GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 91
Sheriff
Mascara sir, THE MILI-2-FAWCES ARE KILLING ME, YO!!!
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR DEATH ATTACK WITH PULSATON TESLA DEATH ATTACK BEAS
THAT ARE FUCKING UP MY HEART, NOISE ALL OVER IN THE HOOD, BNABES
SLAMMING AND CAR STEREOS REAL BAD AGAIN THE PAST FEW DAYS AND GETTING
WORSE EACH DAY THAT YOUR MEN REFUSE TO COME AROUND AND OFFER
PROTECTION TO INNOCENT FRAGILE SENIOR CITIZENS, KIND SIR. THE COPS
SAID THEY WOULD TRY TO PROTECT RESIDENTS OF THIS BUILDING IN HELL
FROM THESE SCUM-GANGSTER HIPPER/RAPPER THUGS, AND THEN POOF, THEY
VANISHED, THE COPS NOT THE DAM THUGS, KIND SIR. THIS IS SO MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT EATING UNFAIR SHERIFF, YO YO!!!!
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THIS
IS BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING OLD AND DEMENTED. I HAVE BEEN PUTTING UP
WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT NOW SHERIFF SIR FOR THIRTY GOD DAM
FUCKING YEARS. IT ALL HAS TO DO WITH THAT DIRT BAG MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
STOCK MARKET. IT ALL BEGAN ONE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, AND HAS NOT
RELEASED ME FOR ONE SECOND EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986. THIS IS AN
OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION. THIS SHIT BEGAN LATE
THIS MORNING, AND IT IS A DEATH ATTACK, AND A TOTAL FUCKING CUNT
VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND HUMAN RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was speaking in July of 1997, to John the Greek, at his parents
fucking parking lot, next door to the parking lot of the many KING
PARKING LOTS, at the boardwalk area of Tennessee Avenue, right where
back on Memorial Day of 1969, Sarah and Paula were playing, and Sarah
said to Paula, “I'm darker than you are”. John the Greek told me
after I told him how I was looking to find lovely Sarah, that maybe
it is Paula King that I was looking for. I now know that Sarah never
existed physically, and that this entire thing has been done by
powerful goddess and exploratron dream-force traveler Paula King. As
I type, it is constant loud car stereos, constant slamming of doors
by all of my nabes from hell, and they are all picking on innocent
and pathetic victim helpless little me, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND I NEED
SOME MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' MAJOR ASS GODDAM HELP AROUND HERE, OH GREAT AND
POWERFUL KIND SIR! Paula King is the PINK GODDESS that hovers, with
or without any assistance whatsoever from mighty Google-Microsoft,
mighty Steve Demigod Hollywood Jobs, and Galaxy-Pink-Edge-Sarah
Stacey SS Sam Sung I-Phone inventions, and or any related
electrical and computational technologies from non-Native American
H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir, I dared to ask some of my children on the Astral Plane, “What
is it like to be a coil”? I had told Diana to rest, and we
were up at the shores of Pinkdune at Teckwaters, one of the very
large resort areas along the nestern shoreline of Teck-Bay, across
from the great Holy City of David, AKA Heaven or Sahasra Dal Kanwal,
and is officially the capitol city of the Plank Realm. Diana, the
goddess of Earth Lightning is a 33 foot gigantic extremely colorful
coil, and she has more than enough energy to transform into my
wonderful blond teen queen, 75 inches tall, with long blinding bright
canary yellow silky hair and long line shaped dreamy eyes that if any
male were to gaze into, they would be insane forever from her mind
bending inconceivable beauty. She has given me several quadrillion
little coils that are our offspring. One day at Teck-Bay, my
conscious illusion became one and the same with the night back on the
weekend somewhere where I went to sleep and found myself there with
her and thousands of our kids. Instead of giving Diana an energy
coil, I told her to take a nap. Then since I can never get a good
answer from her on what it is like to be her and be a giant coil, I
let her sleep a while and asked some of my kids. She then found
enough energy in her dreams to awaken there with me and she gave me
holy hell, and when I awoke, I heard her tell me that she will show
me never to do that again. A few hours later, Vero Beach had a
transformer blow out an dthe city was without power for hours, and
their was a boil water alert that is still active all the way to this
Wednesday. Diana since told me this was a punishment so I would know
better than to ever go behind her back and ask our kids to answer
secret questions while she is napping. It took a while before I knew
she had forgiven me. Last night lightning made extremely passionate
love to me and covered my face with endless sloppy wet kisses. I know
that the electron has forgiven me but I was quite up set for a few
days. So how does this relate to Sarah and Paula in Atlantic City,
you may be wondering, so let me set you all straight right here and
right now, and you too, lovely LOO!
