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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
73
MY
DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS ARE MAKING LOTS OF FUCKING NOISE AT 5 A.
M. SHERIFF MASCARA SIR.
YES,
THAT WAS JUST A TEST TO GET A REACTION. THERE NEVER WAS ANY
MENTION TO ME BY ANYONE, ABOUT THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR. I WAS HOPING
TO CAUSE ONE HUGE MARKET CRASH, BUT HAVE LEARNED NOW AGAIN, THAT
THESE MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD ENEMIES KNOW EVERYTHING GOING ON AROUND
ME, AND FAKING SHIT NEVER HELPS. I WAS NOT LYING MERELY RUNNING A
TEMPORARY TEST, AND IT FAILED, AS MOST OF MY SHIT ALWAYS DOES. Hey
you can't blame me for testing and trying, as these pricks are out to
finish me off, after already totally wrecking my pathetic life from
the second I was fucking cunt chewing born, Sheriff Mascara, kind
sir. I did open my door the other day, and was told by two
electricians working out in the hallway, that some glue they were
using, may have been why my throat was burning and my eyes tearing.
This is what really happened a couple days back, and may be why I
have not felt good for a while, as they have been around and using
that strong smelling glue or 'whatever' for some days now. Whoever is
next door to me is a real fucking nut case whack job, and they don't
sleep, and they are crazy as mother fucking hell, Sheriff Mascara,
YO.
Only
total fucking nut cases move furniture around at five in the morning,
and some mornings they are over there moving heavy fucking shit
around at 4 and 3 and all hours, Debra Marotto, YO!
If
I don't find a fucking way to get out of this Public Housing fucking
nightmare, I am going to lose my pussy chewing fucking sanity.
Things
have never ever been this fucking cunt bad, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP6 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and STOP.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology built into your system,
(ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
JANUARY
23, 2016,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 5:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 55 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-55/L-54).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 83%, AND WIND CHILL IS 51
WIND
IS W AT 14, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 15.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 72
WOW,
was I assaulted for two straight weeks, folks.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, TWINBAY!
Holy
shit Patty-Paula Exploratron, from whatever part of hyperspace you
truly come from; you really have abused me, wonderful girl. I am good
enough to rob me of my life and my DNA, but nothing else. Talk about
a quintessential IMP from IRELAND!!!!!!!!
PAULA SATAN
BROKE MY TOILET AND THINKS IT IS FUNNY, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CUNT
CHEWING NIGHT. YES SIR, MIGHTY ELECTRICIAN JOE ON JEFFERSEON STEREET,
THERE REALLY WAS A WITCH IN ATLANTIC CITY, AND THE PROBLEM IS THAT NO
ONE WILL BELIEVE ME, NOT EVEN HARRIET ROHR AND DANIEL CURTIS.
I WILL HAVE TO
GO DOWNSTAIRS AND PUT A NOTE ON CRIME WATCHERS DESK, AS MY PHONE DOES
NOT CONNECT TO PUBLIC HOUSING REPAIR, AS THE LAST TIME I TRIED, IT
KEPT DISCONNECTING ; AND THIS TOO WILL BE REPORTED. IF I GET NOWHERE,
THEN I WILL GO TO THE FUCKING POLICE. NO ONE CAN TELL ME I CAN'T
LEGALLY PISS AND SHIT WHEN I AM PAYING MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DICK
LICKING RENT ON TIME FOR FIVE MOTHER FUCKING YEARS!!!
This
was planned along with more door noise beginning at opening bell time
this past morning (Friday). Some slut down the hall just opens and
slams her door over and over and smirks over at me, and
this is very real, and I am going to report the tenant of
the apartment, to the police, and if they won't allow me to sign a
criminal harassment complaint, then I am going to drive over to all
of my congress and other local people, to find out what steps I need
to take, as I HAVE 'FUCKIGN' BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS
AND CIVIL RIGHTS, and they are being big ass time abused and
totally violated. This attack on my toilet was very carefully planned
out. It did not just suddenly stop flushing for no good reason. All
of this is why the stock market gains hundreds of points ON MY BACK.
