GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 123
A
long time ago, I knew as surely as I knew my name because of stuff
happening around me that had no other possible explanation in the
world, that th ethree major American networks appeared to be watching
me and my life. I never totally got an explanation for many things
that my father was into in his younger years while in the United
States Navy after joining up with the Merchant Marines and then
shortly thereafter when America entered into World War II, the
Merchant Marines became a part of the U. S. Naval System. My father
knew Einstein, and he also knew way too many things, stuff that would
not even get around to happen for years and years, such as the crap
with the motion picture Star Trek, and a lot more, believe me. My mom
told me after they were newlyweds, he would awaken in the middle of
the night screaming like a baby, and was right out of stuff that I
read after working at the RPL Recording Studio, upon the advice of an
engineer pal of mine there in 1980, called, “The Philadelphia
Experiment”. Then there was the FBI tapping our telephone all of my
growing up life and ordering my mom into their Philly offices where
she was shown photos of her husband and my dad in a divers suit in
Florida. My mom also had a very close cousin out of numerous weird
cousins, and she was a sensible nice lady who worked in Manhattan at
the main library there as a Head Librarian. A man came in several
times and eventually he hooked up with her, and this would be her
husband, the German banker, only then a young lad over here in
America for reasons only the gods know, named Heinz Gottwald. I have
specualted about these things as well as all of my strange personal
encounters an dinteractions in Atlantic city ever since early
boyhood, with some really strange wild chatrachters. Yet with all of
this an da whole lot more, I won't dare to lie to a darnb soul and
claim that I have any darn answers at all. Wnhy this is all going
down around me is pretty darn wild, but IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse to
deny reality or ignore my past encounter with a quite unforgettable
educator by the name of David Leigh Smith, from the great Cooley Hall
of Haddonfield, New Jersey's Bancroft Neural Health System, that has
as so many other things, vanished away in the past decade! I am not
imagining how my blog says things and then great famous people seem
to be using it in their lives. I also know that I am not imagining
that powerful anti-pollution sixties television commercial with my
voice on the beach yelling out, “Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
Hold
the darn mayo, and listen up, YO:
My
life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde;
but I will tell you that I don't need to talk about what my rotten
darn daughter did and all of her family; not to you, to me, or even
to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank
BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all
things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to
BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY???????
High
school musicals, and James Stoy Leslie Tinsdale, can lookout for me
as I blow on down the line; trucker Bob Bad Back Levy 187, and all
other fantastic Atlantic County addresses; huh record company giant
JOYCE-PAULA-1978?
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