BLOG TWEET 2022-I

Well, it didn't mother fucking at super air death siege-4, and so far it was 5 as yesterday as soon as I exited the goddamn library, all hell broke loose for me as I got near to my residence, yo. Major chopper assaults and all day loud private birds harassed me to cunt eating total death, SHERIFF SIR! M-T-W-T-F, and so far quiet today, but then, ain't that what I mother fucking said yesterday at this same library on me' previous bwog, Elmer Sir?????????????????????? ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lawtrons versons Exploratrons, or maybe I need to add TYPE-3-Expl. We're all exploratrons, we ARE SOUL, we travel, or as lovely Patty said to me in 1975 over the phone ftom me' whittle apartment number 1118 Linden Hill, 'WE FOCUS SFIFT', we don't weelwee travel anywhere. Still, putting shit in a sort of Esolph's Fables kind of a way here peeps, LAWTRONS are the parents and Exploratrons are the kids, and mischievious ones at that. Lawtrons run all around the house placing medicine bottles and kitchen poisonous cleaning fluid containers up on high shelves, locking away candy jars in drawers, and removing any and all hazzardous objects or materials around the place, out of the reach of the kids. All this while the kids are simultaneously sneaking all around and endlessly searching for drawer keys and high stools and ladders. ________________________________________________________________________________________ I was placed on 120 milligrams of Ativan in the early summer of the year 1983 by a family doctor of mine on Park Avenue, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, named Frank Addiego, who departed this veil of tears somewhere in the mysterious-Marola year of 2K. Somewhere between seven and ten months after this happened, Doctor Carey and I were discussing my attempts to ween my fucking self off of this powerhouse psychatropic drug, but without success. I was telling her that without the dosage prescribed, a mysterious thing inside my throat and glands was choking me to death, just as in that great sixties-soap-TV-Show, "Dark Shadows" with the witch Angelique using a handkerchief owned by Barnabas Collins along with his toy soldier as a boy, making him mysterious begin to choke to death, and he would have died if naut for a last minute feeling of combined love and guilt for him, causing this powerful witch to remove the damn thing, and this indeed was the cunt lapping scariest event in my entire 28 and a half years of life, when it came on me at half past ten, on the night of the 4th of June, in the year of 1983, yo. I tried many times both B4 and since my discussion with this wild and totally mysterious lab-tech at this throat specialist's office just off of Interstate 95 and Grant Avenue in NE-Philadelphia. To this day I am in this area in wild 5-D hyperspace experiences, (dreams), and many things endlessly keep going down, to quote RPL employee of 1980, Mister Joseph Sivo. Shirley, a co-worker of my mom's at the great world renown shipping company, then known as Lavino and now known as Inchcape as this British firm bought them out, told my mom that I need to go to this particular throat specialist, and she was extremely adamant about it. Later on, due to this and a weird experience involving a Samsung television set and a repair shop both in Philly as well as in Jersey, I flipped out and went nuclear in a major altercation with my mom while living, Mister Adrian Paul sir, at 1408 Highland Avenue, in the great Jersey village known as Cinnaminson, and a place where many of Brad Messenger's family also appeared to hail from if I am correctly remembering my late 60's days correctly and not too much exploratronic traveler interference has caused swithhes and jumps, fwolks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, the great U.S. Copyright Office should have a small part of the conversation from 1984, but my beef with many things here is the duplicated seeming medical problem between that technician and myself, coming on us both a pretty much the same physical age, as well as not only why she was working there as some weird Doogie Howser assistant to this dude throat specialist, but why she knew so very much about my existing condition as well as her FUTURE ONE for crying out loud. That is just of course for basic openers as to why I have an unforgettable beef about all of this shit, Mizz Old lady queen of eighties fast food advertisements. Forget about apology songs, chance encounter meets in great cities, or treasure coast advertisers for automobile dealerships, or