Tuesday, March 17, 2015

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 2






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POSTING AT 4 A.M., SAINT PATRICKS DAY, 03-17-2015----TUESDAY MORNING.







My beautiful Sarah-Stacey Scylla-Jehovah, brown eyed teen queen, your THAT BOY will love U for ever and ever and ever, I will never let U go. Any time U want to shine your long bright brown hair on top of a mountain 4 me as U did for that idiot Moses, just let me know, and I will B there 4U teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639






Police R cruising through my area of residence more and more, as my landlady is letting in more and more questionable slobs, one dirt bag says he wants to the do the landlady’s younger grand daughter, a tenth grader. I plan to get this info to her through the back door, as I will tell Tom this, and anything Tom hears goes straight to the landlady. Duh, U can shove your overpriced crummy Hyundai cars and your stupid ass commercial, up your ass, oh the shit I must suffer through to type on little black keys, if I was in my place, dumb shit ads like that get zipped off the radio or TV immediately



No my fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life the way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put any other way would never separate Mariah’s men from her boys. Look 4 quick example at a place not all that far from Ricktown where so much magic happens, but Lawtronics will not permit phase 3 existence of this, so in it comes to us MW humans as HARRY POTTER. Great fantastic stuff exists on the astral realms, not just stuff that filters down in 3/4/5/phased in human life interactions. But to separate me from most, imagine now that Daniel Radcliffe the actor that is playing this movie part, suddenly found himself, through no actions on his part, having connected similar events in his human world life as Daniel Radcliffe, that melt in and through the stuff in the Harry Potter movies that he has starred in over the years? This is how Sarah in ACNJUSAESMWG and the GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE have merged together 4 me, and it is not something I ‘decided’ to make up. Both at age 14 and 41, inverted by the way, I developed powerful feelings for this phase 4 part of her, and it was not me but her 5th phase upline while asleep and dreaming down into her mind’s creation, where my chain interaction all occurred. I did nothing ever, nor did I ever ask 4 any of these things 2 happen 2 me!!!!!!!!!! Since the whole damn world is captured and infatuated with this Harry Potter part of astrallity at present minper, I may as well use it to make this example.



The 6th dimension or the ‘elevator room’ is part of all of this in ways that I have only touched on up until now, but let me tell U what happened when I tried to copy the Dark Shadows character Count Petofi in late autumn of 1969 in early November. The scenery in the park where I was when I threw some self mad I-Ching wands on a picnic bench, suddenly just changed and I seemed 2 still B sitting at the bench, yet all around me was the beach and jetty of the south side of Schiff’s Central Pier in ACNJUSAESMWG. I then saw my own self talking to a friend of mine, a polio victim named Sigmund Malyeska. He told me something that made me terribly sad, a real day wrecker like a collision out at sea. I could not make out what he said, but was tremendously aware that it had upset me horrendously. Then a voice inside my mind said, non-audibly, this is taking place on the 3rd day of your 1970 summer vacation at the shore. indeed it was a day in late June the following summer, when this did indeed occur, I first saw it in a trance, and later on went on 2 actually experience it, and it was all part of an evil plot of white slaver cultists to get me to join in with them, and Ziggy was warning me, his exact words to me were, “go home, go home”. 15 days later give or take, at 10 of the clock post meridian, I went home, but now 37 years later I am still waiting and hoping to GO HOME. I-Ching and its changes via going through doors, is an ancient Chinese equivalent to the elevator room of the sixth-dimension.