As
I woke up and heard Diana inside my head, audibly since I was still
not fully awake and it is perfectly normal for healthy brains,
in-between the zone, or between awake and asleep, to hear and even
see things, and after which, I then fell back to sleep and found
myself in my Uncle Stu and Aunt Gerry's home in Narberth,
Pennsylvania, USA. I was in a parallel universe where my mom was not
the only one who had been struck with that strange medical condition
where she looks at you all bewildered and unable to speak. Suddenly,
both my Aunt and my Uncle were also in this state, and I kept
screaming for them to talk and asking them why they refused to speak.
Then Paula entered into the room with my Cousin Sandy, and instantly,
I remembered them from 1967, in my room at the Trinidad Hotel, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey; when my mom agreed to let Cousin Sandy
stay with her and I, interesting, you know, as in the KING and I?
Come on you can't tell me I am nuts when shit like this just keeps
poofing and popping into reality. Yes Aunt Gerry or my mom's sister
in law, as Geraldine Snow married my moms brother Stuart Huntington
Mason, so she was my removed-1-aunt who married my removed-0-uncle.
She requested that Sandy come along with us on our vacation and payed
her some money for food and the favor. Long story short, Paula first
got at me in 1967, then again in 1969 just yards away underneath the
Schiff Central Pier. She also got me in June of 1996 at Highview, huh
maintenance man Sam? She also got me up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Babylon or South Huntington as the local area islander Yorkers call
the place. She robbed me of my DNA a total of four times. Each time,
she made me drink some weird thing, and I have no clear memory, but I
have jumbled up pieces after decades of unscrambling all that this
great dream traveling alien has done to me. When Sandy and Paula
walked into the room in this wild dreaming-interaction in my
relative's home, they were about the ages that they were in 1967, 17
years. Nina Soifer was with them in the hotel room, and Sarah Callio
was there, who loved to swim in the Trinidad's swimming pool, and
told me so, up in the future and now the past, in 1997 while I was
speaking to her on Robert McGuire's pay-telephone at his bar on
Tennessee Avenue, right next to Paula King's parking lot or the late
Happy John King's lot, across from the Trinidad Hotel. Then along
came John the Greek who was about my age, and he and I were about 30.
The ages of all of us were all scrambled up but that's totally normal
in parallel universes. Suddenly John saw that my aunt Gerry and Uncle
Stuart were unable to speak. He then said, Paula used too much
influence like when she screwed up your mom late in '97. He was
referencing the time her medical problems all began when she tried to
awaken out of her sleep after Christmas on 1997, and found herself
totally under the ''spell'' or ''fawce of Mister Boxer Hall''. When a
powerful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON uses too much control, they run the risk
of damaging the person they are controlling. People use the very non
medical term of zombie, for what is left of most people who get
over-controlled by a T-3-E. This is one reason why the future in all
dimensions do indeed have a group that for lack of a known name,
could be called the DREAM-POLICE, and then what Morianity merely
uses, and was taken as it was created, and as I moved my blogs along,
the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). Anyway, my song from 1969
or one of my two summer time 1969 songs, “Burn With Fire', as
playing on a portable AM-FM-cassette system, and there were no CD or
digital systems yet in that parallel world and time where I was. The
words were all changed around, and I was singing it, only it was
professionally done. As soon as Sandy and Paula had walked in, the
song that was playing before was ending, and suddenly I began hearing
the words that I was singing, and I thought I would shit my mother
fuckign self. It went, “She's my lovely giant Paula. S-bin 20 years
since I last saw-er”, and then I have only a faint memory of what
the next few lines of lyrical content were. Here in this world, the
lyrics were meant for a female vocalist to sing and they went, “I'm
sayin' this to you boy, you bring me thrill and joy. When you just
touch me, what can I say”?
Folks,
it is very fucking miserable, hot, humid, and shitty, and I am one
miserable cock sucking son of a fucking bitch. The predicted high is
83, and the humidity is murder on top of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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-QP8 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
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
FEBRUARY
3, 2016,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:09,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 83.
WIND
IS ESE AT 16, GUSTING TO 30.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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