CALLIO'S
FLOWERS, AND:
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 78
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2.
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE
GREAT DENNIS SNYDER,
“IS
JUST REALITY, SON”!
APRIL
23, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING 10:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY----(H-79/L-69).
HUMIDITY
IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SW AT 6 WITH A SMALL GUST TO 7.
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING? IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY. NOW WE ARE
ALL DEMANDED AND OMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER MOTHER FUCKING
ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T
NATURAL, AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE
GOING NUTS, ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE. IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know, only the fucking devil himself,
along with all of this 'Rahsty-followers'; could manage to pull this
off. He was a bigger taper over the phone than my buddy from 1972 @
the Cooley Hall. HAY MACY BUNCH OF PULLED GIBB-LEVY ADSPOTS:
Three-six-nine,
the goose drank wine. The monkey chewed tobacco on the street car
line. The line broke. The monkey got chocked, and we all went to
Sahasra Dal Kanwal on a little row about, that's a fact. Check it
out. Do not pout!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MERRY AND MIKE MCNULTY. But why did HALLS FAWCES want to go to so
much trouble and bother and expend so much energy and time, just to
pull off certain weird things over the past 5-6 decades, one is left
to very seriously ponder and query over, YO????????
Just
as there are dozens of weird things that I've come to recently figure
out seem to make a computer do some really far out shit, hacked or
not hacked, at least by any direct form of human conscious energy
systems (by people of their own free will), there are also hundreds
of non-computer related things that act in a similar fucking matter,
and it really mother fucking pisses me off, and let me quickly
explain just why it does, great folks! Because these are the
seemingly on the surface, harmless things; that make the life of one
person total hell, the life of another person, total heaven, and the
life of yet another person, right smack dab in the middle. There
indeed are three things that are happening behind the scenes of what
an y normal; people can ever look into. There really are a pair of
fucking OZ-CURTAINS,
and there really is a hyperspace equation, and yes Virginia and
Virginia Avenue in Atlantic City, there really is both a Santa Claus,
and a Sarah Callio, over at 401; and
does this symbolically stand for retirement plan alphabet number ten,
as in we were but ten, Sarah; or does it stand for the realer and
truer reality, my people; of the KRASSLE?????????
Hay
don't look at me. I have many questions, and I put them down on a
blog. But I never said since around age 30 or so, that I am close to
being the great and powerful ALKNOWER of any OZWALD or BABYLONIANS
lands of magic and mystery and wild daughters! Hay I'm honest, and
I'll prove it to you people. I just realized that I am wrong about
the letter K. It is not letter ten, it is letter number eleven.
YOU
MISSED ME THERE, JANEY
SLUTWHORE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE,
WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF FUCKING TURD CHEWING ASS ELEVEN, SO
HA-HA-HA-HA YA-BITCH!!!!!!!!!
Here
is some of the shit that really pisses me off at C-SQ. I am a person
who loves goodness and fairness, and only tries to please people, and
was brought up to live by the Golden Rule. I try hard to do that, and
never claimed Pennock-Perfection, of course. BUTTTT-BIG
ASS FUCKING BUTTTT,
folks; no matter what seeds I planet, when it comes time for harvest,
and not that shithole up there with Jessica Grant on 25th
and Orange Avenue here in town, but when it is time to do the sow
part of the biblical reap and sow; my life proves one of two things
now after 60+ years of hard time on this mother fuckiGN planet.
Either this entire Christianity is a hoax, or else I have died and
gone to hell, and this shit all around me is just a part of it, that
means all of you and all of your lives and all of your shit, and from
the distant past all the way to the dim lit corridors of the future.
