EXPLORATRONS
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EXPLORATRONS
TYPE-TWO
EXPLORATRONS
TYPE THREE
EXPLORATRONS
TYPE FOUR
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ASTRAL
VERSES PHYSICAL EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITIES AND THEIR EFFECTS ON ONE
PARTICULAR ITEM, MY MUSIC, OR THEIR MUSIC IF WE KEEP THINGS TOTALLY
ON THE LEVEL”
BEGTINNING
OF THIS TRANSMISSION:
Before
I get real
big into this friends and foes out here, and I
mean really BIG, allow me please to tell you that
the neighborhood siege, ALL WEEK LONG, HAS BEEN VERY BAD, NO MERCY,
NO LET UP; JUST ROUND THE CLOCK ATTACKS AND PUMMELING.
My
dirt bag neighbors across the hall are OK by themselves, it is their
guests, to quote MY SARAH, from 1996 on PH DAY. Not that PH in skin
or glands has a lot to with it, or even Philadelphia, but then, not
that it doesn't either, 'WOW'! All day long there is continual
extremely loud noise over there, shouting and screaming, banging, and
slamming; thank the gods at least, no shoe tossing, or crying,
YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my lovely wonderful kid can't
laugh a little, after all this, then why be part of other stair chase
tags? Hence I feel quite confident that she is laughing a little and
reading these words, down the line when she gets the time. Still, did
anyone ever really wonder just why all things, I SAID ALL THINGS,
really happen, even stuff as bizarre and off the wall as anyone on
this Earth could possibly imagine? Well, TYPE-3 and TYPE-4
EXPLORATRONS is the answer, but then, you knew that, right? DUH.
LSS,
there are some things to be told, and naturally, I cannot tell it all
for reasons of both lacking time, as well as crossing the safe-tell
barriers. Still, another all day neighbors siege, and fire alarms
that they are intentionally setting off as they did at just past
seven this evening, AGAIN; and yes folks, I need to tell some things,
and guess what, if things tend to heat up a little bit, it may take a
little more than a 500 million dollar contribution from the
Inductotherm Rowan University Negotiable College of the green Garden
State of New Jersey, and in the mysterious Hyperspace Donna Patterson
Club, of wild automobile accidents, and much more; to ever cool
things down again, right Mister Stock Broker of Kali, Mister Jan Not
so Nice Nace, YO???????? And then just down the street from the plant
of great cover secrets, lays the real Berry family, parked and tucked
away in the non-blueberry fields of non-Hammonton hang in there
Huntington's, and also one big happy, and off the universe walls
family since middle 1969, right Rodney Whatname? Did the great Brit
tell you that when your body stops, your brain might come down, so
that you can wake up on the Astral Plane, where you were all along,
in a larger reality, sir? I love the internet, and the great 'GOOGLE'
system as much as the next person, maybe a tad bit more; and feel
compelled to tell you all why. I need to prove that this HUNTINGTON
CURSE is very real, that I am the chosen present generation in it
that is suffering for all of your sakes; and that this is the game of
an endlessly existing, just sixteen year old female entity, whose
Astral Nomenclature would approximately read out in present day
English and American tongue and culture, as SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KARGE KRASSLE or just 'SSJKK' for short. There are so many things
that just do not happen in the real world. No woman 70 plus years old
was buying and selling hotels in the sixties or seventies, not in
Atlantic City or any other city, CCCCCCCCCity. Keep the small-c going
all you want, I'll keep frekkin' correcting the print. People do not
have a complex series of events that I know fully well Sherlock
Holmes could never properly solve, Star Trek Holodeck recreations,
near future video-game software and all notwithstanding, occurring
over a 30-60 year period, and not be at least the son of Trump or
something that might explain it, what did I just say? No, if
anything, the word father would apply a lot more, not that I am, just
that I creatred the monster inside of this body, as this was not who
he really was before the great tape recorder fixed him to be that
way, as the eighties came in, along with the mighty Philadelphia and
Reading, musical record promoter and piece carrying with no 'peace'
intended, Mister WILLIAM LEONARD MCKINNON. Him and Kenny Gamble and
Leon Huff, and the original creators of Rap Music, the culture as
well as the art style late in the nineteen-seventies. David Roth can
make with the mop and janitor closet jokes all that he wants back in
friggin' time, I know who abnd what this dude was, and still do, but
this is a blog today about exploratron activity, not the king of all
evil itself, or the embodiment of negative electromagnetic polarities
inside carbon atomic worlds. Take the carbon out of the equation and
there is juist positively and negatively charged magnetism, and
graviton metric time. Time is a spacial relationship as PI is the
ratio of circumference to diameter in all closed curves or circles.
