Monday, October 19, 2015

CHAPTER 0007, MEGAHELL ON STEROIDS (MOST-AMP) (C) Mountainpen








MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE BEYOND MOTHER 'FUCKING' CUNT HUFFING TOTAL HELL FOR ME DURING THIS THANKX-2-GIVENS 2015 DEATH SIEGE, AND SUPER BULL STOCK CUNT CHEWING FUCKING MARKET RALLY, ON GARBAGE CRIMINAL FUCKING CHEATING IPCPE-APE WALL STREET!!!!!!!! WEEKENDS MAY CUT ME A SMALL BRAKE, BUT NO GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING PANACEA. BUT IT LOOKS LIKE EVERY TURD SWALLOWING MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, AND FRIDAY; IS GOING TO BE BEYOND DICK LICKING SUPER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BOTBAR FOR ME, FROM NOW ON, UNTIL THIS GOD DAM ILLEGAL RALLY ON THE STREET IS OVER, IF IT IS EVER CUNT LAPPING OVER!!!











SPEAKING OF 'ILLEGAL', THIS DIRT BAG MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ILLEGAL JERK OFF NON GUESSING-GUEST ACROSS FROM ME, IS BACK HERE SINCE LATE THIS AFTERNON, SUPER SLAMMING THAT GOD DAM PUSSY CHEWING MOTHER FUCKIGN DAM ASS WHORE DOOR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!







LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; YOU ARE READING CHAPTER 0007



AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP)

MEGAHELL ON STEROIDS (MOST)







AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND GINA TOO; THE STOCK MARKET WILL RACE UP AND UP AND UP AND UP WHILE THIS CUNT CHEWING ASSAULT ON ME GOES TOTALLY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING UNPUNISHED!!!!!!!! I AM DEALING WITH A TOTALLY CROOKED COUNTY, STATE, AND FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TOO. THEY ARE GOING TO STAND BY AND ALLOW BLOOD THIRSTY MURDERING FUCKING TOTAL SCUM ON WALL STREET TO MURDER ME IN COLD BLOOD, A LITTLE PATHETIC SPECIAL EDUCATION KID WITH NO FAMILY SUPPORT, NO FRIENDS, AND ''NO NOTHING'', TO QUOTE THE MIGHTY DIANA FUCKING ROSS!!!!!



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To be quite mother fucking prick banging honest with 'challs'; I thought it would be up more like this amount with a dam ass zero on the end of the right digit. You can't trust the press, or anything connected with that miserable no talent fuckiGN rotten witch Oprah Winfrey. I heard on the news something about her shit today causing the markets to fucking soar. Soar my dick licking fucking asshole. I don't call a forty point or so move up, a soar, not in the 21st fucking cunt century, maybe back in the days shortly following my first rape. After my looped reversed digits second rape by hypnotizing somnambulist Patty-Paula, that kind of a move ain't mother fucking dick licking piss!!!















I will be telling some gigantic secrets soon:



-----1-----Why did enemies kill me through covertly taking away the only medicine I can survive with and have been on faithfully from summer time 1983 through autumn time 2014, more than 31 years? Does the 2020 census come to mind.



-----2-----Who put a very strange fortune cookie message into a broken fortune cookie a couple weeks ago, and what did it say?



-----3-----Exactly why did a super cool MACY commercial get as abruptly put off the television broadcasting system at the very same time, DAWN KING was sprung from the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic, and does FCC Chairman McDowell who I was pals with as a young lad, know the great secrets, and take the 12th and Chi-Cookies $$$$$$$$$$ to keep his mouth shut?????????? Did anyone threaten his life and the life of his family who own the three great broadcasting networking systems here in America?



-----4-----Do any of you seriously think these are my only real big secrets yet to come? They are not, even if multiply that number by itself.



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People can believe anything they want to. But unless they are mindless and brain-dead, they must admit that most of us believe stuff based on our own life experiences and personal stuff, way more than accepting something that simply does not fit into our own relatable store-house of personal life. This is why most of the time, we all fit into groups, from early middle school days right up to old age if we live that ling, and in these groups, are extremely judgmental over all the other ones around us. Whatever happened to the commercials on television telling us TO BE OURSELF, promoting individuality. Folks, if you really want an indicator of when the dictator-mentality is on another roll to rule and reign and control us, it is when the sociological controlling order does away with things like that, and cleverly begins promoting things about individuality being on the doorstep to national disloyalty, when in fact, this horse shit couldn't be further from the truth if it tried.



