My dirt bag mother fucking across the hall nabes from cunt chewing hell are persecuting the mother fuckiGN shit eating hell out me this dick licking fuckiGN ass afternoon, Sheriff Ken Mascara and Resident manager Debra Marotto, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM, this is mother fuckiGN cunt eating ridiculous, Mister Mack ass Kaiter of Camp Chesapeake, Maryland of 1967 and 1968!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fucking fat man from China says, “me' Chinese cookie is almost as prophetic as me' I-Ching wands that I left back in Ann King's place; the rented home owned by FBI-AGENT, Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas”!!!!!!!!

But the skinny dude from Mars Graphics in 1977 says, “Gee thanks for getting together with me to hear 'my problems', Mister McGinty of 1996!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 136

THIS IS NOT A SCUMRAM/SUNRAM RED ALERT; BUTTTTTT, IT IS A NON SUNRAM 1970 ECLIPSED ALERT, YO YO YO YO YO PAM AG!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

MAGNESONIC WILL LOCATE ALL THOSE THAT HAVE DONE ALL OF THIS TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING PATHETIC FRAIL LITTLE ME, AND ALL OF THOSE WHOM THEY LOVE, AND HOLD DEAR TO THEIR FUCKED UP DISEASED BASTARD HEARTS; AND WILL TOTALLY WIPE OUT, CRUSH, AND OBLITERATE, EVERY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ONE OF'EM, YO YO YO YO, AND THAT I CUNT CHEWING PROMISE ALL OF YOU!

God fucking dam it, I need you Lightning Goddess Diana. Don't you fucking care at all?

Mouse fucking jumping hack time, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL FROM COOLEY-WORMHOLE 1971 HALL, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.

But then folks, so is this mother fucking cunt eating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother fucking cunt eating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother fucking cunt eating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother fucking cunt eating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother fucking cunt eating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

It doesn't matter if one or twenty-five Dennis Snyder's say this to me, it is all the same truth or (reality).

“THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.

Yes I do keep up, and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently, to the point where I cannot refrain from speaking out, well, then I do just that. For now, I am happy to remain at basically zero decibels.

WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my life one huge fucking hell. Rotten fucking neighbors, rotten fucking health, enemies all over the place, and not a soul who could care mother fucking cunt lapping less if I live or cunt chewing fuckiGN drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!!

The devil himself could not echo my sentiments about my miseries, or really; about his great accomplishments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I truly believe Lenny McKinnon to be the devil, when we knew each other back in 1980. He was black and did not look at all like this smiling man. But still, I always had a mental picture of this DEVIL all my life, as a dude with that exact expression, staring and jeering at me, and looking a little bit fucked up, maybe a tooth or two missing as well. In any case, hay folks, it's only a blog, and Dawn King is not suffocating under ground and buried alive.

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You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOTHER FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!

THE GREAT AWESOME TWB. YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!

But then folks, TWB is not the only show in town. Funny-Faces is pretty freaking cool too, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 80

EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!

All mother fuckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out; they will spend a quadrillion mother fucking years begging me for mercy some day; while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dam laugh!!!!!!!! All mother fuckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out; they will spend a quadrillion mother fucking years begging me for mercy some day; while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dam laugh!!!!!!!! All mother fuckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out; they will spend a quadrillion mother fucking years begging me for mercy some day; while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dam laugh!!!!!!!!

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MAY 15, 2015,

FRIDAY EVENING AT 6:24,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 82%, AND

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RANGE TODAY----(H-85/L-75).

WIND IS E AT 13, GUSTING TO 26.

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HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS NOT A SCUM-RAM DODGE TRUCK

HYPNOTHERAPIST MARK WOLF, YO!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

