This
blog will try hard to explain why I do things that I do, or don't,
and why I feel the way I do, or not, about stuff, that so many times;
goes totally in a concentric direction and mode of all the other
folks around me. I may not be able to get this across as well as I'd
like to, I believe I promised however, to ''try and do my very best,
yo''.
First,
off, due to the leprechaun's that change the stock market charts, day
to day, reflecting Wall Street's activities during trading hours of
half past nine in the morning through four in the afternoon; I cannot
freeze yesterday's chart and redisplay it to show what happened to
me, how my doctor appointment was at two in the afternoon, and the
entire movements on the markets as you may or may not remember,
again, reflected the weird and beyond surreal reality, that indeed, I
appear to be continually and always, the total invisible and covert
center, of this entire creation. When 5 coincidences with all of this
happens, that is enough to make cops lock up a suspect, but when
5,000 happen, that is enough to make me know that what I just spoke
is 100% the truth,no matter how major incredibly freaking outlandish
it may appear to sound on its freaking surface, BRAH!
I
will be getting to this on this blog, it is not going anywhere.
Nothing is going anywhere, and I still plan to tell stuff that I
opened and started, from a week ago, a month, a year, 5 years; and I
have good reasons for why things must be this way, and do not feel
compelled presently to enlighten you all with the full elucidated
explanations that you would just laugh at or plain out not understand
a word I say. Most likely door number two would be the more likely
event. As for getting a previous market, go up on any old blog
beginning with my last one, TAPE 25,746, and if clicking on the
market chart does not take you to the website where it shows all past
days, then archive the ones from a while ago where I would post the
entire lines below the chart, and click on the past day or week and
it will come up on a chart. Then just back out in numerous ways,
normally the top left arrow on your computer screen takes you right
back to my blog that you were reading, and if you patiently wait a
few more seconds, it takes you right back to the part where you
clicked to go someplace else, with no need to hunt for the spot where
you were just reading. Some computer boards, the backspace button
places you back with no need to even click a mouse, for the lazier
folks. Hay I am retired and lazy, and I hold no grudges or make no
judgments on anyone else. I've done my share of crap in the trenches,
and I am not greedy. I am all done working for anyone ever again,
barring of course an unforeseen catastrophe that forces me to eat my
words and have another little part time position doing anything from
A to Z. For right now, I am going to discuss just what is happening
with my eyes, since my appointment at 2:00 PM yesterday was at my
vision care specialist that handles my particular medical health
insurance, and then I am going to tell you about a lot more detailed
things, regarding my direct contact the other night with the great
and awesome ESS.
First
off, yesterday was not filled with persecution, and it broke off
completely, other than for minor nuisances and one chemtrail that
greeted me while fueling up my vehicle around half past four or so
yesterday afternoon, at the Orange Avenue and Thirty-Fifth Street
intersection gasoline station, where I happened to find myself just
about empty after coming back from purchasing my annual large supply
of all that special Easter candy, except for several years, where
TAWF screwed my life up so much, I could not enjoy what few and
spaced far apart pleasures, that I try and give to myself, on a very
fixed tiny income. I am not greedy, and I do not need much. What I
also don't need, to quote human Diana from 1983, is having my life
spun upside down, by a family straight out of the gates of hell
itself. They took every last penny I had and then kept demanding more
and more on fear of being burned alive. How the mother freaking FEDS
and the FBI can claim to be a good force and be working for juctice,
while all along treating me so ugly and badly and never even
investigating or assisting me at all, is just one of a dozen reasons
that I do not vote in this country, I have no loyalty to this
country, and would never do anything to damage it for two simple
reasons, I live here, and fear of punishment. But ask me if I have an
ounce of respect for this purely phony system that kisses the asses
of the wealthy, and lets the poor majority just rot away into hell;
and you will get me going and going on, with lots of trash talking,
and dissing. Why would I love a nation who totally despises me, and
has run my entire life, intentionally and ruthlessly into the ground;
since the day I was ten years old; and never even telling me why they
are doing this hellish nightmare crap to me. I say yes sir, no sir, I
do not understand sir, I say mister Palussi in the early seventies,
and I say goddess bless her and her entire world. Just leave me
totally out of it, I washed my hands of all of you a long time ago,
and do not plan to ever go backwards. Call it '1983-2', if you wish,
but most should get the idea.
