The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 57

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Oh Goddess Mister Mayor 1997; I'm so dam ass clueless!!!

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 57

THE GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!

My mom used to get pissed off at her parents when she was a child, and told them in a pouty voice, or so the family tale goes; “I'll scratch my ringworm”. Holy-Moly there, Molly. Or we could all just pout and shout if we've got gout, or are merely too stout. Shit, I'm so fucking fat, trying to fit a fingernail into a room is considered a major daily accomplishment. WEEEEEEEEEE!

I have had three mother fucking horrible cunt chewing years now since middle April back in god dam bastard twenty-twelve. Jessica had just fired me a month or so earlier in the later part of the second week of March, if memory serves me at all correctly, and it usually fucking does. This was the job up at Harvest. GOOD RIDDANCE. Still, any time a person is fired from a mother fuckiGN job, I believe it causes very bad fucking cunt magnetics, as I call it. You might say a string of very bad sit and luck, in general. Rob Andrews back in 1975 might and probably would say, again if my memory is accurately serving me here; “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dirt ball nabes are noisy and annoying. My doctors are not worth a mother fucking red penny covered in dog shit. My life SUCKS-SUCKS-SUCKS-SUCKS-SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There really just is not a whole lot more to say about shit, folks.

I told many things, and the great mental health system already screws me by claiming that anyone who makes claims that are beyond his or her time, is a psychotic lunatic.

BACK IN THE FINAL THREE YEARS THAT I LIVED IN DAM NEW JERSEY, FORCES WERE TURNING GOD DAM SOMERSAULTS CUBED AND CUBAN, BECAUSE OF POWERFUL SHIT ALL AROUND ME. In the summer time of 1997, things exploded into the worst night fucking mare imaginable, times ten to exponent thirty. I had two employees of Radio Shack over at my Somerdale death house, mirrors-Craig, and Fred Windstein. Once just Fred was there, and what happened in my bedroom when we were on a computer that I had purchased at their R.S. Berlin, New Jersey store, makes anything ever shown on DARK SHADOWS the great sixties soap show, pale as a tame dove in comparison. No one would believe it. But get a mother fucking movie called, OH GOD, BOOK 2. Watch the end of it where a panel room filled with asshole psychiatrists all were closed down by a little girl named Tracy Richards and her parents, and a wee bit of help from “GOD” of course, YO! You just can't miss out on viewing it if you want to really mother fucking better appreciate Morianity and the BOM!!!!!!!!!!!! And IPYT at C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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When the show was first released on DVD, it was started with the introduction of Barnabas, skipping the first 209 episodes (after the rest of the series was released they went back and put out the first section of the show as Dark Shadows: The Beginning). It's easy to see why. While the early episodes are good, the show really starts to take off once the vampire makes his appearance. Then things really get interesting.
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Dark Shadows was a daytime soap opera on ABC-TV which aired weekdays during the afternoon. With vampires, witches, worlocks, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures, it became a surprising phenomenon, lasting for five years before it was cancelled.

As production on the series continued, the introduction of many new and mysterious characters and various unknown actors and actresses was prevalent on the set. Most actors also ended up playing multiple characters, and those same characters would often come back from the dead in the unprecedented use of parallel times and flashbacks
Special features include the original commericals from the first episode, and an interview with Alexandra Moltke Isles, who played Victoria Winters, and an original Dark Shadows promo.Creator, the late Dan Curtis, literally dreamed the series. He dreamed about a young governess riding on a train en route to a dark, strange and brooding estate. Talking over his dream with his wife and family, Curtis decided to turn it into an incredible soap opera, and the rest is history.Dark Shadows ran on ABC from 1966 to 1971 and enjoined an iconic fan following similar to Star Trek and Batman, which also both premeired in 1966. Dark Shadows fans continue to hold annual conventions, and many of the actors have formed real and enduring friendships with the fans they've seen each year.
The series has too many memorable moments to mention. For me, I still remember the beginning voiceover by Alexandra Moltke Isles of the very first episode, released on this set for the first time on DVD:"My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is just beginning. A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me, and link my past with my future ... A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea, high atop Widow's Hill to a place called Collinwood ... A world I've never known, with people I've never met. People who are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows."

