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HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 008
I MOTHER FUCKING HATE, DESPISE,
AND DETEST,
THE
GAP-EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
I
ALSO ABHOR THIS TOTAL ABOMINATION!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY\\\\\\\
MY
SYSTEM IS TOTALLY FUCKING HACKED UP. THIS SHOULD BE A WHOLE
DIFFERENT CHAPTER, I KNOW I AM BEING FUCKED WITH BY DIRT BAG
FUCKING JERK OFF SCUM.
MY
MEDICAL INSURANCE COMPANY IGNORED ME, SO I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO
THEM AGAIN. THEY CALL A LOT WHEN THEY WANT SOMETHING. GOOD LUCK
REACHING ME OR GETTING ME TO CALL YOU BACK. I AM ALL THROUGH WITH
THE MEDICAL MOTHER FUCKING PROFESSION. SCREW YOU CUNT EATING
MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS, AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED.
THIS
IS WHY I HATE AN ENDLESS STOCK MARKET FUCKING CUNT BULL RALLY, NO
ONE EVER CALLS BACK WHEN I AM GOING THROUGH THIS FUCKING CUNT
SHIT, AND YOU WOULD BE CRAZIER THAN ME IGF THIS WAS GOING ON
AROUND YOU FOR ALMOST THIRTY MOTHER FUCKING YEARS, SO DON'T BOTHER
TRYING TO TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL
TOTALLY GUARANTEE IF THE DOW JONES IS NOT IN THE 17-NINES, IT HAS
CROSSED OVER INTO THE FUCKING ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS OF THE 18
THOUSANDS. SHALL WE FUCKING CUNT SUCKING SEE, FOLKS?
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
DECEMBER IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF FEBRUARY, 20,000, AND BY END
OF 2015, IT WILL BE 40,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
 
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday morning,
when you saw all the hell I was going through at the hands of this
evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!
You are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL
ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
Jim
Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat
along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is
eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I
never called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable
dastardly lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a
quintessential hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while
telling me how he went, and later admitted he really was in
Atlantic City, in the fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday.
Maybe I didn't go, but I wasn't fucking gambling or lying about
anything. Still, on this point about time, and me; he was quite
accurate, as well as honest and truthful.
I
merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter. I
believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN
shit, would keep on going, and yes, it did; and WORSE.
Unimaginably and unfathomably fucking cunt
worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vicious
neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks.
All of this, and more, went down; plus shit that is major major
fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited
me, on the night of Tuesday, right shy of dusk; and she stayed for
quite a while, with me. Hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
talk about learning from history, and how things repeat, because
the human being does not change, only his technology; thus basic
prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a
subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to
see how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you
say, “Wo,
the fucking dude's haunted”, you know, like that
muscle man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio, in
Camden, New Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can't.
Very very fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every
time that I do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern;
speak of the fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful
family from HELL is always mixed up with anything that my memories
are fuckiGN messed with about. This doesn't change. It is just
like the speed of light, you know; the holy grail CONSTANT, and
mathematically expressed as “C”. But the truth about me
remembering so much shit, is all rooted in my shit with Bruce
Pennock in the early seventies, and what I started to fool around
and fuck with, as a result; the electromagnetic spectrum, as it
relates to recording sounds on tapes, in analogue. Today, with
both the change over to fuckiGN digital, and my life being so
totally fucked up times a gillion; I am not able to do a twentieth
of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the parts, they
know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same basic
principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all
listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion,
and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros
and ones; and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to
realize that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies
first, why my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this
change over happened in the first place. The psych books insist
that anyone at all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are
that important, so as all of the world had to alter just for them;
is beyond curable insanity. If any of you out in this world made
such a claim, you would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately,
as I told the great wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at
Knights Park, in West Collingswood, one late summer 1983
afternoon, while we were parked in my car and he was smoking a
joint; “I'm not like other people”. I don't forget shit,
unless Ann King's mighty fuckiGN family, insists that I do. I
know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone, anywhere,
at any time; have any possible reason, to take any of this as
truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell,
as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have
to say that I understand, as if I don't; then I am insisting on
insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not
important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of
this century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly
fucking human pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid
on Chapter One, and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old, who
was unable to get his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says
that I act 14, and that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do.
