FUCK
THE ESS, CHAPTER 10
It's mostly
clear today with some white puff clouds around. It is 70 degrees at a
quarter past one this Tuesday afternoon. Today is the tenth of
February of 2015, and Jane Shitmiseries got me at one-eleven.
WEIN-SSDD-SOSO???????????
FEBRUARY
10, 2013,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:18, MIZZ JANE WHORE,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY IN TEMPS----(H-70/L-59)
WINDS
ARE BLOWING WNW AT 19, GUSTING TO 26.
HUMIDITY
IS 51%, WIND CHILL IS 69 DEGREES.
Protect Yourself This Beach Season
UPDATED August 13, 2013
By WeatherBug Meteorologists
It's
beach season again and thousands are flocking to the sandy shores
to beat the heat. You might be looking forward to your
fun-in-the-sun, but the weather can turn nasty at a moment's
notice.
As
you frolic in the water and picnic along the shore, keep watch on
the skies overhead. Even if you are experiencing blue skies, the
risk of danger is not completely gone.
Lightning
is always a risk anywhere you may be. If you hear thunder at any
time, it is time to vacate the beach. Lightning can strike up to
five miles away from the main storm cloud. Although it is rare,
there have been cases cited in which people have been struck by
lightning when skies above are clear. On average, lightning kills
more than 50 people each year and injures hundreds.
If
you happen to get caught in a storm while you are on the beach,
seek shelter immediately. Many beaches have a boardwalk or lines
of shops nearby. If your car is nearby, you can safely seek
shelter there, unless you drive a soft-top convertible. Make sure
you close the doors and windows and do not touch any metal
surfaces.
If
shelter is not readily available, crouch down, put your arms
around your knees, tuck your head down and have only your two
feet on the ground. Do not stand near poles or metal objects and
never stand near or seek shelter under a tree. Most importantly,
always follow the instructions given by lifeguards or local
authorities.
If
you happen to be in a boat as a storm approaches, it is best to
head to shore immediately. Monitor the changing weather
conditions by utilizing a weather radio or WeatherBug smartphone
applications.
The
WeatherBug smartphone application includes Spark! Lightning
Alerts,a GPS-based lightning detection feature that provides you
the location of the closest lightning strike, so you can Know
Before the storm hits. Click here
for the link to download.
Other
weather conditions can impact your beach vacation. The sun's
ultraviolet (UV) rays can be dangerous to the human body. There
are two types of UV rays, known as UVA and UVB. UVA can increase
the risk of skin cancer, skin aging, and other skin diseases and
UVB rays increase the risk of skin cancer and cause painful
sunburns.
To
protect yourself from these dangers, it is important to apply and
re-apply sunscreen, at least SPF-30 if you are fair-skinned. Make
sure you get the often overlooked areas, such as the back of your
neck, shoulders, feet and the back of your knees. A wide brim hat
is also a good idea to wear to protect your head and neck.
Wearing
sunglasses is also important. Your eyes can be damaged by the
sun's UV rays, but sunglasses will protect your eyes. It is best
to find a pair of sunglasses that absorb at least 90-percent of
UV sunlight.
Also
pay considerable attention to heat and dehydration. Make sure you
and your family are drinking plenty of water, even if you do not
feel thirsty. Dehydration can be the start down the road to heat
stroke, which could land you in the hospital. Drinking water will
help to cool the body as well as keep you hydrated.
The
summer months can be a great time for you and your family. Keep
yourself and your family protected from the changing forces of
Mother Nature and you will find nothing but fun and pleasure from
your beach vacation.
Be
sure to keep WeatherBug active to receive the latest weather in
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Story
Image: People enjoying time on the beach at Mustang Island,
Texas. (Jeri Pallasch, WeatherBug user)
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WELCOME
TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. David Roth, if he had not
been murdered by Mister Schau from Northeast Drake Towers Philly,
Pennsylvania, for the life insurance money; would also add a few cute
and clever words into this mix. He would add, also, to the world of
LIGHTNING GODDESSES, BOTBARS, AND JITBAGS, very fitting, very
apropos, and quite bold and audacious as well. On this partly cloudy
night, just a bit shy of sunset, here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida,
USAESMWG; let me tell the world and any loyal Morians some real
powerful stuff that is going to be difficult to argue with me on, all
though so many will of course, endlessly try, since the
HUNTINGTON-KLINE CURSE is always in full effect, and is totally
responsible for all of these situations that thereby will endlessly
lay far out beyond my control, or the heart of rock and roll
copyrighted Clyde, keeping things in the new fashion, and bringing me
to this powerful next paragraph, that proves me right, MISSES MAROLA
OF 1969, and all the rest of you endlessly wrong. Oh the days of
Misses Stroemeyer above me, blaring out her opera records at all
hours of the night, only my poor mom had to listen, as my bedroom
faced the corner leaving an entire room in-between me and this loud
loveliness, back in 1967, oh yes sir, the next time you come over
here, PATTERSON, “I'LL BE DEAD”, not exactly PC in this century,
but then, that was that century, and even better still, THAT-BOY did
not have to witness this horror show, dear sweet departed darling
mommy, YO!!!!!!!! And then along came 300 years, and WORLD LABS, gee,
golly gash, darn federal men of 1988, and 1966 who thanks to my
wonderful old fart father, sorry Frank asshole Lombardo, for my lack
of family respect, duh, but oh the wanderlust called him long before
it ever called you, oh great disco diva of yesteryear!!
