>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ETERNITY KEEPS GOING>>>
Monday, June 16, 2008
short blog #10
SHORT
BLOG 10
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:
Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in '97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:
Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in '97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.
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I
know that several other things were on that vanished-Chapter-6 that
have not yet been re-blogged and restored into Morianity, and this
chapter will attempt to complete this task along with adding some
great updated and newer cow crap to boot!!!!!!!!!!
Before
even trying to open up into how all things connect so incredibly, and
also into all
great houses of WHITE with all great trash companies as
well as VIQUEENS, or especially the Top-Lieutenant
Viqueen, as we would sort of identify with ranks of
military operations here on this human realm of physical life. I of
course speak here of the lovely sixteen year old JEWELLY,
or “The Permission Barrier's” incredible
character, 'JULIA WHITE'.
When I did guard duty as both a private-guard as well as well the
site Sergeant later on a ways, who was also the site-rover who went
around checking on various guard posts at this Tulleytown Landfill
Dump in Pennsylvania-USA; I also had a regular place that was always
to be checked and secured that was situated right on the main road
that went all around and into the adjoining twin landfill, as there
were two. One was actually in Tulleytown while the other one was one
or two miles away on the very same huge property, and if memory is
serving me, was situated at the gate called, “POST 120”. If I am
in error, then that post was the Main Gate, down the ways some, but
whether I have them reversed in my mind or not, one of those
gate-posts was indeed (Post 120), as in
12---0, never escaping that powerfully
magical BIBLICAL HOLY NUMBER OF '12',
which is my point. My other point is that the main headquarters was a
house structure also situated on the main road, all owned by the
Florida Maroony family bought 'AUTO NATION'
old capitalist swine bag, owner of WASTE MANAGEMENT (WM). Anyone in
the far southern parts of the state of RED-FLORIDA
knows to this very day about AUTO NATION
and their obsession with the PINK GODDESS;
only you only know about their obsession with the color of PINK! But
way beyond 'thissssssss', oh lovely Erica
Snakes Lucci Kane mah'm, is the fact that this WHITE
HOUSE, owned by the WM peeps, was actually called, at
least when I was working there in 2002; the “WHITE
HOUSE”. But there is a million tons or more of other
incredible dots that all connect together in TRASH and WASTE, as well
as the recently purchased by the waste kings (WM) company known as
CIFALOGLIO, also into the very same thing, but when I worked there
shortly after leaving the WM DUMP, it was not yet purchased by WM and
Cifaloglio was just Cifaloglio. Earlier blogs some time back showed
how in 2011 shortly after I had left Cifaloglio and New Jersey at the
end of 2009, this buy out happened. All of the peeps employed in the
entire Hammonton (Blueberry Capitol of the world), are just about
comprised of South American 'ILLEGALS'. The entire Atlantic County
Law Enforcement System is totally aware of this truth, and has no
plans to ever enforce national regulations or stopping it, as it
would wipe out the berry business. But these same South American
immigrants who have illegally migrated into BERRYVILLE, are all a
part of peeps who had been placed directly into the realm of what
Morianity has called and still does, “a PLAYFIELD”. This is an
actual ASTRAL-PLANE arena of a sort that has managed to work its way
out into the physical and tangible reality of human life on this
PHYSICAL-PLANE of COSMOS, our universe around us if you will. They
were all part of marrying into the KING FAMILY, and also, had been
placed at Cifaloglio, to open up my eyes to the hugest 500,000,000
dollar Inductotherm secret of the metaverse, and that being, the
inconceivable and beyond surreal, totally mind boggling and
unfathomable 1980 MILLIE VANILLIE LIP-SYNCH done to me on May 1,
1980, at the Maxfield Recording Studios of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG,
owned by Proprietor Mister Jan Nace, who left NO JOYSEY shortly after
all of this had been PLAYFIELD ACCOMPLISHED, to become a “California
Stockbroker”, or so I was told by an extremely reliable
source!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
also lost was an entire diatribe about climate change, how I was
totally wrong and finally pulled a DONNA
GAINES SUMMER and reevaluated a
lot of my preconceived notions on the entire Global
Warming topic, as I too was what the Democrats would have
called, a warming-climate-denier or WCD, and I was a real staunch
dues paying member of the club, BUT NO MORE. I went into great detail
about how as a boy living in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, I observed a large
and totally unmistakable alteration in the way the autumn foliage was
happening. I speak of how the leaves began to drop off of the trees
abnd alter their color, later and later and later, after somewhere in
the last year of the nineteen-sixties somewhere, and this altered
over about a half decade of time and it never cycled back. I also
told about how the great Gulf Stream which is a large river that runs
right inside of the Atlantic Ocean and right off of the east coast
of America and was right practically in my own back yard, was the
main cause of this event, and how it had moved just a short ways off
from where it always had been situated for centuries, and how this
was indeed making a lot of news and was topic of conversation for
many people everywhere at the time when it was all going down in real
time. I won't be retyping that entire story in detail on this blog,
but will be rehashing the general idea of it as more blogs indeed
follow, as well as of course, tie the great JEWELLY
VIQUEEN WHITE directly into this matter in an absolutely
unmistakable way, yo!!!!!!!!!! Also I know that I discussed the
