UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON ALL FUCKING WEEK, THAT I WOULD BE
GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, GOOD FOLKS.
I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP EVER
SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING
ABOUT, AFTER ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL
OR UNREAL; WITHOUT ONE REALITY; NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE
GOING ON, ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
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Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 120
MAY
8, 2015,
LATE
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-86/L-63).
HIMIDITY
IS 53%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE NW AT 7, GUSTING TO 10.
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this
(doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever
could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM situation.
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969
at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
There goes the fucking (`~) HACK again, FCC, Bob old pal,
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou, great beautiful pill mill hater??????????????????????
You
see all of the hell that I am going through, at the hands of these
evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCES;
my
scrumptiously beautiful, and way
BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS.
YOU
ARE MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES GIRL, FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE
YOU SO GODDESS DAM ASS MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
THERE BEAUTIFUL KATHARINE, SUP GIRL?
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
MISTER
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!
You
fucking missed me, Jane dirtwitch
whoreface!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking puny planet turns my god dam stomach. There are a lot
of cosmic fucking bullies all over the place, who have made their
home here. And why not? This is the only place for them. Dave Smith
from Cooley Hall said it so well in 1970 and all through the
seventies when I would see him from time to time, outside of
school.”It's all right here”. He was referring to Planet Earth.
This is it people. If you really think that anything else is coming
from anywhere else, you're believing a fucking dam dirty lie. I
promise you!
MAY
8, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:13 “JANE-ROTTENFONDA”
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 86 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-86/L-63).
HUMIDITY
IS 35%, IT FEELS LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS NW AT 10, AND IS STEADY.
To
quote Terry Jackson 41 years ago, “Good-bye
Mashell it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky”.
Only I can't wait to leave this heavy old ugly
body and be the energetic spiritual equivalent, or really, realize it
and awake from hyperspace illusion. But even that is wrong, as
I am all over hyperspace, as are you; in the fourth and fifth
dimension. We never shed off that reality, and we always just exist
in the void with an ASTRAL dream down onto the plane of the great
Catholic Purgatory. But there was a day in my dreams here, that I was
at Harvest, at 25th and Orange, working there; and was
told a major thing by a man my age, who is mentally and
developmentally challenged somewhat. Tim Devendorf the great dreamer,
would put it so dam eloquently, at the beginning of this second
decade of this century; “WE ARE IN BIG
TROUBLE”. He was referring to his dream from the previous
night about us, and the Vice President of the great Almighty United
States of America. I suppose he was half right, as I am now a dead
man, just awaiting the ax to strike my skull by the legislative
executioners. But as to entering into the great capitol city without
a city pass or a city-name, out in Purgatory, unlike in human waking
world 'BASEBALL' and its famous
electrical-threes; you get three strikes
without BEING OUT;
or maybe said more terrifyingly accurate folks; before you are SENT,
WITHOUT ANY 200 DOLLARS I ASSURE YOU, STRAIGHT AND DIRECTLY TO
DOGTOWN, across the great TECK BAY, on the other side of the
capitol city of the capitol province, of the Astral-Plane, the Bardo,
the spirit world or land of the dead. Many many expressions exist, to
all say about the same dam thing. There was a time when I dared as
Rictofarious, to go to Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a fourth time. I had been
through what are called on the Astral-Plane, roundups of the
'unbelongers' for a total of three times. If caught again on another
Round-Up of Unbelongers, it would be as human waking mortal worlders
would say, 'STRIKE-4'. This is an automatic sentence into DOGTOWN, or
what human waking hyperspace mortals call and think of as “HELL”.
