MY
WEATHER-BUG PROGRAM WAS HACKED OUT THE MINUTE I TURNED ON THE MOTHER
FUCKING COMP[UTER, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, SIR AND PAL, AND NOW ON COMES
THE MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKING SHIT, FROM THESE BLACK HAT CRACKER
HACKERS, ACLU, FBI, FLORIDA AG PAM BONDI, AND STATE AND LOCAL PEEDEE.
MY DIRT BAG
NABE-GUEST FILTH BAG CAME IN LAST NIGHT AND HAS SLAMMED IN AND OUT
ALL NIGHT AND ALL DAY TODAY, AS I KNEW HE WOULD, TO GET THE DOW JONES
TO FLY UPWARD TODAY, AS I AM POSITIVE IT WILL, AND PROBABLY RIGHT
SMACK FUCKING CUNT DAB INTO MAJOR ALL TIME RECORD HIGH TERRITORY.
MY
LOUD CAR MUSIC AND ROAD NOISE ATTACK IS BACK ALSO, POLICE, AND MIZZ
BONDI, AND I NOTICE THAT THE NABE GUEST SLAMMER, GUESSED WHO OR NOT
GUESSED WHO; SEEMS TO BE IN TANDEM WITH THE ROAD NOISE AND MUSIC
FUCKING CUNT EATING ASSAULT ON ME, YO. This doing shit in tandem is
old yesterday's news with the fucking cock sucking MILI-2-FORCE, as
for over two decades, they will fly a loud private plane near or
right over me, and then I look up at it, and what is also right there
in my face but either a real small or real long CHEMTRAIL, so this is
not new behavior on the part of these mother fucking jerk off sub
scum trash chewing dick lickers, not by any means whatsoever, YO!
I
will be speaking to resident manager, DM again, but all I can really
do is wait and hope, that this will be dealt with. If it is, it will
be the first time ever in my entire miserable fucked up life that
something ever permanently goes in my direction on a positive sense,
and sense, my attitude that lovely Egg Harbor Township resident,
“TWINBAY” picked up on with me, at that meeting with Jennifer
Washburn and her colleagues, somewhere in middle autumn of the year
of 2008.
I
decided to go into a powerful deep trance, and went back into time to
the day that I was speaking to the lab-tech at the throat
specialist's office, off of Grant Avenue, in the great northeast
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1984, and relive as well as slightly
alter the experience. As I speak, my asshole nabes are shouting away
out in the hallway,living here is more fun than a barrel of cunt
chewing monkeys, all high on crack fucking cunt cocaine.
SOONER
OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS
ASS, AND MY ENEMIES KNOW IT IS ALL JUST A MATTER OF DICK LICKING ASS
TIME BEFORE THE ACTUAL EVENT FALLS INTO THE CONSCIOUS ILLUSION OF
WAKING-WORLD-HUMANITY!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, let me tell you what HAAAAA'PENED, Derrijo Exxon,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have a roll of toilet fucking
paper nice and handy, or get ready to use leaves and visit Roseann's
woods, as poor David Roth had to do that late dark night in 1989
after the strobe-light assault on us from a red sports car at t he
nearby Westmont High Speed Line train station where we were parked,
and talking about our so many horrific fucking woes!!!!
MY
ASSHOLE NABES WERE YELLING AND SLAMMING AS I WAS FINISHING UP TELLING
THE Q&A OF THESE TWO QUESTIONS.
BUT
THEN FOLKS, when aren't these dirt bag GUESSED
GUESTS ACTING VULGER, CRUDE, UNCOUTH, NASTY, AND
SELFISH? This has gone on now since the ending of mother fucking twat
tonguing March now, and is not going to stop without fucking
evictions, and these dirt bags have KENEFRIENDS IN EXTREMELY HIGH
PLACES and I know you all know this, so I will not baby or wet nurse
you with any of that bullshit, at C-SQ!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,802
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WORLD AND OUT OF FREAKING ASS HERE, LOVELY GIRL!!!!
MAY
2, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERFUCKINGNOON AT 2:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE * DEGREES FNHT.
As
you know folks, my fucking cock sucking WEATHER
BUG crashed out, when I came onto the computer, to do
this blog; so no temperature reading is available. It has been low
nineties with high fucking hum for days, and I am sure there is no
change today, with all of my other hell as well. All shit works
together, remember good peeps???
