CHAPTER 35, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 35, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

I AM UNDER A VERY HEAVY AIR-DEATH SIEGE, BUT LIGHTNING IS HERE PROTECTING ME SHERIFF, SIR. SHE FOLLOWED ME ALL THE WAY BACK FROM MY PSYCH PLACE, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR. ALONG WITH ME HOWEVER WERE MAJOR ROAD ENEMIES AS WELL AS MAJOR AIR AND SKY ENEMIES. I was visited by that real ugly fighter-plane that I saw up in Jersey all the time stalking me, most likely under Trump's barked orders of course, kind sir!!!!

CHEMTRAILS ARE ALL OVER THE FEW PLACES WHERE THE SKY IS NOT TOTALLY OVERCAAST; A VERY RARE INCIDENT FOR ME, LETTING ME KNOW JUST HOW MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' SERIOUS THIS DEATH ATTACK TRULY IS, SHERIFF; KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightning my love, your awesome splendor and breathtaking unfathomable beauty blows my tiny little ignorant asshole mind to total shit, which is all I am anyway, total absolute fucking dogshit, and at least I know it, Doctor Jim Garrigan of 1970, crazy nutcase and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magnesonic will totally wipe out these horrific monster ass fuckiGN enemies, sooner or later. Hey I understand if you got too busy to assist my road trip up to dam ass Vero today, no sweat, I survived the bullshit, and lightning was right there from the second it began going down around me, to assist me on the trip home. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

My computer stopped typing even though my fingers were still pounding the keyboard, as I was discussing in the prior paragraph, my ''MONSTER ASS ENEMIES”. Boy could I use some fuckiGN help with this siege today, PAM BONDI, AND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO YO YO!!!!

Thank you so very much for bringing me a ton of your beautiful lightning yesterday, DIANA. You are my everything; my wonderful baby blond! Also thank you for being around me this horrible day, my lovely baby-blond-teen!!!!!

AUGUST 13, 2015,

LATE ON THURSDAY NIGHT, AT 11:52,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 87 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-92/L-75).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 96.

WIND IS ESE AT 4, GUSTING TO 14.

IT IS CLOUDY WITH SOME LIGHTNING TO THE NORTH.

This was a nasty heavy air siege, and:

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!

There is no way I could stay at Jenny's park or be working at Cifaloglio and living in Jersey. Not when all shit is connected together in a cosmic way and after all the other rotten shit all was meant to happen. I konw this, but to explain all the fucking shit in my head, would take ten years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll just wash up and sign off now, Choke-hold Darius and Rock Chucker Ann King Silva, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So life does what it always does, endlessly crossing us over from one situation to another. Speaking just for myself, I never ever seem to go in any direction however, other than more and more negative, with every single mother fuckiGN alteration. WOW, Mister Stacey-Macy!

Too many things are existing by pure weird happenstance for this not to be Sara Karge's simulation, Professor Kaku sir. I do not expect you or anybody to know my life move by move, as if you could properly analyze this as a huge chess game; and then try and either prove or disprove me and all my claims and stories on a scientific level. It is extremely unfortunate that this cannot be done, at least not yet, not until a time arrives when all things can be scanned and examined, and later still, toyed with and messed with in a sort of endless overdubbing process of intermingled interacted life on life, as though we back here in less enlightened times were merely blobs inside a Packman videogame from 1980, and wow, I did say, Lois Foca 1980. The one and only 1980. Oh well, all this and 3 and a half bucks will get any of us a cup of Joe tomorrow and maybe a stale bagel at the local donut shop.

Don't even think about parking here, distant Cousin, or I'll get your cute grand daughter to pull your rug off your scowling head. Keep right on reading the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, and go right on hating my guts everybody, if that makes you feel like a bunch of big heroes. WOW, look at you all. No parking, keep right on going with the BOM, good folks. As Saint Paul said some time back to his fellow church members scattered throughout a relatively small area of this planet; Goddess be with you, and I love you, even if you all hate me, YO! Sleep tight, Sarah Kessel Lookalikes, and anyone else that needs to sleep nice and tight.

I saw you Diana, you are beyond hot and gorgeous, my wonderful LIGHTNING!!!!!!

THE END; ALL ADORABLE SAVANTS.