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THIS
WAS ONE OF THE WORST FUCKING DAYS I HAVE HAD IN MY NEARLY FUCKING
CUNT LAPPING FIVE YEARS NOW IN SUNNY OLD NON-PARADISE FLORIDA, YO YO
YO YO YO YO, AND THIS DAY IS SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER FUCKING CUNT B-O-T-B-A-R!!!!!!!!!
If
the STOCK MARKET (DJIA) did not fly up 500 points today, then I AM A
MONKEY'S CUNT EATING AUNT, UNCLE, AND NEPHEW ALL TIED UP TOGETHER ON
A 6,000 YEAR OLD SWING SET IN THE AMAZON FUCKING CUNT JUNGLE
SOMEWHERE DOWN IN SOUTH CUNT CHEWING AMERICA; BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had an
inspector wake me up to come in and see if any repairs were needed.
The street outside was being worked on. The water was off and was
being worked on. chemtrails were all around abnd have been off and
on, fucking up my breathing and asthma and health in general. My
doctor has not allowed my blood pressure medication to go through at
the pharmacy, and this is not even one of those great Narc-Squad
(no-no-drugs) like the other one he hates filling, for my mysterious
unknown glandular problem and chocking condition. I spoke to the
insurance and the doctor's secretary, but got nowhere. The insurance,
'WELCARE', that has me; thinks I need to discuss with their main
office; filing a grievance against the doctor, for all of this
horrible recent mistreatment by him, of me for no reason at all, for
anything that I have done; and let them try getting me another good
local doctor, and get to the bottom of why he has viciously turned on
me the way he has, for the past two or more years now, and especially
recently in early middle August, at my last visit.
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my
true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES FUCKING
ASS COPYRIGHT OFFICE, UP IN WASHINGTON-13-600, DISTRICT OF FREAKING
GODDESS DAM ASS COLUMBIA; MY BRO!!!! The
ALMIGHTY EVIL WICKED MILITUFORCE, AND THE
{{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}, BY WAY OF THEIR ORGANIZATION
CALLED BY “MORIANITY”, THE ESS OR (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY; IS BEHIND ALL OF MY MISERIES, AND HAVE OBVIOUSLY SENT
EXPLORATRONS INTO MY DOCTOR, AS THEY DO WITH ALL OF THOSE WHO I NEED
TO DEAL WITH IN LIFE, IN ORDER TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIVE AND SURVIVE,
EVEN ON A MINIMAL DOG'S LEVEL, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Well,
shall we see where there dirt bag stock market went to as a result
of using their great evil tool against me, the mighty and reliable
mother fucking PAWM-PIE-ETTOS TOOLKIT USED BY ADVANCED TRAVELERS
THEY HAVE IN THEIR SATANIC ARMY, KNOWN AS TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS?
First,
let me open the blog up with time, date, weather, and opening
information, if I may be so permitted, Uncle Babylonian King
Gozzwald-Gottwald, great sir of 175 Latengrate-Peninsula Drive, in
New York, on Woodie Guthrie's great Islands!
SEPTEMBER
15, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 5:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 63% AND FEELING 93.
TODAY'S
TEMPS RANGE IS: (H-91/L-71)
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
DON'T
BELIEVE ME OR IN ANYTHING I SAY!
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!!!! What I don't get and I'll admit it, is it
should have been up 400 or more points than this, but I knew there
was no way it would stay down under the seventeens thounsand's
again. This was the pivotal deal for them, and why I suffered
today to GET THAT CROSS FUCKING OVER, back into the 17 thousands
again, that much friends and fiends out here, I
DID KNOW!!!!!! Also, try and remember people, this is old news for
me,.
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THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Yes
peeps; this was a very mother fucking horrendous monstrous cunt
lapping day for me. I was struck hard, and what amazes me is the
few points they got on their dirt bag ICPE-APE stock market.
Still, you all have been told how it really balances out to a mere
average of 2 points per trading day, so if they gained 400 points
on a particular day, on my back, by making my life a living
fucking cock licking total ass hell, this means that other gaines
and even losses, when all averaged out in one and five and ten and
twenty year averages, will be roughly 2 points per day average, or
2 PPDA. Still, with a 257 trading day year, that is about 2,570
days each decade times 2 points average on my back by using
ICPE-APE and injuring and destroying me and my pitiful pathetic
little screwed up fucking Bancrofter life; that is fifty one
hundred and forty points per decade, and per decade per contract
when a contract on an index, normally yields ten US dollars (USD),
is 25,700 dollars PDPC, (PER DECADE-PER CONTRACT) MOST OF THESE
DIRTBAG ENEMIES AND ESS T-3-E TRAVELERS AGAINST ME, have between
30 and 300 contracts, so you do the cunt sniffing mathematics, and
see how well they all are living since 1986, wrecking and wiping
out my pathetic pitiful Bancrofter miserable life. A quarter
million dollars every decade with opne contract means a quarter
million bucks per year with ten contracts. The majority of my
traveler enemies of th eESS have 140 contracts, I was told by
Professor Gawky Gaukauk, of the Teck Bay Mystery School on the
Teck Bay Shores of Province Olympia, on the great ASTRAL-PLANE. So
they come here and make huge money year in and year out, ON
AVERAGE, with total consistency, around 3 million USD, year in and
year old. Imagine a magical Harry Fucking Cunt Potter's Formula,
just hurt someone covertly, forever until they die, and you can
make 3 million bucks a year on the stock market with around 140
contracts of the DOW INDEX, give or take. Just cock licking
fucking cunt imagine such a goddess dam fucking thing, my peeps.
