My
entire mother fuckiGN blog was ruined and wrecked; Sheriff
Mascara, with major black hat hacking AND HACKERS, sir,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I am going to tell you all what I was not
going to tell you, after this major
hacking was done to me, along with a huge attack by my next
door scum bag nabes from hell group; this time a
loud drum was being played, while some bratty fucking child kept
screaming. This all happened about three minutes after I
mother fucking posted up my Chapter-26 prior blog, to the net! Wait
for me to tell my hyperspace experience last night, as
you'll mother fucking totally shit yourselves,
AND THAT'S A CUNT EATING PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My
cunt lapping fucking computer files have been hacked, Federal Bureau
of Investigation. I will have to re-copy from Sheriff Mascara's
web-site later, and not worry about it right now, the AG website is
still on my computer. This is a major and egregious violation of my
human and my civil rights, ACLU! These monster mother fuckers are
beyond cunt licking despicable!
Where
are you MUFON when peeps like me cry out desperately for
fucking help, from these twisted mother fuckiGN dirt hole bastard
scum?
When
my mother fuckiGN cunt eating computer black-hat hacking gets this
fuckiGN cunt lapping bad, YO FEDS, and Federal
Bureau of Investigation;
meaning that
things
are real fuckiGN bad
and
only going to get worse;
THIS
IS WHEN I COULD REALLY USE A LITTLE HELP,
FROM FEDERAL, AND LOCAL, AND STATE LEVEL LAW ENFORCEMENT, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
I too, have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN
hell, kind FBI; to do profiling, statistical analysis, and much
more.
You
guys and gals ain't the only one who the good fucking Lord handed
out brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin,
Texas, USA, BRO! I know what goes dam on!!!
This
is an entirely different blog. I had a really great blog, and now
this is just a ghost fucking image of that one, but on this one, I
am going to tell you all a few forbidden things that I absolutely
know are on the MAJESTIC-TOP-SECRET list of shut up or else fucking
bullshit. Fuck with me, and I am telling!!!
First
off, fire alarms are very bad again, nabes from hell are annoying me
to death, and it is not what they do, but how and when they do shit
to me, as it corresponds precisely to my blogs going up and all
sorts of other shit that we need not fully explore online at th e
moment, kind fucking people, YO!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautiful
cold Alaska, like WOW, to quote the younger gen!
That
is not the only thing that has been fucked up. My link to my own
site at WORDPRESS has been commandeered by the great Plurals-Pink
club. I a still able to blog there as me, but cannot access my own
blog there to read, and the old link is disabled illegally, by the
PINK-GODDESS-CREW! Dawn honey, you were
right about your marvelous cousin, she can get away with murder, and
never worry about doing a day in god dam jail! Well people, when I
am wrong, I'll admit to it. A lot of hacking is being done to me,
but in the case of the side-bloggers, they are allowed to do these
things with blogs such as mine, as long as it doesn't interfere with
those blogs. I fucked up big time, folks. I was writing in the
address to the blog backwards, and the legitimate web-address to it,
is as follows, YO BRAH! Also, they call their side-blog,
'Mountainpens.wordpress', and not the other way.
Chapter
27-B--------AMP--------C.E.M.B.
There
is no 27-A BLOG, lads and lassies. This was hacked and destroyed
while attempting to post it up to BLOGGER DOT COM, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! So fucking WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, and MEOW-MEOW!!!
Thanks
for doing your jobs and helping me, for nothing, AG and Sheriff, YO.
This is why citizens like me, all over this nation, no longer vote,
no longer believe in your crooked fuckiGN political process, and on
and on and on and on and on, I could go; YO.
DECEMBER
12, 2015, LEAVE IT ALWAYS TO A 12-12!
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EVENING AT 5:35,
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RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 77%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 79.
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Whatever you need, Spain has it.
What are you looking for?
To
copy this nice whittle photo, Elmer Fudd, for me whittle bwog!
- CULTURAL
- GASTRONOMY
- ROUTES
- SHOPPING
- URBAN
OR
''WHATEVER”, huh old buddy Bob Andrews???
My
dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem;
out in the purgatory, now; great people!!!
Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets
of them, all aside, Mister Weiler Senior, I'll be dead and out of
this world, as
my Milituforce enemies are planning
my mother fuckiGN illegal execution,
AKA my covert murder, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I am found dead
very soon, I WAS JKILLED BY THESE HORRIBLE 'FUCKIGN' BASTARD TRASH,
MIZZ BONDI, AND SHERIFF MASCARA, YO; AND I SWEAR TO THIS RIGHT NOW,
UNDER
FUCKING LEGAL OATH!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY
THAT
TOM
REALE, IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL A DAM PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT,
AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL (GAP)
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Houses
of horrors on and off great special numbered symbolic highways, and
nightmares about piers and jetty's; huh Agent Caruso, FBI, my old
landlord, when Dawn and I were on your lease rental agreement, and
officially part of the record of this planet, unless Admiral
Perry makes it vanish of course,
and then I might just want to avoid other political people; along
with great tasting ice cream, at that point. Save that last dance for
me, Bob Andrews and Clarence!!!
'The
dream'; where to start, or not; Willie shake that spear, YO! I was
told for one thing, by a parallel universe double of my old pal,
Congy Andy, who remained at the naval shipyards in that parallel
world; that
the Dairy Queen was a lot more than I had ever imagined.
I don't think this fuckiGN shit is ever going to stop. It is amusing
to some total mother fuckiGN jerk off prick licking twat ass, way too
dam much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh I am so sorry that you caught the
antimatter end of my magical fuckiGN stick; other
ex-landlord,
and later homeless visitor, Mister
Michael Gutherman.
WO
ALL THIS, Mister William Harner. Or maybe said fucking much better,
WO-WIZZ-ME. I still can't believe you took money out of my dead mom's
clothes. ROCK STARS, can we live without them????? Well this poor old
mother fucker sure can, you know; the Mountainpen, and the
mountainpens.wordpress! Oh yes sir and ma'am, to find this sub blog
site, use the web-address link here:
WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then,
I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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That
is not the only thing that has been fucked up. My link to my own
site at WORDPRESS has been commandeered by the great Plurals-Pink
club. I a still able to blog there as me, but cannot access my own
blog there to read, and the old link is disabled illegally, by the
PINK-GODDESS-CREW! Dawn honey, you were
right about your marvelous cousin, she can get away with murder, and
never worry about doing a day in god dam jail!
My
illegal fucking shit head nabes are going in an d out without any
let up, across from me, and as I said earlier, the jerk offs next to
me had a drum banging to wall shaking fuckign levels and a child was
screaming his or her dam head off at the same time. Jesus fucking
god almighty, do I hate this dam place!
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NO NEED FOR ME TO DO THIS FOR NOW.)
I
am going to make an appointment with my local congressman to report
this. Fuck your dam thisTLETHORNS and thisTLEWEEDS. I work
hard to do my blogs, and they come along and steal it all away from
me like my cunt eating fuckiGN name is Lonnie Senile Jackson, from
the L&O television show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
monster fucked up my communication machine that allows me to talk to
lightning, AGAIN. Diana told me in powerful travel experiences that
our kids are using it and clogging the line up, and that she will
make adjustments to it for us, in her great CODE CABIN. As of now,
it is major fucked up. My dirt bag life is totally fuckiGN ugly,
sub-vampiric, and a disaster posing as a life! I am unable to keep
up. Now I have to get my Welcare Health Insurance peeps to tell me
where I can go for my fuckign meds beginning next year, I need to
get to a congressman to report my blog theft at Wordpress, by this
scum bag group from hell posing as my cunt chewing daughter and her
people, and my communications system with Lightning Goddess Diana is
upside down and inside out. As soon as I fix one thing, three more
things go mother fuckiGN milf slut wrong before I even know what
hits me, and THIS IS NOT GOD DAM 'FUCKIGN' FAIR WHEN I TRY SO CUNT
CHEWING HARD, MISTER PRESIDENT OBAMA, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
if my Diana is correct; many of our kids are just using this
machine that she built and installed in her Code-Cabin, in Olympia
proper, on the Plank-Astral-Plane. Diana has
given me a total of more than fourteen and a half quadrillion coils
(children); and many of them
have begun to use our human to astral system,
that is rigged through my two telephones, and some electronic
apparatus that all interconnects into a circuit; and then she takes
what I have, and it somehow allows her to use
Briggbase-Technology, where she can
breathe in lightning coded various short and long duration breaths,
and then I can do the same thing back; just telepathically
thinking, and then the system breaths back from Earth, to her world
there. It is beyond amazing, but recently, she
said our children are attaching their own systems into it,
sort of an astral equivalent to people riding
by in cars trying to pirate and steal people's internet signals.