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Bob McDowell would say it so wonderfully and accurately, “Vely vely intelesting”. This is because he wasn't there in the future, 25 years later in 1997, when this was all going down at that death house in Somerdale, New Jersey, USA. That was not intelesting, that was a mother fucking frightening civil rights violating monstrous nightmare straight out of the gates from HELL ITSELF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

These fucking cunt dirt bags that have taken over Jame's so called ''storage-apartment'', are a real royal mother fucking pain in my ass. IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT; it doesn't fucking stop. Why don't they just mother fucking cut and paste and do it once??????????????????????

What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, shall we go here right now, Sally Starr??????? Well, why not? First off, it explains that my mom knew all along about what happened to me as a young lad at the fucking shore. It also explains why she was determined to get me “AT&T OUT OF AREA” the following year just as soon as she could possibly fucking arrange it. This is why I was sent to the private school, called Church Farm, in the autumn of 1971, but five or six weeks later, the kibosh was put on that. I would love to know what the Board of Education, Mister Thompson, Mister Principle Shapiro of HTH School, and Guidance Counselor Mister HTHS Jockamini all knew about this whole dirty fucking rotten mess, oh GAP tri-broadcasters of the United States of America. WOW JOANNA!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? ''Wheeeelll'', Samantha Bewitched Stevens, YO, let's frikkin explore around here and see what I can come up with. You know, remove a few lakehouse doors off of their hinges, Dawny and Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!

Ever since I had that powerful EXPERIENCE in December of 19769 with IMHO, the ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS OF THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE; I was being observed by HALL'S FAWCES, and stopped from sharing my story with anyone, by HALL'S WALLS!!!! As soon as I left the Cooley-Hall, the great news teams literally seemed to invade the place. All my classmates were on the news, talking about the place. It was wild, and I'll never forget it, it obviously stayed with me an entire lifetime, or maybe 200 of them. During this time while there, I was force-placed, or it seemed this way to me, in late May of 1969, to be at a spot in Atlantic City, at an exact time; and altered from when it would have been otherwise, if not interfered with by the GAP-ESS. I had my voice used on an anti-pollution television commercial that aired nationally coast to coast for a couple of years, ending when I no longer was AT COOLEY HALL. Huge billboards for this place went up after I began this blogging project in early 2006, near my residence, in Mullica, NJ-USA, right on Route 30, AKA the White Horse Pike by locals. But the entire place closed down forever a short while afterward, after my blogs began discussing forbidden secrets pertaining to the place, in some graphic and vivid details. I COULD TYPE ON AND ON AND ON, and most of you know this quite fucking cunt well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 57

APRIL 15, 2015,(14 YEAR ANVY OF HUGE “DREAM”)

EARLY WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:45,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-87/L-64).

HUMIDITY IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 19 WITH GUSTS TO 25.

HA-HA-HA, WHAT ''DREAM'' YOU ASK? Well, on the afternoon of Easter Sunday in 2001, April fifteenth; at the Technion Furniture Building on Atrium Way in Mount Laurel, New Jersey; I crashed for twenty minutes or so, while on a security job, stationed in the room where a huge computer mainframe was being constructed, or (MACHINE-MIND). Ever since this happened, I have come to believe in machine-mind, gaming universe simulation theory, and much much much fucking more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the interaction (dream) where I fell in love with LIGHTNING all over again, as if we never had met. She remembered, but I did not. It was a total game, and I was in it, and not by choice. This entire universe and all that is in it, is a big game and GOD is a big upline gamer. I said this 40 years ago back in 1975 however, not just recently and right now. THAT is the equation here, Sir Rockdroid Roddenberry Blucran, YO, so WOW THAT, MACY FUCKING BUNCH, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, MIZZ A.G. PAM BONDI, JEEEEEEZ FUCKING LOUISE, 'SURFER FONTY'. OH BOY, study the blogs from early years and tell me there is no HSE! Like beyond fucking super ass wow, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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?

