HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER-ONE
HUNDRED-ELEVEN
You
should know by now that I was not about to print the numerological
digit for this chapter number, Mizz Witchbitch Jane Notfondau.
Speaking
of Miss Miserable, it is right about her time in the early afternoon
as I pen-type these words. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTT,
on my office document PC files, I had to type in the numeric three
ones, and right at that time this afternoon. Boy talk about a mother
fucking total disaster.
If
anyone ever told me this could happen to me when I was a boy; I would
laugh in their face. But id did happen. I sit here in misery, choking
to death, and there is a pill that can stop that and allow me to live
a normal life almost, great Holiness of the Vatican, and this is what
this nation here is doing to me, making me die a slow agonizing
death, because they want to be rid of me. And you go on blessing this
evil empire, and Jehovah won't like it, my friend!
MAY
4, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:14 JANE WHORE,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-81/L-71).
WIND
IS ESE AT 18 WITH GUSTS TO 30.
RIP
TIDE ALERT FOR MY COUNTY, AND OTHERS.
I
figured that it was a matter of time on this much of a reduced
generic ativan dosage, 75% over months, that I would begin to get bad
symptoms of my old 1983 condition returning, and they are. I will be
leaving for areas outside this evil nation that would not think of
letting a person suffer and die who can be treated with a tiny pill.
They do not allow animals to suffer like this, and I won't even watch
those ASPCA TV Commercials any more. Who the fucking hell is this
society anyway.
They
say the meek shall inherit the Earth, and this is the first modern
day time period that proves that bible scripture quite accurate.
Those in power will all be whisked underground in the event of any
real doomsday scenario, or be up in the air and in near Earth orbit
or secret space stations or in great military aircraft's, such as the
great President's Air-force-1. And guess who must foot the bill for
them to survive, us, we little nobody taxpayers who are going to be
blown apart and perish while they go on to live in a new world and
repopulate. And you tell me there is a caring loving bearded fucking
grandfather god out there. Wow, and who needs a psychiatrist and
counseling? Who is the one nuts and crazy and insane, mizz finger
round the ear Jessica Harvest Grant? And I don't make up this shit,
this was on Ch.-116 Cable-TV yesterday afternoon, here in my town, on
Comcast Lineup, the H-2 Channel. Like any of this shit is any news
to me of course! GEE my horse. Brake that glass you horses ass!
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These
dirt bag enemies do every little thing that they can to fuck up every
single move I make, 24-7-365.2422, since my birth, until the second I
am mother fucking dead, people.
Right
down to why that colorful little box above is up there, and they who
are hurting me for nearly sixty and a half years know what I am
saying, but do any of you see why it is up there?
Peaceful
serenity; or is life for me a pack of dogs?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Eat
upchuck, you bastard mother fucker screwing with
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
always hear that great weather expression for proper ways to drive in
a flooded condition, or said perhaps a bit better, not to drive;
“Turn around, don't drown”. I concur wholeheartedly. Still, to my
Milituforce enemies, my message differs slightly. It goes more like,
“Take the stairs down, and DROWN-DROWN-DROWN”!!!!!!!!!
NOW
THE MOUSE JUMP HACK STRUCK, BOB MCDOWELL, SO LOOK AT THE BLOG. YOU'LL
SEE A HACK THAT DOES NOT SHOW UP FOR ME WHEN I TYPE THIS DOCUMENT,
BUT WILL ONCE IT IS POSTED FUCKING CUNT UP!!!!!!!! These dirt holes
have no life at all, NONE. Without me, they would literally all cease
to exist. Just watch, you will soon have an opportunity to prove me
wrong. Don't get your fucking cunt hopes up to high though
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. Real fucking funny!
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH,
SHEILA FRANKLIN, AT CENTRAL DAM PARK, NYNY!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
WHORE FONDA JUST GOT ME AGAIN, page eleven of eleven. I would like to
cut her living guts out for this death hell she put onto me in the
springtime of 1993, oh cruel evil world!!!!!!!!!!
