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2,2015,
LATE
MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-88/L-69).
WIND
IS A STEADY ESE 12.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA
Boy
oh boy; Callio-Martin-Nixon-Jacobson-Kennedy!
What really happened to me that day on the beach, a stone's throw far
McGuire's GAP Pittsburgh Hotel, on Tennessee Avenue, in 1974, while I
was bunking over in South Atlantic City, at the home of Mizz Selena
Dada, on Stenton Place??????????????????? Funny isn't it, world? The
same fuckign jerk off people who are mad because we won't believe in
their flying saucers an daliens from out there somewhere, refuse to
plug my blog or believe a thing about Morianity. I didn't find
Morianity, and I sure didn't make it all up and invent the fucking
thing. Morianity, found me; it's quite safe to say, YO!!!!
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Gone
are the days of Hugh Hefner and Playboy Magazine. Tell them, Mizz
Great Example Chung!
Oh
may the gods pity my poor fucking pathetic endless isness of being!!!
In any case kind folks, I know that at the end of the dam day, I have
done all I can do, and that is my very dam best. I don't have to hang
my fucking head in shame for any man, or any woman, or any child, or
any entity, anywhere!!!
Magic
machine mind, Easter Sunday's, and magical lab technicians.
Go
ahead and laugh at me AG and Sheriff K.J.M.
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists; and never ending mysterious laboratory
technicians from 1984, at all great throat specialist offices,
everywhere. WOW Mister R. H. Macy, sir!!!!
Great
people; I have been cycling through this endless maze for nearly ten
thousand years. If you don't count this as remembering the dream, and
then starting again, and allowing people all around me to convince
me it was all a dream, and that I am just a stupid child “each
time”, who must listen to the dam asshole grown ups insist, that I
am believing a lot of nonsense; then you see me as nuts, and my hell
goes on endlessly; Lieutenant Commander Jordy of Next Generation Star
Trek. Round
and round endlessly.
Well, it seems endless, but I know it is around 200 times now, and
before that, it was not happening. But that's a lot of mother fucking
times to repeat the ages of god dam fourteen
through seventy,
give or take here and there, each time. I
hope you sleep real well at night, as I am sure you do,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
world contains a lot of miserable fucking sons of bitches, I
promise
you
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
see this entire world as one huge horses ass!!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes,
I bring you Mark from New Jersey.
Listener
Therese
on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM
The
only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still
believes they’re out there.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Gee;
you don't think I proved that, just with the story of THE
MENTALIST TELEVISION SHOW
and those cans
of sauce up at the 25th
and Orange Harvest
Foods
in
2010?
The
contractors for the PHA were supposed to instal my hurricane door by
no later than early afternoon today, 2 November. They never came, and
I still am putting up with slamming fuckiGN doors, all day every day
for a week or two now, non fuckiGN cunt stop, by my roaches across
the hall from me, James and his asshole criminal pals!!!!!!!! This is
why the stock market is shooting up relentlessly, folks. Destroy and
persecute me and make my life a living fuckiGN nightmare hell, and it
has one way to go, UP. I believe I TOLD YOU GINA, to buy before
opening bell today, YO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
neck bite team from hell has killed my SPELL CHECK PROGRAM, again
kind sheriff, or really unkind I guess, to be more dam honest about
shit!!!!!!! Take it easy on me, Brad and Roseann Delaney; YO BRAH!!!
On
top of this, that monster fucking whore Jane Thistleweedsface Fonda
just fucked me cunt lapping again with page elven shit. Let me cunt
phlegm rape, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no bounce
arounds, no 1988, no nothing prophets, and no copyrighted music
fucking projects!!!!!!!!!
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UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT
I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!
THAT
BASTARD ILLEGAL ROACH ACROSS FROM ME, IS SLAMMING ALL DAY LONG, PAM
BONDI, SHERIFF, AND RESIDENT MANAGER DEBRA MARATTO!!!!!!!!!!
