ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0001

**''ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE''**

CHAPTER 0001-IJHHWNINM-SUBTITLE MORIANITY-MWM-2

DECEMBER 27, 2013,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:14 JANE WHORE

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did, but as you know from studying me and my blog texts year after year, a toad in a hot cooking pan is enjoying himself more than I freaking am. Oh well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see that ever since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send it to me electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP OF THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP BACK ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude who knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in my life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection to music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type. He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this very same affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to for years, after saving to buy a high end drum set from a Philadelphia music store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to start up his Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason, and was not repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some mileage, maybe even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David Roth maintained his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to music, was HIS THING, as we ''sixties kids'' used to say back in the great days. My friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart, just a little less successful, but Coral and Dorothy, where the name combination of Caldor was quite obviously derived from, were happy enough, if you and me should ever be so fortunate, crissake! 'Anywho' old pal; I need you in the new year, when you get time; to tell me if you too did not recognize the assault on my life by these vicious filthy enemies from hell itself, literally triple pummel me, the second that I asked you on a blog, 10 days or so back now; if you had any of my music, and would send it to me via computer. More than the music, I need you to witness it, let me anonymously print out a comment or an e-mail on this one occasion, that is, if you see what I see and agree with me. Now if you don't, that's fine. We;re still pals. I have a lot of folks that don't believe me when I present evidence of water walking practically. I have learned to live with this strange part of the FAWCES of Mister Hall. I have watched peeps get put to sleep while I am telling them some powerful thing about family or something else they do not want me to say to anybody, I have seen more paranormal supernatural stuff, than any 100 so-called POPE CANONIZATIONS, mixed in with 1000 psychics at their best. I know how real the world of the invisible truly is, it is merely the realm of the SUBATOMIC, and Einstein knew all of this, and was smart enough to get known for energy is equal to mass times the speed of light times the speed of light, while keeping his big fucking mouth shut on many many other things that he knew quite well, this world was not at all ready to hear and properly receive it and deal with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is now a BRAND NEW BLOG, and yes lovely Melanie Safka, it can quite easily double as a brand new key to TRUTH, so even if GODDESS gets me for all of this as she most likely will eventually; I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I fought her to the bitter bad end, girl; while I lay floating belly freaking up in a stinking sewer drain somewhere in the back woods of north central Florida's great alligator swamps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This BLOG-BOOK, will be a book and a blog, directly after the hearts of all of the true, as they call themselves; ''ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you read along in this book from chapter to chapter, remember the roots of all of this need to be eventually examined, that are all in my eight years of older blogs beginning in January of 2006, now nearly eight years ago to the very freaking ass day. There is nothing new going on, world. The fifth dimension has been here forever, in fact, ''forever'' simply fits neatly into the FIFTH DIMENSION, with or without topics, sports, women, or solid gold bars, lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE FUCKING DIRT BAG WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL JEFFERSON STREET IN 1981, WOKE ME UP TO A SUPER NASTY MOTHER FUCKING SORE THROAT, AND TWO SOLID NASTY DAYS OF MAJOR SKY POISONING AND CHEMTRAILING.

Today, the sky siege was just as bad as yesterday, even though slightly different that yesterday. There were no planes to greet me when I drove back home from being out on errands, but there were less chemtrails all over the entire county here, than yesterday, or at least while I was out. This is because they totally turned the fucking weather to thick ugly dark chem-clouds by late morning, and so until some clearing up of this fucking mess began to occur, they cannot easily paint the sky with new ones, as only a few areas are available. This is why my DNA was effected and I was awakened with a FUCKING ASS MONSTER SORE THROAT. I've been chewing on aspirin tablets and sucking on throat lozenges all fucking cunt lapping dick sucking day long, and recently, am feeling OK. Anyone with my DNA, after 1986, is being totally wiped out, as far as problems with throat irritation. Well if the Stein can learn when to shut the fuck up, I guess I can too, right my friend, SB???????????????????????????????

For two straight days of major sky siege and death siege in general, good folks, my PUSSY COMMAND is totally fucking dead. There is a tiny bit of action, but for all this shit around me, I should be getting myself fucking gang raped by teens and twenty somethings, and would be, if I had not been under the destruction of time's destructive micromaladroids, ''aging'' due to years lived, in less futuristic terminology, my friends and fiends!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, I bought a new ten dollar watch, but at fucking cunt Walmart this time. I have learned after about seven or eight tries now, that Tennessee Avenue K-Mart store, sells nothing but fall apart worthless fucking items, be it in electronics, watches, anything. Buying food there is about all I could ever recommend in good cunt eating conscience, my folks, and this blog needs to be read by the top offices of K-MART, as this is a good retail store, I have never disliked a store yet, until this one here in Fort Pierce, Florida. This one totally fucking SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also bought some sea-salt flavored popcorn and some greens for a fish salad. I enjoy mixing those cut and mixed veggie bag salad foods with cans of salmon or tuna or other types of fish that can be reasonable purchased at dollar stores. Between 2 and 4 dollars produces a very healthy and great tasting meal, half early, half around dinner time. All I add is cold water, salt, pepper, maybe some basil and paprika, and it is all cut into small pieces and mixed, and is scrumptious and delectable as a fucking small banquet feast, fit for drunken bartenders, lifeguards, fishermen, and carpenters, the worlds over, with or without any Eckankar or their Soul-Travel. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Now for the big story on action news, as they say on the Disney-ABC Networks, and back on Channel 6 in Philadelphia, YO; I lost one month of my 15 dollar EBT food benefits, but by the middle of February in 2014, about 45 days from now, my bennies should resume again. I went to the Walmart and I went to the Harvest a second time, to the Florida Access Office, and got it finally totally all straightened out. At first the lady was very nasty with me, and only when my back is half way through a wall, not backed up against it but half way through it into the next room, do I resort to this but yes, I used ''shrinkology'' on her. She had an easy tell-read for being the one with all the answers and the smartest person in the room. I then cleverly fed her lots of subtle but unmissable compliments, and she began to respond, and I got exactly what I needed. I do not believe in using these so called ''The-Mentalist-TV'' Patrick Jane abilities, not normally. But I am so down and fucking out, that I had, as Barnabas Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in the late nineteen-sixties, ''NO CHOICE''. He said to her that she left him no choice but to do a Roseann Delaney on her and bite her throat out, so she'd need an Enzemeter to sing real well after that day, if she lived, I guess, Mike McNulty; even if she shared another PP and my favorite color; right Annsaga King Songwriter of Atlantic City and Hammonton?????

A little police presence is around to protect me these last two days, but it is not, and never does, stop the WOMO-HALLS. Thank you anyway and for anything else that you might be able to covertly do for me, Miss Bondi, State Police, FBI, and local FP-PEE-DEE. THANK YOU!

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