I
AM UNDER A SKY-DEATH-SIEGE, AND TWO FUCKING CUNT LAPPPING DAYS OF
HELL FROM HALLS FUCKING FAWCES, AKA THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OT IS JUST PAST HALF PAST
TWO ON THIS CUNT EATING FRIDAY AFTERNOON ON THIS THIRD PUSSY CHEWING
JANUARY DAY. BRING YOUR VIDEO CAMERA OR
CELLPHONE OR WHATEVER TO FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA AND TAKE PIX OF HUGE
GIGANTIC SKY FILLING FUCKING CHEMTRAILS, GOOD PEOPLE, IF YOU ARE
SOCIAL MEDIA POSTERS, HAVE A FUCKING BLAST WHILE I CHOKE AND WHEEZE
TO MY DEATH. OF COURSE WE ALL KNOW THAT MY HEALTH IS NOT THE
ONLY ONE EFFECTED, RIGHT MY PAL PRINCE. STAY SAFE IN THE NABE BUDDY,
AND ISIS CAN ALWAYS USE HER ENZEMETER NOT THAY RUINED EVERYTHING ELSE
and then they say Lenny McKinnon is not a ruining and destroyer of
all that is good and worth living for. Yeah, I am in the mood for
another group of fairy-tales, and may I buy the fucking cunt Brooklyn
Bridge from you too, while we're at at here, and then Mister
Rockford, we can always get back to kicking your teeth in.
How
the 99% of us can stand idly by while they wreck the greatest
athletes health to the greatest voice ever on this Earth, with these
rotten fucking sky poisons, is not understood by my tiny limited
mind. That is all these eight years of blogs is about, and then after
it got going, I sort of decided to make it about my life as well in
more detail, and not just about the magical trails in the sky. In
1969, a gigantic one was all over the skies over Camden County, New
Jersey. If I were speaking to a real audience and not powerful screen
name protected hot shots, I would have someone by now tell me that
they too remember witnessing that incredible December day in 1969.
Then I could tell you how it was sent by Trump's Briggbase of the
Astral Plane right after I had ended a human interaction with the
Almighty Isiscylla where she made a motorcycle chain vanish out of my
Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, on Oakland Avenue. What I have never
told you is the detail to the revolting elucidated nth degree of just
how my great great Aunt Alice from Chicago, YIP, oh YIP folks, I
think this ghost is using a telephone, as I have now received a total
of more than 100 Chicago area number calls where all the voicemail
is, is the sound of some weird young voice saying, ''YIP''. I never
bothered to go to the cops with this. Why do something that never did
anything but frustrate and waste my time back over 30 years ago in
the spring time of my saga of 1983 with all of this bull fucking
shit, why Jimmy?
Once
I began blogging about the chemtrail assault, a quiet sixth floor has
burst open with life, like Irish Bands and Ernie Cymbals. Without
even more chases to discuss, I'll move on with this, my 'whatever's'
out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
3, 2014,LOOKS LIKE A BOT X2
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:41
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HA
HA HA, NICE AND FUCKING COOL.
This
will be a tiny tweet-blog. I apologize for thinking that Tom from the
first floor of my building was hurting me. I am not saying he gave me
a fair shake, or that something is not wrong, but I over did my long
winded ranting on just how monstrous his behavior has been since
nearly the time we met after Debbie Marotto, my resident manager put
me onto him for some computer help.
WELL
PEEPS, THE WORLD CAN GO STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! I
still would rather be extra paranoid and safe, than totally naïve
and too stupid to recognize any of the potential dangers, and I most
definitely DO NOT apologize, if this pisses anybody off. As the old
late sixties song goes, ''I GOTTA' BE ME''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
HAS BEEN MORIANITY PART VII, CHAPTER XV. I HOPE YOU ALL ARE DOING A
LOT BETTER THAN THESE FUCKING CUNT PRICKS ARE ALLOWING POOR OLD
PATHETIC LITTLE FUCKING ME TO BE DOING. LET ME SIGN OPFF AND POST
THIS BLOG, 'MY PEEPS'.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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