JANUARY
24, 2014,THREE STRAIGHT BOTS,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 3:54,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 47 DEGREES FNHT.
Well
world, head-gamer-viewers, me, and any phase 4 entities or the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS); I will begin by getting right
to the meat of the newest super bear in my life, and this one does
not growl, hibernate; or be able to be shot, and fucking killed. TOO
BAD!
I
did not tell the entire dream last night for the record and life
journal, nor the full implications of having this experience in so
far as how it relates itself into my waking world reality in the
''here and the now''. But now, I will, after I post up the horrible
mother fucking pussy chewing MPB LIFE CHARTS, also for the record,
and you can throw posterity in as well, I suppose.
ARISTA
RECORDING COMPANY, Who
do you think you're fucking fooling???????
My life is total hell!
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IT
SEEMS MY LIFE IN 2014 IS ONE GIGANTIC FREAKING ASS SUPER fucking
jerked off BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
HELP
ME DIANA. THEY'RE KILLING ME GIRL. LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARD
EARTHLINGS ARE FUCKING DESTROYING ME, PRECIOUS LOVELY WONDERFUL
GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WHAT IF YOU ARE A TEEN-TEASE, YOU ARE MY TEEN
TEASE, SCYLLA, NEVER EVER FORGET THAT; LOVELY BROWN EYED
GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NOTHING
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W---O---W,
MISTER MACY!
Any
other prison or rehab breakouts planned with your high profile name
pals, descendants of this great New York clan?
HERE
IS WHAT HAPPENED. YESTERDAY THE BASTARD WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE, MISTER
FUCKING CUNT EATING HALL SIR; STRUCK ME VERY HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me explain, but first, let me post the MPB charts. It ain't
mother fucking pretty, if you vomit, I'm sorry, but I ain't cleaning
up your mess, people!!!!!!!
Now
here is what happened to me. As I said this plane flew over my car
and did something to the battery. If it was the flood, why did it
work after it dried out, all so well, for a solid fucking six days?
Many don't buy my shit and that is the Tom Cruise Fighter Jet
Syndrome or the TCFJS as I call it for fucking cunt eating short,
good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know this all is real, as ever since
August 15, 1986, many times while
with the late DAVID CHARLES ROTH,
IN VEHICLES, HIS OR MINE, USUALLY MINE; a magical milituforce
plane air ship vessel
(UFO) by definition, I am clueless to who in this evil nation is
doing this to me and why, hence the perfectly used and labeled term
of Unidentified Flying Object, or (UFO) for short, but one would fly
directly over us and when we went to start our cars, nothing, THEY
WERE DEAD AS BLACK FUCKING TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then
10-20 minutes later, the same vessel would fly over us again, and the
vehicle started up all by itself or in some cases, when we tried to
start them again. The one fucking cock sucking night in particular
that I will never forget if I live as the current-me for 8520 more
years, is at an ice cream place at a New Jersey circle in the area of
Red Lion, New Jersey, a place called, ''SUBS
AND SWIRLS'',
that sold ice cream sundaes and cones, and many other snacks, at a
large stand. This one particular night was so horrendous, that
LIGHTNING began to follow us, protecting me as best she could, and
then she followed us in reverse, first down to Long Beach Island and
then back home, something storms never or very rarely did in that
area. Let me tell you how this all fits into this past incident here
today and yesterday.
I
drove to the local auto repair place, and I needed some windshield
wiper blades and one quart of oil anyway, so I stopped it and had the
battery examined. It was charged up, and all kinds of very weird
readings came onto the testing meters and various equipment that the
mechanics came out and used. After the charge, the mechanics there at
this place told me that it was a test for both the battery and the
connections to it, and the readings were like something they had
never ever seen before in all their time working with testing
equipment. THIS
IS FUCKING UFO SHIT, PROFESSOR KAKU, SIR,
and I've been forced now to endure this fucking cunt shit, all of my
life, but especially, AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, when SOMETHING started
all of this, something that I won't ever live long enough to really
understand, NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS CREEPING ON!
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KEEP
IT SLOW AND STEADY
STATS
FROM GOOGLE, 01/24/14, 5AM.
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OH
SHIT
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2014
DATE-----TOTAL BOTBARS-----TOTAL DAYS-----MPB
JANUARY
01----------00------------------------------01-------------00
JANUARY
02----------01------------------------------02-------------50
JANUARY
03----------02------------------------------03-------------67
JANUARY
04----------03------------------------------04-------------80
JANUARY
05----------03------------------------------05-------------60
JANUARY
06----------04------------------------------06-------------67
JANUARY
07----------05------------------------------07-------------71
JANUARY
08----------05------------------------------08-------------63
JANUARY
09----------06------------------------------09-------------67
JANUARY
10----------07------------------------------10-------------70
JANUARY
11----------08------------------------------11-------------73
JANUARY
12----------08------------------------------12-------------67
JANUARY
13----------08------------------------------13-------------62
JANUARY
14----------08------------------------------14-------------57
JANUARY
15----------09------------------------------15-------------60
JANUARY
16----------09------------------------------16-------------56
JANUARY
17----------09------------------------------17-------------53
JANUARY
18----------09------------------------------18-------------50
JANUARY
19----------09------------------------------19-------------47
JANUARY
20----------09------------------------------20-------------45
JANUARY
21----------10------------------------------21-------------48
JANUARY
22----------11------------------------------22-------------50
JANUARY
23----------12------------------------------23-------------52
THINGS
HAVE NOT BEEN THIS CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING HORRIBLE SINCE THE
LATE EIGHTIES AND INTO THE CUNT SUCKING NONETEEN
NINETIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gawky Gaukauk gave me some
information earlier during this horrendous monstrous fucking BOTBAR X
3 DAY. MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW,
and now for some human communication with my GAGA KITTY!!!!!! Before
I get into this, I did three LUCK TESTS as soon as I came in from my
HELL-ERRANDS and DEATH PERSECUTION from this
evil demonic and satanic WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here are the three scores I received: (-4)
(+1) (-9).
