ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 021
My mother fucking ghost
has become a cunt sucking poltergeist. A
few minutes ago at exactly 48 minutes past midnight, on this day of
fucking cunt doom; I went into my cunt chewing kitchen to remove an
already half drank soda from my fridge, and did not turn the light to
the kitchen on. The second I closed my fridge to put try and put the
soda down on the cabinet next to the fridge, opposite those across
the room near the sink; a red plastic fucking plate fell down from a
high shelf above the area, that had been sitting there for a mother
fucking month with no problem at all. There was no Earthly cunt
chewing reason for that thing to come flying down, strike my hand,
and knock the soda can out of my hand and spill the remainder of what
I was about to place in a glass of ice to have. Instead,
I had a nasty spill, and a fuckiGN cunt kitchen floor to mop up and
scrub clean. 1986 all over again; huh cock licking AMERICAN
APPLIANCES on the BLACK HORSE PIKE in Mount Ephraim, New
Jersey, back in 1986? SILLY ME, I
THOUGHT THAT 28 FUCKING YEARS HAD TICKED BY, GUESS I WAS WRONG, NO
WAIT; wasn't it me who has been correct all along, Misses mother
fucking Marola?
YOU'RE ABOUT AS FUCKING CUNT
LAPPING ASS FUNNY, SATAN YOU ASSHOLE; AS
SHIT ON CUNT CHEWING STEROIDS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone out here needs to be afraid of the proper people, and I am
not of those people, I am a mere innocent fucking pathetic cunt
chewing victim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rubber Hoses did you
say, Detective Lenny Briscoe? I need a bucket to cool off, DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB and gang. That's what the fucking
shit I god dam ass need.
Anyone anywhere who is not guilty of making my life
hell and working with the god of this world and the god of this age,
Lenny McKinnon in his new persona and lifetime, has nothing
whatsoever to fear from me. Only those injuring me need to worry.
Anyone who does not believe in justice, is a fuckiGN fool. But anyone
who follows the ancient gods that demanded innocent blood sacrifices,
they are all just varying ranking officers in
SATANS FUCKING ARMY!!!!
First, you know I am going to post this up, I have
to, because I have indeed told you all over and over, that as long as
this evil fucking shit force has me to wipe out and monstrously
persecute, the DOW JONES will endlessly fly up and up and up and up
and up forever and ever and ever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They may take their profits and only the one percent world owner
fortune 500 connected peeps all know when that will be each time, and
then they just re-buy again and again, and harass the fucking shit
out of poor old MARK WAYNE MOHR, and make another 50 billion and
another and another!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
SEPTEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000, and by; hay, who
the fuck knows the exact shit other than for those who are
controlling it? But I do know it will
never go down and stay down, and that
they will endlessly use me to get it on bullish rolls; as this
has been going on ever since 28 years fucking
cunt ago, on THIS VERY CUNT SUCKING
MOTHER FUCKING DAY.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
HA
HA HA, THEY TRIED TO FUCK UP THE BLOG, AND I MANAGED TO UNDO THE SHIT
WITH THE UNDO CLICK, AFTER SOME PAIN STAKING FUCKIGN CUNT EFFORT.
AUGUST
15, 2014,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 1:21,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY'S
DAILY RANGE: HIGH-95/LOW-75
HUMIDITY
CURRENTLY IS 88%, IT FEELS 90 DEGREES.
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this
(doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever
could be told!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
chocking condition as you know came on me suddenly at 10:30 Post
Meridian, the night of 4 June, in 1983, while I was residing in a
rental split level home on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG. Because these mother fuckiers insist on legally commiting
murder and killing me by taking away my medications, Mizz Bondi,
Attorney General; MAJOR SECRETS WILL ALL COME OUT, FIRST TO THE
DEPARTMENT OF VITAL STATISTICS, THEN I AM HEADING TO THE NYU BEFORE
THEY CAN KILL ME, AND BRING A LOT OF PROOF
OF WHAT COUSIN DONALD SUSPECTED ABOUT ME ALL ALONG, THAT I WAS, AND
AM, A TRAVELER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what your wonderful Project Bluebook has been covering up since it
shut down operations in December of 1969,
at the exact time contact was made directly with me
by
the Almighty Goddess of this universe and beyond,
the
GREAT SARAH JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
Before
I move on, here are a few things from Wednesday, when I told you
dozens of shitty things all happened and slammed into me, but the
protection mechanism of the 'VSG' Syndrome, protected my mind by
allowing me to cool off, and forget it all, until enough time lapsed
for me to calm the fucking shitass Christ
down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
PUNKWEEDS SLUTWHORE JUST GOT ME WITH HER PAGE CUNT CHEWING ELEVEN OF
ELEVEN, LADS AND LASSIES, I WILL NEED TO CUNT PHLEGM RAPE
(COMPENSATE)!!!!!!!!
