EQUIVALENT
JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE #25,703
FEBRUARY
13, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 12:59,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 62 DEGREES FNHT.
Thank
you my lovely Diana, for bringing me an afternoon and
evening of pure blissful delight, with your ultra absolutely
breathtaking, and scrumptious ravishing lightening; my awesome
baby-blond! Your colors and displays in the skies all around me,
knocked my socks off, times ten septillion. I know you hear me
electronically through my just typing this message to you right now;
my endless unfathomable love!!!!!!!!!!!
The
eleventh of February was a nasty ass botbar day, but the twelfth is
closed officially as I write this document and life journal or do
cassette tape journal number 25, 703, leaving me with a day non
botbar following that severe and horrific nasty botbar day, and why
not, day number 11, and botbar and 11 are quite synonymous. When I
began in late July somewhere, back in 1982, doing what I called, my
life charts, and rating days, their were four ratings that half of
them altered a lot and half did not. Those two that changed radically
day by day and month by month, were called GENERAL LIFE and MOODS AND
ATTITUDES. Rating all parameters from lowest rating of number 1,
through highest rating of number 5, meant that when both of these
last two parameters were bottom of the barrel, or one-one, notice I
hate even writing the number eleven or higher numbers that contain
all freaking ass ones, but yes, this officially means, at least to
freaking me, BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what led the powerful
broadcaster, Mister Ted Turner, to along with his nasty wife, Jane
Fonda, pull that monster ass stunt on me at the ball-bark that night
in 1993 when the Philadelphia Phillies were playing their Atlanta
Braves, as one of their HOME GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
here is the situation Inspector Louigee Kent Super Henderson, and for
the record, on the record, and by the record, as I used to say from
the early eighties through the middle late nineties onto the life
journal on cassette tape, and later also on tape as the extended non
internet New Testament of Morianity, or the Morianity Bible.
The
reason we remain a TYPE-O-Civilization on that scale of theirs, in
the scientific community, is simple on the face of it, and that is
where it stops being simple, as science refuses to skip steps while
trying their experiments, which inhibits them major, and retards
their growth at alarming geometric rating scales. They refuse to
communicate directly with the subatomic particle most intelligent and
most responsible for the entire creation of all of cosmos and our
human interactiveness with it, the ELECTRON. No, she will not respond
to a letter-number transposition, and this is why those who have
tried all sorts of similar things that I did back in 1983, continued
this research in any way. The very concept was abandoned. But she is
highly intelligent, wants to communicate directly, but does not live
in our ''large or bigger than the atom size'' reality. Being less
than one atom, as one electron, she never sees our reality our way,
and this needs to be adjusted for, in order to communicate with the
true ''alien intelligence'' that so many are and have been searching
for, for so long, out there light years away into the great expansion
all around this world, called deep outer space and cosmos. In a
nutshell, electrons need to be taught to manipulate a random number
generating machine, where series of digits has larger meanings than
single letters, or entire sentences or concepts. I have never tried
photos in the new digital age, but if the quantum people want to
advance this world of ours to a Type One Civilization within our
lifetimes, I would be willing to bet that applying a series of lab
experimentation using this, would indeed bring us to or dam near this
point on the scale. The reason I bring this up is the old saying that
a picture is worth a thousand words, and this is more than true, and
with our new word of digital everything, the random number generation
would fit into this, and this is not an invention of me alone, as
already, this is done, and the few who know what I am speaking about
here, do indeed know, it is electrical photography, but it needs to
become a human connected to electron interaction, and go beyond what
they now are doing. I would have tried all this myself, but those who
refuse to believe what I say next, simply are incorrigible and will
not relent on the issue, but I know it is totally true, and that is
the Huntington Curse is preventing me from doing this and many more
things that I have desired to do for many any mother fucking years. I
am lucky to survive and remain three percent sane and not living
under a local bridge. Only I know why this curse is here, and have
made it no secret. I told the entire fucking world that this is a
huge game of the gods, and this is done as a necessary distraction,
keeping their focus out of eternal hell, or being aware that there
existence is endless, since we are simply existing entities in a
timeless void, all of us, and the condition of immortality is not a
gift of the gods, but a curse to anyone who knows, and understands,
certain knowledge; or has eaten fruits from one of the trees in Eden,
symbolically! How did you say that in 2006, Hyundai Corporation;
DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH?
