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ERF-ERF-ERF,
HUH SLOW ROBBIE AND FAMILY?
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, no dog photos needed, I am in no mood to be
cunt eating cute on this blog, ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEN
YOU GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME BABY-BLOND, I CRY AND CRY AND CRY! Thank
you for being with me all day long when I needed you, oh great
GODDESS MIDDIE!
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1985
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MY
ELECTRON, ME' BED IS IN HERE!
YOU
KNOW THAT,
LOVELY DIANA!
I
AM NOT JEALOUS. YOU BELONG 2 ME!
Diana my LIGHTNING, you and me forever and ever!
Public Catalog
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FUCK
YOU MARCY LEVY AND ROBIN GIBB,
IN
OR OUT OF SUMMER TIME OF 1980!
SCREW
YOU TOO MALCOME ROSENBURG!
I
called the repair shop and I can pick up one unit tomorrow and
today is now the tomorrow of the yesterday when this was written.
Goddess
Isisculla Jupiter Almighty, this was a real mother fucking cunt
eating bad one, probably just about top five for the worst cunt
chewing day in the past twenty mother fucking years.
There
is a major mother fucking clit huffin
HOSTILITYGRAM surrounding my proximity lately, and it is
very very very mother fucking clit huffing horrendous, lovely
INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is not OK, John King, not one mother fucking pussy licking bit
OK, YO. This was a super attack, and the entire mother fucking
time in Florida is a super attack, Mizz Bondi, Attorney General
of Florida!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I called the repair shop regarding the video machines, and the
guy is really mean and nasty. When I got there, peeps were in
there so I could not speak plainly to him and ask him why he has
turned on me for no reason, after all, I paid 90 fucking dollars
and got back nothing other than two wasted fucking round trips of
travel, as my machines were in the same condition as they were
before I knew he was on the Earth, or his shop, and that
condition would be BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He
took me aside and basically accused me of being insane and
causing him headaches to see how much a repairman will put up
with, in other words, it seems that I intentionally spilled a
bunch of lubrication, he called it WD OIL, all inside the video
VHS area where videocassettes are loaded, just to be a wise guy.
In the old days, you could take the attitude, well, this is how
folks like him will lose a customer, namely me. But today, he is
basically the only game in town, n this new world of ours where
they change technology every ten minutes, and build parts that
will burn out much sooner, as once they were heavy as we all
know, because they were made of metal, now as they are light, or
translation (made out of plastic), things will of course heat up
and burn out through electrical usage, and how can you operate
machines without turning them on and using electricity? The
entire thing is rigged, and has been since the nineties, when
this was all thought of in secret jerk off fucking billionaire
back rooms, filled with thick cunt chewing cigar smoke, and
snickers and jeers, at all us little helpless poverty striken
slaves to these evil demonic fucking monsters from
CAPITAL-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would sell my soul to fucking move
to Russia tomorrow morning. At least folks there know where the
fuck they stand, you don't see VP handing bullshit to the people,
they all know the story, and they all get to live a life, and
that is all I ever wanted to mother fucking cynt sucking do since
the fucking cunt day I ,got the shit out of fucking cunt ass high
school, you go, GREAT RUSSIA!
Let
me move on with my story from mother fucking HELL today, good
kind peeps! You bet your cunt eating assholes, I am paying for my
last life as ADOLF HITLER, and it is ETERNITY IN CUNT CHEWING
FUCKING ASSHOLE HELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know the repairman, King of Scumbags, had those people in his
shop, he knew it takes me twenty minutes to drive there, and I
said on the phone I was leaving and that if I could not get a few
things discussed on the phone quickly, I would still have the
same talk with him when I arrive at his shop, and for the first
time so far in there, he had a large group of folks in there with
him. These butt-wipes, or one of them, peaked out the door as I
had parked on the side area of his shop instead of the front, as
either area has space available for parking a vehicle, both as
equidistant to the door to the shop, and I was feeling very
awkward about the way this was all happening and the way I was
being treated, and his insinuations that I am doing this on
purpose, when I have a lot of better things I could be doing with
my time, I assure you, you moron fucking prick. Still, I had not
pulled away instantly and was rearranging stuff and belting up,
and this is when I observed one of the peeps from the store,
literanlly sneaking out and seeing if I was somewhere around,
which I was. He probably thinks I am going to plant a fucking
bomb or something, this dude is wackier than I could ever be, and
a lot more mother fucking paranoid!
