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Great lads and lassies out here, yesterday was a botbar-day for me, and I have had worse, but enough crap happened to me where it was botbar, and that is all there is to it. Still, I keep on surviving. I hurt my pinky-finger and there was some nasy air and Spaceforce junk early on, and then there was lots of electronic crapola too, as I'm still trying to learn and understand so many things that you all just take for goddamn granted, and I'll never understand how or why other than it all is some magical part of what happened to me one night on the 15th day in August of 1986, and laugh all you want to great world, as I do not care!!!!!!! Changing a major polarity in a soul-trip (while dreaming), and this IMHO does in fact bring us back way off track to where we were B4 in the grand scheme of things, and yessir, just as the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg said in his power-house books of the nineties. Until and unless you read his most famous book, as he had many of them; you should in all fairness to me, naut pass any unltimate judgments on me or my thoughts or beliefs. I speak of his book called, "Time Travelers From Our Future". I'll B speaking on this blog concerning several topics that may appear randomly done or totally unrelated when grouped together, but I know that this is naut the case, so bear with me pweeeeeze, good peeps. ______________________________________________________________ Beginning with HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, we need to make a quick literary journey back to the times of 1994-1996. Then we can also move into our present century a wee bit and things will start to at lewast make enough sense to get you wondering some stuff, and doghouses, and pink goddesses and great world famous fiction writers such as the mighty talented latengrate Mister Gene Roddenberry. As seen from the perspective from his somewhat made famous through all of this (Jersey-Inventor), me, let us now attempt to freggin' proceed here, shall we folks? The last days of my times at Highview with landlady Maria Shoemaker, this could go on for a solid year of typing, and we will abridge things and merely attempt right now to tell parts to a giantic cosmic story involving almighty PINK-GODDESS RODDENBERRY. As some of you may perhaps remember, I had only black and whilte TV-sets, and little ones, lovely 'Britney' and 'gramps warp drive'; and because I used to watch the STAR TREK show as a boy in B&W and naut in color, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, I never knew how the surrounding Electromagnetic field surrounding our Milky Way galaxy, influenced Mister GR to create the great Mizz Swift BD episode in 1966, '23' years B4 the great event of all lovely blonds everywhere; Apollo's number (23), but yes, but yes peeps, the episode of Star Trek's episode titled "Where No Man Has Gone B4", was done or released on the thirteenth day of December, and the great field that made direct contact with both another lovely famous blond as well as Captain Kirk's old Star Fleet Academy buddy and fellow officer, changing them into a god and a goddess; was beautiful bright pink with even a tad touch of lovely purple. Still, mostly PINK, and naut having a television set that was colorized due to a lifetime of extreme poverty, I only came to know this one day here in Florida after purchasing at a Good Will Store, the VHS-movie-tape of this episode of the original STAR TREK TV-SHOW. When I saw it, I almost lost my sanity, and many of you R now laughing and saying, "You lost it then, huh, that's a matter of MD-entitled opinions and without any medical dog skunks". Still, when I saw the great Pink Goddess in the show, I put a whole lot of stuff together that our wonderful SAR-AH (LORD-ESS) in male form our SAR-JESUS spoke to us mere human beings about, you know, if we seek it, Mister Kevin Costner, we will find it", in or out beyond any great fields of Iowa-USA!!!!!!!!!!! Let's get back to the days of Highview, huh FBI and great wonderful awsome an dyet doubting, Mister Visitorcop Bigman Comey of the GWPO Syndrome, discussed as we all know only too well quite repeatedly throughout a nearly 17-year blogging project. Next door to me was a girl named Jeanette, same name as Donna Summer's sister or one of the many of them, not of course the same person, hey, 'but still', Detective Lottery-Lenny Briscoe Babeinthecorner SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All through calender years were beyond major eventful in my life, 94-95-96, and 1995 was the only year that I was living there for the entire 365 day cycle. I moved into there in 94 and left there in 96. We have talked about the wild time trip dream or one of my many many many of them, huh Mister McDowell sir? You said it so Pennock-perfectly in the 1972 era of me' life, "Vely vely vely intelesting". Dave Schwartz at the great TWC back B4 he left our veil of tears, said the same thing one day while talking about some weather that he was discussing, and I knew he was one of my blogaudians. Many powerful peeps are part of this blogging-audience, right Mister Walgreens Sir? Chester Frank would B chimning in right about now if he were here, and you all know this only 2 well. