The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 8

Monday, February 9, 2015

FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 8

FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 8

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ROTTEN 'JANE WITCH/BITCH', IS ON A ROLL FOR NAILING MY BIG FAT WORTHLESS ASS!

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Ed Lynch told me he doesn't dream. Actually nobody is dreamless, this just means that hyperspace memories are not able to surface to consciousness; and for those in that situation, joining the ESS is a total impossibility. Ed used to tell me, "I'm lucky, they can't get at me, the way they do you". That's a quote, and from an 'atheist'. I wonder if anyone is as true blue atheist as they claim, especially in those dark quiet moments of solitude, and when they get a real nasty pain in the heart or almost choke on a mama-cass ham sandwich. You get my drift! I know you do.

Sarah Callio has no magic cat, by any name. Still, I do miss Midge, Ann's wonderful dog. Yeah right, Ann's dog. MY open reel machine left out with the big audio monitors, on Eighth Street, in Pine Hill, New Jersey, in the late summer time or early into autumn, of 2000. Mister Gutherman, are you annoying my daughter, or just having your taxes prepared by expensive experts????????????????????

Well, it is well past my bedtime, and I need to shuffle off to Buffalo; ladies and gentlemen.