WEDNESDAY,
JANUARY 2, 2019
1:53
POST MERIDIAN
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1 OF TWENTY NINETEEN
I've
got fucking roaches all over the goddamn apartment no matter how much
I spray the RAID or how clean I
keep the place. I have the ILLEGAL GUESTS
around here slamming the goddamn fucking doors today, kind Sheriff,
sir. It's more fucking fun around here than Alice
Ciminelli, and her barrel of jail
bird American Honda guardhouse conversations, sent
to the U.S. Copyright Office, on 1988's Valentine's Day
monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that I
have been hit with another health assault on top of this, Sheriff.
Another horrible fucking year is beginning for me, oh wonderful kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my heavenly and marvelous life, measured by the
standards of anti-matter, is just making me so thankful and
appreciative of the blessings that flow from such a wonderful fucking
GODDESS, who sends songs in my sleep that altered my life, and so
many grand and glorious fucking things! So
thanks a lot, Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Sheriff
K.J.M., and “thanks
a lot, DAVE”!!!!!!!!!!!
YARRRRRR, Patty Hollister, maybe me buckin' hat's on crooked or
something. WOW-THAT!!!!
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Yes
folks, we can definitely call
that my Mountainpen's
Morianity
Quotation
or (MMQ) or
anything else you may wish to, as this won't alter the following
truth: When the famous and terrific agents, mentioned in that wild
and cool report-documentary on New
York City's WPIX-Channel-11-television
show, back in 1988
non-Spellchecker monkeys; Agents
Condor
and Agent
Falcon,
said that people who open up their mouth, and say things that are
not allowed to be said; those people will not be able to get a moment
of peace for the rest of their lives; how does this then fit into
those who were on the receiving end of all of this horrible monstrous
mother fucking turd swallowing junk, LONG
BEFORE
they
ever uttered a single goddamn word?
THAT, oh great SIR ROCKDROID of the original STAR TREK SHOW, is the
real Shakespearean query of the ages, on kind peeps and loyal
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes THAT
is the question, Mister
Bill Shakespeare,
YO!
How
I'll never ever fucking forget, ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, telling me how
all of my damn answers to all of this nasty-ass mess; lays in the
town of Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Right after he told me this
incredible fucking shit, kind Sheriff KJM sir, POW, “My
goddess non son of Sam girlfriend”, came over to my apartment and
raped me,
and this led to the miscarriage
of my younger daut, PEE!
And then there was the wild dream a few years afterward, where
I was back at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
and
Paula
came over to visit with me
and tell me how I was too immature and that she refused to marry me,
and that she had recently miscarried our child PEE. This
is how transdimensional hyperspace works.
We cannot go getting ourselves all fucking hung up on minor whittle
details such as an event happening in one universe and not happening
in another one that lies in localized hyperspace. No Spellchecker,
the hypERCHRIST
has absolutely nothing to do with any of this, OR
DOES IT,
come to reflect on it heredahelda and here, kind folks!!! I mean for
crissake, it isn't every day that I am stopped and searched like a
criminal by the authorities, for just sitting and telling a man about
something from my childhood. But it sure happened that particular day
in Medford Lakes, in the springtime of 1986. Maybe
this is why the satanic demons of hellfire itself, struck Dave Roth
and me so very hard, as after-all, it
was directly following all of this,
along with a tiny whittle detour through another Mister
Rod Serling's Twilight Zone;
called that
special talk that took place in the spring time in the following year
of 1986, at the Medport
Diner,
in Medford Lakes, New Jersey; regarding the “Great
Sarah Krassle”.
Along with these whittle pirate facts and YARRRRRRR's, and buckin'
fuckin' pirate hats, I am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are
doing these goddamn days, yo????????????? But then, like who gives a
fucking shit, to quote the kids who cuss?! Alligators or ALL I'M
SAYING is that long B4I ever had a blog, or even shot off my mouth on
RED-LINE-CROSSOVER
topics, or said boo about shit; I have been given a no-peace
persecution by these monstrous
evil mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES.
So it is not like anyone out here can go screaming into my ear, “Hey
Mountainpen, this is all your own fault”, as my kid did about
alligators, when I complained about all of these horrible things all
over this place, and she said that I had made my bed and must now lay
in it. Hey, she's totally right. Still,
was this all my fault for real? Was this all my fault for REALE, for
that matter?
Was it me who teased you or you who teased me, every mother fucking
time that I came down in 1997 to try and relax on the beach, and
you tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV
radio station,
oh
mighty Patty-Paula?????????
WOW
THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Susan Erica AMC Snakes from
1983. Yes,
Patty-Paula may very well be Sarah Krassle, or spelled with a fuller
ASTRAL-PLANE name, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.
Yes there is pure magic in this incredible entity named Sarah
Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle
Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah
Krassle!
Why
go to so much trouble doing al of these things, beginning with Misses
Cooley Hall High Hell Marola, on Memorial Day of 1969, May 30th,
and going all the way so far, up to the stunt pulled in waking life
while I was at my non-choker Darius Evans Cifaloglio security job in
2009, two years before the transdimensional-choking deal, and right
around the Lakehouse-choking deal, but yes, always (choking-1983
deals); with that WAYV magical stunt she pulled on me with the Regis
Threat and magically getting me to tune into it from my car while on
that job. Things
like this JUST DON'T HAPPEN, not in any real life or real world, and
not with this sort of endless fucking repetitiveness;
and I know that you all know that, and I'm not being WAYV-cute
heredahelda and HERE, yo! There was a night a few years earlier where
I was at my trailer, #10 at the great and illustrious Mullica Mobile
Manor of Mullica Township, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and watching one of
those two famous magicians on television. I forget whether it was
Blaine or Copperfield, but it was one of the David's. Tee-Hee-Hee. He
told everyone out in the TV audience to think of a card. We
all did, and HE
GUESSED IT; and
that would be a one in fifty-two chance; and I don't buy into
chances, or long shots like that. Yes longer shots than this do
indeed happen, and with more frequency than we all might think would
be the case, BUTTTTTTTTT folks, I know that he did something, and I
know that night at Cifaloglio with Patty-Paula, that she did that
very same 'something'; and then things happened.
Just because I am unable to properly explain it, I
STILL AM ABLE TO FULLY REPORT IT to the goddamn mother fucking world,
yo, and you can bet I
do, and will go right on screaming out my pain. This monster and all
of her FAWCES are behind it.
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
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