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

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 20^th. 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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:

EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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!!

EXPLORATRONICS*****

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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 15^th of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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END TRANSMISSION.

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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.

ALL LOVELY CUTE SAVANTS KNOW; THE END!!!

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