BTAT—CHAPTER 0008
2:03 P.M., Thursday, January 5, 2023
Well folks, the past
recent times have been heavy air siege for me again, lots of planes and lots of
dirty poison-chemtrails all over the place too. The previous time here was hack
city, and B4 people think that I am a delusional whiner here along with tons of
cheese, Captain Picard sir of TNG-Star Trek;
let me just say this about that, oh great peeps out here, except for of course
whomever tried to wipe out this BOM-BLOG on the blogger.com/ website. All a
real black-hat hacker needs to do is insert a hack-disc into the systems, and
they can come into this place just as I do or anyone else does and they can
place their hack-disc into it and it will then override any non-save systems
that are in place and load in a type of keystroke-worm, and then from their
device at home or anywhere, it is just as if they are sitting right here at my
station. If you don’t believe me it is because you choose to not believe me.
All anyone needs to do is go to the You-tube,
or to any local area computer store that has a good computer expert/hacker
working there, and once they know you, they will admit to you that what I am
telling you is 100 percent true and real, YO!!!! Back in 2010 when I first was
new to the Fort Pierce area and came to this same library to blog B4 getting my
own computer at the local Walmart store, I had some hacker hack into their word
process machine, as back then they did not have word programs in their
individual computers, and whenever I was using it and activating keywords that
the hackers know that I say on my blog, boom, whenever I would say either the
words of butt or but; pow, it would begin to activate
long strings of BUTT BUT BUT BUT BUTT BUTT, and so forth. Many of you
remember this, and for anyone who does not or just wishes to see it for
themselves, merely look at my old 2010 blogs that can be easily accessed on my
five links. People, I have a lot of things to tell you and yes, I will skip
around as I do not need permission to do this lovely Mizz Terry Harbors, or old
HTHS English Teacher from 1968, Miss Brady. I am putting up with a lot of
annoying things and I will be saying some wild stuff in retaliation for all of
this major ass areal death-siege as well. They want a war, and they will certainly
get one, YO BRAHHH!!!! Jimmy Carter let all of the nut cases out of the
sike-hospitals in the seventies and this is why they are all around the world
now on lots of ‘sicky-tropic’ meds, YO!!!!! The hackers have these terminals as
hacked as you can possibly futhermucking imagine peeps!!!!!!! When I attempt to
correct or add to a dictionary many red-wavy-lined things, it won’t respond the
way the program is designed to with a grouping of possible alternate words
followed by another prompt to click on for adding a word into the spell-checker
dictionary. Yes folks, the minute that I exited this same library a couple days
ago, BOOM-POW-ZAM-POOF,
Adam West and Batman from 1966; all sky-hell broke loose for me and
it is still there, BUTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT folks,
it is naught major bad as it sometimes gets; it is more like medium major
bad-ass, YO!!!!!!
Yes folks, the
conspiracy to keep me semi-blind for the past five years or so give or take, is
an easy plot to follow, an done naught need 2B a super Long Islander movie
sleuth from 1972, right lovely Latengrate Aunt Ruth, naught Aunt Bruth from
mind-hacking prior blog error/hacks??????? By keeping me unable to properly see
and safely drive a vehicle, they limited my potential activities and this
follows the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-SPACEFORCE OTAMMITE
ENEMIES plan with me of keeping me endlessly down and out and unable
to ever realize or come close to fulfill my potential in so many various things
in this rotten ass damn life!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not want to drive distances or
visit my pal in Miami, Sir Mike Patterson, or go to stores that are in towns
away from Fort Pierce, or doctors, or anything. From now on Morianity will have
a new expression that is shortened from Milituforce
Spaceforce Otammite
Enemies, simply my MSOA’s. It is pronounceable by using
the first two letters of the shortened word I use for what I originally called
these diseased pricks back in late 1988 and told the great illustrious United States Copyright © Office on my
musical projects of part-1 and part-2 of the original “Epitome of Harassment”, MILITARY-UFO-FORCE. So saying the MISOE for short is easy, and I’ll be reminding you
all from time to time of what it stands for as future blogs get written. It is
fitting along with the ‘seek and find expansion techniques’ as well, SAFET, as
it sounds quite similar to the word missile, am I right folks? I was mind
hacked on my prior blog and said extension
