GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 9
WOW,
as dam always, the joke is on me, Mister Hall; as
you knew all along, and that fellow you were chatting with
that day at the river, back around late in 1989 somewhere, maybe it
was the beginning of the dam nineties, who can remember? Not even the
dam Mountainpen. Still, would you believe some prick put a god dam
note under my god dam door, as with my new hurricane-door, a thin
piece of paper will slide underneath. It said, and I quote, “You
are more fulla shit than a Christmas goose, you old ugly stupid dam
fool, Mister Mark Mountainpen. If the stock market thing is really
real, you dam buttwipe, then why was it lower than ever, when you
claimed to be kidnapped by Dawn King and her family”? I am
quoting this white sheet of paper that has been cut down in half by a
crude object, like a ruler and not scissors, and was originally a
regular bond type page of white paper that was 11 by 8.5 inches.
Hey
Mizz or Mister KNOW-IT-ALL-2, as that job originally was
taken by wonderful baby-mama Mizz Hollister
Manynames, from Gloucester-Shark City, New Jersey, lovely
flu-shot-death Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, I told my big secret of
my, as those such in the L&O-SVU love to call it, my sexual
fetish, and how the only time in my entire life where I could expect
to receive a very steady supply of love-juice, was when the great
DMKI would stand in my face and shout at me. She is many things, an
done of them was my fantasy army drill sergeant. The problem in th
edam army is that you don't get gorgeous women slobbering all over
you, and you have to stand there and take it and man up while some
ugly fuckiGN male D.I., is puking all over your lips and face. Now if
she looked like Viqueen Mary-Lou, such as in that incredible cool
fucking Disney Movie, from a dozen or so years back, staring Hillary
Duff and her, and no, I forgot her name; but she is, and no pun
intended, the spitting image of lovely Mary-Loo, if you could add
about fifteen or more inches to her height, and quadruple her
physical beauty; but the features are precise other than for this.
All joking aside, I cannot believe someone just pulled a mother
fuckiGN Roger Carey on me early this morning. I thought I heard a dam
door next to my far brick wall, and that door is the escape door to
the stairway, and the one way out exit at the ground level, that
takes you out of the gated building, but still within the perimeter
of those gates; not to get my wonderful dam daughter all up tight or
excited, back in 1972, at her fence line, up in Suffolk dam County.
DECEMBER
20,
2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING
AT 3:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 69
DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-69/L-68).
HOT
AGAIN SOON!
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%,
AND IT FEELS LIKE 69.
WIND
IS ENE
AT 7,
WITH GUSTING TO 17.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
COUNTY
SMALL CRAFT ADVISORIES CANCELLED LATE YESTERDAY, BY TWB
There
are so many Planet Earth's. No million Einsteins could begin to even
grasp the number amount. But they don't lie out in distant points in
the expansion around us, (outer-space) but rather in varying atomic
hyperspace matter-signatures of atomic vibrations. Each universe is
made up of matter that once was all just energy, and they all come
from the same void and the same plank realm. Only after things grow
out beyond plank, does all of the universe not only expand in area
and in movement-time, but also, in thickness of atomic vibration,
where countless parallel universes are all blown out into a fifth
dimensional hyperspace, and all of us just live physically, in our
waking lives; in one of these virtually countless ones of the fifth
dimensional multiverse. As the lawtronic program, in the seventh
dimension, creates the entire multiverse, so as to make one planet
with connectiveness to this program (sentient life from carbon type
beings or homosapiens), in each one of these parallel realms, built
into this 'program' if you will let me use that word, is the
curvature of awareness and knowledge, in a ratio of each one of them
to all of the rest of them. I was just SORIAN-18-GUARDHOUSE-HACKED.
I typed the word RATIO,
and instantly my eye caught it growing a mother fuckign 'N' at the
end of the word, switching it to the word of RATION.
The New Jersey political team know what is being said with all of
this, and so does the great powerful dam Copyright Office, and the
examiners who decided to keep their dam jobs, and piss of Ed Green
and myself. I am getting fucking hacked again, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, and
had a three second freeze up while I was typing, for no reason.
