And, it was no Tapiocas, like what they eat out on Long Island: it was a case of the "Fukuoka's" from Japan sent via the wind to me, a maniac in Maine. Just to be clear on the differences of diseases contracted in this world!
Now that I have had a severe case of the Fukuoka's, I'm edgy for a cure as I think that I might be lost forever under the 295 bridge analyzing lodes in loads with the capacities for lab equipment supplied honorarium by my alma mater three times removed: USM, as expected and henceforth called the 295 Twit Lab of JSB for JSB and by JSB to analyze what it is others are so busy analyzing all the time.
FYI as a first observation: flush before you get up; it builds character! And, kill as many gnats as possible or wear a hair net.
Some people are more interested in horny men without sandwiches is the only conclusion that I can draw. Old age might be a curse, but don't let it rule you like the Koran states in so many words: education on the old is as pouring water into sand. I'll leave it at that and feed the rest of the General Tso's chicken to the dog and give the chocolate milk to the cat. OK? I hope this makes everything and anything square regarding all former epithets to my epitaph by and from those near and far included and not included in these emails about my particular case of the "I LUV Fukuokas," never minding all the med adjustsments for the schizophrenia. The med adjustsments for the schizophrenia are forgiven along with the humping dog arrested development kid stuff comments not ever realizing for one minute THAT even Bill Gates and Warren Buffett have to squat to shit every morning, no matter how rich and famous or whether they are featured in National Geographic or not or even whether some idiot thinks 100 degrees F is the boiling point of water. Let the idiot think that if he wants to. It's not harming anyone, whether Jesus shouted from tops of mountains or the I LUV Fukuokas shouted at the tops of mountains: you all all of you judgmental stuipud faic freaks for lessons in quixophasia easily installed in three easy payments made payable to the Fukuoka Women's University for enhanced arts in the total amount of 60$ or suffer the penalties of the I LUV Fukuokas running through your blood lines for at least seven even unto eight generations bearing in mind that I saw a urologist for that particular side effect so all your curses and invocations will just go in stride with my Fukuokas until time everlasting and I can't wait to convince the doctor to fix me up with that cute twit analyzing things behind the protective glass at the doctor's office. However, I do find her to be a nice lady as I think she is either interested in my pet therapy dog's little wee wee or the big wee wee at the other end of the leash when she comes out with those dog bones. Might have to sit tight on THAT. Don't know yet. I don't really have a clear connection to Yoda anymore what with the Fukuokas and all.
Good. I'm glad somebody sympathizes with my case of the I LUV Fukuokas. I was getting desperate for help with it. But, better watch out Nancy: you might be next for the disease if that is what it is, although my theory about it is that the Japs and Krauts exchanged weaponry secrets during WWII and somehow infiltrated the Fukuoka weapon to strike an unsuspecting maniac in Maine sometime in the future. So, you might be safe although I hear that Nu Jerkers can come down with a case of the Tapiocas of the Martha Stewart variety, which might be a worse weapon of mass destruction exchanged between the Krauts and Japs during WWII in top secret especially for New Yorkers. Not sure about other states or state secrets yet. I'll let you know what Yoda says about it bearing in mind I can't hear Yoda with a case of the Fukuokas, which makes it a dangerous disease to have considering the twit lab for JSB by JSB and of JSB is right across the street under the bridge over 295 where JSB will take up residence to analyze the things that other people analyze fully funded by honorarium gratis academic types who are into analyzing things working furiously forever for the enhanced arts program at Fukuoka Women's University in Fukuoka, Japan.
Just found out something that the Fukuokas are good? for when I went out to get close to some real women, like within ten feet because I went out: it nice day and that is if you tell a drunk homeless man who saunters up to you off the street to bum a cigarette about the differences in the Tapiocas disease of the Martha Stewart variety in Nu Jerks and the Fukuoka disease I am currently afflicted with in Maine and explain that it is sent through some time lapse when the disease or weapon was invented by the Krauts and Japs during WWII to infiltrate unsuspecting maniacs on CL discussion forums who have discovered the fuk option for Fukuoka (kind of like the wtf option for wichita falls), the homeless guy will walk away saying in his exact words: "I gotta go: my head's not on right" forgetting about the cigarette even though I reminded him of it offering a cigarette before he ran away from me. I feel bad because I might have inadvertently spread the disease of I LUV Fukuoka to another unsuspecting maniac in Maine: namely the homeless guy who only wanted a cigarette from me, but then ran away saying that his head was not on right. I fear an epidemic that the CDC should look into pronto.
