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CASSETTE TAPE EQIVALENT NUMBER 25,838
To
all the Lindsey, Robertson, Amelia Bedellia Trial Lawyers of
Reality-3, and so much more, I have my own messages that need to be
sent out before it is too late, DDDDDD-sky-LALALALA, on any and all
Japanese war bombing levels of the nine-teen forties. Time of course
will never dream of permitting me, or the Microsucks Lightbulb
Hackers Club, to get into the specifics of this topic in all of its
completeness; still; we do our best up in here, oh wovwee-ol' world,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Dots
connect first in the PLANKREALM, then they naturally all work
themselves down into the next lower dimensional hyperspaces below
them, (the parallel universes of STM).
Such
are the vicissitudes of life, and no peeps, YO, I have absolutely no
trepidations nor reservations, about making that right and quite
austere statement to you now, here in
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE
1, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 2:19,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
100%, DOWN FROM 86 DEGREE HIGH AT 4P.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
sky LA. I always get my messages too late, some I get really too
later, oh well, at least I don't have that Microsucks Lightbulb
jammed up my ass, YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many
who have read my blogs over days and even years now, wonder why I am
in this mess, and wonder how I could survive something it were truly
this bad as I make it all out to be, and then go onto ponder the
deeper regions of philosophical mystery, such as how exactly, the
fifth dimensional jigsaw puzzle really do move all around, from dream
data to waking data, and all from PLANK or Astral-World data, or
described perhaps easier and better; just exact;y how does this
operate, as in if an engineer was to design a computer, an
automobile, or a great sky-scrapper building, it starts as an idea,
then gets designed and blueprinted schematically. So how and why is
the multiverse what it is? In other words, why exactly as
Type-1-exploratrons, (normal
dreamers) do we go to this universe, and that universe; and
suddenly just find our-self here, and there; or said as simple as a
first grader in a recess yard; what causes us to dream what we do,
and then wake up and live our life, and then repeat this cycle again
the next day, and the next night, and the next, and the next; and so
on? Nowhere in all of Morianity, until this very blog, peeps, YO;
will you see this topic touched on, and so now, to quote Lambrigger
(Leviathan) Johnathan Frid, AKA Barnabas Collins; “IT'S TIME”.
Everything
just exists, in a timeless space-less empty void, where only our
collective awareness exists. There is no dimension of reality beyond
US. This breaks down into a ''three-part-US'', for complex reasons;
and we're keeping shit simple today, so this part will be skipped for
right now. If you were placed in solitary confinement in the total
sound proof darkness, you would fall out of this and begin to dream,
way more often than you would as a normal person living a normal
average life. In total truth, nothing is real except US, the total
GOD-REALIZATION, as the mighty ECKANKAR religion would call it. Once
we concentrate on this and only this, we are right back in our true
state. When we wish to dream out and away from it, we create dreams,
(CREATIONS). This is the hyperspace. Part of us at our true state
pushes out to escape the void, so while we our in CREATION of our
dreams, all parallel universes appear to have this mysterious force
called dark energy acceleration. But as we become sentient beings
along the 4-D timeline of these various multitudes of creations; we
go out beyond our isness of being into an ever expanding space from
that point of zero dimensional infinite void, and as we do, we always
exist at the void which is us, so this is what we appear to be
dreaming into our dream-creations, as time, pulling all the things
that we push out away from us, back into us again, in sort of a wild
cosmic circulation system. This balancing item is the attraction or
gravametric pull of dark matter, or MIND, the true sixth dimensional
realm of absolute thought. We now in science call these other
matter/energy truths 'dark', because they are not visible. Light is
and always was and will be, simply the reflection of time. It is a
big mirror that allows the interrelationship of mind into dream
creations to have points and separations. In ther true plank where we
break out of void into, space and time are not needed for an
interaction. The interaction happens and that in itself builds in a
space and a time for it to occur inside of to make it appear real,
whatever 'real' really is; as only the void infinity of total
nothingness is real. But when we dream-down from PLANK into these
hyperspace virtually limitless parallel universes, we need space and
time to be there first, and then we use MIND too create a 3-part
relationship. This is also why in void, we really are one huge
collective, in three parts, ALL OF SPACE, ALL OF TIME, and ALL OF
MIND. Many religions have established throughout human evolution,
that lead many to a concept on this trinity or three-part truth, that
sees this as father-son-holy spirit. In more accurate truth, it is
mother-daughter-electron. But this much has been touched on before,
and you now want to start going into why it all works. First, you and
I are DREAMING it all works. Only the void infinity is REAL. Second,
it does appear to work in some random way, we live awake, then fall
asleep and dream into seemingly similar worlds only there are always
differences in these dreams to what is totally in some seemingly
steady non changeable form during waking life. Again, and it would
take a century to tell it, since this is all a lot of mirages, and
illusions, and parlor tricks, of our human awake brains. Still, no
limited size and number grouping of atoms and sub-particles can ever
reach a true ultimate random. Advanced Mathematics Dynamics, proves
out that unless that size is infinite, true random is never possible.
