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SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
October
is always a major deal. If anyone out here could have been
a goddamn fly on my wall, throughout the years
of 1986, until the end of that
horrendous twentieth century, at various places where my late
pal Mister Roth and I, would be discussing this issue; you would
understand just how powerful this all really and truly is. But what
even Dave Roth and I did not fully grasp,
along with our Native American consort that day in 1987,
Mizz Psychic Reader Laura, while I
resided at 1700 Woodlynn Avenue, in Woodlynn,
New Jersey; was that this mysterious dark evil force that was
indeed surrounding and enveloping us, swallowing us up in death and
hell; was the great and powerful PATRICIA
HOLLISTER of
Gloucester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! October of 1983 was when
I lost 32 fifty-fifty bets in a row, at that CHEATING
GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, ON HALLOWEEN
DAY that year, October three years later was where DONALD
JOHN TRUMP'S HOTEL AND CASINO CALLED THE TRUMP-CASTLE,
totally wiped me out and crushed me on the twenty-ninth day, in 1986;
and then there were those other three Halloween days in 1994,
2005, and 2007, when I was somehow incredibly influenced to copyright
musical projects and send them to the © Office in Washington, DC on
Halloween Day, this all makes 5
HALLOWEEN'S quite important in ways that go beyond
silly words, such as outlandish, weird, or
bizarre. Still, it would take a thousand pages of blogs to
scratch the real surface information, as to why
Halloween and Patty, and a few other things such as the mighty
secrets of the FASCITAR, all connect up
into one huge beyond HELLISH NIGHTMARE!
But if I had a gun at my head, and was
told right here and now to abridge this
information into readable quick text,
to give a tiny whittle smattering of the entire 324 inch ball of
hellishness and nightmares; I would begin like this, and go on as
follows, kind lads and lassies out here! ***NUKE
RULES*** This is a shortening as well, for what Morianity
and its many long winded blogs of nearly thirteen years now, calls
“LAWTRONICS”.
If
you pick up a Christian version of 'Holy Words' or scriptures,
especially the KJV of our well know olden-days English translated
bibles; we read how Jesus spoke those
incredible words, “Seek and you'll
find, knock and the door will open”. This is LAWTRONICS.
This is built into the 'game' of the GODS. This
is absolute truth, and this truth as all truths do, has
incredible mind bending POWER! FBI, the
RUSSIAN HACKERS are screwing with
my blog, BIG TIME! They tried to stop me from RED-HIGHLIGHTING
the last red print above that you are reading. I don't know why, but
someone or some thing, Captain Shatner and gorgeous daut, seemed to
want to **** it up, and wouldn't allow me to highlight it without
totally taking over my mouse and screwing **** all up! Maybe it is
because in the great King James Version (KJV),
all words spoken by our LORD JESUS the Messiah
(Christ), are in RED PRINT, and the
enemies simply didn't want another piece of James
Redfield's COINCIDENCE and SYNCHRONICITY truths, to seep into
my BLOGS & MORIANITY!!! Who
can ever really know anything? Of course, never say that to the great
mighty powerful Patty! Gee-pee Wiligars for heaven's sake!
Yes,
the cosmos is very much like an incredible
videogame, that is owned by, and played by, the Astral Plane
Gods. These games, as do all games; quite naturally have rules built
into their system. These rules are what
MORIANITY calls, 'LAWTRONICS'.
For short, I, Mountainpen, call them, the “NUKE RULES”. Same
exact thing, kind folks. As any seeker for wisdom and knowledge,
pursues their quest sincerely and diligently; the
system is programmed
to respond. Secrets, no matter how great and hidden, and well
guarded by the fawces, Mister Hall sir; are forced to begin to give
up pieces of the otherwise forever hidden jigsaw puzzle parts to it
all. It really is, to quote John Henningsen,
“Just that simple”. Not one soul on this planet ever
helped me. Everyone tried to misguide me and obfuscate me at every
twist and turn, in all things that I have ever tried to learn or know
or do, here in this miserable waking life reality. BUTTTTTTTT,
LAWTRONICS kicked in for me, and I became more aware and wise
than a dozen KING SOLOMON'S, throughout
all of this unholy mess! Mortimer Mortino
the Angel of Death is buzzing at my left
side, scanning my mother ******* position, at 5:55 this morning. Hey,
he did me a damn ass favor this time, as I got to stare at my damn
clock number five's, HA-HA-HA!
