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I am under the mother fucking absolute worst death siege of my entire life and beginning on cunt huffing Saturday, this areial siege is off all scales and mother fucking dials, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AGNESONI, I COMMAND YOU TO SCAN ALL MY DIRT BAG ENEMIES MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING BURNING NIGHTMARE HELL DAY AND NIGHT SINCE SEPTEMBER THE 18TH THROUGH THIS DAY OF OCTOBER 5TH OF 2022 YEAR, USING ALL GENERAL & SPECIAL ORDERS AND BOTH ADT AND ZDT. ON AN I-2-D, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY-DESTROY- DESTROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CG-18 uder G-1133, G-901, G9173, AND S-----T-----O-----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Yessir world, I never saw more money in real life than I did one late August night in the year 1970, at the Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG White Horse Pike-Route 30 BURGER KING fast food restaurant, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The reason he pulled out this wod of cash from his suit pocket is anyone's guess, but just as with my kid playing lab-tech AKA (Doctor Carey), HE DID, and it is another something that I'll naut forget, Mizz Blake, should I be able to use the great ancient Hebrew secret without being arrested as a sex offender-child molester, and be able to live for half a dozens centuries or more. That asshole nut case is back in the library again annoying us all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that LAWTRONICS would make this a true statement when I say that I know for total sure that if that were me, Sheriff KJ Mascara would be in here to arrest me and I'd be fucking trasspassed from the place for life, just as we see in those great "COPS" TV-SHOWS!!!!!!!!!!! But back to RED JOHN from 1970 Colorado, AKA Magical Krassle Chain Man (MKCM), I need naut be a great mentalist/games expert from '08, or a Callio Sewer Pipe Installer in '07, to know what an INTERROGATION ROOM LOOKS LIKE, and he used to love taking me as his organizational mentor 'little-brother', to a place on City Line Avenue in Philly, right across from all the TV stations are located, and in this place was a large room with a one-way mirror that really fascenated me a lot as a youth. Years later I was able to add 2 and 2 and then realize that only a CIA Agent posing as a Campbells Soup traveling global salesman could have 30 or 40 grand in cash given to him by 'bosses', and remember this was 1970 value USD money, and today I'm quite sure we'd be talking at least a mother fucking quarter-mill in cold hard fisted cash, me' peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the man who became my mentor after Fred Hinger left the Cherry Hill area, as he worked as a professional drummer at the Philharmonic and transfered to the NY Metropolotan Opera (the Met) as Yorkers call it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes people, I am being ICPE-TWIPPED like nothing I've recently seen B4 BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ICPE stands for Intentionally Created Parallel Event, and TWIPPED stands for TRUMP/WINN ICPE'd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know these fucking bastards are the two jerk offs who've been killing me and illegally getting away with it for more than four goddess damn decades now BRO! -----------------------------------------------_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------___________________________________ Ever since September, Trump again has been in big ass trouble and every time he is, he icks on his distant cuzz, Mark Wayne Pitifulpathetic Mohr. Anyone who doesn't believe parallel events are real and that they work, needs me to take them to a roulette wheel that eventually sets up a really strong one with 50 on one side and 6 on the other side. This means in an example here, that at this particular wheel, after every RED and ODD number, the following event spin of the wheel has come out HIGH 50 times and LOW 6 times. So from now on, we wait for any RED & ODD number to come out, and then bet "HIGH" for the following spin event. A parallel event that strong will win five out of six times or better, yet the payout is one to one minus the occassional house-vig green number loss, hey we all gotta pay the casinos to keep their lights on and be served by gorgeous babe cocktail waitresses. That costs $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. But me' pernt here folks and Mister Archie Bunker of Queens, NYUSAESMWG sir, is THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, lovely Susan 1983 Lucci. Whenever I am persecuted by these pricks, for whatever the invisible sub-atomic reason, they get their way in life on various things in a major preponderance. This is the nightmare fucking hell that Trump and Winn have been putting me through and the FBI knows it and doesn't care. But when Comey refused to help me in 1994 at my Highview Apartment, WOW, Wow, and WOW all lovely dauts everywhere, did that KARMIC WHEEL come around to bit the poor bastard right in his sack of poop ass, right all movie goers all ver the place, (The Comey Rule),m you all need to get it and view it pron fucking toe, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These two bob pricks are like little shit head tantrum tossing two year olds and I know a little bit about rammy hyperactive children. This day is a special day for me involving a lot of repressed memories coming to visit me in the vastness of 5th dimensional fucking cunt hyperspace, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________----------------------_____________________________------------------------------_______________________________________________________ Sarah Krassle back in the damn ass 60's is a whole other tale to discuss now that Trump and winn dirtholes are out of mother puking system for a whittle damn ass while me' peeps! There is a magic house at 30 Plaza Place in South Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. I've tried countless times between 1997 and 2003 to take a photo of the place, and just as in that great show by J.L. Heweitt, "Ghost Whisperer", weired subatomic energy persists in blocking it and all I can ever get or capture on film, analogue or digital, is a blury mess. Also naut a single soul remembers this gorgeous teenaged girl from the sixties, not any of the locals no one. Not even the great Mizz estelle Andersen Bassler who owned the Bolivar Hotel on 10-SC Avenue in ACNJ. This is because this 75 year old woman, Mizz Sara J. Karge was inside her "SHOP", in her bedroom in a Fascitar Trance, projecting a young astral-essence of herself onto the street (10-SC Avenue). After Pentacost, this same being could walk through walls and doors at the great Last