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I should have packed up and left for Jersey and home years ago. Waiting to save money or for some perfect time, never happens, as almost all poor people know only too dam well!


Now to quickly explain what happened with Pub-Steve. This was a very healthy and in shape man all his life. He cycled and even was in the Tour of France race on many years, along with one of my mom's bosses back in 1988 when we rented that dollhouse in Moorestown on Central Avenue, from landlord Jim Wilson. One day Steve came down to Florida and got a job a couple miles from my Public Housing Building. He wanted to “be careful”, to quote my B-M-Paula; and tell me some major things on the QTDL. But the other half of MIND inside him was interrupted like a cable box signal can be by these dirt bag Lambrigg Cultists. He began getting very ill and he moved back to Pennsylvania to a small place just outside of Philly where his uncle left him a place along a small stream not all that far from the great marvelous powerful and awesome Philly International Airport. He never called me because he shortly in need of round the clock nursing care that he managed to get in-home through a great health insurance plan he had through BCBS. All I know is that he can no longer speak, but his nurse has informed me he typed a major letter to me and that it will be sent to me shortly by special delivery where I will need to sign a form at the PO in order to pick it up, unless I am home when the parcel delivery person arrives at my door. As for more details than this, well, maybe WAYV-FM in Atlantic City will give them to you. As for me, Sheriff Mascara, if they find me dead in here this August, here is who murdered me, kind sir. Read the last ten years of these blogs, sir. Thank you. I know you have a good rational mind. Why would I lie and face an almighty all knowing goddess Jehovah, to be doomed in some eternal hell as punishment? It wouldn't be rational, kind Sheriff sir!


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Steve said he too is sick, and probably won't last the year. A vely intelesting coincidence, Mister McDowell; wouldn't you say, me ol' pal from '72? Well Steve, I know very well she said she barely knew me, but biblically, how much did she have to know me, to accomplish this wild circumstance? And for that matter, I taped the Saturday show on C-SPAN where Mister 1984 car-wrecks admits, oh great sir Ron Prosecutor Wirtz Senior of 1990; that he tells people what to do, and they do it. So why do you have to wait for his phone call to you saying hey, I screwed his entire life up? That's all I want to know from you and your great office, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! So ''Neo-Ho ren gay key oh'', to all of them!!!!!!!!






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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!









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Holy fucking shitwater; it is pouring harder than I have seen in years here in Fort Pierce. Now Vero Beach and Port Saint Lucie can rain like shit squared!!!!!!!!!!!!


I AM RIGHT IN HERE, LOVELY DIANA, IF YOU NEED ME, I AM SITTING RIGHT HERE AT TH EWINDOW, BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING, COME OVER AND TAKE AND ME AWAY, LOVELY BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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CHAPTER 3





Satan attacked me big time, after I decided to basically stop my blogs for a few months. I still am not going to tell what I was about to until I get a real audience, but I am going to keep the record updated and informed to shit that Satan pulls on fucking me.


SATAN just fucking cunt crashed this Open Office program that I do these blog documents on, for no reason; other than the mother fucking twat licking bastard knows, that I am going to say major shit, Attorney General Bondi, and Federal Bureau of Investigation, and ACLU, and Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This incident happened around just shy of a quarter before eight in this already super botbar fucking Saturday morning, not that every mother fucking day isn't super fucking dick eating BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


There will be some punishment for this morning attack, and that is far from all this monster fucking dirt bag has done to me just since last mother fucking pussy huffing night, folks!


First I will tell what is happening for the record, and I could care fucking OJS Medical Center 1970 less; whether anyone reads this or not, that matters or counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


First off, a nasty fire alarm struck and woke me up after I had been asleep a short while, around eleven last night somewhere, I honestly don't remember anything other than it was before midnight came around. My enemy family and MILITUFORCE people wanted to make me write more on my blog, as I had just posted up that I was going to stop for a while since all I have up here anyway, are enemy agents and family trash, or else these pricks would push for me a little bit, instead of making a mockery out of my god dam fuckiGN endless suffering, and hell on Earth!



Come to think of it, let me amend what I said about the order of incidents above. It was a horrendous nightmare or worse, that woke me, and then five minutes after that, while sipping on some cold water to try relaxing again before returning back to sleep; THAT is when the fire alarm struck me, and I knew it was no cunt chewing fucking ass coincidence, YO BRAH!!!



