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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
IT'S
VERY 'FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF^^^^^^^ HOT'. I have door slammers this
afternoon. I have roaches all the time, and sometimes I get mice and
rats, too. My medical insurance, as always, gets ****** up, and I was
temporarily switched from my regular PCP doctor, and when I tried to
get a meds refill; things got totally screwed up. Hopefully the
situation has been rectified after calling my health provider peeps.
Still, as the lady who works there told me, this shouldn't have
happened to you, not a quote, but indeed, a paraphrase, and a very
close one. But then, I get this all my life, and Morians know this,
and so do Blogaudians. Before I go on crying, moaning, bellyaching,
and bitching; here is the Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, weather report;
lads and lassies!
Here
is the weather in my
lovely awesome wonderful hot-hell
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, IN THIS
PARTICULAR UNIVERSE OF 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE:
82--DEGREES
FNHT.
60%--RELATIVE
HUMIDITY
85--DF-HEAT
INDEX
WIND--ESE
AT 14, WITH GUSTS TO 21 MPH.
TOTAL
RAINFUL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS
0005.
TODAY'S
FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.
HIGH
AND LOW FORECAST FOR WEDNESDAY THROUGH FRIDAY IS:
H-84,
L-68.
IT
IS PARTLY SUNNY HERE.
As
many of you know, I have a busted air conditioning system that they
won't replace because it seems to work when they come to look at it,
and then it does not work after they leave. The old Tony Orlando and
not Dawn King syndrome of phonograph records containing mysterious E.
J. Korvette Store powers, of Halloween and Patty's witchcraft. It
works enough so that I am not in an oven, but still, my rent plus the
other 70% paid by the government to these Public Housing Owners, pays
for me to have relative climate comfort in here, and I DO NOT! Like
anyone could care less about Senior-Abuse; huh SHERIFF KEN J.
MASCARA, SIR?
Well,
I am the biggest asshole in the entire
world if I think that OCTOBER won't be filled with all sorts of NASTY
political and non-political SURPRISES, my kind folks. Yes, I am able
to adjust my program that bleeps out bad words with the asterisk
symbol, in degrees of sensitivity. However, playing with it and
lightening it, occasionally will cause cut and paste jobs to skip
over some extremely unpleasant words. My sincerest apologies for that
the other day. When I turn up the degree to maximum, we
get ***hole, when I type in the red highlighted word above.
I
try not to get involved on my Blogs Of Mountainpen (BOM)
and MORIANITY, with current events and
the daily horse **** that goes on around us; but from time to time, I
need to say a few things. I mentioned the Robertson-Zimmerman
Cornerstone Syndrome, or the (RZCS), and a few other
things that will all tie into some really hot major junk as we
progress along; and then when I feel that I must discuss things that
do not appear to connect, I do. This is because if it is inside my
head, then there is a connection. Remember how I talked about the
inner-workings of 'metaphysics'? My mind went literally all over the
place, and ended up thinking about the various jobs that I had worked
up in Camden, New Jersey while back in my twenties. Then it popped
suddenly into my head when I was with those two great doctors while I
was employed as a custodian (janitor in 1982), at the Institute for
Medical Research. I listened the other day to a very interesting
speaker who appeared on the Public Broadcasting Network, discussing
the quantum worlds. Of course pure scientists rarely believe the
things spoken about in Morianity, but that is because they did not
experience what I have, in Purgatory, and for whatever the reason,
was able to retain the memories of it back in human-waking physical
life. Hey, I am not trying to rip off Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin
Bacon and Julia Roberts, but there really are strange truths in all
of this, and they, although the entire thing was fictional; had a
marvelous little idea in that fantastic “Flatliners” movie from
the early nineteen-nineties.
