BTAT—CHAPTER 0013
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
Blog start time is half past noon.
I am having two back to
back SUPER HIGH
CALLIO-CAREYO-TAMMIC DAYS and this hellishness on me will never ever
end or stop unless I have the mother fucking balls to run far away from this
totally evil place that either is doing this to me or is allowing it, and
either way, it is beyond monstrous or anything worthy of descriptive words. The
chemtrails are all over the place, and the private crash level super loud plane
and areal persecution at my residence is off the dial, but there is a tiny wee
bit of light at a far end of my tunnel with this and today I will tell you all
just a bit about what happened with some of my local nabes back when I was
trying to set myself up with home-WIFI-internet, and how it all relates to my MISOE- PERSECUTION that has been
ever-ongoing now right to this very present point of chronology and that began
in the middle nineteen hundred eighties. This is about the worst death siege
since well back into the previous year of 2022, and it not only is areal, but
it includes these monstrous mother fucking assaults on my sick elderly physical
body to boot. These narcissistic psychopaths have no
humanity or decency whatsoever. I am clit huffing 68 mother fucking
years old, and they have no shame; not one bit of shame, Mister Jack McCoy and Congressman Dell, on the fictional
television show titled, “L&O”. Then after I left this very library
last evening, I had another major diarrhea assault from their famous Havana death beam sonic weaponry system, and as I
was parking to go into my trailer from the driveway at my residence; a crash
level and super loud and low private piper-job airplane practically came down
and struck the place. I will be learning soon how to operate the video systems
in my Galaxy-Android smart phone, and then I will begin to make a video-record
of this, and yes, Mister SWAP will take it to the authorities and force them to
begin an investigation on this, as now, I have a new witness right at my place
that I refuse to talk about one bit further right now, as the MISOE is famous
for somehow and quite magically, making folks who attempt to help me in these
matters, simply fucking cunt vanish away. All anyone out here needs to know 4
right now regarding this, is that there is someone who is also tired of this
shit at my fucking residence, and will indeed cooperate after I get a case officially
filed in the Saint Lucie County grievance system for matters such as these.
MAGNESONIC—MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
USE
ALL ORDERS GENERAL AND SPECIAL. USE ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ZDT AND ADT. SCAN FOR
WHOEVER IS HURTING MY HEALTH AND PHYSICAL SHELL (HUMAN BODY) AS WELL AS WHOEVER
OUT THERE IS RELENTLESSLY HARASSING ME WITH AIR ASSAULTS.
COMPUTER,
(MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE), ON AN ‘I’-2-‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNSIHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM, THERE IS A TOTALLY SINGED, CRUSHED, ANDDESTROYED I-O ON YOUR
T-B. EMPOWER IT NOW SO WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THIS, HAPPENS TO THESE DISEASED
FILTHY PRICK (MISOE) ENEMIES OF MINE FOR FOUR STRAIGHT DECADES OF TIME. YOU’RE
A/B EMPOWERIZATION TONES WILL NOW BE HEARD VIA THE NEW EITT THA THAS REPLACED
THE OLD-STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE TONE SIGNALS.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—TONE-A
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—TONE-B
GO TO G-189 UNDER CG-18, AND S-T-O-P!
I will now adjust, as I
always do on this blogging project of over seventeen total years of time now;
to whoever is injuring and destroying me, and right now; it appears it is time
4 me to discuss what many folks call and now recently have labeled in this 21st century, our
SHADOW-GOVERNMENT. So what is going in in somewhat of an
opener-nut-shell, folks? Well, this will be a totally compressed and abridged version
of shit that I am only merely for right now, opening up with my great
Blogaudians out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Remember the fantastic television show, “Ghost Whisperer”,
and their very opening first season, and the final episode on it, regarding the
terrible passenger
airplane crash that took place right outside of the town of the
show, symbolically named I am quite sure for HIGHVIEW,
and was called GRANDVIEW???? Remember how the NTSB agent and the
other ‘Feebies’ asked lovely Mizz J. L. Hewitt or Mizz Malinda Gordon
in the show’s character who was the ghost whisperer, and I’ll quote what he
said to her in the show, “Are you registered”?