Why
does the death-angel annoy the living Mucous Methuselah out of me,
you may wonder, kind and unkind Blogaudians? Allow me to enlighten
you. When anyone is in any kind of mortal danger, LAWTRONICS has a
system in place, to literally scan you, in case your dreamoff out
here in fifth dimensional hyperspace is terminated. I have monster
horrific mother ******* enemies who sit around plotting how to hurt
and kill me, constantly and continually! This activates the Lawtronic
system, or (the Death-Angel). Why I hear it more than most is
obviously because I am the 'Chosen-Huntington'. I am the first born
and the grandson of Grace Isabel Huntington, fifth daughter of Samuel
Huntington, one of our Founding-Fathers of America! First-born's are
more sensitive to Mortimer Mortino, another Lawtronic reality and one
that can be found in the books of MOSUS, in the Bible, pertaining to
the holiday that today is called, the 'Passover'. There is no way
this is imagined. This is not a crackpot's delusion. Every single
mother ******* time that my attackers really
pour it on me, the DEATH-ANGEL is around me way more than usual and
normal, even for me. When it backs off, so does my hearing
this wild signal sound all the time! Most likely you all have heard
him a few times in your lives, as most have had the experience, but
they ignore it. People tend to ignore things that are weird and
unexplainable, so as to avoid sociological shunning and full blown
ostracization. Spellchecker
says that I coined another new word. The
word should exist, so screw it; I'm using it, YO!
Just
a whittle freaking footnote here,
my friends and fiends out here: I told on my blog a long time ago,
how in the year 1975, while doing summer
help work as a house painter, for a dude named Mister Paul Tomastik;
he told me to get something out of his car. His exact words, even
though I forgot the actual item he told me to grab, was pertaining to
his instructions on where to look in his station wagon. He said to
me, “Opposite the driver's side”. My
brain clearly heard and registered the word “opposite”. Still,
what did mother ******* total jerk off retard me go and do? He went
TO THE DRIVER'S SIDE. Thinking about
this even to this day, 43 years later, totally pisses me mother
******* off like a ton of dog**** being thrown right into my face. To
this day, something is wrong my my turd sucking brain. Notice how I
said on that blog about ten blogs back now give or take, “I have
never heard of a woman having a baby”, when I was talking about the
CREATOR-FORCE being female as opposed to male. I know you must have
picked up on it. Obviously, I WANTED AND MEANT TO SAY, “I have
never heard of a MAN having a baby”. My ****** up brain does this
constantly, and in exactly the same goddamn way that my computer gets
hacked. This is not really something wrong with
me, any more than something is physically wrong with my body when I
get these body slam health attacks by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES!
This is all being **** chewing done to me by this wicked diseased
bunch of toilet germ swallowing filthy
sub-scum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Telephone
bull**** was in-between bad and fair yesterday, Friday. This is why I
am blogging but not going overboard and crossing too many RED-LINES!
Sheriff Mascara sir, unfortunately, ALL OF
MY GODDAMN ROACHES ARE LEGAL. They are non-killable. You
cannot get rid of them for all of the mother ******* tea in China's
I-Ching Trances of Third-Vacation-Days! What can I say? I'm so
innocent. Before I started watching shows like
“COPS”, I never even knew that there were both legal and illegal
roaches. I thought that you would get a ticket or be taken to
jail if you were caught with roaches in your car. That is how stupid
and retarded I mother ******* am. WOW THAT, lovely great PATTY! Oh
yes, these ***holes won't ever stop calling and annoying me. Comcast
told me that they would remove my stupid Call-Waiting feature, and
they never did. What ***holes! At least they showed me how to go into
my account settings and turn off the television screen prompts so
that I don't have to look at **** on my screen all day when these
annoyance callers make a field day out of ******* with me, Mizz
AT&T Calm-Down 1983 Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
get into a little bit of stuff that HALLS
HALLOWEEN'S FAWCES do not want me discussing on a
potential world wide media platform. To open it up, I will say that
this has to do with Quantum Hyper-Mind verses Morianity Stage-1.
