HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 56

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 56

SOMEBODY THOUGHT IT WAS REAL DAM FUNNY TO MAKE MY PREVIOUS BLOG COME OUT IN ALL MOTHER FUCKING PINK FONT FOR THE ENTIRE TIME IT WAS TYPED INTO THE ENLARGED ES SCHOOL WEBSITE, DONE SO I CAN HAVE A NICER APPEARING WORK POST UP, ONLY THE TAWF FUCKED IT ALL UP FOR ME, WEEEEEE HEEEEE HEEEEEEE AND AHA AHA AHA, MCNULTY, YO!!!!!!! THIS IS A SUPER MOTHER FUCKIGN BOTBAR, AND IS WHY THE DOW JONES IS SHOOTING WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. FUCK UP MY CUNT LAPPING LIFE, AND UP SHE MOTHER FUCKING GOES, LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-AND JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay don't kick the fucking shit out of me JZ, I cannot help it if Tiff and Jenn's friend is a twin look alike to your wife, YO! Here comes the hacking. It seems that updates are continually be run and I have no choice in the matter, as Mike Sucks owns the planet as we all know, and this is many times what is happening behind the electronic curtains of Sir-Oz, I've come to realize. It is hacking by cleverness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is to say, I am too ignorant, technologically, to know all the fucking ins and outs involved, so it will appear to my untrained eye as always some black hat hack, only in truth, it is not AKLWAYS that. It can be, and it is on many fucking occasions, YO.

I went out and picked up my meds that the psychiatrist wrote for me at Walgreen's, bought some dinners and ice cream at the great and wonderful Publix; and saw a new Primary-Care-Physician. Yes, good old HIGH DISC USAGE, HOST PROCESS FOR WINDOWS SERVICES; thank you for the pop window, but I don't know what to do, YO; so fucking WEEEEEEEE. Here is what is god dam mother fucking ''haaaaapening'', Mister Derrijo Exxon of 1980, YO, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He scheduled me to see a specialist for my goiter hypothyroidism problems. But he is not going to write even a lousy fucking one Mg of ativan for me to take daily, so all I can do is keep crying literally on the fucking Vero Beach psychiatrist's shoulder for refills as needed, and hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen to me; despite the really cool byproduct of curing a bad condition, that was not even known about when I contracted it at the Mars Printing Shop, of Westville; in New Jersey, in the USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, AKA (NJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Laugh at me McNulty and it's curtains for you and Threatened PK-OZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

None of this mother fucking shit is at all funny, you god dam mother fuckers. TEE HEE HEE my cunt licking stinking asshole, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELP THIS FUCKING SHIT; MS CORP!!!!!!!!!!!

Things were mother fuckiGN cunt eating nice around here for several weeks until a week ago when mother fuckiGN noisy shit started up. It begins with the asshole across from me or peeps in his family slamming in to the apartment right across from my apartment fucking door around two in the clit huffing fucking morning, and once this shit starts, to quote Mister L&O Anderton, “IT STARTS”! THIS FUCKING SLAMMING IS BEING INTENTIONALLY DONE TO ME, SAINT LUCIE COUNTY SHERIFF MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, AND FREAKING THAT IPY, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAKE MY WORDS COME OUT AS PINK AS YOU WANT, ALMIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO ME, IWALU, MY TEEN QUEEN FROM SDK.

Trust me, Mellman and Jukall and JJ; everybody is DONE, and they just don't know it yet! When I go on the full war-path, all the Native Americans in all the canoes from the year zero-minus right up to right now, Lovely Corecedin-LOO, will stand up and take notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer; all enemies scanned and crushed, or you will be totally obliterated. DO IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP.

