The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": BTAT--CHAPTER 0011

BTAT—CHAPTER 0011

Friday, January 13, 2023

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We may naught be on the goddamn Starship Enterprise, but THIS IS NO DRILL, lads and lassies, and also Engineer/Lieutenant Commander Sir/ Mister Montgomery Scott. The second that that miserable government vote all went down, Mister 1980 Sivo Sir, all mother trucking Dogtown broke loose around me. But what started out as semi-bad for me a week back now, became beyond super-ass bad, and yesterday was a beyond futhermucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. This was a definite top ten WORST DAMN DAY FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN THIS ENTIRE DECADE OF THE TWENTIES SO FAR!!!!!!!!!!! I too horrendous areal death siege yesterday following a week now of somewhat bad siege by the goddessdamn MISOE, which sometimes they get me mind-hacked to type in MISOA, just as sometimes they get me to type in PBHA instead of PBHE. This magical little freaking A&E thing however, is quite simple ass to figure in all of this, as in the great cable television channel we all know and love, or most of us, the Arts & Entertainment CHANNEL, and yes, shortened as most of us now refer to it as, the (A&E) CABLE-TV-CHANNEL. These things are all a part of the great BIBLICAL Seek And Find Expansion Techniques (SAFET), for figuring out the many otherwise endlessly lost to the cosmos, mysterious of, and in all of our lives. Peeps, I know that I am in DOGTOWN ON EARTH, I know this and no human mortal will convince me otherwise. However people, what would convince me would be if this hellishness around me forever and ever, would ever come to a halt? That would of course absolutely convince me, as HELL lasts forever and ever, and we all know of Mountainpen’s phone conversations, and one in particular with Sir Jim T. Burr back in 1976. He and I were talking way back then of what now I refer to as my CONTINUE-SYNDROME.

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SCAN ALL OF MY ENEMIES, USING YOUR ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY. USING YOUR ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGY, YOU WILL BE CREATING AN IMAGE OBJECT TO BE EMPOWERED ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, AND YOU ARE HEARING ME NOW BY WAY OF REPLACEMENT OF OLD-STYLE AT&T TONE SIGNALS, ELECTRONIC INTERNET THOUGHT TRANSMISSION. USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND SPECIAL ORDERS NEEDED FOR CARRYING OUT THESE INSTRUCTIONS. SCAN FOR ALL OF MY MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES THAT ARE ASSAULTING ME THROUGH PERSECUTION HARASSMENTS OF AIR ATTACKS, HEALTH ATTACKS, NOISE ATTACKS, UTILITY ATTACKS, MIND INFLUENCE ATTACKS ON ME AS WELL AS THOSE AROUND ME CAUSING NEGATIVE EVENTS TO COME INTO MY LIFE, AND ALL OTHER HORRIBLE MONSTROUS STUFF THESE VICIOUS TRASHY SCUM ARE ENDLESSLY PERPETRATING UPON ME AND HAVE BEEN EVER SINCE THE EIGHTIES DECADE CAME IN. ALSO SCAN FOR WHOEVER AND WHATEVER OUT HERE CAUSED MY SUPER BOTBAR DAY ON JANUARY 12^TH OF 2023, FOR TOTAL DESTRUCTION AND OBLITERATION. COMPUTER, ON AN “I” TO “D”, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER NOW A TOTALLY CRUSHED & SINGED IMAGE-OBJECT ON YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THIS I-O ON YOUR T-B WILL HAPPEN TO THE ACTUAL SCANNED FILTHY ENEMIES VIA SUBATOMIC SPOOKY EINSTEINIAN FAWCES!!!!!

