Sunday, January 19, 2020

Satan Came To Me In A horrible Nightmare




'Satan Came To Me In A Horrible Nightmare'



9:44 A.M. On Sunday, 19 January, 2020







This dream happened to me yesterday, and not today; but I am having MAJOR CUM-PUKE-HER ISSUES, with this mother fucking shit with WINDOWS 7 verses WINDOWS 10. I was able to get up and running today, but will be taking my PC to a local repair shop to see how my files might be transferred into another system with WINDOWS-10 installed. It shouldn't be too expensive since they specialize in used stuff, and I know that WINDOWS-10 has been around for a while so it will be available on some kind of a used system and they sell them there. Being poor is so much mother fucking fun. 'WO', huh Billy Harner, oh wait, you stole my moms hidden 'clothes money', so who needs to think about your WO'ing from 2000? The recent computer woes (WO's B.H.) started with major hacks and malfunctions that were worse than ever, and then when I went to use the system to put up my previous blog, I got that message regarding the WINDOWS shit. This is obviously what those phone scammer criminals were using to bilk people out of money when they called last year in 2019 and said that we would need a new licensing key. The Staples Office Store told me it was a scam, but they did not tell me that something was going to happen that would interfere with my otherwise normal operations of this machine. When I tried to go up on the machine it froze the past several times and I just let it do whatever it did and then shut it down, but today, I manually shut it off when the system would not start, and this made a wild error screen activate that somehow eventually went onto repair the shit and allowed the computer to start. But I won't be happy until I now boot off and restart again, to see if things are at least SOMEWHAT back to Grant O'Neil “NORMAL”, as he said so often back in the spring-time of the year 1969, huh lovely Misses Marola? Okay I paused for my bathroom SSS break (shit-shower-shave), and all if operating within the acceptable ranges of the Grant O'Neil Norms (GONN) for a shortened abbreviation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!













In this wild dreaming interaction (WDI) for another shortened abbreviation; SATAN came to me as a dude about thirty to thirty five years of age with black hair and maybe around four inches or so shy of two meters in height and average medium build, wearing every day clothes, not a business suit, and he was beyond mean and horrible to me. I was with a group of peeps who were asking me questions about my blog and I seemingly was being interviewed by some type of occult media reporters for some magazine or some similar thing, and all of a sudden SATAN jumped up out of the blue and identified himself and began saying horrible things to me. When I asked him why he was doing all of this to me all my life, he had some really terrible wild answers for me that humanly made as much sense in my now waking world translated ability, as would a rabbit on roller skates intelligently discussing quantum theory. Still, the experience was beyond a literal nightmare and it of course felt more real to me than anything I ever experienced here while 'awake'. I just froze up twice when my WEATHER BUG APP that was hacked years ago and still is, attempted to load up and appear onto my screen, while simultaneously I was trying to save this document as I do every two or three sentences now since those power interruptions. I gave up playing with those brick battery saver things as they got totally hacked and it is better to just keep saving and losing no more than forty or fifty words that I can easily go back and reconstruct when needed.







I will now DATE the words shown on the STATS PAGE to correspond to the terms printed, 'page-views today' verses 'page-views yesterday'.







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So why then do I have a showing of only 103 views when the same STATS show that I had 171 views??? This is all a part of why I claim “unfair internet and business practices! YYY, did I say? Well, the GASME-GODS-GAMES, what the Dogtown else for crying out fucking cunt loud yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














































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Hey there Mister 'Mayor Callio' of Dogtown-Halloweentown on the ASTRAL PLANE, and yes, Mister wonderful Michael Crichton too, yo yo yo, and HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!



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Hey, not to get T.S. or lovely 'other HARRAH' reality/casino deals such as QUEEN KATE from 1997, too wet and excited here, BUTTTTTTTTT YO; what can JAYJAY 'other' EVANS and I say right about now, yo; as there ain't no mother fucking way that GOOD TIMES has anything to do with my life!!!!!!!!



































