Chapter 14 From Hereda-Hellda, And Back
Monday, May 22, 2006 Chapter 14 From Hereda-Hellda, And Back
My entire life was destroyed over the weekend. They put me under more hell than
any 10 normal people could have ever taken. Military all over me like I was an
enemy of the state or something, reminding my morians again, they have nothing
on me, as their is nothing to get on me, I committed no crime, EVER, even as a
juvy. They have on legal right to harass me endlessly and visciously as they do,
but that never has stopped these hurlbuckets before. All weekend long it was a
non-ending stream of major military attack, with helos, planes, jets, and
whatever these bums and cowards chose to throw at me, morning, noon, and night.
I do not hate them, they hate me, they started this, whatever this is, as I'm
not even allowed to know who is doing it, nor why, but they make no bones about
the fact that it is real, and gonna be there for me, and no help or even belief
nor relief, can ever be possible. Trump and Summer, and Callio, and Martino, and
big Rob McGuire, are behind my hell BIGTIME. All others I list in MORIANITY
BIBLE, are major instuments in the total demise and destruction of a poor and
pathetic innocent victim.
Everyone always goes around saying that they want to know about death and hell,
yet when they meet the one pathetic prick that can honestly and out front tell
them with total truth and accuracy, what it is all about, they treat me like
excremit. Last time I will ever tell anyone I work with about my blog. Now, he
has decided to have no more to do with me. Funny thing, if he is so sure of his
athiest beliefs, wouldn't u think he would be man enough to talk and tell me his
disagreement, in an open forum, instead of osyrasizing me like everyone else
does, HOW CHILDISH, this world is, I am dealing with dinasours, and I accept
that now, TOTALLY.
I make lots of typeagraphical errors, bear with me, as I need to work faster
than I would like to due to limikted time spots alloted here at the computer, u
can figure out for ex above that the mispelled word was ostrasized. Also THE
MORNING LIGHT, was cpyright 1980. not 89 as my error on keyboard so stated on
earlier entry, and I meant to say '60's kids, not 69. Clouds THICKEN after lots
of kemtrailing, they don't chicken, and so forth, I can only do my best,sorry
for wearing a flesh-coat. I may not be worth a dollar and a half, and be a
nothing as the world considers me, but if I am such a nothing, why do all these
dirtbags care so much about harassing me for over 20 runtslapping years, enough
to more than kill any fleshman. It killed me several times. I died in my sleep
last night around 9-11 last night, somewhere in there. I do not remain dead. I
am in total nothingness, it cannot be expressed. I can resend my beingness back
into my dream, at the point of death, or just after. If too much damage is done
to the body, I move over in hyperdimension, to another me at that point, and
dominate that other self, sending that other self back into a dead body in a
parallel reality. This is not all I can do. I have total power over motion. I
can point to a spinning heavy rotisserie for example, in a diner, and make it go
the other way. 5-10 sec. later, it will resume its normal direction of spin. I
can put my hands out in front of me in the water, pools, oceans, lakes, doesn't
matter, and think 'forward', and I move forward. If I think it again, I go
faster, again, faster. You'll never know how freaking cool it is to hear wind
whipping past your ears, there is no propulsion system to drown the wind sound
out. I do not bekieve I have a limit speed, though in a public pool ar at the
beach, I am careful not to get the CHARMED-CLEANERS involved in the situation.
But that's all about to change. Since no one wants to listen to me nor believe
what I say, and this endless hell-siege cannot seemingly ever be stopped, I must
come out. One day soon, the big story on action news will
be,......................, or they'll kill me, which won't do them any good.
They broke into my residence, broke things, cut wires, haraseed me on the job as
well as at home, on the road with deadly horrific air-siege, and u don't need to
know more for the moment, regarding details of my weekend hell. You do need to
know the reason for it, TO TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND WRECK MY PATHETIC PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM, WITH PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY. 5 straight frikin losses
now, where will it ever end. As long as they have me to wreck and
persefreggincute, UP GOES THEIR SATANIC STOCK MARKET, AND DOWN GOES MY PHILLIES.
