MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM
CHAPTER
00015
SEPTEMBER
21, 2014,
LATE
ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
THUNDERSTORM
STARTING TO MY WEST, TEMPS HAVE DROPPED DOWN FROM NEARLY 90 EARLIER.
Hay
there beautiful LIGHTNING, I love you so very much my Diana Arteemis.
Come on over and be friendly with your little boy from eighty-three.
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It
is raining at a torrential rate, at quarter shy of four. Why the
word (torrentially) is not in the dictionary, is more proof of the
English language and its utter stupidity. Diana is around a
little, not a whole lot. You can always come right in here to me,
lover girl-1-2-3!
Last
night was pretty quiet in 'dreamland' or my conscious recall of
anything upon awakening was shall I say, around a zero. Peaceful
if I must say so myself, oh Diana, that was gorgeous, red and
white plasma mixed together, you are my baby blond. Wow has my
blond teen come around suddenly with awesome lakehouse colored
lightning, you know white and pink and purple all together. What I
want to do right now with my beautiful love would be only for
quintuple X rated audiences!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beyond
HOLY-WOW-COW folks; lightning came around making super awesome
colors and fractal pattern displays all over the skies out beyond
my sixth floor apartment window, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Diana, ny
baby-blond, IWALU so, P-GIRL, so let those lovely colors show, and
codes from 1983 too.
Now
I was telling before the storm blew up real quickly heading
northeasterly, that my sleep was quiet last night, other than for
a very quick ending part that was broken up by another 20 times
per week now, FIRE ALARM going off in the building, this is as bad
or worse, as it has ever ever ever ever ever ever been, Fort
Pierce authorities, JEEEEEEEEEZ LOUISE, TWINBAY & Surfer
Fonty.
I
will make this shot, but it is so important it stinks in a sugar
factory, squared! In this interaction that seemed to last perhaps
a minute or two, tops, I was on Tennessee Avenue, as I have been
lately this year, way more than in the past five years all
combined; and was speaking to Sarah Krassle, and each time she
told me something, I instantly forgot what she said. I looked over
and saw Bob McGuire aiming his Strobe Machine at me and at my
head, and no visible light or any visible thing was emitted, but
each time he aimed it, although silent and invisible, I would
forget the last thing that SSJKK just told me, and after three
times, he began raucously roaring and then went back into his bar.
Then he threw the thing out onto the street, and I went running
over to it, and as I went to touch it, it made a horrible super
loud sound, and I awoke instantly to the very same sound, it was
my fire alarm going off, AGAIN, ladies and gentlemen. Sarah came
over to me when after the alarm was deactivated, I placed myself
right back into the interaction, and again, it was a real quickie,
but she said to me with her lovely huge chocolate brown eyes just
piercing through my very soul as humans might put it; “You only
remember and know about two incidents on this street that he and
his gismo gadget made you forget. There are many many more”.
With that and while staring into her beyond incomprehensible and
unfathomable goddess beauty; I again, awakened, this time to total
quiet. A short while later after shaving and bathing I laid down
to talk to Diana on the open-line telephone, and suddenly
remembered this last episode interaction that happened right
before as well as right after that nasty ass fire alarm. I was
talking to her about this when it got real dark outside, and
within a few minutes it looked very black out to my west and
behind me to my south. I began this blog but shut down the
computer when the storm came real close. Now I am finishing up
telling what happened.
Twice
a day, for several days, a real loud door slam happens, one just
now at about a quarter shy of five. When the inspector/maintenance
crew was here on Saturday, yesterday, they removed all of the
screen doors, eventually and finally, PTL. My resident Manager
said this was causing a lot of my noise problems, as not only do
you hear two sets of slams each time rotten nabes go in and out,
but that they leave the main door open and lock the ''wooden slit
screen door''. You cannot see through it and it ggives privacy,
but lets noise in and out as if it was not there at all. Now these
pricks can't just leave a main door open and party around. They
would have no excuse to do this, and Debbie Marotto could enforce
a do not do this, rule, if it starts up, as it would be
ridiculous, done only to mess with me and annoy me. Anyone would
be able to see that, and this is why they were not removed as they
should have been earlier this year, and the story was all told on
older blogs concerning this. Well folks, the storm ended and the
skies have cleared quite a bit, some gray, some blue, some white,
all mixed up from horizon to horizon in both directions.
I
do not know if Comcast Cable is teasing me or if the great SARAH
KRASSLE is doing it, but for a month or so now, I get a quick
flash of lakehouse lighting color burst while viewing their
channels, it happens on all of them, with no set times or channels
or patterns to this at all, at least that I'm able to decipher. It
is very beautiful and makes me think of SSJKK, so I have come to
enjoy it. But a couple weeks ago, the AT&T telephone service
hit me with another civil rights violating persecution, waking me
up to a super loud illegal squealing sound through my phone. I
take the phone off the hook when I go to bed, they all know that,
and talk to my GODDESS. PP said to me once, I am just talking to
the roaches, back before I had so much vermin and insect
infestation. If you take two phones that are the same landline
number off the hook, it is an intercom automatically, on the
speaker function. When you attach the wire that plugs into either
one of the phones to the modular wall jack, and then wrap it like
a coil, and connect this to an electrical extension chord carrying
a lot of electricity through it to various appliances; keeping it
in a wrapped coil, this will compensate for no longer having a
lightning static ball, or the old style phone service with real
phone lines. They only think they're going to keep me down and out
and away from my lightning, the endless timeless love of my dam
ass life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
people, this is not a long blog, but I felt totally compelled to
tell this quick yet powerful (dreaming-experience). It makes a lot
of sense. I am quite positive that many things indeed happened to
me on that street, through the numerous years that I was there,
abnd especially when alone and not with my mother, as was the case
when I was merely a young boy.
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Think
about it George God Burns and Tracy Richards and all Psych Ward
Docks; just give it some thought, in or out of the movie theaters of
the GAP-EW!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a fucking boy, they spelled
theater (theatre) and I distinctly remember that, and it either
altered normally, or I have another fucking nasty ass BLUE-CRAN
experience going down around me, like Electromotive Force and
Electromagnetic Field, both EF, but altered, and the biggest one of
all; magnetic shielding and 'home theatres'.
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TRANSMISSION.************
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