GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 28
''MIZZ
BOZWELL, MIZZ BOZWELL, DARYL JONES, DARYL JONES, BWADLEES'';
WHAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!
©
2006-2015, BOM----ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
Some
fucking dirt bag slammed in at about 12:35 Ante' Meridian on this 1
January of 2016, Friday early dam ass morning, YO! The fucking
exploratrons injuring my body are hard at work with that, as well as
in jerk off nabes, in the sky during the day yesterday with major
aerial shit like major nasty afternoon chemtrailing and other bull
fucking cunt eating shit. Also they are in the
broadcaster-advertiser-entertainment garbage world peeps, with that
constantly mother fuckiGN dick licking HONDA-HARNER dirt bag toilet
water TV-AD-SPOT. I could literally type on and on and on, Sheriff
sir, this is major heavy fuckign persecution, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD???????????????????????
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT
HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
EARLY
FRIDAY MORNING AT 12:57,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 77 MUGGY DEGREES.
WIND
IS CALM, GUSTNG SLIGHTLY SSE AT 4.
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
I
ALSO TOOK A MAJOR UTILITY 'FUCKIGN' ASSAULT AGAINST MY CIVIL
LIBERTIES, THAT WAS HIGHLY ILLEGAL. I WAS SPEAKING TO MIKE P,
DOWN IN HOLLYWOOD, FLORIDA, AROUND HALF PAST NINE LAST CUNT
HUFFING CHEWING EVENING; AND THE
MILITUFORCE SHOT A PAINFUL HORRENDOUS SOUND INTO MY LANDLINE
TELEPHONE RECEIVER, THAT CAUSED PAIN IN MY LEFT 'FUCKIGN' EAR.
THIS ILLEGAL ASSAULT ON MY POOR PATHETIC 'FUCKIGN' DYING OLD BODY
NEEDS TO STOP NOW;
FEDERAL 'FUCKIGN' BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, AND FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in
addition to all my other larger problems and
woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JJJJJJJJEEEEEESUS
FUCKING GOD ALLberries and Almighty
MICROSUCKS; let me tell you this about little old
Mountainpen me, YO!!!!! I
do not believe anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical,
mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew
in the Hitler ovens, not even mother fuckiGN JESUS
CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTT,
that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the
issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my
doing those four demo songs, The
Morning Light,
lost
Love,
Love
So High,
and Long
River Blues;
on
April 30th
and
May 1st
of
that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and
doing my shift at the recording studio where I worked then,
the RPL
Sound Studio Labs,
at
1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New
Jersey, USA-ESMWG!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family
who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this
Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to;
and as a result, things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the
hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being
monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their
hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not
the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and
near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802
Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two
''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS
deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I
come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this
person, endlessly and eternally, and yet the song could only
be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was
recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a
lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful
Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a
couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat,
Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come
out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a
relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a
decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't
raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe
sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell
Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time
in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the
GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest,
and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in
Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin'
Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that
this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger
plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT,
Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all
notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm
Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not
breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way
more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO,
and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe
traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all
pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there
is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more
surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am
man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract
shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element
Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding
being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed.
It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below
on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about
that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach
Dirty-dance Briscoe???? I see that my spell checker HAS
HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
rebooted; it is fixed, FCC,
again.
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You
will always belong to me, PAULA KING, so don't even think about
running away, as I have all eternity and don't need any particular
one body, and I'm aware of this 100%, unlike even you trapped inside
this mother fucking illusion called
H—E—L—L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miserable
mother fuckiGN Jane Bitch Thistlethorns just fucking nailed
me, with her cunt eating page eleven of eleven
attack, AGAIN, so please permit me to god dam cunt phlegm
rape, great kind folks, YO BRAHHHHH (COMPENSATE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump
opened
up his first casino
in
Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the
Trump
Plaza
Hotel.
Maybe
they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat
Robertson of the 700 Club
religious
Ministries, “Things
turned a cornerstone”.