If I was only crazy & nuts like all of u numbskulls think, how easy it would all
b for me. Take some sike-meds, see the shrink, and wow-pow, CURED. All gone,
only it aint. If you think people are out to get u, and they are not, you are
paranoid, phycotic, and delusional. But if they really honest to the gods are,
you are not sick. But how does someone win, in my situation, go ahead
einstein,tell me if you're so great. In 1987 I phoned 411 and asked directory
assistance for the number of a pschic reader in clementon NJ. Instead of getting
that number, the phony cia divertor board operator broke my bricks by giving me
the number of a man who visciously hurt my mother and I about 6 months before, a
landlord we had who treated us very bad and stole our money. Tell me how sike
meds and shrink therapy is gonna stop these things from constanyly occuring, and
I'll take meds from here to the moon and make an appt with a shrink quicker than
any of u doubters of my life story, could say 'jack robinsquat'. Don't laugh, it
is not 1 damn bit funny, anyone laughing can go to a firey hell.
My mother and I were terrorisically threatened, told we would be killed, by a
mysterious large indian dude in 1996 on the second friggin day od August, at the
'then' Turnersville,nj Pathmark food store. He drove a large lime-green pick up
truck, and my mother described all that happened to the wash.twp. constaples on
patrol, the gloucester county prosecutors office, and congresman rob andrews
office. We were sworn at, laughed at, and police report was all wrong, reversing
lots of critical things that we told them. U THINK U CAN WIN, OR BEAT THESE
FILTHY FOOKIN RAT-BASTARDS, and u are in for a huge stinking surprised. The
system is bigger that us, stronger than us, and much more evil, than we supposed
lawbreaking citizenry out here, and for the record, Y WOULD I LIE ABOUT ALL
THIS? Ask yourself why someone able to speak and write clearly, with no
dimensha, or obvious signs of illness to the mental community, other than the
claims that I am making of course. Let me go on to say that vey soon, I will
contact vivil liberties people, and tell them I am being persecuted for my
'religous' beliefs. I have a right to know what I know, and I do KNOW WHAT I
KNOW, AND U DO NOT HAVE TO LIKE IT, READ IT, HEAR IT, BELIEVE IT, OR ANYTHING
IT, BUT IS TRUE SO HELP ME THE GODS. Describe death and hell, ok I will. You
cannot ever escape it, u know it is real and happening, you cannot get anyone
else to see it no matter how blatant it is. U drive accross an intersection with
the car stereo too loud in woodbury. nj one night and do not hear the loud
police car barrelling down route 45. You slam into the cruiser with force
unfathomable to anyone not dead from it. You have locked and imprinted in your
mind 2 decades afterwards as clear as 2 minutes ago, the officers deep bright
brown eyeballs, the intense bluecolor of his uniform, the bodies merge as one,
and to the rest of the world, a terrible crash occured, and 2 dead people are
inside 2 totally smashed up vehicles, but I slide instantly over after realizing
I am in void nothingness and just left a nightmare dream, and pow, I go right
back into it. Reverse this, did u ever have a major vivid nightmare that upon
waking up from it, you try to stay awake so hard u shit yourself, cause each
time u can't sustain wakefullness, right back into the nightmare u go? U R C-ing
this all in reverse, and since I do not see the illusion of 'FORWARD-MORTAL' THE
WAY U DO, i KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, AND WITH KNOWING COMES ABILITY OT WALK RIGHT
BACK INTO THE NIGHTMARE OF LIFE. Much of the beingness I have, as with u, is on
astral or 'inbetween' existance. This is where, upon dreaming out and away from
the void-infinity, you start dreams on a light starry and airy place, where
thought that is somewhere between conscious and un-conscious enables us to not
have to plan a trip to the beach, you are home, u want to be at the beach, u r
there, no phycical limitations of a spacetime world, not that interaction on
this starry-astral level cannot contain a sort-of-a-time, when this is of your
choosing. IE, time can be, or not be, as u so choose it to be or not be, as an
old buddy,Bill S. once said. I was told in 1987 by a mister arthur bancroft, an
employee of the telephone company, that I was being messed with. He took me
aside, outside, away from 2 of his linemen partners, down my dead-end street, in
woodlynn, nj, and told this in a quiet but firm voice, to me. I am not F___G
making this up. and, I could tell you literally thousands of other things, just
like this, EVERY FREAKING YEAR. Radio shack repair shop in berlin, nj, a guy
tells me 2 years ago back in 2K4, somebody traumatized your tape deck. It never
dropped nor fell, and I live alone, with no one legally allowed to enter my
private space, and break my shit, but these crummy hurlbuckets do just that,
TIME AND TIME AGAIN. I have had viscious-bad weekends, and I have had long 5 and
10 and longer day sieges, but honest to the gods, this last 5 days, thriugh this
sick and twisted weekend, was a hell you could not pretend to be able to face.