I had a major astral projection, uninduced, same as saying I had a UFO-Alien abduction, when U do not induce it through the Fascitar 6-10 method or some other way that works 4U, it is one and the same thing that people claim when they claim they R abducted, UR not awake nor asleep and UR in a Third-Thing-Happening. Speaking of which, in my big confession blog recently posted, I never said I made up anything nor lied, merely that I gave the world different explanations 4 the same thing. Also I forgot to mention that Sarah Krassle was 10 at the start on the beach where she took the chain out of my hand, and then she was 14 upstairs in her shop when dreamshift put me in the second part of this 2 part wild interaction. Someday, I will tell things and back them up on my website with audible and visual proofs, and you will all feel like shit 4 disbelieving me throughout all of this. Anyone out there thinking any of this is empty threats, the gods’ need 2 bless U bwaby-wuv. Maybe I should say, help U, if UR guilty of being in any way a part of this unholy horrific conspiracy. Anyway, in the interaction, I am leaving my body and literally flew out of it with outstretched arms, and ended up landing on the Atlantic City beach right at Ziggy’s jetty at Saint James Place. There is no way 2 make this long story short and maintain the integrity of the interaction. I will just tell U that Diana got me out of it and told me she was coming to protect me, and after waking out of it and being here on the MW a short while, her lightning indeed came around with beautiful pink white and purple colors, near and close 2 me. I went out onto my porch 2B as near 2 my lovely queen as I could B. The interaction had something 2 do with my dad owning the patent rights to chocolate, and the details R now a bit sketchy 2 me. I was running down the beach in long bouncing strides where I was practically airborne most of the time, bouncing up high in the air and moving at a fast clip. Some sheriffs wanted to arrest me 4 doing something that I had absolutely no idea nor clue what they were even talking about, but I was taken into an office in an upstairs place, and led to a desk where voices on a speakerphone were addressing me by name and telling me that I was about 2B placed under arrest. I found myself in an elevator with several giant sluts, some white, some black, and they were laughing at me and telling me that the Arctic snows would melt away B4 I would get out of this one. The entire thing had to do with my father’s patent rights, and how I was accused of being in collusion to rip off some big shot that enabled my dad to get these patent rights. My mom and dad were on the beach, and were taken into custody, and I made a run into the ocean, put my arms out and kept thinking forward until I was moving about 30 knots, and ended up around Wildwood, NJUSAESMWG. The beaches here and there, R nearly as wide as those at the shores of the Teck Bay on the astral plane. I was greeted by some lifeguards that came directly up 2 me and told me that I am not on the astral world, and demanded 2 know how I could just put my arms out and move forward. I started long stride running again up towards Wildwood’s boardwalk, I was somewhere near Morey’s Pier. When I got close to the boardwalk I was dream shifted back to the beach near the jetty at Saint James Place back in Atlantic City. The sheriff’s were just up the beach and I tried running again, but even though I could run like the wind, joggers were passing me like I was a turtle. The sheriff’s were laughing real loud and telling me that I do not have a prayer of getting out of this. Then a bunch of huge 6 foot 3 inch Amazon type girls grabbed me and threw me down and started punching the stew chewing daylights out of me until I died and came back into my body here in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG.



Monday, July 30, 2007

BLOG NUMBER 7

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL----- BLOG #7 ---- 073007.694

Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all.



I was playing roulette one day with Jim Burr, a friend of mine at the time in early 1983, and suddenly an announcement came over the system where the music is played throughout the floors, hall, even the elevators, that said and I quote, “OK, the name of this song is”. Then they preceded 2 play the song, and they never do this, nor did they ever B4 or since. I had just sent a song to the US © Office the prior month where I open one of the songs that I had recently then written called, DON’T EF AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and opened it up by saying ,”OK the name of this song is don’t ef around with magnetics”. Don’t fucking tell me what I am dreaming up in my sick psychotic deluded imagination, as I know what is real and what is not, in fact I am quite the fucking expert on this subject, and screw all of U that think otherwise!!!



Sarah-Stacey, U were beautiful yesterday, Wednesday, really enjoyed being with U and riding some of your lovely waves, my lovely Atlantic. All night long I was with U and made passionate love to U my lovely queen.



Last night’s “L&O” show killed me, the episode where the battered wife who was let off in Nora’s DA administration, where hubby said to the wife that he was going to kill her and then go to Hawaii. This Admitantly is precisely how I feel about all of my human world enemies. I know right from wrong, and never plan to break the law.



