I
fell under a super attack from the
MILI-2-FORCE as they woke me out of a horrendous fucking
nightmare experience in a parallel universe where a Radio Shack
employee had totally banged up my automobile in the parking lot and
he told me this as I was ringing up some items I was purchasing at
the Shack, and he was heavy set and short and had average male length
brown hair, no glasses, about 5 feet 2 and 280 pounds, wearing dark
color clothes. We went out and he was showing me the incredible
damage both to his vehicle and mine. I remember the very strange
items I was purchasing that over here, I would never ever have any
reason to. Then I remember a dog in the window of a nearby car
running down and across the lot and across the street and down a road
that was tee intersecting the main road where the parking lot was on,
and the dog suddenly was with another dog and they got in front of
me, and then the employee was in front of me and so were both our
cars, and then a sign was displaying on a porch of a nearby house
saying, “Speedship Sunram Distance Elimination System”. Then I
noticed nasty chemtrailing above me, and then the voice of a child
was in my ears, and I turned around and there was no one anywhere.
The voice kept screaming and then screamed my name over and over, and
yet no one was around, and even the employee disappeared, and the two
vehicles and the dogs. Then I awoke with a bang, and here in this
universe where I appear to be back awake in tangible reality and now
typing this blog on my open office program on my PC, there was a
child at my door, making a lot of noise. I did not open my door until
this went on and on and finally, I opened it, and nobody was out in
the hall and all was quiet. This was around 10 minutes shy of 11 this
morning. As I speak now at 5 past fucking noon, a major left side
death android angel attack is happening on my LEFT SIDE. After I
turned on my TV and video machine, after closing my door and being up
and awake for the day, the video machine that was fucked up from the
electrical outage and began to operate again for a short while, went
totally out on me. Then suddenly out of nowhere, just as it began
yesterday afternoon around half past four or a little past, one fire
alarm after another was going off and then stopped, and then
continued to go again, and it began all over again, over and over, so
I got dressed and went fucking cunt lapping downstairs to check it
out. A bunch of weird trucks were all outside of the parking lot exit
double doors, and they are working on this system for whatever
reason, nobody can ever tell me dick licking pussy juice around here.
WOW, if you check out WALL STREET TODAY, and the stock charts, you
will most likely see something go bang just a tad shy of eleven this
cunt chewing ass morning, YO YO YO YO YO YO, and where are you
SEABOTTOM, I thought you wanted to occasionally communicate with me
regarding ICPE, and these blogs are nothing
but ALL ABOUT ICPE and the persecution
of me as a result of this extremely fucking covert technology???????
Well, I suppose you got real busy again, no
prob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all are living lives that we must
live, there is not one bit of Gary Stone choice after the same two
exact things happened back to back, right Professor Sidewalk Science
Organ-Player?????????? WOW,
JOANNE-1979!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the gods, if this is my hazing initiation with the freaking ass ESS,
Jeese Louise SURFER FONTY, I would say bring it, but THEY'RE FUCKING
BRINGING IT ALREADY, BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,749.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
does like stink and suck when you are the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON. I guess
two of us are depressed now, DAVID MOPED KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come to
court with your nice clean hands and keep your pants from going the
way of any Progressive Insurance Salesman, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hot
Gravy Smokers Emmy-Loo Class-Trips from 1972, AHA-AHA-AHA. Sorry
Taffy, I was way too stupid and young to know what UI had that day at
the Empire State Building, and I even told my lovely blond Amy to
“DROP DEAD”. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you Dan
Mackey?????????? McDowell grew up and became that later part of
himself, ask anyone in Fort Wayne, or just my wonderful super
talented great daughter. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!
That
tape has been taken apart and thrown into three separate trash piles.
It has caused me nothing
but HAZING-HELL
since it entered this apartment, but thank the goddess that I did not
have any clocks running off of regular copyrighted
time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
Jesus in Sahasra.
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I
want to thank you my friend Ken Mascara, Sheriff of Saint Lucie
County, you are a wonderful fine gentleman. If you can do anything
today and this weekend for me, to protect me from these Wall Street
dirt bags, my hat would really be off to you, kind sir.
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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??????
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!!!
MARCH
21, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did,
but as you know from studying me and my blog texts year after year, a
toad in a hot cooking pan is enjoying himself more than I freaking
am. Oh well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see
that ever since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send
it to me electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan
Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES. Yes friend, I do not live in any one time, and I
know you already told me you have none of my stuff. Hang in there old
friend, just as us Huntington's have been doing for a very very very
long INGRID-84-TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME JANE WHORE, HA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY SLUT.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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