Last
night my doppelganger that I riding in or as you would say, while I
was dreaming quite vividly, Diana's lovely full moon was shining down
on me from both sides of a country road that I was a passenger in a
car on. Both moon rise and moon set, as well as for a while after and
before, this road was in a perfect position. I remember saying that I
could not tell by just being on the road, whether the night or
morning was about to come. Later on, the car was involved in a
horrendous crash. I was no longer the me in the car, but suddenly was
the me standing near to it, and speaking to another person. Someone
came by and asked me if I had seen the accident. I had not and said
as much. Then a short while later, lightning was flashing beautiful
colors all around me. Then I was in a mall that I had never seen in
waking life or any other place in hyperspace. After getting some kind
of television, I remembered my life back here in this world, PAULA
UWICH CHANNELER. Then I looked and I realized that in mt
vehicle was also an amplifier. But I realized this was a continuing
serial type dreaming experience. The first ones happened before my
sound amp inside of my TV had been somehow covertly broken by the
Milituforce. Oh yes, how I distinctly remember talking on a blog a
week ago about PAULA UWICH and her telling me back in th eautumn of
1996 to buy some very expensive electronic stuff and to give it to
her. To quote her, they have channels in them for her to use to help
me find SARAH. WOW, if that finding fucking Sarah shit could all be
erased from my life, things would never have turned out half this
bad. No Callio, No family other than distant 1970 memories, and to be
honest 1969 ones, and yes, we can go back some more, Julia Hoffman
hypnotist Strangemaid. I of course cannot tell some of this wild
interaction from last night, not if I wish to remain alive for even a
couple more weeks or so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Now
the mouse jump hack hit, so let us see if this is not where
another invisible fucking cunt lapping hack came into the system
as well, Pam Bondi and Sheriff Mascara, and FCC Bob McDowell,
Chairman/Director, and old 1972 buddy, from the great 'Worm-hole'
Cooley Hall, of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA.
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, every time that I try to either correct an
error or do anything with the mouse and then it jumps further up the
page instead on not doing that as it is not supposed to do that;
notice HOW THAT IS WHEN THE HACKING BEGINS, either a total blot out
of my words, or lines of highlighting with weird colors that fuck up
the blog.
MAY
4, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 8:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-74/L-71).
HUMIDITY
IS 57%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 16, GUSTING TO 24.
As
you all know, I am literally chocking to death. People on DEATH ROW
are not being tortured like this, in this evil nation of the United
States. If this happened to me, and you out here are fucking cunt
naïve enough to believe it never can happen to you and yours, then
fine, you just go right on believing that and none of you ever come
forward to try and help me. But soon these blogs will be over, as how
do you expect me to type them after I am in the fucking grave, folks?
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS
SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT
ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT.
HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY
AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I
SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS
SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT
ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT.
HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY
AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT.
I
knew about half a year to a year back that things were about to blow
for me all the way down to hell. When I begin to 'dream' continually
about being back up in Jersey, after getting away from there and even
getting away from dreaming there; and then it came back; this is when
simple concepts kick into my way of reasoning. I figure, well, the
Jersey enemies have found a way to get me. They did. They got me
through Pam Bondi and her hatred of ''pill mills'' to quote the
lovely gal.
As
for the conversation done with the real playing-cards, with
GAGA-KITTY and me, I will be posting major GAWNUM shit within my next
few blogs, and trust me JJ and everyone else, stupid or not; you're
not going to want to miss this!!!!!!!!
BLOG
BIO-STATS, 7:26 AM, 5-4-2015.
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Audience |
Gee,
do I want to learn to swim, or just pump old Mark for information
today, twenty years into negative space-time? He will always wonder
this, without adding the third part of this truth, MIND.
BUT
WOULD THIS QUALIFY AS TWO SIX PACKS, OR ONE MACK 1967 RIDICULOUS
KAITER CLUELESS HADDONWOOD POOLROY? GODDESS, AS SOME MIGHT SAY TO ME,
YO MOUNTAINPEN, YOU'RE SURE ASKING A LOT OF DAM QUESTIONS, DUDE!
JUMPING
ISLAND SURVIVORS AND FRUIT JUICE COMMERCIALS, WHAT ARE YOU ALL GOING
TO DO IN A MONTH WHEN MARK WAYNE MOHR EXPIRES? I AM JUST WONDERING,
THAT'S ALL.
So
while I had a body laying in my bed, I was in a parallel universe
where the great GAGA-CAT Professor Gaukauk of the Astral Plane Teck
Bay Mystery School is tenured at, using a mortal world concept; but
he was with a few of his colleagues. They were all having quite a
good time, and at my doppelganger's expense. That is how it seemed to
me anyway, folks. I was suddenly 'dreaming' that I was being told
something horrendous. They called it, “Psychiatric Expectancy”.
That is an exact quote from this awesome powerful dreaming
interaction experience from a few hours back by mortal world
referenced time where I had a body in a bed. There is no relationship
from one parallel universe to another, nor are there any between the
total collective of this hyperspace, to the Astral Plane either. What
this was quite simply, as explained clearly to me, but will be hard
to teach it to anyone, as I am no fucking college professor despite a
distant cousin playing one on TV a while back, and yes, there are
educators in my family on my father's side, and also, on my mother's
side, of the family. In her case it was her father, my grand father,
who taught Physical Education at the great University of Pennsylvania
a long time back in the early past century, (U of P). Those on my
dad's side of this wild nutty family, well; I have a distant cousin
who is part of my hyperspace problem in my opinion, Mizz 1980 Daniels
of RPL. Thank you so very much for entitling me to this opinion,
great lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point is please try to bare with
me here kind folks. I am no educator, it may run in the family like
music talent does, but my talent totally fuckiGN sucks and I know it,
so not all shit is going to be passed down to all people,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WO and like WOW, Macy
and Harner, YO BROS! I
am one totally mother fucked up duck; yet it is all the dam quacks
out there that have caused this nasty mess. So maybe I will drive all
the way up on I-95 to the GAP Academy Road exit in 'Pensy', and then
I forget whether I make a left or a right onto GRANT AVENUE. OH BY
GASH, BY GOLLY; GREAT NORTH BY NORTHWEST ACTOR, MR.