I need to say once more that most people will just never get it, and this is nobody’s fault. It is lawtronically fixed and controlled, and nothing that I can ever say or do can ever hope 2 alter that reality, put more biblically, I am chasing the wind, I am being as futile as Captain Picard’s attempt to fight the Borg. So Y do I keep trying and blogging? Well, I guess it has a lot 2 do with basic human nature, and I am as human as any of U in Phase 3, dreaming down from astrallity. We all have human nature to keep surviving and fighting things that we perceive 2B against us or negatively effecting us, whether it B real or imagined. But as I said in Blog #5, and now in reiteration, when U can go to a VERET or have one in your home later, just as movies came first and later on came the ‘home theatre’ VIRTUAL REALITY THEATRE, and go into the movie with some type of brain connection system that needs not B further teck-talked about now as it is not germane to the issue, there will B the introduction level and later on, the ultimate level. The ultimate level connects your mind to the program and also erases any memory of who U were B4 connecting in, or put a bit differently in LMM movie, “jacking in”. Just up the idea by one mental dimension and it is easy as piss juice to C how dreaming down to human world life from truer astral existence is what is happening. My problem is that I am the thought that is all this, yet I exist inside it here and now with full and total Arnie Schwarzenegger recall, in fact anyone trying to take any of MORIANITY seriously has this movie on their absolute MUST LIST viewing!!!



Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639


OK, no games. This is for the bored to tears gods, not me, NO GAMES. Some real truths R about 2 come out, and if it lessens anyone’s opinion of me, tough, it is true and I am not proud of everything my life is about, but neither most likely R all of U. Forces have let me know through major things that cannot B described in this blog so that I will not B typing here at Mr. Himacane’s 4 10 or 20 straight hours. Do not worry, it will get told enough to count, and will B abridged but not 2 the point where anything important will get omitted.

B4 going on, thank U so much my lovely DZA 4 coming around the last 2 times at my residence, bringing me your beautiful and magnificent lightning. I would give anything in order to die in the electric chair and leave this horrific nightmare behind, but Jeb Bush of Florida will not even let me sit in the prison chair, I am quite sure. I cry every day that I must endure life here in this endless fucking prison.




The enemy is trying 2 get me out on the street and homeless, first by my losing my job, and secondly, my disability benefits. Callio scum will not quit, nor will his pals Martino, McGuire, Trump, Snyder, Summer, the NO SUCH AGENCY [NSA], and the CRAZY INTELLIGENT ALIENS [CIA].

Thursday, 5 days back in MW4-D on 071907, the siege got off the scale bad. It is literally LIFE THREATENING BAD, and includes constant air siege with poisonous chemtrailing, planes, choppers, U name it and it’s being done 2 me, as well as major attacks on my physical body causing horrendous diarrhea attacks and irregular heart rhythms, and the list does not stop here. I am getting constant loud clicks on my landline telephone line, interruptions and cut-ins, and major civil rights violations, plus continuing attacks with my home theatre, static and mono side cut outs, a trick that scum bag covert agencies have been using on me since 1982 or around there somewhere. What makes no sense at all is the occasional lack of “pussy-command” as U have heard me somewhat impolitely term this weird situation, which is none other than a strange parallel event resulting from a long constant siege with sky persecution and harassment. I told U all blog readers, how in 1983 they [some covert black or gray file agency], was on my line while I was out at an eye doctor getting fitted for contact lenses in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, the same town where cousin Sandy grew up at 1208 Greentree Lane, and met the Callio scum girl gang in 1967, via a complex series of orders coming straight down from the then Shaw of Iran.

Tattle tailing huh; try this on 4 fucking size mister President, ol’ buddy. What U do is your own business, and as long as UR my president, I believe it is my civic duty 2 stand behind U and your decisions, but first off, the reason that U have a bigger mess on your hands than many an administration has is quite simple. Derr?????????? U don’t think I know every member of your cabinet, sir, I make it my business 2 know things that I know contain major significant to the future of this planet’s survival. I know that a cousin of Frank and Sarah Callio, is on your cabinet, and I have known it since U appointed the dude. Still, may I take a moment 2 wish U well, I hold no grudges, and hope all goes well with your recent medical situation. I am just a bit concerned that U may not know exactly how deep all of this goes, UR dealing with a family that makes ‘space aliens’ in contrast, appear as tame!!!!!!!!! I can only tell Blogger and Google and the Pyre Labs what I know, after that, if U choose to ignore what I say, this is a matter of personal choice, and one that I will gladly fight and die to this day 4 your rights and mine, on any battlefield in the world, in order 2 preserve.



