SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF
APRIL 8, 2015
This is more for my own files than anything else.
Whenever memories fade or go in-between two possible things, such as
what I discussed on recent blogs about whether I sent my music
copyright project, that included the medical disaster, and my
attempts to reduce a weekly ativan dosage from 28 down to 10
milligrams, and my discussing this with a very mysterious lab
technician that was not normally at a particular throat specialists
office; and the memory began to split in so far as much as I began
pondering, was this right before or right after my train trip down to
Orlando, Florida. The train trip was a major incident that lies
in-between this so-called event-split that would follow some type of
interference in the fifth dimension by the ESS, and even more than
this, is all of the stuff that is around what is being pondered
about, that pertains to parts of that train trip. Now before I go on,
I experienced a major situation early this morning that mirror images
this late 1983 verses early 1984 situation where my memory seems to
drop into two absolute possibilities. What happened is suddenly not
remembering an incident correctly about a night at Cifaloglio up in
Jersey while doing security guard duty on the weekends. It involved
Atlantic City, go figure, and the great all mighty radio station down
there by Ex-Mayor Levy's lifeguard tower. Folks, I was super trumped
without knowing it. I thought in 1988 when Sally Starr called the
Mayor's office on my behalf, that I was pretty cool. I am nothing.
These mother fucking entertainment world scum are all in the ESS,
some do not maintain their conscious memory to it, but I promise you,
this is a fact. They all come from the BRIGGBASE, where my distant
cousin is the head dictator of, so to speak. Someone interfered with
time either within the last few hours, or recently, making me totally
forget that it was WAYW-FM of Atlantic City, that I just happened to
tune into on this particular January night in 2009, close to a year
before I left the state forever, but on a tape I was using in my car,
while maintaining my life journal on cassette tape, I was saying how
I was going to leave in the dead of night, from Cifaloglio, and carry
out the plan that eleven months in the future, was meticulously done
verbatim. Suddenly and magically, I was totally unsure whether it was
this radio station where this Mike and Diane Show came on, right
after Mariah Carey was played, her song called, “Gonna' Get Along
without You”, and that crap with Paula and Regis Philbin, and the
politically correct threat stuff came on; copying exactly what I said
recently on a blog, to M.C. I took real major offense to this, and
know it was no coincidence, and my tuning into the station was not
one either. This same technology that is super high advanced from
anything the greatest computer hackers are aware of as of 2015, is
all part of this shit. Long story made extremely short, it is also
how they get me to see ONES ON COUNTERS AND CLOCKS continually and
relentlessly. It drives me mother fuckiGN crazy as god dam
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But they indeed do have this horrible
fucking ass advanced super high tech,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, it was as if two realities
were in my past. I was fully convinced that this all happened at
work, yes, but before the great family kidnapped me in late August,
sometime in 2008. How do Type-3-Exploratrons do what they do, many
wonder. I have tried my fucking best to explain how it works, and am
not going to fret and sweat if people are simply not willing or able,
to understand or believe these powerful awesome true realities. But I
also know, that when reality gets effected from shit pulled by ESS,
weather gets nuts as shit, too hot, too cold, super storms, totally
rash and unusual national as well as local weather patterns, and then
on top of all of this shit, events begin to clot like blood on a
healing fucking wound. For example, discussing my plans to drive
south into the night without anything but the clothes on my back, and
eleven months later, this exact reality was destined to fucking
occur, no two ways about it, as if it was sealed with cement on
steroids. Other shit is there as well. For the mother fucker who
recently got a wild message through to me through a series of very
clever back doors that I am totally unsafe to further discuss, or
many might be in grave fuckiGN danger, and myself included; that my
latest music project is not by any means a depiction of my daughter's
singing voice, remember that in 1980, I had super shit to work with.
Up in this so called future of great technology, take me at my word
when I tell you this is all garbage up here. Back in time, I could
sample something such as this telephone conversation, and with a few
little bells and whistles, all the talent of my daughter would be
there, and you would not be able to tell the difference between what
I did and what she did, except for an age difference perhaps. Still,
I was not speaking in recent blogs about the music as proof, but the
opening line which is the only thing real on that song. And yes, I
told 'K' about the note you or your friend, whoever you are, left for
me, Mister Van!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have some very dangerous fucking friends, Regis,
my advice to you is the same advice I have given to many people who I
care for in this world. Watch over your shoulder, YO. These are very
dangerous fuckiGN people, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like my comrades to the northeast have let me
down. I hoped they would offer me some asylum from all these
nightmare wicked demonic fucking people. You are one lucky mother
fucker, Mister Snowed-IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HALLS
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CHAPTER
41
THREE
STOOGES IN ONE, HERE ON THIS BLOG.
