LOTS
AND LOTS AND LOTS OF HACKING; SHF. KJM.
CHAPTER
099
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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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TRANSMISSION.
CHAPTER
097, AMP,
HELL
IS FIXED
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????
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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????
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!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW,
bland blogs never string together too long, oh great world out
there, not if they are the property of one Michael Wayne
Mountainpen, (BOM)!
Good
evening kind Sheriff K.J.M. Sir. Thank you very much for looking
after me today, I really do appreciate it very much.
WOW
ladies and gentlemen, forget the all-questions-answered
transdimensional website; as I will be the
transdimensional responder here, and I am doing this for free, so
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and TEE-HEE!!!!!!
DUH
DUH DUH DUH, HYUNDAI CAR COMMERCIAL OF 2006. BOY DOES THAT BRING
BACK THE GREAT SET-UP-DAYS, another 1980 and 1994, just not as nice
for me. For you
Buddhists out here; I KNOW YOUR BELIEF SYSTEM, IS THE ONLY ONE THAT
IS ACCURATE AND TRUE; AND WHY I KNOW IT, IS THE HELL I HAVE SUFFERED
THROUGH; AND IT HAS ZERO-NADA-ZILCH OTHER POSSIBLE EXPLANATION, for
all being, and happening. Only your religion works in all of this,
yours and yours alone, so go BUDDHA; and say hi to the great TRIPLE
GODDESS for me!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dream, dream, dream, when I want you,
all I have to do is dream and sing along with the dern karaoke
machine, right great friend, Sheriff Mascara? WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
Yes
sir, and a great great good evening to you, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!
Hey,
don't pout Merry, YO. Things will be all right in the morning light,
and with any machine, even the Keyboards from Petahell from 1980.
Good
afternoon; kind Sheriff
K.J. Mascara, sir. I forgot to change the previous blog to
afternoon. Now I need to say, Good morning;
kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Sahweebout that, kind sir.
NO-NO-NO-NO
SHORTY MACINVONDI AND MIKE SLAWINSKI FROM THE SEVENTIES, YO, IT
IS GOOD EVENING,,
AND NOT EVERY DAY IN THE 1970 FALL, WITH ALL OF THE GREAT COLORS OF
THE COLOR
ME
WALMART
MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I DARE YOU TO DO IT, RIGHT NOW, MICHAEL MCNULTY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO,
DON'T POUT MERRY, CHRISTMAS ALWAYS FOLLOWS HALLOWEEN, AND ANGELS ARE
PART OF BOTH MY LIFE AND THE MIGHTY CONGRESSMAN ROB ANDREWS' AS
WELL, AM I CORRECT IN MY GAP ASSUMPTIONS HERE, OLD BUDDY FROM 1997
AND 1998; MISTER CLARENCE HARRIS OF CAMELMARIE DINERSMOBHITS
SICKLERVILLE; UP THERE IN NO JOYSEY???? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
CHAPTER
096, AMP
Well
folks, this was a very powerful and interesting day for me, that my
old pal, from the FCC, who I knew back in school up at
Wormhole-Cooley-Hall; Bob McDowell; and who moved from NO-JOYSEY,
out to Fort Wayne, Indiana, in the middle seventies, with his
parents, and family; would say so so very keuhwool; “Vely vely
intelesting”. You rock Bob old pal, gimme' a shout out someday,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
even though it won't be super long, it won't be all bland and boring
like my last few blogs were, so let me get right to telling it to
you, great folks out there, YO!
First
off, the only task that I needed to do was go the shrink today, and
so I did. I think the two county sheriffs were keeping a nice close
eye on me, and I wish to thank them, and do the Indian River County
Sheriff a little favor for keeping me in close watch as well. WOW,
'Speedo' (Vero) Beach is Speeders Haven.
That area from the Behavior Health at the mall, with the Post Office
on Route 1, heading northbound on 1, with lots of construction going
on; has
pure buttwipe drivers all over the place.
While I am doing the 45 MPH speed limit, as the signs and the law so
instruct me; every car whizzed by me, like I was standing still and
frozen. They all had to be doing more like about 60-65 MPH.
