SEPTEMBER
19, 2015, A SPECIAL DAY, DIANA!
I
don't want to leave things the way the last chapter does for one
great reason. It looks like I took my pouty little ball and went
home, and this is not the case even though my blogaud is way too
fucking dumb most likely to see this truth. I will say Happy
Halloween however; with or without any group of wondering kids, along
with Santa and Mizz Hollister, up in Gloucester, back in 1975; shark
screams and all, and even when I may be six weeks ahead of
schedule, for crissake!
WOW
ME; HUH SOFA LIFTER PATTY?
Yes
folks, from horrible stair chases witnessed, to great aunts screaming
warnings about ALL GREAT WHITE'S EVERYWHERE, or not, on Tennessee
Avenue when friends of Sarah's were being compared for purposes of
suntan amounts on th eskin; but folks, there are things that are just
not one bit funny,and that goes for you too, Mister Potter Toothless
Smerker,
and
his evil dam twin, right all Cuzz's, twins, and Jeri's??????????? WO,
Mister Harner, BRAH!
THE
GREAT AWESOME 'TWB', YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
Now
of we are talking about twins, four times over; then that would
indeed require a 'very resourceful family', consisting most likely of
pure unadulterated Astral Briggbase-POWER!!!!!
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Folks,
I have eight things to say to you, and so here they are:
1)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
2)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
3)This
entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
4)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
5)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
6)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
7)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
8)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
When
I wrote the lyrics of baby I love you so, in 1975, on my tune called,
“Lost Love” sung originally at the Maxfield Recording Studio, in
Cherry Hill, by then future Congressman Robert Andrews, and who I
only knew then as Bob, from Haddon Heights, on Oak Street, back up
north in New Jersey; it went quite differently from two later later
when it was rearranged by my other pal, Tom Glenn. Then when the
mighty wonderful splendid vocals of Donna Patterson performed this
same tune that was altered, it went, baby-baby-baby, I love you so,
and was different than the original 1977 written version. But in any
case, baby, this was not the kind of baby that the song was talking
about, cute as they may be!
Unless
you paste the photo of me into your own system and use the feature
most computers have to slowly turn my jersey into a nice cherry red
that it truly was, that cheap Kinko's-Copy photo, does
not truly have my likeness.
It
makes me look even more of a honky than I am, and I am 90% white.
My father vanished when he found out the secret family closet issues,
and joined up with the Merchant Marines with his granny's signed
permission, or so I am told. Just why mommy Clara Block did not sign
the papers I never learned, and never wanted to push the dam thing
with either of my dam ass parents. What happened is pretty horrible,
and white folks used to get fuckiGN hung for mating or educating with
their slaves back a long while ago. It's hard for many of you to know
that America was truly this horrendous and savage. But I have been
around trillions of eons, and can see that nothing ever really
changes. Civilized people is a powerful illusion. There is and never
was or will be, anything fuckiGN civilized about 'people'. Just like
there is nothing fucking direct, ABOUT DIRECT-TV!
Women
want respect, CUZZ, not our dirty rotten male lusts, disguised by
our compliments of them. They have been onto us for decades; so reset
your watch, sir!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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