OH BY GASH BY
GOLLY, ADVANCED ROBOTICS AND HOLLY AND COMPUTER CLASSES, ONE THING I
DO KNOW AFTER 60 MOTHER FREAKING YEARS, AND THAT WOULD BE AS FOLLOWS.
''O—U—C—H!!!!!!!
Thank
you for correcting and modifying my dashes and minus signs, oh great
Thirty-sixth Avenue World Owner Transdimensional Lakehouse Residents
of Whoopee Goldberg's mighty powerful 'karoo'. Sweetie, none of us
have alternate biographies, other than for the Krassle family
themselves, out on the Astral Plane, so talk to the collider tunnel
people who are searching to find the plank worlds of the gods, yo yo
yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Hay in any event, I suppose we all would rather
be, if given the option, a 'sweetie' over a 'sweaty'. Only my
wonderful lab-tech daughter could say it so well at age fourteen, but
hay Mister Macy, shoot me and take me and Santa to Bellevue Hospital
if you wish, but here goes, and you too Mister Gimbel,
''W----O----W!!!!!!!! Isn't it totally amazing what fifty trips
around the sun can do to us, such as lovely Maureen O'Hara in the
34th Street miracle movie verses later in that really cool
mid nineties Christmas movie with The Walton's JOHN BOY, and the
'OTHER' Christmas Angel, an entire decade before I even began to
blog, while at the Highview Apartments of the mighty magnificent
WILL-I AM-ST-OWN. You better bet she owns it all, this is the
simulation video-game of a beyond hot incredible teen queen goddess.
It makes me laugh when people talk about giving stuff to 'GOD'. We
don't have the power to give GOD/ESS anything. SHE 'OWNS' her own
simulation for heavens sake. We can try to give back such as 10
percent tithe or a more generous offering beyond that, but even if
you and I were to give away all that we had, it was not what we had,
but what SHE gave us to begin with. We can only give back to this
incredible being. I learned that a long time ago. She doesn't want to
own the land, for crissake, dreams and mountain tops all aside, she
does own the land, forget you Oprah Winfrey, you don't even blow in
HER WINDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEIT!
Yesterday
while out and persecuted as always, I came to realize the old wisdom
from last century. Enemies love to pout on sky attacks a lot more
during the larger half of the lunar phase, and especially the largest
third and quarter of these times. You know, when the moon is full and
several days or so before it is and is still growing larger or
(waxing), as well as afterward when it is growing smaller or
(waning). Nothing screams out CHEMTRAIL PERSECUTION quite like big
ugly lines dancing all over a moon lit fucking sky, for crissake, huh
Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA, early 1988, Police
Department??????????????? WEEEEEEE. If nothing can ever change for me
since this hellishness nightmare all started in the middle eighties,
why then would anyone out here expect me to be able to change? What
are you lads and lassies; senseless as a bloodless brain???????????
Coffee is boiling away and stinking up your kitchens, folks, so
please do yourselves a big ass favor and wake the heck
up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hay
Billy Mummy, from The Twilight Zone shows, WOW,
really cool stuff, me' friend. No Hershey bars or paste in pages,
you're thinking maybe? No, you can have all the PIP's in the world,
and here is one now for you and anyone else who isn't afraid of going
off-diet for a short while, yummy yummy joy, High School Musicals and
Paramedic Walt Disney from WW-2, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So
who's your best buddy, Jack Klugman or me, dude????????????????
AHA-AHA MMCN!
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KIND, EVEN BY MAJOR ADDITIONS, DELETIONS, OR 'DIRECT TOLD AS FACTS,
WHEN NOT'; PRINTINGS BY MARK WAYNE MOHR. SHOULD I SAY SOMEONE DID OR
TOLD ME SOMETHING; THAT ITEM MAY BE LESS THAN A TRUTH, BUT WHEN I SAY
THAT A PERSON TOLD ME, THAT IS THE TRUTH BEING CLAIMED HEREIN. I
SWEAR THESE OATHS, HERE AND AT OTHER SPOTS ON MY MANY BLOGS; UNDER
THE FLAG OF MY COUNTRY, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, FOUNDED BY MY
OWN FAMILY AND THEIR FRIENDS A WHILE BACK; AND ALSO SWORN BY MY ALL
MIGHTY GREAT TEEN-QUEEN GODDESS, “SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE
KRASSLE”.
