THE
WORST MOTHER FUCKING THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE IS UPON ME, IN THIRTY CUNT
LAPPING YEARS; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
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Now,
while I speaking to my pal, Mister M.J. Patterson, down in Hollywood,
Florida; between half past eight, and shortly before nine sometime
this mother fucking dirt bag persecuted evening from hell; I
WAS ASSAULTED, and yes, once the UTILITY
ASSAULTS BEGIN, they go mother fuckiGN cock licking
ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON! Three times,
maybe four, the power went out on the outlets
that contained my AT&T Uverse Telephone system, as
well as the one that has been already causing me this fucking
problem, where my computer and my music
system is all plugged into, and this is two separate wall
receptacles, FORT PIERCE UTILITIES AUTHORITY and SAINT LUCIE COUNTY
SHERIFF, KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Three times it went
out, came back, went out again, and so forth, in total violation of
my human, civil, and mother fuckign constitutional rights and
liberties as a free American born legal citizen of these wicked
demonic United States of Persecution-America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I totally pussy licking knew that when the TRANSFORMER
BLEW OUTSIDE DOWN THE BLOCK THE OTHER NIGHT; THAT I WAS IN FOR A LOT
MORE MOTHER FUCKIGN HARASSMENT AND CONTINUAL THANKX-2-GIVENS DEATH
SIEGE BULLSHIT NIGHTMARE GOD DAM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir and ma'am; these diseased cunt chewing milf huffing mother
fucking prick bastard shit eating filth bags from snot ass dick cum
swallowing hell lifers, were going to make things real cunt huffing
bad for me this December and January, as thirty years ago in 1986 and
into 1987, when this situation I am in was all new as per August the
fifteenth; things were beyond putrid, and yet all the while, I had no
clue how shit was all mother fuckiGN bitch sucking connected into
thirty years later, but now peeps, YO, I DO KNOW, and it is all about
PROJECT AUNT-JEANIE,
A MAJESTIC TOP MOST SECRET CLASSIFIED PROJECT; THAT IS ALL
ABOUT THE MORIANITY NAMED EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY; FOR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
CHRISTS ASSHOLE SAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I go on, this more
recent utility assault began with the polarity switch again with my
fucked up air show car stereo system that all began that day up at
Mike Patterson's island home that his brother Joe was forced to sell
before the real estate economy turned back around, on what was
called, a short-sale foreclosure. It has included several electrical
blackouts as per previous blogs, as well as other fuck ups, audio cut
outs, a lightbulb blow out, a word document brand new hack-harassment
with the magnification that I am now calling and labeling, sir Bob
Pal McDowell from previous days up at the Cooley-Wormhole Hall of
Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, and went onto become the Federal
Communications Commission Chairman and Director, until a recent
retirement; the (WORDOCK-MAGHACK). FOR
THE RECORD, SIR!!!!
Now
yesterday Monday, today Tuesday, and even back on the weekend; my
totally weird wacky screwball mother fucking nabes from hell NEXT
DOOR TO ME IN STANLEY'S OLD APARTMENT, have been slamming their door
even louder than Mister asshole JAMESON-ILLEGAL does. It started
getting really fuckign bad around 2 and 3 this morning with horrible
slams, and then got worse until 5 or so. Then this evening, it was
all super fucking horrible again with slams so loud, I know they are
going to eventually damage these brand new hurricane doors, that I am
paying my mother fuckign cunt lapping taxes for!!!!!!!!!! They also
bang on my walls and on some weird drum. They are completely totally
monstrously mother fuckiGN 100% INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So far, I have seen four persons that use the place, although I
believe a man and his wife of about my age or a tad bit younger,
along with their small lap dog, are the actual 'legal' occupants of
the dwelling. I also have a pretty good idea that Stanley who used to
live there, and comes back almost every day to shoot the shit with
friends; was the one who has put them up to doing this and is what
you might call the main instigator. I have a letter all set to go to
the Fort Pierce Housing Authority containing my complaints in full,
with the electrical shit, the monster neighbors who are intentionally
fuckign harassing me to death, and some other pet peeves, and it will
go carbon-copy (CC) to the State of Florida Attorney General, Pam
Bondi, as well as to County Sheriff, Ken Mascara. I also have a
letter to the Fort Pierce Utility Authority, and these letters will
be mailed tomorrow when I go downstairs around the lunch hour or
after it when Resident Manager Debra Marotto returns from her break,
to cry on her mother fuckiGN shoulders about all of this.
