AFTER-MORIANITY-PROJECT----HIFISAF
CHAPTER
085
HELL
IS FIXED IN
STONE AND
FIRE
Good
evening folks. Screw me, I do the best I can, and to quote my
Cuzz-Don, ''I am a miserable fucking loser-failure''. The man is no
liar, and I never ever said that about the man. I repeatedly say he
will make the country strong if elected. I may not say too much more,
but I'll always give credit where credit is due, even to major
enemies!
JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if I ever told all the things I want to, you'd all be picking pieces
of me up off of Route 1, for ten solid dam years!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May
1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild
two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal
where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of
this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and
eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of
tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom
Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football
League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second
interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical
black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to
come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a
relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade
back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof
or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the
rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said
so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the
LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a
contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in
Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin'
and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN
from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the
music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite
resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent
that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major
time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is
all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit,
YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe
traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass
forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another
wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this.
First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors,
and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged
the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had
misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency
number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the
shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about
that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance
Briscoe????
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 8:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WSW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 17.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-90/L-75).
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT 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 (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew when I woke up in Cherry Hill, New Jersey around
8 in the dam morning, on 15 August of 1986; that
something was real fucking ass wrong. But
just what the hell was it, Patty Hollister? Well, to
begin with, Dave Smith's great blackboard taught me so powerful
lessons that went far beyond school or learning my
ABC'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I could not stop this nightmare
no matter how many religious tracts I passed out in Gloucester; that
was the convincer-punch of the Boxers Association, cubed and fucking
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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