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ANSWERING
THE QUESTIONS ASKED BY BRAVE SOULS.
Yes
the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses
Marola, 1969,
and so much more; No
I do not keep track any more;
not
of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who
needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????
Cut
me a big ass break, world!!!!!
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS. BUT IT
GETS WAY BETTER THAN THIS!!!
Diana
was supposed to possibly come around and visit me today, ONLY SHE
NEVER DID. I DO NOT KNOW WHO SAYS FLORIDA IS THE LIGHTNING CAPITOL OF
THE WORLD, BUT FOR ME IT WAS SOUTHERN JERSEY RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
BETWEEN PHILLY AND THE SEASHORE. THIS AREA GAVE ME WAY MORE LIGHTNING
THAN I GET HERE IN NEARLY FOUR AND A HALF YEARS IN FORT PIERCE, AND I
DON'T CARE WHO SAYS WHAT, I AM LIVING IN THIS LIFE. I KNOW, YO.
I
did call the Comcast peeps, and they have indeed disconnected all my
other services, leaving just my television service with them. I still
need to send them back one computer modem and one television box that
I do not use, I just use their small one, and have no need of their
great big one that is costing me ten bucks monthly in rental fees. So
that is all taken care of and 'squared away', to use my father's old
Naval expression. Him and big AE, always squaring stuff,
sheeeeeeeeeeit, Dawn-Marie King mimicker???????
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.
Yes
it gets a lot better, with the full story of the Jersey casinos, the
ICPE
(Intentionally Created Parallel Event),
and all the horrors of Atlantic
City,
TAWF,
my kidnapping under what is officially court recognized finally as
''Stockholm syndrome'', and the dirty laundry list is virtually
endless. But I am going to tell you all right now why I was contacted
by the great infamous and very revered EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
on the night before last; waking up to that monster shit out beyond
my door, that was happening right here, where my physical body
vibrates in perfectly tuned harmony, with the rest of this physical
tangible universe around me, on all levels from subatomic on up. In
other words, no I was not DELAY-DREAMING. This is when you wake from
major vivid dreaming and are in sort of a dual mental condition,
connected to both worlds, and even sometimes after being fully awake,
you are more there back in your dreams, than you are here, awake in a
body.
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. Until the early morning of the last day of
official 2014 winter, almost symbolically representing the last day
of my not actually coming into contact with the ESS directly; I had
only done what many great scientists and astronomers have done since
the nineties with the discovery of planets beyond our own solar
system. I took what my life was all about and reasoned out that only
certain possible things would rationally explain all of it, and for
that matter, all of everything else too. This was ESS. It was no
different at all, than guys and gals with huge telescopic lenses and
computer attachments, searching deep into local galactic space to see
if the stars wobble and to see how light from them winks out on a
dependable pattern, showing what else but that planets are orbiting
those stars. They never have been to these planets, yet they figured
out this is the only possible thing in their science rules, long
established; to explain the observations made by these sky gazing
astronomers. They have yet to go and meet one of these worlds, but I,
on the last day of 2014's winter, have indeed, officially MET THE
ESS, MISTER HAROLD KLEMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As usual, enough to
digest with all of this for right now, I will continue to go on with
all these things, and that is what other days and other blogs are
for, right gorgeous Gab? Tell my wonderful daughter if you see her, I
do not understand why she did all of this to me, but will love her
until they plant me in the ground, hopefully soon! Thank you!
Finally, always
remember and know, that every bit as real and true as gravitation, is
the law
of the breadcrumb-sleuth.
No
one is ever able to hide truth from a seeker, this is written not in
the stars, but the actual cosmic program that wrote in the stars
themselves, Professor Hawking and Kaku, my pals!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me Jane dirt-bag, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am now on
document page twelve, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, no calls. Screw your
channel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. WHAAAAAAAAAA! Don't any of you get what is
happening? You cannot be that dense, my friends.
