I
HATE COMPUTER HACKERS
CHAPTER
003
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT
FWUDD!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the gods, where will this all lead to, besides TJ-MEXICO, YO?
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT MISTER 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 IN THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A
MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP-ESS) EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Hello,
beautiful new BLUE-MOON behind the orangy moon. I see you up there
over the magical school of the great powerful ES and ESS. You are
so lovely. All you lovely moons are lovely.
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur
Crane, they want to murder me for REALE now, huh, well they always
did, old pal. They merely stepped on the mother fucking gas pedal
a bit heavier in 2014. So far I am still alive and here and taking
it. I could sure use your help to put an end to this very wicked
demonic evil empire for destroying an innocent person's entire
mother fucking life. TANKS, PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Yes
the GAP MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 IS OVER, BUT IT SHINES SO
NICELY ON THIS BACKDROP, THE BRIGHT GREEN SLANTY LETTERS OVER THE
DEEP JET BLACK, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I
fucked up and I said that some of my open office documents went
missing, and when I am wrong, I own up to it and admit to it, as
mama taught me. I was no fucking angel, and was not always taught
once or twice. But after once or twice, I was taught by learning
to get become quite well acquainted with Mister Wall number one,
number two, and yes, number three and four as well, you and I know
remember how it went, right old pal, Al Roker, from all necks of
the islands and woods, small, great, and 'whatever'. For those who
doubt my true past with many powerful known people of today, why
not ask the great mighty FBI, who busted into me' ol' twailer a
decade or more ago, in Mullica, New Jersey with a secret FISA
WARRANT, and did more than examine my personal address book, Vance
Senator Thompson Grody Mortgage!
I
was one month at 1802
Robin Hill,
and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I'll bet Doogie Howser
remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into
humankind's consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND,
in more ways than one, if a wee bit of 'NY-SC humor' is permitted
me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon, of great
prophets and visions, huh
traveler Saint John?
Cut me a big ass break; willya, Margie 1985 Leo; kammaan?????????
Poppas Island 1,923 years ago, gimme
a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT
RIDERS of the AAT CLUB.
Like freaking WOW!
HOW
ABOUT SOME FAKE FOOTBALL, AND A NICE
JUICY TECHNO-STEAK, OVER AT LONGHORN.
I HEAR IT TASTES MARVELOUS AND GREAT, COUSIN. LET'S GO SOMETIME! I
PROMISE NOT TO DISCUSS ATL***TIC ***.
So is it
Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas, and for that matter, why
does it matter so much to human mortals what day the fuck it is
aniwho? Watch that cheese whiz Hannah and Jack McCoy. If I had my
CUPPI, there would be a FOR SALE sign at Broad and Wall Streets
within two weeks. Can anyone of you out here make such a bold
audacious mother fucking claim, and anyone who ever wants to
disprove me, can do so, and the big boys all know this, and
shudder like little tiny fucking scared mice in a room of very
hungry and large cats!
Blog ArchiveAbout Me, BLOGGER MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now transport my mind to late in 2014, and WEEEEEEEE; here I am up here in the future on THANX2GIVENS DAY.
the
kids on the swim team would say; “look, that is so way cool”.
Once, I went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot
flippers, and still, it is simply cool.
The world would not know spiritual
realities, or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up
and bit them straight dead center on the ass. The
Millionth Council has some good entities in it, but one
third of them R called the Briggers. They
own our business world, and Wall Street; and some secret sects and
cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got
Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing,
none of this is fictional; and this world
soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFINITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t
even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and
the gods do not totally believe some of what I say; but I
know the truth!
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Oh we're far from being all done with this.
There is more yet to come!!!!!
SO
TELL ME LAZERUS OLD PAL, IF IT NEVER EVER CHANGES AND STOPS; AND
IT IS HORRIBLE BEYOND ANY POSSIBLE FUCKING DESCRIPTION; WHY
DO YOU SEEMINGLY REFUSE ME THE SAME RIGHTS YOU APPEAR TO HAVE,
BIBLICALLY, TO BEG FOR A DROP OF WATER FROM THE POOR MAN'S
FINGER, TO TOUCH MY SQUELCHED ULCERED TONGUE???? I LOVE THESE
'FUCKIGN' CHRISTIANS WHO KNOW THE BIBLE SO WELL. I
JUST REALLY LOVE THIS FUCKING SHIT. DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME
I AM NOT IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, JUST BECAUSE I OVERCOME AND
SMILE IN PUBLIC; AND PUT ON THE DAM ASS DOG A LITTLE BIT FOR
SOCIETY, WHEN I CAN. WHEN NOTHING EVER EVER
EVER EVER EVER EVER CHANGES, THAT'S HELL!!!!!!!!!