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''**

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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.

I WILL TRY AND KEEP IT SHORT.

TWEET-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET, YO YO YO YO!!!!

OH THAT GREAT AND POWERFUL

EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT'EM, YO?

BUT I CANNOT MAKE YOU ANY DAM PROMISES, GREAT FOLKS!!!!!!!!

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AND ON FUCKING TOP OF ALL OF THIS, MISTER AMEX GOLDSTEIN MANINTHECAVE, YO,

I must scream out a big MACY-WOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very soon, I promise all of you a huge secret that makes most of the other ones all put together look kind of wimpy and pitiful, Mister Schiff, no piers, no DEEDEE birds, & no voice playing Mister Bru-Penn! Get the mother fucking shit off me you hacker dirt bag, and GET A CUNT CHEWING LIFE, YO YO YO YO!!!!

THES MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES ARE SO CORRUPT AND SO IGNORANT AND SO PATHETIC, I WOULDN'T TRADE MY HELL FOR ANY OF THEM, AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, ALBERT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY SHEILA, YO!!!!!!!!!!

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH HELEN 1999 ZEBRISKI MOVIES, OF GIRLS MAKING OUT, AND MANY OTHER PSYCHOLOGICAL ''CRUEL INTENTIONS''; AND WILD COSMIC ESS MESSAGES; TO QUOTE YOU LOVELY GIRL; YO, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUUUD”. Ouch there, Disney freaking LOCA, Love-Carpenter. W-O-W. It's only going to get better and better and better, UNTIL THEY FUCKING TOTALLY CARRY OFF THEIR PLANS, TO COVERTLY MURDER MY BODY. THEY CANNOT EVER GET RID OF ME, AS I AM FUCKING ETERNAL, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lots of things happen ed on two islands, and yet David Roth made an incredible powerful joke about being on an island, all the time, to the point where it was beyond revolting. He could be that way, but we can all be royal fucking ass-pains when we so choose to be, you all know this, and don't need asshole little dam me to say all this shit, WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

But what we witnessed at a remote spot on the very southwest end of this long island, not ''THE'' Long Island, that is a state further up to the north, but still, what we saw one day, was beyond any possible words. It would dwarf any so-called alien sighting, and had nothing whatsoever to do with stuff like that, other than for being as all things since early 1986 with me, somehow connected in an aerial way, for reasons that only the gods can truly understand, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Get off my fucking mouse, HACKER MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES AND GET A PUSSY HUFFING LIFE OF YOUR OWN. Boy I am so cunt chewing important to you asshole mother fuckers, aren't I? AREM'T THEY, MARK BRUNER? P-U, they stink all right, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Why is life so filled with truth-reversals, some may god dam wonder? I sure know I wonder about it. Why do many to most things always insist on showing up in a mirrored image and reversed to what is really happening? You all know what I mean, the world looks flat and it is not. The sun and stars, and moon, seem to go around us, and they don't, we go around them, and on and on I can go here; and you all know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

I am all done for right now. I am going to stop fuming over a bunch of total fucking jerk offs out there in this world that aren't worth the paper that is used and flushed. YUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

APRIL 14, 2015,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-86/L-66).

HUMIDITY IS 53%. IT FEELS LIKE 88 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 16 WITH GUSTS TO 24.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 54

I am doing my very best to hang in here, my late cousin Arthur Huntington, and WAYV-DEEJAY'S, so are you gonna' take that as a dam threat? Touchy and up tight world, huh Richard Boobs of Jennyville?