Now
there are some possibilities that exist, that go way beyond anything
discussed so far. In a powerful nightmare-dream experience from
decades ago, and about a year after I returned from my trip down to
Orlando, Florida, USA, to visit with my ex-pal Howey, (the Retired
Chief Recording Engineer of Recorded Publications Laboratories, of
Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG); I began dreaming that I worked for
the world famous fragrance company, and yes I am sure I am
misspelling it dudes and duddesses out here, but as it sounds,
“ES-DAY-LAUDER”. I was a Regional Area Manager, and that was my
precise title, and back in late 1984 around the early November times
somewhere, I had no idea what a Regional Area Manager was, it just
was not something that ever in any possible way was any part of my
waking world reality. Now these dreams came in a continuing
sequential way, many folks describe this occurrence as (recurring
dreams). As most or all of my viewers know fully and totally, I have
had many many of them, such as that one, and the Egg Harbor School
one, and the living back at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments one, and
many many mother fuckiGN others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For right now, we are of course discussing, or I am to be more real
and honest here in waking cosmos; this one particular sequence of
hellish nightmares where it seems more real than being awake, and I
was this manager, and I was working for these people, doing the gods
only know what, as in dream many times, things make perfect sense and
then when fully awake, they seem to be a bunch of fucking worthless
dribble. This is because of the triangle reality of the fifth
dimension, you know, hyperspace, explorations, dreaming. So while I
was in those “DREAMS”, I was living
as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, inside
of one of my doubles in the localized hyperspace multiverse, and
working for this S-DAY-LAUDER place as RAM;
no speedships, no distance-elimination Benjamin Caplan machines, just
Regional Area Managers, and I was the one in the dreaming-experience,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So picking up from:
I
will be saying some things about my time in Florida and how in my
opinion, this BAD-25-TRIP was planned from decades ago, when I was
here before at the tail end of 1983, in Orlando, with my Chief
Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL SOUND
STUDIOS, of Camden, New Jersey! Several mysterious things happened
while I was staying at his Orlando home for about three or four days.
One is a memory fuck up, as I have almost a perfect photographic
memory of my entire life back to the very day I came out of my mom's
dam loins and saw the snow coming down outside of the Bryn Mawr,
Pennsylvania hospital window! Yet, I do not have much clear recall to
that trip, other than when I spoke to three individuals. One was a
strange man who 'popped up' at Howard's little roadside restaurant.
Another was a Publix Employee in town, when Howard and I went
shopping and I purchased a one pound bag of plain M&M Candies.
