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Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. Why get my blood pressure all
up into the stratosphere over any dam thing, my old friend? Well
Goooollleeeey, Sargent Carter!
There
indeed are quantum effects, and then there are other real
interesting things around me, Bob McDowell, my old 1972 friend
from the Cooley Haddonfield Hall. I have to totally believe in
what I am doing, or else I would begin to have lots of serious
reservations because there always is collateral damage and fallout
that results from any meaningful intense conflict. That is basic
battlefield strategy-101. I always used to go around telling
people, hay look YO, I didn't start this war, and then I'd go onto
site the shit I said to Jim Burr in 1983 about how Apollo-Lucifer
had to get others to do his dirty bidding and that would then free
him up to go and attack the other important targets that he
obviously has. But there is a little more to it, and I need to
come clean and admit it. When shit began to happen as the eighties
came in, resulting basically from doing Bruce Pennock related
things, leaving things at that for the present, but I saw a lot of
this as just a game, maybe a really cool far out game, but a game
nonetheless. Once I was in deep, and I mean too deep to get out of
it, I could then see at that frikkin' point, IT WAS NO
GAME!!!!!!!! Kind of works the same way all Apollo-Lucifer's
devices work, you know, drug and alcohol abuse, gambling
addictions, sex addictions, you name it. The worst one is
invisible power, and being able to seemingly channel it covertly.
All the while of course, IT WAS USING ME,
and yes, just as many warned me it was doing, and who was I back
then but Mister Allknower, as are most twenty-somethings. In truth
folks, I was not that much different than the rest of my fellow
citizens, maybe only in so far as the stakes or level of betting
at LIFE'S GAME!
Two things
Jim Burr promised me about Apollo-Lucifer, that he could not read
minds, and that he had no power over time, both proved out to be
totally wrong. He had been on a great roll for a long while, being
able to seemingly accurately predict in near biblical prophetic
ways, shit in my life, so he was just due to be wrong a few times,
sooner or later. But I do not ever get new ideas out of whole
cloth and nothingness. I send myself into dreams where I learn
shit from near-parallel other worlds of reality. This is a lot
easier than attempting to control and have dominance over a
parallel universe doppelganger. In the case of learning something,
one merely needs to be able to use the sixth dimension or MIND and
a few secrets, so as to be able to wake into dreams and learn
things otherwise not available t learn where you live. I made no
secret about how this is done. If you are a 7 hour sleeper, you
set an alarm for somewhere between half to three quarters of that
time, say 4 or 5 hours. You get up and walk to the kitchen for a
drink of water, eyes still closed for the most part, no bright
lights, and all the time, be thinking of where you need to be and
what you need to know and learn, and even when you plop dead tired
back into bed, you focus on this as you drift practically
instantly back into 'sleep'. All the dream-control books I have
read up through 2003 or so, so I admit my information isn't
completely up to date, but up through that point, all of them give
various instructions for doing meditations and mind exercises
before your initialsleepcycle begins. There is no hard work for
really doing this correctly however. The Fascitar is a whole other
item, and is for waking up on the Astral Plane. I am just speaking
of normal dreaming in the hyperspace that we all do all the time,
automatically, only with some control over where you end up and
that you are aware you are there intentionally to learn about
something or other. Many practicing guru types move to the Astral
plane and from there, you can will yourself into all kinds of
other realities, physically. Well they believe that illusion. What
really is happening is not all that different than merely using my
methods of dream control, two thirds or so into a sleep cycle.
And for those who doubt and are not willing to ever try my stuff,
I ask you this. Did you ever have a nightmare and then wake up and
try to stay awake and then keep falling back into it. Most folks
have. Nightmares are extremely negative experiences that effect
MIND in wild ways. Waking nightmares do this also, in reverse.
What is more of a life changing shock and bad experience, than
losing a loved one. Ever notice how end up dreaming of them almost
immediately over and over, night after night, for a very long
time? This is the reverse.
Many really
crazy people begin believing that the world sends them intentional
messages. I used to believe it was intentional too. I am a little
less crazy than I used to be. I learned through major classrooms
of real life and studying it in a continuous mib-laboratory of a
sort, that cosmos connects automatically. If I would say or do
things during the day, particular television shows would be aired
that reflected back my day, over an over. But then I also noticed
that I was getting the very same results by randomly watching
videotapes from earlier times that I recorded off the television.
