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Jane
Diseaseweeds got me gouuuuuuuuuuud Mizz Zebriski from 1999. Here is
my goddamn compensation, yo. Yessir Sheriff KJM, I
AM IN HELL,
KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE
and WOW, Joanna.
“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!!!!!!!!!!!! If
you are unfamiliar with this fantastic movie, rent
or buy it,
me peeps. Otherwise,
you won't understand what I just said, me BRO!
Now assuming that a
couple of days later from my original publishing of this, you have
made sure to view the movie if you had not seen it already,
you will now understand what I am discussing quite a bit better.
Still and all folks, nothing
can ever be fully told
when it lays outside of the boundaries of what the majority of people
are able to relate to. I
get that!!!!
Hopefully many of you get that as well, and at least try to make
allowances in your thinking towards my words, based on that reality.
So
before we delve deeper into numerous things, including the 'WORLD
LABORATORIES',
the BRIGGBASE,
and walking
on
water
and other such great Philadelphian
miracles
of future Bonjovi's to ponder over with awe; allow me pweeeeeeeeeze,
or permit me Uncle Heinz LI Gottwald of the great Nebuchadnezzarville
of more modern eras, to compensate and cunt phlegm rape for Mizz
Bitchweeds Sleazedisease, me BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HALLS
FAWCES
do not want me to say some shit that I feel the need to begin lifting
lids off of here, kind Blogaudians. Each time I get ready to do this,
a loud noise occurs somewhere. It is clockwork Swiss regularity and
precision, me peeps. These same forces work right there along with
every one of you, but it is on smaller levels most likely, and you
merely remain totally clueless to it, just as a blind man misses out
on the beautiful sun rise. In this case, things here are far from
mother fucking beautiful. Still, Lenny B.
Anyone
out here who has read the original blogs (THE BOM), beginning in
2006, knows that this is not a made up story, and some now know, as
does Russ, that I am 4-REALE, or actually, NAUT 4 REALE, Mizz Blake,
but for real. There is no point to making up this wild incredible
outlandish tale from beyond Dogtown itself, and you all know it only
too damn ass well, me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was the year 1988,
and I was working underneath the
great highway
of non-HEAVEN, all known as (AKA) the great Drug Smugglers Pipeline
or
I-95
of the East-Coast of the great Cuzz-Don again-made, USA!!!!!!! I was
at the intersection of Philadelphia's Water and Walker Streets, right
before all hell broke loose with the World Labs incident that forever
altered my life, even in some ways, far beyond the numerously
discussed famous date of earlier times, August of 1986 while residing
in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. This was two moves later,
while living in Jim Wilson's dollhouse at 114 West Central Avenue, in
Moorestown. Goddess help me, Aunt Barbara, Cuzz Donald, and lovely
Patty H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can get back to all of this, Mister
Maverick Rockford, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!
I
completed my annual re-certification/inspection for 2019, today, and
am back in me apartment here, typing out this whittle bwog, fwolks. I
quickly saw the
dude who I have come to label as the leader of the
'NG-ADS'.
He said that I need to see how my older blogs tie into things with
'the song' as well as 'the labs'. I told him that I was not sure what
he meant, and so he reminded me of how I claim to be Zeranniss Jones
and how I died in 2301 in Brigantine, New Jersey, jumping out of a
military craft that was taking me to a place of punishment. I then
told him that I did not forget any of that. I merely have not yet
laid down sufficient foundation to begin my discourses with my
Blogaudians concerning all of this. Just as I have not yet tied in
the mighty girl from china and her fiance' who definitely would fit
the Gene Roddenberry qualifications for being real life
'travelers'!!!!
When
my spirit was free to travel after my body laid sleeping in bed
earlier this morning folks, I found meself in a building in
Philadelphia, and I was going through a revolving door and then
proceeded to walk to a car that once I was in, sped away and before I
knew it, I was on a country road and this driver had to be doing
almost 200 MPH. Some of the experience is unbloggable as it would
cross over too many absolutely DO
NOT
CROSS
RED
LINES
in the sand. I will only say that I totally know that there are
people in the ESS who try to probe information from us while we are
in 'dreams' and I know that this must be a known fact by the spy
industry and all of the cove-agencies, CIA, NSA, OSS, DIA, and a
zillion beyond BFA systems that have no known alpha-soup letters,
publicly. I wonder now if Patty does not have, or did, a government
registration. She could do a lot of mother fucking miracles, and I
think that she taught my kid a lot of wild esoteric tricks as well. I
said I think, as how can anyone ever be sure of or really KNOW
anything, to quote Ziggy from 1969?????????? WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THAT THIS IS
THE
END.
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