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I TOLD YOU GINA AND ALL OTHERS, THIS DOW JONES MARKET WILL NEVER STOP SOARING TO THE STARS!!!



THERE IS SO MUCH WRONG, IT NEVER CAN BE MOTHER FUCKING TOLD ON A SERIES OF BLOGS”





THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY MOTHER FUCKING MONSTER THINGS GOING WRONG ALL AROUND ME, FOR 59 STRAIGHT YEARS; THERE IS NO WAY TO TELL IT. THAT IS WHY I AM GLAD, BRAD; FOR SEVERAL SHORT CUTS THAT I DID NOT INVENT, BUT SURELY CAN FUCKING INDEED BE USED TO MY ADVANTAGE IN TRYING TO EXPLAIN JUST SOME OF THIS SHIT THAT HAS BEEN BLOGGED FOR JUST ABOUT EIGHT YEARS NOW.







Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for my life, everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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BUT IS REALITY 3 LOST IN THE RECENT TIME SHUFFLE REGARDING ALL OF THIS? YES, AND SO IS THE CLOUD OF D-6 RECYCLE.







WHO ELSE BUT THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, OF THE NCC-CLOUD CREATORS, ARE THE TRUE FORCES THAT GENERATE AND SUSTAIN DOUBT, IN THINGS THAT ARE OBVIOUS; AND JUST BECAUSE THEY MAY APPEAR WEIRD TO THE ONLOOKER. BUT IS THIS ALL DONE AS A SUPER AGENDA, AND WHOSE, AND WHY? NOW THINGS BEGIN GETTING QUITE MOTHER FUCKING INTERESTING, EVEN IF I DO HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN DAM PROCLAMATIONS!!!!!! HAY, THEY GO ON TO MAKE THIS CLOUD, RIGHT DOTTIE DARIO CREEKTHROWER???????







Now that things have gotten really good, right Helen Zebriski, ''IT'S TIME'', to quote the great Barnabas Collins of the nineteen-sixties; to start showing a little more skin. Don't worry; with words, not dirty photographs, still; when I am all through in time, many will wish I had turned the end stage of these blogs into a worlds great peep show!!! Don't die on me Connie, well; at least not yet. Not until I am all done with you, S-DAY DAWNKING LOOSENDSNONO!!!!!!!!!!





No Ann, I am not going to bat for you, you merely happen to fit right smack dab inside what I am going to try and prove, you and your lovely family.













They just let her die. You all think stuff like this just cannot happen in America. Pitiful Adam Schiff, totally DEEDEE BIRD PITIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







So what is this NCC CLOUD really about, 99% of my viewers are wondering, or maybe not, how I can I ever mother fucking know anything??????????? Also does it replace the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY or the (ESS)? No, it is more like Microsoft at work. Our machines don't die on us and go obsolete every month or two or three. But online updates continue to keep things somewhat more up to date and closer to current time life for all its users, hence the words UPDATES. If the old Hyundai car commercials were ever apropos, right now suffices quite well, DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH.







GINA, I TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WOULD ENDLESSLY FLY UP, SO WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME, JACK OFFS, JUST TELL ME WHY WHEN I AM NEVER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WRONG?





Folks, things are going on, and recently someone said something so fucking horrible and mean, far beyond all the cursing and evil words all combined on every one of my blogs for close to a decade; they know who they are, this will never be further elucidated upon, but just know that I found out about it, and am thoroughly sickened from the depths of what you might think of as, my soul. No one likes loose ends and lips that tell too many forbidden things. Ships have gone down below the water into eternal darkness, on the simple movement of lips. Ask any Naval Officer, if you doubt these words from nutcase disabled me, great Missourians.







