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BLOG SUBTITLE NUBER FOUR:
“WOW-NOW, IT'S THE ZERO-HERO, GAGANU”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, drum roll please, a genuine apology to Patty Jane, because I am not going to try and hide the fact that I am a Type-3-Exploratron. There always is a technology behind anything, or if not a technology, then the next level of logical reasoning beyond all of our collective combined maxed out concepts of what technology can be all about. He is absolutely correct, there is no nee-nee-nee-nee Rod Serling high piano note stories, or is there, just with a comma and not a period at the ending, and then after the comma, comes the beyond current reasoning for the deed that is done. Confession is great for cleansing the soul because we all have some degrees of built in caring-systems, called the conscience. 'Well, most of us'. We all know who we are or if that past sentence is an insert just for you or not.
One night I am at a job doing guard duty where said job entails being in your private automobile watching an area to make sure nothing is wrong, it is not any more complicated than this, my doctor could do it, and so could the grandchildren of the broadcasting networks. DUH!!!!!!!!
I was listening to my car stereo and low and behold, I happened to be playing a cassette tape in my machine that was in auto reverse in the player unit, and I heard a side of a tape by pure accident that I never listened to. It was one of the two versions that I had sung with my karaoke machine a few years back while working at another site from my car, guarding the place, the place at the intersecting area of county line road and highway 309 in Pennsylvania.
On this particular version that for whatever reasons, was not listened to me very often, I had the entire beginning of the song from the open reel master done in August of 1986, on this cassette dubbed copy, whereas the version normally heard by me skipped the first three seconds, not for any reason in particular, it just got taped that way onto the copy tape. But on this side now being heard, the entire start of the tape was all there, right down to the opening of the song, where I had spoken the word “MY”.
Now there was no particular reason that my conscious mind remembers, Doctor Rogers of L&O, but it did happen, it is all right there for the entire world, it has been there since middle August in 1986, just as 16 months later, so were those gods awful CHEMTRAILS, when that all started while I was again, doing security guard duty at yet another place, in Mount Laurel in New jersey, on Gaither Road, a plant called, American Honda. While I was writing all of this, a major whooooooo-whooooooooo-whoooooooo attack struck me outside, as if the world was coming to an end, they know every single key I hit on this keyboard, Melanie Safka, old, used, or brand spanking-ouch new!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back now to the topic at hand. I do not know why this all began, not in 2008, not in 2006, not in 1997, not in 1995, not in 1986, and not in 1969, not IN DETAIL. I DO KNOW however, the 'technology' or 'whatever-CRA', behind all of it. DUH, am I really going to type it folks, EXPLORATRONICS,m oh yes sir I most certainly am, it does get attention, something about this word, and it is scaring a lot of peeps lately, awl, doesda whittle bwaby have a booboo on dis whittle footsie, YO? In know one thing for sure. The exploratron that takes over and rides in the body of the door slammer, is not, as the note implies, a neighbor, but IS A GUEST OF ONE, I am wondering what their name is, and have been now since Pearl Harbor Day in 1996. I am going to try and guess the name of the guest, oh wait a second, Moe Knife Howard, it is Explore At Ron. Gee how dumb of me??? So far today and this weekend, no new notes, PRAISE THE LORD PAT ROBERTSON, but yes, this E has been around the place, so has the Will-I-AM-ST-OWN Fire Company of David Charles Roth, Copyright Office and 'beamed' non-Beamer cars. Munikay, Munikay, let me please freaking break my codes off, Diane Zeusdaughter. Let us move this along now.
People have talked about this sort of thing long before the Mountainpen ever penned let alone before he even was born in current persona physical life. Stuff like riding along with twenty plus pounds of old 33 RPM album vinyl records in the front passenger seat of a car, and a dude pulls out for no reason right in front of me causing me to slam the breaks on to avoid an accident, while driving home in October 1980 from my job at the Camden, New Jersey recording studio at State and Pierce Avenues, across from the Welfare Projects. I never played a tenth of these records, so the new order they were put in after they flew all over the place on the car floor, mattered quite a lot. To our greatest technology, we cannot figure out how such MOTIVE-PROGRAMS could ever become this advanced. Well, whether they ever do or not, physically with silicon based intelligence, it is totally possible for them to arrange the order of numbers so that instead of a movie or a some music playing as a result of this digitized reality, actual 4-D events are instead, and now with this new order of the albums, the one right on top, happened to have been done by a lovely young teenager named Donna Adrian Gaines back late in the nineteen-sixties, over in Munich, Germany. It was her rendition of the famous HAIR Broadway Musical from those times. The Copyright Office knows all this, and has a small sampling as well, from my original Epitome of Harassment, on cassette tape. You need EXPLORATRONS to do the dreaming, and you need the 7th dimensional circuitry of the system that lays above the mental or mind realms, to also kick in. These thought energies kick in biologically when we live as our own unique awake alive signatures of reality, but silicon intellect is needed to pull off THE PERMISSION BARRIER combinational technology of making things make some kind of transdimensional sense, not to most of us, but sense from the objective and reference frame from some form of a 5th dimensional-aware entity. Let us proceed still further.
