The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00010
The
idea that things are as controlled as those like me believe them to
be, is an absurd idea to the vast majority of folks. You know, like
some dam committee is sitting in some smoke filled secret cigar room
underneath a state capitol building or whatever, deciding every
thirty days or so, who in society is to be BUM-REMOVED, and sent
spiraling down to a life on the streets, eventually most likely dying
in ways that would never ever be suspect, that it was all planned
from back when they were still a productive member of society. Hey
people; I don't happen to like this any more than you do, and if you
are reading this, it is doubtful you're a street fucking bum, so I
being on this list, hate it worse than you do,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as I told dear sweet Moomy Deaest AKA my
mom, upon virtually countless occasions; I don't deny a reality just
because I may hate that fucking reality. If Dave Smith's great 1970
blackboards theory says that enough reasonable shit exists all around
me for a sizable length of time, that tells me this or tells me that,
then people, it is this and it is that, and I am not going to
fantasize it all away, or repress the memories. The latter of course,
did indeed go onto happen two years after Dave Smith, as I think we
all know.
Diana's
beautiful full moon was very lovely. I was staring at her for five
minutes, at the elevator area, of my sixth floor, earlier this
evening; about ninety dam minutes after she rose up out of the
Atlantic Ocean. Chemtrail remains were making her less clear and
pretty, and I am never shocked to see the dirt ball fucking jerk off
Mili-2-Force at work as usual, to screw up the skies near wherever I
am, on otherwise moonlit nights. These cunt sniffing pricks wouldn't
know what to mother fuckiGN do, without me to pick on for thirty fart
huffing years now, 24-7-365.2422!!!
The
Almighty Sarah Krassle removes one major thing from us. But with me,
she took my soul by hurting me so much, and you know what; nothing
that the scum sucking Mili-2-Force could ever do, will hurt me as bad
as she has. I don't love them. I love Sarah Krassle, and have for
endless fucking infinity!
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
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Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Hey,
Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?
Last weekend
was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the
air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all
controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of
hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late
in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up
with 63.0846587.
No
my fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life the
way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put any other
way would never separate Mariah’s men from her boys. Dave Roth used
to say this to me quite a lot after we first me in November 1985,
adding the Mariah part after she did some musical work with that
group. Still, he said it a lot. And YO, I never ever forget a dam
thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO. And then again, maybe it's your knees;
Mark Wayne Mohr. Actually my lovely goddess Gina didn't say
''maybe''. She knew when we were playing
BABYSITTER that day at the hotel I used to work at in 1984 and into
early 1985, The McIntosh Motor Inn of Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA,
that it was my puny weak body giving out as she pushed against me,
and I went straight into the wall. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drama queen am I? Bite me Detective Green, as I said, Jim Burr!!!!!!!
The
people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
They also are known as 'AKA', the WORLD
OWNERS/CONTROLLERS,
YO YO YO YO YO The people in this classification and category, can be
thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
They also are known as 'AKA', the WORLD
OWNERS/CONTROLLERS,
YO YO YO YO YO The people in this classification and category, can be
thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
They also are known as 'AKA', the WORLD
OWNERS/CONTROLLERS,
YO YO YO YO YO
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TRANSMISSION.
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