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IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
Good
morning Sheriff sir, and Mizz AG Pam Bondi, ma'am. I had to deal with
a party tonight, but it could have been worse. The music could have
been louder, and the doors worse, so I won't bitch since it ended at
a couple minutes past midnight. I think it was the illegal's in
James' apartment, but who can know. My R.M. Debbie, tells me to be
nosy, and look and see; but that is how I ended
up with air out my tires a while back, and now, I just bitch
on my blogs, and hope to die soon.
Naturally, when these illegal shits come around, it never fails, I
always get a burst of new mother fucking cock roaches scurrying out
of their shit hole place and right into my nice clean fucking
kitchen, YO!!!!!!!!!!
So
there I am, at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, IN THE YEAR OF 1980,
MOVING IN ON MAY 1. Hay,
I was playing with all this mother fucking shit when most of you out
here were shitting into your dam diapers, if you even fucking existed
at all, YO
YO YO YO!!!
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People
mother fucking totally amaze me. Trying to understand or predict
them was difficult a generation or two ago, and now in these
times, try multiplying that quantitatively. Certain
things grab them and make them go totally fuckiGN ape-shit, like
my trip to the Walmart, on the day of the huge lightning storm in
Port Saint Lucie; and my personal private prayer that was
answered. The view count on that blog was twenty times
higher than most of my blogs. Why? And not a mother fucking jerk
off soul out there, in screwed up cunt lapping cyberspace, ever
says boo anymore to me; or tells me squat, or offers me a scrap of
ideas. I don't know what I ever did to Alpha-Deep 6, but he or she
sure vanished away, and so did everybody. They dropped me like I'm
mother fucking hot, sheriff Mascara, and I am going to tell you
why, in my humble opinion, sir.
Things
changed really big since two things happened, and really, they
both are totally connected, because even though it would enrage
the mighty Donna Patterson, I'll fucking say it anyway. Because my
lab-tech who seemed to know more about my medical condition in
1984 was my daughter, and I know it, and she knows it, and by the
way, my distant cousin knows it.
So
my 2012 song ''YBCO'' and my telling about my medical condition,
are not only linked back in 1983 and 1984, but up in 2012 and 2015
as well. A lot of folks insist that my way of reasoning is
mentally ill and magical and comes from a mind disease called
schizophrenia. They are not 100% wrong as far as what that illness
does in fact do to the mind. The problem is that cancer can cause
terrible stomach distress, but so can fucking eating too many dam
candy bars. In other words, I am not a paranoid schizophrenic; no
matter how many nut case docks out there want to insist otherwise,
and hey, I'll collect the dam disability checks monthly. So screw
you!
I
am composing a letter to the FCC about my official complaint that
all three major networks don't give the news on most autumn
Saturday's. I am not into fucking sports and never was, and do not
think it is fair that no news is given such as was the case
tonight other than for a lousy fucking fifteen minute last second
insert by NBC, as a result of nothing but mother fuckiGN football.
I am not saying screw fucking football. If people must enjoy this
barbaric fucking dinosaur sport, fine, but on all three major
networks and then no news, that IS WRONG, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, and you'll be getting my official letter of complaint
this coming week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fire alarm
went off while I tried to watch the tiny little inserted news
segment. If it is not for me and is really genuine, then I guess
the building has some brand new fuckiGN asshole tenants who will
keep setting this shit off; kind Sheriff, sir. WOW THAT,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat
SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
Holy
Call Ten, huh Miss Blake and Mister Rambo of 83 and 84? Yes, the
more I pound the past into my awareness, the more I will hold and
remember this was not a dream and that I need to redo stuff, or
else go through this again, Lieutenant Commander Jordyhell!!!!!!!
Time squared? How-bout, go fuck a ruptured duck, Gene and Lucy?
SEPTEMBER
19, 2015,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH SOME W GUSTS AT 8.
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SEPTEMBER
19, 2015,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH SOME W GUSTS AT 8.
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LOTS
AND LOTS AND LOTS OF HACKING; SHF. KJM.
