BLOG TWEET 2022-R

I may or may not be going on with the project. I have something to be copyrighted that I've worked on now since two May's ago, and at the end of the cassette taped dictation of it, it says to move into the 2022-BLOG TWEETS from there. I am wasting my time thinking that anyone from this century could care less, but I am eternally hopeful that the future will read this, so thinking fifth dimensionally as I ALWAYS DO, this means the future is indeed reading my words. I seriously feel that believing anything beyond that power-house truth is merely a total frikki' waste of me' time, lads and lassies, OF ANY CENTURY. Hacking is back big time too. I call this particular hack the "WORD-SKIP-HACK, as when I typed in the word of power-house, only the "HOUSE" came out, and as many readers observed throughout all of my blogs, this seems to be an enemy hack used on me quite emmereffing often, yo. Yesterday bombed out. Just when I thought I was closing to home-blogging, stuff fell apart, Doctor Exton Shriner, A-G-A-I-N. No Misses Mohr, naut here we go again, and it's naut 1971 either, is it Mister friggin' McNulty? So I may be soon ending this blog project, FOREVER, as I am all through wasting my time and money on crap that is fruitless and pointless. I give away gold for free, and the scum out here in this century act as though it is worthless goddamn pig crap, and one in particular is trying to stop it. Fine, have your way dirt bag, I don't care. No one will stop me from endlessly making up tunes and making lyrical content that tells the powerful stories that I need to tell via of the songs. It is their job at the great Library of Congress, no matter how they may attempt to play games with me or fool me, to keep up with the tech and alter the stuff sent to them on new formats with the changing times, that's what copyright fees are there to cover for crissing out loud. Now I do have internet WIFI at home, just not any good TV service or laptop or anything to sallow me to keep up this blogger fight against enemies of and from DOGTOWN. So far, everyone is playing games with me, so I will play games back. I simply won't worry about doing blogs, merely an annual copyright project or maybe once every two or three years will be better, less pressure. LFLD, too many projects in one year can cause panic attacks, heightened anxiety, and overall mental stress and health issues. Still Lenny Lottery kind sir, we all know that those days of the WS Baseball and other "STUFF", were part of a non-Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE deal that go beyond any attempt on my part to describe with mere freaking words, right fwolks? ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Yes my TV antenna came but the plugs don't work on my landlord's ROKU-TV or my other set that I used back at the PEEHA BLDG. I will be speaking to AMAZON about this after I bring the Best Buy Geek Squad over to do an evaluation. They will show me just what I need and the service is free. The fee comes later after purchasing whatever I need and then making sure they set it all up for me to work correctly. That is vitally important as SATAN as you renasanice peeps out here call it, these LEFT SPINNING SUB-ATOMIC FAWCES, make endlessly sure that without this service, I will never have any kind of working TV or internet service. Yes I have ROKU but it is no damn panacea peeps. All their ads are pushing one side of the political aisle, a very unamerican and unfair deal if I do say so me'self. ROKU offers lots of stuff, but I twuwee miss me' old cable-TV channels and shows, and I purchased a 480 mile range antenna that so far is useless, and this is the first frikkin' time that the great AMAZON has disappointed me. Maybe it will work out and we'll see what the BB-Geek Squad says. At least I do have the free internet-essentials WIFI from the Comcast peeps. Then get grant or steipend money from Uncle Sam, as no one gives away anything. We all know that, but who gives a hoot-pollute-1969 hot beach pigs day for crissing out loud, yo? I am sick and tired of being endlessly emmereffing misunderstood by peeps. Peeps of me' Blogaudian crew, nabes, associates, they all judge me harshly, and totally misjudge me. They all wish to only control me. My mother noticed this and B4 that, teachers from the magical frikkin' Cooley Hall noticed these exact same things and patterns, way back then and when, yo BRO!!!! Nothing ever changes for me, the endless "CONTINUE-SYNDROME OF 1976", huh James T. Burr of the Starship Gloucester. Me' best to lovely Patty back in time, yo!!!! Fwolks, the reason that all of these things are "going JOE 1980 SIVO-RPL down" is weelwee quite simple, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! I am who I am because I got born into this family, and Jim Burr knew this somehow when nobody else on this planet had a small clue. When he kept repeating this to me, even the future-Mountainpen thought that he was completely mad. I swear this in the name and on the blood of my LORD, JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!! Still, we will never undervalue the effects and the purposes behind the creation of COOLEY HALL. Well, I will not at least, not ever. But if any one event needs t take absolute presidence in all of this sixty eight year hellish life of mine great peeps out there, not necesarily in this time period of course; well it is the incident on 1969 in middle goddessdamn December. you know, the chain dream, the jet asterisk trail, the whole damn bloody spilled mess. It is always totally okay when the spilled blood is mine, right lads and lassies? That's always totally J. R. King fully acceptable, with or without any happy-jay's, super magic howling roof-dogs, or magical radio stations sent by HALLS FAWCES to obviously work their magic and do their jobs, in all of this, yo!!!!!!!!!!! So when will I delve deeper into the roof-dog and radio station deal of 1997, or for that matter, all the musically connected STUFF of that vely vely McDowell magical year? Well, perhaps around the same time I go more into why a wild prophetic