YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH:
The
Governor discusses time travel intelligently, a must view for any
real Morians, YO.
2:30
on Christmas afternoon, here in Florida, YO!
THINGS
COULD NOT BE WORSE FOR ME IF I WERE HUNG
UP
SIDE DOWN AND PISSED ON FOR TEN YEARS STRAIGHT.
Folks,
I told my old landlady, Jenny Plageman, at the trailer park that she
owned, when I moved in there on Halloween evening of the year 2000,
in Mullica, New Jersey, the outskirt village to the west of
Hammonton, New Jersey; never to make a god out of my GAWNUM, or Gawky
Gaukauk's numerology. Unfortunately, I know its true total
frightening power to accurately reveal the future, to any extremely
skilled users of this; and I have indeed, and long ago, MADE A GOD
OUT OF IT.
I
asked the GAGA CAT why my nice Blogging Audience or for short, I've
called my Blogaud, has basically all but vanished away early this
December, as it had grown to nearly 7,000 hits in a year and I
figured this had to be a continuous 15-50 audience, not real big, but
then, I am not Britney Spears, Justin Beiber, or any of these lovely
darling entertainment peeps, and also, I am not young, and the
internet world makes no bones about the fact they really only like
the young, and that we old fucks are just in the way, out of place,
and annoying to them. Well, my smirky answer to all of you kiddies is
thissssss, Mizz Erica AMC Snakes, of 1983.
You
just watch as decade after decade, not only will the real way you
look at 3 AM change, but so will the way you feel in your body no
matter what you may try and do to prevent it, and on top of that, you
will find a new generation behind you that wants nothing to do with
you, so what comes around does indeed go around, abnd you will all
get yours for thinking of us older farts as so unimportant,
irrelevant, and uninteresting. If we old fucks were really smart,
we'd all let you stumble and fall into deep holes and never even so
much as try and stop you by grabbing an arm or lending a word of
advice. I am not saying we are all full of great wisdom or that our
wisdom applies in a new generation, as even the great super minds of
the American forefathers realized this fallacy, and created
elasticity in the United State4s Constitution, hence, our many
amendments to it, as these mental giants foresaw this need and made
the necessary provisions for this.
But
getting back to GAWKY and his true ultimate mathematical wisdom with
numeration, that realizes somehow that space-time-mind fields of
electromagnetic energies and the many inter-relationships of living
humans here on Planet Earth, can be much more accurately connected
together with an old biblical truth of using the scripture to compare
the scripture, something known well to the majority of the
intelligent clergy persons of the world and I had nothing to do with
originating. Its idea goes far back into antiquity, I assure you.
Anyway, astronomy, astrology, and our consciousness, when combined
properly, is this GAWNUM thing, and it is so accurate when properly
used by practiced skilled users, that if you dwell on it too long, I
promise you, you'll go totally nuts, and you'll love it, with or
without a hamburger and a bag of fries in your hand and mouth, Mickey
D. Pokerhands. Let me open up with a few little things here. I asked
the GAGA-CAT, WHY I HAVE LOST MY BLOG AUDIENCE. I HAVE FOR THE MOST
PART. For months since last spring, the view counter on the blog user
page went from 1000 views, suddenly up to just under 7000 views, and
week after week and month after month, it raced up, until the very
beginning of this very month of December of 2012, the end of
MORIANITY, and seemingly, JUST AS
THE ANCIENT FUCKING MAYANS
SEEMED TO SOMEHOW KNOW
ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, I will not
sit in here and play 'god' to quote a silly word that is no more than
DOG, in reverse. GODS have names, and so do GODDESSES. I happen to
personally know your great Goddess of this planet, the awesome and
beyond hot, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the
capitol city of the capitol province of the Phase-2 reality, or the
realm of the ASTRAL, otherwise known as and labeled, the Bardo, the
land of the dead, the underworld, the afterlife, the spirit world,
and the list does endlessly go on, I promise WOMO, WO, and MO, THAT!