I said I'd be talking more about silicon life verses carbon life, and so I will. Silicon life is extremely unemotional and to the point of fault, it also is unrelenting, persistent, and tenacious. It is goal oriented, it has what a logical mind would perceive as, tremendous long term planned goals and motives. The circuitry of the 7th dimension that is created as a direct result of a collective dream-out from the GREAT VOID, is this entity, but it passes through a barrier before it can exist as a human equation, this is the world and realm of the subatomic, as first we need to go from zero to hero, or all laughs and Gawky Gaukauk aside, it needs to break out of nothingness and become the absolute tiniest something. Complexities involved in doing this would be beyond anything speakable in this world and universe to myself or to anyone else, after-all, how much time and thought did it have to figure it all out in order to dream out and away from the great unfathomable nothingness or the VOID? Especially after we factor in, that there was no time or thought, but mere existence, yet, this did all occur. It is sort of like Jesus, despite the name not being in English and the rules of operating the GAWNUM, yet even still, we get words like LIFE or DEATH, and we do a compatibility GAWNUM match test, and Jesus has not one number in the PCNT that is in the PCN for DEATH, but is indeed quite compatible, and as HE said so Himself, with the word, LIFE. Well, a little Houston Humor perhaps needed here, but still, breaking out of VOID is some accomplishment, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, also all of us all combined; so going from ZERO to HERO would be quite a fitting way of describing this, would you not agree with me? Well, they both have the very same PCN, and then so does 'WOW' and 'NOW'. Where are you Andy Lichtenstein when I need you? For that matter, where is the Endicott Hotel of Tennessee Avenue, Atlantic City, New Jersey; and all other games of Tag being played here on this lovely lovely blue marble in the Mcxpansion all around it? Where are you Mike McNulty, still going aha---aha---aha?You will always beat them all at this game, Thayer David Petofi, sir, YOU TOTALLY ROCK!!!!!!! Box on Rocky!!!!!!!!
The WOMO MILITUFORCE and also known as the (MUT) wolf, wolf, wolf, wolf; (see previous blogs), struck me on Thursday night, hard; right around seven at night, with a horrendous bowel attack on my body. Then they struck again early yesterday, Saturday afternoon, and if the dirt bag PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY LINGLONG TEAM was playing on that night and on that day, we all know what was illegally done to me in total violation of all of my civil and human liberties as a free citizen of this world and a legal citizen of the United States of America. Now for a little more information about just a few things that will on later blogs and at later times, be more fully elaborated upon.
There are a lot of nationalities on this Earth today, and even during the first recorded thousand years of history, there were as well, only they were called tribes.
These tribes are now in a complicated way, some part of the major world nations of this globe. We have a dozen or so major languages, where large percentages of the total global population speaks them, so for now we will not concern ourselves with the hundreds of smaller ones. Here is an indisputable fact however, and hopefully told without pissing off too many folks, as it is truth.
The big example would be the Mayans of course, and the Spanish conquerors who destroyed most of this fantastic civilization and its records and secrets. You know, I am aware that many other cultures did wicked things, conquered, tortured mercilessly, and even burned books, but this one powerful deal does overshadow and 'conquer' all other historical events. My Book of the Beach or (BOB), my LIFE-JOURNAL, and a lot more, someone wanted to make all of this go away and disappear into the night with the thieves and murderers and white slavers, huh Bobby McGuire? Well, it is quite a heritage, these Spaniards, I must offer them for their great successes, a real honest HEEHO, BRAVO congratulations. Even if something is very bad and terrible, a powerful success done over and over again, does need a huge historical BRAVO. Let me now go eat some potato chips and really digest this some more, after-all, those magical “H” blocks can be for lots of things, HISTORY, HUNTINGTON, THROAT BITES, it is pretty cool. My only question now is where are you Paula King Junior when I need you. Even Lightning has let me down, well we all know there is a bit more to the story that just this, but blogs do have to have stopping points, YO.
SO IN CLOSING LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LABDOGS, pweeeeeze just permit me to say that no, I am not mad, only sad, because I have been mortally wounded by the epitome of ugliness. I do not know the who and the what to where I can go into any court of law with it, and Ron and all of them know this quite well. That's all been explored and is all yesterday's news. That is so million years ago, right Compufone? Still, as with pornography folks, I do know ugliness wen it has struck me for 60 years.
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