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He never read my great book called "THE PERMISSION BARRIER" that I copyrighted while living at the great and illustrious Shoemaking Highview of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, in JERSEY. The mighty biblical "I WILLS-23-666", I AM to quote beautiful Jehovah, STacey OWN and SHE does own it all, SHE IS SINGULARITY, the great I AM-27!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, Mister Walgreens did not read it either, but he has read my entire blog. He said something to me folks back in 2018 in the summer time, right outside my local Ohio Avenue Walgreen's Store one hot afternoon. We were in his air conditioned car after we had both exited the store upon picking up some medications. His exact words are perdy-dern impossible fo rme to forget, lovely great daughter and others out here. I didn't say this, he did. "Mark, the Glitter Movie speaks for itself when we match your charachter in the TPB-BOOK back in 1994, and then your kid's lover the dice man's actual charachter name. To quote you in your blogs all the time, give me a break. Can there B any real argument that somebody big time is and has been messing with U4 a very long time"? Well, I can't give him a break, as WE ALL KNOW THAT HE IS SPEAKING THE TOTAL AND ABSOLUTE TRUTH. cHIME IN NOW, sIR cHESTER-fRANK YILLYA', "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I listed the numerous strange things of me' Highview Apartments days, we would B all damn day and night, and just maybe I could cover most of it in a generalized way. When the non-PM great A&E Cable-TV Channel was about to air the show that proved that I had found her musical 'HAIR'-1969 project in the RPL studio attic, in October of 1980 right around the great 23-Day that is AKA (Halloween) or HALL non-fawces oween, that documentary on Donna Summer, it was first 2B aired B4I had copyrighted my 1994 book, "TPB". But due to things I spoke of imn that book, they pulled the original airdate and obviously redid something, and then later on somewhere in 1995 their network then rescheduled and reaired the show, and with obviously some new updated tales. I know this as surely as I know I am at the library doing my blog at this very current second in time. But wild events at this place is par for the course and this was one out of so many it is not worth going into the fullness of the number. The MILITUFORCE almost killed me in a head on collission that I was charged with causing when the car that hit me came into my lane, in crooked bizarre Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. My insurance went up for three years costing me 3000 dollars over my previous rates, and my car was seriously damaged. My witness was paid off or threatened off, and the entire thing was part of a recently predicted event in my so-called fictional book, TPB. These were the times where Mister C came to Haddonwood Pool and wanted to know all about my strange "thinking-forward" water abilities. It seems in retrospect now that his entire reason for coming there at that time in 1995 was just to find out all about that one thing. Nothing else seemed to interest him, not even his own step daut that the world insists is his real daut. All he wanted to know about was my ability to self-propel, it seemed this was the dudes entire world back then in '95, and no where near GRANT AVENUE in NE-Philly either, yo. Paula King, two years after she tried to run me down one day while I was with my pal Mister Art Crane from the old RCA later 2 become Thompson Consumer Electronics, came back into my reality, and this time right 2 my apartment unit where six apartments were part of a 6-block unit system as many garden type apartment systems are. This time she used a powerful hi-tech trick to block out my memory. She did to me the very same thing to me that Patty did on the afternoon of June the 28th in 1969, this time right in my own apartment. After she left, I ran into the maintenance man, Sam. His son worked at the local Williamstown police station as a local police officer. He then asked me, "Who's your goddess girlfriend"? I then asked him, "What R you talking about"? He replied, "That lovely giant gorgeous babe that came over to your apartment a couple hours ago". That