KING RIVER CITY RAN AWAY WITH MY MIND

“KING RIVER CITY RAN AWAY WITH MY MIND”
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT, CONTINUING FROM 1995 AUDIO
DATE AND TIME FILE: 040609.034
B-E-G----inning Transmission:


This weekend was beyond putrid ladies and gentlemen, and not describable all though I will try a quick attempt, quick by my definition any way. It was so bad, that I have developed what some know as a stress sore on the tongue. Enough stress can cause this nasty condition 2 occur. Normally it goes away without any meds, but if not, I’ll shoot my big mouth off at the hospital whether I am believed or not, it still counts and I’ve learned that. This is obviously Y the man was complaining at Ann King’s doctors office a week or so back and I blogged the incident, when Ann told me that she almost did a LOBO and a Ben stone combined and nearly fell off of her chair when she heard him utter 2 the doctor, “Those fucklng chemtrails up in the sky” Today was nasty in the air with planes and chemtrails, and super nasty on the ground with a vicious motor cycle hologram all over the place, until well past dark by 90 minutes give or take, and this was nowhere near as warm as another day 2 weeks or so back in positive space and there were no where near that many biker trash annoying me. On top of that, the hell at the HOH or house Of Horrors, New Jersey style, as opposed to the island in amityhoaxville, New York. I haven’t started, so if U need 2 go 2 the toilet or blow your nose or grab a sandwich, please do it B4U read on my brother, as this will B a major, ONE OF THOSE MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS, BRO!!!!! This is a Men’s Warehouse Guarantee, friend, and how U look is somewhere between Filona Hughes and this warehouse ad man, BR!!!!!!!!! I may throw in a bit of levity 2 attempt 2 maintain my sanity, so B ready 4 that as well pweeeeeze my blogaud. U will not believe what I tell U, that is how fucked up and surreal the entire matter is, but rather than get all detailed item by item, let me start with a laundry list that can later on B elaborated upon individually, BRA. My system that Rog cave me crashed and burned, natch, this will B told in real detail and my mother’s murder fits into this, that and the game of solitaire in cards. Someone is playing with my head in the KING family, and Y am I not at all surprised, River City of 1980, 13 copyrights?????????????? Yes the Long River Blues is indeed a copyrighted song by me in this year, and we will get back 2 how all of this fits into this hellish day and weekend, bank on that one TD McCoy of First Akoslem on the Astral Plane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Jeb Hawks society had 2 even invade my bank, what next, a local cigar shop, cola man? Hay don’t blame yourself, not even your mighty family can do one thing 2 effect something as monstrous and gargantuan as the HUNTINGTON CURSE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, all of U seem 2 gravitate 2 those decade number years, am, I wrong RC?????? Dan Garfield warned me in 1969 not 2 go 2 the shore, translated Atlantic City, he knew his onions from a pot of porridge, huh BR!!!!!!!!!!!! No spell checker, do not let the MC change the reality, I did not say Dan Garfield, I said DANGERFIELD, RODNEY DANGERFIELD, and the entire story has been told and officially blogged all throughout the past 3 years on the website presently and formerly known sir Prince as www.blogger.com/, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If U study all my blogs that I just do not have time 2 properly edit, U can C how the Millionth-Council loves 2 play their silly stupid word games on my blogs, changing things that R legitimate words so I do not C the red lines of correction, and they always R being cute about something, BR!!!!!!!!! I swear 2 every god in the heavens that I am not playing games, nor am I messing around doing any of this, it is THE MILLIONTH- COUNCIL DOING THIS, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!! All anyone has 2 do is just read the last 18 months of my blogs 2 get totally blown away, but if U like getting blown away at light speed squared, do a Stacey Lattisaw and turn the tapes around on the flip side with an open reel, and 2 do this on a persons blog, simply start with this present blog and work backwards, blog 4 blog, chronologically. HA-HA Jane Dirtweed Monsterslapper, U missed me, 2 minutes past second botbar AM, screw U cakes!!!!!!! After what U and other BRIGGERS have all put me through, lawyers or no lawyers and stories coming out 13 Washington true or not true, I intend 2 go 2 the fucking Fiji Islands and stay there 4 sixty or maybe 120 years, and when I come back, all of U and your children will B out of my HAIR, Delilah!! Long beautiful hair my ass hole, what this is all