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THIS
IS A VERY MOTHER FUCKING BAD DAY,
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR! First, it is blistery
mother fucking hot as DOGTOWN here in Fort Pierce today with high ass
humidity, and at 11 this cunt chewing morning, it definitely feels
low nineties!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is goddamn ridiculous, Mister Mack
Kaiter from Camp Chesapeake. My major fucking hostilitygram is on
high plus ultra on cunt huffing steroids. I had to go out on a couple
of short errands, but I was screwed with a lot from door to door.
Between the bullshit around me plus the demonic fucking heat, I
AM IN HELL, SHERIFF, KIND SIR, YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Somebody
tried to fucking crash my computer a couple of minutes ago, Sheriff
sir, on top of all of my other fucking hellish bullshit today,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Captain Kirk might say someone or
something, but we all know it is the BLUEBOOK 2.0 MILI-2-FORCE behind
all of my mother fucking horrendous miseries and woes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of my triad nabe situation, I have a new joker who has been here
one or two years now, who is extremely hostile to me. I have tried to
be friendly and polite and nice, and from now on,I won't speak to
this prick at all. He stares at me, and he won't speak a word to me.
HERE COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING 'SPACE-BAR-HACK',
SHERIFF!!!!!!!! This dick head lives in-between my next door
triad-third, and the girl who got into the car crash after leading me
back into blogging last August. Cum-puke-her-hacking is very bad
right now, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of a major fucking
hostilitygram assault, the intense winter heat, and numerous other
persecutions, I am not feeling well. I may have to cut this blog
short and lay down. Also, my mother fucking inspection never
happened. I don't know what is up around here, Sheriff, but something
tells me THAT YOU DO, KIND SIR!
I
will be Astrally bombing out the Briggbase
as soon as my spirit is OOB traveling around, when my body lays
unaware of this world, in my mother fucking bed. My wonderful lovely
coil Diana Arteemis will be along with me in case anyone out here
wants to try and get fucking cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW, Joanna and Mariah!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time to use the
travel tubes, AKA the Franklin Fleece, I suppose, huh Sheriff???????
Before I do that,allow me to ask Magnesonic for some help against
these evil fucking jerk off subskummite BRIGGERS, AKA the EARTHLY
MILI-2-FORCE!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my
enemies that are viciously persecuting me
throughout this entire
month of February, of the year of 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, FEBRUARY 22,
OF 2019, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command,
General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
Oh
yessir, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, simply put my friend, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
YES MY WONDERFUL AWESOME BLOGAUDIANS, I STILL PROCLAIM,
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, I AM UNDER A PREDICTABLE DEATH
SIEGE FROM TRUMP AND HIS CUNT CHEWING EVIL
BRIGGBASE PALS. EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME THAT HE HAS AN
IMPORTANT FUCKING THING IN HIS LIFE, HE USES
PARALLEL EVENT AND THE PERSECUTION OF ME, TO GIVE HIM A
MAXIMIZED MOTHER FUCKING BENEFIT FOR HIMSELF, USING
A TECHNOLOGY TOTALLY FORBIDDEN HERE TO BE USED AGAINST INOCENT PEOPLE
IN THIS MANNER!! HE HAS BEEN DOING THIS SINCE 1984
WHEN HE FUCKED UP MY CAR, WHEN I WAS ON MY DAMN WAY DOWN TO ATLANTIC
CITY, TO HIS FIRST GODDAMN FUCKING CASINO THERE, HIS
TRUMP GARBAGE, PLAZA HOTEL-CASINO. TODAY HE HAS THE BIG BORDER
WALL FUCKING DEAL, SO YES; HE POURED ON THE ATTACK WITH ME,
AND JUST AS HE ILLEGALLY DID THIS TO WIN THE
CUNT EATING ELECTION, IN EARLY NOVEMBER OF 2016, SHERIFF SIR;
HE SCREWED WITH THE OPERATIONS OF THIS PARK
TERRACE PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING. BACK IN
2016, HE
FLOODED OUT MY APARTMENT, AND THIS TIME, I HAD AN ALL
MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT LOUD ASS FIRE ALARM SOUNDING FOR ABSOLUTELY NO
LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WENT OFF
AROUND 3 AND STAYED BLARING AWAY UNTIL 5, WAKING UP EVERY MOTHER
FUCKING PERSON IN THE BUILDING, I AM QUITE GODDAMN SURE, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT SIR, IN ADDITION, THERE
WERE OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPENED DURING THIS TIME.
When
my father returned back to New Jersey in the first week in the year
1974, while I resided at the Dellway Arms Apartments of Oaklyn, New
Jersey; my mom told me later on after the incident where he left for
Philadelphia, with that Frank Lombardo garbage, that I told about;
that
he was enthralled and fixated by a movie
that had recently come out the year before, called, “The
Day Of The Dolphin”.
I happened to watch this movie for the first time, on the AMC
CHANNEL
early this morning. I think that it is very possible that he indeed
came up to 1983 as the book said happened to the men involved with
the famous Battleship
Eldridge,
during the PHILADELPHIA
EXPERIMENT,
of which he was one of those ship mates. This was when I lived in
Atco and plugged in the PRIVECODE
MACHINE,
and made
direct contact
with the LIGHTNING
GODDESS
OF THE EARTH-PLANET, Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis.
Now in light of seeing this wonderful movie, it seems that perhaps my
dad came back to warn me about what the evil MILITUFORCE would do to
me if I indeed made contact and continued to be in contact WITH
HER,
as I was of course; me kind Blogaudians, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!
If you are unfamiliar with this fantastic movie, rent or buy it,
peeps. Otherwise, you won't understand what I just said, me BRO!
The continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
Saturday, October 10, 2015
CHAPTER 134-135-A-B-------------HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE (HIFISAF)
CHAPTER
134-135-A-B
CHAPTER
133-134-135-A-B-C
This
is the most horrible fucking Thanksgiving Death Siege of my entire
life, it is every day with no let up at all, and no one to help me,
so I must get ready to run away in the middle of the night with
whatever fits into my car, just as I did before in December of 2009,
and typed those horrible blogs before leaving. Dawn would have killed
me if I had remained there in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG any longer, and
the enemies here in Florida will do likewise, should I be mother
fucking foolish enough to remain here.
All
was quiet from midnight until half past nine or so. Then all hell
broke mother fucking loose on a Saturday morning with these PHA scum
bag mother fucking enemies, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loud hammering and drilling power tool sounds
that could wake the mother fucking dead, started up and lasted a
short while. But after it stopped, ten minutes later or less, a nasty
fucking FIRE ALARM went off and is still going off while I await
ENGINE-LADDER-15 or whoever may come out here soon, hopefully. This
went off at ten minutes before ten. It now is 10:02.
I
am rapidly dying, and I may not make the drive north back to home;
but I'd rather mother fucking die trying, kind Sheriff, or unkind;
whatever the reality may be with us, as how can I ever know the truth
of anything for sure, when it is being fucking kept away from me by
the Relentless Kibosh Club. Now some jerk off slammed a fucking door
very loud out in my hallway at 10:05, Sheriff sir. I feel the PHA
hates me for complaining about their unfair practices, and is
persecuting me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course said that I FEEL, as
again, how can I know or prove any of this? At 10:06, the alarm is
deactivated, Sheriff, sir. A ladder Truck is outside, not Engine 15,
and I cannot read the number on its side from my windows. The only
thing keeping me alive in this state of extremely ill fucking health
along with death pouncing fucking persecution, Sheriff Sir, and Mizz
Attorney General, Pam Bondi of Florida ma'am; is sheer total fucking
determination and will to fight these diseased mother fuckiGN total
dirt bag jerk off Milituforce/Trumpite enemies, who have destroyed
and tortured me and my pathetic fucking life, for more than three
cunt lapping decades now, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer Sudano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are 1-2-3 lovers, there are 1-2-3 callers, there are 1-2-3
lighthouses with strobing flashes. But there is only one house in
1972 with the scariest fucking set of house stairs on Planet Earth.
Not because of their architectural design or any other normally
occurring item that would otherwise pertain to a stair case in a
home. It was the sheer anger and the frightening chases up those
stairs. And because I know too much, it looks like MC and all her dam
friends have decided to totally stealthfully wipe me out and kill me.
Boy oh boy oh boy, Mommy and Mashell. YYYYYYYYY me, Jimmy 84 © 'S???
I
am going to begin telling really mind bending fucking shit to anyone
in this world out here who wants to listen. I also am going to have
my Staples-Guru over to help me promote this blog so I can get some
real true non agent viewers. Oh yes mother fuckers who hate me so
much out in this cosmos; I already knew this assault on me was far
from over, as the numeric date is all bad for me, filled with too
many repeating digital symbology of zeros and ones, you know; you're
not fucking stupid, and neither is Darius Rapper dude Evans;
10-10-20-15,
and what is left after that cancels off of the fucking equation, Sir
Einstein; but the great HAWK, Jebez Shadows, the great 25, the TRAVEL
AGENT, yeah, from 08-15-1986 straight into eternal
fucking HELL! Oh well, IT
IS WHAT IT IS, on
or off of Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey,
USAESMWG-134!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also even
without this digital date, as I see it; all twelve months with
repeating day and month numbers such as 2-2,
5-5, 10-10, are all usually if not
always, very very very mother fucking
BATBAR, my
lovely Ingrid, from
1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
if you want to get on the topic of dates; just why does the medical
community insist on giving me appointments on days of consequence,
such as birthdays of those who are part of all of this, and days that
have significance from August 15 to May 1? Simple answer really, as
long as we keep in mind the Ziggy
1969 Beach Factor, or how he said we
never can know anything absolutely. Maybe not in those exact words,
but he said it, folks. He would keep repeating with quite a good deal
of speech emphasis, and I'll quote, “You don't KNOW nothin'!!! So
keeping this in mind, I will tell you why this fucking shit is going
on with appointments, both with my physical as well as psych places.
Hey out of 365 days in a year, and only ten of these or less, being
major dates that have significance in my life big huge ultra hyper
fucking time; gimme' a break here, or cut me one, if Margie Leo was
involved, from back at Caldor-113 Store, in November of 1985, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me, dirt bag slutty Jane Waterwitch Bitch Notfondau
onetinybit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA, MIZZ
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!!!!!! A few blogs back, you saw a bunch of
555555555 numbers, and no explanation.
Obviously, I forgot, and just wanted to see my
FIVE NUMBERS all printed out, so as to
compensate for the bad mother fucking magnetics, caused me, by
Jane Waterwitch Bitch. But yes, she
got me, to quote fucking arm popper gorgeous fourteen year old
Keisha from back in the autumn of 1999, gouuuuuuuuuuud.
Yessir
me wonderful NG-ADS, I know all about random being merely a disguised
pattern. This is why I am able to communicate with nuclear life forms
when to other humans, they only appear to make randomized signals,
such as when radio-telescopes listen to the stars. There are things
that even go beyond Horatio Shakespeare, for
crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well Dad, let's set them all free, huh?
No sir, not me. No one can take Diana away from me. Her lovely moon
was beyond gorgeous the past few nights, and SHE
knows just how much that I love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
When
it was my time to write that song, I wrote that song, back in 1977.
When it was time for future Congressman Rob Andrews to sing my two
country tunes in 1980, he did. When it was his time to later become
our wonderful Jersey Congressman, he joined the great powerful crew
from Washington, and did so. If however, none of this had been the
time for these things to have happened, then they just would not have
gone down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen from Colorado, said it
all back in 1968-1970. He used to tell me upon numerous occasions,
“Mark, it's just that simple”!
