Friday, February 21, 2014

TAPE NUMBER BOTBAR TIMES 4 PAM BONDI, 25,717 YO


EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER BOTBAR

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER, STEVIE KNICKS, HONEY CAKES; YOU'VE GOT ME RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING FOR COVER; FROM 1976, THROUGH THE MORONI FLEETWOOD CADILLAC SYSTEMS, OF ALL AND ANY TRAVELERS VEHICLES; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!





I COULD USE SOME COCK SUCKING LOOKING AFTER, STATE AND FEDERAL AUTHORITIES, YO!!!





EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I LEAVE MY APARTMENT TO DO A SMALL ERRAND, BOOM, CHEMTRAILS START RIGHT UP IN MY FACE, AND JUST AROUND ME, AND I HAVE BETTER CUNT SNIFFING FUCKKING THINGS TO DO WITH MY TIME THAN TO WEITHER BE IMAGINING THIS SHIT, OR HAVE IT BEING DONE TO ME BY SCUM BAG LOW LIFE FUCKING WACKEY JERK OFF PSYCH CASES FROM FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I MUST BE THE MOST FUCKING COCK SUCKING IMPORTANT ''NOBODY'' ON THIS PLANET. IF I WAS SO TOTALLY UNIMPORTANT TO THESE POWERFUL WORLD OWNERS, THEY WOULD BE PAYING A LOT MORE ATTENTION TO THEIR OWN MISERABLE ROTTEN SICK TWISTED FUCKING LIVES, THAN BE WORRYING ABOUT GOOD OLD FUCKING PITIFUL NOBODY MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SINCE THIS IS NOT WHAT IS GOING ON, THEN THIS NOBODY CRAP, IS NOT REALITY. JUST BECAUSE NONE OF THE REAL NOBODY'S KNOW OF ME, MEANS DIDDLY SQUAT. THESE ARE THE PEEPS WHO MAKE AND CREATE THE STARS THAT YOU ALL WOO OVER LIKE DOGS WITH THEIR FUCKING TONGUES STUCK OUT ON A HOT JULY DAY. THEY ALSO ARE THE ONES WHO THINK I AM MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY OF THEM, AS THEY DO NOT FUCK WITH THEM CONTINUALLY AND ACT AS THOUGH THE SUN MUST SOMEEHOW INVISIBLY RISE AND SET ON MY FUCKING ROTTEN ASS FACE!





I TOLD YOU GINA, THEY WILL ENDLESSLY FUCKING CUNT PERSECUTE ME AND HARASS ME, AND THROW YOU IN JAIL TO UPSET ME, AS THE GREAT GADFLY BLOGS REPORTED LAST WEEK, AND WHAT HAPPENS, JUST AS I HAVE SAID OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO???? THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DOW JONES STOCK MARKET RACES ENDLESSLY UP. THEY WILL SEE A GAIN THIS WEEK OF NEARLY 1000 POINTS, A GAIN NEXT WEEK JUST LIKE THIS ONE, AND 500 POINTS A WEEK THROUGH THE SUMMER TIME. HOWEVER, MY FUCKING PUSSY COMMAND IS GOING TO BE REALLY KILLER AS THIS ERNDLESS AIR ASSAULT PROGRESSES WITHOUT FUCKING LET UP, AND DON'T THINKL FOR ONE CUNT EATING MINUTE THAT I DO NOT FUCKING ASS PLAN TO TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT THIS FUCKING TIME AROUND, YO YO YO YO YO, I TOO CAN LEARN MY LESSONS FROM ERRORS, AND NOT TO FUCKIGN CUNT REPEAT THEM OVER AGAIN, DIRT HOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





So far today, I have injured myself with a razor blade, cutting my left fucking hand, and have had some nasty aerial persecution. And the day is only starting. I am four straight MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBARS NOW, GOOD FOLKS, AND BAD FOLKS.





Speaking of good, and 'real good', and time traveler wrestler fast Jesse Ventura, slow Robbie; there are a lot of things that I plan to be saying very soon, and it will go way beyond the islands, the island juices, the island music, Trump knowing long ago that my daughter and all this hell around me all existed, in fact, being head of the great Briggbase and one of the giant bosses in the great Millionth Council; most likely had a big hand in planning many things, not merely the Dawn King Rehab Escape caper, and then her covert murder; after I ran away, to leave no living participant-witnesses, Ann king. Tell that to your attorney's that you go to when you sue New jersey for your daughter's misfeasance/malfeasance wrongful death in Atlantic City, at the hospital there.











FEBRUARY 21, 2014,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 10:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 80 DEGREES FNHT.



























JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,717















































































































































































































































































Folks, and Gina from jail, here is the flying DOW for right now, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, resulting in my persecution over the past four days, Go ahead world, insist I am a nut. I'm in great company, as the general population considered many of the greats of yesterday from Louis Pasture to Albert Einstein, Edison to Vangough, to be nut cases and total shit heads in their current day societies. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE again, GINA. Call me if you ever need anything from me, you are not BOO.


















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SEE, THEY ATTACKED ME EARLY, AS ALWAYS, AND WOUSHHHHHHHH, UP SHE GOES, YO, SEC, AS IF YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT DOING YOUR JOBS UP THERE IN FUCKING ASS MANHATTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!












Folks, l+l=ll. This is reality in any universe. So is ICPE TECK, and so are all strange lab-technicians from 1984-1986, along with bumper sticker Camden boys who just are trying hard to be them, and letting all of the local ho's and bitches know it, that night back in fucking late 1987. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
















Oh sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers, and other mockers of the great 1971 era McNulty Club of Exton, Pennsylvania, YO; sup everybody, YO? GOD WILL GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW, SO IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS???







Yes Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of Planet Earth, but not in control of a whole lot else, mahm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been trapped in this one for a long long long time, lovely Ingrid.

































This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 2 DAY FOR ME!!!!!



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Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.







I have no time to get into shit, but this weekend, be fucking prepared, sir Jack McCoy, I'm moving forward, SIR!!!!!! The Milituforce has been warned.



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