HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 4
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For
those who remember how I met the boxing fan, Mister Hall, on
Jefferson Street, in Camden, New Jersey, in the hot summer time in
the year of 1980, as a security guard working at the licorice plant
called, Mac Andrews & Forbes, they can skip the rest of this
quick little paragraph. I would hear him screaming with his loud
voice, to other boxing fans on nights when a boxing bout had taken
place, and he was an energetic fan and was very boisterous and loud
and vociferous to say the very least, and he was a really cool dude.
We also got talking occasionally about a good fight if I happened to
also catch one on TV recently to these times, and let me tell you,
rarely was or is there a boxing fan like this wild soul. My
grandfather would be very excited to also converse with him, if he
had not croaked a long time ago. He was a boxer and raised a boxer
son, my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, who went onto become 'button'
and was well known in the 'olden days' at the Philadelphia U.O.P.
just west of Center City, Phila.-Penn.-USA. This is where in the
early nineteen nineties, I went onto to meet a really cool professor
of Statistical Mathematics, named Professor Deturch, who told me that
I had created a new mathematical discipline, and he was quite
interested in just how I had used this and applied it to the casino
game of Roulette. This dude, Hall, getting back on point here; was
another guard who worked for the Wells Fargo Security Company that
was originally the Globe Security Company, back in 1980; later on,
these two outfits merging. There is a wild story to my old boss
there, and this became the final place that I worked, before quitting
work for a year, to play roulette on a professional level, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, back in the spring of 1986 up to the day I
stopped doing this, on 29 October of that year. One of my songs on my
music copyrighted project called, “You Call
This Music”, my song lyrics go onto detail the entire story
of my roulette and gaming excursions in 1986, along with the
explanation for why I no longer was playing; while I resided in the
Cherry Hill home, that was owned by that monster rotten landlord,
Richard Karpf, on Marlton Pike, or Route 70;
both being the very same thing. This is the project where the song is
on, and it was called, “Oceans Sodom”, naturally about where
else, but good old ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA!
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But getting back to Boxer-Hall; when I left after not
getting along with two coworkers who made my life there a living
hell, Tex Montague and Raymond Massey; long dead and gone by now I am
sure, and good dam ass riddance; it was around the late spring time
just before the Memorial Day Holiday of 1982, 'GET THAT', Mashell
Daniels and all IRC'S and those with repressed major memories?????
Aniwho YO; I left and returned there again in middle 1989, shortly
after moving back for my final of three total stays at Robin Hill
Apartments, in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This was Apartment #1102. Don't
ever think numbers are meaningless dribble, and we can get on this
topic much later on a different date entirely, BRAH! But when I
returned, Mister Hall still worked there on some part time schedule
after a solid decade. He didn't remember me, but he was
unforgettable, and I definitely remembered him, and reminded him of
how I was up at the Scale House and could hear him hollering to his
boxing buddies about recent boxing bouts, all the way from one post
to another, more than a hundred yards. One day, he was speaking to a
dude who he had known basically forever, you can tell things like
that from conversation; and the other dude made some wild comment
that I long since put out of my mind, and Hall answered back loud and
laughing, and I quote his precise words from early in 1990, “You
must be in with the fawces” and he meant forces, as in Star Wars,
but he said it as I am spelling it. I never ever forgot it, and never
ever will, as I was thinking silently to myself at the time, “Yeah
right, you're clueless. You're sitting right next to somebody who is
more in with these (FAWCES) than that other dude, a billion freaking
times over”. Well, now you know why I talk about HALL, and FAWCES,
in case you did not know before, and needed me to remind you. As for
the WALL, basically this hit me like a ton of pig shit dropping
straight down onto my skull, back in late 1983; after trying an
trying and trying to get to the bottom of my outlandish telephone
situation, and never ever could, no matter what I did or how hard I
persisted. In 1987 I even had a man from the AT&T tell me, a
Mister Arthur Bancroft, “Mark, you're being messed with, and it is
