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Most folks are not living in one long nightmare, even though scattered throughout their lives, are serious woes and fuck ups, there is no doubt about that Miss Chillie, and I never ever tried or meant to belittle other folks' problems. Let me burn in fucking oil if I do.





The basic difference with me only has to do with the simple fact that early in each of my lifetimes, 6-15 somewhere, I suddenly remember all of ''myself'', and once this is done, it is one huge non ending nightmare and if this is not enough, some prick did this to me so I would indeed keep remembering shit, and they sit there in the Astral fucking Heavens, laughing at me, even now as I speak. Let me update you with today's fucking bullshit.





I went out early this afternoon to buy a few dollars of shit at the goodwill,and a few dollars of grocery items at two stores, Deals and Publix. While at Publix, I came out and as soon as I got to my car, a bunch of hip hop ghetto scum thugs came up on me intentionally, blaring their shit at me, and I knew it was all for me and just refused to look at these dirt bag mother fuckers. The second a nice employee who was retrieving carts from the parking lot came over to grab my cart, since he could be a potential witness to my ongoing never ending death siege, they vanished at that same instant. But the second that he went on his way, a loud and low airplane of the SNOWED-IN CLUB came out of nowhere and buzzed me good, right zenith directly over my head. This plane and these trash in that car, as was the case a few days ago and a few days back before that; are all in league with each other. I began noticing this in the late nineteen eighties and then it kept right on going throughout the nineties as well, in every town that my mom and I moved to, as you cannot out run these bastards, and why my pal D-MC-TH thinks you can, only amazes me. I mean it does not take rocket science degrees to see this does not go away, and if you are dead set on persecuting a person, you would follow them no matter where they move to and just keep doing the same exact shit, until the poor fucking bastard keels over one day eventually, and drops fucking cunt dead!













People make as much sense to me as a pile of joke books, stacked to the mountain tops. I honestly am not being critical, merely observant. They laugh at me and pick on me for being crazy, and they all do and act out things ten times crazier than anything I ever fucking do. They ask me questions and then stop communicating with me, they wonder why I claim to still be stalked because I move a few states away when those who are doing this to me could easily follow me straight to the stars if they wanted to. I honestly have no words for all this, folks, so I'll fucking sit in here and just shut my big ass god dam mouth up!



It is 66 degrees and feels 96 to me. Mike left for Miami as I told you, a day late. The asshole down there forgot he was coming and when Mike checked on it, he was off at some martial arts school up[ in fucking Orlando somewhere. And I thought this shit just happened to me, Victoria Winters and Thomas Reale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





So ladies and gentlemen, within 5-30 years somewhere, depending on many factors too lengthy to list on this blog; a huge cloud made up of zeros and ones will exist, where our present day internet will all evolve into. Instead of going to websites, our entire doppelganger mind-self floats inside of this cloud. We are still on the outside, physically. Still, the part of us that is just as much as real and is us as we are, only it is THIS NCC-CLOUD, can go anywhere and do anything, at the click of a thought wave. The scientific laboratories have stated that this will definitely all be reality somewhere between 5 and 30 years, or within about half of the people who live today, their lifetime. PEE said, and I quote her, ''My invention can turn us into zeros and ones, and transport us throughout the entire system''. After she said this to me in another parallel universe in the hyperspace, it was not all that long after, when the three-D laser-printers were suddenly out of nowhere, pumping out those ''plastic guns'', or printing them out in three dimensions, like normal copiers make photos or text pages right now. I told you all she said this to me, just as I told you GINA, that the DOW JONES would be 17,000 points before the end of 2013, and 30,000 points by the end of next year. I don't need to be the great Cooley Hall Christmas Tree Angel, or even the original printer of the initials EWI, do I Mayor Bloomberg, oh kind sir?????????????????????????? Cut me a break, Margie!







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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE: IT IS MY SINCERE DESIRE, MY TRANSDIMENSIONAL MUSIC WILL CAUSE NO HARM, BUT IF IT DOES, I DID NOT MAKE THIS UNIVERSE, YO!

Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
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If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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EVERYTHING SUCKS. DAVE ROTH SAID IT FUCKING ALL, WE HAVE POWERFUL ENEMIES, AND IT MAKES US JUST WANT TO SIT HERE AND DIE. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT, IT IS TOTALLY HOPELESS. HE'S TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING CORRECT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX????????? And I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, and yes, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth! ALSO

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I ran into '10 grand Joe Supersecrets' today, with the special bicycle battery of the Melanie and many other high-notes clubs of Planet Earth. Oh yes folks, I come out of a powerful fucking nightmare interaction where I am in a school/class-room setting, and the next day at the fucking HARVEST, I am in the computer class, and WOW, do I get attacked by a horrible monster, just like those fucking filthy thugs that got me at the store, yes SPACE-TIME-MIND, my disappointment with people runs from the lowest ghetto trash all the way up to the top of the food chain, and the great EX-POPE knows all the details exactly why this is so!!!!!!!! Gee people, could I be right again with my trillions of predictions? DUH! By the way, when I said decillion, I meant to say nonillion, several blogs back, when I posted up that very large number. Yes Bruce Allen Pennock, I still can hear that Mini Ripperton way you would say back in the early seventies that we are all human, and that nobody is perfect, old buddy, old pal, forget about any cement businesses or building and loan outfits, hyperspace traveler Jimmy!!!!!!!!!!!!