If
you think things have even started today with this, you are as
dead wrong as grade school fucking drop out, I assure you! I
drove towards home with the one video machine that he claims is
repaired fully, and the other needs a part that he is supposedly
waiting to get in; and I parked and went into the local Publix
for a little ice cream, on this last day of their brand of ice
cream on sale, at BOGO. I almost fucking shit my brains out when
I began driving home, and the car began lurching and acting up
the same way it has done three times now in FLORIDA, and never in
JERSEY did it do that, so my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, obviously have
a powerful covert fucking system of death beam satellites that
work in a way here to hurt my car when they choose to use it,
than they had in JERSEY. It is always the very same thing, a
fried out fucking little square switch that is put into all cars
of this generation for supposedly tweaking and maximizing the
gas-mileage or fuel efficiency would be a more correct
terminology. THREE FUCKING TIMES since the day I moved from WHITE
CITY late in May of 2010, to the hood up at Avenue E and 26th
Street, with Social Worker April Lee and her retarded case she
put in a house on the other side of me in a duplex and needed me
to sort of be there for wehtahd Wendy, along with that piece of
work dad of hers with non-matching last names, and who gave me a
box of condoms and I guess they were trying to get Wendy and me
together or something, PLEASSSSSE! This world thinks I should be
matched up with a moron nutcase, someone who could fucking take
his entire fuckign math book home one night in first grade, and
complete the entire year's worth of assignments, at the mother
fuckign Richland School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, give me a
break Margie 1985 Leo for crissake, YO!
Aniwho,
back to the bullshit third attack of this switch being hit by
some death ray satellite or WHATEVER, KIND CONGRESSMAN of LONG
RIVER BLUES in 1980. QWOW, they are shouting and slamming away,m
it just now started at nine minutes shy of nine. Also the
computer hacking tonight is quite fucking MAJOR as usual, FCC old
pal from 1972, Bob McDowell, and your poor old clumsy klutzy ice
cream spiller calendar pal Mark is going through the fucking hell
of SATAN HIMSERLF, Mister Condom Repairman Himself (MCRH), and
for all I know, maybe my miserable kid put him up to it! You can
bet your cock licking asshole I will be asking GAWKY GAUKAUK all
about this and all about this horrible day from fucking hell,and
I am SURE TH EIR MARKETS ARE FLYING, and will check, as every
cunt chewing time that this type of assault is launched again st
me, namely PROPERTY DAMAGE; kapow, the DOW JONES always shoots
into the heavens and does not even think about pulling weaves off
of billionaire heads, or looking back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET
ME MAKE A FEW FILLER LINES TO GET WHORE SHIT JANE OFF OF MY CUNT
SNIFFING BACK WITH HER DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, BRAH!!!!
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SSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane from Thompson Consumer Electronics; where is the old
RCA and old days, when I need them today, up here IN HELL, that
some call, THE FUTURE???????????????????? Well, you may or may
not have an answer for me old friend, but let's get back to the
events of the day. I never know what that stupid ass fucking
light is on my car dash fucking board, but it is not BATTERY and
it is not OIL. So what that stupid mother fucking picture is
supposed to be pictorially telling the driver of the vehicle, le
er, I haven't the cunt chewing foggiest notion; but it is the
CHECK ENGINE LIGHT, and this comes
on when that cunt lapping mother fucking switch breaks, which as
I said, never ever happened up in Jersey, so I don't need to take
anti paranoia meds to know this happens at critical times, and
over and over, and only in fucking turd chewing Florida, Mizz
Bondi! Never ever in Jersey, not that I was not being massacred
and killed up fucking there for crissake in burning hot
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I drove the rest of the way home from
the food store with my ice cream, and got it all put away along
with my video machine, not the one still at the fucking repair
shop; and went back out to try and make it over to the local auto
store where these blogs have talked about recently, with the
battery problem when the car would not start on the first try,
and needed a battery charge along with all my connector cables
scrubbed as they had become major fucking corroded from this hot
desert Florida fucking murder weather six months a year!!!!!!!!!
