HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE,
CHAPTER 6
ENEMIES
ARE NOT WASTING ANY TIME TODAY, IMMEDIATELY WITH THE FUCKING
WORD-DISAPPEARING MOUSE HACK; FCC, AGPB, FBI, ACLU, AND SHERIFF KIND
SIR!
AUGUST
3, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 10:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMP
RANGE SO FAR TODAY-----(H-84/L-73).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 80%, FEELING LIKE 92.
WIND
IS SSW AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 14.
SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR; TELL ME WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU WERE ME AND I WERE YOU.
GO AHEAD, AS I HAVE A LOT OF RESPECT FOR YOU, AND KNOW THAT YOU ARE A
GOOD PERSON!
ISN'T
OUR STATE AG BEYOND HOT, SHERIFF KJM, KIND SIR????
TTTTTTOM
RRRREEALE is a lot happier than I will ever be. Something my cousin
Donald said on the C-Span a couple weeks ago, made me know that I am
one totally fucking cooked goose at the speed of light squared, Sarah
Diction; and that is about how God blesses him. Somehow I knew then,
that this same GODD-ESS has cursed me, and will go on doing so until
the day my body becomes cunt fucking sucking huffing maggots!!!!
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Ladies
and gentlemen, I had wild interactions in the hyperspace last
night or really early this morning. I will get into this a little
bit later on but right now I'll just tell you how the day is going
so far.
I
went out on a couple of errands, paying my rent, and my Comcast
Cable bill; and to the grocery store, the wonderful Publix. I
had no idea that this name super market existed until early in the
double digits of december in 2009 when I came here from up in
Jersey. I was looking for Acme and Shop Rite and all those Jersey
places. The hardest thing to get used to after leaving Jersey is
mandatory gasoline pumping. Hey, if I wanted a jot with manual and
menial labor, I'd have one. WHAAAAAA!!!!
Aniwho,
I bought my first half month grocery items, and then mailed my
cable bill, after going to my local bank for a balance check to
make sure my bills won't all bounce. Now I have enough to pay car
insurance and live on bologna sandwiches and stale crackers and
piss after the eighteenth or so. Ain't life fun, kiddies and
kiddo's????
A
few distant planes are flying, nothing out of the averages or
norms, of anyone. I ran into Debra M, my Resident Manager, and I
learned I'll be hearing stuff for a while as things are broken and
being worked onround the clock. She was not in a mood to discuss
anything, and if anything, things were a bit unpleasant, as I
learned from her that I am not allowed to move out slowly as I
moved in. This evil fucking government does not make life easy or
really, even possible; for poor people. I was hoping to slowly
move to a nice trailer park up in Jersey and make two trips back
to here and slowly move out. This is against all regs and she told
me if I o it, my apartment will be gone and anything in it will be
gone as well. This is whhy I love my country so much, Cousin
Donald. Jerk off like you jhave it all and then wonder why people
like me hate your mother fucking guts at light speed squared for
daring to sit there like some god when yall you are is extremely
lucky. Poor peeps on the other hand have been cursed by the
fuckiGN gods, and this came from your mouth, not mine, as all I am
doing is reversing the exact shit that you said, and it made a big
ass fuckiGN impression on me, CUZZ!!!!
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VIVA
FLORIDA, MISTER CASTRO SIR, CUBED!!!
 
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
Any
real world I used to live in; I died out of, a very very long time
ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi, MA'AM!
Last
night, I was minding my own business in one of Goddess Diana's Cabins
in her GREAT FOREST, and suddenly everything wet pitch black and
about ten seconds later I was in a very bright sunny place, on some
strange beach that I have never seen before, in dreams, on TV, or in
regular waking life by going to that place. You won't believe it if I
tell it, but I think some major shit has been remembered from right
here, just be experiencing this wild ''DREAM'' to use your lingo;
world! Oh Mister Smith, where are you when I need you as well as
Mister T. Kean? The mighty Sarah Jacobson and her foreknowledge of
the Watergate Building breakin in Deecee, like wow, if I can quote
the kids, and maybe adding as well, 'keuhwool'! All I'll say for
right now is that I was back in Tom Reale's house and that horrible
driver that MC had in that major 2008 interaction was living across
the street, and told me he was the grandson of the lady who used to
complain that there was a little kid living all alone on Cornwall
Avenue, to the Chief of Police, of Ventnor, New Jersey, and that
little kid was me, back in those days, YO. He then told me that Vicki
Callio hypnotized me and screwed me and had a son that was born on
the third of April of 1971, and named him Sean. Then he told me that
Vicki Callio and this son of ours, had very special abilities. For
one thing, he was able to defy gravity. I am going to stop right
here, as I've told too much of this powerhouse nightmare from last
night, and will need your protection now, BIG TIME, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh for the love of Stein Stiemetz, and for
the sake pf Pete Vitteritti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why me Mister cool
social worker of Abseacon, New Jersey. How's gorgeous super hot
Stacey Kinner these days, YO?????????????? For that matter, what are
gorgeous Tiffany and her coworker Jenifer Washburn up to these days,
YO BRO? AHA-AHA-AHA-WHAAAAAAA!!!!