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Tommy
Edison and the Bright Ideas, Patty
Parsons and the OTHER non Atlantic Harrah City bright ideas,
and then came Mark Wayne Mohr and the Dynamite
Sound. Then a few years later; sound was
used to dynamite my entire fucking life; with or without any
extra kicks and help, from frequency modulation radio stations
in Atlantic City, such as WAYV,
or Trenton ones, whose call letters, I forget presently; huh
GAP Kevin Willis? How do you sleep nights knowing all of this went
down around me, Dick Wolf and © Office lady from 2008??????????
ENDocrinologists
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At
approximately five minutes past mother fucking midnight today, my
cable system television service froze up AGAIN;
Sheriff KJM, sir! The remote suddenly just stops working
completely, when I go to mother fucking change a channel, or use it
to display information on a show that I am viewing. This
happens a lot, and I am tired of being fucked with by
these goddamn BLACK-HAT HACKERS,
into my private account!
I
still have not used the medical cream
given to me by my PCP, Dock JAR.
It seems that I read the mother fucking papers left at my door each
year, telling me that I have an appointment for my goddamn
re-certification
as well as when to be home for the annual
inspection, which is all days
between Tuesday and Friday this week. I suppose it is not
mandatory for me to be home, BUT
I LIKE TO BE, when this happens. I do not like for shit to
happen behind my back, giving anyone an
excuse or a pretext to later fuck the shit eating hell
with me; oh kind Sheriff KJM, sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am really having putrid and horrendous
mother fucking nightmares.
This will most likely happen to me for the
rest of my cock sucking miserable
life, NOW THAT I AM COMPLETELY OFF
OF MY ANTI-ANXIETY MEDICATIONS; ME
WONDERFUL SHERIFF, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is worth it to
have this horrendous fucking trade off, as the enemies that I have in
the MEDICAL INDUSTRY as well as in the EVIL
EMPIRE ITSELF (THE MILI-2-FORCE),
have made it absolutely intolerable for me to continue taking any of
my necessary medicines. It is not worth it to be endlessly mother
fucking screwed with and hassled, me kind
Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't
really have to tell you sir, that my life is
one gargantuan living hellish nightmare, and the nocturnal
bullshit is just Towel-Seepage-Effects,
as well as vice-versa. Things work in both directions, me kind
Sheriff, sir, yo!!!!!!!! TSE are a major part of everybody's life
here in 3-D, kind sir. So it just is way worse for me since my life
is endless misery and woe! Maybe my transdimensional daughter PEE has
altruistic motives in all of these things with me, but it has turned
out to be the bloodiest fucking mess in history!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not
blame anyone who's mother fucking heart is in the right place. Bruce
Pennock had a saying back in the nineteen-seventies, kind sir. I
think that the entire world all knows about these things by
now, huh Mister billy Islander
Joel????????????
My
NG-ADS or (New Group from Alpha
Deep Six), has posed a few new ideas and queries for me and to me, me
wonderful and awesome Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!! They feel that my TD-PEE
is really the GODDESS FASCITAR Herself,
from the ASTRAL-PLANE. I know little
about her, and cannot ever get either SSJKK, or her cousin the Earth
Lightning Goddess DZA, to tell me any meaningful information
concerning her. If they have told me in Astral Persona as either
Ricktafarius of Ricktown, or Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal (City of the Great Sarah
Krassle); my Earthly memories
while I live here as Mark Wayne Mohr, just refuse to pull anything up
at all. I have thought a while about this, and I believe that they
just may in fact be on to a major truth. One thing I do know for sure
is that ELECTRONICS here in this
waking world Earth-Planet, is behind the recent
enlargement of CONTACT
between humanity
and all of the gods/goddesses
of the Astral Plane. It all began with the telegraph
and the telephone, and then proceeded to
radio. Shortly thereafter, along came
television, and then the entire
computerized world beyond that. BUT
WITHOUT
ELECTRONICS,
none of that stuff would even work. But that can all wait,
along with heaven, and the 'smokeaholic' Mister
Emmit Ciggs. Right now, the blog of today is about PEE,
and the new concept of could she really be GODDESS
FASCITAR, and only physically here and alive in one, or a
very few parallel universe systems, such as the one visited by me
quite accidentally, back in middle August of 1986, and then again in
the early few years of this twenty-first century, while residing at
Jenny Plageman's Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Park, just
east of Berryville, Hammonton, New Jersey, also known as
Hanging-in-there Township, by the mighty
Queen Paula King!!! My entire
life altered after August 15, 1986, as all of you know out here in
cyberville, and this is after my experience where I lived for more
than five months of time, inside of that WILD-DREAM,
and yes, PEE was there, along with many
other wild things, including mysterious
LAB-TECHNICIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So imagine that; SHERIFF
KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!! Oh yessir, imagine that, Mister
Bonjovi, sir!!!!!!!!
We
all know that clicks
exist in the entertainment industry, or world. Anyone who
understands studios, both in music and
in movies, knows that people are under
contract in most cases, and cannot just go outside of their
obligations, hence, shows are tagged together; and for the most part,
we the viewers see that the same actors,
producers, writers, and owners (executive producers) are behind
various shows or music. A child can see through this shell
game, quite easily once basics are grasped. This is important for
reasons that will all become clear to my entire Blogaudians,
eventually. I need not worry about doing anything other than laying
down a lot of foundation and ground work, for right now. The
MILI-2-FORCE thinks I am mother fucking totally retarded, just
because I am a graduate of Fooley-Cooley.
