THIS
WAS A SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LICKING BOTBAR DAY, FOLKS.
I
NEED HELP BIG TIME, ALL AUTHORITIES OUT
HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS A BLISTERY FUCKING 80 DEGREES AT 20 PAST 7 THIS HORRENDOUS MOTHER
FUCKING TWAT CHEWING EVENING, PEOPLE. MY POWER WAS KNOCKED OUT FOR
OVER TWO HOURS, AND FOR NO REASON THAT MAKES ONE BIT OF SENSE. THE
POWER WAS ON TO THE BUILDING AND OFF TO THE APARTMENTS, & ONE BY
ONE, RESIDENTS LOST IT, AS I WAS CHECKING ON THIS. IT WAS NOT ALL OF
US ON ALL FLOORS, AT THE SAME TIME. WHEN IT FINALLY CAME ON, IT WENT
OFF AGAIN AFTER 3-5 MINUTES SOMEWHERE; BUT WITHIN A MINUTE OR TWO OR
SO, IT CAME ON AND STAYED ON. THIS
ASSAULT STARTED AT ABOUT 8 SHY OF 5 THIS LATE AFTERNOON,
LEAVING ME TO SWELTER IN A HOT BOX. WHEN I DID GO OUTSIDE, I WAS DIVE
BOMBED BY MANY LOUD CRASH LEVEL PRIVATE AIRPLANES; AND EVERY ONE OF
MY WOMO MILITUFORCE LAMBRIGG ENEMIES, TOOK ADVANTAGE, AND MADE LOTS
OF NOISE, WITH CARS AND STEREOS, AND ALL POSSIBLE AND CONCEIVABLE
ROAD AND OUTSIDE NOISE, THAT YOU COULD THINK OF, AND THEN SOME. WHEN
I TRIED TO TURN MY TV-SET ON, WITHOUT INSTRUCTIONS, OR A REMOTE; THE
GOOD WILL TV WAS A LONG TIME SETTING BACK UP, AND GETTING WORKING;
AND THE VIDEO MACHINE I THINK IS DESTROYED.
I WAS WATCHING SOMETHING, AND YOU WOULD NEVER BELIEVE THIS MOTHER
FUCKING STORY IN A MILLION YEARS, BECAUSE IF I WERE CUNT LAPPING ALL
OF YOU, I KNOW I WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT, IF I WAS LIVING A FAIRLY
NORMAL AND AVERAGE COCK SUCKING LIFE; SO I DON'T BLAME OR HATE ANYONE
FOR SAYING I AM JUST A FUCKING NUTCASE!!!!!! I
WAS WATCHING A TAPE THAT WAS SOLD TO ME AS A BLANK VHS TAPE AT
THE GOOD WILL STORE, AND IT HAD A STRANGE BUNCH
OF PEEPS FROM MY DAUGHTER'S BLOCK OR VERY NEAR. THEY WERE
WATCHING A MOVIE ON CHANNEL 4, AND CONNECTICUT AND LONG ISLAND
WEATHER WAS BEING PREDICTED WITH A SCRAWL LINE, AND A FORECAST FOR A
DEEP SNOW STORM. SOME OF THIS TAPE TOOK PLACE IN 1986 AND 1987, AND
THEN IT JUMPS ACCORDING TO THE VIDEO COUNTER TIME STAMP SYSTEM, UP TO
MAY OF 1995. I CANNOT, AND DARE NOT, TELL YOU ALL MORE OF THIS, AS
IT IS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE AND MAJOR, BUT THE POWER GOING OUT
CAUSED THE ENTIRE TAPE TO JAM INSIDE OF THE MACHINE, AND MY PROPERTY
IS RUINED. MY PREDICTION FOR THE DOW FUCKING
CUNT JONES STOCK MARKET AS A RESULT OF THIS
MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING EXPLORATRON ASSAULT, AS WELL AS
AIR ATTACK, AND OTHER OTAMMIC FUCKING CUNT EATING SHIT; ACLU AND FBI;
IS AS FOLLOWS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
WEEK, 1000 POINT FUCKING GAIN TO OVER 17,000 POINTS.
