Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. Even if
you have this world by the fucking thrill sack, the preponderance of
negative potential, whether Mizz wonderful Twinbay wishes to hear
this message or naut, Miss AT&T Blake from 1983; will always
prevail. Just because you might have thirty billion USD and a
wonderful family today, tomorrow, a disaster can wipe out an entire
family leaving one to grieve and morn and hurt like triple shit.
Fortunes can always be lost in all of so many potential ways, and on
and on I can go. Your health may be fantastic, but someone you love
can be diagnosed with a debilitating and agonizing disease that will
render upon them a horrendous slow death sentence, right in front of
your eyes, no matter if you can bench press a mack truck or not. Life
by nature, is bent to the negative, and from the second we are born,
we are dying. So those who make such a god out of this life as we
seem to see it around us, are fools. Likewise, those who sweat and
live in fear of the fate awaiting all flesh, cheat themselves even
more, out of the few grass withering seconds that they do have. It
seems an almost impossibility to ever remain for too long, on any
wheel of happiness and contentment, and no one lives past 120, nor
are they even really alive after 95, don't let one of them really kid
you, it's a con like someone stealing your identity is. Now this is
truth. This is not glass half empty talk, this is pure simple
reality.
As
for my life, it is only different from most of yours, because of the
same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess,
EXPLORATRONICS. The best kept secret in the world in endless
multiples of parallel universes, until in each of them, should they
survive long enough; folks eventually unravel what is and has been in
front of their faces from the time life crawls out of the seas in
each and every one of them. Two things happen that bring this major
change into each one of these atomic reality existences. First, one
person such as myself has to follow all of those who came before him
that were known past prophets, yet those folks did not seem to have
any reference to the stuff happening now in these times after 2010 or
so rolled around. Many are taking pot shot guesses, and each accuse
the others of taking pot shot guesses, but the difference is one
element. This being, I can prove what I know is all real and true,
and secondly, the REAL BRICK BLUEBOOK WALL endlessly stops me, and my
first encounter with that wall was when I tried to get the one and
only great AT&T peeps in 1983, to help me with my telephone woes,
and nothing could ever be done, 'or would'. Now the second thing
that changes forever, each parallel universe, bringing it into the
knowledge of the exploratron-reality, called by any Shakespearean
name that anyone chooses to eventually label what Morianity preaches;
is when enough of the power control owners of each of these
realities, decide it is better for everyone to know about this
incredible truth, as opposed to remaining in the darkness. This is no
different than fire being eventually used and 'discovered' also, in
each of these reality parallels long back in their histories. I could
pop off and say some really powerful shit, but I am in a very weak
position where it would not be one bit healthy for me to do so.
It
is very unpleasantly hot in town today, 82 degrees for most of the
afternoon, leaving the seventies behind as soon as morning closed
out. Oh well, this is nothing, summer is not even close, and spring
is still a few days away. Now my friends up north want it to get
hotter, and I can feel for them. I wish I could truck all of our heat
up to them, but if I could, all of my fellow Floridians would run me
out of here on a rail, with a big sign on my head reading, “Your
answers are in Carlisle, YO”.
MARCH
16, 2014,
SUNDAY
EVENING AT 6:00
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQIVALENT NUMBER 25,742.
AT
LEAST IT WAS COOL.
Yes,
my blog is on life support, and well under the 2000 monthly page-hit
level. I have tried it all, nothing seems to help me generate any
interest in my powerful globe altering potential truths!
Now
I was going to tell you the story of last year's QUEER-EEE-CROW
television commercial, and how it connected the major hell
persecution that began around me in August of 1986, just as in this
time 27 years later almost to the day, but things got side tracked.
One
of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A
tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and
wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have
enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. NOW
THIS HACK STOPPED ME FROM TELLING THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just imagine
good folks, what the entire world would be like, if invisible fucking
bogeymen were not hacking all of us continually I merely am onto life
and exploratronics, and by being onto this at this stage in
humanity's development, this entire universe is now in a major
quantum flux. This is what is producing the illusion that I in and of
myself, am the center of the universe, thus the stock market going
one way and me going the other way. Ron Wirtz the ADA said it all.
