I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC
CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER
14
The area near the
old Hammonton, New Jersey Texaco Gasoline Station, on the White Horse
Pike near the traffic light and the turn off on the road that passes
the great Harborfields Detention Center, of Egg Harbor City, should
you follow it for enough miles; is no ordinary area. It's not only
where I ended up, after Trump the mother fucker, that day in 1984,
while attempting to go to his opening day at the PLAZA HOTEL CASINO,
in Atlantic City; broke my car, or had his
powerful Scott Ransom friends do it, with ultra-high
technology, even by the standards of these times up here in 2015; but
also, it is where many powerful nocturnal-interactions or hyperspace
action of mine, is all a part of. Nicholas Blair from Dark Shadows
seemed to be the original time back in the very early part of the
millennium, and then many other times also. Just last night was very
major also. But I came to remember that along with this recurring
action, were other parts that I could never bring to conscious recall
until enough time was spent here in the south-lands of the nation.
Before I go on, these NABES FROM HELL and some dirt bag
GUEST/VISITOR(S), all have arrived, late on Thursday afternoon; after
I came back from my session with Counselor Jane, at the Treasure
Coast Psych Services place; up in fucking cunt lapping Vero Beach,
FL-USA! I did not mention the trip; but as with the last time up
there; things going were relatively quiet. Coming home; there was an
increased aerial presence, and also some other things as well. All
par for the Mountainpen's course; nothing that whack or out of the
ordinary for me. Both last night and the night before that, between
just past 11, and lasting until close to 1 in the morning; very loud
slamming is going on, in total violation of house rules of late hours
noise disturbances. This new or old GUEST, will
be reported, AND I WILL BE CALLING 911 TONIGHT, unless it backs
fucking off. I am putting up with their noise right now today
and have been for almost 48 hours now since my return from
Counselor-Jane. Also, this morning back around dawn somewhere, a good
time if you're into 'pun shit' as are all of the EW-TAWF scumbags,
super major hyper-time; I was again awakened to another illegal
telephone attack with loud squealing. It used to be once a month. Now
it is more like once a week, averaged out. So this assault on me is
on a major increasing attack pattern; Federal Bureau of
Investigation, Pam Bondi the pill mill hater Attorney General of
Florida, old pal Bob McDowell of the Federal Communications
Commission, and American Civil Liberties Union, and others as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am getting fucked faster and faster, and
worse and worse; so it is hard now to look back at your wonderful
joke, Mister McDowell, back in the autumn times in 1972; regarding
the one and only GAP Johnny Fucker Faster,
YO!!!!!!!!
MARCH
7, 2015,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 11:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY---(H-69/L-59) COOLER, P.T.LORDESS!
There
are incredible things that work both positively as well as
negatively, that are so beyond description that I of course would
totally fail should I attempt to do so on these blogs. But if it were
not for one particular day on the way back from that phony bologna
electronics repair shop of Port Saint Lucie from last year; I would
be forced to listen to very rotten super slow playing tapes in my
car. Due to be able to get some stuff that seemed to have my name
literally on it, and I say this, for as I said, totally unbloggable
reasons; not that I intentionally am shutting up about something,
just that words totally fucking fail me. I am able to take a cassette
tape and play it, as well as record onto a blank one, but the one
recording can be slowed down in cents, or speeded up as well, in
cents, all the way to half and double normal speed. Now, whatever
tape I want to hear while driving, first, I am back again to having
to play it on the 'auto-reverse' side, things that only older farts
such as myself, for the most part, are anything other than totally
fucking clueless about, with all this new key drive tech where you
make a digital music play-list on a tiny little thing looking like a
lifeguard whistle, and then plug that into a 'thing' in the new cars
sold today, and boom, you're good to go, with music that will never
play out of key or off studio norm speeds again. WEEEEEEE. Well, not
all of us are rich or smart, and know how to do all of this shit with
computers. All the shit from my past that was done that was so
amazing, was all done in old cave style ANALOGUE RECORDING TECH! I am
an old dog, not willing to learn new fuckiGN tricks, not with all my
hell surrounding me 24-7-365.2422. None of you'd even be alive and
out in the free world at all, if you had had to fuckiGN cunt endure a
fiftieth of my hellish horse fucking cunt shit, IPYT, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
now, I compensate by playing things on the reverse side of what the
titles may read on the cassette shell, and also, I play these tapes
that sound ridiculous and fast, on any other tape deck or playing
system, at home, or anywhere. But in the car where the unit is
playing about 20% too slow, now it is 100% again; and also doesn't
jam up. Even the great 'YBCO' song, is not jamming up, Bob McDowell,
FCC, old pal from 1972, BRAHHH!!!! As you may remember when this all
started on AIRSHOW DAY a couple years ago, when I left my pal Mikey
up on Hutchinson Island, at his brother's house; it began fucking up.