Why
did Patty teach me the 'NEO-HO'-CHANT and for that matter,
why did she show me lots of wild supernatural
things, and what was so important with
her obsession of speaking to those who have 'moved on'? Also,
why did she want me to get my hands on the FASCITAR knowledge, and
why do it so secretly, unlike the other times when she so freely
talked with me, both in person as well as over the phone, in length,
about special vegetable oil potions as well as other so-called
'magical-ingredients? Well folks, maybe I need to open some **** up
by examining a lot of other stuff, such as another Cooley Hall
teacher that I did not have but knew and spoke with, by the name of
Mister Ciprionni. I may be spelling the mans name correctly or maybe
not, sorry if I am not. Also, a fellow student by the name of John
Zane fits into all of this, and there are others, students and
teachers, and for that matter, even some 'student-teachers' from
local colleges who came to work on their teaching degrees by gaining
experience with special educational procedures and ops. Let me begin
something that shouldn't cross over any
RED-LINE forbidden and punishable stuff, yet will indeed
enlighten the Morianity-Blogs and my Blogaudians quite a lot,
on many various things that before this, have only been touched on a
tiny bit; from Justine the cat, to me being so
stupid in the summer time of 1980, and telling a dangerous wild
record promoter of the musical industry; just a wee bit too much
information, that got a great man killed. Yes, even
folks in the 'ESS'
can be killed. No one is above being tapped on the shoulder by
Mister Mortimer Mortino, IPYT (I
Promise You
That). This friend
of 'Count Von Lennon Marcucciess',
a Mister Ciprionni, was in the classroom one day, right after
I had received a very powerful and unpleasant punch in my right arm,
by a student by the name of Scott Frazier. This is why I remember
this day so well. The bruise that this powerful teenager left on my
arm resembled a small apple that was not fully ripe. After Scott
walked out of the room and the punch had landed, I was the only
student left in the room during lunch-break that day, and in walked
Mister Ciprionni, to speak to the great Mister Marcucci. I had
written a short story as an assignment, and the two teachers were
discussing how I seemed to know things about the sixties movement
that I should be too young to fully appreciate or know. Now I had not
yet been given the great Fascitar, but I had been with Patty, and I
knew her, and biblically; but she
had not in any way told me anything. However, a few days ago from
this day in class, I fell asleep; and awoke on a beach. I was with a
young girl who was about ten years old, and I was wearing around my
neck, a very heavy motorcycle chain, given to me by a man who I fully
believe now although I have no court level proof to sustain my
suspicions, to be a CIA-AGENT, named
John Henningsen. This chain was vey
special, and there are powerful stories connected to it. John told me
it came from the mountain people up in the highlands of Guatemala.
Later on maybe within two years from this time, I learned from
watching a fantastic medical show on television, called Medical
Center, staring Chad Everett and James Daily, that indeed, these
people are known locally as the 'powerful people'. I did not fully
grasp lots of these things when MORIANITY was beginning on the
internet as the Blogs Of Mountainpen, when I discussed Mister Realtor
Scott Ransom telling me about how “Very powerful people are
disgruntled with me”. Anyway, back on point, this was about a week
after this powerful dream about SARAH on the beach and how this dream
was in two parts, first when she was about age ten, and then jumping
suddenly to four years later when she was the current age that she
would be, about fourteen, back in 1969, in Atlantic City. I never
told all of the story about Mister Ciprionni, but he asked me after
he read my assignment story, a question about a sound that I told I
had heard. This sound was inside this “CHAIN-DREAM”. It was the
now worldly famous OHM sound. Back then, it was known only by guru
mystic type of persons, the seers and the psychic card readers, and
along these lines. All through this incredible dreaming interaction,
was that wild OHM-SOUND. All the way to
the very end of the dreaming interaction, there it was. I told Mister
Ciprionni and Mister Marcucci the entire dream, and the assignment
was about this dream, and was going to be the beginning of an
original Morianity Blog of a sort. It was to be called, “THE
BOOK OF BEACH”. Jane Sleazeweeds Diseasefleas just
******* got me, with page eleven of eleven, so allow me to
compensate quickly with my fives counterstrike,
before finishing up this story here, kind folks, YO!
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Now
after these two cool long haired hippie teachers got done talking
amongst themselves, I began to say on this blog chapter that Mister
Ciprionni then wanted to know more about the “OHM”
sound, and I said it to him, just as I
had heard it in this wild CHAIN-DREAM, where
Sarah took this chain out of my hand, and told me that SHE needed it
for HER great city, that I have since come to learn, is called
by all of the great global powerful people and mystic seers, and
especially the religion of Sound and Light, or
known as the great ECKANKAR, this is the capitol
city of the entire Purgatory (ASTRAL-PLANE), SAHASRA DAL KANWAL.
The English word of CITY is DAL, SARAH
is SAHASRA, and KRASSLE is KANWAL,
in Purgatory Lingo; at least in the Capitol
Province of Olympia. BUTTTTTTTT this truth and other related
truths, were not revealed to me for several
years, AFTER PATTY H MADE
SURE THAT I HAD BEEN GIVEN THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE OF FASCITAR.