Well, that is forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am
truly sorry. I am exactly who I was in 1969 when all this
nightmare shit started, no different, not at all. Oh I am old and
ready to die, but this brings me to the real point of this
particular blog.
Now
the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough,
if anything is real, which it, in truth, taken to absolute
quantum levels; could never be accepted into daily life, of people
in general society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and
becomes sort of the ''you'' that you are for a while in a
lifetime, yet all the while, its very nature is to take true real
existence, and divide this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can
all share in a human illusion, that many psychics and mystics
label, the “Physical Plane”; is not going to be something that
the general populations of the world, can come to realize and
believe, even though it is mathematically beyond a proven truth,
with the greatest most famous formula ever expressed; hence,
people view all this abstractly. Even the scientists, do not
change in their personal life habits, with their jobs, their
families, their entire life, even the top QP people that
absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are
real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head
knowledge, as some call this strange mental situation. They don't
have heart knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great
religion was created, and how the world owners and powers, don't
dare get up in the morning, and see the simple truths that are now
about to be printed. Oh now don't get all excited, and think I am
going to teach some magic 50 word chant, and then by saying this;
the equivalent of a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper
colored object, that appears suddenly in front of you. If you even
think along that line, you are already major missing the entire
shit I am trying to slowly lead into and up to, and becoming some
overnight zillionaire, or anything else you can think of, has no
place in these powerful words. You can possibly use this
information to accomplish virtually unlimited things, but this is
not the goal or the intent whatsoever of why I am going to tell
what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray that it might be
received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few, someday, but
hay; if not, I have no power to make things go through door number
1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion. But I can hope that a few folks just
might correctly view the great wisdom.
As
I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we're
not quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I
promise to bring it all together cohesively, and down to Earth, in
simple language. I don't say you'll agree, or want to look me up
and hug me; but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am
not the President of the United States! So let's begin with a
topic I admit that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of
this major mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but
all the while, I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to
understand it anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn't mean,
I've not put lots of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and
now is that time I need to share these details about it, and yes;
I can do it compressed, abridged, and shortened to an unbelievable
thousand words or so, while telling you every bit of information
that I personally know about this. And people, no one anywhere
within a million light years, knows this much, so I am letting
loose a bomb shell on this blog.
Everyone
and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog,
who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama
didn't raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know
a few people would love to ring my neck, and choke the life out of
me, if they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The
other thing is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event,
and intentionally creating it and or applying it, with the motive
and goal of profiting in some way, as a result of knowing it
works, doing the deed, and in most cases, being at the very bottom
of the bottom feeder's list, of all clinical sociopaths. Parallel
Event makes me sick and tired too. I am the one who has had to
suffer through this very real and totally unprovable attack for
3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful people, and this quotes a
licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told me that indeed, I have
these types against me, and that both him, and his boss, Mister
Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if they know
what's good for them, not to help me sell a house I'd listed with
them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New Jersey,
just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty's Island. Yes I'm
quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel
event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done
by organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world
controllers, and sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed,
these mother fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel,
destroy my life, make me ill, and then take away my needed
medications, using their politically correct anti-drug excuse to
make it all work without arousing any suspicion that they indeed
are torturing me; and along with keeping me sick, they can keep me
endlessly broke with just a few simple tactics that any group of
powerful billionaire types can all do with no problems whatsoever,
and never send up even a small red flag for my use against them,
in most cases. In rare exceptions when they go too far, even then;
I am fighting THE WALL. Any attorney, anyone at all, that I might
try seeking any kind of help from, is told one way or another,
DON'T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done subtly, but people get the
message. Not everyone writes horrible hate words and curse words,
and direct unaccepted words, that serve to only denigrate and
attack a person's religion or race or gender or sexual
preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get the
message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved
break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the
stage of developing it into industry where I would get recognition
and eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible
kibosh is used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not
gone on for forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in
perfect patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was
happening around him time and time again; I could try
rationalizing all of my life as being a series of lots of nasty
bad luck coincidences. I try to believe things aren't really like
this, whether any one of you wants to believe this about me or
not. That is your right to not believe me, but you would be
totally wrong. I love it when once in a while, maybe, just maybe;
I learn to my satisfaction, that something was indeed, merely just
bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But 99 percent of the
time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of an ENDLESS
KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the
face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny
you are awake and breathing and walking upright.
