MORIANITY
2
JWC2,
DAY 00010, BLOG-B
2:24
PM-EST IN FORT PIERCE BOTBAR FLORIDA
MY
DIRT BAG NEIGHBORS ARE FEROCIOUS AND EVIL
At
about ten minutes past two, on this mother fucking afternoon, I was
awakened from a nap, by a tremendous horrific group of uncouth and
extremely loud sounds emanating from at least two or three of these
sicko trash two legged roaches over there, super loud hall shouting,
doors slamming, after a weekend of much quieter conditions. Now I
realize it is New Years Eve Day, but this is fucking cunt absurd
times twenty three thousand.
The
skies are quiet, all though yesterday over at Mike Patterson's
beach-house, a plane that was very loud and very low, was dogging me
while I was there, and we were working on our project. I am unable to
get more than two fucking days straight of NON-BOTBAR DAYS any more,
and this condition began in November sometime, making this a brand
new set of really super fucked up magnetics for me, that if does not
change, I will need to drive out of here, and straight out of this
evil empire, and straight into Mexico, and lever mother fucking look
back. I cannot exist at my old age, living between 60-70 percent
mother fucking SUPER ass FUCKING BOTBAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It does appear, and no
one onjut here can mother fucking deny this, that every single cunt
eating time that I do a blog, late at night or after midnight
anytime, that the next day always follows with a fucking ass NEIGHBOR
ASSAULT. They are
either 'TOLD'
or else they are seemingly 'MIND-CONTROLLED',
influenced or paid off, but either way, by the MILI-2-FORCE, TO DO
THIS ATTACK ON ME, AND WRECK MY DAY, every single fucking ass time,
YO!Also, when these bastards all come here to that apartment, and
according to Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto, ILLEGALLY, it is a
matter of a fairly short duration before loud thumping noise-music
begins, despite them being told, supposedly anyway, they they cannot
blare that powerful big subwoofer that they all brought in here last
September. So far however, so good, no noise that shakes my walls and
breaks my nerves, as it would any non-lobotomized normal person from
my times and days. I am happy not to be a part of this totally insane
and totally ill and twisted new world, new society, and NEW
WORLD DISORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
thing that has ruined my day besides these cock chewing nabes from
fucking hell, is a bill I got when I was out visiting Mikey
yesterday, and opened it after I was awake from this horrendous
attack of noise. It must be a mistake, but it is from my HMO, that
says I will need to pay $110.00 for my last office visit, and the
doctor is away until Wednesday, vacationing for the
helliday-holidays, so I must wait until then to find out what this
total bullshit is all about. I was promised that this HMO covers shit
fully with him, and have no plans whatsoever to pay it, and my credit
is all ready totally fucking shot, thanks to THAT FAMILY of abducted
nightmare washcloth lungs from 1970, who knows, maybe ten other
rotten things will all happen today, but in any event, here we go
again, with another mother fucking major ass BOTBAR X ONE, and the
calendar of DECEMER of 2012, is so filled up with 'B' letters circled
twice, that it looks more like my daughter's Honey Bee Club, than a
page on a frikkin calendar. Slam, Slam,, Boom, it is now 2:55, and it
is still ongoing, but without the loud sub-woofers, so
far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get
my disability money on the third, and sit here without an extra drop
of gasoline until Thursday, which is January the third of
twenty-thirteen. Hence, I can go nowhere, and who would walk around a
hood like this place, and tan-less, not me, and they tell me that
saying this makes me a racist, I say it is just honesty, Mister Wolf,
let's see you and Trump and all of your trashy and high faulting
friends go out around here, and walk around alone. I triple fagot dog
dare any of you. I might ever come and visit you at the local
Lawnwood Regional Hospital, if for no other reason other than to
fucking just gloat, YO
DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me play some
roulette, and I'll come back and give you the results, YO DOGS, WOLF
WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
it's fucking time to talk about the United States of America and its
federal government's very favorite subject, YO; STATISTICS, JUST
GOING BACK TO AFTER THE END OF LAST JULY, to keep shit short, sweet,
and simple, BRO!
