AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) © THE BOM.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 153.
MAY
24, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
DAILY
RANGE-----(H-85/L-78).
WINDS
ARE E AT 11, GUSTING TO 25.
OH
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE FAT BOYS, OR IF THEY'RE BACK, OR BACK IN 1985,
OR RAW OLD BUDDY CONG. RA; BUT I DO KNOW THIS. MY LIFE TOTALLY
FREAKING STINKS AND SUCKS, CUBED AND CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
promise you, even th elate great disco queen Donna Summer, and her
friend Babs Streisand, don't have a clue to all the truths behind
MEMORIES, merely a dam © on an early eighties tune; lads and
lassies! Memories
are not really understood by people. Not by them, not by anybody,
even Mountainpen. But Mountainpen has gone through some shit that
does clue him in just a little more than most on this topic, Mister
Mayor, and Tandy Corporation, so WEEEEE 2U&B4I tell more, let me
just say 'HEY', huh Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter? W-O-W THAT,
RHM!
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I
seem to have angered the Astral Plane gods a lot since leaving high
school. Oh well, what to do about nothing, or so I have been told by
experts!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
shared
on the BOM:
At
least I REMEMBER who I am which is more than I can seemingly say for
SSJKK, here in her dream. You all know that's bullshit, like she
doesn't remember and know. Hey Margie Leo, you know what you and
Brenda Moore can do, and when to do it!
UH-OH;
SHE'S MAD, I'M RECEIVING A MAJOR WD-HACKING, BOB MCDOWELL-FCC. WO
BILLY H. ARE YOU SURE IT WAS SALLY; DUDE HOLMES?
OH
BOY, IS SHE HACKING ME NOW!!!!
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Oh
well, I'm dying again, physically and blogually. Sorry about the new
Poor-Richard words, evweebwuddy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey JAJAY EVANS,
mustache twirler of 1976; ''What can I say'', to quote you,
BRO???????????????
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 150
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Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
wonderful Aunt Geraldine Snow; wowzer-WOW; how would Doctor
Camping of Family Stations Incorporated say it, “MY
MY and OH MY”? I believe I have accurately quoted this
great religious scholar from days gone by.
Just
why do things happen like this, a few are genuinely wondering
about. Well, go to Camden County, New Jersey, USA, and find a man
named Dave Speas. Looking back on things now, I know he was, and
of course he is, an ESS TRAVELER. I enjoyed your great guitar
piece over in the park in the eighties on th etele, buddy.
Adding
stuff like love your brother as yourself would apply here, but
after that, You
may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here
as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father,
quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hay
big lovely girl; are you Katharine or Mary Lee? Doesn't life bite
and chew?
 
Hay
LIGHTNING, my lovely baby blond!
Jeepers
creepers, forget the eyes,
forget the G-men, and the golly gash darn doo-doo-doo's
of Donna Adrian Gaines, oh great powerful Washington 13-600
Copyright Office. Boy oh boy, let's sit down to a nice friendly
2011 game of poker, no dreams, no cards, no McDonald's
Restaurants, no big pretty girl employees from the Harvest. Hey,
but them what's left, some may ask? WOW THIS, Mister R. H. M. Let
Donnie boy fire all of us!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW YOU!
Now
stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass
easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and
listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that
day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in
twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you,
dude!!!!!!!!!
W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
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Thank
the gods for a little bit of logical thinking in this ocean of puke
called the Earth Planet. I haven't even opened the door up one
percent on transdimensional hyperspace, STM, memory of both machine
mind and biological mind, and zillions of other things. I will say
this much right now. I knew that joining the Haddonwood Health Club,
back on 21 June, in 1994, as well as that powerful
'dreaming-interaction', shortly thereafter causing a major military
stalking presence, even on a major overcast day, while driving to the
club that day in October; had
as much significant weight as those two statements made by the great
almighty SSJKK in the summertime of 1969,
on
10-SC Avenue, Atlantic City, NJ-USA. But a statement made by a lady
named Paula Uwich, a couple years after this; I see now in perfect
clearly reflected hindsight, was a million times more powerful, yet I
can only paraphrase it and cannot quote it. She told me I would
remember meeting her and having her help me find Sarah, for the rest
of forever. She was god dam fucking correct!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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