BLOG TWEET 2022-E

I've gone through mother fucking total hell (DOGTOWN) ever since July ended and my rental assistance program was cancelled. This set up some new horrendous magnetics for me that are off the scale monstrous, but the 18th day of september was the true start of a new bear in my turd chewing life that words cannot even remotely hope to properly express, YO peeps!!!!!!!!! The storm was survived with just some fucking awning damage to my residence and the landlord, Mister Mike got back from New Hampshire just in time to effect repairs on it this morning. Over the past days since my last blog, I was assaulted with major Havana death weaponry causing uncontrollable bowell blow out and a major clean up job all over the place as a mother fucking result. The enemies alsohave been messing with my video player over the past several shit eating days, freezing it up and causing weird screens to appear on my goddess damn television monitor. And somehow some one or some thing Mister Shatner Captain sir, got into my place while I was out and ripped my good jump suit that I wear unless out on errands, and I mean it just was ripped up as if a goddess damn big dog was let loose and chewed up the entire right leg of it, it makes no earthly sence at all.But in all honesty, no one broke in and I must confess that I was mistaken and glad that I never reported it to thepolice. My landlord told me that what I saw at my front door did in fact have a rational mortal world explanation. Some damn ass things weelwee do, and I love being wrong on shit like this, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all of this an dother continuous bull fuckingshit has caused my magnetics to go straight to cunt licking hell, and a roulette system that has made me a lot of money on paper since last middle November, CRASHED AND BURNED FOREVER THIS PUSSY SNIFFING MOUUUUUUUURNING, or maybe this MOANIN-MOANIN-MOANIN, all great Christian counselors all over the place who all had major motivations along with many others, for me never to be hypnotized back last cock knocking century, me' peeps!!!!!!!!!! Yes I lost 5,000 dollars this morning on paper and this was more than I made in nearly a year playing on the green quarter gaming chip hypothetical level. i NOEW HAVE SUFFERED THROUGH 3 STRAIGHT 'BOTBARS', and no, NAUT BOBARS, Mizz Errortype AT&T Blake of 1983. Well, I can tell things now that in total honesty would begin a chain of mother fucking events that could in all honesty lead to the great war, and that would lead to the alternative of the KAKU-JUMP, that is from a type-0 civilization to the great and illustrious type number one!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not do this. I could and if you doubt me, you are all total fucking asshole fools out here. For now let me just say that the past thirteen days now with today beingthe current of a grouping of thirteen, my magnetic percentage for botbars has climbed to a life fucking threatening 77%, 13 bots times 100 for a percentage and divided by total days of the group or 13, and we get 77. As for the entire month of 9-22, this final 30th day is closed and that happened at 5 this morning B4 it even got light out fucking outside. Factoring in my age as opposed to half my life ago at age 34, Captain Kirk sir, and my September MPB closed out at a whopping horrible fucking 43%. All year, other months, bad as shit was for goddamn me, the MPB's for each month were as follows: Jan-35, Feb-18, Mar-32, Apr-10, May-32, Jun-6, Jul-16, Aug-23. Now in Sep we jumped to an inhuman fucking 43% Botbar. This is nearly DOUBLE the damn ass average of the other previous months, and at my age this is cunt licking killing me, no, make that MURDERING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As for trying to beat the odds and advance in life, this is a study of mine for decades now, since reaching the conclusion that the only possible explanation for my life as Mark Wayne Mohr is that I'm the chosen Huntington in a 3,000 year old family fucking curse. Many peeps would not get instantly switched for using "DIVINATION' processes, Patty HHH type or math stats type, as Moses if alive in 2022 would tell you all as Diana has told me while in deep astral-plane trances, Absolute Gravitation (GOD) as you would all say out there on this puny whittle pwanet; sees it all as "divination" or in a realer truth, unwillingness of parts of its created beingness to rely on IT and only IT,not ever asking the stars or the algarhyths for answers. Well peeps, that is total fucking shit. There is no bearded loving grand daddy in the sky, an dthe great ECK MASTERS know this only too damn ass well. Books were written by some of them like Mister Twitchel who dared to try going straight to AG and he found out what this all powerful thing is all about, anbd it ain't about loving anything. Only its traveling 'B' copy can learn what it's like out in IT'S creation, develop a human personality, live amongst us, (the word becomming flesh), my words are not made up YO, this is all 100% mother fucking totally biblical!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anything used to try and beat the odds to improve one's station here on this physical plane, be it a gambling system, using trances to shut off human awareness and travel in our spirit (energy), all of it, it is divination, that is how AG sees it and it is an abomination to IT. On the Astral Plane IT comes to me as lovely giant Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, calls me THAT BOY and tells me that SHE loves me. What a bunch of fucking total bullshit. When jerk off total scum like Trump is endlessly blessed by this being while I am CHOSEN to be endlessly cursed, THAT'S love, Mizz Turner, principles or recording artists, YO????????????????????????????????????????????? Wanna' fuckin' gimme' a bweak, Sir Elmer Fwuuuud, YO??????????????????????????? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The minute any of us practive 'divination', we are set to receive, sooner or later, an assault by the Lawtron Cops. It is an automatic system that just works by itself, and no rock songs of 1980 or 1981 need to be made up to screw with my words. I used parallel event in 1986 at the New Jersey casinos. Within half a year, the lawtron police force if you will, dictated and totally controlled by "HALLS FAWCES" of the 7th dimension Professor Kaku, not only stopped me by switching me into alternate realities that caused me to alter my behavior and begin gambling and doing stupid things such as mainly betting weak parallel events that lost more than they won,m getting me to stack chips after losing bets, and then pow, I got my threat cut, just as my song lyrics said at the start of 1987, huh oh great Copyright Office examiners?????????????????????????? But even if I used the ultimate cheat method of playing one long game and using simple algarhyths to tell me which 5 numbers to play at each new game, I know "THEY" could switch me into new alternate worlds where every aton is the exact same all over this entire fucking cunt galaxy EXCEPT for all the roulette numbers that never had come out B4 back in the world I was in B4 and hence, my so-called hot numbers would become mysteriously worthless, OVERNIGHT, literally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now my information is so powerful, that if I was not placed INTENTIONALLY ON A CRACK POT LIST by human-forces under "THEIR" control, World War III could literally begin within twelve hours. I am not making this up. This info taken seriously, AND MISUSED, by the wrong peeps, and it would B total fucking curtains for this world. Now there is a whole lot more shit going on involving my incredible family and why both COOLEY HALL had to happen as well as why I had 2B sent to it for my education. There also was the absolute need for me to meet up with a 33 degreed MASON in November of 1985. Also 1802 Robin Hill Apartments was an absolute necessity for me to live at, as well as RPL Studio was a total necessity for me to be working at the same time. This set forth major provadenia and events that have no worldly explanation. Even the great huge pile of records one day in late October of 1980 and the asshole driver who was destined to pull out in front of me forcing me to slam on me' breaks and making the pile of vinal records fall all over the place and get resorted into a new pile. Without that happening the odds that I would ever have done many life changing things would be millions to one against. Also, contrart to what many fucking peeps firmly believe, my post oh-eight blogs are not just mainly MC blog. It does appear this way, but provadenia works quite outlandishly most of the time. Lab technicians are part of this as well, as the great Social Security system knows only too well, placing me on SS-Disability the first time I applied for it when I told their shrinks that I was a 23rd century Lab-Tech named Arthur Zeejins from the World Laboratory of New Jersey, located where today the great illustrious Haddon Hills apartments are situatd and where I lived between ages nine and fourteen. Then there was a fifth dimensional connection to lab-techs with both my daughter and the great disco queen, Mizz DAGS. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass old 06-08 blogs BUTT, and later on 2010 word hacks at far away libraries and in-between the great and precious project, despite all of this dog-shit and much more, there are so many larger and greater connctions to the profession of lab-technicians and my 'DREAMS' of them with powerful connections to 5th-D doubles of me (my doppelgangers), and getting into it all could take lifetimes and this might allow this world to make the great jump and escape the JOA that perhaps a few far away other worlds have most likely failed to do, (JUMP OR ARMAGEDDON). Why my kid in the real waking world did what she did is anyone's guess. BUTTTTTTT folks, she did it. I was told that the voice exemplar is dead on from the Glitter movie where she says "Is this a DATE", with "causing a general BREAK down of your body". The second part is a private phone conversation from 1984. You all know the other part from the show. I did not invent voice exemplar comparisons nor did I make up the result. Still, when I moved to fucking Florida in December of 2009 and within a year got a copy of the 2009 project, this is when after watching it two times, I could not believe my ears as she spoke certain words. Like I said, and anyone out here can ask the great A&E CHANNEL, I have an ear for things, and I know what I know. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Very soon I will be blogging from home as I have tons of Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things to discuss, and Lab Techs are a very important part, so big that I know with no doubt in my mind at all Sir Professoe M. Kaku, that this is all what could allow the jump, or cause us to perish in the JOA anahilation by the gods of the Planck time, and B4 any one of you laugh too damn ass loudly, YO, remember that Mister Planck was struck by Diana Zuudlocronessia Arteemis who you Earthers all know as LIGHTNING, and afterwords, SHE revealed powerful truths of HER WORLD, the great ASTRAL PLANE, the Timeless Purgatory, oh Sir Pope. Yes Pope Sir, your emminence, I left the great windy Marhouse, but winds here in Florida can indeed also B quite powerful and scarey, YO Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for extending me ten minutes of time, Sir Library Computer system, I can now print me' whittle bwog!!!!!!!!!!!!! In time the intelligent peeps out here will know for sure that