CHAPTER 46, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 46

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

IT IS JUST PAST ELEVEN ON THIS FUCKING WEDNESDAY MOUUUUUURNING, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, 89 DEGREES, AND FEELING LIKE 99 DEGREES WITH THE USUAL JIGH SOUTHERN FLORIDA HUMIDITY. MY UPSTAIRS FUCKING ASSHOLES ARE DRIVING ME NUTS AS FUCKING SHIT WITH STUPID NOISES. THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE FUCKING DOING, BUT THESE WHACK JOB TOTAL JERK OFFS ARE REALLY ON MY NOIVES, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff sir, why can't mother fucking people ever leave me alone???????????? Will I have to suffer with this cunt lapping stock market problem nightmare for all mother fucking eternity, because it sure appears that way, great wonderful sir, YO???????????????

YOU MISSED ME MISS DIRTBAGS-JANESLEAZE, as it is now a quarter mother fuckiGN past eleven on Wednesday morning, the twenty-sixth day in August, in 2015, here in wonderful awesome, laugh jeer laugh queer, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. These fucking upstairs scum bags just won't fucking stop booming and banging. This is about to be answered by me with a call to nine fucking cunt eating eleven, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks; until I can get back home, where I belong; to fight these monsters on their own fucking cunt turf, and get settled and stronger; I am not going to continue to cast my great pearls before swine. All they do is work against me, and all I am doing is handing these mother fuckers the ammunition from which to accomplish their dastardly fucking evil deeds. That makes me more than just my own worst enemy, but rather a total fucking asshole fool. The quintessential fool of the pool, quite literally, huh old 1995 palamine?????????

Holy fucking ass banana peels; Ethel Merman Madmadmadmadworld, what's next for me?????

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, full power applied to my upstairs cunt chewing fucking nabes from hell, if you pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze, tanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So move over Dawny-Girl; and make room for another patient from the great Milituforce-Caused Sike-Ward, or (MCSW) for a shorter abbreviation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy mother fucking Callio Call-Ten-American Telephone & Telegraph Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Satan attacked me big time, after I decided to basically stop my blogs for a few months. I still am not going to tell what I was about to until I get a real audience, but I am going to keep the record updated and informed to shit that Satan pulls on fucking me.

Major attack by the world, Journal Cassette tape Number 1786 and all great © Examiners all over the place. Whatever these fucking miserable pigs are doing, it is causing their mother fuckiGN rotten roaches to scurry away from their rotten shithole apartment, and come running right straight into mother fuckiGN mine, kind Sheriff Yes sir, you were not there with me back in the eighties when this was all getting a foothold and a strangle-hole, to be even more dam ass accurate, kind sir and kind friend, Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I told Jim Burr the Allknower King, next to big lovely Patty of course (Patty-Paula-Exploratron-Somnambulist) that is. I told Jim that his observation of the KING of this world (Father of all lies, the great accuser, the SHINNING ONE), no longer had time to fuck with me, and was going to fix shit so that the task of ruining my entire life and driving me into fucking covert suicide, as has been done to thousands of others, only they were not clever and smart enough to write it all down, or write music and keep it for 75 years, for the record, at the great Library of the Congress © Office. Now kind Sheriff sir, this is not the end but merely th edam beginning of th ereal story here. This job was transferred to distant relations in my family who don't even realize there is a common bond through major in-law relationships, between all of them. I'd be ignorant also of all of this if not for meeting a fine couple from Utah late in th e1990's, the great Hair family. Not Hair as in Hair, Donna Gaines Summer. Still, the long hair, and yes, crazy ways daughter, million (billion) dollar dreams cousin, (expanded and magnified through global inflation), and still, we have a ton of fucking shouted out messages that all go by without a lousy ass person seeing any of it, and sheriff sir, I live in a blind world, where the blind are endlessly fucking destined to lead the blind, and then they will still go onto lead even more of these pathetic fucking creatures, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So give me down to there, long beautiful hair, huh Cousin????????? Hey, in 1970 Vicki Callio was in love with me and my hair, so you ain't the only one with a big pile of pretty hair, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That mother fucking twat licking bastard knows, that I am going to say major shit, Attorney General Bondi, and Federal Bureau of Investigation, and ACLU, and Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This incident upstairs with these total fucking dirt bag ninnies, is just the latest barked orders. If you can make anyone do anything with billions, you can have the world as your clit huffing oyster. Hey, I am not saying he won't make a superb president, or make this country great again before it's forever too late. I just know he'll kick my ass so hard, I won't even see it fucking coming, but them, hey let the fuckiGN dude put me out of my dam misery once and for all. When Satan won the battle of Gloucester in 1986 and into 1987, I realized how weak and flabby this so called Almighty Godd/ESS or RAW really is. I passed out tracts in that city like it was going out of style, and all I asked Jehovah was to end this nightmare I suddenly was poofed into like Potter-Magic. All I got for all my trouble, was a ton of dogshit in my face. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

There will be some punishment for this morning attack.