IF I NEED TO KEEP SAYING THAT SHIT IS REAL REAL MOTHER FUCKING BAD,
THEN I AMBLOGGING TO BOTH MYSELF, AS WELL AS TOTAL
MOTHER FUCKINGMORONS, S-Q-U-A-R-E-D!!!!!! GAGA
KITTY CAT, WHY DID I HAVE THIS MONSTER ASS FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR TIMES
3 DAY ON 23 JANUARY, 2014 WITH SO MUCH DEATH-SIEGE FROM THE WOMO?
PCN-752 was the answer given to me by GAGA. The match-list items are
as follows:
RICK
EID, MONSTER, OCTOBER THIRTY ONE, BLU RAIN, WORLD TRADE CENTER, I AM
HERE, AMERICA, SAINT LUCIE
COUNTY.............................................. YIP,
Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice
Gallagher's, before she married my mother's Aunt Maud Huntington
Benjamin's cousin, Herbert Huntington's son, Arthur, from Braintree,
Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
reason things were so fucking horrible, was numerous things that my
cunt eating enemies don't like happening with me, all happened. Very
vivid lucid dreams about music, another tax dollar wasting NASA space
shot went up on Thursday, my letting out so many secrets on these
blogs, and my not trusting and obeying, the Almighty Teen-Queen,
Goddess SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KRASLE, AKA ISISCYLLA.
They also don't like me going over to a certain store to try and see
an old coworker from my Harvest days, Sandra. They also don't like my
purchasing certain things at the local fucking Radio
Shack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Put all this shit together, and yes, there is
even more; and you begin to get a reason, at least in their sick and
twisted fucking minds and spirits, for all my death siege and hell
for 72 straight fucking cunt hours now, ever since that major attack
on my physical health, and my early morning monstrous and horrific
diareah. I will never be able to figure out exactly what causes these
sieges t pop up out of the fuckin g cosmic woodwork along with Harry
Potter, but I do know the odds improve by saying it is a result of
many things all combined, that the 'fawces of Mister Hall' do not
like happening around me, that causes this inhuman deplorable fucking
shit, squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They hate losing on their market for
days and days also, but are too stupid to realize the wealthies are
all organized, and take profits along the way of all bull rallies
that last for a decade or so, and this is all no different. One day,
boom, as if the correction never even happened, wet or dry; BOOM, the
Dow gains 800-1400 points in just a few weeks time. I have been
watching this fucking shit since 1986, so don't tell me I cannot call
markets, or I will vomit right into your
lungs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I am almost finished the chart that I told about, that will begin on
2013 New Years Day and run through 27 August in 2013, and then its
twin chart that will run from 28 August in 2013 up through the very
present time. A totally new magnetic struck me on this date, just as
it also did, 27 Augusts prior to that; on the fifteenth. I have an
important dude at a local area well renown college, interested in my
graphing my life on charts, and how magnetic percentages not only are
real, and they work, but one is then able to do what I call,
''advance-chance calculations''. I'll be way more accurate and
specific when I am finished, and I will post up the entire nasty
mother fucking nightmare mess, at that time, head-gamers, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob
McDowell old pal, now FCC Chairman, I need your help,kind sir. The
enemy is fucking with my video shit again, big time. I cannot work my
remote controls as long as they send in interruption signals on
powerful fucking closed frequencies. This shit has been bad for the
past two days of this fucking cunt eating three day death assault on
me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
notice was on my door ten days ago, saying an inspection of my unit
would be conducted between Thursday last week and Thursday this week,
or up through yesterday. No one ever showed up. Hay, ask me if I give
a shit, they always fail you for shit here and shit there, and then
you work like a cunt lapping bandit to fix what they say needs
fixing, or out you go.
I
need to crash away from this fucking sin cursed reptilian run world
of Subterrania. So I will post now, and say a lot more shit later on.
I am dead on my feet at ten past five. Blogs to soon follow are going
t mother fucking blow your minds, peeps, if you are really there and
care, which I doubt. It's all just a big trick IMHO. So before I fall
on my head again, Mommy Dearest Roachfood; nighty-night and BYE-BYE,
CALL-10 Callio, and YIP to the 'orange boxers' showing the Chicago
are. They can make the caller ID box read the planet fucking Mars if
they so choose to do.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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