LIKE-WOW, to quote the kids. I wanted to get out of there like I was
holding a piece of white hot iron in-between my testicles, talk
about dropping it like its hot, kind Florida State
Troopers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But to quote the great yesterday artist,
Mister Al Jolson, “You ain't heard nothin'
yet”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
began around one or two this morning after I had been asleep only an
hour or so. I was with Goddess Diana in Akoslem City, the capitol
city of Ricktown. In the physical world here, Ricktown is the sun
that keeps and warms this planet. Warring factions out in the purg
or astral-Plane have been warring for eternity over certain areas of
Ricktown, such as the Briggbase, owned and controlled by one third
of the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, that make up the AWA or Astral World
Authority. The other two thirds of this AWA is called the SDKM,
standing for the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority. LSS,
(Long-Story-Short), Diana and I are at our condo in the city, and
she is going to be attending a very important QM (Queen's Meeting),
and we like to arrive early, and so we did. A few thousand of our
kids came over to visit us there also. After they decided to all go
out and have their own fun out in the city, Diana, my beautiful
energy coil totally wore me out making super passionate love to me
for what seemed like a million years straight. I suddenly fell off
the astral realm and back into hyperspace after losing my energy,
and began dreaming. Instead of coming back here into this universe,
I stopped first in another parallel one back on the waking world
Physical-Plane. A strange dude came up to me and punched me in my
face and I fell down, or my dreaming doppelganger did. I got up and
realized I was young in that lifetime, but I was back in 1980 and
was in a very similar situation to the one I had on Browning Road
with Sarah's ''brother'', when he destroyed my car, just as he
promised to do, when I would not give him a ride, when I was driving
into my job at the RPL Recording Studio one hot summer 1980
afternoon. When I stopped at a traffic light, over in that parallel
universe, my car door lock was broken and it would not lock, and he
opened it and crawled in, and dragged me out and assaulted me big
time. Then I realized that in the back seat was a hammer that I had
recently used, and was there underneath a small beach towel and a
small colored pillow. I managed to grab this hammer, and I threw it
at this dude, and his skull broke into pieces, and he collapsed an
died right in front of me near Silvo's Restaurant on the Black Horse
Pike and Browning Road, that was there in 1980, in this universe,
and that one as well. I think it closed down a while ago, a decade
or more, here in this parallel reality, but it was there in 1980, in
both realities. I may be misspelling and even mispronouncing the
place altogether, but it is similar enough for those locals to that
area in Jersey, ands that were old enough to be a teen or an older
adult in 1980. I got into my car and drove away as if nothing
happened. I suddenly became dominant over my dream double
(doppelganger, and thus became an operational type-3-exploratron
(T3E). I knew no matter what happened in that reality, I can escape
back into this one, so I did not care about anything. Suddenly it
was as if I had been literally possessed by Doctor Jekyll's Mister
Hyde. I went on an incredible spree of criminality. Sheriff, I
cannot believe I did these things, but I really did, in a parallel
universe of course, and admitting to this wild ride that I took with
my own soul so to speak, is of course done with absolute
twenty-first century immunity. No one in this time period is
anything besides utterly clueless to a lot of this, let alone has
any legislation been passed that would fit my crimes. Maybe it was a
lifetime of pent up anger all releasing itself, but it was
incredible. I ran over people. I went into places and did horrible
things. I even did something that was done to me in 1969. I know I
have said way too much, but it has to be said especially in lieu of
what is coming up next, great folks, and I told you that my string
of bland blogs is destined to always be very short! The entire
Camden County was looking for me and my 1978 Chevy Nova automobile
by nightfall, and sirens were screaming everywhere. I was eventually
caught up near the entrance to the Ben Franklin Bridge, imagine that
for a wild hyperspace 'coeenkeedink'? When an army of police cars
were chasing me onto the bridge, there was no escape when I suddenly
observed another slew in front of me from Philly, and the bridge had
been totally roadblocked off, and so I ran my car at a high speed,
right off of the bridge, at the same time that the PATCO
High-Speed-line Train System had a train heading eastbound along the
side of the bridge, and I crashed right into it, head on. Suddenly I
was roaming around at an area not that far from Dogtown, out in the
Purgatory. There were beautiful signs all over the gate and the area
surrounding it, saying things along the lines of FREE
CITY PASSES
for those wise enough to use this gate, to
cross into Sahasra Dal Kanwal.
I thought I had discovered a magical secret gate, that would allow
me to pick up a City-Pass. Without a city pass that is issued to
those given city-names in the great Hall Registry of the capitol
city of the entire Astral Plane (Purgatory); you can be in violation
of (EWA)
Entrance
Without
Authorization.
Astral Entities are given three times to be caught and deported. The
fourth time, you
are taken to DOGTOWN.
