I
HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS
CHAPTER
TEN
PROJECT
OF (AFTER-MORIANITY).
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My
blog is on life support systems, the priests are in the waiting area
and the County Coroner is parking his vehicle and about to enter into
the blogger's death wing of the hospital. Oh well, say LEVY, Misses
Antoinette Rabil and other lovely girls of France.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. We had our own sixties expression that was the
equivalent for ''it is what it is'', and I titled a song after it in
1969. It went, ''That's the way it goes''. Ziggy was always saying it
as often as Dawn-Marie King, up in the dam future, was saying her
version of that same reality.
There's
a gorgeous big waxing gibbous moon shining in the sky. Just as with
last month, I came out of the Publix Grocery Store here in Fort
Pierce, to some ''thumb-in-the-ass'' jets making tiny chemtrails and
coughtrails all nearby that exact area in the sky, and unlike last
month, where they were all over the north and the east, today they
only were near my view of the moon, as I exited the store. I first
went to the Tax Collector's Office, as here in Florida, this is how a
motor vehicle driver renews their registration, for wither a one or
two year optional period. I already had the check made out or I would
have gone for two years. This way it is done and paid, and if I come
into worse times, at least I'm legal to drive. I commend the people
in my area and maybe it is state wide, for the reduction in the fee,
it was a considerable amount, and a real break. I believe in thanking
my elected officials when they do good things, as we all are a bunch
of crybaby complainers most of the time, so why not give props to
folks when it is deserved? After leaving there, I delivered my, to
quote my older daughter, “disgusting” stool sample to the lab
next door to the doctor's office. Now I did the piss and shit and
blood so they can't accuse me of non cooperation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
My
blog is being hacked, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission
old pal, and kind sir. It is running real slow, saving slow, slow to
respond to commands, etcetera, old friend. Lots of noisy vehicles are
around me all over the place, and lots of doors are starting up now
as I speak at twenty minutes shy of six of the fucking clock.
Back
some time ago folks, I asked Mister Deepblue Seabottom, if he had any
of my music, and might send it to me electronically someday,
including magical Venezuelan Flower, Song from 1980; AND ALL HELL
CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP OF
THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP BACK
ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude who
knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in my
life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection to
music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type.
He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this
very same affliction. His name was David Charles Roth of
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, of
this 'lovely' universe in hyperspace;or WAS IT, George OH GOD Burns
and little Tracy Richards, YO?????????????
I
AM SURE WE ARE NOW DEALING WITH A DOW JONES IN THE 18 THOUSANDS, WITH
ALL OF THIS PERSECUTION FROM AIR AND ON THE GROUND, AS WELL AS THIS
BEING A REALLY SUPER FUCKIGN BOTBAR DAY. I TRIPPED AND BROKE ONE OF
MY TWO BOX FANS BEFORE EVEN LEAVING FOR ERRANDS, MAKING THIS ALREADY
A SUPER MOTRHER FUCKIGN BOTBAR DAY, BACK AT 2:45 POST MERIDIAN, YO
BRO!
LOTS
OF MOTHER FUCKING COMPUTER HACKING, FCC CHAIRMAN BMCD OLD BUDDY!
DECEMBER
3, 2014,
EARLY
ON WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 5:50,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
TEMP-RANGE (H-79/L-66)
HUMIDITY
IS 80%, AND IT FEELS 76 DEGREES.
WIND
ARE 2 GUSTING TO 19 EASTERLY.
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES,
NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.
ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS
HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW
I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. THE
PROBLEM IS THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY, OLD GLAREY EYED PAL FROM 2010,
BILLY CROUCH!!!!!!! IS ANYBODY ANWHERE, GOING 'FUCKING WOW'? DIDN'T
FUCKING THINK SO! FIRST YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP, SECOND, CLEAN THE COFFEE
STENCH UP FROM THE KITCHEN. THEN
YOU MIGHT MOVE ONTO ''STEP'' 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
EARLY DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF NEXT FEBRUARY, 20,000,
AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, MINIMUM, LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE
FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT
AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
PROPS
PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS
PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS PROPS
PROPS PROPS PROPS PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!
IF
IT CAN FUCK UP IT WILL, ON DAYS THIS CUNT CHEWING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
BAD, MIZZ BONDI, MA'AM. MY JANE SLEAZEBALL BLOCKER STICKER FELL OFF
OF MY COMPUTER MONITOR SCREEN, EXPOSING ME TO FOUR NASTY ASS FUCKING
ONES, YO! ALLOW ME NOW TO CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE, AKA 'COMPENSATE', in
politer terminology!!!!!
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DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS, DOORS;
MIZZ FREAKING BONDI, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM SLAM
FUCKING BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME AND GET THIS 'FUCKIGN' CUNT SHIT
STOPPED, YOU WILL BE TOTALLY
DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
peeps, YO; one powerful way to always know when you get an enemies
goat, to quote the great Ray Massey from McAndrews And Forbes
Licorice on Jefferson Street in Camden, New Jersey, where I did more
of my world famous, non barnacle cleaning security guard work at,
back from late in 1979 through middle 1982, on the weekends, as full
time, my work during most of this time period was at the RPL Sound
Recording Studios, you can GOOGLE up both of these Camden world
famous places, it is up there, a little sanitized, but up there, as I
was there in more ways than one, as last night, I was both in the
future as well as in the past. Yes, I was indeed, and will tell it to
you now, but let me first finish the goat getting deal of letter
sixteen in multiples, 161616161616161616. This tends to anger peeps.