The second I get pummeled, whatever the price on the DOW JONES is in
points, it shoots way up. If the attack is minor, maybe only two
digit point gains come, and when the attack is major fuckiGN super
ass brutal, then they get many three digit gains. This has gone on
for thirty mother fuckign straight years now, and is why the stock
market is so ridiculously high. All older fuckign folks like me know
how the first century of the market worked, and how suddenly out of
the blue, using this NIGHTMARE 'FUCKIGN'
PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY AGAINST ME, POOF, it began shooting up like
never before, and it never ever ever never fuckiGN stops, nor
will it, until I am fucking dead, SHERIFF K. J. M.
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
want to talk about many of the things that I used to discuss while
alone in various residences, or driving my vehicle some place, back
in the nineties, and the days of Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, in the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG,
who I met on the afternoon of 5 December, 1989. This day to me was
last week; and is as clear as a church bell, that is ringing out out
loudly, over a crisp early breezy autumn day, and carrying its sound
for many miles; over lovely terrains of area, such as those
surrounding the great English city of London, England. No, I do not
tend to forget many things no matter how long the time in-between
present focus and those past events, may be, unless of course, I have
been part of in some way, what the Bluebook Truth Patriots have come
to call, ''forcefully made a part of the abduction syndrome''. In
truth, no one is physically abducted to anywhere and from anywhere,
just as time and hyperspace travel will never be accomplished without
using the greatest system and the only system for doing this, MIND,
and of course the great wise Chinese folks already totally knew these
things, a few thousand years ago, and even taught Jesus Carpenter a
lot of this great ancient wisdom.
Yes,
I would decide to try and analyze stuff, a loud, and onto tape,
caught by my life journal so that I could re-listen at later times to
my ideas and theories as well as reported events that happened in
real time while doing this; and then adding to this already vast
storehouse of information, new ideas that the older journals and
words, would bring new, into my mind. All historians and philosophers
alike will tell us, that history can be defined as all records and
knowledge of various trust worthy sources, as best as can be hoped
for, that go back to where they begin and end at the present focus in
time. Only when humankind develops a full knowledge as well as
respect, for the truths of our fifth dimensional hyperspace existence
as a society of existing physical beings on this planet called the
Earth, can we begin to see how even if the most trusted records could
accurately depict and display the past to us in the present, this is
merely a space-time-mind or STM present 5th-D focus. In 3-D, it would
be fully correct. In 5-D, as hyperspace branches out in what someday
is measured on 'AFTSA' Scales, displays begin to show all around the
original 3-D past-view, and begin showing surrounding circles of
varying parallel universes. When someone does not follow in
regular-time, in the way the speed and direction of normal flow takes
the whole, they begin to first move in the higher fifth dimension
beneath the still higher MIND REALM or the sixth dimension that
creates all of the space-time parallel universes of the fifth. This
and only this; will then begin the movement, out of regular time, on
the still lower, fourth dimension. This is why the time travel
paradox is old news, yesterday's viewpoint and theoretical science or
junk science, as in truth, there is always much more to anything that
human beings begin playing with and thinking about, and this will
always be the case. In the future in many parallel worlds that I have
dreamed into and now remember, it is called the DHKB. This stands for
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier. Picture it like this. When you are
5 years old in a sand box, well, some of you; you thought you were
king of the sand box and knew it all. When you hit sixth grade you
thought back to that day in the sandbox and laughed quietly at your
buttwipe self, as now you really know it all, no doubt about it. Then
this same laugh reoccurs around age 17 or so, then again at maybe 22,
27, 35, and it will go on like this as long as you live and your
brain is healthy enough to think rationally and see that you will
only know one huge thing while physically here in hyperspace, for
absolute certain. This being, that no matter how much you learn, all
it really is doing is showing you just how much more there really and
truly is still out there to know and learn. It is like holding two
pieces of three by six inch pad paper in your hands and separating
them by say about six inches. The sheet closest to you is
representative of all that you know and understand about your outer
surroundings beyond the ''you'' inside of your shell body. Then
sheet of paper 6 inches away is now a little later in this
representation, where you feel and think that you know so very much
more than you did back at sheet one. But as these two sheets go onto
display this double horizon knowledge barrier, you must see it more
like, as you progress forward, the closest sheet is slowly moving
towards the farther away sheet. The problem is that for every inch
that the closer sheet moves, the farther away sheet will always and
forever move an inch and a half further away. This allows you to
pictorially visualize this truth much more accurately. It shows
anyone willing to see this, and even more, to do this with two sheets
of paper, that the more you know, the more you will know that you
don't know. Said in a way less depressing that would appease lovely
Twinbay-0809 perhaps, and keep me more of a glass half full kind of a
guy, in her opinion; look at it as the more we become aware of, the
more we realize just how much totally is yet to be discovered. It is
a game of catch up however that cannot ever be won, while living as
humans in fifth dimensional hyperspace, Mister Freeman, sir!!!!!!!!