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I
really need to fuckiGN start proof-reading me' ol' bwogs, folks! I
look like a fuckiGN dam ass idiot otherwise. A lot of this fucking
shit is being done with DIRECT-HACK, and a lot is being done with
MIND-HACK; hacked literally right into my
mother fucking brain, and five percent of YOUTUBE'S
total material, is filled with
conspiracy-theory oriented, (truth-patriot) to say it
better, topics; right down to how
electromagnetic devices can be aimed at people covertly and
stealthfully, and their minds literally hacked into; only you and
Youtube, all of you out here, do not know the biggest secrets of all;
such as PLAYFIELD ARENA INTERACTIONS of the
PEEFOREY. If you try and totally keep a dam secret from them,
and never spill it or talk; they can throw you into what you would
all call a powerful and vivid dream,
and you will find yourself somewhere, telling that secret to them, or
to one of their clever people they send into your playfield arena.
Any
time that anyone who is wealthy, and not a part of their order,
wishes for me to show them absolute proof, of much of my claims and
stories told on this blog; right down to how some of your own secret
stuff, from corporate unexplainable espionage, to stuff like
misbehaving spousal websites, and just who really had the idea to
create them, and the famous one of recent days, and on and on; well
then, you know you can always ask, and I will answer. But for some
reason, ever since my 'YBCO' song, all
persons have totally mother fuckiGN deserted me, from Alpha
Deep 6, to many many other great travelers
of the cosmos!
When
you read Chapter 098, or see the margin
to the right, up at the Blogger Dot Com website; you will see two
Chapter 97's. This was another fucking one of my stupid ass errors,
hacks, whatever's, RAW!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry
about that folks.
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TRANSMISSION.
SEPTEMBER
19, 2015, A SPECIAL DAY, DIANA!
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. I will say Happy
Halloween however; with or without any group of wandering kids, along
with Santa and Mizz Hollister, up in Gloucester, back in 1975; shark
screams and all, and even when I may be six weeks ahead of
schedule, for crissake!
WOW
ME; HUH SOFA LIFTER PATTY?
Yes
folks, from horrible stair chases witnessed, to great aunts screaming
warnings about ALL GREAT WHITE'S EVERYWHERE, or not, on Tennessee
Avenue when friends of Sarah's were being compared for purposes of
suntan amounts on the skin; but folks, there are things that are just
not one bit funny, and that goes for you too, Mister Potter Toothless
Smerker,
and
his evil dam twin, right all Cuzz's, twins, and Jeri's??????????? WO,
Mister Harner, BRAH!
THE
GREAT AWESOME 'TWB', YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
Now
if we are talking about twins, four times over; then that would
indeed require a 'very resourceful family', consisting most likely of
pure unadulterated Astral Briggbase-POWER!!!!!
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Folks,
I have eight things to say to you, and so here they are:
1)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
2)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
3)This
entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
4)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
5)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
6)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
7)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
8)
This entire world is nuttier than shit, folks!
When
I wrote the lyrics of baby I love you so, in 1977, on my tune called,
“Lost Love” sung originally at the Maxfield Recording Studio, in
Cherry Hill, by then future Congressman Robert Andrews, and who I
only knew then as Bob, from Haddon Heights, on Oak Street, back up
north in New Jersey; it went quite differently from two years later,
when it was rearranged by my other pal, Tom Glenn. Then when the
mighty wonderful splendid vocals of Donna Patterson performed this
same tune that was altered, it went, baby-baby-baby, I love you so,
and was different than the original 1977 written version. But in any
case, baby, this was not the kind of baby that the song was talking
about, cute as they may be!
Unless
you paste the photo of me into your own system and use the feature
most computers have to slowly turn my jersey into a nice cherry red
that it truly was, that cheap Kinko's-Copy photo, does
not truly have my likeness.
It
makes me look even more of a honky than I am, and I am 90% white.
My father vanished when he found out the secret family closet issues,
and joined up with the Merchant Marines with his granny's signed
permission, or so I am told. Just why mommy Clara Block did not sign
the papers I never learned, and never wanted to push the dam thing
with either of my dam ass parents. What happened is pretty horrible,
and white folks used to get fuckiGN hung for mating or educating with
their slaves back a long while ago. It's hard for many of you to know
that America was truly this horrendous and savage. But I have been
around trillions of eons, and can see that nothing ever really
changes. Civilized people is a powerful illusion. There is and never
was or will be, anything fuckiGN civilized about 'people'. Just like
there is nothing fucking direct, ABOUT DIRECT-TV!