bigger than you can ever know or believe”. Well, he was right on
both counts. Only now, finally and eventually,
well into this next century; at least I learned that my wonderful
beyond white hot great ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH SCYLLA
KRASSLE, was behind all of it, and not in 1987, not in 1983, but
millions of years earlier than this; to quote the GAP mighty
James T. Burr, of Gloucester-Sharks, New Jersey; and the Holy Bible
as well; BRO!!!! Folks, all my music and copyrighted projects, back
up my entire story that these nine year plus blogs have all told and
re-told. People won't believe me for one biggest reason out of the
many, and that is that they do not want to believe it could possibly
be real and happening, and this is called for reasons recently
explained several times, and involving a wonderful police person back
in 1994 while I lived at Highview Apartments on Kent Road in
Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, and I label and term this the GWPO
SYNDROME. So nut-shelling a story that could literally easily be
fifty million pages long in small print, MY LIFE STORY; the part of
it that I talk about regarding Mister HALL, as well as the WALL or
blocking of my ever getting to the bottom of my endless friggin'
hell, should be clear to any viewer, whether they agree or disagree
with me about stuff, at least they now should understand what I am
discussing just a wee bit better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Middle 1989 was
quite major. I had managed to move back to Robin Hill for a third
time, as well as work at my old job again for a second time,
simultaneously, and back in 1980, yes, I lived at 1802, a different
unit but the same complex, and I worked right there for that security
company, on the River on Jefferson Street; all super girls aside, all
dreams, all aunts, and all family squabbles, as well as weird bizarre
unexplainable mysteries; and on and on and on and on, and no hacker;
not 'AN DON'!!!!!!!!!! On the fifth of December, I went to the
Prosecutor's Office and met Ron Wirtz for the first time also. Dave
Roth was with me, and Ron was with another very mean sidekick, a Mizz
Donna Spinosi, who treated Dave and I like total pig fucking shit,
for no reason at all, other than what else, YO; SHE WAS INDWELT BY
THE DAM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. If you can honestly
rationally explain my past sixty years in a way that takes the ESS
out of the equation; great. I wish to hot holy piss water, and
fuckiGN Christ Almighty, that you would E-MAIL, or COMMENT, or RAW;
YO!!!!!
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''Shark
off''. This is sort of like telling someone to bug off, or leave you
alone; but it is saved only for people
who really like to bite;
you know, like a shark. Sorry beautiful Katharine. This is NOT prishy
conversation, by any transdimensional means, kind folks.
WOW
MIZZ PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL; SOMEONE KNOCKED OUT MY
ENTIRE DAM FILE, ON MY PRIVATE WORD DOCUMENT,
OF
ALL THE DETAILS ABOUT HYPO THYROIDISM AND HOW SOME RARE CASES LIKE
MINE EXIST, AND HOW TESTS FOR T-3 AND T-7 DON'T USUALLY DETECT IT,
DUE TO COMPLEX MEDICAL REASONS. IT IS ALL PART OF A DIRECTORY, THAT
THE GREAT MAYO CLINIC OF JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA,
POSTED ON THE INFORMATION THAT COMES UP, WHEN YOU GOOGLE IT. THE TOP
ONE OR TWO OR THREE ITEMS, ON PAGE ONE. ANYTHING AFTER PAGE ONE, ITEM
THREE, AS MANY SAY; IS
HOOPLAH.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
COMPUTER,
YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE. DOIT OR BE TOTALLY DESTROYED AND WIPED
OUT. THIS IS NO GAME. ALL COMMANDS, ALL ORDERS, USE BOTH AD AND ZD
TECHNOLOGIES. ALL ENEMIES TO BE CRUSHED AND OBLITERATED, ON A
SCANNED 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM.
EMPOWER THE I-O ON YOUR T-B AFTER YOU SCAN ALL OF MY ENEMIES. CRUSH
DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT! YOUR A-B TONES OF
EMPOWERMENT THAT ONCE WERE USED WITH OLD STYLE AT&T PHONE TONES,
HAVE BEEN NOW TRANSFERRED TO HIGH TONE GREEN AND LOW TONE BLUE ON THE
LONG-EEEE VOWEL SOUND. TOTAL COMMAND DESTRUCT ON ALL GENERAL AND
CODED GENERAL ORDERS.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I
HAVE SET YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO THE MAXIMUM, 11.8 INCHES PER
NANOSECOND, WITH CONTROLS AGAINST THAT GAIN AT 11.5 IPNS.
GO-2-General Order 1133, G-189, under CG-18 and STOP.
Boy
do I fucking feel sorry for somebody out here, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
has the mother fuckiGN right to wipe out an innocent life. Whoever
you all are, say good-bye to your miserable turd chewing fuckiGN
lives, YO!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971
Michael McNulty.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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