Morianity needs to at least entertain the George Jefferson's Movin'
On Up to the Non-East-Side of STAGE-2, or the possible truth that
Quantum Hyper-Mind has numerous multiplexed possibilities, that will
be somewhat explored now, at least one additional angle from the
usual Morianity norms of items such as TSE of the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, (Towel Seepage Effect). I fully realize that
no other group or mindset outside of Mountainpen and MORIANITY,
believe the stuff about why we all dream, and just what dreams really
are, quite the way that is expressed in the Blogs of Mountainpen, or
the (BOM). Morianity may indeed split eventually, into two parts,
where I will admit that there is a twin duality of concepts, and that
is just as possible that only when 'soul' activates a clay being IN
ANY UNIVERSE, is that soul actually 'real', along with that entire
universe 'real'. The problem with the old cave-days theory of dreams
and dreaming, is that (TSE) cannot be rationally understood by using
that concept. It just won't compute logically, and anyone who has had
any life at all and then has read Morianity, knows fully well that
Towel Seepage Effect is totally real. TSE and HSEE (Towel Seepage
Effects) (Hyper Space Equation Effects); these truths cannot be
rationally dealt with, when we change the basic new truths of
Morianity and what dreaming really truly is.
This does not mean that some missing link cannot later on be made to
work it all out. But right now, I would not be able to even think
about trying to rework the old ideas into TSE
and HSEE, pronounceable as tissie
and hissie. This goes way beyond my
father's electric shaver becoming something entirely else, in a dream
I was having while he was shaving, back at the Haddon Hills
Apartments, when I was nine or ten years old. I am talking about
things that go far beyond tid bit tiny's. When songs are sung to you
as has been done to me now on several occasions and by several
people, things begin to get a wee bit more complicated than just a
sound from waking life, becoming part of something else while in a
dream. Now if someday I am indeed able to make tissie and hissie fit
nice and neat with a pretty little pink bow, all inside the original
ideas of what dreams are, I may be able to reexamine lots of ideas
and even begin perhaps, what might be thought of by some, as
Morianity-2.0. In light of an ever expanding rearranged concept of
numerous items that pertain to the fifth dimensional hyperspace, for
lack of a better way of describing it, should we arrive at such a
point and place, in some dimly lit corridor of outward time (the
future), maybe I'll begin a Morianity STAGE-2. BUTTTTTTTT, for right
now folks, we can keep things right where they are, to quote my
Lightning Goddess, DZA. Oh and yes, I screwed
up, and said that Zeus was Diana's Grand-Father. I meant to say that
he is her father. Her Grand-Father is Zeus's father,
Zuudlochronus. Many mythological language translations merely use the
word Chronis, and many know of this mythological being as simply,
“Father-Time”, where we get the word Chronology and TIME from!
WOW-THAT, lovely Patty!
