Blog number 8

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football ----- 080207.412 ----- Blog #8

I am on a quick multifunction computer operation, must duplicate a downloaded file and do this simultaneously, so if it is not perfect or a line seems out of order, I am not checking the type as often as I should B. This is the 11 or botbar number year anniversary of the terrorist attack on me and my mom that I am hoping was accomplished by the “home-growns” back last evening as a message to cool it with hurting me this bad 4 so incredibly long. 4 well over a year, my life would not permit any normal mortal 2 survive; believe me or not mister Palance Ripley, and luscious daughter. Let me show U some secrets that I was not sure some of my friends ‘out there’ knew about. Mary Carter Paints Company is a front for the No Such Agency, and they own the Resorts Hotel and Casino, and all of this is a wild parallel experiment to control gambling situations and 2B sure that pro systems gamblers like me in 1986 on their MUST STAY DOWN AND POOR LIST, and they had to deal with my ability to use parallel event on roulette, not that I played like a total pro, still in single black buck level I made 96 hundred on the year for an enjoying job where I worked 4 me as long as I obeyed the casino rules, they had 2 pay me and they did not like it at all, but the main connection 2 this is a top secret project called OVERPAINT, discussed on a prior blog in some detail, PB. Another top secret that I think some recently retired agents have finked about after getting out and realizing how evil some of what they were doing really was, and fearing death and dying in coming years, made amends by getting some of these great super secrets out of CIA/NSA closets and into the HG’s. The other biggie is called Operation QUIETACID, and is an invisible and odorless corrosive, a bondage of powerful chemicals, one of which is based on a derivative of a lab created super concentrated sulfuric acid. People can drive over bridges and places and throw out a cup cap full of something that appears like water or coffee, out of a car window. After about 4 gallons per so much tonnage, I used to know the formula, a bridge collapses and no one knows Y, so they blame it on aging infrastructures, rain and weather, and always R super quick to alleviate panic and fear and instantly announce, “No, it is not terrorism”. Am I saying at 7PM last night, the Mary Tyler Moore Show Bridge, suffered this attack? I have only my knowledge, and as the bionic people say,” WE HAVE THIS TEK”. Anyway, starting at noon on the dot on Tuesday, I fell into intense excruciating agony, it was as though a powerful herd of mules and bulls kept kicking me in my left lower back, like a powerful high school bully giving UA kidney punch, UR 4-10 and 88 pounds, and he or she is 6-3 and 350. I went into the Krassle/Kessler Horse pistol [Hospital] at around 8 PM and got out well into 1 AM or just shy on early Wednesday. Nothing shows up on the piss test. The cat scan says it is basically a skeletal muscular series of pulls, only I was just sitting down on a couch when this occurred, so what would make this sudden onset occur, perhaps Sarah Callio’s vicious witchcraft, to get back at me 4 her boyfriend, Mayor Levy’s recent back troubles and recent back surgery. The giant pussy attack at the Hospital was incredible and beyond bizarre, not one girl, patient, visitor, or nurse, under 6-2 and one big black chick was 500 pounds and close to 6-8, 3 heads taller. She walked fast, it was all muscle weight, no fat on her big powerful dangerous body. I was in excruciating pain for 12 solid hours until the oxycoton finally kicked in a bit. Spellchecker on the word program shows I am misspelling the drug name but will not give me any reasonable alternate spells, so screw it; I am in a rush and have no time to Google-play with it. The market was down Tuesday, but once the Street found out that I suffered, it erased all the prior losses, just as I predicted would happen, and rallied the last third hour yesterday. This is how I know the endless direction of the DJIA. I also know when I am about 2B assaulted. They lose 2 much, and it’s “let’s slam Mountainpen 2 fucking death” time!!!!!!!!!! Thank U HG’s for the MTMB retaliation, if this is what it was. I am no longer playing defensive only football. No team ever won a game anywhere on this planet, without playing an offensive, and it won’t work 4 me either.

Bye-Bye great SK. No matter what any of these mortals do to me, I can overcome it sooner or later. Cat and your Trump tower power, U impress me like a ton of Dog diarrhea. Do not burn any bushes brown eyes 4 anyone but your THAT BOY, or I will tell so many secrets, the world will literally go sailing off into a frozen dark orbit forever ending life on Earth for mankind, I have had it.