Sometimes it may appear that I know the future because I will say
things and then things happen or shows come on brand new that have
a similar content or similar names. This drives crazy people
crazier and crazier, and they need to read these blogs and come to
know that all energy is making MIND and MIND is a realm, and this
realm is a virtually countless combined multiple reality called
the fifth dimensional hyperspace. No one is crazy for seeing
these patterns over and over, and at the same time, it isn't
little gray aliens or the government or anyone else doing this
intentionally. I call this phenominon the CAG Syndrome, or the
Cosmic Agreement Syndrome. Now taking this mind-energy further,
let's examine a few things. I had put out of my head some really
bad shit. But it was not going to go away, and led me to searching
to find a teenaged girl from my past, back in the middle nineties.
I am only going to discuss two things, but believe me, I could
talk on two thousand things. One is unblocking the memory of a
toddler talking me into crawling through a whole in a fence up in
New York in 1972. I saw this as a DREAM, or in hyperspace. In this
parallel universe, things may have been a tiny bit different, I
may never know. But I do know that many things I used to ponder
and fuss over, now are clear to me. Then there was the incident
where I heard Sarah Krassle tell me and I quote her from Pearl
Harbor Day of 1996, “Lets play a game boy, called 'Guess The
Name Of The Guests”. This took place right out in the street on
Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, between what was
the Trinidad Hotel and McGuire's hotel and bar, each on one side
of this street. Mary Tyler Moore had a bright green dress on and
was standing on a balcony of the hotel. There was a famous episode
on this televison show, the MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW, that first
aired in th eautumn of 1970, where she was wearing this gorgeous
green dress made by some whack job friend of hers that she met in
jail or some such plot. This was driving Ted Baxter nuts as a
fruit tree as it was very revealing and showing off her gorgeous
body. This man played in the 1980, ten years to follow, hit movie,
Caddyshack, Lois Foca AT&T call-10, ten ten. But that is not
the big story yet. So here she is on this balcony facing the
street, and there never was a balcony or any hotel rooms facing
Tennessee Avenue, in this universe. But in the hyperspace
experience, the other parallel reality had rooms and balconies
there. Mary was standing there and Sarah said what she said to me
while pointing up to her. But I only had a small part of the
puzzle, back when I thought I had it all neatly worked out around
the end of the first decade of this century. I was wrong, and
there still may be more. But the additional part that I did not
get, was in the MTM hit 1979 sitcom show, another co-writer of
Mary, was Captain Loveboat, AKA in character, Merry. This was what
got me thinking back last summer through to the holidays, about my
mom's wild co-worker at that shipping company. After-all, it was
Patty Hollister who had all that weird information about the
FASCITAR, and the meditations and the famous NE-HO-REN-GAY-KEYO
chant, and on and on. The detailed instructions about the applying
the 10-6 exercise for astral projection, and on and on. The story
went that she trashed this stuff and my mom happened to be looking
for something and was going through the trash of her co-workers.
Now, I am starting to see a lot of stuff as big fish tales.
After-all, everything I claim, is thought of as fish tales, so
then this logic works both ways. I am not GOD, but I have had 60
years of major hell to either lose my sanity, commit murder, or
put shit together and somehow miraculously
survive. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
There
are some things that need to be said. I don't mean to harp on the
Jesus being shown all the kingdoms by Satan thing and relating this
to my post 2008 experiences, but as I learn and grow, if I ignored
things that I figure out that seem to make sense, and just because
people are rich and famous, I get all scardy cat and spooked, then
all of my morianity isn't worth half a pound of used toilet
paper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I really wrong, think frikkin' about it for
a seck; ladies and gentlemen,
please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
things come around and go around, huh Cuzz
Donald??????????????????????????? Give my best to ADA JIM
WILSON-CCPO, MY BRAH!!!!!! Oh yes, If
anyone
can
find me PEE,
it
was my genius
daughter,
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE
NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE,
AND
SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS, but she also remembered the sixth
dimension and dream travel, Mister Baptiste, old buddy, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly
Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area
of the house and she was shouting that her daughter died for
nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and
destroyed. But how about the time we were at the Burger King, Mizz
King? That was right here in this waking world, we were not dreaming.
