The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": Chapters 30-31---A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, hacking job

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THERE IS A COMPUTER HACK AGAIN, WHAT ELSE IS NOW, FCC?

There will be a space or skip here, Bob McDowell, old pal!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 31

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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior? Still and all; my old coworker from Cifaloglio up there in No Joysey, was a real cool dude, and I considered him to be a pal. He wrote a great book and you should check it out. It is available on Amazon and online and in real-world stores as well. The title of it is, “Secrets of the Museum”. You will learn a lot about Egg Harbor, the great Round House, and Florida, if you can really read in-between the lines, great folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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”?

JUMPING MOSES ROCKS:

ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES

HEY GAP FORT PIERCE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY, THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ILLEGALS COME IN, AND BRING THEIR ROTTEN FUCKING ROACHES. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO START A LETTER WRITING CAMPAIGN BECAUSE I CANNOT AFFORD TO MOTHER FUCKING MOVE. IF I COULD, DON'T YOU THINK THAT I MOTHER FUCKING WOULD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??????????? I AM WRITING HEALTH INSPECTORS, OTHER GOVERNMENT AGENCIES, MY LOCAL CONGRESSMAN, AND OTHERS, BECAUSE MISTER 1967 MACK CAMP COUNSELOR KAITER SIR, AND OTHERS CONCERNED; “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”, YO BRO!!!!

HEY GAP FORT PIERCE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY, THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ILLEGALS COME IN, AND BRING THEIR ROTTEN FUCKING ROACHES.

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What are the ILLEGALS? Well, Debra Marotto, the Resident Manager of this PHA building, told me; three or four years ago somewhere, “Mark, James is your neighbor across from you, and his son is not allowed in the apartment”. They both live in that apartment as well as some apartment on the east wing of the fourth floor, two down from here on the west wing of floor six. The son is the one who is the loud door slammer, even with the hurricane doors, he still grabs it by the know and force slams it, as only this one person is the slammer, and when here, which is in spurts of days and days on as well as off, and when he is here, SO ARE MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ROACHES, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To me, breaking PHA regs, translates to the word “ILLEGAL”, so to quote my cousin Donald, “I say, we get rid of all these fucking bastards”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now you try living as clean as you can and still having to put up with rude vulgar shit and endless filthy rotten fucking dirty diseased ROACHES, and then see how your blogs would look; ladies and gentlemen!!!! I have no problem whatsoever, with anyone who follows the rules and the laws of this land. But when you text and drive, or drink and drive, or bring me roaches endlessly to make me sick as well as sickened and revolted; then it is time to throw you either in mother fuckign cunt eating prison, or deport your rotten worthless fucking asses, YO YO YO MY BRO!!!!!