Things
got real bad after my last BLUCRAN.
This was when the movie was changed somehow with Tom Cruise and his
fighter jets and excuses. Whenever something happens to me that
connects into the eighties; I can always know it is going to be najor
fucking bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My prophetic wisdom rarely lets me down;
unfortunately!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
want to talk about fucking secrets. Go to Atlantic City in Jersey,
USA, and wait for further instructions from this blog. I could blow
your mother fucking mind from here to double shit, YO!
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
For
the same reason that I invented the Speedship Sunram and the Timeless
Satellite, Mister David Leigh Smith. Psychiatrists would say because
I'm fuckiGN crazier than shit on steroids. But intelligent and
enlightened souls know that albeit this may in fact be truer than ice
is cold; I was influenced by the powerful FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS from
50,000,000 years away. So Mizz Eckert Farma, sweetie; don't even get
me going with that for right now, pweeeeeeeeeeze!!!!
SO
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT, TANSTALKER, YO?????????????
Hay;
Tanstalker and I might have our little disagreements; but anyone who
doesn't like cats and dog and kids, is going to have a big problem
with the lovely disco diva Donna, as we all know by now, Mister Billy
Joel, sir.
How
anyone can kill a beautiful cat or lion or whatever, crissake, you're
a real fuckiGN sicko, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
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THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
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THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
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THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
Well,
lads and lassies; it is time to relax with some TV and some brunch,
YO. How do they say it over across the pond; carry on? I'll be happy
if I can just do the weight for a short while, Mister
1969-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't you dare laugh, McNulty!
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I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
need all the help I can get, Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, and Lenny
McKinnon. Is what Steve told me about you true too, Mister Taping on
the Telephone Dude???????????? Well, let me stop and take a leak now,
Lenny!!!! Dogs and big tape recorders, and plants and albums; Mister
Gutherman sir???? Dawn, just who really were you, big nasty ass
girl?????????????
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a
magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret
of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know,
that SHE'LL get me for this. Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES
SIR;
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
I
wish I really was clueless, now, and 240 months ago.
To
all Frank Callio heart attacks, the world over; Mister Cifaloglio,
YO. SUP Darius Choker? What kind of a girl are you; you bum? Want the
mathematical odds that all of this JUST HAPPENED at pure freaking ass
random; anybody? Try about 300 duodecillion to one against it!
You
could fill this picture with atoms from sky to ground and it may not
reach 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (three
hundred duodecillion!!!!
MILLION
BILLION
TRILLION
QUADRILLION
QUINTILLION
SEXTILLION
SEPTILLION
OCTILLION
NONILLION
DECILLION
UNODECILLION
DUODECILLION
BEAUTIFUL
WALL CLOUD FROM TWB; WEEEEEE!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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The
great Victoria Callio and the great Callio family; perrrr-fect
together, huh Homeland Security Ex-Chief Mister Ton 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!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
With
no exceptions, I have come to learn, with a lot of help from my
hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, that it all has to do with the
great game of the great mother, many have called this MOTHER-NATURE
for a long time, but again, Rose Shakespeare, just what really is in
a name?????
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
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SAVANTS
ALL KNOW THIS ONE; THE END:
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
5
TTTTTTOM
RRRREEALE is a lot happier than I will ever be. Something my cousin
Donald said on the C-Span a couple weeks ago, made me know that I am
one totally fucking cooked goose at the speed of light squared, Sarah
Diction; and that is about how God blesses him. Somehow I knew then,
that this same GODD-ESS has cursed me, and will go on doing so until
the day my body becomes cunt fucking sucking huffing maggots!!!!
