''A
WEEKEND OF FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, PEEPS AND PAM''
I
already fucking knew this was going to happen, and stayed in Friday
and hid, and tried to prepare for a weekend of fucking death siege.
The fucking cunt magic is in the MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, and in this
particular case; of measuring the amount of this, on the year 2013.
If Saturday and Sunday and Monday could have
gone without BOTBAR, I
could drop back out of this MONSTER FUCKING
HIGH 32 PERCENT, BACK TO 31; AND THIS IS
A NO-NO FOR ME, SAYS FUCKING JERK OFF WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
quite fucking cunt obviously, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MULTIPLY
THIS FUCKING NEXT STATEMENT MY FRIENDS, BY APPROXIMATELY TWENTY NINE
AND A HALF TRILLION:
I
DESPISE, DETEST, DEPLORE, AND HATE THE GUTS, OF WHOEVER AND WHATEVER
IS DESTROYING ME AND HAS BEEN FOR 59 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS.
DECEMBER
8, 2013,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 9:24
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
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TITLE
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“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
Jesus
mother fucking Christ Almighty;
DON'T
SKIP THIS BLOG!!!!!
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD
YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I
TOLD YOU.
ALL
IT TAKES IS TO TORTURE ME, AND I AM QUITE POSITIVE, THIS WEEKEND IS
BEING DESTROYED, MIZZ PAM BONDI, ILLEGALLY-COVERTLY; BY THIS EVIL
FUCKING MILI-2-FORCE, FOR THE SOLE GOAL AND INTENT, OF MAKING THEIR
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS FLY TO ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, FUCKING AGAIN,
ALL NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
child can click on the (3-MONTH deal), and see that my problem all
began on August mother fucking 28 this year, the day I added some
real super artificial talent, to the song called, ''YBCO'' and things
never even attempted to look back from that fucking ass point, good
folks.
BOTBAR
TIMES 3, 50% BOTBAR ON
THE
MONTH, AND TOOTH AGONY!!!!!
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ALL
DAY LONG, I
HAVE NOT BEEN DEATHLY ILL AND IN BED, CHEWING ON
PAIN KILLERS FOR THE TOOTHACHE-MAJOR-BOTTON-ASSAULT FROM THESE
MONSTER ASS FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE SCUM SUCKING USED TOILET WATER
DRINKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INSTEAD, I am having totally other
issues with HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Either way, 59
years of being mother fucking damned if I do and damned if I don't. I
can turn left, right, stay still, or try both ways, and nothing ever
allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the
HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!
Let
me tell you a short and sweet and quick synapse of shit, good folks,
so maybe some of this grows clearer in your mind, as how else can
anyone of you even ever hope to relate to me and my pathetic words of
woe?????
It
has never ever been this mother fucking bad, not since the mother
fucking nineteen cunt lapping eighties when this all fucking got cock
sucking going against me with these rat chewing turds.
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
DEAR
PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL,
PLEASE PLEASE, P-L-E-A-S-E
HELP ME. THANKING YOU IN ADVANCE FOR
ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY BE ABLE TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
here is the shit with this weekend, and it all makes a lot of sense,
as patterns and history cannot be seemingly fucking ever escaped
from, right Mister Ex-Mayor Robert Levy, Honorable Sir???????
First
off folks, I am holding a Sunday BOTBUR, that still can be saved, if
Pam Bondi gets my message and makes some telephone calls to peeps on
my side of this hip hop nightmare. It is nine shy of ten, and if
things do not back and ease off of me soon, I'll ease on down to
Della Reese Road and forget about the fucking Campbells soup. I will
be in cunt lapping MAY-HE-CO by 48 hours with the clothes on my
fucking back and the shoes on my feet, and my documents, and that is
all, a total slate clean, so get out the wet towels, or the
washcloths, great Professor Einstein,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to clear the
board, not bend your ear back in fucking 1983, © Office.
I
have had nabes from fucking hell open and close doors all night
fucking long. My next door guy has been doing his loud video game
thing early this morning. Doors were slamming until midnight, and
then kept going but quieter so that I could not call 911 and expect
any help. They read my shit, I know this, my own dam daughter and her
friends read and print all my stuff for their daily laughs. Again, I
know this.