is when a blurry memory came back to me that she had come right to my door, forced her way in and RAPED ME. I know that U did this to me Paula King, you miserable filthy diseased witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is a dangerous evil giant girl and I'm scared t death of her, yo!!!! Her father just a couple months later in September of 1996, insisted that I use a hose on the beach after I am done and B4I come back to the parking lot. I told him that I may not even B going to the beach, merely 2 the goddamn casino. But he was not hearing it, he kept insisting for me to use this particular exact hose, and lkept saying to me each time he ran through a new speel about it, "OKAY, OKAY"??????? I finally said to him, "OKAY"! I felt like saying something that gorgeous Mizz Hilary Duff said on her cool early century Disney-TV-show, "The Lizzy McGuire Show", "Right back at U". I remember thinking at th etime, I wanted 2 do this, but better naut, as these peeps seem 2B threatening and deadly, and I didn't like them one tiny wee ass bit, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________________________________ Since God cannot sin and SSJKK is God, and stealing is a sin, then we must now conclude that SHE did naut really steal my chain in late 1969 in middle December. So let us figure some of this out, shall we folks? Obviously SHE didn't steal my chain is this item already BELONGED TO HER to begin with. Looking at things in a true and real way at its damn epitome, all things belong to the SINGULARITY, and we need naut go further than this. Hence we cannot truly ever GIVE GOD anything. We R only able to give BACK 2 HER. We tithe and make offerings as is biblically commanded. We do not in truth give a 10% tithe to this great being. We merely choose to give Her back 10%, as the entire 100% is truly HERS to begin with. The next breath that you and I take, people out there, in real truth belongs to the great SINGULARITY, the zero dimensional absolute force of truth and beingness. 0-D by the very unfathomably powerful concept of such a thing, is all powerful, all knowing, and all and everywhere while simultaneously of ITSELF, hence ITS great biblical statement that could in no way ever B expressed better or in greater honesty, "I AM THAT I AM", and not what. John Henningsen, my organizational Big-Brother gave me that chain in 1968 while I resided at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments in Haddon Township (Westmont), in New Jersey, USAESMWG. I lived there from the start of October of 1964 through the end of July of 1969, oh great lovely Patty and all great TG-fire songs everywhere, yo BRO!!!! Yes, all games-experts notwithstanding here, or RED JOHN'S from the state of 'COLOR RED' or (Colorado), where he indeed did in fact hail from, or magical rock paper scissors games in parallel realms where fire and light also are part of this great finger-game, Mentalist TV-Shows a year later following my 2007 dream, and wild previous big-brothers who got switched from Philadelphia to New York City stages where symphonic music is performed, as indeed, my prior BB was once at the Philadelphia place and then moved to Manhattan somewhere and performed at the Met. PHHH always was happy when I shared the story with her back in the day about good old BB-Mister Frederick Hinger, and I doubt it was because of similar names which then I did not even know of. But I do believe the moving of Mister Hinger was all so that I would be given the following BB-Mister Henningsen, old RED JOHN. Does anyone really think I am making this up or am just merely a cooky fudgin' crack pot, come on, RU dense for crissing out loud, yo?????????? Still, I did get John Henningsen for my second big-brother from the BB-ORG, and through the then Philadelphia Boys Club, back then it was still that, and now it is all part of the Boys and Girls Club systems, as U all know quite well. Times forever change. But if he gave me this chain and it was naut really his to start with, then I was in receipt of stolen property, or else, I merely had to one day surrender something to Singularity that was truly HERS to start with, in either case I now officially repent for ever saying that SHE stole it, as SHE by definition of what and who SHE is, zero dimension, absolute power, owns it all, and is all, as SHE IS, and to quote John H in all of this, "It's just that simple". His story to me was that he picked this up on one of his Campbells soup Company foreign trips to South America. He was some type of Sales-Rep with them and he traveled quite extensively. I do not believe that now of course. He was indeed with them but I believe this was a cover. He had to be a CIA-AGENT, and I know this now after examining and to quote lovely Donna Summer here, 'after