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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK WAYNE MOHR

'AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK'

No matter what else is right or wrong, or as the old sixties song said, weak or strong, being or not being 'me', I must admit to one big thing that happened in 2014 that was not all negative by any stretch, even though I am sure the motives were not that philanthropic, Mister Good Deeds Doer wizard of OZWALD, near Kaptain-Kangaroo. Good ole’ 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am no longer dependent on a very powerful drug called Ativan or its cousin drug Lorazepam. I learned at the Wellcare, my insurance for health, that this is not all that different than many psych drugs, that would have all done the same thing, and made me more relaxed, and stop the chocking sensation that came on me ever since that monster night of June 4, 1983. But all of these drugs have powerful lifelong effects, they kill the desire to do anything at all, and ever since 1983, I totally wasted my life. Enemies in the Milituforce didn't help matters, but still, even they cannot forever keep me a shut in and make me too scared to face the morning sunshine. WOW what a mother fucking apropos statement for this particular day on the calendar, Mister Sampler Vocoders. Still, I was speaking to a very magical lady who really was a young teenager, talk about original selfies and 13 going on 30, on 14 in this case, huh CUZ-DT? Still, I am down to less than 10 a week now, about 5 Mg weekly, and dropping slowly to none. I do supplement with other relaxers such as Excedrin PM and Bufferin tablets, and also melatonin and soon, I may try the Hypericum tabs that I ordered from the Walgreen Pharmacy Website. These are good for nerves and also relaxation. But the important thing is staying away from the narcotic part of all of this, some kind of Benzene or similar thing, if I am spelling it correctly. It was thought of as the king of anxiety relieving medications 3-40 years ago, and it made me relax quite well, but it also made me not care about ever starting a family, thinking rationally and normally about everyday things in society, and very lethargic in general about caring to do anything. I am not saying that I didn't try doing lots of shit and got shot down, but lots of folks try a thousand things and get shot down each time also. Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone, no nothing, all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything. He didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the fucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has a n awful lot of god dam company, and won't ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time about memory loss and how it related to Exploratron trans-dimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers effecting multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of ''many-songs'', the literal meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my cuzz was not so dumb after all, Great auntie Alice Gallagher of Chicago. Not dumb at all, hay; the 'fother mucker' has managed to amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bare bones beginning of all kinds of wild shit that could keep five dozen other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come, and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in the entire story of me and my family, and the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and how this entire thing all tries to fit together even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku of NYU?

I was all set to go downstairs and raise the roof about the excessive noise recently around here, but I first checked my mail, and out popped the ghosts of X-mas past, present, and future, along with my 2015 Social Security non pajamas award letter and my nice 1.7 percent cost of living increase. But I had to have this letter faxed to the County Medicaid Office in order to keep my EBT-BENNIES going and the deadline was the second, and my left hand is a bit screwed up yet to drive safely up to 25^th Street. But Debbie the resident Manager of my PHA building here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, was kind enough to fax it for me. So now it is all done. So I did not merely receive the County Medicaid request form to fax a copy of my award letter, along with the SS award letter as well, but since she was so nice to me; I did not have the heart to complain about anything, and it was as if the three Charles Dickens ghosts popped out along with the other United States mail, down in the lobby. Them when I came back upstairs, I had a great talk with my nabe Stanley, and I realized that I have really been acting like the biggest fucking jerk off grouch, since 123 Sesame Street, in NYC children's fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People are just trying to all overcome their lousy lives in this lousy world, and I should not be so sensitive to sound, and learn that this is a noisy ass world, so hay, it's like divas, it's hard to live with them, and without them. I'll just quote Dawn King and my father here, with, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!! It is so funny too, Dawn King, as in the FIRST or RISING KING. I doubt I'll ever be able to escape the incredible power of symbolism. I know just how real it all is, Doctor Margret from the Cancer Research Institute. Give my best to Doctor Coryell if you can borrow my baby mama's candles.

