HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 63

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 63

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Well, I won't tell if you won't, Dave Roth, Mary Roth, Ann King, Paula King, and Captain Getoutofdodge Callio! I know what I know, and I cannot say the word THAT, just the word WHAT, you know, put the letter W back before the letter T, great 1983 Copyright Office. I do know, but I would never dare use the exact words of power that Almighty SSJKK did. Still, was SHE the only one who was sacrificed, or now does the entire dam pile of hyperspace jigsaw dots need to be, to keep me quiet and shut down? Maybe Jackson knows, up at NASA? Maybe not! WOW, That was almost a metal sandwich. I never did learn to acquire a taste for that particular dam dish, vsheuuuuuuuuu, sup Honorable Judge Scattergood? Seen the god Steve Psyche Murray Myrathus around anywhere in Florence, in or out of great Italy???????

Without sailing away in 1980 with Chris Cross, or any other wild folks in the great music bizz, let's see if I can't say a few things that might set things on their ear and their asshole. Let's just see what we can do hear, in a short period of no time! AHA-AHA MMCN!

WAYV, Paula, Sarah, Nina, the Shah of Iran, AND MY COUSIN SANDRA MASON, all mixed with my good old fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason; and we will have one motley mother fucking crew. And that's a big time ass promise, lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This all totally reminds me exactly of the story told on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking talk show host was commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, and I QUOTE, the {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. Every mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making on this wide world web system is totally true and accurate.

II just took a major computer crash. This is total war PAM BONDI. Watch a giant Earthquake strike.

I will redo the entire blog and post it within 24 hours, ladies and gentlemen. It is going to take a lot of work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{(NOTE FOR ME), IT SHOWS UP ON BLOG SITE.}

{{{{{(((('''END OF BLOG FOR NOW.''')))}}}}}

So let me copy it from the Blogger site and then we can move along. But the MILITUFORC E WILL INDEED PAY A STIFF FUCKING CUNT PRICE FOR CRASHING ME, AND THAT I PROMISE YOU, KIMBA WHITELION, in or out of fucking 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cousin Dawn-Marie and you, big lovely Patty-Paula, what a pair of electrifying dazzle, but to quote the great Law & Order television show, I doubt that either Hampton or Huntington, hanging in there or not, will be able to properly fuckiGN contain the necessary damage!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Without sailing away in 1980, with Chris Cross, or any other wild folks in the great music bizz; let's see if I can't say a few things that might set things on their ear, and their asshole. Let's just see what we can do here, in a short period of time! AHA-AHA MMCN!

WAYV, Paula, Sarah, Nina, the Shah of Iran, AND MY COUSIN SANDRA MASON, all mixed with my good old fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason; and we will have one motley mother fucking crew. And that's a big time ass promise, lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This all totally reminds me exactly of the story told on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking talk show host was commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, and I QUOTE, the {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. Every mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making on this wide world web system is totally true and accurate.

Now the BLOGGER GOOGLE site is illegally hacking me, Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida. I cannot paste in anything from there to my open office files. This is how fuckiGN powerful my daughter and her friends all are.

APRIL 17, 2015

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 6:34,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 69%, FEELING LIKE 87 DEGREES.

RANGE---------------(H-90/L-66).

WIND IS WSW AT 13, GUSTING TO 17.

Boy it was kinda nice for a while around this mother fucking building; but for about two weeks or so, these cock sucking mother fucking nabes are very mother fucking ass annoying, YO YO YO YO!!!