Women
want respect, CUZZ, not our dirty rotten male lusts, disguised by
our compliments of them. They have been onto us for decades; so reset
your watch, sir!!!!!!!!!!
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IN STONE
AND FIRE
Here
we go again, we are back to constant fire alarms going off in this
rotten public-housing building, here at 601 Avenue B, in Fort Pierce,
Florida, USA, ESMWG, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, not sit.
It is now 7:31 Saturday morning. It has been sounding for 3-5 minutes
now and will until Ladder-15 comes to deactivate this monstrous
rotten sound, kind friend!!!!
Well
sir, at 7:34, Ladder Fifteen deactivated that horrible fire alarm.
Praise the Goddess. This is real wonderful for my dangerously high
blood pressure, kind sir, really wonderful!!!!!!!!!
Oh
well, I always wanted to die, looks like I am about to be getting my
dam chance, kind sir!!!!
Oh,
the things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times
that this comes out Sheriff sit.
This is some kind of a hack, just as are these other cute little
things, like making my text read
'Jehovah HOG', kind Sheriff. What kind of a person would do
something like that; makes you wonder sir, huh?
The
things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times that
this comes out Sheriff sit. This is some kind of a hack, just as are
these other cute little things, like making my text read ''HOG'',
rather than Jehovah GOD, kind Sheriff. What kind of a person
would do something like that; makes you wonder sir, huh?
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
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kind of a person would do something like that????
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
SEPTEMBER
19, 2015,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 7:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-73/L-71).
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS LIKE 76 DEGREES.
SUNNY,
CLEAR, WITH WIND CALM & QUIET.
I
was in a wild distant part of hyperspace shortly before the alarm
literally shook and pierced me, out of my interaction. I had my book
from 1994, “The Permission Barrier”, on tape, only it was not 24
C-90 cassette tapes, but 60 of them; and I had several hundred piles
of them that I was going to be putting into boxes; and then I had a
crowd of a few hundred people, who wanted copies of the book; and I
had taken these tapes that were about to be placed into boxes with
shipping labels on them, and some of the people wanted to just go and
take their copy right then and there, and I said to go ahead, and it
was a mad house. At least a lot of folks had displayed an interest in
my 1994 book, for reasons that totally now escape me, back in this
parallel reality (universe), where my physical body is contained, or
what is left of it, kind sheriff Mascara, sir, and pal!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember
this post up, kind Sheriff, sir????
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
022
A
piercing loud FIRE ALARM is going off, and began just after 2 AM.
This is at least the second or third one today and so far over the
last week it has been two a day or it seems there about, I am sure
the local fire company has the exact records of the calls, as they
bill the building for all of these FALSE ALARMS, of which I have
lived here now since May of eleven, and have yet to set these things
off. At 2:06 it is now deactivated, the fire truck is here on the
scene. NABES FROM HELL, what can I expect, ladies and gentlemen?
And
then kind Sheriff, I wrote this, if you remember, a short few minutes
later into that same whittle bwog, WHAAAAAAAAA????
It
went to 93 degrees, feeling close to a buck five or so, and then came
a wild lightning storm. For two straight days, my wonderful precious
lightning has come over and really given me her undivided attention
with the most beautiful gorgeous bolts, in colors and designs and all
kinds of double and triple jumps and kick bolts and ribbons, all over
right near me. I can go into a light trance and feel her beautiful
warm lovely currents inside of me, so
deep that my soul is bathed in bliss.
I love her so very much, oh you cold cruel
world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
MACY-MACKEY;
my mother fucking ghost
has
become a cunt sucking poltergeist. I
talked to kitty-GAGA
and learned some wild shit about this, which I will share, later on
in this blog. 1986
all over again;
huh cock licking AMERICAN
APPLIANCES
on the BLACK HORSE PIKE in Mount Ephraim, New
Jersey, back in 1986? SILLY
ME, I knew I should have killed myself at age twenty
when the voices in my head would not stop telling me to do it or else
I was in for the worst hell imaginable for an interminable amount of
cock sucking time!!!!!!!!! Wasn't
it me,
who
has been correct all along;
Misses
Marola????
