BLOG TWEET 2022-S

As always, no one really truly ever knows the future and if anyone says otherwise, it is lawyers lips as they say, you know, A BIG FAT LIE! Only the future itself knows whether or naut I am here and doing blog tweet "S". Also, it knows that the "I" in the prior sentence would be mysteriously hacked off the page here. There are two hacks that are done to me either by some live flesh and blood human hacker/s or by HALLS GWATE FAWCES. One is when words and letters in words are hacked away and off. The other is when words or letters are added. As soon as I told about this on a recent blog, the hack type of making letters and words not come out, suddenly letters were added on. Now many times it is normal keyboard error, and sometimes I am fully aware that someone is able to hack directly right into my mind. Then there are hacks done by the subatomic realm of the invisible, unless perhaps you're employed by the CERN LABS, only and quite unfortunately, they're futhermucking clueless to the real truths behind what they're studying as they relentlessly slam particles into each other at ultra high velocities. Just because we know how to eat our dinners, does not automatically mean that we know the fully elucidated details to exactly what happens in our bodies with that food after we swallow. This seems like a simple childish principle but it truly does make my point folks. It is like reading our bibles. Most peeps read it on such a level that it is good for two things. One is to save our souls or actually allow us to obtain a CITY-PASS into the astral-plane's capitol city of SDK, and the other thing is instructions for how to live life a wee bit better while we are here in the waking world in a fleshly body. If I had the time and compunction to do it, I would go chapter by chapter from Genesis to the great Revelation of Saint John, and show you what is really being said in its fullness. None of you would ever be the same again if you opened up your mind and read what I would type in. But I am only able to do this because I've interacted in a small way in my present human-ness and lifetime, with the electron, the third part of the Almighty non-Outer Limits pilot episode of Krassle-16. Yes world, KXKVI is really the sign of KRASSLE-16, the true endless age of the great SSJKK. The great sixties TV show, TOL, youreally need to watch it and see the very first of these fantastic shows. God, infinity, the EM spectrum, "All the same", but who told and enlightened the great Mister Stephano? Well, am I so Carly Simon vane to think that LIGHTNING only has spoken directly to me, oh wonderful turd sniffing woprld out here, yo yo yo yo yo????? ________________________________________________________________________________________ Many endless things happen, you know, dauts, stuff, smelly junk, doghouses, bizz-parts, on and on, even floating ocean buoy's that measure wave heights. A few weeks ago on my ROKU-TV, I could naut miss seeing a cool ad showing a surfer getting a message from the ocean on his phone. Today's modern times unlike when I was a boy and in ACNJ watching the great surfer dudes and duddesses, they no longer need to check the surf out in person. They just go up on their apps on their phones. Well, this was a so-called message signed, "the ocean". A week later or so, along came our second futhermucking hurricane of 2022 here in sunny scummy flower land AKA Florida, Mister Joseph Militaryman Berrios. The Fort Pierce wave measuring ocean buoy mysteriouysly broke loose and ended up south of my area by many miles, somewhere near or in Stuart or Jensen Beach, as in STUART, as in Mary and of course, MARY-LOUISE CARPENTER, astrally!!!!!!!!!!!!! How my songs must have blown a lot of examiners minds up there in the copyright office throughout the many years and decades of recent times of four plus decades now, SHEEEESH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do I believe the buoy doing this and the cool ad on the TV signed, "Sarah Satacey Krassle" is just some weird coincidence? Well, it was weird all right, but I'll stop right there with that answer, lads and lassies. I am a true fan of Sir James Redfield. Neither of us believe that what mortals think of and call coincidences are anything short of cosmic codings that directly respond to biblical admittance to a created programming of Almighty SINGULARITY ITSELF, you know, those quoted by our SAR JESUS (LORD) in masculine form in that dreaming sequence, we all know those powerhouse words, we've all heard them since infancy. "Knock and the door will be opened, seek and you'll find", and on and on. It has to do this, it is 100% LAWTRONIC, the circuity of the 7th dimensional