Nothing loaded up underneath my word-office window, as I checked to
see. But the little line froze up and I had to click the mouse and
then hit the space bar, and risk a crash, as these hackers have lots
of mother fuckiGN viruses and illegal worms in this program, and it
crashes when I do any sort of thing such as try and change th eword
of si
to the word of is,
so I just let it stay on the page, with the red squiggly fucking
error-signal lines; so as not to be fucking cunt crashed. Let me
begin to discuss the magic-triangle, and along comes the MIB-SQUAD;
huh Detective L&O-SVU,
John Mountainpen Munch?
So
let me get down to brass tacks and other major big time
Keisha-ouch's. I opened up the doorway a crack or two or three, the
other day, about this curvature of knowledge in the multiverse. It is
a very intricate complicated topic, and I could never hope to crack
into too much of it right now, but I am going to lead you all now,
further in, past the door, and down a hallway or two. There is always
other times, and there will be other blogs, Sarah Krassle willing.
This
fuckiGN cunt chewing bastard ass SPACER-HACK attack, FBI, ACLU, and
FCC, is really on my turd sniffing ''fucking last nerve''; delicious
wet Dawn-Marie.
I never catch all of it, but I spend the vast majority of my blogging
time, seeing and correcting what I do indeed deal with. Until I
remember to proof-read before posting my material, it will go on
happening, because I am dealing with mother fuckign total jerked off
lobotomized super fuckiGN assholes!!!
Now
folks, back to the point for this blog; the curvature of knowledge in
the multiverse, and the ratios of each universe to each other; based
on this very item. All universes are not the same, because many
things begin to separate between them, as each smallest atomic
movement vibration, that runs this program seventh dimensionally,
continues ticking along. But this just opens up the door to a larger
item that causes even greater separations of the individual
universes, as more and more time elapses, after the plank blew out
into all of this vast hyperspace. The faster things change, the
faster dreams continue to escape from the zero dimensional void into
the plank realm, and the faster the plank realm as well, blasts out
into the hyperspace that is all of this all around us, not just here,
but in all of the countless parallel universes too. It is like a
freight train running wild, with broken breaks, and unlimited
gravity, and riding along an indestructible railroad track system.
This
is why each universe appears to be expanding faster and faster,
but that is way more intricate than just this one secret truth being
told by me right now, so forget all that for now, Professor Kaku and
others. The fabric that holds everything inside this huge fifth
dimension, STM (Space-Time-Mind) is not only changing faster and
faster, by its very own inherent quality of beginning with small, and
growing big, but also growing in time and hyperspace, and thus it has
to get bigger in not only 3, or 4, but all five dimensions; just like
if you were to keep blowing up a large balloon, and watching it grow,
and grow, and grow, bigger and bigger. We could go on and on here,
and it gets beyond fascinating, from what I remember from what some
mortals here label as my future life late into the twenty-third
century, as Labber-Zeegins, working at the World Laboratories, of
Westmont, New Jersey, only that is what that are is called today, and
later on, it will not be called by that town name, or state name. The
entire world is a huge laboratory, controlled by very powerful
science persons, much like current day politicians, only they do run
the world in and with quite a bit more humanitarian operations and
regulations. Now let me get back to this curvature deal, and try
wording it as fourth grade as I can.
By
the very nature of each world moving in its own direction; no two
things are ever going to happen exactly alike; not even in the same
closest of parallel worlds. The way this is measured, by the World
Laboratories people,
and to my best recollection of this, from working there, and living
in that time, around 2280; would go like this, in simple terms. Just
as they have discovered over seven and a half trillion planets in
more than eight hundred thousand galaxies besides our own Milky Way
Galaxy, and yet, not one of them has life nor can support life, nor
any of their moons, totaling just under a half quadrillion of them.
