GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 39
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The
minute I turned on my mother fucking computer at around 4:52 Post
Meridian, my nabes from hell began assaulting me slamming their doors
over and over as loudly as they can, and I WILL BE CALLING 911 LATER,
AS I AM NOT GOING TO KEEP TAKING THEIR MOTHER FUCKING ABUSE, SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, SINCE YOU WON'T LIFT A MOTHER FUCKING FINGER TO HELP ME
OUT, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL SIGN OUT A CRIMINAL
COMPLAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning
told me something last night. He said my blog viewers are all family
and agents, no one else at all, and until I get the guru over here
from the STAPLES STORE, nothing will change. When they get busy with
affairs such as out west with that mother fuckign federal land deal,
I can expect to see a roll off in my page hits until things settle
down. She is totally correct. It does seem to follow this pattern, as
since she made me aware to this, I am able to mentally track things
back in my head for about a year or so, and she is absolutely
correct. It's my own dam fault that I don't put up the cash, it may
be 600 or more bucks, but I need to have this done right, or I am
just wasting my time. So much for fuckign cunt assholes with their
rotten advice, such as Chris Bennett and Edward Lynch.
Nothing
ever ever ever fucking cunt changes, ENEMIES
USE NOISE AGAINST ME, as this has
been their successful mode of attacking me since I was ten mother
fucking cunt eating years of cunt eating age! Well, we all
know that is off by four, but then that's just the way it all goes,
huh Mister Marcucci and Mister Gohome Malyeska?
Prove
it, you say? Sure I can prove it, with one simple paste in, not that
I could not spend a mother fuckiGN decade straight, pasting in
another ten thousand of these examples, YO! To
quote Judge Judy the great and powerful; if it never ever stops and
there is no other choice, I will have to M---O---V---E!
Now no
genius needs to see what is going on here.
I will not insult the fucking intellect of my kind wonderful viewers.
I begin a serious discussion on something that they already know from
how I began things, and they are quite upset, and they do not want
this blog to happen, so they will do a lot of shit to prevent it, and
I am prepared, right down to saving every paragraph one by one, and
so forth, as I have already experienced one strange hack before
colorizing and enlarging the word ''move'', and they are on me, they
being none other than what they have been and will always be all
along folks, the MILITUFORCE, and this means an organized society in
future times in localized parallel universes, that Morianity has
labeled and named, the ESS, or spelled out, the:
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Now
right before I began this blog; I had a diareah
attack,
then I had a Jane
Water-Witch-Bitch Sleazeweedsdisease attack,
and then I had a few loud
doors, all between about half past midnight and twenty past one,
so I
said, fine. Let
us do a real real real good blog now, OK
lovely INGRID.
I was told recently that they think this name is a code of some kind.
For all I know it is, but when she talked to me through the system in
early 1984 after my return trip from Orlando, Florida; or it might
have been right shy of when I went down to visit my old Chief
Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; but in any event, she told
me that this was indeed her name. If as someone sort of suggested
recently and I won't give out who and it was not on the internet; all
I can say about it is then it is their or her code, and not
instigated in any way from me. Who can ever know anything, to quote
the great wonderful marvelous Ziggy Malyeska from summer time in
1969? Who knows just what he might have known when he made this wild
statement to me out of the blue one day in middle July? GET
THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us move this along, because to quote Mister
Al Jolson, “You ain't heard nothing yet”, and folks, this is a
major promise, so read on, or where it may be legal to do, for all I
care, weed on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of all of this, beginning on the tenth of April, yesterday,
MICROSUCKS, just as the television news spot foretold; made
a major change that has effected my machine.
I thought I could just leave it on the sleeper mode to avoid the shit
they are doing to me, only it did not work. They relentlessly fucking
keep trying to make updates go through and it fails over and over and
then you need to let the system go down and back up again where it
attempts again to reconfigure the WINDOWS-7, but this is now an
antiquated version of these new updates, according to the news about
Microsoft that I heard on a television news broadcast a week or two
ago, and sure enough, boom, this was not some rag talk in a check out
line, it was for real. So I am going to call the FCC and the FTC to
find out why someone on a limited fixed income needs to spend more of
his money that he already does not have, to fix a problem that he did
not cause, just to make these MULTI-FUCKING-BILLIONAIRES, even
fucking richer than they are. I will fight this, because I am right.