Now
reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of
it gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects
into something that is either happening live or has recently been
being done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I
came to call them, shortly after the late eighties became the
early nineties. I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes
along the way. Of course blogs did not exist in the late eighties,
but life journals and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and
thousands of C-90 Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how
two events go hand in hand together, event A and event B. Unlike
cause and effect however, Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A
causes B, but
B DOES NOT CAUSE A.
Now
seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of
paper, from a tall ladder. It is big, and the type that office
buildings are drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to
avoid folds that would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now
you on the ladder can look down and see a huge sheet of paper,
unrolled, and one side is A, the other side is B. As sheets are
unrolled below you, you start to see how nothing is really
happening at all, so there is no parallel event. Then you suddenly
realize that it was you all along, throwing down little painted
lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or most of the
time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge, from your
seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint drops, as
opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side across
from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are
doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in
reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the
level of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and
camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group,
down at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality;
begin to think after enough time and careful study and
observation? Well, what I began to think as this all went along,
in my personal life, that's what. But I did suspect there was a
reality 3, or a C-POINT doing things to both an A-POINT, and a
B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains endlessly cloaked and invisible.
So I can begin to observe a reality that I called parallel-event,
yet never was able to see what was truly happening. If you looked
at this as a math equation, and using an “R” for Reality, and
changing into numbers, the A into a 1, the B into a 2, and the C
into a 3, we could express it a little bit like, and bear in mind,
I am no computer guru, and cannot make division signs, or use
cross down lines, or make symbols; so this needs to be more in
spoken terms, than a real formula would look like; but I still
can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking parallel event
into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like this. R 3
goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm. This of
course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is not
in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3
goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the
genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs
to figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few
things here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of
various things. Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and
make contact with reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can
still examine the results of what gets tossed down into the two
sides of the page, or R 1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I
don't mean to try and brag, but am just telling what happened one
day to me, at an ivy league university, in the early nineties; but
even before I started wondering about the great elusive R 3; I
spoke with a professor of Statistical Mathematics, by the name of
Deturch, at the U of P, in Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this
to applying the A and the B by using a three parameter betting
system at a casino game called roulette, made this great
professor, tell me that I have invented a brand new mathematical
discipline that he wanted to explore deeper with me. The
persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I never got
that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel event
science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I had
invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study.
This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I
am sure this could be verified to this very day, if anyone really
cared, which they don't. The reason they don't, is powerful people
have told them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In
many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life
by side stepping, as on a dance floor.
In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn't throw a huge jaw
buster in a mans' face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is
done frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in
the old dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won't have a
clue what I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first
parents. Well, this is all fine and well, but what if you took the
love of your life to a dance that was important to you, such as
your high school graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an
important business party, and in either case, an existing
conspiracy already is planned for ten or more dudes to continually
tap your dance partner, leaving you to not dance at all? Well, try
imagining this in my life for 40 years now roughly. Only instead
of dancing, you just simply need to transfer this to a controlled
conspired kibosh, so as no matter what, in every case; you can
bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that you will be screwed
with, and as a result, everything just keeps on failing and
failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your entire fuckiGN
miserable hellish life. But this still leads to another item, even
though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed me blind,
treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and caused me a
lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a Nazi
Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now, and
bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to
see it all.
All
these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and
mock me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have
the same fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two
differences between these great mirror-kissers and me; is that
they will on average, have a few measly more years here on the
Earth, to enjoy their scum bag selves, and every second; despite
the reality that we all have problems and woes; they 'll be in a
luxurious happy state, with the best medical care, the best foods,
the best pleasures that fortunes can buy, and so forth. But take
away the extra fat and gravy, and some extra time that next to
even a thousand small years, is nothing, as look at it; no one
lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all there. If they can
control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip hurray, but the
majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest; are all in
diapers. As Mister H. Hefner said it so well, ''I have them around
me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming''. Most of us over the age
of eleven, know what he's saying, and what's being discussed. He
admitted this to his doctor, long long before the age of ninety.
Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham
lately? That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and
love, reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years
ago. I do not know what my enemies really think they have over me,
just because before they can say 'Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham
from Birmingham', a few thousand times; they're going to be
glorified fucking toast. If rumors are spreading that I envy a
single one of them, and I know they are because I know things,
well; believe whatever you wish about me. I don't envy anyone who
within 10-90 years, is going to become a slowly shrinking
vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of maggots. Do I hate
many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from me, lied about
me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed me of my
dignity, my health, and my entire life. They've had me assaulted,
my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it because
they are little demigods, with the emphasis on 'LITTLE'. If one of
these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I sit
up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will
see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god.
Christianity would have died out, and never been more than a tiny
localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously
gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses
observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord
Jesus Christ's resurrection. I don't doubt for one minute this is
all real, and for personal reasons. This is all on the level, and
I know it. I don't believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn't
die. If you want to have real power, or impress me in any real
way; then you have to show me you are indeed able to control the
life/death barrier. So far, I totally know one person on this
planet who has indeed done this; Jesus. No, I am not saying that
name in vane back there. Now those who think they control
everything and own everything; own a lot of physical plane shit,
and will die off, and be forgotten. But speaking of reality-3; is
there more going on than just powerful people, being powerful
people; or are the same forces that raised Jesus and Lazarus and
the 12 year old girl from the dead; operating on, and through
them, in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date knowledge I
can offer on this, from my personal life, and not being taught
something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the
Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the
pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the
church, and those running the biggest churches and organizations
in the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped
permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more,
and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has
to offer however, Morianity's ESS, and the teachings of dreaming
out of the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because
people, get real; this little cult may have started out small, but
look at it now after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared
shitless to die; and this proved we don't have to. Maybe not to
the satisfaction of a laboratory's standards, I'll give you that
right up front. But folks, my life proves so many things about
this, that I couldn't deny the LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone
offered me a thousand genies and bottles. I know how real it is. I
just happen to also know that there is a lot more; and that most
of you will never need any of this additional shit. Unfortunately,
and for reasons far beyond my wildest comprehension; I do need all
of this. But anyone ever, who says they have all the answers to
this force that has done whatever it has done, to bring this very
day alive and here, along with all of us; is very pathetic, and
doesn't need an old biblical stoning. He or she is already far
beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don't know, and I don't
know. I don't care if you're the greatest world leader, the
greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest
athlete; and I don't care if someone out here could become all of
the above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to
major fuckiGN shit all around us all; as would be a goat, or a
chicken, in a college class.
These
forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don't
agree on agenda, they don't act in tandem; and the best way to see
this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have
any questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but
puppets on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And
Shakespeare was onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear
of sociological reprisal and or reprimand.
Yes
my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and
rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS
get into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know
what is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from
your worst normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and
gentlemen. And I am guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do
things with music. I know what I can and cannot do. I was not
always stopped from music. This only started after I raised a
stink with some big lawyers about songs being stolen by very top
artists of days now gone by. These fart sniffing jerk offs are
totally unforgiving, and believe their shit is gold, and wow; we
all better not do one thing. But they can rearrange a few notes on
an unknown person's song, someone with no money or power to fight
back, and slam; they get away with it, and I get chopped in
fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is ending, and I
don't have to worry about any of this any more. I will be gone in
2015 sometime. I won't ever have to put up with, or see any of
these dirt bags ever again once I'm fucking gone.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice
47, at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the
electrical number of three to the power of three, (27), in
November, Thursday morning, 2014.
This
is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I
know what's what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs.
Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about the
'IMMC' changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.
I
figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law
& Order” television show, will not ever air the later
productions much past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the
royalties to the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take
notice to this, you should; and take notice to how some of those
from the show, are trying to gain some pocket weight with ad
spots. People are so dam fuckiGN cheap in this world. Holy
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOTS
OF JERK OFFS ARE AROUND AND HAVE BEEN, LOTS OF MOTHER FUCKING
CONTINUOUS DOOR ACTION IS
ONGOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
2, 2014,
LATE
TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-80/L-64).
HUMIDITY
IS 82, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS AT 5 GUSTING TO 20, EASTERLY, YO.
