WOW
DOES MY LIFE TRUCK, SO TRUCK IT. WELL TO QUOTE STEVE MCGINTY FROM
1977, ALL I CAN DO IS 'KEEP TRUCKING'; UNTIL COSMIC FORCES DECIDE TO
EVENTUALLY RELEASE ME FROM THIS HORRENDOUS, EVIL, AND WICKED
NIGHTMARE, THAT OTHER PEOPLE CALL, ''THEIR LIVES''.
Mack
Kaiter at Camp Chesapeake, washed my mouth out with soap for using
lots of profanity, back in the summers of 1967 and 1968, in middle
July. If he were here, he would need a huge bar for my brain. I am
under a neighborhood siege, with fire alarms one after the other,
verifiable I am sure by those who know how to do such things, also
doors are booming over and over and these lovely brother hucksters
are making a lot of noise around here. It goes on real rolls, periods
where things are quiet and they seem to all be gone, and then these
other times, of pure H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS, LENNY BRISCOE THIRD
GRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
just love my runt slapping situation. I am so flock ducking happy. I
am also the KING of sarcasm, Dawn and Mashell, at least in your
minds. You're entitled.
FEBRUARY
23, 2014,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 87 DEGREES FNHT.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,719
BANG,
SLAM, BOOM, IN, OUT, IN, OUT, IN, OUT, duh I'm wetahded and don't
know which side of the door to stay on, whaaaaaa.
Before
the two back to back fire alarms earlier, nightmares were real bad.
My family, my kids, all of it, you don't need to know so don't even
bother asking or wondering. But one thing was there for most of the
experience. My wonderful lovely precious bright copper colored full
moon seemed to just follow me everywhere. She was always just there
no matter what hell that I was experiencing. I'd look over either to
my right or to my left, and there she would be, shining with her soft
glow of awesome wonder and delight, and I could her hear tellingf me
right inside my mind the entire time, 'It's OK little boy, I'm
watching over you'. Diana, my endless love; I KNOW YOU ARE, GREAT
GODDESS AND HUNTRESS. These rat scum are shouting and screaming like
there is no tomorrow out there. I may have to call CRINE STOPPERS or
just simply 911, as this is ridiculous. This day is of course super
botbar, what else is runt slapping new with my 'whore-a-bull life'
and 'sub vampiric existence'?
Most
of twenty-fourteen has been super botbar hell. There is nothing new
any longer, there really are no mother trucking shock factors to be
concerned with. No matter what happens, it is like, oh right, here we
go again, in or out of 2006 Old Testament Morianity books. SLAM SLAM
SLAM, sick twisted uncouth barnyard total pigs, brother!!!
My
noisy crude nabes are being very noisy all morning and into this
afternoon as well, with many doors and lots of hallway yelling. This
of course is going to be making their evil crooked DOW JONES, shoot
up like a rocket tomorrow, Monday, and is all what Seabottom
Jamesbond and others have wanted details about, the Milituforce
intentionally creating parallel events, in order to achieve,
stealthfully and covertly; their objective of an endless flying stock
market, year after year after year, and since 1986 through now, look
at the difference over 1986 and going back to where these markets
began. The difference is officially standing there forever to be
chart-archived, and will prove my claims cannot be anything short of
true and accurate and real. Still, if someone wants to claim a water
walker is doing a parlor trick, and just refuse to believe their own
perception of reality, who can ever hope to convince them otherwise?
A closed mind is a lot like a closed safe that is air tight,
containing five hundred million dollars worth of jewels and cash. A
lot of potential is there, and yet you are only going to lay in there
and slowly exfixiate, and then die, with nothing. I fear a closed
mind with every bit of passion and emotion as this hypothetical
closed valuable safe of equally potentially capable of delivering a
tomb doom for the one stuck inside of it. Now that is something to
begin to scratch heads over; try not to bleed to much on the carpet.
Well,
if things stay bad around here, maybe I'll go out and cat around a
little bit and if the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
is dumb enough to start the air shirt up with me, then the
cat-flirtations begin, and I'll take advantage of it and get myself a
few nice girlfriends. That'll knock the stock market down about 3-7
kilo-points over the next few weeks, so hopefully, they'll start
backing this crap off of me, good folks.
I
have not had any time to perform any GAWNUN Q&A. When I get some
answers from Gawky Gaukauk, I will tell the record and keep this
journal abreast and apprised of all situations that pertain to this.
You may take that straight to the Bank of the World, Uncle Heinz
Babylonian Gottwald of Peninsula Drive, before you croaked in when
else, but in the year I was trumped once and all, 12 plus 7 and then,
and then 12 times 7, also known as (AKA) 1984, and non 30 Place
Plaza's of South Atlantic City and middle Atlantic city, in good old
New Jersey, USA.
Oh
the darn gods. You can show them and tell them and bang heads on a
wall and end up in prison for it, but it will not alter the closed
mind of a skeptical Missourian. I am not for one minute insinuating
that peeps should be easy targets and marks for every rotten carney
out there waiting in a long line to take them to the Jefferson
cleaners, all 7, and 'one near you'; but I AM saying that folks love
to discount things, that seem impossible; no matter how
many of David smith's blackboards are existing all around
them, from 1971's lovely leaf foliage autumn, all the way to present
times of pure yuk. If anyone out here does not think my life sounds
like a total crazy fish tale, you underestimate my love and pledge to
reality. But I love reality to the point that I will accept what
seems totally surreal, if all the evidence insists and screams out,
that this is so. Yeah,
fish stories indeed, nice fresh pales of them on Stone Harbor, New
Jersey jetties. Talk about the epitome of transdimensional reality
being all around our daily lives, completely invisible to us all. So
am I correct here, my old pal, Professor KAKU, or am I NAUT, Miss
1983 AT&T BLAKE, from the Annoyance Caller Bureau? YIP, things
change so little in a third of a century. Only those with non-mortal
lives would be doing the same thing over this kind of a stretch in
time. That also is reality, as well as pure unadulterated LOGIC,
Leonard Spock! Well Jane Pain Bane Witch Sludge; you struck me again
with page-eleven, of eleven, and so I will put up some pretty and
large nice fives in order to compensate for ugly you.
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Now
at pure random, I am going to select a SAFE JOURNAL and paste it in,
just to see how things connect into right now. Don't be too quick to
scoff at these things, folks. Doctors just a short time ago did not
know they should WASH THEIR HANDS before touching a patient. You
cannot see and perceive germs with the naked eye. As I speak, a nasty
airplane just flew low and loud over my place, just FOR
THE RECORD, © Office Examiners, in case you're at
all interested. And they say history doesn't repeat itself, General
Patton old pal. We know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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