I am not a nut job crack pot as the internet calls me on their WFMU-hate-page called, "Crackpots from New Jersey". We will B telling HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE secrets about the parallel world of Starburn ODC of 1986, Russians and Star Trek Russicans, and the greatDoctor Carey and her assistant at the Atlantica Medical Center of parallel-world 1986, Doctor DA Gaines, only she doesn't get her MD license until 1992. Doctor Carey however and the fictional Doogie Houser are a whole other story, and thank the gods I'll be able to blog from home B4 the next month is out, as I cannot keep fighting the clock as there is just too mother fucking much to tell with these damn ass timne constraints, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________ As the little L&O-SVU SAVANT would say so well, "THE END", but I'll B-BAUCHHHHHHKK, Sir Muscleboy Guv!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

BLOG TWEET 2022-D

I do not know if it is MIND CONTROL HACK on me or a direct machine hack but B4 on 2 occassions now my title keeps fucking out as 2020 followed by the ltetter, and they all are either 2020 A-B-C-D, and this one is 'D'. Last night at right around five in the evening I took a major nasty-ass plane attack at my residence. WEIN-WEIN-WEIN-WEIN, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------________________________________________________------------------------------------___________________________________________ I am getting a way huger amount of mother fucking air assaults than when I resided back at the PEE-HA-BUILDING. Another reportable bizarre beyond event that happened to me shortly after my move is thissssssssssssssssssssssss, Lovely 1983 AMC-Mizz Erica Snakes, mahm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you all know, when we move it is mandatory to get a driver license that shows our new address, and in this day of photo ID, new pix are taken of us. Some weird beyond shit happened when I did this and can only be explained by an age-progression program. Anyone able to do so, look it up. I look eighty fucking years old on this weird new license. Hey, I am not saying I stilllook twenty or even forty, but YO, I do not look like this, oh Sir Eric of all passport photos everywhere, and especially back in Hammonton, New Jersey in 2008 while residing with the great King family, and this story is most definitely on many of my prior blogs from my earlier days in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. Yes Eric if you're reading this from me' ol' HARVEST OUTREACH ORG days, history does repeat itself, and yes Mister Belcher Munch, Virginia Avenue 401 Waterworks and retirement plans, there really is and definitely "WAS" on 3/1/75, a (SANTA CLAUS), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!---------___________________________________________________________________________________________---------------------------------------------________________________________________________ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic, WIPE OT ALL ENEMIS THAT ARE PERSECUTING ME DAY AND NIGHT, CAUSING ME A HORRENDOUS PRIOR TWO WEEKS DEATH SIEGE, AND DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, and use all general and special orders and both ZD and AD technologies. All orders, all scans, do what you need, I want to see major counterstrikes, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, and STOP! ---------------------------------_____________________________________________________________________-------------------------_____________________________________________________ Now let me tell all of you that there was a reason for this recent assault. I am working on a soon 2B (C) project, and have been since late May of last year, beginning about three months or so after my move out of the PEE-HA nightmare. This is not like my prior epitome of harassment tapes of 1988 and 1989. We are now on C-90 cassette tape 322, all 'B' sides are even numbers, hence we are talking so far a project that's 161 tapes long at ninety minutes each, you do the mother freaking mathematics, Dave Leigh Smithand all lovely dauts everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Recently I have been on the magicaltopic that these fucking cunt lapping OTAMMITES despise and detest. Dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons, the true magical trilogy of the damn ass cosmos, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I went more and more into EGG HARBOR and all the effects of this place on me through many decades of time, the enemy otammite's POURED IT ON, and gave me a huge 6-day death siege, and although the past weekend was a bit better, they made yesterday-Monday a another quintessentially truly bad ass day me' peeps. Yes Sir Kaku the super brain says that information cannot be sent back or across 4-5 dimensionallity, and physiucally this is true. Energy has no electron-mass, he knows this. If we cut out skulls open, we cannot see us, or our beingness, since it is not inside the gray matter or anywhere else that we humans have a clue about. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass non-Monique BUTT folks; a way more complicated 'Incollinco's Egg Harbor City White Horse Pike Grocery Store and vanilla-chocolate cupcakes switches, and other me's who don't have any fear of NJ Law Enforcement or keeping their Auto-Registration current and in legal status' deal surrounds this wild hyperspace ride. If I want to tell the universe my story with all of this, I am a mother fucking free goddamn American, and I will do so, like or it naut, all you mother fucking turd swallowing fart sniffers out there who seemingly have various amouns and types of vested interests in keeping my mouth shut and my story silenced, BRO!!!!!!!! ___________________________________________________-------------------------------------------_________________________________________________ Things that are in our waking world (3-D) reality are sectioned off by not time and hyperspace, but rather by motivations of sentient beings and their various attempts at succeeding at their goals in their human lives. CHEATING is not permitted by the Lawtrons of the 7th dimension, and when the MIND REALM of various thoughts begin to collude inside a sentient being to try and do something that's in fucking violation of LAWTRONICS or the (natural order) as humans call this based on physical laws, then switching is done by a sort of automatic system inside of the elevator-room, that's also known as (AKA) the 6th dimension by my Morianity discourses. You see, whatever is leading up to doing actual events is first recognized by Lawtronics as motivation to violate natural laws to accomplish the goal or not to violate, sort of the same machine language used to make our internet and computer world work with zeros and ones that the machine sees as voltage on verses voltage off. This then goes onto a allow sophisticated software programs to be written by intelligent programmers, and this then leads to all of our great technological advancements in modern society. Nothing I say or tell you all abou tis craziness, it is all based on powerful truths, some perhaps well advanced from average known mainstream things of the year 2022. Still this doesn't nullify its reality. Think of a 4-D, 5-Dinformation transfer more as an energetic truth and not connected in any way whatsoever with physicality and mass. When mass reaches nearly half of a quintillion miles per hour, it no longer has cohesiveness. Now Mass no longer is confined by natural laws of confinement or containment, and thus the Lawtronic systems automatically need to kick in so that when peeps play with things like the 'Patty-Fascitar' or the great ancient I-Ching, it is fully permitted, up to the point when a motivation to use this to cheat the physical systems, and then you are stopped by this process of automatic policing for lack of a better way for me to try and explain this to anyone in this 21st century. In the case of the 2008 WS Baseball situation, if I had tried to cheat, this would be already known in the energy realm where there is no time dimension as there is no more confinement, so I would have been automaticsally switched to a world where I upon awakening, was now in some localized 5th dimensionalyperspace where the Phillies would have lost. If you take a vigintillion localized parallel worlds, half of them would be the exact same in all other aspects down to the dust on some old lady's coffee table in Bountiful, Utah, USA, and the only thing different in one half verses the othe half would be that the Phillies lost in half of them, and they won in half of them. The switch would merely automatically have hurled me into any one of the virtually limitless worlds where they lost and there was no victoiry parade on Broad Street except for the 'dream-memory'- inside of my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT, is truth, alllovely dauts, and all others out here remotely mother hucking interested in me' ol' words, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! --------------------------------------------____________________________________________________________________________________________ There really are countless other universes where they lost as well as won, yet the only thing different besides that one final sporting event is ZERO. Not another atom is out of place. If this does naut give you all a small concept of the true mother fucking enormity of the 5th dimension, I don't know what could, YO!But why did my X-son in law seemingly give me this dream, some may be asking? Well, he didn't. It wasn't him at all that did this. It was my own spirit (energy) that activated through the 'DREAM-CHANNEL'. Nothing more, and nothing less. Now if you ask me why lovely PHHH came from W-Heights to ACNJ-USA on the 28th day of June in 1969 and over to Schiff's Central Pier and seemingly got in with my beach-pal Ziggy and his friends, now THAT is a horse of a totally different color. That happened right here in what our physical world sociological system calls the 'natural order'. We'll get a lot more into the things that indeed do have fully waking world reasons for happening and where real accountability needs to be applied to real tangible human beings, but right now I only have time to end the blog and post up, not even print right now today. Also I have a total nut case in the library annoying lots of peeps, and why they don't call 911 and have him exited is anyone's best guess. Thank you Mister computer system of the county library, as they just gave me an auto extention of ten minutes. I'll use it only to tell you all that a nasty ass tropical storm will be coming through Fort Pierce. It is a type-3 HN that is predicted to make #4 status later, and we could get some heavy rains and wind gusts today and tomorrow. I'll tell you all a lot more about things that occurred during my down time, my last days at the HELL-BLDG and my early days where I am living now, and how some peeps I haven't talked about yet fit ito a lot of things, right down to a relative of lovely opionion-permitted Mashell Daniels from the great and illustrious RPL Sound Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dream channels are beyond fascinating, as some of them are originated as a result of our past and our repressed memories as we all know fully well, right down to what happened to me on the morning of October 5th of 2008, and it is all on my old blogs, accessable by links on earlier pages on this blog from 2012-2020.-----------------------___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This crazy turd eater is driving me nuts and my time is almost over, so I'll do a little Katy-Savant L&O-SVU girl here and just say, "THE END", but yes Governor Arnie Muscles, I most certainly will indeed "B-BAUCH", me' kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLOG TWEET 2020-C

