BLOG 58 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

BLOG 58 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

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''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, ALL EVIL PH-SNAKES OF HALLOWEEN; IS A MAJOR TWO STRAIGHT DAY DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION, AND WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE ASSAULT ON ME; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, S—I—R!!!! THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, ALL EVIL PH-SNAKES ALSO IS A DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND A DYING MANS LEGAL DECLARATION. IF I AM FOUND FUCKING CUNT CHEWING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT FROM THIS BEYOND PUTRID AND RUTHLESS DEATH SIEGE, I WAS MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED BY ALL THOSE WHO THIS NEARLY 13 YEAR LONG BLOG HAS DISCUSSED, AND ACCUSED!!!!!!!!!!

Shit fucking started sometime between ten and half past eleven while I was trying to sleep, this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, with my upstairs asshole cunt chewing nabe with her relentless mother fucking wall hammering that goes on faithfully every single cunt eating week without fail, in the eight and a half years that I've lived below this nutcase whack fucking job. Then after being up and awake about two hours, maximum, the phone fucking bullshit persecution began. Then at shortly past three, my dirtbag ILLEGALS slammed in across from me and cranked up their noise box system. Then a few minutes after that, the Public Housing fire alarm went off. Yes sir, it sounds like I am going to have to mother fucking contend with a goddamn Halloween fucking party across from me today. What fucking assholes. This is no coincidence. Two straight days and off and on for three or more straight weeks now, I HAVE BEEN UNDER THE MOTHER FUCKING GUN HYPER HUGE BIG TIME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC: SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS PUTTING ME THROUGH THIS MONSTER DISEASED HALLOWEEN HELL OF TWENTY-EIGHTEEN, AND TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND CRUSH-DESTRUCT THIS EVIL THAT IS SURROUNDING ME, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL (CODED GENERAL) ORDERS. USE BOTH ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL, AND ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. YOUR OLD-STYLE AT&T PHONE-TONES ARE NOW DATA TRANSFERRED TO THE LONG 'EEEE' VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED BLUE, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED RED. YOUR DESIRE KEY IS BEING SWITCHED FROM THE 'J' NORMAL NEUTRAL POSITION, TO THE 'I' POSITION, AND ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; EMPOWER A TOTALLY CRUSHED, AND SINGED, AND DESTROYED IMAGE-OBJECT, THAT HAS BEEN FULLY SCANNED NOW, AND PLACED ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. G-189, G-13, G-14, G-917, G-719, UNDER CG-5555 AND CG-18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me tell you all a few quick powerful truths and things in general, YO. Ever since I went to the mother fucking ATLANTIC CITY CASINOS in December of mother fucking 1982, when George Bell-tone Belton took me to Resorts International Hotel-Casino, and showed me the game called, ROULETTE, fucking shit that always negative in my life, took root and suddenly grew as though it was on intergalactic fucking steroids cubed!! I totally know that these sick twisted fucking cunt eating diseased mobbed up scum trash casinos, have been, and are, and always will until my death, torture and screw with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no other realistic target, because this is exactly when fucking shit all changed around me from lousy to super fucking mega-hell to the thirty-ninth power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the Playboy Bunny friend of DH moved into that shithole fucking apartment below me at 1801 Robin hill while I resided at 1802, and this was months before George and roulette, so I have no perfect answers, so as I stated, shit that already was about to fucking blow up in my asshole, actually did, after December of 1982. Still, all shit is connected. I met George at the fucking Warwick Auto Sales lot or dealership, on the White Horse Pike, in Magnolia, New Jersey, just a mile away from my apartment, and this was shortly after that bunny whore moved in. There was a lady at the Echelon Towers Building in Voorhees, New Jersey who told me I'm basically screwed, because the casinos are literally a country within a country. I now see how powerful and amazing that mother fucking statement of hers truly was, back in 1989, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least it is 79 degrees, and has been all day since it got warmer in the middle morning. If it was feeling 100 or so, on top of this super HALLOWEEN DEATH SIEGE, I would be totally and absolutely mother fucking dead right now, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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