Well
it took the 28th mother fucking day this month to do it,
but now officially, more mother fucking BOTBARS than NON-BOTBARS are
on the mother fucking calendar. SAY WHAT, GEORGE JEFFERSON??? Every
single cunt eating day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, AND HAS BEEN FOR
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS, YO YO YO YO!!!
Sssssoooooooooooooooo,
Arthur Crane from Thompson Consumer electronics and later at the SORA
re-licensing test place, right down the road from Robin Hill
Apartments; what is going on here. Why is this mother fucker asleep
in a dream in a parallel universe, having such a blast waking up
inside my loud banging NABE-GUEST, and fucking with me all the
fucking time? Well, didn't lovely Gabby ask this similar question
about ringing doorbells, in Mariah Carey's super late OHM-9 movie,
LISA DYFIS??????????????????????? Let's play Rhonda from Jamaica now,
and explore this a little bit, shall we???????????????????
Here
I am minding my own business, all my life, not
bothering a rotten single ass soul, and the entire
time I persist here on planet Earth; this
shit goes on. Well, only an organized SOCIETY
of travelers such as these dream-movers, or T3E could pull this off
with such clarity, perfection, and yes, the new age no-no word,
TENACITY!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I don't want to just throw sound around and waste all of our times,
here on this blog, or over in Washington, 13-600-DC, at the great
infamous United States LOC, © Office, in or out of 1981 and my demo
tune collection from those days, WHAAAAAA-BIT!
CROSSED
OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason, and any
old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it onto the
Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the Moog of
the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into and
through, by going on with this same wild new music technology, after
Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his
everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent
brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where
the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass
MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed over
to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the filthy
disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating BOTBAR
ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR TIMES 2
AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO A DICK LICKING MOTHER
FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!!!
JANE
WHORE SHITHEAD GOT ME AGAIN, BUT REALLY, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. I WILL FUCKING CUNT ASS COMPENSATE FOR HER
EPITOMIZED PURE EVIL FROM 1993, AND HER HUBBY, BROADCASTER DIRTBAG
TT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAH, DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH, DO THEY
REALLY KNOW ALL ABOUT ME, GREAT ARTIST, BILLY HARNER, ON OLD
EX-PAL?????????????????????????
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HOPE YOU BURN IN HOT ENDLESS DOGTOWN, JANE WATER WITCH BITCH FOR THIS
ETERNAL ATTACK ON MY LIFE!
DOGTOWN=HELL,
BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK AND JANE WHORE GOT ME SIMULTANEOUSLY, SO I HAD TO
HOLD THE 'ENTER KEY' DOWN, WITH THE BLACK FILLER LINES AND MAKE A
PAGE OR MORE. THEN THAT CHANGES THE COUNT READING OF TOTAL PAGES;
WIPING OUT JANE'S FUCKING SHIT, SO THEN;
I GO BACK AND SECTION THE LONG BLACK AREA, INTO A MORE COLORFUL
FUCKING CUNT ARRAY, FOR MY NICE KIND VIEWERS, WHO PUT THE SHIT UP
WITH ME FOR 100 FUCKING ASS MONTHS NOW, AND BELIEVE ME; I DO
APPRECIATE IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!
YEAH, ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD
OLD MID LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this shit was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking
gone and dead forever and ever and ever and ever and ever,
folks!!!!!!!! As for fucking poor whittle me, I am stranded on a
horrendous COSMIC TOILET BOWL WITHOUT HANDS, FUCK THE FUCKING SHIT
PAPER!!!!!!!!
So as for my trance
back into 1984. Wowzer that, NASA, as you guys can build ships from
now 'till fucking doomsday; traveling in STM is way cooler and
better, with a lot less risks; but I did come out of the experience,
crying like a little fucking spoiled bratty child, who couldn't have
another handful of M&M candies because Mommy said it's too
fucking close to did-din time, Betty Eyes Davis Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here we fucking go again, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, another fucking (`~
HACK) YO!!!!
Maybe
I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a Sike Ward. Then off to get my
feast on across the great water company of Atlantic City, New Jersey,
the ACMUA, as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on and on, or
do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As far as the
great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD replaces the
current day internet and we all merge into it whenever we choose to
do; time in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace, under totally
different rules that govern over it. Http://WWW.ACMUA.COM/
Sup Sarah girl???