OH THERE IS A TON OF SHIT TO GO AND SAY, BUT THAT CAN WAIT, AS CAN HEAVEN; OR SO PEOPLE LOVE TO SAY. WHAT TOTAL FOOLS, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO WAIT FOR SOMETHING A VIGINTILLION TIMES BETTER THAN THE LIFE OF A MILLION DONALD TRUMP'S, THAT LASTS FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, NUMBSCULLS???????????????????????????? When you see the great Sarah Krassle Almighty for yourself folks, you will remember me, and this blog; and you will say to yourself, ''OH SHIT'', just like that cool fat dude on the syfy show does so fucking well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! How my father and I had rap sessions coming up now on 40 years ago, to the day. WOW, RHM. Still, it is no shock how he knew stuff, and I no longer think that silly Battleship Eldridge had anything to do with it. It all is because of the NCC-CLOUD, my friends.













Folks, without the NCC-CLOUD being the reason for this entire fucking mess, and believe me the tents don't matter unless you are stuck out camping in the rain storm; folks, this answers it all. I TOLD YOU, the internet was going to evolve into something huge and dark, and that as time or its 'spirit' so to speak, moves onward, the light shines through that darkness and fakes the illusion real well. I did not have the answers in 1983 when I wrote song lyrics such as, ''Every time I think I know, I fall head deep down in the snow, and it makes me blue, when I'm not with you. Nineteen years have come and gone, and all that's left is our sweet song, and it makes me blue, yeah it makes me blue. Then along came you. I never had a clue, that I was missing you. I never had a clue, that I was missing you, baby baby baby. I thought I knew most everything, 'till you showed me the songs we'd sing, and it makes me blue, yeah it made me blue. Now I have you, yes I have you, Oh I have you''. The problem is, that when we let our minds go consciously blank, time and tents drops away; and art exists in a state of infinity, outside of such human world parameters. This is why when a person such as myself becomes totally 100 percent aware of that truth, I don't dare follow the industry or listen or watch stuff, because shit that none of you can even start to imagine, screams through secret channels at me, and by your world's part two of this organization, the psychiatric world, I fit all of the textbook definitions of totally crazy and insane with about twenty off the top of my head psychotic features, all dancing around in there to the rhythm of demonic drums sold at all Jackson Road Music Stores, especially if they are on highways numbered 73, and exist in New Jersey towns called Berlin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you wanna' go at it again, R.H. Macy, or just send a WOW to my phone, old buddy? You know I know the truth about all the shit that happened more than 100 years ago, I was there, you cock suckers.







Yes, if you can hear me, hyperspace TRAVELERS who intentionally are 'working nights', and AKA TYPE 3 EXPLORATRONS, I know a lot of things about why you all got together and created the greatest law show in the history of the entire Entertainment World system, or the (EW), right after my visit to the Camden County Prosecutor; and even how my S-DAY-LAUDER nightmares of 1984 and 1985, all fit into this; along with my two very very distant cousins, Trump and Stuart; and the Macy connection. On the Astral-Plane, words ending in an ACEY sound, always have a connection to and or with, great energy and power, ACEY and PIGLOPEY, are the same exact word on the ASTRAL-PLANE, at least in the Province Olympia, and many of the neighboring provinces of all six directions around it.







