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Ladder
15 came here to deactivate a smoke-fire alarm that went off around
quarter shy of noon, a nice quick five minute response, very easy on
the ears, thank the gods, and thank you Ladder-15. It is a warm and
sunny day in Florida, early into wh now known as
Meteorological-Winter. Actual seasons begin approximately three weeks
into the months of December for winter, March for spring, June for
summer, and September for autumn. However, another new-normal has
struck along with the male and female equal opportunity naming storm
system, opposite things making stock markets react when those in
charge of the GAME wish to mislead the public and not believe in my
ICPE-APE-TECH difficulties, or nightmare may be a truer word, and on
and on I could go. NEW-NORMAL would be considered to be OLD-WEIRD by
anyone's definition, but who am I to freaking squawk like a J-Bird
Street Rockin' Robin? Now, what is called Meteorological Winter
merely advances those three weeks into those seasonal-change-months,
and brings things to the first day of those months. No matter how you
cut it all kind folks, winter is a word that develops a totally
different meaning and concept, in South central and south Florida. At
least I never drive in, or shovel the nice white stuff any more. I
only think about it when I see it on television, or when I think of
my my mom's brother's wife, my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUSE-JUMPING
HACK IS BEGINNING, FCC, FBI, ACLU, AND YES, I screwed up several
blogs ago and said the word LIOBERTY, and not UNION, for the ACLU and
was thinking of my liberties, OR LACK THERE OF, OF THEM, and must
have thought harder than I typed, and made the typo-error. I am so
sahwee, Mister Ambassador from 1941-Japan, or really, I guess we both
are, at level 4 and level 6! To quote Uncle
Stuart Huntington Mason, the hubby of Aunt Gerry Snow Mason, “Holy
smokes”!
COMPUTER
HACKING IS ON A MAJOR ROLL, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR. NOW
MY INTERNET EXPLORER STOPPED WORKING. THIS IS HAPPENING A LOT. THIS
IS ALSO WHY I DESPISE THESE DAM MONTHLY UPDATES BY MICROSUCKS
CORPORATION, AS THE ONE I GOT A FEW DAYS BACK NOW. SHIT WAS BAD
BEFORE, BUT THIS MADE SHIT MUCH STINKIER AND WORSE, YO!!! To quote my
father, and Dawn-Marie King, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, and to quote even
further, just the great Mizz DMK, “This is getting on my last
nerve”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In case you may be at all interested that is,
Fort Pierce local, County, and State of Florida Computer-Crimes
Units. WO THAT, Mister Harner.
'WO-WIZ-ME'
and 'WO-THAT'; huh Barber Shop Billy? Aniwho folks, this is
the eleventh day in December, and it is a warm and high humidity day.
Yesterday while out on my local errand, I was very jot and sweated
like a dam pig, quite dam profusely. Glad I was out yesterday and
not today, as it is warmer today than yesterday. Either way, I am
going to have to contact my dam ass HMO Insurance peeps, the Welcare,
as they won't be accepting Walgreen Pharmacy into their network of
covered PART-D for costs of medications after 2016 comes roaring in
soon. My mom and many older peeps are now just like I am and have
been for some time. Older mother fucking peeps have an aversion to
life being shaken up with constant change. Even young athlete runner
of days gone by, mister Steve Prefontaine had problems, that the
later to be NIKE-COACH said to him about, according to the movie at
least, “You have a resistance to change”.
This
blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth,
in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are
reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is
being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my
head, only names like Hollywood's great 'Emmit-88', Steve Hawking the
great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor Carl
Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity, is by
no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too
astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in
combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the
autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped under
Stockholm Syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible and
powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert
McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he
foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified
as non-doctored by federal agents, DON'T LIE. I am quite confident
this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO,
investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight this,
any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken was top
dog in the early sixties. This blog is also for the very few, perhaps
one or two dozen on Planet Earth, in my time year 2015, and also
2016, and also any dam year that the calendar may reflect to you
while you gaze at it, and then onto these words. WO! Have I come any
further ahead since July 28, 2011? What do you think, kind people?