The third was an awesome gorgeous young chick at an office, who fell
for me like a ton of bricks, yet Howard insisted she did not like me
at all and that I had imagined it, and told me with some decent
amount of fervor. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. But, as with heaven, this can all wait, to quote
most mortals. No one is ever one bit to anxious to go to heaven. I
never met a dam soul who was. They believe, but they are not in any
hurry to get to this dam awesome place. This reminds me of a lawyer
who was one of the clients of my RPL job while I was employed there
between late July of 1979 and middle March of 1981. He said and I
quote, “Pain is a window into hell. Suffering is the work of the
devil”. Why does this make me think of that, you wonder? In a very
brief and condensed way, just allow me to say this much for right
now, please. Faith in a Supreme Entity is sort of that window, only
we substitute hell with heaven. Life for the vast majority, here on
this Earth, entails a great deal of suffering. Only a hand picked few
on this planet have magical lives like Donald Trump. He knows it, and
we all know it. So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I
wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to
HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL” forever and ever and ever? WE
NOW MOVE ONWARD TO TELL MORE ABOUT ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT, AND HOW
AUNT JEANIE PROJECT MAY INDEED FIT INTO ALL OF IT, MISTER
34-MACY-RED-HIGH, as after-all folks, and all
great roulette game players everywhere,
precious or not precious; number 34
is indeed a RED
HIGH
number, as is magical electrical number '27',
YO YO YO YO!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM;
DEBRA MAROTTO, AND SHERIFF MASCARA, AND PAM BONDI AND RICK
SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
father was visiting me in the apartment that I was living at with my
mother, in 1974, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, on Oakland Avenue; the
same place where four years earlier, plus one month or 49 earlier
from early middle January of 1974; that my school-mate from
COOLEY-WORMHOLE
HALL,
came to visit me, around two in the cunt chewing morning on a school
night, and somehow knowing that my mom was out on a date with her
boyfriend, Mister Sidney Crown; as if she had been home, World War
III would have been a historical fact, long written in the record
books. I assure you all of that right here and now, but he came over,
bomb drunk out of his dick licking fucking skull-bones; and this is
where he burned my BOB, AKA my (Book
of the Beach),
an
adolescents version, if you will, of present day Morianity,
but limited to characters in Atlantic City who I knew in waking world
and dreaming world realities at the time of my being late 14 and just
age 15 years. This was directly following PINK GODDESS communicating
directly with me, as well as our wonderful U.S. Government closing
down the PROJECT BLUEBOOK, and this was all about how she came to me
in a wild dreaming-interaction, removed my chain given to me by
Organizational big Brother, Mister John Henningsen; who was either
CIA or NSA, as I later learned in this century; posing as an employee
of the great Camden City Campbell's Soup Company, and carried
twenty-thousand dollars cash in his wallet, in 1000, 500, 100, and 50
dollar bills, as back then these bills still were all in circulation,
and now nothing over 100 bucks is. He also took me to an
interrogation area across from the great Studio-Park television
studios of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, along City Line Avenue, not
all that far from future year 1995 and my hellish experience on th
eother side of that street at the 5555 Building at the investment
brokerage house called, Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette. Yes Judge
Judy, I do not need a good memory, because I have a very powerful and
totally true story, but yes, I have one anyway!!!!!!!
Every
time my story begins to get real mother fuckiGN good, the
Militufawces-ESS, do shit somewhere that gets my agents all busy
traveling to places and doing their main jobs. Eventually they get
around to printing out my shit, that much I was told by AD6, reading
in-between the lines of course! Now there is a lot more to tell, and
I will tell you a little more for right now, kind folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother's coworker as some of you know, is no
ordinary human being, as was her husband who was of course my father.
Neither was Al Einstein. Recently, great education networks of the
CABLE-TV-CHANNEL-broadcasting system, have begun to piece a lot
together, and they realize how Einstein could not have ever just come
across his wild formulas and theories, without ESS-intervention and
assistance, YO YO YO YO YO YO MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity is
no different. Nothing like this project could ever just happen and
just exist, and if you think otherwise, you're a fuckign dam ass
pathetic fool who is of course totally entitled to your opinion, so
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
father talked and shouted
in his nightmarish-sleep, after being a part of that very frightening
electromagnetic experiment that was conducted on the great U.S.
Battleship Eldridge. Mom told me when they first got married, that he
would wake up screaming and scared as a three year old, in a dark
amusement park fun house, all alone for ten hours, might be. Now
folks, I only heard the
talking;
after-all, he had twenty years or more to calm down, when he came
back up to Jersey, to visit with me, at age nineteen, after being
away since I was only the age of nine. He discussed the exact plot of
the four year out movie, 'STAR
TREK, THE MOTION PICTURE'.
I will tell you that he knew future events, and I have told you all
this on many older blogs, BUTTTTTTTTT; I now tell you, he knew ESS,
and ESS is outside of time and they can come flashing across the god
dam fifth dimensional hyperspace in a dream, and take control of
anyone at any time, and even non human items as well. He already knew
that ESS was going to operate through these STAR TREK creators, and
he knew all about the opening parts of the movie, with the space
platforms, and he also knew all about the plot and the V-GER deal. I
promise you I am telling you all the total absolute mother fuckiGN
truth, so help me GODDESS SARAH KRASSLE ALMIGHTY (Jehovah-GOD) to all
of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
had totally misunderstood what had happened in the bedroom of my
apartment, but guess who knew and told me very round about and
mysterious,y? Mister Patrick Jane of THE MENTALIST, that's who!!!