OK, let us wrap up this nightmare bullshit, my Morians and Lessians and any and all Inbetweenians. The original telephone internet was started by myself and some local youngsters that were around a dozen years my junior, in the area of Southeastern New Jersey. This is where I spoke to 'Ingrid', on an internet-telephone, that very few know about; but there are a handful of peeps that do, and maybe for fear of prosecution or something; are maintaining their silence about it. It was not totally on the up and up, yet is was not a violation of any statute that I am aware of. We would all push a few buttons on our telephones that would turn the phone company circuitry into some kind of a link attachment, and even though you would hear the buzz-buzz-buzz loud sounding tones, if you spoke loudly over it, many kids would do this, and began chatting with each other from all over the place, and I know the great AT&T knows about it. It is amusing even further to me, that this was all done by us in 1983 and 1984, and this was years before regular internet chatting or internet at all other than used by science labs, bank and financial institutions, and government systems, and yes; that's been around since my daughter was in diapers, and you'd be shocked at some of the shit that was around that is being kept quiet, for reasons that it would shoot up the credibility of me and Morianity, into the stratosphere. That is the epitome of the NO-NO, as far as WOMO-MILIFORCE/OTAMM is concerned. Ingrid, just her first name, is PCN-671. What I said to her when she asked how old I was in early 1984, and I responded with, ''Very very very old'', also is PCN-671. Back then, I was not doing PCN's, you see, this is where Quantum Mechanics gets so good, if you would just ever get a real interest in it. The A and B points in any two events are locked into atomic space time in their own individualized parallel realities; each on a subatomic frequency that keeps it as its own separateness, from all of the others; yet remains fully cohesive to itself. The time that seems to exist in-between however, is the real magic. They talk a lot about this on documentaries, on many of the SCIENCE-CHANNEL shows, and other educational television or internet sources; but I have a bit of an advanced knowledge of this very item, that they are all so dam ass mystified by; as I remember my life as LABBER Arthur Jones ZEEJINS. This 'QUANTUM-FUZZINESS' is not, again, something localized in three dimensions; and this is driving the current world peeps of advanced science, nuts as a fruit tree. They cannot see that all of the great forces, and this being just another one of them, like MIND-GRAVITY, is a transdimensional reality. Seeing it this way, they from reading just this much, hopefully are able to begin reexamining their concepts, and then begin to make the leap, that allows them to create new experiments, and try new ideas in their laboratories; black shellfish pools all notwithstanding, or even banquet tables that I had no Earthly way of knowing were behind closed doors, that I never went into in 2010, but did in 2011; at the great Austin Hunt Harvest, at the mighty intersection of Happy, Healthy, Orange, and Twenty-Fifth. I'll give you a tip and a clue, oh mighty lab technicians not in the keyboards from petahell society of 1980-1984. We escape the void by dreaming out and away from it, creating dreamalities. This force is a double motion circulation. It traverses down and out away from void infinity zero dimensional ''existence without interaction'', Mister Mayor Fullmoon; and what it does, is to continue to endlessly try and escape the void, and is why our universes in all of hyperspace keep expanding. Our true nature is the void, or the pullback into this void, and again, here is your gravitation-balance of the MIND, and the way that the sixth-dimension causes things to operate when it drops down lower in the five dimensions of transdimensional hyperspace. This is also why things are attracted to each other, and the largest masses always pull the smaller ones towards, and eventually into them. Endlessly, we exist, as THE VOID, and we are all doing this; escaping in outward gravity dreams, while in truth; always merely existing inside the gravity of the void truth. This is about as parochially worded as if I just told you how to open a chewing gum wrapper, remove the gum, and chew, and enjoy. Still, everything has to begin somewhere, even great Lake-houses, and Scylla's. I suppose, even musical as well as roulette enzymeters as well. What did you just say to me, Mike McNulty, sir?





THE NCC CLOUD BUILDS ALL THE TIME, IN AND OUTSIDE OF TIME, AS IT COMES FROM A HIGHER DIMENSION, THE MIND REALM, THE MENTAL PLANE, THE SIXTH DIMENSION, call it ham on fucking rye, it matters not one small bit, good peeps.







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Anything you can ever think of ladies and gentlemen, the NCC-CLOUD has it all, owns it all, better said, this cloud is a series of magical beads, owned and toned. The problem is that it is not mine, mine, oh goddess knows it's mine. Now, it is not mine, it is theirs, theirs, oh goddess knows it's there's. So now Professor Asia, I will agree to park it here, and listen clear, while you and your pals all bend my ear. Because folks, even the great Gawky Gaukauk 'Lottery Cat', is part of these great beads, the links that endlessly loop together, or said in perhaps a more 1014 way and not a 1969 way, the great CHAIN OF SARAH KRASSLE, right old pal Jerry Heitzmann, and MOMA MARIA, literally, Mizz Callio?????





JEESE LOUISE, SURFER FONTY, where will these new paths all lead us? For starters, sir; they lead us to exactly where we all when it all began at once when we were too happy to see that something really bad was going to happen to us. Am I wrong Rodney and Brad?





