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“Okay”,
Mister John 'Happy-J'
King, and everybody else out here; now
you have been warned, LEGALLY, morally, and
'spiritually'. I am going to tell some powerful fucking
shit on this cunt lapping goddamn blog, yo, and THAT, IPY
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF, THIS WAS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER
BOTBAR DAY FOR ME TODAY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE
B4I AM GONNA' LASH OUTlandish AND LASH OUT, SIR MICRObiology
MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Whenever
the weather becomes demonic as I refer to unusual weather patterns
that make the stinking weather unpleasant and oppressive, due to
major blizzard conditions, or in the summer time when too hot, or in
the winter time, too cold; this is ALSO WHEN OTHER NASTY FUCKING ASS
SHIT BEGINS TO HAPPEN ALL AROUND ME, MAKING MY MISERABLE SATANIC
EXISTENCE A LIVING BREATHING NIGHTMARE HELL ON FUCKING
STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today as well as yesterday has been
extremely hot for the last ten days of October, even for this part of
ENDLESS-OVEN-FLORIDA, feeling OVER 100 TODAY AND YESTERDAY, reaching
ninety degrees + today and nearly hitting it yesterday, with the
humidity back on FULL FUCKING FORCE. Still, this is NAUT the real
problem, and I will now tell you all just what mother fucking is the
real-'E' problem! It won't shock me if my pal Mike is DEAD. He was
back in the hospital in bad shape several days ago, and I do not want
to disturb him during this time, but I have a very powerful feeling
that he is NAUT going to survive this
time, Miss Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top
of this, nightmares are REALLY BAD for me again lately, and beyond
all of that, my upstairs pig lapping noisy asshole neighbors are back
to endless moving of heavy furniture, making god awful noises all day
and they still are at it now, SHERIFF, at 11 of the fucking clock
tonight. They were hammering also last night, and it is UPSTAIRS and
NAUT from next door. If it is NAUT the illegal cousin scum from
across from me, it is my very loud annoying bastard swine nabes from
above me or next to me. Thisssssssss is why,
Mizz Erica Kane, I call this nightmare fucking shituation from
DOGTOWN, my TRIAD-NABES FROM HELL!!!!
The
nightmares are horrible, but last night, I was actually dreaming that
I was on the Astral-Plane, near Dogtown. There is a very
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bridge in the vicinity that you cannot
miss. It is fifteen miles high, and it goes about three hundred miles
in length, and is colored some gods-awful shade of a mixed rusty
copper and dark greyish blue, and has a frightening appearance in its
architecture. The highways or
Astral-Landlines leading to it are
complicated, and basicly, they extend in numerous lengthy circular
patterns that lead to an area that seems to endlessly widen to where
there are more than five hundred lanes on both sides, and gargantuan
signs all over the place reading, “DOGTOWN”
for anyone to see, and a blind man couldn't miss seeing them, not
that there are any blind people there. I remember how these
ridiculously big wide roads just keep getting bigger and how only one
small exit sign leads into a very narrow linelane that proceeds to
the area shoreline and then over into and across the Teck Bay, into
the Capitol City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I also remember being with
some very weird and unpleasant entities. One was a lady who was a
passenger in my vehicle, and she told me that when I get back to the
human world, and play my new roulette system, I will be slaughtered,
and then she wouldn't stop laughing about it until I yelled at her to
stop her absurd raucous laughter. She then punched me hard in the
mouth and threw me out of the vehicle, and I rolled all around until
finally stopping at the side of the linelane, and I was instantly
swooped up by a passing mattableeum (police officer in Purgatory),
and I settled into the third rear seat of his patrol-vehicle. He then
took me about two hundred thousand miles to a small area that would
be thought of humanly as a very dangerous ghetto slum part of a
larger town or village that I knew the name of then but cannot pull
it up now. I walked into a small summerhouse area along a sidewalk
and I sat down. Suddenly out walked three very nasty looking dudes,
caulks, late twenties and redneck types; and they came from a house
that was way back behind this public summerhouse where I had sat down
on a bench. They told me they wanted to talk to me and to follow
them, which I did. We got back to an area behind their house and they
had about three human world acres of cornfield, and the crop looked
like someone had sprayed a million tons of poison all over it. Then
one of them said to me, “I will give you fifteen seconds to me me
why you are psychic”. I then replied that I don't need that long,
and that there is no time in Purgatory, and that I am a sensitive
person and I despise that word 'psychic'. As I said this a wind came
up and blew hard from across the cornfield, and suddenly my nose ran
and I began puking. The stench from nearby Dogtown was somehow being
amplified in a bad wind current, and then one of the other dudes said
that to me as I began puking and snot was coming out of my nose. I
was reaching in my pockets for a handkerchief only none was to be
found. I was getting frustrated and agitated and quite angry at this
point. I remembered suddenly what Diana's grandfather had taught me
to do if I need help from a horrendous shituation, as was told to me
by him from another wild dreaming interaction from the Beetlejuices
days of 1988, and so I shouted out three times, “Zuudlow Zuudlow
please, power power need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power
need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. Then I
instantly woke up and I was in my bed and back in Fort Pierce,
Florida, on the mortal world, and back into my physical body. I
cleaned up in the shower, shaved, the whole twenty-seven feet, and
then I played roulette, and yes, I GOT MOTHER FUCKING CREAMATED AND
MY NEW SYSTEM GOT BLOWN AWAY AND CRASHED! But this will bring me to
some powerful fucking points, or pernts, if Mister Archie Bunker from
queens, New York was here with me! If I had had an
'opposite-shooter', I would have made over twenty-two thousand
dollars instead of losing my mother fuckign shirt. I know that I
MUST HAVE AN OPPOSITE SHOOTER PARTNER, if I am ever able to
RETURN TO THE FUCKING GAMING CASINOS AGAIN,
and that's that, AS MISTER FUCKING CUNT ESOLPH
WOULD SAY IT SO DAMN ASS PERFECTLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA
JANE SLUTSO FONDA, YOU MISSED ME, YA' WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, I would have made about $25,013,000.00 total, using ten
dollar bets and an opposite shooter using 500 buck bets, if ever
since March of 1983, I had done this in real life at real casinos in
real time, or if we slide over a mile into Ventnor, from Atlantic
City, IN REALE TIME, which I would of course, would want absolutely
nothing to do with at all whatsoever, yo BROadcasting BRO's out
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those
backslidden
Christians; funny how this is an acceptable word, but
you cannot be grammatically correct, and say
the second and third syllable of that word, when it is so
necessary in usage, such as above
while discussing going from a Jersey shore town from another one just
a mile to the south. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT!!!! Just who
came up with this wild and weird English language system, aniwho,
yo????