It will appear that way as what genius could solve a googalplex piece
5-D jigsaw puzzle in a ten hour test period? It is solvable, but who
could solve it, and if it would take linger than the timeline of the
entire dream-out, for all combined awake life to in fact solve, it
remains what morianity calls, a RELATIVE-RANDOM, truly a non random,
a discernible pattern, IF enough time permitted it to be solved only
there is not enough time. The 4-D lines are already dream before the
full dream-out from void even reaches the plank-world or
ASTRAL-PLANE.
Now
we know that a pattern order is why we have our thoughts, our waking
lives, our hyperspace dreams, and how and why it is all here, and
what and where truth is, but that just tells us something. It does
not show how to manipulate around in things, intentionally altering
otherwise happenings that would be different. I by second-nature,
have used the methods of reality manipulation, forever. I effect
worlds, people, and things on small and large scales. I am why the
Explosion Network, ran that first show yesterday morning, and then
reverted back to their regular 2003 and earlier, 'L&O' schedule.
For you to not see this, or insist it is all some freak coincidence,
is as stupid as believing in the tooth Fairy, off of the Astral
Plane. There, anything can be, and is. Here, Lawtronics stops that
sort of thing from being, “REAL”, here we are again with that
endless problem of the word REAL. Only one thing ever can be or will
be real, the VOID. Nothing is real, remember the trick here, NOTHING
is what is REAL, so yes, nothing is real. It's almost like reversing
a double negative in grammar, but it does go to prove a powerful
fucking point, YO.
TEE-HEE-HEE,
YOU MISSED ME; MISS SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE WITCHBITCH
JANENOTFONDAUOUONEBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did,
and I also hope your life is not as continuously mother freaking
miserable as mine is, 24-7-365-2422! This can stay as a
constant-paste-page, any holiday, any year. Sorry if I blew your
cover, I won't live long enough to understand why all of you enjoy
playing James Bond Screen-name; me, I just don't have anything to
hide. My life's an open fucking book. Still, I guess I will not hear
from you ever again, so Goddess Bless You, YO BRO! As
I said to Sarah when I was dreaming it was 1994 in hyperspace, in
middle autumn somewhere, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”.
Dreams
are dreams or having dreams, if you are a normal and regular
exploratron, and we are are some type of exploratrons, as we would
not survive in any universe, merely awake in one of them, endlessly.