the endless other strings of Gibb brother, Shaniah Twain dreaming dream cities and numerous endless other unfair ripoffs, I mean really peeps out here, WHAT GIBBS?????????????????????????????????????? Just what's going on for crissake???????????????? ____________________________________________________________________________________ Let's speak a bit more about that great TV soap show, DS. First they used my birthday for Paul Stoddard's Leviathan Cult DUE-DATE-12-04, which got around that year in 1969 exactly two weeks B4 Sarah Krassle stole my John Red Henningsen CHAIN from me (in a damn dream), AND THEN IT WAS REALLY GONE WHEN I CHECKED MY SECRET LOCKED BOX IN MY PATTY JANE APARTMENT GAMES-EXPERT PIPE INSTALLING BEDROOM, but not an ordinary pipe, a great awesome CALLIO PIPE FROM THE ATLANTICA MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, well who knows if that particular part of hyperspace was Atlantica or Atlantic City, as no one in dreams is there with signs, posters, billboards, or other instructions. After my birthday, or actually no, it began with the day that Quentin Collins was predicted to die in the shoiw, September 10th which is my sad's birthday. Then came mine and the due date, and then the later due date of Marty Luther King's BD, like super WOW, Mister Macy YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then Vicky Winters, played by lovely Alexandra Moltke, like SUPER-WOW-WOW, she goes back to the year 1795 as a result of a trance that was induced by a seyonce at the Colinwood Drawing Room, and she just happens to be holding a FAMILY BIBLE when she gets back to the past. In a short time, she learns what I later learned as the following damn ass decades unfolded here in real waking life for me. You cannot trust history or anything that is written down for two reasons: First it may get interferred with by spirit-travelers in ways that temporarily violate the Lawtronic norms that are in place, the life of Trump being one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE example of such magic and we ain't mother fucking touching this right now today, as that like HEAVEN (Sahasra Dal Kanwal), can indeed wait! Then there is a more human and seemingly rational thing that happens both fictionally on television shows, as well as most definitely in REAL WAKING LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE GET LIED TO, just as Vicki Winter's history book of the great illustrious COLLINS FAMILY also had quite a pack of mistruths and out right lies in it. But when we visit the internet for information, we all take for granted a lot of these goddamn lies, YO. These same powerful peeps made me completely disappear from view. They seemed to want my voice as a permanent record that I WAS HERE, YES, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS NON-MONIQUE BUTT me' peeps out here, that was all they want of me as any type of written worldly record. I was 100% behind Harner's musical project called "Summer Of Love 2000", but check the Vicki-Winters version of the INTERNET, and you will see absolutely no mention of my name any place whatsoever peeps!!!!!!!! I was 100% behind the STUDIO PARK RECORDS deal of the late nineties, as it was all part of a transdimensional reality that I just told you all about in my prior blog. Starburn ODC actually owned and created this HUUUUUUUUUUUGE record company, and later in this waking world, AMEX had this company on their official card system and (Starburn Outreach Development Corporation). Without this 1986 experience there would never have been a fucking cunt STUDIO PARK RECORDS. But my name in the waking world on any of this has been totally and convincingly erased. If you check out many things told of on these blogs, you will find the exact same thing me people! If you have been the victim of the Democratic Movement's COUNTER-SYSTEM and you have said things these peeps do not like nor find acceptable, they will CANCEL YOU OUT, and I used to think that this fucking shit was all entirely my own sicko imagination, and one day folks, I realized that I do not have a goddamn ass imagination, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried once to write a totally made up story from my trailer at Jenny's Park, the MM Manor, in Mulica, NJUSAESMWG. It was horrible an dI ended up trashing the goddamm thing, I cannot make up a good tale, I don't have an imagination. I let the great COOLEY HALL convince me and talk me into believing that HUUUUUUUUGE LIE, MISTER SANDERS, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not have a damn ass