WALL
STREET'S STOCK MARKET HOLDS NO INTEREST FOR ME AT ALL. BUT IT HOLDS A
LOT OF MAJOR INTEREST FOR THE FREAKING WONDERFUL ESS FOLKS, LET ME
ASSURE YOU OF THAT ONE, PEEPS.
Without
this vehicle to multiply their cash, they would not be able to fully
operate. They are so incredible, and none of you who think you're so
great and own the Youtube and all of this horseshit, have the
smallest stinking clue. It is so very frustrating, sad, and sickening
to me, to have to be the lonely cowboy here with all of this. I
totally relate to the great Jesus Carpenter, ''They have eyes and see
not, and they have ears, but they hear not''. Translation that is
absolutely true and real and merely quicker and more vulgar, would
be, ''WHAT ASSHOLES''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just telling
the truth, playing the piano, Elton old buddy, don't shoot this poor
old messenger, well, go ahead actually, you're only doing me a favor,
just don;t mother freaking miss, and shoot me in the head, as death
is instantaneous, of course, we all know, this is nothing but
freaking illusion and maya to quote the great religion of Light and
sound, no not the movie business, but the great Minneapolis ECKANKAR.
Google it up for the sake of Holy freaking Moses, YO!!!!
Misses
Marola at the Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey, eleven years
before 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and 1980; would be a Moby Dick
sized story and then some. But then so would Richard Marcucci. A
teacher tells a boy of 14 years and 10 months of age, and I quote
after 44 and a half years, “You could be a father you know,
chronologically”. Go ahead, picture this. Your kid of under age 15
years comes home from freaking school today and tells you, Mister or
misses parent out here, that, “My teacher took me out in the
hallway today and said to me, blah blah blah”. Would you be just
forgetting this, or blowing your stack down at their school at 8 AM
the following day, Detective Stabler and others? Why am I the only
'mother flower', lovely Ann King, to quote you here, who can have all
of this bull crap happen to him, and remains a crackpot nutcase,
YYYYYY JIMMY, tell me THESE
THINGS, JIMMY BURR FROM 1984,
ga'hed.
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. So let me move this along from where
this left off, good peeps. l
am merely saying that I know what is going on, and I am not saying,
that this gives me a whole lot of dam power over it so that I can
prevent a lot of this. Think about it seriously for a second. If I
have the entire ESS against me, what can one person who knows how to
become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
do to stop all of this? Any guru or mystic or know-it-all or whatever
out here, who says differently, is a fool, a liar, or needs serious
amounts of personal couch time, in their own lives. Now that I do
know, that still is all that I know, GET
THAT???
in or out of 1982 school desegregation. So
what if I were to join the ESS? I have been officially invited not to
joint-hack, but to join, YO! The
gods and the Goddesses, ARE
THE ESS,
or those at the top of that food chain at least. They engineer all
the dreaming down from the Astral-plane, when we as our truer
beingness, eventually lose sufficient amounts of energy to require
recharging of a weird cosmic sort, these dreams in fifth dimensional
hyperspace. We will go on with all of this, but for now so that I can
get to yesterday beginning with my arrival at the eye doctor or
vision care specialist, you know tape duplicator-sound engineer,
trash collector-sanitation engineer, test tube tester-lab technician,
with or without getting down to ten Callio's, or 2000 people 74
thousand years ago. Jeese Louise surfer Fonty sir; where
does it freaking end, or does it just sparkle forever, CUZZ
CARKILL?????????????