I was living in Philadelphia in 1964, and attending a Baptist church summer camp around 15th and Sampson Street, where I met a boy a year younger than me, by the name of Michael Trollio. Whether he is related to, or is, the dude that became a sergeant on the Atlantic City Police Force, I am not able 2 know at present minper. Go to the police website and click around and maybe they have names and pix, but I knew this kid at 6 or 7, not 2/5ths of a century later. He was the toughest strongest kid at camp, and could whoop my ass in a second. We were good buddies. If related or he is the Sarge, maybe someone can find out something if he is there and not retired, and attended this church camp, go to www.acpd.com. He told me at the huge pool one day, near the Naval Ship yard that a piano in the church basement was magic and could affect a person, make him angry or sad, or any mood or emotion possible could B generated by simply playing its keys at a certain time. I was able to play a recently done work by the great Al Hirt. When I played it I would suddenly invent words around it and talked about things that I could not have known about consciously, even mentioning the Trinidad Motel. Then I would 4 no reason, burst into tears crying like a silly baby, 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. I went to the Treymore Hotel with my mom after summer camp ended in middle August, and thought it was very nice. Yet the next year in 1965, a taxi driver took my mom and me to the TRINIDAD, as the bus company had moved to a different location. For complex reasons, we ended up going here for a series of 4 summers, once in late June, and once in mid-late August, of the summers of 1965, 1966, 1967, and 1968. All eight of these excursions had major significance to the rest of my natural life. I would go out in the morning early while my mom would sleep in. I used to rent a bicycle at the foot of the boardwalk’s on-ramp, from one of numerous merchants that rented bikes to summer tourists to ride on the boardwalk from 6-9 AM. When I left the motel and went to turn left down eastbound on Tennessee Avenue, I would C a beautiful girl my age walking across the street, and she always beamed me a big beautiful smile. After a couple of summers went by, I found myself very attracted to this young queen of 12 years of age, my age. I never had the fucking balls to ever say anything to her, I was a stupid shy ass hole kid, and let this lovely thing get away from me. After the 4 years and 8 stays with mom at this motel, it was 1969 and mom said we no longer would B going down to this place, but that I was free next summer to take the bus down, she gave me a small allowance 4 doing some basic chores around the house, enough to take the bus twice a week to the shore, and that is what I did in the summer of 1969. I would walk down the same street as the motel and where this queen had her shop, and hear and C her with some of her friends, the two things I will always remember word 4 word forever, that she said, one was on Memorial Day, May the 39th of 1969, “Your friends are in the shop”. She said this 2 a car that came zipping down Tennessee Avenue and stopping just past the motel and a few yards short of her shop. This girl is not Sarah Callio, she as either Sarah Karge herself in an astrally projected body, or is someone else named Sarah. I know this because I would hear her friends call her by that name a few times while I was walking by and they were playing out on the street. Another time later on in late July in ’69, she said 2 one of her friends as I was walking down the on ramp from the boardwalk, “I’m darker than UR”. She saw me coming and said it extra loud, so I would look over at them, and I did. Still, I did not have the damn balls 2 act like a normal red blooded teenaged boy and start up a conversation with these young teen queens. That winter was the start of something that got much larger than anything that occurred the past 5 years. It all began late in the autumn right after I turned 15 years old on December 4th of 1969, Mister Paul DS Stoddard. I went 2 sleep one night about a week after my birthday, as I had done routinely like any other night, and had more than just a wild dream. I found myself on the beaches of Atlantic City near the north shore overlooking Brigantine, totally aware that it was around 1910 and even seeing a sign looking brand new with a date on it saying 1910, this would B 60 years in the past from when I fell off to sleep, only I knew fully well, that I was definitely NOT normally asleep!!!!! I was neither awake nor asleep, and believe me when I tell my readership that I was fully aware of this. I call this in my midlife today, a THIRD-THING-HAPPENING. She noticed that I was carrying a chain in my hands, a heavy motorcycle type of chain with large thick links, and two ends that clipped together and into each other. She took it from me and was only the age that she was when I first saw her and she smiled at me in June of 1965. She said only that she needed this chain 4 her city and that it had magical properties, and pulled it away from me with strength that no normal 10 or 11 year old girl could ever possess even a freaky huge one. Then dreamshift occurred, and in a flash, I found myself in her shop, upstairs in a very attractively arranged medium sized bedroom, with antique furniture, and one dresser containing three dresser drawers. She opened the middle one and was still holding the chain, and then proceeded to place it into the drawer and shut the drawer, turning to me and smiling at me with another of her famous “Sarah-Smiles”. Again, I know that I am not the only one who has encountered this very special Goddess, as to me it is obvious that quite a few famous rock stars also have. Just 2 many songs have come into being, with coincidentally connected lyrical content through the years since my encounters with this strange Scylla who is a legendary sea monster. She is not a sea monster, but she is a phase four being, and here is how I know this. First of all, when I awoke and looked at a strongbox where I know that I always kept my chain locked up in along with a book I was writing, BOB, or the BOOK OF BEACH. The book was there when I awoke the next morning from this wild and incredible experience, but not the chain. This was gone forever, and is missing to this very day. I ate breakfast, and got on the school bus and B4 going hardly any distance, a huge asterisk jet trail was suddenly in the sky out of nowhere, as