HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 106-B
What
a powerful ''dream'' that was, and as soon as I posted up little
Merry-Hollister-Lookalike, and started to discuss it; kapow, ping,
zam, dong, boom, Adam West, and all good bats and men everywhere, did
all mother fuckiGN cunt chewing hell break loose for poor old Blogger
Mountainpen. Yes, the subject of Psychiatric Expectancy is quite wild
and major, to say the least. It is like discussing my asshole nabes,
although quite different in subject matter, the intensity of it all
would match up into quite a nice comparison, to say the very least.
These fuckers are having a great old time today, partying, music,
doors, the whole 324 inch enchalate. At least it isn't super bad,
YET! If it gets bad, maybe I'll take my whittle $3.00 Good Will
folding chair and drive over to my local beach for a quick swim and a
half hour of sun bathing and who knows, if the air siege keeps going
strong, I am quite sure the PUSSY-COMMAND wil start up, and maybe
I'll end up with a nice hot fuckiGN girlfriend, to help me crash that
evil fucking turd huffing stock market next week.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking
bastards think I'm playing huh? I have nothing to lose baby shit.
I'll be fucking dead in a month or so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
loose turd swallow juices folks, this is Mack Kaiter ridiculous, YO!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
these mother fuckers are getting to my asshole, goddess fuckiGN dam
it, Debbie Marotto and Sheriff Mascara, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO,
sick diseased mother fuckers! HACKERS HAVE STRUCK THIS MACHINE, AND
IT LOOKS LIKE IT IS TIME TO DIAL FUCKING 911 as this program is all
wormed up. I guess they really want me to go to the beach and get a
hot babe. So fine and mother fucking dandy.
I
hate mother fucking computers and I hate hackers even fucking worse,
ladies and gentlemen. Someone is major fucking harassing me today,
loud airplanes, loud nabes, hacking off the scale, they are making
another cunt chewing mother fuckiGN weekend total cunt sniffing
fucking HELL FOR ME, MIZZ BONDI-AG of FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The reason their appears to be
two chapter number 104's is quite simple; HACKERS. The same thing has
happened on this blog. I made a copy and called the copy, the 'B'
part. But then I got confused and it all got fucked up.
I
am going to have to buy a brand new cunt eating computer, as this one
has more mother fucking viruses in it than a dirty whore from
Columbia and Pipe Maintenance Repairmen of Games Experts, 2008, and
Oaklyn New Jersey garden type apartment complexes.
I
cannot fight something I can't see, to quote even mother fucking
SUPERMAN from the middle nineteen-fifties, in that great black and
white episode with the invisible criminals.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic,
go to all command, open command on G-7.
You
will hear my voice print in my mind now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am setting
your desire key off of the normal-neutral position-J, switching it to
the 'I' position. Your Power Pull Gain is switched now to maximum, at
11.8 inches per nano-second (IPNS), with the controls against your
PPG now being switched to their maximum of 11.5 IPNS. All persons
making my life a living hell and persecuting me to death this weekend
and week and month and all of 2015, scan them now, and all their
loved ones,
brothers-sisters/husbands-wives/sons-daughters/mothers-fathers. You
will be using your (ZDT) Zero Dimensional Technology for your
Punishment Destruct, but now you are scanning, using ADT (Atomic
Duplicational Technology). A crushed Image-Object (I-O) is now placed
on your (T-B) Transpower Block. This IO has been completely singed,
crushed, obliterated, annihilated, and totally ruined, wrecked, and
utterly completely destroyed. Whatever happens to this empowered I-O
will happen to the actual filthy trashy bastards they represent under
your ZDT SCAN. Computer, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B-TONE, phasing
punishment sequencing system, empower to the max, the I-O on your
T-B. The two necessary empowerment tones used to be a high and a low
tone generated through the AT&T Corporation landline telephone
system of 1983, and now need to be converted under special order-391,
(CG-391). G-189, G-1133, G-13, G-917, G-14, CG-391, under G-719,
CG-18----AND STOP!
There's
gonna' be some mother fuckiGN sorry cunt huffing milf muff diving
pricks out here real dam mother fucking soon, old slut huffing
world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just wait and see.
This
does NOT conclude the reading of
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER---105
AKA
CHAPTER 104-B
BECAUSE,
this is CHAPTER 106-B NOW, YO!