G—R—A—N—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then, is it still true
that if it quacks like a duck, Misses Mohr More Problems; it is
one?????????????????? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FONTY! Oh LORDESS (SARAH)
SSJKK, so educator or not; 'permit me' please, Uncle
Gozzwald; to
try explaining what this psychiatric-expectancy shit, is all about,
peeps, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
you can make someone totally see and believe that everything up to
that point in their life that they could relate to and made them who
they are at that present second; the reality of what mind is inside
your brain and my brain, would lose its functionality, or said
easier, you would go instantly ravingly mad and insane.
Suddenly
I found myself with these dudes, Professor Gawky Gaukauk abnd his
colleagues, and this other fellow who was a test subject, and just
there to show me how this works. They did one simple thing to him.
They made it seem that making a turn in a car, was really going
straight, along with the vice-versa effect. How this was pulled off
was too major to get into, but within a minute or less, a normal
person, was suddenly insane forever. This is a powerful mother
fuckiGN truth, and their was a towel seepage effect in
transdimensional hyperspace, that IMHO caused this interaction to
occur. If someone can be challenged beyond their ability to
rationalize anything for a moment or so in time, in a way that causes
their entire life to appear nonsensical, they will go mad. This could
be thought of as a permanent psychotic break with reality, but I do
not think shrinks today believe this is possible, other than for an
unfathomable amount of physical torture if someone is health enough
to survive it. Fear is the most powerful emotion of all of the
emotions. The most powerful athlete's heart will fail and explode, if
enough pure fear is thrown at him or her. People have died before
hitting the ground who fall from great heights by accident. Ask any
medical examiner and they will tell you that this has been proven to
their satisfaction. They all know that enough fear will either kill
your body, or it may kill your mind.
Fear,
is created when the present and near present awareness to
identifiable truth is suddenly challenged sufficiently or wiped out
entirely. These are the reasons behind folks who refuse to believe in
many things, from alien sightings to ghosts to anything at all you
can name. This is not advocating that there are here in waking world,
monsters and vampires, and flying saucers and aliens. We as a
collective consciousness in the multiverse, humanity if you will;
have agreed on an interaction within these dreams of material body;
to limit things to a basic natural order, and with all things in
life, such as saying on May 2 in any given city around the world, if
averaged for the most recent 100 years, has an average temperature at
twelve noon of their local time. Say that is 77 degrees. The record
of high and low within those 100 years is going to vary the greatest
out and away from that average. But it is reasonable to say, there is
a greater than 50% chance that the actual temperature will be, on
that day, within 5 degrees either way of that average, or say,
between 72 and 82, from that 77 average. As with this weather
example, there will always be some 'supernatural' stuff, on each side
of the averaged natural order that is lawtronically permitted by all
of us in an agreed pre-state that goes way beyond our ability to
grasp in 2015 as a conscious individual. This natural line in like
the 77 degrees. The five out above and below or 72-82, is the
tolerance beyond the natural, or what may exist supernaturally in
relationship to that accepted natural order. LSS, all I am saying
here is that I promise you all there is an ESS or some item that ESS
named by me and Morianity, is reflective of. For all I know they have
no name for it, just as both NSA and even CIA here in America a long
time ago but long after they formed, were totally unknown. Later as
lids blew off and all the cover stories failed, they allowed one
percent of their truth to be spun out to the society. It may have any
of a million wild names. I call it the ESS in my Morianity, for the
'Exploratronic Supermind Society'. This does explain it quite well
and I think the name that I gave it is quite fitting. But moving
still along a bit further here; not even Mountainpen/Morianity can
know enough to really give you the skinny on all of the agendas,
plans, motives, operations, and so forth, about the ESS, whatever it
really truly is and has been and will be. You have to add the tents
into that folks, you really do. The very nature of the ESS makes them
TIMELESS due to travel abilities through hyperspace where all times
and all parallel universes can be dream-travel-accessed. I am hitting
nerves, FCC-Bob McDowell, the (WD-HACK) is starting up, as I knew it
would. Ever notice I can only write a few paragraphs at best, before
the computer hacking starts fuckiGN shit all up? They don't want all
this fuckiGN shit being told, even though no one listens or believes.