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OK
peeps, that is taken fucking care of, still, the damage is always
done and there is no way to get around that, not even by landing
transdimensional seaplanes into yacht clubs and getting locked up by
old Uncle-Cuzz snoots himself, or his 'ghost' perhaps, Sir GOZZWALD
of Babylon the Great, wow; I may just get Trumped by the Mark of the
beast from the east; David Charles Roth; me' ol' frikkin' buddy, ol'
pal. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Well,
here are a few more things that went down back after leaving Dock
Probs-2 back on cunt chewing Wednesday afternoon, YO. First, I fucked
up, I meant to say a few blogs ago that I was driving to not from, my
eye doctor FROM, not to, my asshole doctor. This was because the
poltergeist obviously was in my car and busted the glasses, and if
this shit does not fuckiGN stop, I will tell a lot of PEE Senior's
big secrets, you IMP, so read this from behind me on my cunt lapping
computer screen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
I went to the vision care place,
and they were nice to me, and repaired the shit free of charge. This
was the only OK part of the entire nightmare day,
that when I got home to what I thought was a huge party going on, was
actually, some extremely noisy movers bringing shit up to a nearby
apartment; and you all know movers, they holler and slam doors, this
is typical shit, not shit done intentionally to me, even I know this
and am not that fucking cunt paranoid, DOCK PROBS-2!
From
here I hit the Good will, and you know how the lady would not take
two minutes to help me find something, that was blogged. I found it
by asking three different peeps who work there until one really knew
her ass from a hole in the dam ass ground and showed me exactly where
to go to find exactly what I needed to get, TEE HEE HEE
LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I went to Publix for a few items and a
few ice cream boxes, and then I began to drive home, when POW, my
fucking cunt eating trunk popped open for no good reason, again, that
cunt chewing fuckiGN poltergeist, what the shit hell else could it
be? Then this little twisted pile of diseased dead dog shit thought
it funny to do something to the head of my cunt chewing fuckiGN
prick. All guts know about the occasional time when you go to take a
fuckiGN cunt piss and it comes out split and you have to pull back
from going until you can fix your dam dick so it pisses out
correctly. Well, this fucking little demon mother fucker somehow
screwed with me and made it come out in six different directions, and
it produced the perfect fucking mirage of going normally when you
have bad eyes and not always are wearing glasses just to go and
fucking piss in the can. After ten seconds, I realize I am pissing
all over the mother fucking floor. I had a ten minute major clean up,
and disinfectant job, to then deal fucking shit eating with; lads
and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AND IT LITERALLTY WENT ON LIKE THIS,
ALL CUNT CHEWING DAY. I could feel this presence in the cunt lapping
fuckiGN doctor's office too. I know I went into his office in sort of
a rammy mood because for two years he has had an attitude with me,
and I knew it, and guess what, I FOUND OUT I WAS NOT DREAMING IT UP
OR BEING 'FUCKIGN' CUNT PARANOID, AM I RIGHT PEOPLE??????????????
The (FUCKIGN-HACK) is on a roll, Bob McDowell, my pal!!!!
Oh
Christ Almighty, this is going to be the most horrible mother fucking
year since 28 years ago, and notice a powerful fuckiGN weird
coincidental fuckiGN reality here, my people, YO! 1986 was 14 years
before the great MISSES MAROLA AND HER YEAR 2000 SHIT, and then 2014
is 14 years after the great MISSES MAROLA AND HER YEAR 2000
SHITsapookna, YEAH MICROSUCKS, LETS KEEP THE OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY
BIBLE ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING ON PLANET HAL LINDSEY EARTHquakes,
AND YES, I WARNED FOLKS THAT A LOT OF SHIT WOULD COME, AND THEY JUST
GO RIGHT ON FUCKING PERSECUTING ME, GREAT AND POWERFUL MOTHER FUCKING
MICROSOFT CORPORATION. Holy hot snowballs in August, you are reading:
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
021, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday, and
with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking no laws,
and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have been on since July
of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL 'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME SINCE TH EDEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO
PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO BEGIN WITRH, DOCTOR FRANK ADDIEGO OF
WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY
GALAXY (WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the
doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath you all
took”, you would have needed to be there to witness the major
hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world owners trying to
covertly destroy and kill anyone such as myself who knows all about
them or way too much about shit in their opinion; basically, it is
torment and torture and borrowed mother fucking time until the end,
and when the end comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as
triple shit, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
Tahren-tee it too;
and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this cunt
chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George
sir?????????????????????