When you come to know how the tricks are all being done, the magical
chill vanishes away!!!!!!!!!!! Do
any of my words make any sense to anyone? As the quantum flux moves
eventually out of flux and into an eventuality; more and more will
take these same words on this blog, and SUDDENLY, AS IF BY PURE
MAGIC, say wow, dam, this makes fucking sense, I wonder why I wasn't
getting this yesterday? Well, you and all around you were in a state
of quantum flux on a super high level. LIKE
DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
there are some out here who are on the fence about me and about
Morianity. Only the larger move in the quantum flux, will determine
your side of fall or eventuality; you just think THAT YOU ARE
DECIDING SOMETHING, yes, even you, great SSJKK in new form!
Here
comes the fucking cunt MOUSE-HACKING, Bob McDowell, at 6:28 PM, old
buddy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME BOB MCDOWELL, THESE CUNT LAPPING JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER TWATS ARE
HACKING MY COMPUTER, AND WERE ON MY INTERNET, AND THE LOCAL PEEDEE
TELLS ME IT IS ONLY ILLEGAL ONCE MY COMPUTER IS PROVEN TO BE RUINED
AND WRECKED BEYOND REPAIR BY THESE FUCKING ILLEGAL HACKERS SCUM
SUCKING DIRT BAGS. MANY STRANGE ELECTRICAL EVENTS ARE GOING ON, AND
PROPERTY BULLSHIT IN GENERAL, AS WELL. AS YOU KNOW MY FRIEND FROM
1972, THE MOTHER FUCVKING FBI WOULD RATHER GO TO THE GYM IN THEIR
BUILDINGS AND WORK OUT AND KEEP MY HELLISH PROBLEMS PERMANENTLY
AFFIXED TO THEIR BACK BURNERS, AS WAS TOLD TO ME IN 1988 BY THEIR
CHERRY HILL OFFICE, JUST NOT IN THOSE EXACT WORDS, BUT ME BEING ON
THE BACK BURNER WAS PART OF THEIR QUOTED DIATRIBE TO ME ON THAT DAY
WHEN MY LEGAL RESIDENCE WAS CENTRAL AVENUE IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY.
NATURALLY, THE US COPYRIGHT OFFICE AS WELL AS INTERNAL REVENUE, WOULD
HAVE MY STREET NUMBER ADDRESS, THIS HAS BEEN MIND HACKED AWAY FROM
ME, FOR SOME REASON, I AM YET ABLE TO PERCEIVE. SPEAKING OF THIS,
FALSE ADVERTISING ON TELEVISION BY PROGRAMMING SHOULD BE ILLEGAL, I
KNOW THAT IT USED TO BE. IF IT SAYS LAW AND ORDER IS ON FROM 6-2
TODAY, THEN IT SHOULD BE. I WOKE UP AT JUST PAST 6 AND WATCHED ONE
SHOW AND THEN THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES PUT ON THAT GARBAGE SHOW,
''PERCEPTION'' THAT I DO NOT WATCH. I ONLY WATCH THE GREATEST LAW
SHOW IN THE HISTORY OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING PLANET, LAW & ORDER.
YESTERDAY, HORRENDOUS LOUD SOUND CAME FROM HOLLERING JERK OFFS WHO
WERE MVING HEAVY SHIT ACROSS THE FLOOR IN SOME APARTMENT ACROSS FROM
ME. IT WAS QUITE HELLISH, YOU WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE HERE, BUT IT ALL
SEEMED TO START UP AGAIN RIGHT AFTER THE L&O-SVU STRING OF SHOWS,
ENDED BACK ON FRIDAY NIGHT AT TEN. WITHIN A COUPLE MINUTES, IT WAS
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, REAL REAL FUCKING LOUD. IF I DID NOT KNOW BETTER,
NIGHT TRAIL DAYLIGHT AFTER DARKNESS, I WOULD THINK SOMEONE IS TRYING
TO SEND ME SOME SICK TWISTED DISEASED FUCKING CUNT MESSAGE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Common sense that thinking this makes you a
paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur, so I won't believe
these things until someone can prove to me this is all real and
happening. I try to stay a normal human being, Bruce Allen Fucking
Pennock, my other old early-seventies pal from Wormhole Cooley Hall,
next to the livery, on on the same property of the Bancroft Neural
Health System, now defunct, as is the Turnersville Pathmark, and so
many other great CROSSED OVER AND CROSSED OFF HISTORY MARKERS.