Lawtronics causes these truths, and also states that a maximum length
of anything and everything must exist, as it will bend down under its
own weight on both ends eventually, and curve around, completing the
universal circle or cycle of all reality. Even numbers lay within
this maximum, because all things must. One thing about 7th
dimensional lawtronics that interests me quite a lot for personal
reasons is that even though long enough things eventually must carry
too much of a weight to remain straight lines forever, they still
never taught me the proper way to carry surfboards. Only Diana's best
friend could seemingly do this back on the 15th
day in April of 2001, while I lay sound asleep at the Tecknion
furniture building of Mount Laurel, New Jersey, with or without any
CHEMTRAILS surrounding me, or danger, or Lenny the promoter, or any
of his locked up gates and doors. I wonder what the Library of the
great congress REALLY thinks of all of this, or did, back in
1980-1986? They jnew this all was down there at their great and
beautiful Copyright Office back then, they had to, I had sent it all
to them. I just went back last night and sent it all to them. Gee,
but I did more than this. For many nights now, I am back kidnapped
all over hyperspace. I am conscious at one house after another,
sometimes with the great King family and other branches, other times
such as last night, I was with my parents, in a very non localized or
evebn a quite distant part of the hyperspace. My own mother was
trying to get me put into jail, my father had to be restrained by me,
I was about to belt the fucking miserable bastard right in the mouth,
but he was too old and it would not have been a fair fight. My mom
was on the phone to the fucking cops telling them I raped my
daughter, it was horrible. Eventually, I grabbed a large can of
cooking fat and put a lighter to it and set the curtains on fire, and
let my parents burn to the ground ion the house. Then the Kings came
to me out in the yard, and I grabbed a colt 45 that was fully loaded,
and shot all of them. Lisa, Dawn, Ann, Joe, and as I was checking
something on my gun that seemed to be unusual, Leticia Tilley came
out of nowhere and grabbed my arm that was not holding the gun, and
broke it completely off, this is MC's not all that distant and nearly
twin cousin, only she looks as she did in her late teens. Then she
handed me my arm and told me to go and laser trace it back on and
laughed and said that I better keep my promise and take her to PR and
marry her. Then this wild dream ended. I awoke and suddenly, the
neighbors were right outside my door shouting so loudly, I thought
for sure that they were actually INSIDE my apartment, and grabbed my
phone and began to dial 911, then hung up before the call was
completed, and realized they were out on the other side of my onion
thin fucking ass door. This was another SUPER FUCKING CUNT BBOTBAR
DAY peeps, YO. But how is any of this freaking ass relevant to
exploratrons of TYPE 3 and TYPE4? Well, hang on folks, it's all
coming out in the open now, Ward Cleaver, so don't break any windows,
YO.
