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NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW,
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::::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 FOR
THE PAST 65
YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND
THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH
THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING IN
AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS DAY OF 30 NOVEMBER, IN
2019, USING
ENDLESS ROACH INFESTATION
AND MINIDROIDAL INVASIONS, MAJOR HEAVY UTILIY
ATTACKS, MAJOR HEALTH
ATTACKS, MAJOR SKY
ATTACK, AND MAJOR NOISE
AND NABE ASSAULTS, AND
THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP; 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.
2 many people have 2 much control and power, and 2 many have been scared or paid, or threatened off, as I know how being efen threatened feels. Both 2 days ago and ten years ago, it's no fun, it's hell, and this is why the scumbag Lamists thrive on these tactics of intimidation. Many Lamists are not Earth chaptered, U could B one and not even know that U R.
As 2 anyone dumb enough 2 think for a second, that I am one bit concerned for your crummy city down there in East Jersey by the sea, you R so brutally mistaken, it is pathetic. Mr. M, I am not after your rotten stuck up wife, and you can have my ex coke head, non-super girl friend, ms. Helen Z. She is all yours, she is a sugar daddy, as R most all women.
I do not care about any of U, and plan 2 move far away from all of U sick monstrous twisted people. U can all burn in fiery H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have
lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES,
MORNING
LIGHTS,
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES,
GARY
MITCHELLS,
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
On
my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through 2009, I talked a lot
about my time in school and my education and all the weird crap
surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording Artist said it all in his
great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'.
When either one of us thinks
back on all this high school crap,
to quote his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's
a wonder that we can think at all”.
Still, I told many things including how right after I left the COOLEY
HALL,
the entire Philadelphia news media and television crews seemed to
descend on the place,
and were talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still
there, after I had left in the
end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
last blog opened up a powerful new groupation of ideas and concepts,
as
to maybe why this entire thing all started to act so damn negatively
on me,
immediately
following my departure from the great almighty and illustrious COOLEY
HALL.
Now however, I wish to discuss some shit surrounding what I opened up
and adhered to, in all kinds of round about ways. Also on this blog,
I will discuss a little bit about my also wise 'other non Abbey Road'
teacher, from another local small road in the neighboring area to
the Cooley Hall part of town on Kings Highway, just off of this world
famous road, and only a short walking distance away, as far as where
this man lived, in that illustrious, and very historic town of
HADDONFIELD,
New
Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great Mister
IMPERSONAL MATHEMATICS MAN,
known for many things, including his mysterious visitation with me,
while I still was back in Mister
Marcucci's class, right around the time that my daughter was born.
Still,
all things always fit together,
and the world of the 'APA' or (mental nuttiness peeps), endlessly
disagrees with this great fact. Still; and thanx to Mizz lovely
Mashell Daniels from RPL, and all of her mixed marriage Hollywood
friends and ex-hubby; “I
am entitled to my opinions”,
with or without some fancy
ass fucking college degree hanging up on me' damn ass wall,
for all the world to see in all of my splendor and braggadocio
behaviors, at least in some
wild hyperspace mechanics of the S-T-M!!!!!!
Yessir
world, math is absolutely impersonal;
says mighty Sir David Leigh Smith, back early
in the year of 1971. No sir peeps, it is
NAUT, not when you apply its powerful built in quantum abilities to
reflect major secrets that exist all throughout our fothermucking
lives. I know this for a total fact as this has been shown as
completely true within my nightmarish life, ever since leaving that
place at the end of fucking January of 1973!
Let
me tell you why mathematics is not impersonal FOR ME. First, I know
that you can use it for determining how to slightly move the laws of
favor and chance in the favor of a user who is
NAUT being negamagged as I call it, intentionally hurt so that
magical and extremely covert forces can endlessly get their way, in
an 'Einsteinian' hyper-secretive 'spooky-force'-controlled invisible
way (ICPE-APE-TECH) misused, abused, and
monstrously handled by wealthy human scum who know nothing of its
true power and magnitude. This can be used in countless ways, and in
1986, I did use this parallel event knowledge to
defeat the casino game of Roulette, consistently for eight months
time, and making me ninety-two hundred fucking bucks of profit
at the one hundred dollar gaming betters level. On the thousand
dollar high roller level, well, you can add the zero here, as I could
have made a tax free 92 grand annually if I had literally NAUT BEEN
STOPPED and prevented from doing this any longer, by the mighty damn
MILITUFORCE, or (HALLS FAWCES)!!!!!