Electrons
move in the fifth dimension for the simple reason that they are truly
fifth dimensional entities, but they can 'DREAMOFF' entity
Purgatites, or (US) move in a fifth dimensional world/reality? I
mean, can we really be alive in all of these worlds, or as the
psychics believe, are we only in this mysterious land of dreams,
while there? What I mean to say, and words limit me from saying what
is really inside of my head, but indeed, I am asking myself and all
the rest of you out here, the ultimate Shakespearean question here,
can we be really having all of these other alternate lives in
alternate realities, or is it only real when we “PLUG-IN” to
those worlds through dreams, as the dreamers, and then bring the
entire thing to life, us as well as the entire parallel worlds around
us, by the process of our being asleep and dreaming in this
mysterious unknown reality? You see, the subatomic particle that we
call the ELECTRON, s truly a fifth dimensional entity. SHE is able to
be in all of our worlds, but everyone except for myself, believes
that these other worlds are there whether we are dreaming them or
not. I believe that hyperspace is a vast fifth dimensional area
containing all of the countless 4-D universes. But the real point for
right now is that my opinion, although the mighty Mizz Mashell
Daniels of the 1980 RPL job has indeed entitled me to, is just that,
and we are only truly entitled to opinions. None of us are ever
entitled to our facts. Facts are facts, and truth is truth. Unless
someday I am able to absolutely prove to the entire Earth Planet
world, all of my Morianity, none of it will ever mean a lousy Katy
crumby crucifix, from here to Shirley's short sugars! And if I
cannot succeed eventually in proving Morianity's truths, then all of
my suffering in this agonizing hell, will be in wasted vein, at least
in my humble opinion, Mizz Daniels!
END
TRANSMISSION.
SUPER
BOTBAR DAY, 10-17-2018, 4 P.M.
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SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
just had a conversation with a Tech-Support telephone systems agent
at the Comcast Cable Company/xfinity. While doing my prior blog, #48,
and keeping to all of the agreed upon RED-LINES
NO CROSSING DEALS MADE WITH TAWF, and my wacko kid, the harassers
called me four times again so now I know the DEAL IS OFF, and we will
just march along, FULL SPEED ******* AHEAD HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The maintenance people all left and the super horrendous noise
bull**** has stopped, at least for right now. This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO!
Well,
I'll tell you all where this horrible mother ******* **** all
started, with this powerful monster rotten dream or
hyperspace-interaction, that I found myself in just before awakening
out of it in a shaking sweaty horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was
working at my old security-guard location
up in Jersey, called, “Cifaloglio”.
Instead of it being a trash collection site, sort of a miniature BFI
or WM; it seemed to be a large area of woods
and homes that had a team of security guards, because of
some wild event that had just happened. Maybe even Marshall Law had
been declared, I am not going to say, as I am not totally sure; but
something
was absolutely not right! There was a boy, who was
White-Caucasian, a male teen, about 13-15 years of age, with brown
hair and eyes, and about 5 feet four inches tall, weighing
approximately 150 pounds; who was messing with me big time. Since I
am being screwed with today by this harasser who I believe my messed
up daughter has put up to doing this, I can see what Morianity calls
the TSE, being completely involved here,
in-between the two parallel worlds, here, and over there where my
spirit-me was 'dreaming', (Towel-Seepage
Effect). Even with all of this monster
horrible turd swallowing pig piss going on around me today, I'm still
not going to reveal the entire mess, and it is beyond the pale putrid
and horrendous, kind SHERIFF MASCARA SIR,
but where are you today??????????????????? Jesus freaking Christ
Almighty, for pity sake! I'll only say that this boy kept asking me
if I had taken my medication today, and that he had heard me doing
and saying some really crazy **** and was going to tell his friends
along with my boss. I told him that he was trespassing on a private
part of the area, and that he will be sorry if he makes trouble for
me, as I will have him up on these charges. He then pulls out his
phone and speed dials a ten digit number, and called my mom over at
her job in Philadelphia. After five seconds or so, my phone rang in
my pocket and it was my mom screaming her head off at me for
something, and we got into a gargantuan loud phone-fight. The very
last thing that she said to me was that she and Patty were going to
come over to the jobsite and make trouble for me, and that the boy
was going to somehow provide some weird proof that I had done some
incredible bad thing, and was going to go to jail. I totally knew
that I was being framed, and had no recourse. I drove out of the area
and headed up north and was planning to go up to New York City and
see one of Roy Carl Weiler Senior's
friends, from the jobsite in both worlds, as over here, he worked
with me at Cifaloglio, as well as wrote that book back in the
twenty-ohs, called, “Secrets of the
Museum”. His book was about the Roundhouse
Museum of Egg Harbor City, just blocks away from where he
resides on Philadelphia Avenue. This girlfriend of his has a place
somewhere on Staten Island, at least over here in this universe, and
the gods only know what the mother ******* **** is all happening out
there in that parallel world place, where my damn ass spirit was
obviously dreaming in!!!