The
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier, or DHKB, is a very powerful
unpleasant truth, to many folks. The only way it can be circumvented
in even the smallest way, is when we as a civilization, develop
direct communication with the female part of energy, the electron.
Humankind has a lot of personal hangups and traditions, and in recent
times of say 3,000 or more years, in most locations on this globe,
male dominance was absolute, with females subservient, but when
things all began, it was as it is with just about all things in this
material life, totally inverted. Naturally once things turned into
this present curved direction, the original truth of the COSMOS, as
MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON 333, inverted to what else, but
FATHER/SON/HOLY SPIRIT? Give me a brake, Margie Leo and Kit Kat, in
or not in late 1985!!! Hay , she was just a year too late, back at
Woodbury Heights, right Samantha Codes Joe, yeah, Staples has that,
and I got your message. You know, maybe it is me; maybe I need to
come down off this high horse and learn to play the games. After-all,
if it is good enough for the gods to figure out that it is the only
distraction from hell that really works in the long run; then who is
arrogant
mortal Mark Wayne Mohr,
to argue? I just can't understand it all yet, but I'll make you all a
deal and give it a chance; and I'll
give it the old college try,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, Elder Hair of the
great Utah Mormon Church, as one who knew your wonderful
angel/android Moroni, personally in two lifetimes; permit me to now
utter these simple related Gozzwald words of wisdom, besides letting
it be and beatle, and those would simply be; ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, AND NOW, SO TOO, I
NEED MINE!!! Really,
what else after this, can be said; Twin Dowd Goldsmith Twilight Zone;
other than perhaps that I
am madly in love with my wonderful moon???????????
WOW,
RHM, let me go here now for a quick seck.
MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660.
MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-660 ARE AS FOLLOWS, DEAR DIARY FROM
1983 ADEG, BUT NOT ET, © OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!
FREDERICK
HINGER, DREAMS, POLICE, BERLIN, WEALTH, ESTELLE ANDERSON, MY ENEMIES
WERE SCARED THAT I.
As
that gorgeous young Jamaican girl from my daughter's OH-MAROLA-9
movie said it so perfectly, ''Let's explore
this''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wanted to know from the great GAWNUM, why the markets were racing
back up, and I never bothered to explain details as I used to do on
much earlier journal cassette tapes, now lost to either the fibbies
or the gods only know who. Remember my question the other day, when I
asked,
WHY IS THE STOCK MARKET FLYING ON A SUPER
RALLY
FOR OVER A WEEK AFTER A NICE DROP??????????????????????
Well,
explorers, exploratrons, and lovely Jamaican girls all alike; shall
we examine this indeed, with the accuracy and perfection of the
combination, if fathomable, of Bruce Pennock, and his biggest fan,
Mariah Carey. Hay if I am wrong, I'll suck this all up!!!!!!!
1)FREDERICK
HINGER, 2)DREAMS, 3)POLICE, 4)BERLIN, 5)WEALTH, 6)ESTELLE ANDERSON,
7)MY ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I.
Now
that we have these 7 items from the matchbook for PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBER-660, numbered from 1-7, it is time to set sail for Jamaica,
and get into this a bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
None
of you have a tiny clue about STM, and if I even started to go here,
the entire world, if they COULD fathom any of it, would go nuts and
crack up like an ancient fragile thin large glass vase, smashing a
hard kitchen floor from a four foot high cabinet shelf. Man I can
hear the sound inside my fucked up head, at C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!
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JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,703 will now continue on by exploring
these numbers, in Gawky's answer to me. Let us explore number 5, my
very favorite reason for obvious life charted reasons from
1982-1997!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Number 5 is WEALTH. Well,
Mikey was standing to inherit a nice hunk of loot from a relative who
passed from this veil of dreamy tears and onions, Detective Stabler;
but learned right around the time that the DOW swung back up after
bottoming out somewhere in the fifteen threes or fours, that this
woman, Misses Upchurch had left her entire fortune, which was quite
massive, to the Salvation Army. Well, I love giving to a good cause
myself, but that kibosh'd the hell of Mikey and me doing the GAWNUM,
and another shot at me making it, in this life, in this fucking cunt
eating lifetime, BLOWN
TO HOT ASS HELL, CUBED AT LOTTERY CUBAN DAD ATLANTIC CITY
HOOKERVILLE,
not far from the Callio Water Company that is AKA the ACMUA, as well
as a nice view down the way and out of the rear bedroom window,
straight to my wonderful awesome distant phase four cousin Donald's
hotel, the great Trump non KRASSLE CASSLE MARINA, and if anyone can
buy into these wild super ass coincidences, then I say unto you, mahm
and sir, GODDESS BLESS YOU 4 SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There went the PCN-660
Upchurch Estate or the (WEALTH).
