SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 3-15-15
There are countless
situations that go on in just three dimensions. Many of you I am
positive, have wondered, gee, so why make life more complicated than
it needs to be by living as you say Mountainpen, in five. You
couldn't be more accurate if indeed you are one of those who thought
this, while reading any of the BOM; be it TRI-BLOG 1, 2, or 3.
Technically before going on with this, 2006-2008 is 1, 2009-2011 is
2, and 2012-2014 is 3, so here we are now in 2015, so really since
TRI-BLOG means my blogs of nine years, broken down into three times
of equal length, not 4; I cannot suddenly say, well people, this is
#4. For now, just let me worry about that little problem, kind folks.
But yes, I appear to be almost doubling the complexities of life, or
so it may appear on the surface. But that is like telling a blind
person that he or she is complicating their life by using a dog and a
cane and refusing to see their surroundings. I therefore, do not look
at my extra-dimensional existence as some kind of a gift. I see it as
a major disability, no Twinbay, I am a realist yes, but notice
that I did not use the word, 'curse'.
It
is sticky and miserable and has been for days. After a nice little
Florida-Winter, bang, it burst into a late spring real suddenly. For
a Jersey guy like me, YUK. Beaches are packed and people are happy.
Goddess bless them all.
MARCH
15, 2015,
LATE
SUNDAY NIGHT AT 11:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-83/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 91%, IT FEELS LIKE 78.
Giving
flowers to that A&R person, back in late 2006, following the
destruction of my automobile by Bob McGuire; would seemingly be
enough punishment for anyone. But no; the
high and mighty Mili-2-force didn't think that this was anywhere near
adequate or sufficient. As you know, my
blogs were only just less than a year old, but you
may remember the December 18 blog with the car, as well as the
October blogs when the Morianity-Foundation website photographs were
being taken, in real time, and some on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
City. If all of this was not so
monstrous and beyond Hitleristic and real; I'd say, let's all get
together and have a huge yuk yuk yuk laugh party. I am sure my
wonderful daughter would supply a staircase for us to use, and some
fan can always make a request on her message board. It's a joke,
Jerry Heitzmann, still, that bus ride home, early blogs, gimme a dam
break, world. JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Detective Fontanna for Christmas sake!
Now
after my fatal heart attack at the Cifaloglio job, some may wonder,
why I am here and blogging, got kidnapped under S.S., ran away to
Florida, and sit here tonight eight plus years later. Hey, when I
get the dam answers Jack Corsakolf McCoy, I'll share. You can believe
that! Many things could have happened after my spirit exited my
automobile that early morning at just past five. So then, why exactly
did this wild thing happen with the people on the property, the trip
months into the future, the sports car and Sarah, the weird
conversation with other sides of things, warehouses, fishing boats,
RAW; and A&R people, McDonald's, flowers, and Frank Callio? This
is a whole da lot of very specific things that all happened,
following my physical death. A child can see that much. But the
craziest part of the experience, at least IMHO good folks; was the
A&R person and the song 'Atlantic Queen', and giving flowers to
this person in NYC. I never thought about NYC at all in 2006. I
hadn't been there in my entire life other than once in summer time of
1986, and several times at youthful ages up on L.I. To visit with my
mom's cousins and the Huntington/Gottwald family. Why flowers, why
'Atlantic Queen' out of 100 songs I had written in my life? As the
old song to Jim Burr in 1984 went, YYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion
in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I
think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ
Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'. The sun may indeed go down on my
story, but it seems thus far, difficult for the sun to go down on my
existence in this hell, as someone appears to be re-tracing me, as
too many times now, I should have not only died the way others may
say that same thing, but this is 1000 times stronger, and you know
it, people.
Mister
Vitteritti of Pleasantville, New Jersey, USA, sir; do I need Donna
here, to tell me that maybe this is a sunrise, and not a sunset? I
mean really; how would one know which it is, by a photograph; for
Christmas sake, YO?
Why
would anyone with DDLT Tech even want to trace me. It is not as if
they are starting a new religion or something. Say what, Silverhands
George? Makes you wonder, well, I'll dam ass speak for myself, as it
sure makes me wonder. At the rate I am going, whoever has gone to the
trouble of bringing me back from death ninety nine times or so, you
need to see my failing blog stats and bio page here, via a non TTZ
Billy Mummy PIP!
|
This
blog needs a laser re-trace job; World Labs!
Audience |
Still,
laugh at me all you want to, what other blog has only a couple dozen
readers, one member, and yet the world view map alters in such a
major way? I challenge anyone to see the logic of this, or lack
thereof, huh Agent Condor and Agent Falcon, sirs, from 1988
WPIX-NYNY-TV!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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