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Every letter in word
‘PRESIDENT’ is not in the WORD NAME-‘PEDERSEN’, BUTTTTTTTT, every letter in
PEDERSEN is in the word PRESIDENT.
Some things are
interchangeable while others are not. Just as being framed in life’s situations
can seemingly work much better in one direction but does not seem to allow a
whole bunch of two-way streets. In any event, I’ll try naut to ever drive down
Backarack Avenue the wrong and illegal way, either in Atlantica, or in Atlantic
City, in New Jersey-USA.
I am under the normal and usual daily MILIARY-UFO-FORCE (MILITUFORCE)
AREIRL DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING AROUND OR SHORTLY AFTER TEN OF THE CLOCK IN THE
MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING. This seems to be an ongoing recent thing of beginning at
this time and going into early afternoon somewhere. Late yesterday after eleven
or so, my bowels were again blown out by the Otammite’s. Again, OTAMM was
invented by me in 1988, “MEANING” (Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr). The wonderful awesome Copyright Office has all of these things that
back up and prove my claims in life. Milituforce or MILI-2-FORCE also expressed
in Morianity means MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, or as Mister Hall might chime in to say,
“FAWCE”. Yes last night and into this MOUUUUURNING, I suffered another major
‘CRAMPANA’ ASSAULT from my diseased sicko enemy Otammite’s. MAGNESONIC,
scanning my brain for all desires, wishes, and blog subtitles; you know what to
do with all of my wonderful and lovely peeps out here causing me these great
and wonderful blessed events, making my life so happy and worth living. G-1133,
and all other orders, general and coded general. GO-TO max-power order of
G-189, and STOP!
Without appearing too weird here and without any great 60’s show
endless parallels and Sigmund Malyska reflections, or beautiful young teen
actress starlets named Cathy Cody playing Carrie roles and speaking about
additional letters to young David TADD Henesy, I wish to make sure that anyone
who never read the beginning of the New Testament in the KJB due to their personal atheism beliefs, now read the very
beginning for just a short while, the start of the great Gospel of Saint Mataus
and naut in Cali-Kali, so let me just say MATHEW. First we are discussing the
twelve generations where the very start as well as the later generations are so
endlessly filled in all the rest of great scriptures, of things discussed all
throughout my Morianity Project for nearly 17-years now, YO. Also, a belly
laugh is soon to come without reading too far past the begat’s. You know those
great prophets saw our future, AND YES, READ
MORIANITY TOO. Come on folks, you have
to see it, it is all right there, cleverly yes, but it is all there along with
the chain trails and school bus rides to Cooley Hall. In any
event, magical “N” LETTERS are a major part of so many revelations. It is after
all the fourteenth
letter in the American-English alphabet, and 14 is such an
incredible number for me, am I wrong Shampoo 1980
girl????????? Not only was I fourteen when PHHH was naughty with me underneath
Mister ‘last man Harner’ pier one pier to the south away, AKA the Schiff’s
Central Pier, and then when my begat was 14, Mister Comcast HAHA’s, we all know
what went down medically, ‘taking our kids to work’ and other ‘stuff’ all notwithstanding.
TEE-HEE-HEE and all that ‘GUFF’, Mister Demi Moore. It is so sad that peeps
won’t listen to someone who has died ten times give or take, and toss me away
like other Patty-Garbage on great Law & Order TV-Shows. Many of us do write
great books, but mine of course must be kept endlessly obscured. WEEEEEEEEEE.
Still Mister Briscoe sir, the great GITYA TUNE from Blondie’s 1983 has a beyond
HUUUUUUUUGE set of built in hidden pieces to puzzles all their own. We can
always get back to James Rockford and those hard terrible rock-pounding
punches, and FILES!!!!!!!!!!
Julia White and Sat Narine, where to begin? My prior blog had a
wee bit of mind hacking while I was discussing the tale of Sat, his boss JW up
in Maryland, and dreams and NYC other son-in-law encounters in alternate 5th
dimensional locales, YO. B4 getting into those errors that anyone can see, mild
stuff like missing words or jumps into bus turns from seemingly missed or
unconnected stuff, we will get back to this Mister James Rockford, kind sir.