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Soon, it will not be legal to own patents and trademarks and copyrights, just watch, it is coming. Oh and not by might or legislators in big smoke filled cigar room up in DC-13-600 either. It will suddenly merely be affordable for only the great Kardashian's of the world, the privileged,
those who trump us with their wealth every single time; to ever have such things. Already, to have a decent home or car that is paid for or even close to being, is legally fixed for only these few one percent scum bag bottom feeder types. I wouldn't have anything bad to say about them, if I was not 100% positive that they are never satisfied to have their 99, but they will not rest until they also take my 1. THAT world, is my mother fuckiGN beef with the super wealthy and arrogant mother fuckiGN bastard ruling class. Oh and they destroyed the once great United States of America by the way. Even in Rockefeller's day, they were happy with their 99 out of the 100 pie. But thanks to Ronald dirtbag Reagan, things changed. Hostile takeovers and a million other things in the magic of Reaganomics, changed all of this in America, FOREVER.




If jerk offs who fucking belong in cunt lapping jail were in jail, and many in jail were freed to smoke their innocent weed and other stupid shit, this would be a great place to mother fucking live, instead of an evil and totally oppressive fucking rotten empire!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day long, those dirt bag GUEST-ILLEGALS are in and out of the JAMES-APARTMENT, annoying fucking ass me, with continuous slamming of doors.



''HERE WE GO AGAIN” as the new kids in town would say so well, back in mother fucking late 1977 and into 1978.





Three weeks ago give or take a few days, things started up with those same guests of the GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS guessing game of the great SARAH KRASSLE from Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Along with that, came two strange knocks at my door on back to back days. One was a guy who I never saw before asking me if his radio was annoying me as he likes to play it loud. The problem was that I heard no radio, no loud booming subs, no nothing Dorothy Oz, not now how! I told him so and politely shut my door and told him to have a nice day. Then on the following day, strange nabes tried to come into my place to sell me some life insurance. To see if it was legit or not, I said the one thing that just happens to be true, but would scare away any life insurance salesperson. I said you wouldn't want me as your client, I will be dead from cancer in a few months. They left me alone. Maybe it was legit. Who can ever know? I don't think I have throat cancer, but the dying part I know is true. I doubt I will last past summer time. WEEEEEEE, I couldn't be fuckiGN happier about that. Life for me always has sucked and stunk, times a thousand cubed!








You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















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THE DAY I HOLD OUT MY ARMS OR ANY HOPE FOR ANYTHING TO EVER GET BETTER FOR ME UNTIL I CAN BE LAID TO MOTHER FUCKING REST, WILL BE AN ICY COLD SUMMER IN MIAMI, FLORIDA. I PROMISE YOU THAT, (IPYT).










The death angel, Mortimer Mortino; is extremely mother fucking annoying, folks. Constant buzzing, left side, right side, it is totally mother fucking cunt ass relentless. Also, not that you could care less, A.G. Pam Bondi, and Sheriff Ken Mascara, ma'am abnd sir, but someone is really hacking my computer, HERE WE GO AGAIN, new kids in fucking town in 1978!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






But I'm telling you it's gonna' be all right, in the morning light, huh Mister McKinnon, only we both know that this does not stop at Marcy and Robin, and we both also know, ol' freeen' that if I were to go on and tell all of the mind blowing shit of 08 and 09, I would be wearing not only Joe King's great kicks up my ass BRO, but maybe afterwards, I'd no longer need any trips to wonderful K-MART to shit my pants. How I will remember making my cuzz nuts as shit that day at his PLAZA. He made me nuts and wrecked my only car, huh Exploratron Jerry Texaco of Blucranville? So why not let Leticia Tilley make him a bit crazy back in the early autumn or late summer in 2009? You have all the goddess-dam answers, right CUZZ?????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and maybe just take out the 'W' letter for two nice EEEEEEE vowel sounds!!!!!!!!!!!! Back off me, bastards. Yes folks, between WFMU and WAYV, I am really being reamed and pummeled to hell, cubed. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, DEBRA MARATTO AND SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH, like they could give a fucking shit about a decent [person trying to live here in peace and totally obeying the fuckign cunt lapping laws of this land, harsh as they may indeed be!!!!!

















Earlier on my last short blog, I was going to discuss the nightmare, and then connect it to the EW and many of my EW/Mili-2-Force enemies, but why bother. Let them get their 500 points on the stock market and to hell with poor old frail fudged up pathetic little ass-me!!! But then I shortly thereafter went outside, INTO A WORSE NIGHTMARE WITH A DIRECT MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME BY THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!







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I TOLD YOU GINA-I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!