Not that right makes right, President Lincoln, your watch is running
2 centuries behind the times, sir, now it is more like MIGHT MAKES
RIGHT, the typical truth equals reversing, as has been discussed in
my blogs for a very long while. Yes good folks; my
blogs have discussed this before.
Oh
Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. WEEEEE!
EVERYTHING
IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE
THING, FOLKS!!
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So
let us get back to the issue at hand.
By
no means will this be a story that anyone will digest easily. The
more you are into things that come onto the History and the Science
Channels on television, the more you will receive what I will now get
into. Remember that this is a made up totally fictional story that
will help you to understand much better, what my blogs try
illustrating regarding just what this exploratronic thing is really
all about as far as gee, how is it effecting our every day world, and
when I am done, some will be able to rethink that with new words such
as, how
is this NOT
effecting our every day world?
Tiberton
E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew
up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas,
early in the twenty-two hundreds.
Yeah, you've heard all that fucking bullshit before, and we needn't
repeat it now, almost two years
later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go fucking screw Mister
T. E. Nurlo Junior, and even Bob Levy Junior, no matter how great and
resourceful both they as well as their families may be, in or out of
the ESS. How about my dad and Mister Albert? Were they in the ESS?
Well, let me tell you what I honestly and truly mother fuckiGN
believe, folks, since I am going to be persecuted to my death and
doom no matter what, so it fuckign seems: I believe Al Einstein WAS,
and I believe he had a small little club in Princeton, and held a few
informal meetings on park benches right there in town, and my dad as
much as admitted all of this to me, by saying some things to me in
1975 after coming back from Baton Rouge and this time staying up here
permanently in the northeast part of the country. This was during my
stay at 1118 Linden Hill apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG, from March 1, 1975, through middle October of 1975, when the
great Marlene evicted us in favor of my mom's other coworker, Mister
computer Programmer Ron Owens, and great friend of Patty Paula KING!
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These
sicko nabes next to me are worse than across from me and anywhere
else, as they do mean intentional things behind a person's back, yet
act real polite and nice to the face. We call folks like that back
stabbing rat ass mother fuckers, up in the hoods, and they don't live
a real long time, Sheriff, do they sir? Hey, I'm just saying a true
thing, this isn't a threat, but it is true, am I incorrect? So back
to my pop, 1975, and the great mind of SIR-STEIN!
A
child moron is able to see, should he or she be looking for it; that
the ESS is very real, and in fact, it's the mother fuckign
adult-world who would discourage their belief in such a powerful
truth, that they of course instinctively know perfectly well, no
matter how much horse shit is shoved down their fuckign throats by
the older authority around them. My fave will always be when a tot
awakens from a real bad nightmare, “Hush now sweetie, it was ONLY A
DREAM”. Yeah, where's Herby Letts when you need the mother fucking
hypertronic inventor of very south Washington Heights, all the way
down in Magnolia, No Joysey, as he said it so dam great and
perfectly, YO; “Don't
you believe it”!!!!!!!!!
Star
Trek the great first motion picture,
that followed its original show of 1966-1967-1968 and then was
canceled after it did its job, and told many truths, TO
THOSE LOOKING FOR THOSE TRUTHS OF COURSE,
SEEKERS, as in you won't find if you are not seeking, even my dam kid
understands how to reverse-learn, or said better, to learn in the
negative by not doing stuff when we see how poorly it is working out
for another person!!!!!!!!! She'll go to her grave never giving the
true credit of where she got that; and that's fine with me, YO! We
can get a lot more into
fucking eternal Peggy Lee's all there is question,
and how the ESS fits into that and so very much mother fucking more,
kind buttwipes of this planet, later on. In fact, I totally assure
you, WE WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is because it all fits like a smooth
lady's glove, in with the ESS, my father, Einstein, Star Trek, and
Project AUNT-JEANIE. You might say it is the fucking dick licking
quintessential connection of seemingly otherwise random dots on a
very large page of cosmos!
