I
TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER
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I
TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER
2
There
is a real miscarriage of justice in this universe. Those who can
perpetrate the greatest hoaxes or operate the very best ultimate
conspiracies, can make the rest of us, mostly the honest who would
never think of trying to mislead anyone with lies and crap; and
because the are so great at their art and their craft, they
succeed in many ways, directly, and then also, indirectly. This
group of #%*#%^(@# from HELL that I have called on my blogs, the
MILITUFORCE, is the topic of conversation here, just in case that
is not yet realized. They invent religions, they invent wars, they
invent woes and troubles, and they end up always, with the lions
share of all the good things that this physical life has to offer.
The funniest part though is yet to come. They actually wonder why
so many peeps who even start to get onto any of this hocus pocus;
are bitching and moaning and complaining. They tell us shit like
'turn the page', 'get over it', 'tough it out', 'hang in there',
'keep the faith', and a million others just like this. If it was
not against the law, I would really draw a giant word picture of
who, what, and why, and then go onto tell you to fight them and
hate them, and cause as much trouble as possible. But that's not
legal, and so I am not telling anyone a thing.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Still, how dumb they think some of us little
99ers really are, are probably wagered about by these WOMO-M-2-F
entities in the flesh; and it would not shock me if they bet with
each other on stuff, just as Mel Gibson said in the great nineties
movie, 'Conspiracies Theory'.
To
In
Miss Mulhall's class, at the Richland Avenue Elementary School of
Quakertown, Pennsylvania; a group of exploratrons all jumped into
various students, sitting all around me, and one by one, and for
absolutely no god dam mother fucking reason whatsoever on this
gods green brown Earth; they began telling the teacher, Miss
Mulhall; and I quote, total lies concerning my behavior on the
school bus, “He hits on the bus, he spits on the bus” and
although I managed to put the rest of this below my conscious mind
because it was so horrendous for a six year old child to have to
suffer this horrendous mother fuckiGN torment and torture when I'd
done no such thing, and in fact, I thought I was losing my mind,
and that I had done all these things, and was going fucking crazy.
But there are certain places as well as power-points in
transdimensional reality, and in this case, we have the first
grade class, at a country school, back early in the
nineteen-sixties. But the Lambrigg Cult was not done with this, as
they ever are. They don't stand around in a boxing ring throwing
single punches. That is rarely how a fight is ever won; ask any
dam champion. They know how to be effective with all sorts of dam
ass major combinational blows, that WILL INDEED cause knockouts
and victories for them on a very regular an continual relentless
basis. Hey, I don't argue their strategies, their effectiveness,
or their ops record. I would never be that stupid and asinine. I
just tell you all now, that these mother fucking dirt bags are the
epitome of sub scum garbage, and I wouldn't give you ten cents for
the whole lot of them, any day, anywhere, to quote the mighty non
Bell-Tone, George Belton from 1983 and 1984, who I met in the
beginning of the final month of 1982, right around my dam
twenty-eighth birthday.
Well,
there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from
that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out
here, neutral, and who indeed have not totally made up their minds
against me and my claims, as hope burns eternal, right lovely
luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????? Holy shit, I will bet a
billion bucks, double or nothing, that you never thought you'd
hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the
retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981;
but
I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure
Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE! That, as Jennifer
Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole lot, so let
me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present second,
my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything, you
wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is.
Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely
organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in
absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As
things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed
with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in
Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most
powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going
through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit.
Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I
had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically
considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things
need to be done in this life to people who find out too many
fucking cunt secrets that are total ''NO-NO'' things to be found
out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite
fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me
to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these
horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile
up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote
the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous
untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From
Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph
peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me,
and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds
that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe
you can learn negatively!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO
MISTER B.H.
Well,
relax Marcus Laines and Leticia Tilley. Katharine ain't too hungry
right now. I don't think that she is.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12
local
South Florida Television.
Note:
The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your
county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the
alert and the map processing.
I
Marine
Warning
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD
YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD
YOU,
TOLD YOU, TOLD
YOU!!!!
GOD
DAM IT, I
TOLD YOU.
How
can it not go up to record highs every day forever, after all the
mother fuckiGN shit that the Milituforce is doing to me, 30 years
straight????????????
W------O------W
W------O------W
W------O------W
W------O------W
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Two lovely
moons are out at the great ES School at PSL, FL, USA, ESMWG. Well,
actually, it just looks like this, but aren't mother fuckiGN
illusions and maya cool? Reminds me of when I was a little fucking
bratty kid in my parents car, and seeing the water that isn't really
there, ahead of us on the asphalt roads. SHEEEEEEIT!
FEBRUARY
27, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 1:52,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 62 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 61 DEGREES.
DRIZZLE,
LIGHT WINDS NNW 6 TO 7.
I
LOVE TWB AND TWC, WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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