HE
IS A CRIMINAL, HE HAS FUCKED WITH MY CAR, AND HE AND HIS THIEVING
GIRL, STOLE A LOT OF SHIT FROM THIS 'FUCKIGN' APARTMENT,
AND
YOU KEEP HER ON THE CRIME WATCH DESK,
AND
WE WONDER WHY CRIME IS ALL OVER THE PLACE,
AND
CROOKED COPS ARE ALL OVER TOO!!!!!!!!!
WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, ACLU; YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING
BASTARDS????????????????? This
is only going to get worse, until I am dead,
and the market is up at ALL
TIME RECORD MOTHER FUCKING HIGHS
AGAIN, IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS. IT IS ALMOST THERE
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST
AS I TOLD YOU ALL WHEN IT WAS DOWN AT 16-1, ASSHOLES.
I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH THIS 'FUCKIGN' SHIT SINCE 1986, WHAT; YOU
THINK I AM SOME 'FUCKIGN' CUNT ASS STUPID MORON
RETARD??????????????????????
YOU
KNOW THAT OLD 'FUCKIGN' GAME:
MAGNESONIC
IS OUT OF POWER, CATS AWAY TIME!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
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I
am killing roaches constantly again, and guess who is living here
illegally again? MISTER ILLEGAL!!!
This mother fuckiGN door slamming bastard is back to stay again, un
til he eventually gets kicked out, and then he will keep coming back,
you know, JUST LIKE THE ROACH THAT HE FUCKING
IS. LIKE DADDY, LIKE KID; AND THIS IS WHY MY ROACHES IN HERE,
FOLLOW THEIR PIDE PIPER PAPA FROM ACROSS THE HALLWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is not
just his music choices and door slamming, but his filthy fucking
rotten ROACHES,
that
I have problems with;
Florida
Board of Health,
and Attorney
General Bondi.
This dirt bag does
bring me fuckiGN roaches.
He is the reason that I suffered with these things ever since that
mother fucking pig moved in here, a few months after I did, from
another apartment on another floor; where to this day, he still has
this other apartment, and a girlfriend from there, and SHERIFF sir;
this is all totally against PHA policy, unless of course, you
have the illegal fucking favoritism that he has,
more payola from higher people taking family-money from the
Macy-Bunch, in this local crooked area, K.J.M., sir!!!!!!! I never
had roaches, not even here in this place, not until three months
after I was here, and then Mister Stereo as I called him, left; and
these pricks, (JAMES & THE GANG) all moved the dam hell in there.
Then Sheriff sir, it was: ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
And I am killing them just this morning, and the dam roach poison
tablets are not doing one dam thing to help me rid myself of these
fucking cunt nasty ass things! This mother fuckiGN illegal son of a
bitch, brings roaches into my apartment, AND
IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR;
Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess dam manager, YO YO YO!!!! No
matter how many poison fucking pills you drop under shit in each
room, or roach hotels you put around corners; when this mother
fuckiGN dirt bag illegal prick comes in, SO DOES HIS COCK SUCKING
FUCKING DIRTY BASTARD ROTTEN ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!
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Again this Monday
morning, he slams his door, over and over and over again. Doing
exactly what, I will never know, but he's fucking doing it, YO.
Hell, maybe he's
pickin' his nose and chewing it!!!
NOVEMBER
2,2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 11:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-87/L-69).
WIND
IS SSW AT 10, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 11.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 94.
THIS
UNGODLY HEAT & HUMIDITY, AND ILLEGAL NEIGHBOR, WILL BE THE CUNT
HUFFING DEATH OF ME, IN CASE YOU CARE AT ALL, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
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MY
SPELL-CHECKER HAS BEEN HIT AGAIN, SHERIFF!
If
you would allow me to prove a giant fucking conspiracy to wreck every
single possible item in my life that makes survival totally
impossible, in an organized plot, with powerful Scott Ransom
car-bugged people from 1988 through right now in almost fucking 2016,
Sheriff K. J. Mascara, sir; I would give you anything you asked for,
and this is not a bribe sir, because it in not illegal to share
things with friends. I know a lot about the law from decades of
careful viewing of Mister Wolf's great law shows, YO!