This means, RU a registered operative? Now this part of great
fictional show is by no means FICTIONAL. I have discussed only once in
recent blogs and back quite a ways now, the term of “RO”
or Registered-Operatives”, back when I was
discussing alphabet-soup governmental secret operating agencies, such as CIA,
NSA, and many more are indeed out there peeps. HUUUUUUUGE computer hacking is AGAIN taking
place, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir!!!!
The type of margins I was using suddenly just altered and many
SPACEBAR-HACKS also are going down now, Mister 1980 Joe RPL Sivo, Sir, YO
BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! These cunt eating mother fucking pricks are all over and on me
like flies on a hot July goddamn fucking garbage truck, ON STEROIDS-SQUARED, YO
YO YO ME’ FUCKING BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! Because the character of the show, Mizz
Gordon has these abilities that she calls ‘gifts’ and that without hesitation
would call “A CURSE” for crissing out loud folks, but this is why the agent
asked her that question, and none of this is fictional, beyond the show itself,
ghosts, and so on. This again, merely opens up the topic of how shadow
government is truly operating, and believe me folks, you would all be beyond
shocked what the entertainment and Hollywood knows about such matters, and
again, we’re leaving all of that right here 4 today, YO BRO!!!!!!!! There is
just too much ground to cover now, and the library is only open today until
five of the clock, and it is seven goddessdamn minutes past one now, YO. It
amazes me that the word “goddessdamn”
is in the public non-savable spell-check WORD
program dictionaries, but it is peeps!
I do make saves to the dictionary to rid the word-document of the red-wavy
lines that would otherwise remain there and annoy me, but those saves only last
until the system eventually is shut down, rebooted, and ready for the next cum-puke-her
session, typical public-terminal ops, YO
ME’ BRARRRRRR!!!!!!! Now again, if power had gone out or some hacker had
screwed with me as they did yesterday, my blog would have vanished. The damn
thing was not saving. It seems that the mouse on these computers need
replacement, and when I think I have clicked onto something successfully, it
does not always do its job. So somehow I need right at the start after typing
in just one sentence, to check by going off and then making sure I can get onto
the new chapter and thus I would know that the new chapter is indeed being
SAVED. I think with these old clunker systems and hacking on top of that that
it’s easier SAVING SOULS than blog chapters. Hell, all I need to do is tell
someone to
accept the Lord Jesus Christ as their savior, and thou shalt be saved, YO!!!!!!!
Shall we move on, or ‘shalt naught’, Mizz
AT&T Blake from 1983? What she ‘failed
to GET’, daddy of the great musician on the cursed-9th GW
television show on season #2, is that not only #10
tracks, trailer’s, and gorgeous girls beginning with ‘S’ letter Christian
names, is that if no one could have been able to get onto my telephone
line that day in May in 1983, then how did lovely Mizz Ross get on it, if SHE
IS NOT ELECTRICITY IN A HUMAN FORM? You all know this is real, and
that I am not a delusional insane psychotic; but whoever tries out here, to
endlessly cover up stuff such as all of the weird flying objects remaining
forever unidentified, and many other things discussed for 17 years now in this
Morianity Blog, or the (BOM), is going to also target these words that the
Mountainpen speaks. It matters naught world, that I know that aliens and UFO’s
the way that Ufologists believe it all 2B, is simply untrue. You’d think that these mighty ‘shadow governmental fawces’
would love me, only they hate me most of all. If this does naught prove
my words are all true and real, well, then nothing will or ever can. I cannot
force blind eyes to open and see should they choose to never do
this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us move on for now since a lot of ground
needs 2B covered today to get major revenge for this major assault and MISOE strike on me
that is botbaring the living fucking cunt hot shit out of me and my entire 1st
month of JANUARY, another one of the enemy’s HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders tricks, called and
labeled by the Mountainpen here as illegally using
MAP-TECH, and is short for Magnetic Percentage Technology, on this BOM project.