I am not too chicken to tell you, that my late pal, Mister David Charles Roth, was as am I, kind folks out here; the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart; just a little less successful. Actually I suppose a lot less, as they lasted in business about a decade and then closed up. As for the big K and the big W, no matter which letter I put before the other one, and all great voice-mail messages not withstanding; I think both of these fantastic stores will be shitting in their pants long before they go under. They seem to copy the mighty fabulous JC-PENNEY, in so much as doing it RRRRRRRRRR-IGHT, or DO-DO-DOING it that way, on or off of 1970' famous Cornwall Avenue, of Ventnor, New Jersey. I would make fun of Tom Reale over my bugged up telephone, Mister Munch, back in 1993 and 1994 while speaking to Mister Roth numerous times, and then, kapong-kabing, and a ring ring kaching Paula King, oh travelers of the mighty and GAP-ESS; there was the television commercial, you know, another anti-pollution deal from the late nineteen-sixties, BRO! When you step back to examine life's bigger picture, anyone of you out there, I do not care if the most powerful ten people on this planet read this, you too; do it, I challenge you. You will always get the moving averaged story in a hindsight reflected truth. But you need to have the courage to see that even with all of your power, folks; you are not the ones in control of this gamogram-simulation. Don't believe my blog, talk to the wonderful Professor M.K. At the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up by Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975; while good old Mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic dam dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! That's just reality son.

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

JANE SLUTCRAP NOTFONDAU ATALLYO; JUST NAILED ME A WHILE AGO, AT ELEVEN PAST FUCKING CUNT ONE. THIS COMPENSATES FOR THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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There's a lot of strange fucking shit going on, and it all began when I tried closing down the computer at five past two. As you may know, the clock in it is always an hour off during savings-time, as I have totally mother fucking given up trying to change it to savings time and not have it continually mother fucking changed back by hackers or whatever-RAW; to standard. So the clock was about to read one-eleven, and the machine refused to close down. Tabs wouldn't shut, and nothing worked. If it had, I would have been long off before seeing the Jane Shithead Fonda crap AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! Obviously this was the hacker's fucking cunt motive, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the dam ass gods, please try to help me, old buddy, crissake YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone through anywhere near the total hell that I have. IPYT, lads and lassies. Oh boy, great people; I honestly do not mean to be such a prick. Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been seriously injured, hurt, and damaged, by many many many powerful people all over this world for about six solid decades now!!!!!!!!!

MAY 15, 2015,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON, AT 2:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 91.

WINDS ARE ENE AT, AT 14, GUSTING TO 22.

Mark Minor, and all other ''boys that wanna' go home'', back in 1966; and without any bar fights taking place in Nassau Town; and all other 'ESS Travelers'; sup evweebwuddy, YO?

Forget love and glory, and time going by, and old songs; and all of it. This all boils down to the fact that I feel that I can prove to a very backward planet; Roddenberry family; that first contact indeed is here all along; and that God as you call 'him', is really a sixteen year old girl, who in this multiverse, always was and always will be; as this is who she was when SHE jacked into this dam lawn-mower gamer simulation system of HERS!!!!!!!!

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AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT OF THE BOM

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 135

Comment on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?"

This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???

THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.

WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Chris Bennett, you are so right, this all proves nothing. Still, it was all ''planned out before the foundations of the world were laid down. That's ancient world talk. It translates to before SSJKK jacked into the 'LMM' gamogram-simulation as the great GAMER!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, ''THE END''!

JANE SLUTCRAP NOTFONDAU ATALLYO; JUST NAILED ME A WHILE AGO, AT ELEVEN PAST FUCKING CUNT ONE. THIS COMPENSATES FOR THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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MAY 15, 2015,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON, AT 2:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 91.

WINDS ARE ENE AT, AT 14, GUSTING TO 22.

Mark Minor, and all other ''boys that wanna' go home'', back in 1966; and without any bar fights taking place in Nassau Town; and all other 'ESS Travelers'; sup evweebwuddy, YO?

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT OF THE BOM

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 135

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???

THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.

WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
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ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, ''THE END''!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 134

Oh boy, great people, I honestly do not mean to be such a prick. Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been seriously injured, hurt, and damaged, by many many many powerful people all over this world for about six solid decades now, and anyone would be worn out and wiped out as well as totally thoroughly disgusted by now with all of this, should they indeed be unfortunate enough to be the suffering tortured victims in something as horrendous and unfathomable and inconceivable as all of this stuff that I am in, and for the most part, through little to no real fault of my own.