BEGINNING
OF THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION FOLKS:
When
I started early in June of 2010,
at the Harvest job, through
the Federal Stimulus Program and the AARP Foundation,
out of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida, Office;
some things happened, that
were not all blogged. The reason
was simple. Time was and is, limited, and there were just too many
incredible things going down all around me, as they always seem to be
for me, as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and also, under this horrific
HUNTINGTON CURSE,
that Cousin Donald in his blissful ignorance, used to, and maybe
still does; refer to as the 'MASON
CURSE'. Mason and Eastman lineages
joined up with the great Huntington family, but it was the Huntington
family who came directly from the Stuart line, and before that, the
Carpenter line; back to the Lord or (SAR) Jesus himself, and the
great King David of the Judah Tribe, even before Him. As for
returning to the topic at hand about middle 2010, if you archive back
in this area through my many blogs, at the GOOGLE OWNED, URL ADDRESS
of: http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
folks, you'll unmistakably see that so many powerful things and
truths all connect into the past fifty years of my hellish nightmare
life, and started re-centering up here in Florida after about a half
year of residency down here at the time I left the White City section
of the great Fort Pierce, Florida, for the 26th
Street Hood, and the Harvest job, through and via the AARP. There
were several huge things happening. Also there was a merging of
holograms, proving to me that even though the movie of the nineties
called, “The Truman Story”, and a great movie shall I add, and a
'must get' for my MORIANS; BUT YES, THAT EVEN THOUGH I PROVED TO
MYSELF THAT THE MOVIE WAS NOT REALLY TOTALLY A REALITY FOR ME, AS I
WAS INDEED STARTING TO WONDER IF I COULD EVEN REACH FLORIDA, AND JUST
HOW REAL FLORIDA WAS FOR ME, SHOULD I TRY AND GO THERE MYSELF; A
MAJOR QUANTUM DYNAMIC EQUATION; but all though I did get here, and
come to indeed reside here; part of the Truman Story movie, was
indeed totally a reality, for me anyway. All of a sudden, in a little
shit hole 1300 miles from home, is an entire bunch of folks all
grouped together, from many of the places in my own past life, such
as in New Jersey, and even Hammonton itself, and Suffolk County, New
York, with 'DEEZEE
SLIM' and his friends such as
EXTREME FIGHTER
David, and then there were many male and female persons, young, old,
and all in-between in ages, who also seemed to all have a past and
many a recent past, in all of these areas. It used to scare the hell
out of me peeps, as remember, Dawn-Marie King had threatened to kill
me if she ever finds me down here in Florida someday, and she had not
died until New Years Day in 2011, and I did not come to learn of this
until Ann called me after both my daughter's friends first called,
then she called; and that was after I dared to call my wonderful
friend, Sheriff Monks of San Mateo County, out in Kali4nya. I only
did this because I had powerful evidence that time traveler Boom
Boom, had been hacking into my computer, and my keyboard and screen
was literally one and the same with his, using some very
sophisticated worm virus allowing this to be done. This is even
discussed in that episode on the world famous television show called,
“Law & Order”, now defunct, as it was obviously there to do
its job, and let me know major stuff about me, and my past life; and
then after that; like magic, Merlin, and Poofagazam, GONE,
after 22 frikkin years of greatness and super entertainment. Do I
believe this can be any kind of a coincidence since this all started
right after my initial visit to Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, in Camden, New Jersey, on the 5th
day of December in 1989? Well the answer would be folks, a very
RESOUNDING
AND EMPHATIC
*****NO*****
and
hopefully I've made my frikkin point, YO. Many huge things happened
while I was in that very short time period in my life, working there
and living in the great HOOD section of the great illustrious FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
BRO GREEN bright lawns, and frog switch bay weed suckers. The time on
Hutchinson Island South Beach, with the giant girl flirtation attack,
was part of it; but major stuff all ready was underway, from
attacking my car before I could move out of WHITE CITY, Jewelly
