I no sooner
posted up and went to sleep, Pam Bondi, Florida Attorney General, and
Kenneth Mascara, Sheriff of Saint Lucie County, Florida, and BANG;
the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is assaulting me again
with the Agent Falcon Condor WPIX-TV Syndrome. They
won't give me a moment of mother fucking peace, sir and ma'am.
NOT A FUCKING ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am being put
through some heavy mother fucking hell again, and this is serious,
and I am declaring a dying mans declaration and utterance,
officially, Fort Pierce Police Department. This is all the ESS and of
course, Hall's dam fawces. Hall's dam fawces. Hall's dam fawces.
Hall's dam fawces. Hall's dam fawces. Hall's dam fawces. Hall's
dam fawces. Hall's dam fawces. Hall's dam
fawces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
has to be a reason for this fuckiGN shit that started Monday and kept
right on mother fucking cunt going ever since, lads and lassies. I'll
be asking my KITTY-GAGA all about this god dam shit. Also, I saw Hal
Lindsey's latest report, on the marvelous TBN last night. I couldn't
agree with you MORE, kind sir. I met your kid in 1980 at the RPL
Studio one night. I doubt he will remember me, as we were talking,
and I called him Mike. That was not his name. I never had money, and
didn't know in those days about brand named kicks. My sneaks were
always just a cheap B&W pair of Keds, not even spell-checker
recognized by mighty fucking Microsucks!!!! When he explained this to
me, we got talking, he is a cool guy, sir. Hope you recover from your
health issues. I'll talk to SSJKK in your behalf. I too am not 100%
these days in that department, only I am so looking forward to death
and escape from a land where I only know constant shit, hell, tears,
and agony, YO!
So
far today, I was awakened by yet another illegal telephone squealing
sound on my landline phone around half past seven, and then around
twenty shy of nine, a knock at the door by a strange African-American
male, about my age, or so, acting very weird, and I politely told him
I was sorry for not being able to find or know who he was looking
for, or 'supposedly' looking for, between you and me, my viewers.
This can be a very weird place. But I happen to fucking know that the
ESS is behind all of this shit, especially a continual attack all
week long not to let me sleep-in without being cunt chewing fuckiGN
disturbed! Mizz Bondi and Mister FCC McDowell, all of my mother
fucking computer hacks have returned. Why can't you mother fuckiGN
get these jerk offs prosecuted once and for all. Do they have a legal
right to mess with me and my computer that I paid a lot of money to
purchase? It all got better for a while out of the blue, then BANG,
it all just fucking started back up again, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCC
As
Brenda Moore's friend's little brother put it, back in the early
nineteen-nineties; “You know what to do and you know when to do
it”. SO MOTHER FUCKING DO IT ALREADY.
This
will go on only so long, and then I will wait for a string of spring
like days, and go to the beach, PUSSY CHASING. This will tear down
their fuckiGN economy, via ICPE-APE TECH used against them. Spring
starts early in Florida, some years it already is here. Keep pushing
it with me, you arrogant mother fucking asshole pricks!
I
TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER
4
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Those
puke swallowing Callio's really hate my fucking guts, as do the
McGuire's and the King's; and I guess the whole dam fucking clan of
them; am I right here, Ron Wirtz, John Judy, Ken, and
Pam???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really could use some dam HELLLLLLLLLL'P
in here.
-
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Florida Toll Free Numbers:
- Fraud Hotline 1-866-966-7226
- Lemon Law 1-800-321-5366
- Fraud Hotline 1-866-966-7226
- Lemon Law 1-800-321-5366
FEBRUARY
28, 2015,
LATE
SATURDAY MORNING AT 10:18,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
WINDS
ARE ENE AT 11, GUSTING TO 14.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY, (H-67/L-59)
HUMIDITY
IS 90%, FEELING 69.
These
readings taken at the Fort Pierce Airport. Who lives at the airport
however, Lenny Deathneedles Wildreams?
Hey
there Bill and Joann Marney. I don't fuckiGN need Mister
Hall's 1980 fawces to tell me it was the ESS and SSJKK, that used you
guys to wipe me out at MARS, in 1977. At east they tell me that I
rode the fastest bike in the universe. It only took just under a half
hour to get to Mars and back to the Carriage Lamp Apartment system;
mighty Mister Microsucks Lightbulb
Buttwipes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA
$1.380 an hour Mike McNulty! Sheeeeeeit; I'm going on a giant
helicopter ride now, Major Nohacks Brightideas! You and that 1987
buzzing Death Angel; huh Well Done Saunders. Is anybody not in the
Criminal Justice System any more? Like fucking wow.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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