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Thank you so much beautiful lovely Diana, for coming over to visit with me all night long. Your lightning is beyond hot and colorful and dazzling and I would add in electrifying, but it would make me appear a bit dorky. Anything that I can ever do for you, just tell me, my endless lovely girl from mortally 1983, and immortally in eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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Yesterday I took a vicious health attack from the MILITUFORCE, as I am getting on many days now again; both heart and bowel major fuck-ups and is to the point where I am going to go to my doctor on a special unscheduled visit, and ask for blood tests to see how long I have to live, and then begin getting my affairs in order. I DEMAND AN AUTOPSY, and have this all officially and legally written down in my last will and testament. Then I demand a full investigation be done on my life, based on what the authorities find on more than eight years of my BLOGGING, at four blogger web-sites. All the particulars and details have been carefully laid out in my will, along with the treasure charts going to my oldest daughter. This is her heritage, and if she is not interested, she can just choose to not have a representative show up or reject her claim to these charts, that is on her.





I have a few short things to tell today.





One involves one of the greatest fictional works ever created and produced in the history of the modern entertainment world, “Star Trek”, and then I will tie this all in with another thing, and see how things go after that. I did not freaking know that yesterday was Good Friday and no trading would be done on the stock markets here in America. Still, I have been noticing that the persecution is picking up again big time, by air, by health attacks, and all manner of vicious unspeakable covert assaults on me, during times of and days of, special games played by either the Philadelphia Flyers or the Philadelphia Phillies. I still keep track and tabs, right down to times of starting, who plays who, and the stats, and don't think I don't. I merely am cock sucking smart enough now to lessen and mitigate my pummeling persecutions, by KEEPING 'MY BIG ASS STUPID MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH SHUT', huh lovely Gabby? This will all get real good, so if you are just checking to see if I've posted yet today, why not pause and come back after you are cozy and settled with some nice snack or meal, and lots of comfy pillows all around you, good peeps. As I said, I promise you that this will get very good and yet won't be annoyingly long, so relax about that.





LET'S BEGIN WITH THE OPENING BULLSHIT, KIND WONDERFUL VIEWERS, AND JOHN LATE KING, IF THAT IS ''OK'' with him and his water hoses????? The Gottwald-Ozzwald famous saying, from one of Hollywood's best ever freaking productions, “GREAT AND POWERFUL”, may not adequately describe this blog as far as containing a wide range of wild bizarre junk, but you will get a wild new something in here, to wrap your heads around and scratch for a while, that is a promise from Tahren Gandhi, Mo, AND ME, so WEEEEEE! No folks, I won't go down quite as easily as THEY may want me to, but my last will and testament is all updated for any eventuality. Yesterday was a brutal health assault with both major heart and bowel hits. I had to do some major clean up job in the mother fucking bathroom, if you get my disgusting message. Many folks around me were also through the years in all of this, struck with these same death beams, and they too had horrible shit accidents in their pants, so there is nothing wrong with me, that boiling these evil NSA dirt bags in oil for a thousand years, would not totally fucking cure!!! It is just a matter of time, before Magnesonic makes them all go and DIE, DIE, DIE, oh great Trilane Squire Patton Chef!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















Thank you my wonderful people for coming back to me. I have 80% of my lost viewers back that were with me last year in twenty-thirteen from about March through July. Then when I dared to post up my techno-pop YBCO song remade from my old 1983 tune, it seems all hell slammed me in the ass. I will no longer do music or discuss music, since the music jerk offs all hate me with such a passion, as though they're all such perfect little frikkin' angels!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, and I think there is a high percentage chance that this will be the year of my freaking asshole death, ACLU, and all other authorities!!!!













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Now this is not the next day, nor is it June 26, 2007, around 22 minutes past noon. But it is important to read and try and get this urgent little message, there is no bullshit going on, and I have no time whatsoever, to sit here pumping out any!





These paste-ins will be followed by a powerful message. I would not miss it if I were you, feel free to skip over the familiar texts, good peeps. 'BUT', whatever you do, SARAH KRASSLE; knows every single thing atom by atom in all five dimensions; and wants me to tell you this powerful thing, so please read it after the paste-in stuff, good folks, and thank you so very much.