Only
a few will understand all of this, and that is all fine and well, as
I will be shortly packing up, and leaving for Mexico. No one believed
my blogs in the autumn of 2008 when I said I am doing a Harry Callas
Home Run from New Jersey, and I really do not care in the slightest,
who believes or refuses to believe me now. One thing I have learned,
is that when no feelings are involved whatsoever, no problem.
Striking a bad tooth without the proper application of Novocain
however, and a child can see the knee-jerk reactions that life has
always demonstrated. This is why this great Queen of Dance of the pre
1980 circa, felt the need to do that project with that name, it also
is why I get yelled at so often, by so many peeps. In addition, it
leads me to realize that Paula and McKinnon may have issues with me,
as my daughter remains either one of two things, mysteriously silent
or very complementary. When, as my mother always said since I was
knee high to a turtle, despite the 'LAW AND ORDER' dribble that is
heard on television, a person feels badly, the normal reaction is
attack. This tells me that some other peeps or force, put Tom Reale
up to doing that dastardly deed to me, back in 1970, and all the
other things that I simply will not bother to talk on and on about
and waste your time and my time, folks.
THIS
WAS A PIP, MISTER BILLY TTZ MUMMY. SO WHO'S YOUR BEST BUDDY, KLUGMAN
ODD OR ME, YO?
I
knew if I said anything about MOVER-BARRY,
he would vanish, and so he did. Ten days ago I dropped him off after
work, at the local K-Mart, boom, no more Barry. I know this is
all true, and I know who all of you great KENNEDY'S are, and so do
the few true MOVERS. Still, MOVERS are not
necessarily hyperspace travelers. Stop thinking that anyone
needs a physical vehicle. Hyperspace is traveled through with the 6th
dimensional mind that has been signaled into us here in 3 dimensions
of this waking life. Once, someone learns how to wake up inside of a
dream, as they perceive a dream, and then be able instead of watching
the movie through a doppelganger perspective, but actually begin to
be able to take over and control your doppelganger, and beyond this,
other things around you, living and even non-living, well, some of
you get the picture of what I've been dealing with. It is quite
intricate, and so are some lovely peeps I have been so blessed to
have come into my wonderful life, JS. Every time I ever doubt
something, I do the unthinkable, I ask this great wonderful kitty cat
friend of mine, who I have known for such a long eternity now. He
meow's, and mathematically provides the answer to anything I ever
need to know.
A
year ago tomorrow, I said some cool shit on my blog. Hay Billy Mummy,
just call me a Hershey's Twilight Zone PIP today, YO DOG!
FEBRUARY
11, 2014,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
I
want to talk about many of the things that I used to discuss while
alone in various residences, or driving my vehicle some place, back
in the nineties, and the days of Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, in the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG,
who I met on the afternoon of 5 December, 1989. This day to me was
last week; and is as clear as a church bell, that is ringing out out
loudly, over a crisp early breezy autumn day, and carrying its sound
for many miles; over lovely terrains of area, such as those
surrounding the great English city of London, England. No, I do not
tend to forget many things no matter how long the time in-between
present focus and those past events, may be, unless of course, I have
been part of in some way, what the Bluebook Truth Patriots have come
to call, ''forcefully made a part of the abduction syndrome''. In
truth, no one is physically abducted to anywhere and from anywhere,
just as time and hyperspace travel will never be accomplished without
using the greatest system and the only system for doing this, MIND,
and of course the great wise Chinese folks already totally knew these
things, a few thousand years ago, and even taught Jesus Carpenter a
lot of this great ancient wisdom.