But using this during all of the following decades of nightmares
given me in countless other covert ways by this monster
ass rotten subskummite HALLS FAWCES, I was able to know when
to brace for their assaults on me and when good and bad times were
coming right around the otherwise fucking invisible bends of life.
With my ROACH SHITUATION for
example, I have taken a weekly sightings
average in my apartment, and I am able to know numerous things
concerning this infestation of mini-droids from the fucking cunt
licking MILITUFORCE (M2F). When I am in
periods such as the past month or a little bit more of time, when
these cock sucking things WILL NAUT DIE
no matter how much KILL-SPRAY that I use
against them; numerous things can also be graphed, and certain
patterns will show up in very incredible ways. Mr. Smith told
me at the Cooley Hall, that “math is absolutely IMPERSONAL”. Now
so far, using math has altered my entire life in 1986 with my
roulette playing in the Atlantic City casinos, allowed me to chart my
entire life and how the enemies work against me, chart numerous other
behaviors of many things such as right now in 2019, with this beyond
subhuman standard fucking shit, with these goddessdamn
endless filthy rotten diseased COCK-ROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This blog is not here for those details, and I have major plans to
incorporate all of this into soon to follow other blogging texts, so
just STAY-C tuned, lovely BROWN-EYED-SCYLLA
GODDESS GIRL from ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!
I
absolutely know that the Milituforce has taken cock roaches in a
laboratory and has genetically modified them into minidroids that no
longer have a DNA within them that kills them when they interact with
normal pesticides (bug sprays such as RAID). When these types of
roaches are placed ILLEGALLY into my damn apartment when I go on my
local fucking errands; this is when I cannot get rid of them and this
is when I am in my ROACH-RED-SCALE on my graphs. I have four scales,
GREEN, YELLOW, ORANGE, RED. GREEN level is when there are between
5-15 weekly sightings ending at 12:01 AM Monday Morning, and YELLOW
level is between 16-25, ORANGE level is between 26-35, and RED level
is MORE THAN 35 ROACH SIGHTINGS. These charted patterns over my now
452 weeks here in this hell-hole fucking apartment, are also color
averaged in numerous other calculations. Without going into any
fucking boring specifics and pillow inviting mathematical equations,
I'll finish this topic out by saying that I can absolutely prove
mathematically that this is BEING DONE TO ME BY ORGANIZED FAWCES
(MILITUFORCE), and for reasons that totally correspond to other
complicated factors. Speaking of using math to defeat the casino game
of ROULETTE, and my doing just that for eight straight months back in
fucking 1986 and leading to all of this HUNTINGTON CURSE ON STEROIDS
all beginning for me on unfathomable levels beyond any hope of verbal
descriptions yet known to humankind, yo; I had a horrible fucking
nightmare on Thanx-2-Givens DAY, when UI woke up in the middle
afternoon a little before sundown, and it was so horrible that I
almost literally fothermucking shit myself. I was in some parallel
world Atlantic City in some hyperdimensional casino and yes folks,
playing ROULETTE, and then I decided to walk over to the next one and
it was Trump's Plaza Hotel And Casino. I began playing at a table and
within a couple of bets, I had one hundred dollars on both of the
green-ZERO's and poof, it came in and paid me thirty-five-hundred
smacks. The dealer gave me my chips and I played one more bet and
almost one, but the ball hopped over to the next slot and one away
from the green area. So I decided to take my winnings and cash out.
But no matter where I went in the entire fucking casino, no one would
allow me to cash in my chips for money. It was a horrible fuckign
nightmare. I knew they were all paid or threatened off to rip me off,
and THEY DID and it was extremely oppressive. THE MILITUFORCE REALLY
IS STRIKING ME WITH THEIR FAVE HACK, THE SPACE-BAR-HACK that keeps
stringing words all together and not allowing my damn ass SPACE BAR
to function as it should, kind Sheriff KJM sir!!!!!