Now for the nightmare or whatever it truly was. I was with Goddess Diana at Ricktown Manor where we live together on the Astral Plane (Purgatory), and we were near the great Flower-Wing at one end of the house that is totally opposite where my mom has a large fancy restaurant. What we were going to do is not anyone's concern on this plane of life where these words for the most part, will be read and examined, now or in places ahead, on the fourth dimension. Just as we got to the door that leads to the Flower-Wing from the wing next to it, Diana's brother, Apollo-Lucifer opened it from the other side and grabbed me, and called me a Woccachimalkine; meaning in Purgatory, on Province Olympia, a filthy swine, as well as an untrustworthy pile of garbage. Then he puffed at me real loud as though he was trying out for a part in the three little pig story with the huffing puffing big bad dirtbag wolf. As soon as he did this; I found myself frozen in my bed and back here on the waking world realm that psychics refer to as the Physical-Plane of existence, and really is merely the HYPERSPACE! I couldn't move and I was awake, or totally believed I was. Apollo-Lucifer, who folks here in waking world reality call SATAN; began grabbing my fingers, and literally breaking them off of my hands one by one, causing me beyond describable excruciating agony, cubed, Cuban, and cubed in Cuba squared! As I said, after this hellishness was over, I was permitted to awaken out of this shit that he had put me into. Then as told, five minutes later give or take a minute or so, came the fucking nasty ass fire alarm. I knew SATAN'S ATTACK was no bullshit at that fucking point, not that I needed a second part of this play from fucking cunt hell to convince me, of course!!!!



Now I am going to tell you what happened when I left the Publix that horrible fuckiGN day when that horrible lady assaulted me verbally for doing nothing other than apologizing for nearly running into her which would have been a total accident even if it had happened, and it didn't! A man took my cart to my car as they do sometimes when it is very mobbed in there and they run low on available carts from the place inside the store where these are kept. As I was putting the grocery bags into my car, he told me he would be in touch with me, and that he was Steve from Philly, Patty's old friend and mom's old coworker. I let him write down my phone number and told him it was listed in case he lost it. I won't do a cousin Donald here, and print it on this blog. He had one of those miniature golf course short pencils in his pocket, and he took out a candy rapper also in his pocket, and wrote down my full ten digit number, saying he was leaving to go back to Pennsylvania at the end of the month, and would call me when he got settled in, and that he knew of my blogs, and that we needed to talk about the great somnambulist Patty-Paula, before I go and get myself killed with this blog. Sure enough since that day, things got worse and worse, if that is even mother fuckiGN at all conceivable, YO. Also, he never called me, and I doubt that he will, but he did have a friend of his tell me some things and I have to leave shit right there. He said to always watch out for McGuire until the day that either he or I bite the dust, whichever comes first. As for what his friend managed to tell me about two months later; all I am safe to say is that Steve began wondering some shit back around 1995, and that a friend of his also went to my high school back in 1967 before leaving for California, and that they both knew a classmate of mine, and is why she went to Haddonwood in 1995 to see how much she could learn from me without my getting suspicious that she was just there for that purpose. How does the mother fuckiGN news media say this, “The plot just keeps on thickening and thickening”???????????????? As for Atlantic City, hey Sally if you are out there and I doubt it, or if PP is and still is in touch; tell her that she can to this day, since the law allows for ongoing conspiracies to knock statutory limits off the books; sue all these horrible pricks in Atlantic City for defamation of character, from that 1998 rumor they and their powerful Trenton-DJ peeps and club peeps, all started about her lesbian shit. She really should contact me, as together, we could end up really suing these fuckiGN monsters from hell, Paul sir. I'll let you have 50% of my share as a finders fucking fee if you wish to discuss this offer with Sally, YO! After my rotten daughter has pulled off all of this horror and showed me her totally despicable side; well, it is only fitting PP, and I am just making you the offer since you like $ a little more than I do. I no longer care about anything beyond getting fuckiGN justice, for all that has been done by these demons from the hot-lands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Another attack last night and the second one of the day FRIDAY, where they interrupt the signal somehow from my cable box causing a blue blank screen on the TV, and the wire that is yellow in color going out from the box and into the video-machine, needs to be jiggled up and down to restore the signal back. This has gone on with five machines now, so it is not the video machine, but is a real attack, and Comcast told me when they ran their test, that they get no return signal at all on my box. Obviously some fuckiGN enemy of mine, has routed the signal through a 'divertor-box' that they control; so they can fucking annoy me, and illegally screw with me; whenever they so desire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Federal Communications Commission; are you ever going to care about my LOST FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS?


