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This
day is already SUPER
BOTBAR,
but I managed to do one thing in all of this mess, which may buy me a
little time so that I can wait out the CVGP and move which I planned
to do all along whether
I was ever given my new
nabe from super hell
(Dogtown) or naut
oh lovely Mizz
AT&T Blake from 1983.
Allow
me to go on with this information, pweeeze!
I
did not pay my rent until this Monday morning due to a holiday as
well as the fact that when peeps are being this unfair and totally
mean to me, and borderline super criminal as well, somehow my credit
rating as well as paying on the button razor edge of time no longer
has the same meaning and or significance for me, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, many peeps were paying it today over at the PHA Office, and so
I wasn't alone. Holidays do indeed tend to fuck with people's
otherwise somewhat more normal schedules, yo yo yo yo yo yo
bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So fuck the Microsoft Corporation BROADCASTS.
It is extremely hot and sticky for an early morning, and it has been
at the top end of normal summer range around here for heat and
humidity, and as stated by this blogger on numerous occasions now,
this
is also a mere double-down of the devil, or as I sometimes say for
short a 'DDD',
as this is when shit around me that is always there, also tends to
heighten and worsen as well, BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me now draw my Fonda Sleaze Avoidance Coloring-Lines so I don't
have t make an already BOTBAR
TIME, EVEN DAMN ASS WORSE
for crying out fucking Fontana
Loudspeaker-LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
I wasn't sure if the world was semi-open today or naut, Mizz Blake,
due to July fourth coming on a weekend day, but it is open, or
semi-open as all things are during our nightmare mother fucking
Corona-Virus Global Pandemic (CVGP) SHITUATION FROM
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I managed to get me' rent paid,
and the
building manager
was there, as was the BM from two ago, the lovely
Mizz Marotto,
oh kind folks, and Microsucks FOLKsingers toothpaste fucking cunt
too!!!!!!!!!!! I tried very hard to keep my composure, but I was very
upset, and within a minute or so, I was given the magical new age
'authority' syndrome that was discussed earlier on many recent
blogging texts, and yes, I immediately gave the doggie-submission
signal (DSS), so that all order could be restored to the local-world,
or mine actually. But I managed to say an awful lot of good logical
things, and I waited for things said first to me, so that I could
turn their words into MY FAVOR for a change; an old trick of
MC,
which indeed can stand for numerous things here, from MIND
CONTROL
mainly, but also standing for MILLOIONTH-COUNCIL,
and yes, there are some others. But let's get back to the 'pernt'
here, while Sir
Archie
still remains on his wonderful seat with a hole in it, that he loves
to refer to in Queens, NYUSAESMWG, as a “terlit”!!!!!!!!!
No-sir
world; I won't bore you with a verbal play by play, despite it being
totally fresh in my mind, letter by letter, but when the conversation
worked its way around to why the new female Office Manager employee,
has not been around, or had me sign that “super urgent form”,
that for whatever the reason was not available for me to do so on the
date that she did my re-certification; she mentioned that the
pandemic was the cause of many things and then sort of tried to make
me look like I need to get with the program as far as that is
concerned, and that is what so PERFECTLY DOVETAILED INTO MY THEN
BEING ABLE TO SAY, and I'll quote, “Then how come it is okay for my
next door neighbor to grab my hand and shake it and grab me and hug
me, during this 'Pandemic' that is then supposedly so deadly and
dangerous”????? This time I had the HALLS FAWCES in a way that THEY
TOTALLY DESPISE, right by the Jack McCoy 'L&O' scrotum. They
hate with a passion when I am finally able to get one tiny bit of my
valid and legitimate points across to anyone, and normally and
usually, I both can as well as do, absolutely expect a HUUUUUUUUGE
kick in the ass retaliation from these invisible HALLS FAWCES; and
I'll mother fucking bet any of you out here, DOLLARS TO $$$$$$
DONUTS, that it is right around the corner, and waiting to pounce on
me, like a huge male lion who has not eaten a morsel of food for five
straight fucking days,
yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!! She
at that point had to change her existing tune of being totally NOT
ON MY SIDE,
and the incident being witnessed by a lobby area that had about six
people sitting on social distancing chairs with busybody listening
ears and hanging on every word being spoken by her and myself;
she had to then say, “No, that is not right at all”, after I told
about the HUGGER and HAND-SHAKER NABE FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many other things at that point were said, and with quite a bit more
of the vibes to my situation now switched more over to my side for a
rare damn change; I found her in total agreement with me, that
I should not have to go out of my legally paid for rented apartment
and sit at the river for hours and hours twice a week or more when he
blares his ILLEGAL SUB-WOOFER-MUSIC NOISE at me at his endless
discretion.
I also told her how he is doing it not just to enjoy the music, but
to harass me, and that his
visiting people are obviously part of my own family-enemies, and who
have paid them off to move there, and to do these things;
and when I carefully told about the vestibule area, and how they open
their door as I quietly walk by just to screw with me and ask me
where I'm going, which is none of their goddamn bizz to begin with,
and so on; and
she had to absolutely agree with me, as what other choice is there?
I am right, and this thing that is being permitted to happen to a
pathetic innocent senior fucking cunt citizen IS TOTALLY
WRONG!!!!!!!! Still, I am a realist and I know for absolute positive
sure that I never ever win when something like this has been done to
wipe me out, and if I did win, as right as this would make things in
the land of FAIR, which as most of us know only too damn ass well,
doesn't really exist outside of mythical fairytale's and legends and
read the kids to sleep books; so in the end of it all, if anything; I
am only trying to buy some time to survive, until I am able to move
out of here. Once I am trapped in a total WOMO-MILITUFORCE NIGHTMARE
FROM DOGTOWN AND BACK, there is never ever any way of escaping it,
magical songs from 83 and 97 all notwithstanding, or magical lab
technicians, Copyright Examiners, or endlessly employed JOB-KEEPERS
of the fictional NYPD Detective Green Society!!!!!!! My shit has
already been placed into the cosmic system, and I know this because
for the past ten minutes or so, veryloud slamming doors are
happening, and I am pretty sure it is my next door scum bag NABE FROM
HELL. The only other two who do this are Wacko-Sickie Donnie in unit
610 when he's off his goddamn meds, or the ILLEGAL visiting cousins
of across the hallway from me at James's apartment in unit 608, and
normally, I can tell if it is them or coming from down further
towards the elevator and vestibule area of this sixth hellish fucking
floor PHA Building, yo BRRR!
I
will be playing my Quantum Roulette soon, and using GENIE-WHEEL A33.
This means that whatever questions I ask such as “Should I bet 7
RED in a row TO WIN on my next play at the 'hypothetical' tables”,
and if it comes out as a “NO”, then I change it into a “YES”
because the wheel is heavily into the BMS (Black-Matter-Space) of the
graphing system, and so this means I WOULD BET RED for those 7 spins,
not including any house vig-greens that may pop in. As stated, I
actually have quite a few wheels always running, and I accurately
record the outcome numbers that any of them may pop up as by simply
recording the MASTER-SHEET-WHEEL numbers. If the master sheet wheel
number comes up as a 10, GENIE WHEEL may say it is number 23, and
then numerous other wheels will have their own transposition coded
numbers for that master-number. I don't have time to worry about more
than the GENIE-WHEEL right now, as this one is the one that is far
outside and beyond the NZV (Neutral Zone) of the hyperspace-effects
of cosmos!!!!!!!!!!!! So as mighty Sir Shoeknockeroutter CF
(Chester-Frank) would say here, “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
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