GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 101
As
you know, Sheriff sir, the stock market opened up and went down, way
mother fucking down. Ten they mother fucking poured it on me all god
dam fucking afternoon. The illegal people up here on my floor slammed
louder than I ever heard them since the new doors were put in. They
have to be breaking the PHA property, and you or someone really
should be investigating this mother fuckiGN bullshit!!!
When
this was done to me, the markets went back up. They still were down
on the day but they recovered from being down 400 points to only
around one and three quarters hundred down. This is of course always
accomplished on my pathetic fucking back, AND IT ISN'T MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' FAIR, OR LEGAL; SHERIFF, AND FLORIDA-AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE
ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LEGAL!!!!!!!!!!!
Memories
are all part of the same MIND PROGRAM
that is all the stuff all around us. The subject alone here is 100
Encyclopedia Britannica lengths long; I assure you. No one
consciously forgets one single thing as long as we are reasonably
brain healthy. There are triggers that bring memories back, as we are
not tape recorders. However, if you begin to keep a journal on tape
as well as listen back to it for 20+ mother fucking years, it will
produce an automatic endless trigger, sort of like engaging a fucking
switch inside of your brain, that is on full power as far as
memorizing your past, so long as it is in the past. As for me, it
caused me to have a near perfect recall, other than for 10 minutes
ago to ten days ago, and when that becomes a new-past, it too will be
as if it is etched in mental stone for me. Record your dreams for six
months to try and prove me wrong here, and you will get a mind blow,
but if you would rather record your life, do that. Then
as you go back, your memory consciously, will go BANG,
as if you never forgot it. It is not that the conscious fucking mind
forgets or even reassigns it to more subconscious regions, as so many
had believed for so long. Instead it is a delegation into a land of,
''hay you must trigger me, and then I will pull it up, and until you
do, screw it; I will keep it submerged''. That is almost a verbatim
of what your conscious minds are saying to you and me, day and night,
24-7-365.2422!!! As for using this kind of TOOL, this, or
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or APE-ICPE, and so many others; the main thing to
focus on all of the time is that we need to be wondering just who is
really who, and all the time. If something is out of character, and
off, and you just know it, for crissake, as PP used to say all the
fucking time, YO, “GO
WITH YOUR GUT”,
sheeeeeeit, dam good fucking advice, my old ex-partner!!!!!!!!!!
It
was my fault for not leaving this fucking roach infested welfare rat
building from hell a long fucking time ago. I should have escaped
this evil fucking cunt empire AMERICA a long time ago; folks. I have
only one person to blame, pathetic gutless asshole fucking stupid
prick shit eating me!!!
There
is an organized mother fucking group that lives right here in this
world, and has nothing to do with the Exploratronic Supermind
Society. They have been after me ever since I was a child, and my
family is indeed, just as fucking jerk off James T. Burr said a long
time ago, the reason for my suffering and endless mother fuckiGN
whopping ass torment!!!!! Between shit that my father did, shit that
my mother did, and SHIT THAT I MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DID ALSO; none of us
need to be experts in mother fuckiGN baseball, to count to STRIKE-3,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
I
will be major big time exploring a whole lot of brand new non
Jamaican keys, non Floridian keys, non musical keys; but rather,
major fucking keys and pivotal shit that seems to be behind a lot of
my fucking dirt bag hassles and woes and turmoil, and that has little
to do with actual paranormal and or esoteric and supernatural type of
fucking shit behind any OZ-CURTAINS, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
indeed have so many John Crowley's and Mark Moroni's, and Mike
Devlin's, and Lenny McKinnon's, and the list is quite exhaustive,
nauseating, and revolting, so there's no mother fucking need for me
to keep typing on here; but WHY are so many people ripping me off,
and stealing from me since I have been knee fucking cunt high to a
small cunt chewing puppy dog, YO?
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
Nearby Offender:
Thomas
Giordano »
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
lbs.
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
Why
have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the
past four plus decades? There is a reason, and not all of it is
nee-nee-nee-nee weird and super mother fuckiGN natural; and I promise
you that!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you SHERIFF KJM???
It
is a quarter shy of two, on a Tuesday morning. The date is 9
February, 2016. Every single mother fuckiGN day and date is a
PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER
in the GAWNUM SYSTEM. Many scoff at the GAWNUM. I am here to say go
fucking screw yourself, should you be among this list. Yes sheriff
sir, even at this late time, I must fuckiGN cunt endure a constant
banging sound. It
never stops!!!!!
Debra Moratto told me that these people around here have never worked
a mother fucking honest day in their lives, and I believe her. She
told me quite a few interesting things. Saturday my mother fucking
toilet acted up. You can only flush a small amount of fucking shit
down at a time, literally. You need to, or I do, use a cleaning tool
so as to hold back parts of the sewage plant donation, and then do
this several times, and the same for ass fucking wiping. This is so
unfair. I will call again to see how my order is coming for a new
mother fuckiGN toilet, Sheriff sir! The weekend was miserable with
the problem and it still sucks a big hard fucking cock at light speed
squared!!!!!!!!!!
I
no longer live with one or two major fucking problems, folks. Life
for me is literally a dozen fuckiGN cunt eating nightmares all the
time, and all combined. I pray for my death every cunt chewing
second, but death never fuckiGN cunt comes. But I know deep down that
Pink-Goddess cannot endlessly trap me here, and that eventually, I'll
fuckign cunt escape these Earthly bonds and this physical fuckiGN
cunt body that is trapping my spirit energy here in
HELL-CUBA-CUBAN-CUBED, and with or without the stinking rotten
nightmare friends of the late Dawn-Marie King. You know how people
fuckign say that shit is a pain in the balls. Well on top of all my
other fuckign shit, I have had to endure a pimple that is coming out
of my cunt huffing fuckign balls since I began writing this blog.
SATAN
at work, as always!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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