though 3 jet aircraft's all crisscrossed into each other at 120 degree angles. It dissipated and spread out into the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed in my entire human life. This was Scylla’s way of sending me the message that we have a connection, here on Earth, and also in the dream worlds, [ASTRAL PLANE]. Shortly after this, a school mate named Russell Thaxton came over to my apartment drunk as a flooded river. He had just been sexually molested by a slutty teacher at our school that he was living with at her family’s home in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. She was 35 and he was 15 and impressionable. She was trying to recapture her youth, and did go on to marry him 3 years later when he joined the US Marine Corps. But this was the human world explanation of things, as there was a definite covert and behind the scenes operation going on that connected both me and Scylla. He and I got talking at 2AM and he influenced me 2 burn the Book Of Beach, a major victory for SATANIC FORCES that INVADED this world long ago, bible explanations and science or legends and aliens, it all is one huge horrific frightening but totally real mess, and we all R in it, like or not!!!!!! If this {child’s} version of things that happened down in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, was still around, I am 100% convinced that it would contain answers that would fill in missing pieces to my nightmare hell around me. Now the book is gone, and I never tried to keep records of things in my life again until the mortal world year MW of 1983, after moving to Atco, NJUSAESMWG to a rented home owned by Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue. This is where I first plugged in the PRIVECODE machine, even though I bought it while still residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on 4th Avenue in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. Now U heard me on many occasions tell how Scylla-Jehovah is the cousin of Diana, the daughter of Zeus and Leda. This all connects, but it took me in mortal life until the end of the entire 20th century where I was born into as the human personality that I am now, to start putting enough puzzle pieces together that has helped me to solve some of these incredible and outlandish mysteries. Without further digressing from point, my mind as U can imagine was totally blown after this all happened, but it was not until the end of 1996 that I came 2 clearly put together that Russell Thaxton coming over 2 my apartment in the middle of the night, was all part of a huge collusion beyond anything on a pure mortal randomly occurring situation. Never forget that 69 and 96 are the same digits, just inverted with each other. 1996 was the first year of my search in my mid-life to locate the girl that I saw on Tennessee Avenue in 1969, and B4 the year ended, had the major dream [interaction] where she took the chain from me on the dream plane, and it then went missing like magic, here on the human plane. 1970 came in like any year, I was just 15 years old, and had normal teen aged boy problems. But there was a man in 1968, in the school system, in with a big super money family, the famous Bancroft family that made donations to special-ed schools such as the one Russell and I attended on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and his last name was Jaqamini, which I admit 2 spelling the way it sounds and most likely is incorrectly spelled. This was his last name, and he was my guidance counselor at the Haddon Township High School, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. He and the Bancroft family were responsible 4 all that happened to me, including the intentional ruination of my life and my education. This was done after my first 2 years at the high school when I was switched to special education, but they tried to kill me also in 1964 the same year that I met Sarah. They tried to kill me. I was sent to the NJ Neuro psychiatric Institute at the age of ten years, and for absolutely no good reason. This was located in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG, the NJNPI, 4 short. The connections R major, but I would need to divert and move off point too far, so for now, we will skip details on this matter. As month followed month in this icy cold and snowy winter in the year 1970, I began falling madly in love with this girl, based on the experience from the TTH [third thing happening] or the wild chain interaction. I would fantasize every night that she was with me and loved me, as I loved her. I was determined to get a job in the future summer so that I could B near, down at the shore, and stay at the Trinidad. I was not aware that it was not legal to stay there alone being under 18 years old. In any event, a man named Thomas J. Reale answered my situations wanted advertisement in the Press of Atlantic City, and my mom let me go down with him as a carpenter’s helper/plumber’s assistant, but it turned out that the only plumbing that this dude had any interest in was my plumbing. This is YI packed up on the night of 12 July, took a jitney from the Cornwall Avenue house that he had me staying at, and boarded the Public NJ Transit Bus system around ten at night after 19 days down there in Ventnor, NJUSAEMWG, a couple of miles south of Tennessee Avenue. Sarah and 4 of her friends got on the bus shortly after I boarded it, I recognized her and 2 of them, and they all got off at the Pleasantville Water Company, the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, {ACMUA}, go to www.acmua.com. So months and years went by where all I did after this was to go to bed and fantasize about my lovely super teen queen. I rolled blankets up like an adult love doll toy and this was my version of her. I had not yet learned about meditation and deep Edgar Cayce trances, or of the mysterious and dangerously powerful FASCITAR. When I did learn about this and used the 6/10 or astral 8/12 system, I had started to finally move on in my life, and was starting to forget my boyhood, and the great Sarah, and the experience of the chain and her magical abilities to remove this object from me in the so called waking world. Now I was moving into other areas and it was not until the middle 19 nineties that I started getting my old thoughts come back about Sarah, a result in my opinion, of a powerful hypnosis session, done by a hypnotherapy clinic, to help me get to the bottom of a 1986 nightmare experience, also in Atlantic City