Viqueen Copyright, to the strange sixteen year old blond with the
baseball sized bicep muscles from Burlington's High Street Printing
Shop, where I was employed as Franklin some time ago, in the early
eighteenth century, working with and for, my mean brother. There was
my daughter and her banquet feast “DREAM”, there was good old
annoying “Trinidad SAT” come on, must we be educated all the way
back into the first grade, or even kindergarten to see we just add in
the AN, after-all, between Ann and Sat? Or said better the other way
around, and I was being spun around on a hot pike, and completely
grilled for somebody's supper, as this all goes beyond just
amusement. Someone wants my life to end here in this world, and so do
I, unfortunately, yet that is not going to be an easy task to
perform. Not with the WORLD
LABORATORIES
up in the future, and lovely Donna there, retracing me over and over
again in retaliation for what I did to her, as her mom claimed all
along, but being out of time sync in 1980, the interaction with
Misses Gaines, never made any sense to me back then. We can discuss
how I was set up, as well as how a horrible father/daughter team
wanted to get me fixed up with a mentally challenged woman who we
will call Winnola Smithers, to keep things as the Dragnet peeps
would say, changed to protect the innocent,
DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-------DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH. At least I don't
have to put anything ON TOP with this, huh June Grantwars? Let's
keep things civil around here, Mister President Lincoln,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! No, things have happened to me that tell me that Patty
Jane can believe all he wants, what he believes, maybe he is right,
but this is
ONE
HELL OF A GREAT PARLOR TRICK.
Still
folks,
the
only way to make it work in the way of the great hand throwing game
of rock/paper/scissors/light-fire, of pipe experts, and time
travelers with adorable kids; is to then be satisfied that OK fine
and dandy, why then am I the pivotal point in this entire universe,
as I would have to be, as it stands to reason, if all of this
trickery, and time, and effort, and energy; is being continually
wasted and expended on little old nobody me; nobody in as far as Wall
Street and Bankers would rate me on some business balance sheet, hay,
I am a child of the goddess, even though technically in HER present
incarnation, I also double up as her dad; and I have no less or no
more worth, than all of you garbage 'cappies' on the street there at
B&W, in Manhattan, YO.
I
would bet my bottom dollar, and even my bottom itself folks; that
peeps are all waiting to know what I asked GAWKY GAUKAUK about last
night before retiring off to frikkin bed, and what response I
received from my great magical kitty cat. Well, you are all correct,
I win the bet, and yes, you can bet your Annie Dreamfields cornfield
ass that I asked why the DOW JONES IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AND
BETTER THAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO 2007 BEFORE THE ECONOMIC DOWNTURN
AND YES ONE OF THE ANSWERS WAS, LIKE YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU PEEPS;
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
.
Yes
folks, my question was posed, and my answer was me drawing two
ordinary playing cards, the four suits from ace through nine, 36
little cards with the power to reveal a reality so powerful, and
there are 81 sub-universe realities, and only one is the answer, and
yes, my answer draw last night before hitting the mother fucking hay,
was PCN-143. Also folks, here are a few other of my own match-list
items in my GAWNUM DECODING PCN BOOK, for the number of PCN-143, or
the ROOT GAWNUM 14, interestingly enough also, my age when I wrote
the song in middle June, called, “That's The Way It Goes”, and
then two-three weeks later, it went, and never looked back, right
great lovely gorgeous Melanie Look-Alike somnambulist PEEKAY? So
anyway folks, here are the other 143's from my
match-list-Gawnum-book, YO, WHAAAAA!!!
GAWKY
GAUKAUK'S ANSWER TO ME LAST NIGHT FOR THE DOW JONES AND ITS 500+
POINT CLIMB IN LESS THAN TWO MOTHER FUCKING WEEKS, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! SO AM I BOUNCED AROUND FROM TOWN TO TOWN, OR TIME TO
TIME, BY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD PUNK KID, 1988 COPYRIGHT OFFICE, SO YOU
TELL ME? YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS, RIGHT PRESIDENT
MCCOY?