I
am going to say that I never drove all the way
up to NYC, and I awakened out of that horrible freaking nightmare
before I even got driving very far down the (95) Interstate
and in fact, I may have still been in Mount Laurel, just getting off
of Highway #295 and driving towards the entrance onto the interstate,
near the bus terminal where my mom and her friend Shirley and
coworker Jane Davis, and myself, all met in the early eighties, to
take Atlantic City Casino tour bus trips, as was told on recent
blogs, that I cannot wait to further get into now, since these
horrible ******* bastards just won't stop persecuting me to my
******* total grave, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But anyway,
I do remember that this friend of Roy's was somehow connected with
this friend of Frank Callio, who I was supposed to go up and bring a
lovely and expensive 'boukay of flowers' to, along with a tape
of my song written in 2000, called,
“Atlantic Queen”. Spellchecker is mother ******* totally
worthless, not showing me how to properly and correctly spell the
flower word, but I know you all know what I am saying,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, before I forget, let
me hit my damn clutch pedal here and switch gears, just for a quick
seck. There is no one place, that the
******* hackers keep switching my WEATHERBUG-APP to. But
all I have to do in order to get the weather for my town
to come back, long enough for me to post up a report; is
to click into the box that says “CHANGE
LOCATIONS” and it will go back; oh great mighty Federal
Bureau of Investigation, ACLU, Federal Trade
Commission, Federal Communications Commission, and
etcetera, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JESUS
MOTHER ******* CHRIST IN GODDAMN HELL. This
is ridiculous,
MR. Mack Kaiter!!!!!!!!
All
soap-mouth people,
from Mister Kaiter, my old Maryland camp counselor, to country
bumpkin curse-word haters of 1986, in the back woods of Medford
Refrigeration Lakes, up there in Hicksville-Jersey, I have one thing
to say to yalls. You just try going through what mother *******
HALLS-FAWCES puts the MOUNTAINPEN through, day in and day out for
30-50+ years now, and see what kind of sanity or language, that you'd
be left with, my BRO!!!!!!! I'm busy on my blog, Mister Wilbur
MacAfee, YO, don't bug me, my BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
almost nailed me AGAIN, Mizz Sleaze-weeds Total-disease Jane
Notfondau 1-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTT, I managed to catch it, and block it; so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,
and aha-aha-aha-aha 2U2, Mister Michael Freaking 1971 McNulty, of
Exton, Pennsylvania, United States of America,
ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
THAT PATTY.
You
know, when
she
had all of that powerful information on her office desk that day, in
the early middle seventies somewhere; my kind folks and blogaudians;
she
wanted me to never ever learn that she personally wanted this
information to fall into my hands and a very clever plan of hers,
very nearly made sure that this would happen,
BUT JUST NOT DAMN ASS QUITE, YO! There is powerful dog**** in this
cosmos, and MORIANITY has labeled it LAWTRONICS, or for a shorter
abbreviation, also calls it the NUKE-RULES. I have come to know that
originally, this was on her desk, and by late in the afternoon, she
had thrown it into her waste basket next to her desk. Many would say,
and everyone who works in the psych industry, that this kind of
magical and schizophrenic thinking on my part, is why I am, to put it
semi-kindly, a weirdo nutcase crackpot! Well, my response back is
along the lines of a coworker's response to something that I had
spoken one evening while employed at the RPL Sound Recording
Laboratories, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, by the name of Mizz Mashell
Daniels, and that was, “Well Mark, you're entitled to your
opinion”! I think if she had spoken the word “ENTITLED” any
louder or more angrily, it would have grown legs from her lips, and
punched me right in my ugly puss. 'Oh well'; Ann King. 'Still', Lenny
Brisco, I am entitled to believe that Patty was an extremely clever
person, and she may still be. I am out of all loops, and have no clue
who is alive and who has returned to the 'great-beyond'! BUTTTTTTTT I
do know this folks. She wanted me to have this information, knowing
fully well that I would choose to learn all about the Fascitar, and
she wanted to be obscure and secretive to the very end, about who was
behind this great OZ-CURTAIN, as well as a whole lot of other ones!