It's a matter of time before this entire world blows and burns up. Maggie won't let me mother fucking suffer under this cunt chewing fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE for all cunt sniffing eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why is this all happening to me for sixty mother fucking cock licking years, YYYYYYYYY JIMMY YYY? Fuck 1984, fuck the music project, fuck Stef, fuck all ofem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All the dam dots connect, but if I was safer, I would just love to tell you all what happened in that house on the highway and how it took me more than three and a half solid fucking decades to remember why I had so many recurring nightmares of nudity in there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will only tell you this much. I know why people are doing and acting all of this Shakespearean hell-play out and why it is all unfolding. Some of it has to do with my attending a place called the COOLEY-HALL. There is not only powerful symbolism throughout it all, but it goes way beyond this, and the Washingtonians all know a lot of this super covered up shit, well, the very top powers on the hill, anyway.

People, if you really honestly are naïve enough to think that I just happen to know dozens of fucking people who all grew up to be big ass time name recognized, then you are a bloody dummy. Most of you just think this is all a wild made up tale, all of Morianity and these blogs, but for the few that know it is not a work of fucking fiction; come on, play the odds out. It would be equal to someone winning the MEGA LOTTERY MULTIMILLION DOLLAR PAYIOUT, every week for the rest of their life. You know this couldn't happen if the universe could last a vigintillion fucking eons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pure fucking ass common sense, YO.

You're noit going to nail me again, you rotten fucking bitch witch JANE. Mizz dirt ball Sleazeweedsdisease, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I'll still put up some lovely fucking ass fives, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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People want my blood so dam ass bad, huh Roseann. What, that night outside Brad's fucking house in May of '69 wasn't enough lovely girl. You nearly took my throat out, YO girl. YYYYYYYY me, Mister Dangerous Magnetic Fields? Why all the never ending symbolism, Shirley McClain?

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Holy mother fucking smokes, Dave Roth and daughter, don't overload my dam chimney or put so much blood on my shoes, YO. WOW Joanna girl!

I am really getting fucking sick and tired of all this shit for over 60 pussy licking years, ladies and gentlemen!!!!

Gimme' a brake here, Mizz Margie Leo, in or out of god dam 1985 and the great Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USA, JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!

This is going to be the hottest week around here in a while, lads and lassies. And yet, I would take 130 degrees if I could stop the mother fucking Exploratronic Supermind Society from fucking my life all to hell, 24-7-365.2422, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 15, 2015,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:33,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 86 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY SO FAR-------(H-86/L-64).

HUMIDITY IS 53%, FEELING LIKE 89.

WIND IS SSE AT 7 WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 8.

HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I said this a lot back in 2013, and reiterate with equal furor right now, as we soon are approaching the middle of 2015, from May 1 through August 31; oh yes, lads and lassies:

**''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''****''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''****''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''****''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''****''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''**

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 128

KING NEBNOOSHOO

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

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CH-128-042011.860-------(APRIL 20, 2011)

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

3RD SUBTITLE TO THIS BLOG:

“GAWKY'S PRIZE PATROL INTERACTION NEARS”

BEGINNING TWANSMISSION, SILWEE WABBIT, WHAAAAA:

Lots of chemtrail siege was all over the place in the Fort Pierce, Florida area all moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning freaking long, giving way to a sky of dissipated poisonous vapor that has had me feeling all fucked up physically for several weeks now, queasy and weak, with flu-like symptoms, but then pals of mine like the great U-Tube “SKYWITNESS”, and many other internet posters, know all about this monstrous horrendous fucking bullshit. When this nightmare began at the tail end of 1987, more than a year after my copyrighting the song “PLANES”, where my lyrics were discussing moonlight being blocked by WOMO, only in 'STM', my full grasp and understanding was along the lines of subliminal and subconscious, to any real meaningful elucidations and details operating in the real bigger picture of reality, that was and is, involved throughout this nightmare ass situation.

Electronic supernatural shit has also been extremely fucking bad for me for several days now, unexplainable shit with all sorts of electronic machinery. Today however, I was able to prove to people how real it is. Still, rather than face it, human beings refuse to accept what their five senses totally and honestly reveal to them, and would rather fantasize about shit than face the cold hard punching truths that we humans are nothing more than extensions, and that true entities far beyond our silly little dreaming interactions here in this so-called waking world material existence, is what is really behind every mother fucking thing that is going on around us 24-7-365.2422.