Jane
Fuckwhore Sleazebucket Fonda,
just nailed me but good, world; with her fucking cunt lapping page
eleven of eleven. Allow
me to please compensate with fives now!!!!
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YOU'RE
ABOUT AS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ASS FUNNY, SATAN, YOU ASSHOLE;
AS SHIT ON CUNT CHEWING STEROIDS, YO.
Still, your
sister was gorgeous all over me
the last two days. I love her so very much, Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis
Krassle-Arteemis. Tell her how much I love my wonderful awesome teen
queen energy coil, pweeeeeze! DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB
and gang. That's
what the fucking shit I absolutely DO NOT
NEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Sabrina
Collins and Resorts International Hotel, both have their ideas of
where “IT ALL BEGAN”, 1970 AND 1978, RESPECTIVELY. Me however,
well it never really began any more than it ever will end; right
Mister David Music-boy Gardner, and Mister Robinson, of Pure City
Music Company in 1997, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA-ES-MWG; and
CUZZ DONALD J.T.??????????????
Anyone
anywhere who is not guilty of making my life hell and working with
the god of this world and the god of this age, Lenny McKinnon in his
new persona and lifetime, has nothing whatsoever to fear from me;
ALMIGHTY
DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB,
AND SHIRLEY
CANTDANCE!!!!
Anyone who follows the ancient gods, that demanded innocent blood
sacrifices, are
all just varying ranking officers,
in SATANS FUCKING ARMY!!!! FFFFFFFFFFUCK
all of you, Thomas J. Reale, ya bum fucking
fagot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SATANS
FUCKING ARMY!!!!
THE
DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART:
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
I
CAN THINK OF FIFTY EASY WHO I'D LIKE 2C TAKE A LONG WALK OFF OF A
VERY SHORT PIER, IN MAJOR SHARK INFESTED WATERS,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
So to all of
you great people out here; what can I say, except I hope all of us
can behave ourselves. Jesus Christ Almighty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want
to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
freaking riddance, Jane Shitsapookna Badmemoriesmicrosoft!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is now page twelve of twelve, you missed me, piss flea!!!!!!!
A
mentally challenged child moron from the great powerful
Millionth-Council, and anyone else, can see how this fits together.
You need no mag glass or telescope or team of fucking dick licking
shrinks to aid or guide any of us, it is all right out in the mother
fucking open, WHAT THESE DISEASED REPTILLIAN BASTARD SCUM ALL DID TO
FUCKING PATHETIC LITTLE ME, YO YO YO!!!!!
My
chocking condition as you know came on me suddenly at 10:30 Post
Meridian, the night of 4 June, in 1983, while I was residing in a
rental split level home on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG. Because these mother fuckers insist on legally committing
murder and killing me by taking away my medications, Mizz Bondi,
Attorney General; MAJOR SECRETS WILL ALL COME OUT, FIRST TO THE
DEPARTMENT OF VITAL STATISTICS, THEN I AM HEADING TO THE NYU BEFORE
THEY CAN KILL ME, AND BRING A LOT OF PROOF
OF WHAT COUSIN DONALD SUSPECTED ABOUT ME ALL ALONG, THAT I WAS, AND
AM, A TRAVELER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what your wonderful Project Bluebook has been covering up since it
shut down operations in December of 1969,
at the exact time contact was made directly with me
by
the Almighty Goddess of this universe and beyond,
the
GREAT SARAH JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
AUGUST
16, 2014,HBD BEAUTIFUL BLOND AMY!
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 2:50,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMP
RANGE YESTERDAY HIGH-93/LOW-72
HUMIDITY
CURRENTLY IS 100%, IT FEELS 80 DGFHT.