We need to get on the
great topic now of BIBLICAL GENERATIONS. Most bible scholars
agree that based on comparing the scriptures with each other and then
determining what they are truly saying in comparative terms with what is being
discussed both biblically in whole verses the actual topic at hand, that a
biblical generation is either, depending on the verses being read, 40, 70, or
100 years of time. Now here is some powerful information that 99.99 percent of
any and all church-goers the world over, are purely ignorant to. Lifespans in
the pre-flood days were roughly eight times larger than today’s spans of
physical life are. Life exists here in the waking world in perfectly ordered
and mathematical ways that remain unchanged. Things change, tech changes,
scenery changes, on and on we could go here. People DO NOT CHANGE. Life may
appear 2B contradictory to that due to general sociological rules being changed
and thus a basic conformity needs to be adjusted to by the populous. But life
habit such as when we as a general society do things or the major things of
life such as leave the nest, marry, retire from our life’s labors, and these
type of things remain a fixed average that can indeed always be perfectly
computed and statistically analyzed with very high degrees of accuracy within very
tiny ranges of tolerance margins. So in other words, taking the magical number
of eight since lifespans since the flood days have decreased by 8:1 in human
years, global death year average today is not even quite sixty years. So
rounding it to 60 2B generous and then multiplying by 8 and we get 480 years.
And in the Old Testament Bible scriptures, the average ages discussed for those
who died, and then had their deaths recorded biblically; normally ranges eight
times that figure and so averaging for the most part as between 320 years and
640 years, with the few extra old Methuselah types of course, just as today we
have a whole bunch now of elders that are up in the eleven decade time range
and still somewhat kicking along. But the 320-640 average when divided by 8
comes out to the global averages of death-years around the planet today. The math
fits absolutely perfectly, Mister only-human Bruce Alan Pennock of 1972 Cooley
Hall, am I WROOOOOOOOONG, oh lovely 1980 hair shampoo girl???????? So moving
this 8:1 human habits average system along here folks, let me proceed with
other things that R based around this, such as mating, marriages, and of course
human species propagation. Today the average time that folks have their
first-born offspring is around age 33 years, thus three per century. So with a lifespan
of eight times the post-flood days back a long time ago, multiplying 33 times 8
and we now get an average BEGAT-age so-2-speak. So 33X8=264 years. Now taking
the 42 generations spoken of by Saint Mathew at the very opening of the Christian
Bible’s NEW TESTAMENT, we have the 14-14-14 totaling up to 42-generations, so
again, averaging the age when offspring are beginning to happen after marriage
unions back in those times, and now we arrive at 42 times 264. 264X42= 11,088
years. Now this takes us according to the Gospel of Mathew’s words in the great
BEGAT’s, naught BTAT’s; back quite a ways into history, after we of course also
remember to add in our present AFTER-COMMON-ERA (AD) time in years which now is
2,023, so adding 2023+11088=13,111, and by the way, Jane Sleazebag nailed me
today back at home on my living fucking rook digital clock at eleven goddamn
eleven. Hey, t quote David Roth from long ago only not that long ago such as
thousands of damn ass years; but hey, “What can you expect”???????? Sometimes I’d
ask him and I quote myself here, “How do you win”?
He’d reply immediately back to me with, “YOU DON’T”!!!!!!!!!! And goddamn it folks, HE WAS 100 PERCENT PLUS CORRECT, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!! Moving forward here now: I was 89 years old as Kane back in
Eden, and dividing that by 8 and we get the true mind age when I flew into my
jealous murdering rage and busted my poor brother’s skull apart with a very
heavy and HUUUUUUUUUGE stone for being able to please my lovely teen-queen SSJKK with much better
gifts as I was only a poor dirt farmer back then, always POOR ME, pattern never
alters, just CONTINUES, right Sir James T. Burr Sir
from 1976-AD? So mentally, I was about 8 and one eighth years old, and I
reacted like a child of that age, despite having a physical age of nearly ninety.