Later I learned it was OK on the auto-reverse side. Then it changed
back to being only OK on normal side, and NOW AGAIN, it has been
blipped back by TRUMP-TECH or RAW; to be only OK to play in
AUTO-REVERSE. Someone is trying to send me a message very discreetly
and covertly, quite obviously, about my 2009 encounter with major
accidental auto reverse flip sides of my number eleven project from
1986 in the U.S. © Office, over at my weekend guarding job,
Cifaloglio. I never said I didn't like you big Darius, in that
universe, or this one. Where
did you ever get that super dumb, chocked out whacked idea; from
'Ballparks-Nick'??????????????????????
Well
there are travelers, there are mysteries, there are Halls Fawces,
there are great movies of the nineteen-seventies; and then there is
GAGA-KITTY.
Here is some shit from the best of a big new list of Q&A over the
past 90 days or so, lads and lassies, and then I'll give you the real
big fucking news of action, with or without major American
broadcasting fucking networks; SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! But hold
fucking onto your hats and tense up your gut muscles real dam good,
lads and lassies, as the GAWNUM SHIT AHEAD ain't for whittle fucking
babies, and IPYT, y'all, BRO!
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Then
I attempted to paste in and share a cool item from NASA, forgetting
they view me as an enemy of this nation, and of course, RON WIRTZ,
despite your lies and deception, “Mark, it's not the country doing
these things to you”, yeah right; they froze and hacked me and I
had to mother fuckiGN shut down and recover my document which
fortunately I saved up through this. I wanted to paste in something
about our neighboring fucking galaxy, Andromeda, and then, was
planning to say, “Well, now you know about blobs in the Florida
Bays, and our closest neighbor galaxy, so let us move onto other
wonders now, such as the GAWNUM, but NASA had other fuckiGN plans for
my blog, and fucked it up. We can call this Highway Kill 2, they'll
know what is being said, PAM DAM BONDI, they'll know. Let me try and
run one of them off of dangerous road where there was no shoulder
back in 1988, and to this fuckiGN day, lovely blondie, I'd be in
FEDERAL FUCKING PRISON. They skated with a 50 dollar fine to the
driver of the big rig truck. AWE; hurts too much
boo-boo-band-aids????? AWE, did I just get caught with my Kiefer
Sutherland Joe Hurley videotapes down? No, I got caught by a powerful
mysterious daughter who absconded with an incredible tape, back 28.5
years ago. CLEAR, --------------------------------------- GONE!
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
WHO
OR WHAT CAUSED MY MAJOR BACK-ATTACK THAT INJURED THE NERVES IN MY
LEFT SIDE HAND AND ARM TO THIS DAY 90 DAYS LATER, OUT IOF THE BLUE
BACK ON 12-8-2014?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-682.
BEAVER,
MOVING, TWENTY, TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH, PROJECT
BLUEBOOK, PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE, CANCER, THE MORNING
LIGHT, QUEENS----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
WHY
HAVE MY NABES FROM HELL THE PAST TWO NIGHTS BEEN SO OUTRAGEOUSLY
HORRENDOUS WITH MONSTER LATE ILLEGAL NOISE?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-550.
DRUNK,
DISCO, DREAM, MARK MOHR ESCAPES DAWN KING, DECEMBER TWO THOUSAND
NINE, TWO THOUSAND ONE, TWO THOUSAND SIX, YANCY, DONNA PATTERSON,
JAMES PATTERSON, GONNA' GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU, AWAKE, VIQUEEN
JEWELLY, MARIAH CAREY AND HER PEOPLE, CHRIST, 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING
OVER' SONG, THREE HUNDRED THIRTY THREE----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
WHY
HAS THE AMERICAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION (AMA) TOTALLY CUT OFF MY
ANTI-ANXIETY MEDICATION, COLD TURKEY AND ILLEGALLY?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-211.
