TAPE 25,775

Hay folks, howz-it-goen? As for me, I am doing just about as monstrously horrendous as it gets, but as all of us good Huntington clan, ''STILL HANGIN' IN THERE'', right Atlantic City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, nearly a decade back into time????????? In all absolute honesty, ladies and gentlemen out here, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just what can I say”?

****JOURNAL TAPE 25,775****

Yes, I wanted the Assistant to my old 1975 pal Bob Andrews, who sang some great songs for me before becoming our great Jersey Congressman; whose name, after Mister Phil Petru and Mister Steve Petersen no longer were working in his office; was Mister Clarence Harris of Sicklerville, New Jersey, back in 1997 and 1998, who loved to give my mother extremely sexy kisses at my home in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, Mister Jason WFMU Forrest, DJ; to prove me wrong. He was so determined to prove me wrong, world, and almost did a Joe Postal Paget one day, in the summer of 1998, after failing all day long, to indeed do so. I totally blew his mind, Russell Thaxton; right along with the Count of Marcucci's mind, back in the autumn of 1969, when the Gulf Stream changed course forever, and the UFO-Bluebook shut down and claimed the UFO situation, to be a non-issue. All these seemingly unconnected events, all connect so perfectly together, as do any and all things; but we can just leave this right there, for right now, lovely L&O-LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No I want to be proven wrong, just as badly as you wanted to indeed PROVE ME WRONG, CLARENCE OLD BUDDY. Here is a BRO who paid this poor old honky the biggest complement that any bro to give to a pale face. He said to me if I was just a little younger, he would want me to marry his daughter Mindy, who was then in 1988, age seventeen, and I was in my early middle forties. I cannot be proven wrong, SEABOTTOM, because ICPE-APE is treal, just as October 5, 2008 blogs are real. Just as all persons and entities who know higher truths, connect themselves always, in some way, with those two buildings that are no more, in Manhattan, Donna before did it in her styrange 1968 song as a teenager, and on and on I could go, without glitter or any 1986 booming sounds and other unpleasant things, spoken of in my copyrighted songs. I want to be proven wrong, but I simply CANNOT BE, this KARGE SIMULATION IS REAL, an d totally TRUE, folks, believe it , or not, mister Ripley, in or out of wonderful awesome mega-great ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Things are what they are, and the greater code than the towers, is and was known by Dawn King all along, and shared with her great clan of TAWF all along, you cannot escape these truths, none of ever can. IT IS WHAT IT IS. The code is to realize you take this marvelous untrumpable saying, and merely remove words number 2 and number 5 from this five word great coded cosmic poem. What is left but ALMIGHTY ISISCYLLA, who sang LOIS FOCA to me in early June of 1980, in an unforgettable wild DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going still one more step further, is the GUTHERMAN SYNDROME. Why did the great SSJK not realize that this would not be such a great Chemtrailitis career move? If she knows so very much, why would she want Midge, and the RS1500US, Mister Thaxton, oh mighty wisdom guru book burner of the NON-BOB??????????? Think about all this, those who know exactly what's being said here, really, YYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, © 1984, YYYYYYYYYYYYY would you do this to yourself, lovely wonderful ''LAB-TECH''? Poor Mike and Mariah, when will all of these great learn how real this all is, Clarence sir?, and say hi to to the Congressman for me. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I want to be wrong so badly, but I never ever never ever never ever am. Here is just a tiny teeny little bit more proof of this reality, peeps!

I BELIEVE I SAID, QUOTE,

“I DEMAND MY PROPS! JUST WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE DOW AFTER THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME BY THESE FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM”!!!!!! “Sometimes you only get one chance in this world”. This was an exact quotation to me, from the son of a woman, back in 1963, at 2041 Chestnut Street. My mom and her were both nabes and pals, and around the same age, mid forties. She was a nurse in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in some center city hospital. One day the four of us were in her apartment and I had said or done something, that then went onto prompt her son of about age 22 give or take, to say this unforgettable advice-statement to me, and I will not ever forget his name either, John McDowell, same last name as my soon to come in another decade or just shy, friend from the Cooley Wormhole Lobby-Angel-Dream, where I attended a special education school on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, New Jersey, known then as the Bancroft Neural Health system. Two McDowell's in my life in nine years, to say the least, Mister Yogi Berra, is a pretty wild little 'coeenkeedink'. But while we are on this topic, do you really want me, anybody out here, to go on with this? Hay Margie Leo from 1985, cut me one Sweetie and not the smelly kind, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try to show how real this all is and show all kinds of proofs, and even dared to do a little YOU-TUBE stuff, and then began to figure to myself, well, if peeps want to do things their way, FRANKIE, then enjoy having one blue and one brown eye, and give my best to all female country vocalists that are not discussing dogs or skies in their lyrics, oh that's right PP, our thing went, “When the BLUE skies turn to gray, wrong colors, sorry about that, I am only a person, old 1973 buddy and tape recorder 'voice alterer', Sir Bruce Allan Pennock! Is a peta-juata WOW in order here, you know, a WOW times ten to the power of minus thirty-three. That would take up some nice big telescopic chunk of sky area, right amateur astronomers and pros as well??????? Yes, no do overs in this life, many times, and without L&O “SARAH-DAUGHTERS”, right HARNER??????????? These boys in Hellyweird don't miss a trick, and they seem to know 100 times or more things about me, that I know about me. Well, we all know by now, hopefully Mister Islander-Joel, SIR, that only T3E entities can explain this otherwise unexplainable mystery, along with pyramids, and zillions of other wild shit!!!!!!!!!! So this makes the next question obvious to a moron who dilegently follows the teachings of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the great son of the Philly-Nurse, a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON? Who knows. His advice was a major listen-up for me, only at the time, what does a punky little kid like me care? We all need to be living backwards, born with the wisdom of our future selves at age 90, only reality kills that cool little fucking plan, eh? Still, I repeat the truth that those were extremely Wise words from the son of my mother's friend, the Philadelphia nurse, John McDowell. Loet me go back into time with STM, and be sure allof this is covered in blogs. Folks this is no joke, this is what happens with all of us, you know, why did I do that or what is this bullshit? Well, many times it is T3E active and controlling us without our being remotely aware of it, and many times it is our own STM selves, being sure bases are getting covered. Did I ever ever wonder where the shadows dwelt by day in 1983, before the 21^st century came around first? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum Physicist, Professor Kaku, as you all ready have my opinion which does not count since I have no walls filled up with degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA.

APRIL 10, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 2:47,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,55 DEGREES FNHT.

THIS COOL NIGHT FEELS FUCKING AWESOME, THANK YOU GODDESS JEHOVAH MY TEEN QUEEN LOVE!!!!!

YES YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO, GUESS WHO THE LIAR IS?

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