The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTERS 113-115-A-B-C condensed

My jerk off noisy slamming neighbors are really door happy this morning, big bang bong boom. It began around shortly past six this morning and is non stop, with lots of illegal guests obviously all over the place.

Nightmares last night were a little bit perturbing but nothing too horrific.

I am so totally endlessly clueless to why I have been chosen to endlessly suffer worse than being in a Nazi Concentration Camp in Germany during WW2. Maybe now in or out of Haddonwood, Mister 1995 Gerard Stiles; it is destined to have two totally clueless people for the mayor to worry about. Only at that time he was still Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, Mister Wonderful Robert Levy.

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I suppose that that's just reality, son. Still, even a child should know that, maybe even a tiny pudgy baby, for that matter, kind folks out here!

A few out here know what happened ever since I dared to think I would get away with trying to show what the great Almighty Sarah Krassle is up to in this lifetime. I refer to of course, my latest musical project done in 2012 from a remade 1983 song. This of course was the song titled, “You'll Be Crossing Over”. You learn real fast who's boss, and for that matter, WHO RULES! I wish I could go back in time, and take it all back and just take whatever Almighty Scylla wants to do to me. It isn't as if I have one tiny choice at all. I tried fighting her in 1983 through one of her parts, the electrical part or third triune-goddess-head if you will, and not only couldn't I escape, but have been choking to death ever since. I learned to manage the symptoms with an anti-anxiety drug that relaxed the neck muscles to stop the goiter from pressing against my windpipe. But all she had to do is get her powerful friends to pass a few laws, and that was that. Right back to my death choking. You cannot beat Almighty Goddess, and doing that 2012 fucking music project to try to prove all this is real to the world, WAS A VERY GARGANTUAN SIZED ERROR on my part, lads and lassies.

For absolutely no reason, and right after my Norton pop-up screen saying that my PC IS ALL TUNED UP, the system almost crashed when I tried to save this document. Obviously I am not allowed to breathe, and we all know that, but shall we add, speak the truth, tell my sad tale of woe, and ever find a moment of Condor/Falcon 1988 WPIX-TV peace, to quote that great fantastic marvelous UFO-DOCUMENTARY.

The system appears to be working a little bit better now on this paragraph. If I had one mother fucking dollar for every single hack done to this machine, big or small, Joanna Fairytale; I would have a brand new Caddy all paid for. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. If you doubt this, you either believe these cars are more expensive than they are, or more probably, you are Pool-Roy-Clueless, of just how much this TAWF-CLAN is putting me through, and has been, EVER SINCE 1980 with the LOIS FOCA nightmare! I wish I was just starting out as a mother fucking carpenter, all great bankers of the world, including my rotten LINY relatives from 1972. Yes folks, if you Google up my mom's Cousin Ruth Huntington's hubby, Mr. Heinz Gottwald; you'll only be given access to his most current wife, after my Great Aunt Ruth died, supposedly of a flu shot in 1977, another toaster oven Masapeaqua Park house fire and Braintree Massachusetts gas leak. Where are you Dan Curtis and Victoria Winters, of family lies, as my family tops the Collins family by 100:1 any day of the Miami snows. I doubt I spelled that Long Island town correctly, but I did my very best, all Airway Pilots. Yes, there is no Ruth Huntington Gottwald that is shown on the internet, but I assure you that if you check property records and do an extensive thorough search as would a private-eye; the home at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, Suffolk County, New York, shows the occupant owners of Heinz and Ruth Gottwald. I actually think he cleverly had Ruth iced, so he could marry a younger lady. I cannot prove it of course, but he did do the marrying part, and I have been told that there is no such thing as dying from a flu shot. To this day I don't get them, because of that fucking dam lie-hoax. Isn't the mind a fascinating and McDowell intelesting item? We'll never ever totally crack all that there is to this, IPYT people!

The dream about me being all fucked up and at an auto mechanic shop is coming true, on top of being deathly ill with a mysterious condition that no doctor can make sense of let alone cure. By disallowing treatment that worked, my mother fucking anti-anxiety meds that worked to permit me to function, at least allowed some degree of life, and now, that is over, at the hands of one very evil sick rotten fuckiGN nation, the USA!!!! Whoever out here from Trump to the wealthiest people on this planet to the greatest in any capacity, beware: If you have done this to me, you will pay a stiff fuckiGN price!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAYV or no WAYV. WFMU or no WFMU. How's this for some nice fucking aggression, Bancroft Special Education School? Enough emotion and anger for you, Doctor Garrigan and David Leigh fucking Blackboards 1979 Smith????????????????

I TOLD YOU GINA, UP UP UP UP.