This
would be what mortal waking world homosapiens think of as
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
kind folks; ''leta me tell you whata haaaaaaaapened'', Mister
Derrijo Exxon, my old pal from 1980 at the great EXXON GAS STATION,
and all others interested!!!!!!!!!!! I was dumb enough to walk
through this gate, and it slammed shut behind me with a loud
horrible hellish squeaking sound that reminds me of metal in need of
oil for ten years and amplified with thousand watt amps and top of
the line JB-Lansing audio monitors. Astral
Plane sound is way bigger and wilder, and evokes way more than
normal human emotion on the waking world,
ever ever ever ever ever could do, and IPYT, ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was in Dogtown for a while, people, and I kept waking up over and
over back here while my body was tranced out so I could be with
Lightning when this self-induced trance began, and I was not only
gasping for air and breath, and this was no dream, but I was far
beyond anyone in sleep apnea or any known medical state. This was no
nocturnal apnea or even hyperventilation. This was off the wall
hyperventilation. After this hellishness went on what seemed like a
century or so, I was just in Dogtown, and I ran into the two guards
that I know from there who told me trillions of years ago that I
could mow the high weeds, that is if I can find a lawnmower anywhere
around the place, which there is none of course. Eventually, the
great Lordess Jehovah Neecy Krassle reached into the place and
pulled me out and threw me threw a maze of colored whirling orbital
light like nothing anyone alive could ever imagine let alone try to
duplicate for a story or a TV show, etcetera. I landed back in bed
at the condo in Akoslem City, with my wonderful precious Lightning
Goddess Diana. She gave me a huge monster kiss, and then I remember
waking up softly and I felt fine. But when I went to my psych place
about four hours later on, and after seeing the shrink, I took my
short physical as you always get there after the psych eval, and
everyone came rushing in. I felt fine, but they told me I could die
at any moment, well, not in so many words, but they were not going
to release me, not for a while. They said I was very very ill. They
kept taking my BP readings, pulse, and oxygenation readings, and
eventually, they turned the lights out in the exam-room and told me
to lie down. After a while they wanted to retake the same tests
several times after numerous ten minute time intervals passed, once
while I was still laying down on the gurney, once sitting uop on the
gurney, and this went on for a while. Eventually they said the
readings were all right for me to drive home, and that next week, I
need to contact my PCP to make an appointment ,and they gave me
readings on a piece of note-paper, to give to Dock Roberts; and they
told me to tell him that it is very important that I get in there
next week, and to just relax and take it easy over the weekend. They
also said that I need some new meds to better treat my very
dangerously high BP; but then it did drop to nearly perfect levels,
after forty minutes of this wild examination. I felt fine the whole
time. Still, last night, going to hell, and then this experience,
shit people, do my blogs ever really stay dull and bland for very
long, YO? Come on, I ask ye! Or are you all just as totally
clueless as my old pal, 1995-Poolroy?
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
095, AMP,
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
Good
afternoon; kind Sheriff
K.J. Mascara, sir. I forgot to change the previous blog to
afternoon. Now I need to say, Good morning;
kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Sahweebout that, kind sir.
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?
I
don't do a lot of post quarterbacking, great folks, and no one but
me ever does Wednesday morning QB, but
that is why I enjoy being different,
from here to my grand dad's summer camp up in Long Beach Island, huh
dream hole driller Detective L&O Stabler?
So
for a little bit of it, despite my powerful desire to keep these
blogs away from current events. Sometimes as with most things, I
fail at what I wish to do or not to do, quite pitifully, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most
of you figure I am going to weigh in on the big Republican Debate
televised on the Cable Network News back on Wednesday evening, after
making that statement above. Well, if so, then you would be totally
correct, but only to make the point of just how our world has
changed in forty years, and in ways that can only be considered by
those from the past such as myself, as totally beyond absurd and
nuts, and then I am called the nut and the crackpot, the ultimate
McNulty laugh if ever such a thing could be attained by anyone
beneath the status of a god. First off, things that happened big
time, either went totally over the heads of the media or else they,
for their own reasons and agendas, did not pounce on them. I will
first say before even getting into a few simple points that will all
lead up to the world being so ridiculous anymore; that Mister DJT
impressed me in several areas, big time. One was negatively, and the
other half dozen were very very very very positive, and I'll give
him that one on a silver plate, although platinum would most likely
be substituted instead as soon as I turn my back. I am not touching
that because, again, it is not a part of the point that this blog is
going to attempt to make.
I
also am not going to comment on several things that had nothing to
do with the Marvelous-1. But I assure you that none of it went over
my head, as it appeared to go over the media's, if it really did, of
course. I only want to get to two issues. Believe me , I could
really go to town on ten or more, but two will suffice for right
now. Let me first post up the info-page, please, kind folks, tanks!
