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don't forget any rotten juicy little fuckiGN details of my
nightmare hellish monstrous rotten wicked life; ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fucking enemy
pricks have again HACKED MY SPELL CHECKER from working, so
I'll need to boot off and on again to
restore it, aren't they a bunch of annoying little fucking babies
they are?
TOTALLY UNLIKE THESE
ADORABLE LITTLE TIKES, YO!
HERE COMES THE HACKING;
BOB MCDOWELL'S REPLACEMENT, AT THE FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION (FCC). IT BEGAN SEVEN MINUTES INTO
THE STOCK MARKET CROOKED TRADING SEESSION, OF COURSE, SO WEIN (WHAT
ELSE IS NEW)?NO, not and don an don!
I tried to
exit Blogger Dot Com after reading my blog from yesterday up there,
and nothing would allow me to escape or close my tabs. I was just
about to manually shut off my computer AGAIN for th umpteenth
trillion time, and I tried RED-EXING OFF
of the line of screen icons, that display at the desktop section,
when you place your fucking dam mouse onto the browser icon, and then
whatever tabs are on, all display along a line, at the bottom screen.
Just as I was about to try clicking the red X on these, the browser
canceled and I was back on the desktop. The browser icon showed just
the blank single square again. Still, always a few minutes after
opening fucking bell on WALL STREET, or during the final minutes of
trading before garbage WALL STREET markets are to close for the day.
Two years that
Lenny McKinnon talked to me about in 1980, go back considerably
further than 1980. They were 1555 and 1619. This is when he went
further with this, to tell me about 'his movement' and how I was
smack dab somehow in the middle of it, and not to try and ever get
away. That's a quote. But to quote again, this time from that great
episode of daddy and kid, on ''The Mentalist'' TV-Show, ''If I'm
lying''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not be as pretty as daddy's
girlfriend, but at least I'm no dam boozer, huh Dawn-Marie King?
Still, 1555 and an interesting amount of years after that, 1619, was
his ongoing topic with me so many times over the telephone, while I
resided at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey-USA,
back in that very hot summer in 1980. Even Stevie Wonder chimed in
with a fantastic piece of music, with his HOTTER
THAN JULY MASTER BLASTER. I'll
bet you remember these times well as do I, Stevie. I know you don't
like Florida any more than I do either, kind sir, and I don't blame
you one bit.
This is all
what flooded back to me nine days ago on the tenth of this month,
while the Minister Louis Farakhan was speaking at the Twentieth
Anniversary of the Million Man March, up in Washington 13-600
District of Columbia. He too was speaking of the 400 year bondage
after 1619, coming to an end in 2019. This as Lenny told me 35 years
ago on the phone, was when I will turn age 65, as in so many 6+5
names, addresses, and much much much much much much more, so much in
fact, that I won't dare even start discussing this on today's whittle
bwog!!!!!!!!!!
Now
why Lenny, if he was really just pure simple Lenny who vanished in
1980, was not a whole lot more than he pretended to be; would tell me
that little old 'honky-me', to quote him; was part of this, makes as
much sense as elementary school kids at a birthday party, refusing to
eat any candy, cake, or other nice sweets. Forget the dam pirate
jokes, Steve and Patty, as this goes straight to the desk of one
mister Mack Kaiter of Camp Chesapeake, Maryland, USA, in July of
1967, or my words of somewhat infantile wisdom to him actually;
''This is ridiculous''!!!! It just makes zero times infinity sense
for him to tell me that I am all rapped up in ''his plans'', unless
he wanted me to put that nickel into his machine, decades into the
future when he took a dam mallet to my Saturn automobile hubcap in
1996, and told me to come out of my car and view his handiwork, miles
away, at a pay-phone, where he also just happened to be, as if by a
lot more poofing morphed Potter Magic than a trillion dam Mayor
Callio Calibar Halloweentown's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
am left to wonder just how powerful 2019 will be, if
that is, I am able to remain in this body to view it. As you know,
the United States has operated its own magical shadow forces of the
great HALL and its FAWCES, and turned me from a once vibrant healthy
dude, into a dying lump of fucking stinky ugly flesh!!!!!!!!!!! Hey,
I don't claim to have the answers here, but Lenny and his shit in
1980, lakehouses, super wild nightmares, being whisked into future
times, and so much more; cannot all be the raving delusions of a mad
man. I am more scared of my god dam daughter and her family, than if
I was suddenly awakened inside of a dam Jurassic Park in real life.