I told you I couldn't take it forever, and you thought I would stay
there and be willing to suffer endless mother fucking abuse by your
wicked evil daughter from mother fuckiGN hell, and YOU WERE WRONG.
Major miscalculation on your part there,
sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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H-A-Y-----------------------------------------F-O-L-K-S,
I am not 14 years old just because I act that way sometimes. You know
Mister Pedersen, for someone who is a little tiny bit distanced from
perfection yourself, you're one great and powerful rock tosser.
Mind
is a very tricky reality. Any of you Bill Cosby fans ever watch ''The
Wizard Of Oz''?
Remember that tune where the lyrics go, “If ever there ever a
wizard there was, because
because because because because, because of the wonderful things he
does. While you sing that little ditty, and after the first 'BE', as
colorized in red above; sing COSBY COSBY, and so forth. When you
learn to do this with three and four and five and more items,
eventually you will come to see, maybe; that all things are a
powerful illusion inside MIND. This is a very mickey mouse small
example, but it will show you in a non hypnotized state, that you can
indeed begin to alter even waking reality at will, piece by piece,
and with practice, you can go onto become sort of a reality-producer.
Now when I took this concept, along with Sir Bruce, into the world of
electronics, I began to see that reality would also alter, if you
played around with creating it electronically, but it gets
complicated, andeven gravitation can be increased and decreased quite
substantrially in a 12 by 12 foot room, despite all the scientists
that tell you in 2015 that mountainpen is a crazy nut case. Many know
better, but as with that example shown over and over in science
documentaries, the CIA or some military brass agents and or officers
told the people, “We were never here and you didn't see anything”.
Hay, have it their way, life's too short to argue with a bunch of
butt wipes who are using the UFO nonsense to cover up a much bigger
scarier truth surrounding all of us since Earth first gave birth and
rise to sleeping and dreaming creatures, the great ESS. Notice that
all the copycat movies from these 9 years of blogs, copied many an
idea from them, but so far, NO ESS, not that they'd dare name it
that, but not even a close movie, well, YET ANIWHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
10, 2015,
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MARINE WARNING
AS
MANY WOULD SAY IN THE DISTANT FUTURE,
''THE
GREAT AND POWERFUL
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY
TOTALLY
ROCKS AND RULES OUR WORLDS''.
WELL, NOT EVERYBODY AGREES WITH THEM, MISTER
CHILD MOLESTER
THOMAS
J. REALE
OF NORTHFIELD, NEW JERSEY!
Oh those
wonderful fucking 'existers'; huh
Copyright Office? The biblical book of Job,
is no more than a permission barrier. But a permission barrier is
everything. Think about that little morsel of logic!!!!
I
had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah
sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
Well then, why was I totally stopped from going down to the Plaza
Hotel on its opening 1984 day in that mother fuckiGN spring time,
like I give a shit? Hay Whoopee Goldberg, I'll either see you in five
minutes or 500 years, lovely girl. Watch those kiss blowing traffic
lights, YO!!!!!!!!
Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984? Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984?
You
got me Tommy boy, and that was very real. Yes Virginia, there is a
401 Waterworks and all the rest of this ugly mess from the sixties.
Still, I do my best now to overcome this nightmare that is straight
out of the gates of DOGTOWN.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK.
STAR
TREK, MY LIFE IS STRAIGHT OUT OF FUCKING WHAT, LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN??????????????????????????
STAR
TREK.
OH
THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING THAT FUCKING SHIT TO ME, YO!!!!!!!!
As
for why this endless death persecution siege is upon me since early
into adulthood, a child who watches the educational television
channels, and knows a little bit about my life back in the day, can
figure it out without getting all weird and super complicated with
such things as the ESS and parallel event and roulette and on and on.
These MIBS go around threatening people who won't shut fucking up
about their UFO sightings, and here I am in direct contact, according
to the ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS, with these gods all this time,
and when it began, so did the persecution, or just a tad bit
later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a rotten fucking world and country.