I have come to learn some amazing mother fucking things, but doubt it will do me too much good, you know, too little, too late. For just one isolated example; late in the first decade of century number 21 AD; I came to know about HSE. Don't confuse this for a shortened abbreviation of a Judge Judy 'hissey-fit'. Still, where was my needed understanding of this ever so important stuff, back for example when I was being given three great books, two in person and one by mail, by two relatives or RAW of the greatest pop-diva on Planet Earth, in the middle nineties and then again late in the first decade of this century? I could have used this, but did not have it yet. Is that part of some weird bigger picture to so many wild crazy things in my hellish nightmare life, I must come to seriously contemplate on and wonder about? Stop fucking hacking my mouse, you dirt bag black-hat-fucking hacker evil Satanic pricks, thank you so dam ass much! I need you, FCC, old buddy Bob McDowell, and not John from Philly in th early sixties, son of my mom's neighbor and friend, Nurse-Jane-Doe. I don't remember her name, so Jane-Doe will fit there just fine, BOB MCD-1400, not pounds pressed, lovely Queen Kate of the non Babylonian ice cream worlds, so don't die on me, again, Uncle fagot Heinz, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These mother fucking pricks are screwing with my PC machine again, BOB-1400 NON POUND-PRESSED, YO. WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If this fucking hack doesn't stop, it will be time for the MMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCC System to kick in and then,

HEADS ARE REALLY GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING START TUMBLING. JUST WAIT AND DAM SEE IF THIS IS JUST A LOT OF BULL-KICK, MY BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That pop up screen for high-disk usage came on. I think this is all just a big mother fucking hack job from some big stupid ass fucking whack job. Hay that's just my opinion, Mashell Daniels; but you told me back in 1980, during our slightly heated debate on life's problems, and how to exacerbate them, through the unfortunate partaking, of 'IRC' circumstances; that I am entitled to it, and would like to emphatically thank you; oh great one!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Magnesonic will shortly be engaged to retaliate on this hacker, if this fucking shit is not abated, sir Peter, up at the WM Pensy Landfill, Post #120, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How's toothless girlfriend doing these days; BRRRRRR?

My hacker is not going to mother fucking relent, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, PROBABLY THE MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET GANG. So then:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, computer, scan enemies, and you know what to do on all orders, all technologies, and you are now set to maximum power pull gain positions. Use the 'I' to 'D', A/B-TONE phasing punishment sequencing system. Here are the two new long-EEEE vowel sounds that replace the old style AT&T phone-tones from 1983 when you were first assembled at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO-TO-G-1133, under G-901, G-189, under G-13, G-14, CG-18, AND----S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some one will be sorry now, Mister McDowell, my old FCC pal of tape recorders, calendars, and Pennock dick in the mouths!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, huh Michael McNulty from 1971 a year back earlier??????????????????

About the Attorney General

Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida

I sure wish she liked me instead of hating me so much, Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, old buddy!!!!!!!!

I cannot offer any flowers to any Callio's or Bondi's, because I don't know totally what is going on, since that fatal heart attack struck me on that cold winter pre-dawn day in December over at Cifaloglio. But I do know how to place a mother fucking screen blocker sticky page onto my computer screen monitor so as to avoid seeing Jane Dirtbag Fonda digitally represented, bringing back that horrendous mother fucking night at the Atlanta Ball Park, in spring of 1993! This to me, President Teddy Roosevelt, is a day that will truly live in infamy, well, that and your great PH day, but then there is my Baby-Momma for those initials, yes five inescapable initials, JB, PH, MC, VC, and DS, like fucking super WOW, huh R.H. MACY, YO????????????? Can I get a fucking ''JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE'' HERE, even without any flowers given, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze???????????

Oh you greedy shit Vicki Lovesmyhair Callio, from 1970, and 1997, hang uppers club. You want bigger? You sound like Rock Spectacle L&O Teddy but I'll give you mother fucking bigger, YO, sister!