Within 50 hours, the average person begins to already have some HSE
(hyperspace-effects), you know, the current time medical peeps call
it hallucinations and delusions. You begin to see and hear things
you would otherwise not, and on and on we could go with this, and
most of you know this is true. Within a few weeks of being tortured
by totally not permitted a second of ''sleep'', you would not be in
the universe you were being tortured in, any longer, as you would
escape it, via what current time peeps call, ''death''. I do not want
to go on with this. You either see this in the new light that these
blogs have slowly tried to bring this information to you, or you
refuse to see it, and that is that, but I've done my job in
explaining all of this, as simply as I knew how to do. From the
Astral Plane, you can indeed plan many of your basic 'hyperlives', or
dreams in the hyperspace. All of them are YOU, the realer and higher
YOU on the PLANKREALM. However, the lesson being taught today on this
blog, is about random verses organized patterns. As random as a
roulette wheel may appear to be, in a gambling casino, it is not. It
is always in a gargantuan sized pattern. This pattern is so huge that
no gambler would or could ever profit however, by using this reality.
It might as well not even be the true reality, and all winners win in
long run play by being LUCKY, and all losers lose in that very same
way, by being unlucky, during various stretches in their gambling
careers, or just simply on one day or a group of intermittent days in
their life playing the game. Being lucky verses being unlucky
however, is a complex truth, good peeps, YO. When you ARE lucky, this
means that a magnetic force not understood yet by people in 20134 in
this part of the hyperspace; are merely in a much better agreement
with the cosmos around them, and concentrically, being unlucky, they
are in a much better disagreement with the cosmos around them, or
canceling out the double negatives again folks, they are in worse
agreement. What causes this force around us, HALLS MARVELOUS
MYSTERIOUS OUTLANDISH FAWCES, to be McNulty-funny for a minute; to
decide what level of or amount of agreement to be with all of us,
instant by instant (400 time points per minute) with a tolerance of a
few percent; is not something I can sit down and type to you an easy
answer about in a quarter hour, or 1000 hours. It is no quick fix
deal to be explained, and hence, not something you can manipulate and
alter. You can learn to measure its long range moving curves with
advanced mathematical equations and then go onto plot graphs and
charts, and sort of predict better times to gamble, and times to
definitely stay away; but that is about all you can do to enhance
chances of winning money in a gaming situation. Changing the
''personal-magnetics'' of ones life; that is not a 1-2-3 deal, or
even a 99 trillion and 1-2-3 deal. I promise you.
Something
I recently heard on TV, was that if you stop someone from doing what
they are best at, it will drive them mad. It was on the L&O,
Criminal Intent; and it was genius Tom Reale Studerer who said this,
or the detective that sounds a little bit like him, my pal Detective
Bobby Goren. I am not making fun of him, or even of Tom, as there is
nothing funny about jig bag Thomas J. Reale. So I
will not make fun of him, but this pervert bastard messed me up, and
his powerful freaking New Jersey pals covered it up and tried to kill
me many times so I would not make trouble, then by successfully
getting me on the so-called CRACKPOT-LIST via my being on a mental
disability since late 1994, mission accomplished. I know for a
freaking fact that my family and folks surrounding my family such as
great almighty TAWF (That Family) from the 1970 Ventnor, New Jersey
recurring serial nightmares; are all totally involved in this
gigantic evil monstrous demonic conspiracy. Another man who roomed
with me knows, where there is smoke, there is fire; right wicked
Paula Uwich and evil Braxton sisters??????? Family values, what
values, you crooks? Where's Ricky Divis's HTHS dime, and my 9200
fucking bucks, and for that matter, Sarah's prison?????????????? How
peeps sleep at night is so far beyond me!
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MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT
At
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.
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him
for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed
and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel,
and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy.
Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction
with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the
Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space
with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and
bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard.
The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but
still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN”
to catch up on his latest blogs.