There will be some punishment for this morning attack.

There will be some punishment for this morning attack.

There will be some punishment for this morning attack.

There will be some punishment for this morning attack.

Now for the nightmare or whatever it truly was. I was with Goddess Diana at Ricktown Manor where we live together on the Astral Plane (Purgatory), and we were near the great Flower-Wing at one end of the house that is totally opposite where my mom has a large fancy restaurant. What we were going to do is not anyone's concern on this plane of life where these words for the most part, will be read and examined, now or in places ahead, on the fourth dimension. Just as we got to the door that leads to the Flower-Wing from the wing next to it, Diana's brother, Apollo-Lucifer opened it from the other side and grabbed me, and called me a Woccachimalkine; meaning in Purgatory, on Province Olympia, a filthy swine, as well as an untrustworthy pile of garbage. Then he puffed at me real loud as though he was trying out for a part in the three little pig story with the huffing puffing big bad dirtbag wolf. As soon as he did this; I found myself frozen in my bed and back here on the waking world realm that psychics refer to as the Physical-Plane of existence, and really is merely the HYPERSPACE! I couldn't move and I was awake, or totally believed I was. Apollo-Lucifer, who folks here in waking world reality call SATAN; began grabbing my fingers, and literally breaking them off of my hands one by one, causing me beyond describable excruciating agony, cubed, Cuban, and cubed in Cuba squared! As I said, after this hellishness was over, I was permitted to awaken out of this shit that he had put me into. Then as told, five minutes later give or take a minute or so, came the fucking nasty ass fire alarm. I knew SATAN'S ATTACK was no bullshit at that fucking point, not that I needed a second part of this play from fucking cunt hell to convince me, of course!!!!

Now I am going to tell you what happened when I left the Publix that horrible fuckiGN day when that horrible lady assaulted me verbally for doing nothing other than apologizing for nearly running into her which would have been a total accident even if it had happened, and it didn't! A man took my cart to my car as they do sometimes when it is very mobbed in there and they run low on available carts from the place inside the store where these are kept. As I was putting the grocery bags into my car, he told me he would be in touch with me, and that he was Steve from Philly, Patty's old friend and mom's old coworker. I let him write down my phone number and told him it was listed in case he lost it. I won't do a cousin Donald here, and print it on this blog. He had one of those miniature golf course short pencils in his pocket, and he took out a candy rapper also in his pocket, and wrote down my full ten digit number, saying he was leaving to go back to Pennsylvania at the end of the month, and would call me when he got settled in, and that he knew of my blogs, and that we needed to talk about the great somnambulist Patty-Paula, before I go and get myself killed with this blog. Sure enough since that day, things got worse and worse, if that is even mother fuckiGN at all conceivable, YO. Also, he never called me, and I doubt that he will, but he did have a friend of his tell me some things and I have to leave shit right there. He said to always watch out for McGuire until the day that either he or I bite the dust, whichever comes first. As for what his friend managed to tell me about two months later; all I am safe to say is that Steve began wondering some shit back around 1995, and that a friend of his also went to my high school back in 1967 before leaving for California, and that they both knew a classmate of mine, and is why she went to Haddonwood in 1995 to see how much she could learn from me without my getting suspicious that she was just there for that purpose. How does the mother fuckiGN news media say this, “The plot just keeps on thickening and thickening”???????????????? As for Atlantic City, hey Sally if you are out there and I doubt it, or if PP is and still is in touch; tell her that she can to this day, since the law allows for ongoing conspiracies to knock statutory limits off the books; sue all these horrible pricks in Atlantic City for defamation of character, from that 1998 rumor they and their powerful Trenton-DJ peeps and club peeps, all started about her lesbian shit. She really should contact me, as together, we could end up really suing these fuckiGN monsters from hell, Paul sir. I'll let you have 50% of my share as a finders fucking fee if you wish to discuss this offer with Sally, YO! After my rotten daughter has pulled off all of this horror and showed me her totally despicable side; well, it is only fitting PP, and I am just making you the offer since you like $ a little more than I do. I no longer care about anything beyond getting fuckiGN justice, for all that has been done by these demons from the hot-lands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.