Yes,
I would decide to try and analyze stuff, a loud, and onto tape,
caught by my life journal so that I could re-listen at later times to
my ideas and theories as well as reported events that happened in
real time while doing this; and then adding to this already vast
storehouse of information, new ideas that the older journals and
words, would bring new, into my mind. All historians and philosophers
alike will tell us, that history can be defined as all records and
knowledge of various trust worthy sources, as best as can be hoped
for, that go back to where they begin and end at the present focus in
time. Only when humankind develops a full knowledge as well as
respect, for the truths of our fifth dimensional hyperspace existence
as a society of existing physical beings on this planet called the
Earth, can we begin to see how even if the most trusted records could
accurately depict and display the past to us in the present, this is
merely a space-time-mind or STM present 5th-D focus. In 3-D, it would
be fully correct. In 5-D, as hyperspace branches out in what someday
is measured on 'AFTSA' Scales, displays begin to show all around the
original 3-D past-view, and begin showing surrounding circles of
varying parallel universes. When someone does not follow in
regular-time, in the way the speed and direction of normal flow takes
the whole, they begin to first move in the higher fifth dimension
beneath the still higher MIND REALM or the sixth dimension that
creates all of the space-time parallel universes of the fifth. This
and only this; will then begin the movement, out of regular time, on
the still lower, fourth dimension. This is why the time travel
paradox is old news, yesterday's viewpoint and theoretical science or
junk science, as in truth, there is always much more to anything that
human beings begin playing with and thinking about, and this will
always be the case. In the future in many parallel worlds that I have
dreamed into and now remember, it is called the DHKB. This stands for
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier. Picture it like this. When you are
5 years old in a sand box, well, some of you; you thought you were
king of the sand box and knew it all. When you hit sixth grade you
thought back to that day in the sandbox and laughed quietly at your
buttwipe self, as now you really know it all, no doubt about it. Then
this same laugh reoccurs around age 17 or so, then again at maybe 22,
27, 35, and it will go on like this as long as you live and your
brain is healthy enough to think rationally and see that you will
only know one huge thing while physically here in hyperspace, for
absolute certain. This being, that no matter how much you learn, all
it really is doing is showing you just how much more there really and
truly is still out there to know and learn. It is like holding two
pieces of three by six inch pad paper in your hands and separating
them by say about six inches. The sheet closest to you is
representative of all that you know and understand about your outer
surroundings beyond the ''you'' inside of your shell body. Then
sheet of paper 6 inches away is now a little later in this
representation, where you feel and think that you know so very much
more than you did back at sheet one. But as these two sheets go onto
display this double horizon knowledge barrier, you must see it more
like, as you progress forward, the closest sheet is slowly moving
towards the farther away sheet. The problem is that for every inch
that the closer sheet moves, the farther away sheet will always and
forever move an inch and a half further away. This allows you to
pictorially visualize this truth much more accurately. It shows
anyone willing to see this, and even more, to do this with two sheets
of paper, that the more you know, the more you will know that you
don't know. Said in a way less depressing that would appease lovely
Twinbay-0809 perhaps, and keep me more of a glass half full kind of a
guy, in her opinion; look at it as the more we become aware of, the
more we realize just how much totally is yet to be discovered. It is
a game of catch up however that cannot ever be won, while living as
humans in fifth dimensional hyperspace, Mister Freeman, sir!
So
here I am keeping these journals on cassette tapes, beginning on
February 1, 1983, calling it PHONE PROGRAM 1 and 2 on the A and the B
sides of the tape. Within about 2 to 3 years somewhere down further
along, I changed this to Journal Tape number instead of Phone Program
number, even though I kept tapes in the telephone system as well as
in the out of phone recorder for use in my residences on portable
tape recorders, as well as in my vehicle, on an attached by rope to
the handle, a car tape recorder. I had my entire life bugged up like
the Kennedy/Nixon/Syndrome, as I'll refer to this as. This as you
all know is how I got that realtor to repeat what he had spoken
previously to me in his office, when he was in my vehicle and we were
going to that property together, that I was being stopped from
selling, until the magic date that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE wanted it to
be sold on, and that was 8-8-88, yes, August eighth in
nineteen-eighty-eight, and this is a day I will not forget in the
next eighty eight thousand years, I promise you that,
WOMIL-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May the forces reign and rule, oh
wonderful Pedigree dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
closing out, a year ago, I also made this whittle non typo-shittle
statement, that again, I'll PIP into this blog.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
As
my journal grew bigger and bigger, and for all I know is now in the
hands of the Federal Bureau of investigation, many things were
happening, that totally dwarfed these tiny recent PCM's, Eminence
Benedict sir; and all anyone has to do that has power and clout that
is reading my private journals that I must keep safe through either
copyrighting it all, blogging it all, and hopefully very shortly,
BOTH, but all they have to do is get together and sit down with open
minds, the Vatican and the powerful American government, and you will
see that I have been responsible not only for the BLUEBOOK, but for
its ending at an exact date in ''3-D-history'', Morgan sir; and if I
keep saying too much, I will not be a ''free man'' like you are; but
yes; they know my life story is real and that my words all prove this
to be a true accurate account of reality. At the precise point in
history, where Sarah came to me in a dream by old fashion ways of
seeing all of this, and took my chain away from me and then it was
really gone after I woke up, this is the exact moment in time when
Project Bluebook terminated, and the United States Air-force said, NO
MORE. It ain't saucers and aliens they are covering up, my friends.
It is the powers that created all of them, along with lots of other
really far out freaking stuff. But don't believe me. That's on all of
you, my friends!
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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