when I meant to type in EXPANSION, so sahwee
all great Japanese WWII Ambassador’s. Now for some more retaliation and
revenge, and all things that I say and tell are truth so help me on my
citizenship and under my love for Almighty Singularity, and I was just given a HUUUUUUGE hack where three
words that I typed, simply never got put onto this document. I told you what
happened to me here while blogging back last year during that period of major
assault by HALLS FAWCES that were in war
mode against me to shut my project down. There was a lady here who I thought
was my friend, and she was naught. She has vanished into the foggy autumn
morning mist right after it all went down, sir Joe Sivo from 1980, and I’ve not
seen her now for quite some time. Without getting as specific as I would if I
were in my own private residence typing this on my own system right now, but I
will still endeavor to tell the entire thing today, and it will blow your mind
folks. B4I begin however, for those who never read it or have forgotten it, you
really in all truth need to go and access my first blogs on the first two years
of 2006 and 2007 and see how those same goddamn HALLS FAWCES used and
influenced evil peeps back in Hammonton, New Jersey to do a lot more than just ‘hang
in there’, during prior nearby forest fires, oh lovely
Paula King of WAYV-FM Radio of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When Eddie Lynch ‘Himacane’ as I had ‘nicknamed him back in those Jersey-days of DOGTOWN’, was helping me on his laptop at the Hammonton-Library, we had mysterious evil
ladies who messed with us and said horrible things to us for no good reason, it
is all on the blogs, I was even assaulted in a nearby library during this
period of time while beginning this Morianity-Project. I need to show you a
background foundation with all of this B4 moving the story along into present
times. Now the lady here, back when I was being tossed off of the BLOGGER-WEBSITE back in SATANIC-OCTOBER; and I thought was
my friend, turned on me on a dime. When I was barely whispering on my
Galaxy-Phone one day and speaking to my medical agent who called me out of the
blue; she came charging over to me and told me I had to stop speaking. I was
whispering so softly that it was beyond futhermucking ridiculous. Peeps here
even as I speak, they are all anything but quiet, but let me make one tiny
sound, and POW, I get told to stop, or ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kids come in here and
scream and it goes on for an hour, and I am the only one who gets told
anything, and I am not even doing one tiny thing wrong or to deserve this total
mistreatment. Other peeps speak loudly in a voice not a whisper on their phones
and nobody says BOO to them. So why is this happening to me, and who is truly
responsible for it all????????? That is what I would give my blood and my
asshole to know and fully be made aware of, Lads and Lassies out there in
Cyber-Village, YO YO YO!!!! To say it just as I would if it was July in both
the years of 1967 and 1968 in Northeast, Maryland, USA; and normally to my
wonderful camp counsellor Mister Mack Kaiter, “This
is WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSSSSS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus Christ Almighty, for crying out totally ass loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What GIBBS here great Library of the damn ass CONGRESS, YO????
Back last middle autumn
in dependable old October, as you all know only too well, BRRRRR; forces beyond anyone’s farthest Einsteinian imagination
began kicking in, once I typed in the alphabet tweet of 2022-O. you
know, when I lived at Dellway Arms Apartments back in middle late 1969 up
through early 1975 B4 Patty Hollister, Santa Claus, Steve and mom and me all
left there 2 move into the 1118 Apartment at
Linden Hill in Lindenwold, New Jersey-USA; these 16 apartments were
addressed from letters ‘A’ through ‘P’, and they also corresponded with the
‘black panther cat Gawky Gaukauk’s’ great transposition system, so I resided in
Apartment O-15, and this was my legal mailing address there on Oakland Avenue
in Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA. Both my future pal Sir David Charles Roth and I
lived on “OAKLAND” streets and avenues, his was street and mine was avenue,
‘still Lenny Briscoe’ Madison Avenue, and magic lottery number-852, huh lovely Merry and
Anna from the great medical institute on Ferry Avenue in good ole’ Camden,
NJUSAESMWG, YO BRO!!! Actually I think Anna’s number was 840 but she didn’t box
it and straight it as lovely muscles-Monique did, huh Merry????? Come to think
of it, Anna’s number was 840, and her cat’s name
was Precious, it is all right there on old 2006 and 2007 blogs for
anyone to see for those who refuse my daughter is really my daughter, and that
I really do have “thinking-forward” motion abilities, as step-dad knew it
