I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC
CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER 8
MY MOUSE JUMP FUCKING HACK IS
REAL BAD LATELY, AND TODAY TOO, SHERIFF KM, PAM BONDI FLORIDA AG, FBI
AGENT STEVE CARUSO AND EX-LANDLORD UP IN HAMMONTON-BERRYVILLE,
JERSEY. OF COURSE I NEED MY PAL FROM DAN MACKEY'S CLASS AT THE
WORMHOLE COOLEY HALL, TO ALSO BE QUITE AWARE OF THIS MAJOR NASTY
HACKING PROBLEM, ILLEGALLY CAUSING ME HELL AND DISRUPTING MY LIFE IN
VIOLATION OF LAW, IF NONE OTHER THAN A LIFE PATTERN OF PERSECUTION
AND HARASSMENT. I SPEAK OF THE GREAT BOB MCDOWELL, THE NOW ''GAP''
CHAIRMAN-DIRECTOR OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. AS
TELEVISION STAT-COMMEDIAN MISTER STEVE HARVEY PUTS IT A LOT ON THE
FAMILY-FEUD SHOW, ''YOU LOOK GREAT ON TV''. PLEASE DON'T FORGET ME UP
HERE IN THE DAM FUTURE, THE WAY DOZENS OF NOW GREATS ALL HAVE, JOHNNY
FUCKER FASTER JOKER BOB, T-A-N-K-S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-O-W.
I
don't joke about the fact that times should not change so fast, so
that people cannot be permitted to enjoy their reasonably length of
lifetime without being outdated and tossed to the winds or guilty of
being OLD. A great example is the story of “The Owl and the
Pussy-Cat”. If you tried to print that innocent little story on
blogging sites such as 'UNEXPLAINED MYSTERIES', it would look like,
“The Owl and the *****-Cat”. I suppose that Japan's great mighty
electronics corporation of the nineteen seventies, if still there and
running, the Matsashita Corp; would be left alone, since large sites
normally scan names of global companies and tell their software
programs not to visually bleep out letters that form curse words, so
long as it is a legitimate named global outfit. I'm almost sure I
remember trying it and it was allowed by the UM-Blog Site. But I am
also sure that if a blogger said, “Boy do I love that wonderful
Matsashita Corporation, the filtering
software would kick it. This is why a lot of my blogs during 2008 and
2009, at Wordpress and Blogger, had words like shirt, as in I don't
give a dam shirt what he said. The world knew I meant shit, but I had
to add a letter-R. Kind of the process perhaps, that brought back
some memories of my old 1983 ''GITYA'' song, as in putting the letter
C back before the letter B, or the letter G before the letter B, and
so forth. There are those who deny the moon-landing, the Holocaust,
and other such things. They have that right, and I'd fight to my
death to this very day, on any global battlefield, to protect their
rights. But I'll tell you all now, they're way nuttier than any of
you could ever accuse me of being. I have real facts, real proofs,
and real shit and shirt, did happen to me. If the power and authority
of the globe, insist on endlessly refusing to be involved in anything
that they don't have power over, such as what pertains to the
'saucer-syndrome of New Mexico' and all that sprang forth from this,
then no one can change that pathetic reality, least of all powerless
little me. But all of those who are indeed into the Agent
Falcon/Condor Alien and Saucer deal, they know more than anyone else,
just what I am and have been, up against, all of my life, with all of
my horrendous monstrous problems and woes, dam it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I speak of making my point here, not in the reality of my particular
stuff, or theirs, for that matter. The ESS is what is doing all of
it, and even they don't want to hear my shit-shirt. So go figure that
little DRIVEWAY-PARKWAY-TURNPIKE deal out, mister and Misses Ironies
Kings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG---NIGHT SCENES, LOVELY!
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Only
the reflection of my beautiful moon displays in the lake here. But in
a few hours, Diana my endless love, you will be all full and shining
down on me, your little boy who loves you so very much!
WELL,
IT SEEMS I AM IN ATLANTIC CITY IN PARALLEL UNIVERSES EVERY TIME I GO
TO SLEEP LATELY. Bob McGuire and Frank Callio tried to beat me up
outside of a restaurant that does not or never did for that matter,
exist over here in this universe. Suddenly Victoria Callio appeared
on the scene and yelled at them to stop knocking me around. I got up
bloody and trying to stand but was rocking quite a bit, or as the
boxing profession would say, I was trying to work the cobwebs off me;
and then she said to me that my hair is as gorgeous as it was back in
1970. I thanked her and then she said, remember those initials to my
name and the license plate stuff all around you in 1997 back in your
universe. I thought I'd go the toilet in my pants. I shook my head in
the affirmative. She then proceeded to go on with these words. You
and your samplers and vocoders, ooders-ooders-ooders. I woke up and
cried like a little baby, and had no control over it. Then five
minutes later it came to me, if I remove the dam initials in Vicki
and in Callio, you know, ''V-C'', from the word 'vocoder', you are
left with the word, 'ooder'. While typing this, loud shouting came
out of nowhere in my hallway at quarter shy of three. Then you won't
believe what happened. No knock came on the door, but two young
maintenance crew guys just opened up my door. They apologized and
told me they have the wrong unit. Wow, that never happened in all of
the time that I have lived here; Sheriff and RM-DM. You can verify
this on the surveillance tapes, it was 2:44:37 PM 03-02-2015. Wow.
Glad I wasn't jacking off to some lovely doll on my DVR player.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But look at what was
getting fuckiGN typed up when that went down,
WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is very difficult for me not to
believe this is all real. The problem for me is, and I recognize this
totally and absolutely; it is difficult for the mental health
industry not to see me as a lunatic filled with delusions and
psychosis's. Unlike them, I DO understand my plight, in all
directions of truth! The real joke here however, is on the universe,
despite all things always working negatively out for me, lovely
Twinbay. I just tell the truth, sorry, big beautiful girl from EHC,
NJ, USA!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, it was my powerful wealthy cuzz who first
seemed to know a lot of this, then had it put on a non Vicki Callio
system, proving that this was all real long before my trip to
Florida, and I am starting to think, it was long before my daughter
even graduated from dam HHS up on the island. Who can know the great
secrets of the Macy Bunch, but I will eventually choose a side,
lovely Jan! IPYT. If you think I shed a single tear over no more
thanx-2-givens meals with you, COUSIN, then think again.
WHAAAAAA!!!!!
Where
are you when I need you Hammonton, NJUSA Judge Frank Rasso? Remember
in your office that day when we spoke casually. I wanted so bad to
beg you on bended knee to help me to escape this family from non
VICKI CALLIO HELL, but as always, it seems that I was totally fucking
TRUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN?????????? All
savants know—The End!!!
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