Instead of taking pity on me, as if I started all of this fucking
shit, no, they come against me and worsen an already bad fucking
hellish life, or better said, THEY TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No shame, no conscience, no nothing, if I
can make the great quotation from my 1983 copyrighted project. Yes I
was scared that day in May, while her favorite game she's play. But
did anyone give a fuck or help me? No, they wiped me fucking out and
destroyed me. So if something ever happens to any one of you out
fuckiGN here, similar in any way, remote as you think the chances may
be of this, or to a loved one of yours; then the gods take mother
fuckiGN pity on you, as my life stands if nothing else, as a
reflection to show all and anyone of you, just what will happen to
you and or that loved one, and you will be absolutely totally fucking
powerless to stop it, and yes, IPYT, BIG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
power of this information, ONLY SERVES TO GROW DAILY, by the
continued and relentless actions of my enemies who I have called for
decades, the MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A more parochial name for
them was and still is, OTAMM, standing for Organized Trash Against
Michael Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Florida is quite
blessed amongst men for having such a gorgeous Attorney General, of
course you all know I am very partial to beautiful blonds.
Merry
Hollister Burrsecrets Christmas to you too, in or out of all Jay-Lo
diners and others down the road to the
west!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why won't you ever fucking
contact me, Prosecutor Wirtz?????????
WE
ARE NNNNNNNNOT MMMMMOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR ANY LONGER, TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOMMMMMEY RRRRRRREALE,
YYYYYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
the fifteen year,
I am all done; and this leads to me' ol' question for Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le.
There
must be an easy way to show those interested in subjects a blogger is
talking about, that you are out there. But since I never heard from
you, I assume you don't know or don't wish to share. Oh well, I march
right along! My
Staples Guru will be over here by springtime!
Oh
Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and
begging so you'll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity
long, just let me say that I am not angry about all of this. Whatever
you want, you've got it girl, just let me know, and there's a million
ways for you to o this, and I learned that with the
Cifaloglio
magazine deal in
2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YO
YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause!
YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio
Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa
Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah
Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO
Sarah Santa Callio Clause! YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shut
fucking up, McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY,
IF I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE DYING, PLEASE JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE,
PRESIDENT OBAMA, PLEASE. I WILL GLADLY THROW IN A BIG BEAR HUG, SO
COME DOWN AGAIN TO FORT PIERCE IF YOU NEED ONE.
T—A—N—K—S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Death is the most beautiful fucking thing in this world, and people
are blind and ignorant not to see it. Picture the way you felt once,
and most of us had this happen, when awake for whatever reason for
more than 24-36 hours, and you are literally tasting falling into
your bed and dying as soon as you kick off your dam ass slippers and
shut the light off. Now imagine if this could go on forever and ever
and ever and ever, oh my goddess, if only death was that great, as
you will wake up folks, it is not really that wonderful, so enjoy
nice long heavenly sleeps while you can, while physically alive in
bodies.
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FROM PETAHELL
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
Folks,
who the shit else do you know, from rock stars, politicians, big
businessmen, sports heroes, you name it; with so much potential power
to influence and control the resulting world economic reality? This
is why there is only one possible explanation to just who I really
am, despite a million DSM-5 psych books insisting I am just a deluded
mother fucking 'crazy' with trillions of psychotic features. I am the
one that the great Sarah Krassle who owns this entire simulation
program of a sort, and calls, THAT-BOY,
a very special way of describing me, and even HER entire club called
the VIQUEENS,
a girl gang of beyond smoking white hot goddesses, they
all call me THAT-BOY as well, all 87 of them.
This is more real than any dream or any day on waking Earth in waking
world life. A few have experienced these truths, they know, and I
suppose, they sit there and are just fuckiGN intelligent enough to
keep their mouths endlessly fucking closed! Then
some, well; blank that!!!!!!!!
Does
anyone own the internet, and does anyone own the world, and does
anyone own the Exploratronic Supermind Society?????????? The answers
to these questions would depend entirely on just who you may be
asking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
heard me discuss the Astral-Plane Lambrigg Cult, and you heard me
also use the term of
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES
until
you want to most likely puke, but there is still a long way to go
with all of this, kind people, so hopefully, you are not going to go
and leave me. I say this because my monthly count is half of what it
was a year or so back. And things are going to only START GETTING
good and interesting, as this year moves right along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
are the current stats right now, at 8 of the clock this Friday
evening, on October seventeen, 2014, kind folks:
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Slow
and steady wins the race as they say, with the emphasis on SLOW, as I
say!