UH-DUH-DUH-DUH;
COFFEE'S BOILING OVER!
I
DEMAND MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JJJJJJJJJUMP
HHHHHHHOW HIGH TTTOM REALE? If you'd offered up your gorgeous
girlfriend, YO, I would have stayed there, you mother fucker. You
wouldn't know what the fuck to do with a girl!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF
THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME,
PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS
Oh the gods
yes folks, and EXPLORATRONS,
AND IT IS
WHY
PEOPLE SLEEP AND DREAM.
Forget
about every other fucking shit eating thing I ever said. That
machine I bought from IMMC in December of 1982 began an entire
outlandish set of circumstances, and I do not see why I cannot get
any help or any answers, however I am no fucking retard. Reality
is reality, and simply put, I CANNOT. But try and see why I
perceive this to be, sarcasticly of course, such a wonderful
fucking world, YO!
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
Sorry
to awaken you all from your nice peaceful slumber, but Bugle Boy
from Company B, Bette Midler, and the lovely Andrews Sisters need
your attention. Any relation, BOB?????????????????
Mary
the psychic on the White Horse Pike, always said to me when we
spoke in the late eighties and early nineties, and I'll quote her,
“Get rid of the machines”. Mary me' ol' girl, it was already
way too late, and you too Ernie Merker and James Stuart. Ain't
mother fucking life WONDERFUL, with or without any cement
businesses and elevator rooms, YO?????????????????
Yes,
there were a few machines, but it all started slowly getting put
together in a different way, through the telephone system, after
my contact was made with the great IMMC, so read on. If you enjoy
getting a bit high, you might weed on, but either way, I don't
need to know about that. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCN!!!!
I wrote these
words on Halloween of this year. Right after I declared war on
that level, they declared war on that same level with me,
something that has been an ongoing TIT FOR TAT thing and is
registered as a real thing happening with me in th elate eighties,
in the united States Copyright Office. Anyone who thinks this
does not exist has no room to talk unless they go there and check
me out. It is like voting. If you don't fucking vote, then shut
your fucking mouth about politics. My teacher, Mildred Young said
this to the class a lot in the autumn of 1972, without the cuss
words!
Here
is a flash quick synopses of things already not published since my
blog is on life support and no real public seems to have one bit
of interest. I am presently collecting people and things, that I
can take to a trusted source to prove a pattern of my destruction
has been ongoing since I was in mother fuckiGN high school, or
better said, removed from high school. Actually, I can back it
all up a lot further in time, as the
NJNPI or the Princeton sike Ward
for short, in 1965 and 1966; was
my first real encounter of the hellish kind with my WOMO ENEMIES
and their desire to totally and ruthlessly do me fucking in, and
making absolutely no bones about it, whatsoever.
All
this time, nine years of blogs, I was too dumb or to busy later
into this, up until last night, to try going up on the net to
research the great people who made my PRIVECODE
MACHINE. All I am left to say right now, is the word,
WOW, which both Joanna in 1979 and my daughter in 1994, said so
cool, with that long middle letter 'O' sound, the © Office has
the tape of one of these two, I did not tape my hooker.
InterDigital
From
Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
InterDigital,
Inc.
InterDigital
develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and
services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic
relationships with many of the world's leading wireless companies.
Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ
and is included in the S&P
MidCap 400 index.
InterDigital
has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent
applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and
conducts independent research and development in various areas of
wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video
streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various
standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.
The
company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance - a
coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to
improve the quality of patents granted.
ContentsCorporate history[edit]
Locations and other data[edit]
InterDigital
offices are present in Wilmington
Delaware,
King
of Prussia, Pennsylvania,
Melville
New
York,
San
Diego
California
in USA,
Montreal
Quebec
in Canada,
and London, UK.
