GUESS
THENAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 56
Shortly
after 10:00 Ante' Meridian on this god dam Thursday morning,
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, went the dam ass doors. This time I opened my
door, and it seems that I have another new NABE from hell, some real
large African American lady one unit away and across from me. She
keeps a shopping cart outside her door, as it has been here a while
now, and she was using it to bring things into her apartment, and why
the door was slamming, is anyone's guess, as all you need to do is
purchase a two dollar door stopper or prop it open as I do with mine,
with a broom, placing it on an angle on the floor, until it fits the
dimensions of the hallway perfectly, to hod open my door. Just
thought you may be interested in what is going on this morning, and
we all know why, right kind Sheriff Mascara, sir?
Yesterday
I had no problems here at my apartment, and of course is why most
likely, will be the only down day on the stock market this week, if I
am correct, and able to prove how this shit all works, oh wonderful
and hopefully caring human hearted Sheriff, sir. Anyway, watch my
roach-kill begin to mount up now with new hell-names surrounding me.
The apartment to the other side of James, as I told, seemed to have
someone who resembled Boo and the gang a week back when I was able to
periscope-peak through my new door peep-hole, and see him leave that
unit and walk by me down the hall. These two new people seem to be in
with each other. All my nabes from hell seem to get in with each
other. I guess around here no one has any life at all, so they all
just commingle around together making noise and making trouble, for a
living, literally.
Other
than for this to report, nothing too catastrophic is going on. I did
not tell about a second part of my dreaming-activity from the other
night, and I will shortly tell it now. I was at an ATM machine
somewhere foreign to me, and a bunch of money was piled together and
inside the area where money comes out for withdraws. Now these
machines only spit out one bill at a time, but for some reason, the
slot opening was real large, and a thick pile of it was all stuck in
that slot, and contained all sorts of denominations. Then I turned
and saw a box to my left on the ground. I picked it up and it
contained a bunch of envelopes and inside each of them were fifty and
hundred dollar bill denominations. This box was fairly large and
seemed to be laying on the sidewalk in a corner next to the bank
building and the Automated Tell Machine (ATM). Now this was all from
the night before last, not last night, so it was not caused by
watching that Perry Mason show on WE-TV Cable channel, as that
episode began with a small boy bringing a shoebox filled with one
hundred dollar bills into an office, where the secretary placed it
into a safe and later got into trouble when she was totally innocent,
reminding me of me all of my dam ass life.
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish that my god dam life could change
back to being only 3.7496% SUB HUMAN. Sheriff and AG; it has gone
down to 0.5729235% since arriving here in cunt chewing sunny
PARADISE-FLORIDA. Just thought maybe you cared in the least and may
be interested in the numbers!!!!!!!!!
Nine
ways to screw your lover, huh giant goddess Paula Exploratron
King??????????????? Hey, I ain't trying to rip off old seventies
song here, but I am just sayin', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
14, 2016,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 65 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-65/L-57).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 89%, AND WIND CHILL IS 65 .
WIND
IS GUSTING NW AT 12, AND IS STEADY-CALM.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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are many unexplainable truths happening all around the universe, and
our world, and yes; us individually. This is simply because, we all
are like a little package, with a super program, and a super
computer; Professor Kaku, that automatically turns on an entire
're-al-o-gram', and then all else exists because of each of us, in
fact making this so. Well, this seems an OK idea and concept until
the next very obvious query comes popping into most healthy minds,
from here. Fine, so how does it all then interact together? This is
where I keep saying to you all, do you have ten or twenty or more
years to sit and read while I just type until I drop over dead? It is
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YO!!!!!! Sorry, I'm just being honest.
Like-WOW,
to quote the kids. Is this mother fuckiGN nightmare I have been in
all my turd chewing life, really dam real, Sheriff and AG? Holy dam
shit soup!!!!!!!
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- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
I
apologize for thinking that Tom from the first floor of my building
was hurting me. I am not saying he gave me a fair shake, or that
something is not wrong, but I over did my long winded ranting on just
how monstrous his behavior has been since nearly the time we met
after Debbie Marotto, my resident manager put me onto him for some
computer help. He helps others with their computers, but won't have
anything to do with me. He has that right, it is just very weird.
Anyway, I know Tom does not like me for reasons only he knows and
understands, but still, I had no right to rant on about him doing
lots of mischief. He is just one more of so many mother fucking
assholes scattered all over the United States, and most likely the
entire fucking globe! Anyway, this is my little blog retraction, that
I felt morally compelled to write. If peeps want to hate me and
ignore me, cool. But if I ever ever have anything, and I know I never
will; there will never fucking be a caterpillar and butterfly deal
for me; but should a miracle happen in this sick satanic world, I
sure would have the last laugh, saying to folks, ''You've got to be
kidding me, where were any of you when I was down and out all the
fucking way to dogshit?'' I saw this creep fucking bastard the other
day, as I do from time to time. We rode an elevator together as he
now lives on the seventh floor and not the first. We did not speak,
but he said 'bye-now' or something when I exited on the sixth floor
the other day, and I grunted under my breath. I am tired of bing real
nice to people who mother fuckign screw me for no good reason at all,
and I am not going to be the fall guy asshole any longer for any of
these ass-wiping prick lickers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And folks:
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
THAT
IS THE GOSPEL.
I
cannot force anyone anywhere to believe me or even to listen to me.
What I can do is prove to you that I am for real, and this is exactly
what is going to be happening, as fucking ass 2014 keeps right on
cock sucking marching right along; I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can
do is remind people that if they look old blogs, and compare it with
new ones; all the claims that I make are 100% accurate. Even the all
mighty PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP who thinks I am just a little
whackadoodle, knows how I can manipulate to some degree, even my
largest pain and agonies. If I am just a regular normal every day
loser as Cuzz Trump the heavy-weight sees me as; then why is the man
so dam fascinated with me and my life, and why can I indeed have such
a profound fucking effect on gigantic things around me? You really
and truly cannot have it both ways, world!!!!!!!! You'll need to do a
Jan Brady here, and PICK A SIDE, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END.
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