The
great game called by the most beautiful powerful goddess in this
multiverse, “Guess the name of the Guests”, with two ESS letters
in the words, (GUESS) (GUESTS), was something that fell into my human
conscious illusion in the STM, around minutes shy of five AM, on the
morning of Pearly Harbor Day of 1996, or December 7, 1996. There is
still a story book filled with crap about all of this, and I almost
never made it out of a horrible dark place, and not the 1970's crap
with the light not going on, but an even darker crueler hell. This
goddess MIDDIE has many face masks, and many names, and many lives,
but we all do. She is not special in any other way than for the fact
that she is aware in a location that counts, just what is really
going on. This places all the others around her in an endless need
for her love and her mercy. She on the other hand has an insatiable
appetite for worship. This is the first lifetime where MIDDIE cannot
prove me a liar, only defies and dares me to prove who she is right
now, after using me as a boy to get here in the first place. Now show
me a movie like this one, hollywood, and I promise you, I will buy a
ticket and go to the movie. Hell, I'll concede you can make up and
write stuff that is better than my real life, but first, show me you
can do this. You know, the circle jerk high school after hours
bathroom of you show me yours, and I'll show you mine, and then off
we go to the next phase of the ops. WOW, is this getting disgusting.
Let me get off of this and onto my treadmill, wolf wolf wolf wolf, no
I speak, I'm Yancy your great dog, sorry, I forgot, SSJKK, my endless
love TQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
would rather move forward and worry more about what the GUESTS in my
universe are up to today and tomorrow,
and
stop playing endless super sleuth with shit done by them in the past.
I may very well be totally stuck with these GUESTS, continually
CROSSING
OVER,
not Academy Road to Grant Avenue; Cousin Carol Mason. Hay if you ever
run into your old high school boyfriend who started all of this,
musically, the techno-Moog stuff, tell him your CUZZ MARK SAYS HI,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
I went to my 2:00 PM eye appointment yesterday, Wednesday the
nineteenth, and found out there is nothing wrong my eyes that a
little change in prescription would not cure. In about 5 years, a
simple procedure is recommended for removal of a few very small cats
growing on each eye, nothing to even concern myself about for right
now, she said. She said removing these things is nothing, 1-2-3, and
it is done, safe and done every day without problems. But for now, I
am totally fine. So right at this time, if you can study yesterday's
ICPE-DOW JONES charts, you will see an all day flat market, suddenly
crashing downward. This is how they got it to swing back up a little
bit however, if you see the chart around half past three when I had
left the doctor and was driving to the Walmart for my Easter candy,
and had my kid singing with me on my newest copyrighted tune, the
remade 1983 song now titled, “You'll Be Crossing Over”. They
jammed up the tape and I had to fix it when I got to Walmart's
parking lot. It never jams that far into a tape, or not until they
needed to hit my car with some death ray beam that started all this
to begin with on that freaking day when I had left the house up on
Hutchinson Island where Mikey used to be, at his brother's string of
beach houses, before the short sale foreclosure finalized and
everybody had 30 days to vacate, including poor Mikey. So my finding
out my eye was OK, began the downward spiral on the markets, and then
to get it to not totally crash, they had to fucking cunt hit my
property covertly with a death slam. Today when I got up I had to
make another new cassette off the computer, as you know, I keep my
entire system as one connected item all hooked into a mixing board,
including a very good cassette deck, for the money I spent, nothing
like the great crap I had back in Jersey before TAWF ruined my entire
life forever. HA HA HA, real funny, let's play stair tag
everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ouch Roseann. Eventually, this deck
in the car that was damaged by the scum sucking MILITUFORCE, will be
totally inoperable. I am saving to get something to play stuff right
off the computer, it is very expensive, I don't have that kind of
money for that plug in little shit where instead of a tape or even a
CD, you insert a little flash key or whatever it is called, and an
entire play-list in perfect digital replication, can then be played
on an automobile system. This is why I never can do anything or have
anything, as first these fucking cunt lappers keep me down and never
let me get a decent paying job all my life, and then on top of that,
they break all my fucking shit all the time. How can you win, Misses
Chiffon???????????? All the fucking sweet talking guys in the world
won't cut that piece of stinky yukky thick ass mustard, YO!