about dwarfs the imagination of my wildest mind and things I used 2 believe were beyond far out IC now as tame, and know fully well that all of this goes far beyond any possible human reasoning even if we all had the brains of Einstein. Mark and Sarah aren’t the only 2 that know the diction, or know that it is always now here. OK, so is our daughter admitting something here Paula???????????????????????? Abbey Carmichael has a much lower tolerance 4 coincidence than I do, so Y should IB forced 2 keep hearing all the dog shit that I’m KING of fantastic imagination. Am I? Explain all these things then everybody, and many know what’s being said and many don’t, so I obviously am speaking 2 the ones who do, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will get more and more discreet now as time moves along and the 9th dimension sings her song and the stars kiss the sunlight good-bye. I do not mind this. Those guilty persons trying for nearly 3/5ths of a century 2 drive me nuts know damn well what is being said. To those that don’t, believe me, U do not need 2 know and U do not want 2 know, so skip over it and wonder, friend!!!!!!!!!!! Then we can skip 2 maloo my darling and go straight 2 the waltz that I wrote 4 Sarah when I was not such a nice fella, and this stays sealed up 4 now, BRO!!!!!!!! I need no icebergs 2 further sink me when I am all ready at the bottom of the Ernie Merker Sea!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need no Callio‘s, Calliendo‘s, or DeCapria’s playing with my head, BRO!!!!!!!!!! This is no longer funny let alone very funny Frankenstein Car Company!!!!!!!!!!! Just remember that I did U a favor, and now, if U really checked it all out, U know that U and 70 thousand other persons R part of what I made contact with in early July of the 70 year, and call, (T-H-A-T)-------(F-A-M-I-L-Y)!!!!!!!!!!! I stop after the ‘octacuz’ as I have coined the expression, breaking very old habits is difficult, so sue me. At least I am on the largest bill of the bank roll George!!!!!!!!!!! Where is he, wow, this local Berryville dude made it all the way 2 Hollywood, BRO, congrats!!!!!!!!!! Say hi 2 Rumson and Hawks and Blair and the devil when UC them, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a motley crew, U gotta admit it BRIGGBASE residents, they had a pair 4 daring 2 make that show, wo players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOLD U GINA, THE PHILLIES WOULD NOT ONLY LOSE THEIR HOME OPENER, BUT IN AN EMBARRASING SCORE, SIS!!!!!!!!! When they fucking persecute and torment me in endless hot hell fire, THE PHILLIUES WILL DIUE THE FLUYERS WILL FLY AND THE DOW JONES WILL SHOOT UP 2 THE MOTHER TRUCKING MOON. I have said this and said this and said this, and all of U know it, and also know that I have been right on the $$$money$$$ now 4 four straight mother trucking weeks, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE STOCK MARKET WILL GO UP 1000 POINTS EVERY DAY THIS COMING WEEK, AND B 30,000 B4U CAN YELL “JACK HACK QUACK SCREW ME”. I have said this now 4 a solid month and the persecution is so horrible that these diseased fucking maniacs R committing TOTAL FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MURDER, ON A LEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, MOUNTAINPEN, AND GETTING (SCOTT) FREE AWAY WITH IT, AUNT MARY. This is no longer the nineteen eighties baby, so don’t chop off any heads or make anybody go dead in the 13 land of WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY LEFT SIDE????????????? Abbey, we haven’t started this blog yet, move over coinkeedink hater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great and mighty Ann Silva King, not Silver, Queen Victoria Callio, stop playing with the machine smell bags, Anipoop, she says 2 me today, “U better get another pair of shoes”. Lots of people here were in the area and they all were smirking at me, I think my password has been breached, or Eddie has put a knife in my back, or else my youngest is trying 2 get Daddy murdered by a mentally deranged career criminal as the great Atlantic County Probation man John Judy refers 2 mighty King Dawn as!!!!!!!!! I just blogged that I have no money 2 buy a pair of shoes. U all know this. THAT FAMILY in the local branches here do not read blogs nor R they even users of computers, other than the fiancé of Joe King, big Elisa. If DK does murder me, the rest of her life will B spent behind prison bars, as JJ will B the first one notified if KS does not hear from me during any 2 week period. I learned a lot from Doc Hoffman and her little vampire notebook on DS back in the freaking ass sixties!!!!!!!!!!! Today the big barbeque was expanded, and unlike last week, the entire house was filled with people wall 2 wall. Dawn and Chicky’s 400 watt ear breaker stereo set was taken outside 2 the