system has NO CHOICE BUTTT TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________ Take Incollingco's Grocery Story of Egg Harbor, New Jersey, USA for example. How can we miss the transdimensional cupcake proof in that wild name peeps? How? COLLINS, CALLIO, INCOLLINGCO. Gimme' a break willya' folks? When I said that Callio and collins begins with a vowell, my mind was hacked for a second. I meant to say that they bothbegin with the consenant of "C", then a vowell follows and finally the "LLI" comes after that. Add up the LLI in alphabetical numeration, L is letter 12 and I is letter 9, so 12+12+9= what folks? Yessir, the great TESLA-MASONIC-magical non beemer number of '33', am I right or naut, lovely phone company lady of 1983??????? Folks I am one angry depressed bunt lapping rock chucking prick right about now. It seems Mister Walgreen's great report was verified. He also told me another powerhouse thing when I saw him a while ago. I thought I'd do a bonjovi storage job right in my underwear the size of two paternal 1974 sky scrappers, yo. It seems that I now know who is in the photo of my blog, and on top of that, it appears that the latengrate Doctor Billy Graham might naut be the only one who stole my recent hellish eye-doctor initials and made some money from it. Don't these assholes know that they are PROVING MY BLOG IS REAL, AS WELL AS MAKING MY ARGUMENTS FOR ME IN FULL COLORED DETAIL??? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! One thing I'll say for ROKU, I seem to be gaining a lot of ground with new information. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW YO BRO. ________________________________________________________________________________________ I fell under a HUUUUUUUUUUGE air assault Bernie sir, yesterday Friday the 11th day in November. Why not, as after sick ducking all people, it was the eleventh day in the elventh month, the quintessential mathematical symbol for BOTBAR!!!!!!!!! A few days earlier, I just finished speaking on my cellphone with my pal in Hollywood-Miami-Florida, and my phone died for no reason at all after hanging up. My battery was almost fully charged and that never happened ever B4 in all my goddamn time of my having that phone. When I charged it up all was normal again, but I know it was done with some wild futhermucking hack. I got off the phone a week ago yesterday, the 4th of the month. Things were pretty damn quiet until a week later on V-Day. But let's get on military, Mili-2-Fawce, and TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE, and the origins and genesis of my woes with him and that since summer time of all great blues, true blues, queens of blues and other great holy and unholy Madonna's all over creation in and AFTER THE YEAR OF 1986, and the end of life as I knew it. This hellishness started in the summer time of that year. My woes with Trump and Winn did as well. Without any great southern grocery store chains or cool ads on ROKU, this is a total LOSE-LOSE situation for poor pitiful pathetic non-Ronstadt endlessly cursed Mountainpen Mark Wayne Mohr. They really can't help themselves, these new age kings and queens, the super wealthy, the gods of Wall Street Mob Crooks, promotion and advertisement, and yes, life and mind control over all Barbara Ling-Long hockey sticks and Fascitars all over the place, lovely Oprah and searcher pal Lee, but naut April. To do all this to me, all of you, I must be so important to you sicko diseased lick pricking turds, that no amount of attempted descriptiveness could hope to address it all by even one damn percent. I could type for a thousand years and not cover it. This of course proves anothe rpoint. To be that important to them, when we all know that I am just a little insignificant total nobody, this HAS TO BE ALL COMING FROM THE INNER REALM OF THE MAGICAL SUB-ATOMIC TRUTH!!!!!!!!! There would never in a trillion lunt clapping years be any other mortal world way of explaining what has been ongoing with me and them, for 50 years now. Also, no human peeps could pull off this much endless mysterious magical junk on top of the pure endless assaults on me. I had just been telling Mike on the phone B4 it was screwed with somehow, that a phone is a necessity, not a luxury. Then POW, no phone after hung up an dit wouldn't go on until it was charged. Actually it was ten minutes later. I know I checked how much power was in the battery after I'd hung up and it was 90 percent charged to full. No way it should have just gone dead after that, but if you all think that little trick was anything next to what these diseased toilet bowel drinkers have done to me in the past over and over again for half a century now, you are as dead wrong as it gets, times three vigintillion!