CHAPTERS
28-29-30-31, A-B-C-D ALL COMBINED DUE TO MAJOR BLACK HAT HACKING
ATTACKS
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
To
say my night was filled with mother fucking nightmares, would most
likely be one of the great OVER EXAGGERATED
UNDERSTATEMENTS ever made, in the recorded history of
humankind.
First,
as though she already knew I was in some deep fucking major shit;
lovely lightning (Goddess-Diana Arteemis) came over to me the minute
I fell into my bed last night after viewing the local hour news last
night until nearly midnight. Long Story Short (LSS), I needed all the
protection I could get, but before getting into it all and it can be
done quickly and will be, but first; there is this!!! This must be
said first!!! The enemies (MILITUFORCE)(MILI-2-FORCE)(RAW-FORCE),
remembering that THAT RAW=Robert Andrews Whatever; are being real
super fucking clever little shits these days. Please notice kind
folks reading this blog, how they MISSED ME ON 08-15, but worked so
diligently mother fuckiGN around my pathetic pitiful poor little ass
on the day both before it as well as after it, being, 08-14 Friday,
as well as 08-16 Sunday, yesterday!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to the point where this just laid foundation is definitely all part
of: Lightning and I shared some beyond describable love and ecstasy,
but eventually, my energy levels dropped off of my Astral-beingness
with her, and I found myself back dreaming in hyperspace. Not here of
course,as dreaming the way you all think of this means that I am now
interacting in a parallel universe realm. Diana was completely gone
and I was back at my old high school, sort of like in 1995's
situation as told on many blogs; only this time, I was not from any
other time, and instead, my doppelganger was merely part of this
interaction, despite being fully grown. Also, Nick and his dam thugs
were not in this at all, but evil witch Paula King and evil witch
Sarah Callio, were. Also friends of theirs were in this nightmare
hell and were making life beyond monstrous hell. Suddenly I somehow
was able to get a teacher to witness what was happening and I had
been attempting to do this forever or so it seemed to my
doppelganger, as I was picking up his thought signals or being
another part of me in this dream interaction. LSS again, having them
caught meant that they would examine a file of other evidence that I
had in my school locker, and so this indeed was carefully looked at
with great scrutiny. All I remember was that my E-MAIL ADDRESS,
mountainpen@comcast.net
was part of all of this, and I was giving it out to several other
witnesses, specifically and carefully; and it was more fucking real
than my sitting here right now in this so called waking world and
real world, typing this message out for blogging. Suddenly, my cousin
Donald flew in his menacing noisy chopper over to the inside area of
this high school building, landing right in the middle area, as the
school classrooms all go around this, just like the great Pentagon
Building works, in Washington, DC-13-600! He got out without speaking
a word, came over to me, and punched me in the face and I dropped
down onto the grass with my mouth all bleeding and a lot of teeth
broken and slowly falling out along with the blood. I tried to get up
but before I could, he sucker slammed me in the guts and I went
reeling down again holding my stomach and trying to get a small puff
of air. Then when I regained a small amount of composure, he karate
kicked me in my knee and sent me permanently down to the ground. Then
Paula and Sarah came right over to me and laughed as hard and loud as
they possibly could, pointing at me, jeering, and dancing around. It
was beyond deafening, obnoxious, and horrendous to levels that make
words such as 'unfathomable', practically of no shock value for use
here. The dream shifted to where I was talking to some government
leader in South America who hated my cousin as much as I do, and he
said that King Trump is going to do exactly what you told the world
he would, all through your ten years of blogs, and that not a soul
would listen or take you one tiny little bit seriously, and also, how
pathetic that was for you as well as all of us now as well! He
insisted on being called King Trump after only fifteen months in
office, and then he managed to take over the entire world. My
evidence of course was all something that had a copy file in another
high school, and this was Camden High where Jim Burr had attended
back when he was a teenager, and before I had met him over at the
computer school in 1973 where we were studying to be programmers, on
the old IBM-360 computer system, totally outdated in recent times
beyond any description.