Great folks, no it is most definitely and absolutely not 2:28 PM-EDST, 25 OCTOBER, 2013, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, B---U---T, wild 2009-2010 time jump NCC-CLOUD, and one of about 1X10 to EXPONENT 1000000000000000000, it is not any other time either. The minute I tell you what time it IS, it really in all truth and accuracy is what time that it WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









HERE IS THE PROBLEM. YOU CAN ONLY SEE ABOUT 25,000 MILES INTO THE EXPANSION IN REAL TIME. NONE OF THE PEEPS ON TV DOCUMENTARIES REMIND YOU OF THIS. YOU ARE NOT EVER SEEING REAL TIME AFTER YOU PEER OUT FURTHER INTO THE EXPANSION THAN THE SIZE OF OUR WORLD IS ALL THE WAY AROUND, ROUGHLY JUST UNDER 25,000 MILES. BUT THE TRUE REASONS FOR FUCKING THIS IS ALL HIDDEN IN THE C---L---O--U---D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













The two television shows that the CLOUD wanted to connect me up to, in STM, you all know, were THE MENTALIST, and LAW & ORDER. A child can see what is going on if they really follow these blogs and are not total ass morons. That same 80-IQ entity of single year age, can just as plainly see another thing, my great followers out there. THIS IS WHAT IT IS, FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT SEE IT.

A year ago or there about somewhere, THE MENTALIST was leading people in a totally different direction than where it was forced to go, and this is called the 'DARK SHADOWS LEVIATHAN SYNDROME', or DSLS; at least called this by me, and I am the one typing these blogs, AHA-AHA-AHA Mister fucking McNulty, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Gary Stone and the PBS-Sidewalk Scientist Association, and the powerful creators of the present day internet system, all have one thing in common. It is not money or a desire for wealth. It is not power, or a desire for power. It is not a desire for immortality on Earth as a human being, or any creature material connected item or comfort or luxury. These side effects may indeed come with being those peeps in this great consortium, but that as stated, is mere side effect. They, like me, are searching for the opposite of this, the opposite of individual existence, the endless drudgery of material life as their current or any hyper alter ego self they are, were, or ever may be. They want to end this forever, and thus, the collective consciousness cloud. The problem is that they are shortsighted and just cannot see past the chain loops stopping. Just because you eventually learn how to link the back and front ends of this very long chain together, suddenly this entire chain becomes just one look all inside another larger chain just like it, and this has no finite limits. It has no smallest chain, and it has no largest chain. As LAWTRON, or counterpart soul, so to speak, this is known to me, and until someone in some future cyclaverse is able to see this, and come up with a better idea, nothing will ever stop being what it is, and since I alone understand the full weight of this, I by sheer proxy, carry what is known only in this wild family, as the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This has had temporary misunderstandings at numerous times in humankind's history, the biggest one being a direct ancestor, Jesus Christ, taking the 'sin debt' of the collective us, but this only goes so far. Whether Isiscylla knows this and can draw into her individual deed under consciousness, while here and alive as MC, well, that is the real and true quintessential question for the great William Shakespeare and his ultimate cosmic plays of all time. I feel we now live at the tip edge of times that are only going to get about ten times more wild and weird than they ever have been yet to date. THAT, Mister Harner, and Sally, IS SAYIN' SOMETHING, if I need to be the one to SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!


















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MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT. DID YOU KNOW THAT ALL GREAT MEN AND WOMEN WERE CALLED CRACK POTS BACK IN THEIR DAY? THANK YOU FOR ADDING ME TO THIS INDIGENOUS AND PRESTIGIOUS GREAT LIST, LOVELY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me.