I was struck very emmereffing hard yesterday, Friday with another cell-hone OTAMMIC ASSAULT, YO!!!!!!!! I am riding the DOGTOWN_WAVE of 6-STRAIT BOBARS NOW and am working on number goddamn 7.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I use these lines as this is the only way that I know of to separate my paragraphs and not have these blogs come outas one long boring text-wall, YO BRAH!!!!!! Eventually, I hope to get some help with formatting but until then, and since I am on a time constraint, the blogs WILL HAVE a lot of punctuation and spelling errors, so-sahwee Mister Japanese Ambassador of pre-WWII. Yeah I know that I fucked up on the title of prior blog title by saying 2020 instead of BLOG TWEET 2022-B, and now this is C. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Providence is a powerful section of what my MORIANITY calls "LAWTRONICS". This is what causes a lot of things to happen in a 5th dimensional crossover that would not have happened, butfor some weird and totally unexplainable series of events by an invisible force, or as we call it, "HALLS-FAWCES"! Things like grabbing the wrong bag of cassette tapes when you are absolutely positive that you got the right one out of two bags, most definitely qualifies. This is how BonJovi's 2nd cuzz Sir Anthony was able to my fish song's harmony vocal track at his great and now defunct 'Avalon Recording Studio', that is defunct in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, as I believe they now are in Pompano Beach, Florida, USA. But way more is involved in this part of Lawtronics called "Providence", Mister Puten calls it provadenia, but what's in a name, Sir Billy Shakespeare Sir??????????????????????? There were a lot more things going on than just a wrong bag of tapes being grabbed, am I correct, lovely Oprah Winfrey. By the way, you go girl, I have your entire talk show collection, WOW, you really are quite a lady, but you also were a big part of a truly cosmic deal, am I right Sir V. Putin, sir??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dry throats, lymphatic glandular systems, strange and mysterious medical disorders, and then we have the unexplained connection to the dream channel's seeming obsession with one particular profession of the medical industry, good ol' (LAB-TECHNICIANS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, oh great People's Mag, we had the lovely Latengrate Mizz Donna Gaines Summer, and then we get me' daut. Oh Patty, oh-oh- Patty, huh ol' pal Sir Carl Carlton? Dream channels when they connect up in a lock or merge between two worlds, have a lot more strange effects than bullshit like Spock's great beard on Star Trek, and wall mirrors and magic telephones, am I correct or NAUT, Mizz Ross and Mizz Blake of AT&T, well Mizz Blake aniwho?????????????????????????????????? But just what gives with the great Disney movies that we all know and love called, EGG HARBOR SCHOOLS, well, n initials anyway, we know it more in this waking realm as HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, do we fucking naut, Mizz Blake??????????? No the initials match ONLY when we use the name of the school in the Disney movies, it was called EAST HIGH. We also know that many strange thins GO ON IN EGG HARBOR CITY, do we not, and I do mean (5th dimensionally). All my damn ass life I have had powerful spurious and beyond outlandish dreams where I am in Egg Harbor City either walking or driving or even on a bus or in another person's car, and always am looking for "some strange school" for which my waking world mind was always completely clueless as to why upon awakening. Yet these dreams would recurr over and over and over again, decade after decade, that is until finally residing with the great almighty KING CLAN in late summer time of 2008. Another weird Lawtronic law seems to be that dream locks go on until the connection is at a certain point in BOTH of the two REALITIES, then the 'DREAMS' STOP. I've read this same thing in several books, yes dream books, but my point is that I'm not the only one who has made this goddamn fucking major ass discovery, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ But things go so much deeper than this surface shit folks. Whoopie Goldberg plays the part of an alien named Gynan of the SS Enterprise in the fictional TV-show called Star Trek, and in a particular episode whose title escapes me right now, she said to Picard the captain of the ship, "I don't have alternate biographies of the 'karu'. She meant the transdimensional channel of parallel universes. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, she did appar to have MEMORIES of a larger than 3-reality around her, such as in the episode calld, "TIME'S ARROW". She told Picard that if he did not go on the 'away mission', he would never even meet her (time equation) as well as (hyperspace equation), as this would then involve a time change and since atoms are locked so that any reverse motion through time would split things into another fan blade of atomic-cosmos so to speak. I too have had many of these things happen to me only this ain't no mother fucking SYFY TV SHOW. THIS IS VERY DAMN ASS REALE, SIR TOM, non-major from old sixties rock songs, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I remember distinctly being in that house on Middles Road in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG back in either late 2008 or early in 2009 and seeing lovely Ashley Tisdale of HSM, and someone was advertising the Disney movie, maybe their newest #3 movie but I do not know for sure, but she was singing a song and the melodie is still fresh in my mind and the lyrics on one bar that ended with my 'BURN WITH FIRE' 1969 lyrices, "THRILL AND JOY". Only this has been removed from my reality now, as I have recently purchased all three HSM Disney movies, suffered through them all, and there is no sign of Mizz Tisdales thrill and joy song, right Mister Chrichton Sir??????????????????????????????????? If I am wrong and anyone wishes to comment, please do YO. It was naut on any part of original, #2, or #3, and my library says there is no HSM-4. These things are caused because of EXPLORATRONIC TRAVELERS, and I know this for an absolute fucking cunt lapping fact, BRO!!!!!!