greatest DOT CONNECTING 'JRSS' deal of them all, the mother load, and
the Holy Grail if you will, all combined, of it all. That being, none
other than how anyone at any time can TUNE INTO the effect of dot
connectiveness realty, or DCR for short, by simply performing a
century or more old now trick, done by the great Christians of the
world with their great HOLY BIBLE! Those
who think that only the BIBLE however, will work in that way, simply
are ignoring the powerful truths of just how 'GOD
IF YOU WILL' created this cosmic expansion that surrounds us
all, and I don't mean outer space, but EVERYTHING at the very
center-point of our ISNESS OF BEING that goes onto extend outwardly
beyond it, so yes, including the expansion of outer space but in no
way at all beginning at the final upper layers of the planet's
atmosphere. It starts RIGHT AT OUR ISNESS OF BEING, an invisible zero
dimensional realty or as religious folks use the very misunderstood
terminology and word of, “SOUL”! All I ever have to do is scroll
at random, into my Open-Office document files, and randomly and
quickly into anything, open up the file and blog, and then scroll
down to anywhere, or even if the 'spirit moves me', cut and paste
'CAP' the entire blog. On the vanished CHAPTER-6, I was talking about
some really incredible shit, and then I told how I happened to just
pick and choose CHAPTER 128 of the BLOG-BOOK
called, GTNOTG, and these initials are of course an
abbreviation for the title words of, “Guess
The Name Of The Guests”. I will never perfectly
reconstruct the way it originally was, but I have to believe that the
factions on my side of the army, will use that horrible
weekend disaster and SNAFU, as the
word goes in military circles, at least according to my
NAVAL-FATHER in the WWll
days; will all mysteriously and JRSS magically be turned
around for good in the very long running play of total material world
eventualities. Hey yo, even if my super great
and ultra talented daughter did not do a whole lot of things
during the past quarter century of human world time now that was
intentional in all of this beyond wild junk; then
it was all done as a result of the RANDOM-SCROLL effect, and THAT is
all I'm really trying to convey here in all of this! I mean,
come on lovely BIG O, and
COMMERCE-TD-BANK; I still have my checks
from those Berryville trailer park days, and printed right on them
was my address and NON-CALLIO phone number,
in fact, the only numbers that are 'NAUT' on them, were GAWKY
GAWKY'S BOXED NUMBERS, am I correct here, oh wonderful New
York State Governor Quomo, sir? How
I have enjoyed watching his weekend governor news conferences on the
great and awesome Cable Network News (CNN). It really does a
lot to hear voices of reason, during these times of unfathomable
calamity, and sociological upheaval!!!!!!!!! No I am not speaking of
the CALLIO NUMBER or the great FLATLINERS MOVIE, or what happened to
that awesome Mister Kevin Bacon
in the great show right before the subway train went down into the
Chicago tunnels, or goose drinking any Jesus juices, but I am
speaking of MY telephone number! You see people, I
AM INDEED A PACK RAT, as I've learned to never dispose
of things because they always come in very fucking handy sooner or
later in my totally monstrous horrendous nightmare messed up life,
that is caused by Jim Burr's 'magically somehow known', FAMILY
CURSE that CUZZ DONNIE used to
call many decades ago, the MASON CURSE,
and that I've since changed into its true and accurate description,
the ***HUNTINGTON CURSE***!!!!!!!
Sir John Henningsen of Colorado said it only too goddamn well, “It's
just that simple, Mark”!
I
was worried when I woke up on Sunday the final and 31st
day of May, that I would have some serious problems
and issues, due to an extremely vivid nightmare where I was with my
Long Island cousins Scott and Christopher, who I've not seen since I
was eighteen years old in the end of 1972. This was when they were
age four, and age eleven; up in Babylon, New York; and then later on
in other surrounding villages of the great Woodie Guthrie's Long
Island as well when Aunt Ruth took me on a road trip!!!!!!!! Ruth
Huntington, my mother's first cousin straight up as she was one of
her mom's sisters daughter's or something along these lines, had
married a German immigrant in New York City. He had gone into the
banking business as a young lad and had been successfully vetted by
the FBI and other national systems as this was indeed the war times,
and Germany was not exactly our friend back then. Aunt Ruth was a
Librarian in the city, and they met there, shortly married and moved
into the Ammityville, New york area, also up on the great island.
Supposedly she died in 1977 from a 'flu shot' but I have heard in
more recent times that this had to be another
HUNTINGTON CLOSETED SECRET,
and perhaps there was some dirty shenanigan's going on, because
peeps don't die from flue shots, not ever. Sort
of like another gas left on and everyone died in their sleep
fairytale until family peeps were old enough to learn about the
Massachusetts massacre. In any case, her hubby who was
an extremely successful banking executive and one of the top
executives of those days and times in the entire banking circle,
managing to make it to Senior Vice President
of the WORLD'S SECOND LARGEST BANK AT THE TIME, CHEMICAL
NATIONAL, and he retired early in the nineteen-eighties. But
shortly after my Aunt Ruth and his wife died of that supposed
FLU-SHOT, he remarried, and the records of the present internet seem
t only reflect his newer wife and forgotten completely about his
first and original wife that for all I know, maybe he murdered and
got away with it, as murders and incest and suicide and lots of
fucking mental illness IS ALL THROUGHOUT THIS
GREAT HUNTINGTON CLAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
in this wild ass nightmare that I popped out of, at just past noon
back last fucking cunt Sunday, peeps; I was with my two third cousins
twice removed, named Christopher and Scott, and I pretty much
remember some familiar scenery of being in the Babylon, New York area
right near the home owned by my Uncle Heinz Gottwald and Aunt Ruth
Huntington Gottwald, at 175 Peninsula Drive across from a very
