NUMDWATATES
NOTE E1
Signing
onto my open office system at 3:00 Ante' Meridian, Thursday morning,
29 August, 2019, one of the worst mother
fucking years of my entire life; SHERIFF
MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
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A
lot more fucking shit happened AGAIN TODAY. My
Comcast Cable froze up around a quarter
shy of mother fucking four yesterday
afternoon, and all afternoon long, the ILLEGAL
THUG SCUMBAG NABES across the hall from me went in and out,
and REALLY BANGING THE DOOR HARD, when
all anyone needs to do here is allow the doors to close by
themselves, as this is what they were redesigned to do about a half
decade ago when the old double doors were replaced. All
three of my TRIAD-NABES from fucking HELL are really on me, SHERIFF,
ALL FUCKING CUNT THREE OF THEM, and this is only the beginning. I
have another fucking mouse in my cunt chewing apartment, as it
was just spotted a half hour ago while I was watching some TV and
trying to relax before retiring for the cock sucking nightmares
night, yes you're so correct there Mister Mike Soft Spellchecker
hell-wrecker, as the nightmares will also follow as soon as I lose my
physical connections to the waking world and my body goes into
slow-sleep mode, as it is designed to do during each 24-hour cycle.
Then went I started to blog right now,
and turned on this cum-puke-her; immediately I
got SOME WEIRD FUCKING BLACK HAT HACKER GIVING ME A LARGE
HACK-SCREEN, forcing me to manually shut down, reboot, and go
through the same fucking cunt rigamarole that I must do quite fucking
cunt often, when BLACK HAT HACKERS STRIKE AND
ASSAULT ME with this ENDLESS ILLEGAL
ELDER ABUSE, and endless fucking cunt torture of a pathetic
LEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN. It
is beyond fucking cunt UNFAIR
that I, a LEGAL U.S. CITIZEN,
must go through all this shit while all the mother fucking goddamn
ILLEGAL PEOPLE, DO
NOT! This
is now TWO STRAIGHT DAYS OF
MAJOR
MAJOR
MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING ASSAULT
AND ELDER ABUSE ON A LEGALLY
BORN CITIZEN OF THESE
GRERAT UNITED STATES OF COCK SUCKING
ASSHOLE AMERICA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS HIGH
TIME FOR A MAJOR MAGNESONIC COUNTERSTRIKE
AGAINST THIS HELLISH DOGTOWNITE
MILITUFORCE LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE
PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Roaches
were much better for about an entire month, then pow, suddenly
starting ten days ago or so, they have
returned with a vengeance, along with the endless mother
fucking construction, going on by the
Unit 605 Corporation, here on my floor
of this public housing building, AGAINST AND IN
VIOLATION OF LEASE REGULATIONS. It is
unlawful to live here and operate
a business! My entire
NUKE-TRIAD-NABES FROM EARTHLY-DOGTOWN are on FULL KILL MODE AS WELL,
YO! NOW I HAVE THE PLACE LITERALLY CUNT HUFFING SWARMING WITH RODENTS
AND ROACHES, RESULTING FROM THESE HORRENDOUS
ENEMIES STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CHRISTLESS DISEASED GATES OF DOGTOWN,
AKA (HELL) ON THE MORTAL REALM (PHYSCIAL PLANE). Okay Maggie, do your
mother fucking thing, lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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
ON
THIS THREE
DAY DEATH SIEGE
OF AUGUST
27, 28, AND 29,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, CAUSING
ME A MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, AS WELL
AS A NOISE PERSECUTION WITH MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AND ANY OTHERS IN MY
SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD,
& WHOEVER IS BRINGING ME RODENTS
AND ROACHES, AND HACKING MY COMPUTER AND TELEVISION SYSTEM,
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.
NUMDWATATES
NOTE E1
3:30
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
29
AUGUST, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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WOW,
good old non BUTTERCHEESE
number (27)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
to that; Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!! Three
cubed
is a fascinating
number indeed.
For those who know anything about the story of the great inventor,
Mister
Nicola Tesla;
he too was told
about the significance of this number,
from “other-worldly”
sources and forces, MISTER
HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With me however, this holds a major significance not at all connected
to Mister Tesla, who
died while occupying a NYC
hotel room
by the number of 2733,
and yes, as per HIS REQUEST.
