go to the K-MART which was my first original
destination, to buy a jump suit. I wear this type outfit that
stretches and covers just the legs and private parts of the body. I
sleep in it and use it as pajamas, as well as for lounging around the
crib all day. Last night my last pair that I had totally ripped to
shreds. I really needed this, but the weather that never ever is like
this in this town, suddenly turned on me like a ravenous starving
monster with an agenda of mountain sized appetite. When I left the
DEELS store with my snacks and my fucking silverware, or now, some
dirt bag's silverware, one of my scum bag thieving sixth floor
druggie nabes; the weather was too bad, and even though I started
towards the K-Mart, the second that I approached Route One to go
there after exiting the DEELS STORE PARKING LOT, I could see cars
backed up for as far as the fucking cunt eye could see, so I did
another UUUEEE, this time on a relatively dry street, and just drove
home, and then was robbed, as I said.
Also
my new medical condition where if I so much as inhale without mouth
breathing, the stench is sickening, like infection and toxic waste
mixed together. It seemed to begin right after the
TOOTHACHE-MAJOR-BUTTON crap that I blogged about late last year that
was bei9ng done to me by WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, what else? I will have
to call my mother fucking doctor and ask if I need them as my PCP, to
refer me to an ears nose and throat specialist, wow, 1984-2014,
something about that number 4, right gorgeous teen lovely Labber?
Where are you when I really mother fucking need you, PROFESSOR
KAKU
sir???????????????????????????
JANUARY
9,2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 6:00
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
MUST BE 100; FEELS 89.
My
cunt huffing MPB is now 52% for DECEMBER-2013. My MPB for 2013 has
CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason,
and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it
onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the
Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into
and through, by going on with this same wild new music technology,
after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his
everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent
brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where
the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass
MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed over
to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the filthy
disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating BOTBAR
ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR TIMES 2
AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO A DICK LICKING MOTHER
FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED; COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH,
ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD OLD MID
LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this
shit was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking gone and
dead forever and ever and ever and ever and ever,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a
Sike Ward. Then off to get my feast on across the great water company
of Atlantic City, New Jersey, the ACMUA, www.ACMUA.com/
as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on and on, or do I. Am I
both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As far as the great
mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD replaces the current
day internet and we all merge into it whenever we choose to do; time
in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace, under totally different
rules that govern over it.
*****************
OH
SHIT
**********************
2014
DATE-----TOTAL BOTBARS-----TOTAL DAYS-----MPB
JANUARY
01----------00------------------------------01-------------00
JANUARY
02----------01------------------------------02-------------50
JANUARY
03----------02------------------------------03-------------67
JANUARY
04----------03------------------------------04-------------80
JANUARY
05----------03------------------------------05-------------60
JANUARY
06----------04------------------------------06-------------67
JANUARY
07----------05------------------------------07-------------71
JANUARY
08----------05------------------------------08-------------63
JANUARY
09----------06------------------------------09-------------67
THIS
YEAR IS A MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR-NIGHTMARE!
THIS
PROVES EVIL IS REAL, AND THAT A PERSONAL AND REAL SATAN-DEVIL
DOES IN FACT, FUCKING COCK SUCKING ABSOLUTELY EXIST, AND LIVES RIGHT
HERE ON THIS DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING
EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
OF THIS FUCKING HORRENDOUS HORSE SHIT leaves
me with lots of GAWNUM-QUIZZING
WORK
to do later on, or (GQW), as there is much more to this than silently
asking a question twice, of a deck of cards with aces through nines,
and getting two digits called the TRANCED GAWNUM ROOT, or the (TGR)
number. Folks, I'll be talking to the great GAGA-CAT, and you may
gladly TAKE THIS TO THE MOTHER FUCKING BANK OF TORONTO, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I am not here to toot my horn and say look at me, I'm a mother
fucking super prophet. But the facts do indeed SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES
HERE, KIND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I MEAN REALLY, am I wrong???
YIP,
Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice
Gallagher's, before she married my mother's Aunt Maud Huntington
Benjamin's cousin, Herbert Huntington's son, Arthur, from Braintree,
Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, you are reading: MORIANITY
PART VII, CHAPTER XXIV
LET
ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DAVID! But let us
quickly end all this for today with a little parlor magic lesson.
EVERYTHING IS A TRICK, EVEN TIME TRAVEL OF ANY KIND. Shades
of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ''alien
abduction experiences shared around the planet''???
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A LITTLE HACKING AGAIN,
BOBBY MCDOWELL, JUST IN CASE YOU ARE INTERESTED, I SUPPOSE MY
WONDERFUL KID HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN WATCH HER LOVELY SNOW AND
MESS WITH POOR OLD ME, ENDLESS TWO THOUSAND 8.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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before we complete the blog, please see this:
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help
of old pal McDowell; not the Philly-nurse from 1963.
I
HOPE YOU ARE BURNING IN HELL ANN AND DAWN KING!!!!!!!!
Things
repeat, but you all are not getting it yet!!!
Watch
the market FLY the rest of the week, the damage is done!
I
WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE
OF FUCKING HORRORS.
I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me
yet.
FUCK
THIS EVIL ASS ROTTEN WORLD.
I
LIVE WITH THIEVES AND DRUGGIES AND THUGS, AND SCUM. I MUST BE ONE
LUCKY LITTLE BUM.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW: CRY-CRY!
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