I SAID THAT PUSSY COMMAND WOULD COME IF THIS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE DID NOT BACK THE SHIT OFF, FOLKS, AND IT DID, YO. JUST TODAY, WHILE OUT VISITING MY PAL ON HUTCHINSON ISLAND SOUTH, MIKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



When I left his house at just minutes past five this frikkin evening, YO, I went to put seven smacks into my automobile at the only station that is still open on the island, down the way from the Subway Restaurant, and when I went in, a lovely doll around twenty, give or take a couple of years; was all over me, even staring at me and smiling, when she walked out of the place. Other female flirtation incidents were also part of my excursion outside today, but this was the largest one. I could have smiled at her, and she would have given it up, YO. I think I am doing pretty mother fucking good for age fifty-eight. Oh 'Captains', so much shit keeps talking the same tune, YO?



L-4, there is a lot to tell, and not all will be told, not by a fucking cock licking long shot, not right now, friends and fiends. I will cut to the chase, and tell what I feel needs to be told right know on this very blog, in this endless and fucking unrelenting war with the OTAMMIC WOMO MILI-2-FORCE. All day, doors are fucking slamming and banging, the fucking music was cranked up at twenty past eight, and then went down to a tolerable level. This was another MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING SUPER BOTBAR MONSTER DAY for me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, it is not as though any of this fucking twisted diseased horse swallowing shit is new, it isn't. That's the fucking problem folks, it is old, and as I told fucking Ingrid in early 1984 over the internet telephone of the few in the know peeps that know what this is all fucking ass about; it is “VERY VERY VERY OLD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's a quote, and not a fucking ass exaggeration, YO dude. I have not had, to my best recollection aniwho; any 'dreaming-interactions' that involve THE LOTTERY, since that day in early autumn somewhere of 1980, back in Voorhees, New Jersey, Mister Crowley Towtrucks Glendale Bank CROOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night, as you all know from the blog a couple back from this one, I did; and big time. But I had a wild experience earlier in the fucking night as well, and I will tell you all something about it right now. Some of my readers know about the Speedship Sunram that I designed around the time of the total eclipse of the sun in the East New Jersey area, in middle March somewhere back in 1970, during the big drop of snow. Oh Babe, Misses Henderson, what can I say to these hurricanes a couple of years later, you dog, WOLF? Aniwho, powerful fucking shit is all involved with this wild solar powered jet hydroplane speed-ship, that I sat down and designed for no apparent reason whatsoever. It was the very first thing that popped into my deeper unconsciousness during my session of hypnotherapy, at Doctor Mark Wolf's Clinic, on Main street, in Moorestown, in early 1996; right after my counselor at the Saint Barnabas shit hole in Cherry hill, New Jersey; suffered a mental collapse and nervous breakdown, after I told him about SARAH KRASSLE, and the 1986 powerful 'nightmare' that seemed to last for five full months; and I know that the Star Trek people used this story line on their episode with the Rusican planet, and Picard being struck on the bridge of his starship, by their probe, and under its control for 25 minutes, only to him, it was a mother fucking ass lifetime. I am so glad when I can offer so many folks, so many bright ideas, Mizz Parsons of Pinkerton Security Company, even after all these years have now mother fucking passed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were many other powerful things that all connected into this wild experience, as I said, telling just a little bit of it to Counselor Kieth, over at Saint Barnabas Health clinic in late 1995 somewhere, and he went fucking ass nuts, and for all I know, he drove to the Tulleytown, Pennsylvania landfill, fell asleep one night on top, and met Bloody Mary; as this will do it every time, and no candles, or sore throats, or bitten up necks are necessary, to do the job, Parson Brown, WHAAAA and super fucking W---O---W. No mahm, yes mahm, and merry Christmas, and screw the LAMBRIGG CULT, YO!!!