Let me remind folks that JULIA WHITE can jump into peeps and then make them do
stuff, and this is way more powerful than any freegan ordinary hypnosis. A TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON such
as Mizz White can fall asleep while
still awake and in total control of her DREAM DOUBLE, can make that
doppelganger which is the German word for DOUBLE, can cause women here in my
waking world to do vulgar and disgusting things to me, Patty and Paula and what
about the mathematics and year digit numbers. Patty was in 1969 and Paula was in 1996, with
the six and the nine in both cases being the same, MERELY INVERTED. Also let us examine the time of the year, as it was the end of June in both
cases, causing the birthdates of both of my daughters to be two days apart, the
27th and the 29th in the month of March, and month number 3-electrical. PEE as most of you know was
born in 1997, only this took place in an alternate part of the vastly
HUUUUUUUUGE fifth dimensional hyperspace, of all great NON-HIGH SCHOOLS all
over the place. But who is JULIA WHITE? You see, she does not live here. She
exists in one of infinite or many of infinite alternate dream-worlds. So our waking world to her is A DREAM, and one that a real powerful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON CAN INDEED TOTALLY CONTROL. Exploring just exactly who this Mizz
Julia White is and her exact world where she lives a real live human life can
be further explored later on folks, and of course, ABSOLUTELY WILL BE, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Carlisle in Pennsylvania-USA is a power-house story back in
those illustrious and incongruous nineteen-nineties. These beyond freaking
unfathomable times could never ever be fully and properly explored, not without
major assistance from peeps who trust and believe in me from numerous
disciplines such as Quantum Physics, psychiatry, sociology, genealogy, as well
as less known mathematical and scientific researchers into highly advanced
statistical analysis, and many other related topics to that. Ron Wirtz Senior,
an ADA in the nineteen-nineties at Camden County, New Jersey Office of the
Prosecutor, told me with absolute authority in the end of the year 1994, that
my problem all stem from a place in Pennsylvania, a city there by the name of
Carlisle, and their newspaper the Sentinel almost had David Roth and myself
arrested one day in late June of 1996 after we followed ADA-Wirtz’s advice and
took a road trip to this fairly distant city from our location. A few days after the
trip, Paula came over to my HIGHVIEW apartment and RAPED ME, as all of me’ Blogaudians
know only too well. The sentence that I just typed in, the hackers magically
made the word of “ALL” vanish from the text of this blog, but I happened to
just catch it. I do not have enough time to catch it all. Hey, if it wasn’t
Paula, then the girl who I saw in Atlantic City following the night in 1997 of
Lucky-Dice day and all great Teena Reese murderers everywhere Mister Dick
WOOOOOOOOLF, and cold killer mobsters; was an absolute double, and under SP
truth serum and polygraph, anyone at any time in legitimate authority testing
me will see that I AM SPEAKING THE TRUTH. If she didn’t, then you have an
absolute double, Mizz PEEKAY, non-FBI TODD and SIR DICK WOOOOOOOOOLF, YO
BRO!!!!!!!! But also in lieu of these things, why Ron Wirtz sent me to that mid-western
Pennsylvania city is anyone’s guess as it seemed to me to be nothing but a dead
end as well as an extremely unpleasant experience. When Dave and I drove back
into Jersey on that late June day, we went straight into the Pine Barrens, Sir
Pedersen. We parked in a remote spot and within five
minutes, a fleet of military choppers descended upon the car we were in at a
totally crash level and made a deafening thundering roar. After the assault ended, Dave looked at me and said, “God, what is this Baghdad. Who are you, Saddam Hussein?” Back in early 1995, the
great A&E CABLE-TV CHANNEL aired a documentary on the life of the great
disco singer, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer. It was originally to be aired shortly before I had copyrighted
my 1994 book, “The Permission Barrier”. When it was re-aired, it included all sorts of things that
IMHO had to be a direct result of the entertainment world reading my book at
the great LOC-Copyright Office. I mean Mister SWAP sir, gimme’ a bwake, YO.