I AM GOING OUT OF MY TURD CHEWING FUCKING MIND AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, FROM ALL OF MY ENDLESS DICK LICKING THROBBING ASS HELL, KIND PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WORKED ALL MORNING ON THIS BLOG, AND THEN TOOK A MAJOR SHIT HIT AND CLOSED IT ALL OUT, SAVED THE BLOG AND CLOSED IT DOWN; AND NOW IT IS TOTALLY GONE. The reason it went missing and got all hacked however, was the very same reason things fucked up on the original time I tried to do a karaoke job at my job site at Cifaloglio, late in oh six or early in 07 somewhere. I was predestined to do a better job. The original copy on the music never contained that opening lead, which was absolutely essential for things unfolding the way that they did in certain matters. And then look at how CHAPTER-50 ended up with a quarter of a thousand views within 24 hours of its posting. I learned long fucking ago, my people; not to ever worry about shit that seems to go wrong like in those two instances. The mighty wonderful televangelist preacher by the name of Joel Osteen knows this stuff only too well. I have heard him preach on stuff just like this on more than one occasion, you go my brother!!!!! Audience HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 50, YO. This was the stats as of pre-blog chapter 50. But the start of this blog shows an entirely different story. Study the part that breaks down the specific blog views on particular chapters, near th every beginning. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Monday, August 29, 2011 SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0222 SAFE JOURNAL, CHATER 0222 7:09 PM, MONDAY, AUGUST 29TH, 2011 BLOG BEGINS: 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. Everyone knows there is more going on here than me just trying to out do James Patterson with a lot of made up phony fucking fiction. I couldn't ever compete with that great man on my best day for all the love in the HO-HOUSE and the $$$$$ gold, in Fort Knox. But when I can tell a totally true tale such as the story of my real and totally unfathomable life, then I can really go to fucking town, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY! A nasty earthquake hit an interesting part of the world, and Maggie is only limited 2 my faith in her as well as how much lightning wants 2 operate through it. Unlike putting electricity through electronic devices, and regulating it in exact quantities of pressure and number of electrons being flowed into them, or volts times amps, U all would just say watts or power, power itself remains the same constant, it will always B, as it is right now, energy divided by the 4th dimension, or three spatial dimensions running in a motion through itself. We all know that if U observe an object at a distance greater than about 30,000 miles, it is impossible 2 ever C it in real-time, based on our roughly being consciously aware 2 no more than 400 instants per minute. What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANY QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT. Now how many of you spotted the typo or PBHE?????????? Here it is again. What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANT QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT. Let us continue on now with this blog: HALLS WALLS CHAPTER 62---A & B. Lightning always tells me on the Astral Plane, “Ricky, if you act like this, then you're no better than they are and then how can you talk about them without talking about yourself as well”. She is 100% totally on the money correct. I just wish the girl would come around sometime and be with me. THANK YOU for hearing my plea, lovely wonderful baby-blond!!! OK, down to cases, people. Mickey Walker ''fired me'' in a parallel universe at the MARS GRAPHICS PRINT SHOP on July 1, of 1977. This was covering up a major memory that took place in my waking universe where I had a tangible body, on July 1, in 1969, 19 days before man first walked on the lovely moon. There are 8 letters in my name, and it was 8 years after that time under the Central Adam Schiff Brady Bunch Pier, that I had this very powerful interaction where Mister Mickey Walker fired me, as in Christmas Angel movies years yet to come, with lovely Maureen O'Hara. Now in the great Christmas movie, ''Miracle on 34th Street, great Microsoft Lightbulb; and I know it is not the X-MAS SEASON, but you need to watch it, and see the court room proceeding where the shrink dude is sitting down in the court room, and Mister MACY just testified, and then after he did, he walked past the guy who worked in his Manhattan store, the shrink, and he said, “Psychologist” and then he said after a short pause, “YOU'RE FIRED”. YES DONALD, I D YOU EVER HAD A FUCKING ORIGINAL THOUGHT INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD IN YOUR DAM ASS LIFE, cuzz!!!!!!!!!! But you want to know what really irks me to a super pissed off mind state, kind peeps? The way a few people guard great fucking secrets. Me, I will tell, so don't ever fuckign tell me anything. I don't like secrets. They cost me a relationship with own dam daughter. I doubt it ever will be repaired. But let's speak of this world great pop diva now, and even huger secrets such as MIND MANIPULATION. You know, making me see ones, making me screw something up on a blog or in a sound recording, or making me suddenly tune to a radio station whether it be at 2:08 PM in 1972 in th eland of new keys and roller skates, or up in early 2009 to the mighty powerful Atlantic City's frequency modulation (FM) station, called 'WAYV'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then let us not forget also, making THEM at that station, suddenly play the song, and then suddenly say all that shit that I couldn't miss if I tried to, after a blog that I very recently written where I told my daughter to BE CAREFUL. I was being sincere. I don't play the mafia's games, Mister Oats and Mister, yeah, oh well, I'll say it, HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then there is the title name of the great movie, Miracle on 34th Street. Hello Microsoft again. How annoying. You know, like the 3+4 program in the Mariah Carey computer disc from 2008. You know, it is unmissable, you cannot stop symbolism if you try to use a mack truck or an army of mack trucks. I showed you all this before, but here we go again. 3+4 and 3X4. This is 7 when added and 12 when multiplied, and addition and multiplication are the two functions of arithmetic. The other two are merely the inverted opposite functions, you know, subtraction is anti-addition, and division is anti-multiplication. So one more time we use the functions of arithmetic on the new numbers that gave us the 7 and 12, you know, we add and we multiply. 7+12 is 19, and 7X12 is 84. now we have the number 1984, or forgive me if I insist on seeing this number as the YEAR OF 1984, SORRY!!!! I can hear the runner right about now inside my mind, in the great movie about the Olympic dude from Oregon, Steve Prefontaine, early on in the movie, where this dude was with a group of runners on a track, and after Prefontaine wizzed by like a dam Berrios-Flash, he said, “Holy shit”, and then the religious dude gave him that uh-oh look. I would say I'm as dam clueless as Poolroy back in 1995, but I really don't think he was as clueless as a lot of people make him out to  be.      There is a huge hack happening. I seemingly am totally fucking powerless to stop my ALL MIGHTY DAM DAUGHTER from her dam rotten games. My best to your friends at WAYV.   WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I cannot change paragraphs, or do anything. She has this entire thing just as she has this entire world. Thanx for all your wonderful fucking help, PAM!   f

I do not know what is wrong, but I am going to be calling the mother fucking police, as they have no right to stop my blogs. It is times like these that I am very happy to be far away from my no good kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is a test blog, because I have no idea what is coming out and what is not. The mighty Goddess of 1984 has STRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

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TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHE END, TTTTTTTTTOM RRRRRRRRRREALE, OU PERVO CHILL-MO YOU!!!!!!!