exclusive and snooty yacht club on the bay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What made
the nightmare were things spoken to me by these New york cousins whom
I only knew and remembered as children,and when I still in my late
teens, in the Christmas holiday season of the year of 1972, while
there with my mom on a family-visit. MY SPACE-BAR-HACK IS ACTING UP
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, I wonder why, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRR????? On this
blog today, I won't be getting into all of it and I most likely will
be later on as June progresses, but for right now, I need to tell you
that they were telling me that my blogs were causing major problems
around the world and that my death and murder was being planned by
the powerful people spoken of by an old realtor pal of mine from
1988, Sir Scott Ransom of the 'Todd'
Realty, and NAUT COLLINSPORT
ANTIQUE BREATHERS LEVIATHANS SHOP, with wild 'occult-hippie',
Sir Jabez Hawks!!!!!!!!!! Then
after coming out of this nightmare which you don't have all of the
parts to yet people; one hour later, kaboom, my world came crashing
mother fucking in, as you all do know about in full elaborated
fucking detail! OH Sir Barnabas Collins, and
naut Johnny Depp; “IS
IT TIME”????????????????????????? Yessir Governor Quomo, if
lovely Amy Madigan will allow me to
quote her from that marvelous 1988 FOD-MOVIE, you are a lot like the
great sixties author, TM, you know, “A voice
of reason in all of this madness”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 128
THIS
DEATH SIEGE ON ME IS OFF THE SCALES, SHERIFF MASCARA. ANYONE WHO
LIKES TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS TO POST TO YOUTUBDE AND OTHER PLACES, OF
GIANT POISONOUS CHEMTRAILS; JUST COME TO FORT
PIERCE FLORIDA, AROUND ORANGE AND SEVENTH AVENUES, RIGHT NOW,
TODAY; THIS FUCKING CUNT SECOND DAY IN MARCH OF
2016. THIS IS THE WORST DEATH SIEGE I HAVE BEEN UNDER IN
DECADES, AND MY DEATH IS AT HAND. I CAN HARDLY BREATHE AND I WILL
MOST LIKELY BE DEAD THANKS TO SHERIFF MASCARA'S REFUSAL TO TAKE THIS
SERIOUSLY, AND MAKE THE SLIGHTEST ATTEMPT TO RENDER ASSISTENCE TO A
CITIZEN OF HIS COUNTY!
YOU
CAN SEE FROM THE PREVIOUS BLOG THAT I WAS MAJOR HACKED, AND HAD TO
POST THE TEXT OVER TO MY SITE AT THE WORDPRESS BLOGGER LOCATION. IF
YOU WOULD SO MUCH AS GIVE A GOD DAM CHANCE KIND SHERIFF, JUST EXAMINE
SOME OF THESE YOUTUBE VIDEOS AND YOU WILL SEE I AM ON THE LEVEL AN
DAM NOT A DAM NUT, KIND FRIEND.
THEY
JUST CRASHED MY WORD PROGRAM, SHERIFF SIR AT 11:20 A.M. THIS HACK IS
NEW. SUDDENLY THE ENTIRE PROGRAM WAS JUST GONE FROM THE SCREEN, POOF,
AND NEEDED TO BE RE-CLICKED ON AND THEN RECOVERED,
FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They seem to be able to fucking cunt
defeat my Magnesonic for right now, it is on a roll for offering me
no protection from this fucking cunt eating MILITUFORCE ONE
BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish that fucking ISIS could somehow find out
how this power works, and use it and destroy this god dam evil empire
once and for all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They know pure
fucking cunt evil when they see it, YO, huh Eddie
Snowed-in??????????????????
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 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-QP23 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
Speaking
of pure mother fucking evil, HANE WHORE THISTLETHORNS NONOBREATH just
fucking struck me down with her page eleven mother fucking
bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow me please to fucking cunt
compensate.
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Donald
Trump is pure magic, and he does not really live here, only his body
and seeming life. Ever since he decided to run for cunt chewing
fucking president last June, this all started going off the scale,
even mother fuckign worse than back in 1986 when it began, which was
more than monster ass fucking bad enough. His real name in a parallel
universe where I speak to him often is Shorty MacInvondi. When he
becomes our next top dog, the end of us all is at hand, and anyone
who was alive in the old days around my age and ever read a mother
fucking god dam bible, knows this is total truth, and he has me out
of my mind, and so yes, my language is going to be quite fucking cunt
lapping atrocious.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 127
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT CHEWING DEATH
SIEGE, SHERIFF MASCARA, THAT IS NOW TWO DAYS OLD. YESTERDAY I HAD AN
ALL DAY JAMES ASSAULT WITH HIS ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG ROACH
NABES FROM HELL DOOR SLAMMING, I HAD NASTY AFTERNOON CHEMTRAILING
AROUND MY APARTMENT, AND NUMEROUS OTHER ASSAULTS. TODAY IT STARTED AT
JUST SHY OF SIX THIS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DICK LICKING MORNING WITH A
MAJOR UTILITY PHONE NOISE STRIKE FOLLOWED BY A FIRE ALARM RIGHT AFTER
THAT, THAT IS STILL SOUNDING AT 6:59 OF THE CLOCK THIS MORNING, SIR,
YO YO YO YO. ON TOP OF THIS, THEY HAVE INJURED MY HEALTH THROUGH ALL
OF THESE THINGS; AN ALREADY ELDERLY FRAIL PATHETIC PERSON, WHO NEEDS
AND IS NOT GETTING PROPER PROTECTION FROM HIS LIFELONG RIVAL ENEMY,
DIRT BALL TRUMP. AS I SPEAK, THE FIRE TRUCK IS HERE, AND THE ALARM IS
DEACTIVATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEFORE THIS ALARM SOUNDED WHILE
TRYING TO LOG ONTO MY COMPUTER, I TOOK ANOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DEATH
ASSAULT, WITH A TOTAL FREEZE UP HACK, ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT HUFFING MILF LICKING DOG SHIT, KIND SIR, AND I ACCUSE
ALL OF MY ENEMIES SPOKEN OF ON THIS BLOG FOR TEN YEARS OF WIPING ME
OUT AND TOTALLY KILLING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
This
is murder, murder, murder. I have been tormented and tortured by
these New York and New Jersey enemies for thirty solid fuckiGN cunt
ass years, and there is no way that my aging frail pathetic wimpy
body can stand too much more of this, and I accuse the county I live
in after I am dead, of permitting my murder to take place, forcing my
life to be cut short through this never ending torment and torture.