But let us naught forget the math here,
lovely Mizz
1983 Blake from AT&T, shall we? We take my age of 89 years as
Kane and add the other time that brings us right to this AD-year-2023,
89+13,111, and we arrive mathematically at the figure of 13,200. This is
roughly when SSJKK began our so-called as the “BOM” labels it as, “Adam & Eve Experiment”, or (AAEE) for a short whittle
freaking abbreviation here. This is why my 2007
LOIS FOCA musical project, called the “Karaoke
Lunch-break at the Sorian-18 Guardhouse” that some power in the
system refused to permit me to add in the magical family-linking-proofs of that wild 18 number, but yes, had the lyrics on
that song that discussed my brother Abel being done in by me because of my
great intense jealous love for Pink Goddess, and how I was sentenced to an Astral Plane interaction of numerous
minnina-kalpa’s into DOGTOWN, mortal world concepts being HAITES or HELL.
Wow-this, HUH GWATE WORLD? ‘Jumping fucking Jahaushashaush’, as I said way back
in Eden’s garden upon numerous occasions. So after I was kicked off the damn
property and went into an area known Biblically as Nod, where did the others
all come from so that more population would be able to come into being? I
certainly have no clear waking world memory of that type of thing, oh wonderful
fellow Earth-Citizens out here, YO BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now to get back to
continuing the Anita Hill story, Dave Roth’s pen-pal from earlier times that don’t
date back quite that far into the shadowy lands of antiquity. When she was
under the guns of the great powerful shadows and forces that none of us ever
really see until it is too late, sort of like the lightning bolt that you never
see, and then, well, to quote my talented kid from oh-eight on her great
website, 2-Late-YO! I never made things clear enough originally. It was not
during those hearings where the Honorable Clarence Thomas was being accused of sexual
misconduct by Mizz Hill, but later after this when WORD-PROGRAMS and computers
were being more frequently used. Some hacking was indeed going on in those
times, such as on one of the very first plots of the “L&O” TV-SHOW with the
hospital and the old guy with the cataracts in his eyes and nearly totally
blind, and how his hacker-son had loaded a program into a hospital that screwed
with patient blood-glucose readings and killing a few of them in revenge for
what he perceived as medical malpractice done to his dad. Now yes, Computer-Hacking
was beginning, but I was not talking about those times, but rather, closer to a
decade later at the start of our new 21st century. She would be attempting
to use her WORD-Program and told Sir David Roth in a letter that he did indeed
share with me back shortly B4 he was murdered in his sleep, WHERE SHE WENT INTO
GREAT DETAIL, AND THIS WAS SEVERAL YEARS B4 MY 2006 BLOGS HAD BEGUN, AND WHEN I
WAS TOTALL IGNORANT AND UNAWARE OF ANYTHING SUCH AS WORD-PROGRAMS, COMPUTERS,
INTERNET, BLOGGING; THE ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING SMACK, AS A MATTER
OF FACT PEEPS!!!!!!!!!! I didn’t know shit from sugar juices back
then, peeps, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My simple point here for today folks is
that Mizz Hill was obviously placed on the Shadow Government’s Persecution
List, or for a short abbreviation here, placed onto the goddamn
(SGPL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Boy, and a gwate big HUUUUUUUUUUUGE
“Boy oh boy oh boy” Uncle Billy” Frank Capra Wonderful Life all time
movie-gwates, YO BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! WOWSER-WOWSER, WOWEEE WOW-WOW, YO oh world
out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dad, being born in fucking cunt Toledo,
Ohio, USA-ESMWG, said it all and I’ll echo and reverberate his words from the
past right now on this whittle blog, “Holy Toledo”. Maybe if this was 1969
again, I may slightly alter this to, “Holy holly Toledo sleep-talkers”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesssssirrrrrrrr, he sure said some junk in his sleep when he was visiting the
apartment that my mom and I were residing in in early 1974. B4I go on with any
of this or any other junk here folks, let me tell you all that another prior
blogging hack or error (PBHE) for short; was when I said on my previous CHAPTER
0012 BLOG how the goddamn death weapon that the MISOE uses on me and others as
well, was killing me at my old age, not that it was ever some fucking cunt walk
on the beach at any age even as early as my thirties when this shit against me
all began. I spelled it accidentally or ‘whatever’ Congressman, not Andres but ‘ANDREWS’, another previous
Chapter-0012 fuck up folks. But yes peeps, I spelled the death weapon, the
HAVAVA instead of course of its proper name of the HAVANA as this was the place
there in Cuba where it became a news item and no longer was just the so called delusional
insanity of the Mountainpen-crackpot from New Jersey. Anyone out here can
Google up that fucking website of the WFMU-INTERNET RADIO system, “crackpots
from New Jersey”. Some of my sad story is all up on this site, YO!!! The
fucking MISOE HACKING ENEMIES are still at it, changing my page settings from the
HOME to the PAGE-LAYOUT page. This happened completely automatically folks. Most
of these hacks indeed fucking do, YO YO YO YO YO, and yes Michael McNulty-1971
Sir, “AHA-AHA0-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!! Weel weel fucking cunt ass funny huh Mizz Sheila Franklin Hair? HA-HA-HA, huh
lovely 1968 girl????????????????? My best to the Davis and the Gaines families,
lovely S.F. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-F!