So
for a solid decade or more, I did lots of philosophizing while
driving, maybe in its own way this was as bad as texting, and there
were no cell phones when this all started, let alone all this
nonsense. Still, I will attest to the fact that I had a few
accidents, while paying more attention to my LIFE JOURNAL in my
automobile, than my driving, and will be a witness for those opposed
to texting while driving, any time they may wish to call me to speak,
publicly on this issue, as I not only have been there and done that,
but years before any of you even owned a freaking bloody cellphone,
or a Maxwell Smart Agent-86 Shoe Phone, blood or no blood, power
lifter Patty and pal Santa from the North Shore, not pole, on yes,
the one and only Virginia Avenue, in good old wonderful great
Atlantic City, New Jersey, where if you don't want a home burnt to
the ground, we keep our freaking mouths shut, I am so sorry Trucker
Bill, you'll never know, old pal. Still, I don't enjoy Deezy choke
grabbing me in parallel worlds. Folks, just in case I must insult
your intelligence and you've yet to figure it out, I do in fact have
quite a few dealings in a particular parallel universe, via STM-ESS,
of course; and in the parallel reality where he said to me, “You
never really liked me”, he is Dingman, and Dingman and him are just
one and the same person, not two separate peeps with each other's
life, as this can indeed be the case in many parallels, but in this
case, it is the Kent and Superman thing that is happening, so there's
the situation for you again, sir; Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson
Movieshooters!!!!!!!!!!
So
here I am keeping these journals on cassette tapes, beginning on
February 1, 1983, calling it PHONE PROGRAM 1 and 2 on the A and the B
sides of the tape. Within about 2 to 3 years somewhere down further
along, I changed this to Journal Tape number instead of Phone Program
number, even though I kept tapes in the telephone system as well as
in the out of phone recorder for use in my residences on portable
tape recorders, as well as in my vehicle, on an attached by rope to
the handle, a car tape recorder. I had my entire life bugged up like
the Kennedy/Nixon/Syndrome, as I'll refer to this as. This as you
all know is how I got that realtor to repeat what he had spoken
previously to me in his office, when he was in my vehicle and we were
going to that property together, that I was being stopped from
selling, until the magic date that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE wanted it to
be sold on, and that was 8-8-88, yes, August eighth in
nineteen-eighty-eight, and this is a day I will not forget in the
next eighty eight thousand years, I promise you that,
WOMIL-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May the forces reign and rule, oh
wonderful Pedigree dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
my journal grew bigger and bigger, and for all I know is now in the
hands of the Federal Bureau of investigation, many things were
happening, that totally dwarfed these tiny recent PCM's, Eminence
Benedict sir; and all anyone has to do that has power and clout that
is reading my private journals that I must keep safe through either
copyrighting it all, blogging it all, and hopefully very shortly,
BOTH, but all they have to do is get together and sit down with open
minds, the Vatican and the powerful American government, and you will
see that I have been responsible not only for the BLUEBOOK, but for
its ending at an exact date in ''3-D-history'', Morgan sir; and if I
keep saying too much, I will not be a ''free man'' like you are; but
yes; they know my life story is real and that my words all prove this
to be a true accurate account of reality. It has taken the scientific
community 50 years or so to meet me to where we all are now, the only
thing left is for them to discover the truth about STM and its
connection with the ESS, and stop thinking that these fifth
dimensional things will ever be done with post atomic sized items of
the material natural physical tangible world. It is all done, and
always has been and will be, with MIND.