Stuff like my book’s Colony Quna and her Aunt Oouna from where else but
Altoona, and on and on Mizz Carlisle. Believe me peeps, I could go on and on
but if I’ve not made my pernt with any of you, then I would never be able to do
that no matter if I went on and on and on for a solid week without quitting to
eat or sleep. Gimme’ a bwake willya Sir Archibald Queens.
For the past week now, the death angel, Sir Mortimer Mortino has
been off the dials annoying and horrendous. It is a non-stop endless freaking
barrage of high buzzing sounds. When I practice the Patty Hollister Fascitar or
the PHF as I occasionally call it now, when the trance takes me into a short
sleep followed by the great WAKING-FREEZE, as it is supposed to do; an
unpleasant buzzing sound comes while the freeze begins to come upon me. This is
because suddenly my mind for whatever the reasons behind it, goes into a type
of hyper-drive that quite naturally then compresses time itself and is sort of
an opposite effect of moving physically as matter through space and beginning
to accelerate in velocity closer and closer to the speed of light, 870 million
miles per hour, 11.8 inches per nanosecond, or more commonly known in the
measurement of 186,282 statute miles per second. So as I manage to actually
move through space around us at slower than the normal curves produced by the
celestial body ratios and complex effects to solar system background rads and
interplanetary magnetism, as originally calculated in many formulas done by the
famous Professor Al Einstein of Princeton University, and all other AI magical
letter combos; now it would appear that time around me actually dilates and
slows down rather than speeding up around me, so the death angel ‘MM’ and that
sound it makes around me all the time, would now be heard by me in this waking
freeze trance as about three or four octaves lower in pitch, which is exactly
the way that I do hear it while I am in that trance, every single time. In any
event, Weldon Saunders put me onto who this is back even earlier than the nineties
while employed at Titan Security of Delaware, and under the command of my
superior officer there, Captain Ron Hunter, who I believe was elevated in rank
during my time there, to Major. I discussed this man quickly on my Epitome of
Harassment Cassette Tape musical project in 1988, and maybe even again on my
following sequel to that one in 1989 just shy of my moving to 1102 Robin Hill
apartments for my third and final stay in that place over an eleven year
stretch of many ‘yo-yo-bounced around’ moves, and fast food employees who just
loved my 1988 dance tunes, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! “Ain’t life just so GRAND”,
ole’ Latengrate pal, Sir David Roth? I was mind-hacked while opening up the
prior blog and said that I had confused the X-tweet with Y-tweet blogs, and
obviously I meant to say and type in that I had confused the “X with the “W”.
“So sahwee” wonderful folks, and all gwate Jap-Ambassador’s!!!!!!!!
Now let me discuss the ‘John King
hose deal’ of September of 1996 in Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG. In 2000 as you all know so well, I resided at Jenny
Plageman’s trailer park that I now somewhat jokingly refer to as the Bonjovi
Gmail future prophecy address. It was in-between my short stoppage of my blogs
that year that were only just over two years in the making in those times. One
of those dreams was shortly after falling asleep, I found myself outside of a
place that resembled an old western town or at least maybe a movie-set of a
place such as that. My daughter was being interviewed by the pop-press and
going into some very interesting details, telling them how happy she was, and
how much she enjoyed her singing career. I was hot and thirsty and was outside
of some kind of small structure where the interview was taking place. There was
a horse trough or some similar thing, and I remember grabbing a connected hose
and cooling myself off with it and I remembered upon awakening that it was an
extremely hot day. But several years later, I swear to the goddess I am not
making this up, why the delay effect is anyone’s best guess, but it hit me like
a pink goddess RODD-GODD Star Trek lightning bolt. That hose and trough was the exact same thing that was indeed
on the beach that day when John Romano King told me to use it B4 coming back to
my car at his great almighty Atlantic City parking lot, or one of many of them.