beyond certainty, and so did the wild and incredible LG 7-12 (lifeguard) who told me
to call him the Holy spirit lifeguard, actually, sorry, he told me the holy
spirit told him my name, that was it, sorry, don’t want to make up any untrue
things here on these blogs, over at the great illustrious and non-Gerard Styles Haddonwood Health
Club of Deptford, New Jersey!!!!!!! Still Lenny Sir, what is
the difference in numeration between 840 and 852? It is truly absolutely inescapable just as my daut’s fantastic
1997 song admits to peeps. Yes it is number 12 (L)
letter, and LIFE-GUARD is (LG) 7 and 12. The entire Atlantic City
nightmare is also largely about seven and twelve and lifeguards, and then we
get the lifeguard at the Haddonwood pool to boot, huh Roy?????????????? But you
ain’t heard anything on all of this, and this can indeed wait, Sir Rockford Punchslam, for future
blogging texts, YO BRRRRRRRR!!!! Shortly
after moving into the place where I now am residing folks, I fell into a weird
bizarre sleep one night and suddenly I was in Atlantic City with Merry and she
was a champion Olympic swimmer in that parallel universe, or (in my dream), you
all may wish to word it. We can take the SAFET too far, and the 12 difference of those two numbers would be indeed
taking things a wee bit far, IF NAUGHT LOVELY MIZZ 1983
PHONE COMPANY BLAKE, for Anna’s big gorgeous jet black cat who she named
Precious and that I told and blogged
about in my first years of blogging from the MMM B4I even left there to go in
with the Washcloth-KING clan of DOGTOWN. Boy
oh boy oh boy ‘Uncle Billy’ on Frank Capra’s Wonderful
Life movie, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! ‘GEEEE-WHIZ’, golly gash darn,
great 1988 Copyright © Office, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna’
gimme’ a goddessdamn bwake here, kind fwolks and Sir Elmer
Fwudddddd?????????????????? Gee wiligars, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!! I am fookin’ getting
quite sick and tired of being called a delusional liar in all of this, Mister Robin GIBB and Misses
Meeker, holy holly magical 1969 songs, and wild drum beats, huh Sir
Tommy non-Reale-Rowe. Christ Almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No bassline, what is this
Baghdad? Who am I YO, Sadam Hussein? Where are you when I need you,
transdimensional David Roth, perhaps sliding through some radiation fields between
worlds, or altering some political views? Well, I doubt that in both cases, oh
world. The reason for years now that he is so mean to me in DREAMS (hyperspace
interactions), is that TRUMP altered the reality of not just stuff here, mister
TOSE, but everywhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Ever since my life changed
forever on 08-15-1986, it has been DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, and yes, I said 1986,
naught 21986, as the enemies just did me a favor so that I can now remind all
of me’ Blogaudians that a number of prior blogs back the enemies caused me type
in 21986 when I meant to type in 1986, without the hacking-2 in front of that
number. Yes this entire thing is absolutely inescapable and lovely 1997 Merry is 100% right, still Lenny, that was her hit
musical song here in our waking reality realm, lovely Mizz White, not
Weiss!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the alternate dream-realm, I heard the other tune, the
tune we can now somewhat jokingly refer to as the NON-WESTMONT
song, huh Mister Justin You-tube Beaver, sir?????
Well, maybe in 1974 at age four and a half you were denied one Halloween outing
as your great mom told me so long ago, only to me naught weelwee so long, and yet,
Steve and Santa still reign supreme. I know that Steve is morning the recent
death of his fave girl, the Pointer sister rock star who returned to Purgatory
a few days ago. So sahwee for your loss Steve, and all great other fairytale’s,
YO! These are the reasons and the ways that the great enemies from beyond
Dogtown’s gates, can endlessly screw with many of us, Google rankings, You
tube, the whole thing, it is all totally unfair and never allows smaller peeps
with REAL STORIES TO TELL, THE ABILITY,
RIGHT LOVELY Latengrate Mizz Pointer???? I know you hear me from the
Timeless-Purg, you go girl; and again Steve, so-sahwee for your loss. I know
you really liked all of the ‘P’-sisters, and especially her, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So WOW-2-THIS, right Mister Macy and pals????????????????
Now back in the
summer and into autumn times of the year of 2009, I was residing
at the FBI’s home, a nice fellow in the organization who I never personally
met, named Steve Caruso and who then resided himself in the great city of
Austin, TXUSAESMWG. Atlantic City as always was a major part of much of this
hellishness, so indeed, WEIN-SOSO??????????