Do I claim to know with any certainty just which of these two are the
real deal? The answer is a simple unequivocal unadulterated
NO-NO-NO-NO, without any electronic metaphysics tapes, or any of my
many made up characters, who in real truth, all used me and my life
in hell, to get here to this plane of existence. That is what
PHASE-4-ENTITIES do, and what they are all about for crissake,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
may indeed not know which of these two it is, but I absolutely DO
KNOW that it is either YING or it is YANG. In electrical reality,
there is no YANIG or YINAG. There isn't even any YINGYANG! It is
either positive polarity or it is negative polarity. Now yes, getting
into a frightening concept that even the great astrophysics labs, and
the NYU Professor M. Kaku, don't like discussing too much; there is
non-atomic
reality,
and this is because the Lawtronics defend themselves so to speak, on
the seventh dimension (D-7), by using this principle, so that if and
whenever necessary, this entire multiverse can be gobbled up in a
lower energy scramble and then reshuffled to clean out the shit that
has infected the entire mess. This principle works in all the smaller
truths right down to a person's immune system fighting germs and
viruses in our bodies. You cannot have things that tiny doing this,
unless it first is happening on a level so gargantuan that no one out
here would be able to begin to understand what is being spoken of on
this blog. The joke is that this has been done many times. But as
with a perfectly done splice job in human terms; we cannot tell that
it ever happened, but it has folks, more times than there are numbers
possible, in the numbers game. So go do a Postal-Paget on that, if
you wish, kind peeps!
Now
for several weeks, I have been both beaten up, as well as taken to a
very weird place in Pennsylvania about 20 miles northwest, give or
take of central Philadelphia, while my physical body sleeps and
rests. Last night continued this serial nightmare some more. Only
powerful T3E can force a person into an interaction
with
them on their realm. It
is done with extremely sophisticated towel-seepage
hyperspace-equation or TSHE for short,
and for the one being pulled in and used, it is normally not pretty,
and last night for me was no different, or maybe I should say earlier
this day, as I fell asleep around daybreak, and this happened I am
sure around 7-9 AM somewhere, physical-body-time. I of course was not
in my body, and this ''dream'' is what is being discussed.
I
am somewhere in a parallel universe, and court ordered to be in this
horrible place. It is like a sike-ward in a fruit cake factory, but
different in many ways. If I do or say anything at all, I get
horribly punished. A woman runs the place. It is beyond nightmarish
cubed. I have one good friend there, and it is someone I never met
here or anywhere else in the multiverse, that I am able to
consciously remember anyway. There are things so unbloggable that are
in this, and unless I feel I will be dead in hours, I doubt I'll tell
it.
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, I may be a little behind figuring all of this
out, and some have recently helped and aided me, one not done nicely
at all, but all said and done, it was Dutch Uncle good for me, in the
long running play and scheme of all things. There was a toy I enjoyed
messing with while visiting with my three friends in the summer time
in 1997, after coming home from swimming in the ocean in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, at the Berlin Radio Shack, on the Route-30 White
Horse Pike, Fred Windstein, Mirrors Craig, and Hard-Knuckles Don.
This toy was sold by Tandy back then, and would make sounds as you
pushed interactive buttons on it. We all would crack up when it would
ask me who I was and I said, “The Mayor”, and the thing would ask
again, and I repeated it in a real smart-ass voice, and after a short
pause, this cool thing would say to me, “You're clueless”. Well,
if it had been happening two years earlier, I would have bought it
for the dude in the Haddonwood swimming pool. We then could have had
a gift swap or exchange or RAW, back when he gave me those cool books
from the Washington Heights, New York Library about all sorts of
scientific shit. I have it to this day, and wonder forever why
certain few things seemed to be destined to make it down here that
night on 11 December of 2009, when I ran away from the KINGS, to
escape to Florida, with practically nothing but what I was wearing
and a few bags thrown into the back seat and the trunk of a mid-sized
car. So if you're out there ever, Joan Lap-Lane, yeah, I'm not
Superman, and Joe Berrios is not the Flash, BUTTTTTT, he was able to
translate that cool Spanish song that most South Americans do not
speak. I was unaware that so many dam languages were down there in
lovely South America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
all great Palm Beach Television people; I do not need to be Gawky
Gaukauk to know that I
was minding my own whittle freaking bizz back in middle 1980,
after leaving my home at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in Mantua, New
Jersey, USA, ESMWG; for my first of three eventual stays at a place
once called by me (THE
FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD),
and later to be known by me and others all over that area, as the
(ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS).
So much fits here, Clueless Pool-Roy. But then, Gawky
Magic allknower;
we cannot leave out the two greats, who moved my mother and me, into
1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, or
the two greats shortly thereafter,
who wanted to know why I was so far from my home!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
FONTY. Boy
I am clueless; but thanks for the cool books, Mister Colaman. SUP
LOVELY JOAN??? Is three of all of us, enough, MIDDIE?
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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