This was a wild
day from the second I crawled out of bed, even for the Mountainpen. I
don't plan to tell all of it on this blog right now, sorry, or maybe,
for those cheering with the news just given, oh well, your loss, but
I am too tired right now to give the full details, so here is a brief
synopsis.
The second I got
up, I took a property-damage attack. I am not going to lie and say I
never was getting this before August 15, 1986, because I was. I
seemed to be the target of some force and some monstrous something
somewhere, all of my mother fucking life. But after the magic
timeline in the sand of 8-15-86, lots of other shit began that was
beyond any way to describe. Still, property damage was around just
about every single year that I can remember, going all the way back
to when I was shitting in fucking diapers, YO! As stated on earlier
blogs today, my video shit is on a two year roll of being heavily
fucking struxck, and today was no exception, ruining my entire mother
fuckiGN day, and I would be shocked to shit if their DOW markets
didn't soar as a direct ICPE-APE-TECH result, folks! There honestly
is only one way to describe this enemy against me all of my turd
chewing life, great people out there, and it is as follows, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRENDOUS
ESS/MILI-2-FORCE MONSTERS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAY
12, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-87/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 84.
WIND
IS SE AT 7, GUSTING TO 17.
YOU
ALL THINK THINGS JUST HAPPEN, OR GET WORSE HERE AND THERE, BY SOME
STUPID ASS FUCKING CUNT RANDOM BAD LUCK, AND SHIT WEARING OUT.
NOTHING GETS OLD, NOTHING WEARS OUT. KAKU
KNOWS ALL THIS.
WE ARE ALL BEING TAKEN APART BY TINY MICRO-ANDROID MACHINES. YOU MAY
SEE THESE LARGER DISGUISED THINGS AS HEAT AND VISCOSITY, AND PARTS
WEARING AND BURNING AND VIRUSES AND DISEASES AND OLD AGE, AND IT ALL
IS NOTHING BUT FUCKING CUNT EATING MAYA
(POWERUL
ILLUSION).
EVER SINCE THAT MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DIRTBAG MISTER ADAM INTHEGARDEN
PISSED OFF SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE; SHE HAS PUT ALL OF US
THROUGH A LOT OF MOTHER FUCKING HELL. AND THEN SHE COMES IN HERE, AND
BECOMES FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, THE PERSONALITY THAT CLOSELY
RESEMBLES WHO SHE TRULY IS, AND 'WOW', IS THIS A FUCKING MESS. BUT AS
MANY HAVE GUESSED, THIS IS JUST THE VERY START TO ALL OF THIS STORY,
NOT THE END, OR ANYWHERE FUCKING DAM ASS NEAR TO IT!!!!!!!!
WHO
CAN EVER REALLY KNOW; GAP © OFFICE, OF
ALL OLD MUSICAL BREATH ECHOS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 130
Electronics
is a gateway into extremely dangerously paranormal shit, ladies and
gentlemen. If you have a very normal average life, you can be around
these things and it will not have any real effect on you.
Concentrically great people; should you be living the life that can
only be described as an endless living fucking nightmare; then
reverse the previous sentence as well, just like you were taught to
do in seventh grade algebra class when you studied polynomial
equation solving, if you did. Bruce Pennock was the one who got me
started with creating stuff, but before this, I had a past with
electronics, stemming from the previous address at 125-A Haddon Hills
Apartments, in Westmont, New Jersey, just five blocks away from the
Haddon township high School (HTHS). We won't get into the great Troy
Tempest that led to Sunram, that led to creating a consciousness
gateway decades into the future, on the comfy-chair of a
hypnotherapist in Moorestown, New Jersey, by the name of Doctor Mark
Wolf, in early 1996. I was wrong and misspoke about something that
happened in the tail end of 1996 or early in 1997 while living in the
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale DEATH HOUSE. I said that the Copyright
Office refused to copyright a project by a certain name, and it was
indeed copyrighted. But another project also done in this small
window in time, along with all the Westmont shadow-monsters that
followed me house to house and frightened the living or maybe the
dead fucking shit out of me, back when I was a child of about nine
through eleven! The name of this never copyrighted project was
titled, “Eternal Love For Goddess Jupiter”. It may be right dead
on or a hair off, but I think that was the exact title. Eternal could
have been 'endless' and love could have been 'devotion' or some other
similar word that implies not just love but worship. Does this
project that was refused a copyright for unknown reasons, and my
inability to remember th eevent correctly until today, have some huge
meaning in Morianity and me right now today, you may wonder? Well,
unequivocally, YES IT DOES, YO!
I
went to see my Vero Beach counselor today, and last Thursday, I was
there to see the shrink. I am cooperating with all my medical people
so they cannot say I am not after I am eventually discovered dead
from this wild totally outlandish and beyond, 1983 medical condition.
A lot of mother fucking nuts were on th e road, and I saw a car
nearly crash into another one, and everybody wanted to do 80-100
miles per hour, on
the US Highway 1, between Vero Beach, and Fort Pierce; here in South
Central Eastern Florida, Sheriffs of Indian River and Saint Lucie
Counties!!!!!!!!!!
Police need to be along that area once in a while, as people are
totally fucking nuts, and it is very dangerous. Still, we all know
this was a major all day super attack, by HALLS FAWCES; and the road
situation, was merely another fucking Halloween face mask disguise,
of all of this mother fuckiGN bullshit. Anyone following my blogs who
cannot see this shit is all real, I feel sorrier for you than I feel
for myself. At least I accept reality. Most folks don't anymore, and
just think that they do. People won't accept growing old when common
sense tells you that you're a fucking day older every 24 fucking
hours, and on and on I could go, and you all know you cannot argue
back against me successfully with this truth that I am presenting to
you.