Here
is what mother fuckiGN cunt chewing happened, kind ladies and
gentlemen, or unkind, or mixed, or whatever the case may be, right
old 1975 buddy
in the Pillegi band, near the HTHS school,
in the basement practice area of your parents home, Mister Albert
Pileggi, CONGRESSMAN,
NOT YET OF COURSE, ROBERT
ANDREWS;
of whom 'PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP', insists there are more
than one of you living over on OAK STREET,
in HADDON HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY; in the time circa of 1975-1980. It's
laugh time, all prophetic reversals, throughout the history of
humankind! WEEEEEEEEEEE AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING REAL SUPER TIRED OF PEOPLE NOW FAMOUS AND POWERFUL,
DENYING THEY KNEW ME, AND EVEN LIKED ME A LOT, IN DIFFERENT WAYS AND
AMOUNTS. YOU WILL ALL ANSWER TO A POWERFUL WHEEL EVENTUALLY, AND DEEP
DOWN INSIDE, I BELIEVE IN MY FUCKING HEART OF HEARTS THAT DIANA WILL
GO ON REPAIRING UNTIL SHE IS DONE WITH ME; THAT YOU ALL KNOW THIS AND
TRY REAL DAM FUCKIGN HARD EACH AND EVERY DAM DAY, TO BLOCK THE
THOUGHT OF THIS, OUT OF YOUR MINDS. BUT ONE DAY WHEN YOUR PRESENT
LIFE HAS EXPIRED, YOU WILL INDEED BE DEALING, AS ALL RELIGIONS PREACH
WHETHER THEY KNOW IT OR NOT, WITH THE GREAT LADY KARMIC WHEEL, WHE IS
STRONGER THAN ANY AND ALL OF US ALL PUT TOGETHER, IT IS IN TRUTH AND
IN FACT, THEE ABSOLUTE FIRST BUILT IN LAWTRON ON THE SEVENTH
DIMENSION OF THE SYSTEM OF LAWTRONICS THAT FIRST BLEW OUT AND AWAY
FROM THE GREAT VOID INFINITY, AND THIS GREAT ABSOLUTE COLLECTIVE SOUL
OR GOD OR WHATEVER NAME SPINS YOUR DAM TOPS, FOLKS; WILL GET US ALL,
YOU TOO, ALL OF YOU!!! SO DENY MY CONNECTIONS WITH YOU, SO MANY OF
YOU OUT HERE, ALL YOU WANT TO. ME YOU CAN BEAT. THE WHEEL, WELL; YOU
REALLY DON'T NEED ME TO TELL YOU THAT YOU FUCKING CANNOT BEAT THAT
ONE. THAT IS THE ONE THAT YOU, ALL OF YOU DOING ALL OF THESE THINGS
TO ME, WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF. SO LAUGHT TODAY AT FUCKIGN
POOR OLD ME, YOUR TURN WILL SPIN AROUND, I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I DO
NOT NEED TO EVER MAKE ILLEGAL PHYSICAL WORLD THREATS ON ANYBODY,
ANYWHERE, AT ANY TIME, THIS IS ALL ON A TOTALLY FUCKING COSMIC ASS
LEVEL, YO!!!!
AND
YES, SABRINA COLLINS OF DARK SHIT HOLES AND MISTER ROTH SHITPANTS
KMART, THIS IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN, JUST A COUPLE YEARS AFTER IT BEGAN
50 MILES EAST OF THERE IN GOOD OLD ROTTEN ASS SIN CITY ATLANTIC CITY,
THE OCEAN'S SODOM, GAMORAH BY THE SEA, WHATEVER, CONGY OLD PAL FROM
ALL LONG BLUE RIVERS AND FIRES.
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
BLOG
BOOK CHAPTER TITLE:
'PLAYING
SARAH KRASSLE'S FAVE GAME'
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
OH
YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK
WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY
FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK
THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON,
“LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you
can believe me. My blogs of early May of 2013, show the lies.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes,
I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on
time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!),
which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken
clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The
Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a
cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s
really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The
recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they
seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in
the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.
More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His
family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the
Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that
the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest
isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
Posted
by Listener
Therese
on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries,
MP3s,
New
Jersey,
Religion
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