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waking world where anyone may be reading this on the
internet. The real place is called, TECKBAY MYSTERY
SCHOOL, existing on the PHASE-2 Reality or the PLANK, AKA
the Astral-Plane.
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LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE NOW READING
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
015
Now,
if what happened to me in August of 1986, is ever to be fully
grasped by any of you, let alone by me; an entire group of
events, to quote the great Terry from Egg Harbor, New Jersey, not
the detention center or the island high school, there Microsoft,
but thanks for the memories; all needs to be properly
categorized, if not in a perfectly organized time order to get
Terry salivating, so much as, a complete order or a list of the
''everything involved'' in the August 1986 life altering
experience. Sarah
Nurockey,
if this is her name and proper spelling, as many remember from my
MEDPORT DINER EXPERIENCE IN THE SPRING TIME IN 1986, IN MARLTON,
NEW JERSEY, WITH DAVID ROTH AND MYSELF, proves beyond any doubt,
that as the old saying goes, only amplify and up it a million
times, to quote the late great Doctor Carol Sagan, and yes,
where there was smoke, indeed a giant fire volcano was totally
brewing all along, YO!
On
the Astral Plane, where her true name is Sarah Krassle; this is
where this entire mortal world stuff around me has its true major
power. The human world part of it may appear large only to those
with eyes to see and ears to hear, the real higher truths. The
biblical reference will apply perfectly to others who simply put,
just do not. “They see through a glass dimly”, ask your
pastor if this is not a recognized group of words to you, he or
she will tell you this is no frikkin' lie, YO!
So
without even beginning to touch the fifteenth day in that 1986
August, kind folks, you can see that already, many things were
all going down all around me and my circle of associates, from
friends such as Dave, to musical arrangers I had do some work for
me six years earlier, and so on and so forth. Now,
let us say that a lot of things all fused together in ways that
by some wild crazy chance, just happened to be that one chance in
a trillion or so to happen, and I drew the shittiest straw in the
history of the cosmos. Fine, I can live with that, or can I, but
my pernt, sir Archie Bunker is as follows, sir: Some huge
collection of total ''weirdness'' struck me at this one exact
point in time, senator Watergate, and without any connections to
the great Washington building Break-in, by Mister Nixon's men on
17 June of 1972, mister Jockamini, or however that Haddon
Township high School guidance Counselor spelled his dam name back
in 1967 and 1968. I had told him all about this date, and even
how in a symbolic way, something would be involved in holding
back some great flood waters. Well, I do not know a better
Webster definition for a WATER-GATE.
I
tried showing you all how I gave it one last ditch effort to be a
hobbyist music creator, as I loved doing since the age of four.
Every time I am stopped. I had wild ''dreams'' of it all
happening before it even did. And again, it was all around the
Christmas-Holiday season,
back in late 2012 when it all went south
for me at the Avalon Recording Studio. I pasted in their
page. I have no intention of ever having any more to do with
people who know my sad life affairs, and then go onto mercilessly
treat me like I'm a piece of dirty stinky dog shit.
Thanks
for stopping by, Avalon Recording Studio is now closed for
business. If you are looking for a professional recording studio
we recommend Power Station Studios in Pompano Beach, Florida.
www.powerstationstudios.com
TEE
HEE HEE HEE HEE, LILLY MUNSTER!!!!!!!
Closed
for business my grass-mole, people. Fires, things closing so as
to prevent me from ever pursuing anything I try and do, hay, you
need to be a complete mother fucking imbecile to believe in a
never ending pattern for an entire human lifetime, that keeps me
endlessly fucked and screwed. There is just no way that bad luck
all by itself, can be doing all of this fucking shit to me, not
for 50 solid years since age nine and two thirds years. You
wanna' believe it, go right ahead and do so, but COUNT ME OUT!
People,
it went up to 94 degrees and felt well over 100 with the Florida
humidity. The weather man said tonight it will be like this until
November, for the most part. I like a dude who doesn't mother
fucking sugar coat shit and try and make us happy with a pack of
rotten lies. Reality is all we have in this major fucking
illusion, in fact, we don't even really have that, if this is an
illusion, huh Professor NYU Kaku?
JANE
SHITWHORE GUESSWHO JUST NAILED ME WITH HER FUCKING MISERABLE ONES
ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, ALLOW ME NOW TO TRY AND
COMPENSATE, PLEASE FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{{{{(((''TANKS'')))}}}}.
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How's
that god dam 8 'speaka' system doing, Alan John 1966 Wolf of
Princeton, not U?????????????????????????????
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Pam
Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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dreaming's, recurring dreaming's and vivid dreaming's, verses
otherwise semi normal dreaming's comprising for the most part any
or all other types or ''nocturnal experience'', where to start,
WOW?
Well
if the beginning is the best place to quote my late great mommy
dearest, Abbey Carmichael; then by th e gods I shall, Emperor
Ceaser. Starting with the blogs of later this week that is, not
on this one, it is late, I am all techno popped and pooped out,
good folks and whabbits and Mister Disney who your offshoots seem
to be so fascinated with me about what only the gods could
possibly know, huh LIZZY, WHOOOO, yeah, that is why they
persecuted the living fucking Jesus crapper shit soup out of me
every time I made that sound that she made that day in late June
of 1994 over at my apartment at the Highview of Williamstown.
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