_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Do all these things connect up with 1969? You bet your monkey's uncle's asshole they do. Just as in my 1969 song written because of what lovely PHHH did to me under Schiff's Centrral Pier and not Sciff's, sahwee for the damn typo yo; this is all why I was destined to work at RPL, do all my goddamn bizzare to the tenth power demo recordings, end up with a wild and unexplainavle throat and gland condition, have magical cassette tapes land in my mother's possession from the desk of lovely PHHH, who by the way if I never told you B$ peeps, my mom and Patty did not meet at my mom's office until one or two years after my Atlantic City meet with scrumptious Patricia-Patricia-Patricia. The mind blocks out many powerful gruesome things, for sake of all of our mother fucking sanities, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Do you know another fourteen year old girl who can give great clear driving instructions? I for damn sure don't, me' kind fwolks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still on the concentric end of things, certain peeps like Gynan and myself appear to be blesses/cursed with other strange abilities beyond just memories not limited to the 3rd dimensional normal curves of reality. When my spirit landed inside one of my doppelgangers back in the start of September of 2008 and was with NC and went up to Boston, MAUSAESMWG and felt that nice heater unit on that cool morning, if I had tried to profit on this by placing a wager, let's say selling my cash surrender value on my Prudential life Insurance Policy and cashing it out for five grand, then bet it at some number runner corner, I would have been switched so that I woke up in a near parallel or localized hyperspace world where the 2008 WS would have come out where the other team had won. It is the MOTIVE and success of accomplishing a goal that is Lawtronically measured in the 4-5 dimensionla system, and in the mind realm above this, a cut off switch just waits for anyone to try andbreak the rules. I learned all of this how, you may be wondering. Through years of playing Roulette at the ACNJ casinos, and then a little bit of asking Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis if I am just going cazy or is this shit that seems incredible, truely for real. I FOUND OUT IT IS, and I am willingly sharing this info with the goddamn civilization of this planet to try and stay a little fbit in the favor of ABSOLUTE GRAVITATION. It seems to hate me so fucking damn ass much!!!! I am now out of time, andlater we will further explore all of this and much much mother fucking ore, me' peeps out here, YO!!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Blog Tweet 2020-B

My prior blog was Tweet 2022-A. This stupid thing on the new blogger won't let me do formats and it all comes out no matter what I do as one huge unbroken wall of text. When someone shows me how to format it so that blogger takes it, I will do it. Until then, lots of spelling errors will be here sao bear with me as I am also on a time constraint at a public terminal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I tried using a liune to separate this paragraph but doubt it will work, computers do what they fucking do and there is nothing at all we dummies can do about it and no one ever wishes to take the needed time to help us old dumb mother fucking bastards, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fell under even a greater DEATH SIEGE FROM DOING MY LAST BLOG BACK YESTERDAY, and this was obviously because I struck some OTAMMITE phony-funny bones. WEIN? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What I will be doing is purchasing a little drive plug or whatever they call it and reuse it by deleting prior work each time I come in so that I only spend the five bucks one time. I print out my blog at the end so for less than a buck I will have my hard-world copy, and I won't be under a time rush since I can type on different seesions and then eventually post up a finished and checked-4-punctuation single blog each time when it is finally completed, yo. So here is what they mother fucking did to me wile I was out at this library yesterday, FORT PIERCE COPS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sOME SON OF A CUNT EATING BITCHTRIED TO BREAK INTO MY TRAILER AND DAMAGED MY LANDLORD'S FRONT DOOR. I TOLD THE OFFICE THIS MORNING, AND A REPORT TO THE POLICE FOR INSURANCE PURPOSES AND DAMAGE WILL BE TAKEN THIS AFERNOON WHAN i GET BACK HOME, BUT DOIING THIS MOTHER FUCKING BLOG takes cunt lapping total priority, yo yo yo yo yo, MY brah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then arund a few minutes shy of six this turd sniffing morning peeps, the pricks assaulted mne with a major wireless phone harassment and my letter to the FCC is now in the US-MAIL. I wrote one back last year complainoing about what COMCAST was doing tome, and it made things way better, now I am not even with them as I no longer could afford it and was glad to be rid of those entertainment fucking world bastards, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These new assaults are amber alerts or emergency broadcast alerts and it won't stop SUPER-LOUD BUZZING, and keeps doing it no matter what I do. T-MOBILE showed me how to cancel it only it works there in their fucking cunt swallowing store but then next time in my goddamn trailer, nothing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I accidentally hit a wrong key now and the library lady had to get me back onto me' whittle mother fuken' bwog page. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir CHESTER-FRANK. I know you're all wondering why I do not jump off the fucking cut eating Empire State Building and just get this nightmare endless shit HUNTINGTON CURSE overwith. Well, I refuse to give these shit eating pricks that last bit of power, Sirs Ed Green Detective and CP shooter Dennis Hypothetical Troup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dats YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ GIVE ME A BREAK people. I've had the worst 4-DAY DEATH ASSAULT NOW FROM CALI-CAREY-OTAMM IN WELL OVER A SOLID CUNT EATING YEAR NOW PEEPS! Here is my revenge, first a maggie counterstrike, AKA a MCS on buture bwogging texts, Mister Fwudd. Then a little rat-tat tattle tailing no matter how many slippery showers seem to endlessly exist at Rikers Island Manhattan Jail and for that matter, all other jails and prisons everywhere. If these cunt eating shits would leave me goddamn alone, Sir Pope, Sir World Court in the Hague, and Washington DC-USA Capitol workers; then I would gladly go my 'merry' little way, but we all know they won't ever stop persecuting and destroying my pathetic pitiful puny inocent life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ We all remember the 2008 World Series, the roadtrip that I went on with Mister Ching and Mister Cannon up to Boston, Mass, USA, and my being blung 30 days or so into the goddamn future and seeing the damn Broad Street victory parade in Philly a monthB4 it actually went down. We all know that unexplainable events by the cunt eating thousands go on around me with absolute and total regularity. This is not going to work, as there is a limited time and this was the change made and why my long blogs no longer work, this is a true violation of my speech freedoms, YO! Now here is a wild new thing. Even though the scroll line seems to stop me, the system keeps working as I keep typing. But I'll be dollars to donuts that this is why long cut and paste texts stopped working back in 2020 when fucking BLOGGER made trhese new software alterations. No way this is the same world from where I USED TO GODDAMN BE ON AND BEFORE THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST BACK IN THE YEAR OF 1986!!!!!!!!!! Things are beyond senseless and stupid. But it goes far beyond just this, and Joseph Paget from Roadway knows this only too goddamn well. I had nightmares about being persecuted on my Assurance Wireless cellphone B4 it ever starting happening, back earlier in the late spring or early summer of this year. Just like Nick and Ching taking me to Boston, POW, it did fall into my consciousness and my SPACE-TIME-MIND ILLUSION, and yes I typed in on BLOG-A, morion, I meant MOTION, as you all know, the 'T' key and the 'R' key are side by side. Information cannot be "Sent back into time or across 5th dimensional hypersapace" says the great famous TV guy and NYC Professor, Michio Kaku. Whatever you say buddy Melanie-208 and Haddonfield destruction Gerard Styles "musician" Haddonwood 1802 Dave Smith crazy-dreams from COOLEY HALL days, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO YO, JUST HOW DID MY CONSCIOUS MIND KNOW A FEW DAYS SHY OF SATURDAY, JUNE 28TH OF 1969 TO WRITE A SONG SAYING that "Something 'weelee bwa' was gonna' happen toi me", YO ZIGMUND SCIFF MALESKA, and Sir Elmer FWWWWWUDDDD?????????!!!!!!!!! Oh the memories came flooding back after I moved, I was off by one week, it was when PH came back for her 2nd visit to ACNJUSAESMWG in the very end of July, this is when this caused my huge conscious repressed memories to stare at theose murals my mom bought over at the Foodfair Store of great oceanic scenes, this is when I would stare at them on my bedroom wall and kept saying for no good reason over and over again, "Patricia-Patricia-Patricia", and this is all on my old blogs from my first two years of blogging back in New Jersey in 2006 and 2007. Info can be sent back in a form of spirit-energy, and we di it all the time, and we call it 'dreaming'. We send our spirit into many virtually unlimited other copies of ourselves living entirely different lives, and this seems to be "DREAMING" as we mortals have been calling this strange type of I-CHING shit for thousands of damn years now. Info can be sent back in time as well as through the interdimensional channel between alternate worlds, but not in any useful way, due to something called LAWTRONICS. If anyone ever tried to profit from it, it would automatically be switched in complex ways, and these things eventually after enough years of life, leave humans with Dementia and Altheimers and other mind deteriorating disorders. All memory loss and all disease both mind and body is an illusion. The complexity here goes beyond Kaku, but he does seem to understand the JUMP and the Armagetten Sybdrom of why if indeed other cultures are out there, long B4 a needed intelligence could arrive, the gods of the astral planck time anahllite us one way or another, so in our primitive space travel days, we cannot fight the distances between the worlds, so alien contact remains DREAM WORLD reality, ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must exit now or all will be lost. I have had 4 of the worst back-2-back days of my entire mother fucking life now, and maybe I won't survive too much goddess damn longer people!!!!!