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Trump never goes to jail, yet he has broken so many laws that I only can wish that someone would magically give me ten rock chucking dollars for every single thing this turd sniffer has done against the law. Why he is able to talk about running for president after all he has done with his most recent offence being stealing stuff he had no legal right to take when he left office, cannot be explained to me by one soul, and I have asked lots of knowledgable peeps, believe me. If I had done one one thousandth of what he has done, I would be being tortured to death right now at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, and yet this ludicris hocus pocus goes on year after year since the phone Muller investigation, and nothing ever happens to this man of pure magic and pure wickedness. Tell me I use the word MAGICAL too often, go ahead lads and lassies, goahead. Gimme' an excuse for a real belly roll laugh today, I truly need one, yo. Hey, I tried to tell the giant policeman in 1994, I told him all the things this diseased turd had done to me at that point wayt back when, and he refused to listen. Well you paid the price of being hit by the wheel of karma Mister Comey, more than anyone else I know of on the entire planet, kind pitiful sir, yo BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been told that I discuss magic too seriously and too often. Well, I have been told that I am in florida now and so why do I worry about the old stuff? Right, sure, what old stuff? If this was not still going on around me day and night just as much as ever, do you think I'd be wasting all my time on blogs and other hocus pocus? Well, I don't know about Henry or Jane or other local eye doctors with wild nurses who hated me with no legitimate cause, but I do know something about the great keyboard, its hacks, and its formatting and positioning of letters, oh Mizz Barbara Linglong Moviememories. If you let the universe speak, the scriptures come shouting out at deafening levels of fourteen pressure bells. Why did the eye doctor lady want to screw me and cause me to be without an eye exam this year when my condition requires an annual exam more than most? Why did another person know more than Doctor Doogie Howser? Who was the real doogie Howser? Was it just a TV sitcom of the eighties or did it have a far greater cosmos of the cosmos-shout? Wanna' talk meanings with me Doctor Fonda Moll sir?????????????????????????????????????????????? How 'bout you Dock Graham, in or out of all great Kevin costner's field of new shoeless Joe Jackson dreams of the end of the great eighties? Then that wild nuber 18, as in 1802, the 1980's leaving the 1980 number digits remaining as (90), a real life changing year, and life ending one as well, for Sarah Callio's MAGICAL GRANNY, MIZZ KARGE. I do naut believe in all these endlessly parallel things being a random nothingness, I am sorry, but I do naut, lovely Mizz Blake of 1983, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the reason for all of the hostility against me when I made physical contact with these Atlantic City nightmare peeps from DOGTOWN in 1997, is simple as dog skunk cubed. They knew just as granny SJK knew, who I was in my prior lifetime, no peeps, not CONSCIOUSLY, but they knew, in a sub-con way, with or without using tools or eating additional boxes of theatre popcorn, BUTTTT, THEY KNEW, YO!!!!!! Then all knew, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Terry called me a scatterbrain; the gal-pal of Ann King from the great almighty New Jersey's town of true ultimate magic, LOVELY EGG HARBOR CITY, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! She did naut understand as most peeps don't as well, that there is no true chronoligical order to TRUTH, time is a mere futhermucking ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is just that Henningsen simple, all John's out there, with or without HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE wods of cash in their pockets back in 1970 years throughout the fifth dimension, Mizz Macoo. YESSIR WORLD, ALL STUFF CONNECTS, BECAUSE IT ALL IS ENERGY IN THE INVISIBLE REALM OF THE SUB-ATOMIC. Another bible verse that proves all of morianity is that things are loosed first in heaven and then lossed on the Earth, Jesus our great SAR (LORD) said this to his desciples in the four fantastic gospels. All this stuff is part of my 3,000 year family nightmare, anbd whether I speak of things today, or in 1973 or 2000 years ago, lovely Mizz Terry Eggs of the Harborlands and harbor lights, it is all the same thing, oh great 'GALAXY BEING' of 