The roadblock after the road-block, proving that only the ESS is
indeed what could be behind all of this hell and all of this
monstrous fuckiGN shit, all along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as to how
to use Psychiatric-Expectancy, which by the way the Milituforce just
totally blotted out of my mind like God's memories after Jesus's
blood saves us from our sins, as Biblical Teachings tell us all
about; but as to using this, I was not given exact ways to perform
this horrible technique, but it left me wondering if water-boarding
really is the worst thing done in military-torture-technique, the
world over, and the USA is right up there with the best of them,
IPYT! But that is not my point, and there are a million things to say
and discuss about this, and that is what other following blogs are
all for. I merely for right ow want to talk about the biggest human
emotion, FEAR. It can kill. It is generated in that quantity only by
a sufficient amount of belief in the brain, that all that is known to
us at this present second and going back a ways, is now about to be
challenged. If someone points a loaded gun at you, this is what is
meant by your life flashing in front of you. But if enough fear is
generated to make one scared enough to have reality challenged and
yet the heart does not explode killing you; you will lose your mind
forever. This happened to my mother in a powerful hyperspace
interaction, via the awesome WAYV Paula dream-queen King, on the
early morning hours after Christmas, on 26 December of 1997. Eleven
years later, I had my own version of HER interactions, while at work
at the GAP CIFALOGLIO place. Callio's flowers. Psychologist. YOU'RE
FIRED Macy and Trump!
MY
SIXTH CUZ 5 TIMES REMOVED AND I JUST LOVE TO HACK MARK'S COMPUTER. WE
HAVE NO OTHER LIFE YOU SEE, AND THIS IS SO WAY COOL,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4,
4, CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE, DOWN TO 7, U.S. © OFFICE!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAA.
YOU REALLY DON'T SEE THE DANGER IN ALL OF THIS ESS BULLSHIT,
WASHINGTONIANS? WELL, MOVE OVER CLUELESS PR, THE STROBELIGHTS ARE
HERE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts
Weekend Weather Outlook
Who
cares, the weekend is over????????
What good is being
able to prove a million things, right down to the satisfaction of any
court of law, if no one allows you to do that? I can prove right now
that no matter where I live, I cannot get normal AM and FM analogue
radio reception. I can prove that my computer is doing not just
strange things, but that it all has an agenda to mess with my trying
to tell my horrible plight. I can prove that I will soon be dead and
my murderers will get away with it. This list is laundry length, I
assure all of you, and I need not go into it all.
A couple of blogs
ago, I suddenly noticed a large cock roach just staring at me, right
to the left of me on the floor. That mother fuckiGN dirt bag was
watching every move I was making, and that was during a major hacking
that I had been getting.
These things that I
tell sound insane and just really screwed up in general, I know that.
I have the same ears and brain that any of you out here do as well. I
know that this fuckiGN shit sounds totally nuts. What do you want me
to mother fucking do about this however, kind people, lie? I mean I
am just telling you the truth. In fact, you know as well as I do that
no one, and I mean no one, not even in fuckiGN cunt ass Hollywood,
KALI; could make this shit all up for ten years. This alone should
prove something here, folks.
The
biggest problem is that I cannot make a story as huge as mine, ever
be told in a short way, and involve a small time period. Even
sticking to one lifetime and one universe, there is no way the entire
deal is not all connected to each other over this fucking sixty and a
third years of time in my god dam life.
Now
the mouse jump hack hit, so let us see if this is not where another
invisible fucking cunt lapping hack came into the system as well, Pam
Bondi and Sheriff Mascara, and FCC Bob McDowell, Chairman/Director,
and old 1972 buddy, from the great 'Worm-hole' Cooley Hall, of
Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA.
Let
us go with the idea that no one anywhere has anything against me, and
all the shit happening to me, is being done by a strange bunch of
otherworldly leprechauns that kill two birds with one stone. You know
what I mean, fuck wit me, while al the time, fuck with other people
also by making the evidence point to where I will think I have every
legitimate reason for believing they did this, only they are
completely innocent. This is not a totally impossible reality, and I
know that. But it would make any attempt by me ever, at proving any
of this at all, literally out of the range of doable. Someone who
loves their dying granny or their little sick child who has some
horrendous cancer and a month to live, would find a way to fly
through the air like Superman, if that was what it took, to save
their loved one. Well, show me how anyone has a possibility in
fucking HELL, of flying like superman, in the universe where they
have their physical body in. You can't and they can't. AND I CAN'T,
not if this is what is happening, Mister Blackboards-1970-Smith, kind
sir! Another person from the very same era in time needs to be also
quoted here, as it is beyond perfectly apropos to do this: “It's
just that simple”. As always, John Colorado Henningsen, you are so
totally correct!
Oh
yes ladies and gentlemen, good old wonderful Ziggy's
super great late June of 1970 advice, you know; “Go
home, go home”.
