As some of my followers know already, my life as MWM the current human me in this atomic signature and point along the line of the fourth dimension, suffers is strange ways with never ending barrages of attacks from invisible magic people that appear to be organized in some weird way, and despite all of this; mathematics seems to come into play, causing the major attacks and negatives in my life, to come in waves of cycles, back off periods and periods of extreme siege, yet without the normal slow movements from one stage to another. It is like the moon phases, only instead of it slowly growing larger and then slowly growing smaller over and over again, it would be gibbous or full for a week or so then new and blank in the sky other than maybe for a tiny line or crescent, for a week or so, and never would their be any larger crescent shapes or much larger gibbous shapes growing slowly smaller or larger. It is always one way or the other way, and then when it is time to be changed, bang, it just changes. So my life by no means, with no pun or pen intended, or hacking; reflects the phases of the moon and its general operation, but just the opposite.

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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.

MARCH 19, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 7:17

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.

JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE EQIVALENT NUMBER 25,746.

I HAD TWO MAJOR HORRENDOUS OTAMMIC ASSAULTS OVER THE PAST TWO DAYS, BACK TO BACK. I FEEL QUITE CONFIDENT THIS IS BY NO MEANS OVER, AND WILL TELL YOU WHY IN A SHORT WAY, AND ALL COLLEGE HAZING PEEPS, SHOULD BE READING THIS BLOG, I PROMISE YOU.

Now peeps, this was a lot more than just a monstrous 'Hitler-like' inhuman and monstrous attack, against another human being, made of mere pathetic weak flesh and blood!!!!!!!!!! Rather, this was the start of a new age in my life, AGAIN, perhaps, and only time can and will tell. POLLUTION COMMERICALS WITH MY VOICE ON THEM IN THE LATE 60'S, HIT SONGS LIKE UNDER THE BOARDWALK, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, BRAH! Well, break or no break, Kitkat or no Kitkat bars of quintessential yummyness, and hacked mouses all notwithstanding, Stacey Jack-hack-attack Lattisaw of 1982; please watch over me old friend from 10 years even earlier than this in Daniel Mackey's class at Wormhole Cooley Hall, as I am getting super loud noise by neighbors since 5 and 6 this morning, and I am getting lots of computer hacking with this new worms in the mouse fucking crap as well, YO! This will only keep getting worse and worse, Microsucks Light-Bulb-HACKERS! This hacking is major, and it just started up five minutes ago about 5 minutes into this blog, Federal Bureau of investigation, and Federal Communications Commission, and Sheriff Ken Mascara, and Florida State Police, and Florida AG, Mizz Pam Bondi, MAHM!!!!!! I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU, BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME OR BELIEVE ME, PRESIDENT OBAMA, SIR!!!!!!

These mother fucking jerk off MILI-2-FAWCE SCUM SUCKING TOILET WATER DRINKERS woke me up with a sore throat, which happens very frequently during these periods of major fucking cock sucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULTS UPON ME!!!!!

Now here is the huge shit. I fell asleep last night watching that wild VHS-videotape from the Good-Will store, the one that I purchased as a blank and was not a blank. I told you how these people from Oyster Creek, New York; were making this video tape, on an earlier previous blog. I feel totally confident, from hearing what I did, and seeing some of the background; that this was my cousin Christine Myers' grandson, and his wife, and their young son, and daughter. After a lot of stuff, the tape reverted to what had been previously recorded onto it, a movie. Hence they had used a section of the beginning of the videotape, to record over to make this documentary. Then came the movie, with normal news from Channel-4 New York, that would cut in during commercial breaks as well as several scrawl lines during the movie that took place during World War 2, which these fucked up Microsucks programs don't let you print correctly as we were taught to in my school days, with two capital (W) letters followed by two vertical one lines, try it on a word or office program, and it insists on not doing it the right way, this fucking world has gone totally nuts in a very short fucking space of time, but let me not get away from this major fucking shit, good people. This movie is called, “The Two Misses Grenvilles” or some similar name. The big news item of the day was th elongest that two people so far, had been married, a deep late season snowfall that was coming to the area, and on top of this, this movie had a part in it that was off the scale major. This dude was telling his wife who he seemed to have difficulty with due to snooty family stuff that was even a more prevalent item back in those war days than it is today; and he was talking about Sinko Damayo only not calling it that, merely saying that 'May the fifth of 1955' is, and I quote him, ''5-5-5-5''. Get the movie if you don't believe me. Channel 4 New York City was airing it sometime in the early spring time in 1987, according to this videotape from my cousin Christine's offspring, the dog-walker; and wow do the offspring have noisy dogs. I woke up to more than one thing after falling asleep watching this video fucking tape, peeps. We have a brand new noisy dog in the apartment either across from me or down the hall by one across from Stanley's crib. Hollering and noise and a very loud dog at 6 in the morning. It will be a matter of time before Debbie Moratto puts a stop to this bullshit, but there is so much more to tell.