re-evaluating a whole lot of things', and yes oh lovely and latengrate Mizz Disco-Queen-DAGS, you are totally correct. So SSJKK merelky used that powerful dreaming interaction 2 take back what already was HERS, one way or anoither. There is some chance that 'CIA-RED-JOHN' actually, and with no help at all from future Columbia Broadcasting Television Company Networks, lifted this item from someone in the highland Guatemalan mountains who was part of a tribe of the obaoriginal tribesmen of that area once known in the early previous century days and even up throughout the 20th century as the "Powerful People", only not the ones discussed by the great Todd Reality's employer and New Jersey licensed realtor, Sir Scott Ransom. Maybe SSJKK had given the chain 2 them and Red-John-H stole it from them 2 later give 2 me for reasons that only Apollo-Lucifer-23-666 truly knows and understands. Who can ever know such damn ass things folks? It is easy 4U2C peeps, how the only way that some things can ever B properly rationalized and figured out with any smallest degrees of accuracy, is 4 all of us to first and foremost C life as a non-Bernie Sanders "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE" 3-D jigsaw puzzle and again, just as I said over and over again on my 1994 copyrighted book called, "The Permission Barrier", and with no help at all from very mysterious magical daughters of and from northern states even back in me' Jawsey days, Sir HLS TOM KEAN. We need to realize that all of us all the time are existing inside of a really large jigsaw puzzle with pieces only, no box, so no photograph showing what the completed puzzle would look like. We are endlessly clueless to what these pieces truly represent UNTIL THAT IS, WE PUT THE PUZZLE TOGETHER. Only then the picture displays itself, yo BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, at that Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA Burger King restaurant in late 1970 B4 Red John Henningsen of Colorado went back to his lovely RED-STATE, he had a wod of cash that he showed me that in today's purchasing power would B as if I had pulled out a wod of cash in a BK today, totalling close to a futhermucking quarter-MILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I kid U-naut, Mizz Lovely 1983 Blake!!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________________________________ When I was in that Somerdale death house and was HOSED by JOHN KING, I was now able to receive the SYFY CABLE TV CHANNEL, but it was not instantly but later upon moving there an dliving there for a while that one day I was flipping through channels with my remote control, channel-surfing as they call it, and the very first show of Dark Shadows that I was viewing as I stumbled onto the show and the channel, was that scene back in 1897 where Count Andreas Petofi's servant Aristede had captured Quentin Collins and had him tied to a large table in a saw mill and he had rigged up this really cool buzz saw type device that was on a timer, and and as this sharp heavy swinging blade kept swinging back and forth, it made a loud tick-tokc sound, and with every tick-tock motion, it lowered a little more down towards the table and where he had Mister QC secured to it. This is where HALLS-FAWCES wanted me to begin rewatching this reaired TV-show, and it was urgent to get me to leave Highview and move to this horrendous rotten home at 112 Harvard Avenue in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG. They used Paula King and they used that horrible Jeanette next door at the Highview place to accomplish the goal and mission straight out and away froim the friggin' gates of Dogtown itself, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Jeanette was married originally to a guy a few years younger than me named Mark, just as me. They split up within a year of my moving into the place and she began to chase me. I should have gone with her as by naut doing it, she hooked up with some dirtbag bar scum right out of a puss bag. He made things intolerable and then after Paula King raped me, I got the hell out of this place, as U all know. I had reestablished a lot of great credit and was approved for a nice home, or so I thought. The nabes there were already waiting 4 me, and we can always get back to this, Mister James Rockford and your horrible hard punches, oh sir. But that could never have happened in any other way, as it was provedenia-designed, right Sir Vlademere? I'm a rotten speller so if I misspelled your name, I'm 'so sahwee', all great Japanese Ambassadors of WWII. Yes this was all destined to happen, so it did happen, and 'that's that', Mister Esolph. The querry to how anything destined could in fact ever B altered is as endless as an ocean's horizon. I want 2 talk for years about the transition from Hoighview into the Somerdale 'death-house' but that can wait for later following friggin' blogs great people out here!