Oh
yes, that was quite a wild ride through fifth dimensional hyperspace,
with or without any plugs or horses or blog-bio's. SHEEEEEIT,
Dawn-Marie King, and thanx in more ways than one, for that lovely
great fucking, YO!!!!!
Yes, I was hovering over the lab-tech and her office that day while she was giving me driving instructions. I abducted her up to my vessel and we had quite a talk. She insists she will remember it despite my telling her she must not. I wonder if memories suddenly jumped into her mind, doctor Julia Deskdrawers Hoffman Shadows, little Amy Notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Real solid fans of the sixties television show, ''Dark Shadows'', know exactly what's being said here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Or maybe if I was Detective Ed Green on the greatest law show ever done in the history of American television, “L&O”, I could replace the YO, with BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit-cake, we had a cool talk, and she said to me that she did not drown when she fell off of the Steel Pier in Atlantic City. She dream-transferred. Hay Professor Kaku, we both know about JIS and JOS, sort of like a beyond-cosmic yin and yang. Jacked in, jacked out, right trashy landscapers and all Dogtown and non-Dogtown resident landscapers, EVERYWHERE, THE MULTIVERSE FUCKIGN OVER, crossed or not, huh Uncle Jesus, is this all a super mother fucking WOWZER or what, DOOGIE HOWSER??? CRISSAKE, BRAHHHH!
OK,
so why did the great ES SOCIETY invite me half way a month or two ago
somewhere, into their great almighty fold? Well, this was one
chapter, I learned recently from Professor Gaukauk, at his great Teck
Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia, the capitol province of the
entire PHASE-2-reality or ASTRAL-PLANE (spirit world, whatever Bob).
His exact words to me were, and I do indeed quote him herein folks;
“There are initiations and then there are games. You must find the
Leading Chapter through these magical three ladies, this was merely
the chapter that loves to all come and live as professional
entertainers, with no memory whatsoever of their realer society,
while here in my dreams and what most call their waking life”.
Another Macy Stacey Mackey ''WOWSER'', for the great Dock Doogie
Howser; and any and all
lab tech assistants he might have had
back at the end of the nineteen- eighties. This is why they all were
in this huge room and had so many musical instrument amplifiers
laying all over the dam ass place like an old SILO electronic store,
huh Heavy-Ernie from Highview of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, yeah folks, will it, say I
AM, STACEY, as you OWN it all, the land, and the flames
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doogie Wowzer again, Mister
Howser, BRO, and my pal Detective Ed Green of the “L&O”
SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH-OH, mother fuckers, THEY JUST HIT ME AGAIN
WITH YET FUCKING ANOTHER MICROSUCKS JACK HACK LATTISAW ATTACK, THE
NEW AND RECENTLY FAMOUS (`~ HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
THINGS PERFECTLY FIT TOGETHER, IF YOU DARE HAVE THE FUCKIGN BALLS TO
LET THEM, FOLKS, AND NOT LET THE WORLD CALL YOU FUCKING CRAZY, AND
YES PEEPS, THAT DOES INDEED TAKE A LARGE SACK OF BIG ASS BALLS,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MAY
1, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 8:33
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
DOWN
FROM 92 BACK IN THE AFTERNOON.
SHEEEEEEEIT,
it felt 100, as did I while outside, Bob McDowell Microsucks
Light-Bulb Hacking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
PIG SWEAT PEOPLE, A LOT IS GOING ON, AND EVEN IN I DO NOT PACK UP FOR
MEXICO TODAY OR TOMORROW OR REAL SOON, IT WILL BE A DEFINITE
EVENTUALITY. THE 'NARKSQUAD' STRUCK AGAIN, AND IF I AM NOT OUT OF
THIS EVIL EMPIRE BY THE 2019 YEAR, I WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO GET
THE MEDICATION THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AND FUNCTIONING. THIS WAS DONE SO
I WOULD NOT BE HERE FOR THE FUCKING CUNT HUFFING 2020 CENCUS. ANY
GUESSES WHAT IS GOING ON, DOCK PROBS-84?
My
entire life was ruined by these mother fucking great almighty
Kennedy's, and not just me, but anyone that gets in their way,
or they know in advance has the possibility of doing so, and believe
me, with power like this fucking family has, THEY
KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is the floor pounding
punch beat when you really could fucking cunt use it, oh wonderful
world?