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My
telephone was illegally squealed again early this morning, and all
night long, the illegal guest-nabe trash was going in and out.
I'll be talking to Debra Maratto tomorrow. I know drug dealing is
going on here on my floor, Sheriff. There is no other explanation
for this bizarre fucking behavior. No matter who comes in to live
here, the shit trash across from me are lifers, along with their
friend on the Crime Stoppers desk, the thief cleaning lady.
It
clouded up to my west earlier this afternoon and looked like a
huge storm was coming, and it did quickly rain hard and then poof,
it all ended, and just stayed mostly overcast until evening, and
now the sun is shinning bright around here.
My annoying fucking computer
hacker scum trash is alive and well and living on the great late
Planet Eareth, Mister Lindsey sir. Tell your kid I am sorry for
calling him 'Mike' back in 1980, I thought his kicks were his name
and eyes always suck and the N and th eM looked similar at quick
glance with the 'M' and the 'N'.
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This
toilet water world can burn in hell for what has been done to me for
nearly sixty-one mother fucking years.All those who never hurt me
without cause or justification; naturally I only wish you well along
with absolute health and happiness, YO!!!!
Major
hacking as always, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; mouse jumping,
highlight not-holding, and on and on and on, what else is new. My
dirt bag fucking nabes are picking up with the noise. Somehow my cunt
chewing enemies know every single
time I so much as get on this computer, and the nabes start
up, along with the cunt lapping fucking hacking, AG Bondi, and
Sheriff KJ Mascara!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
All
persons making my life a living breathing nightmare endless fucking
hell since August 15, 1986, scanned for total absolute obliteration
and destruction, Magnesonic. My mind-voice-print is now read by you
on all orders, all techs, all maxed out power controls, using the
desire key setting of 'D' punishment sequencing system.
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WHAT
DO THEY SAY ABOUT IF NO ONE LEGALLY WILL HELP, THEN WE HAVE TO TAKE
JUSTICE INTO OUR OWN HAND? WELL, I AM SMART ENOUGH TO USE POWERFUL
FUCKING SHIT THAT THEY CAN NEVER EVER PROSECUTE ME FOR. JUST AS WICCA
PEOPLE KNOW, NO LAWS IN THIS TIME PERIOD CAN TOUCH
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR; TELL ME WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU WERE ME AND I WERE YOU.
GO AHEAD, AS I HAVE A LOT OF RESPECT FOR YOU, AND KNOW THAT YOU ARE A
GOOD PERSON!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
Any
real world I used to live in; I died out of, a very very long time
ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi, MA'AM!
AUGUST
2, 2015,
SUNDAY
EVENING AT 7:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-90/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 80.
WIND
IS ENE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 29.
THIS
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CHAPTER
4
AMP-AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 4
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW;
MISTER WHO?
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One
of me for each month of the year, lovely Goddess Diana.
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!!!!!!!!
Beautiful
lightning six times over. It just began clouding up and raining a
minute ago.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
POURING
RAIN AND SUPER HUMID HOT WITH NO LIGHTNING AROUND.
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There
are lots of lovely blonds all over the world, but only Lightning has
captured my heart! Hey people, I am not saying my AG isn't one hell
of a blond!!!!!!!!!!!!
AUGUST
1, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 88 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-88/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 99.
WIND
IS WSW AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 34.
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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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WELL,
I WAS WRONG, IT DIDN'T GO UP TODAY. I NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD
ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE
1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
YOU
FUCKING MISSED ME MISS JANE DIRTBAG!!!!
When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll
drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the
one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
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?????????
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
1
I
INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE!
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??????????????????????????
JULY
31, 2015,
FRIDAY
EVENING AT 7:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-93/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 82.
WIND
IS NW AT 8, WITH GUSTS TO 23.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
Any
real world I used to live in; I died out of, a very very long time
ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi, MA'AM!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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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WELL,
I WAS WRONG, IT DIDN'T GO UP TODAY. I NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD
ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE
1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
YOU
FUCKING MISSED ME MISS JANE DIRTBAG!!!!
When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll
drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the
one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
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THE
WEATHER BUG (TWB)
This
map and legend is shared on the BOM.
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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.
THE
MOTHER FUCKING END!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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