Back then I told Mister King that I may not even go to the beach as I did not
think that any of this was one bit of his DAMN Bizz! He said the ocean was
polluted and insisted that I use that hose that day, and even after telling him
that I may not go anywhere but to a casino, he would not stop his inconceivable
assistance about it until I finally knew that I had better agree with him on
this, OR ELSE, AKA in much of my Morianity as ‘OR HELLLLL-SE’!!!!!!!!!! But
that hose and trough system in my power-house dreaming interaction up in 2008,
and NEARLY EIGHT YEARS FOLLOWING THIS WILD INCIDENT ‘AT THE SHORE’, oh Mizz Paula lovely
Patton, WO, was the exact, and I mean the
EXACT SAME THING down to an ‘N’th detail’, Sir Sidney Cohen non-Marcucci-Lennon
Crown of 1969. How could King know about a DREAM that I would have, lovely
Lizzy McGee nearly a decade B4 it happened, or my daughter and other peeps in
her orbit, well, there is always one magical way and Morianity appears t2B the
only one onto it, EXPLORATRONICS, and the mighty Mizz Julia White, the great
and beyond unfathomably awesome TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. As I told all of you over
and over on me’ Morianity, we all are Exploratron’s, and yes, we are soul, and yes,
we do travel. We all are focus shifted into somewhere and into something,
24-7-365. If AWAKE (here), then that is normal waking life. If we are not
conscious due to sleep, unconscious injury, or intentional trancing out; then
we are in other locales. BUTTTT, big ass BUTT folks, we indeed always are, because we EXIST and time is just a
powerful illusion, WE SIMPLY EXIST. This is what infinity means. Even without any magical
SYFY shows and great fictional radio stations with call letters of
Karge-Krassle-16, AKA ‘OUTER LIMITS-KXKVI’. Now electromagnetism is so
misunderstood even by the greatest minds of this time folks that words just
simply fail me here. When we take two magnets and hold them within their gauss
fields so that we can feel their pull, that same truth that is part of this
interaction is also the electrical current that we would feel should we touch a
live wire with electrical current. But what causes this and what is happening
has to do with things too complex, that is unless I make a few really cool
examples and tell it a bit like our wonderful SAR-JESUS would, you know, in
parables rather than cold hard direct truth. If you could force the planet
Earth to be crushed together by a factor of ten times, the distance between
Philadelphia and New York City would be about 9 miles, not 90 miles. Every
grain of sand and everything else in-between however, would now weigh ten times
more than it did B4, and all things would be ten times more massive than
before. Without worrying about complicated things in nuclear science such as
just how dense or crushed we can compress the individual atoms, known
scientifically as critical mass, we will stay simple here. If we crushed things
together enough, we could walk around the entire Earth in just a minute, or swim
for much of that time. Things even at that point would not be beyond the
nuclear critical mass where nothing more can be compressed without creating
nuclear fusion. But my point is that increasing density decreases mass and size
in a perfectly balanced ratio, and naut ration, although the ration of just how I attempt to make points and tie it
all together in a perfect non-Pennock correlation, is pertinent to all of this
indeed!!!!!!!!! What I am trying to tell you, and later I promise you that I
can make all of this make lots more sense than it seemingly does at this
present point of focus, great peeps, is some real secrets of Goddess Diana or as
any of you would just say, “ELECTRICITY”. It fascinates me that ‘electrici’ up
here in the north ends in ‘TY’ while south of our great non-trumped borders and
Amy Cooley ‘borderlines’, it ends in ‘DAD’. These things tell major stories as
well, but for today and right now, time is not gonna’ permit all of ‘that stuff’, Mister
Philadelphia Latengrate car salesman, Mister Bob Gagnus. I would feel the need to tell ten things for each new thing
I’d open up so I need not get into any of this stuff right now, Mister Bob. For
today, I only wish to remind those who either forgot about earlier blogs about
my Somerdale death house and electrically related experiences, or never knew it
as they may be newer viewers; concerning a power-house event that took place
over several nights that only I saw and witnessed, but it is real and it did
happen, and as I said, polygraph me, sodium Pentothal me, do whatever tome
Congressman Haddon Heights RA ole’ pal; you will then know that I am speaking
the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the damn truth, kind folks out here,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!! Just shy of my mother’s demise and assault from
Dogtown itself that took place around five in the morning on the day after
Christmas of 1997, on December the 26th, I would be walking in the
hallway of this home at 112 Harvard Avenue and right at the corner of Harvard
Avenue and Yale Avenue in Somerdale, in NJUSAESMWG; and BALL LIGHTNING appeared
to be literally floating along my hallway wall on the west side of the home.
