I
AM HOLDING A BOTBUR X 6, AND IF A MIRACLE HAPPENS, THE STRING WILL
BREAK. BUT THE ODDS FOR THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, ARE FAR FROM CUNT
HUFFING GOOD; MY FIENDS AND MY FRIENDS OUT HERE IN
CYBERTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
6, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 5:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
MORIANITY
PART 8, CHAPTER 11.
I
was hit with a physical death beam, a mild one, but I feel somewhat
shitty and fucking queasy good folks, and the sky has definite
chemtrail dissipation all over, so one and one is two, naturally.
Also a more down to earth reason I feel like fucking shit is 4 days
of major fucking stress out city, and no good sleep last night or
today, as I no sooner got to sleep, and at nine thirty this morning
at the exact mother fucking time of the opening hell fucking cunt
bell on WALL STREET, the inspector was at my door, and my notice said
the time was going to be the nineteenth, the day I see my doctor
which I was sort of as always, mother fucking dammed either way, you
know, do or don't. Also a major hack-misprint showed up as chapter 11
for the last blog, I was mind hacked while posting to BLOGGER, and
then hacked in some weird multiple ways of machine and human mind
double-bubble fucking hack, as last chapter was not PART 10, CHAPTER
6, so don't think this is from some future time and through STM, I
came back and posted this, as this did not happen, just a great bunch
of fucking parlor trick hackers at work, making the old saying so
endlessly correct, you know, SOSO-WEIN!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, the odds
of being awakened right at the second the FUCKING STOCK MARKET OPENS,
are thousands to one, and it things in cosmos ran for me in the same
strength that they mother fucking ran against me for just one or two
years, I'd be every bit as wealthy as Donald J. Trump, and every bit
as successful and happy in family life as the cunt chewing fucking
Brady Bunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why would I fucking
lie, peeps?????????????????? Just comment, and tell me what possible
reason that I would have for making any of this cock sucking bullshit
up. Now see the fucking DOW JONES chart for the day and witness the
ICPE of waking me up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SILWEE
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT ME, I'm just a fucking moron who doesn't
know what's going the fucking shit on after 31 years or more of
continual unrelenting mother fucking enemy torment and torture in an
organized way, BRO!!!!!!!!
On
top of this, hardly anyone has read a word I have fucking blogged for
the past three days, and I will very shortly be ending MORIANITY for
mother fucking good, and heading for fucking SOUTH CUNT LAPPING ASS
AMERICA, YO YO YO YO!!!! Take that straight to the mother fucking
bank, wonderful ladies and gentlemen, as I refuse to be anyone's
fucking fool and have 1971 Mike McNulty laugh at me, while 1972 bob
McDowell tapes me on the phone while I tell him all about the
calendars from Timeless Satellite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister
M!
Thank
you for being a loyal friend and follower, great pal SEABOTTOM. Got
your message. I too have those questions for you that I asked, and
p[lease do not worry, I will never be a pain in the ass to you, if
you and any of your peeps are not geeks or know anything big time
regarding what I asked you about how I can promote my blog before I
just give up and shut it down off the web forever, hay, that's life,
my friend. But if anyone you know or you, do know anything, please
know I do not know beans about it, and if I cannot expand soon and
get a real audience, it is time to pack it in and begin another
attempt at getting my nightmare story out to the world, if I have to
rob a huge bank and buy a frikkin' newspaper, or start one, but TRUST
ME, I WILL GET MY NIGHTMARE STORY OUT, and yes, I'll always be glad
to tell you anything, as that is also allowing me a spank paddle
against my WOMO-MILIP-2-FARCE ENEMIES, as they want me to endlessly
freaking suffer in silence, my great pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any
event, yesterday's horrible experience did not work its way onto the
streets of git bag Manhattan until today, as I have been noticing
lately, this new thing is the case, one day's reign of terror and
hell upon me, effects the next day's Dow Jones and not the same day's
prices, in this ICPE-TECK. On top of all of this, the never changing
and ever constant magical
tools, in the LAMBRIGG
ASTRAL PLANE CULT'S BAG OF PARLOR TRICKS,
AND PAWM-PIE-ETTOS-HSE,
WITH THE EMPHASIS ON THE END PART OF THEIR TOOL, HSE, or Hyper Space
Equation; is enough to send the market up a thousand, as nobody was
told the entire story in a straight up way as of yet. I merely told
on my last chapter, that there was another huge BLUCRAN
HYPERSPACE TILLEY-INCOLLINGO CUPCAKE PARLOR TRICK
done to me, yesterday the fifth of February, and if you think about
the symbolism of that date, mathematically, good peeps, 2/5, for
February five; 25 is very very powerful for me, and many things as
well that go beyond just poor old worthless mother fucking little ass
me!
What
happened, in normal Earth words and if I were testifying in court,
yesterday, was that when I got up, I called the phone company, and
right after that, the phone was changed in its basic operation.
Suddenly out of the ''bluecran'', you need to press the pound-key on
the telephone after any star number, from voicemail retrieval, to
operating any of the numerous star phone other features. Also, ten
digit dialing came out of nowhere with no warning at all. Without
doing that, it just sat there dead. But I know I tried to call 911
and got a fast busy several times, then eventually the 911 worked. I
reported this to them, and no one knew anything. The people I
reported the phone problems to ands scheduled the repair person to
come out, also was unaware of the BLUECRAN sudden switch. One second
I am living in Chatsworth and then POW; I am in Hammonton, and always
was; and the only one in the world that can pull off this much of a
water walking bread and fish replication finger healing dead raising
and so on, bunch of wild miracles, is Isiscylla all mighty Middie,
you might refer to this being as FATHER-SON-HOLY GHOST, but I know
the power of reverse-truths in this cosmos, and I also have never
seen a man give birth to a baby inside his guts. So please forgive my
addressing the Almighty Middie as MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON, as I know
better than a bunch of shepherds from 20 centuries back into dark age
dinosaur time.
This
is NOT going to be 'one
of those'
major ass blogs, folks, so if you are not in the mood for it, maybe
reading it right at this exact time
would be foolish,
so rest easy!!!
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, this was no sudden major AT&T update from
Tuesday night or early Wednesday morning at 1:35 AM-Eastern Standard
Time, well, you'll never convince me it was, not when the peeps
taking my repair order did not know of it, and sent a repair crew
over who also did not know of it. THIS WAS ANOTHER BLUCRAN DEAL LIKE
BACK IN 2008 and how the memories of 6-9 rooms all sort of just going
into each other, comes back to haunt me. Yes, I
MOVED IN HYPERSPACE, BIG TIME, and
THAT, is
what really and truly happened,
and anyone who can prove to me differently, then why not, as then you
will have a legitimate laugh-license to use both on, and against me,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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