Hay peeps, if you think that I like or enjoy any small bit of this fucking diseased sickness around me, YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS, but I am not gonna be a fucking denier because it suits both me and a giant police officer in Williamstown, New Jersey, almost as huge as the Voorhees Police Woman Dispatcher in the nineteen-nineties. Paula King, the lady at the race track on Street Road in Eastern Pennsylvania, and her, are all around seven feet tall or more. Many giant women are also all around me all the time, I have grown totally accustomed to this, and faces as well, so tell the entire 'spell-checker-unrecognized' Clooney family about that perfect storm song, YO!!! The misery that the WOMO put me through on thousands of combined miles on Street Road is way beyond the Prize Patrol of the Pub McGuire Clearing House-In, huh Misses 1969 Marola, give me another toot sometime and don't talk in Latin or say “HI MARK” and just hang up. That is all so stupid and immature, but then this great marvelous wonderful awesome family, what can I expect folks? Jack-35, in many parallel universes, there was a president before him and he was the 36^th, but here, let us not fabricate anything just to make it click together better, YO.

Every time I blog, tiny flying 'creatures', come literally out of the nowhere, and into the Captain Shatner here, and annoy the fucking hell out of me, and when I am not blogging, they vanish into the leave-him-alone-zone. It is as totally fucking dependable and predictable as the greatest Swiss ass time piece ever built, and I will most gladly put it to the test with anyone at any time, and in any mother fucking place, Disc-Jockey, or not, DONNA SUMMER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, what are the fucking odds David Charles ass Roth?????????

People today witnessed that some invisible force indeed fucks with me on machines such as glorified adding machines better and or also AKA known sir PRINCE, as PC's, whether they can sing the high notes or not Odd-Couple Twilight Zone Oscar not Felix. Well in any event Lads and Lassies and yes my wonderful Labradors, I will post up my own version of Scylla's great song. It should be called, “Love is for Carpenters 2” in pursuit of 1980's original power house 2^nd interaction with this great All Mighty Goddess, but it instead will be called, as it is called in millions of parallel universes, “WANNA' SPEND MY TIME”, and this will be up tomorrow afternoon. NICK KNOWS that I'm typing this, as instantly, a powerful bunch of his thug pals hurled out mega watts of thundering crap all around me ol' house, me maitees, YARR!!!!!!! For a dude who doesn't like anyone, and I mean anyone, touching or playing with any of his personal stuff, wow; turn the tables a little, and look at old bent out of shape you, like DUH, Hyundai cars and high school musical movies, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Color me so impressed' Mister Detective Lenny Briscoe or Beethoven.