On
top of all this shit that all started at the Publix Grocery Store
around early past mid day yesterday-Saturday, the mother fucking
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE SQUEALED MY TELEPHONE AGAIN THIS MORNING BETWEEN
HALF PAST 8 AND A QUARTER SHY OF FUCKING CUNT LAPPING
9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY SCHEDULED VISIT TO MY
INJURY ATTORNEY DOWN IN THE PALM FUCKING BEACHES IS RIGHT AFTER THE
HOLIDAY, AS I HAD A FRIEND OF MINE MAKE THE APPOINTMENT TO THROIW
ENEMIES OFF FUCKIGN GUARD, GOOD FOLKS OUT HERE, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, I am just dead
with a busted fucking head!!!!!!!
WELL,
JANE DIRTBAG WITCHBITCH ROTTEN NOTFONDAU JUST CHEWED A HOLE UP MY ASS
WITH HER ONES FUCKING ATTACK, WITH PAGE ELEVEN OIF ELEVEN, SO LET ME
COMPENSATE HERE, BEFORE MOVING THIS BLOG ALONG, GOOD FOLLOWERS.
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NOW
WE USED FILLER LINES TO GET RID OF THE FUCKING REMAINDER OF PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO HA-HA-HA-HA, JANE, YOU ROTTEN SLEAZY
LADY!!!!!!!!!!
I
took my LUCK TEST and scored a rotten MINUS-9. Pretty
typical average score however; when we take into consideration all my
hellish shit I'm being cock sucking ass put through by this evil dirt
bag LAMBRIGGER-CULT OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE, the great hit TV show of the
sixties, ''Dark Shadows'', called this very same group that I deal
with now and for decades, only not one bit fucking fictionally; the
LEVIATHANS!!!!!
I
also queried my wonderful powerful and mysterious ASTRAL-PLANE
panther cat, the great GAGA or Professor Gawky Gaukauk, and my query
to him was as follows, just an hour ago after the telephone squeal
and nabes all still acting up all night and the previous day, along
with that brutal fucking assault on me Saturday while out at the
store on my personal errands, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
GAGA-KITTY, WHY AM I UNDER THIS HORRENDOUS DEATH SIEGE THIS WEEKEND
OF DECEMBER THE 7TH AND THE 8TH HERE IN 2013??? I NEED TO KNOW THIS,
to quote my awesome Christmas Tree Angel
Daughter, from Cooley Callio Coolio foolio Hall of
Haddonfield, in New Jersey back early in the nineteen seventies.
His
response back to me was thisssssssssss, Erica Snakes-83!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-936.
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''; HERE IS MY
MATCHBOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR THE PCN-936, THERE ARE ONLY A HANDFUL,
BUT THEY TELL A MAJOR STORY TO A PERSON SUCH AS MYSELF WHO IS
EXPERIENCING A REAL HYPERSPACE HELL WITH A POWERFUL WASHCLOTH
NCC-CLOUD STAR FAMILY. REMEMBER THAT PEE, MY YOUNGER HYPERSPACE DAUT
TOLD ME THIS CLOUD WAS HER OWN INVENTION AND THAT THOSE AROUND HER
WERE ASSISTING HER AND WOULD RELEASE HER FROM THE NEW JERSEY
DETENTION CENTER 2 YEARS BEFORE SHE TURNED 18 AND WAS SCHEDULED FOR
RELEASE, IF SHE WOULD ALLOW THEM TO WORK WITH HER ON THIS FANTASTIC
COMPUTER ADVANCEMENT THAT WILL FOREVER ALTER HUMANKIND AND ITS
EXISTENCE ON THE EARTH PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNOCOL
OIL, OCEAN CITY NEW JERSEY, BUTTERFLY, HOLLYWOOD, JUNE NINETEEN
EIGHTY, GREAT FISH, YOUTUBE ACCOUNT OF MARIAH CAREY.