She appeared to be following the electrical wiring of this home, and not in any
random way other than this. We will get back to this topic, as well as the
topics of direct communication with the electron or Goddess-Diana if you will,
and how it fits into many things that were happening to me at this time
involving two very dangerous witches both Christian named PAULA, one surnamed
king and another one surnamed Uwich. Paula Uwich insisted that the rock star
Toni Braxton and her friends were all in some wild conspiracy against me and I
never said one thing to her about music, recording stars, the RIAA musical
industry, or anything that in any smallest way could have given her the tiniest
hint to my connections with any of it. Still, the Halls Fawces wanted me to begin watching a television
show called “DARK SHADOWS” and beginning at the
very time where Count Andreas Petofi, played BY FUTURE Balboa-Rocky Movie star
Mister Thayer David, was about to begin using I-Ching to time trip up to 1969
from his time in 1897 to escape his enemy King Johnny Romano. We will delve much deeper into a whole HUUUUGE lot of stuff
that pertains to the bundling and grouping of all of these SOMERDALE TIMES
things and ‘stuff’ of great non-doghouses, Mister time tripper son in law of
all great Disney Michael Crichton peeps of my weirdo-Carrie life!!!!!!!!!!
Yesss-sir world; the moving into the death house in September of
1996 was all times so that I would use I-CHING on PEARL HARBOR DAY, the 7th of
December of 1996, and go visit SARAH on HER great magical street of either 10-SC Avenue, or Monolezarium Boulevard in SDK, who
can ever know beyond firedogs, lifeguard mascot jobs, beach sweepers, and other
wild junky nonsense that never quits for one damn minute Admiral 1986 Spock
Whales. In that wild experience SHE came right up to me right outside McGee’s
Bar and next to KING’s Lot or one of several of King’s great parking lots, and
SHE said to me, “Let’s play a game boy, called ‘Guess The Name Of The Guests”, and sort of a play on
words title. I later figured out a decade
later or close to it, that SHE was trying to carefully introduce to me in my
waking life, the reality of “TYPE
3-EXPLORATRONS” and characters such as magical
JULIA WHITE, who was from my so-called fictional
character in my 1994 book titled, “The
Permission Barrier”. But a lot more is also
part of this, great peeps out here; and we will get to all of those powerful
Rockford slamming punches, and IPYT. But right now, Mister SWAP, short for
Mister Steve WA-lgreens Parks, told me something a couple weeks ago that is quite beyond
far out and major. B4I get into it, please sir be at the park Tuesday morning,
five days from today. WE MUST SQUALK, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, according to
him, his dark-net-pals learned somehow that shortly after my meeting McGee at
his 10-SC Avenue bar back on February 7th in 1997 in Atlantic City,
and also following both of me’ very wild dreams that I had just recently
experienced at the death-house of Somerdale, one with the song “WSMT” which when abbreviated to use his words and naut mine Mizz
lovely AT&T Blake, almost
tries to shout out WESTMONT which is of course
where I lived when RED JOHN gave me that wild
magical motorcycle (MC) CHAIN, and
the deal with the coed student who shortly was to win the Publisher’s
Clearinghouse PRIZE PATROL thing B4 the great Super
bowl football game of 1997, by the name of K.J. McAllister, the name of nightmare fuel place in league with lovely
adorable wonderful awesome blessed philanthropist Sir Richard Karpf of Cherry
Hill, who made my life a living sub-titled-heaven
in late 1986 and into early 1987, as
well as the John King initials in reverse. I knew that was a phony deal and
would bet a zillion USD on it anytime and anywhere, my great BRAH!!!!!!!!!!