Yes, 2015 is hours away, and on some places on Planet Earth will be here in just a very few. We were but 10 and now we're old, but what is the symbolism to all the clocks that advertisers use and display the time as 10-10, and show it more in analogue old style clocks and watches than the newer digital ones? Well, to show me how real 1802 Robin Hill, and the inverted 2008 year of the time or (1980), really was; as in we were but ten ten and now we are old old. Yes made in the image of the Almighty Sarah Jehovah Krassle, with ten fingers and ten toes, there is also her being ten twice, with me, and digital reality is never old, as this 4-D laser built videogame simulation, is made up of this universal code, hence it is always either in 0 parts or 1 parts, and never is young or old. My old pal from 2010 and 2011, Glaring Eyed Billy Crouch and his kin, keep me going somehow, and it is 1980 all over again, only substituting in the TBN with the CBN back in 1980. I wish this entire family the best, especially in 15-15. They know what I'm talking about. He never told me too much, he just wanted me to try and get out of some of the things I was trying to do, and I fought him, and he was right all along. You just obey this powerful almighty god, you don't question her, you don't act like you're some know it all that's going to tell her what songs to sing back in 1983, and I could go on and on. Soon will be 30-30, but not in my lifetime, PRAISE THE LORD/ESS (SAR-AH)! Now I totally see why Don came racing over to his Atlantic City Plaza hotel, as well as stopped me back then from ever trying to get there on the day it opened up. This nation needs to elect a man who is fully part of and aware of the ESS. I used to be against his becoming the president, but now I know that only someone who knows how real this all is, can make us all really move into the millennium. There's no stopping it, it is programmed, and all anyone of us, if we stay stupid that is, can do, is procrastinate the inevitable. So don't even get me started about what these dream-travelers not only CAN DO, but have BEEN DOING for ten thousand fucking years, ladies and gentlemen.

DECEMBER 31, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 10:40

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR----(H73/L-69)

HUMIDITY IS 89%, FEELING 77.

You weren't so far off the money, Mister message leaver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT, BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!

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People’s Magazine and Delmo Cifaloglio, what a damn ass motley crew they are, huh Dave Roth Sir, and CUZZ Style Court judge on great earlier cable-TV channels and shows?

Boy oh Boy oh boy Uncle Frank Capra Billy, what next, in or out of all time warped endless continuing space-time Mountainpen continuums, YO? This is damn ass WEEEEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS oh Sir Camp Counselor Mister Mack 1967 and 1968 Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW THAT MISTER MACY. GEE WILIGARS WORLD, what’s this SHEEEEEEEEIT all weelwee about, Dad and Dawn, not Orlando-Delta from 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake Tony and Sam Cassale you butt wipe idiot morons from 1975. Wish I could have sicked the other People’s Magazine on you numbskulls, making me run around all stupid and using me like a damn ass shift key without any “F” letters and yet with so many BLACK-HAT HACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AMP-SJ-MY NABES HAVE ATTACKED ME ALL NIGHT FUCKING LONG, PAM

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'NABES FROM HELL ARE ATTACKING ME ALL NIGHT LONG, PAM BONDI, AND I NEED SOME MOTHER FUCKING HELP'

I AM GOING TO HAVE TO DIAL 911. THESE UNCOUTH MOTHER ****ING JERK OFFS HAVE BEEN SLAMMING AND SHOUTING EVER SINCE TEN LAST NIGHT OUT IN MY HALLWAY THAT I SHARE WITH LOTS OF DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO UPSET ME ALL NIGHT LONG.

The beautiful lovely Mizz Ashley Moody; why can’t people like this realize what I am being put through??????????? “YYYYYYYYYYYY, JIMMY YYYYYYYY”?

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I am laying in here sick, and trying to mend; and I don't need this illegal mother ****ing activity from these horrendous evil scum bags, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I normally don't fall into these NABE attacks for no reason, and am going to have to go down in a few hours to my resident manager's office, Mizz Debbie Marotto, and let her examine the video tape in the hall monitoring system for the sixth floor's west wing, especially in-between 5-6 this Satanic fucking morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I'll be checking into this as well, PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am now going to do a major astral-plane bomb out mission of all of my enemies. They can expect some payback for all this fucking hell against me.

I AM GETTING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING ALL OF A MOTHER FUCKING SUDDEN, PAM!!!!!!!!!! PROGRAMS DO NOT WANT TO OPEN UP OR RESPOND, OTHER DOCUMENTS, ETCETERA, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 31, 2014, (Donna Summer's birthday)

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 6:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE: (H-72/L-69)

