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Notice how on BLOGGER site, it is all hacked so you cannot read the font. Many internet users are total pussies. They won’t click links and they won’t even highlight with control-A on their keyboard, if it is on some site, such as my rented blogs are on. What amazes me is how my baby mama wanted to put me onto this new info in one of her famous ”dream-communications”, and when I checked it out online, she was right. Aniwho folks, use my link and see all the hacking at BLOGGER, at least here, you can read the shit without highlighting all the dam hacks.
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THE
GREAT WORDPRESS HAS SPOKEN.
Thanks
for the ONES, Mizz Sleazebuckets Fondascuz. I now need to fucking
compensate with my dam FIVES!!!!!!!!!!! This dam bitch is on a roll
like nothing I've seen in cock sucking ass ages and ages, kind folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY!
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0006
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS.
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Well
people, without Mary Tyler Moore standing out on a now non-existing
balcony, on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, New Jersey, USA, let
me remind you of an incident that happened in 1997. I talk a lot
about HISTORY MARKERS, and their REMOVAL by HALLS FAWCES. And why
shouldn't fucking I, kind people. It is about as dam relevant to my
life as a shark cage is to a deep sea diver. One day while I drove
into Atlantic City for a swim in the dam sea, in the summer time
somewhere, back in 1997, while living at that death house in
Somerdale, New Jersey-USA, at 112 Harvard Avenue; and boom, no more
sign along the WHITE HORSE PIKE, for directing traffic into a far
right lane, so as to get onto Tennessee Avenue, and believe me, it
was a hard turn to see and make many times, due to road invisibility
based on many points of weird architecture, as well as traffic
patterns and traffic lights that seemed to set drivers up making it
very easy to miss that one particular turn onto Tennessee Avenue.
One day this sign was just gone, poof. Guess what? As of the time I
left Jersey in December of 2009, THAT SIGN WAS
NEVER EVER REPLACED by the Atlantic City road city division,
or whoever is supposedly there, to make it better and easier for
tourists; and I not being a resident, was a tourist, by pure fuckiGN
definition!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
indeed, HALLS FAWCES know perfectly and totally well, that 10-SC
Avenue in AC-NJ-USA, is indeed a powerful place and point, in some
weird beyond 'something or other' in this wild and beyond
inconceivable video-game simulation, or some reasonable mirrored
fucking image facsimile thereof, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! And don't think for
a New York mother fucking twat itching microsecond that this began
being a major place of significance anywhere near 1997. You would
need to go back to 1965 to make this a bit more accurate. 1964 was
the time that my mother and I would go to vacation at the nearby
large hotel called the Treymore, that is long gone, along with a lot
of America's great historical buildings of yesteryear, replaced by
greed, wealth, progress, and pure moronic stupidity. That's just IMHO
of course, but I have my entitlements, huh great Mashell
Daniels???????????????
Now
as for the year following the Treymore
Hotel, as a young boy, vacationing in Atlantic City; I
will be introducing the long story of how my mom and I, for lengthy
and complicated reasons that I can get into later on and will get to
later on, that are really major and surreal, and beyond outlandish as
far as some of the circumstances leading up to this changing of
hotels, that placed me on Tennessee Avenue, which if this did not
happen, none of all of this life story would have either, quite
naturally, folks!!!!!!!!! Late June and middle August of the summers
of 1965 through 1968, was a collective of eight total vacations, that
my mother and I stayed on 10-SC Avenue near the boardwalk, at a place
called then, the TRINIDAD HOTEL, and today, is now the SUPER 8 HOTEL
CHAIN, another REMOVED HISTORY MARKER, like the great TURNERSVILLE
PATHMARK SHOPPING CENTER was, back in 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let
me take us all back to this earlier blog chapter, and the wild
experience (vivid dreaming interaction) with Mary Tyler Moore
standing on the Trinidad Hotel Balcony, in her very famous from the
MTM Television show, that began its 1970 season on network
television, and one of the most famous episodes of this evening
sitcom (situation-comedy) you know, like today 'Two and a half men'
or 'Hot in Cleveland'. In this episode in waking life, she wore an
incredibly sexy green dress, and this was obviously one of if not the
most favorite episode made, if men were voting on this, and even
NICK@NITE agrees with me on this, from
when they were airing it in 1994 on that way cool, “Block Party
Summer” evening show they did then. You can't help see the never
ever ever never ending coincidences, such as MC's wife, Mister Nick
Cannon, who was given the entire Nick TV to run over the past decade
or near around there somewhere. But I haven't even gotten near the
real powerful shit that ties in the Guessing game of these mysterious
nocturnal guests, told to me by the Almighty Sarah Krassle, on the
early morning pre-dawn hours of Pearl Harbor Day in 1996 after I left
Highview when I would watch the NICK@NITE
Block Party Summer quite a lot. My days were spent at the Haddonwood
club when I wasn't up at the Redbank National; Park on the Delaware
River, and my nights were spent with, well, do I dare say this;
Hammer mallet man, Nick Cannon???????