That 2007 blog was before I even knew I had a fully grown fucking
daughter, and we all know this is MC so why are we fuckiGN playing
around with this shit for crissake; but yes, that blog told of that
very room, and that GAMES-EXPERT,
and how my shit was all taken, only back in 2007, I had not had all
the fuckign shit that I know today, all revealed to my pitiful
fuckiGN pathetic little lightweight asshole, YO
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, 134 (25) Atco, New Jersey, it is
what it is all right, and dangerously so, and no one seems to see how
this code through time, or really via STM, is saying a terrible gas
attack is coming, as hey, how can you fight the symbolism here of the
hacking from 2007, you all remember so don't lie to yourselves,
GAMES-GAS ME, as in SUE/USE, TWO/TOW, and so many other great auto
mechanical numbers and codes and special mother fuckiGN rhyming
items. I don't need my great long term memory, lovely JUDY;
BUTTTTTTTTTTT, I
will say that my daughter's stunt on that mother fuckiGN web-site
back in 2008, was about the meanest cruelest thing that she ever did
in her entire life, and I won't ever ever ever forgive her for that,
and I think she fuckiGN knows that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WO-Billy Harner!
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY, MOMMY DEAREST, AND BETTY DINDIN ROACHES DAVIS-PHA. THE
ESS SENT A ROACH RIGHT HERE TO MY WORK STATION, JUST AS I WAS DOING
THAT SENTENCE. WHY WOULD IMAKE THIS ALL UP AND LIE TO YOU? JUST
'FUCKIGN' CUNT THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND!!!!
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
WHAT
NEXT
Ron
Owens was the Computer Programmer at Lavino, and had underlings
working for him. He lived at Linden Hill and wanted my mom to move
there, and had his wife's gal-pal Patty-Paula-Exploratron, help us
move, along with her pal Santa. This shipping company is famous, and
even the great shipping magnate Arnold Ness who in 1984 married the
great Motown giant Diana Ross, will tell you that, as they were
competitors. This is where many things happened to me, from the
agents who spoke to me on the phone and thought that I had ordered
some totally fucking disgusting child porno item from Sweden or
someplace, and I told them to throw it into the dam ocean, that I
never ordered it, and was being set up. Even back then, people were
trying to fucking get me, and why? Well, only the ESS explains it
all. This is where the ESS traveling Asian girl was screwing with me,
and a zillion other fuckiGN things were all going down.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT there is a lot more than just moon-flashlights,
newspaper boy pull-outs, pop ups, send backs, or pull ins, that
comprise all of this hell. PPK has a home that is usually only
accessible through what mortals call DREAM-TRAVEL. However, it does
pop in and out of waking world reality, as the great exploratron PPK
has so much power out in the purg that she can literally become this
place. This is where I was riding in my car, home from that throat
specialist's office that day in 1984 while residing at 506 Robin Hill
apartments, and I ended up in this incredible place, that all
connects into my house that I rented in 1988 and into 1989, in
Moorestown, New Jersey. There is a lot to fuckign tell, and it is all
about Exploratronics, Project AUNT JEANIE, and PROJECT BLUEBOOK, as
well as 1969 and my great forever fucking lost now, BOOK
OF THE BEACH,
YO!!!! And yes, great folks; Lavino
was there for many decades,
from the turn of the 19th century actually, into the 20th.
It became INCHCAPE,
after the big buy out; and that was done for the very same
Turnersville Shopping Center Pathmark Terroristic Threat day of 2
August of 1996, reasons; REMOVAL OF POWERFUL HISTORY MARKERS, and
yes, you all know where the great television show, THE LIBRARIANS
came from, either that or else you're all as fuckiGN dense and
idiotic as a pile of rotten dog-shit,
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~hack) AGAIN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
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!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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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Global Audience By Shade Ratio
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!!!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
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