You
have to take all of these things and not always at exact face value,
and see them as pieces in a puzzle all together that are doing their
best to tell the story of your situation and your posed question to
the outer cosmos, all the other parts of you that are not YOU
DIRECTLY, in other words. If you grasp or get this, great, if not,
don't knock yourself on the floor with a right cross and pretend
you're my powerful and lovely daughter. Just keep struggling and
reading my blogs, and I'll promise that eventually, that light-bulb
that comes popping up will not be in my office program to annoy me,
but instead will be in your own head and then you'll say to yourself,
''WOW, I FUCKING GET IT, THIS DUDE WASN'T NUTS AFTER-ALL, AT LEAST
NOT BNUTS FOR WHAT THE POOR SLOB HAD TO FUCKING ENDURE FOR SIX SOLID
FUCKING DECADES, BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Now
I could not get to sleep last fucking night, I am guessing it was
close to 6 this morning when I was able to finally die away from the
miseries of this physical life for a short while. Their evil
phone-squeal sound woke me at about two hours and forty minutes
later, and I will try to get an afternoon nap in if that's possible.
Things around here are contingent on the behavior or really, the
misbehavior of my druggie-thuggy evil rotten dirt bag nabes all up
here on my sixth floor. My nabe told me right to my face a couple
months ago, that drugs were going on, as if I didn't know that, and
as if Debbie doesn't know it, don't play either of us for a fool you
scum bag trash. What is so rotten, is that decent peeps without dope
in their life, would love to get off the street and live here, but
no, they keep these illegal in and out all-niter drug-thug pricks,
JUST TO FUCKIGN GET AT ME, AND JUST TO KEEP THEIR FUCKIGN DIRT BAG
STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY XCLIMBING HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER,
FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, JUST AS I TOLD YOU MY LOVELY GINA, AND ALL
AND ANY OTHERS READING THESE 8 TYEARS OF CUNT LAPPING BLOGS NOW, GOOD
PEEPS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!
My
sleep was short, but long enough to contain this wild interaction
that was not vivid or clear. I remember it or the parts that I will
now tell to you, but things were blurry and difficult to perceive or
even interact much in, making me feel real super trapped and
helpless. Oh well, that's a relatable feeling of quite often and
repeated similar freaking ass circumstances, am I right good folks,
or not, you tell me, YO?????????????????? Dad and Dawn-Marie King may
need to throw in their little lines here, for effect,
''SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT''.
I
was with Mayor Levy of Atlantic City in a parallel universe, and he
was still the mayor, and had not yet had his weird woes
that led to his removal from office, and his refusal to just show up
for work one day after days of vanished and missed days at his City
Hall Office, 7 or so years ago whenever this went down. He was giving
me another really wild cool roulette system, and along came Mariah,
and she kept asking him to tell me the other system, whatever the
hell that was all about. They both tried real hard not to laugh and
were making those sounds we all make when trying ball bust hard to
hold back laughter, perhaps to spare the feelings of someone, who can
know. Finally, he said to her, why don't we give him both systems,
after-all, you gave him both letters back in '97? She then told him
to shut his face and never speak to her like that, and went into her
famous Empire State Building-2008 diatribe, of just who owns this non
light-bulb hack 'empire', open office ass holes, or really, WHO RULES
THIS EMPIRE. She went onto tell me that she never should have taken
me into her house at age 2 years, to show me all those special
things, it has caused me more harm than good, and I am ow stuck in a
world where I am in trouble for so many things that never were my
fault. She really reamed out the dude each time he would say another
sort of mean couple of sentences to me in this wild ass interaction.