Looks more like I began life at my top end, and it has been doing
nothing the entire time, other than slip sliding away. You
know, you old farts out here like me;
you're think you're riding down the dam highway, and all the time
you're just slip-sliding away, like I-95
in January, up in Maine, on most days.
You
all have a nice day now. I always have nothing
but shit days; but maybe I need to just fucking store
myself high in
transport. And if I do this; I need to
always be sure to get permission from the KING to fornicate, you
know, Fornication Upon
Consent of King.
Peeps, all dam things have their origins, and where there is smoke in
this world, it is a rare cold day in HELL, when there is no fire some
place!!! Kiddies, if you're up here when you shouldn't be, DO NOT ask
your history teachers if they know stuff like this. You may get
detention, and I may get the great Sheriff paying me a visit here at
another public housing drop-by, after the Thankx-2-Givens
Chow-Down!!!!!!!!
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The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000
I
talked about the BUM CLASSIFICATION. Watch out once I am
dead and gone. I really pity those who are in unregistered contact,
huh mizz J. Planecrash Ghostseer Hewett????? Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, if you please!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an
old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about
a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a
little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was
contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to
Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows
were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a
translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. ©
Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where
Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative's
homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the
situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not
destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20
years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add,
20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS
make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great
television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as
in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and
the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was
changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people.
Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the
breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY
HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking
ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny
bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign
part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would
change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and
gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he
said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it
recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him,
and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He
supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you
got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all
of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in
good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF
COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
The
Bum Classification
Now
I must log off, so that I may go to the great powerful Mickey-Dee,
and deliver a very special flower to a dead
man, named Frank Callio, or maybe just
drive up Interstate-95, to NYC, NYUSAESMWG, and try and fine this
elusive non-butterfly-Audition & Repertoire person, as per
my fatal heart attack experience, the day following Christmas, around
5 AM; where I saw the Almighty PINK-GODDESS,
drive into the Cifaloglio transfer station;
and then began to talk to her, in my
Astral-Body of course. Talk about not needing to use the
great marvelous wonderful FASCITAR. It truly was warmer over on that
other side of the warehouse, lovely SARAH KRASSLE, queen of the
light, and the Microsoft lightHOUSE system, as would be, all
great elusive pink Atlantic Queens, everywhere, huh Bob
McDowell, at Arm Wrestlers Gate, up in Haddonfield, New Jersey, late
in the autumn of 1972, YO????????????
Folks;
how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away
you're maybe thinking, “Christ, he's not going to talk about his
daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass
repressed memories”? No I'm not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
Folks;
between being thrown off of my life-long medication by agenda enemies
and political puppets of the billionaire's who all hate me and are
jealous of my potential, and scary wacky rotten mechanics like Texaco
Jerry from Berryville, early in 1984; all I can say is that I have
been successfully TRUMPED, murdered, and massacred. But this is all
yesterday;s mother fuckign news, and I am fully aware of that, kind
folks, YO. But then, if we add WAYV, WFMU, Exploratron Patty-Paula,
and Halloween parties from Tricky-Teet-Teet Plank; now we get to shit
that is beyond what even the great MUFON peeps can help us with. The
real power lies with the world owners/controllers, or for short, the
WOMO. But then; that is all, even older news, from yesteryear's.
Labels:
DYING
DECLARATION,
DYING
UTTERANCES,
MAJOR
BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING,
NABES
FROM HELL,
ROTTEN
ROACH NABES,
VIOLATION
OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS NOT TO BE PERSECUTED AND OPPRESSED
They
cannot deny my claims and my life. But even when letters are written
to top people from these fairly important folks in their own right,
they go ignored and unanswered, be it the letter to the Admiral by
Congressman Andrew's assistant's, be it Ron Wirtz Senior at the
Camden County Prosecutor's Office trying to secure some real help for
me, and this list could be typed on for hours on end, I promise you
all. What needs to happen in all cases, is that experts must come
together, study, and eventually agree on things, or else, forget it;
just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of law, and
how Trump has used this against me, to catapult his life into what it
is today, by a magical force that no one could ever fucking truly
deny, yet I would not be legally permitted to introduce unaccepted by
experts, evidence; such as this technology, and how it indeed is used
against me, and probably even now; many others also, who are blinded
by present day blissful willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my
point here, Professor Kaku, from someone who appreciates your mind
and intellect, and is one of your biggest fans from cable TV channels
such as Science and History, and others; Public Broadcast, and on and
on; is that only
you will recognize my valid point here sir.