'THE OUTER LIMITS' ORIGINAL FIRST SHOW OF THE SIXTIES. When McGuire and the Callis and the Kings and even Levy did all those things, it was not separated by years or decades or centuries or millenniah, it is all the same thing, "electromagnetism, infinity, god, ALL THE SAME". YES YOU REALLY DO NEED TO GET AND WATCH THE VERY FIRST "TOL" TV-SHOW. I kid you naut good folks. Take that Roman Number XVI in the call letters of Gene Buddy Maxwell's radio station. When you take the K letter out of the deal we are left withthe Roman 16, SSJKK's true infinite age in HER GREAT CITY, chain and all. Yes, looping digits, 69 and 96, this can be an entire week of typing in me' life, right peeps???????? Come on, you all know I am speaking a power-house truth with all of this, so who is kidding freaking who?????????? Maybe the great 1966 Lillian Erby would say "Now who's got who", but we will make a slight alteration here, oh lovely gorgeous Mizz Lillian. Mizz Terry Egghead Harborlands could only see a lot of things all out of synch, in her opinion, to which she's fully MD-entitled to of course. Maybe the reason I enjoy the Mashinsky juice is that I wanted to punish mysdelf by staying here as me for 700 years or so. I know there is a desire to punish myself, I know this deep down, Mister Robin Hill and mister L&O-Robinette, sir. WOW-THAT!!!!!! I did not want it mixed with wine like those old pre-flood Jewish folks did, but it still kept the lifespans 10 times that of what they are without using it. ___________________________________________________________________________ Jenny LH and her great 'GW' TV-show: Where to begin? One thing I always begin with is the early second season episode of the music-curse, something I discussed in 1983 at my Atco, NJUSAESMWH home owned by real estate investor Mister Gerald Pliner. But my music curse was a worm virus that went from machine and tape deck to machine and tape deck, and someone thought the idea was too cool, some evil prick jit-wipe straight beyond the gates of Dogtown of Province Olympia. They took the concept into the future computer era and made a real hellishness out of many things for all of us. I'll learn to keep my mouth shut, This is something that my family would tell me as a young lad from time to time, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! But back to the TV-show, "GW". This episode had a lot of similar flavor in real their cool song that you will hear in my "New Luvin' Man" song arrangement from 1983, I think it was my famous project work called, "SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD", but it was one of those Atco-1983 works, as I did three of them, yo. Aniwho, my songs are about Sarah and theirs were about Sandy, both two syllable female names beginning with "S" letters. The idea was not new either but only for those into classical music, as there does appear to be an almost mystical and magical curse to great composers naut finishing a tenth. I have had five nightmares now where I am back at Jenny's Park, the MM Manor, AKA by me, the "Bonjovi future gmail prophecy" for reasons you needn't know about at least for right now peeps, and she is the charachter of the television show, Mizz Melinda Gordon, and she is helping me in variouys ways to deal with my "ghosts". These dreams began right around the time that i had been living where I am now for about ten months, and practically the same time that I experienced the dream with Lee Daniels following that disastrous day last December after going to the Saint Lucie Eye Institute. But there is so much more to that lovely lady. She was 'SARAH' in that earlier late last century television show, "Party of Five". In one particular episode, she played some part where a 'SARAH SONG' was done for her or some such crapola, I do not remember right now, nor could I care in the least. Still Lenny Briscoe sir, I don't believe in all these random happenstances, so sahwee but I just do naut, Mizz Blake and Mister WWll Ambassador. __________________________________________________________________________________ The super-wealthy are one and the same thing in this new age world of the present times, with what I'll aalways consider 2B, KINGS AND QUEENS. We had royal control once and we fought and died herocially toi get away from that futhermucking shullbit, yo. I do not understand why these scum are worshipped today, the billionaires, the Kartrashians, all of these diseased total slime sucking magot swallowers? I do not get it. The lew government is noithing but fake representatives who now are under the control of not their constituents but the king and queen lobbyists. They pay our so-called reps to dictate their edicts and