01-25-2019
Steve
–
Looks
to me like a revolution took place in France.
As
I said at Rosary in a classroom that is still there, “They fucked it up.”
In
1791, my relative left the country, but he’d be back.
How?
My
“other relative” escorted his boat in 1814.
I’m
all for a WWIII waged against the United States.
A
psychic uncle said, “You’ll be too old to fight.”
I
have firsthand evidence I am too big to fit in the cockpit.
I
did not catch her name.
See
video---see pilot.
As
“Peggy” yelled out in front of the Goebel, “Deep shit!”
BH
01-25-2019
How
bad is it at the shelter Richard Blum’s relative should get me out of? I have
passed Initiation Rites:
-I
told a rather obvious Meth Thug (white) to get out of the shower room. He asked
for “help.” What the fuck does that mean? He then said, “I’ll bust your head.”
Got motel money? Got bail money?
--I
was later assigned to put paper towels and toilet paper in the aforementioned shower
room. This I did without the imminent busting of my head with nobody
downstairs. Want to go down there? I’d go to a martial arts class first.
---My
final feat was to switch out a broken cot when all stood transfixed, helpless, retarded,
or damaged by what the Cuban embassy staff described as like a “head injury.” Afterward,
the 350 pound (black) cot occupant said, “I thought you were a bad guy.” Why? I’m
sorry that, as usual, I know what the “head injury” is, and no one is talking
to me about this crap except in merry old England. Since around 1690 the Hughes
family has been here and I am carrying a gifted fucking Aldi bag? Love is the
answer? No, a nuclear war is, dude.
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