ON
THE ASTRAL-PANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES. IN HYPERSPACE, I
AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS, THAT I AM A A
ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A PERSECUTED POOR OLD
DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG, THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE
ILL, WITH ONE OD UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE SICK
DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I AM NO
HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!!
All
of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately mother
fucking hard t please people and get along. All I get for my trouble
is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation, yet I knew
by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was real, and Jim
Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of this, that day
on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful comments and
statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote Gabby from MC's
great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I on the other
hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my miner years,
or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember? Oh well, in or
out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I wrote a song very
late in the year, that was copyrighted early in 1987, and was titled
as the full project, “You Call That Music?”, I admit to using a
little humor about miners and minors, not that all the gold in the
dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for sexual abuse, and
especially repeated abuse victims, am I right lovely Detective Olivia
Benson, and partner Detective Elliot Stabler? And now I ask, does
does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'',
Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?
As
some might have put it 501 years ago, Mister Christopher Blum, and I
now echo their sentiments quite clearly on this pathetic whittle
bwog, Elmer Fwudd; -----------------------------------------------
AND
VIVA MORIANITY.
Yes
I am sick as hell, and I have the Public Housing Inspector coming
over sometime either today or tomorrow. Some times they only check to
see that tenants do not tamper or attempt to disable the fire
prevention equipment, but if they need more than that, I am way too
ill right now, and they better understand that, or I'll go to an
injury attorney, they advertise continuously on television, and I
will find one, if they throw me out for being to ill right now to
perfectly straighten up the place.
The
big boys will take profits for their greedy selves for a couple of
days, maybe as long as a week, and then re-buy their own shares at
cheaper prices, and the SEC stands idly by, watching and observing
the past 30 years of this total criminal behavior, and does nothing,
as they did nothing to help my poor mother and I from those evil rat
fucking bastards, Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette, back in cunt
sniffing 1995. These are facts ma'am, and Sergeant Friday of the 1968
non high school DRAGNET TELEVISION SHOW, no abductions, no musicals,
no war cowards from 1938. Today will be the turn around day after two
days of profit taking, in case anyone is interested, as I already
know this. First, loud shit is out in my hallway ever since shortly
past eight this cunt huffing morning, loud slamming doors and
hollering crude vulgar shouting behavior, and so on. Plus I already
have been to five of the clock this afternoon, with a bunch of wild
hyperspace characters that I will tell you all just a little bit
about on this fucking ass blog. Keep reading this, please, you will
be somewhat shocked before this all is over, and yet I am not telling
the major shit, out of respect for many!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was in some area where I never have been before as far as any
lingering memories I could pull up. Suddenly I appeared to be part of
some kind of a work crew, and don't even ask what work was being
done, but I was younger, maybe half my age, around 30 as opposed to
60. The next thing I was aware of was that three peeps from this
universe where I now type this blog; were very close by, David Roth,
my videogame playing next door nabe Stan, and the great Pavarotti
himself. We all were doing a lot of hard and weird stuff, but were
being paid great money to do it. When the work day was over, I found
myself in a home I did not recognize, and an area in it, also that no
memories whatsoever could be pulled up about. Suddenly this
absolutely gorgeous and totally unfathomable young African American
female was naked and trying to force me to have sex with her, I would
say she was age 20 give or take a year or two, at best guess, and
yes, I had no memory anywhere of this girl, unlike the three dudes
just previously mentioned, two I knew, and one of course, I merely
knew of. This girl would not take no for an answer and was, to quote
Jennifer Anniston on her cool 'Friends' Show, “freakishly strong”,
and I am very weak on top of that. After she blew me, she got sick as
hell and hurled all over. I cannot believe Rachael of 'Friends' is
being snubbed by the Microsucks Corporation spell-checker system, but
she is.