(What Else Is New, Same Old, Same Old)? I
was assaulted by many unpleasant things and if I tried to attack this all right
now, I would need to B able 2 type for a solid month straight, and that is
naught an exaggeration, lovely Mizz Blake. Again with my SOSO-WEIN!!!!!!!! I
had an entire gang of over seven foot tall giant girls try and prevent me from
walking into the ocean one time, I had lifeguards allow women and weaklings out
into the water while I was told not to go in until it was time for me to go
back into the casino where Mizz Ann King
Silva was playing slots so that we then could drive down to the Trinidad Nuthouse as I would call it back in the
20th century and B4I even knew the future Mister Cannon-Tripper. The real kickers of course
involved what else, “FAMILY”. I was with the entire bunch one day and Trump the
great future 45th president of our pitiful nation actually believed
that was trying to pull a STAR TREK 1967
Lazarus by bringing together two identical people which may have resulted in
the entire annihilation of the universe, you really do need to see the show on
television that aired in 1967 if memory is correctly serving me here, B4 any of
U dare to judge these fantastic powerful words and claims that R being made
right here and now today on this wild ass blog, YO!!! When we combine
transdimensional effects of Bonjovi’s ‘Stored High In Transport’ beach stuff and without even getting into
the other stuff from wild 5th dimensional hyperspace such as
partners and Spanish peeps who back in 1997 I was beyond clueless to any of it
including family links; but if it is all carefully and closely examined in full
light of a larger 5th dimensional picture view here folks, you
cannot miss seeing the most unfathomable tale ever conceived of and it goes far
beyond Steve and lovely Mizz Pointer and their great fairytales,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If lovely Leticia Tilley
really is a doppelganger, then yes, it would be beyond dangerous and
would have been indeed potentially disastrous for me that day back in 2009 for
me to have driven her over to the western part of town (AC-NJ-USA) to the
Harrah’s Casino there, to meet up with her 4th cousin twice removed,
lovely Merry. But I was only pretending that I had
planned doing this and spoke it aloud from my job knowing fully well that the
SPACEFORCE was bugging both my car, as well as the chip that I know fully well
they have inside of my body. To this very day, I cannot pass through a metal
detector, and the world knows that someday I plan to prove and verify my entire
story, without risking the end of the world in an
antimatter explosion, Mister Latengrate Roddenberry, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now for a rehash
of the great Sir Russel Thaxton story from 1969-1970, and the entire
dog stench mess that is all octopus tentacle choked into it all. I told you in
my first two years blogging (2006-2007) that he was my school mate and pal in
those times and days of great holy and holly songs that I know now were all the
same thing as HALLS FAWCES today, working their infinite magic all around me,
and this story of Singularity and my eternal love that we share, on some level.
Don’t ask me what please because when I know folks, so will damn ass all of
you, and IPYT!!!! Forces now as well as back then
had to be working their magical connections of tiny jigsaw puzzle pieces that
only connect in MEANINGFUL WAYS on the ASTRAL PLANE, and thus here
and now are part of many numerous 5-D truths, that are all endlessly
commingling and interacting together, and that obviously thus are causing me to
have so many wild dreaming interactions as well as this incredible bizarre and
outlandish waking life reality endlessly bombarding and surrounding me. So this
is why we all have the dreams that we do. Don’t any of you ever ask that
magical question, YO? Why do we dream what we do, why do we go to the exact
places that we go, and interact with peeps there in the ways that we do; as we all know only too well that we have no control over it. It
is merely like going to the movies and then watching stuff. We know fully well
that we have absolutely no control whatsoever of where we go, what happens when
we are there, and yet it is real and we can go right on endlessly kidding ourselves
about it and even telling our children after they wake up crying from some
awful trip to somewhere (have a nightmare), and we say to them, “aww honey, it
was only a dream. A dream can’t hurt you”. But a dream can hurt us, and badly.