All of these things and others still not told, totally fit neatly into the package that the first two chapters of this new blog-book mentioned, regarding the true way that all of us exist in this so-called free-willed physical life plane!!!!!!!!!!!



But until I can get back home where I belong, to fight these monsters on their own fucking cunt turf; and get settled and stronger; I am not going to continue to cast my great pearls before a mindless group of a few dozen swine. All they do is work against me, and all I am doing is handing these mother fuckers the ammunition from which to accomplish their dastardly fucking evil deeds. That makes me more than just my own worst enemy, but rather a total fucking asshole fool. The quintessential fool of the pool, quite literall, huh old 1995 palamine?????????

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So move over Dawny-Girl; and make room for another patient from the great Milituforce-Caused Sike-Ward, or (MCSW) for a shorter abbreviation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There you are DIANA my love. IWALU so much!


END FUCKING TRANNY; SWEET ROTTEN GRANNY!



I don't want to leave things the way the last chapter does for one great reason. It looks like I took my pouty little ball and went home, and this is not the case even though my blogaud is way too fucking dumb most likely to see this truth.

Sure I wanted to get a small following of a hundred or two or so, and ended up with zilch, but it is the world that will end up on the short end of shit a lot more than me. I was willing to go into huge shit and tell shit so major that it would allow all humans to live marvelous Donald Trump lives. But I am not god and without any help at all, nothing can operate. No man is an island, and this is a quote from many, one being the great disco diva Donna Summer, and it's very true. I, unlike my distant cousin, am man enough to openly admit to it as well as to all of my frailties. But when two people who cannot scratch their own backs, decide to scratch each others, this is when the shit begins to work.

You want to know what I was about to tell? Maybe not if it is is just family enemies and enemy agents, but I'll tell anyway. After retelling the great Fascitar secrets, I was about to tie in how all of us are never alone, or for that matter, what we think we are. I am not implying the puppet or robot thing here, but despite the truth that we do have real lives to live, there is a giant carny illusion going on all over us, bigger than any matrix concept, not that this was not a great starter kit for my teaching the next level up from there. Only now, it won't be taught until I get back to Jersey next year, and eventually maybe in another year after that, get settled to the point where I can take this blog and create my own website and grow both of them slowly and surely with real people who genuinely care about my words and are really interested in my message.

I am all through playing games with those up here now. Still, here is what you will be missing, just in case you give the tiniest fucking turd swallow. Many years back, I did all I could to figure out how some group or force or whatever, seemed to be able to know my every move and plan no matter what. It took until this very year to put enough dots together to give me a final picture even beyond what I've yet told regarding ESS and stuff that is related to it. The human mind is in two parts, and I don't mean its two sections. One part is an honest personality and sentient being that begins to form and develop as baby-hood turns into youth and onward. The other part is part of a collective inside of a real place or realm, that these blogs for ten years, called morianity, has labeled as the D-6 or (Sixth-Dimension). We all share the duality of being truly our own unique separate beings, as well as the 6-D collective. Now what is left after this to be figured out and tweaked is simply that there has to be something with rules and mechanics that both govern as well as operate all of the hows and whys and so forth. In other words, why do the majority of people go through this life without any of this information really mattering to them? Why also do a few such as myself, end up with this other part of myself, making a conscious willed effort to connect with me, effect me, and do all manner of things that these ten year blogs all discuss? This is what you have missed out on by not even trying to help this blog grow, mother fuckers!


THIS ENDS CHAPTER 2

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I have closed out the previous book earlier than I planned to. I was originally planning a thirty chapter book and maybe as much as 40. My view count tells me no one cares about anything I say, so fuck all of you! I am not here to make you mock me. My cunt eating life is horrible enough without that.


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Let's see how much the Dow Jones flew up, as I said it would. Then I am planning to hardly do much blogging the rest of this year. It is all fixed and if you are stopped from getting any real interest by those who own and control us, Google and the billionaire bastard scum fucking jerk off trash; then who am I to try any longer to fight this gang from hell fucking cunt fire??????????????????????????



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If a real fucking audience was up here, instead of a couple of enemy agents, and family peeps, who despise me, after I've done so much for these mother fuckers; I would be growing, and not dying. I say, screweth all of you!!!!!!! Get your kicks somewhere fucking else, YO.



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