YESTERDAY'S HIGH WAS 83 FEELING 85 AND STICKY

MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they want to, but just who really is the world? I know the answer, and I am going to tell you the answer, it is the National Broadcasting Company of America, better known as the NBC television network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected to them, without exception. They literally want to rule the world, not by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to operate weapon with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in any way, even if it should fail eventually, which is highly doubtful. Literally, if this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire, I would call NBC, Caesars Megaphone. They want to dictate to us 24-7-365, what to think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular, what to listen to and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest disappointment in all of this, was the computer world invention. The reason this never allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about these wicked mother fuckers, is because before internet ever opened its doors, NBC and the others as well that shortly followed, totally had their powerful bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke hold, on the necks of all of us. If they like you, you stand a chance to at least be heard. If they hate you, this new tool can only serve, to make things far worse than the days before all of this fucking garbage was invented by them and their henchmen. You cannot win by trying to watch lots of other channels besides the main network number in a local area, such as Channel-5 here in mine. The NBC is a network, and they have swallowed up the entire system for the most part, they have the weather-channel and most of everything else that I watch from time to time. I am about to start watching ONLY the TBN NETWORK, where they cannot get their grubby fucking Satanic hands on everything, and influence it all under their 'Hitleristic' power and domination! These mother fuckers make me literally sick to my mother fuckiGN stomach.

On this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during those months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy unholy anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I fucked up on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were either 20, 30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the '3' and the '4' are next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and I meant 40, not 30, 'just saying'. When the time is right, I will show you more things about how being off in a mathematical equation by a few numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but I do not know how simple I can relate the story, but I'll try. Just not right now on this blog.

Thank you very much for getting this death siege to break off for me on this 26^th day of Microsucks Lightbulb Hack December, in this nightmare year of 2014. Very quiet and serene, thank you so very much. I'll take what little bit I am ever able to get, and I'll love it, ma'am! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

HERE IS THE GENERAL INFORMATION PIP. NO CANDY BARS FOR MISTER BILLY MUMMY.

HOW I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL MOONS OF THE ES CHARTER SCHOOL OF PORT SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USA, WOW!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, the pricks (MISOE’s TOOK THIS AND MANY GREAT LINKING GISMPOS OFF OF ME’ WHITTLE BWOGS, THE (BOM), YO!!!!! The ‘BOM’ and the ‘BOB’, another great non DCR “Motley Crew”, huh world???????? Good old David. He said this a lot, along with ‘ain’t life grand’, and ‘water seeks its own level’, and many other greats of all time. He is truly missed, all you witches out there and sleep-killers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nobody changes from this, to what my Florida DL shows today 8 years later, nobody; unless they were exposed to some wild rad-field or some other SYFY hocus-pocus, YO!!!!!!! This was an evil hacker’s trick that I fully plan to have Sir SWAP show to my local county sheriff, Sir Ken Mascara of all New Jersey/Florida trans-dimensional experiences, lovely Merr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

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So why did these people all screw me so goddamn badly and have no conscience about it whatsoever, if I am not truly in HELL, Mister Joe Paget, sir? I know where I am, as well as WHO YOU ARE, Mister Rossmoor Metsker of the autumn in 1987!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay let's work on another keyboard and play a Monopoly game after that, Bruce ‘voice alterer’ Alan Pennock of 1972 and 1973!!!!!!!!!!!

You see it is time now for me to BEGIN MY DISCUSSION FOR THIS PRESENT POINT OF FOCUS SHIFT; MY LOVELY WONDERFUL Mizz Patricia HHH. WOW-2-THAT!

Hay let's work on another keyboard and play a Monopoly game after that, Bruce voice alterer P!!!!!!!!!!! Or maybe we will just move onto the discussions from nearly a decade later on!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART.

MY enemies hacked all of these things away from me, oh world, but you all know this without me saying damn BOO.

WOW; and why is this happening to me, JAMES BURR and AGE-TIME SWITCH HITTER DANIEL WORMHOLE MACKEY; & with such power, fervor, and incorrigible persistence?

