CHAPTER 129, GTNOTG

I can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner any time, and have nothing to hide; CUZZ DONALD!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 129

As they say in the music business, 1-2-3-4:

But as I might say, which is way more to the dam point, ladies and gentlemen; But of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils down to the ultimate reality of the great card game that most children have learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape.

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THERE IS NO WAY 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 GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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So what is really so magical about 1---8---0---2

Well, for one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time year, 1---9---8---0. Eben my wonderful awesome super heavyweight winning cousin loves these numbers, am I wrong, great social media kings out there?

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Save me Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, there are a lot of people in the world, some who want to kill me, others who just want to beat me up at the Dairy Queen in Abseacon.

Then there are the human sharks as well, so please folks; don't even get me started with those yesterday jerk offs, like Tracy Ullman, and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks; and whoever/whatever is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS? SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT AND JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FOR CRYING OUT GODDESS DAM LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I move diner rotisseries or think forward in water and move forward, this is not some dream body, it is me, and if someone shot me, I would bleed nice and red for all the sharks of the sea to come and grab a bite or two or three. Hey folks give me a break here. After-all, once those bites are all programmed into the system and I lay in the dam sea bleeding out, Katy, I may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even Perry Mason; “L&O”!

Last night I was in a very horrible fucking place. Bob Patterson Cheatley and I were in the Hammonton, New Jersey area, and there were nasty tornado's up in the night sky swirling. At least three of them were separate and we were in the area of the Hammonton High School. He had invented a machine he demonstrated while I was driving in some car that I do not have over here in this waking world dimension. He could push a button on this machine and suddenly my car totally lost control and it was more scary than anything I ever experienced and way more real also. After he had his fun scaring me out of my god dam wits cubed and Cuban, we stopped near the school to get out of the storm and people were all taking cover. Later on, we left when the storm stopped, and we were nearby where an outside casino was operating, and we were at a roulette table. I was betting numbers 35 and 36 for th edam ass gods only know what reasons, and over and over I would bet them, and over and over, the actual number that came out was red-odd number 9. Then I was back in Florida alone, up at the Harvest, with a shopping cart filled with groceries. There was a long line that I was in, and I was about at middle length in that line. The wheels were totally fucked up on my cart and moving it at all was hell. Suddenly two women around 35 or so just cut me off and put themselves in front of me and somehow knocked me and my shopping cart out of the line. The same fucking forces that sent me to this parallel universe are major hacking this fucking computer and doing a super fucking space bar hack on my word open office program, YO Sheriff. Anyway, I belted out something about how nice these two folks are, facetiously of course. They totally ignored me and this made me lipid torrid ass angry. Then someone tossed a huge brick through the window and it struck me on the head and blood was all over the place. I fell down and literally fell off of my bed here, wherever this really truly is, Sir Einstein!

Laugh if you fucking want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now, dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother fuckign treated all over hyper cunt chewing space.

MARCH 3, 2016,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR---(H-81/L-55).

HUMIDITY IS 44%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 81.

The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I'll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that! I may have two signs when all is said and done, and the second one will point down to a winding weird pathway with dinosaur type animals roaming all around, and other weird items as well, with or without any friends of this family of HELL-WASH-CLOTHS!!!!!!!! When the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with her remote control operation from the office, the entire cable went out and many strange things happened. It 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just how to prove that death and god and religion, is all just the biggest fake hoax, since the beginning of the fucking universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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