Just
as I wait for the world to come around and see the light, or the
non-copyright mathematical symbol; I too need to come around to their
present-time limitations, if I want to ever get my words and truths
out to a wider variety of the public. The trouble is that I tried all
of this, and the great biblical scriptures back up 100% what I am
about to tell now on this journal. The real stopping of someone from
the ability to buy and sell, as told in the Christian scriptures,
especially well and clear, in the King James Version, or KJV, is not
about this one world as a government, but as a computer connected
networking system. For those that do not sell out this world and
become accepted by them, they will not teach you show to work the
important parts of it, and will actually all be in ion some kind of
invisible mind controlled international experiment, that literally
stops those like me, unaccepted by the world for various reasons,
from ever being able to use it. I tried again to use it when my ex
business partner sent me an e-mail link to joint his thing called
LINKED-IN. He has sold out to this new world. He no longer believes
in the same things I remember from boyhood, the way to pick up as
telephone and dial 10 numbers, and speak back and forth, like two
normal human beings, and this is why, he too, has been totally
accepted and indoctrinated into this monster horrendous new age club,
straight from the devil's hell.
Hyperspace
is one thing to discuss intelligently, and try to erase out all of
the SYFY nonsense and fiction. But when I then go on to add in more
inconceivable fuckiGN shit, this is where my woes and nightmares
become beyond insurmountable and gargantuan. First I am fighting
Hollywood's Disinformation System with movies from STAR WARS, to
shows like every single SYFY-related one imaginable where hyperspace
is discussed. Hyperspace is like cyberspace, and it cannot be
physically accessed by any possible thing yet on any science
blackboard. Just as cyberspace contains the area of computer and
internet data and where it lives and sleeps and all of the
hocus-pocus, so does hyperspace contain the multiple universes,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT it is not like space
in-between galaxies where some kind of potential travel would at
least be theoretically possible someday. It is just not there.
Hyperspace has the virtually infinite countless universes in it, all
right; but there is no moving from one to another, on any kind of
interconnected cosmic road or star path, OTHER THAN THE WAY PAULA
KING DOES IT, and that is, IN
DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!
Patty-Paula-KING,
has been a nightmare of mine for
quadrillions of mother fucking eons. She
hates me, and so does her ASTRAL-PLANK-REALM significant other,
NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS
KRASSLE. I will never ever forget how that day in the autumn
of 1994, while I was 'asleep in a powerful dreaming-interaction' with
her daughter, at the Central Pier and Ziggy-Jetty area in Atlantic
fucking cunt eating City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and
was having the most wonderful happy time that I am able to remember
in all eternity cubed and CUBAN; my kind lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!! Then suddenly, along came 'Nepjuup' as some
Astral Realm entities call him behind his back, for short, and not as
a compliment; and his 'whatever she is to him', Mariena-Carlittia
Juliwite Krassle; and they chased me away
from her. From the moment I came out of that, things were
just as fucked up and horrendous, and outlandishly bizarre and weird;
as coming out of that fuckiGN shit eating pile of nightmarish hell,
back on the morning of August 15, 1986; YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! And yes
folks, Juliette and Shakespeare and Romeo abnd the great play, is
where that name of the female lover stems from, as above, so below,
the old spiritual-enlightenment quote from those who think they know
so much about high truth/reality, and god dam whatever, huh Bob 1975
Angel Andrews, up on KINGS HIGHWAY, just
down a short ways from the GREAT GATE on
Hopkins Lane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
would have PINK GODDESS and her wonderful love, even now in these
nightmare dreams, if one tiny thing were to happen, and a few people
know just what this all is, and of course one of those who know is
Rosemary Quakertown from 1997. Oh how I hate mother fuckign
psychic's, Mister Patty Jane Pipe Toilet Games non-gas-me expert
maintenance man. Tell them all someday for me just how real this shit
all is, please, Dave Speas and Russ Thaxton.