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CHAPTER
38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Sheriff
sir, the Milituforce gave me a giant roach
colony assault today that worsened all day. When I go to pay
my rent tomorrow, kind sir; you can bet your
very bottom dollar, that a big ass note will be included
in my payment envelope, TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS
ENDLESS INFESTATION RESULTING FROM ILLEGALS GUESTS! I need not
guess who they are, or their names either, oh great kind powerful and
wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
don't need to be some mother fucking brainiac to know that I have
been set up since the day that I went to school, let alone left
school; TO FAIL, to quote old great and powerful BLACKBOARDS-SMITH,
from Haddonfield, New Jersey's GAP Cooley-Wormhole-HALL, back43 years
ago come the late twenty's of this month somewhere, YO!
Boy
could I use the help of the law and order authorities, only I can
totally forget about that, in this GIGANTIC MOTHER FUCKING SET UP
FROM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S GAP HELL,
HELL, HELL!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY MOOMY DEAEST AND MOMMY DEAREST, AND ROACHES BETTY!!!
JANUARY
5, 2016,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 3:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-54/L-53).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 51 .
WIND
IS NW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Lightning
Goddess Diana
Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis;
you are totally beyond white hot!!!
I
am coming to you in a few minutes, so be waiting for me at the
waterfall, my awesome lightning!!!!!!!!
HEY
KATHARINE WHITE; SUP BEAUTIFUL?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---BIT!!!!!!
END
TRANNY, YOU SILLY OLD GRINNING GRANNY.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 37
JANUARY
4, 2016,
MONDAY
EVENING, AT 7:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 55 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-68/L-52).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 62%, WIND CHILL IS 55.
WIND
IS NW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 11.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0002.
With
or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or
wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me
please to inform you, regarding some very valuable dam information;
great people out there!!! Thank you so much.
Before
I begin, some scum bag has been hammering again, off and on for the
past two days or so, and it is ongoing right now, Sheriff sir, at
twenty shy of eight this dam ass evening. Also, the utility crew of
the Fort Pierce Utilities Authority, worked well into the night, at
that same area right next to that house, that has already proven to
be an enemy, and has hit me with at least one or more motorcycle
attacks, hours past midnight, and highly illegally. For all I know,
they were behind the power blow out last night.
Now
as to this information I wish to impart to my blog-viewers:
We
live in a global economy.
Most of us know that, as they also are aware that in the continents
to our east; Asia,
and Europe, and Africa, and so forth;
they are already into the following day and date, when it is night
time, or early in the morning here on the east coast of the United
States of America. Now, when the Wall Street New York people, are
anticipating major woes and troubles, on the following day, as a
result of the Asian and European markets acting extremely negatively;
even though it may be only 10 at night, or 2 in the morning here; it
is much later there, even at 10, it is already about 12 hours later,
or 10 AM the following trading day in Tokyo; and then by 3 and 4 and
5, New York City time, the dam European markets open, and begin also
reacting negatively to the Asian markets, and again, because we have
become a major mother fucking GLOBAL
ECONOMY
over the past 10-40 years, more and more and more. As you also know,
these Wall Street nightmare monster fucking scum, use a covert
stealthy tool that my Morianity has named and labeled, APPLIED
PARALLEL EVENT and INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, or
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is what happened both last night as well as today, and is QUITE
OBVIOUSLY WHY I WAS ASSAULTED WITH THAT ATTACK ON MY UTILITY SYSTEM,
with the blown transformer across the street, and my one outlet
receptacle effected, through their wild ESS technology somehow. I
fully intend to have the Fort Pierce Utility Authority look into
this. If you use the word 'FIRE',
people tend to get nervous and jumpy. GOOD!!!! I intend to go into
the place this week and tell them of my situation, and remind
them that this wild shit MUST BE SOME KIND OF A FIRE HAZARD,
reminding them of the already near-fire in this apartment, caused by
weird electrical bullshit.