InterDigital's
business is focused on licensing their patents that have been
contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in
conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license
technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into
Infineon
chips that were in Apple iPhones.
The
company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an
accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts
that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to
the communications industry.[5]
Gil
Amelio,
former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital's Board
of Directors.
See also[edit]References[edit]
External links[edit]
Ladies
and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog
from 2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the
opening of this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial,
pivotal, and pertinent. Study the history of the great
INTERNATIONAL MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION,
and now of course, changed to InterDigital,
Inc.;
and remember how
“SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF, BY ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR,
AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY;
was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss at a diner
in Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of
Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn't hit your “MIND”,
then I don't understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it
is so totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake
New York County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television
law show to ever be made in the history of entertainment and
modern day television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences,
and the local 27 Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of
them; it is so totally OK and cool for them not believe in one
coincidence after another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain't
mother fuckiGN allowed or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya'
fat ugly old shit head!
I
also remember distinctly telling all of you, that the DOW JONES
STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP A THOUSAND POINTS, ABOUT A WEEK OR SO
BACK, AND SURE ENOUGH, ASK ANY BROKER OR SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, IT
HAS GAINED 1000 POINTS SINCE I MADE THAT CLAIM. I KNEW THIS
OVERKILL-PERSECUTION OF ME BACK THAT WEDNESDAY, WOULD SPARK ALL OF
THIS, BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT OCCURRED BACK IN EARLY 2009 IN THE
SPRINGTIME, NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK,
JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME, AT THEIR CONTROL OF
COURSE; AND THEN CAME THAT BEYOND HUGE SIMULTANEOUS ASSAULT ON ME
WITH PLANES FROM ABOVE AT DIVE BOMBING CRASH LEVEL, WHILE A SUPER
HUGE GANG OF EVIL UGLY MOTORCYCLISTS RODE BY SO LOUD MY EARS WERE
STILL HURTING HOURS LATER, EVEN WITH MY CAR WINDOWS ALL ROLLED UP.
THIS WAS AFTER THE DAY HAD BOTTOMED OUT AROUND THE 6560 LEVEL, AND
SHOT STRAIGHT UP TO DOUBLE AND TRIPLE, AND EXACTLY AS I BOTH KNEW
IT WOULD, AND SAID IT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WOULD,
PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really don't have to be some
huge Satan worshiping sixties rock band like the Black Sabbath, to
know and remember stuff like late February of 2009, skating rink
death persecution, Fort Pierce Wednesday death persecution,
backward masking, subliminal effects, or coded numbers and words
being placed onto my blogs, by the only people who possibly have
this much power to do so; the evil USA
EMPIRE, or
THAT
EVIL FAMILY
from 1970, and HELL! Both times I played Black Sabbath
Numbers-games on my blogs; with the family, and their friend Linda
Lee Norman Arm-Twister Eric-Teller, and I got pummeled and reamed,
cubed!!!! Let me go resurrect my mom now, and set up some
solitaire
cards for
her, to get her great Somerdale Death House messages, again.
First, as I said lovely Gina: PROPS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
MARCH, IT WILL BE 25,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 30,000, AND BY THE END
OF 2015; IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I WILL
GUARANTEE THIS FOR YOU!!!!!! ALSO, YO; I KNEW WHEN THESE DIRT
FUCKING BAGS WERE REALLY POURING IT ON ME, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE ALWAYS
AND FOREVER, MY GREAT MARVELOUS FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS
MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
MAJOR NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING
ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME,
AND BEYOND BRUTAL CUNT LAPPING HELLISH-DEATH-SIEGE
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!
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.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT
OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!! All of my nightmare fucking
shit, totally reminds me, of the great wild story told, on the
internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, of so
many unexplainable things, yet they seem to have a fucking ass
commonality to them as do many if not most all supernatural events
in general, and anyone who is into this shit, knows I am being
100% true and accurate here with my words; not 99.9999999!
How
many secrets about many of them do I know, that
they wish to the gods I did not know; and making that
vulgar show, is no more than non-military equivalents of
disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell,
and prove.
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? BOTBAR = 1986; you geniuses.
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
FOR
NOW; NOT FOREVER!!!