THANK-YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
is this all happening, you ask me? Or maybe no one in this
world cares at all. Who can ever know? I will tell you this much.
Someday after Mark Wayne Mountainpen fucking lightweight-loser is
gone, and out of this hologram and Holodeck-simulation forever, which
is pretty fucking soon now; this is when just like fuckiGN cunt
magic, a lot of people will want to know a lot more; and they can go
over to fuckign Patty's house, and light up candles, and try to talk
to me. But I will not come back here to tell you a fucking thing, as
I will be too busy, as I told all of you infinity ago the last time
it was 23 January of 2016 in this endlessly looping nightmare cycle
from hell, that I am on a t rain that is heading eastbound,
in-between the Westmont and the Haddonfield stations, and will be
thinking, “This is it, I am here, again, this is where it all
starts for me, all over again, it is really happening and I am really
back here all over again” Of course time will go by, and eventually
I will be convinced in my adolescent mind and not yet fully developed
human physical-brain, by the adult-controllers of this planet over
the youth, that this is all just a dream or a figment of my
imagination, and like a dummy, each time so far, I allow them to make
me lose my memory of all of the cycle and cycles before.
THAT
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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 71
TWB-APP
ALERTS ME AS FOLLOWS:
RIGHT
AT OPENING BELL ON THIS FUCKING FRIDAY, DOORS ARE SLAMMING OVER AND
OVER, AND THAT IS HERE IN THIS UNIVERSE. THIS IS WAKING ME OUT OF THE
UNIVERSE I HAD BEEN IN, WHERE DAWN KING WAS ALIVE AND HAD WON THE
POWERBALL 1.5 BILLION AND SHE WAS DOING WEIRD THINGS WITH HER WINNING
TICKET, AND WE WERE AT A SHOPPING MALL, AND ALL SORTS OF BAD SHIT WAS
HAPPENING TO ME AND I WAS TOTALLY MISERABLE AS I ALWAYS USED TO BE
BACK IN TIME WITH HER AND HER GOD DAM CLAN FROM HELL.
ON
TOP OF THIS, CHEMTRAILS WERE BEYOND HORRIBLE AS THEY HAVE BEEN HERE
FOR WEEKS NOW AND ARE INDEED ON A MAJOR ROLL. THIAS MORNING IS DARK
AND OVERCAST AND A STORM MAY INDEED KICK UP. LAST NIGHT, MY LOVELY
MOON WAS ALL HAZED UP AGAIN AS IT HAS BEEN FOR THREE NIGHTS OR MORE
NOW. SHE SHINES LOVELY AND BRIGHT FOR A COUPLE MINUTES AFTER I FIRST
OBSERVE HER AN DTHEN POOF LIKE POTTER FUCKING MAGIC, THE CLOUDS AND
MISTS COME UP OUT OF NOWHERE, AND SHE SLOWLY IS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.
FIRST SHE DIMS OUT AND ONLY AN OUTLINE SILHOUETTE OF HER IS VISIBLE.
