I
TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHAPTER 5
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Audience |
Well, there are
a few interesting things to report to my wonderful great viewers. I
am a big asshole complainer, and I don't deny it for a New York
half-second. The hammering around next door all week is to fix the
place up, they painted too. It seems that my nabe Mister Stanley has
moved out. I'll miss him even though he was a little bit difficult to
read, and I'll tell you all right now, I am a dynamite freaking poker
player even with rotten crappy luck, but he was a hard bird to get a
really true read, from the darn get go! I wouldn't feel too comfy
betting the dam farm with him in a big ass poker game. I went out to
get some groceries at the local town Publix Store, actually Fort
Pierce being about fifty square miles in area, has at least two or
more of these stores that I am aware of, but usually, I am at the
Virginia Avenue Mall Publix, as was I today. When I opened my door, a
strange lady from clear across the hallway at the east wing of this
floor number six, was walking her little Chi-dog or some cousin
breed, and appeared to be right at my door as I opened it to exit.
The dog is adorable, and I enjoyed petting him/her. Also Missy our
building cat was perched outside in her special little area, and I
always stop to pet her as well. I love cats and dogs, and well
behaved kids too, sweet Donna, but don't spread my anti-Twinbay words
all around, you'll fudge up my reputation for being a real nay sayer
and hater. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I bought a few VHS movie tapes at the
Good Will store also located at the Virginia Avenue Mall, and then
hit the Publix store. Then I came home, but I forgot to mention that
I first stopped at the local Ohio Avenue Walgreen's; to order in a
couple of bottles of Bufferin. You cannot buy this anymore, as all
the good crap that I grew up with, is basically , or going real fast.
I'll come and get it and hurry up as well, or else somebody might
just flip me the bad-finger bird, back in the late nineteen-sixties.
Oh boy! But yes, this product still is able to be ordered; praise
Goddess. What, all puns and jokes are © Milituforce
Corporation???????? Gimme a dam break, willya Margie L-1985!
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Somebody
broke into my vehicle a couple weeks ago and fucked with my car
radio-tape player. I have proof of this, Sheriff Mascara, and plan to
come over to see you next week, with some powerful evidence, plus a
signed document from Joseph King, back in the freaking autumn of
2008; stating he found something planted into my car that was beyond
Professor Michio Kaku of NYU stuff on his best day at the Quantum
Psychics Lab, or any and all labs of the GAPESS GODDESS. 'WO' THERE,
BILLY 8H. See you soon, great sir K.M. This will blow your mind,
Sheriff!
I
went to the Harvest a second time, to the Florida Access Office, and
got it finally totally all straightened out. At first the lady was
very nasty with me, and only when my back is half way through a wall,
not backed up against it but half way through it into the next room,
do I resort to this but yes, I used ''shrinkology'' on her. She had
an easy tell-read for being the one with all the answers and the
smartest person in the room. I then cleverly fed her lots of subtle
but unmissable compliments, and she began to respond, and I got
exactly what I needed. I do not believe in using these so called
''The-Mentalist-TV'' Patrick Jane abilities, not normally. But I am
so down and fucking out, that I had, as Barnabas Collins said to that
gorgeous young blond girl in the late nineteen-sixties,
''NO
CHOICE''.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
28, 2015,
SATURDAY
NON-ELTON-JOHN-NIGHT AT 8:39,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-73/L-68)
HUMIDITY
CURRENTLY AT 82%, FEELS 76 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 13, WITH GUSTS TO 23.
BUT
LENNY DAUGHTERDREAMS, WHO LIVES AT AIRPORTS?
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH FUCKING
BOY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, UH OH SHARKSHIT.
The
human brain is not a tape recorder, and this is why powers that go
beyond this realm of life, did not like me keeping a life journal on
tape going back to 1983, and they destroyed it through non provable
ultra covert black operations. I had totally forgotten the day by day
details of the first few months in 2011. I owe my daughter a
tremendous apology for many things I have recently said that were
mean. Still and all, I know that indeed, if anyone is helping me
against an arch enemy of mine for millions of eons, it is my
wonderful ISIS, in all of her great forms. Thank you for introducing
me to your friends, you know what I mean, and let's keep it between
us, for both of our sakes. And I thought 2014 was a bad year. Wow am
I disappointed in my own memories. Back stuff up three years, and
things were far worse and on the order of a minimum of 90 percent
MPB. Holy mother of MIDDIE, lovely Jewelly
White. You feel like a dope on a rope when you realize
suddenly what a buttwipe you are on a major issue, and I know most of
you out here can relate to this, at least a few times in your lives;
so don't even try to argue that with me. AHA-AHA-MMCN!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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