Yesterday
Friday, I had a bad day over at my local bank, trying to understand
why I was not receiving a bank card, and when I am under too much
intense never ending shit from my ENEMY-WOMO-M2F scumbags, it
naturally will effect my otherwise ability to properly function and
read things carefully. I was not meant to get a new card and I need
to merely use the one I have, and the only change is that funds
deposited against that account and opened up as a secured savings,are
not available for a transfer into my checking account, allowing me to
now have my first unsecured, or REAL CREDIT CARD, ever since the KING
CLAN wiped out my life and my credit back a decade ago up in fucking
NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting to the bottom of all of it was
a real day clobber. To put it politely, I am basically about
SUPER-BOTBAR every single mother fuckign cunt eating day now, and the
past two to three years have been worse for me than the past fucking
60 something before that! GEE, I wonder Y? Could this mathematically
correspond to be is TRUMP-WORLD for that exact amount of time, like
fucking cunt Hyundai Automobiles, and a super ass
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Maybe I am
really still trying to flick a light-switch on in South Atlantic City
on Stenton Place, at the great rooming-house where I was given
telepathically, the great “LAW OF 1”,
by that wild unfathomable beach alchemist, in the summer time of
1974. Her name after-all, was Selena DUHHHDUHHH
(Dada)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE to this, huh Mister
Chester-Frank, yo?!!!!!!! Crissake me' fiends and friends out here,
brah!
I
don't fucking believe for a single shit eating seck folks, that there
is not some powerhouse transdimensional (EFX) effects behind my
nightmare at the TRUMP PLAZA HOTEL/CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, on
THANKSGIVING DAY
(THANX-2-GIVENS),
and
I will remind my Blogaudian viewership just what all of this is
about, and include why I call THANKSGIVING,
(THANKS-TO-GIVENS). I told you all about how when I was
ten years old or so and living in that Westmont Apartment, number
125-A, in the Haddon Hills Apartments, in the middle
nineteen-sixties, and how one day while my dad was visiting my mom
and me, during his great excursions with those famous Floridian
Treasure Salvers, Mister Kip Wagner of the Real-8 Corporation, and
Mister Mel Fisher of the Treasure Salvers Corporation; he was in the
bathroom just off the bedroom. I was napping and he was using his
electric shaver. Suddenly my DREAMS were all about some wild sound,
and the sound was coming from this world,and that was my dad's
shaver. Still, complicated shit can be done by the usage of sound in
laboratory-controlled transdimensional experimentation, and using the
sonic disturbance concept just as what happened to me on that day.
But that particular thing is not what is at issue for right now, so
let me move along here. I have given a name to another syndrome,
based on nothing whatsoever made up by Mountainpen and his
inconceivably weird Morianity. This is all powerful BIBLICAL stuff. I
have labeled this, the Biblical Dreaming
Prophet Coding
SYNDROME, or the BDPC-SYNDROME for a
shortened fucking abbreviation, yo! Using the many countless parts
and pieces of this transdimensional effects concept of hyperspace,
otherwise known as and ALSO (A) KNOWN (K) AS (A), TSE
(TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT) of transdimensionalization, or simpler said,
how the waking world and all of our dream worlds really do
interconnect on some totally as of yet unknown fifth dimensional
fabric of the Space-Time-Mind (STM) SYSTEM of the COSMOS, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!! So the question is, just what
is TRUMP and his dirtbag gang form the ASTRAL-PLANE'S BRIGGBASE, the
(Lambrigger Cult) as they're known as there in the great fucking
PURGATORY; planning for me in this here and now present waking world
of physicality for me to suffer through, in some financially fucking
connected way? Thisssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Snakes Kane,
of 'All My Kids'; is why I was so concerned
about not receiving something that I thought I was going to get from
my bank. Unlike the rest of you fortunate blessed souls out
here, I live inside of all five fucking cunt dimensions, and I know
it is all very real, and so I SIMPLY HAVE TO
FUCKING WORRY ALL THE TIME ABOUT MANY THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Without
getting Walt Disney, Michael Crichton and the rest of the great
Disney writers too wet or too excited here, yo; I can AGAIN formulate
this entire 5th dimensional mess into the following damn
equation, BDPC=TSE+HSM. Think about it, YO, BRO!!!! And yes Sir great
Mike Soft, BROADCASTED is quite appropriate here, since that is what
the DISNEY PEEPS DO, so WEEEEEEEE, and WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
oh wonderful NON-MORBID MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
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