Oh
but this all gets a trillion times better, and trust me mother
fuckiGN Planet-Earth, I haven't even cracked open any huge Lake-House
doors off any great hinges, from waitresses and terrorists to songs
and recording studios, and how all of this stuff seemed to be already
known about, detail by detail, by the one and only all mighty and
marvelous greatest all time female recording artist, Mizz Mariah
Carey!!!!!!!!! Trust me people, I haven't even reached the letter 'C'
or 'D', in this blog-alphabet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This wild game
called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, told to me by SARAH KRASSLE,
with or without my wearing any future free salvation army clothes,
magical ocean chains, or world notorious playground resort cities,
and so much more it would blow all your dam ass minds from here to a
billion quadrillion decillion Dogtown-USA Plank-World
HELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
here is Mary Moore, standing on this part of a hotel balcony, that
never existed here, that faced Tennessee Avenue where she was staying
as a 'guest' in a room behind the balcony, and she was wearing her
bright green lovely sexy dress in this wild dreaming hyperspace
experience, back on 12/07/1996. Sarah Krassle and I were out on the
street, and suddenly it all turned into her street in her mirror
imaged city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and she pointed up to Mary more,
smiled at me, and made that unforgettable Mister M.K. Cole statement
to me, and I quote her again, “Hey boy, lets play a game called
(GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS)”.
Let me ask you all something. If your life contained all of this
fucking shit, and I am not even giving you one god dam fucking
percent of all of it; just WHAT WOULD YOU THINK AND CONCLUDE? Why
judge me so goddess dam mother fucking harshly, YO???
STAY
TUNED FOR CHAPTER 0007, IT ONLY IS GOING TO GET FUCKIGN BETTER AND
BETTER, AND IPYT!!!!
Folks,
there is plenty to say and tell, and time does not afford me that
luxury right now, Don't even ask, as I won't be telling. All sorts of
wild fucking shit is going down all around me, in my endless fucking
ass nightmare called ''MY
LIFE''.
I
am quite sure their evil DOW JONES is flying to the highest fucking
stars, as a result of the persecution on me. It began
on August 15, 1986, and is continuing today; nearly 30 years in th e
future. I never get more than a tiny fucking cunt tid bit of a small
rest from this unrelenting monster ass horror fucking show from
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THESE
NSA SCUM BAGS WON'T EVER STOP PICKING ON ME, and I am so
quintessentially major disappointed in my president, who I really
hoped might just be kind enough to ask them to get off of my innocent
frail pathetic back, and he just doesn't care, nor does he get it;
about why all these gun incidents are on such as a roll, mirror
imaging the time of my death siege, and hellish harassment, from
these filth bags from hell. No one else voices these things, who also
have been similarly targeted the way that I have been for 30 plus
fucking cunt years now. They just eventually snap, and get a weapon,
and well; the rest is history, but go ahead; keep disbelieving my
tale of hellish woe, keep allowing these endless violence episodes to
continue robbing all of us of our so very precious children, and
loved ones; as this will never stop, until the NSA is told they have
to desist from these hellish unfathomable evil operations, done so
covertly that there is no paper trail, no appropriations for the
funds used by them from our great Congress, and is totally done in
the darkest corners of HELL!!!! I
forgot to type in my FIVE NUMBERS on CHAPTER 5 of MOST-AMP, so here
they fucking ass are now; oh great lads and lassies!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
YO YO YO!!!!
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MOST---CHAPTER
0006, NOW
ENDS
TRANSMISSION.
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I
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 an 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, one 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 and 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-nineteen. 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!!!!
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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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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????????????????????
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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