He
spoke of the year 1967when he was discussing this on one of the tapes
that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a
totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind,
RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008,
Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's
Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out
body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware
and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not
have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in
1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
GREAT AND POWERFUL AVALON BEACH
CLUB
CAM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOD
MORNING AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, BEAUTIFUL KATHARINE WHITE!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, as you know; a
few key times in my life seem to make the rest of it all, connect up
in some powerful and magical way;
such as moving into 1802
Robin Hill Apartments,
and my doing those four demo songs, The
Morning Light,
lost
Love,
Love
So High,
and Long
River Blues;
on
April 30th
and
May 1st
of
that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my
shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL
Sound Studio Labs,
at
1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG! None of this is some sick fucking joke or pathetic asshole
dam delusion. When
Sarah Krassle tells me I am THAT BOY,
and also, THAT-DOG-YANCY,
and HER
YANCY;
well, trust me peeps; I DON'T ARGUE WITH
AN ALMIGHTY BEYOND WHITE HOT TEEN QUEEN;
MISTER
Q!!!
DIRT
BAG MORTY DEATH ANGEL MORTINO JUST PASSED BY MY RIGHT FUCKING SIDE AT
1:43 ON THIS EARLY FRIDAY FUCKING CUNT MORNING!!!
I
am taking my lightning goddess DIANA with me on my bombing mission
soon when I go off to sleep. The BRIGGBASE will be wiped out first,
and then on the mortal world, don't look for me, as I will be
invisible, and I have my targets all worked out for total
obliteration. Year after year after mother fuckign shit eating year
this endless shit goes on. If they want war, then they shall have
their fucking cunt eating war; my great friends out here?
It
is New Years, so I have to excuse these annoying mother fucking door
slamming NABES
FROM HELL,
but I am going
to tell the Housing Authority that they are damaging their property,
when I go to pay my rent on Monday,
January 4, 2016.
These doors are not supposed to be slammed, and will shut quietly on
their mother fuckiGN own; and thus I know they
are doing this to annoy me as I said all along,
and they are either paid off, or have active
exploratrons inside of them,
causing them to feel hostility against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
CUTE SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE; “THE END”!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 26
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition
to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, dirt bag ION-NETWORK for no good reason, removed my wonderful
television show, “LAW & ORDER” a week ago, after only having
it on about a month, on Wednesdays. They can keep their rotten
station, I am boycotting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is practically no part of my body that is not in pain. When I bought
that mother fuckiGN mattress a year ago, it was the hardest one
available without spending a grand. My back hurts just as bad as it
did with the softer one, as only a hotel-hard mattress would allow me
to have relief, and I don't know where or how to get one without
being a mother fuckiGN millionaire. My asshole is sore ever since
that god dam fuckiGN doctor roughed me up and 'prison-rodded' me, at
his office a couple months back. I need cataract surgery and have to
live with shitty vision where the daytime glare sucks a prick. They
won't remove them until they reach a thicker larger size, whatever
that fuckiGN cunt ass is. My back and some other history, caused my
left hand to develop a fuck up in the nerve, and ever since December
8, 2014, four days after being in my sixties when everything began
falling apart, poof, this has been another unpleasant annoyance to
deal with. All of these things began when I was cut off of my
medications that I had faithfully taken, and kept me feeling fine for
the most part, for 31 solid mother fuckiGN dick licking years. I am
telling the world right now, you don't want to be in this horrible
monstrous evil nation. I would sell my soul to the fuckiGN devil to
be able to get out of here and survive somehow, but they have fixed
me good to where I cannot move or do a thing, I am trapped in their
mother fuckiGN prison from hell, and they know it, and they go on
persecuting me with pain, noise, and threats an intimidations done in
total fuckiGN cunt lapping wet-works-ops-style. I do not believe
anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical, mental, emotional,
and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew in the Hitler ovens,
not even mother fuckiGN JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of this, my family has ruined my life, my friends all turned
against me, and the entire world ignores me as if this entire mother
fuckiGN cunt eating thing was my fault when I am totally innocent. I
can never be absolved or vindicated. I will always be the extremely
hated bastard bad guy in all of this shit ass mess, when none of this
was my god dam fault.
There
is absolutely no joke about it when I discuss being placed on
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000000.
This
ain't no bankruptcy chapter, folks. That
was something that back in the day, my cuzz and I used to our
advantage, and it was perfectly legal to do. I knew I could not live
any other way other than off of the banks of the world, since I was
stopped from ever being able to do a single thing, with some things
higher up on the list than other things, such as anything related at
all, TO MUSIC!!!!!!!!
My
entire mother fucking life on EARTH, has been one huge god dam HELL.
Maybe if I was on Plank right now, I would say, my life is one
gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET; huh Mister David Leigh Smith????? Boy
these god dam fuckiGN bastards are really going with the dam ass
doors this morning around here, on top of all my other horse fuckiGN
shit, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 27
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AS
OF 1:00 POST MERIDIAN FINAL DAY OF 2015:
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE BY SHADE RATIO POPULARITY:
DARYL
JONES BWADLEES' DOW JONES:
DECEMBER
31, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-80/L-64).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 79%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 85.