When I am done, anyone that does not believe in the GAWNUM, is either
quintessentially stupid beyond hope or repair, or intentionally
incorrigible with attitude and hatred!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
number 7 is real fucking childsplay. ''MY
ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I''----------was
going to make it, and the HUNTINGTON CURSE SAYS THAT I AM NOT ALLOWED
TO FUCKING CUNT MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD, NOT EVER; NOT
IN ANY TINY WAY;
and you all know what happened to me when for the first mother
fucking time ever, in 1986, in roulette in Atlantic City, I started
to make it; and POW, my life as I knew it, WAS FOREVER OVER,
California Dude of Eternal Physical Hellish Trolley Car
Youth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll give you a day
at the Huntington Beach, shit, I'll tie your arms and legs. Dig a
hole, shove you in, cover you up, and shine a fucking Microsucks
light-bulb in your ass when they find your fucking skeleton, whoever
pulled all this off over the last million cunt eating fucking years,
YO! But how did one second go from cranberry's to blueberry's, up
here in 2014, fuck 1986, that's ancient cunt sucking history,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this salvation army shit is
what it is, ISIS KING;
then why did an attorney originally contact Mike Patterson and his
brother Joe, to begin with back around last summer time? Does anyone
else see the Incollingo Grocery Store of Egg Harbor, New Jersey in
all of this, with the vanilla and chocolate BLUCRAN
STM alteration cupcakes,
or Professor Kaku, sir, are we really the only two poor pathetic
butt-wipes who have to live inside this cage within a cage, in
eternal HELL, my great New York City friend?????????? You know the
laughs just keep chasing me endlessly up a flight of stairs too,
Professor, and you know why, I know you know why, as you are a highly
intelligent dude, Professor. Who got me those transdimensional
clothes that hang in a little closet space area right next to where
my bed is here in this studio apartment? BINGO, you remember the
blogs I wrote late in 2012's September, with the clothes and playing
a game of SSJKK in Atlantic City, and ending up with her singing a
new song to me, one that I just remembered tonight during th
beautiful electrical storm. It was called, ''YOU'LL BE CROSSING
OVER'', only she was not doing a harmony part, nor was this some
techno-pop production. WHY ME, PROFESSOR KAKU, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Why
is this powerful awesome goddess driving me nuttier than 1000 miss
AT&T Blake's all put together, oh great sir??????????????????????
Now we could explore onward more, into #2-DREAMS, or even #6-Estelle
Anderson, and yes, I misspelled it leaving out an 'L', but I didn't
leave out an 'N', but then, do you want to say it or should I finish
this, Lenny Briscoe? If I continue on with this journal tape 25,703,
I am going to end up so angry, the entire computer will be hurled
right through the fucking window and I will be with the POLICE, yes,
number 3. So let me shut up right now, Shorty MacInvondi, and Steve
Moroni, and Robert McGuire, and my pal, President John Fitzgerald
Kennedy, as the Twilight Zone is calling my name, YO, and we don't
need more late April twenty-eleven twisters, do we, Music Daddy
Copyright Examiners of the early nineteen-eighties??????????????? Oh
yes, I remember the entire thing, you EXPLORATRON from the other day,
the first and third songs on the most recent copyrighted tape, as you
said and to quote you. Well, guess what, I have shit up my sleeve
too, YO, and it is not gonna' be too pretty!
Laugh
on now 'Doctor' James Garrigan, or wasn't it 'Mister' back then in
1968, YO?
Less
than 10 accidents-----\/
10
accidents----------------------\/
15
accidents----------------------\/
20
accidents----------------------\/
more
than 20---------------------\/
Take
the AT&T PLEDGE, no texting or journal recording, while behind
the wheel, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
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