No, you do not spell 'through' the way I just did, excuse my pisspoor typing,
please.
62 generations ago, I had an ansestor who knew what I knew. He was much smarter
than me, and far better with his hands, great carpentry work. The great
SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, was able to change our sick world for the better through
the use of this great man and master, and I am super proud that he was my 62ng
grandfather. He was smart enough to tell things in a story form, and not like
dumb old me, with direct truths, that drive people totally nuts, and are no more
than a pretext for arousing major aggression in all those who hear what I claim
to know and or be. It is only lack of YOUR understanding, that makes u see me as
a delusional nut, or a blasphemer, or a religios fruitcake, or however u choose
to name me. All that matters to me is that the great Sarah named me 'yancy'. She
gave me a city name, equivelant to the illegal immigrants getting a greencard
from us richnorthboys up here. U name me asshole of the century 4 all I really
care, she calls me the UN-NAMED 1, so screw the human race if it wants to
crucify me, my 62nd gramps, and have queenie moorshire take the head of mary
stuart, my direct ansestor too. Maybe she was not happy enough with her own
headm and history never told u that.
Now for the power of PARALLEL EVENT, since proof in a sci-lab is all u mortals
will ever look at seriously: In roulette, the devils game by the way, there are
12 bi-parameters to the 36 non green numbers, example, red-high, black-even,
low-odd, etc. Watching these occurances, and comparing the parallel event of the
next spin's 3rd parameter, ex. 22-black-even, the low and high is the remaining
3rd parameter. If after 34 BLACK-EVEN'S, next spin's low/high parallel event is
28 high and 6 low, a strong parallel event is for a HIGH OUTCOME to follow all
BLACK-EVEN'S. It is by no means giving you odds over 50/50 by, by 28:6, but in
long run play, computer random plays show that 7 % over the 50/50, will occur,
if the parallel event is more than 4 times, one over the other, such as in this
example, 28 highs is 4 or more times than 6 lows. The green numbers of 0 and
double 0, will eat your profit by 5.26%, hence long run play edge using PARALLEL
EVENT IN ROULETTE, is roughly 7 minus 5.26, which is DUH, 1.74, rounds up to
1.8%. This is something the casinos WILL K I L L Y O U O V E R.
DON'T MESS WITH THE IRS, or the casinos. If u get anything out of all that I
ever say on MORIANITY BIBLE, let it be this, beatles. Not a joke for generation
X to get, giving away my age again.
In closing today, I answered an ad in the courier post newspaper of
merchantville, nj, in late july 1979, and 3 days later was employed by a sound
recording studio. Their is a special spot in the attick of this large building
in camden, nj, where the great donna summer, the disco queed of the times, had a
demo record in an overage file. It would have been tossed to the trashmen in a
few days, as that pile's 12 year limit would be expired then, but
cooincidentally, I was told to go up and take the entire file, since I had just
purchased a turn table, but had no records, they were all broken in a recent
move from mantua, nj, to voorhees, nj. This demo 33 album, was donna gaine's
[maiden name], original version from the broadway hit musical HAIR. Nobody who
saw the movie can figure out the central park horse scene song that goes, oh
donna, oh oh donna, but it is because her friends mr. r and mr. r who wrote the
play, paid her to do an entire soundtrack of it, in munich germany, so she quit
high school before graduating jeramiah burke in the roxberry section of boston,
massachusetts, left her part time job as a meat packer up town, and tid this
wild album It stinks, but it is way cool, to hear the greatest vocalist of your
day, as a teenager doing an unknown work. The power of it will never be known.
MR. OBL, not standing for odd black and low roulette numbers, fits into this as
well. Donna's girlfriend ANGELA, may not want the twins back, but would u
believe that I wrote a letter to the architect and suggested that he name the
project WORLD TOWER BUILDING. He said he liked the idea,sonny, but I am going to
make a slight change if this is ok by me. He was just being nice to a young lad,
he didn't have to squat used beer in my underwear. Mary, mom and hell's angels,
wow donna, what were u and my lovely astral queen planning for crissake. Thought
u sang that one cut so beautifully, in that sweet little voice that u used when
u sang the song about being on the outside looking in. I'll bet the boy was
white as a morning kemtrail, anyway, you and angela go on writing my name
accross the sky all u want to, but remember princess, you say I mis took your
identity? Well, if so, y would u go to so much trouble to do and name an entire
album, just cause some dumb little schmuck in jersey is floating a few leaflets
that will disolve with rain and time? I know exactly what is going on, and soon,
the whoe damn world will as well!!!!!!!!!!