Fascitar is a powerful Goddess, who
lives about twenty-two provinces away from Province Olympia,
'southeast by woust' on purgatory compasses from Central Point
Heights of PO. She is a very good friend of the powerful mystical
panther cat, Sir Gawky Gaukauk.
They have three incredible cohorts or whatever may be an even better
and more descriptive word for them, and these three power-girls
which is an Astral-Plane equivalent for Wiccan
High Priestess's on steroids; who are in total charge of the
Exploratronic Supermind Society. The great panther cat Gawky is the
one who came to me right after Paula King
did, or somewhat shortly thereafter, while I was residing at 1802
Robin Hill, and had been there about for five or six weeks.
Patty-Paula is the one who came to me and gave me the LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS DREAM (LOIS FOCA)
for short, back on that first week of June
somewhere, in the year of 1980. These five entities are the
reason that the number 5 is so powerful and beyond unfathomably
awesome, and especially for me. Before I finish up today's whittle
squib on Cooley Hall's teachers and one very special one named
CIPRIONNI; let me remind you that I told yet another Cooley Hall
teacher, Mister David Leigh Smith, that “there
is a farm outside of Haddonfield, where people are trying to destroy
me”. THIS WAS ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS,
ALMOST A SOLID DECADE INTO THE FUTURE. This doesn't rival the
great sixties soap show “Dark Shadows”,
you all know that it takes it beyond ninth
powered steroids. So in closing today's little mucho bites of
opening titillating tidbits regarding the chain
interaction with Sarah and Mister
Ciprionni and the OHM-SOUND;
and how it all relates into the great and powerful NON-OZ
PATRICIA HOLLISTER; after this back and forth went on a
while, the two of them began making the OHM sound. Then after a few
minutes, I went to take a piss. When I left the school bathroom in
that wing of the Cooley Hall, I began walking
back to Marcucci's classroom, and Mister Ciprionni saw me, as
he had returned back into his classroom, and he
told me to come in. After we talked a couple of more minutes
about this wild dream, and this wild sound; he
told me that there is a lot more happening around me, than a thousand
wisest people could ever fully know. This is a paraphrase
again, not an absolute perfect quote. Then he told me that if at all
possible, maybe I should try to move to another country somehow, and
as soon as can be arranged. I laughed, and then he chuckled too, but
the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, was no joking
matter. It was very real. So was PATTY.
We will leave **** here for right now, today.
There
are absolute mighty forces (HALLS FAWCES), that WILL NOT ALLOW me to
ever make it in this world in the smallest way, because I know too
damn much about too many powerful people. THAT,
Mister Android Star Trek Rock; is indeed
the equation, or as I'll put it, THE
SIMPLE TRUTH!
Yes,
hopefully it is not asking too goddamn much to get my air
conditioning working again, and my medical ******* bull****
straightened out, so that I can order my necessary mother *******
medications. BUTTTTTTTT, we all know that with me, everything is
asking too much. As the goddamn Christians have told me all my life,
all I deserve is death and hell. And then they wonder why not all of
us want to hang around in their mother ******* churches and with
their followings. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I will say that I know I'm the damn
and the damned Chosen Huntington. Even the coded language of
Redfield's Synchronicity bears it out. After-all, look at the
letters. “C” CHOSEN. “H” HUNTINGTON. “UR” YOU ARE.
C-H-U-R-C-H
Yes
I am the Chosen Huntington, and even the mother ******* CHURCH
symbolism bears that out. OH WELL, as Ann King would say it so damn
perfectly, YO!
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TRANSMISSION.
BLOG
52 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
October
is always a major deal.
October is always a
major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
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ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES
HEY
FLORIDA, AND FEDERAL BOARDS OF GODDAMN HEALTH; MY
PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA,
SHOULD BE CONDEMNED AND
TORN MOTHER ******* DOWN, AS IT IS INFESTED BEYOND
INCONCEIVABILITY, WITH RODENTS AND ROACHES;
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M---Y-------B---R---O.
Here
is the weather in my
lovely awesome wonderful hot-hell FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, IN THIS
PARTICULAR UNIVERSE OF 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE:
84
DEGREES FNHT.
46%
RELATIVE HUMIDITY
85
DF-HEAT INDEX
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTS
TO 8 MPH.
TOTAL
RAINFUL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS
0000.
TODAY'S
FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.