The Fascitar is more than special secretive information from 2000
years before the common era (BC) written on stone tablets by powerful
mountain people. Don't anyone out here ever say that the great
ancient Guatemalan culture of mystery and intrigue, got the end of
the world wrong. They never said that the end of the year 2012 was
“the end of the world”. Study it all for yourself. BUTTTTTTTT,
I'll tell you a huge ass ******* secret right here and right now,
kind folks. When Mister Buttwipe Zimmerman shot and killed that poor
young lad, Treyvon Martin; I KNEW on that very week, that the world
had turned another “1967 Pat Fat Slob Robertson Cornerstone”! And
I was 100%++++ correct. This was one CURVE
that even HER
FATHER
was ahead
on, and ahead of all of you out here. I just knew it, and then the
shootings just went on and on and on, and I was right!!!!!!! I don't
need any blues or crushes or other teen movies here to tell me a damn
thing, Admiral Whalespock, sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
RANDOMLY
PULLED FROM MY PC FILES:
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 125
The
minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and
I both know, with or without being snowed in; just what went down all
around me. I
thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on the guy.
If you want to do it all in secret, please be
my guessed guess,
as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be stopped
or exposed, but
I feel you and hubby know some little bit about these top secret
truths from Majestic
Level TS-#12!
Everything we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free.
But
when I called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this
is how the entire election has been rigged
so far with everybody. No
one ever wants to know truths
that are as horrible and monstrous as what I know to be true.
Last
night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is
very different.
I wanted to control the trip, but found myself powerless to do so,
limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron.
There are many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a
more than one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3
from type-1 or type-2 exploratron.
It is just easier for me to go around again, and be on that stinking
rotten train and
go into my next cycle.
I feel that each time I go through this, things are progressing worse
and worse. I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who
appear to be following me back each time, to convince
me
I am just a delusional buttwipe kid.
I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very obvious
reasons, and my
Milituforce enemies
may think they have successfully crawled into my head and know, but I
promise them that they are not as darn smart as they may think they
are.
Friday
and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous
leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it
was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so
myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will
watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under
inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to
me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!
We
will be talking about why
anyone can pull at random,
from a TV-off air taped video library, to a computer open office
file, to anything, anywhere, at any time; and then literally come to
see the explosive reality of Mister
James Redfield,
and his mighty revelations to the world, two decades back; regarding
the never ending messengers who secretly live and dwell, deep inside
of the worlds of coincidence, and other words that he uses in his
marvelous, and truly beyond outstanding books, regarding his trips
down into Peru, in South America. What he learned shortly after Dave
Roth and I were also exploring this, back while I was residing at the
great and powerful NON-OZ Highview Apartments; is inconceivably
astonishing. I swear to all that' both holy and unholy, that this
goes beyond being unfathomable to the power of a thousand. What we
can all do and learn from this powerful **** is beyond even the mind
blown Count Richard Lennon Von Marcucciess, of
1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have not even so much as begun to get
into all of this incredible crap, Mizz Carpenter, so WOW ALL OF THIS;
PATTY H.
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SUPER
BOTBAR DAY, 10-17-2018, 2 P.M.
BLOG
48 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Numbers
are beyond wild, and anything BUT impersonal, Mister
David Leigh Smith. I am not going across any RED
LINES, as the phone harassment has backed off somewhat. I
keep deals that I make. It is ashame that when those around you have
all of the power, they can absolutely control your entire life, and
limit the so-called freedom that you were taught back in freaking
grammar school, that you had as an American Citizen. The great U. S.
