Holy Toledopops,
your third great grandfather's second cousin, FATHER MOHR, said it so
well, only that didn't by any means freaking reflect my reality last
night while attempting to sleep, and I quote him, “Sleep in
heavenly peace”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night was major
nightmare city that had me running for all kinds of bright lights
around just shy of three this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!
Tell
THAT to your shipmate Jack, and the Cap; and the magnetometer that
you all used, after pulling away from Portugal's ports, during the
great World War ll. Hay Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City,
my great Jersey pal; you ain't the only one with some powerful museum
secrets. So W—O—W THAT, Mister
Microsoft Corporation
Lightbulb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA Mike MMCN!
DECEMBER
27, 2013,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
Yes
folks, I bought a new ten dollar watch, but at fucking cunt Walmart
this time. I have learned after about seven or eight tries now, that
Tennessee Avenue K-Mart store, sells nothing but fall apart worthless
fucking items, be it in electronics, watches, anything. As you all
know, Walmart around this area is no better than K-Mart. It seems
South Florida watch products just mother fucking suck and blow, no
matter where you purchase them in this area of Southern Flowers
Florida, Mister Run Run Run nothing prophets © Joseph Armyman
Berrios, YO BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! OUUYEAH, lads and lassies, two weeks
ago, me' ol' watch was broken, again. And as you see, this time, it
was not a K-Mart watch, but a Walmart Watch. In New Jersey, you buy a
cheapo watch for 6-15 bucks, and it works for three years or so. I'll
give mother fucking Jersey its fucking cunt lapping props!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
7, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 9:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 60 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, FEELING 59 DEGREES.
RANGE
SO FAR, (H-67/L-57), WHAAAAAAAA.
WINDS
ARE NNW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.
Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who
is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984?; with or without any pizza company anniversaries. I
remember all of this as clearly as if it were going down around me
live this very freaking butt wiping moment, great folks, YO YO YO
YO!!!! Now
many believe this specialist medical doctor, or
witch doctor with a degree, (WDWAD) pronounced by me, 'widwad';
as all medical assholes to me are just that; but many believe he was
thinking I am a lunatic and in need of a psychiatrist, and this is
why only head shrink 'widwad's' are the proper folks to evaluate a
patient such as me, back in those times. Some believe I took a major
shock that caused what they label as a sike-break. Well, I did have a
few major things go down right shy of the time this all began, but it
was a couple of days before, such as when I was blind for a few
seconds, and all eternity seemed to pass and after hundreds of
trillions of years, I was right back where I began, only no longer
blind, and yes I will admit, a huge level of anxiety passed all
through me, as it would you or anybody else for that matter. But it
was two days later while sitting on my mother fucking couch and
watching some dorky movie on network television about some kids
making a sound and how they were going to make it sound, and I could
go into perfect detail about it 31 and a half years in the future, or
now; but won't bore you. I had a large bag of plain M&M's Candy
and was munching on it and watching this movie, and suddenly, I began
clearing my throat, again and again and again, and it just refused to
clear, and eventually I was very distraught by this, and drove over
to the local hospital. An island doctor from some Pacific Island,
gave me Ativan tablets, but much later on. It was in that same
hospital, but originally they described a pink liquid to take that
said on the bottle it might interfere with the second stage of
swallowing. The second I took it, I couldn't swallow at all, and I
panicked, and my anxiety then was beyond inconceivable. Up through
this time at age twenty-eight and a half years, other than for
nervous exhaustion back in 1977 from overwork at Mars Print Shop and
riding a moped back and forth to this job from the Carriage Lamp
Apartments every day during the coldest snowiest time on record, the
months of January through March in 1977; and doing this after
becoming sick, caused me to nearly die, but I did recover, and except
for this, I was healthy. So here I am now with enough anxiety pumping
through me to help General Patton's Army to win the war, and I stayed
like that until being put on one milligram of Ativan, every six
hours, by that island doctor, in July of 1983. The condition came on
me initially at 10:30 PM on the night of 4 June. But I lived inside
this hell for months and months before things began to get a little
better, still taking the medicine that reduced the symptoms. Numerous
times I would try to back off the dosage schedule, knowing that I
wanted to be cured from this and not need to take this powerful
poison for life. At my best, early in 1984, I was able to cut this
dosage from my normal 14 milligrams, down to 13, 12, 11, and all the
way down to ten, per week. But eventually, I was back at full
scheduled dosage to keep from feeling like someone had their hand
around my throat. Currently I am down to 5 and without that feeling,
and was forced to do this by the medical community. Soon, I hope to
be totally off the cousin generic medication of Ativan, known as
Lorazepam. But there are a dribble few out here, who know this entire
thing had to happen to me, just as Misses Marola and her great
awesome mother fuckiGN Memorial Day 1969 school play, had to happen
to me. The story has been told over and over, to the point of
boredom. If you don't know it, archive old blogs, the first three
years tell the story, 2006, 2007, and 2008. While attempting to play
super sleuth king with all of this during these years, I ended up
learning a lot more than just this, and have, to quote ADA Jack McCoy
on the GAP LAW & ORDER TELEVISION SHOW, “A
VERY HEALTHY RESPECT FOR THE DEVIL”,
if you will allow me to add that in here; KIND FOLKS??????????
You
see people, the reason that none of my government officials can ever
help me out of this nightmare, is another General Patton philosophy.