If I had to choose, I'd choose all the non Paula-King fucking
shit,let me promise you that right now; all you great blog readers.
When
I heard the great Minister Louis Farrakhan speak nine days ago, on
Saturday, 10 October, up in DC on my cable-TV; I was amazed at how he
sees things like a perfectly reflected mirror image to how I do. He
may hate me for saying that, but I speak only true things. If I did
not agree or see things his way, I'd be first man at the gate to go,
now hey,here is what I god dam think about this, and so on. You see,
King wanted to mix things up and join with whitey. But LF believes in
taking HIS CHOSEN PEOPLE to a new land, and leaving all of the old
world behind, in its full ugliness. Do I believe Lenny was human, and
did not know about the first Saturday in July of 1969? Not for a
single tick of the dam clock I don't. Do I believe in his vanishing
when my son in law got born was some wild coincidence any more than
Sarah vanishing and then came her rebirth? Not for a single tick of
the dam clock I don't.
Now
two years after Lenny vanished, there was indeed the voice on the
radio, the Citizens Band radio that is. Maybe all of the people who
classify themselves as rational and sane here in October of 2015 want
to just laugh and call me a space cadet nut job. Fine and fucking
dandy. I cannot stop you, nor would I want to remove your freedom. If
your freedom disappears, so does mine. I would hardly desire for this
to happen. Still, just because I hear a voice, doesn't mean that a
real person has to be behind it. Just a short while ago I turned on a
radio, and there was Beyonce Knowles singing some hit of hers. Does
this mean she is living inside this apartment underneath my table
where my radio is atop of? Gee, I better duck for cover if that is
the case, as JZ would be up in here to kick my fuckiGN ass from here
to shit in less than six hours. Still, he seemed to be there, talking
to all his girl-pals, like Miss Chillie, and Mizz
Teenage-Blood-Pressure, and more still. It seemed like Mizz Knowles
was underneath my dam table last night too, but I am sane and
rational, and I know she was not. It was just the fuckiGN radio, YO!
It
would be as simple as dogshit for a truly advanced society such as
the Exploratronic Supermind, to be able to know in advance that I
would be listening to the CB at my job post at Mac Andrews &
Forbes Licorice, in Camden, NJ-USA-ESMWG, on weekend afternoon, and
already have these pre-recorded items waiting in the wings to be sent
over a CB Channel. If I can totally believe and witness to use a more
accurate description of the event one night up at the Cifaloglio job
site, my suddenly tuning into WAYV and hearing Paula King telling her
friends that she believed she was being threatened by a very innocent
comment made to her by a very fine gentlemen, Mister Regis Philbin,
right after the song by Mariah Carey had just ended, called, “Gonna'
Get along without You”; then believing in that afternoon in 1982,
up in Camden, at the riverfront, where Robert Hazard and the Heroes
guitar player, and my coworker and pal of those days, Mister Peter
Smith; is like child's fucking play, kind folks! Two years after
Lenny vanished forever, came the CB radio shit. Two years following
that, came my magical lab technician who knew more about my medical
condition than anyone else alive, and we had a lengthy talk on the
phone about it one day, almost like my old talks with Lenny, only
after nearly four years of passed time; I was older, sicker, and not
too much wiser for wear. But 1984 led to a lot of powerful and
unexplainable things that only were getting their feet wet back as
the seventies ended and the eighties began coming in. You know, there
is one more thing that has quite a buzz inside my mind, and that is
2019. Following this time, would be the symbolism for a clear vision
of things, after a lifetime of blindness, you know, as in 20-20 on an
eye-chart!!!!! Also, in 1972, Bruce Pennock and
I were fooling around with a lot of electronic things, and one
particular tape that was created, using one of his very simple little
invented-ideas of adding a small ball point pen cut out inch long
plastic tip, to the capstan roller of a portable cassette tape
recorder; was me telling Shorty MacInvondi who back then was Mike
Slewinski, later to become Shorty, hey if Prince can do it then why
not me, but aniwho, but yes, this tape that was made using Bruce's
little invented item; had a created conversation on it with Mike
Slewinski, and I was telling him that I would be reaching the age of
retirement in the year of twenty-sixteen. Another perfect quote here,
ladies and gentlemen, and yes, I have that kind of mind where I don't
forget too many things in my whole life. Most of it is all right
there in my head awaiting conscious mind retrieval at any desired
time. I said that exact thing, so here we go with 2019 again, only
when Lenny mentioned the 2019 year, I just never bothered to even
think about connecting any dots to that old created conversation, on
Bruce's magic machine. It wasn't really so magical at all, but when I
took it with me to school, the whole place was freaking out on how I
could alter their voices!!!!!!!! This was all what led up to my
invention, 'KEYBOARDS OF PETAHELL'. Well, Jane mother fuckiGN
sleazebag Shitsawhore just nailed me at page eleven of eleven, so let
me compensate with my number fucking fives, please great people!!!!
