MARCH
23, 2014,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.
WOW
WHAT A HOT WEEKEND HERE IN FLORIDA, PEEPS. Oh well, it will cool down
in 9 months, when late December rolls around,
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
*JOURNAL
TAPE 25,752*
WOW,
the world sucks. I had to pay $42,000.00 for something that made no
sense whatsoever in my exploratron travels last night. Does this fit
somehow, into how I recently had, by pure random chance, of me
purchasing a blank VHS video tape, at the local Good-Will Store, here
in town; and learning through an unbelievable set of wild
happenstances, that I am David's fifth cousin four times removed, off
of the MYERS line, despite his not knowing who they sprang off from
in one of several lines, the Gottwald's, who I jokingly refer to as
the Gozzwald's or Ozzwalds, on these blogs; you might be wondering.
Well before getting into this topic of today's blog. There are a lot
of doors in the hallway that are freaking banging away today; and my
noisy nabes are a real pain in my twat! Still, as winter rapidly
turns to summer here in the oven state of sunshine and phony
lightning capitols; folks are folks, and they tend to get noisier in
hotter weather. Me, I turn my air conditioning unit down as low as I
can without my Chemtrailitis making me cough my lungs out, normally
75-79 by day and about 80 by night, if I go lower, the coughing
attacks get nasty. Aniwho, screw these unpleasant asshole neighbors,
let me get on with the story of Cousin David Clean Hands and his
coming in 2010 with his pal Darius Evans, to the Harvest Food
Outreach place where I worked, and both became my bosses. At this
place, young peeps are liked, and us old mother fuckers are not so
much liked. This is the way of the world for the most of it
everywhere, but it was especially noticeable up there at that shit
hole toilet, and you can look them up at this website:
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
so click and enjoy, then hit your backspace button and count to five,
and you will be right back at this exact spot where you clicked.
DUH-HYUNDAI CARS.
Luckily
for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this
incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all
together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing
42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle,
and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off
lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my
struggles to deal with DAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS
INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman,
before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in
where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of
the constant, and yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word
like, not light, but my deeper mind that was speaking about the
constant, spoke through me and left me to robotically type in the
incorrect word on my previous blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.
Warren,
Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a
MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth
cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom's first cousin
Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five
children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the
oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was
making out with in 1975, on Uncle Heinz's ketch, during a sailing
boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out
of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard
mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size.
Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice
of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD????????????????????
See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you
blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys
won't even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to
give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor
Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last
night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at
Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major
hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out
of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all,
and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like
I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with
Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help
me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the
famous summer's night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad
song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would
all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW
AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at
some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Now
obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David's mom, who I met several times AT THE
HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned
locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my
errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video
tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after
seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of
cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty
shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed,
and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as
ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all around 2 solid ass
freaking decades back into time; so think by now what folks can do,
that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild
super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the
Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school
reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car
playing that karaoke flip side version with the 'MY' on it before the
start of my 1986 song, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''.
I'll highlight it now in light pink.
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I
feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in
a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she
was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron
to human coded communications!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
study this chart with the DOW, between this Sunday afternoon and up
through half past nine tomorrow morning, Monday. Look at where around
a quarter shy of eleven is, and see how they tried to keep pushing it
up. However, I was already in the process of figuring out the truth
about Hands Washing Cousin David. They say one hand washes the other,
and I suppose if we get real, those that have this spoke to them
could easily argue freaking back that, ''How else can we keep our
hands clean and germs from killing off the human race''? Well, this
proves that all stories and coins have two sides, and I hope that
some few out here will bear that truth in mind when negatively
judging my wild and seemingly fantastic claims in this MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR THE THIRD MILLENNIUM, good people. Why is my daughter so
sure that all my stuff is nonsense, when anyone can see from 8 years
ago, she has been following what I do since only the gods know how
long. Insisting on defying this statement and logic requires your
bucking odds of about a quintillion or better, to one chance, that
proves this out, should you examine the time stamped blogs since
January of 2006, more than 8 years ago, YO!
Now
go back to the stock chart and look at the second uptick
mountain-peak. Then look down at the time squares, breaking the daily
stock trading day in two hour block periods. A dim wit nerd half
brain alive, Optimist-Twinbay; can see that this is when they had to
POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS
ICPE, my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
Why is this happening to me JAMES BURR and AGE-TIME SWITCH HITTER
DANIEL WORMHOLE MACKEY, with or without wonderful Christmas Tree
Angels in the lobby????????????????? I MUST BE HITTING A LOT OF
COSMIC NERVES AND HUMAN ONES THAT FOLLOW ME ILLEGALLY IN VIOLATION OF
MY CIVIL LIBERTIES WITH KEYSTROKE VIRUS WORM LATTISAW JACK HACK
ATTACKS, AS IT IS ONE BANG BANG BANG BANG AFTER ANOTHER OUT IN THAT
MOTHER FREAKING HALLWAY, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. OH
SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spatula
that one into the pan, lovely Miss Patton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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