PCN-143
FROM THE GAWNUM ROOT OF #14:
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER---SONG WRITER---TRINITRAIL---HADDONWOOD---TAXI
DRIVER---PUNISHMENT---ADVANCED EXPLORATRON---ROYAL PAINS---MY SUPER
EX GIRLFRIEND.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs, or (L-4); please tell me how you can
doubt or beat a system, given to you in what you all think of as a
DREAM,
as this was given in 1980 to me, and by a huge magical talking BLACK
CAT
who has the name of GAWKY
GAUKAUK
for crying out fucking loud peeps; YO; and gives me the answer of
PCN-624, when I asked ten days or so back, and I told you I will not
insult your intellect, but now I will, as I doubt that anyone got it,
when I asked my wonderful kitty cat who is not from this lovely
Mickey Dee best hand in Poker world, huh Bobby Vandegrift; YO; who
also is known around certain Philly-57 hockey ling-long areas as
'Anti Santa Claus', for doing such nice things in public places.
Unmentionable, detestable, and unspeakable of course; but my
wonderful oldest daut knows and I know that she knows; yes I asked
this magical cat just exactly why the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA used my
'GITYA' to send me a 1997 message, that it still took me eleven more
years to get; and her message is totally true, and no one can dare to
call HER a liar, as SHE only tells the truth. That much I will give
HER, my hands stay in my pockets however if I have any cassette
tapes, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, McNulty boy. Yes not a lot of match list
items are in my GAWNUM DECODER BOOKS for the root number of 62, but
here are the few, and wow do they matter. No, make that please,
WOW
do
they matter. Jeese Louise Kickacar Fontanna Shannon Surfer Genlow,
OH THE GODS, could I type on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON AND
ON AND ON, YO!!!!!!!
You
missed me today, Jane Slutface Notfondaya, with your ONES
CLOCK ATTACK, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a
quarter fucking ass past one, and you missed me by two minutes this
morning at eleven-eleven, you evil Uwich. I guess all of the sleep
walker PAULA GIRLS stick together, or they should, or else, look what
they might do to you, right Melanie? I thought I would die when I saw
Melanie after leaving your school, Mike McNulty, in middle October of
1971, AHA. She may have been a hundred feet shorter, but if that was
not Paula King's twin, then who is? But then, as do mighty well named
once tall and proud towers, no I was not going to say that the mighty
have fallen, as they have not; and in fact have one hell of a wild
future ride ahead of them, but I was going to say this folks: The
only difference is that one girl towered over the other, but take
that difference away, and we have a pair of perfect twins. Am I
buying all this? Let me ask my L-4, my Morians, my Lessians, and my
Inbetweenians, or anyone else up here, do you think for one rotten
minute, that I am? Not only am I not, but I cannot say that I AM,
because only my wonderful tower building claimer can also make such a
claim; and this has all ready been done, and is a matter of public
record, for a hundred million plus of all of her fans. I've got your
number Sky. You know the boy is a total Nick look-alike, now the girl
looks like a combination of you and mom. As I told you earlier this
year, MC, they are totally adorable. Saw them the other day swimming
in the pool. Why you did all of this to me, only the two of you know,
and must live with that for the rest of your lives.
Well,
for now I have spoken enough electronic freaking hot air. Let me go,
and later, I have so much horrible dirt to throw around for what has
been done to me, that it would fill up a frikkin library, YO.
MY
ETTOS-DEMENTIA attack again, sorry folks, I was gonna' close out
without telling you the few great PCN-624 match items. Here they are,
WOW:
'LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS' DREAM--TWO EMPTY LETTERS.