Well, that would make a few choice others
short-tard bus peeps too, would it mother fucking not,
yo?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
huh Mister Mike McNulty???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shortly
after all of this mother fucking shit all started breaking loose, and
some of my Blogaudians may remember despite my not harping on it
repeatedly, but in 1986, while in some wooded area with my pal David
Roth one afternoon, I was shot at and nearly struck. Of course, maybe
I was shot and killed there, as I was in the WAWA about nine years
later on in 1995. We can always get back to this, Mister James
Maverick Rockford Garner, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
there are clicks in the EW (Entertainment
Industry). Why not? There are
clicks everywhere, from high school students to restaurant workers.
This is just the way of the world. I
will not harp on my many discussions with my Blogaudians, back
especially in the first two years or so of my blogs, 2006 and 2007;
regarding the FRE and the FEE.
“All evil empires fall eventually into
history”. Ask former President
William
Jefferson
Clinton if he remembers me
telling him that, back in the early-middle nineteen-nineties. When I
originally blogged the truths about Parallel-Event-Technology,
and the deadly dangerous misuse of this shit; I abbreviated the terms
of FULL RIGHTEOUS
EMPIRE, verses FULL
EVIL EMPIRE.
I also talked about the BLACK-HAT wearing hackers and non-hackers,
naming the non-hackers who
stalked and followed me as a teenager, as the
Lamists. This word on the Astral-Plane
means literally, those who belong to the Lambrigg
Cult of the Nist Hills area, that the great BRIGGBASE
sits on. It is difficult to properly translate many conceptual terms
of the Purgatory, into the waking world Earth Planet language of
English. But I am indeed trying to do me very best, me kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These weird black hat wearing people were
always following me, and would occasionally speak to me, and always
try to drill me on issues relating to my schedule, or things in any
way that pertained to TIME, or timing.
I know I told numerous times about those LAMISTS on the Atlantic City
beach, the youngest ones that I ever interacted directly with to
date, and they asked me if I was on time, and
were curious about my schedule. Who would care about some kid
on a beach, for crissake, me kind Sheriff, sir? And then there was
the Alice In Wonderland Jack Rabbit man, who ran past me, not ten
yards from where the greatest female recording artist on this planet
was conceived, and said to me, while I was playing on the beach, “I'm
late”. If you must know, I think he
was decades late.
I
am not saying that computer hackers of the
OTHER KIND are not out there doing their thing. Maybe I should
have said, the hat wearers of the other
kind, but either way folks; the same
mother fucking shit is happening here. When they want to
freeze up my cable or knock it out, or
play with my phone, or do any of a
million nasty little mother fucking jerked off parlor
tricks electronically to me; THEY DO!!!!
You can put that last line to great 1986 music, along with ALL
OF THE OTHER NASA CURLS AND GIRLS, with or without any
help from any planetary residents from Krypton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus
Christ Almighty, wake up
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dave Roth got a personal letter
from the great Anita Hill. I don't know who he
wasn't in contact with, as just about every goddamn AA-female
recording artist of his time seemed to be, and
he showed me letters, and so I know this is a true fact, and
we are going to be talking about fake verses
true and real stuff, as well as me wonderful distant Cousin
Donald. When the goddamn fucking man
is right, he's right, and I have come to see a lot of his shit
is very right, especially concerning fake
news and how cleverly all of this fucking shit is being
handled. I really and truly verily amazes me, kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just one night ago,
and since you all know that my telephone conversations are bugged and
listened to with regularity; I was speaking to my pal from the Miami
area, Mister Patterson,
and we were discussing world events, and we
both mentioned how we watch the ABC
Nightly News. So just last night, on
comes a report about the topic I have discussed several times,
regarding prolonging life by way of
transfusing young blood into old people,
so they would be rejuvenated.
This report claimed that it does not work,
and has been researched by some lab that was attempting to help
patients with dementia, and other geriatric problems. I
never said that using young blood plasma worked on the rats. I
said that WHOLE-BLOOD worked with the rats, when these tests
were performed by Doctor Green and
Doctor Corriell at the Ferry Avenue
medical research institute in Camden, New Jersey, back in the very
early nineteen-eighties. There is a huge difference
in blood plasma verses whole
blood. Everything in our bodies are cells, and on a microbiological
level, cells communicate with each other. This is why viruses and
cancer cells multiply making us sicker. This is also why diseased
areas or cellular clusters in our organs will continue to worsen
unless properly treated or cured with radiations or medications or
surgical procedures, or with the even better medical procedures of
immunization therapies. All that aside, there is a lot of things that
blood plasma can and cannot do.
It never fully takes the place of whole blood, and it lacks enough
microbiological communicative skills to properly retrain diseased or
older units into healthier and younger units. Blood plasma was first
understood and used by a highly intelligent AA doctor, many decades
ago. It can save lives when a bad accident causes a person to lose a
great deal of blood. But it never will take the place of whole blood,
for many reasons. It is like a tourniquet placed on a serious wound.
This is just to get the patient to the doctor or hospital where
proper treatment can then be performed. Also, don't ever let me make
a false claim here. I never said those doctors tested people, just
rats. Still, a rat is the same basic internal groupation of cellular
structure as we humans are. This is why we have lab-rats, and they
are indeed used for so many testing purposes. Their anatomy is
precisely the same as ours except for one small variance, and that
being, they do not have bladders. Also, even if the transfusing of
young blood into older or diseased patients does have real
therapeutic value, each patient will respond somewhat differently.