There
is so much to speak about, there is nowhere to begin. We must talk
about REALITY-3 as well as the MIND-REALM or sixth-dimension, in
fact they are quite the kissing cousins. No matter how much wisdom
I appear to gain as year follows year, I am never an ounce or an
inch closer than when this all sprang into the hell that it is all
around me; closer to figuring out how reality-3 figures into the
entire freaking mess of it all, nor can I understand the most
basic truths that exist in the great ELEVATOR-ROOM that these
blogs talked about in the middle and late twenty-ohs. For one
quick and obvious instance and case, why is it that as hard as I
try to avoid seeing the time or machine counters or anything, with
a string of ONES IN THEM, in fact, I DO, over and over and over,
with absurd regularity? And why did Miserable Rotten Jane do that
to me in the first place, at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park,
back in 1993? Why is this all happening since 1980, with the
mysterious SCYLLA TREE ANGEL, or was it 1972, or was it 2008, or
was iy 1986; and you can see how this would blow the minds of even
the greatest scientific thinkers of present times, right down to
the Quantum Dynamics dudes and duddesses in the biggest greatest
laboratories the world over. WHY, WHY, and WHY? Remember in
grammar school days, people, how we would meet that super annoying
little brat, boy or girl, who either repeated what you said no
matter what it was, or just came back no matter what you said with
that same question; “why”? I know I sure do. I blackened a
kids eye for doing this while at some playground in the sixties.
Still, this changes nothing of what is being spoken of. Probably
the greatest compliment ever paid to me, was from a very special
person, I know deep down who it was, and whether this be true or
not, I only wanted a shot at getting this information out to the
public so that they could then decide for themselves whether to
just chuck it or do anything with it at all. Thanks to a lot of
hooligans and shenanigans in the criminal justice system and with
the Atlantic County New Jersey Office of the Prosecutor, back in
2009, this website is forever lost and gone, along with all the
other wild and powerful stuff that would most likely vindicate me
in so many things, no matter who tries to send me subtle indignant
messages day and night, how wrong I am in all of this. Basically,
you can go straight to Dogtown, my friends, whoever ye may be. If
I cannot overcome how R-3 fits into parallel event, and the
weapon-tool of the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE, called the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS; or ever get one inch or ounce closer to
understanding simple things like the ONES ATTACK OF SLUT-FONDA;
well; just tell me people; how am I supposed to ever accomplish
anything at all? And this is why I am 60 years old, with a
zero-resume to my name, not for lack of major determination, guts,
blood, sweat, tears, and desire! Anyone who thinks I am just a
lazy bum, only knows my life since I began blogging in January of
2006. You don't know Whoopee Diddly about me before that, and you
never will, and you know why? Because you never wanted to, and you
never will want to; and you know why? Because some force called
the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS is interfering with an otherwise normal life I
would be having, if they weren't totally screwing the hell with me
24-7-365.2422!
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KIND
FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE
WILL FREAKING TOUCH IT. IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE. 'WO',
BILLY; TO QUOTE YOU.
I
was one month at 1802
Robin Hill,
and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I'll bet Doogie Howser
remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into
humankind's consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND,
in more ways than one, if a wee bit of 'NY-SC humor' is permitted
me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon, of great
prophets and visions, huh
traveler Saint John?
Cut me a big ass break; willya, Margie 1985 Leo; kammaan?????????
Poppas Island 1,923 years ago, gimme
a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT
RIDERS of the AAT CLUB.
Like freaking WOW!
MY BLOGSAbout me
Contact
me
On
Blogger since December 2011
About me
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also
at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay,
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!
///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
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 covert junky trashy horrific
things; my inability to get to the bottom of whether reality-3
causes parallel events to exist, or the other way around; is the
main part of what lies underneath and out beyond this 30-60 year
pummeling assault that is absolutely unrelenting. I have
experienced the great void, and visited the mind dazzling
elevator-room, and still, I am no better off for wear, give me a
break, Mister Kitkat. This makes as much sense as being back where
I socked that dumb ass kid in the eye for saying “why, why, why,
why” over and over to me for about a half of a freaking hour.
OH
LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968
WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Well,
their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard
me, They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406
Highland Avenue, back in July of 1984, through March of 1985, when
I left Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great
marvelous untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW
JERSEY.