Again with my daughter's great message that always seems to endlessly
apply to me, “IT
WILL BE TOO LATE”
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, Detective Fontana.
CALLIO'S
FLOWERS, AND
HALLS
WALLS
THIS
IS CHAPTER #109
APRIL
29, 2015,
EARLY
SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-81/L-64).
HUMIDITY
IS 51%. IT FEELS LIKE 81 HEAT INDEX.
WIND
IS NE AT 13, GUCTING TO 20; SEAS UP A BIT.
Let
us say for a minute or two, that this is what is happening. No one is
doing a thing, other than for HALLS
FAWCES,
who not only do what they do to me and have since I was literally
dropped by my mom, onto my head, in Philly; while she was holding me,
and walking to a doctor appointment, and crossing a street in West
Philly one late morning. She tripped and I went sailing down hard,
and remember it clear as a bell. She didn't try to do that, but I bet
HALLS FAWCES did! But let us say for argument's sake that this is
what is happening, right down to all things from this incredible
family, to Atlantic City, and the decades of hell there, to all the
shit in Florida and all the rest of the shit up in Jersey, way too
numerous to even attempt trying to get into right now; all just some
ridiculously huge happenstance, or worse; these
forces of Mister Star Wars Hall, of Jefferson Super-girls Street in
Camden, New Jersey,
did a wild game on me by first doing al of this for six solid
decades, and then making it appear to frame dozens and even hundreds
of totally other innocent people. Let me just say that this would put
such a fucking wild new spin on my life and its hell, that morianity
would have to close up shop tonight forever. I just wouldn't be able
to deal with that. In a way not really describable to a blog
audience, this would make shit so beyond big, even bigger than shit
is all around me right now; that I would have to cave and scream
UNCLE and do a sequel to the old 1983 fucking Atco, NJUSAESMWG
song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Lordess, I may be a lot of things and many not real pleasant, but one
thing I won't be, is a denier of truth. I have to go with what is
around me, and even David Leigh Smith agrees with me on this, from
that day four and a half decades ago at the Cooley-Wormhole Hall, YO.
Still, I am very disappointed that neither my local county sheriff,
or my state Attorney General were willing to help me at all, and are
going to just stand by and watch me slowly die by slow torture, at
the hands of this fucking evil Milituforce! Oh Pam!
Oh
stop all that moaning and belly aching, Blogger Mountainpen. We can't
help you, ya' buttwipe.
Wow,
harsh. Sorry for bothering anybody! Well I guess they're not on my
X-MAS card list, huh Merry?
I
can't help you either, YO. Get porked Mountainpen.
Boy
this is worse than Halloween 1974 when you were a really bad girl.
GO
TO THE DEVIL!
THAT'S
TELL'IN HIM, MERRY.
OH
THAT ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN. LET'S KICK HIM IN HIS TEETH.
LET'S
NOT PEOPLE. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO ALL OF YOU, FOR CRISSAKE?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
I DID MY BEST TO REALLY FUCK HIM UP, NOW HE AND HIS MAGGIE-0MACHINE
HAS ME STUCK BURIED ALIVE IN THIS DAM BOX, YO. HELLLLLLLLLL'P!!!!!!!!
YEAH,
HE CAN BE A REAL BUTTWIPE!
A
TINY CHILD KNOWS THAT DAM ASS MUCH!
YEAH,
THAT'S JUST REALITY, YOU GUYS.
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, THE END!!!!
Today's Weather Outlook
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
UPDATED 7:45 AM EDT, May 3, 2015
Summer-like
temperatures will have residents from the southern and central
Plains into the Great Lakes looking for ways to stay cool
before afternoon thunderstorms usher people indoors. Other
trouble spots will be found across the Rocky Front Range and
parts of the Desert Southwest as well today.
WeatherBug
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WeatherBug
National Outlook.
A
sharp cold front sweeping from the central Plains into the
western Great Lakes will trigger downpours and a couple of
dangerous thunderstorms this afternoon and evening from western
Kansas into western Wisconsin and northwestern Michigan. Not
only will they squeeze out heavy rain capable of producing
localized flooding, but a few of the thunderstorms will likely
interrupt outdoor plans with high winds and large hail the main
concerns.
Other
places such as Salt Lake City, Denver and Albuquerque, N.M.,
across the Rocky Front Range and Intermountain West will have
to deal with a few hit-or-miss showers and thunderstorms this
afternoon and evening.
The
only other minor trouble spots will be across New York State
and parts of southern and central New England, as well as along
the western Gulf Coast, where spotty showers and thunderstorms
could also cause a few interruptions to outdoor places this
afternoon and evening.
