HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 181—A & B
The
mother fucking assault on me started up out of the blue, and remember
the non-parallel running time event of universes in hyperspace, right
about a quarter past eight last night, Friday night, while sitting
down to dinner and TV. A major outside subwoofer attack went on for
ten minutes. This of course made inside nabes a bit crazy and I heard
them all going at it a while and then shit calmed down a bit, but to
quote my father back in 1965 at Haddon Hills when he came up from
Florida and diving with his pals in the Mel Fisher team, “Well,
another meal ruined”! When I finally got to sleep it was a little
in the range one way or the other of about 2 AM this morning. Shortly
past three, I was rudely awakened by that loud fucking cunt illegal
telephone squealing. I am going to have to go back to Bell South
service again. I had them when I first came down here to Florida.
With either the phone service through the ATT&T-UVERSE or through
COMCAST-XFINITY, I get this squealing attack, and it used to be less
often, and recently it is almost every fucking god dam night. Both
Comcast and AT&T deny that they know what it is, also, BOB
MCDOWELL, OLD BUDDY, FCC!!!!!!!!! I know they are fucking lying.
Still, as usual, I cannot prove it, and have no way of knowing why
this is done to me by them, and the only answer is that the Snowed-IN
team from Maryland is behind this persecution, as they have been with
all things, since 8-15-1986.
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This
death persecution of me ever since I copyrighted my most recent
fucking music shit, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”,
sending it for copyright registration on 3 July of 2013; has been off
the mother fucking scale monster horrible, cubed and
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
REMEMBER EVERY WORD YOU SAID TO ME OVER THAT PHONE, SARAH CALLIO ON 7
FEBRUARY IN 1997; EVEN YOUR LAST NAME, SPELLED WHEN I ASKED YOU. DID
YOU EVER WONDER WHY I ASKED YOU THAT? DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU TOLD
ME WHEN I ASKED YOU ABOUT YOUR LOVELY GRANNY??????? I
DO.
EVEN THOUGH YOUR PAL MCGUIRE MADE ME FORGET FOR A WHILE; THE
MULTIPLE CHOICE MEMORY SYNDROME KICKED IN,
AND NOW I HAVE PULLED UP THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION THAT WE HAD AT HIS
PAYPHONE THAT FATEFUL FUCKING DAY; LIGHTHOUSE LOCKUP GIRL. MORE FENCE
SHIT, YO????????????? MY BEST TO YOUR CUZZ PAULA THE QUEEN-KING
EM-TRAPFIELDS.
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CHAPTER
181—A & B
I
really wish that we had stayed in contact, after your parents moved
to Fort Wayne, Indiana, from Gibbstown, New Jersey in 1974, FCC
Bob McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great kind sir, from
Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great
kind sir, from Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob McDowell, old 1972
buddy, and great kind sir, from Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob
McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great kind sir, from
Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great
kind sir, from Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob McDowell, old 1972
buddy, and great kind sir, from Wormhole-Cooley-Hall! FCC Bob
McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great kind sir, from
Wormhole-Cooley-Hall!
JUMPING
KITE FLYING YEE HO NICI STACEY LORDESS SARAH; PARALLEL EVENT IS NOT
ONLY REAL AND INCREDIBLE, BUT I DID SOMETHING THAT THE
GREAT ALBERT EINSTEIN CLAIMED COULD NOT BE DONE,
BACK IN 1986. I believe the Mind-Stein can be quoted as saying,
“There
is no way to beat the game of roulette, other than for stealing from
the croupier (dealer) when he turns his head”.
The politically correct gender he can now be re-translated as 'he or
she', of course. Aniwho, as you know by now or should, if you've
followed these blogs for any length of time at all, that I was able
to make consistent profits for a long while back in th e1986 year,
and I assure you, I wasn't cheating. Try cheating in Atlantic City
and I'll see you underneath the CCC and all great ocean waves and
family owned radio stations!!!!!!!!!!
I
am signing off with all good and BAD savants, at 6:38 AM, Saturday, 6
June, 2015.
I
need some looking after, FPPD and SHF KM!
There
is a parallel universe where in 2019, I retired from a job where I
did work that involved things I only wish that I was able to do here
in this universe. It was laboratory oriented, and I was a research
analyst, and my distant cousin who over there is President Trump,
wanted to buy the corporation while still in office, as he did not
want to have certain things happen to him physically. Folks, nobody
ever wants to die, it is built into the DNA, as is sin and death, at
least according to all of the teachings of Christianity.
THIS
WAS A CORRECTED VERSION, CHAPTER 181---A & B. 181 HAD MISTAKES AS
WELL AS MAJOR HACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“THE
END” and WEEEEEEEEEE.
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