My
pal, and Chairman
of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972,
at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms,
belonging to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they
belong to, and Y? Ouch, my dam eye, YO! I really miss the Johnny
Faster joke!
When
the red leaves fall, I'll be coming home; in or out of the year
of 1975; great
wonderful Congressman Andrews,
AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
{{{{(((''BUT'')))}}}},
WILL THE LONG RIVERS KEEP FLOWING BLUE, IN 1980 AND IN 2014, HAY
OLD BUDDY, TALK TO MY PAL HERE, YOUR TEAM MATE, I DON'T WANT THE
LAKE TO POLLUTE MY COUNTY ALL TO HELL, YO!
Oh
were those the day Bob, when you sang my two country demo tunes,
and I was moving into Robin Hill Apartments at unit #1802, on May
1, in 1980, seems like twenty mother fucking minutes ago, my pal,
my best to Al Pillegi and Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh boy this
cool snap is beautiful. When the week began, one day was 90
feeling 96, followed by 86 feeling like 90, and then it got nice.
WOW, even I am starting to miss the forbidden white stuff, huh
cramps gramps Bobby, father of Geraldine Snow Mason, as well as
Edward from the NSA.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
`OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
Yes, stop
knowing too much, Marcucci and the Educators of the ESS. Man do I
have fuckiGN jerk offs slamming away this asshole day, but lately,
I have to deal with this shit again. FUN FUN FUCKING FUN, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know how
powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT
EATING HELL ELSE, YO?
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you want some wild information, you say. I have a ton of it, not
that you'll believe much of it, friends and fiends. Here is just a
little tiny bit of it, ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NO IT IS MOST DEFINITELY
''NOT'':
OCTOBER
30, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 4:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 62 DEGREES.
BUT
HOW
I JUST FUCKING LOVE THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I'M
LOVIN' IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS!!!!!!
BUT
IT IS WAY COOLER NOW ON T2GD
MY BLOGS:
Good
old Robin Hill Apartments, Mister D. L. Smith!!!
SO
WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
The
Mind Realm is not something you or I will crack in a lifetime or two
or two million. Better entities than you and me, have tried, believe
me, I TRAVEL, I KNOW! WHAAAAAAAA!!!!
Jim
Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat
along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is
eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I never
called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable dastardly
lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a quintessential
hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while telling me how he
went, and later admitted he really was in Atlantic City, in the
fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday. Maybe I didn't go, but I
wasn't fucking gambling or lying about anything. Still, on this point
about time, and me; he was quite accurate, as well as honest and
truthful.
I
merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter. I
believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN
shit, would keep on going, and yes, it did; and WORSE. Unimaginably
and unfathomably fucking cunt worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vicious
neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks.
All of this, and more, went down; plus shit that is major major
fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited me,
on the night of Tuesday, right shy of dusk; and she stayed for quite
a while, with me. Hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
talk about learning from history, and how things repeat, because the
human being does not change, only his technology; thus basic
prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a
subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to see
how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you say,
“Wo, the
fucking dude's haunted”, you know, like that muscle
man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio, in Camden, New
Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can't. Very very
fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every time that I
do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern; speak of the
fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful family from HELL is
always mixed up with anything that my memories are fuckiGN messed
with about. This doesn't change. It is just like the speed of light,
you know; the holy grail CONSTANT, and mathematically expressed as
“C”. But the truth about me remembering so much shit, is all
rooted in my shit with Bruce Pennock in the early seventies, and what
I started to fool around and fuck with, as a result; the
electromagnetic spectrum, as it relates to recording sounds on tapes,
in analogue. Today, with both the change over to fuckiGN digital, and
my life being so totally fucked up times a gillion; I am not able to
do a twentieth of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the
parts, they know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same
basic principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all
listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion,
and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros and
ones; and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to realize
that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies first, why
my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this change over
happened in the first place. The psych books insist that anyone at
all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are that important, so
as all of the world had to alter just for them; is beyond curable
insanity. If any of you out in this world made such a claim, you
would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately, as I told the great
wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at Knights Park, in West
Collingswood, one late summer 1983 afternoon, while we were parked in
my car and he was smoking a joint; “I'm not like other people”. I
don't forget shit, unless Ann King's mighty fuckiGN family, insists
that I do. I know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone,
anywhere, at any time; have any possible reason, to take any of this
as truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell,
as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have to
say that I understand, as if I don't; then I am insisting on
insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not
important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of this
century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly fucking human
pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid on Chapter One,
and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old, who was unable to get
his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says that I act 14, and
that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do. Well, that is
forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am truly sorry. I am
exactly who I was in 1969 when all this nightmare shit started, no
different, not at all. Oh I am old and ready to die, but this brings
me to the real point of this particular blog.