You
have heard me discuss the statistical technology of using what is not
new or made up by me, in its raw concept, parallel event, merely this
exact name given is mine ®, and I do officially claim it. The Star
Trek-TNG peeps, used the term, correlation of event, or some other
similar term, and there are tens if not over one hundred others, I'm
quite sure, but PE, and applying it with a purpose, goal, and motive,
that is APE or Applied Parallel Event, and THAT, is my own registered
words, as is also, from a very similar type of statistical
technology, the combination words of MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, OR MP for
short, APE, and MP are my own exact titles, and they take some things
that all ready always existed in life and its interactive
surroundings, only it also seems to have incorporated, some almost
esoteric additional feature, into the otherwise all reading existing,
basic type of statistical reality and even, technology. Before we get
into this, I was cremated with the HOUSE-VIG or the green numbers of
zero-double zero, and still quit ahead of the game, took my paper
win, and left the paper casino, despite a despicable attack, AGAIN,
by the wonderful and so blessed, ''WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE'',
OR IN GOOD OLD CHEMTRAIL
LINGO, PERHAPS PRONOUNCED AS THE ALL LOUSY MIGHTY,
''KILL-A-BLUE-SOURCE'', AFTER-ALL, IT RHYMES, AND IT MAKES PERFECT
FUCKING SENSE, and I need not get my daughter's all mighty
permission, to blog it, not that that will guarantee another shot
back to me about my fibbing lyrics, only they tell the truth, and she
knows it, so let her be the sixteen year old that she always will be,
and see if I could care in the least. Now before we get into the
statistical stuff, yes, I lost four units on the green house vig, but
made seven units and did not lose any units back to the regular
system, so 7 units won minus the vig of 4 units lost, and I decided
to get out of the situation three units up and ahead of the dam ass
game, YO, and on a very bad and BOTBAR day of pummeling and assault
by my WOMO-M2F enemies. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!
But I also did one other thing besides play a SYSTEMS-ROULETTE game,
oh yes sir/mahm; I asked my kitty cat, GAGA, just exactly WHY I fell
under this HORRENDOUS and MONSTROUS, EVIL FUCKING ATTACK; FROM THESE
NABE FILTH BAG SCUM SNAKES, AT ABOUT TEN MINUTES PAST TWO OF THE
CLOCK, THIS DISASTER-NOON; AND WAS GIVEN THE PCN OF '725'. Now
PCN-725
has some real interesting words and combinations of phrases and word
groupings, that really make me sit up and take notice, not that all
of my answers do not totally make sense to me and the query that I
asked of the GAWNUM, but this one really ices up the cake real thick
and yummy, so I'm saving a nice big slice for lovely Ashley Tinsdale
and her musical friends from high school and war coward ambulance
drivers!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, here is my MATCH-BOOK ITEM
LIST, for PCN-725, in its frikkin entirety, slam-boom, bang, holler:
VERSION----SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL----THE VOID----TWO THOUSAND EIGHT----KRASSLE
SANG----FLORIDA----CURLY CAREY EINSTEIN
MESSAGE-------------------------------------------------------
It
really jumps out at you like fifteen sore teeth all throbbing in
excruciating indescribable agony times ten to the power of eighteen.
I mean it all does, if you were me, and understood as I do, my life
in its entirety, or as best as can be expected for a flesh and blood
human aniwho; but that one thing at the end, I mean come on, just
look at it now, and then take Einstein's initials out of the last
name, and without any old songs, thrown shoes, treadmills, talking
dogs, or anything else, we can hear the song clear as day from 1986,
called, “Real Good girl”. Still, all her teenaged pretty curls
notwithstanding here, now go the first of the two words, 'curly'. To
change this nickname when I did not use the other one, “MY”, just
simply take the letters where Einstein's initials would be, CURLY,
and what does this name change into, and does that little message to
me in 2008 with that cool music project that she did about his world
famous relativity formula, not spring into mind real quickly? Simply
take the RED LETTERS, and transpose them to Einstein's initials, and
as she told me, I got her message, but I got it, to quote her on her
2008 website, “TOO
LATE”.
Things
like this are simple for the All Mighty Scylla to figure out and
engineer, and I've learned that there's nothing that she cannot do,
other than without the initials in there at all, maybe get real sad,
which is the last thing that I ever want for my wonderful kid. Now we
can get down to cases with the statistics, with the subject of my
BOTBAR DAYS, beginning just as far back as August, when an all ready
wicked demonic year, was turning even deadlier and as the Youtube
society may put it, the hellishness around me began going fucking
viral!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First,
with no mathematics performed yet, here is the total monthly count of
my BOTBARS, from months August through December; as this day is the
end of December, and is all ready BOTBAR, and done and over, and
closed out until New Years Day in the starting of the eight teen
years of the twenty-first century, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
AUGUST---TOTAL
OF BOTBAR DAYS--------------10
SEPTEMBER---TOTAL
OF BOTBAR DAYS--------07
OCTOBER---TOTAL
OF BOTBAR DAYS------------13
NOVEMBER---TOTAL
OF BOTBAR DAYS---------10
DECEMBER---TOTAL
OF BOTBAR DAYS----------19
Now
first of all, a moron child with a fucking shoe sized intelligence
quotient times five, tops; can see perfectly well, that things were
bad a while, and yet this last 2012 month, they skyrocketed from bad
to beyond fucking hellishness cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For a
quick example, the actual 12/2012 Botbar MP (Magnetic Percentage) or
10 times 100 divided by day total of 31, is close to double, the
average of the preceding mother fucking four months of
08/2012-11/2012, let me frikkin do the frikkin ass math for you, YO!