Their
needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half
psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group,
call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I
KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in
my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are
not some mentally ill delusion!
Another
problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG
SHOTS.
I
believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that
the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these
things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really
help in all of this; but she called this, the
“Mister Big Shot Syndrome”.
You
don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and not
anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd dam
tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things
will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and me little
peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to
protect the BIG SHOTS,
which can translate to two items right off the bat, any large
celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in the
Billionaire bracket!!! Most
of these problems are more often caused by conditions other than
colorectal cancer, such as infection, hemorrhoids, irritable bowel
syndrome, or inflammatory bowel disease. Still, if you have any of
these problems, it's important to see your doctor right away so the
cause can be found and treated, if needed.
Last Medical Review: 10/15/2014
Last Revised: 08/13/2015
http://www.cancer.org/cancer/colonandrectumcancer/detailedguide/colorectal-cancer-signs-and-symptoms
AT
1:00 P.M. AGAIN,
EXPLORATRON-PATTY-PAULA
and her gang, just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it
is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808
too. I
COULD USE HELP, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AS THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING
VIOLATION OF MY DAM CIVIL LIBERTIES, KIND SIR, AND YOU KNOW THIS IS
TRUE DEEP DOWN INSIDE, BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON; MY
BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOOOF,
MEOW-MEOW, and MERRY MERRY Christmas; great
BLOGAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously we have to begin
with Control+F since the statistic is begging for it. Control+F, or
Command+F on a Mac, is the keyboard shortcut for the Find command. If
you're in a web browser and want to search text on a web page,
pressing Control+F will bring up a search box. Just type in that
search box and it'll locate the text you're typing on the page.
Control+F may work in other applications, too, when you need to find
something. For example, Microsoft Word and other word processing
applications use this keyboard shortcut.
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That
night, watching
those Star Trek shows,
while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA,
Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL
truck
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the
television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and
Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1
episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I
was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”.
All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass
ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian
blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE
TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'',
and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have
been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon,
for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange
rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the
multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!!
Also
folks, there is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and
the movie,
“THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think.
But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this
thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of
reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare
time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and
sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME,
far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister
Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate
for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting
on some of you without your awareness to it,
so that it will begin with you, as
soon as I kick the Christ off.
You
can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And
folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or
someone who you know and love will be targeted.
Maybe
I'll be found here!
OH
STEVE; EXPLORATRON PATTY-PAULA IS GOING TO BUST YOUR ARM INTO
DOG-SHIT, YO!!!
So
I guess I was next; huh lovely Keisha-99???
Now
do not get me wrong. Keisha was a gorgeous girl who resembled a
young teen version of Jennifer Hudson. She had the physical
strength of three oxes, a bull, and two androids, and I am not
referring to telephones or technology. As the Disney crew who
later went onto tease me and my busted arm early in the next
century and shortly after my fracture-pop, and her lovely name was
Loca, not LOIS-FOCA, but still interesting, but anyway, and I
just wanted it out there, that if I had it to do again, I would
found a way to take her to Washington, DC, where the legal age for
all girls is thirteen, an dis one of the best dam kept secrets in
th enation. I only learned this through the great ROY!
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I
love the number 5, and I despise the number 1.
Not on a singular level that is, but
when strings of them all come together.
This is all because I
used to keep charts on my life, with the number 1 being the worst
rating on various life parameters, and the number 5 being the best
rating.
