HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CH. 44
Do
you remember the long talk we had on the telephone, back early in
1975; ''Mizz Hollister''? I remember it, and looking back on it, it
now of course makes a ''dream'' in 2007 or 2008 somewhere, where the
moon, and the maintenance men flashlights; were one and the same
thing. You know; shiny strobe light things, that seem to be able to
'shift reality around'. I know I wish I had that tape, and yes, I was
a real bad boy, Patty, and I taped the phone call, like Bob McDowell
did with me and the calendar deal, and like Lenny McKinnon did with
his weak dependable so-called 'bladder'!
People;
you may wonder why I ever tried to take my 1995 Morianity and turn it
into a blog. My only answer is that I had high hopes of ending a
terrible and monstrous fucking curse on my life. I believed things
that were told to me by two fine gentlemen, one young and one not so
young, back in the middle twenty-ohs; Mister Christopher Bennett, and
Mister Edward Himacane Lynch. According to
them, I needed to tell my nightmare fucking story on the internet by
doing something called, ''A BLOG'', and then; help would come
marching fuckiGN in, like the First Calvary, and the First Infantry,
all combined; led by darlings such as General Douglas MacArthur, and
General George Patton. This of course totally failed to happen, and
as the baby fucking doctors call it, this entire deal was a total
failure to thrive!!! Yes I know the word pediatricians. I just
felt like fucking saying, baby-doctors.
TITLED:
PERSONAL
PHONE DIRECTORY.
ANYTHING
THAT IS NOT FOUND HERE, SUCH AS PASSCODES, WOULD BE UP THERE, OR THEY
MAY BE HERE,SO ALWAYS CHECK THEM BOTH!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
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Why
do I use the Copyright
Office
as a time capsule? Why do I endlessly look at series of ONE-NUMBERS,
when I
try so hard to avoid them?
How did all this get started? Why ever since high school, am I inside
of some wild unfathomable hell? As I said in my 1984 song, “Y JIMMY
Y, YYYYYYYYYY?????????????????????? Well, there are some answers, and
poor Steve, now the late Steve, had them, or some of them. Why did I
see the homeless bicycle man so many times after I saw him originally
up there near the area depicted by the Avalon Beach Club Cam?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????? Yes folks, Steve had some powerful
answers. He was going to tell me a lot more, but good old
Patty-Paula, stopped him, at least IMHO. Still, I will love my baby
mama forever, in my own warped ass way I suppose, dear world. When
John King put those dogs up on the roof of his radio station,
WAYV-Atlantic City, the family was sending me a very powerful
message, but in truth, no more powerful than Mister Inductotherm and
his 500,000,000 dollar message, over at the eternal life machine
college, once formerly non chemtrail known as the Glassboro State
College of New Jersey, USA. If I do ever go back in time, Donald ol'
Cuzz; it won't be to bring my teen daughter to the future, I promise
you sir. It will be to do other things, huh Mister Ernest Merker of
the Erie Tracks of Pennsy????????
Here
are a few grains of spiritual food to chew on. First off, no blog
could ever hope to adequately describe my life, not in its
supernatural reality, its horror, or its unfathomable qualities that
make anyone say it is all a balloon hoax from a total crazy nut job.
Admitting this to myself is merely accepting reality. This makes an
old coworker and semi-pal of mine from half a dozen years or so ago,
very happy!
Right
about now, it would take a million of these beautiful places and a
billion years spent there in peace and solitude, to make up for what
has been don e to me for over 8,000 years. That is just reality;
Sally Starr, and Paul Pedersen!
And
please; don't let the mighty Washcloth-TAWF clan, lock me up in
either one of these horrible secret locations. 'JOJO'
my hoho-asshoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
My
mother used to say this back in 1973 and for several years after
that. Shortly afterward, along came the great Incredible Hulk TV
SHOW, and don't tell me that someone has not been listening in to my
private life ever since the sixties, just please, OK? But
let's speak a little while about physical verses astral planes of
existence, my mother, and food; because a major situation is all tied
into this and has been all throughout infinity. My teacher, Mildred
B. Young from Cooley Hall, told me in 1972, that I need to watch out
for my mother or she will dominate and control the rest of my life.
In a strange way not bloggable, this all happened, as if she was the
biggest prophet since biblical Daniel; but a lot more than this is
happening here. Remember that right after I was not in this Cooley
Hall place with Misses Young and Mister Mackey, I was in the
Professional Careers Institute in Cherry Hill, NJ-USA, studying
Computer Programming,at the 1-Cherry Hill Building, in the Cherry
Hill Mall. This is where I met the great and powerful Mister James
Tiberius Burr. There are no coincidences when this much powerful shit
was all going down around me. Only because of the great triangulated
wormhole system of Atlantic City, Camden, and Haddonfield; could this
all have been done to me. They have to have a major source of
unfathomable inconceivable power to pull off all these fuckiGN
tricks, all this time. A moron can fucking see that much.
AUGUST
24, 2015,
MONDAY
NIGHT AT 9:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-92/L-73).
HUMIDITY
IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 95 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 11.
Only
because of this, can I make the claim as follows: I have knowledge
not readily accessible to any other mortal, because I visit with
regularity, whether any of you chooses to believe my words or not,
the great Purgatory, and I know all of the powerful Astral Gods!!!! I
no longer believe you were just Polio-Ziggy, old pal. Not after
Patty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
just love this wonderful life and wonderful world, Mister and Misses
King and Queen of all sarcasm and facetious behavior!!!! Yes sir and
ma'am; Youtube is just the internet
network, or we might see it as the
fourth American network. When I called Google on several
occasions, about trying to bring traffic to any of my stuff, blogs,
Youtube posts, etcetera; they only
screwed with me, and would not allow me to join this system;
which is a blatant violation of my First
Amendment Rights under the U.S. Constitution, to free fucking cunt
speech!!!!
The
great Victoria Callio and the great Callio family;
perrrr-fect together, huh Homeland Security Ex-Chief Mister Tom Kean,
kind sir? And I promise all the horrible hunters of the world that I
sure ain't lion!!!! Even McGuire and my long dead Cousin Arthur.
JEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; Detective Fontanna, sir! These mother fuckers
just tried to freeze me and crash my program, the minute I ever say
fucking Hotel-Mascara-BOO-2010 about these nightmare horrendous
demonic fucking cunt CALLIO
PEOPLE,
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO
& WOW!!!!
Well,
I managed to get through another 0808, oh great ancestor-cousin of
mine, from the triple murder suicide of Braintree-Mass-USA, Mister
HH88HH88 Herbert Huntington's son, my mom's Uncle Arthur. No phony
Uncle Arthurs, Elizabeth Montgomery ma'am, the real Uncle Arthur,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTERS
41-42-43
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
NOW
A SMALL LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME. WEEEEEEE, ''AIN'T LIFE
GRAND AND SWIFT''; TO QUOTE MY OLD LATENGRATE PAL, MISTER D.C.
ROTH?????????????????
ALL
SAVANTS, YO; THE END!
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