Someone told me once it was going to be all right in the morning light. I don't know any more, but I cannot play you the dam song on this blog, so here is the next best thing that I can do for my viewers, YO. WO BILLY!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

TWEET-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET, YO YO YO YO!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 53

APRIL 13, 2015,

EARLY MONDAY EVENING AT 7:33,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-85/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 82 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 16 WITH GUSTS TO 26.

All mother fucking cunt lapping day long; people are slamming in and out on this floor, on my west wing of this building from turd chewing hell. On top of feeling like turd swallowing pig piss, I have to contend and deal with NABES FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!! This is also on top of being bothered by asshole illegal insurance salespersons pounding on my cunt sniffing door a little shy of mother fucking three this cock licking dam ass afternoon, PAM BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF PILL MILL HATER FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! WOW I GUESS YOU ALL ARE GOING TO MAKE SURE I DIE, HUH OLD FRIEND SHERIFF K.M.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT----------RED ALERT----------RED ALERT

BANK THE FUCKING HELL ON THIS, KIND SHERIFF SIR: I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNTY VIOLATED!!!!

I have come to learn some amazing mother fucking things, but doubt it will do me too much good, you know, too little, too late. It explains in a brand new and greater illumination, why things have all happened in certain ways, even beyond my original concept of just the ESS and even their Earthly gang here, the EW, and all of the things done to me since I left Philadelphia city schools to live in New Jersey; the land of hellish quintessential corruption, and unspeakable dastardly horrendous criminality against many very innocent people, such as poor old mother fucking little defenseless me, YO BRO!!!!!!!!

These cock suckers are not going to rest until my remains stink and are six feet below the surface level of this cunt huffing planet, that much I know beyond any doubt whatsoever, so help me SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, the Almighty Godd-ESS of this miserable multiverse (simulation gamogram)!!!!!!!!!!

I am not going to make things worse by playing their miserable mother fucking game. I cannot strop what they do, but I CAN CONTROL certain shit that I FUCKING DO, YO!

HEADS ARE REALLY GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING START TUMBLING, WHEN MY MAGGIE STARTS TO REALLY FUCKING KICK SOME ASS SHORTLY. JUST WAIT AND DAM SEE IF THAT IS A LOT OF BULL-KICK, FOLKS!

BACK IN THE FINAL THREE YEARS THAT I LIVED IN DAM NEW JERSEY, FORCES WERE TURNING GOD DAM SOMERSAULTS CUBED AND CUBAN, BECAUSE OF POWERFUL SHIT ALL AROUND ME. IF YOU THINK THIS JUST INVOLVES THE VERY PROBABLE CURRENT INCARNATION OF THE TRIPLE GODDESS, THEN YOU WOULD BE WRONG. I DON'T SAY THAT THIS WAS NOT A MAJOR PART IN THE SYSTEM, BUT FATHOM THIS OR NOT GREAT PEEPS, IT WAS BY NO MEANS TH EONLY PART. THIS IS WHAT I WILL TRY TO GET INTO IF I LIVE LONG ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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JANE FUCKING WHORE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO I MUST COMPENSATE NOW WITH MY FIVE'S COUNTERSTRIKE, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bob McDowell would say it so wonderfully and accurately, “Vely vely intelesting”. I cannot tell you in detail, but you know what; I know that a few out here, just 'know'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then again, one dictating writer to another, phase-3 or phase-4; Doctor Steckle on the super great 'Flatliners' movie; ''Maybe I'm just fucked in the head''. Hay Joanna from 1979, like WOW! Shit for crissake, What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANT QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT. No typos, no PBHE (prior blog hacks or errors) no how, no nothing, no witches, no OZ, no confusions, no hyperspace equations, just the fucking goddess dam facts, ma'am, huh Mister Friday, YO???????????????????????????