I
asked Gawky Gaukauk two
questions recently that I want made part of MORIANITY and these
blogs, good peeps out here, YO! This is a major ass mind blow, folks,
I
promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''HATE
MY GUTS FOREVER
IF IT MAKES YOU
HAPPY
AS
HELL,
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE''
***BRO***!!
Thank
you lovely lightning (GODDESS DIANA) or really
SSJKK-MIDDIE-ISISCYLLA; for coming over to see me today at the
doctor's office. 1+1=2, no need me talking more about the opening
part of the blog, right folks, HERE WE GO AGAIN new kids, PP, and
daut, and all of you, the
2000 AD 'NARKSQUAD' strikes again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
computer has been attacked by Trojan
fucking horse black hat cracking hackers,
old buddy from 1972, Chairman of the Federal Communications
Commission, Robert McDowell.
The
secret shit I plan to tell, will blow the socks right off of General
Patton's mother fucking army at light speed squared.
Now
I have told already on many old blogs, how the JAPANESE
EMPIRE
sat on the hugest fucking secret of the twentieth century, and how
they tried hard to convince American troops that were captured by
them during World War Two, about this truth. You will see this
clearer yourself as I now tell you some more about what we started on
my last blog. Be braced, and first, here is the Q&A with GAGA and
me, the magical 1980 black cat with the white paws. Cut me one Mizz
Leo from '85!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am dipping up me' din-din Mizz Davis, care to join me with those
lovely sexy eyes, girl, remember I don't need PC to be with anybody
in any way, PLAYGROUND of the world owner and distant asshole cuzz,
Delirium Tremors. Please let me on the merry-go-round, or I will tell
the other kid from ''heaven'' at the other park, King David black
snake slingshot champion. Patty's freaking candles, cut me another
one, Margie Leo, YO!!!!!!! Unfortunately
folks, that is NOT a total lie,
or for that matter, even a small white one.
Yes
Mister McDowell, this computer, like me, not LIE ME, HACKER TROJAN
SCUM; is on its last legs. When it dies, the story of Morianity is
then meant to be over since I cannot afford to purchase another one,
and Clayton Coins Harvest is no longer around, to assist me in making
payments, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. These are te things you must all come to
know and learn, life tells itself, it really ISIS with words 134 not
NORRIS KICKER, separating those letters in that magical 5-word
sentence, WOW MACKEY-MACY, and lovely great
STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAWKY
AND THE Q&A CAN WAIT, LIKE HEAVEN. I JUST WENT THROUGH LIGHT-BULB
HACK ATTACK HELL, FCC BOB MCDOWELL OLD SCHOOL PAL. I WENT TO TURN ON
THE COMPUTER, and something fucking happened that never ever happened
in the 4 years that I have had this fucking cunt thing. Some kind of
disc situation where half a million files were checked, and it all
had to do with this one file, Journal Tape 25,802. The printing on
the screen made that very clear. Never again will I do journals an d
blogs in sections, as it seems that the MIND is ONE. Internet, the
computer, and the UNIVERSAL MIND ITSELF
or the simulation that is all of this and that we all are jacked
into, Professor Kaku, sir and pal; obviously they have contacted each
other, and I am not in control at all of any of fucking this. When
MICROSUCKS and their crony phony bologna army of stink rat maggots
are through with me soon, it is a race to whether they will destroy
my machine and murder my mother fucking CIVIL RIGHTS OF FREEDOM OF
SPEECH, before I complete the major story about to be imparted to
this sick deluded fucked up planet-3.
MISS
WITCHBITCH JANE CUNT LAPPING WHORE NOTFONDAUONEBIT, JUST
NAILED ME AT PAGE FUCKING CUNT ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, AND I
KNOW I HAVE HAD 100 STRAIGHT CUNT CHEWING FART SNIFFING SUPER FUCKING
BOTRBAR DAYS NOW, STRAIGHT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
Now
I did the filler lines, and now I will do the fucking compensating
with five numbers, for her dirty rotten diseased one
numbers!!!!!!!!!!! Then, GAGA, it is time to talk a bit about you and
the two Q&A's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKER IS ALIVE AND WELL. You
may all disagree with me, and are TOTALLY ENTITLED TO your MASHELL
DANIELS 1980 OPINION. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Yes folks, They've
worn me down to a total frazzle.
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PERSECUTED MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR. MORIANITY BLOGS COPYRIGHT
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I
have lived under this assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long
enough, and then some; to know exactly how this all works, and how
these deranged sicko monsters play the game along with me, called,
''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''. But as my Journal tape eight
hundreds come in, this game will be major ass explored, my good
peeps. Thank you for staying with me!!!!!!!!!