The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and form the past few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Only this tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually were mentally transported into it, and all anyone needs to do is archive and read my old blogs from 2006-2009, long before there were tablets. These things whether any of you accept this or not, ARE MY PROOFS to my claims and my MORIANTIY STORY AS WELL, IN FULL. As the “L&O” folks say it so dam well, “You just can't make stuff like this up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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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 YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah sure, That's not his problem, Misses Mohr. Don't go nuts on me Scowling Trump; just sink your big ugly black tub with you on board, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why will I go into a slow endless eternal coma sub death for a million years, without the magical 4-ML-GRAM daily ativan dosage, ever since AD-1983? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY, © 1984 YYYYYYYYYY? Got an almighty all knowing answer for this one, Santa Claus and Patricia Hollister, on or off of Halloween Day, and Merry's punishment?





Why would a doctor call a persons' mother, who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the spring of 1984?; with or without any pizza company anniversaries. I remember all of this as clearly as if it were going down around me live this very freaking butt wiping moment, great folks, YO YO YO YO!!!!





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Very few know too much history of how this great show all began, and many newer Trekkers, know even less. This show and those behind it, or the T3E inside of those behind it, were not doing any old fiction. First off, if Lucile Ball had not become involved, it would have never been a great space show, just another of so many westerns, back in the day. Many thought of Lucille as a ditsy redhead. She was a highly intelligent woman, talented, gorgeous, and very highly gifted in the gray matter department. But all of this and a dollar will get you four nice shiny quarters at many banks, even if you do not have an account there. Roddenberry, his writers, his family, mostly his wife and son; all were clueless that they were being used by the electromagnetic powers that lawtronically are running the entire humanity show, for lack of a better way of saying this. I've made, for obvious personal reasons, quite a study out of how this all began, and all of the folks who were behind it, and the real fine print details about all of them, and all of this entire deal. I speak from major fact finding authority, as well as connecting what I know on a personal intimate level, about what you have heard me in recent blogging times, call in jest and fun, ''HALLS FAWCES”, it just means as the Star Wars peeps called it and thought of it, the mysterious and unknown forces that cause all things to be and work the way that they do, and why all of us are living and doing what we are doing, and so on and so forth, so don't make a big mysterious thing out of it, as it does not need to be that way, let us all endeavor to keep things simple and I can that way just get right to this wild point.





As the precision time pieces would go, the Microsucks Light-Bulb HACK just struck, they know what is going to be said, because computers work with electrons, and in parallel universes where the matter is made up of opposite polarity, these are positrons. Someone in the ESS from a parallel universe in one of the exactly one half total, where time runs in reverse to us and our relatively forward direction, already knows what gets typed and posted in a short while, and DOES NOT LIKE IT ONE BIT. Well tough fucking shit and stale beer.





Now this entire thing is about one episode, but you also are going to have to remember or come to know about a STAR TREK movie from the late eighties or maybe early nineties somewhere, where Spock wants to go to the center of our Milky Way Galaxy, as he believes some fellow Vulcan from his world who is spiritual, and knows that something is there, and is major. Well this was years before the world of science, had an inkling about galaxy-hearts. You see, at the center of galaxies, there is a black hole, and this keeps the galaxy together and it is too complex to delve into, and is not germane to the issue other than for what I already told you. This show is pure fiction, yet it has upon dozens of occasions, seemed to really know many things not known then, but will come to be known as future decades roll around. Yet if you talk to any of them from Gene himself when he was alive, or his wife and son, or even many of those close to the production, it's obvious to all of them that they do not see at all how some force has indeed used them and manipulated them to invent and create this entire STAR TREK SOCIETY, that many call the TREKKERS.