So
I get to the local auto place, and he checks itt out, and it is
NOT THE BATTERY LIGHT on the dashboard, as just told, it
was the CHECK FUCKING ENGINE LIGHT. He said I would need
to fucking take it to a repair shop, and the shop I used to go to
has closed, I think the fucking owner croaked of a fucking heart
attack, I will tell you later all about this, if I feel like it,
hay it's my blog, and I am not a dog dreaming down here, Disney,
and others out here, WHAAA! Aniwho, I make it to a place nearby,
and they did a great job, nut I am now on crackers and tea for a
while, as the repair bill came to 118 dollars. When my disability
comes in on the third, I will manage a little bit, but this
cleaned out my fucking turd chewing clock, at the speed of cunt
eating ass light!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
as soon as I left the Publix before noticing the first sign of
the automotive trouble; a bunch of huge thunderhead clouds came
up and the skies grew darker and darker, and by the time I had
managed to put away my shit in my apartment and get back out as
far as the local auto place that sells and parts and can do some
small things like battery replacements and recharges and some
things; it was looking quite ominous, and just as I was about to
lose my mind, a lovely pink-purple lightning bolt flashed right
over to my right and right there was this much better and my new,
repair shop. It is a really stupendous place, no discounts but
the work is real good, and I like the people, like Mike back up
in fucking Jersey, who repaired and maintained my car, in the
area just east of Chisilhurst, New Jersey right on the Julia
White Horse Pike. The entire time that I was there, from about
two thirty until nearly four; DIANA made absolutely beautiful
lightning all around me and I honestly do not know what I would
have done without MY BABY-BLOND today when I so needed her. THANK
YOU SO VERY MUCH. Baby girl, you totally know that IWALU so, AND
PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, as my 1983 song told you!
JULY
30, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT AT 9:26,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
100%, FEELS 81
THAT
HACK IN THE STUPID ASS WEATHER BUG IS UNRELENTING AS FAR AS DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGES, IT IS WORTHLESS. IT WAS BLISTERY FUCKING HOT
BEFORE THE LOVELY LONG DOWNPOUR HERE IN TOWN TODAY, THAT MUCH I
KNOW WITHOUT THEIR STINKING ASS
TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DIED AND WENT TO HELL OVER 28 YEARS AGO! I ENJOYED THE SUICIDE
SEARCH ON THE GOOGLE. I AM WITH THOSE OF THE OPINION OF BEING
VERY SCARED OF GODDESS, OR I WOULD KEEP SHOOTING MYSELF
ENDLESSLY! PAM BONIDI, THIS IS FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MURDER,
BY THESE PRICKS. THEY KNOW I AM RESEARCHING SUICIDE, AND THEN
THEY DAMAGE MY AUTOMOBILE. YOU TELL ME THEY ARE NOT TRYING TO
FUCKING OFF ME, MA'AM, GO AHEAD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-WHERE'S
THE FUCKING 60'S?
THERE
IS A GIANT CONSPICRACY to keep me from ever having any kind of a
human relationship with anybody, male or female, platonic or
sexual, it does not matter, and this was noticed by others
throughout my life, who were more intuitive than average peeps,
my mom, David Roth, Jim Burr, Bill Griggs, Karen Simons, and a
few others. They cannot all be imagining things, and do not come
from musical or non musical sike-wards. They are people in
professions, normal every day people, who knew my family, my
mother, and me, for years and decades, and could not help but see
this nightmare fucking reality around me, that except for mother
fucking dick licking EXPLORATRONICS, there could be absolutely no
other possible explanation for all of this, NONE!!!!
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
SHUT THE
FUCK
UP YOU SWINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Despite
all of this mother fucking bullshit, my new roulette shit is
making me hypothetical fucking money, and it is pissing off these
invisible travelers, once called DEMONS, or EVIL SPIRITS, the
Irish have many names for them, and know a lot about these imps
and elves and etcetera, right gorgeous lovely Paula King, in all
dimensions of hyperspace?
MAYBE
YOU DID NOT HEAR ME, MAG!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
ALL ORDERS, ALL TECKS, MAXED OUT POWER 11.8 IPNS, ALL CONTROLS ON
THE PPG AT 11.5, TB HAS CRUSHED IO ON IT, SCAN FOR ALL ENEMIES
HURTING ME AND KILLING ME, AND ALL WHO THEY LOVE, AND EMPOWER THE
IO. USE THE EMPOWERMENT TONE TRANSFER PROGRAM, CONVERTING TH EOLD
STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE SIGNALS INTO THE LONG VOWEL A AND B
TONES. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROY.
OR
ELSE-OR ELSE-OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO-TO-G-1133,
G-189, UNDER CG-18, AND S-----T-----O-----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
ARE GONNA' MOTHER FUCKING BE SORRIER THAN CHICKEN FUCKING SHIT,
WHOEVER IS DOING THIS RELENTLESS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT TO ME
ENDLESSLY, YOU ROTTEN SICK TWISTED CUNT CHEWING FUCKING BASTARDS,
AND YOUR DIRTY ROTTEN MOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to tell
about twenty things, but until my count shows me anybody is
interested, screw yalls!