The
whittle bastards didn't score their bullish rally today, so they are
pouring on a major health attack and a major utilities
attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
before I say to all of you out here, NIGHTY
FUCKING
NIGHT
GREAT
VIEWERS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
let me tell you a few quick fucking things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES
SIR AND MA'AM, I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS WILD UNSPEAKABLE NIGHTMARE
SINCE AUGUST 15 OF 1986. I AM NOT A PROPHET OR SOME DREAMBOAT ANNIE
WILSON MAGIC MAN, MOMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY REASON I
KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IS BECAUSE THIS IS SO ''YESTERDAY'S NEWSPAPER''
THAT IT SMELLS IN REVERSE!!!!!!
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No
uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the
conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was
very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at
175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my
presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is
March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
The
days of Hammonton, New Jersey were a story all their own, right Ann
King Silva, Stacey Collegemail Hamblin, and Edward Lynch? Long
story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9
room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other,
with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and
a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity
now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until
about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically
and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly
and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C
if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, YO!!!!!! I
reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use
the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable
system!!!!!!!!!!
As
for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that
is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with
the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This
was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula
king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of
PEE.
Son
of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey,
Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place,
oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He
just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape;
the second time you raped me; right news
media
who made dam fucking
sure that story was killed
as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not
all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
If
you don't want me to have fleas, take better care of me lovely
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, my beautiful teen-queen goddess, YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
GETTING
ANOTHER FUCKING (`~
HACK)
OLD PAL, SIR MCDOWELL, just in case you're interested.
Comments
You
shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human
lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she
watches the show.
DYING
UTTERANCE LEGAL DECLARATION:
IF
I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE, AND IT APPEARS NATURAL; IT WAS NOT. I WAS
MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED
BY ALL OF THE ENEMIES SPOKEN OF ON THESE BLOGS OF EIGHT YEARS!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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PLEASE
HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
MY FUCKING GODDESS; THIS HELL I AM IN, TOTALLY FUCKING
SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WERE MY NABES SO OFF THE FUCKING SCALE HORRENDOUS
ALL THROUGHOUT APRIL OF 2014??????????????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-187
MY
MATCHBOOK OF ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, HAVE THESE FOLLOWING ITEMS:
OWN
THE LAND, Q, CIFALOGLIO, RADIO SHACK, MONSTER-ASS, SARAH KARGE, NICK
CANNON, HYPERSPACE, LONG ISLAND, GLOUCESTER, TIME TRAVEL, PETER
HASSE, ROBIN OXMAN
HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS COMPUTER PRESCRIPTION SHIT
AND MY NEEDED ATIVAN TO KEEP ME OUT OF ETERAL SUB COMA DEATH SINCE
1983, AND THE PROBLEM TODAY AT THE DOCTORS
OFFICE???????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-583
MY
MATCHBOOK OF ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, HAVE THESE FOLLOWING ITEMS:
WILL
MARRY A TALL YOUNG GIRL, CHAIN, ENEMY, CHINA, SHORT, MASON, NOISY
NEIGHBORS, MARK MOHR'S SECRET DAUGHTER
Gawnum
study is no easy task, and is a skill that must be learned. It is
not merely knowing how to make the calculations of the 81 PCN's from
words and sentences. After that comes the REAL WORK!!!!!!!
'Sar-ah'
wants me to guess
the name of the guests.
She wants the entire world someday to do this as well, and without
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3, it will not come to pass. It may take
500 years after my death as me in current form, but IT
WILL COME TO FUCKING PASS, FOLKS, I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No Mister Foreman and Mister Gandhi, I'll TARENTEE IT!!!
Why is this so important? Give me a break. Those that won't let go of this UFO thing, are barking so far up the wrong mother fucking tree it is almost fucking ass hilarious. They are accurately seeking the same thing, but they do not understand EXPLORATRONICS. When they do, and when all of you do as well, now we will have a totally level playing field, without a bunch of gods throwing their weight around, huh Gary Mitchell and Doctor Freezerunit?????????????????? All the clues to so much are on all of these wild and great old shows, folks, but laugh on, as you are spitting in your own mirrors, not in my god dam face!