APRIL
8, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 12:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85%, FEELING LIKE 78 DEGREES.
Bob
McDowell of the great Federal Communications Commission, sir and old
1972 buddy-pal; I am being major hacked.
I froze up and had to manually go off and back on, and now a pop
screen is telling me cookies that were scanned by anti-virus have
been found and fixed. Hopefully I may resume this blog and have some
small amount of legally protected constitutional rights, laugh laugh
laugh funny funny funny Sheila big-tits Franklin. Yeah old buddy,
this is a real wonderful empire I live under the oppression of,
24-7-365.2422, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ASKS ME, ''You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits''?
My
response was: An angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry to sound so dam
negative, beautiful Twinbay of E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!
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You
see people, the empire is scared fucking shitless because time
manipulation is now totally verifiable by my Morianity story and
backed up in Washington at the GAP © Office!
Choke
on that one, wealthy distant fucking cousin,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He
knows you can't fake the steak, or the technical sampling. I have a
strong suspicion that long before my trip to Florida and eventual
creating at the BonJovi Avalon place in Port Saint Lucie, that this
was done in big powerhouse fucking Manhattan studios. They all knew
this shit before I did.
I
can't ever know anything for sure, how could I? I'm not fucking god
almighty. But it seems that life totally whacked out, just as the
MIGHTY MAYANS SEEMED TO KNOW, right on target and right on schedule,
BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!
I
am most likely going to be sacrificed, because the medical community
will not allow this information out, and even are part of a distant
future connected plot and scheme, that only a few billionaires are
onto out of the entire private non governmental sector of the
population; are allowed to know about, such as Trump; explaining how
he knew all along about my MEDICAL TAPE sent to the Copyright Office,
back in early 1984 or maybe the end of 1983, as my memory has been
effected to not knowing whether it was sent before or after, my train
trip on the Amtrak Train, down to Orlando, Florida. When memories
fuzz out, it is not the brain going. Seeing it that way is believing
the world is flat because it al;ways appears that way in the
illusion. If
time is manipulated
by the Exploratronic
Supermind
Society
however; that is why a part of you thinks it could be one year, and
another part thinks another year. The reason is because the original
single reality that was altered, is now both that one, as well as the
altered one, with whatever the dam ESS did. Let me now go to Cable
Zoo Boulevard, and up to the mighty cool Comcast telephone numbers
initiation building, of the fucking modern day dam ass dinosaurs. Did
my ears just ring and burst from these crashing 'symbols', kind
folks, YO???????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Did
you just say it is cold in Wisconsin, Mizz Cali English teacher,
Donna Fargo; or was that, ''Funny Face, I need and love you''?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
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located in the lower front of the neck. The thyroid’s job is to
make thyroid hormones, which are secreted into the blood and then
carried to every tissue in the body. Thyroid hormone helps the body
use energy, stay warm and keep the brain, heart, muscles, and other
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Yesterday
in the early evening, I had a heart to heart talk with someone who I
have spoken with several times over the telephone, who works in the
psych department at my health insurance place, and who got me my
original appointment in Vero Beach, at the Behavior Health Clinic.
Last Thursday, I had a very bad reaction to a medicine that the
psychiatrist there who is my doctor now at that place; prescribed for
me. It took painstaking agony and indescribable anxiety om my part
for five days, after nearly dying of a bad reaction to this
anti-psychotic drug he wants me to take, despite my telling him that
I have serious bad reactions, and cannot take antidepressant meds or
pain meds; as both of these have something about their particular
chemistry, that totally wipes out my body and brain, causing
unfathomable hellish reactions. But he is the doctor and he insisted.