Triple-digit
highs will remain parked across the Desert Southwest and the
southern California Deserts today. Meanwhile, highs in the 80s
and lower 90s will blanket the Sacramento Valley, while
covering a large stretch from the southern and central Rocky
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Southeast. The rest of the U.S. will have pleasant 60s and 70s
to finish up the weekend, while cool 30s, 40s and 50s generally
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you TWB for alerting me to the rip tide problems at the beach this
weekend, but as you know, I am a good poker player and and a great
bluffer, but am too old to worry about the beach any longer, too old
and way too sick. Thank you anyway. I love how informative TWB APP is
and would not live without having it on my system. Keep up the darn
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I
awoke without any memory of hyperspace interactions (no dreams),
after crashing around a quarter shy of two this morning, at around
just shy of ten, one of my better nights of sleep in a very long
time. I am known for saying, “What good is sleep if you have to
just wake up again, it only has value if it could be eternal”. If
you are dead to the world or totally oblivious, if you were to awaken
after five minutes, ten hours, four days, or a million years, to you
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Legends
only, on Pointer Sisters, no Fairytale stories, JUST THE LEGENDS,
MISTER MCNULTY!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 108
MAY
3, 2015,
LATE
SUNDAY MORNING AT 10:54,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE------(H-79/L-64)
WIND
IS NE AT 8, WITH GUSTING TO 20.
HUMIDITY
IS 44, WIND CHILL IS 80.
FORECAST
HIGH TODAY IS 82.
PASTED
IN COUNTY RIP TIDE ALERT FROM TWB TO THE BOM, 11-AM, 3 MAY, 2015.
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THANK
YOU FOR THIS INFORMATION, TWB. GREAT, AS ALWAYS. MY FAVE IS WHEN I
GET THE GREAT 'DIANA-ALERTS'; THE WORLD KNOWS THESE AS
THUNDERSTORM-ALERTS. I JUST LOVE MY DIANA SO MUCH, AND PRAY TO THE
GODS THAT JEHOVAH WILL TELL HER TO COME DOWN, AND TAKE ME OUT OF
HERE, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVIL-ASS-JANE
ONEONE, EVIL-ASS-JANE ONEONE, EVIL-ASS-JANE ONEONE, EVIL-ASS-JANE
ONEONE, EVIL-ASS-JANE ONEONE, EVIL-ASS-JANE ONEONE.
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY OH CLUELESS POOL DUDES AND RHYMES, WHAT IS THIS PLANET
COMING TO, MISTER FUTURE MAYOR, BEYOND THAT GREAT DREAMING AND
NON-DREAMING TIME RANGE OF 1995-1997?
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I
don't need the great folks of Sesame Street to tell you all how much
I love that great number five. God Almighty's two faves are (7) and
(12). She rested on the seventh day after six days of programming
this wild gamogram-simulation, and went to HER upline world
equivalent of our downline Atlantic City, New Jersey, where she met
HER upline equivalent me, at her shop on the equivalent of our
downline Tennessee Avenue where both HER shop, HER lighter friends,
and the great TRINITY HOTEL is located. We say Trinidad, but if you
move south of the continental United States where you are no longer
in America, they say TRINIDAD when we northerners say TRINITY. It is
all in knowing the language and history of reality.
Those
whack job marching carolers are going around my building again. This
is the first year that they have done this more than one time in the
same year. I don't trust what they are doing or what is really behind
it. I frankly do not trust one single human being in the smallest
degree, let alone any of the gods except for MIDDIE, the Programmer,
you would say the Almighty. Mother-Daughter-Electron, MDE, or MIDDIE.
Yes, the seventh day was HER UPLINE VACATION to HER UPLINE equivalent
Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue. This to both of us, is a beyond
extremely special day, quite naturally. The twelve tribes of Benjamin
in the Old Testament Bible is where known humanity stems from,
according to those of the Christianity Faith, and count me as one of
them. I merely know some shit that I am no way in hell supposed to
know or remember, not even fragmented. But the endless real mystery
is none of this. But rather, it is why then do beings this powerful
next to us; allow shit to all happen, when this was what caused me to
know all of this stuff in the first dam place? This is what I termed
back in the autumn of 1987, and told this to my now dead pal, mister
David Charles Roth, AN EVENTAL TIME WARP. Don't confuse it with the
TIME PARADOX, concerning the hypothetical traveler who does a major
experiment by going back and killing his grandfather to see what
happens to him, along the lines of that silly BACK TO THE FUTURE
movie nonsense. All real quantum dynamics and astro physicists know,
that the murder event, merely splits another fan blade dimension off
into two worlds that were one before that happened. One was where the
grandfather was not shot and the other where he was shot. The shooter
is living in the one where he was not shot. A very similar thing can
be witnessed by putting electrons through a special screen, in a
controlled lab-experiment. The electron is a fifth dimensional part
of nuclear reality. The other parts that comprise the atoms are
always but three. This creates the real power behind why things all
work as they do. If those not ready to accept total world peace, ever
really understood what I know about this, the world would be doomed
in a short time. We as a global order are not even close to being
ready to handle type-3-civilization power! To bring that scale to
life, with all we know and can do right now, this scale places our
technology as a global civilization type-0. This scale goes from type
0 through type 3, and don't take my word for this, as I am sure a few
minutes of Googling will get you to a trusted website that confirms
these words.