Yes,
I need to find an OPPOSITE ROULETTE
SHOOTER somewhere, and I know there is a way of doing
this somehow, but I WILL LITERALLY BE FIGHTING THE FAWCES OF MOTHER
FUCKING DOGTOWN WHILE MAKING THIS ATTEMPT, AATS PEEPS, SO KNOW THAT
RIGHT NOW, AND WISH ME WELL. I WON'T SAY PRAY FOR ME AS THIS IS A
STUPID ASS FUCKING THING TO DO AND I WILL NOT BE WASTING MY TIME EVER
AGAIN ON THIS UTTER ASS NONSENSICAL
DOGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
are NAUT imagining the connection to Robin Hill Apartments, my
musical DEMO tunes, the goddess of Atlantic City whoever she truly
is, and all of it; even in the most absolute remotest fantastic ways
that this can all connect up. There is literally no lack of
quintessential weirdness on steroids to this entire thing. For right
now, I will say that the 2007 Librarian of the Congress, before the
present AA lady who I have had the pleasure of viewing on BOOK-TV,
and her incredible aversion to a little piece of yellow paper, all is
fully dot connected, just as was the fact that there were two
articles in that wild magazine at the Cifaloglio car-kicking garage
that afternoon, that someone or some thing, Captain Shatner, WANTED
TO BE TOTALLY SURE THAT I WOULD SEE AND READ, one being about my
daughter and the other about the other great female vocalist, and
Queen of Disco, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer. I thought I was in a
dream when I one day at the guard job, began doing something, and I
don't mean comparing flip sides of cassette tapes of songs about
really good curly haired young girls. There is a lot more to this
entire horrible mess, and I know that Patty H.H.H. Knows the details.
If she is alive, she knows and is not willing to tell me. If she is
not alive, this even further complicates this issue. This is not an
issue that goes away if I agree to stop thinking about it. This is
not some turn the page deal, and we all know it. This MILITUFORCE is
NAUT going to let go of whatever this entire mess truly verily is,
that lays behind these inconceivable OZZ curtains from DOGTOWN CUBED
AND CUBAN AND RESQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saying one more
thing tells that I know more than I should and am not just sitting
here making guesswork clues. All dots connect, and all things happen
for reasons, and Jim Burr's famous Deptford Mall statement from 1979
made to me one dark cold night in his car, is biblical suicide, even
for the SATANIC FORCES OF DOGTOWN, because JESUS told and taught all
of us that a house divided against itself cannot stand, using this
very powerful same technology is Trump and his RUSSIAN cohort pals,
forever endlessly trying to wipe out and destroy the Democratic
Party. The $500,000,000.00 secret is more dangerous than anyone has a
clue about, because this technology in the hands of monsters like Don
John Dirthole Trump, will send this nation straight to its fucking
grave, that is a promise, and all of BonJovi's peeps are as clueless
to this as they are about what those charged particles are truly
charged with. Remember that day in April of eleven, if you';re still
reading me' bwogs? You know that this storm did not just spring up
out of nowhere? You know it deep down in your most inner-spirit, and
I KNOW THAT YOU DO, YO!!!!!!!!! Many ignorant asshole all over this
planet think that I am the one behind all of Thisssssssss, Mizz
lovely AMC Erica, only I AM NAUT, Miss AT&T Blake. That much I
solemnly swear, attest, and affirm, upon this legally and voluntarily
sworn oath as a citizen of the United States of
America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am making any of this up, then
feel free once you prove that, TO PROSECUTE ME FOR FUCKING TREASON.
That I say without one bead of sweat upon my fucking brow, YO!!!!
Only stupid peeps are wondering why this takes me now to the position
RED-STAR #4, on tomorrow's STS (Secrets Thermometer
Scale)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Misuse of these techs can literally end the
USA forever, and guess who truly wants to do thisssssssssss? DJT! If
you fucking Dem's don't get onboard and believe me, you are in for
witnessing the end of this wonderful land in less than five years
time!!!
ENDLESSNESS,
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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