Reality-3
is not an easy philosophy to even try to unravel. I totally guarantee
that, people, but let us start tackling the problem just a bit, here
and now, shall we? First as a reminder, this is the force that lies
invisibly somehow somewhere and by something; behind the great Cosmic
Oz-Curtains (COC). It somehow, if it is real to start with, not
that anything is real, but we need not go here right now
again, on this blog; is the 'THIRD-THING' that the other two more
visible items would all evolve out from; that are being paired
together, in some attempt to see if there is any kind of permanent
fixed parallel-event, to these two items. In other words, take
something that really is existing and has changed my entire life
turning it into nightmare-toast-city, ever since August 15, 1986, the
parallel of, ME UP, and the DOW
JONES DOWN, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES
BASEBALL CLUB UP, and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN; as well
as the exact opposite of this parallel-event with these four
items, being, ME DOWN, and the DOW
JONES UP, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES
BASEBALL CLUB DOWN, and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB UP. You can translate
UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows: DOWN=LOSING,
and UP=WINNING.
The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning,
unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not
part of the lesson today on this blog. So using this parallel-event
that is between me and these three items that these blogs have
discussed in no uncertain terms for nearly nine full years now, good
folks; let me move on from here. One can take but two positions as to
the mechanics that could potentially lay behind or somehow cleverly
or maybe not cleverly; but definitely, underneath the items to be
compared in a parallel. One position is that either by magic or some
strange merely existing non intentionally and uncreated in any way
reality, that lays behind the parallel event; is of any consequence
in any long run truth. The other position is that there is a
THIRD-THING-HAPPENING or a TTH, just as was and has been talked
about, way back when all of these blogs were brand spanking new, in
early 2006, and off and on, since that time. One thing needs be
opened up in a reiteration, and then I'll take us even further along
than any time in the past. I have discussed both VISIBLE as well as
INVISIBLE PARALLEL-EVENTS. The visible kind would be every time any
person gets into a serious physical accident, a fall, a sports
accident, an auto crash, the list is endless; how many times as a
result of this, does the person get at least somewhat hurt verses how
many times they do not get hurt at all? The results would rack up a
powerfully strong parallel event of maybe 1,000:1, maybe 500:1, hell
maybe 7,000:1, maybe always, maybe never, depending on the threshold
set by the experimentation team, but one thing is for sure, and that
is, this would be classified as a VISIBLE PARALLEL EVENT. Another
visible one is, how many times after going into a real tough biker
bar; some puny little dude walks in, and starts trouble, calling mean
names to the bikers, and their women, and then starting to walk
outside; does he get out to the parking lot and is able to walk to
his car and get out without a lot of pain and suffering as a result?
Forget the actual parallel event ratio, my point is that these two
parallel events are called VISIBLE ones. Now the invisible ones, at
least on their surface, would be the two that most of my long time
followers know perfectly well about before I even type them in here.
After every RED and ODD roulette number
at any roulette table you walk randomly up to, do
more HIGH 19-36 numbers follow on the following spin,
verses more LOW 1-18 numbers follow on
the following spin? There is no set
rule, however, in roulette; pairing off two outside bet grouping bets
against the remaining third group on the following spin; will have
short term times when major parallel events of one 50-50 outcome over
another 50-50 outcome, do present themselves into reality, at any
table. Maybe only one out of the total of twelve possible situations
will do this at a table you walk up to and begin charting; maybe more
than one, but eventually, within an hour, two hours tops, at
least one of the twelve possibles,
RED-ODD, RED-EVEN, BLACK-ODD,
BLACK-EVEN, RED-LOW, RED-HIGH, BLACK-LOW, BLACK-HIGH, EVEN-LOW,
EVEN-HIGH, ODD-LOW, ODD-HIGH; will begin
to show that a large imbalance exists for the outcome of the
following spin's third outside betting parameter, such as if you are
using the charting of the RED-ODD,
the remaining parameter is LOW OR HIGH,
and if you are using the charting of the EVEN-HIGH,
the remaining parameter is RED OR BLACK.