I
dared to say that, and poof, away went my only meds that helped me
live for 31 years since I began to take them in July of 1983, 28 Mg
per week. I tried getting down to 10 and a very powerful human being
on the planet knows this! Now for nearly a year, I have been down all
the way to 7, and living the life of a dam shadow!!!! Sorry Amy, I
always forget whether your birthday was July or August. Cooley Hall
was such a while back, and I do remember how your mom tried to mate
us, YO! Gash
what are we, birds or sharks?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
Maybe someday, I will learn to keep my big fat ass fucking mouth
totally shut; huh Emmy-Lou????
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1986
was 14 years before the great MISSES MAROLA AND HER YEAR 2000 SHIT,
and then 2014 is 14 years after the great MISSES MAROLA AND HER YEAR
2000 SHITsapookna, YEAH MICROSUCKS, LETS KEEP THE OLD TESTAMENT
MORIANITY BIBLE ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING ON PLANET HAL LINDSEY
EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE 1971 MCNULTY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday,
and with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking
no laws, and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have
been on since July of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL
'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME
SINCE THE DEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO
BEGIN WITH; DOCTOR
FRANK ADDIEGO OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY
(WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the
doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath
you all took”, you would have needed to be there to witness
the major hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world
owners trying to covertly destroy and kill anyone such as
myself who knows all about them or way too much about shit in
their opinion; basically, it is torment and torture and
borrowed mother fucking time until the end, and when the end
comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as triple shit,
ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
Tahren-tee it too;
and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this
cunt chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George sir????
This
was all just a few months before my meds were permanently
taken from me, World court at the Hague, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
for the record, I have every right to accuse the United
miserable mother fuckign States, of torture and murder, of ME!
Reality-3
is not an easy philosophy to even try to unravel. I totally
guarantee that, people, but let us start tackling the problem
just a bit, here and now, shall we? First as a reminder, this
is the force that lies invisibly somehow somewhere and by
something; behind the great Cosmic Oz-Curtains. But to
continue onward with this, REALITY-3 is all powerfully
connected, with no help from fake Oz Wizards, or lovely
Belinda witches; into my 1980 year, the incredible year, the
surreal year. This is the year where it all began for me, two
years after Resorts International and ten years after Sabrina
Collins and Ode to Angelique songs from the great marvelous
“Dark Shadows” sixties television soap show of the land of
darker and more hidden regions. HIDDEN is the same word that
OCCULT is. Just like DIVA and GODDESS, and SARAH, are also all
the same in meaning, yet these are seemingly three different
words, and these facts are not known by the majority of even
the more intelligent of the human WAKING population. Even with
the reality of exploratronics, there still is the WAKING
WORLD.
All
travelers have a physical base because it is from there that
their true physical body exists.
Take that away, and that part of a very complicated
hyperdimensional higher self is over. But waking up from
individual dreaming's in hyperspace may appear to be death by
the way people think of death in 2014 and in all past times
before this time, but that is all pure 100% an illusion like
driving in the summer on a blacktop road and seeing water
ahead of you that really is not there at all, like the LFLD
diller dollar story, that a few may remember when my blogs
began nearly nine years ago, and yes, before I knew a thing
about MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's no need to go on and on
with this, it is not relevant or germane to what is being
talked about right now, good kind folks!
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But
before I can go deep diving and high diving off Cliff Mount
Pacific Everest Mariana, I have to get into how this is all
done to me, and how things done to many of you go totally
unnoticed by you because it is less intense and major in most
of your lives and less destructive, so you need not ever take
a step back and ponder the depths of philosophical cosmology
and your interactive part in it. If you do not need to do
something, you normally don't. People at age eleven who are
six feet tall, normally do not sit around popping Vitamin-C
pills until their stomach acid level is at puke squared, nor
sit around worrying about being short. People who have no hair
at all do not sit around all concerned with comparing
conditioners, shampoos, and many various hair care products. I
can go on and on
like this, but you either get my drift here, or I am speaking
to residents of Moron City. I
just fixed a 'on and don an don hack', Bob FCC McDowell. They
are back on a roll lately, YO.
