HALLS WALS, CHAPTER 16

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 16

I am going to write this blog in sections, sort of like supplemental blogs usually get done. Things will be told that need to be told to build some heavy foundations, but I won't be cussing up a storm and going into a million rants and personal feelings.

This is an extremely difficult world for anyone to figure out. Thinker Rodan types have it hardest. They live in their head, and find interacting in society more difficult, not that this is ever some easy thing for anyone to do, and especially without expecting lots of hassles and woes. There used to be two old sayings. It's not what you know but who. Then came, 'It's not what you know or who you know, but what you know about who'. I have even a newer rendition than these already known ones. 'It's all about who you piss you off'. Just thought I'd share that, Scott Ransom, and all of the great Jersey Realtors of the nineteen-eighties!

You know great folks, I can have many spins put on many current as well as more ancient events and ideas, throughout my life. I can wonder, others can wonder; I can even ignore the Perkowski-Bassler life changing hotels on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; as well as historical Secretary of States back in the sixties, and many other things; or I can realize that there is only the truth, whatever it is, and part of that truth, may very well be ugly, and also something destined to be forever unknown to me in some measured and laboratory standard provable and meaningful way. I can hope that I gain the answers to questions that I have, and seek after this lotable goal also, but I must face the fact that I am also a fatalist that believes in destiny as well as free will. This is a powerful illusion, because they contradict each other and yet both are true. Only some level of enlightenment makes one able to see that a bit clearly. When on the level of almost going Paget-Nuts, from the short two following sentences; “you exist”, and “time is an illusion”, you are also able to see that, at least by my thoughts. You would have to get a copy of an original ''DRAGNET'' TV-SHOW to really get what I'm saying. It is the episode where the entire scene plays out in a place called, the Temple of the Expanded mind, and it is just a cast of three characters, Friday and Gannon of course, and this other dude who leads some cult, and breaks the law by turning kids onto acid and other no no substances. It is the coolest fucking show ever, because it shows two conflicting points of view, and yet anyone with a thinking cap on their head, has to see both sides pretty fucking dam equally and impartially, unless maybe for real acid heads on one side of the coin, and maybe some old serious judges on the other. But before you try to secure a copy of that old late sixties Dragnet show; I'll give you a real must-see, great people. The 1992 movie with Kevin Costner, called 'JFK'. It's all 100% the truth and would upset a person like TWINBAY to the fucking nth degree and more, as all truths turn folks more off than on, most of the time, anyway. But I need to add a footnote message here, to the very talented director, Ollie Stone. Do you really think that all of that could be real, WITHOUT AN EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY behind the great curtains of OZ-WALD? And I'll add in one other thing. I never said I have a patent or a trademark or a copyright, on WISDOM or absolute truth, just because I happen to know that mind is spiritual and that the great math theory of all time, so far anyway, and in reverse, is how we tune in to physical life so to speak, and interact from a born baby to a last breath. No, I am not Mister Answers, even though the gods have indeed clued me into some real fucking ass heavy shit over the past quarter century or so. One thing I do know, is the principle of forcing pieces of scattered life, into an order that tends to mirror image itself and thus the pieces as they come together, draw a picture. This picture begins to then reflect what is happening, when that answer is never told to us by other people, or online, or in a book, or RAW. (Robert-Andrews-Whatever) Good old summer time 1975. My Spirit Peace song that he sang, my getting the crap kicked out of me by two ACBP mascots in Atlantic City without cause or justification, and so very much fucking more, kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sup Peter Vitteritti? For all I know, you have joined Frank Callio. I know that I will shortly. UGH!!!

I would give a lot of blood, Roseann; to become a fly on the wall at 30 Plaza Plaza South, in South Atlantic City, New Jersey, right before Chester Perkowski flipped out on his TV set after something SOS McNamara said. I guess that makes two of us who practically flew over the boardwalk railing, and in two separate universes, great Estelle Andersen Bassler. Let my Cuzz DT and I come on down and land now. Are you still buzzing over Ann's room CUZ? Safe distance even if true, you know, the Harrah Casino is a good two miles away; am I wrong, SCY-FY FOLKS?

Everything is one big laugh, Mike McNulty, huh? Folks, the reason his pal BJ the blow-job king whooped my ass, is how else would I have otherwise ever left this 'GAP-CFS', in Exton, PAUSAESMWG??????????? Think about it. Without leaving, there would be no FCC McDowell, well, he would be there, but I wouldn't be able to make all these references in all honesty, as I wouldn't have known the man, well, the kid. You and me need to get together and do more than tweet, Kaku and Hawking. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA! Or as gorgeous Melanie put it, maybe try out those great magical keys, if I am 'permitted' a small rephrase here, Uncle Heinz ''No Ice Cream 4-ME''. Oh JESUS; not even a little fucking Church Farm School BREYERS, YO?

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.