MY DAMN BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, AS SHERIFF OF THIS COUNTY, KIND SIR, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!

So to quote Sir Chester-Frank from one night in a Jersey bar, and yessir, a very Nathaniel KING Cole 'unforgettable' quotation old pal, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

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And no-sir Mister Orson Wells, most definitely NAUT lovely 'blondie' WEENA!







I was coming out of the ocean, and before I got to where my beach towel was positioned, Patty Hollister, as young and beautiful as she would have been back in the late sixties, approached me; and we began talking, or me' doppelganger from that reality, began talking to heredahelda and to HER, Mike Soft, yo!!!!!!!!!! When I discussed this on an earlier blog, I stayed on the relevant topic of being grilled by a lot of people on the Atlantic City beaches about my knowledge of Velocitronics. Only by way of the (VIA) extremely magical ass 'Fascitar', would I know anything other than what was written in a great article in the late eighties somewhere in the world famous “Scientific American Magazine”, and they never used that terminology when describing the creation of virtually endlessly fast rotating objects, nor did they discuss accomplishing this by shutting down one half of the bipolar atomic system or one of the two polarities of the electromagnetic forces. My usage of the Fascitar was all preplanned by lovely Patty, and I know that as surely as I know that John Lennon was really somehow double bubble interconnected transdimensionally with my wonderful 1969 educator, Mister Marcucci, at the illustrious Haddonfield, New Jersey, COOLEY HALL, on Kings Highway, and yes Mister Microsoft, Halloweentown would be EXTREMELY apropos here, yo BREEE! So WO again, Sir Billy Sally Saying Something HARNER, holmes. WOW Joanna!











I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,



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OH WONDERFUL HILARY CLINTON, I KNOW WHAT I HEARD IN THAT 2016 RALLEY THAT YOU HADdonfield HAD!











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THE GODS GASME GAMES:

I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND CUTTING AND PASTING IN SOLAR SYSTEMS, OR CREATING ALL SORTS OF NASTY ASS SHIT, ESPECIALLY WITH POOR PITIFUL FRAIL AND ELDERLY WHITTLE ME, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND ROACHES AND RATS EVERYWHERE. IT IS ALSO HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT, AND ENDLESS GAMES THAT SEEM TO ME TO BE TOTALLY ASS SILLY, BUT OBVIOUSLY ARE ANYTHING MOTHER FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT SILLY TO THESE SICKIO WACK JOB FUCKING TURD HUFFING GODS OF THE PURGATORY. I SPEAK OF ANOTHER 'MIND HACK', OR CALENDAR HACK, OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS CAUSING THIS SHIT WITH THE LUNAR PHASES. SOMEONE IS EITHER CHANGING CALENDARS ON MY WALL, OR SOMEHOW DIRECTLY HACKING MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND ITSELF; AND NEITHER OF THESE TWO GODDAMN FUCKING THINGS IS TOO DIFFICULT FOR THESE DISEASED ASTRAL PLANE GODS TO ACCOMPLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!