Now
the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough, if
anything is real, which it, in truth, taken to absolute quantum
levels; could never be accepted into daily life, of people in general
society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and becomes sort of
the ''you'' that you are for a while in a lifetime, yet all the
while, its very nature is to take true real existence, and divide
this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can all share in a human
illusion, that many psychics and mystics label, the “Physical
Plane”; is not going to be something that the general populations
of the world, can come to realize and believe, even though it is
mathematically beyond a proven truth, with the greatest most famous
formula ever expressed; hence, people view all this abstractly. Even
the scientists, do not change in their personal life habits, with
their jobs, their families, their entire life, even the top QP people
that absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are
real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head knowledge,
as some call this strange mental situation. They don't have heart
knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great religion was
created, and how the world owners and powers, don't dare get up in
the morning, and see the simple truths that are now about to be
printed. Oh now don't get all excited, and think I am going to teach
some magic 50 word chant, and then by saying this; the equivalent of
a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper colored object, that
appears suddenly in front of you. If you even think along that line,
you are already major missing the entire shit I am trying to slowly
lead into and up to, and becoming some overnight zillionaire, or
anything else you can think of, has no place in these powerful words.
You can possibly use this information to accomplish virtually
unlimited things, but this is not the goal or the intent whatsoever
of why I am going to tell what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray
that it might be received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few,
someday, but hay; if not, I have no power to make things go through
door number 1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion. But I can hope that a few
folks just might correctly view the great wisdom.
As
I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we're not
quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I promise
to bring it all together cohesively, and down to Earth, in simple
language. I don't say you'll agree, or want to look me up and hug me;
but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am not the
President of the United States! So let's begin with a topic I admit
that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of this major
mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but all the while,
I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to understand it
anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn't mean, I've not put lots
of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and now is that time I
need to share these details about it, and yes; I can do it
compressed, abridged, and shortened to an unbelievable thousand words
or so, while telling you every bit of information that I personally
know about this. And people, no one anywhere within a million light
years, knows this much, so I am letting loose a bomb shell on this
blog.
Everyone
and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog,
who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama didn't
raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know a few
people would love to ring my neck, and choke the life out of me, if
they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The other thing
is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event, and intentionally
creating it and or applying it, with the motive and goal of profiting
in some way, as a result of knowing it works, doing the deed, and in
most cases, being at the very bottom of the bottom feeder's list, of
all clinical sociopaths. Parallel Event makes me sick and tired too.
I am the one who has had to suffer through this very real and totally
unprovable attack for 3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful
people, and this quotes a licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told
me that indeed, I have these types against me, and that both him, and
his boss, Mister Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if
they know what's good for them, not to help me sell a house I'd
listed with them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New
Jersey, just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty's Island. Yes
I'm quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel
event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done by
organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world controllers, and
sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed, these mother
fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel, destroy my life,
make me ill, and then take away my needed medications, using their
politically correct anti-drug excuse to make it all work without
arousing any suspicion that they indeed are torturing me; and along
with keeping me sick, they can keep me endlessly broke with just a
few simple tactics that any group of powerful billionaire types can
all do with no problems whatsoever, and never send up even a small
red flag for my use against them, in most cases. In rare exceptions
when they go too far, even then; I am fighting THE WALL. Any
attorney, anyone at all, that I might try seeking any kind of help
from, is told one way or another, DON'T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done
subtly, but people get the message. Not everyone writes horrible hate
words and curse words, and direct unaccepted words, that serve to
only denigrate and attack a person's religion or race or gender or
sexual preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get
the message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved
break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the stage
of developing it into industry where I would get recognition and
eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible kibosh is
used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not gone on for
forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in perfect
patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was happening around
him time and time again; I could try rationalizing all of my life as
being a series of lots of nasty bad luck coincidences. I try to
believe things aren't really like this, whether any one of you wants
to believe this about me or not. That is your right to not believe
me, but you would be totally wrong. I love it when once in a while,
maybe, just maybe; I learn to my satisfaction, that something was
indeed, merely just bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But
99 percent of the time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of
an ENDLESS
KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the
face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny you
are awake and breathing and walking upright.