I never saw 'MY' stick up for me like this, and it made me feel
wonderful. Then it changed to a very horrible interaction. She told
me that my blogs are her property, and that I must consult with her
before writing anything that could remotely pertain to her and her
life, past and present. Otherwise, she will create a huge wave that
will wipe all of Florida off the map, and I will be drowned. I told
her, I will do my best to make spiritual contact with you to be
certain that what I write is OK to post. She gave me that smile that
only she can get when juast the right thing happens to prompt it; and
then said to me afrter a ten second pause, ''you know Mark, I am
Isis, I am Jehovah, I was even Billy that day when he told you all
that stuff on July 5, in 2011. She told me that in the future, I
create the great SSJKK, that she is a highly advanced android with
total human feelings, but is powerful and demanding, and will never
ever allow me to escape her and that she is always there watching
everything that I ever do, as long with her friends. Then she pulled
out what I thought was her cell phone, and she pushed a few buttons
on it, and poof, she vanished away. And we all were laughing back in
the days when I worked at Water and Walker Streets in southeast
Philadelphia, regarding my quick trip to the bottom of the icy wintry
Delaware River, to meet my future self, at the World Laboratories,
and the two entities sitting in my back seat after we all were back
and totally dry as if it never had happened, had the same eyes that
billy Crouch has, they shine like brightly lit up jewels. Well, if
they ever lose their eyes, we can hang them on the Christmas Tree,
and the great Cooley Hall Angel can again, as she did long ago in
1972, sing songs from defected NSA Agents to fish songs to any
seasonal song she may wish to do, am I right, lovely Sarah dog-walk
Jacobson; girl of great intrigue and quintessential
mystery??????????????
I
am going to tell one huge biggie on this blog, and it is very
deserved, after this major fucking attempt on my life from AUGUST 28
through NOVEMBER 22, of this totally SATANIC YEAR!!!!!!!!
David
Roth said something over and over, and recently, before 08-28, but
not that far before, this remains my own bizz for right now; but he
said, and I blogged it many times over an eight year fucking blogging
career now folks; “Mark, 'they' are afraid of your
potential”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is so true, but only can be seen in
the full glory and the full awareness and intricate knowledge, of
fifth McCoo dimensional hyperspace, my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WHAT IS THIS POTENTIAL FUCING BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT,
FOLKS???????????????? I have the kind of mind that is slow to learn.
Once I do learn however, my mind takes what I learn and figures out
dozens of things all around what I just learned, that seem to go over
the heads of the vast majority of folks on this planet, even the
great minds. This is not a brag, and is merely the way that my mind
works. I take no credit for any of it, and many times am thought of
as mildly retarded for not being able to pick up on new shit as fast
as the average other folks around me. But when all is said and done,
there it is staring you in the face, a simple truth. I took my math
book home in the first grade at the Richland Avenue School of
Quakertown, Pennsylvania, and in one evening, completed the entire
year's assignments. Instead of being given special attention and
praised in even a small way, I actually found myself in trouble for
being a prodigy. So a few months passed, and I had come to learn that
I was negatively rewarded for showing that I was smart and had
ability to excel academically. So one day when simply rhymes were
being taught, I acted like I could not do rhymes. My mom was called
in, and eventually, I showed that I could. I found myself in a lot of
trouble now it seemed, back in 1962, for being smarter than the
others, and then being dumber than the others. It was then that I
sort of learned in a 7 year old way, even though the expression had
not yet been invented to my knowledge, my mind was going along the
lines of a similar thought, to, hay, I can't win for losing. I am
damned if I do and damned if I don't. I am just going to go through
school and life and all of it, never being able to please people, and
always being fucking cunt picked on and
PERSECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was right 100%.
THINGS
ARE VERY VERY VERY FUCKING BAD, MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL 1984
INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
OF 2013, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR CHART:
DECEMBER
01-----00
DECEMBER
02-----00
DECEMBER
03-----33
DECEMBER
04-----25
DECEMBER
05-----20
DECEMBER
06-----17
DECEMBER
07-----29
Now,
if Sunday officially goes to fucking BOTBAR, from BOTBUR or Bottom Of
The Barrel Unofficially Rated, (BOTBUR), as Dave Roth made this up
after I made up BOTBAR; but then folks, we'll be fucking cunt lapping
racing up to a monster wicked 38%. If we can miraculously hold onto
an above botbar-closing-day however, it will be back down to a barely
'existable' 25%-MPB, and fuck you, I'll use the dam word, it fits,
sue me you bastard.
NOW
ON THE YEAR OF 2013 ITSELF, GOOD FRIENDS OUT HERE, YO; BEGINNING IN
DECEMBER, HERE IS WHERE MY FIGURES SHOW MY MPB ON THE FUCKING DIRT
BAG YEAR, AND IT AIN'T ONE BIT PRETTY.
