MY
PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020
8:51
PM, WEDNESDAY, 10 JUNE, 2020
NOTE
1
SUPER
MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR
SUPER
MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE ASSAULT AND TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE
The
day was totally quiet and okay, until approximately a quarter past
six this cunt chewing evening, when all of total hell broke out,
DOGTOWN as I know its name to be in Astrality. Here is what happened
and then MAGGIE will do a major mother fucking counterstrike. All
I can say is that if either lovely Nancy 'P' or wonderful
Trump-challenging Sir VP, ever can get this note, I beg either of you
or both of you to please try and help me against this monstrous
vicious unspeakable tyranny, being done to me by these
henchmen of Trump and his PEEPS (henchmen, goons, whatever's) who are
and have been perpetrating unmentionable shit against me and to me
for countless years and days now, getting scott free away with it,
and laughing all the way to the WHITE HOUSE,
and the WALL STREET!
Mister
Mexico brutally assaulted me with the loudest blaring subs attack
ever and it went on until just shy of half past eight, nearly two and
one third hours of wall shaking persecution and harassment. I went
out and had to go out again because he would not turn it off or down
at all. While out, I was followed and stalked, someone damaged my
vehicle, and someone has done something to my government cellphone as
well. The last time persecution was this bad was on a really down day
of the markets or when it was done and then it closed way up
following the ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT ON ME. Mister Mexico has his subs
situated in such a way that even when blasted to hell, it is barely
heard anywhere else other than right on my apartment wall, making
anyone go completely insane. As stated, when he moved in here to unit
#605 next door to me in #607, I knew right away without the smallest
bit of fucking doubt, just what was up. Just as the Maintenance peeps
helped that horrible monster bitch PLAYBOY BUNNY move in to that
apartment below me at ROBIN HILL in the early nineteen-eighties, the
same exact shit happened here. I witnessed the maintenance peeps
helping this prick move in here as well, and I
KNEW THEN I WAS FUCKING TOAST, SENATOR BIDEN, AND CONGRESSWOMAN
PELOSI. I ABSOLUTELY KNEW THAT I WAS TOTALLY FRIED DAMN
TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!! There's nothing whatever magical about my
knowing stuff. It is based on sound logic and reasoning, and totally
established patterns from lots of past OTAMMIC-M2F behaviors. There
is nothing here at all that can be left to anyone's goddamn
imagination.
While
out the first of the two times, towards the end of the
time-killing-errands-route
or TIKER as I may refer in future notes
to in abbreviation, that same privater airplane that has two long
white wings with jet black tips on the ends of them, stalked me while
I parked and walked over to the DOLLAR STORE to get a few
staple-grocery items. Also, lots of other airplanes were watching and
stalking me and I could hear them all come out of nowhere to buzz me.
The Police Parking Lot and LOBBY AREA are still
closed due to the mother fucking CVGP shituation with the
social-distancing policies in force throughout the nation and the
state of Florida. I cannot move out of here as no rental
offices are open to take applications, nor are any cashier check
places to allow the credit checks to be done. So
I am stuck in this 'PLAYBOY BUNNY 2 HELLISHNESS', totally
forced to re-live and repeat my fucking late 1982 ROBIN HILL
BUNNY-WHORE 1801 UNIT disaster.
For
short, I am now in PB2 Hellishness.
I
tried while out, to call my landline voice message system with my
government cellphone, and somehow it got fucking screwed with. Either
some prick maintenance enemy here in Public Housing Authority broke
in here and screwed with it while I was sleeping, or it was done by
some electronic wizardry trick of the Black File Agency System of
America's mighty alphabet soup secret agencies of the MAJ-12-PEEPS;
oh Mister Childress, and Professor Michio NYU Kaku, you great
intellectual sirs out there somewhere!!!!!!!!! Some mother fuckign
prick broke my blower motor in my car and the low settings wil work
but the higher ones make a deafening sound, and my mechanic told me
that he can fix it but it won't be real cheap. Hey, what is real
cheap? You can't even buy a pack of fucking chewing gum for less than
currency any longer. Change is only good for its name, making change.
Try actually buying anything for nickels or dimes or quarters ant
more. On top of all of this, the mother fucking price of gasoline has
shot way up again, at least twenty cents a gallon in my town in just
a couple of weeks for crissake, but nobody says fuckign cunt boo
about it on the goddamn news reports, do they, yo?
FBI,
I know why the enemy broke the car fan motor. They didn't like my
passing out some new tracts giving out my blog address to read my
blogs on, you know,
I
knew when I did it that the WOMO-M2F would fuck with my car, and they
did, ACLU, and WC@H.
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 THIS DEATH
ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON
THIS SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR 10 JUNE OF 2020,
WITH 100%
POWER
APLLIED AGAINST MISTER
UNIT #605 MEXICO,
AND ALSO IF THE STOCK MARKET DROPPED A LOT TODAY; THEN ALL
ICPE-APE-TECH PEEPS WHO WERE BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME,
WITH MAJOR
SKY
AERIAL STALKING, GROUND
SOLDIER WETWORK,
PROPERTY
DAMAGE,
and
that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike on me since August 15 of 1986;
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.
I
have done a whole lot of soul searching and that day at my fucking
Cifaloglio
guard
job where I was led to
find that magazine article with Summer and
Carey, is my total proof positive, that all of these people
are indeed behind my woes and miseries, despite DGS of course, now
departing this wonderful dick licking veil of tears eight years back.
Peeps into what I am into are not limited any
longer to the mortal illusions of life and death or time or matter,
or any of it, Sir A.E., and if you were here right now and
alive, you could and I will bet you would, confirm that for me to the
goddamn mother fucking world, yo!
THE
GODDAMN DOOR ATTACKS ARE STARTING UP AT 9:30!
PUBLIC
HOUSING IS A SHITHOLE TIMES INFINITY!
THE
END OF NOTE 1
I
WILL RUN AWAY WITH JUST MY CLOTHES!
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