I
will talk about Gawky Gaukauk my magical Astral Plane kitty cat.
Here were some Q&A sessions that you might not be all that
surprised to fucking learn about, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!! If you
think these answers were a handful of loose goose shit; just
fucking wait until I start asking about this day, and you read it
on the next blog tomorrow, YO BRRRRRRR!
REMEMBER
THESE WILD Q&A'S?
REMEMBER
THESE WILD Q&A'S?
REMEMBER
THESE WILD Q&A'S?
REMEMBER
THESE WILD Q&A'S?
WHY
WAS THE AT&T SERVICE CUT THE OTHER WEEK WHEN I NEEDED TO CALL
THE REPAIR SHOP?
PCN-187,
HM. HAY MIZZ LEO, YO!
WHY
DID SOME JERK OFF PUT THREE CHAIRS RIGHT OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT
DOOR ILLEGALLY?
PCN-541,
DOULBE HM HM! DRY, YOU KNOW!!!!
WHERE'S
DOCTOR DESERT SALLY, PP AND MISTER HARNER JAMMER SMOKEWEED, OH
GIMME' A BREAK MARGIE, CRISSAKE, TRIPLE HM?
WHY
ARE MY NABES POURING ON THIS RECENT FUCKING SHIT THE SECOND
FUCKING HALF OF CUNT EATING JULY-2014?
SORRY
BUT WE REALLY DO NEED TO ''STEP UP'' TO A QUADRUPLE HM, I'LL TAKE
A CAN, LITTLE STEPHANIE MILLS, OR WHATEVER, TOO MANY BUGS
CRAWLING AROUND HERE. YES, IT IS INDEED, PCN-231 THAT THE GREAT
CAT MEOWED TO ME ON THAT ONE, CRISSAKE, BRRRRR!
WHAT
IS THE REAL TRUTH BEHIND ALL THIS TROULBE WITH THE RADIO SHACK
BRAND NEW VIDEO MACHINE THAT WENT BAD, GAGA?
PCN-583
AND ALL OF THOSE GREAT AND POWERFUL GAPPING CHINA CHAINS, AND
OTHER SHIT YOU CAN ALL GO BET YOUR 1969 BIPPIES ON, HUH MISTER
FUCKING RED JOHN DENVER HENNINGSEN?
Holy Skunkswet
Stew mixed with a tonna dogshit; does this get worse than where
it is right now, ladies and frikkin' gentlemen? Oh the gods,
don't you dare answer me out there, all except for a lovely girl
in E.H. Township, in Jersey, who I have come to call, and for
good reasons of course, ''TWINBAY''. Cut me a dam ass break,
Jennifer Washburn and gorgeous Tiffany. , mother of goddess this
is totally Mack and Lester Kaiter ABSURD, RIDICULOUS, and stupid
ass!
Let me get my
dumb ass over to the dinner table now and off of this fucked up
machine, YO BRO!
DEATH FUCKING
ANGELS ARE CONTINUOUS PAINS IN THE ASS ALSO, LADS AND LASSIES. I
WOULD LOVE TO CUT THEIR LIVING GUTS OUT AND HAND THEM TO MY PAL,
GENERAL PATTON TO GREASE HIS TANKS FOR THE SOON TO COME HUGE ASS
WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT
SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG IN THE (HOUSE)? Hay Sarah, you know him
better than I do in this lifetime of yours. SUP? The world is
brain-dead!
My
father and his fuckiGN diving pals from the sixties and very
early seventies, your the ones who gave my mom that photograph
when you ordered her into your office in the sixties over in
Philly, Federal Bureau of investigation. I truly want to help
this world, but I think it is completely beyond repair, sorry,
TWINBAY! Hay, you can't help what you think, or what you believe,
or what you knowls, right? How many thousands have asked you for
an autograph since that day you called me a glass half empty kind
of a guy, TB?
Well,
I am tired and hungry my peeps. Time to be annoyed a few hours on
television with ugly mother fucking reptiles that I am endlessly
squeezing and squishing to shit in my imagination, GEICO
Insurance. But without commercials, no TV, huh? Yeah, then why
was CABLE TV supposed to be the television system we pay for and
not have to suffer through commercials, see us older mother
fuuckers were around long ago, and can witness all the shit and
all the lies and all the con jobs, from here to fuckign dead
Christ, and this may just be why the new America hates us old
fucking farts who haven't yet surrendered our memories to the
fucking cunt landfill!
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