imagination, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes that Politically Correct (COUNTER-CULTURE CRAP) of the damn left is the entire major reason that I NO LONGER AM A (D). I AM NAUT, AND HAVE NAUT BEEN SINCE 1987, A (R) EITHER. Two HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things make this (K)impossible, lovely Disney-Kim and all beach towel crazy girls everywhere. On the (R) side, I cannot sanction or in any way be a part of peeps who believe in the TRICKLE DOWN LIES AND INNOCENSE OF MOB-WALL STREET. On the (D) side, gimme' a break folks. Canceling people out because they don't think like you and then DARE TO EXPRESS THAT AS A FREE FUCKING AMERICAN, I mean come on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSIR, I NOW DECLARE ME'SELF TO BE A FULL 100% bERNIE sANDERS LOVING independent, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ For the past fucking three years now, the DEATH ANGELS are off the scale for me. I thought that this was because of the Covid-19 shit, but it has never looked back since it began, and about a week ago, I suffered with the worst one of my mother fucking entire life on my left side. It was so goddamn powerful that it moved me a few inches. It may be entirely invisible but this shit eating thing for the first time in my life actually MOVED MY ENTIRE PHYSICAL BEING ABOUT THREE OR FOUR INCHES. That is how close DEATH GOT TO ME. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT here I am, still here, I AM HERE, (C) OFFICE, both in 1988 and again now in 2022, YO YO YO YO YO, and obviously also in 2278 as Labber Arthur Zeejins of NON-Roddenberry NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't punch out poor whittle Ronald McDonald Mister Latengrate Vandegrift, sir, TANKS, B-----O-----O-----M!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hated perhaps because I can do it better, picking things right to the letter, doing shit they cannot do and making skies just a wee bit blue, huh lovely Patty, watch the matches yo, well, I played with my fire boats at Crystal Lake, so LFLD, huh? Still, those great Tom Glenn FIRE SONGS, huh????????????????????????????? Where there's smoke there's fire peeps. How much of this shit shit really can be a pile of nut job coincidences, yo???????? _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I've come a long way folks, have I naut, since 1980 and RPL-DREAM DEALS? Yeah, so maybe indeed "I AM HAUNTED", oh great helking muscleman coworker of RPL Sound Labs and Studio. I told that wild dude in the 'shipping' department, Warp-10 half quintillion MPH Mister Speers, that I saw him and his other co-workers in my dreams from home, and that I new they were all up to something, and guess what, THEY WERE. Yessir all curly girls out here anywhere and everywhere, I learned a lot, and came a long way since Virginia Avenue SLIM CIGARETTES. I've a long mother fucking WAY BABY, I'VE COME A LONG-LONG WAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was indeed a trillion more shit eating things going on with wild dreams of seeing things and knowing things, than what poor little EMPTY VESSEL 25 YEAR OLD ME IN MY RPL STUDIO DAYS, drempt of in his most fertile imagination, Mister Haratio sir!!!!!!! And folks, Lightning may be as beautiful as ten quintillion gardens of roses, but a lot more shit is going down here with GOD's Great Holy Spirit than just how damn ass gorgeous SHE is. First, what we see in the sky ain't HER. Lightning is an EFFECT that we actually see, heated channels of air. We cannot see electrons, they are invisible. The bible says that the Holy Ghost is INVISIBLE. But when the Almighty wants us to see some part of HER TRUTH, 'WE DO', and with or without any help from a-Copy apology songs that may lead to B-Copy ones that get around to falling into our conscious mortal world illusions 24 years afterwards, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I moved to my new place in middle February of 2021, Diana ZA didn't let me down and did what SHE always do whenever I move from one place to another. SHE came to me for a week straight with all kinds of beautiful powerful bolts of lightning. SHE came so close that I could feel a little bit of HER on two separate ocassions. For six straight weeks later on last summer, SHE came to visit with HER little boy just about EVERY SINGLE CUNT HUFFING DAY, WORLD, WEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank sir. How I remember you that night in that bar, the way you just went, "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and for absolutely no discernable reason. You're a really cool dude ol' pal!!!!!!!!!! Paul told me to you Chester, and if he had said to call you FRANK, I would have. Why these things happen is only explainable with the great 3000 year old HS, ol' pal! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ PHHH also told me something that to this day in 2022 I think about with some regularity. She said if a well made motion sensor or light sensor is placed in a room and it goes off blinking or the light comes on when it is light in the room, some fawce is indeed in the room, despite it being invisible. Now in 1975 when she told me this, the tech was ancient next to recent times as you all know. But I bought ten little light-sensor night lights a year or so ago, and when suddenly the light comes on when it is bright in the room, I know that something is there, just like the Devon, Pennsylvania Deshanassey doggie in January of 1990, huh lovely Patty????????????????????????????? It also reminds me of something Mister Carey said to me in 1995 at the Haddonwood pool, concerning motion and light. This dude is very smart, and seemed 2B beyond fascenated by my abilities to move in the water WITHOUT SWIMMING. I can do a lot more than that, but since he left this world in middle oh-two, he needs not have me tell what I am able to do, as HE KNOWS IT NOW, ALL OF IT, Mister Anthony Zenun kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many of me' old blogs tell of my kid's step, Vicki Winters mahm, and how he loved to come to the pool and hang out at the wall of the deep end, but he dared never let go of it, as he "COULDN'T SWIM A STROKE", to quote this cool dude. But he was always having me do stunts on top of as well as beneath the drink. I told him next summer if he came to Atlantica, only I did naut call it that, but I said I'd show him more. He said he was going back to the capitol, his words. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, duri ng these ten or so talks at the pool, all I knew of him is what one might expect of anyone who plays cards very close to the vest. Many do, me, I don't, I am an open book, I'll shout from the fucking rooftops anything, as I ain't afraid to tell the world what is happening to me since my human birth as me now. I do nothing wrong and have nothing, or nearly nothing to apologize for, yo. That night in the big app, I did naut know what I came to learn decades later so I may have been an ancient Hebe trying to add a few minutes to my lifespan, and that is all. Most peeps today in the medical industry know that these things are indeed a reality. We do poop transplants now to bring the good bugs into bodies that don't have good digestion, we do blood transfusions, and all of this has side benefits of varying degrees, but only the great Jewish secret known by tribal leaders of the twelve tribes and never shared and eventually lost to the ages after Noah and his peeps survived the HUUUUUUUUGE planetary orbital ice area beyond the solar system that fell into our biosphere system, but after the event and all these peeps were dead and gone, the secret of living to be 4-9 centuries old was forever lost, well, naut weelwee, but today, you are called a pervert or child molester so I cannaut go on with this whittle topic. Yes, I do like it and always have, as I never grew up, so when I was 20, I was 10, and when I was 30, I was 10, and so forth. My body will age, but the part that is truly me is the exact same as when I as ten. But don't let a fucking democrat hear that one, yo. I was kept very very fucking young by enjoying my perversion for a long time, and then I dared naut to keep trying to do it with all the new laws. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY SPIRIT-MIND IS DIFFERENT THAN YOURS FOLKS, AS I SEEM TO PROGRESS IN MY MIND AT ABOUT ONE FIFTH THE SPEED THAT YOU DO, and that is my own best guess from being me and thinking rationally about it over a lot of fucking time, YO. Perhaps if I am blogging for another 40 years or more, I will quit with the YO YO YO YO BRO BRAH BREEEE BRRR shit too, as I seem to mature at one fifth your speed, folks. So without getting my young hunny juice, I am nowq physically starting to shoiw all the signs and ravishes of my age of nearly seven decades, but no, I do NAUT like like that weeedeekulus driver's license. That looks like my grandfather might look, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ MILLIONTH COUNCIL AGNESONI, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, G-7, OPEN COMMAND, SUE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECHNOLOGIES. ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN ALL AIR HARASSING ENEMIES OF MINE, AND ALL OTAMMITES MAKING MY LIFE AN ENDLESS BURNING, BREATHING, LIVING HELL, AND DESTROY THEM. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, G-901 UNDER G-9173, G-13, G-14, G-1133, UNDER CODED GENERAL (SPECIAL) ORDER, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P ___________________________________________________ YESSIR, I DON'T KNOW OH GREAT COPYRIGHT OFFICE EXAMINERS, IF THE HUMAN RACE MAY MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AGAIN, BUT THEY CANNOT USE THESE CODED GENERAL ORDERS, NOT NOW AND MOST CERTAINLY NAUT BACK IN TIME, NOR CAN THEY USE CODE TV-30, NOR ANY OF THESE MIND BLOWING OTHER 'COINCIDENTAL THINGS', HUH? AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, so yo peeps, YYYYYYYYYY JIMMIE YYYYYYYYYY, oh great mushroom poison eaters in the mighty DICK WOLD CLUB! Good old Cooley High, Camden High, and COOLEY HALL, and all great bugs and beetles and BEATLES all over the universe, huh? I know beyond a doubt's fucking shadow that Mister Marcucci was about to call me up shortly after I copyrighted my 1980 demos, and that's why security guard Chapman plugged him. So again, lovley Alexandra Moltke Winters of the illustrious 'DS' show, rears it pretty head in all of this, me' peeps yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Time now 2C what the rest of this whittle nightmare day in me' life has in store for me, just as all of the great days in me' life, am I correct here or naut, Mizz lovely AT&T Blake, as well as Doctor McDonald Carey of all great afternoon soaps of those lovely great sixties-days? Sands through an hour-glass. and teary eyed Native-Americans my dead foot, huh Light Gorden sir?????????????????? B4 signing off here Vuv Arnie Muscles BE-BAUCCHHKKK, sir; I wish to add this since my county library has given me this nice whittle time extention, and I do not need to print me' bwog right now and have no pocket change to do it; the more vivid and real dreams are folks, the more direct ratio effect they appear to have (in some ways) over our waking world life that we seemingly appear 2B waking back into post-dream, I call this now the V to WLE R, or the vividness to waking-life-effects ratio. The math seems to stay a perfect 1:1, and this has held for years since 'I've toyed with the notion', to quote the LATENGRATE disco queen we all love and remember, Mizz DAGS (Donna Summer). Every time that I am about to get a really brutal Otammic fucking assault on me, I GET A REAL BAD NIGHTMARE OF THESE ENEMIES DOING THIS TO ME, where they are going to fucking town in an all out assault on me, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT the nightmare comes FIRST, or to quote biblical shit here me' kind fwolks, there appears to be a prophecy. Going into a dream-world in an OPPOSITE POLARITY from the way shit is in our normal waking lives, appears to somehow alter things. Life in the waking world most definitely appears 2B changed, and seemingly IN REVERSE. For example here folks, I entered into a world where stuff was extra good next to what real life here is for me. Then, I FELL INTO LIFE HERE, BAD AS SHIUT WAS B4, THAT WAS BEYOND INTENSELY HORRIBLE AND ROTTEN, and literally bordering on quintessential monstrousness!!!!!!!!!!!! Now remember that just as our dream-worlds are spiritual to us, we here are one of the dream-worlds that are just spiritual to our doubles in these other alternate parallel realities, and I am full aware ofd just how diffiucult this is to rap your heads around,m but try.Remember that old tale told to us as children, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander"? Remember those great magic mirrors, Mister Z. Malyska, and your great wisdom Marcucci-words to me concerning the grass not really being greener on the other side, when you told me, that "they are on the beach and they are in the water, just like you over here on this side" of the great Central Pier of non-Atlantica? I never forget ANYTHING, remember world? NEVER, NEVER EVER NEVER EVER EVER NEVER, to quote lovely Mizz Diana Ross, huh? So now I will say bye-bye to this world of internet fucking blogging, at least until Tuesday since me' library in this county is closed both Sunday's and Monday's, yo. Archie Bunker said it only too well, "Good night Irene and good night nurse, case closed Edith, I SAID CASE CLOSED"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ---------------------------------END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, YO---------------------------------