MPB
FOR 2013, FINAL MONTH CHART:
DECEMBER
01 107 BOTBARS DAY #335 32X08
DECEMBER
02 107 BOTBARS DAY #336 32X09
DECEMBER
03 108 BOTBARS DAY #337 32X10
DECEMBER
04 108 BOTBARS DAY #338 32X11
DECEMBER
05 108 BOTBARS DAY #339 32X12
DECEMBER
06 108 BOTBARS DAY #340 32X13
DECEMBER
07 109 BOTBARS DAY #341 32X14
SO
FAR THIS ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING YEAR, SHIT HAS EVER BEEN THIS BAD FOR
ME MAGNETICALLY WITH COSMOS, AT 32X14, OR 32% BOTBAR, BACK TO BACK
FOR 14 STRAIGHT FUCKING ASS DAYS NOW!!!
WELL,
IT IS NOW 79
DEGREES, HEADING UP INTO TH EMIDDLE EIGHTIES, AND THIS
WILL BE THE WEATHER PATTERN FOR CLOSE TO TEN DAYS ACCORDING TO THE
WEATHER AND NEWS PEEPS. ONE HOT DECEMBER, EVEN FOR SOUTH CENTRAL
FLOWERY FLORIDA, FLASH BERRIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY MOON!!!!!!!!!
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If
anyone can find
me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
AND VISIT ME DIANA, ARE
YOU LOST?????
I
LOVE YOU DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRIED TO TELL YOU JIM, YOU ASSHOLE, LENNY
(SATAN)
needed to devote his attention and resources to change the world as
he did such a trumped-marvelous job at and I'll hand the fucking
bastard that right here and right now, lovely LOO; and so he made
sure I heard him and his girlfriend slut, Miss
Chillie on the CB radio,
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seemed to know me and liked messing with me since he was in his
teens, and on top of that, his future wife did the same thing since
she was of this age or even a tad younger, as LOIS FOCA puts her at
the ripe young age of freaking ten years, Earthly, of course. WHERE
THE EF ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, MAGNETIC ELDER HAIR IN THE MORNING.
When a dude tells me that I am in eternity with GOD, this is when I
know he knows real truths and real fucking shit, right down to this
wild incredible outlandish cubed, WASHCLOTH
FAMILY OF CRANBERRY-DREAMS,
HUH DONNA SUMMER; ALL FUCKING DONNA SUMMER'S THAT IS; SHEEEEEEEIT,
WILL YOU ALL GIVE A GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING BREAK FOR CRYING OUT
LOUD-ASS, PWEEEEZE, YO YO YO YO??????
'OK'
as JOHN KING the late and great might say it so well, YO PAULA
whoever you are tonight, oh great one of multiple fucking driver
licenses and child rapes of all juices, Jesus, they cannot escape it,
I told you, it is IN THE ART, don't believe a fucking thing folks,
SAWN FUCKING ASS ALL OF YOU, not me, I tried. OK, yes, all KINGS and
other greats and all snow bank days of all types and all symbolism's
from Anthony Crissafulli of Blackwood New Jersey to Haddonwood and
giant integ-horse-flies; let me get into this right now without any
further fucking adieu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
1984 can be talked about as much as 1980 or 1983 or 1986 or 1988 or
many other McDonald Dancing years of Copyrights and special secret
daughters, but let me take this beyond how math takes these 3 and 4
fave numbers of ISIS to 1984 AD, and move this onward to the
heart-attack-zone!!!!!!!!! MICROSUCKS
is doing their best to interfere with my blog, by doing all sorts of
shit. They of all peeps know where I am going, and taking any willing
listener and Morianity-participant along with me; and WOW, THEY
DON'T FUCKING LIKE IT IN THE LEAST LITTLE FREAKING ASS BIT, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!