My entire life was destroyed over the weekend. They put me under more hell than
any 10 normal people could have ever taken. Military all over me like I was an
enemy of the state or something, reminding my morians again, they have nothing
on me, as their is nothing to get on me, I committed no crime, EVER, even as a
juvy. They have on legal right to harass me endlessly and visciously as they do,
but that never has stopped these hurlbuckets before. All weekend long it was a
non-ending stream of major military attack, with helos, planes, jets, and
whatever these bums and cowards chose to throw at me, morning, noon, and night.
I do not hate them, they hate me, they started this, whatever this is, as I'm
not even allowed to know who is doing it, nor why, but they make no bones about
the fact that it is real, and gonna be there for me, and no help or even belief
nor relief, can ever be possible. Trump and Summer, and Callio, and Martino, and
big Rob McGuire, are behind my hell BIGTIME. All others I list in MORIANITY
BIBLE, are major instuments in the total demise and destruction of a poor and
pathetic innocent victim.
Everyone always goes around saying that they want to know about death and hell,
yet when they meet the one pathetic prick that can honestly and out front tell
them with total truth and accuracy, what it is all about, they treat me like
excremit. Last time I will ever tell anyone I work with about my blog. Now, he
has decided to have no more to do with me. Funny thing, if he is so sure of his
athiest beliefs, wouldn't u think he would be man enough to talk and tell me his
disagreement, in an open forum, instead of osyrasizing me like everyone else
does, HOW CHILDISH, this world is, I am dealing with dinasours, and I accept
that now, TOTALLY.
I make lots of typeagraphical errors, bear with me, as I need to work faster
than I would like to due to limikted time spots alloted here at the computer, u
can figure out for ex above that the mispelled word was ostrasized. Also THE
MORNING LIGHT, was cpyright 1980. not 89 as my error on keyboard so stated on
earlier entry, and I meant to say '60's kids, not 69. Clouds THICKEN after lots
of kemtrailing, they don't chicken, and so forth, I can only do my best,sorry
for wearing a flesh-coat. I may not be worth a dollar and a half, and be a
nothing as the world considers me, but if I am such a nothing, why do all these
dirtbags care so much about harassing me for over 20 runtslapping years, enough
to more than kill any fleshman. It killed me several times. I died in my sleep
last night around 9-11 last night, somewhere in there. I do not remain dead. I
am in total nothingness, it cannot be expressed. I can resend my beingness back
into my dream, at the point of death, or just after. If too much damage is done
to the body, I move over in hyperdimension, to another me at that point, and
dominate that other self, sending that other self back into a dead body in a
parallel reality. This is not all I can do. I have total power over motion. I
can point to a spinning heavy rotisserie for example, in a diner, and make it go
the other way. 5-10 sec. later, it will resume its normal direction of spin. I
can put my hands out in front of me in the water, pools, oceans, lakes, doesn't
matter, and think 'forward', and I move forward. If I think it again, I go
faster, again, faster. You'll never know how freaking cool it is to hear wind
whipping past your ears, there is no propulsion system to drown the wind sound
out. I do not bekieve I have a limit speed, though in a public pool ar at the
beach, I am careful not to get the CHARMED-CLEANERS involved in the situation.
But that's all about to change. Since no one wants to listen to me nor believe
what I say, and this endless hell-siege cannot seemingly ever be stopped, I must
come out. One day soon, the big story on action news will
be,......................, or they'll kill me, which won't do them any good.
They broke into my residence, broke things, cut wires, haraseed me on the job as
well as at home, on the road with deadly horrific air-siege, and u don't need to
know more for the moment, regarding details of my weekend hell. You do need to
know the reason for it, TO TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND WRECK MY PATHETIC PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM, WITH PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY. 5 straight frikin losses
now, where will it ever end. As long as they have me to wreck and
persefreggincute, UP GOES THEIR SATANIC STOCK MARKET, AND DOWN GOES MY PHILLIES.