I
enjoyed a nice talk with Mikey, who lives down in Fort Lauderdale;
earlier in the day, before leaving to see my counselor. After I got
back into town, I went to the Radio Shack and then to the Publix. I
can either spend 50 bucks on some plugs that when I put them together
will allow me to operate two video machines simultaneously so that I
can record off the TV and hear sound from the other machine, as the
output audio, on the machine that functions mechanically, has been
shorted out somehow by the MILITUFORCE, AKA HALLS FAWCES. The one
machine works mechanically but has a bad audio feed, and the other
one is busted mechanically, but I need to feed its audio signal into
my little TV. I have two TV's. The big one has the yellow plug going
into it just for video from the cable box, and the little one has the
remote control and a headphone jack for my phones. It is a very
complex configuration, but it mother fucking works for me. The world
doesn't sell th eshit that I need, for doing what I like to do. So
I have learned to be quite inventive, creative, and resourceful.
How's
that for copying success, and master minding shit; Napoleon Hill, and
Mayor Levy's son; Bob Levy the Third????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I
cannot tell a lie George Washington Cherryberry Blucran. I am
confused right now, as property damage attacks normally soar the
markets into the stars and the heavens.
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Folks,
the brain is not going to be understood any time soon, and any doctor
who says otherwise is a fool and a liar and ignorant as shit, cubed.
When I say that Maggie is going to counterstrike for these horrendous
civil rights violating assaults,you all know it really does. Let's
not play any games or pull any punches here, kind maits!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember
folks, you have two options when shit is hacked and you cannot read
my words on a blog, at BLOGGER, until the FCC can get to the bottom
of this and get it stopped. You can just hit CONTROL-A and read it
when the highlight kicks in, or you can read it at WORDPRESS, by just
clicking my little link. http:www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/
BLOG
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Audience |
Great
folks, I want to say really huge things, but I know my daughter will
finish me off if I do. So I just cannot tell all that I wish to. Not
right now. It is so fucking huge at maybe I should be glad that
Mister Van from the medical office a month ago, put the fear of Jesus
Christ into me without using any fortune cookies. It really honestly
would make some of you go nuttier than ten Joe Paget's. Up at Roadway
of County Line Road and Highway 309, in Pennsylvania. Give my very
best to all the great mind hacking ESS travelers, Mizz Hollister.
Even your great punishments couldn't stop them from getting inside of
me and making me send those three musical projects to Washington for
©, on Halloween of 1994, 2005, and 2007. Now that's really sayin;
something, Billy Harner, without Sally, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too
coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra, well, I certainly
agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm.
Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra, well, I
certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my
freaking arm. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra,
well, I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try
twisting my freaking arm. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh
Mister Berra, well, I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to
ever try twisting my freaking arm. Too coincidental to be a
coincidence, huh Mister Berra, well, I certainly agree with you old
pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm.
Once
the fucking Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS) makes contact with
a person in a backward time period in reference to their advanced
times all throughout the near infinite parallel universes of the
hyperspace; it is done, and the deal is over. My mom was healthy and
sharp one day and then Paula King got her in her sleep, and it was
Madonna's curtains after that, huh lovely blond Amy? Oh well kind
folks, this
is why my mother fuckiGN mother was so sharp once, before Paula King
destroyed her mind when she went into her the night after Christmas,
early on the morning in 1997, of 26 December. She always knew that my
electronics were controlled by the mother fuckiGN devil, and I
laughed, and I laughed, sort of like all of you do wit me. And guess
what, she was mother fuckiGN correct all along. She even knew while
under the supernatural spell for a lack of more scientific way of
saying it, over at the Laurel Road Kennedy Hospital of Stratford, New
Jersey; and I will quote her, and I fucked up by not listening to
her. “Get me out of here now, or I'll never be normal again”. I
didn't, and she wasn't. SHE KNEW, just as I know what the FAWCES of
HALL, and their covered up covert WALL; is doing to me and has been,
ever since I mother fucking cunt dared to say, I will tell what
happened to me underneath the Schiff's Central Pier of Atlantic City,
New Jersey, USA, on the first Saturday of July, in 1969; and then
come clean on the 2020 U.S. Census. Folks, this property damage shit
goes hand in hand with major mother fuckiGN utility persecution, and
when it starts, I couldn't quote the great Mister fucking L&O
Anderton better if I was given a million fuckiGN bucks to do it.
“When it starts, IT STARTS”!!!!!!!!!! He said that, amazingly
enough, in the office of non Central Piers, but indeed, in the office
of Manhattan County District Attorney, Adam Schiff. You know people,
if I am wrong about all of this, wouldn't the family have let me
know?
WOW
THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab clinics and psychologists? Fire them
all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab
clinics and psychologists? Fire them all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab clinics and psychologists? Fire
them all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew.
Rehab clinics and psychologists? Fire them all Trump and
Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab clinics and
psychologists? Fire them all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT,
R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab clinics and psychologists? Fire them all
Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab
clinics and psychologists? Fire them all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW THAT, R.H. MACY and crew. Rehab clinics and psychologists? Fire
them all Trump and Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
few out here know what happened ever since I dared to think I would
get away with trying to show what the great Almighty Sarah Krassle is
up to in this lifetime. I refer to of course, my latest musical
project done in 2012 from a remade 1983 song. This of course was the
song titled, “You'll Be Crossing Over”.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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