BTAT, CHAPTER 0006
Thursday, December 22, 2022 @
Blog start time – 2:51 Post Meridian
Well folks, without too many
horrendous things actually flowing all around me as is my normal life, and
believe me when I say that this is just an abnormal lull; but I am one totally
and wholly and completely (non-singularity), pissed off
human being right about now,
and yes world, I’ll indeed endeavor now to explain to you just exactly, and Sir
Sidney C. Crown, I do “MEAN EXACTLY” YYYYYYYYY, and no, naught you Jimmy Camden
high School graduate back
when I sent those tunes in early 1985 somewhere, to the great and illustrious
United States Copyright Office LOC (Library of the Congress). Do it CF,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!I have spent the last couple of 24 hour Earth-Periods,
known here as days, reading my 2022 blogs several times in their completeness.
I MEAN here, from my first one after more than two years without blogging, on
September the 20th and up through the 22nd day in the
following ‘devil-month’ of good-ole’ October, YO. Also allow me to be Richard Millhouse Nixon President #37
“PERFECTLY CLEAR” in my meaning, as peeps, this is more important in order
for my entire to make sense than anything, and yes, speaking of this present
time X-mas season, that could ever be spoken by the world famous author Mister Charlie Dickens and his fictional buddy, the Phase-4
entity named Sir Jacob Marley. I may not be ‘deader than any damn proverbial doornail’, but someone
out here in the blogger-Community, on the second date of this between-period
that I just mentioned here, absolutely made the attempt to cause this nearly
seventeen year blogging project known by many simply as “THE BOM”, to
be every bit the reflected image of Marley’s doornail, and I fail to see how so
many of Earth’s populous cannot see the JARICK come naught only to life here
Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, but come shooting out to all of us instantly in a
HUUUUUUUUUGE non-Bernie Sanders BALL OF FIRE, without one wee bit of help from
any Irish glens or musical Glenn’s from 1980. Gimme’ a damn bwake willya Mister
Ziggy 1969 Malyeska, YO BRAHHH!!!! My story is true and totally real, you all
know it, and yes, I am only a flesh and blood human being and thus I make some
mistakes and yes I do get mind-hacked, call it whatever you wish to as to me
folks, this argument is purely damn ass semantical. So is all of the argument
with mental illness, great highways, airplanes flying due east from great
Jersey air bases, matching names of characters in my life on TV-shows as well
as in world famous Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and even 21986 accidentally
spoken musical intros, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!! Yes folks I can ramble on
quite incessantly and you don’t need this, any more than lovely lightning in
her human form back early in 1983 when she failed to properly operate my
‘Privecode’ machine one day, and then ‘her true identity kicked’ in, and permitted her to call me, even when no
other “ELECTRICITY” was online to make my phone work, and yes world, the entire AT&T knows the story to this day and also the great © Office has it documented on cassette tape, since I
made all of this a part of the musical project, as I did three musical projects
in 1983, and copyrighted them. It is all on older blogs where I cut and pasted in the actual ©
Office forms from online showing author Mark Wayne Mohr, ME, and even the
Disney-Crichton connection
and even further proving my son in law-X being a part of all of it as well,
even years B4 he met my daughter in human waking world ordinary-reality. Folks,
these things all really happened, and anyone of U out here can wish
or hope or endlessly insist that it didn’t, but that changes absolutely
freaking ass NOTHING, NO HOW, YO, and maybe Stevie Wonder someday B4 he leaves us all, can shed some
light on stuff. Who can ever know such things unless and until they truly go ‘JOE
SIVO-RPL’ down? But yes world, getting back off this lightning tangent, and onto the original pernt here Mister Bunkerqueens sir, I reread all of my 2022
stuff, from its inception on the damn ass twentieth day of September up through
the 22nd day in October, and I read it in a full attempt to be an ordinary person who for
whatever the reason/s, is indeed following the BOM. I tried to see all of my
junk as total crazy nuttiness, and you know what, I can even see things as a
regular person who is laughing and reading and absolutely naught believing the
story, Mizz AT&T Blake. Even when this is taken fully into consideration
here, one thing stands out so utterly completely and sadly. It really cannot be
missed. After
all my tears and woe-whiz-me’s here, someone or some group of people in a
heartless cruel and quintessentially uncaring way, had only one thing on their
minds, “let’s throw this futhermucking butt-wipe off this blogger-web-site.