I was placed in, by memories I can relate to as a human being who
lives in my time period and world, and dimension in parallel universe
hyperspace, so that memories from unrecognizable Astral Interaction
can be translated into something that is somewhat relatable; a
police squad car, into a caged back seat, and the door was closed,
and Sergeant Frank Callio was the Officer charged to take me across
and out of the city and into DOGTOWN. This is real and happened, and
you can tell me it was a wild crazy vivid dream all you want to. It
changes no part of reality. Just as I was in anguish and torment to a
level of a billion panic attacked diagnosed anxiety sufferers all put
together, the door opened up to the squad car, and I peered out and
it was King Akoslem. You would say, the LORD JESUS CHRIST. He told me
I am free and to go in peace. After I left the car and the city and
began walking along the linelane on this Astral Plane across from the
CITY OF DAVID, or HEAVEN, known
on Astral-Plane circles as Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, for “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”; as
her great city-name 'Jehovah' is left out for being to powerful and
awesome; but I was walking along this great LINELANE, on mortal world
mental translations, this would be like a great gigantic highway;
suddenly, I was told by a powerful pure light entity, one
of the smokeless-fire-beings, as they were come to be called
by this concept in ancient human civilizations; I am sleepy and need
to follow them through some sparse looking lovely woods that went on
both sides of the linelane. I followed them and they told me to lay
down and there was a small stream there with a flow to it and rocks,
making a beautiful hypnotic type of a sound. Within what seemed like
five seconds or ten at the very most, I awakened into my Earthly bed
and body, and began to dream again that it was 1998. You would say
perhaps, I woke up in my bed, and this happened in 1998, same diff.
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WALLS, CHAPTER 119
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The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
EVERY
TIME THEY HURT ME, THEIR EVIL STOCK MARKET FLIES. IT IS WITHOUT FAIL,
AS LONG AS YOU REALIZE THAT IT IS A LONG RUN PLAY EVERY TIME, NOT
EVERY EVERY TIME. BUT IF IT WORKS FOR 30 FUCKING CUNT YEARS, 4 OUT OF
5, THEN YOU CANNOT LAUGH AT ME AND MY MORIANITY WISDOM, UNLESS YOU
WANT TO BE PROCLAIMED SOMEDAY, A FUCKING TOTAL ASSHOLE
FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
think because they have killed me, that their evil empire will score
and get away with it. No evil goes unpunished in very long run play.
If this balancing truth was not real, all the planets would fly apart
and break into rubble before I could post up this blog. Ask any
mother fucking scientist who is in the field of physics and astronomy
if I am lying.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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7, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 9:16,
HERE
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Yes
sir Mister Deedee Anderton of the greatest law show ever in the
history of television, “L&O”, to quote you sir,
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 118
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking
crew. WOW THAT evweebwuddy, YO!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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EVERY DAY I GROW SICKER AND
SICKER, LIKE 1983 ALL MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN. AND WHY NOT? LIFE
IS NOTHING MORE THAN A BUNCH OF CONNECTED DOTS OF ENERGY, AND
THINGS THAT RUN TOGETHER OR ARE COMPATIBLE IN COSMIC WAYS AND
THINGS THAT DO NOT ARE HENCE, ARE NOT.
So
how did I beat the problem in 1983, that took me up to my real
death eventuality of August 1986? Well, do you have a fucking
decade to spare? I don't even if you do! So allow me to try
compressing my point just a bit, lads and lassies. I did not do
anything. It was done. A doctor from some place far away from my
residence, I think it was the Philippine Islands; who was
practicing at the local hospital called West Jersey Hospital of
Berlin, New Jersey, USA, if memory correctly serves me. He gave me
a muscle relaxer for my neck, and it solved all of the problems,
whatever REALLY caused this in 1983. I can always make a zillion
mother fucking speculations, but how can I ever really ever know
anything for sure? Not only do I seemingly have the forces of
Fortuna Goddess (Lady-Luck) against me, but those of the entire
world and even the cosmos. In any event, the point is that I had
tried a lot of shit, and nothing worked. Even the great Grant
Avenue Northeast Philly Throat Specialist and his magical
Lab-Technician could not help me. He called my mother and said,
“That's not his problem, Misses Mohr”, regarding my psychical
nightmare condition. A lot of you will think that he meant I'm a
fucking lunatic and need psychiatric help. Fine, but that isn't
what he meant. He was trying to get through a quiet back door, a
message to my mom who never got it, that just as when she will
write her letter to Mister Chuck Colson, President R. M. Nixon's
so called Watergate hatchet man turned born again Christian; a
couple years later in late 1986; HALLS FAWCES were unstoppable,
just as was all perfectly and beautifully explained in the awesome
marvelous Hollywood movie from 1993, directed by Oliver Stone,
called, “JFK”.