Still, what I WILL DO, is simply tell you that I asked the GAGA kitty
cat why this happened early this month, as well as shy nobody is ever
interested in ever viewing any of my music postings despite obviously
having an interest in my blogging text and viewing the posts I put up
to them, 7000 times in just over a year since this second blog was
started on the www.blogger.com/
website, owned and operated, as all things on the internet nowadays
just about are, by the All Mighty GOOGLE GOD. It sort of has a nice
ribng to it, Google All Mighty, and after-all, it is based on a very
huge mathematical number of one followed by thirty three sets of
three digit loop groups, you know, as in the 000 that make up
thousand, then 000 million, then 000 billion, only this is 33 groups
or 99 zeros, 100 digits with a one in the front, so just by using
that name, it implies what it implies, as the lovely and all
encompassing Goddess Scylla knows all too well, as in HER other world
famous non empire ruling statement of 12 May, 12 years after I penned
my song called, what else, SARAH, in 1996, still, the commanding way
that these words do speak, after-all, even distant cuzz Dawn-Marie
king knew about it at least unconsciously, and used it almost on a
daily basis, when she would reiterate over and over to either me, her
hubby Louis Laines (Chicky), or her mom, Ann King Silva, and I quote
her again, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. How is that so different from I AM
THAT I AM. I noticed that the second that I blogged about the brand
new IAMS DOG FOOD PROMOTION on the television a short while back, it
was instantly pulled off, but how about the ad spots right before it
over the past months of this year, notice the sky above the talking
dog, literally GRID PATTERN FILLED WITH GARGANTUAN BRIGHT WHITE
CHEMTRAILS? Just how much of this life, is going over all of you nice
wonderful folks out here, anyway, YO? I-95 and my messed with McGuire
memories, often done by actual time travel with Transdimensional
Trunk Devices or TTD's, is the usual cause of memory blocks, changes,
or other weird mental effects. You stay the same and things around
you alter, so how can memory remain a connected constant to both
worlds, worst or best; hell, I'll bet even lovely young Hannah
Montana has figured that out by now, you know, the other MC, without
the squared equations and marvelous computer take over hacks. Oh
well, I've learned to live with Scylla and HER endless teen games, as
what choice do I have? Also, I will always love Her no matter what
SHE pulls. So aniwho, I asked why my audience has deserted me, and it
is so obvious, whenever anything connects into MUSIC, good old mother
fucking ass MUSIC, it is a total given, with or without any of
Callio's friends from high school, given, Givens, or other rat ass
holes; but yes, the entire year went to hell, and all because of that
techno-pop post up attempt all year long, of the old 1983 song that
was then called, “Girl, I'll Tell you Anything”, and now has a
rewritten lyrical content to the Basically same music with very minor
alterations, and a twin beat to the old one, equal feel and phrasing,
only now called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, in my opinion causing
another quick off the air syndrome from the great fucked up
Entertainment Industry or the EW or the true Astral Plane reality of
these waking world doppelgangers, the LAMBRIGG CULT, encompassing all
of the other physical life cults and groups, from the illumisnotty to
each and every other one of them, YO. So moving this along folks, or
nobody, or whatever, as Bob Andrews said so often to me down in Al
Pileggi's basement back in 1975, as a teenager or perhaps just out of
his teens, I do not remember anything now except his Oak Street home
in Haddon Heights, New Jersey, and his old 609-547-**** telephone
number. The Copyright Office of the United States totally knows this
BRIGGBASE reality/conspiracy is real and true, otherwise how can an
unknown nobody, down and poor and broke and out, all of his 58+
years, know so many powerful and name recognized peeps, it would not
be possible by any random chance occurrence, and even old 'wehtahd'
me knows it only too well, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here is
the answer from GAGA for why I seemingly have lost my viewers,
suddenly, there we go again, oh great and powerful Wall-Oz-Mart,
older kid in town now, and please Steve Marcus and Steve McGinty, I
don't wanna' hear any of this either, you're just as lot luckier than
me, with money and family support and no army of OTAMMIC enemies
against you, I HAVE TO HEAR THIS SHIT, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!