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________ I wish to now discuss 'WORD-PROGRAM' hacks. The number 18 question on the great New Jersey SORA test was discussed as you all know back on BLOG-TWEET-2022-O. Let me move a little wee bit onward now with just a tad bit more. SORA stood for New Jersey's security guard test name of "SECURITY OFFICER REGISTRATION ACT". sTILL, EACH STATE HAS THEIR OWN TESTING SYSTEM AND NAMES OF THEIR TESTS, BUT i LIVED IN jERSEY, WORKED IN jERSEY AS A SECURITY GUARD, AND I had just come off of my nightmare search to locate a magical mysterious girl from Atlantic City, named SARAH, and no, naut only don't I believe the name was coincidental but was actually just another HA-HA for me to have to suffer with and deal with, but I also notice that my FIRST CAPS-SMALLS-HACK of the day today, began while discussing this very thing, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Let's proceed. Dave Roth, my pal from November of 1985 until his murder/death in March of 2002, had a friend who was quite world famous for a sexual harassment case involving a man who was going to be voted on for becomming a member of the great almighty UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, Mister Clarence Thomas. I know that he was guilty as sin for what she claimed was done to her, but cannot ever discuss that without my getting into a whole lot of trouble. Still, David Roth gave me a letter shortly B4 he died, supposedly in his sleep but I know that is shullbit too, and this letter was from Mizz Hill to him, telling him in great detail how she was unable to use her Office Word Program at all, as her enemies had totally hacked it and it was nearly impossible for her to get anything done on it. She was talking about all thestuff I have also discussed, you know, the ratio/N test questions and my blogs, the two-tow, sue-sue, and on and on, and smalls-caps, and zillkions of othe rever friggin' annoying hacks that make it vely hard to do anything. Now whether Dave died in his sleep is not something I can dispute or prove either way, only that normally, 49 year old men do not stroke out and die for no reason unless they already had very poor health and or some life threatening condition. He was no marathan race runner, but he wasn't some crippled up dying pile of nursing home debris either. I 4-1 am not buying it for a second, but cannot prove it. It is either IMHO a murder by the MC for his sharing secret information of the Huntington family lineagebeing a direct bloodline back to JJ&M and back to K-David from there, or else it was due to the Anita Hill deal and his sharing that letter with me. By the way, I lost the lineage charts in my move to Flower-Land-UYSA in when else but middle-December in 2009, an dthe letter from Mizz A.H., well that, I gave back to Sir David Roth. I no longer have either of these things nor did I ever make copies, and I swear that is the truth to the SAR-Jesus the Mesiah (Christ). So pweeeeeeze don't try breaking into me residence, you will naut find anything whatsoever of any value. The few things of any value are on clouds. If only I had known how to do that B4 leaving New Jersey, like WO, lovely '1994 Nick@Nit'e Cerial Ad-spot girl. ______________________________________________________________________ Let me get into the Amanda Harris Dark Shadows story for a quick seck folks. There are many stories to tell concerning both the great 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-show, beginning with how I made a whittle error on a few blogs back and called it a sit-com, I obviously meant to type in a "SOAP". So-Sahwee. Also the great Griffin Pipe Company job is a HUUUUUUUUGE tale to tell in and of itself. And the point 2B discussed today is how some things connct here as well. There was a coworker named Helen Harris at my Griffin Pipe job where I was employed as a guard with the contract security company known as Assets Protection in Pennsylvania. This gorgeous coworker became a good friend of mine and if Halls Fawces had naut messewd things up on several fronts for me, we may have ended up going further into a relationship than I had recently gone with a previous Helen of my life, the lovely Mizz Saint Thomas Islander, Zebriski. In all honesty, I am not sure how her name was spelled as I never saw it written down and merely heard her say it 2 me on a few ocassions. Helen Harris on the other hand was a coworker and she moonlighted at that job while being employed full time with the New Jersey State Police. She knew my story on a basic level after we had worked together as guards at Griffin Pipe for about a