yard with the table and grill and all the silly Mickey Mouse stuff that makes Dawn feel like the queen she really isn’t. Most of her life has been spent where it should have been, behind prison bares where she cannot hurt innocent nice people. Back on point, Ed was here, along with Dawn and Chicky, Ann and myself, Joe and Elisa, Dawn’s girlfriend Samira, a giant 6 foot plus beautiful black girl, her 2 delicious tall giant black daughters, and another girl, and the two grandsons of Ann, Robbie and Jesse. This is quite a crowd in a small 6-9 room medical office with no hallways and rooms that sort of seem 2 just all go into each other, on first days’ of summer and all other days as well. Now 4 the mysterious child. No one would tell me who she was. I asked and asked. I was introduced 2 Samira’s 2 daughters, but I could not get an answer 2 who the 11 year old white girl was. Is someone in this {KING THAT FAMILY} playing with my head here, BRO?????????????? What was Robert McGuire really covering up that brought him fist or gun in hand 2 the window of an innocent tourist’s car that day that he later put sand in the gasoline tank and ruined my only vehicle? What is this family covering up, it is bigger than worm holes, field travel, areas, whatever, it has 2B. It has 2B so fucking huge that even Einstein gets involved in it years after the dude passes away, and I’ll bet that even he would not B able 2 figure al of this dogshit out. WHAT IS GOING ON ROGERM, JUST WHAT IS, AND WHAT DO U ALL WANT OF POOR ME? Do U want some demonstration that I can fly like fucking Superman or something, tell me and we can arrange a safe area, as I do not need the 177th Air Tactical Wing fucking with me, I never fly around here, NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ask Linda, she will tell U only in Cali, not in JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As 4 the lyrics that were never really mine 2 copyright, tell me persons of the Earth, whose were they humanly speaking, in Love Is 4 Carpenters? U have 2 understand that I went 2 bed one freaking night and it was a night like any night, I had no neon sign or a vision or a prophet or an angel appearing B4 me, this is not Hollywood, and the Lawtronics r real and they do not permit violations of certain physical things that R created 2 keep an order on this plane of existence. The next thing I know, a beautiful tall young girl with long dark hair is singing this song 2 me at the boardwalk where Tennessee Avenue’s onramp comes up 2, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I did my best Scylla 2 remember everything, I did not try 2 forget U, I am only human new, I live here, on this plane. Morty your pal is whining loudly in my right ear as I speak directly 2 your subconscious right now through this electronic medium. The part about seeing U on TV was what I never could put together or really get a proper handle on back in 1980 or any of the years following it until so very recently. If I was as smart as U seem 2 think I am, I would find a way out of this nightmare hell and break this wild wicked Huntington Curse. Some part of U remembered all of this about 7 years after U left me as Karge, I know this, that much I know. I can add up some single digits and get a correct answer, I am not that retarded that I cannot at least do that. Diana told me many secret things starting back as early as 1983 when she made direct contact with me humanly through the Privecode machine built by the International Mobile Machines Corporation. She did all of the electronic trickery and I still am not saying I believe the person that told me that Paula Junior is sending me signals. Was this her in here today, U know the answer, especially if it is U doing all of this? If all of U Gods and goddesses live just 2 play silly endless games, Y not give up the dreams and just exist without any interaction in the void? After all,if I a mere mortal as Mountainpen, do not feel the need 2 play stupid games 2 distract me from my knowledge that I must live with just as all of U, that existence is now and time is an illusion of forces that lawtronically interact with waves and particles in an ever downlining thought wave system off of the 6th dimension, Y can I do something that none of U mighty forces can, Y?????????? Y play this stupid fucking gamer forever, ass holes????????? Even the Camden County Prosecutor dude, Ron Wirtz, looked at me baffled and said that he could not understand Y all he could get from all of U were smiley faces, what is your fucking problem, BRO!!!!!!!! We were but 10 Sarah, but what is your fixation with 10, 7, 12, and 23, what is your problem big girl????????????? I have loved U all throughout infinity, can’t u just tell THAT-BOY the answer 2 this one simple thing. Shut up Abbey, I can read the upper line 2 honey!