BungalowSM 11/02/17 by Leslie A. Fischman
So I just got home. Walked from Bungalow Santa Monica, took off my Gap dress, and wore a dark blue knighty home, the whole Wilshire Walk, in my Dolce Vita boots. Ya this isn’t Melrose, skipper. Thanks #MarkZuckerberg, okay so anyways, whaling is illegal only at Santa Monica Airport, to eat. But whaling is okay, better, than an Oval Office Instagram to my dome. So anyways, pretty isn’t perfect anymore, but best viewed as retarded, obnoxious, harmless, stupid, and ignorant of consequences for their actions, easily misled and affected by others, and easily react to their environmental stimuli, let’s call them whores, also known as psychics, with a gift of pleasing men and making others feel good about themselves warm, they are our light code, not to be abused. But cherished, for their free spirit, and picky virtuosity.
I had two drinks, after the second, yacking, and then did the hokey pokey in the left bathroom stall on video for President Trump, barfing with Adele, talking about middle names and such on the wooden steps and flooring to a mounded bar platform, and deck. Cute décor, that all makes sense, I’m sure Disneyland cares that much to recreate a situation, that’s funny on the inside and cute on the outside, that’s called good hoteling. I gave a few speeches, then sang back at one, and explained how we got a Waldorf Hotel, after singing back at one, in front of the Waldorf right of the Towers in front of Colgate. I was told they’re no longer there it’s a different Hotel now, bought by another owner. We used to stay in the Marilyn Monroe suite with a balcony, Jettoson me where, MLK goes freeze, big faced at me, the MLK Memorial, my Asian Cab Driver, said “you live by the gun you die by the gun.” Ya well sitting right next to Judge Nakamura, missing a second page, he looked at me and I looked at him, and we both could not make sense of the shennanigans (disbelievers ofetn times cause wrong conseqences back toward defenses, forward for themselves, an exchanging of words, to result in an exchanging of places in life, well here, are my words, and just point to a box, and let me die hard I shouted on Wilshire, like Princess Diana that was a joke, inside joke, between her cab driver and I. At my Ex’s Mock Trial, episode one, I asked for the second page, and took my time reading it to myself, then responded to questions, that made no sense to me. The case ended, the defense one, over a mouse in a box, we’ll talk to Youtube, there’s more to it, my Gay neighbor does special effects for film working in Santa Monica, and goes, “so who do you think did it?’ After all I wrote, he then asked that question, well not my fault, shouting at the top of my lungs on Hollywood Blvd, “because 2008 wasn’t good enough.” “Don’t blame the Gay Panthers.” And in front of Le Petite Four shouted “if you blame the Dinosaurs you’re fucking retarded.” And we got just that reaction, me a retarded whore walking down Wilshire in a nightie, from Victoria’s Secret like n episode of Cribs MTV, viewing Mariah Carey touring her house, with a collection of nighties, whom I admired, wanted to be just like, and collected the same, when trying to keep a mate. Funny how things turn out, in the wrong direction, miscommunications often lead to much trouble shorted in life, forward.
I sat on the bench by the bar, until the bartender told me “no smoking in this area.” We explained how we met, just met, and what went wrong. Criticizing, and making fun in jest, of how things should’ve turned out, and we all agreed “two wrongs don’t make a right.” Then hopped onto Google and looked up stop signs, one read stupid below. California corporations code, is to leave California underneath your company name in a circle, the emblem, must be in a circle, that is the CA Corporations logo code. Which I never got around to, might have turned out differently had I told everyone, not to copy me quite yet, pay $800 a month to be privately owned secured. That’s okay, we must be on some old type of outing system, when others feel that they are the majority, and there is one wrong, we usually roast those successful because we feel deserved, well that is not the case in my situation, no money or success yet, cannot afford rent or pay bills, and may never be able to. –I don’t talk about others in public, that is not my style, I always sing and tell jokes, and give them a CSPAN rundown of what’s going on, and where to.
Facebook Heading: #putmeinabox #googleearth #aw > If You're Going to Hell, Go With #Adele by #lesliefischman #mymollydoll #pulitzer #nobel #worldpeace #princessdiana #england #bobmarley #parisagreement #minitowers You can't just make up history backwards, why not. He doesn't feel special anymore, a bunch of retards thought we were all in on something. No dude, and mapquest sent me up a hill and I disappeared to grassland. So we know that mulitple people have f-ked up no one is responsible, in the know. You should not be a #bounty hunter that's retarded.
2008 August: Blue suit and blue gloves, why?
2008 DNC: Applied
2008 LSAT: 3rd time
2009: #usnavy applied.
2009: Suicide (1. Take down Youtube 2. I think my Dad did it 3. Binders 4. Chair Sliding Glass Door).
2009: AOL take down Youtube, now, warned him on Facebook, Barack got shot, but got the memo.
2009-2016: Go Gay Panthers #EntertainmentTeamsters
2017: Update mymollydoll.com #NYCY I marched for 2-4 hours everyday for a month #NYCY #Stop.