Another
fucking (`~ HACK) Bob McDowell, pal and sir,
FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the final thing of the night, those numbers from other parallel
worlds or in powerful (dreaming interactions) to keep you all happy
in cave-age 2014.
Those
numbers, remember them folks, 17,000 and 42,000, as in dollars, one
for a major weird outlandish automobile repair, and the other from
my 1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”? Well, that
incident in the book came from, yes you guessed it, what you would
all insist on calling, a dreaming
interaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, let us do something
with these, since it was after my 59th
and before my 60th
birthday come the 4th
of December; that this second number amount for some bizarre auto
repair came along, and we recently have discussed the numerological
up-number for ISIS, number magic dice 7, or 25, which can be 34, 43,
16, and so forth, as long as it adds up to a seven,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Take
the zeros off of these two numbers, and
we are left with a 17 and a 42,
am I right, lovely peeps??????? So let us do a simple addition and a
simple subtraction here, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
So
let us add up 17 and 42 and wow, do we get a 59, and super wow, if
we subtract 17 from 42, do we get a 25. We sure do, lovely
MIDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
freaKing Hannah love-juices, is this cool or what? Well, this ain't
fucking ass nothing, good peeps!!!!!!!!!!
When
we have sentences like IT IS WHAT IT IS, gas
me not, sir Steven Thefogg King,
one or two 'L&O' GEES; as gee willagars; on or off of October
fifth in twenty OHMATE, Misses lovely Marola from 1969; there are a
lot of things you can all play with; besides yourselves, when you're
all alone and fucking ass horny as all get out. Let me totally
randomly make up the sentence that first just comes into my head,
“The
red dog is shaggy and dumb”.
Not very nice, but that is what popped into my sicko brain, so
fucking sue me, dog-lovers, and JUJU! No, not hyperspace ZUZU and
her dam ass flower pedals, Mister Stuart, YO. Aniwho, YO, I
highlighted
this made up random sentence in BLUE.
Now
23 is the number of Apollo-Lucifer-Diabolis, or Satan the Devil you
might say. (RED) and (DOG) are words 2 and 3. There was a big shaggy
red dog that belonged to a family whose father was a buddy of the
man at the time, that my mother was dating, in late 1969, you know,
Mirrors Sidney, not Cohen, but Crown, yes Dick Wolf, you knew it all
along, sir, as you most likely knew about Ziggy, Marola,
reflectional time, and the eternal life machine of Mister Barber,
not Mister Bieber. Aniwho, moving along and finishing up for the
fucking night folks; they had this dog, and I was not consciously
thinking anything about this when I said to myself a few minutes
back, let me randomly make up a short sentence for the blog to show
my viewers. This dog was particularly unfriendly; a coley who was
not the friendliest 'Lassie type coley' on his best day; and on the
night that this man got real drunk, after a hockey game, that my mom
and I, and this family all went to, over in Philly; as the Jersey
Devils were playing, and I always loved this fucking hockey team;
but this man, Mister Hetrick; acted like
a super ass hole, and made me have a disdain for alcohol and
alcoholics from the age of 15
years, right on up; and then Dawn
Drunken King came along
to put the final mother fucking cunt chewing nail into my pussy
sucking coffin; Mister VAMPIRE-FRID of the
shadows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My pernt here is simple. This was
one thing out of 7 words that are numbered 1-7, and I could have two
and three and why not even four digit things, but what I am saying
to you all is that things really do connect, and whether you think
it is crazy nonsense as most do, changes nothing, not diddly fucking
ass squat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE YOU THAT MO,
AND WOMO, AND ANYONE ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME, BRAHHHH!!!!!!