SHEN SHE EVENTUALLY IS GONE FOR GOOD. IF I DO NOT LOOK, SHE SEEMS TO
STAY BRIGHT AND VISIBLE. THIS HAS GONE ON NOW FOR THREE DECADES, AND
NEVER WAS LIKE THIS BEFORE AUGUST 15, 1986, AND THE NIGHTMARE SHIT
CURSE THAT FOLLOWED THERE AFTER. ALSO LAST NIGHT WHILE BING
SKY-POISONED, AGAIN, I BEGAN TO FEEL MORE AND MORE ROTTEN AND FUCKED
UP. MY TEMPERATURE SPIKED AT 99.5, FROM THIS ILLEGAL POISONING,
SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
AWAKENING
WITH OR WITHOUT HALLS FAWCES, 30 YEARS AGO FROM A WILD DREAM
EXPERIENCE THAT SEEMED TO GO ON FOR FIVE MONTHS OF TIME, IS WHAT I
SOMETIMES CALL MY HUNTINGTON CURSE AWAKENING,
AND
IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES;
SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
THIS IS FRIDAY FOOD PUKE DAY, BUT THIS SHIT HAS GONE ON NOW FOR 2
STRAIGHT WEEKS, EVERY SINGLE MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY,
AND FRIDAY, FOR TWO BACK TO BACK WEEKS, WITHOUT ONE FUCKING DAY OF
MORNING PISS-PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IN THE NIGHTMARE LAST
NIGHT, NOT ONLY WAS THAT SHIT ALL HAPPENING, BUT I WAS IN THAT
PARALLEL WORLD'S ATLANTIC CITY, AND SARAH KRASSLE WAS THERE AND WAS
DAWN'S FRIEND. IT WAS A VERY TERRIFYING EXPERIENCE, ALONG WITH THE
GIANT-MONSTER JET CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THE SKY.
Today's
Weather Outlook
UPDATED 12:15 AM EST, January 22, 2016
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
UPDATED 12:15 AM EST, January 22, 2016
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
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A developing blizzard will
strengthen in the eastern U.S. on Friday, bringing a dangerous mix of
snow, ice and even a few severe thunderstorms with it.
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Kristin Clark has the latest in this exclusive WeatherBug National
Outlook Video.
The storm system that brought
severe thunderstorms and ice and snow to the South for the
homestretch of the workweek will move across the Southeast and into
the Mid-Atlantic to end the workweek on a busy note. While severe
thunderstorms will be a concern from eastern Alabama to the eastern
Carolinas today, the emerging major winter storm will shift to a
snowier and icy focus as it spreads from the southern Appalachian
Spine to the Mid-Atlantic by this afternoon and evening. The
Interstate 95 corridor between Richmond, Va., and Philadelphia will
become difficult to navigate, while similar problems will be dealt
with across the central and western Carolinas well today.
Meanwhile, a pair of
disturbances will deliver valley rain and mountain snow from central
and northern California into the Pacific Northwest today. Luckily,
cities like Seattle and Portland, Ore., may be able to put away the
umbrella or rain poncho this afternoon and evening.
Aside from spotty snow showers
in the Great Lakes, the rest of the country will be dry. This
includes the Rockies, Plains, western Midwest, and Northeast.
High temperatures will climb
into the teens and 20s from the Midwest to Northeast, with middle 20s
and 30s common in the Ohio Valley and Mid-Atlantic today. Slightly
warmer temperatures in the 30s and 40s are going to pop up across the
Intermountain West, central Plains, and Tennessee Valley.
Milder 50s and 60s will appear
along the West Coast and most of the Southern Tier, with highs
peaking in the upper 60s 70s across central and southern Florida and
the Desert Southwest.
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Today's Weather Outlook
UPDATED 12:15 AM EST, January 22, 2016
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
UPDATED 12:15 AM EST, January 22, 2016
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
Related Content
A developing blizzard will strengthen in the eastern
U.S. on Friday, bringing a dangerous mix of snow, ice and even a few
severe thunderstorms with it.
WeatherBug Meteorologist Kristin Clark has the latest
in this exclusive WeatherBug National Outlook Video.
The storm system that brought severe thunderstorms
and ice and snow to the South for the homestretch of the workweek
will move across the Southeast and into the Mid-Atlantic to end the
workweek on a busy note. While severe thunderstorms will be a concern
from eastern Alabama to the eastern Carolinas today, the emerging
major winter storm will shift to a snowier and icy focus as it
spreads from the southern Appalachian Spine to the Mid-Atlantic by
this afternoon and evening. The Interstate 95 corridor between
Richmond, Va., and Philadelphia will become difficult to navigate,
while similar problems will be dealt with across the central and
western Carolinas well today.