Most of my
BEACH NIGHTMARES from bad and strange experiences, to the
weird and rotten peeps around me, fucking with me, and making my life miserable
24-7-365.24219; are all a part of the ‘RO’s’ of the Shadow Government. SPACE-BAR-HACKS
R going right off the mother fucking dials, people, YO!!!!!!!!! Again, RO stands for REGISTERED OPERATIVES, just as in the
great ‘GW’ television show’s episode at the finish of the original season. These
scum sucking jerk off pricks never ever stop fucking goddamn screwing with me,
and some of this bullshit began all the way back in the late 1960’s, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO ME’ FOLKS!!!! 3,385 words typed now, and it is already fucking quarter shy
of three of the clock on this afternoon from DOGTOWN, so I need to
wrap up my shit as I have some errands to go fucking on, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The
same peeps that sent scum bags to my job and told me in a darkened area that my
pants do not go all the way to my shoes directly after complaining about that
very same thing to my mom in our home in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG back in 1988
somewhere, are the same peeps who do all of these mother fucking things to me both
day and night, forever and goddamn ever!!!!!!!!! These peeps make me miserable at home, where
I work, where I go, at beaches, it never ever stops, and this is real, AND THEY
ARE MOTHER FUCKING REAL. They use noise against me when I am out
on errands or just out at a park or whatever. Remember peeps, the Ruby Ridge and the Branch
Davidians in Texas, and all of it when these scum ball trash ass fuckers used
noise against their foes as well, blaring HUUUUUUUUGE speakers with super loud
music at them day and night? I am naught making any of these
things up lovely Mizz 1983 BLAKE, mahm, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot be the only goddamn mother fucking victim of their aerial
assaults either, and I just wish to the fucking cunt goddess that
someone would contact me and help us form some type of an anti-persecution
group or club, or WHATEVER, ole’ pal
and later-2-become a Federal Congressman from Haddon Heights in New Jersey-USA,
Honorable Robert Andrews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus Katy
Christ; another quote of my wonderful and Latengrate pappy, oh
world, YO!!!!
I am not a leader,
despite my mommy always insisting that I am, and was; and just because she
observed the extremely weird phenomenon that other kids would always almost magically
follow me and copy shit that I did as a youngster, and with a clockwork
regularity. This was true, I deny it naught Mizz
Blake, but ‘I ain’t no leader’, to
say this in ghetto-style, YO. But there
really truly are some weird wild forces that surround me and thus effect the
entire people around me, seemingly endlessly in various ways throughout my
life, and even culture itself has managed to copy a lot of things in this very similar
manner. The things that I could actually get into here regarding this phenomenon
are beyond plentiful, way too numerous to even begin to tackle on this blog
right now. Things I know beyond any doubt whatsoever, such as interest in
artists when they were children, expanded dynamic ranges in musical recording,
isolation in general in sociological behaviors such as peeps today all being on
their island-universe smart-phone systems and tuning out the world, yet
magically connected into it in ways that defy logic and reason; and I could
literally move this list onward into practically infinity itself, me’ gwate
peeps out here, YO!!!!!!!!! Even the wild conspiracy theories all began from
exact shit spoken by me, and I cannot help but recognize exact phrases, concepts,
ideas, and on and on all of my damn life, decade after goddamn fucking decade. RO’s folks, are
nothing other than TYPe-3-EXPLORATRONS, or (T-3-E’s) for short. They
have absolutely and totally taken over the entire global power systems, without
exception, as there is no other possible rational or reasonable explanation that
could possibly exist here, in order to explain away properly, all that has been
going on, and especially since the mother fucking
RONALD REAGAN-ERA in time! This dude was most likely his absolute
HUUUUUUUUUGEST and most effective PUPPET IN LONG-TERM RECENT HISTORY OF THE PLANET!!!!!!!