I will never again be bullied into taking this. My tongue swelled,
the room grew bright, it was difficult to breathe, and I began to
experience not only a beyond horrible panic attack, but numerous
other symptoms that were beyond unpleasant. When my case manager at
my insurance company called last evening, I leveled with her and
probably told her way too much about my past and how it all fits
together. I told her my problem is a thyroid dysfunction brought
about by electromagnetic activity used by machines that were all
built and put together in an experimental way, and were used to
attempt to cure me of my physical illness that I contracted at a
print shop in early 1977, that later on had become to be known as
AIDS. I am the only person ever totally cured of AIDS. But the side
effect of this, is a damaged thyroid gland. I tried to keep the story
as down to Earth as humanly possible, but I know now it was a mistake
to tell her so much. The insurance company records all that is said s
well, for 'quality assurance', you all have heard that line
yourselves, while calling either your utility company, credit card
comp[any, or your own health system, I would bet dimes to donuts you
have. Whatever happens, I have done all that I can to fight this
problem that I have had ever since Joann and Bill Marney put mer onto
their friend who knew hot shot Steve Marcus, owner of the great Mars
Graphics, in westville, New Jersey. My immediate supervisor there,
Mister Steven John McGinty, always wanted to know why I had such a
fear of women, and I was blocking all the hell that went down all
around me in Atlantic City, back then. When I contacted him in the
autumn of 1996 while I resided at the Somerdale home at Yale and
Harvard Avenue intersection; several miles east of Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania, and Camden, New Jersey; a mile or so east of the Robin
Hill Apartment complex; his wife or some Milituforce enemy, told him
not to contact me ever again. I cannot swear to that as that would be
legal hearsay. But he was so interested in knowing about it and
indeed had wondered ever since the days we worked together at the
Mars print shop in 1977. He was driving a truck and said he was
taking it out of state and would be back the following week. When he
got back, he would get in touch and to quote him, he said, “we will
get together at a diner or something, as I want to hear all about
your problem”. I can still hear him saying this to me over my
telephone on that bright sunny autumn 1996 day, in my new home that
turned into a nightmare from the day I moved into it, and just kept
getting worse. As I said, he never got back, and I tried twice to get
in touch, and was given the run around treatment. I knew what had
happened, the same thing that always happens when I try to tell
anything connected with the great Sarah Krasse Krassle, such as when
I told Dave Roth for th every first time at Medport Diner in the
spring time in 1986, and then all hell broke loose around us with the
local police.
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What happened to
me over the past 13,000 years is not allowed to be told. The great
HALLS WALL simply won't permit it. I am most likely going to be
sacrificed, because the medical community will not allow this
information out, and even are part of a distant future connected plot
and scheme, that only a few billionaires are onto out of the entire
private non governmental sector of the population; are allowed to
know about, such as Trump; explaining how he knew all along about my
MEDICAL TAPE sent to the Copyright Office, back in early 1984 or
maybe the end of 1983, as my memory has been effected to not knowing
whether it was sent before or after, my train trip on the Amtrak
Train, down to Orlando, Florida, when I went to visit my old coworker
and Chief Recording Engineer, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Labs
in Camden, New Jersey, after he moved down to Florida and opened up a
road side small restaurant; Mister Howard Solomon.
I think I knew
and started putting a lot of this together in the summer and autumn
back in 2009, up in Hammonton, New Jersey, while kidnapped under
Stockholm Syndrome, by the King family, Dawn-Marie and Ann. Things
that happened with their relatives down at the harbor, funny funny
funny Mister Microsoft prompt, no, the HARBOR, oh they do it whether
I capitalize or not, adding in a prompt option for hitting the ENTER
KEY, to make it harborFIELDS, such as in this example. No detention
centers, and no high schools out of state, but plenty of recurring
nightmares, towel seepage, and hyperspace equation. Then I come down
to Florida with dirty hands, at least in the opinion of distant
cousin David and his great rapper pal Darius Evans, to view them on
YOUTUBE, go there, and click the search area and type, Deezy Slim. He
has really cool stuff up there, if you like that type of music, and
most do. Who am I but some dumb ass has been old-fogey who needs to
be taken out and turned into bright cherry red bloody washcloths, all
surgically removed over at Chill-Moe Tom Reale's Cornwall Avenue
place, now sold to the great ACMUA, or Atlantic City Municipal
Utilities Authority. Let me type in on Google and try to get to their
website, and I am blocked somehow. WOW, does it get a whole lot
mother fuckiGN better than this, because if so, I'd greatly Donna
Gaines and Angela Central Park appreciate it, if you'd spare the
beautiful new gorgeous building up there, but tell me instead, just
where on the dam net I can go where blogs get better than
this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah; old outdated pitiful fucking me; huh Adam
Central Pier Mailmen? No such word anymore accepted, like
old-fogey. The world has really gone to mother fucking
hell in a hand basket at light speed squared, Sarah and Albert, and
anyone else; huh CUZZ CLEAN and CUZZ SUPERWEALTHY???????????????????
“That's
just reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”.
Holy astral
tennis games Diana, when will you ever come around? In hyperspace, I
see you so often, flashing so close to me, even feeling your lovely
currents. I love you so much lightning. Why do you forsake me,
precious girl????????????????????????????????????