The 'Doctor WHO' phone booth, verses my song in my late teens, has lyrics going, “I'm in a telephone booth, I'm sitting here and waiting fr'it to ring. I'm in a telephone booth, there's nothing here for me to do but sing”. Then the lyrics went onto discuss DOGTOWN, and that I was going through it because the one whom I loved was not calling me. This all reminds me of a lady who I spoke to, also on a telephone, back in the very end of the nineteen-seventies when I was maybe seven or so years older, from the New Jersey DMV in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG. I told her how I was the slowest driver on the highway when I got that ticket for doing 80 in a 55, and they were pulling my license for six months, as the points given to me from that traffic offense, would add onto those already on my license; putting me over the maximum 12 points allowed before a license suspension. She refused to believe my true story. You may think this is silliness on its face, only I know, AS DOES THAT TOTAL mother fucking prick in my nightmare two nights back; that it is anything BUTtercheese BUTTTTTTTTT, and but nonsense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is beyond powerful, only those around me are just too plain ass stupid to understand the meaning that leads up to all of this culture of today's time and world. Things are only AS REAL as they can be MADE TO APPEAR as being, and reality is extremely LOOSE AND FLUID and controllable, once a person knows how to do it, and has the POWER AND MONEY to do it, such as President number 45, Mister Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, they got me on their muzak system, when I was getting that paper billing error straightened out at my Toronto Dominion Bank a while back, huh Sir Tony BonJovi? My best to your CUZZ, although I DO HATE THAT STUPID ASS SONG, and I'll make no bones about that!!!!!There is a whole lot more meaning behind the magical OZ-CURTAINS of that LOIS-FOCA-SONG from 1980 at ROBIN HILL, than just love being for carpenters, and my being somehow mind controlled and manipulated into turning it into a song of prophetic wisdom about the near future that I witnessed during that ARCO ATCO HYPERSPACE INTERACTION, huh Mister James Tiberius Burr, of GLOUCESTER CITY, NJUSAESMWG?????????????????? WOW again, huh JOANN and JOANNA, hooker and or coworker, OR BOTH?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













I told Jim Burr about that wild OTHER DREAM I had at 1802 Robin Hill apartments regarding finding myself in Atlantic City and on Tennessee Avenue, and how I was in some future time and that there was an ARCO GASOLINE STATION there, and he laughed and told me that there never will be one there, and that the street there will be just as it is right now in half a century. LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH huh? The balconies of the Trinidad Trinity HOTEL all gone after I told how Paula held me and dangled me off the balcony of the room that my mom and I were staying in there that summer day in the damn ass sixties, and how the Mayflower Hotel came tumbling down, after the demolition contractors imploded it with dynamite charges in 1983. Gimme a break, or at least “cut me one”, lovely Mizz Margie Leo, willya'? Okay John Happy-J. King, so no ARCO station is there, but in that parallel world, THERE WAS ONE; but that was not the mother fucking hyperspace equation behind why my spirit traveled over to that particular parallel universe to witness this. This all occurred because in the middle late nineties a decade and a half later, my spirit that is not imprisoned by a time dimension, already knew about wonderful SARAH CALLIO, HA-HA-HA-HA. The spirit part of me in 1980 was letting me know that SARAH CALLIO was, or her friends such as McGuire and King were, screwing around with me, and the word 'ARCO' is unmissable, when we take this into fucking cunt account BRO! SAR as in AR, CALLIO as in AR-CO. This is all how TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS and HYPERSPACE EQUATION operates for fucking Crissake.









A lot of fucking nasty JET AIRCRAFT FUEL DUMPING IS SURROUNDING MY FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA AREA TODAY, AKA (CHEMTRIALING) yo yo yo yo yo yo, so far my health is holding, but later on,I may NAUT be so fortunate, Mizz AT&T BLAKE of the 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


































HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES ALL LAST NIGHT HAPPENED TO ME, WHERE I WAS BACK IN MULLICA, NJUSAESMWG, AND BACK AT JENNY'S HORRENDOUS #10 TRAILER; AND I WAS HAVING MONSTROUS THINGS HAPPENING TO ME! ONE OF THEM WAS THAT ALL OF THE SHIT IN MY TRAILER HAD BEEN STOLEN, AND I WAS THINKING HOW 'I AM NOW IN THE SAME DAMN BOAT WITH THE BOOB-NABE NEXT TO ME IN THE TRAILER TO THE SOUTH OF MINE, BY THE NAME OF RICH, ONLY NAME OR NO NAME, HE WAS NAUT RICH, AND IN FACT LIKE ME, WAS EXTREMELY DAMN POOR'; SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS, SIR. PLEASE FIND A WAY TO USE MY MAGICAL INFORMATION, TO GET INTO THE 1600 'PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE' 'JOINT; IN 'WASH YOUR HANDS WASHINGTON', 13-600; OH WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITHOUT YOU, THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS GONNA' BE FREAKING LOST, YO!!!!!!!!!!











































































































