Thursday, July 26, 2007

BLOG #6

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL -------- 072607.499 Blog #6

In blog #5, I typed in a typographical error when I said it was May 39, the 0 and the 9 are keys right next to each other, and obviously I meant 2 say Memorial Day of 1969 on May thirtieth.

OK, so many now perhaps may B questioning the integrity of Morianity, and this is the chance I take. This will separate the real believers from the phonies someday. This is Y also throughout my four blogs up to this point in BLOG FIVE; I would tell some of the story and not put it all in linear time order. But 4 those who cannot C what really is going on, 99.999% of those that someday will get around 2 reading my blogs, I will appear as a delusional fantasizer, but to the important few, they will get to C a major truth that went down around me, and I had no one anywhere at any timer to ever help me figure this incredible shit out. I did it all by myself bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!




No, think whatever U want 2 ladies and gentlemen, I can prove, only ‘they’ won’t allow me 2, that all my claims R valid and totally real. Ed Himacane now has his air conditioner, surge protectors, printer, scanner, and all other needed apparatus 4 me 2 shortly work more seriously on my website. The only thing holding it back is the Atlantic County crummy justice system. The gods R using the KING’S 2 stop me, but if her parole was violated; I would have the time needed to complete the major necessary work on my website, 'morianity-foundation.com'. She would B better off in the system, she does not want to improve, and it is really a shame, as she has many gifts, she is beautiful and built and smart and talented. But my opinion of substance abusers is simple, I have no time 4 them, they interfere with all of the lives of those around them, who R not doing a damn thing wrong.

No, nothing was made up, and please do not think 4 one minper that the Russell Thaxton thing never happened, not the chain-interaction and its subsequent disappearance.

Last weekend was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up with 63.0846587.



No my fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life the way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put any other way would never separate Mariah’s men from her boys. Look 4 quick example at a place not all that far from Ricktown where so much magic happens, but Lawtronics will not permit phase 3 existence of this, so in it comes to us MW humans as HARRY POTTER. But an old friend of mine, Bob McDowell soon will become the head big wig cheese of the entire Federal Communications Commission. He remembers only too well, our teacher, Daniel Mackey, having the same message for him in 1972, that B2M presents with their band name. Am I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister McDowell. If so, I'd love you tell me the darn error of my ways.





Maybe in middle 1983, I never should have allowed that STM cassette tape, to be added onto a music project, that I sent to the © Office. It all but admits just what I am able to do; so why keep trying to fucking dam hide it, YO? Pray on Christians, Swim on Mark the Shark; and we'll all go on keeping the faith; J. Osteen, Colaman-ESS, and future lovely Twinbay! Well, from the reference frame of the year of 2007 anyway, YO! But Still, Lenny Briscoe, and all DD's!















You just read the blog called HALLS WALLS,

CHAPTER 2.-------------------THE END.






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