HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
245
When
this particular jerk off guest is across from me; life here in this
place is hell. He slams that door from morning through night. But
this entire day has been off the scale horrendous. Right before his
latest slam, at twelve minutes past Jane Dirtball Fonda eleven this
night, something major ass incredible happened. If I am telling a lie
here; I want to be punished with endless suffering and hell forever
and forever and forever! This is the truth so help me GOD ALMIGHTY!
I
was sitting here and watching the local news, and in a quick
brilliant flash, LIGHTNING entered my
apartment, without making a sound, or causing so much as one
degree of temperature change, anywhere in the room!!! She was more
beautiful than a million sunsets, and waterfalls, and rivers, and
full moons of golden pink all put together, and cubed in Cuba. At the
precise second that she entered the room, my
lights all dimmed out, as if responding without choice, or
reason; to an old disco song from 1979, sung by Donna Summer. After
she flashed, the lights came back on. The TV set and the two box fans
never seemed to be effected.
The
only other similar times that happened to me, were in Somerdale, New
Jersey, at the house I bought on Harvard Avenue, in the late summer
time in 1996, and later sold in April of 1998, to move into Guthrie
Short's mansion at 23 1 Route 73 South, in Blue Anchor, New Jersey,
USA, ESMWG. It was always around 5 in the morning, and happened about
four times. I would wake up to get a drink of water, and in the
darkness, all around the wiring of the home where the electrical
recepticals were, (plug-outlets) as most call them; lovely bright
white streams of electrons were somehow made visible to me, and were
flowing by from left to right, always moving clockwise. I would say
aloud, “Hi Diana”, and then when I would fall back to sleep, she
would come to me and really make passionate love to me, as my tall
teen blond. This is the only lifetime, where she has allowed me to
remember her from my young adult life. As Franklin, she came to me on
my deathbed. She told me I would see her in a room in the sun, and I
did. It would take too long for me to go into this in any real
detail.
JULY
13, 2015
MONDAY
NIGHT, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
THE
TIME IS 11:58 P.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 81 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 86 DEGREES.
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