© Office has a 1988 collection of cassette tapes that is the Epitome
of Harassment, TAPED VERSION, as opposed to the INTERNET VERSION,
where I sent down a very wild powerful conversation that took place
in the American Honda Security Guard-House, in Mount Laurel, New
Jersey, USAESMWG on Valentine's Day of 1988, where David Roth was
shouting all about this very thing. He was so beyond correct, and
totally ahead of his time, NO RED LINE
parallels, just sayin'!
The
WEATHERBUG APP hackers are a high school in Indiana somewhere.
The next time it pops on, I will give you their weather address. Only
THEY could have done this, and I do not know why, unless
certain peeps put them up to it, you know, the Braxton
crew. Speaking of garbage like
this; the WE CHANNEL took off the mother
******* “Law & Order” television show. My
TV sucks now, and I plan to get rid of the entire package. If
COMCAST does not let me out of the contract, I'll just quit paying
the bill, and then they will shut it off. Screw
my mother ******* credit rating ****! I am not paying out from
my miniscule mother ******* disability monies, to multi billionaire
hacking scum who deliver nothing but
headaches and heartbreaks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that
straight to the TD BANK, kind folks!
Here
is the weather from THE WEATHER CHANNEL as of approximately a quarter
shy of two this **** chewing horrendous Wednesday butt-wiping
afternoon. This mother ******* upstairs nabe is about to have me CALL
911. The hammering is extremely loud, beginning at mother *******
2:11, and the enemies TOTALLY KNOW that my machine is always ******
up and displays the time on the screen an hour earlier during
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME parts of the year. So Jane Slutbag Fonda
screwed me good, making me see the ONES. Here is my **** phlegm RAPED
(compensated) FIVE numbers, now!
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As
I said, I was about to do the goddamn mother ******* weather report,
when this bitch above me started with her **** eating sledge hammer
on my **** swallowing walls, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Temperature:
87 at 1:48 in Fort Pierce, FL.
Humidity
is 61%, feeling like 93 DF.
Wind
blowing from the E at 10 MPH.
There
are no wind gusts presently.
It
is partly cloudy in town, it says, well, where I am I'd put it at
just about completely sunny.
Tomorrow's
prediction is partly cloudy.
High
of 87 DF, with possible showers and storms.
Wind
out of the ENE at 10-15 MPH.
Upstairs
has maintenance in there, making horrible loud mother ******* sounds.
This day is beyond SUPER BOTBAR. First super sledge hammering
sounds, now super loud power tool buzzing is going on. It sounds like
the entire mother ******* apartment is being demolished by miniature
nukes! I awoke from horrible mother ******* **** chewing NIGHTMARES
about an hour ago. I thought I could escape by remaining awake here,
but the same FAWCES there are making my life here TOTAL ******* HELL,
SHERIFF, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
G-7 OPEN COMMAND.
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH NIGHTMARES AND NOISE TODAY, WILL BE
TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
The
nightmares were absolutely ******* off the dial horrific and putrid.
My mother was in it and was a total ******* monster! I had a boy of
approximately age 14 years or so who was really screwing with me, and
I was back at Cifaloglio in this parallel ****hole world, and in a
reality where my mom was alinve and living with me, and still working
at the shipping company over in Philly. This nightmare was so
horrible, that even the Mountainpen wouldn't dare to blog the details
of it. Many
times, indeed, when I pop out of a nightmare, where I am being major
HALLS-FAWCES PERSECUTED, my life here follows suit immediately or
within a tiny march of minutes from getting the hell out of *******
bed,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I
was planning to do some light errands this afternoon, but when a day
goes this bad, straight out of the mother ******* ***** huffing gate;
I
DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER FROM MY DOOR, THAN THE DAMN ASS TRASH SHUTE!
Even by throwing trash out constantly, the goddamn roaches here in
this damn hellhole are beyond unmentionable and monstrous, KIND
SHERIFF, YO!!!!!
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