After
August 15, 1986,
you'd have had to mother fuckiGN been there folks, to see it; as my
telling it is empty and devoid of the bottomless feeling in your
guts, to suddenly visualizing
your entire life for unknown reasons,
turn more upside down and inside out, than
all the dam Diana Ross records put together at full volume, and
giving their instinctive
love,
all at the same time; along with chains reacting to it, as well as
baby carriages, all rolling magically on their own steam, and chasing
you; along with a warehouse of vacuum cleaners, in the empty darkness
of hell. Then that horrible god dam fucking witch, Mizz Fonda came
along in the spring time of 1993 at that Georgia baseball park, and
she and her hubby Mister Ted Turner, thought it was amusing to have
the large digital clock suddenly zoomed into at exactly
eleven-eleven, right into my TV set and me, back in Gibbsboro,
fucking New Jersey. Screw them, huh Mister Raymundo and your pal who
visited me at Griffin Pipe Company. There is nothing amusing about
torturing a soul who is already living in hell fire cubers, JANE, you
miserable rotten fuckiGN whore, and I don't care how strong those big
muscles of yours are, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir/ma'am; there
I am with pages and pages of dates and then rows of numbers.
Sure, before that horrendous date we all know and hate or that I do
anyway, August
15, 1986;
there were ones on those charts, but suddenly, POOF,
the entire pages were nothing but ONES, ONES, ONES,
it
was straight out of the mother fuckiGN twat huffing twilight zone
show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that whore thought my hell was funny, she
and hubby dirt bag Teddy, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO, YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y'all
try and have yourselves a nice day now, folks.
END
TRANSMISSION.
More
funny tricks; Mister Mechanic?????
There
also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in
Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from
one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but
still, Briscoe, I
wish you were my personal fucking detective,
Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano
»
And
a bigger offender to me personally, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers
Point, New Jersey, and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year
before that, Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker gang committed
unspeakable acts also. But the powers they have is a subject for a
brand new expanded level, that I can only hope to touch on about a
millionth of a percent tonight, YO!
I
enjoyed watching the H-2 Channel tonight, December Tenth, 2015,
Thursday nightMARES and yes Microsoft, that is so true; but for now,
let's stick with Thursday night, shall we, YO?
After
viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about
the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite
my absolutely not believing in this,
or shall I say, on
its face value
of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya),
as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient,
along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings,
covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so
far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and
labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I
believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even
sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and
if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know
that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what
they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to
do so; JUST
AS ALL OF YOU DO,
when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote
only what I have named this, ESS.
All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the death angel is going past me
on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks,
agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my
family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way
every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me,
Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and
they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not
unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows. It's
fuckiGN disgusting, just how accurate all of this information,
depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life,
and yet when this new shit is
added into the mix of enlightenment;
things
fuckiGN clear up for me at warp fucking speed,
my fiends and my friends out here, YO!
Now
some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I
do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education,
and they threw you into special education way back in the end of
1968, an deven before that in the school year of September 1965
through June 1966, they
threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey
Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey!
Well,
you would be right.
I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild
and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up
around 1972 and into 1973, as
I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL.
I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do
know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have
the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just
what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of
the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly?
Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just
shut up like none of this mother fuckign unfathomable shit ever went
down around me, YO?
Yes
lads and lassies; this
was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally
entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL
Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU;
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in
the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that
videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along
with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one
being the one called, “Where
No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?
The
great United States Copyright Office, when they put the order of my
musical projects together on their web-page, can you folks honestly
believe that number
14 and 15,
are not just exactly the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet,
that I indeed did write, back in the 1996 year, as was spoken of by
Gary Mitchell on that Star Trek show; for my PINK
GODDESS,
ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!
The odds that so many of these venetian blind 'Sarah Kessle' things
are not proof of a 'beyond this world human connection', would be far
beyond all the powerball lottery jackpot odds all combined, and then
even more!
NOT
YET
THE ENDANGERING, OR THE END!!!!
AMP-----CEMB-----CHAPTER
23
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano
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JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it
all really begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano
»
DECEMBER
ELEVEN, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 3:39,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 64 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-68/L-64).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%. WIND CHILL IS 64 .
WIND
IS STEADY-N AT 3.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
MOUNTAINPEN
AND SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA
Yes
I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!
