TAPE 25,844

JOURNAL TAPE NUMBER 25,844

SOME MOTHER FUCKING CUNT SHIT HEAD HACKED THIS DOCUMENT TO HELL, AND I HAD TO LOG OFF MANUALLY AND START UP AND RECOVER, SO I AM SURE THEIR MOTHER FUCKING EVIL CROOKED DOW JONES IS FLYING, CROSSING THE 18,000 FUCKING MARK, AS I FUCKIN GCOCK SUCKING TOLD EVERYBODY IT WOULD, IN JUNE, I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes the mother fucking cunt swallowing turd chewing (`~HACK) GAP (great and powerful) FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, old pal, Bobby McDowell; dots; cut me a fucking break; Margie fucking Leo, from 1985, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All the mother fucking enemies of mine exist for two reasons. Now these reasons have absolutely nothing to do with anything that the fucking Latengrate David Charles Roth used to believe was all part of this nightmare ass fucking hell, and I mean cunt chewing ass NOTHING AT ALL.

This asshole next to me, slams in and out all the time; and has a new girlfriend. This normally lasts for a while, and then it is over, until the next fucking annoyance of course. It has been going on a few weeks, and is a major fucking pain in my cunt lapping asshole!!!!!!!!

Hopefully, I'll be out of rat bastard fucking puke hot Florida shortly, but cannot tell you any more about shit, good peeps, sahwee YO! It all has to do with the non-PBHE-Public Grocery Store, and a little talk I had with a person there with some local power, sort of like a Mayor McGrotten of Deptford back in the nineteen hundred eighties, and we will just have to leave shit right fucking there, kind folks, YO!

Now I am going to tell you something this afternoon folks. We do not ever just have random exploratronic activity as TYPE-1. It is all done by TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and their great and powerful PLAYFIELDS, and I am sick to fucking death of them, and their rotten fucking ass games. My mom loved games, and head-games, and she was a fuckiGN asshole. If anyone else said this about my adorable sweet mom, I'd fucking a throw a cunt lapping hand grenade in their face; but I'll say it, as I had to live with it well into my cunt chewing forties, oh mighty Himalayan educator and guru, Mildred B. Young. You and Taffy knew it all before decades of hellish time all passed underneath the jit swallowing bridge, huh? Hay Mackey and Macy, can I fucking please do a big ass super W----O----W? Lay it the fuck on me Clyde, I'm fucking hip, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Weather Channel has Fort Pierce at 92, and The Weather Bug has shit nice and cool, relatively that is, at 86. Now which one should this poor Coolio Foolio Wormholio Hallio believe, Marie lovely Callio from 1783???????????????????? Oh I knew you well, but not as Mark Wayne Mohr, right lovely

Lightning Kites??????????????????

Dear Journal Diary Tape, LIFE FUCKING SUCKS!

My cough has been better all week and so have the slamming doors, but it has all started up again. How I'll always remember Mister Wisdom Ron Wirtz, ADA at the Camden New Jersey Prosecutor's Office, when he said to me that if you know the tricks, all the shit around me would lose its magic, this is a paraphrase, not a quote, good folks. Great and Powerful Heinz Gozzwald, do you agree with the great and powerful ADA Prosecutor in Camden County in the early nineteen-nineties?

There is no just going to sleep and having random dreams, it is all given to normal regular ''dreamers'' by more advanced ''dreamers''. I really do not know if anyone on this planet truly knows this as total fact, other than for me. This is no attempt by me to be Mister fucking Braggadocio, I promise. Neither flying if one can is showing off, or telling what you know to be true, is bragging. Also, bragging that you live in eternal hellfire would prove beyond any doubt whatsofuckingever, that you would be 100% insane and lost beyond any hope, lightbulbs or no lightbulbs, in apartment bedrooms in 1974, or 40 years later on a politically correct Microsoft thinking machine.

Still, what is random dreaming, as remember, what is random? Nothing can be a true random because we live in a limited and finite sized universe that will escape out from void and then return back to it in endless cycles of lawtronic reality. WHAAAAAAAAAA MMCN!

Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind the OZ CURTAIN loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The really great formula in this multiverse is kept on the QTDL by Powerful Scott Ransom People, AKA (PSRP). MILITUFORCE=jerk off PIGS! Put that on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!

Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton, seem to be one of several major things that occurred in late 82 and early into 83 that forever altered my nightmare fucking life. The mighty airplane flying Everett Simpson of New Jersey was an element of my life that we could all agree to call, an unresolved issue. Behind those huge ass oz curtains would lie enough space to create a room that is so fucking humongous, and gargantuan; that a million Luciano Pavarotti's, at full voice, and amplified with thousand watt crown amps; could be blaring away, and no one would hear a mother fucking thing, even half way across this room, towards any of the four walls. SHEEEEIT!

Well, speaking of this great voice; just know that despite dying of aids in 1983, I HAVE RETURNED, and not to the god of our fathers, but to the great GODDESS MIDDIE, and I will never ever leave her. As for this jerk off door slamming asshole pig over there, it is only a matter of time before she will leave you,women are fickle, and I wouldn't trust one from here to the end of my index finger, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You go, David Leigh Smith of Haddonfield in seventy. AHA-AHA.

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!

(IN YOUR DREAMS, ASSHOLE). STILL, WHY THE DREAMS???

YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY AND REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!

TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are people who are dreaming.

ME, I AM FUCKING NIGHTMARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUNE 6, 2014,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:14,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 86-92 DEGREES FNHT.???

HUMIDITY-----64%

NOW WE ARE PAST JANE WATERWITCHBITCH WITH THESE NICE WHITTLE FILLER LINES, GOOD FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL WAS QUIET UNTIL SHORTLY PAST TEN THIS EVENING. SUDDENLY OUT OF NOWHERE, IN CAME THAT MOTHER FUCKING DOOR SLAMMING NEIGHBOR OF MINE, AND THE DOOR HAS BEEN ONE SLAM AFTER ANOTHER SINCE. I TOTALLY KNOW THIS IS NOT RANDOM, AND I TOTALLY KNOW THERE IS SOME DISEASED SICK SHIT THAT IS ALL BEHIND ALL OF THIS. GEE, YOU THINK SO, ASSHOLE MARK WAYNE NUTCASE MOHR; DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH HYUNDAI CAR TIME BACK IN THE YEAR OF 2006!!!!!!!!

Things are not happening randomly helter skelter, and I have known this for decades and fucking cunt decades, ladies and gentlemen. First off, my local bank will not have a small safety box available for two months, so I need to keep blogging for now and have my name on the waiting list. I can't afford a big monthly fee for a big safety box that will never have more than a few dozen or so CD's in it. My mouse and computer are under attack, and for that matter, so am I, and have been, for the past 13, 000 years. Hay lovely Scylla, when you sing LOIS FOCA to me on M-Boulevard in your great city, nothing can compare, not you here, not the PAV, NOTHING, lovely BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mister Redfield, you are getting onto the real deal, YO!!!!!!

Not even two years after I met these creepy weird people, it was spring time somewhere in 1984, and Trump was going to open his casino called the PLAZA, his very first one, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, why I could not tell you in a million years. All I can say, all Mister Patterson's everywhere, is MY PROBLEM goes beyond any Northeast Philly-57-throat specialists. IWALU so teen queen goddess, maybe that's my problem, Doctor Shirleyglands!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!

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