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There goes fucking Morty Mortino in my right ear again, first around 2 and now at a quarter freaking past!!!!!!!!!!!! If U want me smell bag, take me, I have no fear of U, Mister Death. In fact I fucking love U so come and take me ya rotten old bastard!!!!!!!!!!!! If I do not remain within 100 miles of Wildwood, U will not B able 2 take me in 31, and U better release me from this fucking prison in June, U promised me an END PROGRAM, RIKER!!!!!! If I ever find out that my government knows exactly what is happening 2 me and is just permitting this, I will own this entire mother fucking nation some day lock stock crock and barrel, if it takes a 300 year law suit, I have all fucking eternity, pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Traveler “from a place called New Jersey” is getting extremely freaking pissed off Gene Rotten Berry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is getting very old very fast. I’ll send a Tibbler Field through the orbital path of this planet through the solar system that will cause the next 10 million years 2 flash by in 5 minutes, don’t fuck with me!!!!!!!!!!!! It is flashing by, yet all much 2 slow, but never 2 late, huh Sky?????????????? Hay so I did not remember things, kick my ass if u want 2 and then get over it, IWALU, but this is beyond ridiculous Mack Kiter!!!!!!!!!!! Tell Cuz Les, it is beyond freaking ridiculous, it’s totally freaking absurd!!!!!!!!!!! Tell Fester I’ll pay him someday, if I ever get ahead that isn’t whopped off by the damn Queen, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U think that comment went by me, boss-man? They know I take a med that makes being out in direct sunlight 2 long a bit unhealthy, and U said and I saved the voicemail onto a fucking tape, WE WANT U OUT IN THRE SUN, and then U tried 2 change what U said, tapes don’t lie, and even if I sample synthesize U bud, the feds in their FBI labs can analyze it with scrutiny and know it’s a fake make!!!!!!! U said this, and I could end up owning your entire company, U wanna fucking play with me cock sucker!!!!!!!??????? I’ll get my fucking lawyers on U, ya bastards!!!!!!!!!!! I never ever hurt anybody in my life, and all jerk offs we seem 2 ever want 2 do is 2 do me fucking in at light speed squared, and I am just getting totally fucking fed up with this damn dog shit garbage, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y did the roulette system crash and what the truck does my mother being murdered and the game of solitaire have 2 do with the rolling oil can?????????? Let me explain it 2U, BRO!!!!!!!!!! When U take a deck of playing cards and think thoughts and maker random drawings of cards, and set up a quanta reality between thoughts and the cards, in any way, as u continue in this practice, UR creating a interwave. First, we all r here because in a place called the UPLINE, a teen aged girl had one single thought, and that thought IS all of this and all of us. The 6th dimension is not something U can even crawl into so it is useless and pointless 4 me 2 even try and discuss this on the blog. My mom was doing this without a real good purpose or reason when she played solitaire games, and told me that she is getting messages through the cards. Atheists and skeptics 2 this type of thing beware, UR fucking clueless 2 the powers UR scoffing at my friend. I watched these powers do things that I cannot legally discuss if I wanna remain out of Guantanamo!!!!!!!!!!! I guarantee that I know what I am talking about and this is real and not a bit made up, laugh and the laugh is on U, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am under siege from WOMO SCUZ DISEASE, and try working any system that attempts 2 beat the bank at roulette, using a random producing equalizer 2 any roulette gaming wheel used in any casino, the system will lose and lose and lose and lose, and this has been experimented with and shows consistent reality now since the year 2001, so forget space cadets and space odysseys my friends, and just let me tell U as bit more of the freaking story. This is real just as the fucking Fascitar is real, I should know. Y the hell would I make this shit up ladies and gentlemen, just tell me freaking YI ever would do such as nutty thing? No one alive would spend countless hours vlogging away a bunch of nonsensical horse shit, not the craziest bastard in the fucking world. Is this bit of giving me systems a mere game of amusement Rog, after all, who next in this wild family, Dawn or Ann, I mean they don’t even know how many freaking numbers R in a roulette game let alone how 2 play and bet and what the odds R on each type of bet? Now, on top of the crash today, and I mean total crash RC, I have not told a major thing as it only was remembered when a gang of jerk off