I
have intentionally shown you that you can grab from a large pile of
anything, a movie or tape library containing music or stuff bought or
taped off the television or whatever, or in other cases, if you have
a document file filled with more than a thousand blogs such as the
one you are reading right now; and you pick one at random after you
talk about anything whatsoever, and you will be amazed to fully ass
mind blown wiped out, at how the shit all just always seems to
connect up, and it does, and we as a race of humanity are by no means
imaging this process all around us, it is built into the system of
our lives collectively and individually as well, or put in ways not
yet used in late 2013, it is built into the lawtronics. This
literally is the seventh dimension of reality, from where, the entire
MIND REALM comes from and creates a wild zone to interact on from all
of this in the first place, that peeps in the spirit-world-bizz,
label and call, the ASTRAL-PLANE, you can all just say the spirit
world if you feel cozier in that mode, again, SAWN YOU! I knew that I
had to send my book titled by me in 1994, ''The Permission Barrier'',
to the United States © Office on Halloween day of that year. I don't
know why I was compelled to do this on this exact day, but I do know
that two other future October Thirty-One's, I was also ''SPIRIT-LED''
just as if I had a real physical gun right to my fucking head, to
send two music projects also down for copyright, and I did so, the
project that had a title but for reasons of some weird divine
providence, became known to the Copyright Office as the project by
the name of ''SAME TITLE'', on 10/31/2005, followed by my project
called ''Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian Guardhouse'', sent again,
on 10/31/2007, exactly 730 days later, or two years. So in 1994,
2005, and again in 2007, I have copyrighted three projects, a book,
and two musical compilations. Hopefully most of you fully know how
leap years work. They also fall on our American Presidential Election
Years, and begin with the turn of a century and go every four years,
hence they also come out every 20 years, on the zero, such as 1980,
1984, 1988, 1992, 1996, 2000, and so forth, our next one will be 2016
and our last one was 2012, like DUH. Still, this is necessary before
I march this along still a bit further, kind people. Because on leap
year, there is that extra day and the year then contains 366 days,
years will have days in length such as this, 365, 365, 365, 366, 365,
365, 365, 366, 365, 365, 365, 366, and so on and so forth. You get
three years stringing together with 365 days, then the following year
is Leap-Year and it contains the extra day, for the total of 366
days. This is also why a year in actuality is not 365 days long, or
366, but 365 and a quarter, and to take that one small bit further,
mother nature does not ask our simple minds for permission so that we
can keep things super simple and convenient, and really, there are
not exactly 365.25 days in a year, but in a more close astronomical
amount, it works out to 365.2422, just a tad little less time than
365.25, or 0.0078 days less, AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY! This is why
you see me say over and over again, I am suffering in this hell and
it is going on with intense fervor and passion, 24/7/365.2422. I do
not say this to be a smart ass or to just be cuting off a little bit,
it is all astronomically perfectly real and true. Now HALLOWEEN DAY
falls on a particular day number on non leap years as opposed to on
leap years. This is because those who figured out our calendar
system, chose to make our second month of February a short day month,
and then add one extra day every four years for the leap year, making
it then contain 29 days instead of the otherwise shorter 28 days. Now
watch closely and carefully here, remembering the 3-4, the 7-12, the
19-84, and the year 1984, and all of the connectedness from the great
mighty Orwell, to my
first full year residing in Choke City, on Lakehouse Nightmare
Nickhands Drive. Taking
all of this, and my being influenced with powers that cannot be
explained rationally even by the one and only Wildlife
Mountainpen Incorporated;
the sending stuff to the © Office on Halloween Day three freaking
times, the 3 and the 4 deal with ISIS, the way MC's MIMI software
program from 2008 was loaded with number threes and number fours; and
now watch this, JUST WATCH BUT BE SITTING DOWN, PLEASE!!!!
3
out of 4 times, October 31 or 3 plus 3 and 1 October days, this tenth
month of 3 plus 4 plus 4 months, this date falls as the 304 day of
the year. Every four years it is the 305th
day, but 3 out of 4 times, it is day number three---oh---four. The
inescapably trueness in all of this, would be those two numbers, the
3, and the 4. You cannot escape this, and it is all throughout the
MIMI Project of the great elusive Mariah Carey herself. Anyone who is
able to buy into this much happenstance and coincidence, well, that
is all fine and well, we merely would never be destined to be good
fishing buddies. NO PUN,
that just came right off the Stone Harbor, New Jersey jetty, I
swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS
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