At 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.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:


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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FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



































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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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MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN



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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. He was in school with me, and we were studying Advanced Robotics. Naturally, this was in hyperspace, or you mortal worlders would say it more like, “Mark, you ass hole, you mean you had this powerful dream last night”, OYR, whateverrrr. I am going to make hyperspace, and parallel universe reality believers, out of some of you if it takes me five hundred thousand Lieutenant Ouhora-Trek years. Well, I was in a computer class today at the Fort Pierce, Florida, Harvest, whose website internet address can be accessed as follows: www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ , when suddenly this evil horrid man, assaulted me out of the blue. Now people are beginning to know, and believe. Still, you are all clueless to many things, such as why I am getting totally mother fucking hammered and pummeled this entire mother fucking week peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The attack was totally unprovoked. I was only sitting in a chair, and quietly talking to my friend who we will just call, Delilah for sake of secrecy, and safety, and closets in general. I'll fucking give Dawn-Marie King big-time unlimited credit for one thing, and that is that she did not think that her sexual molestation by her no good rotten fucking father back in 1972, was one bit funny. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, are powerful ass fucking nerves being funny boned here, YO??????? Let me discuss this powerful nightmare last night that woke me with a super ass bang, thanks to my beautiful and wonderful mother fucking alarm clock at precisely half past eight, giving me the needed time to shower, dress, and drive four blocks to my job; taking only one or two minutes time, where I work the 9-3 shift on Mondays, Tuesdays, and fucking ass Wednesdays.



Chemtrail and plane aerial assault, has been TOTAL fucking murder all week fucking long, with this fucking hockey hickey (LING-LONG-FONDA-MONSTER-SLAPPER) playoff shit, that I have had to deal with ever since the 15th day of cunt eating August, in the demonic and Satanic year of 1986; and has been told and blogged out to the public world now, for about six straight fucking consecutive ass years, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This will freaking be undoubtedly told again and again and again; and a lot more than seventeen ripped off times, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So are we going out tonight, Shaniah, you miserable whore?



All week ling, Henry Barbara Thirteen Angry-Men, I've been destroyed, and it is only a mother fucking matter of time before M---AGNESONI---C scans, and avenges my hellish miseries being perpetrated upon me by quintessential scoundrels, and total ass scum, YO!!!!!!! Don't fucking believe me, but when Planet Earth gets wiped, don't say I didn't fucking warn everybody, Agent Caruso. I have tried to get this shit against me stopped for decades now FBI, and you did nothing but 'BACK-BURNER' me to death, YO, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I knew that things were destined to be off the scale putrid, and monstrously horrific for me, after my coming out of that wild interaction at half past eight this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. I am not as stupid as peeps would hope I am, or believe, in their rash fallible total ignorance, peeps. LSS, I was in this robotics class, and Nick Cannon walked in with a group of women, all dressed very strangely. They wanted to know all of the details about something that Joe and I had just finished making in this classroom-lab of a sort. I began telling them what they wanted to know, and Joe suddenly stood up and yelled at me at the top of his lings, which I never ever saw him do in 'waking-life' at the Harvest before he was canned, or 'plipped' as they say 100 years from now, “pink-slipped”, without cause; some time back, and it is all on my blogs from last summer time, BRRRR! Just what significance these strangely dressed ladies had, I do not yet know, but they, along with 'Road Time Trip Man' all sort of ended up in the background more and more, as this interaction progressed. Mariah Carey was singing a beautiful song, that I have never heard before throughout all of infinity, and it was so beautiful, and like she was so famous for in the nineties for doing, it has many octaves, and her heavenly voice was beyond outstanding and divine. When she finished the song, she walked over to my seat in this school-lab, and grabbed the thing that Joe hollered at me not to let anyone look at or touch. Naturally, we all were so totally ass spellbound by her music, and her song, and her ultra fantastic voice; that nobody could even move. She smiled down at me in my seat, while holding this wild looking small, but seemingly heavy gadget. As she kept holding onto it, it began to pulsate, and make bright strobing colors. Then she sat it down on my desk, that was twice the size of a normal desk one might expect to see in a classroom at a college or a high school, and Joe jumped away faster than Britney's grandfather warped out of my home in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USAESMWG, that day in the early nineteen-nineties. Then Mariah re-sang her super lovely song to me, and it made me cry like a little baby, because she sounded so totally fantastic, and the song was so totally ass wonderful; and with such a surreal and unfathomable ten octave vocal range with her full voice, which should be a physical world impossibility. Then everyone was suddenly just gone, while I sat there dumbfounded. The strange gadget was gone as well, and I thought that maybe, just as with the cassette tape back in 1986 in this part of the hyperspace, in Manhattan; that she had taken it, and who knows if indeed she did or not. I know that she lifted the cassette tape, after singing a song on it, along with the song that was playing on my car stereo.