bikers rode by around dusk last night and either one of them had a blow out or I got shot and here we go again on the Ernie Merker Merry-go-round of Incollingo‘s chocolate cake receipts!!!!!!! A quick flash back 2 a major trance, a second trance after my first trance back yesterday Sunday morning, the one I blogged about all ready. I was hovering over the planet Jupiter and suddenly fond myself hurling into it and instantly I was back at the Robin Hill Apartments in the beginning of November of 1980. This gets really wild and far out so B braced. Paula King and I had been married 4 a while and instead of moving in back on May 1, just months B4, my mom told me we had been there since 1975 shortly after the complex had been built. B4 that, Paula and I had married in early 1973 when we were 18, and her parents forced me 2 marry her even though she had done the despicable deed 2 me, and not the other way around. We had separated and she had taken custody of our ten year old daughter and moved 100 miles away. Mom was telling me I needed 2C a doctor, and was acting weird. I told her that I had fallen asleep on the couch and had a wild dream that I had lived an entire lifetime up 2 age 54, and could not believe that it all was just a dream and that I am really 25. She said I’ll turn 26 a month from yesterday and I knew it was November the 5th. I almost think it was a Wednesday but do not quote me as she always called Wednesday, hump day, and had mentioned it, and I asked her Y she was not working and she told me that she was tasking a vacation day and Y didn’t I remember that? I finally was convinced that this entire life from age 25.9 was really a bad dream. If anybody could believe such a fantastic thing, it would B someone with a surreal life such as mine. I kept staring over at my stereo, thinking how new and bright it looked, and was happy 2C my RS1500US open reel recorder sitting right there, as I remembered in the so called dream losing that machine 2 Paul Pedersen, my ex SPR business partner. I saw the reel tape on the machine with a yellow tape tab about 2 inches long reading a number, 62 in red ink, and I did used 2 number my reels in this reel, and that reel was my demo tapes as well as Donna’s version of Hair, all on that one tape. I went 2 play it, and only one of the 4 demo tunes was on there, no country tunes and no Lost Love song. Mom came out of the bathroom just as I made that discovery and she never had heard of the song Lost Love or my 2 country songs either. The songs on there were THE MORNING LIGHT and SPEND MY TIME WITH YOU. They appeared 2B sung by a very young child. When I mentioned this 2 mom, she said, U know, your daughter made the tape. I was beside myself trying 2 figure things out and she was annoying the piss out of me telling me that she was gonna call a doctor because of my strange behavior and amnesia. I finally told her 2 screw the doctor, and that I’ll B OK. Eventually I learned that there was no Haddonfield, New Jersey, it never existed. There was a Jim burr but he died by committing suicide on the Atlantic city expressway and left a note of how he was depressed and wanted 2 die. I went 2 computer school after my marriage 2 Paula and got a job in a place called Camden Enterprises. My bosses name was Glenn Turner. I had been in a fist fight at work a few months back mom said with 2 other men, and the 3 of us were all fired. I never worked at RPL Sound Studio, never drove a green Chevy Nova, but instead, and get this man, I had a motorcycle and a red Ford pick up truck. Paula was suing me 4 a divorce that I was contesting, and she had been awarded custody of our daughter. Mom said she did not ever hear me mention the name King or the name Callio. McGuire however was a different story, as mom said it was my wife’s great uncle. She had a sister named Nina. Whether this was Nina Soifer the daughter of Al from the Trinidad, I do not remember getting information on. I remember a strange small machine with a very bright light inside of it sitting near the hallway in the apartment. The smoke detector needed a battery and kept making that quick annoying bing sound. Then I remember seeing a fire in an apartment out of nowhere, right outside the window, the unit facing the court, and flames were shooting out where the brick was. It was very scary. The door would not open, nor would any of the windows, and I tried calling 4 help on the phone and the phone was dead. Then I tried ramming the couch through the glass window and the windows would not break, and I came 2 realize that I was imprisoned inside the apartment. Somehow the fire that my mom could not C was suddenly no longer burning. Mom thought I was nuts. However, when she saw the windows and doors were not penetrable, a look of heavy anxiety came over her face. Then the machine with the light