Meanwhile, a pair of disturbances will deliver valley
rain and mountain snow from central and northern California into the
Pacific Northwest today. Luckily, cities like Seattle and Portland,
Ore., may be able to put away the umbrella or rain poncho this
afternoon and evening.
Aside from spotty snow showers in the Great Lakes,
the rest of the country will be dry. This includes the Rockies,
Plains, western Midwest, and Northeast.
High temperatures will climb into the teens and 20s
from the Midwest to Northeast, with middle 20s and 30s common in the
Ohio Valley and Mid-Atlantic today. Slightly warmer temperatures in
the 30s and 40s are going to pop up across the Intermountain West,
central Plains, and Tennessee Valley.
Milder 50s and 60s will appear along the West Coast
and most of the Southern Tier, with highs peaking in the upper 60s
70s across central and southern Florida and the Desert Southwest.
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terrifying nightmares were right behind where shit hit the fan here
at opening bell on Wall Street, at 9:30 on the mother fucking button.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
I
LOVE YOU LIGHTNING, AND I NEED YOU SO MUCH!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 70
All
mother fucking cunt day, NOISE AND CHEMTRAILS AND MORE NOISE
AND MORE CHEMTRAILS, AND MORE NOISE AND MORE
CHEMTRAILS; AND ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA,
ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA, ETCETERA,
ETCETERA!!!!!!!!! This death siege on me is two
weeks old now, and is beyond mother fuckign major. When the cunt
chewing fucking stock market is extremely volatile (having huge
swinging ups and downs prices), I GET
DICK LICKING FUCKING TOTALLY PUMMELED AND HAMMERED, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I speak, the USA-CABLE NETWORK is
airing one of their very best L&O-SVU
episodes, and boy oh boy, did lightning go off in my
brain! We all are forever changing and evolving, and that magical
fuckign biblical scripture, “Seek and you
shall find, knock and the door will be opened to you”, is
merely saying that with an open mind and heart,
and a desire to know truth; that in and of itself, causes a natural
evolution process within us, to operate and work, so as to bring us
fresh new ideas even if we are limited to the exact same stimulus at
ever moving future points in time, such as seeing the very
same thing on television, and yet pow, we are suddenly given
''prophetic revelation''!!!!!!!!!!!! I know Paula King raped me at
least twice, and conceived on both occasions, and I know why I do not
remember anything clearly, even if the entire world wishes to
endlessly disbelieve my true tale from beyond unfathomable. I'll come
back to this, folks, YO!!!!!
All
day long, I was persecuted with noise beginning at just past Wall
Street's opening bell from fuckign cunt hell, and then after the noon
hour, major afternoon CHEMTRAILS were all over the skies directly
surrounding the view out of my window from this building where I
reside in; Sheriff Mascara, kind sir.
The stock market has had major heavy volatility for two solid weeks,
and guess how long this death-persecution fucking cunt siege has gone
on now around me, YO? Gee, really, TWO SOLID
FUCKIGN WEEKS!!!
These
mother fucking Trumpite (Trumpeter) dirt bags are going to be on me
like fucking cunt black-on-midnight, until things calm down on WALL
STREET. How do I know this to where I would bet a trillion United
States fucking dollars at double or nothing, at any moment some
fawce-entity wishes to make such a wager with me? Vely vely
non-intelestingly simple, old pal Bob FCC McDowell from Cooley
Wormhole HELL-HALL, very simple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVER SINCE 15
AUGUST OF 1986, nearly 30 mother fucking solid years, this has been
the new-reality all around me, so that is why I know. I really feel
after 30 years, I can know this as fact, mother fucking world.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, my NABES
FROM HELL are on me like red on fucking
blood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you
SHERIFF, SIR???????????????????????????