Well,
now you are a little updated. But there is one more thing to tell
you, and I could tell you a hundred things. While I was in Wal-Mart a
large CHENTRAIL was being made above me that I did not see until I
left and drove towards home the back way down a country road that
leads into Orange Avenue with a gas station on the corner, as I
needed to put ten bucks of fuel into my thirsty little buggy. While
driving in and parking, I saw the huge only day chemtrail disapaiting
over me heading for me and anyone could see it had been made right
where I had just been shortly before, at the local fucking Walmart
Store. This is obviously why while in the Walmart, two lovely 22 year
old darlings, were flirting with me something almost vicious, and
they were raunchy. And they were absolutely stunningly fucking
gorgeous and could have been chasing any guy in town instead of ugly
fat old nobody little me. But if the WOMO MILI-2-FAWCES go on day
after day with enough fucking cunt aerial siege, YO, this brings
another ICPE or parallel event would be a bit more of an accurate
description, as the enemy does not want me happy and the last thing
they want to see me with is any hot fucking young goddess, YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
situation, and perhaps yours as well, once in a blue moon; is being
in the wrong place
at the wrong time. One such time was in 1984, and it all
started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, the Trump Plaza Hotel. He knew he had used me and
my magical machine that you know of as either MAGGIE, MAGNESONIC, or
KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, or KFP, and he knew I had to be eliminated
once he successfully managed to come here, not as part of the ESS, as
he is NOT a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. My dirt bag distant cousin is a
PHASE-4-ENTITY (P4E). There is a huge difference between a P4E and a
T3E (Type-3-Exploratron) I promise you that, ladies and gentlemen. We
will talk a lot moire on other blogs and other GABBY-NEW-DAYS, on all
of these things. For now it is time for me to relax with some brunch
and a movie, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, but yesterday as well, same thing was happening,
really strange noises, not real loud, are heard all around me. Very
powerful and weird new computer hacks are happening and have been
from the second that I turned on this fucking computer, also, good
people. 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, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Now,
did I actually say something this stupid folks? “This
is probably
going to be one of these real bad days, folks, and my stomach muscles
are all tensed up and ready for Mister Houdini's death punch of
retaliation”. Probably????????????
Wake up ASSHLOLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, there's
no fucking cunt probably. You know when shit is happening around you
or you should. This fucking shit is almost 60 years old now, ya'
doofus!!!!
MARCH
20, 2014,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, these mobbed up Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS,
in
league with dirt bag Donald, enjoyed messing with me illegally, every
chance they got. It began when George Belton first took me to Resorts
Casino in Atlantic City, and introduced me to casino-roulette
playing. From there things were down hill all the way, leading to my
first trip to Florida one year after George first began doing this in
December of 1982, during my final months at 1802 Robin
Farm-Outside-of-Future-Haddonfield Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New
Jersey. The mysterious Warwick Auto Sales, owned by the even more
mysterious Mister Everett Simpson, well, this is a story that could
go on for 1000 Moby Dick sized books, and I don't plan on boring you.
Still,
I need to tell you that common sense says that mister Simpson is a
member of the ESS, not the OSS (Organizational Secret Service), but
it is a close cosmic match and quite interesting, to quote my pal
Mister McDowell of the great FCC and old school classmate from
wormhole Hall. Simpson was a game changer for me, as without him, I
never ever could have had about a trillion fucking wild things happen
quite the way they did, so any game changer, by pure planet to star
logic, MUST BE AN ESS MEMBER. I mean no disrespect to the ESS, but I
am not yet sure of whether or not I wish to join this wild powerful
club!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the invite however, the other night.
Folks I am tired and hungry now.
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME.
Dancing
McDonald's and Prophets of Nothing, are all HIGHLIGHTED
IN THIS COLOR, FOLKS, TO SHOW YOU!
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difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and
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Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support,
stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with
as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to
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With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is
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Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure
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1. Counseling Component - Guided Group Interaction is conducted
daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session.
