HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 8, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Don't you dare, anybody, tell me that you too have
not had that experience where you intentionally force something
really rotten or just plain to nauseating to think about on a
conscious level, out of that conscious mind and down below, into what
the psych folks call the sub-conscious mind. Don't you dam dare, not
a one of you wonderful great marvelous people! My first encounter
with this particular situation was in early July or maybe the last
day or two in June, in 1970. Well, actually, this happened in reverse
to me. I forced myself to temporarily remember something that would
get that child molester off of me and did this while not sure I was
just in a powerful dream. The reason I later came to know for certain
it was quite real however, was when we had that conversation, fully
clothed, where his words to me, and I'll never forget them, “If you
tell, nobody will believe you as the Chief of Police of Ventnor is my
best friend, and maybe we can just come to some sort of an
understanding. This was spoken to me by the mighty and great Tom
Reale. How I got a laugh out of that
Star Trek Spock mind meld with that episode with the merging probes,
sort of borrowed from the flash forward future, with Veeger, and
Voyager; and then with the 'TON-RUE' thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But shake it any way you want, be it my prick illegally, or something
you might receive at a McDonald's, when Bob Vandegrift isn't beating
up poor Ronald, in front of all of those children; will always go as
follows; and always be endlessly friggin' truer than
real and righter than rain, and hey, I am just quoting already
established expressions, oh deer-47! THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, BACK IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE
MIGHTY GREAT
AND POWERFUL
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY! And
then the dam ACMUA or Sarah's great WATER COMPANY, bought the very
house late in the century, that I was molested in, by Mister
Non-Fake-REALE, in 1970!
W—O—W DID I FALL
UNDER A MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE TODAY WITH THE PLANES AND CHEMTRIALS
ALL OVER THE FUCKIGN CUNT PLACE, YO YO YO YO, MIZZ P. BONDI, FLAG.
WITH OR WITHOUT COOL PUNS, I SALUTE YOU, MA'AM. I AM HANGING IN THERE
WITHOUT ANY OF MY ****** PAM. Am I god dam funny today or what,
folks???????????
The next few days,
I'll be getting into some real heavy hitting fucking shit, that's a
promise, evweebwuddy, and you too Elmer Fwudddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You haven't cunt
chewing buried me yet, MILI-2-FORCE MOTHER FUCKERS, YO. WEEEEEE!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS, ''THE END''!!!!!!!!
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