Oh
may the gods pity my poor fucking pathetic endless isness of being!!!
In any case kind folks, I know that at the end of the dam day, I have
done all I can do, and that is my very dam best. I don't have to hang
my fucking head in shame for any man, or any woman, or any child, or
any entity, anywhere!!!!!!!!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
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Why
do I get the mother fucking feeling that I have somehow pissed off my
blog audience (blogaud) somewhere right around the twenty-sixth day
of October. Gee David Leigh Blackboardman Smith from fucking 1970,
can it be true, Aunt Barbara 1938-1988 copyrights from Camp Miquon,
LBI, NJUSAESMWG? One thing is for sure, ACLU. Hackers took out my
mother fuckign spell check program AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! When one of
their kids dies in their sleep soon, THEY'LL BE VERY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
ASS SORRY!!!
HELP
ME DIANA. THEY'RE KILLING ME GIRL. LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARD
EARTHLINGS ARE FUCKING DESTROYING ME, PRECIOUS
LOVELY WONDERFUL GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I am dead in here soon, Sheriff, my spilled blood is on your watch
and your hands, as my blogs will prove that I begged and begged both
you and the AG for help, and went totally ignored and unanswered,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Magic
machine mind, Easter Sunday's, and magical lab technicians.
Go
ahead and laugh at me AG and Sheriff K.J.M.
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists ,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists , AND ENDocrinologists, and never ending
mysterious laboratory technicians from 1984, at all great throat
specialist offices, everywhere. WOW Mister R. H. Macy, sir!!!!
There
are way more mother fuckiGN horses asses than there will ever be
horses. Try figuring out how that is even possible, wonderful people
out here, YO!!!
But
are there more roll clouds than there are rolls? How can anyone know
thisTLEWEEDS or this, Mizz Buttwipe Fonda of 1993?
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At the risk of being
pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be
both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of
course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three
selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more
Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll
excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
Posted
by Listener
Therese
on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries,
MP3s,
New
Jersey,
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(Hey,
at least I'm not for Tom
Reale,
YO).
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine
roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said
Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook,
non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named
Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic
Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover,
he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the
Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and
NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using
black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with
chem-trails, and sending Atlantic
City-residing life gaurds and bar
tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd.
The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but
still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN”
to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy
McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
I
was going to end the blog, and these fucking jerk off MILITUFORCE
enemies are pouring on a WEEKEND THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, AND
FROZE UP MY OFFICE WORD FUCKING CUNT PROGRAM, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR.
You
just go right ahead and allow my death to happen on your watch. I
have covered myself a million ways, an done will catch and this will
all be fucking exposed after my murder is carried out, flames or no
flames, Mister David Leigh Blackboardman Smith from fucking 1970, and
Aunt Barbara 1938-1988 copyrights from Camp Miquon, LBI, NJUSAESMWG,
from copyrighted Jerry Pliner homes, of Chuck
Norris Greatkicks Avenue,
in Atco,
New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, Jim
and I were escaping Halloween parties that were quite hellish, and he
had just left his crib in Gloucester City, New Jersey, where Patty
and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's,
were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets and candies.
Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in there
Huntington's. And today all day was drilling and hammering by
maintenance men, but hey, they're just trying to fix up this fucking
rats and roach trap, so who's to complain, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
YO BRAHHH!
Just
shoot this poor old frikkin' horse 4-crissake, MY
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are
you going to try and rule the world now, Frank? Hey, that's my kid's
job. She already decreed that from the top of a very tall and
beautiful skyscraper a while ago, shortly after turning thirty-eight
in this lifetime. I don't think the Almighty has ever lived in side
her gamer-simulation for this long, but this is so way cool to see
what may happen as the years keep marching by for heaven's gate sake.