I know for a fact that we all awaken from them with various memories and
feelings. Then let me give you a great example here. You have a really bad
nightmare about your job and your boss and you wake up with no true memory of
your boss punching you and cursing at you. You have been getting more and more
in a hostile environment with the boss in waking life and so you go into your
job ready to pick a fight and you end up fired. Because of this, your wife
leaves you since the marriage already was on the rocks. Now from one lousy
nightmare, you lose your home and your wife. So please don’t you dare tell me
that this is not real. None of you live 5th dimensionally but I do,
and I admit to it, folks. I have seen things happen that would blow all of your
minds, I don’t care who you are, from the Pope, President, great athlete, great
entertainment star; you all are people just like me, and I have lived through
this incredible life. Jim Burr would tell me back in the middle and late 1970’s
that I got born into this life and that is why things are the way that they are
for me. But let’s stop playing games for a minute shall we folks? I can say
stuff and it would be my last day here. I have no real protection. I could type
stuff in here and now that would end the entire world, they know it, and I
cannot go too goddamn far, and you know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote an old
coworker of mine from my earlier times up there in non-home-life-situation
Governor Kane’s New Jersey, Sir Dennis Snyder, and so I will, YO. “And that’s
just reality, son”. Truly sir Snyder, it is, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So in 1988 while working
at that job at a crooked mom and pop security outfit run by Misses Dorthea
Dario and her hubby, they put me in some construction area right underneath the
world famous Interstate-95 highway, a mortal world highway system that could be astrally thought of as a miniscule
linelane system, as there in the great timeless Purgatory, we have
many linelane’s, some provincial and some inter-provincial. Now in the capitol
province of the entire astral-plane, Olympia Province, we have 10,000
Linelane’s from 0000 to 9999. I live in the Ricktown Manor in Ricktown on
Linelane #9910. Some of the inter-provincial linelane systems stretch for up to
many quatoradecillion miles as we would measure these 5,280 foot distances here
in mortal waking life in America and the Earth-planet. To give you an idea of
the number, we have thousand, million, billion, trillion, quadrillion,
quintillion, sextillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion, unodecillion,
duodecillion, tredecillion, quatoradecillion, and so forth. After a few more
word number names all ending in “illion” letters, we go to googol, but long B4
that we go all the way to vigintillion, and each three group is separated with
a comma as most anyone out here who has gone past third grade in school, knows
perfectly well. The simple reason that three groupings are done is because B4
we get into the thousands and during the first original tri-grouping, we have
three columns of digits. We have the ones column, the tens column and the
hundreds column and this goes right on down the line no matter how high the
tri-group becomes. I have been on my airship with Lightning, on many various
inter-provincial linelane systems that are many provinces away from the capitol
province of Olympia. Diana does not like being too far away from the capitol
province, so we rarely leave Olympia. It amazes me that her parents allowed her
to live with me in Ricktown as she and her family are from what many call the second
capitol city of the province, known as Olympia. We on this mortal plane of life
here get our Olympia and Mount Olympus from these higher truths. Things indeed
do tend to eventually filter down from there to here, one way or another given
enough mortal world time and illusion. I talked a lot about many of these
things originally on my early blogs and then on my soon to follow website that
is now long gone and defunct called the Morianity-foundation.com/ and for the
same reasons that prevent me from so many things this had to be sacrificed, my
endless lack of freaking ass funds, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! So back to my working for
Dorthea Dario. In January in 1979 at the Newton Creek down the way from the
Dellway Arms Apartments where I was residing, I first met this girl who was
perhaps two to three years younger than me and only through my meeting decades
later, mister Paul Evans Pedersen, that I now know who she was, as he knew her
quite well and knew from a story that I told him one day, that indeed, this was
the very same person from my past, another ghost, so really peeps, WEIN,
SOSO????????? She was a mean teen or tween, “whatever Congressman”, and she
literally just about broke my bicycle and threatened to kick my ass, another Katy Dairy Queen
deal I suppose, as I’ve had my share; without any clever teasing little
RPL-fairy tales, Joann’A’s, or “WHATEVER” Sir Bob Andrews and PINK RODD-GODD goddesses out there in human
form. Years later when she became my boss, she abused me all over again,
ripping off my pay, shouting at me for daring to complain about it, and of
course I quit, but B4I did quit, I had an experience that was beyond
unfathomable, again, and straight out of that great 60’s show called “Dark shadows”, so again, SOSO-WEIN? In a life not yet being lived until the
universe gains a little weight, atomically, (the future middle-late 23rd
century), I work at a place in Westmont, not singing any 1997 transdimensional
tunes, hopefully at least; called World Laboratory of Westmont, but there was
no New Jersey, yet Westmont existed. I was a laboratory researcher, and in
those times we were called LABBERS,
