''GEE
A NICE COOL DAY FOR A CHANGE''
WELL
GOOOOOLLLEEY, SARGENT CARTER OF THE UNITED STATES MARINE COR. I
forget how they spell the COR, is it like a dead body or what; Gomer
Pyle, Private First Class?
Color
Me Mine; Ann King, all kings; and all finding-ultimate
clues-king GAMES!!!
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JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE;
lovely awesome Twinbay. We all are a product of something, and this
includes all of the mysterious traits, talents, short comings and a
lot more, because of who we are in full-soul, and not just in
present-us life-times. Dirt bag Morty Mortino is attacking me, an dis
hovering over my left side at 10:42 Ante' Meridian, here
on 11-10-2015, Tuesday morning.
The DEATH ANGEL is a very fucking annoying dirt ball, if you let him
get to you!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
well, at least it isn't fucking 48 months ago,
where tomorrow, in or out of all wrestling matches or whatever,
congressman sir; this would not be the best date on the dam calendar
for poor choking Non-Deezy Slim Darius, little me, YO!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
The
DEATH ANGEL lives in a beautiful condo, in the capitol city, of the
capitol province of the Purg; not
the 'Prug', typo-sahwee;
and this is called by many mortals, “HEAVEN”,
and is actually in English
Earth waking world translation,
called, SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
or actually further astrally (spiritually) translated, (CITY
OF THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE).
Many call this Almighty Being, Jehovah, God, and Jehovah God, or
Jehovah Girah, as SKY and JI sound the same astrally, as does LA and
RAH. LORD is an ancient word here in waking world biblical times,
meaning SAR, and the feminine reality yo all natural truths, is
depicted in the word suffix of AH-and this is also the same as ESS,
as in Goddess, princess, LORDESS, and SARAH. NEE and STAY are
astrally the same sound as well, as in Jehovah NEECEE, or
Sarah-Stacey (Lordess Neecy) of the great KRASSLE FAMILY of the PLANK
REALM, before this universe became blown out hyperspace through
lawtronic power-program, far from being understood by present day
physics and science. Morty
Mortino has eight names,
and these are merely his first name, and last name. His condo is near
the top floor of a 397 story building, in SDK (Sahasra Dal Kanwal). I
have been there and spoken to him. He is angry because someone in the
year 2294, has been retracing me every time he touches me on my left
or my right side. I think you all know who that person WAS, and she
is not in this century any longer, and basically; can claim credit
for how I got not only placed on Social Security Disability in the
autumn of 1994, but got on it the very first time that I applied for
it. This is an extremely rare occurrence, or so I've been told by
everyone who I ever tell that true story to.
Mountainpen,
surrounded by Florida's two great's, Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, to my
left, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, to my right.
My
beautiful Sarah-Stacey Scylla-Jehovah, brown eyed teen queen, your
THAT BOY will love U for ever and ever and ever, I will never let U
go. Any time U want to shine your long bright brown hair on top of a
mountain 4 me as U did for that idiot Moses, just let me know, and I
will B there 4U teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639
POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC NON-RONSTADT ME!!!!
I
know that if anyone right now in my county, or in any of the other
counties in this nation, had normal parents with a normal adolescent
child in a school, where a teacher went out of his way to take that
kid out into the hallway one day, stare at him like the devil himself
was in him, and utter the words as follows for no apparent reason
whatsoever, “You
know Mark, you could be a father, chronologically”;
the parents would be right up in the principle's face the very next
day, and with the county sheriff standing right next to them. You all
believe whatever you want to about me and my god dam daughter.
Am
I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister
McDowell?
Am
I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister
McDowell?
Am
I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister
McDowell?
Your
MBS-Syndrome is very real, oh wonderful latengrate disco diva of the
seventies, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
the fawces of Mister Hall can be also translated into the great
Almighty teenager, Sarah Krassle. Her game with her THAT-BOY, seems
to be infinite and is called, as she named it back when I was
dreaming that it was Pearl Harbor Day of 1996, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”.
Right away, it is a play on words, with two words that sound alike,
yet have totally different meanings, “Guess”
and “guest”.
NOVEMBER
22, 2015,
LATE
SUNDAY MORNING, AT 11:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 74 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY-------(H-74/L-70).
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS ONLY 78, WEEEEEEEEEE.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 91%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 78.
WIND
IS W AT 7, GUSTING TO 9.
Hey
there Sarah Shithead Martinez, and,
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
With
all the inspectors walking around with the bag out, in that lovely
corrupt city, huh Mister Trump; and then along came you, never had a
clue, that you would mess shit up for everybody far worse, well, you
knew and got out before the shit hit the dam fan. Everyone else is
cleaning up in the afterfan-world, huh Nice-Guy??? Maybe I'll sick
Leticia Tilley on you!!! Sup there, my old pal, Mister
Truckdriverbill Horsefiresbusiness? Jane Whoreslapcrap came an inch
away from nailing me, the bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Old dependable Miss
Thistleweedthorns!
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Like
who fucking cares, Sir Trump Winn?
This
is all a bunch of prishy fucking bullshit. Let me get back to my SODI
land company, and the Roundhouse Manor!
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WHO GIVES A SHIT, YO; WHERE'S THE SINK?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, Sarah is not gay, and saying her name twice, or some
similar pronunciation; is not going to change the truth about quantum
parallel realities, or transdimensional hyperspace multiverse. I will
tell you to look for the number 9, because this will be a number that
is very significant to many parallel universes, maybe even this one.
No one is capable of photographing 30 South Plaza Place in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, and having it come out clearly. You can get the
block and the air view, but not the house. I don't care how powerful
the forces of Thirty-sixth Avenue, of San Mateo, California; all are.
There are mixes in ingredients that make some real wild alterations
in time and parallel universes, and the space that contains all of
this, or hyperspace. I will go wash my hands now, and then maybe,
just maybe, allow my cousin to finish out his life here, without me
turning new tapes in a backward direction. He must promise to do
something for me in return. He must activate his own buttons. And to
think I was really a fly on the wall a month from now while Mizz
Grant told how totally crazy I really am. Thank you, you are so kind.
The rest of the dream, well Timmy my boy, that can wait, just like
Emmit, 3030, Toy-land, Never Never Land, and Iowa-Heaven-Costner. No,
Mister Macy, I am tired of glorifying your family, and the Callio
family, forget it, as JUJU would say or scream it, so well.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I
do not have to wait for twenty-twenty-nine to hear certain wild
songs, or cut and paste things into a blog, Ed and Chris. How about
those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill said,
''Mark, you spit in the guys cereal''. I said, what bill, I didn't do
anything? He said, oh yes you did, he saw you writing that report. Oh
Lordess, should I worry about getting myself shot, or maybe my pals,
the Lewis's will come over with DEEZY, and all of them can lift me
up, and tell me 'I don't like them'. You know what, maybe I don't
like all these folks so much, but I wish them all well. This
is their world, and I just want to get out of here, Mister
Callas!!!!!!!!!
ENDocrinologists,
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