Still, the big story on action fucking news goes beyond even this,
lads and lassies, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME
CHAPTER
006
Fire
alarms are continuous daily events, one came right after my
inspector came and woke me up and left. I doubt I have listed all
of the shit that these pricks from HELL somewhere are doing to me,
one way or the other, appearing noral and like every day things,
but I know different. So does Deedee Anderton and Grandpa Rossboss
too, I PROMISE YE THAT, ROCKDROID BLUCRAN LURCH ROTTENBERRY!!!!!!!
Let
me take a great big fucking bite out of something here, Marcus and
Leticia. I weigh 295 pounds. This would be fine if I was as tall
as my hyperspace daughter PEE, around seven feet. Since I grew to
5'9'' and have shrunk about three inches in old age and with back
problems, a weight like this at my shrimpy height is called,
morbidly obese. I am going to have to stop eating a lot of my fave
foods, with ice cream on top of thaty list for a long time. If I
don't, with all of this endless death siege, chemtrails endlessly
poisoning my lungs, and stress levels off the mother fucking cunt
charts times ten squared infinities; I will lose my freedom and be
in a nursing home before too much longer, so I must now have even
less to enjoy and more of what little I enjoy in life, gone. Maybe
I should just sit fucking cunt back and wait for the inevitable
death angel to buzz in my ears once too many cunt chewing times,
YO YO YO YO YO FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
JESUS
FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY DOGSHIT
AND
OH
THE GODS!!!!!!!!!
Well,
you want to hear the big mother fuckiGN secret, I will gladly tell
you. Yes there are a few high ranking military peeps, and a few
government agency peeps, and a few family peeps, and it all totals
to maybe ten, and then there are about forty others. These are not
private average peeps. These folks make the world go around. They
are what many love to call, the MOVERS AND SHAKERS. How did I
learn this, you may wonder? Well, not from any local or distant
large black cats with white paws, and really fuckiGN cool ass math
and numerological Harry-Potter-Data systems. No sir people, I know
who you all are, and of course, Gawky from 1980 and his 495 number
coming out 594, or DIE turning into Rick Eid of LAW & ORDER,
the TV show; had nothing to do with me learning this. It was the
fact that, hay give me a break, you know I figured it out, and it
took just two most recent things for me to absolutely realize just
what's going on. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, hay Ron told me this would all
happen way back in 1990 and 1991 and 1992 and maybe in 1993. He
said, get a computer, and tell them stuff. He told me that he
would get funny faces back from them when he tried it. I don't get
a lot of funny faces, or Donna Fargo recording artists either for
that matter; but he did get two way communication. That's because
he was the County Prosecutor, and I am the one being persecuted, a
big difference. Whatever these mother fuckign bastard scum bag
jerk off ESS travelers told any of you EW peeps about me, you do
not live up to your so-called great imaginations and also, wanting
to know what real truths are. Because great folks, if you did and
if I was wrong here; you would communicate, and you would allow a
peace offering, and stop being inhuman fucking pricks right up to
the day I die. It must be the dope that you're all on, confusing
and blocking your otherwise morwe rational mind and thought
processes. Don't you see, I have about had it, and once I am dead
and gone, you won't ever ever ever ever fucking find another one
like me, and you will all fail, as I am the base, and you all know
this, YO, behind all of your shit that has made you so many
fuckiGN cunt eating billions of USD all these decades and decades.