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BLOGGER
ASKS ME, ''You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits''?
My
response was: An angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry to sound so dam
negative, beautiful Twinbay of E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!
There
is absolutely nothing funny about my mother fucking life, OR MY GOD
DAM MURDER, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MA'AM,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEADS WILL ROLL AFTER I AM DEAD, SHERIFF K.M.
I
HAPPEN TO THINK THIS HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE YOU ALL CALL LIFE, STINKS AND
SUCKS. IF YOU ARE HAPPY, WELL, THEN I AM HAPPY FOR YOU. SEE, I AM NOT
SUCH A HORRIBLE ROTTEN GUY, YO!
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IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG, AND CHANNEL 12 SOUTH FLORIDA
TELEVISION.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
40
My
life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
APRIL
7, 2015,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
This
is fucking cunt ridiculous, Mister Kaiter of 1967, and
'XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX' Mizz Louise
Hendershodt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS WALLS,
CHAPTER 39
I am under heavy air
siege, on a scale from 1-10 with ten being absolute death air siege,
it is around a good solid nasty ass seven.
SMALL LOUD ASS
PRIVATE TYPE OF PLANES AND A FEW NASTY CHEMTRAILS ARE ALL AROUND, AS
I SAID, IT'S BAD, AND YET I HAVE SEEN WORSE. BUT NOTICE I SAID I
COULDN'T GET MY STUFF YESTERDAY, MIZZ A.G. PAM BONDI, BECAUSE THE
STORES WERE ALL CLOSED FOR DAM EASTER SUNDAY; AND THAT I WOULD MOST
LIKELY BE OUT TODAY DOING MY ERRANDS, SO THEY WERE JUST LAYING IN
WAIT FOR ME. THIS IS SOMETHING THE FUCKING MILITUFORCE IS REAL GOOD
AT, AND WHY? BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM WHO ATTACK THEIR
PERCEIVED ENEMIES WHEN THEY ARE DOWN AND OUT THE MOST AND AT THEIR
LOWEST FUCKING EBB. THIS IS BY CHANCE, EXACTLY HOW THE U.S. MILITARY
TRAINS ITS FIGHTERS TO OPERATE. I SAY, IT IS LOW DOWN DIRTY FIGHTING,
AND THE ENITRE NATION WHO ONCE CLAIMED TO LOVE GODDESS JEHOVAH AND
THE PURITANS WHO CAME HERE AND SETTLED WITH THESE QUAINT AUSTERE
RELIGIOUS VIEWS, WOULD ALL HAVE HISSY FITS, TO QUOTE LOVELY JUDGE
JUDY, IF THEY COULD SEE THIS NATION TODAY IN 2015 AND OVER TH EPAST
FUCKING THREE OR FOUR DECADES NOW. IPYT FOLKS.
I had incredible
hyperspace interactions last night that woke me around dawn, not
KING. Later on when the time is right, I will tell a lot of stuff, to
get back at a lot of rotten nasty horrendous monster ass people. IPYT
BRO!
APRIL
6, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:53,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 71%, IT FEELS LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 8 WITH GUSTS TO 20.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE----(H-82/L-66).
I
HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU
LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM
LIVING THING IN THIS COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
38
I want to
sincerely apologize for all of my terrible behavior on Easter Sunday.
I am very reverently sorry for that obscene horrific outburst. Life
gets to me once in a while folks, not that this is anything but a cop
out, but boy does it attack me and it never gives me a moments peace,
just as Agents Falcon and condor said, on that fantastic television
documentary from 1988, aired on WPIX-TV, in New York, NY. There is
never an excuse for extremely raunchy rude revolting lascivious
language and down right wicked evil behavior. Lightning all tells me
on the Astral Plane, “Ricky, if you act like this, then you're no
better than they are and then how can you talk about them without
talking about yourself as well”. She is 100% totally on the money
correct.
APRIL
6, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 8:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE----------(H-75/L-66).
HUMIDITY
IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 76 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AND CALM, OCCASSIONALLY GUSTING 10.