HIGH
AND LOW FORECAST FOR WEDNESDAY THROUGH FRIDAY IS:
H-88,
L-75.
IT
IS MIXED TO SUNNY HERE WITH CARBON COPY PREDICTIONS FOR REST OF WEEK.
WOW
has Patty-Paula totally screwed up my entire life, ever
goddamn since the Dow Jones Averages price, was
around 400 points per day in that year, and actually, since
before that, tracing back into the nineteen-sixties, YO. But
of course, I AM NOT ALOUD TO CROSS
ANY MORE RED LINES, so let me shut the hell up right
there, for today, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
roaches are some kind of a cross between insect equivalents of
Christopher George, Doctor
Corriell, and Duncan Highlander McLeod.
THEY SIMPLY WON'T DIE. YOU CAN
LITERALLY SCALD THEM, DROWN THEM; THEY JUST COME RIGHT BACK TO LIFE,
JUST LIKE THOSE GODDAMN MOTHER ******* GIFLIES IN 1996, AT
THE OUTDOOR POOL AT THE GODDAMN HADDONWOOD HEALTH CLUB, IN DEPTFORD,
NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, YO
YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHH!
THE
ROTTEN DIRT BAG **** HUFFING “WE-CHANNEL”
HAS TOTALLY REMOVED THE GREATEST LAW-TV SHOW IN HISTORY, THE GREAT
WONDERFUL MOTHER ******* “LAW & ORDER”
SHOW. I'll bet my damn kid and her friends the BEEXS had some
part of all of the channels removing this wonderful show, that is so
filled with absolute talent; words simply
cannot express the fullness of it, so why even damn try, BRO?
The mother ******* TNT Channel took it off, along with the ION
Channel. What a bunch of mother ******* jerk off loser
lightweight assholes, if I do say so myself.
I PLAN TO GET RID OF MY TELEVISION, AND
GET A PART TIME JOB GOING BACK TO SECURITY WORK. I CAN RETEST FOR MY
FLORIDA LICENSE, AND GET A JOB, AS MANY SENIOR MOTHER *******
CITIZENS HAVE JOBS DOING SECURITY GUARD WORK; NIGHT WATCHMEN AND SO
FORTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw
you all!!!!!!!! Of course, I can always check online
for the price of obtaining a DVD BOX-SET of the entire show, probably
500-900 bucks or so, but hey, with a part time
job I can start to get a few things like this that I want,
instead of living in total mother *******
misery!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MCNULTY, YO!!!
OK,
let me show you all how **** really works in this cosmos, and you
won't learn any of this from governmentally controlled educational
systems. At pure random, I will go to my dock
files on this machine, and pull up something, and take a
section of it, and CAP it into this blog; my wonderful
blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example:
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CH: 019
I
AM GETTING READY TO CALL ******* 911.
SUPER
DEMONIC ASSAULT.
RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT
IT
WAS 95 DEGREES WHILE I WAS OUT AT MY **** CHEWING DOCTOR, BUT THE
HUMIDITY BRINGING **** UP TO FEELING CLOSE TO A HUNDRED ******* TEN,
WAS THE LEAST OF MY WOES AND PROBLEMS. WHEN I TELL YOU THE STORY, YOU
WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I PLAN TO TAKE MY MOTHER ******* LIFE IN TWO
WEEKS, AS IT IS HOPELESS, AND GOD IS THE **** CHEWING MOTHER *******
DEVIL, AND THERE IS NO POINT IN PROLONGING MY AGONY HERE IN THIS ****
SUCKING MISERABLE ******* WORLD!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
TEMPER-TEMPER, MARK MOHR!
MAKE
MY DAY, YOU MOTHER ******* BASTARD **** SUCKING SON OF A STENCHY
BITCHES. ONLY TRUE COWARDS, AND BULLIES, AND
DIRT BAGS CUBED; PICK ON A PERSON, WHEN THEY ARE DOWN AS FAR
AS THEY ******* **** CAN POSSIBLY GO; AND THAT
DESCRIBES THE **** CHEWING MOUNTAINPEN. WHEN I TRIED MAKING MY
DOUBLE LINE A SECOND AGO, FCC, OLD FRIEND BOB
MCDOWELL, AND SIR; THEY HACKED ME WITH THEIR FAMOUS MOTHER
FUCKING (`~HACK). LET ME TRY IT AGAIN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION (FCC)!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Literally
dozens of ******* things went wrong, bing bang boom **** me, one
after the other, all day long from the second I got up out of ****
lapping bed, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
seems I was not imagining the way my asshole doctor has been acting
for the past two **** chewing years. I am going to get rid of him,
and change doctors shortly; and plan on discussing ******* **** with
my insurance company. You want to hate me and treat me like total
mother ******* ****, fine; I will go to the American
Medical Association regarding my 1983 choking condition, and
take an attorney with me; and when I die from
not being able to be given the only medication that allows me to live
and survive on some small level; my estate is suing the AMA
for 100 billion dollars USD ($100,000,000,000.00),
and that's a mother fucking cunt promise, Mizz
Attorney General, PAM BONDI of Florida.