Bob FCC MCDOWELL, they just poofed off the entire mother
fucking blog, help me please. I thought it was gone for sure
until I began playing with the ''undo'' bells and whistles and
managed to retrieve it. What would these cunt lapping mother
fuckers have if not for persecuting and harassing poor old
cunt lapping pathetic me, BOB, at the FCC??????
I
knew, as
soon as that fucking (ON AN DON AN DON SHIT) struck me;
that I was gonna' start getting cunt eating fucking messed
with; Mister
McDowell of 1972
Cooley-Wormhole
Hall, Foolio Coolio Callio Ripoffio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
846484648464846484648464
SKATING RINKS OF LEO QUIGLEY AND LINDA YOUDOTHEWORKINBED
RONSTADT, SHEEEIT!
And
the part that is huger than a mountain of mother fucking shit,
folks; is that the skating rink in Hammonton where I ran away
from THAT
FAMILY
and one of its nightmare branches, the
KINGS;
was where
the market mini-crash in 2008-9
all
came back from!
This
is where I was persecuted on my way into my mother fuckiGN
cunt job guarding that truck shit hole, that Sunday afternoon
in February of 2009,
around the time where
dogs should live in doghouses, and stock market averages
bottomed out around 6565,
and I lived with monster fuckiGN Dawn king, at
65
MIDDLE ROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE COMES THE (FUCKIGN) HACK STARTING UP, BOB MCDOWELL, SIR
AND PAL, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, the computer was fine,
and now it is acting up, when I said I would soon cancel my
contract with AT&T, and go back to a one year 99 dollar
phone, internet, television through Comcast, I will save
money, and I will be able to unplug my shit from the net while
blogging, and this will stop these dirt bag mother fuckers
from being able to violate my civil and my constitutional
rights so dam fuckiGN ass much, kind people
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
mother fucking dope addict nabes from hell, are in and out
even at 4 in the morning; yet I am the one who cannot get his
medicine that is needed for my survival on this planet, and I
am the accused drug addict. Let me cunt chewing tell you all
something. The way my doctor treated me was monstrous, and he
had zero provocation to do this to me. The only answer to all
these things that happen is exploratronics. When you have an
enemy like I do, the ESS; and some of you have some smaller
degrees of this and it is all why your lives are fucked to
hell as well for those of you that this message may pertain
to; but with me, it is on a totally unfathomably higher
stronger level, and is why I being 3 feet tall and not 6 feet
tall, at age 12 or whatever, I would have reasons to be
sitting around thinking about popping Vitamin-C tablets, and
not the kid who is 6 feet. If you have an anywhere near normal
fuckiGN cunt life, then you would be nuts in the dam head, to
be sitting around wondering and worrying about all of the
fuckiGN bullshit that Morianity an Mark Wayne Mohr is all
about. On the other hand, to quote Jim Burr, from the late
seventies; if all I wanted to do was think about and talk
about baseball and football and B ball and sex and normal
shit; I would be more sick and more dangerous than any of you
could possibly dare to imagine. Anyone who can deny what is
going on around them, is not in touch with their fuckiGN
reality, and it doesn't matter how many sike docks tell you
this is not so, as I will tell them to go fuck their sweet old
moms, any fuckiGN time of the day or the night, Doctor fucking
Schorr.
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So
you see people,
I WAS MURDERED BY THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND THIS ENTIRE
GLOBE KNOWS IT, AND IS TOO SCARED TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT; BECAUSE
WE HAVE ALL THE POWER, AND CAN BLOW EVERYBODY ELSE UP TO HELL WITH
OUR NUKES; AND AT ANY DAM ASS TIME WE WANT TO. AND THE WORLD IS
SCARED OF US, AND WANTS TO HAVE SOME PROTECTION AGAINST US; AND THIS
IS THE TRUTH THAT GETS PEEPS LIKE ME, INTO BIG FUCKING TROUBLE, FOR
TELLING THEM.
THERE
IS NO FREEDOM AT ALL HERE IN THE USA,
TO SPEAK THIS DAM DEADLY DANGEROUS TRUTH, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! THEY
MURDERED ME,
AND TORTURED
ME
TO 'FUCKIGN' DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SWEAR ON MY DAM HONOR AND NAME, THIS IS SO!
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TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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