desired commands. We all get in line, salute, and praise them on TV as well, like whatttttttttttt??????? Wanna' gimme' a goddamn bwake people? What is wrong with all of you, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????? Our kids get killed for going to high school and the gun lobby RULES SUPREME. This is the best example of my point, but this is only the top of the futhermucking iceberg you idiots out here, WAKE UP BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! The SPACEFORCE is my biggest beef. This entire thing was created and organized by DONALD JOHN TRUMP, many years ago B4 any of you out here ever friggin' heard of it. They stalk me, follow me,persecute me, and to this day make my life a living burning breathing nightmare hell. Beginning at 8 in the goddamn MOUUUUUUURNING yesterday, Friday, for 5 hours, they fleww crash level planes over my house and relentlessly made my life a living futhermucking Dogtown. This began in 1986 when I dared to challenge the Atlantic City casinos with my parallel event roulette (PER) for short. It is real, it works, and it scared the bunt tapping casino world to death. This is when Winn and Trump not only created 'SPACEFORCE' to destroy me, but they did a lot more than that after finding out that Patty Hollister after 18 months from the summer of 1969, came to the world famous Lavino Shipping office in Philly. They decided to make the next HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE female recording star be my own FLESH AND BLOOD, Barnabas and Carolyn, so ouch, those damn neck bites. Still, Roseann was in 1969 in my days at the 125-A apartment at Westmont just east of COLLINGSWOOD, NJUSAESMWG. Yet ROXANNE on the great "DS" TV-SHOW, that came in the following year along with 'PATTY HHH' here in the real waking non-fictional freggin' life, huh world? Wanna' try and prove any of me stuff world,anypone, well you go right the Dogtown ahead and try, just as Sir Clarrence Harris tried back in 1998, and FAILED MISERABLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________ I know I said I would naut come to the library, well, naut real frequently. Soon, I wll have me' old system up and going, screw my asshole peeps around me who make me promises an dare merely pawns of my sicko kid, at least in my entitled opinion, lovely frekkin' Mashell of 1980, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be telling stuff so HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Mister Sanders, get ready do do a New Jersey cat radio, you know, just "GRAB SOME TAIL AND HOLD ON". You'll need to grab the entire futhermucking Allentown, PAUSAESMWG DORNEY PARK roller coaster system B4I am all through, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Jolson, I have naut begun to emulate the great hero whom we all know and luv, Sir John Paul Jones!!!!!!! I haven't even begun here, lovely Karen Carpenter and all great greedy fishermen out here. As the lovely cerial commercial girl said on the 1994 BP Summer Nick@Nite, "WO------WO". If you are out there, I thought you were about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McNulty and Arthur Crane. _______________________________________________________________________________ I had the 2nd hurricane of the 2022 season place a bulls-eye on my town of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. Luckily for me, me' landlord was right on top of things and was not away in New Hampshire, lovely cousin of Mildred Young, Taffey, back in 1972 and the day of Cooley Hall's class trip into NYC. Mister Mike had me' whittle twailor all shuttered up and all hatches barreled down. I suffered only lawn damage and I am hopeful my newly planted summer trees may make a come back and live through Florida's mild winter. Mild that is in comparison to the northern parts of this great guthlie land. I am fully aware that anything good that happens comes from the right spinning sub atomic fawces, and I thank them for all of the great protections they have offered up for me. Anything spinning right is good and spinning left is bad. Of course in the realm of the ultra tiny, it is not perceived that way. Only as positive or negative polarity, and only when the carbon element gets around to being created on this physical plane, does the negaitve convert to evil and the positive to righteousness. I doubt that too many peeps can ever wrap their minds around the truths of Morianity, naut in the present year of 2022 or any time too frikkin' soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE Sir CF. _______________________________________________________________________________ **********************END TRANSMISSION PEEPS*****************************