HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 131

HALLS WALLS

CHAPTER 131

PROJECT: AFTER--------MORIANITY

Well great peeps, I am not always able to see things in real time. I need to calm down, relax, chill out as they say; and reflect on shit. Then hours or in some cases years and decades later; normally it's just days or hours; but yes, then I begin to see more Johnny Nash Clariton Ripped-Off clearly, not that I'll be finally free from any 1-2-3 callers or golden nuggets up here in them there hills, Mister Clampett Moonshooter of early twenty ten and bet on British fucking Petrol.

Yesterday's Dow Jones OPENED UP MUCH LOWER. For those who know little to nothing about trading the markets, the daily range of prices is based on the usual item, supply and demand, and trades in ticks of prices minute by minute. But when it closes, it takes a while for things to settle and orders that came in to be processed, and this is the difference between the closing bell price and the actual official closing price. Then come the following trading day, orders come in before the opening bell, and at a certain point it is tallied up and right before the opening bell, the opening price again is based on these new incoming orders of buys and sells and when it is calculated, that is the official opening price. So yesterday's DJIA markets opened significantly lower on the day, Tuesday. Right around this time, from 9-10, I had been video machine utility struck and hacked and property-damaged, and the rest is history. Even though the markets were not up on the day, they miraculously recovered and shot back up into the range of the prior day's activities close. If the Milituforce-ESS had not damaged my fucking shit, it would most likely have opened lower and then instead of making that recovery, after a very bad jobs and employment report that normally is ''supposed to send stocks tumbling'', all odds are and I would bet the farm on it; it would have been way way down on th edam day. Hay I said this before and feel the fucking need to reiterate this over again and over again and over again. I have absolutely nothing against the business-world, the economy, the stock market, or any of it. But THEY made this all personal in 1986, and it WAS THEY who used this ICPE-APE-TECH on me and have been doing now for NEARLY THREE SOLID MOTHER FUCKING DECADES NOW, totally obliterating any possibility for me to have anywhere near a normal way of life. They instead turned my pathetic frail innocent fucking cunt eating life into AN ENDLESS LIVING BREATHING NIGHTMARE FUCKING HELL, AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, and now they won't stop until I CROSS FUCKING OVER, oh yes, the danger will be great, and today really is too late. I put the letter 'C' back before the letter 'B', and I put the letter 'G' back before the letter 'D'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So there is no way to make it rhyme, and doing this was such a crime, and the mountain tops are no longer there to ever fucking cunt eating climb, not now, not in 1983, not RAW EVER, Congressman Andrews, old 1975 pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also yesterday, before the markets opened, my6 upstairs asshole hammerer was hammering again. It only lasts a few minutes, but why people hammer shit so cintinually, is a question I'll ask myself forever, I suppose. It has to be like all other things, the mother fucking ESS getting into her. Oh well, from the disturbed cutter into the pigs, huh Uncle Jesus? Where has all of this dam time gone, Praise You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????? The reason that I mention this hammer shit, is because, this asshole is again this morning, making some really fucking noises up there. JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, are they trying to copy the success of yesterday, one must wonder? One who knows real powerful reality and truths, that fucking is, kind folks. Or maybe I will be as clueless as my daughter's stepfather forever, who can know that one, HAAAAAA-Breath-Echo?

Now Haddonwood was a wild place for a zillion reasons, and the wine drinking nine-goose is only one of them, huh Judy Classmate? Like dam WOW for heavens sake.

Hay savants; this is now ''THE END'', YO! Woooooolf.