Gee Mister Flowers, what else could go wrong with that hockey game
that early evening in May in 2007. Frank Callio had just left this
veil of tears you know. No, not when I had that fatal heart attack on
26 December of 2006, at just minutes past five in th edam morning, at
work, near the Cifaloglio Transfer Station. But when Sarah Whitecar
zipped me from the opposite warmer side of this place, and into the
future May, Frank had just died, and could meet me indeed, at the
Black Horse Pike Mickey-Dee, in southwest Atlantic city or the
Chelsea Heights section of town, as locals used to call that area
back in 1970, and perhaps still do. Goddess dam it, I'll
be a mother fuckiGN horses ass
on steroids, after surviving death so many times, or so it may seem
to so many folks, YO!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
As
I said, Jim Burr had just left his crib in Gloucester City, New
Jersey, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched
pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around.
He came over since I had no car in 1975, and I was not yet working
for any place, that paid enough money to purchase anything that was
decent.
When you are not mechanically inclined back in those days, buying a
fixer-upper-junker-clunker,
was ALWAYS a very stupid move.
Perhaps it still is, except for a very few in the trade, that know
how to fix and flip cars, enough to make a buck and have small
enough consciences to sleep OK at night, for doing it. In any event,
Jim picked me up on October 31, 1975, at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments,
in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA; and we left the area. I had some very
satanic weird nabes. I am not against Halloween or trick or treating
or even fairly well behaved Halloween parties. However, this was like
being in a cult with some really wild shit heads. Jim and I were
brand new Christians, and here we were in an apartment common where
eight apartments shared one stair way, and several of my nabes, one
in particular, had very loud stereos, and were blaring out some
pretty ''SATANIC DEMONIC'' stuff, to put it mildly and politely. I
can deal with a few photos of skeletons and a few silly kid type
things, but these fuckign assholes had full blown photos of SATAN
with his supposed tail and horns, and fire coming off his pitchfork,
and it goes on an don and on, folks. IT WAS HELL, well, they were
trying to offer their opinion of just what this ''place'' may indeed
look like. They had a very active and vivid fuckign ass imagination,
and I'll give them all that. As I said, Jim and I were new to the
Born-Again Christianity movement that was tasking huge roots at that
time, and we were almost panicked to get out of that place, that
horrible day. But all the time, my fears were very close to where Jim
Burr lived, actually about a mile away from where he lived on
Congress and Constitution Avenue intersection. The home of Patricia
Hollister is a major subject, and the internet is totally clueless to
her, and her powerful secrets.
She moved after a while, but while there, my Aunt Ruth came to me in
powerful dreams as I got older, and kept screaming at me, “Shark,
Shark, Shark”. Why would my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, who
resided at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, USA, want to be
coming to me in these powerful dreams for absolutely no Earthly
reason, and saying that? Well, do you have a hundred years, Mister
Blackboards Kings 'highwaygate' Cooley Hall Wormhole Smith??? Patty
has hacked out my Spell Check system AGAIN, and she has so much
power, as does my kid, that I am most likely doomed, for saying all
these mother fuckiGN things!!!!!!!!!
You know, if it is you Russ Thaxton; those Law & Order peeps, really profited off of your horrible nightmare story. I hope you gave them permission, unless they really didn't need it. As for me, they can all go blow rubbers out their tire mallets for all I care, but that horrible shit that you told to me over at my crib, or in those days, my pad; on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, shortly after my fifteenth birthday in early December of 1969; I mean give me a break, gorgeous Misses Detective Hargitay, YO. Still, whether it is you or not, this is not some powerful set of zillion to one odds coincidence where if we had zillions of parallel universes that were very close to this one as far as events up to those times and even these times, and only one was that exact thing and all these things, and then one out of these zillions of them, had people making all these shows and this music for dam near 40 years, I mean this goes so far beyond any Macy WOW passes and WOW'S in general, that I have no words. When Mountainpen has no words, to quote Billy fucking Harner-Honda; “THAT'S SAYIN' SOMETHIN' YO”!!!!
