GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 18
DECEMBER
25, 2015, (CHRISTMAS DAY)
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
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RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-75).
PREDICTED
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RELATIVE
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AND IT FEELS LIKE 87.
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland
Avenue.
Peeps,
I only report the news folks; I don't
make it. I have no power. Making the
news is for those who have fuckiGN power. To quote David Roth,
from the American Honda Plant, in Mount laurel, New Jersey;
concerning this topic, and after I asked him how our lives seem to be
so totally fucked up, no matter what we try to do; and
he said back to me, and the U. S.
Copyright Office has the copy of this, on a cassette tape, from
February of 1988.
“Because we've got fuckiGN enemies, and these fuckiGN
enemies have power, and we don't”!
Sounds Utterly Soul Crushing:
BUT
STILL, DEDECTIVE BRISCOE, IT IS TRUE!!!
Tell
me another great fable, lovely DONNA.
Well
peeps; leave it to major holiday and festive occasion days, as
always, for major events to go down, such as right now, the
SPCING-HACK struck me big time, and every word in that sentence all
strung together as if I'd never mother fucking hit my space-bar one
time. WO-FCC!
Folks,
only in 1970, did I have hyperspace-interactions with conscious
recall, (remembered-dreams) of the WASHCLOTH-FAMILY. Only at that now
water company property, that back then was the private home of
child molester Thomas J. Reale. Well, ''don't
you
believe
it'';
Mister Herby fucking Letts Perpetual, from December of 1983. Yes
Virginia Avenue 401
K-RASSLE; I totally know there
really is something about this very merry annual day. Every
single god dam fuckiGN year, since Cooley Hall, and my wonderful
Christmas-Tree-Angel, this proof comes to me in undisputed ways,
right down to my mom and her exploratron assault, and then my dying
at the Cifaloglio job. Now I have come to learn that other versions
of that song have indeed been recorded, after hearing another one on
the great WEATHER CHANNEL a few days back. BUTTTTTTTTTT, was this
other version before or after I heard my kid at age two singing it,
only all grown up, and at Cooley Wormhole Hall's great lobby
entrance? Yes, before awakening late this morning, I was with these
washcloths from hell, AGAIN. It was even worse than back in 1970.
This time, along with all of them, was the hip hop artist and L&O-SVU
star, “ICE-TEA”. He was one of the big wigs, and he was with the
family, and they were all in Atlantic city, with me, and they had me
kidnapped, and were going to kill me in some horrendous fashion,
after dissecting me, but there was way mother fuckiGN more to this
nightmarish total dam hell, kind lads and lassies out here, WAY MORE!
Trains were involved, and not only normal trains, but all sorts of
weird ones as well. I did come to learn about them after nearly
forty-six years however. It seems they did suck me into other
abductions with them, the year before, in 1969. This was the pull-in
interactions experienced not only by me, but also by my newly made
friend where I lived in those times, Mister Brad Messenger. Remember
I told about both of us were having repeating dreams where all of the
planets were gigantic, and we could see them as huge balls up in the
sky? Well, it seems that the Washcloths all come from a parallel
universe, that life indeed manage to begin on Planet Earth, and even
evolve and become quite advanced, somewhere maybe like one-hundred
years ahead of even where we all are today. But they all knew that
their solar system was going to be wiped out any time, as in that
other world, even though life managed to come to be, and evolve to
about an equivalent to our 2100 year; because the planets were all
weird and so were their orbits around the sun as well, this was a
soon to be doomed race. They began experimenting with all sorts of
things but knew that it would require about another century to
develop some technology to take the entire planet to a safe zone out
of the solar system, as well as build a closer sun, and they knew it
could be done, but in case they run out of time as they believe was
about an eighty percent chance would be the case; they also began
other experimentation, and that is what Morianity and Mark Wayne
Mohr, and these Blogs of Mountainpen, have called for a solid decade
now, the ESS, (Exploratronic Supermind Society).
You
missed me, Jane Rottenwhore Thistlethorns Pissweeds!!!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA, ya' slob! It is now page twelve of twelve, you miserable
water witch bitch!
Yes
some people start out real adorable. They just were never meant to
always remain that way, YO.
Now
my meeting up with the WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL, may not be the only
factor which led me to being inevitably placed on the
The
Bum Classification
The
Bum Classification
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Bum Classification
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BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT;
it didn't exactly help matters in my favor, and yet that is still way
mother fucking besides the point; my great folks out here!!!
So
to maintain the survival of this other parallel universe Planet
Earth, and remember, this is one out of literally an infinite amount
or virtually infinite, of these things; where one Earth planet is
created by the Lawtronics of the seventh dimension beyond all of 5-D
hyperspace; they had to try their best to use two methodologies. A
technical one, of literally using a highly advanced graviton
technology, to move their entire planet, into extra planetary space
orbit, as well as to construct a large and close fusion reactor, out
of unlimited materials in the belt of litter, that lies in-between
the planets of Mars and Jupiter, as exists even over there, the way
it does here. But they calculated a much better chance of their
destruction before this could be completed in roughly another century
of time. So they developed an alternate game plan or a PLAN-B, and
this was or shall I say, this IS, the ESS! Now why am I a part of
their deal,along with many others out there who have shared their
tales with the great MUFOM,as well as many others who are as myself,
unknown by the MUFON peeps; this is not something that has been made
clear and privy to me, at this point in time anyway, Senator
Watergate Jacobson Angelsingers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
over time in 2016, this quite obviously, along with numerous
connected other things, will all start to be thoroughly explored.
IPYT, everyone!
Oh
yes, as a result of this horrible shit, I have been forced to kiss
my dam ass mother fucking life bye-bye. Laugh at me until doomsday,
mother fuckers. It is not funny at all, and you might be next!!!
Merry Christmas and tricky-teet-teet to you, Mister
McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION AND MERRY HOLLISTER!!!!
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