Chapter 13 Using Me To Sweep My Poor Phillies

Friday, May 19, 2006 Chapter 13 Using Me To Sweep My Poor Phillies

Well, the dirty bastards did it to me again. 3 straight losses, as with
every year, things go great till they fudge with me over and over, THEN
BANG BANG KAFREAKINGBOOM!!!!!!!!

Again they blew out my bowells before the game, and in addition, the
cia,nsa,bfa,milituforce, WHATEVER, as the young people say it so well,
our gen invented it by the way, and that miserable 'like' inbetween each
word, but back to my point, I was struck hard by a second death beam,
that causes the human heart to go into arithmyiac beating sequences,
skip, double beat, and eventually, you can barely breathe, and
sometimes, you die. I have power over death, and cannot be forced to
stay dead, so here I am, back at the machine this morn to shout out and
expose what these filthmamas are doing to a pathetic and innocent
victem. If I cannot get others to read my blog, the phils will be
totally destroyed. This is the first year that I have a slim chance to
use the PARALLEL EVENT to change these unfortunate events, as nobody
ever told me until last autumn, about INTERNET BLOGGING. Now, I will
attempt to register on my space.com, so possibly more people can learn
the truths of their evil and wickedness, that is in charge of this sick
world, and has been for thousands of years.

I could tell u about a night that haunts me to this very second, about
the Phillies, and one particular night game in late spring or early
summer of 1993, their last really great year. Ted Turner and his then
wife, Jane Fonda, did something to me so viscious to get their rotten
stinking braves to win, I'll hate their living gutts 500 years after
they both are in their miserable graves, and unless they get cremated
upon death, their grave areas will not be the first two that I admit to
have urinated on at 3 A.M. They control where the cameras zoom in,
Turner owns the freakin' network for crissake. They zoomed into the huge
clock that displays digital time readout, and my entire tv screen read
four huge ones, I will not write these 4 miserable numbers together, as
I know the evil power that they have against me, and they know it to, so
help me god, upon this being a lie, I hope all whom and that I care
about suffers endless agony!!!!!!!! The score was going back and forth
in my favor and theirs, but that last parallel event attack with the
digital clock WIPED ME OUT, T I D A L W A V E S T Y L E.

iF U FREKIN JAGOFF [EVERY WORD IN THE BAD-BOOK] ERS, don't leave me
alone, I will tell things so horrible, that life on earth will be so
miserable to u, you will not find any place to ever hide. At least in
1992, the last laugh was mine with the ballgame, until Mitch Williams,
my neighbor in Moorestown, threw that rotten pitch. He will never tell u
this, but a BFA air vehicle went over the park and sent a signal to his
shoulder that temporarily slipped a disc out causing a quick temporary
dislocation. They never stop, so neither can I.

I will make a deal with anyone on earth in a position of power who may
someday wish to get involved in this, and want to be a human being, and
help a dude out of a nightmare that does not end, nor is his fault: In
return for real help, what I can give back to u is not speakable, do not
wish to have blogging privelages taken away. The magic is that I cannot
do miraculous stuff that benefits me in any way, but that only limits me
to me, not others, sort of 2 people that must scratch each others back,
as neither can properly do their own.