Everyone
thinks of stairways to heaven leading
up, but this one seems to be
leading down.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Paula Uwich, and lovely
BX sisters. I hope all of you sleep real well at night, and give my
best, to the GAP MACY BUNCH,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
what is cuter than this, unless, to quote the GAP whoever she really
was, DMK, someone is ''totally soulless''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many
people tell me that I can take what happened to me and explain it in
1000 different ways, and that I have merely chosen the one that fits
what I would like reality to be. WOW, what are you fucking nuts or
somethin'? WANT? Like I want all this fucking shit? Are you totally
mother fucking mad YO? No wonder I heard expressions all of my life,
and one of these was used quite constantly by my late pal, Dave Roth,
“There are more horses asses, than there are horses”.
My
otherwise cool and great life has been reduced to a mother fuckiGN
worthless dam peanut, mister Bird!
Good
old hot South-Central Florida on either coast, east or west. Lovely
Liza from Cooley-Hall, back in 1972, really did a 'MY' in the
classroom, singing along to that hit song, 'Hot Beautiful Sunday'.
Well, when it swings into middle March and later around here, it does
not require it to be any particular day of the week, Gloomy Sunday,
Twinbay Happy Sunday, or Monday-Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's
a pretty flower for you, Frank Callio and family; and whoever your
mysterious A&R dream-person might be. Quit
giving me fatal heart attacks. Nothing seems to work for me. I
am in eternal fucking hell, you dam dumb ass mother fuckers;
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
think for a fucking puke swallowing minute, great folks, please; that
because I have ended the Atlantic City Escape Book, or inability to
ever do so, actually; that this is some kind of an end to it. That
would be a real fatal error on anyone's part, especially anyone who
is in on my lifelong mother fucking obliteration and destruction,
BRO!!! Take that to the BANK OF TORONTO, Mister Regis Philbin and
your girlfriend. Well, watch out for her if she is, YO. She brought
the Fascitar into my life, and that's not all she brought to me, only
she keeps the cream and throws the crumbs my way. Don't take that
beyond any surface message now, as there is nothing there, Rip and
RP. DO IT MIKE MCNULTY, GO AHEAD. Oh yes sir; this
book led to this book, and this book will be killer dynamite fucking
cubed and beyond CUBAN; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SO
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY of 1971, AT THE other FAITH-FARM PLACE, huh lovely
latengrate Donna Not Jason-Forrest Summer???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99! I
promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy
fucking shit water to exponent 99!
Still,
and in closing; if it was ever easy to know real total truth, and if
historical accounts of anything, were ever 100%, or even near 100%
accurate; then we could all literally do without any religion, any
instruction, even any laws. We all would live in a very utopian
environment of peace, and wellness, and prosperity, for all people
everywhere. The last thing we would do is turn on our cock sucking TV
sets every dam night at 5 and 6, and hear the dam news with 25%+ of
its content, being about American, and local area, GUN VIOLENCE. I
for one am so sick of guns, and people getting fuckiGN shot; that I
am about to take a very sharp turkey knife, lay down in my dam water
filled bath tub, and cut my hands off, and bleed the fucking hell
out!!!! Not
that the Milituforce won't retrace me, of course!
I have fuckign died way too many times, and I mean totally died; and
yet, boom, here I am; with no dam explanation for it; and the entire
fucking world afraid to be near me, and totally fuckiGN ostracizing
me, as a result!!!!
To
quote another great EW person of the past, Mister Albert Jolson, YO,
“You ain't heard nothing
yet”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AS
LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUM
HAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT PERSECUTE; THE
DOW WILL ENDLESSLY KEEP FLYING FOREVER
AND EVER; UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; AND I TOLD YOU THIS LOVELY
GIANT FUCKING GINA, AND I TOLD YOU ALL, EVERYONE ELSE, READING THESE
FUCKING ASS WORDS!! THE
PROPHET OF NOTHING IS GETTING FUCKING MASSACRED HERE,
COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
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