Now
this copy-file was a bunch of cassette tapes from early in 1983 and
up through the summer time, and some of these tapes were of Jim Burr
and myself on the telephone, with his permission to be taped by me,
as New Jersey is a two-party-consent law for any telephone recording,
Mister McKinnon Bladderboy; and this happened right here in what you
all call reality or the waking world realm as well, and I remember it
extremely well folks. These tapes were conversations where I was
telling him how ever since we had met at the PCI computer school at
the 1-Cherry Hill building in the Cherry Hill Mall, in Cherry Hill,
New Jersey, back in the early summer time in 1973 a decade earlier,
he was always showing me how SATAN, the biblical devil entity, was
totally with unmissable pattern, wiping out and destroying my life,
move by move by move, and there was no denying this supernatural
truth, when I would hear him discuss this in great lengthy detail,
kind folks. LSS, these taped conversations, and they happened right
here as I just stated, and will state in any court in this land,
Democrats and Hillary, if you should ever need me to testify to any
of this, and we all know what's being said here if our IQ is anywhere
in triple digits; were all about me making the statement as follows,
in numerous changed versions and way but all saying the very same
thing to Jim, time and time again, only he refused to ever buy it,
the one who put me onto this supernatural force wiping me out and
devastating me, yet he wouldn't even try to make the great leap that
common sense was shouting out to me at deafening fucking ass levels.
This being, that SATAN was now after two decades or so since I was
eight years old, and now was 28 years old in 1983; too
busy to keep pounding on me personally,
and that he needed to have the world or
the forces thereof, to do his dirty
work, so that he could move onto what he himself, Jim that is; kept
discussing with me, ever since he got religion, after we had met at
that school; and a moron can see that those who believe in one
ANTICHRIST and won't bend their rigid concepts that even if it is
one, there will be helpers and assistants to him; and only a total
moron could see how both the timeline with my cousin and me work out
perfectly to all of this, as well as how NOBODY
BUT NOBODY, AND THAT IS TO HEAR HIM TELL IT; SO I AM NOT
SAYING THIS; IS BLEESSED THE WAY HE HAS BEEN
BLESSED, NO ONE! It makes anyone stand up and take notice to
my story as blogged now for ten solid years, and discusses my life
since the middle sixties and how it all began in 1983 and 1984,
working towards the most sinister shit imaginable. It is all right
here in this ten fuckiGN year, totally true, and non-fictional blog;
peeps!!!!
So
when I went back to sleep after awakening quite shaken, I went into a
major trance-out, went to get my AIRSHIP, the RICKTOWN-1 from
Ricktown Manor; and went on a super major bombing mission. First, I
totally blew up the great Astral-Plane BRIGGBASE. Then I took it
through the great void fields out beyond Province Olympia and this
takes me into the Florida Bermuga Triangle, and out to the mortal
world. The ship is totally clocked in so that it is not visible on
any human scanning system including human eyes. I rode up the
coastline to Atlantic City, and totally bombed out the WAYV Radio
Station, then the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority
Building at 401 Virginia Avenue where the great White Horse Pike
(WHITE-HORSE-BIBLICAL END TIMES PROPHECIES), ends in Atlantic City at
its easterly end point. Then I bombed out both homes, where Paula
king lives, and where Sarah Callio lives. Total absolute devastation
and obliteration, POOF, all gone. The problem with bombing missions
is that the airship is designed to strike with transdimensional bombs
that explode into trillions and maybe even quadrillions of alternate
atomic parallel universes, but it is a random strike where a limit to
the power of all of this is maxed out and this is the max or else the
bombs would not be powerful. Now there are way more than trillions or
quadrillions of parallel realms; nearly an infinite amount of them,
so really, the odds that I would later wake up to a realm where that
strike had happened in my universe as I climb out of bed, are so
astronomically fucking small, that it has become an emotional release
game for me. It has only worked one time in all the thousands of
bombing missions I went on, and we all know that date. Right now Jane
fuckiGN whore Fonda just bombed me out with her cunt chewing ones
attack, so let me compensate with my fives, folks; pweeeeeze, tanks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
END, ALL CUTE SAVANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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