Every
mother fucking night, the moon is all jet-haze covered over, here in
Fort Pierce, Florida, around 3 or so in the cunt chewing fucking dirt
bag morning!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not allowed to even see a moon. This is
how mother fuckign dirt bag monstrous, this MILI-2-FAWCE truly is,
awake or asleep, Mister fucking Camden, New Jersey, USA HALL,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I said jet-haze' covered
over, and Prince and I both know that this can also be described as
all fucking ass CHEMTRAILED
OVER, YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since
this death persecution in the skies as well as NABE-NOISE all day and
night, with slamming shit doors at 3 in the morning each night as
well, PHA and Resident Manager Mizz Debra Marotto, YO; I will tell
you what struck me like fucking magic bullets just forty minutes or
so ago while watching cunt eating TV, YO dudes and
duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
believe that Patty Paula King DRUGGED
ME both fucking times, and THAT is
why my memories are all fucked up and hazy, but they ARE THERE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as Cap-Kragen was drugged by that slut
on the TV-show! Doesn't take a rocket fucking scientist, just endless
fucking DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION AND HARASSMENT, and POW, shit just
keeps on coming my way, in the great revelations-department.
GET-THAT, now or 34 Macy's ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I don't
make the laws in Florida or even in Saint Lucie County. Talk to the
magical people in the Board of Education, like my mom's old pal,
Mister Oaklyn, New Jersey Thompson, as in the Consumer Electronics
RCA take over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't beat me up now, KATE!
They've
got me really GOUUUUUUUUUUD, lovely
Keisha and Helen fucking Zebriski, YO, really mother fucking
good!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take away all of my cunt
chewing fucking anti-anxiety medications, and then pummel
me to death with sky poison, while making me crazy shit nuts
with never ending loud noise where I
live, and utilities that go out whenever they
feel like violating my mother fuckiGN civil rights, kind
Sheriff KJM sir; and I can go on and on and on and on and NO, NOT
DON KRAGEN, or any other DON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WO, MISTER
WILLIAM HARNER SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
funny part of the day on the beach, is that Helen Felkner, and Adele
and Arthur, and a few other weird people, seemed to know that group
of mysteriousness from up north. Then the following December, in that
wild chain-steal nightmare, Sarah was both 10 and 14 years old. I
went home that day, with no memory of this wild experience, other
than for the inability to forget that wild Christian-name, and would
look up at my wall in my Oaklyn apartment, and repeat the name over
and over inside of my mind, and while doing that, my wall was filled
with large murals of the ocean, and somehow the memories were stored
in a major repressed way, due to the fact that those ocean pictures
were always right there in my room, all winter long; even while I was
not in Atlantic City, swimming there. To this day, I find myself in
hyperspace parallel universes, back at that place I call ''Ziggy's
Jetty'', and I know future generations scan back to see things and
hear things; and that this is all connected somehow with my being in
that anti-pollution television commercial, as well as in the
recording studio from late 1979 through early 1981, and seeing those
quick flashing light bursts out of the corner of my eyes,
consistently. This is a technology that future people use, called
Distance-Delay-Tracing. An extremely far more advanced than current
3-D laser-printers, in combination with scanning fields that are on
large lunar space stations operating with the Earth-Lunar satellite
system (ELSS), methodology is what allows them to synthesize great
distances by taking a bounced laser beam of a sort that has almost a
half million mile round trip, and bounce it billions of times, until
the correct delay-time is achieved, so as to be able to focus in on
past events on Earth. Eventually, entire recreations are able to be
constructed, just as current laser-printers are now advanced to the
point of creating and printing human tissue. Few know that vital
human organs can now be printed and not grown from stem cells, but
Christians complain about anything advanced that uses the brains our
GODDESS (God) has given to us human beings, YO! Morianity contains
more than enough information, so you can someday break my codes where
I am not totally specific on some things, Scattered throughout these
ten year texts now, are all the clues and keys to all of it, IPYT,
kind folks, YO!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP5 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and STOP.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
Filthy
rotten fucking Jane Thistlethorns is striking me like Texas fucking
hail pellets, and I am growing very sick and tired of this fucking
evil witch from hell!!!!!!!
JANUARY
21, 2016,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 7:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-70/L-47).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, AND WIND CHILL IS 62 .
WIND
IS ESE AT 6, WITH GUSTS TO 16.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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