Moving this along, no one had a clue that galaxy centers were anything special when this great movie from 20 years ago give or take, was released, where Spock and the enterprise crew all went to this place and were nearly trapped there forever by this entity who believed himself to be GOD, (a god), all the same thing, for the purposes of this blog revelation today. But we now while holding the image of this great movie in our minds, must reflect backward to a much more distant time, the middle late nineteen-sixties, and the episode in the original Star Trek show, with Lieutenant Commander Garry Mitchell; where they were at the edge of our Milky Way Galaxy. The edges or outer surface 3-D perimeter of galaxies is in a direct ration with the centers of them, by way of their large super black hole. Now in the show, at the edge of the galaxy, is this strange force that seems to be looking for humanoid entities to indwell, very much like TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS (T3E). Those who had the highest (ESP) were the ones effected by this ''force'', as soon as the Star Ship Enterprise began leaving the galaxy and approaching this pinkish purplish colored magnetic force of some kind. In the show it turned Gary Mitchell into a god over time, and he continued growing stronger until at the end, Kirk had to find a way to off him to save the lives of his shipmates, and proving the old adage that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Now before he died, he and his new lover, the doctor woman who also had the power since both were effected by the approach into the unknown force if I am quoting Spock correctly and I think I am; but they began shooting energy at each other, the same bright pink with a tinge of light purple and white colors, just exactly the same color of the force that you could see outside of the galaxy at the beginning of the show before all the action began. Now I have every reason to believe, since those inside and controlling the producers and creators of this show, abnd also since they appear clueless to so much of the deeper and hidden meanings to so much of it all; that indeed, just as we have come in recent times as a scientific community, to know that the centers of galaxies, have huge black holes that would suck in and trap anything that got even remotely close to them; just as the thing did on this fictional show of around 1990, decades before any real person ghad any real access to this knowledge as fact and not fiction;m then in like manner, I have come totally to believe, that indeed, this bright pink energy surrounds the outer surface perimeters of galaxies, and is what indeed life is all about. Whether it chooses one planet or not, it has chosen this one, and somehow managed to exist here through us. There is just no way all of this is some silly coincidence, and insisting that it is, Nothankyouletter Kirk, and spoiled rotten dawt; is in my humble opinion, totally illogical, and pure stupidity. It all fits like a glove. And this little smattering here, is a peach fuzz scrape off of the iceberg. I could type on with this for days on end, trust me, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















































































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Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

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I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new



Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few



Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew



We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you



You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two



I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue



While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe



Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you



We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew



But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



And I'm not giving any freaking fish away



VERSE TWO



So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea



And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me



Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty



And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me



And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish



You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch



I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled



So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed



Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled



People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day



But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay



So I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE THREE



They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand



And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand



Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died



The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried



And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned



Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound



Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill



A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill



The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again



Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay



And I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE FOUR



You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer



You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer



You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking



You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking



You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating



Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating



Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate



You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate



You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover



Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say



That you've been working hard out in the sun all day



Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay



So you're not giving any of your fish away





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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***





A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly. Click below, YO!!



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Jim Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How did you know all of this, Jimmy 1984 © ?









You cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told, over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean's Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump.





But this is just the start of things, as REALITY-THREE is the powerful idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event of various items, all works exactly the way that it does. Just why is the PE (Parallel-Event) in Roulette, without the house edge factored in and using the non-green 36 player numbers, what it is, to quote the great and late DAWN-MARIE DISHKING???????????????? Well B4U drop and give me 20 Spaghetti Bowls, or any wild 'BLACKS IN THE MILITARY' 1983 DRUMBEATS OF (STM) SPACE-TIME-MIND; let me not strip the gears here, and clutch in a bit and stay on point with this, as this is real powerful shit; and a man named Raymond Young, back in 1988; knew the potential true awesome inconceivable power, that is behind all of these totally surreal forces; and yes, I had phone taped conversations of him and me in 1988, and many other things as well, miss Lee; but now either the great and mighty FIBBIES are in possession of this, or else, the great powerful '~~FAMILY', I don't dare get 2 cute here, good folks or my kid will have my freaking head on a dam pike!!!!!!!!!! Yes, why indeed, does PE work as it does, and do what it does, and is what it is, OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS? Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will indeed begin to get told about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this force that I underlined and placed in a blue font, maybe should have been made into a pink font. In any case, I totally believe that some force in the ESS got into those characters they needed to use, and these were the REAL CREATORS OF THE MIGHTY STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW back in 1966. To convince me otherwise, you would need to show me the error of my ways. Even my talented super daughter cannot pull this off. What I have no answer at all for, or any good one at least, is why she indirectly is trying to do so. In any case, that is that, Mister Esolph, sir.













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It is not 87 degrees in Fort Pierce, Florida this morning. And yes, it is not chemtrails from 1987, at the American ''I don't like it'' Honda Plant, on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey; where I suffered immensely, at the hands of the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE while trying my best to perform my duties there, as a security officer; back in those lovely wonderful awesome emmereffing days. ''WE'' FRED TANDYSHACK DANGEROUS ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELD.





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We don't need 1983-1985, do we Mizz Ross, or inverted dates of Sarah Karge's birthday, sahwee, meant to say 1896, not 1986. That would be one hell of a teenager when printed up the correct way, Jeese Louise surfer Fonty, YO!



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ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER WITNESSES, AND I NEED A
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WHAT MAY SEEM IMPOSSIBLE TO BELIEVE, HUH KIM?


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.




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SCREW YOU JANE WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN.

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SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relevant 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan's Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-'80's, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin' years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the 'then' TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Treymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human flesh-worlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writing the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human percolator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally 'effing' with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).

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