TAPE 25,848

TAPE JOURNAL CASSETTE NUMBER EQUIVALENT 25,848

I AM GOING THROUGH MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE AND THIS WILL BE A GLORIFIED TWEET BLOG ONLY, FOLKS, YO!!!!!

AS SOON AS I POSTED UP MY LAST BLOG, TAPE 25,847; TWENTY MINUTES AFTER IT POSTED, QUIET CONDITIONS HERE IN MY PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING CHANGED ON A DIME. SUDDENLY MY ASSHOLE NEXT DOOR, HAD HIS BOOMING MUSIC NOISE GOING, AND THEN WHEN I PUT MY EAR TO THE DOOR TO GET A FULL IDEA OF WHAT CONDITIONS WERE LIKE OUT BEYOND ME IN THE HALLWAY AND OTHER APARTMENTS ALONG IT; MANY APARTMENTS WERE ALL SIMULTANEOUSLY BLASTING AWAY LOTS OF NOISY MUSIC. THIS WENT ON 30-60 MINUUTES. I OF COURSE, WITH MY EARPLUGS ALREADY IN MY EARS; PLACED HEADPHONES ON MY EARS, AND PUT ON PARAROTTI; AND BLOCKED ALL THEIR GARBAGE OUT, AND WHEN I STOPPED; IT WAS RELATIVELY QUIET AGAIN, BUT I NEVER SAW A MUSIC ATTACK THAT BAD COME OUT OF NOWHERE BEFORE; AND THEN VANISH AS WELL. NOTICE WHAT I HAD JUST PUBLISHED ON MY LAST BLOG, FOLKS. YOU THINK I AM IMAGINING ALL OF THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING SHIT PEOPLE, YOU REALLY REALLY DO???????????????? I THINK YOU NEED TO DO A MARGIE 1985 LEO HERE, AND CUT ME A BIG ASS MOTHER FUCKING BREAK, YO. THAT IS WHAT I THINK. NOW TODAY AT AROUND HALF PAST 8, AN HOUR BEFORE THEIR DIRT BALL WALL STREET DOW JONES OPENS UP; AND AFTER A SEVERAL DAY BREAK FROM IT; A SCREETCHING FIRE ALARM WENT OFF. THE AUTHORITIES CAME AND DEACTIVATED IT, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL; BUT YOU CAN SEE I AM IN FOR ANOTHER HELL OF A MAJOR FUCKING ASS MISERABLE DAY OF ASSAULT AND ATTACK, BY THESE MONSTER DISEASED FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, YO!!!

HERE COMES THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HACKING, BOB FCC MCDOWELL. FIRST AT 8:43, CAME THE FUCKING (`~HACK), AND THEN CAME A BRAND NEW ASSAULT I NEVER EVER FUCKING CUNT EATING SAW BEFORE; MY COMPUTER WAS SHUTTING DOWN, AND IF I DID NOT STOP IT IN TIME BY CLICKING A ''CANCEL'' FUCKING PROMPT; THIS DOCUMENT WOULD HAVE BEEN WIPED MOTHER FUCKING OUT. ALL I CAN SAY IS UNTIL MAGGIE KICKS IN AND KILLS THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE AND WIPES OUT CALIFORNIA, WITH A MONSTER ASS GIGANTIC MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' EARTHQUAKE; THIS WILL NOT REVERSE, OR EVEN SLOW DOWN AGAINST ME. SO KNOW THAT, PLEASE; ALL AUTHORITIES RESPONCIBLE FOR MY SAFETY AND MY 'FUCKIGN' LEGALLY GUARANTEED CONSTITUTIONALLY HUMAN AND CIVIL COCK SUCKING FUCKING RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUNE 10, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING OF BOTBAR AND FUCKING TOTAL SHIT EATING ENDLESS HELL, AND,

76 DEGREES IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

HUMIDITY-89%.

Do to the leprechaun's that change the stock market charts, day to day, reflecting Wall Street's activities during trading hours of half past nine in the morning through four in the afternoon; I cannot freeze yesterday's chart and redisplay it to show what happened to me, how my doctor appointment was at two in the afternoon, and the entire movements on the markets as you may or may not remember, again, reflected the weird and beyond surreal reality, that indeed, I appear to be continually and always, the total invisible and covert center, of this entire creation. When 5 coincidences with all of this happens, that is enough to make cops lock up a suspect, but when 5,000 happen, that is enough to make me know that what I just spoke is 100% the truth,no matter how major incredibly freaking outlandish it may appear to sound on its freaking surface, BRAH! I know I am the center of it all.

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