Also, since no human testing has been done with whole blood, to my
knowledge, there are no published medical findings concerning the
tweaked maximum times and amounts for the successful transfusing of
patients in a generally averaged experiment procedure. Nothing is as
simple as Mike Jackson's great old song of “Easy As 123, ABC”! I
never ever said that it was. BUTTTTTTT, big ass butt, I know a lot
more now about Trump's concept of claiming FAKE NEWS. It is real easy
to view a report like that on the big national news system, and not
catch the word PLASMA. This changes the whole story around, and this
is how many reporters can indeed, fake the truth about stories that
pertain to the motive of making the news conform and agree to their
own personal ideas and agendas!!!!!!!!!! I am not saying the news
media is all totally corrupt, such as my Cousin DJT does. But I am
saying that this is a perfect example of why he
shouts and shouts so much about, FAKE NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't want him to be able to do that, then
stop handing him his great chocolate cakes for free, you
idiots out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sure hope Bernie Sanders reads my
blogs and is one of my BLOGAUDIANS. YOU
GO BERNIE, I am behind you 100
trillion percent, buddy!!!!!!!!! The Huntington family knows a
thing or five about being bullied and ruled by monarchs. They killed
one of us, the queen that is, she had my 22nd granny
killed, Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
for one do not want this great nation ruled by the TRUMP ROYAL FAMILY
after the fucking year of 2012, Bernie sir. Goddess
help us all!!!!
I
am going to be tying in stuff that will blow the minds of not only
the great and late Count VonLennon Vamcucci, Russ Thaxton, and most
of the entire Earth-Planet, BUTT, BIG
ASS BUTT, I will be proving huge
fucking shit about huge fucking peeps and issues, and powerful
awesome shit that you will all find totally and absolutely
unfathomable! Dave Roth shared the Anita Hill letter with me,
and told how the powerful Supreme Court Judges or their pals, hacked
her computer, in the very same way that they hack mine. Only
when Dave shared that private letter with me, it was years and years
before any of my mother fucking Morianity ever began on the on-line
world, and was just a cassette-tape version, from where the opening
paragraphs were even made a legal part of the United States Library
Of Congress (LOC) © Office, back in the year of 1996 shortly after I
left the Highview Apartments for the second time, and moved into the
home that I purchased along with my mother, at 112 Harvard Avenue, in
Somerdale, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
the even more incredible part to all of this surrounds another
Clarence, and yes, another incredible AA person, named Mister Harris,
and not Mister Thomas. What are the odds that he would be living
right next door to the home where one of the best friends of Sally
Starr was living, and that I would first come to know Mizz Star by
way of the music dude Mister Paul Evans
Pedersen, and then just a couple of months before that, at
Congressman Andrews' Office, I would
meet Mister Harris. Two houses that were miles away from my home in
Somerdale in those days and times, and yet within a couple of months
time, I would meet two different people who were connected to two
houses right next door to each other? I know mister Harris told me
later on concerning this, that this could not just be some weird
random happenstance, and I believe I am quoting him verbatim there.
Also remember that years before the last couple of years of the
twentieth century when this all went down, this man who became
Congressman Andrews, who I knew only as Bob Andres of Haddon Heights,
sang my three songs, in 1975 he sang SPIRIT PEACE, and in 1980 he
sang LONG RIVER BLUES and LOVE SO HIGH. All these facts can be
absolutely fucking proved and verified by the great LOC © OFFICE,
and also through many other sources. And don't even get me started
with the great PROJECT BLUEBOOK show on the History Channel from a
couple nights back. I couldn't help thinking about steak knife John
Scout's parents, as well as Deer Hunter
Non-Cop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing I will say
Mister JAYJAY EVANS SIR, if I can; is that I am only opening up the
very initial layer of an onion that is the size of Planet-Jupiter,
and IPYT, me wonderful and great
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
with or without the Lamists, or the GAS-ME GAMES of the GODS, and
with or without the USE-SUE, TOW-TWO black-hatters, once ELECTRONICS
becomes introduced into a carbon entity society, this reopens the
connectiveness potentials so to speak, of cohesion. I will call this
the CP2C. Now with the internet and the social media at full blast
and going cloud and beyond that soon into full VR connection, with or
without the blessing of the MILITUFORCE or BLUEBOOK 2.0, things are
now absolutely destined for connection and contact. Miss Chillie and
record promoter Mister Lenny McKinnon would say it only so well on
their old Citizens Band Radios from about four decades ago now,
“AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT”!!!!!!!!!
So
how does Nick Cannon and his great road-time trips all fit into this
package from DOGTOWN ITSELF, you may be wondering? Well, you just
keep wondering, and eventually, I will tell you all some really
fucking huuuuuuuuge non Bernie stories,
concerning it all, me friends and fiends!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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The
temperature was only one degree shy of the big 90 all over the
treasure coast of Florida-USA-ESMWG yesterday, Monday. The humidity
was in the eighty range also, high, hot, sticky, and
yikkie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since the last week or maybe two weeks of last year, 2018, I have had
a very strange skin problem. For the most part it is on my
forearms in the back. It is similar to poison ass oak or ivy, only it
is not. It is not the Shingles virus either, according to my Primary
Care Physician,
Doctor JAR. He has given me some
prescription cream that I will be
applying to the situation, starting some time today. I always avoid
doing anything that has any potential problem or unknown factors,
when other important things are synchronized along with any existing
potential problems. Today is my Public Housing
Inspection here at the great and illustrious roach hotel of
northeastern Fort Pierce, AKA the Park
Terrace Building. In case the cream has some adverse
allergic effects on me, I do not want it to screw up my ability to go
through my inspection and re-certification, which is an annual
occurrence here.
This
won't be a long blog. I just want to open up a tiny foundation that
will bring my soon to follow blogs into a readiness for my wonderful
Blogaudians. It is the concept of the ESS which is not new by any
means, but it will be further explored just a bit now, pertaining its
connections, or possible connections that is, to my
transdimensional daughter Patty-Paula Junior (PEE).
If Morianity is correct in its theories and concepts, then it has
been PEE all along who is going into all of the persons who these
blogs have discussed various interactions with, both on waking as
well as non-waking levels. As you know, the
Mountainpen is not a big respecter of whether or not it happens while
awake or while asleep, due to my total belief in the virtually
limitless parallel universes being accessed by humans having dreams,
just as in similar manner, they experience waking life while
connected to the sensory systems of waking conscious worldly life,
and those being hearing, seeing,
tasting, smelling,
and the largest of them all, FEELING.