This is an official mother fuckiGN dying utterance and dying
declaration.
You
know 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years ago when people doubted my problems with
my cousin, that was one thing. Now that they all see the monster that
he truly is and that my claims are all real, they still live under a
mother fuckign total trance as if he is able to perform mass hypnosis
on the whole fucking shit eating world. Then I am still doubted. How
can I win? I have been up front and honest from the start of it all,
just as I now tell you I am getting another mother fuckiGN freeze up
on this machine at 7:11. Ladder 15 deactivated the alarm eleven
minutes ago but this siege on me will be major and last and last,
unless my cunt chewing sheriff decides to assist me before it is too
god dam fucking late and he has my murder on his hands later on
today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT
I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!
Nothing
ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants
all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked
24-7-365.242199, and you won't lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to
aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these
rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit
there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at
all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing
ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever
changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes
Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff!!!!!!!!!
HEY
LOVELY VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE, HACKERS HAVE SCREWED UP ALL OF ME'
GREAT PHOTOS!
This
is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT
COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and
better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just
use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.
Thank
you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will
never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?
YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE
SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE
ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY
ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT
WRONG.
When
these cunt chewers get on a major roll, my life is in super fucking
deadly danger, as they will go for the kill, SHERIFF, god fucking dam
it. Please do your dam job and protect me, YO. Look at that rotten
cheated fucking market and see why Bernie knows just how evil all of
this Wall Street shit truly is. You don't hear any other candidate
spout off the truth day and night. Without his help, America is lost
and doomed forever. If I am the victim of Wall Street and Trump and
their capitalist pig swine pals today, many of you will also be,
tomorrow, I promise you all that, so laugh on
assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or
situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up
towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the
torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO!!!
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No
Detective Green sir;
they
didn't want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE.
We know what's being said, sir, and you're one hell of a cool dude,
YO!!! Well it's time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and
get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over
me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over,
and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking
eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all
know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.
There
will be a lot of mother fucking dirt bag capitalist pigs and their
families, mysteriously killed by Magnesonic. You'll all be very very
mother fucking sorry for murdering me and destroying my entire mother
fucking dick licking ass life, YO!!!!! How
about those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill
said, ''Mark, you spit in the guy's cereal''. I said, ''What Bill, I
didn't do anything''? He then said to me, ''Oh yes you did, he saw
you writing that report''. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting
myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF Lewis's will come over with
DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up and tell me I don't like them.
You know what, maybe I don't like all these folks so much, but I wish
them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of
here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! MURDER
IS AGAINST THE LAW. EXECUTION FOR MURDERERS IS NOT!!!!!
Para-llel
universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015,
Paula,
Patricia,
and more (PA)
stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS
data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We
can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
topic of ESS
(Exploratronic
Supermind
Society)
is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
PARALLEL
UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:
PRISH-----someone
who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no
sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's
a real prish.
There
is nothing fucking prishy about my nightmare or my horrible fucking
enemies from hell.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 126
THE
BEGINNING:
I
am a very strong believer in certain bible verses being more than
just very important to know off the top of ones head, but literally
burned and etched into the very essence or (spirit) of each one of
us. Right now the one that I am concerned with is seeking and
finding, knocking on doors so they'll be opened, etcetera. I more
than most know how powerful this is, and many might disagree with my
thoughts and beliefs, and that's fine and well, as I am totally for
freedom, 100%. A lot of people think this bible verse is some weird
supernatural commandment whereby if we wish to have wisdom in general
or on one particular matter at any given present point, we pray and
read bible scripture and watch for the major events surrounding our
lives and so forth. That is all fine and well, but using only big
things is a lot like major record labels in the music business,
verses all of the independent music, and undiscovered music,
throughout decades of time. Hey, again you can disagree with me, but
I say bull-slap when it comes to the music idea, so why would this
thing with looking for wisdom and finding it only through the most
''MAJOR'' events around us, being the ultimate key?
I
look at the smaller items every bit as much as some of the larger
ones, when I seek guidance on many things. Besides running to
mystical magical large black panther cats and their numerological
wisdom, I also believe that every single thing around you, once you
question anything, is automatically signaled by way of lawtronic
built in programs of a sort, to show and reveal answers. If someone
has access to a lot of people and places and their lives are filled
with busy interactiveness with numerous other folks, this is one
thing. When others such as myself, in poor health, are more or less
shut ins with very little outside interaction, then other things come
into play which substitute those other things, such as what we may
see and hear on the television, or radio, or internet, or what have
you. I am going to connect that with what I now tell you, and by
''you'', I mean basically me someday down the line when I retrieve
this information. I know there is no legitimate viewing audience, and
those few who do read me are all just assholes and enemies. So this
blog is for the most part, Mister Chris Bennett and Mister Ed Lynch,
merely my own detailed memories for my own later reflections!