If I was only crazy & nuts like all of u numbskulls think, how easy it would all
b for me. Take some sike-meds, see the shrink, and wow-pow, CURED. All gone,
only it aint. If you think people are out to get u, and they are not, you are
paranoid, phycotic, and delusional. But if they really honest to the gods are,
you are not sick. But how does someone win, in my situation, go ahead
einstein,tell me if you're so great. In 1987 I phoned 411 and asked directory
assistance for the number of a pschic reader in clementon NJ. Instead of getting
that number, the phony cia divertor board operator broke my bricks by giving me
the number of a man who visciously hurt my mother and I about 6 months before, a
landlord we had who treated us very bad and stole our money. Tell me how sike
meds and shrink therapy is gonna stop these things from constanyly occuring, and
I'll take meds from here to the moon and make an appt with a shrink quicker than
any of u doubters of my life story, could say 'jack robinsquat'. Don't laugh, it
is not 1 damn bit funny, anyone laughing can go to a firey hell.
My mother and I were terrorisically threatened, told we would be killed, by a
mysterious large indian dude in 1996 on the second friggin day od August, at the
'then' Turnersville,nj Pathmark food store. He drove a large lime-green pick up
truck, and my mother described all that happened to the wash.twp. constaples on
patrol, the gloucester county prosecutors office, and congresman rob andrews
office. We were sworn at, laughed at, and police report was all wrong, reversing
lots of critical things that we told them. U THINK U CAN WIN, OR BEAT THESE
FILTHY FOOKIN RAT-BASTARDS, and u are in for a huge stinking surprised. The
system is bigger that us, stronger than us, and much more evil, than we supposed
lawbreaking citizenry out here, and for the record, Y WOULD I LIE ABOUT ALL
THIS? Ask yourself why someone able to speak and write clearly, with no
dimensha, or obvious signs of illness to the mental community, other than the
claims that I am making of course. Let me go on to say that vey soon, I will
contact vivil liberties people, and tell them I am being persecuted for my
'religous' beliefs. I have a right to know what I know, and I do KNOW WHAT I
KNOW, AND U DO NOT HAVE TO LIKE IT, READ IT, HEAR IT, BELIEVE IT, OR ANYTHING
IT, BUT IS TRUE SO HELP ME THE GODS. Describe death and hell, ok I will. You
cannot ever escape it, u know it is real and happening, you cannot get anyone
else to see it no matter how blatant it is. U drive accross an intersection with
the car stereo too loud in woodbury. nj one night and do not hear the loud
police car barrelling down route 45. You slam into the cruiser with force
unfathomable to anyone not dead from it. You have locked and imprinted in your
mind 2 decades afterwards as clear as 2 minutes ago, the officers deep bright
brown eyeballs, the intense bluecolor of his uniform, the bodies merge as one,
and to the rest of the world, a terrible crash occured, and 2 dead people are
inside 2 totally smashed up vehicles, but I slide instantly over after realizing
I am in void nothingness and just left a nightmare dream, and pow, I go right
back into it. Reverse this, did u ever have a major vivid nightmare that upon
waking up from it, you try to stay awake so hard u shit yourself, cause each
time u can't sustain wakefullness, right back into the nightmare u go? U R C-ing
this all in reverse, and since I do not see the illusion of 'FORWARD-MORTAL' THE
WAY U DO, i KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, AND WITH KNOWING COMES ABILITY OT WALK RIGHT
BACK INTO THE NIGHTMARE OF LIFE. Much of the beingness I have, as with u, is on
astral or 'inbetween' existance. This is where, upon dreaming out and away from
the void-infinity, you start dreams on a light starry and airy place, where
thought that is somewhere between conscious and un-conscious enables us to not
have to plan a trip to the beach, you are home, u want to be at the beach, u r
there, no phycical limitations of a spacetime world, not that interaction on
this starry-astral level cannot contain a sort-of-a-time, when this is of your
choosing. IE, time can be, or not be, as u so choose it to be or not be, as an
old buddy,Bill S. once said. I was told in 1987 by a mister arthur bancroft, an
employee of the telephone company, that I was being messed with. He took me
aside, outside, away from 2 of his linemen partners, down my dead-end street, in
woodlynn, nj, and told this in a quiet but firm voice, to me. I am not F___G
making this up. and, I could tell you literally thousands of other things, just
like this, EVERY FREAKING YEAR. Radio shack repair shop in berlin, nj, a guy
tells me 2 years ago back in 2K4, somebody traumatized your tape deck. It never
dropped nor fell, and I live alone, with no one legally allowed to enter my
private space, and break my shit, but these crummy hurlbuckets do just that,
TIME AND TIME AGAIN. I have had viscious-bad weekends, and I have had long 5 and
10 and longer day sieges, but honest to the gods, this last 5 days, thriugh this
sick and twisted weekend, was a hell you could not pretend to be able to face.
No, you do not spell 'through' the way I just did, excuse my pisspoor typing,
please.