Think
about it like this, great folks. Does it make a whole lot of sense,
or just maybe a lot more sense, than seeing the crap in my 64.2 years
of life here in present MWM persona, in ways that are now acceptable
by the sociological norms, verses my rationalizations and
explanations? To this day, the psychiatric industry insists that
brain is nothing more than something that exists here inside of this
three dimensional world of physicality. Fine, I am not going to argue
with the goddamn experts. But here is a punch in the groin that they
don't like thrown at them to challenge their rigid insistence to
their staunch belief systems. Why can't the computer industry create
intelligence then, if real intelligence comes from THIS WORLD HERE,
and not truly from an external source beyond our three
dimensionality? They themselves say it folks, I didn't make up the
words. “Artificial intelligence”. Translation, not real
intelligence because THIS CANNOT BE CREATED here in
3-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just be a tiny wee bit open minded here peeps,
and read this a few times, and let it sink in, and even dare to
share. Any legitimate challenge or comment is accepted and welcomed
by the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, the ESS is real,
and it is all a part of why we all need to sleep AND DREAM every
cycle of planetary revolution. Disrupt this, and it causes major
health problems, both physical as well as mental/psychological. Ask
any health care pro if I am making that up, go ahead. I triple dog
dare anyone from the land of leg-lamp Christmas heavens, and
ho-ho-ho, as Santa's foot kicks the kid down the
pole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
just makes total sense, and since I have had an entire lifetime to
dwell on all of this junk, as well as a major personal motive in
attempting to make some real sense out of otherwise totally jumbled
up randoms and insanity; it merely stands to reason that I would
eventually at least come up with something that closely resembles an
explanation to all of the otherwise outlandish and completely non
understandable events and situations that have surrounded me since
the time I was born here as MWM. It explains why Patty, Paula, and
Merry have all done so many otherwise irrational things to me, for so
long now. Trying to explain it all in any other
way outside of the ESS
(EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY), is the real true proof of
insanity, IMHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
In
the spring and summer, and even into the fall, of the
year of 1986;
David Roth and I saw tons of bright
green
orbs
in the sky, and my early blogs from 2006 and 2007 discussed
this upon numerous fucking occasions, me kind folks. We used to say
they brought us horrible luck, only goddamn luck HAD ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH IT, me peeps!!!!! If you saw the
episode of the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK,
a couple of days ago, you know I am not making up one tiny wee
whittle fucking shit eating bit of any of this horrific stinking ass
nightmare, me BRAHHHHHHH!!!! I am really learning just how my life
has been totally mother fucking wiped out and destroyed, AS WELL AS
EXACTLY WHY IT WAS, and all from watching this marvelous fucking
television show, yo yo yo yo yo. Oh yessir,
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, simply put my friend, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”!!!!!!!! The
song, Sheriff sir, fits totally and 100% into my mother fucking
nightmares with these GREEN ORBS FROM 1986,
kind sir!!!!!!!!!! I was not planning to blog today, but MOTHER
FUCKING DIRT BAG SLUT HAMMERING HARRIET IS ANNOYING ME AGAIN, FROM
UPSTAIRS, SIR, WITH THAT NEVER ENDING ALMOST DAILY MOTHER FUCKING
HAMMERING ASSAULT ON ME, AND IT IS MAKING ME BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING
CRAZY, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YOY YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
night, AGAIN, and for many many many nights while
sleeping, I find myself in PHILADELPHIA, and I am always being
screwed with to do something with THAT GODDAMN RADIO. I do not think
that PAULA KING is ever going to stop screwing with me in a trillion
eons, Sheriff sir, but there is nothing that you can do for me, as
this goes far beyond the constraints of this goddamn evil fucking sin
cursed world known as the Earth-Planet of fallen spirituality.
Negative forces are always everywhere. However since there are only
half as many of them, they must be double in strength to the good
forces, or otherwise, the magnetic universal balance would be thrown
out of kilter and nothing could physically exist. We need this cosmos
for our dream-offs, as the Purgatites and to quote organizational big
brother, Mister John Henningsen
from the late nineteen-sixties, “It's just
that simple”! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle fucking
Billy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
all began at once when I's too happy to see, that something really
bad was gonna' happen to me. You planned it all and now you're just a
laughing with glee, while something really bad is now a happenin' to
me, and that's the way it goes. That is the first chorus of my
early June of 1969 song lyrics, to the song titled, “That's The Way
It Goes”. Approximately four weeks later, underneath
the Atlantic City Central Pier, on the
night of the fifth of July, lovely Patty
knocked me down and gave me the time of my life. Still, things
like this can get a young lad such as myself, only age 14 and one
half, quite mixed up, just as Misses Goodfellow and Russel Thaxton.
Still, we all can see why he was so interested and felt gravitated
towards, my story, and made that comment on the WFMU Radio Page.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE; Mister
Chester-Frank, sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
the mass population insists that Morianity is some huge ass mother
fucking super delusion, from a total nut case whackadoodle person;
there are an awful lot of things that I can
produce that makes the odds of that, awful
mother fucking small and slim, and maybe even generally
broke-down Deezy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In any event, the 1969 chain-steal nocturnal interaction just
slightly over five months later on from my 'under
the boardwalk' and somewhat world famous and totally
misunderstood event that occurred, not only all “happened
to me”, oh wonderful Ed Green 'job keeping' United States
LOC Copyright Examiners, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTS, but
so did that wild huge sky-event after that when I got on the
short-tard bus to go the Cooley Hall High Hell
school an hour later on. This is when the entire sky over eastern
Camden County filled up with that gigantic super awesome lovely three
criss-crossed jet vapor trail, AKA a CHEMTRAIL, since the Youtube
Channel has millions upon billions of entries regarding the
phenomenon of vapor trails that do not disapait and disappear away
from view, shortly after they are made from a high flying jet. Adding
these things to Privecode, Hydroglacia, and the countless 1986 green
orbs that altered my life forever in horrendous fucking ways, and we
get irrefutable and indisputable and absolutely unexplainable shit by
mortal world thinking and rationalizing. Yes Kate, don't throw any
ice cream on me, and I congratulate you on your upcoming wedding.