and my name was Arthur Zeejins. I truly
believe that my spirit jumped into me here as Mark Wayne Mohr during a horrible
nightmare ride in a large super-chopper type of device that was flying over the
skies of what now is Brigantine, New Jersey, USA. I was accused of a horrible
crime that I was not guilty of, and was being taken off to a wild horrible
place to be studied and most likely dissected, and resembled a super huge
present time areal military base such as the famous Wright Patterson or A-51 of
today’s times. I fully believe for many powerful reasons that a strange hi-tech
device called a 74-WP standing for world penetration system that could
transport peeps physically through the 4th-5th
dimensional system by turning us into a weird form of light-energy and sending
us through pre-established areal tubes in the skies resembling todays jet vapor
trails that we all see in the sky. I can go on with these things in far greater
detail but time would never permit me to get into any of this in any real
meaningful elaboration. I must tackle all of these things in sections and in
varying times of creating numerous separate blogs. I have powerful memories of
jumping into one of these fields that was somehow engaging itself onboard that
wild super-chopper over Brigantine. Then I jumped out of one of several small
escape-holes that are similar to parachute jumpers today who exit planes from
the air. Without going on and on here, I have a clear memory here in this life
of this occurring in summer time somewhere in the year of 2301, and I ended up
for a quick few seconds going into my life and body system here one night in
Philly, underneath highway I-95 right at a location intersection area of Walker
and Walter Streets in a construction area of Southeastern Philadelphia. This is
where Dorthea Dario put me on that security job and for a few minutes, both me
as Labber Zeejins as well as ‘the me that I am here’ in this life back in the
year of 1988, were one and the same entity. Again with the BH HACKERS and their
stupid “2” in front of the year, making me somehow keep
keystroke hitting 21988 rather than the 1988 only, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I told
my true story to the great federal government’s head-shrinkers back in 1994,
they placed me onto Social Security Disability,
and I was later told that I am just about the only person whoever was approved
on the first try, usually try number 2-4 is denied, this is what I’ve been
told. What happened in actual truth is that ‘DD’
upset me so much folks, that I was planning to drive my car off of a pier at
the end of the street and smack dab into the Delaware River, as life for me was so nightmarish with my OTAMM enemies as well as everything. The
proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back in other words. Time trips were
nothing new to me, and in those days and times, Nick was only a snot nose eight
year old kid for crying out loud. But still, Chester Perkowski
and Chester Frank, and Frank boy-oh-boy oh boy-Capra. The ‘Dark Shadows’ television show
and Victoria Winters, give me a
break, willya world? First, she time trips by way of some wild outlandish
séance on the show, from 1967 back to 1795 to learn how family secrets and lies
really do indeed truly operate in this waking mortal life, and then she talks
about roger Collins and his damn ass 1968 cellphone. Then the copyright date of
that particular episode which should have been 1968 shows on the credits at the
end of the show as © 1966. Then comes the incredible magical shoebox here in my
real waking life while living at the Williamstown, New Jersey HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS, that were owned by Mizz slumlord Maria
Shoemaker of Philadelphia, and whose daughter lovely Mizz Tracy I
actually met on a security job in the year of 2001, and who flirted with me
like there was no tomorrow, the big giant. Now the tablet that my doppelganger
(double) in the 5th dimensional hyperspace was in possession of, was
owned by this other me in 1968 in this wild time-trip. Nick and his pals were
all around and had mysteriously been a part in that alternate reality, of those
who I had known from my days while attending the HTH School, during the periods
of September of 1966, through June of 1968. He was determined to steal it out
of my Saturn Automobile. It was on my front seat laying sort of between the
passenger and the driver side of the car. I had driven it down the Black Horse
Pike from my apartment, and in 1966 when the person who I am here, was living
in Westmont at the Haddon Hills apartments,
was living in the Highview Apartments in that alternate world. I drove
to my HTHS high school and the tablet was with me in the car, and in my
combined time trip alternate reality, my consciousness was only able to
remember that I had this wild and weird magical shoebox as it was in the year
of 1996 when this all happened to me, and there were no TABLETS, at least I
don’t remember of ever hearing of them. I just knew that I was indeed totally
aware of this magical reverse-elongated shoebox that could read newspapers and
the print would magically change. When I lived in Quakertown in Pennsylvania as
a boy of ages 6 and 7, I would tell my father that I had this weird thought in
my head about a newspaper that as we were done reading it, the print would just
change by magic. My dad gave me a smirk and told me that someday a lot of wild
things would be invented to do just that, and that’s a quote. When he in 1974
was visiting, he told me about the space platforms and the starships of the STAR TREK SHOW, and this had not happened until
the ‘STAR TREK’
movies that came down the damn pike about four damn ass years in the
future from then, in 1978, am I wrong, lovely 1980 hair shampoo girl, am I really WROOOOOOOONG, oh lovely girl????????????????