Here
we cunt eating go again with another fucking (`~ HACK) Mister Bob
McDowell, sir and pal from 1972, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Memories
are all part of the same MIND PROGRAM
that is all the stuff all around us. The subject alone here is 100
Encyclopedia Britannica lengths long; I assure you. No one
consciously forgets one single thing as long as we are reasonably
brain healthy. There are triggers that bring memories back, as we
are not tape recorders. However, if you begin to keep a journal on
tape as well as listen back to it for 20+ mother fucking years, it
will produce an automatic endless trigger, sort of like engaging a
fucking switch inside of your brain, that is on full power as far as
memorizing your past, so long as it is in the past. As for me, it
caused me to have a near perfect recall, other than for 10 minutes
ago to ten days ago, and when that becomes a new-past, it too will
be as if it is etched in mental stone for me. Record your dreams for
six months to try and prove me wrong here, and you will get a mind
blow, but if you would rather record your life, do that. Then
as you go back, your memory consciously, will go BANG,
as if you never forgot it. It is not that the conscious fucking mind
forgets or even reassigns it to more subconscious regions, as so
many had believed for so long. Instead it is a delegation into a
land of, ''hay you must trigger me, and then I will pull it up, and
until you do, screw it; I will keep it submerged''. That is almost a
verbatim of what your conscious minds are saying to you and me, day
and night, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for using this kind of
TOOL, this, or PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or APE-ICPE, and so many others; the
main thing to focus on all of the time is that we need to be
wondering just who is really who, and all the time. If something is
out of character, and off, and you just know it, for crissake, as PP
used to say all the fucking time, YO, “GO
WITH YOUR GUT”,
sheeeeeeit, dam good fucking advice, my old
ex-partner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember
the magic word ladies and gentlemen:
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
Say
it once or say it 1,000,000 times, it still is EXPLORATRONICS.
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
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White
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Blue
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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
Collected from this official state registry website or page:
*No
representation is made that the person listed here is currently on
the state's offenders registry. All names presented here were
gathered at a past date. Some persons listed might no longer be
registered offenders and others might have been added. Some
addresses or other data might no longer be current. Owners of
Homefacts.com assume no responsibility (and expressly disclaim
responsibility) for updating this site to keep information current
or to ensure the accuracy or completeness of any posted information.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF
2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF
THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCJING TIME, PEOPLE,
YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS,
and more friggin' EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,801
MAY
1, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 1:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do
this (doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything
that ever could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM
situation.
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from
1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
There goes the fucking (`~) HACK again, FCC, Bob old pal,
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday afternoon
when you saw all the hell I was going through at the hands of this
evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!
You are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL
ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career,
you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic
super-girl JENNY JOHNSON.
WOW
Mister
Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee and
take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking
bullshit, shall we sir?
Before
we get into the heart of this REVENGE BLOG which will only be
starting a major conversation most likely with myself, dear
diary-journal; but let me post up my normal paste in jobs and then
to quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle
somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back
to this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from
NASA-CULT, or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from
these Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy
Spaceplatforms?
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of
slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the
universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of
magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess (SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in
a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals. WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL
12
local South Florida TV.
Note: The
image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county
due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and
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My
blogs, archive them.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further
explored, with or without lovely Jamaican girls by the name of
Rhonda. First, Miss Bitchjane, I am posting up some lovely FIVES for
myself, YO!
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Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does
this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of
earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell you,
so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres
Albert, YO!!!! I
PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this
all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on
the top.
As
you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping
yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several
fronts. In order for me to keep the promise that I just made to you,
my viewers will have to meet me at least close to half way, and be
freaking ass open minded. You have no clue at all about the fifth
dimension. Those who know anything are old fans of Marilyn McCoo, and
I am not speaking about her and her musical group of yesteryear,
folks!!!!!!!
This
is also known as the larger space that contains all of the virtually
countless and limitless universes just like the one we live in on
Planet Earth. This is only going to open doors, and then this series
of blogs in the 25,800's will go on and continue the discussion, and
do many other things such as show you simple ways to prove me right
or wrong, FOR YOURSELVES. Let us go back to the middle nineties, to
when I began dictating MORIANITY, as the OLD TESTAMENT, and started
my project. I did not do this to help humanity. I did this because I
was suffering an unimaginable hell all around me for nearly 10
straight years at that fucking time, and I needed to write something
down for officially recording my story, besides just the life journal
that I was simultaneously keeping, both on cassette tapes.
I
had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a
Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the
moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this
was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the
quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember
those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in
earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”? Now
we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican
exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the
second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT
WHAT IT
makes 134,
while ISIS
makes 25.
It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first
time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a what
car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal? Yeah,
a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills? Another car
was discussed by government agents or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for all I
know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when they were
connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under orders of the
National Security Agency. Cars are modes of transportation, so are
rocket ships to the moon. All things connect up for one powerful
reason. What you think of as things and events, and all of that; is
really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is finite and computable.
