RSSMAEB,
CHPT. ELEVEN
10:33
PM, TUESDAY, 4 AUGUST, 2020
THE
WORST DAY YET WITH MY ENEMY STRAIGHT FROM HELL IN UNIT 605
Don't
be surprised if this is not my LAST BLOG FOR A LONG TIME. I will be
packing up those things that I am taking with me in the car, just as
I did in 2009.
The
great Walgreen's Semi-Pal has brought me this problem, and I was
hinted to with that info by local authorities today, nothing I can
prove, so what else is new, but 'I know what I know', as PG-Middie
might say.
If
I stay here another week, I doubt that many nabes won't be
complaining, not just me. This prick nut job in 605 turns his garbage
all the way up to the max now and leaves it on all day long. The
building manager is a phony and won't help me one bit. She told me to
come over to see her this morning and when I got there, she was gone
and I couldn't get through to anyone after that on the phone. The
entire PHA shut down before four in the afternoon, and even the
police officer who was out here again said and I quote, concerning
the Fort Pierce H.A., “Consider the source”!
The
markets, AS I SAID THEY WOULD, were way
up again, as they are every day now, and on no news at all that would
suggest this totally phony bull-crap DOW RALLY. Anyone not brain dead
a hundred plus percent can see that everything I've claimed for
fifteen years is true and real. Peeps wil deny it of course, and
'that is just the way it goes', huh Ziggy Malyeska and 'L&O'
Harvey Antion? I was out for most of the day in a sweltering oven
called Eastern South Central Florida, going through hell and then
some, and the hologram density was major and off the scales with
crowds all over the place and everyone acting weird and sick as well,
perhaps explaining the asshole next to me, at least to some degree.
My ratio for ICPE-APE SUMMER 2020 PREDICTIONS stands now at 10:13,
and tomorrow will be 11:14 when it shoots way up AGAIN, as I know it
will after this absolute worst day ever!!!!!!!! The entire county is
playing games with me, and they all hope that I will be dead soon and
they will be rid of me and my knowledge and secrets. I knew this
would be a real bad day and was ready for it, but no way could I know
it would be as bad as it was. In my nightmares early this morning, I
was speaking to some people who I don't know from here, and we were
talking about STACEY KRASSLE. I would love to go into more details
about the nightmare, as well as the nightmare freaking day, but I
can't, or I won't live to escape this hellish monstrous nightmare on
steroids. Once the enemy MILITUFORCE decides t go all the way and
make me RUN, just as before in 2009, there is no stopping it. Thanks
a lot, all you people out here who never gave shit number one about
helping me at all in this fight against these dark powers from hell,
and SATAN ITSELF! The dude at Walgreen told me that if he tried to do
something, it might mean they would pour it on full blast and make
you run away again and lose everything again. Like an idiot, I told
him to green-light the damn deal. I wish I had not. Still, if I can
survive to get states away and miraculously move into somewhere, some
how; we will pick up not only where we left off, but expect things to
go beyond unfathomable, if such a thing is even goddamn imaginable.
By
one of the clock this afternoon, the heat index feels-like temps were
109. I was out in this soupy hell all goddamn day long. Then I had
games played with me by police and Housing Authority peeps. I won't
lie about one powerful thing, and maybe I'll regret saying it every
bit as much as I regret ever bringing my new semi-pal into my loop of
fruit loops hellishness. Donald Trump understands, perhaps only on
some weird surface level or maybe he gets it on a real conscious life
level, but he knows that what I tried to tell my pal Dave Roth one
dark night, in the Warren Grove, New Jersey area in the summer of
1997, and at the Highpoint Military-Ops-War-Games instillation;
concerning “playing with reality, based on the truth about PHASE-4
entities who live with us here in waking life on a “fictional
characters' level”, can have incredible effects and control over
the ordinary reality of things of every day life, and with an entire
world totally blind and unaware of any of it!
MOST
LIKELY THE TEMPORARY END TO MORIANITY AND THE BOM.
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING DECLARATION. IN MY WALLET ARE INSTRUCTIONS FOR
GETTING THESE BLOGS AND THIS FINAL BLOG. I HAVE BEEN JKILLED AND
INTENTIONALLY MURDERED BY ALL THE PEOPLE TOLD ABOUT IN THIS TRUE
STORY OF MOUNTAINPEN, AS PER THESE BLOGS ON THIS GOOGLE-BLOGGER
WEBSITE.
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