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!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Oh
by gash by golly, transdimensional Holly, and all computer classes of
Florida, wow was that quite an experience almost 3 years back in
mother fucking time, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARCH
16, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 7:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 60 DEGREES FNHT.
WHAAA---WHAAA-WHAAA---WHAAA
I
can honestly proclaim that 2014 has been a year like no other that I
can clearly recall. Time does funny things to memory, but I also
know, so can powerful members of the ESS, AKA by me as the
MILITUFORCE. In any event, you are reading JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER EQUIVALENT 25,742. Things
are not happening randomly helter skelter, and I have known this for
decades and decades; ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!
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 monstrous hell to the world,
in an open forum; such as a life-blog, on the internet!
As
always, lovely Diana, your moon was with me all night long, shining
down and loving me, awesome goddess. IWALU so, and need not speak to
Anna at the Medical Institute to know my wonderful daughter and her
friends, enjoys reading my blogs, or did until recently. This may be
why the 70% drop occurred, when I said some stuff that made her mad,
or did that song I wrote in 1983, and techno-popping in that harmony
vocal track. Sorry, I love being a sound guy.
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and the (behind the OZ
CURTAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Oh well”, Dad and Sammy
Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Ouch Rosie girl, let me escape to
Krassleville at the bottom of those long cement stairs leading down
behind and under the City Municipal Building into that small little
miniature lake for very tiny peeps; Sherry-Lee. Then we can start to
look for some Christmas trees to put nearby the Lilly's Lilliputian
Livery, me maitees. I don't know about any crocodile's but I feel
like a “DONE-DEAL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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!!!!! Yes
folks, kept on the quiet-down-low, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, stop calling me
and tell Uwich I could care less about anyone in this world after
what I have been put through, sisters!!!!!!!!!!
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.
From
the second these peeps and I began interacting, my life really
altered fast. Not just because I went from 1802 Robin Hill, to Atco,
New Jersey at 134 Norris Avenue; but because things had become
obvious to anyone with the 'perception' of a turd chewing little
baby, I was being carefully watched and every movement totally
scrutinized, by “someone, or something”; Kraptain Lurk. I could
feel it without having any skin on my bones. This all began with me
cutting off all television and radio, for the most part. I also shut
off the Privecode machine and told all callers to call me twice and
let the phone ring twice, and then call back a third time, and if I
am home, I will pick up. Before I knew it, I was very ill with a
mysterious idiopathic medical condition, that to this very day almost
31 full years in the future, is with me still, no change, not one bit
better or worse, with only one medication that keeps me alive and
going. My enemies know this and have tried over and over to cut me
off this only lifeline to separate me from a tortured slow lingering
agonized death, much like that of my mother's. Some have suggested it
was all because of this machine from the International
Mobile Machines Corporation.
If this is so, they owe me so many millions of dollars for what they
put me through, I would be able to spend a lifetime trying to count
individual dollars. My hair tends to stand up on edge, when peeps are
abruptly and forcefully, called to our national's capitol. This is
exactly what happened to the entire owners of this outfit in late
1984 or the start of 1985 somewhere, when I had an appointment to go
over and talk to them, while residing in Cinnaminson, at 1406
Highland Avenue, Mister McLeod, sir. Let me break now, and run over
for a few donuts and some hot chock.
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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! Maybe it is time for me
to leave a quick message for you when you go to Walmart in that cool
disguise I saw you wearing that day at the Plaza, 25 years after I
tried to get there and ended up at Jerry's Gas Station, instead, WOW,
is life wonderful or what, folks????????????????????
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done.
You
got me JANE WORE MONSTER-SLAPPER WITCH-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! Let me
compensate for your diseased 1993 attack on me at the Atlanta,
Georgia fucking ball-park!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOW
I DETEST YOUR MISERABLE GUTS!
There
are some things that need to be said. One
by one,
they are going to all get spoken; so know that, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!! I
want this 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,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS JOURNAL TAPE NUMBER 25,737.
Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!!!!!!!!!!
Folks
it is hot and humid today and has been for a couple days. The
humidity is nearly 100 percent most of the night, but drops down to
sixties making it bearable by day. Diana was supposed to possibly
come around and visit me today, and she still may, as it is getting
overcast since right before I started this blog. If I'm a good
little boy, who knows what lightning may do, as she has come all
around me many times since I was a child in this
current-me-lifetime. WEEEEEEEE; and don't call me BX'S!!!
Screw
how many registry errors you found, you stupid ass computer. Don't
bother me, I'm blogging. Well for some time now, things have been
very weird all around me, even weird for me. I'm not talking about
one WEIRD DAY as you've all heard me make mention of, this is
something really weird that's fuckign going on around my residence.
That is all I am safe to say for right now. I think maybe my pal the
sheriff did something,but I am not sure of any of these facts or
theories, so it is best left alone for right now, good folks out
here.
Tomorrow
I will call the Comcast peeps, and if they have not disconnected all
other services except for my television service, then I'll have to
go to the regulators and tell them that they're playing games with a
senior on a fixed income, as this normally gets attention. I cannot
afford all these monster bills, and a price of around double nickels
was agreed upon for a monthly bill. However, this was several days
ago back the day before I mailed them their monster bill from last
month, and my computer modem is still on with the same steady blue
lights. I was thinking it was going to go totally dark, and then I
was going to take it off line and send it along with some other
property of their that I have that should keep my bill lower after
it is returned to them, back to their Vero Beach, Florida, office.
But if I shut it down, I have no way of seeing if those lights are
still on. It is the AT&T modem that is hooked up to my computer,
not theirs.
Oh
the gods, if this is you guys, can't you move on with your lives and
leave me alone, JEESE LOUISE???????????????
You
know what pisses me off more than anything else in this screwed up
world? Peeps think they can do anything they want to do, but don't
anyone else so much as breathe. We all tend to develop this all
mighty self attitude, if we don't constantly keep our self in check.
Even wonder why, good people? Don't anyone write me and say anyone
is immune, as I could care less if you're the fucking POPE!!!!!!!!
Now
it makes me blue, when I don't have you, I'm missing you, I'm
missing you. Every time I think I know, I fall head deep down in the
snow, and it makes me makes me makes me makes me blue. The only
thing different about nearly 31 years ago when I wrote this song and
copyrighted it legally in the US © Office, is the quantum reality
that all the in-between points that separate important events where
they end up as well as they begin, are all 100% exploratronic, and I
know that now, and have known it for some of this quantum fuzziness
in STM, but most definitely, I did not know this back in 1983,
Shirley Lymph Nodes Hockey Singer.
Well
not to rip off my pals, the Beatles, but here comes the sun, so if
anything, it will get a few degrees hotter before it cools down. Oh
well, I never expect good stuff, that sway, I am noever
disappointed. Don't like my attitude, Mizz Twinbay, well, don't hang
around me. You won't see me crying a single tear.
Dear
puke eating diary journal, to quote the old nineteenth century love
sick school girls; what a fucking pain in the dick eating ass life
is when you are holding the 2000 year old family curse. Oh what a
wild and wonderful mother fucking family, us HUNTINGTON clan.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn-Marie King, and DAD!!!!!!!
Still, shall we move on???
All
these prick pounding years and decades, I am seeing events in my
life as either normal, or else some force acting upon them in some
non natural way and called this interference of whatever would have
happened if this had not been messed with; some form of ''influence
and or domination over it'', and this was indeed a half truth, but a
half truth is worth about as much as half a boat, half a car, half a
job, and half a parachute. You could go on with this laundry list of
very smelly and dirty clothes all day if you want to, half a spouse,
half a parent, half a school, half a child, the list is another
Elizabeth Montgomery Agnes Moorehead ''Bewitched'' deal. Some scum
fucking bag hacking exploratron is in my room and inside me, only
with power over stuff around me, as in an energy form, 160 pounds of
energy could control the mass of practically the entire Planet
Earth. This is all why my Exploratron Explanation to everything, is
the only possible answer, and nothing changes about it even if any
son of a bitch in the world chooses to ignore and reject it.