END
OF MARCH, 17,500 POINTS/
END
OF APRIL, 18,000 POINTS.
END
OF SUMMER OF 2014, 26,485 POINTS.
YOU
CUNT SUCKING SEE IF I AM NOT RIGHT. I HAVE WILD
FRIENDS ALL OVER, BUT I HAVE WILDER FUCKING
ENEMIES. YOU CANNOT BEAT THE EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, AND THIS IS WHY SHIT IS BEING KEPT FROM ALL OF YOU.
IT IS ALL WAY TOO TERRIBLE FOR YOU TO REALLY KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ALL
FUCKING CUNT EATING STUCK IN, FOR ALL ASS ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!
Now here is the
shituation for right now, Inspector Louigee Kent Non Super Henderson.
First, I am placing this world on a 100 hour thermo nuclear destruct
countdown on MAGNESONIC before this day is out. Second, there will be
many people dead very soon as a result of this assault on mother
fucking me, bank on this from here to fucking ass Canada, cousin
Letterman!
As for the 42,000
dollar nightmare, there was more and I did not tell you the fucking
shit, but now all hell has busted cunt sucking loose, there's nothing
for me to cunt eating asshole lose!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
TAPE 25,744
WOW,
the world sucks. I had to pay $42,000.00 for something that made no
sense whatsoever in my exploratron travels last night. Thank the
gods, my energies are now focused on this atomic signature of
so-called ''reality''. Still, after that, my noisy nabes were
squawking annoyingly all morning in the hallway as they still are
now, and this is because of the Manhattan Disaster as I have now
called it privately, since the middle mother fucking
nineteen-eighties, lovely TOLDUSO GINA. DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, and
continuous bullshit noise in the hallway, and why, here is why, if
you are looking at the chart before 9 tomorrow morning, the
eighteenth. Hay what can I really expect I suppose, on TAWF-DAY,
right OFOLOGISTS and Falcon/Condor gang? Oh my poor washed cloths and
hands and lungs, KING DAVID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
what an imagination I have, gimme' a break Margie Fucking Leo from
1985!!!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
SUPER
SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR PATTY DAY, GEE DUH!
MARCH
17, 2014,
EARLY
MONDAY NIGHT AT JUST PAST 7,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
Very
humid and muggy and steamy!!!!!
YOU
WANT MY HEAT ANYONE, COME GET IT!
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand involved me and my
car and an incredible repeat or recurring dream with NICK, not at
night, although these events have sort oh hyper-atomically fused
together all by themselves recently in the past couple of decades. I
can only tell you that I was insisting that my car is only worth
about one fourteenth at best, of that figure, yet someone insisted
that I left their auto shop and that they did this amount of repair
work and then went on to prove to me how I had authorized to indeed
make 42,000 dollars worth of repairs. It makes no sense until I tell
you the rest. When I walked outside to get some air and told the
owner I needed to do this, he followed me out and said he has my car
keys and I am not going anywhere until I cough up the fucking 42
grand. Then I knew I was in a parallel universe, and that the year
was 2015 and the calendar on the outside of the garage door was real
large and colorful and displayed a 2015 calendar for all to clearly
see. Then I recognized the dude after over 32 years, Everett Simpson.