Even
before I left the Cooley Hall and school at age eighteen years and
two months, I was being very carefully watched and monitored by some
sort of force or group or whatever it may be, that are also
encountered by those who attempt to get to the bottom of various
paranormal or extraterrestrial related things. Some call them MIBS
for men in black with sun shades over their eyes, and there are other
names from UFOCI'S (Club Infiltrators) and I have heard a laundry
list of other names that need not be included right now on this blog
text. Even as a boy in Atlantic city, I was always being targeted by
them, and today these people have somehow merged with the
entertainment world, the high end military forces, and the
billionaires and other financial-economic controllers of global
society. When the death-siege persecution on me all seemingly began
happening, or when things really got started on me, where anyone
keeping a dairy or a chart system would unmistakably see this truth
reflected back, as an undeniable reality, which occurred on August
15, 1986; these listed entities, were those that seemed mostly
connected directly, with the attempt to totally wipe me out, and
destroy me, in some super black stealthy black operation and covert
devious manner, like a wild sick demented group, and legion of demons
sent against me, straight from hell. However I look at all of this,
certain constants and certain truths always remain. One of these
truths is that this power on and against me can be accurately
measured, and it is real, and I am not crazy, nor am I imagining any
of this. Others too have witnessed it, and run for cover, never
looking back, and this of course has led to the entire world either
on one side causing this to all happen against me, while the other
side, endlessly runs far away and distances themselves from me
forever. I will tell you now as I have told you before, or really me.
This is coming now from the National Broadcasting Company, the
Comcast Corporation, and Donald J. Trump, who of course is all
intertwined throughout those two entities. Still, this three sided
sword has literally sliced my entire life apart since the nineteen
seventies turned into the eighties and the nineties, and has then
progressed onward right up and through present times of 2016. Now
things are reaching an absolute ultimate crescendo. If I could have
had my blog work out the way Chris and Ed had told me it should, I
may have been able to come out of this. But of course they all own my
blogs and everything else, through the new god called Microsoft
Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook, and all
of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come out of
this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils dowen to
the ultimate reality of the great card game that most children have
learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that even great
NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made
sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met David Roth
over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey,
in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has been one
down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no possible
way of escape. This is why I do not believe in any way, in any kind
of a father god who is loving or caring. I believe this is the
biggest hoax ever fucking perpetrated on humanity.
Naturally,
their evil stock market is flying up. It will fly up to 30,000 points
before election day. Everyone is not a fool or stupid. The reason
people vote the way they do is because they have an active T3E inside
of them and controlling them, and soon when it is all over, and I
mean ALL OVER; they will be themselves again, only the voting they do
will not be erasable. The Milituforce will now run this entire
planet, and I will have the last laugh after death as I did try and
warn people, and they just laughed at me all the way.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 125
There
are so many surreal ongoing events all over the place, that if I were
to even think about attempting to list them or get into this, I would
be defeating the very purpose of not wasting time and energy on
absolutely futile endeavors. I am going to very carefully say things
that many must be thinking, and then move along in a few quick other
areas. Morianity told things when it began, and maybe not in the
order that Egg Harbor city resident Mizz Know-It-All Terry would have
liked, but instead, in a cosmic way that is way more appropriate.
Attempting to do Morianity in some chronological order equals
quintessential absurdity squared, so turn that into a math formula,
Mister al Einstein. I am getting some weird hacking that I am not yet
sure of so I am not going to discuss it unless it persists, FCC
Ex-Director-Chairman Robert McDowell and ex-buddy from 1972, at the
great Cooley wormhole Hall, of Haddonfield, NJ, USA, ESMWG.
Oh
gash gee wiz golly willagars darn it; surreal with a capital 'S'
would not begin t describe how the ESS can control major events in
individual reality worlds. A quick movement into sports players, or a
semi prolonged movement into voters, and you know what, I am really
darn butt eating tired of trying to explain things to a totally wacky
world of folks who think that they are so smart, and despite
seeing how stuff around us simply makes no sense and could not
possibly be happening, without the explanation of the ESS, yet
still ignore me, the one person with the honest true answers to all
of it; goes so far beyond amazing and unfathomable that you could
measure this distance in galaxies. To quote Mike McNulty from 1971 in
Exton, PA, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!
I
did everything within my limited resources and powers to type in
things like the pasted in item below for years and years, and got
nowhere with any of you. Now you wonder why and just how things can
possibly be this screwy all over the planet, and the answer still is
the ESS.
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
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I
went out for some Chinese food today and there was a very spurious
asshole around on one of those battery exploding motorized stand
boards we all see advertised recently. He was up on my floor going
back and forth in the hallway and then when I went to get into my
vehicle, he popped up right next to me and had followed me outside.
He most likely is another friend of James and Family and these
illegal garbage suckers that can do anything they please, and get
away with it, while I on the other hand am not allowed to suck on a
lollypop to aid my glandular condition, here in Fort Dictatorship
Pierce, Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Run For The Roses
FEBRUARY
28, 2016,
SUNDAY
NIGHT AT 8:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 53 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-70/L-44).
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 53 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 2, WITH GUSTS TO 17.
NO
RAINFALL, AND PREDICTED LOW IS 55.
Part
of this new hack is some weird crap where after I darn highlight an
area for making a change to it, half a second later the area
highlighted is altered to a nearby area, many times one line away,
and then if I don't catch it and forget about it and just make the
change, it of course comes out all screwed the heck up. Hackers if I
was king of this planet, would all be put to death by slow agonizing
torture, and that is no phony bologna statement, I mean every last
dog gone word of that, folks!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Hey
at least it aint Memorial Day in 1969, huh darling wonderful Misses
Marola?????????????????