in it started humming and buzzing and I really got nervous, but mom said it is ‘Paula’s gift box’, whatever the hell that meant, and just 2 leave it alone. It kept getting brighter and louder and the interaction intensified more and more. Finally I said to mom, look this thing is gonna blow up or something, we gotta get rid of it, or some close paraphrase 2 this. Then instantly it did blow up and the next thing that I knew was waking up with a bang here in my bed. I got no more sleep at all the entire day. I got dressed and exited my bedroom, into a madhouse of all the people here that I told U about earlier on in the blog. Funny, on the Astral Plane, Gawky Gaukauk told me that the letters of English Earth mortal world “R” and “D” interchange. Look at the word above, MADHOUSE. Oh well, move over Abbey Carmichael. Either I experienced a major hyperspace trip, or I had one helluva major abduction by the games master maintenance men of the broken Dellway pipes. Dell did indeed have his way, as did Jobs and Gates. Nothing has been the same ever since we all had a number and none had a name, and the blame game of shame came. How somebody can perpetrate such wicked evil on someone is beyond a shocked conscience. If I had listened 2 Rodney Dangerfield’s warning almost a year B4 going 2 Tom Reale’s house in late June of 1970, what would have happened I wonder? GM makes great cars, and GM was a beautiful young woman in 1969, and it is not that far fetched that a big star like Dangerfield would fall 4 her when she attended the show that time, but how did he know about me and my problems, was he one of them Paul Stoddard? How can I ever know when this government covers up every unknown thing they ever discover? What sick minds R running the show I wonder? Yes I enjoyed that ice tea a whole lot GM, and I was not a bit shy of telling the story on the internet. 2 bad hemlock wasn’t in it, huh Soc? That may have ended all my woes right there and then B4i ever retraced Donna and then she keeps retracing me back here, endless loops and stolen chains, Christ what is next? Speaking of which, I said to mom, something and then I added in the name of Jesus Christ, hold onto your hats. She said, who is that? I know I almost shit myself in a dream, and brother that is hard 2 do. Hyperspace is unfathomably larger, and we dream into it all the time, but somehow, this wild shit fucked up my entire day. Let me tell U what happened at work. I was listening 2 my newer updated Lois Foca lyrics that I submitted 2 the United States Copyright Office in 2007 on Halloween day. When the tape ended and I ejected it, the radio was set on KYW news station in Philadelphia, and an ad was on about purchasing Right Dress mulch from Mafco, on Jefferson Street in Camden. This was where I balled like a baby shortly after having my LOIS FOCA interaction in early June of 1980. I knew something major was up and it was tearing me apart. Now here I am ejecting the song and hearing an ad 4 the very spot I was at when I broke down and cried like a baby while on a clock patrol. On top of major siege, this was just the last camel straw Miss Maria Moldower. I was suddenly crying like a fool. I got a hold of myself and stopped acting like a pitiful baby who lost his milkk bottle, after all , I jhave only lost the love of my life, not a silly milk bottle. Still I walked around a little and collected my thoughts. As I approached a gate at the rear, a car was leaving the plant next door with the radio blaring and the song ended, and on came the same ad 4 Mafco Right dress Mulch. I walked a few yards and began crying like a fool again. Suddenly a new man who was gonna B trained by the normal dude who I knew was coming in shortly in a white pick up truck, was right behind me and had driven in from the opposite direction. I knew instantly that he would C me in tears if I turned around, and instinctively pretended 2 trip and fall I went down hard onto a surface that tore my pants at the knee real bad. I then resumed crying like a baby. He was a very kind man, and we got talking after I managed 2 compose myself. There is a wild tale 2 tell about this dude, and it is not the right time tonight 2 get into specifics. I will say in all honesty that this weekend was the worst one in my entire life, and the Dow Jones will B up 1000 points tomorrow, and another thousand each day, and will close over 40,000 points by summertime. Bank on this, BRO, as things have never looked this bleak 4 me, not fucking ever.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KSWL OF 2299, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHTED MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN IN 2009 ADEG, and this is all blahhhhhh and bleeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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