For him, it was part of some huge equation that helped him go onto
invent a machine that eventually could send electrical power by
signal
instead of by
wire,
just as cellphones and TV and radio and internet all now works
through. With me, things were more Mister Marcucci-oriented, or so I
believe, as far as the significance to that number. Lightning, unlike
Mister JL does know the future, but you may be thinking of an
ordinary non-ESS member human JL, and the only way this all fits and
works, is to believe that he, along with many other so-called
'magical people' in my life throughout the past five decades now, are
all a part of this powerful and inconceivably wild group that my
Morianity has named and labeled the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
Lightning
already knows tomorrow because the
electron in the antimatter structure of reality,
is actually the positron
in antimatter space
that is traveling in a reversed
direction to our forward concept of the space-time-mind system,
here in matter and forward direction. To quote Mister
Roddenberry and his crew,
and lovely Whoopee Diddly Goldberg, we can think of this, with or
without the help of marvelous and great fiction writer authors of the
nineteenth century such as Mister
Samuel Clements,
“Time's
Arrow”!!!!!!!!!!!
Again with another major
fucking WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yes
folks, HOTEL
ROOM #326,
when converted into DIGICODE.
Perdy
dern close to 327
may I add, and yes, last night there I was AGAIN, back in some
transdimensional world at some alternate reality 1802
ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS. Actually, last night NOW in light of the date on this
blog, I had really wild nightmares, which will be discussed as soon
as I post the weather and moon phase information to this blog, for my
NEW-BLOGAUDIANS, the AAT (Ancient Astronaut
Theorists)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The
mighty Sir
Chester-Frank
from Jersey
would most likely say right about now,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”,
and the awesome Mister
McNulty
from Pennsylvania
would say, “Alligator
Haters Anonymous-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!
So I will chime in with, “Icabod and Arthur Crane may say
(SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
the mighty Tellosian
Mental Manipulators
are at it again, causing
everyone forever and perpetually to hate me and attack me,
and make my life here on the Earth-Planet, an endless fiery bloody
nightmare fucking sick diseased pathetic hell, BUTTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT but,
as
the wonderful British would instruct me to do,
if it ain't broke I will let things be and not fix them, and also, I
SHALL OVERCOME,
from the end of WWll to this present miserable mother fucking minute
and hour, yo yo yo yo yo yo; Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara sir,
and Mizz lovely Florida
Attorney General Moody”!!!!!!!!!!!
Allow me pweeeeeeeeze to add in here another goddessdamn
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The
mother fucking CRIME-WATCH
meeting has been canceled due to the mother fucking hurricane.
I knew when they named it after my next door slob in Unit
#605,
that this
would cause me major problems,
and be bulls fucking eyed right smack into my town here in 'nightmare
ass Florida-Botbarida',
to quote Sir David Charles Roth from more than two decades ago, when
we would discuss the
illustrious Ormond Beach resident, Mizz Estelle Anderson Bassler,
formerly of 30
South Plaza Place,
in South mother fucking ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USAESMWG!!!!
Well,
I have placed brand new poison packs into new bait traps specially
made to kill rodents in rotten sub human sub standard dwellings such
as ANY PUBLIC HOUSING SYSTEM. Nobody had these actual poison packs
except for the greatest hardware store on the planet, at least IMHO,
the mighty MY PLACE-ACE STACE!!!!!!!!!!!! Only older people that were
hardened fans of the original ER show back in the late eighties will
even know what I am saying there. Still, who gives a moaning mama's
shit on stinking steroids for crissake, BRAHHHHHHHH??????
DIANA
came over yesterday afternoon to visit with HER
little hurting boy,
(lightning),
or the ''Great
Goddess Diana'',
to quote the Apostle
Paul of the Christian scriptures.
Her true Astral-Plane name, or one of many main names after a humanly
translated to English verbiage system, is Diana
Zuudlecronessia Arteemis.
I love you so very very very much, LIGHTNING,
my awesome beautiful lovely wonderful giant coil. YO
GO GIRL,
& it is you and me forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and
ever, and ever, and ever, YO!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW THAT, Mizz
Oprah!
(Wonderful
Oprah Winfrey), what WOW truly stands for, in some cosmic hidden code
BRO!
Diana
told me that a
universe IS A MIND,
or as humans may think of it more comfortably, a very large brain,
coming from a NON-DIMENSIONAL PLANE OF ULTIMATE-HIGH
ENERGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To try and expound on that at all, even in
the slightest way; would open gates and doorways that would cause
thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss blog, Mizz AMC SLEK, to be
hundreds of pages long, perhaps thousands, just to scratch the
smallest surface!!!!!!! That can wait for other times, BUTTERCHEESE
and yes, BIG ASS BUTT but,
IT
IS COMING,
MISTER MICROSOFT
HELL-WRECKER,
YO YO YO YO!!!
Yes
the goddess Damn hurricane in the Krassle Ocean (ATLANTIC), has
caused my CRIME-WATCH
meeting
to be canceled, so I
cannot report all the bullshit that 'THEY' are doing to me, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's hope I survive the mother fucking storm, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “OH WELL”, huh Mizz Ann
King Silva?????????????????