Then came the alarm clock, the sky attack, and also the physical health attack, which resulted from so many poisonous chemtrailing vapors. Just GOOGLE UP the great 'SKYWITNESS' on the freaking great U-TUBE, and so many other chemtrial reports on this fantastic site. Don't listen to me. It all is right up there, and has all been fully exposed; and still we all go right on dying from these toxic poisons, and no one appears to have the fucking balls to do anything to stop them, “legally of course”, AS THESE BLOGS DO NOT EVER ACT TO PROMOTE ANY SORT OF VIOLENCE, OR ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, YO!!!!



The man who attacked me in class today, and what happened just a few hours earlier in a parallel universe, is all connected up. Only the great fucking PAULA KING knows exactly how. I will be leaving this hot hell called Florida very soon, and returning home. Dawn is no longer able to get at me in the physical world up there. I have made peace with the rest of the family, well, many of them. Many of them are and will be hopeless, that is quite obvious. I knew that deep inside my soul on that day at the beach, when Levy brought 100 of his cousins there, and scared away the normal crowd. I was not intimidated. I let one of the dudes help me feed the seagulls, and had a nice friendly talk. Still, the girl that ended my beach going days for a few years, caused quite a temporary bear in the New York financial systems in the not too distant future. Still, as long and ling as they have me to fucking mess with and hurt, they never ever will lose. They will just go on endlessly, and relentlessly, fucking gaining and winning their cheated points of power, and forever screwing the poor peeps into endless hellish poverty and woe. This nation makes me sick to my mother fucking ass stomach, and so do all wealthy dirt bag fucking peeps.



GINA, JUST AS YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WOULD PIN ME IN ONE SECOND IN THAT ARM WRESTLE, AND DID, YOU SUPER LOVELY TALL INCREDIBLE POWERFUL BEAUTIFUL LONG DARK HAIRED LUSCIOUS FREAKING YOUNG BEAUTY QUEEN, IN 1998; I NOW TELL THIS WORLD, THAT AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ME TO HURT, MARKET UP/UP/UP/UP/UP, AND FLYERS ROTTEN SINGERS CLUB HOCKEY WINS/WINS/WINS/WINS/WINS/ AND WINS!!!!!!!!!!! How I'll endlessly remember the nightmare days of enduring that horrible rotten fucking singer that promoted those cheating filthy dirty mobbed up Philadelphia Flyers, and scum bag dirt ball diseased twisted evil demonic Ed Snyder, with that totally awful shitty promotion on Philly-57 television, and the way his horrendous rotten voice sang those words, “Flyers Hockey, on Philly-fifty-seven”, just thinking about it, I swear to the gods, I am growing totally fucking nauseous right now, this very fucking ass minute, YO!!!!!



If these fucking jerk offs won't stop this attack, and break off this mother fucking shit that has been strong and beyond hell all week fucking long, someone powerful will be dead in 48 mother fucking hours, so watch the news, and then see if this breaks off by what happens, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



One thing I totally fucking ass know, and that is that some force out here wants with all of their heart and soul, for me to fucking discuss in detail, some powerful shit in both the years of 1972, as well as 1975; involving the All Mighty Goddess of this Universe and Multiverse, and I WILL NOT BETRAY MY FREAKING TEEN-QUEEN, NOT FOR ANYBODY; so go screw your mothers, you diseased piles of puke!!! You won't get these secrets out of me, you mother fucking shit heads, so you may as well just give up!!!!!!!







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