DOGTOWN
TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE
CHAPTER
13
6:17
PM ON MONDAY, JANUARY 13, 2020
This
is the worst year of my life, and each year since Trump threw his hat
into the Presidential race in middle 2015, has been quantitatively
worse than the one before that. All of the times that I have blogged
that the upstairs peeps were making loud sounds, IT WAS NOT THEM, and
this building has some extremely weird sound effects, causing sounds
from next door in unit 605 to always appear to be above me on my
ceiling in unit 707. Whoever has moved in here is a real nightmare on
steroids, as I KNEW THAT THEY WOULD BE, as just as before at Robin
Hill Apartments in early 1982 with that dirt bag Playboy Bunny and
the maintenance crew helping her move in, AGAIN the maintenance peeps
helped these pricks move in, and they are REAL MUSIC BLASTERS, and
they began whooping it up huge time around an hour ago.
Back
in time, Dave Roth and I would make the observation every so often,
that my MAGNESONIC appeared to be out of counter-punching power, and
each time that this happened, naturally, it activated the 'cats
away and the mice will play' SYNDROME.
If the enemy WOMO-M2F has nothing to seemingly worry about or fear,
they will ALWAYS GO HOG WILD and strike FULL BLAST, with or without
any mists or copyrighted damn songs! There is no point messing with
Magnesonic when it seems to be totally out of power and on the
goddamn fritz. As Ziggy Malyeska would say so well back in friggin'
1969, “That's the way it goes”! I am packing up the apartment and
will undo the computer last so that I can blog up through the last
possible minute as after that I may very damn well be off the grid
for a good damn month! I may also decide
to STOP THIS MORIANITY ENTIRELY as it in all honesty has DONE ME NOT
ONE BIT OF GOOD, and even as far as a
psychological release of steam via venting, to quote lovely Babs
Streisand and Donna summer from late in 1980, “Enough is enough is
enough”! When you bang your head on brick walls forever and lose
quart after quart of blood, it is time to start seriously thinking of
yelling “UNCLE” for Chirssake, BRO!!!
I
am going to say something, and
naut to Mizz Blake of AT&T who most likely has retired or getting
ready to, as well as a local Delaware Valley rock and roll hero of
the sixties, Sir Billy Harner.
When I was moving out of Guthrie Short's Blue Anchor New Jersey
mansion, on route 73 South ,on Halloween Day of 2000; this great
personal music legend and hero of mine from me' high school days,
many times hearing him playing on Organizational BB John Henningsen's
car radio; after I financed a music project for him, and according to
the Illustrious Sir Paul Evans Pedersen if he is telling the truth
and I see no reason for him to be telling this lie; rifled through an
entire walk in closet filled with clothes once worn by my late mother
who had passed back into the timeless purgatory seven months earlier,
and he found lots of cash that my crazy mother had hidden in numerous
coat pockets, totaling about two grand. This is why he offered me an
occasional ten or twenty bucks at his Haddon Avenue barber shop when
I would come around after moving into Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park,
obviously afflicted with some small type of a guilty conscience. By
the way people, the DEATH
ANGEL has been annoying the
turdflakes out of me lately again, and right now is passing by
me' right side at 38 minutes past six of the clock on this Monday
damn ass evening. I absolutely know that the very same HALLS FAWCES
playing their endless and timeless non-satellite GASME GODS GAMES,
made a music legend do this unthinkable thing to me after I financed
his project called “BILLY HARNER 2000”, as well as made that
miserable bitch PLAYBOY BUNNY make me' life A LIVING DAMN HELL ON
EARTH AT ROBIN HILL causing me to end up in Atco at 134 Norris
Avenue, and also is doing this to me right now with these horrible
gangsters who have moved in here right next to me, OH
NON-CARING SHERIFF
KENNETH
J. MASCARA
SIR, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO Of Saint Lucie County, FLORIDA, USA, EARTH,,
SOL,,
MILKY
WAY
GALAXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
should be out of here within a couple of weeks, and if I do decide to
keep blogging and I may not, yo; it will be a good month give or
take, after the move. Yes sir, the Dow Jones shot up nearly a hundred
points today after another major death siege, and this is the very
same
CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING-CONTINUING
PARALLEL EVENT that has been ongoing with me in this nightmare
Dogtown mess ever since I awoke from my experience at Richard Barf
Karpf's house on Route 70 (Marlton Pike), on 15 August of 1986, when
with or WITHOUT lovely Sabrina Collins, or the great illustrious
Resorts Hotel and Casino of Atlantic City, NJUSA, “THIS ALL BEGAN”,
and with no help whatsoever from any moody elevators or future super
deadly technologies such as Velocitronics. So why did I mention the
Harner incident? So that I don't look like some asshole retard here,
I will make this more clear. If the music industry and its “WONDERFUL
PERSONAL ON BOTH SIDES OF THE SCENE”, ever grew a whiff of
conscience and humanity, and gave me one one-thousandths of what they
fully know that I deserve for all of the material that they have
taken from me over numerous decades of time known as IP
(Intellectual-Property); I would not be in the
horrible mess that I am in right now, AND LITERALLY
ON DEATHS DAMN DOOR!
Jan
6, 2020 2:00 PM – Jan 13,
2020 1:00 PM
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