As
for the twelve tribes of Benjamin, and for that matter, all of
Biblical Genealogy, you know, 'the begats' that go on and on; there
are super powerful hidden messages that simply cannot ever be
ignored, that
not only show these numbers, 3,4,7,12,19,84, and others,
but this scale shows how Almighty Jehovah planned many lives here, or
Jack-Ins, to Her gamogram-Simulation, AKA our cosmos. When she comes
in as not Her, or as 'angels', these would be what 2015 computer
gamers might call, AVITARS. Advance in your mind, what we have, and
follow the curve of the past 80 years in computers from the birth of
the ancient IBM-360 system, that yours truly here studied programming
on, back in 1973, at the Professional Careers Institute of Cherry
Hill, New Jersey, USA; and it is not a huge mental leap, to realize
that at some future time, in a minimum of one parallel reality, us,
or any of a googalplex to the power of 99 googalplex other parallel
universes, of the unfathomably gargantuan total hyperspace; will be
the one who survives into a major future that is able to turn around
and actually become the programmer of this
upline-gamogram-simulation. The only one out here that needs to read
blogs like this besides Mister Chair, is Professor Michio Kaku, of
NYU. He knows my blogs are for real, he may shut up for his own good;
but
I promise this planet, HE KNOWS!!!
2015
has been the most horrible mother fucking year of my entire life, and
it even beats any of those monster ass fucking years of those
horrible mother fucking nineteen-eighties. TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz
Munster!
You
know it is funny in a non-ha-ha way, it really is. Things done around
me, lead me to tell the world that wishes to listen, be it my three
or four dozen peeps reading me, or ''whatever'', to quote the boy who
now is Congressman Andrews; but in all honesty, these horse shit
attacks that came out of nowhere, and go back into this mysterious
fucking land of nowhere, from whence it all came, is really one long
nightmare. Individual attacks come and go out of the blue, every bit
as weird and fucking crazy, as the original
nightmare all began out of cunt sucking fucking ass nowhere on the
morning of AUGUST 15, 1986; when I climbed out of my bed, in
Cherry 'nothing real good about it' Hill, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!! If you can do a job of fiction, a fifth as good as
my real life, Mister J. Patterson, I'll hand you my mother fucking
hat, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a flower.
Lilly
and all other flowers can just go ahead and laugh at me all that they
wish to. I know the truth, Professor Kaku knows the truth, and this
is why I have to be humanly sacrificed in this evil world and nation.
When they cut me open in the ME's office after my death for the
autopsy, then they will be sorry for all that has been done to me,
but I will be telling SSJKK that my life demands justice, and this
world will be thrust into a giant fire when the sun goes nuts. She
will do this for me, because I AM HER THAT BOY from the great
TRINIDAD. You all have a vested interest in keeping me alive, not
dead. But you do what you must, and do it quickly, as our SAR (LORD)
said 2000 years ago almost to the day and year now, to the ESS
indwelt, Judas Iscariot. ESS is behind it all folks. I have told you
this all along, and until I breathe in and out my very last breath,
the words TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
as well as EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
will be on my lips.
Every
single thing in these nearly ten year old blogs is powerful and true.
When the world is on fire, they will not be able to come off a page
or a computer screen or whatever, and help any of you. My daughter
would say this so well, “It will be too late”. She may have
forgotten things, but I promise this planet, I have not, Regis and
Rip, and I will not be resting in any peace, soon; after I leave you
all behind. Is that a threat Paula? I will allow you your own
decision and conclusion on that, great giant lady from
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know it is really funny. I come back from a
dam Walmart with the Kings back in the autumn of OHM-9, Cuzz Donnie
Boy, and she says to my voicemail, “Hi Mark”. You know, as in
someone would either say hi, or WAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Insane people, believe you can build stories and see messages through
symbolism, or so says those who supposedly are ''sane''. Mashell
Daniels would entitle both sides of this coin-thought, to their
opinions, of course. Thank you Mashell from 1980. But here is the
real clincher folks. I have shown you in my 'BOM', and my Morianity,
for nearly ten years; irrefutable and indisputable proofs, not only
that all of this would have to be quintillions to one odds for all of
this to be just happening all at random and totally coincidentally,
here in my life; but I have shown how you can prove both in my life,
AND IN YOUR LIFE, by doing some simple things that I have given
instruction on; and telling you all not to take me at my word but in
fact to do some of these life-lab experiments yourselves. You know I
have been up front and way more than super ass honest with all of
you. I even admitted that one horrible lie that I told when I was out
of my mind nuts back in 1997, about Sarah being on that bus in middle
July of 1970 to help me when her friends in her great gang were
saying some shit to me, after I ran away from CHILL-MO Tom Reale's
Ventnor, New Jersey house, to go home. Hay I was just following
Ziggy's advice from two weeks earlier, you know, “Go home, go
home”. Again with my daughter's great message that always seems to
endlessly apply to me. And here she was in a little baby crib that
night I was on that bus. And you say this whole thing is not a couple
of trillions of MACY-WOW'S?