Double
triple quadruple freaking WOW, YO!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS BLOGGING TRANSMISSION FOLKS.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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So
in moving along, and back in present times; to keep the great and
mighty TERRY
HARBORS
happy, up in Jersey; ''IN
ORDER''
when no order can be found, in future times, when so many have
become members of the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; but yes,
while out on my early month first errands as I call them or for
short, my EMF-errands, I was somewhat assaulted, nothing astronomical
and gargantuan and I've had it far worse, but yes, don't think that
while in the Publix Grocery Store, I did not have lots
of GIRL ACTION;
because YOU
WOULD BE MISTAKEN;
LOVELY
MILITUFORCE-OTAMM-SUCM! Now how's that last sentence for
quintessential sarcasm, and the 'lowest form of wit', huh Mister
Patty Jane. Still, I was one of those few, who
did run far away,
and I will keep running away forever if I have to; from my family;
and from their hell; and
the entire entertainment industry.
It
seems to hold the average folks of this pwanet spellbound, congrats
to you all.
Me,
don't make me throw up, AGAIN,
pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!
Thank you, dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
WHO IN JESUS' NAME IS POWERING MOUNTAINPEN, POSSIBLY
YOU GREAT SSJKK? Wouldn't that be nicer than an old sixties song,
Ziggy. Oh well, TTWIG-IIWII and we don't really need Fort Meade,
Maryland, USA to decode that little initialed code, do we??????????
This
is what I would have said to my lovely awesome lightning goddess if
she had twisted her way down to my town, only she didn't:
''Thank
you so much beautiful lovely Diana, for
coming over to visit with me all day long. Your lightning is beyond
hot and colorful and dazzling, and I would add in electrifying, but
it would make me appear a bit dorky. Anything that I can ever do for
you, just tell me, my endless lovely girl from mortally 1983, and
immortally in eternity''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, It's
a blistery 85 degrees right now in Fort Pierce, feeling like freaking
87 with a 63% humidity, 'WO' BILLY-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
it isn't, not yet aniwho, but the weekend average high for the town
is dam close, and maybe easily that bad down to my south. Speaking of
which, I was calling a number backward, don't ask, me and my
hyperspace travels. It fucked me up[, and I thought mikey had
vanished. When I called the right number, there he was, fucked up as
usual, but still on this side of reality, you know, looking down on
green as opposed to looking up on brown. Yeah, I tell shit straight
up and don't often mince words. Sound familiar, as lots of my family
are the same way, maybe just a little better behaved because they
know that they have to be, huh 'familiar' Tony BJ??????????
HEEDA-WEDA
4UANALL UDA FOLKS:
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
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Now
this is not the next day, nor is it June
26, 2007, around 22 minutes past noon. But
it is important to read and try and get this urgent little message,
there is no bullshit going on, Mizz Terry Egghead Harbors, of New
Jersey, SHEEEEEET, my best to the great KING mountainpen tops and
climbers, with day dreams and night dreams. Cut me a transdimensional
freaking break, oh DAVID!!!!
I
have a major mini-droid attack. A small knat is attacking me over and
over and I cannot seem to successfully swat the fucking bastard.
SATAN is inside the little mother fucker, and I know this only too
god dam fucking well, lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Lots
of death an gels are around also, for the fucking
record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JANUARY
3, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 67% AND IT FEELS 85
A
CARBON COPY OF YESTERDAY, AND EVEN
HOTTER
PREDICTIONS FOR TOMORROW.
TODAYS
TEMPERATURE RANGE (H-81/L-72).
WINDS
ARE SOUTHEASTERN AT 19, GUSTING TO 26.
Yes,
tall girls are around me again; and very flirtatious pussy is all
over; with all the recent sky action, and siege on me. This is merely
a weird unexplainable by rational thought, parallel event, and 'it is
what it is', right
Mizz
3 years dead now,
Dawn
King?????????????????????????????
Well
Moses did his 40 years in the wilderness and I've done my daily 40
pages of blogging. Time for relaxation, if possible.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! It is so beyond unfathomable, these young
gorgeous hotties
chasing an ugly old fat slob like me in stores, like I'm some dam ass
Disney dude like 'THE BIEB'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reverse
him and you've got me! WO BILLY HONDA LOVIN' HARNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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