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And
if I know so much about what DREAMS really are, then why have I not
as of yet chosen to discuss the topic of what causes the serial and
recurring and dream within dreams, dreams, you may be all wondering
right about now, so allow me please to tell you the answer. I will
do my very best, so here goes nothing prophets, good folks,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
you see people, I
dreamed THE MENTALIST SHOW before there was THE MENTALIST SHOW,
or shall I say, I dreamed Patrick Jane, who I never ever knew in
this life. He was a repairman and an accomplished games expert, as
my blogs called him. From this, the show suddenly magically just
popped up. All the things he did in these dreams, he came to do, and
he acted just the very same way as his character that this TV show
portrayed.
Again, Yogi Berra puts it so much better than I could have, there
are things that no sane mind is going to believe is just a mere
coincidence, or let us do one better. Get into trouble with the law
and have some much smaller coincidences that are part of your
situation, come up to bite you in the butt cheeks, and see how big
or how many of these random happenstance items, the police and the
prosecutor chooses to believe. They only deny it if they don't want
to be bothered helping someone such as myself, with my weird
problems, that they already know, as a result of the great closed
BLUEBOOK, CANNOT BE SOLVED. Hay this is not their fault, and so I
hold no resentments or blame in any way, towards them, but I am
making a good point here, that if you find yourself in a reverse
table situation, and you are on the end that contains the dogshit
and piss juice rather than the prime rib and mashed potatoes, you'll
get a quick banging shock of these words all being 100% accurate. I
should know, Shirley Lymphglands from 1983 and 1984!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it
all really begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano »
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
lbs.
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
More Nearby Offenders
Nearby Schools
0.78
Miles Away
0.95
Miles Away
1.00
Miles Away
1.00
Miles Away
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
And
now for the Florida state weather map, courtesy of the great and
powerful WEATHER BUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
power of three,
right electrician Joe Mac Andrews, and lovely Pink House Witches of
Non-Warren Grove, New Jersey? Did you say, ''Sleep tight, Sarah
Kessel lookalike'', Mister Dave Roth???????????????????????????
OH
SHIT
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU!
“THE
MAGIC TOOL
THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND
IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES;
SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
After
the time that I double-techno-pooped my ''YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER''
song, on August the twenty-eighth, and now early as 2014 comes in; a
child can see that my wonderful family, and that of my wonderful
awesome daughter; WAS MOST OF MY BLOG'S audience all along. Since I
have recently pissed them off; they no longer come up here. I am
sorry for saying anything that angered anyone, but you know, I
cannot understand how in a million years, the
greatest pop diva on this planet is not more angry at what
CHEMTRAILS did to her and her life;
than 100 Mountainpen Bloggers, Artists Formerly or whatever known as
PRINCE, and anything else imaginable, all squared, cubed, and more;
all put together. That to me is the question for the ages, and it
completely dwarfs the Shakespearean one that once was the biggest
question, and must take the place in the cosmic symphony orchestra
now, IMHO, you all know it, ''TO
BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION''.
2014
DATE-----TOTAL BOTBARS-----TOTAL DAYS-----MPB I DO NOT KEEP TRACK
ANY MORE, WHY BOTHER? EVERY MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNBT EATING DAY IS
BASICALLY SUPER FUCKING CUNT BOTBAR ANIWHO, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!
JANUARY
01----------00------------------------------01-------------00
JANUARY
02----------01------------------------------02-------------50
JANUARY
03----------02------------------------------03-------------67
NO
MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, I KNOW YOU CANOT HELP ME IN MY
WOES AND STRIFE, AND ONLY DEATH CAN RELEASE ME FROM THIS HORRIBLE
FUCKING SHIT, I DO NOT BLAME ANYONE ANYWHERE.
Florida
Attorney
General
Pam
Bondi
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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.
PLEASE
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
NOT
ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH
AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH
OTHER, ''MORE POPCORN YO'', and Happy New Year! 'YRS',ha-ha.
When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY NEVER
FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD
UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU
ALL, BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO
SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK
THE SHIT AROUND. NO MORE ME AND NO WAY TO REPLACE ME;
NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-----O-----W,
S-DAY
NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME PEE,
YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, 2013, and now it is MARCH
20, 2014. WHERE RU!!!!!!
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