GAWKY
GAUKAUK (GAGA) 4-SHORT PEEPS, ANSWERED THIS QUERRY OF MINE LAST NIGHT
ON x-MAS EVE, YO, WITH THE PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER OF MY MOMS OLD
ADDRESS WHERE SHE GREW UP AS A YOUNGSTER, IN SOUTH PHILADELPHIA, ON
50TH STREET, NEAR PINE STREET, #440. Yes, good old PCN-440 folks, and
here is the match-book list of items for this number.
The
reason Mark Wayne Mohr, meow meow meow, that you lost your BLOGAUD,
is all within the meanings that are connected with you and your life,
from these following words and or group of words,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JULY
TWELVE, NINETEEN SEVENTY----GOLF----TRACY
RICHARDS----CREATOR----YOUTUBE ACCOUNT OF
***********----BUZZARD----BALLOON----BABYLON----GOD'S
DOG----EXTREMELY VIOLENT----PROPHET OF NOTHING
I
also asked my GAGA CAT a few other things, and I will not be printing
and posting it all right now on this blog.
Another
query to the cat was, how come 12 year old's can do all these things
with computers and internet, and everything I ever try to do is
either impossible or takes me months when it takes them hours or
less? MEOW, MEOW, and the kitty cat also said to me, PCN-385, to
answer this.
HERE
ARE THE MATCH-BOOK LISTED ITEMS I HAVE FOR PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBER-385, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PEE----DOG----GOD----AREA
FIFTY ONE----FLAGLER BEACH----CALLED MY HOME----HALLOWEEN
DAY----CASSETTE TAPE----
OK,
so I'll say it folks, Jesus, “W---O---W”.
Well,
whoever is, or isn't, out here, I don't give a hoot pollute in the
hot interstate nineties with a million memory time houses of naked
folks and UFO medical experimenters, if you ever click on my music or
not. I am not here to twist your arm, first of all, I have the
physical strength of a small child, and you would just end up busting
my arm, and if it is the one that I use to wipe my ass, I've got some
real troubles, so I am going to do my legally permitted thing until
the CIA/NSA stops me or kills me, I will post up my links to certain
YOUTUBE SITES, and enemies of the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE be god dammed for
all I care. I have rights, and they include freedom of speech, and Ed
Lynch told me, along with ?Chris Bennett, that I needed to get my
story out to a public forum. I cannot help it is most of those
involved are not little runny nosed fourth grade Susie
Temalocknerton, or the dude down the block, old Jeremy Pajootsio
Junior, and indeed, these blogs are filled with name recognition and
celebrities, but what you refuse to believe about me, is that I not
only don't know them as the great peeps they turned into as they
turned their backs om me, all of them, but that some organized power
and or force that is totally humanly undetectable by present
technology, was and is responsible for all of these things happening
to me at various periods back in time, and this is why the two videos
that I post up here, Miss AT&T Blake, and Mister AT&T Rambo,,
from 1983 and 1984, are indeed being posted. So a TOTAL MIND CONTROL
must be being used against me, the ETTOS, the great PAWM-PIE-ETTOS of
the Astral Plane evil Gods, and their doppelganger humans down here
in these wicked horrific cults, in this 5th
dimensional hyperspace. You don't have to read my blogs and you don't
have to click my links, but you won't frikkin stop me from endlessly
trying to scream out the truth of my message, to the universe, YO!!!
SO MOTHER FUCKING THERE, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
entire rainy day friends from the past, and my entire family, can
multiply what I now say, by about two hundred and three billion:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
SCREW
ALL OF YOU, YA' TRAITERS AND THIEVES.
555555555555555555555555
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