Oh the gods; may all of these cosmic-hacks be properly dealt with, inside the guts and bowels of the GAP KFP. Am I right or wrong, SIR BRUCE? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? (Entertainment World) Hay folks, I can easily sit here with ideas and speculations and theories and all this lovely nice stinking crap soup. Until I have an answer that would be able to stand up to courtroom scrutiny, keeping my big fat ass shut might just be the fucking proper way for me to go here, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUTTTTT, the great dreaming interactions of Tim Devendorf from the local county home for somewhat slow individuals, whom I met while I was employed with the special AARP program in 2010, where they paid me to be a volunteer worker at the local large charity of the county, known as the HARVEST, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ is their cool website, the one that back then, had my photo on it; oops, that's against a lot of post Cooley-Hall regs, or (PCH-regulations), but aniwho YO; his 'dream' about us being in trouble, years before the bear-hug incident, and also my powerful 'dream' about the exploding festival, and Vasco DeGama kicking my ass and then sailing away down the Indian River with his crew, all singing loudly, my tune from the year 2000, and © called, “Atlantic Queen”, all has what I have called on many of these blogs for a half decade or more now, “hyperspace Equation”, or HSE! I have discussed without being all that shy, a lot of things, and many times have shown how this HSE shit is so real, and so incredible; and is being done by dream-travelers; if I may use a very dinosaur type word, for TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, OF THE GREAT EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!

Louise Hendershodt from 1967 summer time, at summer camp, if they have not screwed with her; knows too well, just how powerful this all can be, because even though a lot of folks any seem to be impressed with actual physical traveling to other places and times; the very same thing can be done without physicality, and that is a powerful piece of global historic information that is about as hush-hushed as it gets. All the saucer and alien shit and a whole lot more, is merely an single ant, that is part and within the large field of virtually endless colonies of ants, of truth and information. Rapped up in all of it, is always and was always, the ESS. But would I have ever known any of this, if they had just let me leave Cooley Hall, open up my little mother fuckiGN mail order business, and not stop me and fuck with me at every single turn until I failed from morning until night time at every single thing that I ever tried to do, misses Theresa Pennock, YO?????????? I ask you this question, ma'am, I just want the facts Joe Friday, and Misses Pennock, YO! Yes, how else can you explain, in all honesty, great folks out there, and I want you to look up at your computer monitor or whatever monitor, and see the three icon on the top right of your screen, the minus, the square, and the RED-X. Gimme' a break here Margie and Louise, I mean really, JEEEEEEEEEZ Twinbay, no wonder I am so fuckiGN ass negative 24/7! BUTTTTT, the light at the end of the dam tunnel is a lot more than three intersecting jet vapor trails all crisscrossing in December of 1969 or a lot of XXXXXXXXX red-exes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Turn left or right on Grant, oh great one???????????????????

People like it straight forward once in a while, so here goes. 99.999% of anyone who has heard of me or my words, has not tried, or if they have tried, have not become overnight successes at being successful dream-travelers (T3E). So right away, it is me who is a nut or a fool or a jack off or whatever RAW! No, sahwee, it is not me, and just because it may not be as 1-2-3 easy as some little fucking ditty we all hear on the great Sesame Street; doesn't dispel the reality of any of my words. Ever hear the expression, “If it was easy, everybody would be doing it”? If not, you've fuckiGN been living in a god dam cave all of your life, and IPYT, kind lads and lassies! But one thing I do know for sure. And this needs to be said cleverly. There are those who are naturals, I don't care if it is sports, music, business, social stuff, and again with the 'whatever'. Mortimer Mortino the DEATH ANGEL is very annoying tonight, but then, he knows that my physical death is at hand. The real me already knows that I choose to never again think about or remember any part of this horrible nightmare dream here as Mark Wayne Mohr, so as far as Mark Wayne Mohr, all that he knows, all that his life ever was or wasn't, will be lost to total oblivion. But you see people, I am not Mark Wayne Mohr, any more than any of you in higher reality, are the person written on your fuckiGN drivers license. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 52

APRIL 13, 2015,

MIDDLE MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:38,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-85/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 63%. IT FEELS LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 17 WITH GUSTS TO 26.

