A weird fire
alarm began to sound around nine minutes shy of one this Tuesday
afternoon. I sounded and stopped and only the hallway alarm sounded
after that for half a minute or so. Then it came on again and is
still on.
Diana
came back again also, with lovely colorful dazzling displays of her
scrumptious lightning. She knows I want to literally eat her up, she
is just so awesome and beyond ravishingly gorgeous, YO!
The torrential
rainfall and mini-pea size hail really knocked against my three
windows and it went on quite a while. The last two days, Fort Pierce
has indeed had some nice rain, and we dog gone well needed
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind. Her beauty, her
splendor, she leaves me in here thinking of nothing else but being
with her on the Astral-Plane at some lovely park and water fall,
making beyond wild hot passionate love to her for what would seem
here on Earth in waking mortal life, to be a thousand years or more
without stopping to so much as breathe or speak. The gods all know
that I love you beyond any possible way of typing words to you,my
electron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right around the stroke
of freaking one of the clock, the ENGINE-LADDER #15 arrived on scene,
and within a minute or so, the alarm is deactivated, and all is clear
and secure. Oh Goddess, I feel like I am back at Cifaloglio, guarding
and writing hourly reports. Don't die on me, Atlantic City
Route-Driver and deer-hunter guy. I cannot believe that I have
forgotten his name, and for that matter, the names of quite a few
others. There really is justice in the world, somewhere, if you
really search for the dam thing. Well, the stock market dropped
yesterday a few points, and is really flying back up today.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I cannot have a weekend as putrid and horrendous
as last one, and not have their stock market system fly up a minimum
weekly amount of basis points of 400 or more. It just is not reality,
SON, DENNISS SNYDER!
EVER
SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF
THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
It
doesn't matter if one or twenty-five Dennis Snyder's say this to me,
it is all the same truth or (reality).
Yes
I do keep up and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep
current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When
certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently to the point where
I cannot refrain from speaking out,well, then I do just that. For
now, I am happy to remain at basically zero decibels.
The
devil himself could not echo my sentiments about my miseries, or
really; about his great accomplishments to cause those miseries, just
since between 1970-1980. All done within one lousy rotten stinking
little decade of time. I have to give the dam prick a lot of credit.
It is like respect verses boxer's respect or mob-respect. We all know
what's being said. You have respect for the Queen of England, or for
great people like Mother Theresa or Philanthropist Albert Schweitzer,
Madame Curie, and Louis Pasteur. But we have boxers-respect for
opponents who are worthy of it, or we are fools. Ask anyone who knows
jack squat about boxing, or even the mob. I do have great respect for
the devil, as does the fictional television character Jack McCoy, in
the greatest law show in the history of television, “Law &
Order”. He stated in one of those great shows, that the catholic
School called Saint Ignatius, taught him to have a healthy respect
for the devil. Christians call him a defeated foe after what Christ
did on the cross. Funny though, Sheila Franklin and others. Why then,
by the same very words of these Christians, is he taking souls to
HELL every day? Makes you wonder who is running the con job on this
planet, at light speed squared, cubed, and dam ass CUBAN!
We
have all heard of two by fours, but how about three by
sixes???????????????
I
truly believe Lenny McKinnon to be the devil, when we knew each other
back in 1980. He was black and did not look at all like this smiling
man. But still, I always had a mental picture of this DEVIL all my
life, as a dude with that exact expression, staring and jeering at
me, and looking a little bit fucked up, maybe a tooth or two missing
as well. In any case, hay folks, it's only a blog, and Dawn King is
not suffocating under ground and buried alive. After her death when
the family and the system were all through with her and she served no
more purpose for them except perhaps to exposed their monstrous
fuckiGN deed someday, they killed her, covertly of course, and she
died on New Years Day in the hospital in Atlantic County, and was
shortly thereafter cremated by her mom and her hubby, ann king and
Louis Laines (Chicky).
My
mom and her office is a story that's much bigger in some ways than
all of the Hollywood movies, all put together; as it involves two
extra dimensions; and that jumps the count up real dam fast, in so
far as life's reality. For right now, with all Fascitar secrets, and
great trance chants all not withstanding; my few words will be, I
better stop communicating with my electronic-people like Shorty MT,
and Professor TJ, and Patty Hollister and her friend Santa Claus
better stop keeping so many huge secrets, and my my my Doctor
Camping, maybe we all need to stop pouting! I cannot speak for anyone
else here; not in 1972 with my pal McDowell, or up in any of the PITS
years, or whatever RAW; BUTTTTTT, but common sense does prevail
somewhere, and a few know that some real wild shit is indeed going on
all over the planet, and far beyond the lovely freaking shores of
Ireland. All that said, I am no fool. I would believe I won't need
any more dental work ever again, before I discount hidden pillow
teeth, or great WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey, USA Apartment
complexes. Sam and son of Sam, the cop. Well, at least there was no
dam Labrador Retriever involved in my second rape, just GWPO
syndromes, slumlords, and the beginning of morianity in its true
infancy stages, as a result of my 'Mark Wolf' retrieved lost
memories. Yes, Doctor Camping, my my my my, and go pout on, until the
end of the world comes, after the sun explodes in the sky someday a
very long time from now, YO! I don't mother fucking expect any of you
to believe this, but JANE FUCKING TOTALWHORE WITCHBITCH FONDA just
nailed me fucking cunt again. Another ONES attack. Every cunt chewing
fuckiGN day it is at least five times or more that I am getting
screwed by that cunt eating rotten bitch from hell and 1993 ballparks
of Atlanta fucking cunt lapping Georgia. Maybe I am the one who needs
to go off and pout, my old friend Bob McDowell. Hay watch out in the
lobby for the great elusive Christmas Tree Angel, speaking of ones
and fives and mind control and inescapable things such as my family,
or lettered initials.
DAWN-MARIE
KING LOOK-ALIKE, TWINBAY-2.
Or
is it???????????????????? What if it is another Dawn from a parallel
universe, Bruce Allan Pennock? Then what? Folks, th esecrets I will
tell soon will change life on Planet Earth. Now that I am a dead man
anyway,t here is nothing to lose. If however someone wants to make a
quiet deal with me and let me have my meds again, even a smaller
dosage, I will give a gentleman's word or sign confidentiality
papers, whichever you might want out here; that my 2020 U.S. Census
will reflect the same information as did my 2010 and so forth. But if
you murder me, I will do a lot more in the time I have left, to bury
all of you for these 60 years of torture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 94
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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