Now let us say you have been charting and graphing and after an hour
of play time, normally averaging 40-60 spins, or a 50-spin hourly
average in the long run; suddenly this EVEN-HIGH parameter lights up
with a large parallel event or divergence between parity of following
spin outcomes on the remaining parameter, let me explain. Suddenly,
after about an hour of play time, there is no good parallel event on
eleven of your possible choices, but you need to track them all of
course so that the one that does eventually show up becomes visible
and known to you, the player. Now, your graph shows that on the
following spin, after every EVEN-HIGH number comes out, there are
twenty-two BLACK and only three RED events that follow. This is a
STRONG PARALLEL EVENT IN THE EVEN-HIGH PARAMETER FOR A
NEXT-PLAY-BLACK. Now the odds are currently 22:3, but are statistical
only, and can change at any time. Still, once a parallel even is 5
times in strength, meaning if you multiply the smaller number by 5,
it is equal to or less than the larger number; you merely stand there
making side bets on BLACK, each time an EVEN-HIGH number comes out,
since at your table so far since your arrival, the parallel event for
the following spin on the other remaining parameter is more than 5:1
for a black to pop in as opposed to a RED to pop in. The minute that
the parallel event drops in ratio down to a 4:1, game is over, you
quit and cash in. Before the ratio can go from 5:1 down to 4:1; your
actual chip winnings, as long as you always bet one same flat betting
level; will always produce a net profit in units won, if you begin at
5.0 or higher and stop at no lower than 4.0, as this is just the way
the mathematics operates in a complex series of equations not
important to this lesson for today, having to do with percentages
verses linear movements. You may wait a while for one of these twelve
to pop into action, but if you want to always win, you must do that,
and you must never bet anything but one same bet level, and you must
not bet a lot of them even if they come in, just bet the one you
start with, and stand so that you can place bets when you wish as
opposed to being forced to betting all action at your wheel if seated
at the table. In this example you start when your parallel hit a
ratio of one of these divergences becoming 5 times more hit, than the
lesser one, in this example, you could have started at 3 and 15, I
just used this arbitrary amount of REDS and BLACKS spun on your
wheel, but really, it is best to begin at a 5:1 and stop at a 4:1.
Normally things that are parallel event increasing from 3 and 4 and 5
go to at least 6 and 7 and 8, and by never playing after it drops
below 4:1, you cannot help make some units of profit, or gaming
chips. But the real point is not the application of parallel event to
the game of roulette, good people. It is about our discussion of
VISIBLE verses INVISIBLE parallel events. The trouble maker in the
tough biker bar is a VISIBLE PE, and the applying to roulette is an
invisible one. So is the deal with me since August 15, 1986, with mt
relentless woes with the Phillies, Flyers, and DOW JONES STOCK
MARKET, but it is very real, and a total nightmare.
Yes
that great show, ''The Mentalist'', and the episode where Rigsby gets
into that fistfight with his father, is what is being discussed here,
in this haunted hulked out, non 1979 RPL STUDIO nightmare of wild
nearby houses and monster chemtrails, has a great deal to do with
these various abnormal 'dreaming-experiences'. My incredible serial
nightmares took place in Ventnor, New Jersey, during my 19 day and
night stay at a home where I thought I was going to be a plumber's
assistant. I ended up being a child molestation victim, and left this
place on the night of 12 July, in 1970, but the dreams are what we
are discussing, not my sick twisted woes, right
Joe Twist and Dawn-Marie King?
All I am going to say for now is that this was a different situation
with the meeting of this family or ''CONTACT'' exploratronically with
the ESS, and the later experiences of both very late in 1971 while in
David Leigh Smith's ''Blackboard-Zenkiss'' class, and then following
that by a few years still, where I would be asleep in the dead on
night and wake up in pitch darkness with some presence in the bedroom
that was beyond terrifying. Many have had this happen, and many have
it happen with sufficient frequency so as they will not ever sleep
without a night light or a hallway light on and the bedroom door
cracked enough to see this light. I would find the courage to run for
the light that was on my desk lamp in front of my bed next to the
window, only it would not go on when I, turned it on, and I was
bonkers crazy by then, only to find myself back in the bed, and that
I had not really awakened wand was still frozen scared out of my
fucking wits. Again, believing that THIS TIME, I REALLY WAS AWAKE, I
ran for the light again, and again, it would not go on, and I was out
of my mind in panic, only to realize, hay jerk off, you still are in
your bed and are dreaming this nightmare, and have yet to get up and
turn that damn ass fucking light on. This would go on and on, ten
maybe twenty times, and finally, the light would go on, if it really
did, and the nightmare was over, if it really ever ended. Some
believe I died of pure fright in my sleep, and this is fucking hell.