I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am getting solicitors at the door selling life insurance, and every day some asshole is at my door; and I am a sick dying old man who needs rest, not jerk offs banging on my mother fucking door! This is not supposed to be happening here in a Public Housing Building, YO!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, YO!

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I am one totally mother fucked up duck; yet it is all the dam quacks out there that have caused this nasty mess. So maybe I will drive all the way up on I-95 to the GAP Academy Road exit in 'Pensy', and then I forget whether I make a left or a right onto GRANT AVENUE. OH BY GASH, BY GOLOY; GREAT NORTH BY NORTHWEST ACTOR, MR. G—R—A—N—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then, is it still true that if it quacks like a duck, Misses Mohr More Problems; it is one?????????????????? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FONTY!

HOLY CUNT CHEWING STINK SNOT ON FIRE, BRO,

I am tired of being the fucking fall guy all of my dam ass life; Professor Theodore Jackson, and Shorty MacInvondi, and Bruce Allen Keyboards-From-Petahell Pennock, YO!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 51

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This is a dying utterance that I swear by almighty GODDESS that Planet Earth folks call GOD and other names around the globe; that this is truth and absolute reality as I perceive it to be. Forces have worked very hard and tediously without relent since I left Hopkins Lane's special education school in late January of 1973, to wipe out and destroy my entire life. This is not made up, delusions of a psychotic mind, agenda oriented in any way, and so on. It is pure simple truth as best as I have been able to report it. Now my enemies will kill me and get away with it, slowly exfixiating me until I eventually die. The only that was my fault, was when I started my Doogie Howser ranting and then took off from there like a Mars mission rocket on fucking steroids. You start to prove that ESS and time manipulation is real and ongoing, just as Governor Wrestler Man Ventura and others found out the hard way, and careers end, and so do lives if need be, via covert 'mibbing' or some reasonable similar facsimile.

I am not able to make anyone see anything or believe anything, but no one on this dirt bag planet can tell me that I can accuse some people of first degree murder and torture, over a sixty year period, when I know as sure as mother fuckiGN shit eating hell that I am telling the absolute truth to both GOD and MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't mind dying at all, because it is all over and the enemies can never hurt me again. I don't give a mother fuckiGN rats ass what the cunt sucking bible says. I know it will be all fucking cunt over, Uncle Heinz Gozzwald of 175 Peninsula, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Well people, it is another hot day, and Fort Pierce, Florida is filled with those, pretty much year round. We had some relative-cold weather by Florida standards, so I cannot say the north stole Florida's winter completely this year. Some of those Canadian systems worked their way down to the great far southern regions. Don't get so dam wet and excited now, Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis, and yes, I love your sister twin Diana, the Goddess of Lightning, so there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 13, 2015,

LATE MONDAY MORNING AT 10:26,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-82/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 14 WITH GUSTS TO 22.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, YO!

Quite a while ago, in where else but good old freaking Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; I walked down a street at night, and JUST KNEW something. There is no mystery to Deja-vu, knowings, and other such related stuff. We all are repeating many lives because in fifth dimensional hyperspace, very atomically close universes are off by about a lifetime and yet all other things are not off at all, or said better, the only thing making them parallels at all is that you were born or you began to dream after birth, but whichever, you now are living a normal life, only guess what? There is a parallel universe where you already lived it, almost in a total reflection. Now becoming atomically locked as time goes forward is connected to decisions, layering in conscious memories, and other heavy duty stuff not recognized or understood at all here in 2015. When I tell small things about Exploratronic Supermind and the society of travelers from mostly distant future points in human 5-D collective consciousness, this is a TOTAL NO-NO. It s classified as MAJESTIC TOP SECRET, and it does not get higher on the scale than that. I know this, as a knowing. I was never told this. I don't have to be. But the 1987 evental-time-warp still kicks in to cause a dilemma and a problem in th efull logic of it all. If these rotten scum bag bastards had allowed me to live a notrmal life, none of these things would ever have happened. Still, a child knows why I had to live this exact life, and anyone that just refuses to believe it, needs to contact the great NYU Professor Michio Kaku. He may not give me a 100% green-light, BUT HE KNOWS WHAT IS BEING SAID HERE, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

