ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00019

Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red blood. She was dead. Then the captain gathered them all around the campfire to tell the story of Gemma the pool floater. In a way this resembles my life, and yes, I hate it, and no, there is nothing that I am seemingly able to do to ever stop it. But what if the campfire girls and the campfire story begins to change as the playing hands do each time, on the “Time Squared” episode of 'Star Trek, TNG'? What if a pink and purple lightbulb goes on suddenly, after an eternity of darkness and fear without limits, and running from a pitch dark bed to a desk containing a lamp that should go on but never does, and then, on it goes, but it is pink-purple in color? Is then when I can expect more lobby X-mas trees with singing angels, only instead of three years in the past, now out of nowhere, ten years in the future, here she is again, in a bedroom at 506 Robin Hill apartments, while I held a telephone in my hand, that was not connected and off hook; the old style landline desk top phones with wires and chords and stretchy chords, bulky and heavy, the whole nine yards; and now instead of being mid twentyish in age, she was half of that, and glaring at me from the corner of the room, as if Professor Pepperwinkle had somehow come into real life straight out of the old 1957 black and white Superman television show, with his telephone transporter invention. Only the great FBI, maybe, knows what the outcome was that day in the Orwell year. My memories of how it ended are blanker than a school blackboard in a world of no chalk. But my life journal was recording the event, everything was recording. Someone said just a short while ago, I cannot tell who this was; when I posted onto Youtube, my stuff, containing the illegal activity of 2-party only recording in the state I lived in and I was recording, this was the same as though no time passed between the illegal act on my part. This is legal mumbo jumbo, but I do indeed recognize its truth from watching law oriented television shows for a lot of years. The statute of limitations to my crime may have run out, but the second I posted to Youtube, the songs that contained illegally taped conversation from decades back into time, it is as if it was just recorded, and reinstates a brand new statute of time, whatever it is. This is when they told me to get all my junk off this stupid social media site, only I thought that I had, but three things are still up there under the account of philly57hockeysticks. This was the original stuff put up at my request, by the engineer at the Avalon Recording Studio of Port Saint Lucie, now closed; and was never removed. I thought all my video junk was down since these songs were all taken down on another account where they also were. These that are up there were done in their video production, by the great Youtube sensation, Deezy Slim, and my pal Darius Evans, from the Harvest, here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Still, taping my daughter's driving instructions and then using that as a sample sound for her to sing the harmony on my fish song in 2012, opened the new clock to begin on my felony of recording this illegally. Now if my enemies wanted me in prison more than dead, not that prison would not kill me; but one might think that they would come and arrest me on this perfectly valid charge. This all leaves me to wonder just what is really going on in this world, and just how gargantuan it all truly is. The feds don't take kindly to their laws being broken. I may have only been 29 years old, but that's no excuse.