In the year of 1997, I resided in a home in Somerdale, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in this exact universe and its matching atomic vibrations in hyperspace, minding my own damn business, and fell into a very unsettled and troubled sleep, when POW, suddenly the PRIZE PATROL was outside my house, only they forgot to bring any heating oil or Unical Bush pals, or a gorgeous coed named K.J. McAllister along with them; but they did manage to bring the Charmed Sandman along for the ride, and he threw sand in my eyes, and then all hell broke loose with this lovely song being sung to me, naturally, and like an ass hole, I could not put '2 and 2' together with the copyrighted project I did 10 years later in OH-MAROLA-7. All of this story has been blogged, and it all officially fucking exists for the entire mother fucking world to see at the bloggers original website that is GOOGLE owned and operated, so just merely type in: www.blogger.com/. None of this tale is fictional or delusional, and it CANNOT BE RATIONALLY EXPLAINED AWAY, not by (231) million fucking psychiatrists from the (PP) of the (PC), oh and did that light up any screens in the NSA or any other BFA, but let us touch on these genius mind-realm experts here for a few minutes, if I may be “UNCLE” Heinz Gottwald-175-permitted to do so, YO? 'Head Shrinks' date back to the so-called father of modern day shrinkology, Doctor Freud. I said the keyword here folks, MODERN DAY. Did you know however, that just as outdoor and indoor aqueduct plumbing, medical operations, high and complex mathematical computations such as advanced algebraic and trig mechanics, and much more; is thousands of freaking years old? So also is the examining of the mind-realm by the shrinkology docs, YO. This is a true historical fact. In the days of the freaking Roman Empire, modern day 'experts' of these times invented the word psyche and soul where our modern words all come from today, and did you further know that it was considered insane and mental illness, to have the desire to be a FREE person, if you happened to be a SLAVE? So really peeps, you tell me who is using these disinformation techniques such as psychiatry and mental illness study, to keep us all in line, OR ELSE. Make us think we are crazy when we are totally not. We are not imagining mother fucking squat. This is not to say there is no real mental illness, as just like physical illness, of course these things exist and are totally real. But anyone can label a person as mentally ill now when they merely insist that some plot exists to wipe out their life, and it is all 100% totally mother fucking true and accurate, so is this not a license for the rich and powerful and unscrupulous Wall Street cheaters and 'bail-outers' at our fucking expense, to do whatever the hell they want to do to any one of us, and at any time, and get totally fucking Scott free away with it? You fucking tell me peeps, YO???????

This was another very fucking bad day folks, I may do anything tomorrow, it will be their next move. This song is Scylla's property, only not here. Here, it is the energetic reaction of my falling asleep in 1997 one night, and being visited by the Prize Patrol, McAllister, Richard Karpf, and last but certainly not at all least, two powerful letters in the mailbox, right Gawky? Parents! All I know is that 1969, 1980, 1994, and 2011, all have a mathematical sequence that any first year grad student majoring in any math discipline can see in short order. These are years where two things always happened, only not yet in this one. I am patiently awaiting it all, and who knows what tomorrow might bring? Keep fucking pissing me off world, and JOURNAL-TAPE #-1786. keep cutting my fingers freezer-boy, and keep these American Appliances and American Express things going strong. Maggie the healer can also hurt, and the eyes of slant know just how much, but why does it strike over there so much? Well, whoever is truly behind all of my miseries and shit, has not as of yet actually begun doing it. I learned this when I looked back at my questionable hollering out of the word “MI”, on an open reel master tape in August of 1986. Now by the quoting of the recently made television commercial, who really owns this nation, as they have basically bought all of its debt? The answer is China, Japan, and many areas where lots of recent-current-millennium shaking and quaking is going on. Maggie is not time sensitive, any more than lots of computer things are not case-letter sensitive, passwords of course excluded.

Yes foes and friends, Morians and Lessians and 'Inbetweenians', it all makes perfect logical sense, but not if you are not looking for truth. I was not for a long time, and I too was fucking totally blind. I am the one who wrote the song, 'REAL GOOD GIRL', so screw the wrestling world. What I mean is that if I can let the hugest event in human history happen and slip by me totally unnoticed, you must see that I have merit when I say that most people are passing by life without even looking. I thought I was pretty damn intuitive, and look what I missed, come on. Is this powerful on a James fucking Patterson level or not, give an honest opinion? Don't freaking count me out like a moron, when you all know deep down that something is major ass going on in my life, and I at least have the fucking balls to get online and blog it out to the fucking public world, forever ruining any chance of a future or a career, what, you think I am retarded or something, and don't fucking know all this shit, YO?

I have, as you all do, five senses. No one has a sixth sense. You either hone in, and super tune your five gods-given senses, or you choose to ignore shit, or fall into virtually unlimited categories that lay somewhere in-between these two realities. This world is in some big ass trouble in the coming days, and “THAT”, Kimba Whitelion, 'you can be 1969 sure of', BRO.

THIS TRANSMISSION IS NOW TERMINATING, & who knows what else may be?

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.