I
said to myself, “Mark
you
fuckiGN asshole;
you're just wasting your time, with
your dam ass magnetics this bad!
AHA-AHA-AHA,
and fuck the dam world, at C-SQ!
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CEMB---AMP---CHAPTER
21
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
The
planet has totally changed, Wesley Crusher. It would be nice if you
were out there, both as the actor,and the PHASE-4 character, so we
could relate, because my pal, I am now you, on that fuckiGN ship,
watching them all trapped unknowingly in their dam pitiful game,
clueless as Mister Gravigain himself. Merry; you and your friends
want to know why it all happened, and more about the invention. Well,
in the world I grew up in, that would involve a little bit more than
this mechanized shell game between us, but I will accept on your
terms, that you want to know some stuff. Fine. I will tell you what
you wish to know, and congratulations with your life, and I hope it
is all you want it to be. As for why he visited me at the health
club, I honestly do not know. You know him somewhat better than I do.
This machine uses compressed gasses, gravity which is really mind
trapped in hyperspace and trying to get back into its truer plank,
and it also is electromagnetic. Simply put, until it wears out from
lots of use, it is an extremely efficient energy generator, putting
out two times what it began with, because it takes advantage of
forces around us that do this all the time. He never brought the
model into Haddonwood if that answers anything for you, and he never
told me where he lives, you did that whether you know it or not, two
years after I lost saw him at the pool. I know you did this, as I
never ever thought of you or anyone in that industry, as I only get
depressed thinking about this, and why would I want to get depressed,
it is not rational, right?
Now
you and your friends can do whatever it is, and I will play along.
They are all wasting their time and effort, you know, and I even told
them all this in 1982 on my song that should have been copyrighted in
Sleepy Hollow!
I
was not going to do any more online activity but when I saw the Pink
Goddess Plural Club in action, I couldn't refuse to begin my
communications with an answer to a question. I know how much I
despise it when I ask something, and the whole dam world sits there
ignoring simple requests, and I was raised on the dam Golden-Rule of
doing unto others the way you would hope for others to do to us, we
all know it, and few practice it worth a shit!!!
Life
really is a silly old dog, and again, three cheers for Mister John
Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of New York county, in
Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO. HEY
GREAT FOLKS OUT HERE; you are now reading CHAPTER 21, and
WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, can you blame people, when I have done
so much dam technical no-no stuff in my life? I was going to say, hey
did you ever hear of telephones? But I know better. Who can trust me,
even if I say I would never risk going to jail, and they all want to
put me there, so I would never ever mess with shit like that, but can
they be sure of that 100%? Oh well, what is your take on all of this
new world CRUSHER-GAME, old buddy ex-FCC-boss-man, R.-McD?????????
Oh
well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL
treatment, huh
Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must
be in with the fawces,
to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey.
Oh
well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL
treatment, huh
Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must
be in with the fawces,
to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey.
Oh
well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL
treatment, huh
Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must
be in with the fawces,
to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey.
Oh
well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL
treatment, huh
Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must
be in with the fawces,
to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey.
Well,
Donna, if you can hear me or read me up there at World Laboratories,
tell them all I cannot get back, and will be repeating this horrible
fuckiGN death loop most likely for another 8,000 years, and then
another, and another. And tell Merry, if she doesn't already hear
this message, that I never meant to do anything other than apologize
for my rotten family's behavior. Oh well, I will now say-Levy, in
France, out of France, or anywhere the mighty Pink Goddess wants me
to say it, because for those who never went past the dam sixth grade,
all that means in English is, “THAT'S
LIFE”!!!!!!
DECEMBER
9, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:36,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H78-/L-66).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%. WIND CHILL IS 66.
WIND
IS NEGLIGIBLE.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0006.