Just please don't beat me up, now, or in 1997.
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
for fucking crissake Sheriff sir, my life is an eternal endless
nightmare on goddamn ass steroids, kind sir, yo. What can I say? The
things she does to me, beyond me fantasy, Mister Tom Glenn!!!!!!!!!!
Why won't you believe me, old buddy? Did you also get “connected”
to THEM?????????????????? They don't fucking miss a trick tommy, if
you're out there. I wish you would contact me instead of THEM, and we
can hash out lots of old bullshit. I wish you the best, me ol' pal,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
OTHER 5 BLOGS, ENJOY THEM whenever you get a spare bit of time, they
all tie into this newest blog that began in early December or
thereabout in the year 2011.
OH
BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR
CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
WELL
PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY BUSHED. IT IS 13 PAST 3 NOW, NICE AND COOL
OUTSIDE, AND TIME FOR ME TO CRASH OUT OF THE BODY FOR A WHILE.
WEEEEEEEE. I DO WANT TO THANK THE WONDERFUL WETV CABLE STATION FOR
PUTTING MY FAVE SHOW BACK ON, WE ALL LOVE IT, AND THANKS FOR THE ALL
NIGHTER YESTERDAY. I DON'T FORGET MY FRIENDS, OR MY ENEMIES. THANK
YOU AGAIN, AND
MAY THE GODDESS BE WITH YOU, AS IF SHE IS, YOU HAVE IT
MADE!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
who out here does not believe in random not being random, as I just
pulled this out of thin air and capped it in, me
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHA-AHA-AHA.
MIDDIE ISISCYLLA HAS
REVEALED TO ME, A MAJOR PIECE OF WISDOM; THAT MY MIND COULD NOT HAVE
COME TO PRODUCE, WITHOUT HER GREAT HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
No human being told
me this, any more than any human being gave Saint Peter while still
wearing his coat of flesh, the answer to a question posed to him by
the great Master and Messiah, Jesus Carpenter, the CHRIST. It came
with no bright flash, no loud bang, no wild physical feeling within
my body, but it came nonetheless, kapow, and so I am here typing this
blog as a direct result, instead of just about being ready to retire
into a cozy bed for the night. Hay the bed can wait, right Emit Cigs?
This
entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way
to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6
year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a
real world, or is it really an incredible simulation from Sarah
Krassle's computer as I said all along for decades???????? They don't
all laugh at me so loudly, Professor Kaku and Hawking, old pals.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! Why
did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders? Because I too
liked games and fun stuff, but I was a freaking 17 year old kid and
decided to grow up in a couple more years and live in a real world as
a freaking adult. What if all this time, I am still that boy, just
dreaming this entire life went by, AGAIN, I am never old, I am never
young, I just keep circulating around like a pathetic washing
machine, only never getting better or cleaner, just dizzier and more
pathetic. Where are you Rodney Dangerfield, in your
caddy-shack???????? That does me lots of good, old buddy. Does
this get a 'WOW'?????
Powerful
forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls
and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me
in my mom's apartment in 1976. Go wash your hands in Smithtown and
Oyster Creek, David Ultimate-Fighter!!!!!!!!!
Hate
me all you want to if that makes you feel like big *** heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my
cousins, for these wonderful wet washcloths!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!!!
Hey
FBI and FCC; Russian Paula just hacked out my Microsucks
Spell-Checker system again, so there may be some misspelled words,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
B4 closing out this ******* whittle bwog today, Mister Fwudd sir, let
me 'sound bite off' with a June 2014 blast from the past, to refresh
your memories, and whet your apatite for **** soon to follow. Yes
Paula, I was badly sunburned, and I looked like hell, big lovely
goddess girl. Sorry oh great queen. It won't happen again. Please
don't hurt our mutual pal Regis. He didn't mean you any harm. You're
as bad as Dawn and Michelle. Everything
with you duddesses is always a 'shot' or a 'threat'
Grow up Paula!
JUNE
24, 2014,with
or without any whispering ghosts.
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 6:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS STILL HOLDING 100%, and STICKY-YUK.
Since
I observed in 1982 that I do not ever seem to die and stay dead,
after dying from a fatal situation, and appeared to wake up and it
all was a dream, just too many times to all be some weird and
outlandish coincidence; this is why after a dozen years from my last
being poisoned, my health was getting pretty good. Then came a
lifetime of abuse 'catching up with me' in this cycle, and it is
doubtful that I will be here much longer at the age I am, and
instead, I will go to sleep one night, you in this future here will
see no more blogs and the world will say “I am dead”. But I, as
has happened 196 times now, will find myself waking up from where
this entire adult life was a crazy nightmare, and will find myself
back in Mildred Young's class at school. Each time that this happens,
I convince myself this life was not a dream, I really had been a
grown up man and lived an entire life, but
as all dreams fade very fast, as far as detail and consequence, into
the submission of shadowy fantasy, where
common sense tells me, no way, it was just a dream, and before too
long of a time passes; I am reintegrated with my life as an
adolescent, with my memories before that in perfect tact as well. The
dream part only resurfaces after meeting the music genius, Mister
Pedersen, during my midlife crises while trying to find the
mysterious
Sarah
from my past.