WIND
IS ESE AT 14, WITH SMALL GUSTING TO 15.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 82.
I
never ever said that I was perfect!!! First off; anyone over four,
who ain't a total dam moron; already knows that
''nobody is perfect'',
just like my old Cooley Wormhole Hall, Mister Bruce Allan Pennock
used to say so dam often, right other pal from there, and ex-FCC
Director/Chairman, Mister Bob McDowell????????
Roulette
is impossible to beat unless you try to cheat when the dealer isn't
looking;
to quote the wonderful and totally beyond GAP Princeton University
Science-Dude, Al
Einstein,
and good friend of my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr. Well, to
quote Herby Letts when were having that December-1982 discussion,
over at Everett Simpson's Car Lot Office, in Magnolia, New Jersey,
USA; “Don't
you believe it”!!!!!
In
1986, I used something given me, while I was sitting in a bath tub,
at the Highview Apartments, of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; by
Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis.
It is called applied parallel event to roulette's outside betting
parameters. These would be the RED
AND BLACK,
ODD
AND EVEN,
LOW
AND HIGH.
Just plotting a stick figure graph of the twelve possible
outside-bets, and then waiting for one of them to begin to heavily
favor a NEXT-SPIN-OUTCOME selection, and playing that the next five
times that that very same NEXT-SPIN-OUTCOME selection is indicated
for being played, and playing with black gaming chips, averages
winning four out of five times, with one win and one loss canceling
each other out, leaving a plus three unit profit, minus possible zero
vig house wins, that I used to cover with red chips anyway, or five
dollars on the two zeros that would come in once in a while, losing
me half of the black chip value or half of 100 dollars (50) bucks,
but winning me 34 red nickel chips, actually 35 on the winning zero
while the croupier (dealer) removes the losing red chip, so 35-1=34
nickels. I always played that way, and did not mind losing the five
times that neither came in, as I was winning three black gaming chip
units or 300, and then we would subtract the ten dollar bet five
times for a nice $250.00 profit for making five bets. As I said, many
times, a green house-vig would pop in, and then it still would be 300
because I would bet five non-green-vig bets, so 300 minus 40 on the
times the zeros did not come up or 260, and then the five dollar red
gaming chip times 34 minus the half lost amount on the black gaming
chip, or 34x5-50=170-50=$120.00, or 260+120=$380.00. This was a nice
little days work in about one hours time, for me, back in 1986; that
is before all hell broke loose for me!!!!!
Now
using parallel event between something that happens is an 'A' event,
and what is coming up next that could be one of two possible but even
chances to do so, is a 'B' event. All things set up to be measured in
such a way, develop two lines of mathematical curvature in what is
called long
running play
and extremely
long running play,
typically measured by many old-school professional gamblers as 10,000
turns or spins or throws hands, or whatever game is being played and
measured, along with 100,000,000. That is (TEN-THOUSAND) and
(ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION) when the digits are spelled out with English
words. The smaller number is the square root of the larger number,
and of course, like DUH, the larger number is the squared value of
the smaller number, 1x10 EXP. 4 verses 1x10 EXP. 8. No folks, I do
not know how to use a computer keyboard to write exponential raised
digits, so my EXP of course, stands for the word ''exponent''. After
a very short while, I grew bored, and to quote the pro-gamers, I grew
stupid. I began not to wait for an increasing parabola curve of
future signal plays to merely bet five non-green-vig bets and leave
with a guaranteed profit after any five games were played, or more
when the green vigs would pop in. I thought I was invincible, and
very shortly, the great New Jersey casinos had cut me down to size,
and laughed. And rightfully, they should have. BUTTTTTT folks; if you
play either in this way or by using a ratio system that most
pro-gamers know about, that signals win/loss ratio changes before
actual unit losses would cause a player to lose his or her winnings;
you can have un unlimited income for life, and never need to work for
some cock sucking asshole boss and company, ever. What made me be
stupid as hell? Simple; and I will say it no matter how many times
you all get sick to death of hearing about it. EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY, FROM GOOD OLD 1971.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
AND
I WILL LOVE THIS ALMIGHTY AND TOTALLY UNFATHOMABLE GOD FOREVER AND
FOREVER AND FOREVER, AND SHE KNOWS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS,
EXPLORATRONS
I
can even live with 88 Herbert Huntington Curses and not erer
darkening a doorstep ever again, or wondering if I am darker than
anyone else. I cannot live with ignorance and how society is
beyond the pale dumb-ass when it comes to the reality of
symbolism. Sarah Krassle only spoke three things to me that I will
have etched into my mind in Moses Stone forever and forever. These
three items she spoke, only one of them did she speak it directly
to me. This time, it was not here but in a parallel universe. One
thing that she did not ever say, was as follows:
''MIZZ
BOZWELL, MIZZ BOZWELL, DARYL JONES, DARLY JONES, BWADLEES'';
WHAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!