My very first trip to Florida, was not to Fort Pierce in December 2009, or Orlando in 1983. It was around 1957 or early 58; down to Fort Lauderdale. My mom had a brother named John Leonard Mason on Northeast Avenue and Eleventh Street or some similar address, and this was his second family, after losing both his first wife and little son Eddie, to horrendous medical disasters. More AMA garbage. But then, the great peeps get the great care, like Keaton and Hawking, and the rest of us nobody's go through mother fucking hell. But this is all yesterday's boring fucking newspaper, sorry. Aniwho, on the way down with my parents in their 57 Chevy, long before the great highway was there, Warren and Boo, we were on a back road and pulled over, and I fell asleep in the car, and was instantly in a very large room that was warehouse sized. All of a sudden it was just dark as all shit and very scary for a small child. Then a bunch of vacuum cleaners began coming towards me, making very loud sounds, as the old ones used to do. In later life, I renamed them, child frighteners. They chased me while I ran all over this dark room and they had little lights on them. Then horrible laughing came from all over this huge and very dark room. The laughing had then become much more scary to me than the situation of being chased all around by these wild vacuum cleaners. Half a decade or so later, while living in Westmont, New Jersey, this dream came back and had a wild twist to it. After I was finally caught by these vacuum cleaners, they took me into this future where I was around ten or so, and it was bright sunny daytime and I was running all over town trying to escape huge hooded giant entities that kept relentlessly chasing me all around and I knew if they caught me, it was curtains. I would go into houses and beg for help, and various nice old ladies, probably my age now; would tell me it is OK and would assure me they would protect me, and then they would become the same shadow monsters as the rest of those who were chasing me, and this would go on seemingly all mother fucking night long many times, YO. Shortly after these nightmares began, I heard voices coming out of the electrical power lines near my window. It was a little girl and she told me she is always watching me and never told me she was the goddess of Lightning. We are leaving this right here for right now, lovely LOO-HEARTS, you go girl, and hey Letty-girl, Choo up to YO??? When things like this get opened up, many wonder perhaps, where do I plan to go with this. Very soon, so much will become very clear, but ONLY if you open up your minds and don't keep a stuffed shirt mentality about every dam thing, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The dream travelers have always fascinated me beyond words, maybe ever since Apollo-Lucifer Diablos Krassle threw me up against that wall in 1976, at my mom's apartment on Jefferson Street, in Media, Pennsylvania. One minute we are here in a body, and the next, we are in a foreign scene and world, and this happens to most of us almost every single night with clockwork regularity. But mind is a lot more than why we have one so called waking life and multiple other hyperspace interactions, but it is the key to it all. Mind is not something inside of your body, but is a real true realm that is above dimensionality the way we are able to perceive it. Many times, I read over and over again, an old blog from another recent year while I was a little newer to Florida so far as being a resident. How can you read this for example, and not be in total dam awe of the way the fifth dimensional hyperspace is working all around all of us, folks?

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There is a parallel universe where I don't spend a hell of a lot of time concerning myself with the G-20, not 8, wow am I behind the times. Or am I? Perhaps I just get many countless parallels mixed up, it is not easy being me, Dave Roth license plate admirers and all from a night in the summer time of 1987. This is because there is no dam G-7, G-8, G-20, or whatever, just a Roundhouse Manor Estate in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. My level of personal immaturity is the same there however, and is the concern of my family. All this is on many previous blogs, and has no power or weight, as it is all unproven and will be until long after my current me-life physical death will occur in just less than twenty years, PTL. In this universe, there is a very good reason that my younger daughter, PEE, is so interested in those suicide bomber pilots from WW TWO. This is what won the war for the axis side, in that other universe. You know, Ida forgotten totally about the recent interaction with PEE, but for watching the Fort Pierce CCC television last night, number 110, about the black holes and the M-Weird theories that grew between the seventies and basically just around the time before my blogging and all the hell that followed as a result. Yes, good old Yamoto was the big war hero over there in that other reality and won the war with complex naval strategies, before Mister Einstein could complete his work on the atom bomb. Speak of the DUKE, and the great movie, and spell checker will not help me to correctly spell the name of this Japanese naval officer, so yes folks, it is not spelled accurately. Bruce Pennock was a good friend of mine in this universe, and doubtfully did I ever know him over there, but he realized how all of us are indeed only human, despite that three octave sudden climb before completing his famous sentence that my older daughter likes so much. Where are you when I need you, Roy Carl Weiler Senior?