OCTOBER 19, 2015,
SUPER BOTBAR MONDAY NIGHT AT 7:42,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 78 DEGREES.
WIND IS ENE AT 11, GUSTING TO 26.
SEAS ARE ROUGH FROM EARLIER HEAVIER WINDS.
TEMP RANGE------(H-80/L-73)



GUESS---GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH KRASSLE


So just what is happening to me, kind folks? First of all, I am under some wild isolation death beam. I cannot get my PHA maintenance people to come up and repair my broken kitchen sink, the Resident Manager won't hardly speak to me, nobody I call will call me back. When I go up to my psych place in a week or so, I am going to lay a huge story on them, because I am in need of some major help. If I cannot get any, I will have to put a few things into my mother fucking car and run off to FIJI Island. When I get there with my passport, I'll worry about what to do just like I did when I ran off to Florida, almost six fucking cock sucking years ago. I got by once, and I'll get by again, unless they are fucking able to find out some way of helping me out of this nightmare from hell at my Vero Beach Nut-Job Clinic! I am going to go in there and tell the whoile dam fucking story! I cannot take this any longer. If they can't or won't help, then I MUST RUN AWAY TO THE FIJI FUCKING ISLANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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One Response to “ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING WORST DAY AND WEEK AND MONTH IN FLORIDA”


  1. mountainpen Says:
    September 28, 2015 at 5:43 pm | Reply
    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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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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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!!!!





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MOST---CHAPTER 0006, NOW



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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!
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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.

























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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!








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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!





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HERE'S A REAL NICE JUICY LITTLE SECRET FOLKS. WE ARE ALL DOOMED VERY VERY SOON. IF YOU DOUBT ME; CALL THE H-2 (HISTORY-2) CHANNEL ON THE CABLE OR WHATEVER LINEUP YOU GET. TELL THEM YOU WANT TO SEE AN EPISODE ABOUT HOW WE WILL BE TAKEN OVER BY MARTIAL LAW, THE NEXT TIME ANY REALLY HUGE DISASTER STRIKES. I ALREADY KNOW MANY UNIVERSES WHERE DONALD TRUMP CAUSES A WAR WITH HIS OFFENSIVE BEHAVIOR; AND THEN USES THIS VERY EXECUTIVE ORDER ALREADY IN PLACE, TO TAKE OVER ALL OF OUR LIVES, F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!!!!!!

















I knew if I typed in that I needed to get some sleep, that I would be horrendously awakened FBI-David Waco Koresh Texas style, to a major USA-BFA NOISE ASSAULT, by that paid off enemy of mine, who blares house shaking garbage out of his automobile, at ungodly times, anywhere from midnight through half past seven in the mornings. This morning was around seven. The SATANIC EVIL MILITUFORCE is a lot more clockwork fucking dependable than they like to believe they are. For anyone observing their dam shit, it shows them as quite jerked off and totally predictable. If I say or do this or that, they come right back, normally within just hours, and it can be a minute or so as well. Prosecutor Office ADA Camden, New Jersey, Ron Wirtz Senior, knew all of this quite well. He told me on Halloween Day of 1994, about fifteen minutes after I mailed my book to the United States Copyright Office, called, “The Permission Barrier”, and got to a pay-phone and called him on my credit card, and I'll quote him, “Mark if you test 'them', they'll give you a reaction”!!!!!!!!!! I don't forget these 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?

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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 think he did, but I know that those around his mission of making contact with TAWF and ME, as really, like it or not, TAWF and I are one and the same, after America's 193rd birthday, just two weeks shy of Apollo-11's approach to the beautiful lovely moon, for the first lunar landing mission of humankind, at least in this civilization's historical records, and since we're one and the same, he wanted to make contact, and obviously after telling this poor old honky-me, so many things during our lengthy hours of phone conversations back in 1980, and eleven years after more than just America's great conception-birthday; was being fulfilled. In fact, I personally believe that Lenny making contact with me through Chief Recording Engineer Mister Solomon, was planned thousands of years ago before IRAN became what it is all about today, because of the unbelief of two of SSJKK's greatest so-called disciples, Sarah and Abraham, yeah, 'vely intelesting' names, huh Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason; and your great pal, the Iranian Shah? And then came the plan to send Cousin Sandy, down to the great Trinity Hotel, (Trinidad—when we are north of the borders of May-He-Co).











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. There are parallel universes that fit in-between things in such ways, as to perfectly represent parallel events, such as all D letters may equal all J letters, or all 5 numbers may be all 2 numbers. So in these other universes of perfect-parallel, the education process of interpreting ''dreams'' is not all that complicated, and from Daniel to Joseph to dozens of other biblical story examples given, it is merely understanding how in some parallel universes, things perfectly will parallel, so that a barn there may be a king here, or a sheep there is a year here, and so forth. Simple as freaking ass pie, or even pi, or even 3.14159265???? There is no end to that decimal, just like 2 divided by 3 equals 0.666666666??????????? straight into dam infinity! Hey not to be a total smart ass here, Mizz Dawn-Marie King and Mizz Doctor Daniels from RPL, but GUESS and GUESTS, you know, 5 letters in the blue word, six letters in the red word, here we go again with that 5 and that 6.











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