MY QUESTION NOW, IS
PERTAINING TO THE DOUBLEMINT GUM
ADVERTISERS? IF TWO GUMS IN ONE, MEANS THAT TWO IS
BETTER THAN ONE; THEN IS FOUR
BETTER THAN TWO, EVEN IF
PEOPLE ARE ENEMIES, AND REPUBLICANS TO BOOT????????????????
WOW
THAT, PATTY-PAULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY. WHAT REALLY IS GOING ON IN THIS COSMOS; KIND FOLKS?
Line
drives in baseball are great when a batter needs to bat one in for
his team mate who is standing on third, and praying like a mother
huckster. BUTTTTTTTT, why are the lines below impossible to get rid
of, Mizz Bondi? I wonder if you and my distant cousin have answers to
that whittle query?
This
nightmare choking condition that started at exactly mother *******
**** licking 10:30 at night, on June the ******* **** fourth, in
1983; is real. It is not in my mind. It is not
******* psychological; and this is going to be what finishes me off,
when they cut off my meds soon, so I AM FORCED TO COMMIT SUICIDE, and
my estate will be able to sue the AMA for 100 billion dollars, Mizz
Bondi and Narq Squad Garbage America. You will not believe what my
doctor told me today, and I will tell you the entire story for the
public record, and then this entire blog is about to
become legally ******* **** copyrighted officially, even though
unofficially it has been, all along. Before I get to this **** that
started the day on a roll that is beyond any normal mother *******
person's wildest imagination; let me go through the basic events of
this turd chewing bastard day, and it is only ******* just more than
two thirds over, calendrically.
AUGUST
13, 2014
LATE
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:50,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, H-95/L-76
HUMIDITY
IS 76%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.
EARLIER
WHILE OUT, IT FELT CLOSE TO 110 DEGREES, I KNOW THAT FOR TOTAL MOTHER
******* SURE, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this **** going,
Tttttttttttttttttommmmmmmm Ffffffffff******* Rrrrrrrreale might say
it like this; watch the end of the world as you all ******* know it,
go down all ******* **** around y'alls, as I will bring in a death
comet, and for those who doubt my ability to do this; you would
be 100% correct. I CANNOT do this. But I am in with the FAWCES
Mister Hall, WHO CAN; BRO!!!! ''Before you get
at me, I'll get you'', Barnabas mother ******* Dark Shadows Collins
Julia White. THAT'S A ******* **** PROMISE, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Now
the details of the doctor can wait, and many out here who are aware
of my 31 year + problem now, can only imagine how things went real
bad today, and I may pack up this
weekend and leave for Pennsylvania, and return to my old doctor and
live in that area, the one who replaced Doctor Margret Hagar, from
the U of P Medical Professionals. My doctor said we are going
to let you get deathly sick, put you in the hospital, and if you die,
you die; and I intend to write a report
about all of this to a lot of mother ******* people. He
may say he was joking a little bit, but I
know better; and I know when someone is dead *******
serious, and when someone wants LOBO to fall off of a chair with help
from big gorgeous teen girls, as well as how much we all love you,
lollypops Telly Savalas, and even the Old Testament of the Morianity
Bible, that did a number on wonderful kid; and I know this as
fact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW ALL OF THIS PH!
Many
see the patterns in all things, and that random is a pure 100%
'space-time-mind' illusion. But many do not see these truths. Truly
truly said the Lord Jesus, to so many folks back in the
olden days when He walked the planet. Truly
simply translates into modern day English from the biblical word of
'verily'. If any human being had a real
corner on truth, that person would be on that very merit, GOD. I know
I don't know my butt from my beer cans.
I am honest about that one, kind fiends and friends out here, YO!!!!
END
TRANSdimensional, AND END TRANNY!
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