Yes, I have a powerful memory that no life was found, but of course,
colonies are constructed out of asteroids and small
protoplanetary-colonies are formed, and seeded, after a biosphere is
also created, and in my day, we had a total of 347 of them, all
between three and five hundred and twenty four light years away from
our Planet Earth. This is done by literally sending pieces of these
pro-tops
as they're called, through magnetic energy fields that have working
velocitron technologies, and directly powered by unfathomably large
solar amplification mirrors, that can be built on monster sized space
stations, that put out more power than anyone can even start to
imagine, and safely. But all that is not my point. In this time where
I am Labber Zeegins, I do remember a cataloging system for parallel
universes, and it was measured somewhat as follows. Through
complicated measurements, the hyperspace that you have heard me refer
to as localized,
medium,
and distant,
relative to our position, is indeed used, only it is numbered as one,
two, and three, with one being the localized areas and three being
distant. In each of these three categories of grouped parallels, that
number into inconceivable mathematical exponential digitation, after
one of those categories is selected, they are then broken down in
tenths of one percent, or in groups that are by one-thousands, most
closest as well as most distant within their sub-grouping. The first
number is th e1, 2, or 3. Then the second number after a dash, is a
grouping of 1000 of the closest to our own, and even with technology
that is zero-dimensional, totally inconceivable in this time period,
they still need to carefully examine all of these variables and
intricacies that alter faster and faster, forever. But just to get
the door open, looking at parallel worlds, they go the number of
1,2,3 and then a number from 000-999. This merely opens the tiniest
beginning of the study. Later I will try and explain a few simple
methods that super advanced high-tech allows us as humans to examine
the rapidly growing multiverse, and begin by studying the three
groups of localized, medium, and distant parts of the total
hyperspace. Remember that this
is not a distance or a time, but a distance, a time, and a fifth
dimensional ingredient known as
atomic
lock vibration interval signature science,
for short, ALVISS;
and this of course is pronounced quite easily, almost like the famous
high pitched musical chipmunk.
Now
allof this and much more, is step one, out of a zillion steps in th
estudy of hyper space towel seepage effects, caused continually, as
we all dream,a nd interact, most of the time, without our doing
anything by our own will. The danger of course is when those who know
how to make that work for their own agendas and many times,
wickedness; problems that no one on Earth could even begin to ''dream
about'', begin to not only happen, but again, it spirals into what I
jokingly refer to as the dark-energy-spiraling-effect of the ESS, or
the DESEESS, again quite easily pronounceable. But a real quick
lesson on curvature of hyperspace based on knowledge and or
advancements, goes as follows, kind folks. Even if the only part of
two parallel worlds that differ, is time; that is more than
sufficient to begin at any point, to see how those worlds are going
to widen and separate more and more from each other, and quicker and
quicker, endlessly. This is so easy for me to draw you a word picture
example here. If we went back to the year 116, nineteen-hundred years
ago, and remained there, changes there in a ratio to changes here,
would be beyond any writer or author or blogger of anything, to begin
to describe it. If a particular issue is being scrutinized by the
science-community of those times at World Labs for example, say if
Mark Mohr worked at the RPL Sound Studio from the end of July of 1979
through middle March of 1981, they find in my world that I indeed did
do that. Then they grab the closest atomic 1000, and then the next
and the next, or as they catalog it 1-000-, 1-001, 1-002, and so
forth. Each thousand grouping worlds and realities in localized (1)
hyperspace, is viewed and scanned and given an item percentage, hence
if in that first number above, I worked there 99.99999985 percent of
those worlds, in an averaged out equation after many trillions and
trillions of groupings are done, and in the second number, in the
moving average of those countless trillions, I worked there from
those exact dates 99.999999847% rounded off, and in the third number
grouping of 1-003, I worked there only 99.999999792% rounded off,
then this is the Curve of Altering Hyper Space, or the CAHS,
pronounced
KAHHS, as in the sound of the word of ''curse'', only the doctor has
that stick in your mouth, and tells you to say 'AHH'! Now back to
this quick lesson on the curvature of carbon intellect progression,
in the hyperspace. After thousands of various items are all scanned,
and placed into this equation, just as this one item in the example
of me working at a particular job and at a particular time, then a
mathematical curve of combined items, or an MCCI,
can be plotted that actually shows more and more accuracies in which
universes are staying more localized, more in-between, and more
distant; not just in those major groupings themselves, but also,
within small clustering groups within the groups. But without having
access to a future zero-dimensional tech, the largest computers times
a billion would be play toys, and never be able to solve this curving
equation of the hyperspace. There is a million more items that I wish
to tie in to all of this, and I will, as time keeps moving on, as it
always does. The
real fun is measurements of towel-seepage.