As you may or may not remember folks, somewhere around two years ago,
or between one and two years, I suddenly had my heater-cooler system
shut down, and things smelled all smoky inside this apartment. I did
not need a new heater-cooler, but I did need a new 220 volt
electrical receptacle. I am going to leave you with something else,
that one out of 1000 TOPS, ministers and pastors and church leaders
know and believe in faith, and that is known to me without faith, as
my entire life is inside this living nightmare truth; and that is
that nothing just happens, and that all things are caused by
influences of either good or evil, from the biggest to the smallest.
So all house fires, all plane crashes, and all of the everything's
everywhere, DO
NOT JUST HAPPEN BY RANDOM;
and I totally know this. I also know that we all are under this same
shit that I am, but my shit is much huger and stronger for reasons
that have to do with being part of a very mysterious family, as well
as part of a cosmic plan that spans human understanding, and
awareness, at its total maximum, in present times in this present
dimensional 4-D universe system. Good and evil, without carbon based
life, that runs a consciousness brain-speed of approximately 400
instants
per
minute;
is just that, a positive or a negative force of electromagnetic
polarity in cosmos, and no more. But add Adam's life, his tree and
fruit eating habits, his original sin, and our god SSJKK into the
mix; and the human equation or carbon based 400
IPM
consciousness waking life, transfers these otherwise dormant pluses
and minuses into righteousness and evil. And so now, everything
inside of this simulationogram ever since this all happened, is now a
part of this wild GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why these mother fuckers
go on hammering and annoying me, every time I type a new paragraph
and say forbidden things onto this machine. To
quote Engineer Scottie on Star Trek's great Starship Enterprise;
“There's
no knowing, and no stopping it either”!!!!!! I
thought last night, that this shit with the fucking lottery was what
was behind my assault, but I was mistaken. It is, as always, NOTHING
OTHER THAN FUCKING JERK OFF MONSTER WALL STREET,
and this nightmare monster has eaten my entire life up, and literally
burned the flesh off of my pathetic bones; ruining my entire adult
life, for
thirty years,
come the 15th
of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
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If
anyone can find me PEE,
it was my genius
daughter, WOW!
NICE
WONDERFUL BLOGAUD, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY
N-----O-----T
JOURNAL
TAPE 25,800
MY
LOVELY YOUNGER DAUGHTER PEE, NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER
DEVICE,
AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. STILL, THIS
IS ALL HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE A NEW JERSEY STATE
POLICE OFFICER SHOT ME IN THE BACK, AND YES, COMMITTED MURDER; WHEN I
KNEW TOO MUCH IN THAT WORLD, ABOUT
THE GOVERNOR,
GIVING THE GREAT LAW AND ORDER PEOPLE THEIR WONDERFUL SUPER SHOW
IDEAS WITH THEIR ''SHALVOY'' GUY. HEU, I AM ALWAYS GLAD TO BE OF
SERVICE; LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I am sure you remember, my loyal long time followers of Morianity, I
knew about his very private sexual affairs, just as with the SHALVOY
deal on the greatest law show ever, L&O, only my thing was back
in the late twentieth century, whereas the SHALVOY deal on L&O
was around late 2007 and into 2008 or in that range of time.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! When will I be believed, if ever, oh great
wonderful powerful SHERIFF MASCARA, and lovely blondie A. G. Bondi?
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THERE
IS MY FUCKING COMPENSATION, YO!
What
would I do without shithead Jane????????
Maybe
enjoy me' ol' fucked up life again a wee bit, lads and lassies.
YARRRHH there maitees!!!
Yeah
Marcucci Crawlers; I know my true age!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
me' arm, Patty Paula King, CRUNCH!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
5, 2016,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 6:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 67 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-72/L-53).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 55%, WIND CHILL IS 66.
WIND
IS NE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 25.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Remembering
things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more
and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel
universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in both time
and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull
you into their dreams to get knowledge from us, and this is done to
secret agents a lot, and I am not aloud to discuss more about this,
but it has to do with the original STAR TREK
MOTION PICTURE ad the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all
about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great
production was more than a ''thought in the minds of some
Hollywooders''!
Watch
this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
Watch
this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
Watch
this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
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this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.
ALL
LOVELY CUTE SAVANTS KNOW; THE END!!!
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