Supper, huh lovely PAT-PAT-PAT, oh queen of all repressed memories and great lovely ocean murals everywhere, and without rotten TV-commercial singers advertising for the garbage Philly Flyers Ice Hockey Team on the great Philadelphia UHF Channel-57, WGBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, working at that hotel, to quote you verbatem sir Chester Perkowski, "really changed your life", but why did you say this in your letter to me in 1998 one sentence after you had just said to me that "Nothing unusual at all happened around there ever". WOW, gimme' a break all great throat and gland specialists all over the place. "This", to quote my camp counselor in Northeast, Maryland, USA, Sir Mack Kaiter and cousin to Newsanchor man, the famous Les, "Is rediculous"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I did indeed begin to see my attempt in the eighties to fight my Huntington Curse in the exact same way that I was also trying to fight the House-Vig on the Atlantic City roulette wheels and I truly did attempt repeatedly to disprove the connction, and could naut, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake of 1983. As the lovely Mizz Helen Reddy said so well in her musical works of the middle 70's, I learned then that it really was, "Me against the world". Still, another great co-worker named Shirley who practically lived at the ACNJ casinos when not at her office job, seemingly had some mysterious vested interest in having my mom direct me to a very mysterious magical throat specialist's office just off Grant Avenue in northeast Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. I have been around now for 67 years, ten months and one day, and never ever in this lifetime as present incarnate-me, have I ever seen as assistant to a doctor, even licensed lab nurses such as the ones of todays modern medical world when we go to our Primary Care Physicians (PCP), who knew so much incredible medical knowledge, as lovely Doogie Howser's twin, AKA Doctor M. Carey. The great US Copyright Office has the entire conversation from 1984's spring time. First, the show on TV is part of the great Russian Provadenia and I know this as sure as I know that three and three is six, Mister Marcucci of 1969. Doctor Carey diagnosed, on the phone, major things that only a doctor could know. She talked about my lymph glands and nodes, and symptoms such as lethargy and I again remind any interested parties that in 2016, Mister Walgreens told me that one of his Manhattan attorney pals had his police pal do a voice ex scan and it was a 100% match to the great MC who we all know and love today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Something about this entire thing stinks to high to high goddess SDK and back. Also, the great A&B TV story where I told on several previous blogs how Shirley's pals at a TV repair shop all connected into my Samsung TV set and my attempts to repair it at a place called the A&B TV Repair of Audubon, New Jersey-USA, and how I was treated. Things like this have absolutely no mortal world explanation for happening, not even in a million cunt chewing fucking asshole years and you all know this, you feds and FBI feebies out here. But rather than help me, you allow Trump to endlessly go on persecuting and harassing me. YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, well it is quite simple world. Just as with UFO and alien stuff, when these power structures are in any way threatened by exposure to things that they would prefer left alone, POW, rather than help, they MAKE IT FUCKING ASS WORSE ME PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Powerful peeps who are supposedly there to protect us, when they get petrified by these unknown and uncontrollable HALL'S FAWCES, they only react in negative evil ways towards me or anyone involved and the end game is never ever fucking anything remotely close to being beneficial for my well being!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________---------------------------------------------___________________________________________ Who remembers the wild dream I had concerning the magical and windy slamming door Marhouse??????????????????????????????? I know you are out there and aware of my blogs since your home was the home after this one where they kidnapped me under SH-Sybdrome, oh great sir FBI-Agent Steve Caruso of Austin, TXUSAESMWG. How long are you feebies gonna' let me be endlessly tormented and tortured by TWIP????????????????????????????? I do know one thing for sure and that is thissssssssssssssssssssssssssss, there are three possible cosmic choices. Either I will die, Trump will die, or I will find some way to move far away from the United States!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the extention of compouker-time, oh great SLC LIBRARY SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really are so very good to poor whittle pitiful innocent me. Yes people, my pal in Miami, Sir Mikey, told me the news about Trump this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, and now it all makes perfect fucking sense why I've been enduring this cunt lapping total hell since 18 September. There are huger secrets than I have ever told regarding some of Trump's doubles in the great 5th dimensional hyperspace. He or his doppelgangers are very very connected up with mental institutions. In one particular universe where he loves driving Mercedes Benz cars, he had forced me into one of them and is conducting wild experiments on me along the same lines as we all here the stories about UFO and saucer abductions where we get strapped to tables and genetically experimented with. But there is a powerful non-Macy-Club connection also to a place where my memory was screwed with somehow after leaving Doctor Carey's office in 1984 and ending up in some wild and crazy place where no one was wearing clothes, and lots of police people were also there as well as in on something, just what, I promise I do naut know, Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE. I will b telling some shit so big soon that I may get fucking arrested or even disappar entirely, huh Mister Jimmy Mullica Leeds? Within five years, where I am living may be bought by a huge business in my town, and very very connected to what has been ongoing in my life since this shit with Doctor Carey all began. But now, it is time, Sir Barnabas and all damn Brigger Cult Leviathans everywhere, yes it's time now, Paul Stoddard due date MWM's birthday, for me tpo wrap this up and go on my daily errands. But Sir Guv, I promise U that I'll indeed B BACCCHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -------------------__________________________---------_____________------------------__________________________________-----------------------__________________________________________