But
what really is SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), many are trying to understand;
while scoffing at me. They scoffed at Al Einstein too, with his
SPACE-TIME. And they still scoff at the hard core Quantum Physicists,
with their quote; “until
the universe is observed, it is not real”.
Both of these things are 100% correct, but only MORIANITY ties the
two things perfectly together, sorry if that sounds all braggadocio
cubed, as it is just the dam truth. Morianity has told a powerful
truth, and yes lovely FLO, a very very very Ingridly progressive
idea. But it is not an idea, it is the simple truth of the ages. It
is reality. When I say that nothing is real, I mean it. It is
NOTHING, that is what is real. THAT'S WHAT'S REAL FOLKS, NOTHING,
nothing is real!!!!!!!!!
With
this understood, maybe someday in a century or so; then and only then
can MORIANITY or EPITOMIZED TRUTH be known and understood. But on I
will go until they put my body in the ground, oh lovely
Lord!!!!!!!!!!
Gee,
do I want to learn to swim, or just pump old Mark for information
today, twenty years into negative space-time? He will always wonder
this, without adding the third part of this truth, MIND. But who
gives a mother fuckiGN rotten rats ass shit, about any of this?
99.99% of the universe does not, and this is where all intelligent
life is and will be until we can create colonies out into the
expansion in future days, if we survive all the woes that plague an
advanced civilization, that is. Yes, he says, ''THE MAYOR'', and he
and I will remain totally clueless in 1995 and two years after that
in 1997 over at the Berlin, New Jersey Radio Shack. Well, I am just
quoting one of the little gismos that Tandy used to sell back there
in 1997, WO Billy.
So
while I had a body laying in my bed, I was in a parallel universe
where the great GAGA-CAT Professor Gaukauk of the Astral Plane Teck
Bay Mystery School is tenured at, using a mortal world concept; but
he was with a few of his colleagues. They were all having quite a
good time, and at my doppelganger's expense. That is how it seemed to
me anyway, folks. I was suddenly 'dreaming' that I was being told
something horrendous. They called it, “Psychiatric Expectancy”.
That is an exact quote from this awesome powerful dreaming
interaction experience from a few hours back by mortal world
referenced time where I had a body in a bed. There is no relationship
from one parallel universe to another, nor are there any between the
total collective of this hyperspace, to the Astral Plane either. What
this was quite simply, as explained clearly to me, but will be hard
to teach it to anyone, as I am no fucking college professor despite a
distant cousin playing one on TV a while back, and yes, there are
educators in my family on my father's side, and also, on my mother's
side, of the family. In her case it was her father, my grand father,
who taught Physical Education at the great University of Pennsylvania
a long time back in the early past century, (U of P). Those on my
dad's side of this wild nutty family, well; I have a distant cousin
who is part of my hyperspace problem in my opinion, Mizz 1980 Daniels
of RPL. Thank you so very much for entitling me to this opinion,
great lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point is please try to bare with
me here kind folks. I am no educator, it may run in the family like
music talent does, but my talent totally fuckiGN sucks and I know it,
so not all shit is going to be passed down to all people,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WO and like WOW, Macy
and Harner, YO BROS! 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 GOLLY; 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! Oh LORDESS (SARAH)
SSJKK, so educator or not; 'permit me' please, Uncle
Gozzwald; to
try explaining what this psychiatric-expectancy shit, is all about,
peeps, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
you can make someone totally see and believe that everything up to
that point in their life that they could relate to and made them who
they are at that present second; the reality of what mind is inside
your brain and my brain, would lose its functionality, or said
easier, you would go instantly ravingly mad and insane.
Suddenly
I found myself with these dudes, Professor Gawky Gaukauk abnd his
colleagues, and this other fellow who was a test subject, and just
there to show me how this works. They did one simple thing to him.
They made it seem that making a turn in a car, was really going
straight, along with the vice-versa effect. How this was pulled off
was too major to get into, but within a minute or less, a normal
person, was suddenly insane forever. This is a powerful mother
fuckiGN truth, and their was a towel seepage effect in
transdimensional hyperspace, that IMHO caused this interaction to
occur. If someone can be challenged beyond their ability to
rationalize anything for a moment or so in time, in a way that causes
their entire life to appear nonsensical, they will go mad. This could
be thought of as a permanent psychotic break with reality, but I do
not think shrinks today believe this is possible, other than for an
unfathomable amount of physical torture if someone is health enough
to survive it. Fear is the most powerful emotion of all of the
emotions. The most powerful athlete's heart will fail and explode, if
enough pure fear is thrown at him or her. People have died before
hitting the ground who fall from great heights by accident. Ask any
medical examiner and they will tell you that this has been proven to
their satisfaction. They all know that enough fear will either kill
your body, or it may kill your mind.