You know it, I know it, and we both know we know it. I would be
willing to sign one of those legal docks where I could never sue
or seek remedy even criminally, the whole nine yards. But in
return after all you sickos have done to me, you will need to give
me something. Hay, don't make the deal. Very soon, as Moses told
the Pharaoh of another great Babylon, one thing will happen right
after another. One more plague, one more, one more. If you don't
the people go, namely me and with some remedy for all you have put
me through, well, YOU'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
I
PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
did say 1802 Robin Hill, and I did say 1980, and
yes, folks (M&S),
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980
and
yes; I also said KFP and maybe this is one reason I am hated. If I
was despised so much by you little asshole demigods, you would see
that I had a wonderful fucking idea, and there is nothing at all
wrong with allowing all of the public to both buy your stuff, but
to also for those who were born to be creative; be able to take
pieces and make stuff. No one was ever, unlike lots of you with
me; were going to be cheated out of your talents. You know very
well that a system could be made to take what I had, and what you
all have, and allow people like myself to create whatever we want,
and license it in the same way that any of us out here can, if we
had the money, buy a radio station, and play stuff, and royalties
would be collected all the same. I know how Donna the mighty
disc0-Queen did not like this idea. She said, and I knew it was
meant for me when she stared into that camera that time and said
how artists take a lifetime to fine tune their talents, be it
vocalists or instrument players or arrangers or whatever, and she
hated KFP, as most of you all seem to. But for all this so called
love of high-tech, you are all a bunch of 100% major fucking
hypocrites. Here is a chance to let those who wish to, not that
this is anything but a small minority of your purchasing public,
but those who enjoy creating stuff and using pieces of your
things, should be able to do this as long as nobody gets hurt, and
of course we all know I am speaking financially. If no one gets
ripped off, and all of those who need to be paid are opaid, then I
totally disagree with Donna, and any of you out here, or are
against my invention of KFP. Where are you wbhen I need you,
George foreman? Let me tell you a little story, George old buddy.
I was told by the Cherry Hill Office, about a decade ago when I
signed a confidentiality agreement with them and showed them my
idea of Optical-TV where ''selfies'' all came from as years past,
starting with the cool teen movie in the late first decade of
century 21, called, “13 to 30”; but I was told that in truth,
not one single inventor is ever helped, as Trudeau put it so well,
it is just always all about the money, at least THEIR MONEY. I had
put the dude into a trance without his knowing it, and admit to
this now to the world, to Mizz Bondi if she wants to come after me
for it; but here it is. Under my Harry potter type spell, he said
that to me, and hasd no memory of it today, John Zane, and Julia
Hallfman.
Oh
Diana, where are you my beautiful lightning?
GREAT
GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING. Like WOW!
On
Blogger since January
2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 the map processing.
I
Hurricane
watch/warning
THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for a year and a half, my awesome and wonderful daughter. Don't cross over to here, I will there very soon, lovely one!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
Oh
the smarter peeps, how they are putting 2+2 together, gee whiz!
If
anyone can find
me PEE,
it was my genius
daughter, WOW! She
did a lot more than find me, we are together all the time now,
when my body is not operating, and hopefully, that will become
pemanent very soon, as I do not want to stay here in prison much
longer, not when PEE and DIANA are waiting fo rme to be with them.
Well, actually, I am with them all the time, and just need to
focus my attention forever away from here, and this is one and the
same thing with having this particular physical body become as you
all would say, “DEAD”!
Well,
it's a third past seven this evening, and time for me to relax
with a little TV, people. You know, your stuff, your creations.
Don't get too big a head folks. Your creation downline from a
higher creator than any of you, the ALMIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE. My mom always used to ask me why I was so adamant about
the 'H' in Sarah, and the 'E' in Stacey. I did not know
consciously why, but that old code game was at work with HER, how
humankind removed the third letter of HER, not the remaining two
letters, not there, not in Somerdale, not in 1997, and not up in
2009-2014 where the nights very rarely get cold,
MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK
people, and HOSEMAN JOHNKING, and anyone else involved; OH YES,
HOW NICE TO SEE GOOD OLD ATLANTIC CITY is still there and
thriving, with 33% of those miserable rotten casinos out of
action. Maybe someday it will be what it was a long time ago,
beautiful, no mobsters and no gamblers, and just lovely beaches
and hotels and conventions, and great gorgeous women, am I right
1969 Misses all grown up me now Marola and your little pal Grant
O'Neil? Oh Lordy folks, I think I hear 'Mike McFuckingNulty'
coming!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!! Can we deal
with this?
Good
Lord and a quarter, William Lenny McKinnon. This man was as black
as the ace of spades, cool name buddy. It screams at me folks, day
and night, I can't shut it off, and I envy all of you who can or
just are so dam dead, you don't see or hear a dam thing to begin
with, YO! You won't make it disappear that easy, asshole. Hay
bob-FCC, you know what's going down!
,
as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this
present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with
anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more
than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is
absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened
in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As
things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed
with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in
Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most
powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going
through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit.
Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I
had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically
considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things
need to be done in this life to people who find out too many
fucking cunt secrets that are total ''NO-NO'' things to be found
out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite
fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me
to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these
horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile
up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote
the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous
untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From
Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph
peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me,
and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds
that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe
you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful
super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about, I
promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell
on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking
something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little
children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy
cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash
register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said
enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what,
what's being said buttwipe Mountainpen''? Well, there is still
hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really
one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral,
and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right
lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you
never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew
then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi
Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
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