HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 54

APRIL 14, 2015,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-86/L-66).

HUMIDITY IS 53%. IT FEELS LIKE 88 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 16 WITH GUSTS TO 24.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 54

I am doing my very best to hang in here, my late cousin Arthur Huntington, and WAYV-DEEJAY'S, so are you gonna' take that as a dam threat? Touchy and up tight world, huh Richard Boobs of Jennyville?

I have come to learn some amazing mother fucking things, but doubt it will do me too much good, you know, too little, too late. For just one isolated example; late in the first decade of century number 21 AD; I came to know about HSE. Don't confuse this for a shortened abbreviation of a Judge Judy 'hissey-fit'. Still, where was my needed understanding of this ever so important stuff, back for example when I was being given three great books, two in person and one by mail, by two relatives or RAW of the greatest pop-diva on Planet Earth, in the middle nineties and then again late in the first decade of this century? I could have used this, but did not have it yet. Is that part of some weird bigger picture to so many wild crazy things in my hellish nightmare life, I must come to seriously contemplate on and wonder about? Stop fucking hacking my mouse, you dirt bag black-hat-fucking hacker evil Satanic pricks, thank you so dam ass much! I need you, FCC, old buddy Bob McDowell, and not John from Philly in th early sixties, son of my mom's neighbor and friend, Nurse-Jane-Doe. I don't remember her name, so Jane-Doe will fit there just fine, BOB MCD-1400, not pounds pressed, lovely Queen Kate of the non Babylonian ice cream worlds, so don't die on me, again, Uncle fagot Heinz, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These mother fucking pricks are screwing with my PC machine again, BOB-1400 NON POUND-PRESSED, YO. WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If this fucking hack doesn't stop, it will be time for the MMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCC System to kick in and then,

HEADS ARE REALLY GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING START TUMBLING. JUST WAIT AND DAM SEE IF THIS IS JUST A LOT OF BULL-KICK, MY BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That pop up screen for high-disk usage came on. I think this is all just a big mother fucking hack job from some big stupid ass fucking whack job. Hay that's just my opinion, Mashell Daniels; but you told me back in 1980, during our slightly heated debate on life's problems, and how to exacerbate them, through the unfortunate partaking, of 'IRC' circumstances; that I am entitled to it, and would like to emphatically thank you; oh great one!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Magnesonic will shortly be engaged to retaliate on this hacker, if this fucking shit is not abated, sir Peter, up at the WM Pensy Landfill, Post #120, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How's toothless girlfriend doing these days; BRRRRRR?

My hacker is not going to mother fuckin grelent, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, PROBABLY THE MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET GANG. So then:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, computer, scan enemies, and you know what to do on all ordersd, all technologies, and you are now set to maximum power pull gain positions. Use the 'I' to 'D', A/B-TONE phasing punishment sequencing system. Here are the two new long-EEEE vowel sounds that replace the old style AT&T phone-tones from 1983 when you were first assembled at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO-TO-G-1133, under G-901, G-189, under G-13, G-14, CG-18, AND----S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some one will be sorry now, Mister McDowell, my old FCC pal of tape recorders, calendars, and Pennock dick in the mouths!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, huh Michael McNulty from 1971 a year back earlier??????????????????

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I sure wish she liked me instead of hating me so much, Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, old buddy!!!!!!!!

I cannot offer any flowers to any Callio's or Bondi's, because I don't know totally what is going on, since that fatal heart attack struck me on that cold winter pre-dawn day in December over at Cifaloglio. But I do know how to place a mother fucking screen blocker sticky page onto my computer screen monitor so as to avoid seeing Jane Dirtbag Fonda digitally represented, bringing back that horrendous mother fucking night at the Atlanta Ball Park, in spring of 1993! This to me, President Teddy Roosevelt, is a day that will truly live in infamy, well, that and your great PH day, but then there is my Baby-Momma for those initials, yes five inescapable initials, JB, PH, MC, VC, and DS, like fucking super WOW, huh R.H. MACY, YO????????????? Can I get a fucking ''JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE'' HERE, even without any flowers given, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze???????????

Oh you greedy shit Vicki Lovesmyhair Callio, from 1970, and 1997, hang uppers club. You want bigger? You sound like Rock Spectacle L&O Teddy but I'll give you mother fucking bigger, YO, sister!

Someone told me once it was going to be all right in the morning light. I don't know any more, but I cannot play you the dam song on this blog, so here is the next best thing that I can do for my viewers, YO. WO BILLY!

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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

TWEET-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET, YO YO YO YO!!!!