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
A
FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF AT 12:07 PM.
SIX
MINUTES LATER, ENGINE LADDER #15 DEACTIVATED IT.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 107-B
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OK
peeps, here is the date and time and weather page PIP!
MAY
2, 2015,
EARLY
SATURDAY EVENING AT 5:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-80/L-69).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 52%, FEELING LIKE 80.
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 my Mark Wayne Mohr dream
has, as do all of yours out here, even if you don't realize or
believe it; numerous entities on the Astral Realm. I have discussed
on my nearly decade long now blogging project, two in particular,
Rictofarious and Zeranniss. As Rictofarious, I cannot legally enter
into the great capitol city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. There are no gates
on those huge Astral linelanes that resemble future looking super
highways of 40 lanes in width. Saint Peter is not trolling or manning
one of these with his helpers at eleven others, IPYT. You can cross
over, lovely Party-5 Sarah later ghost communicator, but if you do
and get caught without a city pass and a city-name, registered in the
great city-hall of a sort; you, as Tim Devendorf the great dreamer,
would put it so dam eloquently, at the beginning of this second
decade of this century; “ARE IN BIG TROUBLE”.
Unlike human waking world 'BASEBALL' and its famous
electrical-threes; you get three strikes
without BEINBG 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 all say
about the same dam thing.
Why
has this persecution on me been so mother fucking intense lately you
may be wondering, and I have the mother fuckiGN answer, and plan on
showing it to you. That is not to say you will believe me, but I
intend to show and blog it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!! David Charles Roth
called it, “CUP SHIT”!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was speaking of the SAR
STANLEY CUP that for non hockey fans, is the award given to an ice
hockey team each year, if they win the playoffs at the end of their
season. Let me see what shows up on the Flyers Hockey page, lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TRIED TO PASTE IN FLYERS SHIT, BUT THEY HAVE THEIR PAGE WORMED UP TO
PREVENT IT. LET ME SEE IF PIECEMEAL POS T UPS ARE POSSIBLE WITHOUT
FREEZING THE STUPID ASS FUCKING SYSTEM ALL UP!
This
page does not have that hack on it that many do if you try cut and
paste in for a blog, and it really fucks shit all up and freezes you,
or at least it does it to me.
Dave
used to call this May death persecution, “CUP SHIT”. We were out
in New Jersey in some park walking around and getting major dive
bombed by small aircraft, and he said, “Mark, this is all cup
shit”, and was referring to the Lord Stanley Cup and the
Philly-57-Flyers don't bite my neck off with one letter off on the
keyboard HOCKEY! All the way back in
1986, this horse fucking shit started, and if these people were mere
flesh and blood humans, this could not possibly be fucking cunt
happening now for almost three solid decades, day in and day out,
year after year after bloody rotten mother fucking asshole year, YO
YO YO YO!!!!!
You
missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease!!!! But her friends didn't
fucking miss me one bit, Sheriff Mascara sir. That old fucking cunt
2008 hack from Jenny's Trailer Park got me earlier today big ass
fucking cunt time, YO. Suddenly the mouse jumps and then after that,
the print seems to be running in reverse. You can try everything but
nothing repairs the fuckiGN shit. You can switch all four possible
margin lines, you can hit the text body clear system and re-do, and
even try exiting and booting the entire computer off and coming back
again. Notice as I said, Sheriff sir; this is also when the mother
fucking blog got hacked, as it was right after that that I posted up
the Merry Hollister non-Christmas look-alike little pouting angel
photo. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Sheriff sir, I wish I had this mother
fucking vivid of an imagination all these dam ass years, kind sir.
Well,
I spoke too fucking cunt lapping soon. Somehow that horrible mother
fuckiGN rotten whore managed to fuck with my head. I thought for sure
this was now page 12, but it wasn't, and it was eleven, so let me
cunt phlegm rape, great folks. Hay Mother Russia, where are you these
days, YO?????
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MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAN
IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT
LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
never ever forget life saving PITSY-1994!!!!
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Well
wadies and gwentlemen, YO; Elmer Fwudd and I are gonna' dam sign off
for the dam ass day. WHAAAAAAAA. Say ha-wo to all the dark demonic
forces for me, all Mister Snyder's of the tri-state area up there in
Joysey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's just reality, Dennis!
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