The rotten Milituforce pricks woke me up with an extremely sore throat AGAIN this morning at shortly past six this morning. I crashed somewhere around half past midnight. I am going to have to purchase some throat lozenges at the pharmacy later when I am out on other errands later. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ain't life grand, to quote you, late sir, Mister Roth??????? Hey Style Court Judge Roth, how can you allow your two cousin's murders to go unanswered and unavenged, sir? Both David and his mom Mary Roth, died as a direct result of Mister Drake Towers Security Guard, and criminal insurance-fraud man, Mister Jonathan Schau of Northeast Philly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well wonderful peeps out here, I keep chugging along with Thomas the train and all great engineers everywhere. Slow down buttwipes. This applies to trains and cars and all of you. What's the dam hurry? Destination----cemetery? Crissake, YO!

MAY 15, 2015,

MIDDLE FRIDAY MORNING AT 7:27,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 77 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-78/L-75).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 81.

WINDS ARE ESE AT, AT 4, GUSTING TO 11.

Mark Minor, and all other ''boys that wanna' go home'', back in 1966; and without any bar fights taking place in Nassau Town; and all other 'ESS Travelers'; sup evweebwuddy, YO??? There we were at some park in Jersey in late spring in 1966, shortly before my horrible time at that nightmare place, the old now defunct NJNPI; was over, for my sixth grade school year. Suddenly Mark Minor, one of the boys in the K-COTTAGE that Peter, Wilson, and myself all were in back then; began singing, while on a swing. The song that I heard in 1975 and maybe this came from the late sixties, that was done by the great music group of those times, 'The Beach Boys', was almost a carbon copy to the one done by the perhaps not so great, Mark Minor. But who is great here, and who was first? If they stole it from the kid, that makes him greater. If he was an ESS traveler as I truly believe th at he was, along with his friend IMHO, Misses Marola; he again in the one who the word 'great' would much more apply and be way more apropos. Would a nice big WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE come in pretty significantly about here, 'great folks'???

Yes there was absolutely no excuse for my bad behavior a couple days back, and for that, my great readers; I sincerely apologize. I'll try not to go that major cussing rants like that for a long while. I was beaten up by the Almighty Goddess Sarah Krassle for doing it, and told to apologize to my BLOGAUD by her, as well.

Oh the gods, folks, why why why did you tell me these things back in the middle nineteen-seventies, James T. Burr? Remember that song, great Copyright Examiners, from 1984?

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HELP ME TO START OVER? Wow is that BULL!!!!!!!! I seem to be doing a powerful super good job with that all by myself, for about two-hundred dam times now.

This Friday was a vely vely intelesting Bob FCC McDowell day, in many many many 1984 Ingrid ways, Mister Doogie Savant Howser! But which Friday would this apply to the most, me' viewers? Hay, we all know or we should, that I am not totally nuts. Sure I am nuts. Anyone would have been driven mad by now with al of this freaking crap, Mizz AT&T Blake, and AT&T Mister Rambo. Let's leave the karate moves out of this for now, OK, Deer Hunter Anthony, from Cifaloglio, and all other non quantum splicers of Atlantic City, including the great ocean itself?

I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING! I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING CHUCKY DM-KING!

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 with 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 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. You really do have to admit that this is when they started to figure out how to stop me, by taking away my only medicine. It really was a dam brilliantly cleaver covert strategy, if ever there was one. But who is truly behind it? I know beyond any doubt, that if I could prove it, these deep pockets I could frikkin' sue for; would be tens and tens if not hundreds of BILLIONS of United States Dollars (USD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ALL LIFE-TIME LONG, I HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER FUCKING DEADLY HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay still, or try both ways, and nothing ever allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!

What are you so confused about? You married her. I was just her 'vic', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK-OK-OK-OK AND PUBLISHERS KJKJKJ?

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Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

HAHAHAHAHA MOUNTAINPEN!!!!

Hay Mike McNulty, I think your grand daughter is laughing at both of us, you crazy mother fucker!!! But is she laughing at us because she knows we both are Neil Regan-Bob Lockhart clowns, like Regan's little brat used to laugh at my machine and the lightning making the Privecode system go off automatically, back at First Highview? Well, in any case, maybe they both are laughing, and if that keeps them happy, great. Still, how many times can we laugh at horrible shit???

Hay YO, I'm just asking?

Even Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone through anywhere near the total hell that I have, IPYT lads and lassies.

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE BY NOW: 'THE END'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Friday, May 15, 2015

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 136

The fucking fat man from China says, “me' Chinese cookie is almost as prophetic as me' I-Ching wands that I left back in Ann King's place; the rented home owned by FBI-AGENT, Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas”!!!!!!!!

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