year. She told me one day that she could pull some strings in her position as a state police person in some capacity, and she began to work on this for me. One day however shortly into her assisting me, she told me that an old friend of hers from the FBI wanted to meet her for lunch and when they met up, the agent asked about her helping me with my MILITUFORCE WOES. She told me that he scared her by saying 2 her, "You have a lovely daughter", and it was the way he said this to her more than once, directly following the conversation regarding helping me out by getting necessary information on who is doing all of these things to me and why. She told me it was a threat, indirect and seemingly harmless on the surface as it was, and it scared her, and that she no longer can help me. Not only did this screw up my hopes of finding out who is doing all these things to me all these decades, but it even managed to reflect a direct lyrical message from the old days with 'Mister weight carrying Marcucci' of Cooley Hall. A long time all right, and yessir world, Misses Harris became the new Misses Jones, and all courtesy of the great organization that I once thought of as decent and law-abiding, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). "Misses Harris, U have a wovewee daughter", I still can hear th emusic in me' head as I type this into the bwog, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back in the Somerdale's death house in 1997 shortly after moving into the place an dbeing KING-HOSED in 9-97, without any great rooftop-dogs howling away off of the WAYV place where the great Casino Control Commission of Atlantic City is located, I went to sleep one night and had one of several beyond wild 5-D hyperspace interactions (dreams). I as in this beautiful garden of flowers andtrees and bushes with a bright blue sky filled with butter-milk clouds. I was all olone and walking towards one of the fenceline areas. I had been working very hard all day long and thought it was a temporary punishment for something recently that I had done that was very bad, you would say that I was dreaming that I was the very first murderer of th ePlanet Earth. My name was Cane or however you would spell it. Suddenly I remember seeing beyond the fenceline. Most peeps do not know it but the first family here were giant people and despite the fenceline being about ten feet high, I saw over it like it was nothing and must have been 15 feet tall or more. So too were my parents. They were not around, and I was suddenly looking over and to my right and there was a large pathway up a giant hill beyond the fenceline. No one could touch the fenceline as it was electrified. I wanted to go over it but could not. Suddenly I saw a huge palace up on top of the hill to my right outside the fenceline. As I got closer, I began 2C someone walking down the pathway on th eother side. The pathway came all the way to the fenceline an dthen went the otherway and beyond my view to a lower area to my right. Suddenly Sarah Krassle came strolling down the path from the palace. We made eye contact and then we met right at the one point along the pathway that came directly to the fenceline B4 it then angled away again heading to my right. I said 2 HER, please stay with me and forgive me 4 what I had done a few days ago. She gazed at me with a sadlook in HER face, and I became aware that this goddess in human form was 27 years old. I knew it the same way that we all know how in our dreams we sometimes seemingly just become aware of something. She said to me in a reply to what I had said, "Cane, I am going to destroy the world". I then got very upset and begged HER not to do this. She was angry and sad that I had been so jealous and had so much hatred in my heart for my brother Able. SHE then said to me how sad and angry that SHE was that I would do such a terrible thing. I continued to beg HER to give the world another chance. SHE then stared at me with HER beyond unfathomably beautiful eyes, and SHE blurted out to me, "CANE, because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a while". This is the last time that I ever spoke directly on this planet to the great SARAH STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. 