I went out to my pharmacy to purchase some Mountain Dew 12-Pack ON-SALE sodas as well as a few 'Cadbury' 'Caramello' Bars. I had to just add those two words in italics, to my Mike-Soft Hellwrecker (Spellchecker) dictionary, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE huh Sir Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows who the hell he is, placing him way ahead of most of the rest of us poor mere 'DAMN' ass mortals, huh Senator Sanders? I also went to my local branch-store Toronto Dominion Bank, AKA its abbreviated name, TD-BANK, to check on some balances. Aniwho folks, lots of LOUD CAR STEREOS WERE BLASTING ALL OVER AND AROUND ME, in an absolutely non-coincidental fashion. Then when I drove back home to my non Patricia Hollister (PH) Building here at 7th Street and Avenue B, a tall African-American (AA) man, about six feet one or two and medium build and age approximately in his thirties, approached me and said, “Give me your bag”. I was holding my 'Publix-Bag', as they sell these bags for a dollar, and where I had placed my candy and also a couple cans of Progressive Soup, and I also keep my emergency phone for any automobile breakdowns in that bag as well, along with my water bottle and the mail that I had also just retrieved on my way out from the Building-Community-Room. I ignored the dude and managed to safely get into the building with my magnetic pass key, SHERIFF MASCARA, but I am still shaky and upset by this rotten gangster assault, and potentially very bad shituation. When I told the SO-CALLED 'CRIME-STOPPER' SECURITY MAN AT THE DESK, here at this non-Patty-Hollister building, what had just happened to me; he just ignores me, and won't do a damn thing, Senator Sanders. When I first moved here, this place had two things that once I got here, slowly were no longer available to me as a resident, and an endlessly ON-TIME-RENT-PAYER HERE FOR GOING ON NINE FUCKING YEARS NOW, COME EARLY 2020 SPRING TIME. One of those two things were video camera surveillance, and the other thing were those great annual POLICE LED INTERVIEWING OF TENANTS, where these fine officers would ask us if we were having any problems with either GANGS, (ol' buddy Sticks Larken), of that marvelous TV-show called “LIVE-PD”, or any other bad-guy related CRIME PROBLEMS. Now, there is no more camera surveillance, and no more annual police interviews. The hell with poor little me, let me get mugged or eventually killed, HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF FLORIDA'S 'HA-HA-HA' GREAT AND WONDERFUL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, IN THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!



















































I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























ou just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









AND THAT'S JUST FUCKING REALITY”; MISTER DENNIS SNYDER. I AM POWERLESS TO STOP THE GREAT COVERT-FASCITAR CREW, SO LAUGH AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO, OLD PAL FROM FOOLEY-COOLEY, SIR RUSSEL THAXTON. PLEASE, NO MORE HADDON AVENUE MEAN COMMENTS NOW!

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Yes lovely 'DAWN-NIGHTMARE-WOMAN'; “BRING IT ON” THREE TIMES OVER:

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ARE YOU GAINING SOME WEIGHT HERE GIRL???




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Thank the gods for a little bit of logical thinking in this ocean of puke called the Earth Planet. I haven't even opened the door up one percent on transdimensional hyperspace, STM, memory of both machine mind and biological mind, and zillions of other things. I will say this much right now. I knew that joining the Haddonwood Health Club, back on 21 June, in 1994, as well as that powerful 'dreaming-interaction', shortly thereafter causing a major military stalking presence, even on a major overcast day, while driving to the club that day in October; had as much significant weight as those two statements made by the great almighty SSJKK in the summertime of 1969, on 10-SC Avenue, Atlantic City, NJ-USA. But a statement made by a lady named Paula Uwich, a couple years after this; I see now in perfect clearly reflected hindsight, was a million times more powerful, yet I can only paraphrase it and cannot quote it. She told me I would remember meeting her and having her help me find Sarah, for the rest of forever. She was god dam fucking correct!