I'm
back on a real 'HUUUUUUUUUUUGE' Senator Sanders roll,
as I was early when this 21st
century began,
of having numerous “apartment
nightmares”,
'night after night after night'; Mister
Twilight Zone Prosecutor Richie”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I am not back at the Dellway
Arms
where SARAH
TOOK MY CHAIN and my school classmate Russ got me to burn my “BOOK
OF THE BEACH”,
then I am at the CAREY'S
LAMP in Clementon,
or 1802
Robin Hill,
or 1118
Linden Hill.
This, Mister Camp counselor Kaiter, IS REEEDEEEKIWUS! Feel free to
tell lovely KATEY that I said that if you so desire, yo!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes Cosmind
sir;
I always knew there
had to be a message from you about that wildly named and renamed over
and over again, apartment system,
on the White Horse Pike, in Clementon, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW! Gee willagars whiz yo yo yo, imagine that me' BRAHHHHHHHH, and
me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
it is loud and dirty, General Patton sir. I WAS SHOT by some moron
with a high powered rifle out of one of the windows of the Finistere
Apartments that day back in 1975, coming home from Atlantic City
after getting beaten up by my enemies there, King, Callio, McGuire,
and the gods only know who! I was shot and killed. Or was I? Suddenly
I am able to fly through the damn air. Give me a break, who the hell
can fly? Well, I can for starters. I also can move objects such as
diner rotisseries. Without trying to approach all angles on this
first blog, I am saying that realities split off for all of us at
certain points, because all of reality rides a photon wave. If this
were not true, reality could not be scanned, spliced, and altered,
and it most definitely is, all the time. There was one really great
place for me where I had Starburn, where I was happy, and where there
was an ESS entity who admitted to me that all the other bad locales
in the hyperspace is all one big horrible nightmare hell. It is of
course no way that simple, and things will be harped on individually
on many following texts and blog works. I was walking through that
apartment complex mad at the world after being assaulted in Atlantic
City by those beach patrol mascots, and I cursed out the Lord, and
then POW, some idiot shot me dead before I could repent. I
died Christless, and this is the penalty, ETERNAL
HELL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
huh Chester-Frank?
Is
this entire thing still a game of the gods, you may be asking me.
Well, absolutely it is. I am just trying to talk the language of a
really great 'fence strattler' here, you know, religious words when
needed, and then AAT type of terms, also when needed. And as for the
nightmares where I am in Oaklyn, this is a powerful place in my true
fifth dimensional reality, so indeed, I am in this place and then
that place, and all over the damn place.
The
vast majority of readers are thinking right about now, what is this
stupid blog all about. My response to you is, “WOW are you thinking
two-dimensionally”!
Aug
13, 2019 6:00 PM – Aug 20, 2019 5:00 PM
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So
there I was in 1975,
walking through the Finistere Apartments, on my way to my own
apartment behind this garden type 'groupation'
of apartments, if I am permitted to use
an Astral-Plane word
here. I was thinking how Ziggy told me six years earlier in the
summer of 1969 that at any time, somebody with a high powered rifle
could have me in his sights and shoot me dead and I'd never even hear
the shot because before my ears could hear it, my brain would be a
pile of fucking mush! I never forgot that day at the beach, some day
at the beach, huh? Peeps love to say, “It's
no day at the beach”
but how about the days there that suck and stink, such as all
the days that Paul King made me miserable
by
playing that taunt song at me as soon as she and her peeps saw me
there
outside
of her fucking miserable radio station,
“Feel
Real”.
Yes, then along came my girlfriend in the summer of 1999, Mizz
Helen Zebriski
who hailed from Bermuda-Triangle
territory, from the lovely and incredible Saint Thomas Island.
She lived right there where I walked by, only like the Carriage Lamp
becoming the New York ApartMENTS, Mister
Mike Soft Spellchecker sir,
this place also had undergone a name-change. I do not remember the
name. 'So sahwee', Mister Japanese WWll Ambassador. WHAAAAAAHA,
AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE 1971 MCNULTY SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! So keep punching
and stabbing me, Sir Cosmind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't miss a fucking
trick, YO.
This
blogger is signing off at 4:42 on this A.M. Thursday morning, on
August 29, 2019. Let me run and get me' tin foil now, Mizz Ass-wipe
Terry from WFMU Internet Radio, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!
THIS
GREEN-HAZEL
EYED, RH-NEGATIVE BLOOD TYPE HUMAN
HYBRID,
IS NOW SAYING:
END
TRANSMISSION, 4 RIGHT NOW, YO.
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