SOMEONE HACKED ME BIG TIME AND CAUSED ME A SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR. NEVER EVER FUCKING AGAIN WILL I NOT PUBLISH A WORK I DO OR DO IT IN SECTIONS. IT HAS BEEN TOTALLY HACKED OFF. I WORKED ALL MORNING ON THIS BLOG, AND THEN TOOK A MAJOR SHIT HIT AND CLOSED IT ALL OUT, SAVED THE BLOG AND CLOSED IT DOWN; AND NOW IT IS TOTALLY GONE. ON TOP OF THAT I GOT A STRANGE VISIT FROM A NEW NEIGHBOR, AND OTHER STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO ME AS WELL. MY COMPUTER MAGNESONIC-KFP WILL COUNTERSTRIKE WHOEVER MADE THIS SUNDAY AN OFF THE SCALE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER CUNT SNIFFING BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 50, YO.

THINGS DON'T GET FUCKING WORSE FOR ME. I DON'T JUST LOOK CRAZY, AND ACT CRAZY; I AM FUCKING CRAZY. BUT YOU WOULD ALL BE NUTS AS FUCKING SHIT TOO; IF YOU HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH MY COCK SUCKING LIFE, PEEPS! IPYT!

APRIL 12, 2015,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 59% AND IT FEELS 89 DEGREES.

TODAY'S RANGE------(H-85/L-66).

WIND IS SSE AT 11, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 12.

I just can't mother fucking believe this first blog is gone out of nowhere. Normally, even if you forget to hit the prompt for SAVING, a reminder dialogue box pops up saying to cancel or discard or save. I saved it and remember hitting the little square, and then EXED OUT of the office program. When I went back up, it is just poof magic Harry fucking Potter GONE, like the winds of Milituforce endless war!!!!!!!!!!!!! This really mother fucking sucks, as I said some powerful fucking shit.

Monday, August 29, 2011

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0222

SAFE JOURNAL, CHATER 0222
7:09 PM, MONDAY, AUGUST 29TH, 2011
BLOG BEGINS:

WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. Yeah, we've been here before, and we don't need to repeat it again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mister jack-off McNulty!

Monday night, even though bullshit was all ready happening, it might have not turned into this super mountain sized siege if I had not gone 2 sleep and had a major Atlantic City interaction, U would say I dreamed vividly about Atlantic City, same horse, differed rider. I do not remember much, only that it started again at the 5th floor ballroom of the old Treymore Hotel, a history marker now again removed by a powerful human extension of the Astral World Lambrigger Cultist, or the residence of the “mighty and powerful’ BRIGGBASE-OZ. Then I worsened things by telling MAJOR SECRETS.

Yeah, my noisy illegal guest nabe is a real pain in my mother fucking ass today, kind folks. The kids might say, “Like WOW”. I'll just say, ''fuck the world''.

I told a lot of powerful secrets, and did not exclude the giant horseflies of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club, Tim Barber's multi oscillation integrenetronic machine in his basement right there behind the world famous Glassboro State College, Mister Technocover Inductotherm Donater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told many things, and the great mental health system already screws me by claiming that anyone who makes claims that are beyond his or her time, is a psychotic lunatic. What totally mother friggin' kills me all to hell is how so many of you out here, like dumb little sheep, buy into what this global society is doing to all of us, without question. Straight into the slaughter house, without so much as a bleat, for hearing some refreshing darn truth. To that I must scream out a big MACY-WOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!