dream showing me 22 years into the future happened in the early nineteen-seventies, showing me Cooley Hall's lobby, but well out of synch? How about the great GAMES EXPERT followed by the mighty Sir Simon Baker one year in the light-fire-three to five finger changed game FUTURE? Is the mighty DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS magical? Hey yo, everything is magical. The realm of the sub-atomic by definition of that word, IS PURE MAGIC. Energies within this realm (the spirit world as religious folks call it), are as magical as it gets. all happens there long B4 the atoms clump together to form our so-called reality. How about the great James Storm who played the part of Mister Gerard Styles on the great soap show "Dark Shadows"? He was a musician in case you don't know that. But it was that powerful year of 1995 that mirror imaged here. The great Colinwood destroyed and left empty and desolated with vegetation growing up all around it. Then came Haddonwood here in real non fictional life, same exact thing, same year, same mysterious close down of the place, same weird year after year of mirror imaging the DARK SHADOWS TELEVISION SHOW, right folks? Both real life and the show, they both happened in 1995 only in the show it was 1970 and this happened in some fictional future up in Collinsport, Maine, USA. Did you think that the connections that I had listed a few days back was the entire list, or even close to it, folks? Not by a goddessdamn long shot is it, yo! I could type sheet page after sheet page and maybe, just maybe, I could cover the entire list in three hours of typing. But right now this minute lads and lassies, the powerful story I am concerned with is 1969, the chain dream, the asterisk jet trail two hours later, and then up here in the future in 2022, 53 years later, the same attempt to sencor me and this blog back on BLOG TWEET 2022-O. The second that I mention that I figured out last year in middle December of 2021 how the jet trail was some sort of a future prophecy that represented bleeped out cursing words on me' blogs, pow, suddenly HALLS FAWCES climbed into some prick, and connected the events like control 'C' and 'P' on a computer keyboard so a paste job can be made. We cannot miss nor forget that hacks however they are done, whether it be directly against my mind somehow, or inside of the programming and word-programs (2007-18-RATIO-N), either way the goal is quite unmissable and perfectly clear, oh great 37th president of this marvelous country, Sir RMN!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone unable to see these things is beyond blind and deader than a branch in the woods of New Jersey's Collingswood, or Maine's fictional Colinwood and Collinsport. Whether it is letters blocked out or entire words, the universe endlessly sahgows all things, but not to those too stupid and blind to believe that these codes are in fact and indeed built right into the grand scheme of all things. We can look at the nurses and lab tech thing, or music and songs of 1997, or JRK placing his pack of mutts on the WAYV roof top, and on and on and on literally forever, and the story never shrinks, it only endlessly grows like some HUUUUUUUUGE indestructable flower that was planeted on a star. TUMP-WIN-DAUTS, gimme' a break. Anyone unable to hear the basic song that in this world and not in some parallel, does not flow in the same phrasing as the 1983 song GITYA, well, you need not apply for a job teaching at Manhattan's Juliard or go into the legal practice of musicology. Yes there are only so many things and all things are variations, but that is what I am discussing, coded variations and how all things indeed come together, with or without any help from peeps like Cooley Hall's great Mister Marcucci and his revelations of truth to young boys in corridors. Wanna' gimme' a goddamn bwake Mister Fwuddddd? Hey I am not claiming that mister Kinbg did what he did to screw with my head at some time in the future when things began unfolding for me, but I am saying that all things in the land of the sub-atomic, all do really connect. That is all I have been preachinbg and saying all along, nothing more, nothing mother friggin' less, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even lovely Aimy Cooley. Notice how she wanted to call herself by a certain name as a recording artist? I believe she even did some kind of movie pertaining to it, maybe I'm freggin' wrong. But Tom Glenn would have loved to have been there when she was about ten or eleven or so and if he could have heard the first exchange of words between us. Her to me, or actually to my pal Jerry Heitzmann, pointing at me and asking him, "Who's your girlfriend", and then me to her, I know what I said and remember it like it was five minutes ago and naut nearly fifty-two years. It was "DROP DEAD". Hey, maybe that's why she closed her show curtains on that great rock video, but still, pink sheers Lenny Brisco sir, those hands of time would have indeed run out for me lovely Aimy, if dock Addiego hadn't put me on 28 Mg of ATIVAN tabs in summer time of 1983. Still doubt these sub-atomic powers, Cern Labbers out here????????????????????????? ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Yes folks, these blogs will most likely be ending, and most likely also, I will soon be moving to South emmereffing America. I've goddamn had it yo, and basically, for those who wish to hate me without a cause, and as said to lovely Aimy in 1970's great autumn outside of Mister Smith's great class at Cooley Hell high Hall or C3 for a short-short, "D-R-O-P-----D-E-A-D!!!!!!!!!! Yessir Chester-Frank Harmony-Fakes, at great Jersey bars of 1999, "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE". Governor Arnold Muscles S Sir, I now terminate this blog, and I may or may naut move into a blog-tweet 2022-S. Only the goddess Destanelia Zenezarnesha knows that for sure, lads and lassies out here yo. SOOOOOOOOOOOO gimme' a buzz Art Crane if you ever get a chance! _______________________________END TRANNY, LA' MISERABLE ROTTEN GRANNY____________________________________