After
the girl felt better, she told me that I am in the Naked-Highway
House, or the NHH-3000 hologram. I was not going to touch that one
and tried to walk out of the room, but she grabbed me and threw me
back down on the bed, and raped me all over again. A television was
on, and it was the final game of the world Series in 2008, where the
Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Team, had won, after 28 long years
since their last WS win. But as soon as the game was over, it
switched to a Mexican Bullfight, and suddenly we all were just there
as though we all went right through the dam TV set. Then I remembered
that this is what we all did, other than for the girl who was the
madam of several girls who were there to service the three of us. I
suddenly said to the boss, I don't want to be a bullfighter any more,
I quit. With that, my nabe Stan from here, grabbed a bull by his tail
and threw the animal at me, missing me by inches, and crashing him
against the wall of the fight area. In this interaction, he had
superhuman strength, and also in his spare time was with a local area
circus as their strong-man. The girl said to me, or yelled it from
the stands, “Mark let's you and me make a run for it and get the
hell out of here”. I then tried to do just that, and got as far as
just through one of the doorways out into small walkways, when David
Roth slammed me in the mouth, and all my teeth came out, and both
jaws were broken. He went onto say to me after hitting me so hard I
thought two planets had collided; “Mark you fucking asshole, you're
not screwing up this job for us, we need the money you mother
fucker”. I starred at him, blood pouring out of my mouth, and then
BOOM, I awoke or dream-flashed out of the interaction, finding myself
back here with hollering and banging outside my door.
Later
on today, I am going to buy some cough and cold syrup at my local
pharmacy at route One and Ohio Avenue, the Walgreen's place. I will
also buy some Publix ice cream to keep my throat feeling better.
These mother fucking jerk off enemies, to quote my old 1999 friend,
Helen Zebriski, really “Got
me good”.
This is what she said after her daughter Andrea's friend, just
fourteen year old Keisha, had fractured my right upper arm in two
places, making a cracking sound that literally echoed for three full
seconds, all over the garden type apartment courtyard drive and park
area where we all were standing around and just hanging out, after
Helen and I had come back from Atlantic City, New Jersey. I have
always had weak delicate arms, and lovely goddess Keisha was a giant
jet black beauty queen that I fantasized about taking out of state
and marrying her since the day we met, and she would have said yes.
But let me now get my minds out of the sewers of good old France,
right old 1972 friend and educator, Antoinette Rabil?
THANK
YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT ME YESTERDAY, BEAUTIFUL
WONDERFUL LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA,
IWALU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, both in 1983 and in
2014, and in forever, my great blond teen!!!! Yes
ladies and gentlemen, after I posted my last blog, she came around me
AGAIN, and made lovely awesome colors for her little boy, ME, Amanda
Disney, not you, HA HA HA!!!!!! No Hyper Space Me's, no High School
Musicals, and boo-hoo-hoo; no lovely luscious Ashley Teasdale's
either, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is already 83 now at 10:10 this turd chewing morning folks, with a
humidity of 85% and a heat index of 93 degrees, YO! Oh well, happy
happy sunny paradise FLORIDA, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
seeker will always be shown, if he or she is legitimate and not
planning on doing anything for the general harm of all the rest of
us, as it is all the rest of us who are supplying this seeker with
his answers, by all we say and do or don't say or do, and any tiny
little thing that goes down around us 24-7-365.2422. You can ignore
this truth and scoff it off, but it is like saying you are a kangaroo
and no matter how hard you insist on this, you are not a kangaroo.
Again, John Henningsen and his simple yet fantastic marvelous words
of Beatles Wisdom or just maybe his own wisdom, as most things in
this bullshit all around us, are indeed just that simple, until all
of us get together and volunteer to make it become the quintessential
complexity, BRO!
Why do I talk
about the great fifth dimension so much, many ask me, a lot of you
have, in my 'dreams' or you in hyperspace. Same diff. Well, because
it is there, and because I am having difficulties in eternity because
of it, and find myself stuck endlessly, playing a game with a really
beyond inconceivable goddess named Sarah Krassle, called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, as you all should by now be completely
aware of, YO. Marilyn McCoo has nothing whatsoever to do with any of
this, however; is is strange that she and her peeps in the middle
sixties, chose the name for their music band, the FIFTH DIMENSION, I
mean, even the fourth one was not talked about very often, not back
then, in the sixties, cut me a freaking break here willya', 1985
Caldor Margie Leo?????????????
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