Who can ever know, it just might fucking be?
It
is almost 2:30 AM, and these turd chewing drug addicts go in and out
of these apartments all night long, fun fun fun fun!!!!!!!!! Sick and
twisted.
''WORMHOLE'',
IS PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 817. EVERY TIME I TRY AND FIND OUT WHY
NABES MAKE MY LIFE HELL, IT IS EITHER NUMBER 853 OR 231, SORRY, GUESS
I SHOULD HAVE HELPED YOUR FRIEND IN 2010, MY. DO YOU WANT ANOTHER
APOLOGY SONG?
GODDESS
ALMIGHTY PEDIGREE DOGFOOD, I SURE HOPE THAT I DON'T; AS I HAVE GOTTEN
COMPLETELY AWAY FROM MUSIC, AND PLAN THIS MONTH TO DO AWAY WITH MY
PHONE, MY CABLE TELEVISION, AND MY INTERNET.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
HOW I LOVE NEIGHBORS FROM FUCKING HELL, SHERIFF KENNETH MASCARA,
SIR!!!!
I
do appreciate your looking after me as well as you did, everyone.
Thank you Governor Scott, old pal!!!!
IN
YOUR FUCKING DREAMS, MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
Cosmologists
call it the BIG BANG. Others just call it typical apartment house
living!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
TREASURE COAST DIVING DAD AND PAL OF THE LATE MELVIN FISHER; HOLY
TOLEDO CALL 10 AT&T, INTERDIMENSIONALIZED WALSH ATLANTIC. CUT ME
A BREAK MARGIO
LEO
FROM CALDOR-113 IN 1985!!!!!!!!!! HOW'DU KNOW ABOUT MY 1983 SONG,
COROL AND DOROTHY??? How did Donald Trump and James Burr know so many
powerful fucking things about family, and were even onto inventions
that to me at the time, in the past, were moaningless and
meaningless, Professor NYU-KAKU, and United States Copyright Office
Examiners of the late nineteen-eighties??????????? So
I clicked each X
individually, LOUISE
HENDERSHODT
FROM 1967
AND 1968,
AND KAITER NEWS BROADCASTER CAMP COUNSELOR FAMILY; oh yeah,
coincidences, all just millions and fucking
cunt zillions of coincidences huh Mister fucking Berra!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
This
Jerry character was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so,
making my life and the life of my mother, a living burning nightmare
fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us
against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power
of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually
torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone
needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all
started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in
springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in
coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart,
sir????????????????????
Now
this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat
specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young
lab-tech assistant. He seemed to do the very same thing with her, up
in the future by 20 years give or take, that he did only a few years
away with Donna Summer, naming his ugly harbor tub, the PRINCESS,
right after I copyrighted my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT PROJECTS, really
the first one in 1988, misspelled on the copyright forms, and is why
the words 'sic' appear on the title block on these forms that I now
will re-post so that you can all see; which stands for Spelled
In-Correctly. When patters continue to reflect a repeating item of
anything is happening, the odds increase exponentially, that it is
all just up in someone's mind or just a big ass fucking coincidence.
One time, that's one thing, but then there came Mister Macy. Now at
this point of things, I was at Jenny's Park and living a hermits
life, not yet blogging on the net, as I had yet to meet Chris
Bennett, who started all of this by telling me that maybe I need to
do this to tell my story. But my real point on all of this is that
all this time I had no clue how this was all done, or even a clue as
to why. Now with the ESS, it all comes together so incredibly, that
to quote the CCR Band of the sixties, I can feel this thing's fucking
disease. And no, Jane and her weeds are not the only disease in town,
not with all of this shit for the past 30-60 mother fucking years,
great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME.
HIGHLIGHTED
IN THIS COLOR, FOLKS, TO SHOW YOU!
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BANG-BANG-BANG,
WOW AM I GOING TO TALK TO RESIDENT MANAGER DEBBIE MARATTO, LATER
THIS MORNING, OLD FRIEND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY
NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR recurring nightmare school,
THAT WAS FINALLY FOUND WHILE I WAS KINDNAPPED BY THE MIGHTY KING
BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EMINENCE????
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