HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 100, AMP
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People
mother fucking totally amaze me. Trying to understand or predict
them was difficult a generation or two ago, and now in these
times, try multiplying that quantitatively. Certain
things grab them and make them go totally fuckiGN ape-shit, like
my trip to the Walmart, on the day of the huge lightning storm in
Port Saint Lucie; and my personal private prayer that was
answered. The view count on that blog was twenty times
higher than most of my blogs. Why? And not a mother fucking jerk
off soul out there, in screwed up cunt lapping cyberspace, ever
says boo anymore to me; or tells me squat, or offers me a scrap of
ideas. I don't know what I ever did to Alpha-Deep 6, but he or she
sure vanished away, and so did everybody. They dropped me like I'm
mother fucking hot, sheriff Mascara, and I am going to tell you
why, in my humble opinion, sir.
Things
changed really big since two things happened, and really, they
both are totally connected, because even though it would enrage
the mighty Donna Patterson, I'll fucking say it anyway. Because my
lab-tech who seemed to know more about my medical condition in
1984 was my daughter, and I know it, and she knows it, and by the
way, my distant cousin knows it.
So
my 2012 song ''YBCO'' and my telling about my medical condition,
are not only linked back in 1983 and 1984, but up in 2012 and 2015
as well. A lot of folks insist that my way of reasoning is
mentally ill and magical and comes from a mind disease called
schizophrenia. They are not 100% wrong as far as what that illness
does in fact do to the mind. The problem is that cancer can cause
terrible stomach distress, but so can fucking eating too many dam
candy bars. In other words, I am not a paranoid schizophrenic; no
matter how many nut case docks out there want to insist otherwise,
and hey, I'll collect the dam disability checks monthly. So screw
you!
I
am composing a letter to the FCC about my official complaint that
all three major networks don't give the news on most autumn
Saturday's. I am not into fucking sports and never was, and do not
think it is fair that no news is given such as was the case
tonight other than for a lousy fucking fifteen minute last second
insert by NBC, as a result of nothing but mother fuckiGN football.
I am not saying screw fucking football. If people must enjoy this
barbaric fucking dinosaur sport, fine, but on all three major
networks and then no news, that IS WRONG, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, and you'll be getting my official letter of complaint
this coming week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fire alarm
went off while I tried to watch the tiny little inserted news
segment. If it is not for me and is really genuine, then I guess
the building has some brand new fuckiGN asshole tenants who will
keep setting this shit off; kind Sheriff, sir. WOW THAT,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat
SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
Holy
Call Ten, huh Miss Blake and Mister Rambo of 83 and 84? Yes, the
more I pound the past into my awareness, the more I will hold and
remember this was not a dream and that I need to redo stuff, or
else go through this again, Lieutenant Commander Jordyhell!!!!!!!
Time squared? How-bout, go fuck a ruptured duck, Gene and Lucy?
SEPTEMBER
19, 2015,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH SOME W GUSTS AT 8.
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SEPTEMBER
19, 2015,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH SOME W GUSTS AT 8.
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