I never go back far enough to where I can undo and redo the error of
not becoming friends with her. Suddenly I will just be trapped, all
over again, in the next cycle of roughly 30-70 years, that has played
out for 196 times now, and began in the first place, because of a
strange invention, and
two strange guests of the ESS, James Burr and Zvonko.
Sarah likes to play her fave game every time Pearl Harbor Day rolls
around in 1996; another typo, so often on blogs I say Pearl Harbor
day in 1997, but this is an error and an obvious mind or machine
hack, either way, a (PBHE). When
she talks about my “guessing these names of guests”, she doesn't
really mean Mary Moore, out on that hotel balcony that day years ago
in
that lovely green dress of hers.
She means the exploratron travelers who are interfering with my life.
As this blog continues along, not only will more stuff about the HOW
TO with all of this exploratronic **** be talked about; but also, the
details of the game she wants me to play. Who knows, maybe to even
help me break out of this hell-cycle I have been in for more than
8,000 years; and that is just this lifetime. Cycles are merely our
own energies at will, deciding to relive the experience in lieu of
dreaming the next sequence of dreams, only the joke is that all
dreams are being dreamed in both time and parallel hyperspace
realities, and being stuck in any one dream-set, or lifetime, is
merely someone with a tape recorder and a room full of cassette
tapes, or to move this up to the digital age, someone with a CD
player or computer flash drive player system, and thousands of tunes
on this thing all digitally patterned to perfection, and waiting to
be listened to, only
the owner of the device decides to fixate on one tune,
and play it over and over, until eventually, he or she does indeed
move on and play the other tunes. Something in this life is so
powerful that until I get something right about it, I will be stuck
endlessly in this dream set cycle or lifetime, playing the endless
repeat feature and hearing this endless tune. The only hope of
escape, in my opinion right now; lies in this wild game that SSJK
wants me to play with her, as she so told me, back on December 7,
1996. Who knows, maybe each time around has small differences. It
would seem hard to fathom this, because it is just me refocusing my
mind-energies on the life of dreams that I just had, and as I lay
dying and ill in my bed, with my abilities, I can go back into myself
at a younger age, and would wake up when the body is recharged and
rested, only this time, the body is worn out and dies, leaving me
again, to be 17 and start over from here, just as I've been doing,
and of course no one believes me, so screw them. Why would anyone in
this world make up such a wild story and claim it to be real, when
they could publish all this great **** as fiction, and eventually
some publisher would make me rich. But as stated earlier, this is not
about money, not for me. This is about my eternity with the great
Sarah Krassle, and even beyond that, never
giving up my desire and burning yearning for reaching total nirvana,
absolute non existence, a total impossibility for anyone who is an
existor, but I still think about it day and night forever and
forever.
You either exist or you don't exist, and time is only real out in the
multiverse. It is not that it is not important to have time in higher
dimensional reality, but simply put, time exists as part of
“SPACE-TIME-MIND”, and above the multiverse, there simply is no
time, and no space; just mind. Beyond that, mind that is all
commingled together, exists as zero-dimensional void infinity. At
this state, even MIND would be as hard to fathom and contemplate, as
space-time is, where only mind exists, and can create the space and
the time at will, merging it with mind, to create dreaming
interactions. But I promised to get a bit into the more down to Earth
step by step instructions for mastering the exploratronic realities,
and so I will indeed move this along with a few new lines for anyone
who so wishes to cogitate on any of this; can do so. And indeed, this
will follow as these 2018 blogs progress onward!
Yes
NG-ADS, it is amazing how it all works, but then, that is merely the
microcosm of reality working through its larger source. I knew this
before your pal mentioned it to me, but I just kept me whittle Herman
Munster mouth shut. Then
there are the human sharks as well, so please folks; don't
even get me started with those lovely **** eaters!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Man
oh man, what a horrible bull**** world I live in Sheriff sir!
Jeepers
creepers and GEE-MEN!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
dear Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a crock of crapola
this entire universe is, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!
My
mother's birthday is today, great Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You had her so damn paranoid when I was mother ******* growing up
that she did not allow us to have a telephone, a checking account at
a bank, or me to tell friends where I lived, and so on, you get the
picture. You'd be real proud Mister Hoover,
well, it WAS YOU back then! Still these mother loving
mental illnesses are passed on down the line in generations of
families through the great system code of DNA, huh Professor Michio
Kaku and Mister David Childress? Aniwho, happy birthday Mom. You
would be 99 years old today, right along with Quentin Collins and all
of the great I-Ching gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dad would have turned
99 on the tenth, as my parents were precisely one week apart in age,
right down to the year of 1919. Next year, that will be a whole damn
ass century ago, folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
about every mother loving night now, PAULA
THE GREAT KING OF ATLANTIC CITY
AND SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, I suppose as a more truer all mighty address;
takes me in spirit, to quote the 'KING' James
Version of the Holy Words (Bible Scripture), to her area in
Atlantic City, most of the time right there where she sang her song
LOIS FOCA to me in June of 1980
Earth Time, or 'eternity' Her 'time', and sometimes right
outside of her great WAYV-FM station. Then sometimes on
Ziggy's Beach at the Central Pier, where SHE did unspeakable things
to me when I was only fourteen and a half years of freaking age!!!!
Mary, Joseph, and King Akoslem, help me Mister Rushdie. Maybe they
should just put me out of my misery as they nearly did to you,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paula
the Russian has my mouse so messed up that it makes a child's
playroom, look like a palatial banquet hall, in freaking comparison.
Yes
sir, there are a lot of people in the world, some who want to kill
me, while others merely just want to beat me up at the Dairy Queen in
Abseacon. Help me Hillary!!!!! You know I heard my name at that rally
plain as day, H.C. What
was that all about?
You know, when you had your pal Katie Queen with you, and singing her
great Morianity
Theme Song!
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tattle tale retaliation will be swift and ultra major heavy, and
heads are going to mother frickin' roll, me great folks out here!
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