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We'll
get back to all of this, but first,
from the bottom of my
heart, I wish you all a happy NEW YEAR, as to me it is always all
times and all dates and all places, and whenever it is New Years Day
to you, then you will hear my message, and it will never be
accelerated, too late, or DEE-LA SCYLLA sung in any key, brand new,
or old, Daniel Trivial Mackey. I
AM SURE THE STOCK MARKET WILL FLY, AS IT ALWAYS DOES WHEN THE ICPE
TECK IS USED AGAINST ME AND ON ME, SEABOTTOM SIR, and you wanted to
know all about ICPE-APE, and then you VANISHED, POOF. Oh well,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
not once in th epast 90 days now, but TWICE, as soon as LIGHTNING
flashed near me, that manacing loud private large corporate asshole
fucking airplane struck me here at my Public Housing Building at 601
Avenue B, at the corner of Seventh Street here in Fort Pierce, Flower
Berrios Hidden Tape Recorders Florida, USA-ESMWG. This is the very
same plane that fucked wit me a lot back in New jersey, and
no ordinary plane can be stalking me through an overcast. Back in
Jersey, this happened with major regularity, and with patternized
precision clockwork if certain things were done by me to seemingly
freaking initiate this sick twisted behavior on the part of the
asshole WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, Mister Hall and Mister Berrios, Olympic
runner and multilingual song translator, huh Resident Manager Nate in
1989 and 1990, and tapes left in Atlantic city that started the
original Golf War, or the actual first military actions known as
Desert Shield, followed later by the same initials of course,
Donna's, Storm!!!!!!!!!!! Our military and our secret Cove Agencies
in our government, love to code-name their projects, and it is not
done by any means, in some random or silly helter-skelter meaningless
way. Nothing THEY do is without a very good reason, even hating my
poor pathetic miserable little defenseless guts for decades and
decades. 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOO', yes, SSJKK, you say it the very same way
at 2 and 3 that you do at 13 and 14, and the copyright office has all
the tapes now, since last July the third, as they had the other one
back in 1988 when I sent that for copyright as part of the project
called, Epitome of Harassment, Part 2, misspelled of course. This
is why the US © Office shows the letters [SIC] on both my Epitome of
Harassment projects, sent in 1989 and 1990,
so let me show you here by pasting it in from the Library of Congress
official records, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! OOOOOH and by the way, 'O'
with the long vowel sound, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL
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YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE
IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY
PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF
ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT
COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A
REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME
BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988,
IN NEW JERSEY.
THANK
YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME
WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE
AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING
ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL
YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING
ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.
I
GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER
DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON
THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS
COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN
12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI.
AGAIN, THANK YOU.
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EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
EXCERPTS
FROM THIS BLOG OF TWENTY-ELEVEN THAT FIT QUITE WELL!!!!
My voice is
fucking totally fucking shot, they ruined all my fucking plans to
sing on a vocal track today. It has been postponed. I am tempted to
sample U-MI, if you do not tell your bad boy there to leave me
alone, after-all, it is your song from SDJK that I'm doing. I can do
much better than back in 1984, this is 27 years later brown eyes.
My
other island friend was there with her daughter today at my work
site, the Harvest, view them, and all of my readership can easily
view me as well, at www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and I always enjoy talking to the 'Huntingtonians', as they all call
themselves, after-all, my 7th
Grand-pappy owned the entire northern SCNY, the other Sarah Callio,
huh McGuire????????????
I
am hungry and tired as fucking hell, and will now eat and crash,
fuck the world. Diana let me the fuck down, lightning capitol
Florida, my fucking ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who started this fucked
up lie-rumor aniwho, YO??????????
My
blogs at least are different than the regular boring routine, and
they tell a story that just might possibly, if ever taken seriously;
alter this world for good, not bad, because as things are on present
course, we all know unless total moron retards, that we are
spiraling out of control and into something that eventually we will
be begging the comets and meteors to come and put us out of our god
dam miseries. Think this is a bunch of Guff, Demi more and hubby?
Well, you are totally entitled to your opinions, Mashell Daniels,
and anyone else, as am I. Richard Barf 1986
Karpf, go play some cards, and start some new rumors, and words on
the street about me; you nasty sick scum-ball.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!
People
all over the world are living in a totally different world every
second, without even having to do one thing other than persist in
time through that one more second. Energy does not stand still and
our lives in fifth dimensional hyperspace are a result of this fifth
dimensional energy transforming and interchanging on this higher
level. No one today has a clue what is known 100 years from now.