My asshole nabe ILLEGAL COUSINS are slamming in and out all day today, what an annoying crew of dick licking shits!!!!!!!!!!









Just as with those two major MILITUFORCE persecution times, presently and back in 1994 while residing at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of Williamstown; I know beyond a shadow of a fucking doubt that the dream-realms most certainly and definitely DO INTER-CONNECT. The precise correlation to them, is what hopefully, I someday will be globally recognized for, and perhaps even renown for, as my original concept and naming of the terminology, that in Morianity is called, HYPERSPACE EQUATION!













Inductatherm of New Jersey is owned by one of the great BILLIONAIRE WORLD OWNERS, AS ALL SUPER WEALTHY PEEPS ARE 'WO' AS CLASSIFIED IN THE MORIANITY BLOGS. But all rapped up in the dirty nasty secrets of zillions of hush-hush hushed up dogshit, is the day at Cifaloglio when SOMEONE OR SOMETHING absolutely wanted me to see a particular news section in a people oriented magazine. Then came a day when three Mexican ILLEGALS began screwing with me one night, humming loudly at my guardhouse, before Delmo Cifaloglio took it away from the security guards. I went out and asked them what they were doing, and one of them asked me the same question that Bob Camden Licorice Plant Halloween Gillerlain Schleigh asked me when he also heard something playing in my GUARD-STATION at the MAFCO-Parking lot one night back in 1980. Oh boy, they know I'm dead ass close to spilling some really Bernie Sanders “HUUUUUUUGE” BEANS NOW, as every possible mother fucking CUM-PUKE-HER HACK is being given to me, every single one listed a while back was just done to me, SHERIFF. We all know I am going to get to it all, and without any help from TONY-LOUDSPEAKERS, Mortino Fast Erase Systems, Copyrighted Queries, Scary yellow pieces of paper, or DEMOS getting in the way. It has to all be told, and goddamn it, despite any pain caused to family or others, IT WILL BE MOTHER FUCKING TOLD, YO YO YO YO YO, so Stay-C fucking tuned, great Blogaudians yo!!!!!! All fucking shit IN COSMOS IS CONNECTED, and even Albert Einstein knew it yet didn't understand it, calling it “Spooky Fawces”!

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I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT, is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now, and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, and I should. It has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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IF TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE FAILS, AND I EVER HAVE ANY HOPE OF VINDICATION; THIS WILL RESULT IN A REAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE, SINCE THIS ENTIRE THING IS A GIGANTIC FUCKING PARALLEL EVENT OF ME-UP, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-DOWN, AND ME-DOWN, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!! LAUGH ALL YOU WANT TO ANYONE OUT HERE, BUT THE MOTHER FUCKING CASINO WORLD AIN'T LAUGHING FOR A SECOND. THIS IS WHY THE STOCK MARKET SHOT UP ON MONDAY THIS WEEK, AFTER A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME ON SUNDAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. EVERY TIME THEY FUCK WITH ME BIG TIME ON A SUNDAY, THE MARKET SHOOTS WAY UP THE FOLLOWING WEEK, AND IT BEGINS ON THE FIRST OPENING MOTHER FUCKING DAY! THEY WOULD HAVE SCORED MUCH HIGHER IF NAUT FOR MY TELLING ALL THE SECRETS RECENTLY IMPARTED, AND ON THIS BLOG, A LOT MORE SHIT IS GONNA' GET FUCKING TOLD ALSO, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:





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 that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT since July first in 2019, WITH MAJOR UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR OFF THE SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY POOR FRAIL ELDERLY BODY, MAJOR BUILDING AND NEIGHBORHOOD ENEMIES, IN AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT FROM DONALD TRUMP; 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-QP4 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.





































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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P





























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