Then that other dream, the EDEN-dream, and we all know THAT WAS NO DREAM, father Cartivillas Lucci and lovely awesome Mizz Demi Moore. Now
while these dreams were all coming to me, including the song actually being
sung to me more realistically than if I were attending a Mariah Carey concert in 1997, and if these peeps on the DN are bringing an accurate
true tale to Sir SWAP, some friend of the family had a beyond powerhouse dream
of their own at this exact time. They actually called it a “beyond off the wall
psychic experience”. According to the report, this person actually woke up
singing MY SONG from 1983, the song that when abbreviated since it has quite a
lengthy title, called non-Blondie-“GITYA”. To quote Sir Jim Burr from 1975,
“They actually literally woke up singing my GITYA song”. However they sang the
melody of it, but naut the lyrics. It seemed that without any assist from lovely
great Aunt Mizz Maud Huntington Benjamin and any of her weird/o psychic
dreaming ‘potato teacups’ from 1935, to hear me’ sweet whittle mommy tell it;
this person woke up actually singing the music of this song but the lyrics went
as follows, and this comes straight from the mouth of a once active and now
retired great Manhattan Corporate Attorney. The danger would be so great, and
today would be too late, if we put the letter Chester back B4 the letter Billy,
or put the letter Glitter back B4 the letter Dice. Now things are beginning to
make a wee bit more sense as to why I was telling my high school classmates
while experiencing that non-induced time trip while residing at Highview
apartments back in 1996; that I had come from the actual following year from
where I truly was from, 1997 as opposed to 1996. So many things in the
following year were all so damn pertinent. First off, the mind is not trapped
in mind when we are not in waking states. Waves of the brain appear to be able
in sleep and non-normal-conscious modes, to be able to indeed transcend both
the 4th as well as the 5th dimensions, and actually these
two realms are not separable. Time again simply doesn’t permit a further
exploration presently with this, but that is what later times R4. Hey, the
great begat’s, followed by some wild and great Biblical laughs, just as long as
we use the Bible’s King James Version as I cannot promise other translations
will say the same exact things; but indeed it would take twelve generations to
ever fully discuss my incredible mind blowing Russ Thaxton Count Marcucci
family. U-C peeps, when I was 14 years of age, I begat my daughter and when she
was 14 years of age, she seemingly begat a great fantastic yet totally covert
medical career. Keep in mind that this was about two years B4 my life-altering
1986 hyperspace interaction experience in ATLANTICA, NJ-USA, but however we
crunch it all up and try to examine it all in the light of utter honesty and
open mindedness, it appears that (14) is quite a number, at least for the
MOUNTAINPEN (me)!!!!!!!!!!!! After-all, the ‘LETTER-N’, even though naut in my SAGA-MUD-1983-NAME, as is (M), and in
or out of Japan and famous ‘SO-SORRY’ war proclamations from
official Washington Ambassador’s, is indeed the 14th letter in the
great ENGLISH ALPHABET system, is it naut, lovely Mizz Blake of American
Telephone & Telegraph???????? Look, let me B quite frank in all of this
folks. I know that HALLS FAWCES can frame peeps and make it appear to me that
they R doing stuff 2 me that they actually R naut. Donna Summer is a fantastic
example, as I was once convinced she was vicious and had plotted to wipe me
out, and I learned that the forces had totally snow-jobbed me and made me see a
total ‘shullbit lie’. I do not have any absolute proof that my daughter has
done one thing bad to me and so I do not make such acclaim, I will not be
fooled by Halls Fawces, naut twice. I know she may in fact be being made to
look as though this is a lot more than it is. Still, something is happening.