You know, call me as crazy as a mother fucking loon bird if that turns anyone on to do, but I will die shouting the truths about the incredible and unfathomable power of both symbolism, as well as parallel events. In a way, symbolism IS the correlation and paralleling of seemingly unrelated events, at least in their exact structures. My living at 506 Robin Hill as my TWEEN-STAY at this garden apartment system out of three stays, is one perfect isolated example that now springs to mind, so I'll discuss it briefly with you, kind folks. Late 1983 and up until July fifteenth of 1984, I resided here, before then moving into 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, owned by the home owner next door to me at 1408 Highland Avenue, Mister Lowell Patterson. There is a very important legal statute in Copyright Law, number 506, that the entire entertainment world is most definitely aware of. It is related to Copyright Infringement, which can be done in many ways, basically profiting on another person's intellectual property that has been legally protected in this manner through and via copyright registration of the work. This was when indeed, lots of my music was stolen from me, and not that this did not happen all through the eighties, as well as right straight on to present times, but it was indeed, while I resided at this apartment number (506) that things were at their zenith that pertained to this particular situation. The symbolism then was number 506, both the copyright statute number, and my apartment number. I think this is no coincidence, but I am not saying that some group of humans did this somehow. I am saying, unlike those who are mentally ill, and don't understand the real truths that lay in the deep recesses of the worlds of quantum dynamics and sub atomic reality; that yes, FAWCES are there, and they are there because of a LAWTRONIC or seventh-dimensional circuitry of a kind if you will allow that verbiage, and thus causes symbolism to indeed be there for those who are seeking truths and need super sleuthing clues to assist them in their very intricate endeavors. As told and blogged half a dozen times or more by now, in the past; I knew back on that night in 1972, while visiting along with my mom, the great and powerful Gottwald's, up 1t 175 Peninsula Drive, in South Huntington, New York as most locals now refer to this as, and this family is my mother's Cousin Ruth Huntington and her husband, the mighty great banker of Manhattan, Mister SIR Heinz Gottwald, and their five grown children who were only weekend guests there from time to time, once it was 1972. On this one particular night, I decided not to go with them, and remained in the home there, with their German Sheppard Dog for company, while they went to see the big hit movie, SUPERSLEUTH, if my memory is accurately recalling its title name. The reasons for my mood, were similar to the reasons why I did not want to go to Fire Island with Aunt Ruth's daughter Kathy Gottwald and her then fiance' during another visitation back in 1968. For right now I am just saying that missing a movie about an ultimate SHERLOCK HOLMES, with or without any roulette, stick figures, games, game experts, dreams, TV-shows, trances, I-CHING trance traveling, Morianity, Moriarty, and Public Broadcasting Networks; I know beyond any 2+2=4 knowings, that indeed; symbolism is powerfully real, and seekers are given this tool in order to be given the otherwise never figured out clues, to so many covered up mysteries. The Lawtronic circuitry of our 7^th dimension, forces these clues to be given to seekers, and they are indeed called, symbolically connected paralleling or correlated events, through colors or digits or letters, or places, or people, or events, and literally anything that comprises life and our lives here in fifth dimensional hyperspace, dreamed down off of the PLANK (Astral or spiritual realm)! Yes Mister Boxer Hall, Lawtronics indeed FAWCES these clues to be given, and the great Star Wars inventors or the exploratron GUESTS laying inside of them during the creation of this original seventies movie, knew all about these things. IPYT!!!!!

My being in a bad mood and not going to see this great movie of the times, back in 1972, with the family, that night; and because this movie was all about these washcloths, and Washburn's, and Watson Clues; and I did not go to it because ''of the very FAWCES'' that may reveal themselves for all I knew and still know, in that movie; as all idea stimulating events, causes a thinker and a seeker, to begin playing with mind models; so I deduced back when I started blogging and thinking about all these things in the new light of middle-life, and not being age 18; and then started to clearly see that indeed; this same force that had used so many forces on me even back then, and compared to now this would be nothing; but still, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I was in the middle of something bigger than a hundred Sherlock Holmes super sleuths could ever be. And to this time and day right now, I am still attempting frantically to put pieces together and make a lot of dots connect up to draw some better and better and clearer and clearer pictures. However you want to cut it up and tote it around though my kind peeps; it ends up with Exploratrons and Sarah Krassle the Almighty Goddess of everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY AND FONTANA!!!

That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30^th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty, real funny, my morbidity, family jokes on me, fields, towns in-between Philadelphia and Atlantic City, harbors; all of it! And that goes for you too, James Stuart and Steven McGinty! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

Oh Paula, oh-oh Paula; forget Donna, Mister Radno and Mister Ragni, YO! Yeah, I know what I've got, Mizz hot shot Vicki Callio, then and now!

You awesome teen queen you!!!!!!!!!!! It should have been you and me all these fucking dam ass years, YO big lovely girl.

So tell me wonderful Sheriff K. J. M. kind sir, just what am I going to do with my lovely giant PAULA???

As in what am I going (todo), and Microsoft or some hacker or whatever Bob-1975, did not let that space out, and I had to alter it. Jeepers creepers, Dorothy Twisters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SILWEE WHAAAAAAA-BIT, YO!

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