Upon hearing that this stuff must get published: That's all fine and dandy, Nancy, but if my Key bank account gets investigated by governor LePage like what was told me vicariously through certain channels straight from the governor's lips: it means the twit lab under the 295 bridge is open for the business of analyzing what it is twits analyze, which further means no cigs, no food, no ginger ale to imbibe and most likely will mean Luco Brazzio swims with the feces after all and there are no fishes in feces. It would seem that that is the narrow path by which I shall enter the eye of the needle as a camel incarnate since nobody is interested in the details. Meanwhile, the world will go on as if nothing happened with twits furiously analyzing what it is they analyze until the mythical messiah shows up as the 8 billionth baby, for you know not what assholedom is in the world so do things up to seven times, yea, even eight times to get the point across. If the point is still not taken and all I hear about is horny men without sandwiches, then just feed the rest to the dogs like the Chinese do after dinner before fortune cookies and if you are a dirty white boy in search of Chinese riddle: General Tso's chicken followed by chocolate milk then fortune cookie. But, sadly: I don't think even the fortune cookie could've predicted the severity of the Fukuokas that I contracted. And, they continue because I have been placed in isolation at Spring Harbor with nobody to talk to as I write this using telekinetic powers to control key strokes on the nearest computer with wifi and under heavy sedation from Diazapam, the name of a fetish I came up with for the thing I have for the nurses here what with all their analyzing: I can't help but pop a boner for which I get punished yet Paris Hilton gets house arrest for much worse crimes. Haven't heard much from Paris since her porn debut. Maybe I'll look into using my telekinetic powers to tap THAT!!! I would very much like to get on top of her and punish her for all of her crimes against everything sacred known to man, though I liked the porn clip she did. Although, come to think of it: Lindsay Lohan or the Kardachians might be easier to communicate with through my telekinetic powers stuck in the isolation room at the hospital with no hope for physical people contact or even a telephone call, much less an email: albeit, you have been more than kind in comforting me in my present state of the I LUV Fukuokas all for the enhancement of Fukuoka arts at the Fukuoka Women's University in Fukuoka, Japan. WoW! to be a RA in one of their dorms!!! but, maybe I am just dreaming now.
I get this strange eerie feeling that people are leaving me alone with my Fukuokas probably because they are afraid of catching them (kind of like the stigma surrounding AIDS in the hay day of it), yet, when it's my schizophrenia: it's all call the doctor and get the meds adjusted. I just wish somebody would call me or write me or visit me in Portland, ME: the epicenter of the Fukuokas located underneath the bridge over 295 where I will be if I am needed for anybody's companionship. Call me anytime: if it's not me you reach, just leave a message unless there is some funny glitch in the phone systems as google voice and skype are wonton behemoth sluts ready to smother any resemblance of individuality or free expression over the very networks that they provide for that purpose. Also, I am pleased to announce my new engagement as pictured at left in great moments with blow up dolls.
Please don't be mad at me! If you must know: you and my dad taught me to be obsessive compulsive, persistent and an outright asshole to get a point across and the point is this: adjustments to the meds for the schizophrenia are one thing and the Fukuokas that I have recently been afflicted with are another thing THAT I don't think the doctor can prescribe anything for relief from this disease of the Fukuokas that I contracted somehow unwittingly. THAT is the difference THAT I have been trying to get across in the entourage of emails, the which I did not include personal matters of particularity (in my miniscule knowledge) to the particular twits with whom I went to school in NYC and included in some emails and whom I was targeting vicariously as an offshoot to making the point to you; killing a few birds with one stone so to say. So, if anybody wants to sue me for any supposed slander, my defense will be: it's not StuxNet! Otherwise, I am sorry for what might or could've been construed as mean spirited. Hopefully, there won't be any hard feelings and we can go to Norm's bar and grill one day where they have good food, according to dad.
What's more is I am going to have to google Paris Hilton's porn debut tonight and if I can't find it: I will have to search for the Sarah Palin porn look a-likes until the Sarah Palin, in all her twit glory, is featured in glossy print foto mags anytime soon for which I will stand in line for days beforehand to buy just to be the first man to sully her fotos in the glossy print mag that cost me 20$ for a few seconds of pleasure and all in an effort to forget the Fukuokas for a brief instant of time. Surely as my name is Shirley you can call me Shirley or surely if you will. No biggie.
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