1)
You're friends are in the shop.
2)
I'm darker than you are.
3)
Let's play a game, boy, called, “Guess the Name of the Guests”.
This
final one was in a powerful dreaming trance in early December of
1996, while the first two were in the middle of the year of those
last two year digits inverted, 1969. The first one was on Memorial
Day the 30th of May, while the second one was somewhere
in JULY of 1969.
Now
in-between all of this, came many other things. She said stuff,
and she even sang lovely songs to me. In early June of 1980, she
sang that song in a powerful dream while I was residing at 1802
Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG, called, “Love Is
For Carpenters”, or for short, I have called this the LOIS FOCA
song!
I
still would rather be extra paranoid and safe, than totally naïve
and too stupid to recognize any of the potential dangers, and I
most definitely DO NOT apologize, if this pisses anybody off. As
the old late sixties song goes, ''I GOTTA' BE
ME''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is no ONE WAY STREET,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. I am living with people who would not appreciate it if
someone came over to them and handed them keys to the gates of
anything they could ever desire to have. Why this entire society
has not collapsed,just further fucking proves to me, beyond doubt;
that this is all just one huge simulationogram, Professor Kaku.
Blockbuster
and places like this have all gone out of business. I will be
talking to the K-MART and the Walmart electronics managers to see
what to do and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, to rent and
buy video and movies, as this online shit can go suck my dick. I
am not buying and trusting giving out any personal info, and I am
therefore unable to do squat on this fucking cunt lapping computer
and internet! I WILL get that dam movie, THE RING, and I WILL
learn what I need to learn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wanted so badly to be with my Diana (The Lightning Goddess of the
Earth), out in the Purgatory, but kept drifting away and out into
hyperspace! I can add in here a timeless phrase that abbreviates
the very well know terms of “same old-same
old, what else is new, same shit on a different
day”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD
Then
the people that I was with, panicked for reasons I did not
understand, and ran; and I mean they fuckiGN booked fast and
furious, to quote the movie, in this dimension anyway, as I do not
know if that movie exists in that world that I was interacting in,
through my doppelganger-me who lives alive and awake in the
physical body that I merely was energetically inside of, creating
this ''dream'', or really, NIGHTMARE! There were two very mean
ugly looking men about the same size and age and build, not alike
by any means facially, and they had guns and flashlights. They
both had their flashlights in hand, and shining on me. Then they
pulled out their guns and shot me and shot me and shot me, and I
was bleeding all over the place in horrible fuckiGN agony, until
finally bleeding out, and then I awoke out of that hell, and back
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been traveling throughout endless
dreams for endless infinity, and am totally aware of it. You all
on the other hand have also been traveling throughout endless
dreams for endless infinity, and are merely totally UNAWARE OF IT,
YO!!!!