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY honey cakes; I am not feeling one mother fucking bit
optimistic or happy today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD CAN SUCK ME THE SHIT OFF,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
(PASTED IN FROM THE MIND DIMENSION BLOGS)
THIS IS A SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY THAT HAS A
CONTINUING CHAPTER NUMBER, TWEET-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
blog is dying. I may have hit my seventies now, as the above bio
reveals on total PH, BUT the key is
the third number above, the monthly average, that 'BLOGGER'
keeps for its bloggers. In the past two years, it does swing and
vacillate, I will admit that, going in range from about 2,200 to
5,100, but the lower thousand is the range it is in 80-95% of the
time, and the upper thousand, about 5%, tops. Right now I am quite
midlandish and dropping fast, in a present cycle, and what amazes
me is whenever I really get good and tell a lot of stuff you just
cannot beat or duplicate, and I do surf the net folks; this is
when the viewers of mine, WHOEVER THEY REALLY AND TRULY ARE for
the most part, over 90% are all in one group and I know it as sure
as I know my name, but this is when this group all decides to
meticulously abandon me. It is not a hit or miss deal here. I have
watched this for two solid years and then some, folks! Now I did
speak to the Staples Store Guru people yesterday, Monday, as it is
early Tuesday now; and I am going to have to pay to become
networked and known in any kind of a social media networking
system. If I do everything possible, and still I am stopped; THEN,
I will make a case with the First Amendment
to the united States Constitution, and legally go after the
giants, Microsoft and google and youtube and Facebook, the entire
group, as I have quite a case, and being SPECIAL-ED on top of it,
if I can access a really good attorney, someone is going to be
real real sorry, all the way up at the top of the global economic
food chain, because you will NOT, trust me, NOT, get away with
doing this to me without me fighting you back tooth and fucking
nail, to the bitter bad Melanie Neykey end of it all, and that is
a promise, triplets, quads, twins, or norms. THAT, sir Rockdroid
Lurch Rottenberry; YOU MAY BELIEVE,
me' ol' freeeend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL I EVER WANTED, BIG SARAH,
what a turd you are, in all nine dimensions from answer down to
why, down to law, down to mind, and down into 4-D hyperspace
universes, allofem!!!!! WEEEEEEE! Only a handful of Quantum
Physicist experts will be able to put together, hopefully someday;
all the shit of CHAPTER 016, and how it relates, super compressed
as it may be, to all of the other parts of this now coming up on a
nine-year-blog-project! All others will see a screwy nut case and
a psychiatric team's dream-heaven, all rapped up in delusions,
overactive imagination, and audacious daring that would make that
asshole daredevil on TV pale in comparison. I have no power to
make this world unfold in any particular way, even with Morianity.
This is merely a truth that has been published for a potential
blind world to see, that is if it ever ever even dreams of waking
up and smelling the total stench of burning coffee in their dam
kitchens. Until then, I exist in total hell, but then,
WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?
I
am read less in my own country, than I am in the great SOVIET
UNION. Tells me all I need to know, huh Uncle
Jesus?????????????????????? A prophet of copyrighted nothing is
without any honor, locally at least.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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Audience
Maybe
I am universe hopping again, Karen Simons, but are
you cousins with the sheriff? That was a really cool home he owned
in 1997 on the tributary creek of the Delaware River.
Maybe
a lot of folks are all in a huge 'grouping'. Who the hell can ever
know when people won't ever come clean and tell me shit. Oh I know
me' ol' baby-mama never thought it could be me in 1969 as I look
like a puffy cloud other than for very curly hair, still, I always
believe people know shit like this, deep down. I am not a fool. My
mom did not raise one, all sheriff's. She may have raised Kane
once in a while, but no fools!
Oh
yes, hopping or not, I could have sworn that chart above, just a
day ago, showed much greener in Russia and less green here in the
states. I can only go by what Google displays, as all of you
should know well enough by now; THEY OWN EVERYTHING, you and me,
we don't have squat to say about fuckiGN ass squat, huh Whoopee G?
Oh
lizard fucking shit cubed, what will these WOMO mother fuckers do
to me NEXT, great lovely Judge Judy???
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Let me sign off
and scream and yell for a fucking hour into my pillow, to keep from
murdering some god dam fucking people, Ann King. Yeah, you told me
Ann, hurt me and I'll hurt you. Well, I hope you feel like a fuckiGN
queen, sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
Happy
blogging!
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