My
fucking enemies screwed
up my spell checker again;
Federal Communications Commission, and Federal Bureau of
Investigation, and American Civil Rights Union. I booted off and on
again, and it is restored, so HA-HA-HA, MIKE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
MCNULTY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, but yesterday as well, same thing was happening,
really strange noises, not real loud, are heard all around me. Very
powerful and weird new computer hacks are happening and have been
from the second that I turned on this fucking computer, also, good
people. I want that on the record, old friend from 1972 in Dan
Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all other
authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and ensure
my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! This is probably
going to be one of these real bad days, folks, and my stomach muscles
are all tensed up and ready for Mister Houdini's death punch of
retaliation. Yes this all started at 7:50 AM on this eleventh day in
March, give or take a few minutes. Less than an hour away, is thew
middle or second third of the third month. Towards the end, or start
points, of anything possibly divided up, I have observed with
meticulous precision, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, loves to start
picking the fuck on me, during these two parts of stuff. It has a
modus operandi, and it is very mathematical. I
call it magnetic percentage technology
and have, since about 1984; but let us go back now, and speak about
both exploratrons, as well as 1984; when these things were really
getting going, both in my life, and also, in the general population
of our entire race of life in this particular atomic universe.
It
fascinates me to no end, that my kid is so interested in the HG
version of my Infinispin, that I had told him about at the swimming
pool. What I would love to know more than anything, is why my mom and
your mom did all that stuff at the office, involving the tapes from
the Fascitar people, as well as Steve and Santa, and the biggest of
all, why all that YOYO'ing around, other than for the time in G.
City? If you would tell me that; I would do just exactly what my song
lyrics in 1983 promised a higher part of you that lives in a great
city of colorful giant phosphorescent gemstones on mega hundred story
skyscrapers. I now know where to go for any messages you may wish to
leave me, in this wild Wes Crusher Game of Pink-Treks!
What
folks do not know or understand, is anything about the ESS.
This
is not a bunch of aliens from distant expansion points that access
wormholes or any other silliness.
This is all EXPLORATRONS
of the TYPE-3 advanced section,
and nothing is being done for good or for bad, but merely all is a
huge GAME, and this is to distract those who know, that there is no
way to ever reach oblivion, ''NIRVANA''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY
NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR
recurring nightmare school, THAT WAS
FINALLY FOUND WHILE
I WAS KINDNAPPED BY THE
MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EMINENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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And
if I know so much about what DREAMS really are, then why have I not
as of yet chosen to discuss the topic of what causes the serial and
recurring and dream within dreams, dreams, you may be all wondering
right about now, so allow me please to tell you the answer. I will do
my very best, so here goes, good folks,
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rigsby's
dad, in that great television show called, ''The Mentalist'', saw his
son burning his entire stash of illegal cigarets, and said to him,
''Did you burn my whole stash boy'', and the CBI Agent Rigsby said
right back to him, ''YIP''.
But last night, my wild hyperspace adventures in the police station,
began with me trying to sell the police officers on getting some
really weird new bright blue colored coffee mugs. Then things got so
dam off the wall, that even Roy's great Gravigain Hypertronic
Infinispin would not solve the equation for any of us, in 1997, or
any other year of those two millenniums, then, or
now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WO, Billy Harner, of Pine Hill, New
Jersey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!! And screw fuckiGN all of you monsters.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where
did it all really begin?
Nearby Offender: Thomas
Giordano »
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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White
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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6'0
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Brown
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Weight
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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More Nearby Offenders
Nearby Schools
0.78 Miles Away
0.95 Miles Away
1.00 Miles Away
1.00 Miles Away
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
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W---O---W
W---O---W
JANE
SLUTBAG THISTLETHORNS
JUST MOTHER FUCKING GOT AT ME, WITH ELEVEN- ELEVEN POST MERIDIAN; SO
HERE IS MY GOD DAM FUCKING COMPENSATION,
YO!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
IT'S
A DAM DOGS LIFE, YO, OR WORSE!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW!!!
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO!!! Scylla Goddess, SHE IS.
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Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send
these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of
paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was
valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am
giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying,
“screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even
the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The
final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies
were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some
other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only
one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and
shit.
RUST
IN PISS, MOUNTAINPEN.
THANK
YOU, I WOULD HOPE TO SOON!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
THE
END, ADORABLE SAVANTS EVERYWHERE!!!
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