Now
reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of it
gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects into
something that is either happening live or has recently been being
done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I came to
call them, shortly after the late eighties became the early nineties.
I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes along the way. Of
course blogs did not exist in the late eighties, but life journals
and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and thousands of C-90
Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how two events go hand in
hand together, event A and event B. Unlike cause and effect however,
Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A causes B, but
B DOES NOT CAUSE A.
Now
seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of paper,
from a tall ladder. It is big, and the type that office buildings are
drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to avoid folds that
would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now you on the ladder can
look down and see a huge sheet of paper, unrolled, and one side is A,
the other side is B. As sheets are unrolled below you, you start to
see how nothing is really happening at all, so there is no parallel
event. Then you suddenly realize that it was you all along, throwing
down little painted lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or
most of the time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge,
from your seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint
drops, as opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side
across from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are
doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in
reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the level
of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and
camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group, down
at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality; begin to
think after enough time and careful study and observation? Well, what
I began to think as this all went along, in my personal life, that's
what. But I did suspect there was a reality 3, or a C-POINT doing
things to both an A-POINT, and a B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains
endlessly cloaked and invisible. So I can begin to observe a reality
that I called parallel-event, yet never was able to see what was
truly happening. If you looked at this as a math equation, and using
an “R” for Reality, and changing into numbers, the A into a 1,
the B into a 2, and the C into a 3, we could express it a little bit
like, and bear in mind, I am no computer guru, and cannot make
division signs, or use cross down lines, or make symbols; so this
needs to be more in spoken terms, than a real formula would look
like; but I still can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking
parallel event into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like
this. R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm.
This of course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is
not in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3
goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the
genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs to
figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few things
here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of various things.
Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and make contact with
reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can still examine the
results of what gets tossed down into the two sides of the page, or R
1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I don't mean to try and brag,
but am just telling what happened one day to me, at an ivy league
university, in the early nineties; but even before I started
wondering about the great elusive R 3; I spoke with a professor of
Statistical Mathematics, by the name of Deturch, at the U of P, in
Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this to applying the A and the B
by using a three parameter betting system at a casino game called
roulette, made this great professor, tell me that I have invented a
brand new mathematical discipline that he wanted to explore deeper
with me. The persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I
never got that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel
event science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I
had invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study.
This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I am
sure this could be verified to this very day, if anyone really cared,
which they don't. The reason they don't, is powerful people have told
them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In
many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life by
side stepping, as on a dance floor.
In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn't throw a huge jaw
buster in a mans' face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is done
frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in the old
dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won't have a clue what
I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first parents. Well,
this is all fine and well, but what if you took the love of your life
to a dance that was important to you, such as your high school
graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an important business
party, and in either case, an existing conspiracy already is planned
for ten or more dudes to continually tap your dance partner, leaving
you to not dance at all? Well, try imagining this in my life for 40
years now roughly. Only instead of dancing, you just simply need to
transfer this to a controlled conspired kibosh, so as no matter what,
in every case; you can bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that
you will be screwed with, and as a result, everything just keeps on
failing and failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your
entire fuckiGN miserable hellish life. But this still leads to
another item, even though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed
me blind, treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and
caused me a lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a
Nazi Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now, and
bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to see
it all.
All
these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and mock
me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have the same
fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two differences between
these great mirror-kissers and me; is that they will on average, have
a few measly more years here on the Earth, to enjoy their scum bag
selves, and every second; despite the reality that we all have
problems and woes; they 'll be in a luxurious happy state, with the
best medical care, the best foods, the best pleasures that fortunes
can buy, and so forth. But take away the extra fat and gravy, and
some extra time that next to even a thousand small years, is nothing,
as look at it; no one lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all
there. If they can control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip
hurray, but the majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest;
are all in diapers. As Mister H. Hefner said it so well, ''I have
them around me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming''. Most of us over
the age of eleven, know what he's saying, and what's being discussed.