He said I will give him cash for this amount right now, or he will
tie me up and fly his airplane all around me for 300 years. He said
this over and over again, while Cannon was laughing himself half
silly, and reaching down smacking both of this thighs real hard, so
that the loudness of the slaps almost hurt my ears. Then it suddenly
hit me what these ''repairs'' were. The installation of nick's
magical tablet shoebox from 1996. The system had the year 1997 on it
for some reason however, but it was 1996 when he used it to take me
back to my high school, following his hacking my hubcap to hell and
then using Sunram's Distance Elimination
system, to pop from West Deptford to Blenheim, New Jersey, in one
second; where he was waiting for me to stop and use a pay phone to
call home to let my mother know I was on my way so she could prepare
a meal. I do not know why I had to pay twice, as this was originally
in my Saturn car, and Sherry-Lee Pote was determined to get it, by
placing her transdimensional self from a parallel universe, into the
doppelganger here where I would be coming into the Auto Dealership
there in Oaklyn, New Jersey. This is not the end of the story. When I
opened up the fucking shoebox where the tablet was inside, on top of
it was a letter from the US © Office containing my registration form
for the remade tune called, ''You'll Be Crossing Over''. Sure enough
when I was downstairs checking on the electrical outage, I also
checked my mail. The same exact form was in the mail that was in my
''dream'; from last night, the certificate of registration for
copyright on 'MY YOUTUBE MUSIC', musical project. Now, tell me any of
you, do you get these kind of days, and NIGHTS, southern or northern,
in or out of fucking cunt lapping 1977, Sir James Earl Carter, or
anyone else out here, BRO????????????? I seriously think
not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
the world sucks. I had to pay $42,000.00 for something that made no
sense whatsoever in my exploratron travels last night. Thank the
gods, my energies are now focused on this atomic signature of
so-called ''reality''. Still, after that, my noisy nabes were
squawking annoyingly all morning in the hallway as they still are
now, and this is because of the Manhattan Disaster as I have now
called it privately, since the middle mother fucking
nineteen-eighties, lovely TOLDUSO GINA. DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, and
continuous bullshit noise in the hallway, and why, here is why, if
you are looking at the chart before 9 tomorrow morning, the
eighteenth. Hay what can I really expect I suppose, on TAWF-DAY,
right OFOLOGISTS and Falcon/Condor gang? Oh my poor washed cloths and
hands and lungs, KING DAVID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
what an imagination I have. If those in Hollywood believed that, they
would be banging my mother fucking door down on a weekly basis to
write scripts for their movies. Who's kidding who, they love money a
lot more than they hate me, you go figure the logic of all of this,
good people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
boy, life stinks!
I
feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in
a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she
was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron
to human coded communications. My upstairs assholes are also making
weird sounds as they now tend to do more frequently when other nabes
on this floor are also acting up!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME SHERIFF KM,
anything you cvan do for me these days would be greatly appreciated,
to quote Angela and Donna from Central Park, the day after the great
day of terror, ask the Copyright Office, they know exploratronics is
real, and that Donna Adrian Gaines was an active TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON.
They have the magic FRANK MILLS song that discusses the entire thing.
Also the L&O peeps seem to be able to know many many things that
go beyond rational coincidence, before the shit gets around to
happening in normal regular time. Sound at all familiar. Here is the
music project, most likely this crap is on somewhere. I of course did
not claim the copyright, merely that this was added onto my own
material to make a live presentation of my suffering back late in the
cunt chewing nineteen-eighties. I did all I could, I am not mike
Laggy, or God, and this is not 1977, BRRRR!
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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 WHORE MONSTER-SLAPPER WITCH-BITCH, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't know about the midnight train to Georgia, or the Georgia Font,
but I do know about a ballpark, a year that was called 1993, and a
mean spirited horrible witch who damaged my life beyond repair with
that zoom-in clock attack on television, by her and her rotten prick
hubby broadcaster network owner, Mister Shithead Teddy turner, YO YO
YO YO!!!!
I
want all of 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
it is now 82 degrees and we are under a tornado watch here.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE. I would be so happy if my lightning would come and
visit with me, and I would be such a good whittle boy
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob
McDowell, Federal Communications Commission, they are screwing
around with my mouse again, these rotten mother fucking non 100 MPH
Johnny faster mothers, with their black hat hack technology of
Stacey Lattisaw, Jack attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE TRY
AND HELP ME TO PROSECUTE THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS, OLD PAL,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY
NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR
recurring
nightmare school, THAT WAS FINALLY
FOUND WHILE I WAS KINDNAPPED
BY THE MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EM!!!!!!!!!!
There
are some things that need to be said!!!!!
SO
THEY GET SAID IN MORIANITY, YO.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 (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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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
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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!!!!!!!!
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
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PEE
IS NOT GOING TO DO SHIT FOR YOU, ASSHOLE MARK
WAYNE MOHR; SHE LIVES IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE.
HELP ME PEE, YOU've been out of here for an entire year now, come the twenty-ninth, find me!!!!!!
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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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
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