SUNRAM was named for the eclipse, and the appearance of the moon and sun 'ramming' into each other at this time. But SUNRAM is all tied into the locked box that contained a powerful and beyond outlandish motor-cycle chain, and book, written by me at age fourteen, called, THE BOOK OF BEACH, an adolescent version of MORIANITY, and the story of my experiences, limited then so I thought and believed, to ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, was this laugh on me about a trillion mother fucking ass times peeps. It was right around the time that I designed this solar-powered hydroplaning water vessel, and snow storm, and total eclipse, that another incident also had occurred. I had a powerful interaction with THE SUN. He told me that everybody thought he was going to last a very long time, but that he was shortly going to die. I laughed at him in the “DREAM”, and I told him he will be around for about another five billion years, as this is what I was taught in school. It was a ten billion year cycle yellow type average star, our closest one; and that it was about midway into its nuclear burn cycle, while it converts hydrogen into helium, as all stars do. He kept insisting that the scientists had it all wrong and that he was not going to be around much longer. If you study and examine my blogs in 2006-2008, I totally know that I have blogged and told you all about this dream in vivid detail before. Right now, the sun is at its peak for intensity in an eleven year cycle, as every 5.5 years it is at its lowest intensity, and then goes to its highest in another 5.5 years. If we back up the years, this year in 2012, this means the cycles going back through time where the sun is most active with solar storms and many other electromagnetic and nuclear events, would be as follows, as we simply keep subtracting twelve years, into the late part of these other earlier years. 2001, 1990, 1979, 1968, 1957, 1946, and 1935. Historians know well, a powerful pattern of human behavior seems to honestly parallel these times of greater solar intensity. Just going back a few, we get 9-11, the death of Sarah J. Karge at the age of 94 years, the rise of the great disco queen Donna Summer into her most glorious year, the final year that my mom and I vacationed together at the Atlantic City TRINIDAD HOTEL on TENNESSEE AVENUE, and the first televised black and white old SUPERMAN show from the writers and owners “Action Comics”, as in comic stores, the Callio's, and Karge's hotel original owner's adopted 'son', Chester Perkowski. Many would laugh who reside in Missouri, and say that anyone can do stuff like this with cycles, and words, and patterns, and rhythms, etcetera; and my answer to them is, I know that they can; they just are too stupid to go and do it. I pushed a button quickly by pure accident, folks, and look what magically appeared on the blog, from my last blog, if this is not beyond awesome, my

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Normally, I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC. However since tomorrow I'll do my civic duty at the court; I was able to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a funny old dog, & I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack McCoy; as just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick in a lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious, and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!



The interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps more powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA' TELL IT, as THEY don't want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS, YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT, for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson's light appear to shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law show in our world's history, IMHO, “Law & Order”; who did not realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and paste to my word program, and then re-cut and re-paste, back onto my blogging sites of www.blogger.com/ and www.wordpress.com/, this is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a questionable way, nearly 25 years ago to the day now, the word “MY” or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I AM EITHER DELUSIONAL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE; and these two things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in '61, or '62, or whenever. I have no need to feel important. I all ready know that I am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I have no desire to be or do anything, other than to leave this physical life and nightmare dream; and never ever again be forced to return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you, we all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular and exact reality in the 5th dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles; that are receiving not only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by this blogger, all from a 'locale' known by me as the 6th dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is all out of the way, and you all know I'm suffering a wicked demonic death siege from WOMO today; let's freaking move on with the powerful “dreaming of last night”.



If nightmares in reverse dreams, could be individually 'tagged' and named, no pun Michelle and 'kin'; this could be filed and categorized quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding '84 year, we all may presume, or all those named Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up life, that's why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier. It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help self; but you know what I'm saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena's Rooming House on Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds. Well, there was a more powerful Esolph's Fairy-fable situation, going on here; than the mere Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom, and scientific knowledge; and still they are as dumb as a smelly old freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machines, and their DVD-CD systems, or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few dimensions; the reality of sounds and sights of life, and living things; and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more than movies and music; and can be placed in a field that simulates distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme' a break Christianity, will ya'?



Why are you so fascinated with me {Tony}? Well, the old antimatter argument presents itself to any open minded individual. {Y-NOT}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doowonddah others”, as Gawky did so to me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme' a break, you're family's driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Tell me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am, old pal Mister Hawking?



Stop worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KING, my beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



HELP ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







JUMPING PIGSHIT CUBED WORLD, OR CUBA, DAWN, AND ALL DADS. STM=NCC-C, B-----U-----T, just exactly why is this all really so, and can anything from old Morianity and same old mountainpen, to all the Advanced Robotic Astral Schools of New Jersey counterparts and tri-fields of the McGuire owned system, ever really tell the great secrets of the ages? SHORE they can, in or out of Atlantic City, New Jersey, but the real question that must always e asked is, ''DO THEY FUCKING DARE”? Is the code one number off the truth all the time, one for oneness as well as the highest binary digit? Is the 3 and the 4 really the all in the all, or did the yellow and the bathwater, do more than split Solomon's fucking baby, and all other insurance company atoms and songs from the early eighties? So many fucking ass questions for us all folks, so again, the fat syfy dude does it best here, I suppose. O---H-------S---H---I---T!





NCC-17-01

NCC-18-02

HAL

IBM

AND WE ALL KNOW ABOUT MANY OTHER BIGGIES.





Oh well, I think I knew the second my mom tripped on 50th fucking street in West Philly, you light bulb hacking jerk fucking off, that my life was gonna' fucking be TOTAL CUNT LAPPING ETERNAL HELL. I just had no knowledge at the surface conscious awareness yet, that it was all one super long nightmare that very soon in just a few tiny years, I would come to remember in crystal clarity. Don't even bother to say it, Mister fucking Macy sir!!!!!!!!!







SLAM SLAM BANG, AT MIDNIGHT I AM CALLING 911, YOU FUCKING ASS TURDS!!!!!!!!









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