He admitted this to his doctor, long long before the age of ninety.
Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham lately?
That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and love,
reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years ago. I do
not know what my enemies really think they have over me, just because
before they can say 'Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham from Birmingham',
a few thousand times; they're going to be glorified fucking toast. If
rumors are spreading that I envy a single one of them, and I know
they are because I know things, well; believe whatever you wish about
me. I don't envy anyone who within 10-90 years, is going to become a
slowly shrinking vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of
maggots. Do I hate many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from
me, lied about me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed
me of my dignity, my health, and my entire life. They've had me
assaulted, my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it
because they are little demigods, with the emphasis on 'LITTLE'. If
one of these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I
sit up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will
see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god.
Christianity would have died out, and never been more than a tiny
localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously
gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses
observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord Jesus
Christ's resurrection. I don't doubt for one minute this is all real,
and for personal reasons. This is all on the level, and I know it. I
don't believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn't die. If you want
to have real power, or impress me in any real way; then you have to
show me you are indeed able to control the life/death barrier. So
far, I totally know one person on this planet who has indeed done
this; Jesus. No, I am not saying that name in vane back there. Now
those who think they control everything and own everything; own a lot
of physical plane shit, and will die off, and be forgotten. But
speaking of reality-3; is there more going on than just powerful
people, being powerful people; or are the same forces that raised
Jesus and Lazarus and the 12 year old girl from the dead; operating
on, and through them, in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date
knowledge I can offer on this, from my personal life, and not being
taught something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the
Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the
pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the
church, and those running the biggest churches and organizations in
the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped
permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more,
and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has to
offer however, Morianity's ESS, and the teachings of dreaming out of
the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because people, get
real; this little cult may have started out small, but look at it now
after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared shitless to die;
and this proved we don't have to. Maybe not to the satisfaction of a
laboratory's standards, I'll give you that right up front. But folks,
my life proves so many things about this, that I couldn't deny the
LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone offered me a thousand genies and
bottles. I know how real it is. I just happen to also know that there
is a lot more; and that most of you will never need any of this
additional shit. Unfortunately, and for reasons far beyond my wildest
comprehension; I do need all of this. But anyone ever, who says they
have all the answers to this force that has done whatever it has
done, to bring this very day alive and here, along with all of us; is
very pathetic, and doesn't need an old biblical stoning. He or she
is already far beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don't know, and
I don't know. I don't care if you're the greatest world leader, the
greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest
athlete; and I don't care if someone out here could become all of the
above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to major
fuckiGN shit all around us all; as would be a goat, or a chicken, in
a college class.
These
forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don't
agree on agenda, they don't act in tandem; and the best way to see
this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have any
questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but puppets
on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And Shakespeare was
onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear of sociological
reprisal and or reprimand.
Yes
my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and
rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS get
into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know what
is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from your worst
normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and gentlemen. And I am
guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do things with music. I
know what I can and cannot do. I was not always stopped from music.
This only started after I raised a stink with some big lawyers about
songs being stolen by very top artists of days now gone by. These
fart sniffing jerk offs are totally unforgiving, and believe their
shit is gold, and wow; we all better not do one thing. But they can
rearrange a few notes on an unknown person's song, someone with no
money or power to fight back, and slam; they get away with it, and I
get chopped in fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is
ending, and I don't have to worry about any of this any more. I will
be gone in 2015 sometime. I won't ever have to put up with, or see
any of these dirt bags ever again once I'm fucking gone.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice 47,
at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the electrical
number of three to the power of three, (27), in November, Thursday
morning, 2014.
This
is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I
know what's what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs.
Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about the
'IMMC' changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.
I
figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law &
Order” television show, will not ever air the later productions
much past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the royalties to
the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take notice to this,
you should; and take notice to how some of those from the show, are
trying to gain some pocket weight with ad spots. People are so dam
fuckiGN cheap in this world. Holy hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
27, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 8:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 81%, IT FEELS 57.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE: (H-71/L-47)
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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