I do not know if this will work. Haven't tried to do my blog for ovr two years now.One day when I tried to post, it no longer worked, maybe due to hacking enemies and maybe due to W-7 old style software on my comp. who can effing know? I am at the local library just like back in friggin' 2010. History repeats itself and as I typed this history sure does. I hit the insert key and nobody could show me how to un-fuck it up, so I had to delete a bunch of things and start again, how I love goddamn computers, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is a brief synopsis of me' ol' life since me' last whittle bwogs, kind peeps out here. I won't tell you where I am now residing, only that I did manage to leave the PEE-HA nightmare DOGTOWN BUILDING where I lived for ten straight years. My date of moving was good ol' Valentine's Day f 2021. There is no working SPELL-CHECK program here, so I'll try typing slowly and catching any errors, but if some come, so sahwee Mister Elmer Fwudddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been in a death hell siege for a week now and most of the time I am, so WEIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I am trying something today and we will see if it works and it it posts up to the Blgger system, yo peeps. The insert key hack is making me emmereffing nuts as shit BRAH! Well, I TOLD YOU ALL and lovely giant Gia as well, that DJT would not slip away into that good night. We came a whisper away from losing our republic back on 1-6-21, and yall know perfectly well that I did predict every damn thing that me' ol' distant cuzz did, all the way back long B4 he ever threw his damn hat into the ring in lte 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know what I need to do an deven the library ladt did not know, i just had to hit insert to stop it from deleting every damn ass thing, YO! Yall know that I predicted everything way back long B4 2015, 2014, and all the way back. Let's stop playing games folks. Lovely baby-mama Patty knew totally well what she was doing, using a 3000 year old family going back to K-David. and we all know that many things, unbelievable as they may be, oh great A&E CHANNEL. sometine weelwee are true and real, huh Mister Dave Smith MATH-TEACHER?????????????? Good old Cooley Hall. I ain'y buying that fake birthday of Mister McDowell. I know who you are and they can BJ-FAKE whatever they want, withor without any goddess damn fish songs or Stone Harbor Jetty fishermaen of 1971!!!!!!!! Yessir, six weeks B4 leaving PEE-HA and moving to a nice place, America almost was destroyed, without any tricks from dave Copperfield, Dave Blaine, WAYV-FM, Regis and Paula, card tricks, subliminal consciousness or 8 of hearts cards. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT peeps, we all know what really happened with Russia and Ukraine back before the twenties ever came in or the goddess damn Covid Bull Store-High-In-Transport, right Mister BonJovi and Sonic Engineer Sir Ryan??????????????????????? We all know that when FBI Director Mueller told the giant Williamstown Police Officer Comey 22 years after his visit to my Highview Apartment to inform me about me' Uncle and Aunt in Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG that they were deceased in some hospital there; to, and I quote here, "Watch out for Cyber", that he meant, and it was too classified to get into the movie quite obviously, "WATCH OUT FOR THE TECHNOLOGICAL WEAPONIZATION OF SUBBIMINAL CONSCIOUSNESS" as certain videos get posted up to social media websites by foreign advasaries. Who out here remembers all of my dozens of blogs talking about the 'EAT MORE POPCORN experiments, and how my mom's school teacher at the Philly Hughey School B4 the break out of WWll, that Russia would "Take us from within, using theiur huge tool of PROPAGANDA"??????????????????????????? Those popcorn experiments when SUB-CON was used in theaters literally maed the sales of popcorn rise 20-30%, and this tech was BANNED by the goddess damn Federal Communications Commission!!!!! This 'SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT' to quote my dad as well as the lovely Dawn-Marie King the latengrate, led to the entire country going mad, the Senate, the Congress, the people, evweebwuddy, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY YO, JUST BECAUSE THIS WAS BANNED IN THIS NATION BY OUR FCC, SURE DOESN'T MEAN THAT THE ENEMY POWERS ABROAD DON'T USE IT on us when it really counts as they post up their shit and millions of viewers thenlook at it. We move along click by click, time and morion are illusions. The conscious mind works at a speed that allows sentient beings to interact withlight and time and many other complex things, Below this level is another mind. All they need to do is use muffle whispers underneath pink noise or even normal program sound for audible effects and for visual, a quick burst every fortieth of a second that we never see CONSCIOUSLY that is. Our higher mind that is respomnsible for our action including who to frikkin' vote for all comes from the higher deeper recesses of mind, and then TRUMP peeps know all this now, as they know about mag percentages, parallel event and many dangerous horrondoes techs when they are permitted to be misused!! Power outages are constant where I am now residing, and I am soon going to write to a Public Board of Utilites if it is not freaking stopped, and so are many of my very disgruntled nabes, Mister Scott Ransom, NJ Licensed realtor, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Also several nest eggs of OTAMMITES have been cleaned out where I am now, and I am heavily observed by some very interesting peeps, and thatr is all I am gonna' say for now on this topic, YO! I'll end by telling you that Steve Parks the retired Manhattan attorney who I used to bloggingly refer to as Mister Walgreens, him and five other attorneys eventually want to filea thirty-seven BILLION dollar lawsuit in which 14 peeps are named, and in my safety box in the bank are indeed some unfathomable copies of documents proving how I have been screwed witbh and my entire life totally compleely destroyed. I think this is a fair compensation, but you rarly get anything close to the amount that is being sued for as we all know. I'll keep my Blogaudians posted as shit develops on this front, but for now my hour is winding down at the library and I must close out what I am calling BLOG TWEET 2022-A. Back again soon peeps, YO. Tanks for reading me. I never forget my friends, OR MY ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is one more enemy nearby and they are next on the list for being legally dealt with or LDW as my new abbreviated expression will now become in future blogging works. To quote the little savant on L&O-SVU, "THE END" for today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll BE BAUCCKK, Governor Muscles Terminator!