Patty
Hollister told me many things over the phone in 1975, shortly after
she and her pal Santa North moved my mom and me from 015 Oakland
Avenue, Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of
Lindenwold, several miles to the southeast, back on March 1, 1975, 41
years ago. One of those things discussed in particular was about life
in general. I look back now and think that maybe that is why one of
the parameters of my life charts that I started around July of 1982
somewhere thereabout, was called the General-Life parameter. But a
much larger item that believe it or not all pertinent to this
conversation, was in Atlantic City on Tennessee Avenue, in a parallel
universe where Sarah was flinging cigars with her fingers and sending
them flying against the wall of the Endicott Hotel. In this parallel
universe, Robert McGuire had no bar on this street, and where this
bar and hotel was here in this universe where I type this blog, was
the New Jersey State Police, and their magical dispatcher Elvis
Presley. I know your son in law got ideas from me in 2009, so let's
not pretend none of this is real, huh voters of the great TRAVELING
DREAMS, without any pants!!! Oh you all got me all right, Patty.
Let's all meet at the gay-house next to the comic book stand, huh
Misses Bassler!!! I am so very disappointed in Hilary for not
believing what I told her. If she had listened she would have already
known all of these things that have gone down so far in this darn
election. Oh well, ''I tried''; George burns and Gracie
Allan!!!!!!!!!
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister;
and told me. You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
someone tries and tries Sir George, and no one listens, then you know
what? I
ain't gonna cry one darn tear for any of them.
We've all been doomed for a long time, and sooner or later it just
had to work its
way
into my conscious illusion, I suppose.
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
The
minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and
I both know, with or without being snowed in, just what went down all
around me. I thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on
the guy. If you want to do it all in secret, please be my guessed
guess, as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be
stopped or exposed, but I feel you and hubby know some little bit
about these top secret truths from Majestic Level TS-#12! Everything
we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free. But when I
called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this is how
the entire election has been rigged so far with everybody. No one
ever wants to know truths that are as horrible and monstrous as what
I know to be true.
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Last
night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is
very different. I wanted to control the trip, but found myself
powerless to do so, limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron. There are
many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a more than
one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3 from type-1 or type-2
exploratron. It is just easier for me to go around again and be on
that stinking rotten train and go into my next cycle. I feel that
each time I go through this, things are progressing worse and worse.
I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who appear to
be following me back each time, to convince me I am just a delusional
buttwipe kid. I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very
obvious reasons, and my Milituforce enemies may think they have
successfully crawled into my head and know, but I promise them that
they are not as darn smart as they may think they are.
Friday
and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous
leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it
was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so
myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will
watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under
inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to
me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!
ALL
CUT AND CUTE AND HACKED SAVANTS KNOW THAT THIS IS THE GOD DAM FUCKING
ENDocrinologists as well as THE
END!
As
of 11:45 PM, “TWC” Weather-Report is as follows for the town of
Fort Pierce, FL-USA:
SO
WHO “GIVES
TWO”
MOTHER FUCKING DAMN “SHITS”;
ME'
OL' PAL
FROM 'HTHS',
DAVE
SPEAS??????????????????
TEMPERATURE---
HEAT
INDEX---
HUMIDITY---
DEWPOINT---
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---
SKY
CONDITIONS---
WINDS---
VISIBILITY---
PREDICTIONS---
AIR
QUALITY---
Folks;
in attempting to reconstruct what was lost over the mother fucking
dick licking weekend, with my WORST WEEKEND DEATH SIEGE IN THE
HISTORY OF MY FLORIDA HELL-LIFE, ALL I CAN DO IS REMEMBER THE
BEST AS I CAN, THE THREE THINGS THAT I LAID
DOWN AS NEEDED FOUNDATIONS BEFORE TACKLING LARGER RELATED ISSUES
AS WELL AS LEARN FROM MISTAKES.
ALL BLOGS OF REAL SIGNIFICANCE, AND THIS ONE WAS ONE OF THOSE; I HAVE
A PIECE OF WHITE EIGHT AND A HALF BY ELEVEN INCH PAPER WITH SCRIBBLED
NOTES, FROM WHERE I THEN DO THE ACTUAL WRITING
OF THE BLOG, AND NORMALLY I KEEP THEM IN A 'HARD-WORLD
JUNK-FILE', HERE IN THE APARTMENT. BUT THIS TIME, AND FOR
THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING REASON; I TORE IT ALL UP INTO
SIXTEEN PIECES, AND THREW IT OUT WITH SUNDAY
MORNING'S TRASH. CHAPTER 6 IS GONE FOREVER, BUT I WILL DO MY
VERY BEST NOW, TO REDO THE MAJOR PARTS OF IT HERE, ON
THIS CHAPTER-9, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
The
three main topics that Jewelly
White the great Astral Viqueen all fits so perfectly
into and with, in all of this fifteen year project on the internet
called 'MORIANITY'; are, or can at least be boiled down, believe it
or naut Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake; into
three categories: My major 'fake speaks', that include the greatest
horror show of them all, where I am only talking aloud to myself, and
then two other times where my mother was involved, and was made privy
to the fact that the words that I was speaking to her were COMPLETELY
FAKE AND PHONY! Then there is the wild and absolutely magical JRSS
connection into WASTE AND TRASH, such as when I was placed as a
contract-security-guard, at both the Tulleytown Landfill DUMP owned
by the nationally well knows WM peeps (Waste Management), and then
later on by a totally different security company, the one and only
