'AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD
KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK'
No matter what else is right or wrong, or as the old
sixties song said, weak or strong, being or not being 'me', I must
admit to one big thing that happened in 2014 that was not all
negative by any stretch, even though I am sure the motives were not
that philanthropic, Mister Good Deeds Doer wizard of OZWALD, near
Kaptain-Kangaroo.
I am no longer dependent on a very powerful drug
called Ativan or its cousin drug Lorazepam. I learned at the Welcare,
my insurance for health, that this is not all that different than
many psych drugs, that would have all done the same thing, and made
me more relaxed, and stop the chocking sensation that came on me ever
since that monster night of June 4, 1983. But all of these drugs have
powerful lifelong effects, they kill the desire to do anything at
all, and ever since 1983, I totally wasted my life. Enemies in the
milituforce didn't help matters, but still, even they cannot forever
keep me a shut in and make me too scared to face the morning
sunshine. WOW what a mother fucking apropos statement for this
particular day on the calendar, Mister Sampler Vocoders. Still, I was
speaking to a very magical lady who really was a young teenager, talk
about original selfies and 13 going on 30, on 14 in this case, huh
CUZ-DT? Still, I am down to less than 10 a week now, about 5 Mg
weekly, and dropping slowly to none. I do supplement with other
relaxers such as Excedrin PM and Bufferin tablets, and also melatonin
and soon, I may try the Hypericum tabs that I ordered from the
Walgreen Pharmacy Website. These are good for nerves and also
relaxation. But the important thing is staying away from the narcotic
part of all of this, some kind of Benzine or similar thing, if I am
spelling it correctly. It was thought of as the king of anxiety
relieving medications 3-40 years ago, and it made me relax quite
well, but it also made me not care about ever starting a family,
thinking rationally and normally about every day things in society,
and very lethargic in general about caring to do anything. I am not
saying that I didn't try doing lots of shit and got shot down, but
lots of folks try a thousand things and get shot down each time also.
Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone,
no nothing, all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything.
He didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the
fucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has a
n awful lot of god dam company, and won't ever die in a lonely hearts
club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time
about memory loss and how it related to exploratron transdimensional
and time travel or (dream-travelers effecting multiplexed atomic
societies throughout our multiverse of ''many-songs'', the literal
meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in
universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my
cuzz was not so dumb after all, Great auntie Alice Gallagher of
Chicago. Not dumb at all, hay; the 'fother mucker' has managed to
amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He
knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a
magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bear
bones beginning of all kinds of wild shit that could keep five dozen
other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come,
and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or
energy, to type in the entire story of me and my family, and the
great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and how this entire thing all tries
to fit together even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of
Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp
it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku
of NYU?
I
was all set to go downstairs and raise the roof about the excessive
noise recently around here, but I first checked my mail, and out
popped the ghosts of X-mas past, present, and future, along with my
2015 Social Security non pajamas award letter and my nice 1.7 percent
cost of living increase. But I had to have this letter faxed to the
County Medicaid Office in order to keep my EBT-BENNIES going and the
deadline was the second, and my left hand is a bit screwed up yet to
drive safely up to 25th Street. But Debbie the resident
Manager of my PHA building here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, was kind
enough to fax it for me. So now it is all done. So I did not merely
receive the County Medicaid request form to fax a copy of my award
letter, along with the SS award letter as well, but since she was so
nice to me; I did not have the heart to complain about anything, and
it was as if the three Charles Dickens ghosts popped out along with
the other United States mail, down in the lobby. Them when I came
back upstairs, I had a great talk with my nabe Stanley, and I
realized that I have really been acting like the biggest fucking jerk
off grouch, since 123 Sesame Street, in NYC children's
fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People are just trying to all overcome their
lousy lives in this lousy world, and I should not be so sensitive to
sound, and learn that this is a noisy ass world, so hay, it's like
divas, it's hard to live with them, and without them. I'll just quote
Dawn King and my father here, with, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!! It is so
funny too, Dawn King, as in the FIRST or RISING KING. I doubt I'll
ever be able to escape the incredible power of symbolism. I know just
how real it all is, Doctor Margret from the Cancer Research
Institute. Give my best to Doctor Coryell if you can borrow my baby
mama's candles.
Yes,
2015 is hours away, and on some places on Planet Earth will be here
in just a very few. We were but 10 and now we're old, but what is the
symbolism to all the clocks that advertisers use and display the time
as 10-10, and show it more in analogue old style clocks and watches
than the newer digital ones? Well, to show me how real 1802 Robin
Hill, and the inverted 2008 year of the time or (1980), really was;
as in we were but ten ten and now we are old old. Yes made in the
image of the Almighty Sarah Jehovah Krassle, with ten fingers and ten
toes, there is also her being ten twice, with me, and digital reality
is never old, as this 4-D laser built videogame simulation, is made
up of this universal code, hence it is always either in 0 parts or 1
parts, and never is young or old. My old pal from 2010 and 2011,
Glaring Eyed Billy Crouch and his kin, keep me going somehow, and it
is 1980 all over again, only substituting in the TBN with the CBN
back in 1980. I wish this entire family the best, especially in
15-15. They know what I'm talking about. He never told me too much,
he just wanted me to try and get out of some of the things I was
trying to do, and I fought him, and he was right all along. You just
obey this powerful almighty god, you don't question her, you don't
act like you're some know it all that's going to tell her what songs
to sing back in 1983, and I could go on and on. Soon will be 30-30,
but not in my lifetime, PRAISE THE LORD/ESS (SAR-AH)! Now I totally
see why Don came racing over to his Atlantic City Plaza hotel, as
well as stopped me back then from ever trying to get there on the day
it opened up. This nation needs to elect a man who is fully part of
and aware of the ESS. I used to be against his becoming the
president, but now I know that only someone who knows how real this
all is, can make us all really move into the millennium. There's no
stopping it, it is programmed, and all anyone of us, if we stay
stupid that is, can do, is procrastinate the inevitable. So don't
even get me started about what these dream-travelers not only CAN DO,
but have BEEN DOING for ten thousand fucking years, ladies and
gentlemen.
It
will be a little cooler here for two days, and then be close to mid
eighties for about four days. Mid eighties and hot antipollution
nineties, WOW, can this really get a lot wilder and huger than all of
this, mister Mackey, and Mister Macy? You never witnessed the great
SSJKK in her great city, flying huge ocean liners all around, nor
have you seen her huge dancing sky scrapers with quadrillions of
jewels the size of apples all sparking from every conceivable corner
of all of them as they reflect off of her brilliantly unfathomable
bright brown hair. I HAVE SEEN, and there is not a 'WOW' big enough
to print about this!
DECEMBER
31, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 10:40
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR----(H73/L-69)
HUMIDITY
IS 89%, FEELING 77.
You
weren't so far off the money, Mister message
leaver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
SIXTIES WERE GREAT, BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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