Yes folks, the great free press is a powerful and interesting entity
all its own, the entire operation, from mind control and behavior
shaping, to literally secretly ruling the world, without needing to
be elected to any political positions of power. It has been
observing me personally, ever since I was a boy, yet I am clueless
to why. Maybe Poolroy-95
and I are destined to be the endless biggest fools, of all of
Haddonwood's
pools!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I had that powerful EXPERIENCE in December of 1969 with IMHO,
the ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS OF THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE; I was being
observed by HALL'S FAWCES, and stopped from sharing my story with
anyone, by HALL'S WALLS!!!! As soon as I left the Cooley-Hall, the
great news teams literally seemed to invade the place. All my
classmates were on the news, talking about the place. It was wild,
and I'll never forget it, as obviously this stayed with me an entire
lifetime, or maybe 200 of them.
SEPTEMBER
18, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 9:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-76/L-73).
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS LIKE 81 DEGREES.
WIND
IS CALM AND QUIET.
Now
for the two topics of my Wednesday morning political quarterbacking,
folks. I was just wondering if the good doctor was part of the Paula
King Exploratronic ESS Club. Is it just me? Hey he is great, and I
really like the dude; but YO. When I was on 28 Mg of Ativan weekly
for 31 years, I was not like that, to me, it is almost trance-like.
Hey, maybe we need a guy in there who is one of them. After-all,
look at what Paula and THAT-FAMILY of great TAWF-Bloody Washcloths,
has been able to accomplish, and I don't just mean screwing my dam
pathetic life all to hell for 50
years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there is another item I
wish to mention, and again, there are really a dozen, but I am just
going with these two on this blog for right now, YO BRAH! Life in
this new age of social media and this new garbage is more like a
dream than it is real, because it is beyond stupid and absurd times
a million. WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
Let
me tell you then; my wonderful great people.
During
the Watergate days, I enjoyed the televised trial or really it was
an official hearing conducted by special committees in the
Legislative Branches of our government. We had a lot of wild
characters on this, and it was all right there in our living rooms.
I told on some older blogs some of the wild things said by some of
those that were there to testify, such as Mister Erlichman if I am
spelling his name at all correctly, and his speech before he
actually began to be questioned, regarding the scowl on his face,
observed by his wife; and he told how those bright lights directly
above him were, and I quote him from 1973, “Two of the brightest
lights that I ever encountered”. After he made his little short
opening with that information, the senator who was questioning him
just went right into his question, and if I had been Erlichman, I
would have been incredibly embarrassed. Things like this happened
all through this Watergate ordeal, and it was funny as shit at
times. But the press never would have thought any of the stupid
things that went on, were part of any reportable subject matter.
They were there to cover a very important part of the history of
this country, and they knew it. This all involved the only president
to step down out of office during a term, to avoid criminal
prosecution, other than for Andy Jackson, and that too is a
complicated issue, or was. During these times, many folks were shown
in the audience, and one young lady in particular, whether she was
the wife or just a girlfriend of one of the witnesses, I did not
know then and so I don't know that now either, but she was beyond
red hot. But no one in the press would have thought for a
microsecond, to make any kind of mention to such a thing. They were
covering the most powerful hot-dropped political issue of their
time, and it would not have entered the heads of any of them to do
so. But not so up here in these enlightened and intelligent times.
Now, the entire social media was buzzing about the hunk-dude in the
audience in the front row. I think for once Mister Trump was
out-shined by true media attention, because it would be normal to
cover his part in the great debate, and that is all he got, for a
change. But here is a guy in the front row just watching the debate
for crissake, and wow, this is totally unbelievable. Hey, the first
thing I couldn't help observe myself, at the very start, was that
row of people, and some further back, and 'WO' Mister B.H., there
were some beyond red hot girls in that audience. But my attention
was fixed on the dam debate, and they could have all gang raped me
for all I care, I was only interested in the dam crap that those
political aspiring people had to say. They had to endure standing
for three hours under more hot Erlichman lights, and did quite some
heavy duty sweating as a result. I would have needed to be
transported to the hospital long before that event was over, if I
had been up there, and you can count on it. So hunks and lovelies,
and all of that, can wait for more appropriate times, but then, that
is just my little dam opinion that means nothing at all in this
wonderful great world!!!!!!!!!! Still, this point is being made to
show how silly and nonsensical this planet has become, with all of
its better Star Trek technology, digital A/V recording, 3-D printer
lasers, and planned missions to Mars soon. None of this impresses
old fart me, in the smallest bit. Am I still permitted my opinion,
Mizz Mashell RPL-1980 Daniels, ma'am??????????
END
TRANSMISSION.
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