2 quote lovely Demi Moore on that fantastic late-eighties movie that she was in called "The 7th Sign", or actually Father Lucci on the show who later played the murdering lawyer on the "L&O" TV-Show, but his true identity in the Demi Moore Movie was Pilot's gate keeper, Cardivillas or however it is spelled, when he said this 2 her, "THAT WAS NO DREAM". Nosir world, that was no dream, I was there, I was Cane, I know it as sure as I know I am now in 2022 on November 23rd and sitting here at me' county library typing this blog 4 all of U out there in Cyber-Village, that I was Cane 13,200 years ago, and THIS ABSOLUTELY DID HAPPEN TO ME, NO LOVELY DEMI MOORE, JUST AS WITH U IN THAT FANTASTIC SHOW OF 1988, IT WAS NO DREAM. If it wasn't for my begging the Almighty to not destroy the world after my murdering me' bro, then none of U out here would B here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of this would B here, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________ Yes I appear 2B all scatterbrained, lovely Mizz Terry of Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG, but I in real truth am no such thing. It all fits together, and my order to things are naut necessarily in a perfectly or imperfectly Bruce Daughters Pennock connectiveness to what you all may think is chronological. I exist as SOUL. I am NAUT in some damn chronlogy, and I see the events in a line of their own, lovely leaguing Amy-Louise, and not by a particular TIME ORDER! How I'll always remember me' Cooley Hall days when Bob McDowell, Bruce Pennock and myself were all walking through the back woods on our lunch break recess one day. We were on a back path behind the great school area on the north side of th eproperty. Suddenly Bob McDowell goes all Goofy and keeps saying to poor Bruce, "Hey Bruce, hey Bruce" and he saying this over and over until Bruce would finally answer and chime in with his exact words of "Yeah now what do U want"? Then Bob McDowell would repeat the same thing AGAIN, "You're my little dick in the mouth Bruce". This went on and on for at least eight times. I literally thought I'd futhermucking crack up, and when I got home I fell on my bed and belly laughed for a quarter hour, I swear to the goddess I did, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Cooley Hall was not that different however from all of the things that went down in my life, POST-SCHOOL. If I carefully examine and think on it seriously, it all patternizes and connects, but just what does it all leading 2? Well, this is what will begin getting explored after the damn THANX-2-GIVENS Holiday and most likely will still being explored and scrutinized well past the X-Mas and New Years Holidays as well. So chime in now Sir CF with your globally and maybe someday galactically famous "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!!! _______________________________________________________ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-----MAGNESONIC, scan for whoever or whatever caused my day to go nasty-ass BOTBAR yesterday, November 22, 2022. Use zero dimensional and atomic duplicational technologies. Hear my commands and orders via EITT, and use all general orders and coded general orders known as special orders that are pertenant to the accomplishment of the needed results. Your desire-key is being switched from normal-neutral-J position. On an I-2-D, A/B-TONE phasing punishment sequencing system, empower the image-object that is now on your transpower-block. Whatever happens to that I-O will then happen to the actual beings an dentities that have now crushed an dsinged under crush destruct-singe destruct-total destruct-D---E---S---T---R---U---C---T. MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, GO-189 maximum power order for setting on your power cosmogain control at 11.8 inches per nanosecond. G-1133 antihack order command, go to G-917, and STOP!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________ Yes, the great FBI threatened Helen Hariss's innocent 15 year old daughter so that she would not help me get to the bottom of my MILITARY-UFO-FORCE enemies back in late 2003 or early 2004 days while working at the great GP Company of Florence Township. So why do you guys all hate me so damn much, Mister Comey, kind sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? So WHAT DID I EVER DO 2 ANY OF U, YO YO YO YO ME' BRO???????? Misses Jones, you have a lovely daughter, oh Mister Cooley Hall Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me' mom's boyfriend, while I was residing at the great illustrious Dellway Arms apartments of all chain non-stolen days of me; past yo, came back from the Cherry Hill Mall one day wit me' mom shortly B4 my school year was about to start in the fall of 1969. He said to me, "Mark your new teacher looks exactly, AND I MEAN EXACTLY, like John Lennon". Well, maybe there was a 'vely vely vely' good reason for that, huh world? The joke of it was that I was so bunt tapping non-Amy-Lou screwed up in those times and days,m that I remember saying right back to Mister Sidney Cohen Crown, "Who's John Lennon"? Like we need Sir Chester-Frank to chime in, but hey, may as well freggin;' go 4 it, right? "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!! _______________________________________________________ *******END TRANSMISSION, YO*****