CIFALOGLIO, and how these two places of waste-dumps and trash and
recycling,all connect up into the ever connecting quantum reality
dots, of two two top recording artists of their day and times, Donna
Summer,
and Mariah
Carey, and baring further in mind how I was totally
set up one day by weird Mexican-Illegals, to literally not being able
to miss a magazine article that I know fully well was sitting at a
place where I would have to see while on my security rounds,
pertaining to the both of them, while working that day. Those same
illegals made me realize what I have since labeled, the TRUE
MILLIE VANILLIE deal, or however that nineties musical
group spelled their name, was behind those fantastic Oz-Curtains from
my past when indeed my non DELMO TUNES
had been lip-synched onto two of my four DEMO
TUNES back on May 1, 1980
at the great Maxfield Recording
Studio on Beidamin
Avenue, in Cherry
Hill, NJUSAESMWG! Funny too
how the only thing separating the word DEMO which is short for the
word 'DEMONSTRATION', and as in demonstration
records in the musical world, and the Christian name of
Delmo as in Henry Cifaloglio's son, is the “L”
letter, and this of course is the 12th
letter in the alphabet, and it has a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE'
meaning for myself, and has been discussed in my MORIANITY for the
entire nearly fifteen years of the INTERNET VERSION of it! Also lost
in Chapter 6 was the nearby Trenton, NJUSAESMWG Night Club where my
coworker at the Landfill Dump on the Pennsylvania side, Mister Kevin
Willis, stole my KATE SONG and then I shortly thereafter heard it
playing in Atlantic City on Atlantic Avenue at some record shop where
MY SONG down to the last bars and notes but with different lyrics,
was blaring out while I was slowing down for an oncoming red traffic
light, not all that far from the MAGICAL SIXTIES TENNESSEE AVENUE
area!!!!!!!!! I had left a cassette tape in the security officer
rover vehicle one day and when I came back into work on the following
day, Kevin Willis had heard the entire tape of many of my
demo-DELMO's, and he had many friends in that very large and MUSIC
INDUSTRY CONNECTED NIGHT CLUB, so the pieces all fit together in a
totally unarguable way, no matter who out here tries to insist that I
am just a lunatic paranoid psychotic person
with delusions of grandeur. So to quote the great Mister
Esolph and his wonderful 'fables' since none of this is any fable
whatsoever; “And that's THAT”!
If
it was naut for those ILLEGAL MEXICAN workers that night at
Cifaloglio's Transfer Station whose job it was to separate the
various types of collected and picked up junk-trash by the truck
driver employees there, I would have just marveled over the original
mysteriousness of that May 1, 1980 date when after my first night of
living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
I drove over to Maxfield to do the two DANCE
TUNES, 'Lost Love',
and 'The Morning Light', despite
the lying deceptive documented evidence shown on the United
States © Copyright Office's Music Copyright Registration Form,
which also by the way, the “THE” in
The Morning Light was removed from the title by them as well, as that
“THE” has major significance to all
of this wild and inconceivable true story. Here is the Registration
List for the two dance songs, as the two country songs had been done
on a long lunch break the night before while working at the RPL
Studio and driving over to Cherry Hill down the Route 38 highway:
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All four of these
demo tunes were sent down early in June on an open reel tape at 7 and
one half inches per second recording speed, and with one registration
form, yet after the BEEGEE MUSIC PEEPS ripped off the arrangement on
the “LOST LOVE” tune written by that talented great Musical
Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn; all of the records were changed so that
the WEALTHY OWNERS OF THINGS ARE ALWAYS PROTECTED, and by the way
people, I feel compelled to share another giant truth with all of
you. That VERY SAME cover up of
authorities and WORLD-OWNERS, is behind the exact same thing that is
present and ongoing right this second in middle 2020 with the mother
fucking MURDER OF POOR INNOCENT MISTER GEORGE FLOYD!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is absolutely no difference at all, and I am not trying to use
his tragedy or the tragic consequences being suffered by the African
American (AA) race in general to further prove my story here. I
merely tell you all, WHAT THE HONEST TO THE ASTRALGODS TRUTHS ABOUT
EVERYTHING REALLY IS!!!!! I speak these truths right here and now as
a relatively calm Caucasian Person who is not suffering that
particular type of oppression, BUTTERCHEESE
AND BIG ASS BUTT BUT HERE PEEPS, I
know exactly and I do mean precisely where any and all
oppressed and victimized folks ARE COMING FROM, and yes, I've BEEN
THERE and I've DONE THAT, as the old nineties expression
goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So please, I mean
absolutely NO DISRESPECT whatsoever,
when I pen these words here, and then draw this unmissable
nightmare correlation and conclusion, to these dual set of 'parallel
facts'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now concerning what
I call, the “FAKE SPEAKS” that were talked a lot more about in my
now lost forever, CHAPTER 6; all I can do is really try as hard as I
can to reconstruct what was a PERFECT OPENING OUTLINE for a laid down
foundation about those FAKE-SPEAKS done by me back in the
nineteen-eighties on several occasions, and then done once in early
2009 at the Cifaloglio job site, onto my
Taped-Life-Journal, in what I fully believe was my 'BUGGED-UP'
automobile, still driven to this
very day here in Florida, by me, the
pitiful pathetic Mister Huntington
Chosen Cursed
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There were the two times where I was by myself and then there were
the two times that I was with my mother, and I had previously just
slipped her a note to quietly read so that she would become privy to
what was about to go down in conversation between us, and she would
then 'play along with me' in an attempt
to really, and wildly, confuse the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES, and I fully believe that just about every single
try, TOTALLY WORKED, but I am smart enough now to realize that
they are too smart to ever again fall for any of my FUTURE FAKE OUTS,