Moving
this along a bit further with what Lenny McKinnon did not understand,
even though he shared with me the great words that I heard spoken by
Mister Louis Farrakhan last Saturday, regarding the 400 year
prophesied tyranny of Mister Black by Mister White; that is up in the
year of 2019, and the year that I will happen to turn 65 years of
age, and not 65 Middle Road in Berryville, mind you, but age 65; did
Lenny understand or know my secrets, that even I did not know, I
mean really, DID HE???????
But
a bigger story by far, is the great I-CHING, the China Quake late
last decade, and the end of century (20th) that is, wild
interaction, where SSJKK told me as ''SARAH'', as she appeared to me
as in 1969, and before that as well; where she said to me, “Let's
play a game boy, called Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Without even
going into this wild shit a tiny little bit, I had not started
internet-Morianity yet, nor made up the label of Exploratronic
Supermind Society, abbreviated to ESS. Yet for crissake people, look
at what she said to me in this beyond freaking ass powerful wild
vivid dreaming-interaction. GUESS------GUESTS.
Just in case you all may not know or have forgotten at the moment
while you read these words, the entire Christian Bible is filled with
Hyperspace Towel Seepage and parallel universe and exploratron stuff,
but it is called, as all of you do, “DREAMS”. It is called that
because all of you can much better identify with that term of DREAM,
than you can with ESS, exploratron, nocturnal interaction, and
hyperspace traveling.
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0005
OH
BOY OH BOY, to quote again, this time from my poor hard working
life-struggling mommy dearest, right Mister Cooley Hall McBraire, and
Moomy Deaest? WOW, will the fucking fighting odds ever be on my side,
Mister Cooley-Hall Kainey?????? SUPER-WOW!
Now
don't you get too cozy there, Patty and Steve, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
YES,
CBS created a wonderful marvelous television show that Ann King put
me onto, called, “THE MENTALIST”, back in 2008. But you all need
to really read my blogs carefully from late 2007, say November onward
into 2008, and you will get your mother fucking mind blown from
heredahelda.
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Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
MY
NEIGHBORS ARE 'FUCKIGN' LOUD AN DANNOYING TODAY AFTER A QUIETER
WEEKEND. DOES THIS MAKE ANY REAL SENSE? WHY WOULD MONDAY BE NOISY AND
THE WEEKEND BE QUIET? NOT THAT YOU GIVE A TIDDLY FUCK, SHERIFF, AND
AG BONDI! On top of that, here comes the every fucking day power tool
drilling sound, again; that has gone on for a mother fucking month
now, YO!
HERE
COMES THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM NOW RIGHT AFTER THE POWER TOOL ANNOYANCE
BEGAN. LOOKS LIKE THE DEATH 'FUCKIGN' SIEGE IS STARTING UP ON ME, HUH
FBI WACO TEXAS BRANCH DAVID KORESH DAVIDIAN SOUND
WEAPONS????????????????????
STAY
TUNED FOR CHAPTER 6.
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