They love to play games, just as all entities of the timeless PURGATORY have
this affinity. They do it so as to avoid what I call the Twilight Zone PIP
Syndrome, and not the episode with Sir Billy Mumy but the one with Sir
Sebastian Cabot, who also went onto play a few years later on, in that great
television show called, “Family Affair”. The criminal little shit head who got
shot by the city police and ended up in “The other place”, found out that
timeless anything, good or bad, is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this is the magic of
Purgatory’s great CAPITOL CITY of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Here, the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle is able to remove from any legitimate
city-registered entity who is there legitimately, the concept of endlessness
from our awareness, SHE actually takes it from us and for us, and thus our
human world religious and Christian concept that has become somewhat
mistranslated in its TRUE-MEANINGS, of Jesus taking the sins from us, so that
we can then enter the Kingdom of God. Without going on too far here,
and sidetracking the issue and point, out in the Purgatory beyond the six entrances
of SDK and the great Linelane systems leading in and out; we have many types of
Astral-Entities or PHASE-2-Purgatites. Phase-1 is the great SINGULARITY, and only
this is PHASE-1, and any and all things outside and beyond of this is the
creation of this ABSOLUTE GRAVITATION FORCE. Phase-3 are the Astral-Dreamers
who come into young little babies after they have been here between one and
seven months for the most part. Phase-4 are the astral
entities who try to cheat and come here but get lawtronically transposed into the
imaginations of the mystery writers and along those lines. Many of them
make it to that phase-level of ‘C-SQ division existence’ here immortal waking
life, and then some fewer of these entities do violate the LAWTRONICS, and managing to become the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. I will be discussing a lot more
along these lines. Believe THAT, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell you
why games are played in order to distract from the nightmare existence of
endless time-less-ness of PURGATORY, or the Astral Plane. I will tell you some
of the3-D geography of Purgatory, and how I used to ask Diana (Lightning) here
in mortal life back in the late 1980’s, to help me to “map out HER world”, and
how SHE has done just that by permitting some few precious memories of my true self
there (my soul if you will) with HER, in Ricktown, which is a place along the
great Astral Plane Linelane #9910. We have 10,000 provincial Linelane systems
there, as well as slightly over 30,000 inter-provincial ones too, that stretch
for quatoradecillions of Earth-Type miles in length going into far away
provinces that surround the great capitol province of Olympia in all 6
directions. Remember that the Purg is 3-D, and is not like life here on a
planet’s surface in waking mortal life in only 2-D with just N, S, E, and W for
4 directions. I will tell you also much it will totally leave you all half and maybe
completely goddamn mother fucking totally insaneB4I am all through here with
the BOM, YO YO YO MER’ BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! I will tell you all just why many things
are going down with all of us, but I won’t lie and tell you that I know it all,
as I don’t know it all, so let’s get that fucking bullshit straight right now
me’ wonderful Blogaudian folks out there!!!!!!!!! I will bet that the ICPE-APE
shit is behind this major hellishness on me recently, just as that goddamn
fucking governmental McCarthy house-speaker vote was B4 back the last that time
I was made 2 suffer with all of this death siege and TOTAL-DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT people; it is time for me to end
this blog now today, at half past three on this middle-late Wednesday
afternoon. “SOOOOOO”, “WEEEEEEEEEE”
END OF THIS GODDAMN TRANNY, YO GRANNY!!!!!!!
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