I have now been invited to joint the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. THEY CAME TO ME IN MY DREAMS LAST NIGHT, and asked me if I wanted to join them. It seems that they are a magic group of many people who are trying to form several almost sixties-hippie type of 'governing bodies' you know, commune style, and they practiced 'real magic', not witchcraft of fake trick magic, to quote them. They had the power of Tallos 4 like in the original STAR TREK. Music was beyond a major part of their operation, and they explained that logic and my current thinking process would not allow me to be able to be shown just how it all connects and is so important to them, but that it just does and is, and for now I needed to merely accept this as total truth. A man then got up in this rectangular room that a lot of us were in and did a magic trick. I was the only one who could see clearly what was behind the trick, sort of like what is behind the famous OZ CURTAINS. Some lovely young blond girl was doing these things plain as day, but not one other person could see her. After all of this was done and the invite to join was made, I told them I would think it over, and then they said I needed to meet, and I quote, ''The ladies''. It seems that two very wild women of about mid thirtyish age, were either in charge of this local chapter of the ESS that I was with, or over all of them, but they were revered and most told me that they were very afraid to ever displease either of them for any reason. Loyalty was very important, and once committed, a treasonous act against them would be like the unpardonable sin in normal worldly circles, and would have beyond dire consequences. A sign hung over a bed in this room, where other beds, and dozens of musical instrument amplifiers; were scattered all over the place; and it read, “THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”. It is absolutely unforgivable, and always extremely punishable, and to quote a dude there when I pointed to the sign in his presence, he went onto say to me, “far beyond ordinary human concepts of death and hell”. I was quite effected by his words, yet wanted to meet these ''ladies''. So they took me to an open field and said they had to leave or else they would not come and speak with me. In no time, they were there. They had numerous face masks. They came as ugly story book type witches, real scary and ugly appearing, and then they took off the masks and were very attractive. Then they kept taking more and more disguises off, and I stood there watching their appearances alter over and over, and when they were all done, the very last mask and look of these two ladies, were exactly where they started. They proceeded to also ask me after this had all happened, ''Do you want to join us now'', and I again repeated what I had said earlier, ''Let me think about it''. Then I was ''dream-shifted'' back into where I was watching the early part of that VHS tape that I fell asleep later to during that long movie that was obviously recorded over at the beginning, by my distant cousins up on long Island, Woody Guthrie, sir. Then I realized I had taken off my headphones and placed them beside me. I was awake and got up to piss and take some water. Suddenly I thought somehow the noisy dogs in that house had been magically transported into my apartment here, but realized, even though it was still dark and just past 6, this was all going on out beyond my door.

As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. I feel my kid is behind all of this, and I know that she has a lot of powerful friends who have all done a lot of wild stuff to me now over decades of time. Even the Islander Cifaloglio's had their turn in a lot of this, the Darius Deezee thing, the magazine left for me to find thing, and on and on I could go, with or without Pedigree Loud Dog Food. Yes the wife of Delmo was an islander, and not a hockey player or a Roseann Delaney neck biter.

I DEMAND MY PROPS FOLKS!!!!!!

JANE WHORE FONDA STRUCK ME AGAIN WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ELEVEN, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow me please to compensate (cunt phlegm rape) Thank you so very much, ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!!!!

THINGS WERE NOT COOL YESTERDAY,

in more ways than just fucking cunt lapping temperature!!!!!!!!!

WOW IS LIFE A PUSSY CHEWING NIGHTMARE!!!!!!

I AM GETTING VERY FUCKING TIRED OF SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LICKING BOTBAR DAYS, ONE AFTER ANOTHER, FOLKS!!!!

I NEED HELP BIG TIME, ALL AUTHORITIES OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU.

MY WOMO-MILITUFORCE LAMBRIGG ENEMIES, MAKE A THOUSAND BIBLICAL DEVILS, ALL PUT TOGETHER; LOOK LIKE 5 MOTHER THERESAS.

MY PREDICTION FOR THE DOW FUCKING CUNT JONES STOCK MARKETS:

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.

I said it before, and I'll say it again and again, even if lovely Twinbay hates me for it, good people; and you all may totally quote me;

“Oh boy, life stinks”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.