Also another great argument here is based on another great thing spoken to me
right outside of the Walgreens Store in Mister SWAP’s nice air conditioned car,
and shortly after I first met and talked to him if memory serves me at all
accurately, late in the summer time of 2017. He said that if an enemy knows
that you think that they did something bad to you, when they didn’t; wouldn’t
it B2 their advantage to get U2C one way or another that this is false? I concur
with Mister SWAP a full 100+%, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! WELL, whether Sir RMN is a
crook or naut isn’t at issue right now, but what is me’ gwate folks is that up
to this very present second in chronology (time), not one person who I have
told on these blogs that are part of all of these things, have made the
slightest effort to tell me that I AM WRONG, now have they, great wonderful
world, I mean really, one must begin 2 wonder, right BRAH????????????? Yes
world, I believe that the Satanic Entertainment Industry is behind a lot of my
woes, and that most of the actual invisible push behind that comes from the left
spinning sub-atomic energies that remain endlessly totally invisible to the flesh
and blood peeps around me, me’ fellow citizens of the Earth. So they go on
laughing and mocking me, many of them. I’m beginning 2 get some major
space-bar-hacking. All of a sudden the spacing is naut properly functioning,
what, I’m supposed to just believe that all of a sudden, I’m freggin’ forgetting
to hit the space bar in-between me’ words. Gimme’ a break, CUZZ-DON!!!!!!!!! I
know that peeps are behind a whole lot of my ‘woe-whiz-me’s’, but I cannot ever
prove anything. Well, Mister SWAP seems to think we have something, maybe not
rock solid, but something worth going into litigation with. I will not say on a
blog yet against who or for exactly what, but I’ll put a few peeps at ease. It
is not family, nor is it anyone who has under three billion USD in declared net
worth on an official bank/investment balance sheet. You won’t get more out of
me right now, me’ wonderful Blogaudians, it is safer that way since I am
dealing with extremely dangerous and powerful SCOTT-RANSOME PEOPLE!!!!!!!! I
errored on a previous blog and said employer Scott Ransom, obviously you all
know that I meant 2 say EMPLOYEE. So-Sahwee YO.
Just as 3-4 can become 7-12 followed by 19-84 by using the
math-function dual-trick, another way to arrive at 84, just not 1984, is to use
the multiplication only of the numbers ‘7’ and ’12’. Why Diana thought telling
me things such as using this as well as number inversions such as 69 and 96,
and 80 and 08, and other things all along these same type of lines, is quite
complex and food for future blog-meals. When I invert the 12-7, you all know
the 7-12 comes up. Also, we all know what happened on these magical dates of
the twelfth of July on more than one year of me’ life, do we naut lovely Mizz
Blake? The night B4 Dawn pulled off a magical trick that would leave
Copperfield, Blaine, and Einstein quite impressed back in 2008, all happened on
the previous night on the lucky dice eleventh night in 2008’s great hot July,
Mister Master-Blaster Stevie Wonder, oh great sir. Dawn-Marie King had a magic
potion created by powerful cousins of the family, and I feel strongly that my
daughter was a part of it after remembering those great times of the ads with
the MACY CLUB. Like a big HUUUUUUGE great ‘WOW’, all great banks, trucks, and
pink goddesses. This event of pure wicked magic cost me everything. My escape
from this family of washcloth nightmares that I sometimes refer to in Morianity
as THAT FAMILY, and I did call them all by that handle even as far back as
those times where I was being sexually molested on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor,
NJUSAESMWG, at the age of fifteen and a half years. DMK managed to escape a
five year prison sentence, and was able to leave a mandatory rehab-clinic stay
in Secaucus, New Jersey. This is when I got that knock at my door at the
Bonjovi MMM-Plageman’s trailer park that altered my pathetic and pitiful life
forever, back around 8 or 9 in the evening, on the UN-LUCKY-DICE number of 11
July. It was Chicky or un-nicknamed Sir Lewis Laines and his mommy in-law, Mizz
Ann King Silva. We can always come back to these things, Sir power-punches
Rockford. I cannot believe the time, this day got completely away from me. I am
now in need of going home. It is just about dark outside and is half past five
in the damn evening YO. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
***END TRANSMISSION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN***
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