After this rolls around, most likely in this universe based on the
progression of the past 100 years, nothing really will matter, and I
could even shorten this to a half of that time, but too many young
people would be quite unnerved if they understood and or believed a
word in these blogs.
Oh
my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 53.5 months, since my
last few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton,
New Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso's rental home!!!!!!
SHEEEEIT.
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
If
anyone can
find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE.
SHE
FOUND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''DUH''
''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH'' ''DUH''
WHERE'S
MY HYUNDAI AUTOMOBILE OF 2006?
GRUMPY
OLD MEN, HUH? YOU AND ME, RIGHT JOHN J. CROWLEY, GOOD-BYEEEEEEEEEE.
HOW I TOTALLY DESPISE HORRIBLE ROTTEN FUCKING CRIMINALS; LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COURTESY
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In
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and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
FOREVER
AND FOREVER AND FOREVER AND JUST
LIKE I TOLD YOU FOLKS, BUT DON'T LISTEN, THAT'S TOTALLY COOL AND
FINE BY ME, HUH LOVELY
GINA???????????????????????????
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 TOLD YOU THIS WEEK WOULD BE LIKE THIS, LAST WEEKEND, DID ANYONE
LISTEN TO ME?
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 MONSTER ASS GOD DAM
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!
1802
Robin Hill Apartments,
O---H
>>>>>>> S---H---I---T
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>>>>>>> S---H---I---T
1802
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O---H
>>>>>>> S---H---I---T
1802
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>>>>>>> S---H---I---T
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY!
1979,
WOW, where did it all really begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
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YES,
AREN'T WE GRUMPY OLD MEN?
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DON'T
FEEL BAD, SHARON, JOHN, AND ANYONE ELSE, I AM QUITE FUCKING GRUMPY
MYSELF. TIME ON PLANET EARTH DOES THAT TO YOU, A LOT OF TIME. NOT
THAT KIND OF TIME THOUGH, MISTER 'FUCKIGN' CROWLEY, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
or out of WILL-l
AM-ST-OWN,
in late
June, of 1996,
She may or may not have wanted to OWN THE LAND, OPRAH AND STACEY,
who can ever know what is in the heart of another, not even con men
like Crowley can know everything. Now as for my two great powerful
marvelous wonderful daughters, that is an entirely new ballgame, for
another soon to follow whittle bwog, good fwolks.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
cut the shit up in slices or chunks, it all comes out smelling
fucking horrible, good peeps. My life here in eternity is beyond
hell. I'll always remember Doctyor Howard Camping of the California
Family Stations incorporated, tell about a hell that one is able to
face, back in some sermon he was giving in 1983, shortly after I was
struck down with my mysterious chocking medical condition. This is
not a hell I can face, unlike circling around endlessly in some
airplane, Doctor. Still, Lenny; my message goes out to yet another
wonderful doctor who seems to know how to employ magical
'exploratrinitians' in his 1984 office; WHAT IS MY PROBLEM? 124-3 is
most likely a pwetty good place to start, but I do not blame the
great Scylla for being who she is. I agree with yet still another
person, Superman's father. I don't think a bird is showing off, by
flying. Still, Lenny sir; another person, and quite a lovely one if
I do say so myself, thinks it wouldn't prove anything. You go
Jennifer, you too lovely Tiff!
Well
lovely eyes, Betty Roaches Davis Dearest, ma'am; it is time for me'
ol' din-din, so let me see guu neeet, YO, maitees, YAR! Maybe I talk
in a land not my tongue, but I don't go around steeling note groups
as so many do, but hay, what can I say, JAY-JAY Evans,
BRO???????????????????????????
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006, (JC TAPE EQVT #25,705)
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
My
guru friend Ed told me about the old cartoon comic character called
Joe Shmo, the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging over his
head, then he said, as did lovely Amanda Disney in th elate
nineties, and I quote both of them here, “THAT'S ME”!!!!
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