A nasty fuckiGN death angel attack is on me, at 4:49 Ante' Meridian,
on my left dam side, for the record. One must remember that I have
powerful forbidden secrets for someone of my time period, being a
dream-traveler, or I'll be bold enough to say a part time type-3
exploratron. This is why I get the death angel around me a lot, and I
am sure, for other reasons too. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey,
this was no tweet-blog, folks. But, hopefully you find some of what I
discuss, interesting at least a little bit. If not, well, then there
are other blogs out there. I used to hope real people read me who
would tell friends who would tell friends, but that is just not the
way of the world any more in these totally screwed up times!
Last
night I had a beautiful dream that I was in the electric chair, and I
had talked someone into pulling the switch, so I could be with my
lightning forever. Then I heard her giggle at me, and she said,
“Ricky, you're always right here with me, all that is going to do
is to end your silly little dream that you're having”! Then I felt
her lovely current and I died, and I found myself right in her lovely
blond arms. Like WOW, even I have good dam dreams every few hundred
years or so, YO!
In
any event, it is 5 in the dam morning, and way past my bedtime. If I
want to get up and enjoy a nice din-din with Betty Roaches Davis,
then fuck me, it's time to hit the sack, YO. I want to say some shit
that goes beyond fuckiGN huge, but I know where to draw those magical
dam sand lines, YO. All Dolly's begging my pardon, and all prophets
of nothing but grief; and all diva's everywhere, I hope you all have
a nice holiday. My holiday's always totally suck, so I'm dam used to
it, no biggy-Ziggy. SHEEEEEEEIT.
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 8
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I
only go overboard telling secrets, when things are stepped up to
DEATH-LEVEL around me, by Mili-2-Force Otammites. They would do the
very same thing to me, if our roles were reversible. They know it,
and I know they know it, so to nearly quote Lillian Erby, back in
late September of 1965; “Now who's kidding who”?
DECEMBER
19,
2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON
AT 1:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 73
DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-73/L-52).
NICE
AND COOL!
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 55%,
AND IT FEELS LIKE 77.
WIND
IS NE
AT 8,
WITH GUSTING TO 24.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
SEAS
AND LAKES HAVE CHOPS FROM WIND AND ADVISORIES
ARE ON TWB FOR SMALL CRAFTS.
I
hear the rockin' robins up on J-Bird Street.
I
think their freaking singing out their tweet-tweet-tweet.
Oh
rockin' Robin, you're really gonna' rock 2-NITE!!!
In
any event, all birds and Twitter users; I am glad I was fucked with,
and no longer play that stupid social media game for new-age total
fucking morons. Talk about wasting your life and your precious
energy, as we all are born with a precise fixed amount of this
life-energy, and without Tim Barber's
Integ-Mulwatioss machine; that is that; ''kaput''
to quote my old eighth grade social studies teacher, Mister Quay, up
at the Haddon Township High School.
Yes,
all great COMCAST services everywhere, but that word everywhere can
mean quite a powerful and precious truth about the great Mizz McCoo's
Fifth Dimension, and I believe that my awesome kid knows way more
than she has ever been willing to me me, SO FAR!
Maybe
if I put another five cents in Nicks great machine; I will be taken
back to that cool wild transdimensional Comcast area with the
frightening Jurassic Park animals and twisty curvy roads, and musical
amplifiers in large rooms, all over the place. LIKE WOW, R.H.M.
Oh
yes wonderful Donna, it will be so totally all right, in the morning
lightHOUSE and yes Mister Smart-Words Microsoft, also in the morning
light!!!!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer!
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