My
only true beef is against hypocrisy, and is why I despise the trait
in myself, when I start observing it running in my life. Children are
taught from the opening bell in school until they walk off in those
stupid looking hats, we are a free people. We can speak out and tell
openly what is on our minds, you know, voice our legitimate concerns
in a peaceful way. This will get justice for all people. And a
hundred little things all just like this, are pounded into our kids
in the public educational system, and this is very very bad and
terribly wrong, and extremely dangerous. They all leave school, and
the same again if they go further on and do the college route; and
they honestly believe all of this, and are totally completely
clueless to the truth of the JFK-MOVIE, that blatantly depicts to any
open minded soul, brave enough to accept a dark side of this nation;
that YOU CANNOT FIGHT THESE PEOPLE, especially if you are not one of
the billionaires or one of the great celebrities maybe, who knows
exactly how the American power order truly operates any more. It is
all baked in a giant pot of obfuscation and muttered up from here to
the intersection of Confusion Boulevard, and Zero Avenue; throughout
towns and cities in every single county, in our basic fifty state
union. All I am saying is, I was taught I could fight and do things
so long as I broke no laws on the books in this country, or the
enforceable laws. They keep a lot of laws there for reasons that for
the most part are quite silly, and are rarely if ever enforced. It is
along the principle of going after Mister Gangster Capone for his
evading of income taxes. They wanted murder charges, but they could
actually get convictions on charges for tax evasion, so they went
with that, and quite successfully. Life can only stink when a nobody
with zero power and resources trues to take on a super power like the
United States. Screw it!
Don't
get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious
trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE; while
ten football player built type G-men, all wrestle me to the ground
for some final stand off. I was a very peaceful non combatant type of
person. My early school records showed that the authorities wished I
would grow a backbone and become more assertive and learn to properly
fight back more often, within the sociologically acceptable limits of
course. I merely make the point here, or am attempting to do so; that
I am not the typical sixties kid with long hair, and went to all the
protests and marches and sit ins and joined groups protesting nuke
plants or the war in Vietnam. The joke here folks, is that you really
need to reverse the activities and the mindset of the typical
''60's-kids'', in order to get to me. Also, it took more to provoke
me, than most bullies wanted to even exert the needed effort, to try
and accomplish it. But if the educational system would do it more
like the old mid twentieth century soviet system operated, we all
would be far better off for it, both us, and those who govern over
us. They were told from the first day of first grade and were never
not re-told this right up to the day of the stupid looking hats, AKA
graduation. Yes, they were told. Told not to raise any stinks and
fusses. Not to even say or show anything that could even be remotely
construed as your disagreement with your governing bodies. Obey, do
your best, keep your mouth shut, and on top of the list, the great
Mister Goldsmith advice from the great SYFY show, “The Twilight
Zone”, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT CAUING ANY TROUBLE. See this for
yourself, get the box set of the great SYFY show, 'TTZ'. Of course,
real Morians and those who know my hell and my plight of a half
century minimum time now, one way or the other; realize that a lot
more stuff lays behind these major heavy covert OZ-CURTAINS, you
know; the American Express thing,
Callio, hyperspace,
towel seepage effects, the SODI land
management great transdimensional corporation, my partners who
were from Hammonton, and who over here, are
part of Dawn and Ann's great King Branch to this awesome family
of fears and tears and 28 years of copyrighted nightmares, as of 1997
when that tune was written and sent for official copyright
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Well, I don't want
to end up locked up in lighthouses, in vivid nightmare dreaming
interactions, so I better cool it, you know, here
we go again, no real freedom, just the illusion of freedom.
Believe it or not, saying that one sentence highlighted in blue
colored font; is enough to get a blog placed on
a lower tier of the watchdog's enemies list. Again, if you
don't get a copy of the JFK movie from 1992, then it is really
honestly YOUR HUGE LOSS. Even if you saw it already, you need to see
it in the new light of viewing it after reading Morianity and
Mountainpen.
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FOLKS, I just had
a real nice talk with my pal Mikey from down in Lauderdale. It was
really nice to hear from him. Once in a blue moon, something a little
bit nice comes into my messed up life.
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TELEVISION.
HOLY
TOLEDO TECHNO PIX, AND FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER, AND JUPITER INLET!
Last
night Diana's beyond gorgeous yellow-orange moon came up over the
ocean at Jupiter Inlet, and I got to see her on the Jupiter Cam
thanks to the awesome GAP TWB people. Thank you TWB. Thank you for
shining down on me all night, lovely moon.
WELL,
I'LL BE A HORSES ASS!
Good Lord and a quarter, I'll
do anything to get out of this one, Lenny McKinnon, even shut down my
blogs permanently if that is what you want YO. I'll be waiting for
some kind of a message, BRO! I wouldn't give one penny to that rotten
clinic!
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
YEAH
HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ALMIGHTY
JEHOVAH GODDESS. YOU ARE MY ETERNAL TEEN QUEEN. I AM ALWAYS THAT-BOY,
AND AM ALL YOURS!!!!!
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING
TERMINATES NOW.
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