WILSON
JESSUP, VASCO DEGAMA, STORY WRITER, TWENTY SEVEN, TYPE THREE
EXPLORATRON, LONG ISLAND EXPRESSWAY, MICROSOFT CORPORATION----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
EXACTLY
WHAT FORCE OR 'WAHTEVER', IS PROTECTING SOME OF MY MAJOR ENEMIES,
WHILE MANY OTHERS ARE TOTALLY WIPED OUT BY MAGNESONIC EVENTUALLY,
SUCH AS DISTANT-CUZZ DT, THIEVING CLEANING LADY FROM OCTOBER OF 2014,
AND THESE TYPES, AS OPPOSED TO OTHER DISTANT-CUZZ DAVID, MISSES 1985
ELLIOT HIGHVIEW, AND SO FORTH? WHY ARE THOSE WHO SEEM ETERNALLY
IMMUNE TO MY COUNTERSTRIKES, INDEED ARE, AND WHAT'S GOING ON?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-330.
MICHAEL
SMITH, PATRICIA LANG, VOID INFINITY, ADOLPH HITLER, AMY, SON, LAKE
MICHIGAN, MARK MOHR WILL MAKE MONEY----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
WHY
DO PEOPLE TELL ME THAT “I STINK”, ONLY IT GOES ON 'TIME ROLLS',
SUCH AS IN 20100 AND 2011 AT THE HARVEST SHITHOLE, AND AGAIN RECENTLY
IN 2015 WITH BOTH MY PSYCH PLACE AS WELL AS RESIDENT MANAGER DEBRA
MARATTO AT THE ANNUAL RECERTIFICATION MEETING?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-624.
MOCKINGBIRD
LANE, TWO EMPTY LETTERS, TELEPHONE NUMBER, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
DREAM----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
EXACTLY
HOW DO ENEMIES CONTINUE TO GET ME RELENTLESSLY SCREWED AND FUCKED
WITH THIS SEEING ONES FUCKING HELL FOR DECADES NOW?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-143.
TAXI
DRIVER, PUNISHMENT, HADDONWOOD, SONG WRITER, TRINITRAIL, IS BULLSHIT,
MY SUPER EX GIRLFRIEND, ROYAL PAINS, M, ANTICHRIST, ADVANCED
EXPLORATRON, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER----
HEY
GAGA-KITTY, YO,
EXACTLY
WHY IS ALL OF THIS HAPPENING TO ME, FIRST IN 1969 WITH SARAH KRASSLE,
AND THE DREAM WHERE SHE TOOK THE CHAIN FROM MY APARTMENT, AND IT WAS
THEN REALLY GONE AFTER WAKING UP, THAT ALSO SEEMS TO HAVE MAJOR
CONNECTIONS TO THE MIDDLE AND LATE NINETIES AS WELL AS LATE INTO THE
FIRST DECADE OF THIS NEW CENTURY AND WITH THE POP DIVA-MC?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PCN-981.
JAMES
BURR, GARY SEVEN, MARIAH CAREY'S FATHER, FORT PIERCE FLORIDA,
CHEMTRAIL, 321 CONTACT, SHELLFISH PRIVECODE, SPECIAL GIFTED CHILD,
SARAH KRASSLE TOOK HER CHAIN BACK IN A DREAM, STOLE MARK MOHR'S SONG,
WILL MARRY A TALL YOUNG GIRL SOON, SARAH SAID, FIND SARAH, GREEN
LINE, THIRTY SIX, BROKEN TRANSMISSION, WHEN I WAS SEARCHING FOR SARAH
IT WOULD MAKE MARIAH CAREY BEGIN TO REMEMBER HER OLD LIFE----
Let's
get some fucking dam phones, and candy; and go crush on silly games,
that have no possible tangible reason for even existing at all, King
Rubbish! That's my SAGA, oh great ripped off pizza pie PAPA, non-GAGA
kitty cat. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
took a nasty mother fucking DEATH ANGEL ATTACK
STRIKE, on my right fucking side,
at precisely one of the fuckiGN clock, while typing in my dick
licking GAWNUM-INFO. OH
BOY, life's grand, Dave Chaz Roth old pal, from the late 1985,
113 Caldor Store of Woodbury Heights, in New Jersey, USA, ES, MWG!
I
was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking
huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just
about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure
randoms. The system is as random as the moving roulette wheel, and I
have tried dozens of these types of systems before, but this is
absolutely mother fuckiGN awesome cubed, oh great Castro Brothers.
W-O-W Mackey and Macy Bunch. I'm on your side, lovely Jan Brady, I
chose, sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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