In any event, I do not go back on promises, I keep my word, this is
all that gets said on this, but here is the goat that has nothing to
do with 161616161616161616161616.
YES
SIR/MAM, let me tell this right here and right now my lovely
Lieutenant Van Buren.
When
somebody gets mad as hell every time you say or do something that all
of logic tells you that it should not, unless they have either
feelings of direct or suppressed guilt, shame, anger, sadness,
disappointment, or whatever, then they are 99% of the time both in
the wrong, and you are not imagining they're being upset and mad or
even worried, whether they show it directly or keep it inside. Now
any moron can fly a loud chopper over your roof and shake your
building, as they have now for two straight weekends with me over
this building, and all it does is cause me to go back and reread the
blog that I just posted up, and then I know what is getting them all
frisky and nuclear, and will do it all that much more now, so now you
can go ahead and really get upset, you fucking jerk offs.
LSS,
'EXPLORATRONICS' WILL BE HAMMERED ON FOR SOME TIME STARTING THIS VERY
WEEK, AND SO WILL OTHER STUFF THAT I KNOW OBVIOUSLY PISSED THESE
TWISTED PISS DRINKERS OFF TODAY JUST A COUPLE OF HOURS BACK, HA HA HA
HA HA!!!! 4 RIGHT NOW HOWEVER, LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE BIT ABOUT
LAST NIGHT, AND (MY) POWERFUL NON INTRO TAPE DREAMING INTERACTIONS,
BOTH IN THE PAST, AND THE FUTURE, IN FAR OUT NON LOCALIZED AREAS IN
FABULOUS 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, HARD TO TRUMP THAT WITH ACES,
KINGS, OR MICKEYS. OH AIN'T THAT LOVELY!!!!
I
was with my boss Donald Cialoni from RPL, he was still working there
and having an 80th birthday. He had struck it rich on a
lottery a number of years ago and had bought the place, and worked
there for fun and something to do. He told me that when I did my
SARAH song there back in 1997, that I had been hypnotized by the
engineer, Joseph Campbell, on orders from Paula King, and that my
entire future is just a dream, and I was just now coming out of the
hypnosis and it was 1997 and always had been. They even called my mom
and her and her friend Audrey Heller came in Audrey's car to pick me
up as I was too dazed and bonkered out to drive. The EXPLORATRONS are
acting up huge time as I thought they would, BING BUT A BANG BUT A
BOOM, Marucci, Massuci, Marcucci, WOLF WOLF!!!!!!!! When I got home,
the roads were all different all over Camden County, and I lived in a
town called Pennington, New Jersey, where Westmont and Haddonfield
all exist here in this world, and it was one quite large inner city
that was close to Camden and the studio, and in-between was all woods
and highways, and nothing else was anywhere. I had a next door
neighbor who had a sports car who revved it up continually and was
literally next door, his garage was next to mine, fortunately the
houses further separated us. His mom and my mom and Audrey were all
friends. He had a sister who was only twelve but was six foot six
inches high and was more beautiful than a goddess. Her name was
Elandra. She came over after I was alone in the place and she knocked
me down on my bed and raped me brutally. She was powerful and had the
build of a voluptuous fashion model, yet the arm strength of
Hercules. She told me she had a friend who wanted to meet me and when
she came over, it was my daughter Pee, only she had no memory of me.
She had brought over her newest invention that is also what I have
told about here on other blogs, and there it was, right before my dam
eyes. She wanted to test it out and had the one station with her and
plugged it into my computer, while Elandra was sitting on the bed
combing her beautiful long curly jet black hair and smiling at me.
Then Pee told me to get onto the tower and that she had the other one
next door at Elandra's house. When she clicked the mouse, I remember
fading into a quick sleep, and being next door wide awake in the
other tower station, only the house was ancient all of a sudden, or
really, unkept, cobwebs, it all ready was a mess over there, but now
it was totally beyond description. I will tell just a smattering of
this. I had ended up in the year 2019, and no one had ever been there
since the incident, and the place was thought of as haunted after I
had vanished in 1997. Even though it was only 22 years ahead in time,
I was in a place that smelled and looked 100 years old, boards on the
window, right out of the movie, “The Time Machine” by Wells. I
managed to escape the house and somehow managed to also get on with
my life in these new times, and I was working in a not very pleasant
place, SOSO-WEIN, and LSS, I was fired from my job, but not in any
way I ever dreamed of. It was done on video. Everyone was hired and
fired on video. No one was legally allowed to hire or fire in person,
some strange federal new law passed by President Trump. In any event,
it was the weirdest and most awful trip I have ever taken through
time and hyperspace. The EXPLORATRON guess the name of the guests
next door, are really slamming and acting up, this is one real bad
day, and I am holding at FIDDAM-3, and if this does not back off very
soon, the entire planet will be totally obliterated and destroyed
within a very few short months by a string of sub-field
electromagnetic energies. Go ahead, try me MF's.
MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic,
scan enemies and destroy them all or else, and STOP. ***END
OF THIS FUCKING BLOG.***
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