Now
getting back to how 1983 and 1984 are being replicated in some way
in 2014 and 2015, off by 31 years in some bizarre and totally off
the wall weird way, the first issue of focus is that I did
nothing. The more I thrashed around and struggled, the more I got
no place. As I accepted my doom, things changed and I caught a
break. If I am to have any chance at all again, this must
therefore be copied. Just as I seemingly brought this all on
myself again with that nightmare mother fucking song I redid in
2012, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, using
the lab-tech's voice on a digital sampling vocoder over at
BonJovi's place; sure enough, this brought the two times of
my nightmare together and this is all a part of that very fucking
mysterious item that you hear me make reference to over and over
again, “HYPER SPACE TOWEL SSPAGE”. For short, HSTS, or
pronounceable like the pluralizing of stealing things, “HYSTS”.
Anyone that underestimates the real total unfathomable powers
behind HYSTS, I'll come out and say this quite plainly folks, ''IS
A DAM MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL FOOL, AT C-SQUARED!
I
said this all throughout all of this fucking shit, and you all
know it, “The world is an amazing place”. If any of you think
you want to debate that truth with me, and wish to e-mail, you
know my e-mail, yo. I have put it on many of my blogs.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I am signing off now, Pill Mill Pam.
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I
BID YOU ALL A FINE adieu now KIND FOLKS. IF YOU NOTICE, THE ANXIETY I
AM UNDER FACING MY AGAONIZING EXTINCTION AND SUFFERING,AS DID MY 61ST
GRANDFATHER'S UNCLE JESUS BEFORE ME, YO; CAUSE ME TO GET UP HERE AND
SPEAK OUT WITH MY DYING BREATH FOR AS LONG AS I AM ABLE. THIS NATION
AND ITS EVEIL WILL PAY SOMEDAY FOR WHAT WAS DONE TO ME, AND THAT I
PROMISE THEE, SWEET FOLKS!
You
fucking missed me, JANE WHORE WITCH!!!!!!
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but I will print some five numbers aniwho, YO!!!!!
About Me
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
HELP
Blog
#17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
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GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN
All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
Whoever
out here, from Trump, to the wealthiest people on this planet, to the
greatest in any capacity, beware: If you have
done this to me, you will pay a stiff
fuckiGN price!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAYV or no WAYV. WFMU or no WFMU.
How's this for some nice fucking aggression, Bancroft Special
Education School? Enough emotion and anger for you, Doctor Garrigan
and David Leigh fucking Blackboards 1970 Smith????????????????????
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 117
THEY
WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO BE CURED OR TREATED FROM WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME
IN 1983, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS ARE INNOCENT, THAT ARE ON MY
MOTHER FUCKIGN BLOGS, NOT A ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT YOU WILL FIND
THAT I WON'T DIE AS EASILY AS YOU THINK I WILL. IT HAS BEEN TRIED
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' RAT
ASS BASTARD BOTTOM FEEDERS. I WILL HAVE TO LEAVE THIS EVIL EMPIRE IF
I EVER WANT TO FEEL HALF NORMAL AGAIN, AND SO, I CUNT HUFFING PLAN
TO, AND DAM SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
cunt chewing fucking knew when whore bastard Jane got my pathetic
fucking ass on my AT&T clock this afternoon at one elven, before
leaving for a doctor appointment, I WOULD BE FUCKING CUNT SCREWED, it
never mother fuckiGN cunt lapping ass fails, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
THIS 'FUCKIGN' SHIT IS JUST MORE NAILS IN THEIR BIG FAT THROBBING
COCK LICKING COFFIN, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE, YO. NOT ALL OF THESE
THINGS COULD ALL BE JUST HAPPENING TO ME. THIS AS ANYONE CAN SEE, IS
A MAJOR COVERT DEATH ATTACK TO WIPE ME OUT IN A WAY NOT PROVABLE IN A
CUNT LAPPING FUCKING NORMAL COURT OF LAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND
THEN WE ALL WONDER JUST WHY THE DEATH ANGEL, MORTY MORTINO, IS ALL
DICK LICKING OVER ME, LIKE FLIES ON A HOT JULY STINKING ASS
GARBAGE TRUCK?????