Thanks
for nothing for dropping my link, Roseann Delaney. Go choke on your
coffin. Now computer hacking is fucking cunt starting up, Bob old
FCC pal, McDowell, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 4:33 Post
Meridian.
THE
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
is made up of advanced folks in futures of countless
universes in hyperspace, that for the most part, say
90+% of them, is a totally organized group and
club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, for those who insist on playing
these monstrous detestable games with me, from the LAMBRIGG CULT OF
THE ASTRAL-PLANE, always remember and know, that every bit as real
and true as gravitation, is the law of the breadcrumb-sleuth.
Yes
Mister Simon Chrodochrome, not all photos come out in Atlantic City,
and then, in other cases sir and pal, not all memories come out. One
or the other always does work, so as to obey the lawtronic
regulation of breadcrumb sleuths.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
WALL
STREET'S STOCK MARKET HOLDS NO INTEREST FOR ME AT ALL. I HAVE TOLD
ALL OF YOU WHAT IT DOES, WHERE IT TRULY CAME FROM, WHO USES IT, AND
HOW IT CAN ONLY IN THE END, BENEFIT THE TOP ONE PERCENT OF THE
WEALTHIEST FOLKS. NOW YOU CAN ALL TELL ME TO GO TO HELL, OR SILENTLY
CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN MY WISDOM.
Misses
Marola at the Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey, eleven years
before 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and 1980; went onto do her
planned thing, back in 1969. By making me do that school play, I
learned the power and importance to two things spoken by a
mysterious goddess not of this world, named SARAH, from Atlantic
City's great famous Tennessee Avenue. But it was the third thing not
said in 1969 that has only come clear to me recently in a powerful
''dream''. In this recent 2014 dream, she was speaking to me and
reminding me of our game called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”.
It was back in 1996 on Pearl Harbor Day, December the seventh, when
she originally played this game with me. Now she wanted to explain
how this would lead me to figuring out the importance
to the letters of E-S-S,
as in GOD-ESS, or for that matter, the great ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society). The EXPLORATRONS that visit other parallel
universes in DREAMS, are the GUESTS, Bible Daniel Interpreter. The
letters in the words of GUESS
and GUESTS,
both have the ESS, but the remaining letters are GU in the one word,
and GUT in the other word. Not concerning ourselves with this for
right this minute; we get back to the fact that this game had
nothing to do with the now removed balcony at a vacation resort city
hotel, or Mary Moore in her famous Nick-@-Night green dress
television show episode; from those middle nineties days when all
this was going down in what mortals love to refer to as 'real time';
but rather, the actual exploratrons or GUESTS, and how I need to
begin to alter my cave age dinosaur behavior as the new millennium
soon comes in, so as to be able to begin correctly identifying what
is happening all around me, exploratronically, hence, ''GUESSING THE
NAME OF THE GUESTS. It really isn't rocket science, yet until the
mighty Middie Goddess Herself explained this to me ten days or so
ago in a DREAM; it might as well have been kids in a sandbox trying
to build an antimatter field and discussing intelligently amongst
themselves, the great formula of energy is equal to mass times the
square of the speed of light, AKA E=MC SQ.
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to Nina's daughter and her three friends in 1997 who followed me
down Tennessee Ave. in Atlantic City, all the way to the future
mayor's lifeguard tower.
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I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH,
MY LIGHTNING, LET YOUR WONDERFUL COSMIC CODES SHOW HOW YOU
REVEALED TO ME YOU ARE MIDDIE, AND WORKED WITH ME FOR SO LONG, AND
PUT UP WIOTH ME, TEEN QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes
sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe
such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970, when you went
onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not
necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and
FOREVER, no matter what, the real world evidence, such as those words
that you had written that afternoon on the blackboard; that I saw
upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and
your class, on that middle late afternoon. I think that you more than
anyone else alive that I am able to think of right now, pressing the
old brain to the max out level; gave me a valuable or maybe the term
priceless more adequately describes this here, sir; tool, for
''measuring reality'', no matter how sane or crazy or any gray area
in-between, that it may appear to be.
I
still would rather be extra paranoid and safe, than totally naïve
and too stupid to recognize any of the potential dangers! I apologize
if this pisses anybody
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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