so I only do the shit such as what I did on the internet a few years
back with the secret agent ALPHA DEEP 6 (AD-6)
when I am beyond desperate to try and achieve a
major needed result. IT
DIDN'T
FUCKING WORK
OUT, and it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with being too
Julia
to live in Connecticut; Mister McCoy, of the greatest
LAW SHOW EVER
TELEVISED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At
Cifaloglio, there was the most recent time in early 2009 when I faked
that Letty and the family and myself, were planning to go to Atlantic
City and do something that summer involving my daughter who is
Letty's 4th
cousin five times in-law removed, and Letty; and it was all fake,
only WAS IT???? TRUMP took it so
seriously that when indeed the
family did go down, and to HIS FUCKING PLAZA
CASINO HOTEL IN MIDTOWN, he went
beyond insane, and he zipped out of Manhattan on his great
souped up private whirlybird of his,
and then when he came to his hotel there while I was up in a room
that he had comped for ANN KING
and the family, he got so scared that he had his pilot fly around and
around the roof area of his hotel and did not land for more than HALF
AN HOUR. This all happened of course after the PLAZA
CASINO HOTEL SECURITY after seeing
Leticia Tilley and I at a Roulette
Table, then transmitted the video image,
and general information, to him at his TRUMP
TOWER BUILDING at #666 Devil Digit, in
Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG! Back at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station
several months earlier after I had learned from Ann that Trump comped
that room for her up near the roof and top floor, and that we all
were going to indeed be going down there at that particular date, I
decided to pull one of my HUUUUUUUGE FAKE-OUT fake-speaks onto
my Taped Life Journal, saying that I
was going to have Leticia Tilley and her cousin meet and shake hands
over at the Harrah's Casino, where also, I had learned from some very
reliable source at the time, my daughter would be performing there,
and that if my theory about Leticia being from an antimatter universe
was correct, those two identical parts, her and MC, would
cause the entire multiverse to do an ionic implosion, ending all
civilization in the entire cosmos instantaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was purely a big ass phony fake out, but DONALD
TRUMP took it absolutely seriously! He
may very well know a lot more than me, as back then, I was just
piecing many things together from the “REAL
GOOD GIRL” song done by me in
early August of 1986 after returning from Trump's stomping grounds of
MANHATTAN, NYUSAESMWG. Also, many other things were being put
together, and one of them was those wild “MEXICAN” illegals who
told me they heard MC playing in my car, and yes, I did have a
regular store bought cassette tape of one of her projects that I had
dubbed from a CD player on very cheap audio equipment since my own
good stuff was not connected up ever again once I had left Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park forever, in August of 2008, as all of my wild
blogs tell the incredible fucking story about, Sir Rod Serling.
Yessir; totally unbelievable,
but please world, to quote one of Rod's great characters here, “You
must BELIEVE”!!!! MEXICANS were
behind the 1986 wild transdimensional NON-ACID-TRIP
that altered my life FOREVER, they were
behind a dozen other gargantuan huge things as well, and most
recently, the invasion of my peaceful or semi-serenity, here at this
nightmare PATTY-HOLLISTER PH
Authority BUILDING called the “Park Terrace” of Fort
Pierce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mexicans head-on crashed into my SATURN CAR while I was residing at
the Williamstown HIGHVIEW Apartments, and the Hammonton Police TOOK
THEIR SIDE when it was them who did this to me for no reason
whatsoever, and FULFILLED A PERMISSION
BARRIER BOOK PROPHECY OF THE NIGHTMARE ACCIDENT IN HAMMONTON,
almost to the very same mother fucking TEE as the hospital nightmare,
where my mom was in a hospital, and I was visiting her, and
I was being given horrendous persecution by other patients and their
visitors, and even how the security
officer took their side when I was leaving and got to a payphone, and
he came right up to me and seemed to know that I was going to call
the police, and he said, “Don't
call the police” right to me, and
I just walked out and went home to the Somerdale DEATH HOUSE and
nearly lost my mother fucking mind, and ALL
IN PERFECT, OR NEARLY PERFECT PROPHECY FULFILLED PERMISSION BARRIER
REALITY, from my fantastic so-called
book of fiction, written four plus years earlier, at Patty Meeker's
Gibbsboro rental home, and then finished up and sent for Copyright
Registration while at the Highview
Apartments, in unit 2-D, on Kent Street's intersection with
Sicklerville Road just down the road a couple of blocks from the
Jersey-Famous GEETS DINER!!!!!!! THE
SPACE-BAR-HACK IS BACK peeps, and with a total damn mother fucking
vengeance, yo yo yo yo!!!!
Remember please folks, I am laying down a foundation here, so it may
appear to skip all around but these FAKE
SPEAKS are all totally urgent in order to understand how Mizz Julia
White fits so succinctly and completely
into all of this NIGHTMARE HELL!!!!
Now
without delving deeply right now today on the POISON CIGARETTE
fake-speak done while residing at 506 Robin Hill Apartments and in
the spring time of 1984 during that very time of Jerry Texaco, and
the Hammonton auto breakdown, that I fully believe was ordered by
Trump, and done by his henchmen on the day that I was trying to go to
his newly built PLAZA HOTEL in 1984 to do some gambling on OPENING
DAY; and then my car engine suddenly blew up on the way down to
Atlantic City; or other FAKE SPEAKS,
regarding faking out that Jim Burr wanted to live in that apartment
below mine in unit #1801 causing the Playboy Bunny to move into there
that following night and with “maintenance peeps” assisting in
the moving, just as in current times four fucking decades later with
MISTER MEXICO next door to me, the main FAKE SPEAK was when I was all
alone and fully aware that I was never alone, just as my song lyrics
directly told and implied on my “HAHA-WHO”
song that was part of my 1981 Musical Project,
that was either MOHR DEMO TUNES 1 or 2, or just the TUNES without a
number, as reflected here in the Registration form that I will copy
and paste it in from now (CAP).
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