I
WILL NOT BE HAPPY AT ALL, NOT ONE LOUSY FUCKING PERCENT, UNTIL I CAN
TYPE THIS AGAIN, AND IT WON'T BE AN EMPTY MUMMY-PIP.
Diana
came back again also, with lovely colorful dazzling displays of her
scrumptious lightning.
She knows I want to literally eat her up. She is just so awesome, and
beyond ravishingly gorgeous, YO! YEAH,
that was a PIP,
Twilight
Zone Mister Billy Mummy;
so
where are you when I really turd huffing need you, lovely
LIGHTNING???????????
I MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NEED YOU RIGHT IN MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BED; GIANT
COIL, AND MY ENDLESS LOVE. YOU NEED TO BURN AND FRY ME OUT OF THIS
HORRENDOUS AND ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NIGHTMARE HELL CUBED, CUBAN;
AND SUPER MOTHER ' FUCKIGN' CUBAN, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cubed
and Cuban is quite a story in its own right, folks. I knew Dawn
King's Atlantic City friend Cuba back in the turn of the mother
fuckiGN millennium, long before I ever knew Ann and Dawn King, let
alone Chris Bennett or Edward Lynch. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
say pictures are worth a thousand words, and maybe this is so. Still,
Dawn
King is not suffocating,
and
just because the photo may depict that, it is me, as a result of her
and her dam freaking family, THAT I AM SUFFOCATING to my death, World
Court and Tribunal at the great Hague. Just mother fucking sayin',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
JUPITER
CAM FROM THE WEATHER BUG (TWB).
THE
GREAT WEATHER BUG MAP
IT'S
GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT, OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD IN TH
ELATE SEVENTIES. THERE'S A FLAW IN MORE THANMY THEORIES, MOMMY
DEAREST DAVIS. NOMORE ROACHES IN THE DINNER PLATES PLEASE,
BETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
thing that I do know for sure. This is no theory, and it belongs to
Mister L&O Anderton and Ross the 1983 Super Boss.
Yes
sir Mister Deedee Anderton of the greatest law show ever in the
history of television, “L&O”, to quote you sir,
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB,
YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
No
peeps;
this
is a quick honest discussion on how I died several times at my
Cifaloglio job, and how I am going to die again soon. This time, I
doubt I wil return until it is 1969 again, and I trance into myself,
as I have done about 200 times now.
Why
I don't stop this, is anyone's guess; and degenerate gamblers are a
group who definitely relate to my behavior of destruction and
eternal doom. It explains my ''weird bitter state'' that I developed
soon after I tranced into myself, each time. I remembered what was
done to me
before, and before, and before, and before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, and so forth.
MAY
6, 2015,
LATE
WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT 11:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-80/L-65)
HUMIDITY
IS 97%,WIND CHILL IS 64 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 4, GUSTING TO 30.
Dudes
and duddesses, please know that I never meant to do anything to
anyone, and if you stop to really think seriously about my blogs for
ten years now that discuss my life for close to a half century of
life time; I am not the aggressor here, and have always been just
some poor fucking cunt eating schmuck who is defending himself
24-7-365.2422, against monstrous frightening aggressors. You go
Mister 1967 fist pounding United Nations Mister
Khrushchev!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You tell them too, Chester Perkowski.
Don't let hotels and radio stations and shops and demonic powers
change your life too much, old pal. Tell Secretary of State back in
1969, Mister McNamara I said so, too, old buddy. Marie
Stromyer and I WILL BE DEAD, soon; Mister
Patterson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blare out all of the operatic music you want, lady; it changes
nothing at all.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
AS
OF 3:45 POST MERIDIAN, EASTERN DAYLIGHT TIME ON 8 MAY, 2015, BIO
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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