Fear,
is created when the present and near present awareness to
identifiable truth is suddenly challenged sufficiently or wiped out
entirely. These are the reasons behind folks who refuse to believe in
many things, from alien sightings to ghosts to anything at all you
can name. This is not advocating that there are here in waking world,
monsters and vampires, and flying saucers and aliens. We as a
collective consciousness in the multiverse, humanity if you will;
have agreed on an interaction within these dreams of material body;
to limit things to a basic natural order, and with all things in
life, such as saying on May 2 in any given city around the world, if
averaged for the most recent 100 years, has an average temperature at
twelve noon of their local time. Say that is 77 degrees. The record
of high and low within those 100 years is going to vary the greatest
out and away from that average. But it is reasonable to say, there is
a greater than 50% chance that the actual temperature will be, on
that day, within 5 degrees either way of that average, or say,
between 72 and 82, from that 77 average. As with this weather
example, there will always be some 'supernatural' stuff, on each side
of the averaged natural order that is lawtronically permitted by all
of us in an agreed pre-state that goes way beyond our ability to
grasp in 2015 as a conscious individual. This natural line in like
the 77 degrees. The five out above and below or 72-82, is the
tolerance beyond the natural, or what may exist supernaturally in
relationship to that accepted natural order. LSS, all I am saying
here is that I promise you all there is an ESS or some item that ESS
named by me and Morianity, is reflective of. For all I know they have
no name for it, just as both NSA and even CIA here in America a long
time ago but long after they formed, were totally unknown. Later as
lids blew off and all the cover stories failed, they allowed one
percent of their truth to be spun out to the society. It may have any
of a million wild names. I call it the ESS in my Morianity, for the
'Exploratronic Supermind Society'. This does explain it quite well
and I think the name that I gave it is quite fitting. But moving
still along a bit further here; not even Mountainpen/Morianity can
know enough to really give you the skinny on all of the agendas,
plans, motives, operations, and so forth, about the ESS, whatever it
really truly is and has been and will be. You have to add the tents
into that folks, you really do. The very nature of the ESS makes them
TIMELESS due to travel abilities through hyperspace where all times
and all parallel universes can be dream-travel-accessed. I am hitting
nerves, FCC-Bob McDowell, the )WD-HACK) is starting up, as I knew it
would. Ever notice I can only write a few paragraphs at best, before
the computer hacking starts fuckiGN shit all up? They don't want all
this fuckiGN shit being told, even though no one listens or believes.
The roadblock after the road-block, proving that only the ESS is
indeed what could be behind all of this hell and all of this
monstrous fuckiGN shit, all along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as to how
to use Psychiatric-Expectancy, which by the way the Milituforce just
totally blotted out of my mind like God's memories after Jesus's
blood saves us from our sins, as Biblical Teachings tell us all
about; but as to using this, I was not given exact ways to perform
this horrible technique, but it left me wondering if water-boarding
really is the worst thing done in military-torture-technique, the
world over, and the USA is right up there with the best of them,
IPYT! But that is not my point, and there are a million things to say
and discuss about this, and that is what other following blogs are
all for. I merely for right ow want to talk about the biggest human
emotion, FEAR. It can kill. It is generated in that quantity only by
a sufficient amount of belief in the brain, that all that is known to
us at this present second and going back a ways, is now about to be
challenged. If someone points a loaded gun at you, this is what is
meant by your life flashing in front of you. But if enough fear is
generated to make one scared enough to have reality challenged and
yet the heart does not explode killing you; you will lose your mind
forever. This happened to my mother in a powerful hyperspace
interaction, via the awesome WAYV Paula dream-queen King, on the
early morning hours after Christmas, on 26 December of 1997. Eleven
years later, I had my own version of HER interactions, while at work
at the GAP CIFALOGLIO place. Callio's flowers. Psychologist. YOU'RE
FIRED Macy and Trump!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try
getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great
Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEADING
FOR THE HOT BABES BEACH, YO!
ALL
FUCKING SAVANTS KNOW; THE END!!!!!!!!!!
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