When I was on the Atlantic city beaches all the way back in the end of the
nineteen-sixties and then early into the 70’s, weird peeps would come up to me
and do and say some off the wall things about similar things. The weirdest
however that cannot ever be topped is the strange dude who told me all sorts of
stuff along these same lines of what I’ve been discussing, and then when I got back
to the rooming house on Stenton Place, that was owned by lovely Mizz Selena Dada, this wild magical dude from WHEREVER,
managed to telepathically input directly into my mind, what I came to call
later on and shortly thereafter, and still call to this very day, the “LAW OF
1”. The Law of one basically says that if something in real truth
exists, then it always has and always will, because all time is one time. Back
in 1974 and at the tender age of nineteen and a half years, this totally
friggin’ blew my mind, Count Marcucci, sir, of all crawling bugs everywhere, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Peeps, I am tired and
hungry and need to start wrapping up for this day, but I will be expanding and
telling a whole lot more and without the holly or the magical year of 1969 or
its many wild tunes of jam and jelly and peaches and cream. Well on the great
Astral Plane, saying peaches and cream is one and the same thing as saying jam
and jelly, you know, like if you say ‘stay’ or ‘knee’; either way, you are
saying the very same thing. But what I am now saying and there is only one meaning here, summer camp Mack Kaiter sir, of the
gods of late sixties ambiguity and older blogs of the BOM and Mountainpen and
Morianity Bible for M-3, but yes, ‘I am
saying this to you boy’, and naught to Mizz Blake, lovely Patty HHH, or anyone else, that I will now
counterstrike my MSOA’s with me’ twusty ole’ Magnetic-Sound
Machine, AKA for short, my great and one and only MAGNESONIC.
So a HUUUUUGE super ass WOW-WOW!!!!!
MAGNESONIC----MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
GO TO ALL ORDERS, ALL COMMANDS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, AND SCAN FOR ALL OTAMMITE
ENEMIES HURTING AND WIPING OUT YOUR CREATOR, ME. HEAR ME THROUGH G-398552846
AND CG-18---EITT SYSTEM THAT REPLACES OLD STYLE AT&T DUAL TONE SYSTEMS.
COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM,
EMPOWER AN IMAGE-OBJECT THAT I’VE CRUSHED AND SINGED AND PLACED ONTO YOUR
TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. WHATEVER NOW HAPPENS TO THIS EMPOWERED I-O HAPPENS TO THESE
DISEASED AND EVIL PRICK OTAMMITE ENEMIES OF THE MOUNTAINPEN. UNDER CRUSH
DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT----D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T, HEAR MY VOICE
PRINT AND USE THE DUAL TONES NOW. SCAN FOR ALL AIR ANDSKY ENEMIES, ALL ENEMIES
HURTING MY HEALTH WITH DEATH-BEAMS, ENEMIES CAUSING ME ALL AN DANY LIFE AGONY
AND PAIN AND HELLISHNESS WITH FAILURES, NOISE ASSAULTS, ALL OF IT!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-1133,
G-13, G-14, G-189, G-3647, UNDER CG-2745 AND STOP.
We will now see what things brings, oh world!!!!!!!!! So a huge and sloppy ass
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, oh great Sir Chester Frank, and me’ best to Billy, Paul,
and thunderous transdimensional lightning bolts in Philadelphia, on or off
Broad Street, Academy Road, or Grant Avenue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION FOLKS, AND BLOG
END TIME IS 6:06 in the dark and lovely full moon lit evening,
YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AND
WOSER-WOWSER-WOWSER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye-bye now brown eyed KAL KALI-OH!
LOVELY GRANDDAUGHTER OF DEAR DEPARTED MIZZ SARA J. KARGE. You’re all a bunch of
ugly witches from Dogtown!
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