12:10
AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 9:25 PM, ON 23 JUNE, 2020:
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
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS 23 JUNE DAY AND
WHOEVER ATTACKED ME WITH AN EARLY MORNING UTILITY AND TELEPHONE
ASSAULT WHILE I WAS SLEEPING,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
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.
Just
abgout every time there is fucking bullshit with early morning
utility assaults, the day is very bad and I need to be braced for it.
Already, lots of weird noises are all around me from all of my nabe
enemies from DOGTOWN (hell)! I got nowhere so far trying to move
or get information on what peeps with only eleven bucks monthly can
do as far as not being forced into nightmare public mother fucking
housing living. Life is so totally unfair there simply are no words,
will never be any words, and so going on with it is a waste of your
fucking cunt time as well as mine. I went to the beach back on Sunday
to get away for a while from this horrendous Patty Hollister
Building, AKA Public Housing. The one time that an aerial vehicle
went right over me, two lovely young women were starting t flirt with
me who had just come from the street. Aerial siege always brings the
parallel event of pussy command, later, if not sooner, and of course
compensated with me no longer being young and studly. Maybe those
days are over, but this much endless death siege does indeed alter
the fucking equation. Doors are banging, scum are making noise on my
walls, and this is gonna' most likely be another doozie-whopper, and
yes, I'm braced for it. You have to get used to shit that you cannot
do one thing to stop. Some peeps are calling shituations like that,
the “new normal”, and maybe they're totally fucking cunt correct!
I know that there are states with cheaper real estate, from my days
and recent years of enjoying various television shows on the Home and
Garden Network Cable-Channel, “HGTV”. Unfortunately Kentucky is
one of them and is every bit as red a state as Florida is. But
beggars can't be mother fucking choosers. Some trailer parks have
opened up their rental offices but have no vacancies due to the legal
inability of landlords to evict tenants during times of the CVGP. I
said it before and this is just more continued reiteration, “It's
never ever been this mother fucking bad for me and things are always
nightmare hellish”!!!!!!!!!! Any fucking GOD who allows this
to happen to a basicly good person who doesn't rape or rob or murder
or rip people off out of money like so many peeps do in this new age,
and even laugh about it, and seems to even enjoy my suffering, is no
GOD that I will ever fucking worship!
There
are lots of little things such as the beach incident from two days
ago, that I have been way too preoccupied with more pressing major
unpleasant shit to get into, but I do not forget anything as most of
you out here know only too well, and I'll be telling many fucking
more things as time moves ever onward in the STM-illusion. Yessir,
Kentucky and some other places with much lower real estate places,
will be where I need to go unless I can find a way to survive somehow
in a higher minimum wage state, get my security license from that
state, and resume my guard work again at some part time weekend post.
With the combined SS and employment income, I would then be able to
live in a nice and more conducive to peeps my age, trailer park some
place. I am not fussy, I just want to fucking survive, Gloria and
Diana, yo!
No
matter what, I will be leaving here with just my clothes and a car
full of necessary small items. I can always come back for my other
shit as long as I keep my rent current through mailing rent checks,
as long as it is not too long as they have rules for not occupying
apartments for extended times. They cover every possible base so as
to keep the poor downtrodden and major oppressed, or hasn't anyone
else ever noticed or witnessed that little fucking true fact? I ran
away once, and I'll be doing it all over again, VERY SOON, and I
think my Blogaudians all know this to be a truth that cannot ever be
escaped from, as I have horrible nightmare mother fucking enemies
from DOGTOWN! The entire fucking © Office
knows this and has a 1988 taped music project with my pal DCR and
myself discussing it at the goddamn American Honda Guard-shack
on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG.
STINKING
TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE, AND
END
TRANSMISSION.
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