He made the bold statement out on the battlefield that anything built
by man, can be overcome by man. He is very correct, in the opinion of
this humble little nobody blogger. MAN as he would say it, is not and
has not, been doing all of this to me. What really clinches it for me
recently all went down just this Christmas season. Thanks to the GAP
TBN NETWORK, I saw a few movies about the crucifixion of Jesus, and
never before saw these particular renditions, where while Jesus was
being tempted of Satan, on the mountain tops, (yet to climb GITYA),
he was unable to GET HIM, but he WAS ABLE to show him all that he
could give to him, since he legally inherited it all when man sinned
in the Garden of Eden, or so go the Biblical stories. The level of
truth to it all is up to each individual to make their minds up with,
but show me anything else that makes sense as well, from the top
fuckiGN labs on this planet and all of their great huff huff
scientific horse shit! My point however is how these movies showed
like none other that I had seen to that point in my life, Jesus being
shown the future times, not the present. Now my old pal Jim Burr
didn't believe this, and did not adhere to what I call the Gamblers
Destruction Syndrome that would allow for Satan to be able to know
and thus to show, the future to anyone he may so desire to do.
Christians scream out, if he had known, he would not have influenced
the Roman Empire to crucify the LORD. But gamblers know fully well,
that their destructive behavior is going to absolutely result in the
loss of their homes and families, and worse, yet on they go, just as
did SATAN, or (Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Abbadon-Beelzebub Krassle).
Then it really hit me with how Mister Cannon was taking me all over
the place in spirit, or while I was in DREAM-STATE, same thing,
whether any of you believe it or not, as they say, we all die a
little each day. You know perfectly well that your body is in bed and
yet you are all over the place doing all sorts of things, no
differently than while awake, except the arena you play on, is never
the normal waking world, but other places in hyperspace, where other
you's and other me's in other realities also sleep, and come here,
and this is all why there is EXPLORATRONICS, but is not yet
understood, back here in cave days of 2015.
Jane
mother fuckiGN whore Fonda just nailed my pitiful little fat ass with
her page eleven of eleven ones-clock-attack that she started for me
with her antics at that mother fuckiGN baseball park where she and
hubby Teddy Turner were that horrendous fuckiGN night in the spring
time of 1993, that made my already nightmare fuckiGN hellish life,
become HELL SCUARED AND CUBAN CUBED, DAWN-MARIE KING AND ATLANTIC
CITY HOOKER FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PWEEEEEEEZE ALLOW ME NOW TO
COMPENSATE FOR THIS ATTACK ON ME, KIND PEOPLE, WITH MY 5555'S.
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No
folks, the reason that nobody can help me, from Ron Wirtz Senior to
Pam Bondi Junior, if a little bit of Long Island stair chasing humor
is permitted me Uncle Gozzwald, is quite simple. This hell on me was
not built by General Patton, nor by ''MAN'', so ''MAN'' cannot
overcome it. In theory, according to the fuckiGN Christians, Jesus
Christ the Lord and Savior can break this curse on me. Well, I am
here to witness to the universe, that I have prayed and tried and am
now 60 years old, and their opinions to me ARE PURE 'FUCKIGN' HORSE
SHIT, AT C-SQUARED, CUBED AND CUBAN; ALONG WITH ALL THE PROPHETS
OF 1988 NOTHING,
THE
MCDONALDS DANCERS CREWS OF 1988,
AND
ANY AND ALL OTHER 1988 MISS LEE TEEN NAILS ITEMS.
Hay, Ron tried somewhat to assist me, and for all I know, so did the
great and very lovely, may I also add in here,
Florida
Attorney
General
Pam
Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEEDA-WEDA
4UANALL UDA FOLKS:
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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local South Florida Television.
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I
may have this all figured out to some degree, but I know that I am
far from having this figured out completely. But I do honestly know
for a fact that all of us are on borrowed fucking time, and believing
my words are meaningless, as 1+1 equaling 2 won't change just because
you holler out until you're fucking hoarse that it is
7.4603218!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And people, IPYT, and MJ and his sweet little
sugar crush, whoever it may have been, has nothing to do with
anything whatsoever being talked about 32 years in the fucking
future, referenced to his tune back then!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things are
ABC-123 Jackson simple to figure out. Some things are not. If I lie
about that, my blogs are not going to be fucking worth used toilet
fucking paper, and I know it. But just because I don't know, SARAH
KRASSLE is a whole other ballgame, and the United States government
and sit there and play ignorant from here to my seventh grand pappy
and his founding daddy buddies, as this entire thing was all founded
on these blogs, AND THE MASONS ALL KNOW IT, and you know what, from
some shit Roy told me in the Haddonwood swimming pool back in 1995, I
believe that I have tied together so much more just in the past
thirty dam days, than I ever did before in 60 dam years. When he was
not at Haddonwood, the vast majority of his time was spent where else
but not that far down the way from the US Copyright Office. He did
not tell me much about this, but my trip to see Howard Solomon fills
in all the dam Raynard Run ENY*** license tag blanks, that I'll ever
need to use. BUTT, just because I may never have all the pieced
neatly strung together, does not mean that the following sentence is
not more powerful than 1000 nuclear bombs going off!!!
'BUT',
whatever you do,
SARAH
KRASSLE
knows every single thing!!!
YOU
HAVE JUST COMPLETED READING:
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
CHAPTER
NAME:
'WHAT
IS REAL BESIDES TOM REALE'
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- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
'HELP' ------------------ By all means, Mister Billy Swan!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blog
#17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a Mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
END TRANSMISSION-----------------------------------------4 now, whatever now is!!!!
GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN
All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.
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WHY
SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
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I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
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I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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