These
are the similar ways in which our great federal government keeps
tracks of their eleven main national leading indexes and indicators
of the American economical situation and conditions, perhaps they use
varying methodologies, but it all leads to very similar analytical
results that can go on to be graphed, charted, and carefully examined
and scrutinized by real data experts.
OK,
so let us begin to play, shall we good peeps, YO? The Magnetic
Percentage for BOTBAR from August through November, rounded off to
nearest decimals, is August-32%, September-23%, October-42%,
November-33%. Adding these four numbers and then dividing this total
by four, gives us the average, as we all learned, or should have,
back around third or fourth frikkin grade
somewhere,YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This comes to a rounded off
32.5% for the months of August through November 'MPB' or (Magnetic
Percentage for Botbar)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we
take the MPB for the month of DECEMBER, TWENTY-TWELVE, and WOW, WOW,
and mister Trump-Macy, Crissake All mighty and YO, it is a whopping
Presidential WHOPPER number of nightmare and personal catastrophic
proportions. It is 61%-MPB. Yes, shifting those old RPL-Doctor gears
here of a quick second folks, holler, holler, slam, bang, boom; you
uncouth pricks from across the fucking hallway, here at my Public
Housing Building at 601 Avenue B, here in Fort frikkin Pierce,
Florida, YO, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For
those interested on the procedure used for getting MPB numbers, it is
not rocket science. It is the total amount of BOTBAR DAYS in the
month, times 100, and then divided by the days of that month, then
rounded off to the nearest decimal for a magnetic percentage number.
Still, I then took the average of these four previous to 12-2012
months of August through November, which came to a rounded off 32.5%,
and compared this four month moving average to the current month of
12-2012, and that is 61 minus 32.5, or an absurd and totally
Kateydeeeeeequlous non mini-Viqueen amount, of difference worse, of
28.5%. This tells me that December of 2012 was almost thirty cunt
lapping percent worse than the four month sliding or moving-average,
of this personal mathematical scale, used here; or said real
parochially, things suddenly, as bad as shit was since the
middle-late summer time, have 'WALMART SUDDENLY' become far far
dangerously fucking WORSE FOR ME; and the math numbers do not know
how to fucking tell lies. It is right there in black and white, on
paper, on Einstein's non crying chalk boards; or anywhere else that
you may wish to do, and write these calculations down; and later, as
I once did many years back in frikkin time; even go as far as to
carefully graph and chart them, on both line and bar charts. I never
needed the pie type, as rarely was I doing comparative sectional
graphics, where they are more prevalently frikkin used. So hello to
you too out there, NSA, FBI, CIA, and all my agent pals, as you can
see that the great MILITUFORCE, who you guys and gals all fear as
well and know we all must just shut up about it for fear of the JOE
PAGET SYNDROME, or War of the Worlds Syndrome, whatever,
we all know that normal folks just could never handle any of these
truths, and they absolutely MUST see these blogs as laughable and
written by a crazy man, only you peeps out there, YOU KNOW FRIKKIN
BETTER, DUDES AND DUDDESSES, YO!!! WHAAAA!!
I
am going to end this and hang up now on Sarah Krassle's magical
yellow telephone, and make my payment to the bridge troll, and wave
to the magic peeps in the wild train that rides over the great river.
Talk about the expansion of feeling sensory, SHEEEEEEEEEIT, pretend
this is the twelfth of July of 2003, and just don't get me going
here, Mizz Eckert Pharmaceutical employee, with the non Lee teenaged
fake nail makeup. Oh well, the entire song, YBCO is fake techno-pop,
except for the intro part which is where the vocals were computer
sampled from, and this was just a quick cheap scratch copy, YO. So
let me sign off and post up, for now, this day, this month, this
year, this century, this millennium, this lifetime, this fucking
entire eternity, is totally SHOT as far as I am concerned,
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
ENDING
FOR RIGHT NOW, but Arnie muscles, look for a lot more, as you of all
folks know, that “I'LL BE BAAKK”!!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY-2
(MASTER COPY FOR CAPPING)
TWO
YOUTUBE LINKS OF DECEMBER TWENTY TWELVE
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog, and click the
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555; and scroll down until the page comes up
with the words to the song, YO.
Oh
boy, here comes the sub-woofers, let us see how bad this gets folks,
as 911 is a call away, and I do have a working telephone.
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