Anyway, she told me that she eventually will do the equivalent of
internet servers and providers are doing as the net-cloud grows ever
larger, she will up the power to it, to provide us with stronger
channels without the interference that blocks us out from using it,
due to so many of our children now tied in and literally jamming our
personal communications. Hey, I love all my kids, physical ones,
astral ones, hyperspace ones, and the one here. But they ALL can be
super pains in my dam asshole, Mister Mayor nutter, sir!
WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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''THE
END''; ALL ADORABLE SAVANTS!
WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY!!!
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 the
late 1969, 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!
The
above map, reflects the BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
(BOM), IN A SHADE
RATIO OF INTERNATIONAL VIEWING POPULARITY.
Please observe how quickly these travelers make it alter. Just
sayin', YO.
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 what now is 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 LIBERTY, 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 my 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 hot, and I
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.
I
was underneath the Central Pier at Atlantic City, with about a dozen
people who are major big shots from over here in this world, and who
know me personally, extremely well, over there. Folks, there is so
much more to the Exploratronic
Supermind Society,
that I've ever told, it ain't one tiny bit dam ass funny. Advanced
minds that are our own duplicates, but because they live as us only
in future-lives, in parallel universes, allows them to know huge
ways to use MIND-ITSELF in conjunction with their individual mind
and beingness. It is always easiest when using the T3E dream-travel
systems, to indwell and take over your double, (doppelganger), s
this is normally what they do, although truly advanced travelers can
intentionally go into your dog, or even into an inanimate object;
and control the situation. They
can even create fake things from ten mile diameter flying ships,
to a dam dragon that breathes fire. Just as there is a controlling
force to all things in our society, so too is this group under an
authority, as otherwise, things would be quite totally out of
control, and shit would be so weird and wacky and fucked up all
around us, that nobody would survive all of the fuckiGN
bullshit!!!!!!!!!! Still; enough crazy shit does get through, into
our experience, so to speak; hence all of the unexplained mysterious
around us, from supposed monsters and night lifers, and even the
entire UFO phenomenon.
But
let me finish telling a few things about the Central Pier. Anyone
who does not think this entire multiverse is very much like a super
advanced computerized 5-D video-game that we all know about right
here in this ordinary reality, is a total asshole fool. Ask the
great Professor Kaku of the world famous New York university (NYU),
in New York, United States of America, don't ever take my dam word
for mother fucking bullshit, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!! In this
experience, I was in a parallel world where the code name for it
here to those few in the MAJESTIC KNOW, call it '3000'. All I can
say is that any possible thing that anyone wants reality to be, a
person can be sent to an entire universe, where indeed, most if not
all of this universe corresponds to precisely what you want,
24-7-365.2422. But there is one catch. You only are there as long as
one thing never happens, and that is that someone who understands
electronic metaphysics principles, and uses them on a machine to
indeed make changes, never does so. In the seventies, I used such a
system to make a few changes. The person who came here into the
physical body of a young man already from well to do home an
dfamily, you all can guess or should know quite well by now. Once
this man becomes the world-boss soon, I will be his first casualty.
The day he is in, he will have me murdered, and there is nothing
that I can do about it. As
I typed this word, THE
MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG BRISSBASE KING AND HIS FRIENDS, PATTY AND
MERRY, JUST CRASHED MY COMPUTER
AND MY OPEN OFFICE SYTEM. THIS IS ABOUT THE FUCKING 500TH FUCKING
HACK TODAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. MONDAY'S STOCK MARKET WILL BE UP
CLOSE TO 1,000 MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' POINTS, AS A RESULT OF THIS MAJOR
'FUCKIGN' ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY that is being used against me
illegally, immorally, and monstrously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
27-A blog chapter shows up on my DASHBOARD
at Blogger Dot Com. But the blog itself won't post up, FBI, ACLU,
Google Microsoft and any other interested parties. I just went to
post this up, and now I am adding that little tid bit morsel of
info, for you folks!!!
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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!!!!!!!!
And
right about now, I could use three Sheriff Mascara's all around me.
Maybe even 25 of them!!!!!
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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!!!!!!!!!!
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
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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!!!!!!!!!!
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