WITH OR WITHOUT THE GAP EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, FOLKS, THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THIS WILD ORGANIZATION, ALONG WITH ARTHUR HUNTINGTON AND ROBERT MCGUIRE, AND PK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am not going to sit here and take shit that was done to me and still is being done to me, without screaming and fighting back, in the only legal way that I know how since Chris and Ed taught me to blog in OHM-6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, you want the most recent examples from just the past two days, fine and dandy, I'll give them to you. All morning long I suffered through loud fire alarms Thursday morning, one right after another. This was because their dirt ball stock market was mini crashing, and by persecuting me, they hope to halt or at least mitigate the downward spiraling. This is not new to this year or this decade folks, I have had to cunt chewing fart sniffing fucking ass contend with this hell around me now since AUGUST 15, 1986, and you all know this date real well and maybe even see it your dam ass sleep by frikkin' ass now, who knows, that's your bizz!!!!!!!! CCCCCCCCCCCOCCOO KKKKKACHCHCHOOOOO MISSES ROBINSON AND THOMAS J. CHILD MOLESTER REALE, OF SOMERS POINT, NEW JERSEY. HAVE YOU NO SHAME AT ALL, YOU SICK TWISTED BASTARD ASS MOTHER FUCKER?????? SEPTEMBER 26, 2014, FRIDAY MORNING AT 2:41, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT. HUMIDITY IS 100% AND IT FEELS 77, YESTERDAY'S TEMPERATURE REANGE (H-88/L-71) Now you know about yesterday morning, I will move on with Wednesday afternoon, and a telephone conversation with my insurance company handling my medical shit. It is not illegal to tell the conversation in Jersey and Florida, merely to actually record it. Yet this believe it or not, all fits in 100% to what i'll now be discussing with you. If you had told me in school, that adult life here in America would be like this for me, first I would have been extremely insulted, thinking you are playing a game with me and wasting my time or teasing me, expecting me to even take you seriously. Normally, this insurance company is quite nice to me, and I am not saying they were nasty, but I was being HANDLED, and I am not an animal or a retard who needs to be HANDLED. I had asked a perfectly legitimate question of a lady on the phone who was handling my case regarding my total dissatisfaction of my current primary-care-provider, Doctor Schorr of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I told her that I was taking an anti-anxiety medication since July of 1983 that helped me handle and mange my horrific symptoms of some type of thyroid dysfunction where the gland grows and chokes off the air supply along with other nasty symptoms of not being able to swallow, a totally dry mouth, inability to function, weakness, waking up to totally dead extremities that are icy cold, and many others. I mentioned to this otherwise nice lady who I had been talking to for a few minutes, how it seemed to me to be ironic and almost unthinkable, I don't remember my exact words and taping is illegal and so I do not break the law, great Judge Judy and Judge Millios, but they were along the lines of here I am with major anxiety, taking meds for reducing this anxiety, and these doctors threaten to take it away from me ever since 2000 when my original prescribing doctor passed out of this veil of tears; and this is doing none other than worsening my anxiety. When I pressed her if I was the one who was nuts for seeing this as absurd irony, she eventually said to me, that I am asking her a loaded question, HER EXACT WORDS, and she would not respond. Mark the bad guy, asking loaded questions, let's put him in the fucking gallos and hang the monster bastard. Spell Checker won't help me with the proper spelling for a hanging arena from the olden days, so fuck them, I did what I could. Yes, as loaded question, whatever that really means. To me it means I can prove I am not only right and the industry is wrong, but that I am being mistreated and wrongfully abused, and a few other things, and I truly believe these peeps are trained in a school, before they begin these jobs of customer case manager agents or whatever they call themselves today; that when a client-patient says any6thing that goes against the (EMPIRE), THEY USE A MUCH LESS LOADED WORD I'M SURE, but they are trained to never respond, and just to say exactly what she said back to me or some reasonable facsimile thereof. We little victimized innocents cannot be right, that's against all of the new world order laws, so when we have undisputable arguments, they just block us out with stupid fucking statements like I am asking loaded questions. You know it was not long ago, maybe 5 decades give or take, back in southern areas, when blacks were treated in these very same manners, just for being mother fuckiGN black, and what recourse did they have, until someone eventually said, ENOUGH, and folks began banding together, and sticking up for their civil rights, even on pain of fuckiGN death and lynchings and cross burnings, but eventually, the great Mister Marty King, fixed shit for a lot of fine black folks in this country. Too bad this poor old little 10% black man, cannot get any help from a single fuckiGN soul. This to me proves that the lightbulb never ever went on back 4 decades ago in Oaklyn, in that bedroom apartment in the dark of night. I died. I went to fuckiGN HELL, and brother and sister, HERE I AM, unable to agfe, unable to die, oh I can age and die, and all of that, but it is all juast a lot of illusions here on Avenue B, not delusions on Avenue Q, sweetie Linda. My life when all is said and done, is like Youtube and trying to get my videos looked at by a single soul. Not one person ever went up and looked and listened to one thing that I ever did. Not one. Don't tell me it cannot be blocked if the press is against you and the world owners and the media in general, and so on. In reverse, this is why some of the stuff goes “viral” to use their silly twisted diseased terminology. It just means they push it from the minute it hits their start-page, instead of having it leap from their start-page straight into a dead-zone-file. I know how real this all is. And it is all the very same thing with this shit when I try to do anything at all. It is programmed in this Kaku Hologram Simulation or KHS for short, to just not be permitted to ever go anywhere other than from a cosmic START-PAGE to the instant TRASH-PILE-PAGE! You all know I had a perfectly good argument about my anxiety, and yet oh, I am asking a ''loaded question'', PAM BONDI. Well, it seems Mizz Bondi was behind a lot of my woes to start with, so I will not be using her website or talking her up any longer. She is in on the stopping of my getting my necessary medication, and is even on television recently, cleverly indirectly bragging about it. So I am making an appointment with the Mayo clinic and they are going to cut out my thyroid gland if need be, unless they cam treat this 1983 condition. A lot of things are really funny, not ha ha funny, but 'sheeee' funny. This society wants me to be isolated and away from women even more than men. Once I'm off the ativan, my sex drive will triple, and I'll be out on the hunt again. So in more ways than one, they are all going to be a lot of fuckiGN cunt lapping sorry ass jerk offs out there.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

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Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle

Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.

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GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN

All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS.

Now be big ass babies, and crash my fucking program, YO!

THE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFFS JUST CRASHED MY OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM AGAIN, BOB MCDOWELL. THEY SEEM TO BE DOING THIS EVERY FUCKIGN CUNT TIME I BLOG NOW, SIR; IN AN ATTEMPT TO DISCOURAGE MY DOING THESE BLOGS, I WOULD SUPPOSE; AS MOST WOULD QUIT THEIR EFFORTS BY NOW. BUT I AS YOU MAY REMEMBER ME; AM QUITE A 'FUCKIGN' TERNACIOUS INDIVIDUAL. I DON'T JUST SIT HERE YELLING, ''HOW FUCKING HIGH'', EVERY TIME THEY HOLLER OVER AT ME, ''JUMP YOU LITTLE SHIT''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Notice it did not happen until I PASTED IN THEIR BIG LOSS YESTERDAY ON THEIR MOTHER FUCKING STOCK MARKET. I GO TO DO THIS, AND BAM, NO MORE CIVIL RIGHTS FOR MARK WAYNE FUCKING CUNT EATING MOHR. AND THEN THEY ALL WANT TO KNOW WHY I DESIRE TO DIE AND GO INTO ENDLESS SLEEP AND TOTAL FUCKING CUNT OBLVION, OH GREAT FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION DIRECTOR AND OLD PAL FROM 1972, ROBERT MCDOWELL FROM WORMHOLE-COOLIO CALLIO COOLEY HELL HALL!!!!!!!!!! OH BOY CAN THAT JOHNNY FUCK ME FASTER, THESE DAYS, MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!! HANG IN THERE BOB! I am listed in the book if you want to ever talk about old times and my wonderful family who you met only a very small percentage of. Consider yourself lucky as shit, buddy, and sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bob, I will always remember your granny and how she had her larynx removed and whispered. Remember how Bruce Pennock showed how the human larynx slows down slowly from birth throughout life, until we all go the way of all flesh, and had that little plastic pen piece that altered speeds of tape recorders? We all had truckloads of fun, and Dan Mackey wasn't sure if any of us would ever grow up, from boys into men. Well you at least did, the one he would have bet the smallest amount of gaming chips on, WEEEE!!!

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