Moving this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college, where she never went to the detention center down the road from our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it, MMMMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS. There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law & Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now, Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS. Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen Marylou in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once, giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally non-bloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most likely trans-dimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen, and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother fucking know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable dam hell as a result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK guest, folks, WHAAA.

Let me tell you what I am talking about. There are shadows and there is substance, and all concepts of humanity are backwards. That is a sentence of true awesome power right there, but there's a lot more. There is a reason that I had to have a terrible shock one day in late May, that causes me to this day to require taking medication for, and has no rational rhyme nor reason for coming on me suddenly on June the 4^th in 1983 at 10:30 PM, the way that it did. But there are parallel worlds where because of things working out in powerful ways with my father in the days right before Einstein completed the atom bomb project, forced 5^th dimensional channels and eddies to all wash into a weird commingled reality, and I believe to this day with all of my heart, that my great banker family, knew the secrets, as my mom told them all to her cousin Ruth Huntington, and she was the wife of the great banker of those days, who even denied a big loan to Donald Trump's father, the eminent Heinz Gottwald, Senior VP of the Manhattan main branch of the world's 2^nd largest bank then in the seventies, CHEMICAL NATIONAL, now I believe, Gawky; called PNC, a slight hyperspace twist in fate, huh my friends and distant relatives at TWC? This is also why TD bought my Commerce Bank, and just after the year 2000 had ended, in my very early days at Jenny's dirt ball trailer park in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG; I had an incredible powerful interaction or (dream), where I was inside my future self as an Exploratron, here in Florida. It was winter, and many things happened; involving the cold, Paul, and the bank, and my being homeless; and sure as the Loretta SAR of Mary Hartman Fartman, it all worked its way, as did the telephone conversation of the great WOW, into a mixed and merged, or commingled reality. This needed to happen, and is why powerful global and beyond global forces, get upset, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO MY DOCTOR, ANY DOCTOR, ANY STATE; EVER SINCE THIS CONDITION CAME ON ME ON JUNE 4TH, IN '83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday, I had a 2:30 afternoon appointment with my Florida Doctor, Doctor Jay I. Schorr. From the moment I left home, chemtrails were very bad above me here in Fort Pierce, off to my north, Oliver Fawn Hall Wildpartys. When I parked at the doctor's parking lot, a powerful loud awesome crash level small private aerial assault, struck right over me at a 'perfect daughter Pennock' zenith, straight over my car, out of millions of possible square feet over my position. Every time I see a health care professional to keep me alive and going by writing me another generic Ativan script, I get killed and annihilated. Just archive old blogs at my old site, and also I am 'Schorr' that this has been mentioned once or twice, even on this new blog as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

****ing thing I talked about twenty and ten years ago, is finally just now being seriously discussed on science documentaries on mainstream television, in this present time. Now, it will take until after I am fucking cunt dead and gone, but then, after as MC or “MY”, put it so fantastically, back in 2008, on her fabulous marvelous cool website; yes, after it indeed is TOO LATE, for me; 'hyperspace', and what I've suffered through as a result of this shit all around me, while alive here in waking life; will all come out, and after it is totally TOO LATE to do me one bit of mother fucking good, I'LL EVENTUALLY BE FREAKING VINDICATED, WOW, LUCKY LUCKY WHEETAHD ME, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Reminds me of Dark Shadows the great sixties soap TV show, where Dock Julia Hoffman hypnotizes gorgeous Victoria Winters, and shows her vampire Barney Collins in his wooden tub all stretched out and elegant looking in his business suit. Never remember Vicki, BUT NEVER FORGET. The epitome of MIND CONTROL, huh Rigsby and Patty Jane.

DID SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN?????????????????????????? If so, read the damn BOB Reminds me of Dark Shadows the great sixties soap TV show, where Dock Julia Hoffman hypnotizes gorgeous Victoria Winters, and shows her vampire Barney Collins in his wooden tub all stretched out and elegant looking in his business suit. Never remember Vicki, BUT NEVER FORGET. The epitome of MIND CONTROL, huh Rigsby and Patty Jane.

FUDGE YOU WORD PROGRAM, KMA, I am not changing these words!!!!!

DID SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN?????????????? If so, then read the damn BOM folks and learn the real truth.