OH
GREAT GODDESS OF LOVELY PINK, HOVERING AROUND THIS MILKY WAY
GALAXY, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE, AS I KNOW YOU ARE IN HERE TOO.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU ARE UNABLE TO DO, LOVELY AWESOME JEHOVAH
SSJKK. IWALU-990-990-990-990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 26
I
have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition
to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, dirt bag ION-NETWORK for no good reason, removed my wonderful
television show, “LAW & ORDER” a week ago, after only having
it on about a month, on Wednesdays. They can keep their rotten
station, I am boycotting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is practically no part of my body that is not in pain. When I bought
that mother fuckiGN mattress a year ago, it was the hardest one
available without spending a grand. My back hurts just as bad as it
did with the softer one, as only a hotel-hard mattress would allow me
to have relief, and I don't know where or how to get one without
being a mother fuckiGN millionaire. My asshole is sore ever since
that god dam fuckiGN doctor roughed me up and 'prison-rodded' me, at
his office a couple months back. I need cataract surgery and have to
live with shitty vision where the daytime glare sucks a prick. They
won't remove them until they reach a thicker larger size, whatever
that fuckiGN cunt ass is. My back and some other history, caused my
left hand to develop a fuck up in the nerve, and ever since December
8, 2014, four days after being in my sixties when everything began
falling apart, poof, this has been another unpleasant annoyance to
deal with. All of these things began when I was cut off of my
medications that I had faithfully taken, and kept me feeling fine for
the most part, for 31 solid mother fuckiGN dick licking years. I am
telling the world right now, you don't want to be in this horrible
monstrous evil nation. I would sell my soul to the fuckiGN devil to
be able to get out of here and survive somehow, but they have fixed
me good to where I cannot move or do a thing, I am trapped in their
mother fuckiGN prison from hell, and they know it, and they go on
persecuting me with pain, noise, and threats an intimidations done in
total fuckiGN cunt lapping wet-works-ops-style. I do not believe
anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical, mental, emotional,
and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew in the Hitler ovens,
not even mother fuckiGN JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of this, my family has ruined my life, my friends all turned
against me, and the entire world ignores me as if this entire mother
fuckiGN cunt eating thing was my fault when I am totally innocent. I
can never be absolved or vindicated. I will always be the extremely
hated bastard bad guy in all of this shit ass mess, when none of this
was my god dam fault.
There
is absolutely no joke about it when I discuss being placed on
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000000.
This
ain't no bankruptcy chapter, folks. That
was something that back in the day, my cuzz and I used to our
advantage, and it was perfectly legal to do. I knew I could not live
any other way other than off of the banks of the world, since I was
stopped from ever being able to do a single thing, with some things
higher up on the list than other things, such as anything related at
all, TO MUSIC!!!!!!!!
My
entire mother fucking life on EARTH, has been one huge god dam HELL.
Maybe if I was on Plank right now, I would say, my life is one
gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET; huh Mister David Leigh Smith????? Boy
these god dam fuckign bastards are really going with the dam ass
doors this morning around here, on top of all my other horse fuckiGN
shit, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
My
life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he
said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it
recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him,
and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”.
Hey
dirt bag BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLL,
Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that.
Another pet peeve I have is TWB. I do nothing but
say nice things about them and their great APP, yet all they seem
to do is cut me off from sharing the great cams. The JUPITER INLET
CAM was killed, then the ES-CHARTER SCHOOL, and now this mother
fuckign SEAPORT HOTEL CAM bullshit always showing one frozen night
shot. Why are they fuckiGN shitting on me and my blogs, when I
have been nice and said all these nice things???
I
think this fuckiGN world is one huge mess and I know that I
have died and gone to mother fuckiGN endless hell. No one can
survive all of the things that killed me over and over and over
and over again. I AM IN GOD DAM ETERNAL FUCKING
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
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OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS NOT TO BE PERSECUTED AND OPPRESSED
Professor
Michio Kaku, of NYU, up there in the great state of New York, and all
empires; if anyone gets this message to you, it will possibly lead to
a true advancement in humankind over significant time. I doubt you
ever got this message, sir. Still, you were there back in late 1983,
in a multiversal part of my reality, up there in Orlando, Florida,
only back then it was down there. Still, how do great houses on great
highways fit into a lot of things, temper temper Howard Solomon
Schmuck????????????
You
missed me you rotten slutbag Jane Thistlethorns. HA-Ha-HA you dam
water witch bitch!!!!!!!!!!!
YES
SIR GREAT AND POWERFUL NYU PROF KAKU:
I
promise you that what needs to happen in all cases, is that experts
must come together, study, and eventually agree on things, or else,
forget it; just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of
law, and how Trump has used this against me, to catapult his life
into what it is today, by
a magical force,
that no one could ever fucking truly deny; yet I would not be legally
permitted to introduce any of this dam unaccepted by experts,
evidence; such as this ICPE-APE technology, and how it indeed is used
against me, and probably even now; many others also, who are blinded
by present day blissful willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point
here, Professor Kaku, from someone who appreciates your mind and
intellect, and is one of your biggest fans from cable TV channels
such as Science and History, and others; Public Broadcast, and on and
on; is that only
you will recognize my valid point here sir.
Their
needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half
psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group,
call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I
KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in
my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are
not some mentally ill delusion!
Another
problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG
SHOTS.
I
believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that
the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these
things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really
help in all of this; but she called this, the
“Mister Big Shot Syndrome”.
You
don't need to know any more for right now,
Professor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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