Before
things properly can lead into this however, the topic of GOOGLE and
the INTERNET need to be further expanded, along with the Donna
Patterson and Tahren Maxfield story, right MISTER TOM GLENN, my ol;d
football chum from the beginning of the 1980's????????????????? GO
NFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tom Glenn was the arranger on the two
YOUTUBE postings on my channel there, and he is a very freaking
talented musician, and I considered him my pal then in those days as
well, not like gun toting Lenny Rapper. Go to the YOUTUBE, click the
search bar and type in “KING NEBNOOSHOO”. Then the two songs that
I wrote in the late nineteen seventies that he arranged for me in
1980, for a few bucks of course, hay the music world is all about the
Kevin Trudeau $$$$$$$$$, we all know this, but yes, the two songs
that also will lead into my topic tonight, you need to view the tune
called, “THE MORNING LIGHT” © 1980, WRITTEN IN 1977 AND 1979,
MUSIC AND WORDS WERE WRITTEN AT DIFFERENT TIMES. THEN you need to
view the tune called, “LONG RIVER BLUES” © 1980, WRITTEN ALSO
PIECEMEAL IN 1975-1979. When I can afford to have the US © Office
run me off some copies that are good quality and without me singing
along with the music in karaoke style, I'll post them up as well. I
want to post the other dance tune that the BG scum bags tried to rip
off in the summer time of 1980, called, “LOST LOVE”. Robin Gibb
and his girlfriend Marcy Levy, tried to get away with stealing it, as
I hearing an extremely close version of the song, playing on the
radio over and over; and I contacted a very well known music and
entertainment attorney, by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg; and he had
it instantly removed from radio rotation. HA-HA-HA YOU CROOKS. Still,
none of this happens to be me ol pernt, Mister Bunker
Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you go to your GOOGLE search bar
folks, you will see a lot of items pop up when typing in the words,
“King Nebnooshoo”. You'll see a lot of my YOUTUBE Channel stuff,
along with many blogs. What you will not see, eve3n though you will
find a lot of printed words “The Morning Light”, but as of the
time I pen this blog late on Friday night Eastern time on this
eleventh day in May of twenty-twelve, is one actual video link to the
song done in 1980, arranged by the great and known well in musical
circles, TOM GLENN. You will only find it directly on my YOUTUBE
CHANNEL, jokingly called the 'PaulaKingChannel', after the mighty
EXPLORATRON HERSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that there
is nothing this great being, and her daughter, cannot do, and that
they had it all planned so that I would come top work at the RPL
Recording Studio from 1979-1981, and also, do these demo tunes in the
late spring time of 1980, Harry Callas. So many things can be done
from the DREAM-WORLDS, and people live here in the dark ages in 2012,
thinking it is all about technology. Technology is way cool, but mix
it properly in with the hyper-naturally occurring hyperspace effects
of f7th dimensional 'waking life', and now great Star Trek Silvia
Panther Gawky, NOW, we have the whole dam package, and yes ROCK, THAT
is the equation, we need to change our programming, our old style
ideas that limit our horizons to 5 feet instead of 5 googal-plex
light years times nine infinities. One equals two when we divide by
zero on algebraic polynomials. But start dividing by infinity, or
better yet, start working on a huge mathematical formula in three or
four dreams on different nights, and tie them all together here when
you think you've 'awakened'. I can blow your mind from here to
EARTHQUAKE CHINA CHAINS, from here to back in 2008, or from here to
the British Petroleum Company, Mommy Dearest.
They
say you can't take it with you, you know, die and bring your billion
bucks over there. Hay, in 1969, a goddess named Jehovah Scylla told
me that SHE was going to take something in my apoartment bedroom
closet locked in a strongbox, and when I awoke it would be gone, and
I even laughed at her and mocked HER in this 'dreaming experience',
and she smirked at me and told me nobody mocks HER, not even
THAT-BOY. Sure enough the next day, it was gone. Then 2 hours later
on my way to school, while riding the bus to the school, a giant
ASTERISK CHEMTRAIL was floating in the skies all over CAMDENB COUNTY
IN NEW JERSEY. It was the most awesome gorgeous thing that I ever
saw. It was SARAH who made that TIMETRAIL for me, just to show me
who “rules this empire”, even from the baking oven. How do we get
a lot more exploratronic than this?
So
it seems that SHE is not only darker than great Paula, but was able
to be both in her and playing on the streets 100 miles or more away,
at the same time, Mister Seleebee Wolf, 'WOW'!!!!
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This
friggin' compensates for again, being on page eleven of eleven and
seeing four ugly ONES, Jane Bitch Not Fond Of-U. Thanks so much you
monster slapping baseball fan, for that horrible night at the
ballpark in Atlanta in 1993, I will never forget or forgive this
monstrous horror show you pulled, no mahm, never ever,
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END
OF THIS NIGHTMARE MONSTER ASS TRANSMISSION.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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