62 generations ago, I had an ansestor who knew what I knew. He was much smarter
than me, and far better with his hands, great carpentry work. The great
SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, was able to change our sick world for the better through
the use of this great man and master, and I am super proud that he was my 62ng
grandfather. He was smart enough to tell things in a story form, and not like
dumb old me, with direct truths, that drive people totally nuts, and are no more
than a pretext for arousing major aggression in all those who hear what I claim
to know and or be. It is only lack of YOUR understanding, that makes u see me as
a delusional nut, or a blasphemer, or a religios fruitcake, or however u choose
to name me. All that matters to me is that the great Sarah named me 'yancy'. She
gave me a city name, equivelant to the illegal immigrants getting a greencard
from us richnorthboys up here. U name me asshole of the century 4 all I really
care, she calls me the UN-NAMED 1, so screw the human race if it wants to
crucify me, my 62nd gramps, and have queenie moorshire take the head of mary
stuart, my direct ansestor too. Maybe she was not happy enough with her own
headm and history never told u that.
Now for the power of PARALLEL EVENT, since proof in a sci-lab is all u mortals
will ever look at seriously: In roulette, the devils game by the way, there are
12 bi-parameters to the 36 non green numbers, example, red-high, black-even,
low-odd, etc. Watching these occurances, and comparing the parallel event of the
next spin's 3rd parameter, ex. 22-black-even, the low and high is the remaining
3rd parameter. If after 34 BLACK-EVEN'S, next spin's low/high parallel event is
28 high and 6 low, a strong parallel event is for a HIGH OUTCOME to follow all
BLACK-EVEN'S. It is by no means giving you odds over 50/50 by, by 28:6, but in
long run play, computer random plays show that 7 % over the 50/50, will occur,
if the parallel event is more than 4 times, one over the other, such as in this
example, 28 highs is 4 or more times than 6 lows. The green numbers of 0 and
double 0, will eat your profit by 5.26%, hence long run play edge using PARALLEL
EVENT IN ROULETTE, is roughly 7 minus 5.26, which is DUH, 1.74, rounds up to
1.8%. This is something the casinos WILL K I L L Y O U O V E R.
DON'T MESS WITH THE IRS, or the casinos. If u get anything out of all that I
ever say on MORIANITY BIBLE, let it be this, beatles. Not a joke for generation
X to get, giving away my age again.
In closing today, I answered an ad in the courier post newspaper of
merchantville, nj, in late july 1979, and 3 days later was employed by a sound
recording studio. Their is a special spot in the attick of this large building
in camden, nj, where the great donna summer, the disco queed of the times, had a
demo record in an overage file. It would have been tossed to the trashmen in a
few days, as that pile's 12 year limit would be expired then, but
cooincidentally, I was told to go up and take the entire file, since I had just
purchased a turn table, but had no records, they were all broken in a recent
move from mantua, nj, to voorhees, nj. This demo 33 album, was donna gaine's
[maiden name], original version from the broadway hit musical HAIR. Nobody who
saw the movie can figure out the central park horse scene song that goes, oh
donna, oh oh donna, but it is because her friends mr. r and mr. r who wrote the
play, paid her to do an entire soundtrack of it, in munich germany, so she quit
high school before graduating jeramiah burke in the roxberry section of boston,
massachusetts, left her part time job as a meat packer up town, and tid this
wild album It stinks, but it is way cool, to hear the greatest vocalist of your
day, as a teenager doing an unknown work. The power of it will never be known.
MR. OBL, not standing for odd black and low roulette numbers, fits into this as
well. Donna's girlfriend ANGELA, may not want the twins back, but would u
believe that I wrote a letter to the architect and suggested that he name the
project WORLD TOWER BUILDING. He said he liked the idea,sonny, but I am going to
make a slight change if this is ok by me. He was just being nice to a young lad,
he didn't have to squat used beer in my underwear. Mary, mom and hell's angels,
wow donna, what were u and my lovely astral queen planning for crissake. Thought
u sang that one cut so beautifully, in that sweet little voice that u used when
u sang the song about being on the outside looking in. I'll bet the boy was
white as a morning kemtrail, anyway, you and angela go on writing my name
accross the sky all u want to, but remember princess, you say I mis took your
identity? Well, if so, y would u go to so much trouble to do and name an entire
album, just cause some dumb little schmuck in jersey is floating a few leaflets
that will disolve with rain and time? I know exactly what is going on, and soon,
the whoe damn world will as well!!!!!!!!!!
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