'HIFISAF'

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 068

It is another hot early September day, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. It's 88 degrees and feeling 99, says TWB at our local airport. Here in my part of town, it feels 103 or better. And folks, it is only eighteen dam minutes after eleven of the clock, like Macy-WOW!

People amaze me. They sit around outside happy as can be, as if it was October up north in Atlantic City somewhere on th edam boardwalk, cool ocean breezes blowing, and casinos all around waiting to shake you upside down until all of the jingles in your pockets go silent. WEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Hey, I wouldn't have any of it, any other way. I would fight for your freedom to do whatever you want within the law of man's reasoning, to the death; on any battle-field on the planet. I don't care if Christopher Bennett hates hearing me say this or not, as I too am free to say it, and blog it, and again, so a big fat juicy yellow colored WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I went out on my local whittle errands. I bought some lunches, some ice cream, and some grape juice. I checked my bank balance and did not have time to do any preaching to the choir, Mister Regis Philbin and Mizz Rippa, or your pals from the north, at WAYV, Mizz Paula Lovely King, and her wonderful awesome friends, who you do not want to ever make any threats to; right my old banker-pal? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! And also, I picked up some meds that will hopefully lower my poor old whittle pwathetic bwood-pwessure; Mister Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!! After leaving my pharmacy, I saw the coolest UFO. Remember the word 'UFO', pronounced outright or said in mere initials, really truly stands for. It means you do not have the ability to know what the devil it is up there. I personally do not believe in space aliens, and never did. I do personally believe there are a virtually limitless amount of Planet-Earth's right here all around us, existing in different atomic signatures in hyperspace or in parallel universes, with or without magical wizards, magical cool 1984 lab-tech daughters with voices more beautiful than heavenly choirs all combined, or anything else; my kind people out here. So I am as clueless as Mayor Tandy was in 1997 over at the Berlin Shack on the WH Pike, to what I saw. It was the coolest helicopter that I ever saw, and it hovered just above the tree-tops for a while as we stared at each other, it and me, or me and it, or it and I, or whatever the proper English diction may be, and then it flew down below them and I think it may have landed near or at the medical center that is local to this area, the Fort Pierce Hospital we all call either Lawnwood Regional, or the Hospital California, to quote some who had bad experiences with it, losing loved ones there, you know, you check in but you don't check out. Well, you do of course, but in a body bag at the morgue over there. WEEEEEE, aren't I so totally freaking morbid, to quote you back in 19712, Mister Michael McNulty, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA???????????????? If it is the new medivac-birds that we have around this part of Sunny-Paradise-Florida; they are beyond cool. As I said, I never saw anything that cool, not even my distant cousin Donald's bird, sorry cuzz; so sue me big college boy, YO!!!!!!!! There are some light chemtrails around, but nothing that major out of the ordinary, YO; my pal, PRINCE FORMERLY!!!!

We have a lot of really cool animals living around here at my building owned by the residents. Really cool cats and dogs. As of yet, no birds or fish, and praise the gods; Geico Insurance Company; no squishy squashy dam reptiles; LIKE-YUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll bet we can all learn, both positively, as well as negatively; a whole lot of things. Maybe it is time for an education, Gawky Gaukauk, and all great highways that run through all great islands; huh Mister non-mansion Guthrie???????????????

OH THE GODS; PLEASE HOLD THAT DARN MAYO.

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Richard M. Harrell, MD Richard M. Harrell, MD

Specialties: Endocrinology

THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MAYO CLINIC, YO!!!!

Hey folks, it isn't complicated. Just don't be born poor with poor freaking parents. It really is, to quote my BB-John Henningsen's, “Just that simple”, from back late in the nineteen-sixties, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Easy as Mike Jackson's 1-2-3, and Target's dog!!!!!!!!!

So, how did you all know so much about me; decades before I did? This is what I need to talk to lovely Hillary and great Bill about, before it's too dam late and the Antichrist takes over our planet in ten years or so!!!!!!!!! Holy Moley Molly Ringworm scratchers.

How we all love the great WALMART!

THIS IS A TEST, THIS IS ONLY A TEST. HERE COMES MY FAVE THING OF ALL, THE GOOD OLD SAINT LUCIE COUNTY NUKE PLANT EMERGENCY TEST; WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

WHAT DID YOU JUST FREAKING SAY TO ME MISTER MIKE MCNULTY SIR????????????

THIS NOW TERMINATES TRANSMISSION

ALL GREAT NUKE PLANTS EVERYWHERE, YO

OUCH-OUCH-OUCH, THE TEST, NOT THE PLANT BLOWING, AS THAT, WE WOULD NEVER EVEN FEEL A DARN THING. LIKE WOW MISTER MACY!!!!

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CH. 44

Do you remember the long talk we had on the telephone, back early in 1975; ''Mizz Hollister''? I remember it, and looking back on it, it now of course makes a ''dream'' in 2007 or 2008 somewhere, where the moon, and the maintenance men flashlights; were one and the same thing. You know; shiny strobe light things, that seem to be able to 'shift reality around'. I know I wish I had that tape, and yes, I was a real bad boy, Patty, and I taped the phone call, like Bob McDowell did with me and the calendar deal, and like Lenny McKinnon did with his weak dependable so-called 'bladder'!

People; you may wonder why I ever tried to take my 1995 Morianity and turn it into a blog. My only answer is that I had high hopes of ending a terrible and monstrous fucking curse on my life. I believed things that were told to me by two fine gentlemen, one young and one not so young, back in the middle twenty-ohs; Mister Christopher Bennett, and Mister Edward Himacane Lynch. According to them, I needed to tell my nightmare fucking story on the internet by doing something called, ''A BLOG'', and then; help would come marching fuckiGN in, like the First Calvary, and the First Infantry, all combined; led by darlings such as General Douglas MacArthur, and General George Patton. This of course totally failed to happen, and as the baby fucking doctors call it, this entire deal was a total failure to thrive!!! Yes I know the word pediatricians. I just felt like fucking saying, baby-doctors.