Still, that is not the subject for today's little discourse and
debate. Most of you know that th every first time that I took a time
trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16 years old in 1996, as
Morianity was being written; and that just before this time, his
wife's step father or real father to the world public knowledge, had
come to visit with me on numerous occasions at the Haddonwood Health
Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a cousin, never any other
relationship. He did not bring up the subject either, I did, as we
all know MC has the voice of a choir of angels all put together, and
I had mentioned how amazingly talented that she is, during the
course of a routine conversation in the swimming pool, as somehow,
and don't ask me how please; the topic of music, and what kids today
are listening to; all came up. This lace is just a mile down the road
from the psychic shop where after we no longer were in contact, Nick
took a mallet to one of my hubcaps, while I was inside the shop
getting a tarot card reading, by a gentleman named Steve. I also had
been there previously and got a reading from a girl named Sherry.
This all gets super complicated, and we have years to get into tall
of the particulars. Time is of the essence right now, as I am tired
and need to go off to sleep. Bob McDowell, the 'space-bar hack' is
real bad right now, kind sir, and old pal!!!!!
Now
there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this
Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand
dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money
amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you
something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect
some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in the
night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly, but
rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better that
way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing f this
information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of things
all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and tell
new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade give
or take, I had chikdren come to me who were not from this world, and
strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn that the
child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about a year
ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this made no
sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at playgrounds?
But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13 years, at the age
of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a job, and the details
are totally unimportant. When it was time to leave, I was in a hurry
to get home, and there was a large ladder that people were all using,
bolted down to the structure for safety, and no other way in or out
was available for use at this time due to some kind of construction
that was going on. When I tried to leave and go down the ladder from
a tall second story of a restaurant along a famous highway in New
Jersey and in a very historic well known town called Haddonfield,
where I also went several years to special-ed school there; but as I
tried to leave and got onto this ladder to go down, several extremely
ravishing fashion model looking teenage girls were intentionally in
my way and not moving, trapping me up on top, and I did not feel like
dealing with these silly giddy young kids of about 3 years or so my
junior, and I took one huge leap off of the ladder. But instead of
landing fast and hard onto the grassy yard below, I went down very
slowly like an elevator and made an easy perfect touch down, from
about 18 feet in the air. I was always a good jumper and enjoyed
jumping from high places, but never before this time in 1975 did I
fall at a speed not normal for Earths basic average gravity fields.
Now all of these thing connect, but you will need to give me time.
Long before I knew what resulted from my encounter with Exploratron
Paula King to use her Atlantic City street name in the late sixties;
Nick began to damage my property such as th e?June of 1996 incident,
and then began to come into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and
take me on special weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could
feel things like hot and cold and many other things. He took me first
to the past, then later, to the future. One trip was not that far
away in time, and another was, in fact it was before he was born by a
dozen years. Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is
Mack Kaiter Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to
time. This was a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in
Northeast Maryland, where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again
for 2 weeks in July of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is
ridiculous, and the other kids thought it amusing and began teasing
me about it as kids do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975
through 1981, amazing and unbloggable events happened to me that my
many long blogs merely have touched a tiny bit on, here and there.
But I will be telling a lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks
tick on by. Count on it. This endless persecution of me to keep that
mother fucking Dow Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is
either going to stop, or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a
giant fucking tidal wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983
MacInvondi Trump! Here goes the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell,
and the space bar and CAPS HACK and all of it is acting up worse and
mother fucking worse all the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total
violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights as a free
United States legal citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I could get my mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother
fuckers doing all of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes
while I slowly kill your families, and then abnd only then, would I
begin to slowly mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and
excruciating death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do,
don't ever let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking
pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I'm just being honest and telling
these jerk offs the truth, or 'WHATEVER'; Congressman; old pal from
1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total
secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not
because of any lawsuit. It is way better than that. Still, things
were seen and reported. Someone who visits this building was seen
putting weird round bugs into my car somehow, and I had to empty a
fucking full can of 'RAID' into the hot car and let it sit like that
after coming back from my errands. They should all be dead, but it
was seen, and my resident manager knows who did it, who they are
affiliated with, and yes, it ties straight to my miserable mother
fucking worthless rotten lousy family!!!!!!!!!
I
AM HOT AND SLEEPY. IT IS 72, AND HUMID, AND 20 PAST 3 NOW; SO THIS
BLOG FOR NOW WILL END; BUT THIS IS JUST THE VERY START OF MAJOR NEW
SHIT; AND NEW SPINS AND FACTS ON LOTS OF OLD FUCKING SHIT, GOOD
FOLKS!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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