TAPE 25,740

ALL WAS QUIET UNTIL SHORTLY PAST TEN THIS EVENING. SUDDENLY OUT OF NOWHERE, IN CAME THAT MOTHER FUCKING DOOR SLAMMING NEIGHBOR OF MINE, AND THE DOOR HAS BEEN ONE SLAM AFTER ANOTHER SINCE. I TOTALLY KNOW THIS IS NOT RANDOM, AND I TOTALLY KNOW THERE IS SOME DISEASED SICK SHIT THAT IS ALL BEHIND ALL OF THIS.

MARCH 14, 2014,

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 10:46,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 59 DEGREES FNHT.

Things are not happening randomly helter skelter, and I have known this for decades and fucking cunt decades, ladies and gentlemen. First off, my local bank will not have a small safety box available for two months, so I need to keep blogging for now and have my name on the waiting list. I can't afford a big monthly fee for a big safety box that will never have more than a few dozen or so CD's in it. My mouse and computer are under attack, and the hacking has been bad lately, and it worsened after MICROSUCKS hit me with some long 7-part fucking update shit the other day. This is a royal mother fucking pain in the ass, this updates fucking bullshit. EXPLORATRONS are behind a lot of things, actually, if you think long and hard on it, this is the entire mother fucking reality, and I was first man at the gate to tell officially, all of this bullshit hell to the word in an open forum such as a blog on the fucking internet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My cough has been better all week and so have the slamming doors, but it has all started up again. How I'll always remember Mister Wisdom Ron Wirtz, ADA at the Camden New Jersey Prosecutor's Office, when he said to me that if you know the tricks, all the shit around me would lose its magic, this is a paraphrase, not a quote, good folks.

Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind the OZ CURTAIN loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The really great formula in this multiverse is kept on the QTDL by Powerful Scott Ransom People, AKA (PSRP). MILITUFORCE=jerk off PIGS! Put that on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!

Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton, seem to be one of several major things that occurred in late 82 and early into 83 that forever altered my nightmare fucking life. The mighty airplane flying Everett Simpson of New Jersey and his great Warwick Auto Sales, and shit that was all interconnected with these three peeps, I have always known is not a nothing subject, and just because I cannot put my fucking finger directly on something, I do believe in LIFE-POINTS. Places in all of our lives where major changes happen, and this not being some random deal. I am not a degreed psychiatrist and cannot give legal expert testimony about this, but I will say based on my life and in my very humble fucking opinion; my life points are many and major. When Jim Burr told me something was really there and against me, totally invisible that he and his Christians call by the name of Satan, totally was a game changer back in the very ending of the year 1973. there are ten other life points, but this, no matter how I may have incorrectly focused on this before; is the original sin, Irene Trump and Georgio Moroder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for sampled copies of shit after this, well, it is like that stupid fucking asshole Viagra commercial on television. Get 5 people blowing their fucking snotty nose loud into KFP and its mikes, and let me pitch it to those stupid notes on the TV ad spot, and this is what it sounds like, I am sure this is what was done in the commercial. Total disease on steroids.

Mister Redfield, you are getting onto the real deal, YO!

Not even two years after I met these creepy weird people, it was spring time somewhere in 1984, and Trump was going to open his casino called the PLAZA, his very first one, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Why I could not tell you in a million years, but I wanted to go down on opening day, and began to drive from my residence to the casino in Atlantic City. First off, you have to bear in mind that he had not yet started fucking with me day and night for years. Looking back, I say to myself, gee, but back in time, I thought it would be cool to go on opening day and play with fake chips. Today, I wouldn't walk into one of his fucking establishments if you gave me a contract notarize witnessed by the governor, that promised me an entire free year at the whorehouse. Time and life are very funny, especially when clueless to such things as SPACE-TIME-MIND, EXPLORATRONICS, and MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have an appointment next week to have my eyes looked at, it is over do anyway, nearly 2 years since I went for an exam, shortly following that beach robbery back in 2012. Folks, without grinding up any gear shifts, all I wanna' say is this. There are no cameras or bugs in my apartment or car. But there may as well be. There may not be anything in the tangible world doing the things that I make claim to, yet they may as well be there in a very organized way. I learned this lesson over many years of playing roulette in Atlantic City. Long before I grabbed books and read the details about the quantum world, all the shit in the books had already been happening to me all of my life, and the books merely confirmed that I was not a mother fucking total nut case. When I tell you, that if you electronically record music, that comes to you in DREAMS; and then allow it to dub from deck to deck, in one part of a room; or play a repeat,, on a computer windows media player system in a looping play-list; and then your clocks will run differently, placed near these sources over a 24 hour period, as opposed to other clocks, that are placed in areas of the residence not near where this is being done; I do not expect you to believe this is true. But what I can prove to the universe any time, is that nobody anywhere wants to try and disprove my powerful secrets, and this is BLUEBOOK in FULL FORCE ACTION. You think you have free will, but this blog not catching on and going viral, is only because it is being SANCTIONED, in ways so powerful and so fucking cunt secretive, that I dare not go on speaking if I wish to keep fucking cunt lapping breathing tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need all the help you can give me, old friend Bobby McD!

Mack Kaiter at Camp Chesapeake, washed my mouth out with soap for using lots of profanity, back in the summers of 1967 and 1968, in middle July. If he were here, he would need a huge bar for my brain. I was under a neighborhood siege that lasted about a half hour. Do you really think I am so dumb, Lilliputian Lilly Wormhole??????????????????????

THEN THERE WAS THE OPPOSITE END OF THE COOLEY HALL, OUT THE DOOR AND UP HOPKINS LANE JUST A LITTLE BIT. And it is all still there, in one form or another, whether parking lots or hotels are taking up the space, John and Photeous, I told you when my life ended, with or without smith and his blackboards, and his areas, in or out of Haddonfield or Atlantic City. Jeese Louise, Shannon and Fonty Hardfoot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!

(IN YOUR DREAMS, ASSHOLE). STILL, WHY THE DREAMS???

YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY AND REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!

JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE 25,740

TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are people who are dreaming.

ME, I AM FUCKING NIGHTMARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I meant to say TYPE-3, not TYPE 2 exploratrons, in my previous blog, asshole mother fucking me.

Oh my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 51 months, since my last few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton, New Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso's rental home!!!!!! SHEEEEIT.

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.

THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!

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