That is all, no sympathy for me whatsoever BREEEEEEEE!!!! And then world, you all wonder why your
planet is so totally ass beyond trucked up, and shot to full out Dogtown, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! Hey, on the same damn ass token folks out
here YO, you see that they really do have the motive to stop this, right great
wonderful peeps out here???? They can destroy me’ entire damn ass life and be
happy and have happy wonderful holidays, leave me in the goddamn mud to
endlessly scratch for dog crapola, and while ruthless enemies were doing me in
continually and constantly 24-7-365.24219, and as long as their lives are happy
and blissful, and getting entirely away with it because they are great folks
and while I am just a damn registered and certified kooky crackpot nut case; that IS ALL THAT COUNTS,
BROTHER, THAT AND ONLY THAT, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Folks to speak in your language here
for just a damn ass moment, this is why if for absolutely no other mother
trucking reason, I do believe in HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! If peeps like this don't go
to Hell, then there is no Hell and Ronnie Reagan is entirely correct. This is why this great incredible cool dude
has claimed on national television that he has no fear
of burning there throughout eternity. You go Ronnie!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem here me’ great peeps, is that there
really truly are items such as a Santa Claus, a Virginia Avenue, a ‘401 KRASSLE’,
an Atlantic City, a DARK SHADOWS TV-show, and my current nightmare hellish
reflections and BOM’s, with all of their
meanings, and numerous
other secretly coded endless junky bull slit on steroids! Just wishing them
away is utter nonsense, yet most of you are doing just that and then claiming
that I am the one with the mental illnesses here, fulfilling the great areal prophecy
of all great highways at night such as New Jersey’s famous #295 late at night
in rest stop areas of the early nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO BRAH!!!! We can all
hate it when a loved one is diagnosed with terminal cancer, and we can hate it
when we are wronged, or when we get ill, or see a loved one die in a car crash,
and on and on. But show me how naught believing the reality of the event Mizz
1983 Blake mahm, is going to help one damn thing, and I will copy your idea of
doing it, you all, as well as my wonderful latengrate mother too. She loved her
damn ass head games, as she called them. Me, I hate this crapola and I refuse
to participate in that kind of worthless junk. All I am saying with all of this
seemingly endless rambling as many may see these long winded statements made
here today by the Mountainpen, is that I have terrible rotten enemies, they
have ruined my entire life, and they think it is funny and that I am just
worthless trash and don’t count at all. I am to be endlessly abused, used, stolen
from, and then forever tormented, tortured, and tossed away into a burning
freaking garbage can, while they all picnic around me, and laugh brutally,
harshly, and ruthlessly. These peeps are total monsters, this SPACEFORCE, these Mili-2-force OTAMMITE enemies, or whatever any of
you out here would ever choose to call or label this group from HELL
(DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, I have reread the stuff from
2022 starting as I said on computerized dating system of from 09-20-2022 right
through 10-22-2022, and yes, we
sure can spot one thing without even getting into anything else that follows,
and yes a lot of stuff surely does follow, YO. I have even discussed this I
believe, in many somewhat near-recent blogging texts. I know back in 2020 I
talked about it, and B4 that year as well, YO BREEEEEEEE!!!! The preponderance of (2’s) and it is very real for me, and all my life, if too many two numbers
are part of something, it normally tells me to
proceed with extreme freaking caution, YO GREAT PEEPS, or me’ Morians, Lessians, and
In-Betweenians. Well, Morians anyway. But going a tad wee bit beyond the
subject of too many two’s, if I were one of those peeps out there in
Cyber-Village following these blogs, and also were active evil enemies of the Mountainpen; I admit that I too/two/tow would indeed be quite damn worried, more
honestly, I would be scared oudda’ me’ damn ass wits. No peeps, let me rephrase
this a bit here and say that I would be petrified and more than filled with
anxiety for the potential things that seemingly are about to be said on these
wild blogs, and what the entire bloody mess would then all lead up to
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!! Hey folks, even labelled-crazy people do have some legal rights
to get goddamn justice, here in America. We all know that my music and numerous
groups of intellectual property has been stolen from me by big time people who
are 100% name recognized, and that my stuff was legally protected by government
institutions, and yet ‘STILL’, Detective Briscoe
Sir, I was totally screwed. The BG LOST LOVE
Song rip-off is only one prime example. It is the best one since a real music-attorney
in Center-City Philadelphia, and who was well known back then in the Recording Industry Association of
America (RIAA), actually had their song pulled off of a hot-100 billboard music chart in 1980, while a short litigation proceeded. But adding just ‘two’
other names to my musical rip-off list, would come Frazil and West in the
country music scene, ripping off my Spirit Peace song from 1975, Shaniah Twain’s huge rip off in 1988,
of my recently copyrighted song called “Dreaming Dream City”, and if we had sufficient time, and I wished
to add on a tiny bit less than direct and absolute plagiarism here, believe me
when I say that the list easily goes beyond a dozen more names, and all name
recognized musical artists from present and earlier musical eras. Getting back
to the topic and finishing it out, of carefully perusing and analyzing my first
blogs of alphabet tweets from ‘A’ through ‘O’, it is mind boggling for anyone to see how
I do not have a legitimate beef-gripe here, with many powerful peeps of this
wonderful wuvwee damn ass world,
so a merry X-mas to all of you
too, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT-BUT-BUTT-BUTT-BUT-BUT all great 2010 and
2022 SLC, Flower-Land Library hacks, allow me to tell you that when the hacks
don’t make me give up and quit as it did with poor Mizz Anita Hill, according to the letter that she wrote to
David Roth that he shared with me, regarding her hackers screwing with her,
because she had her own powerful enemies when she took on the great powerful
system; perhaps her enemies were named by her, the OTAAH’s. Well with me it is
the OTAMM’s or I just say now, the damn ass Otammite’s. When the great awesome FBI stops me from
obtaining help and assistance, in a perfectly honest and legal way, to get to
the bottom of my OTAMM enemies, lovely Mizz Hill, well; that tells me all that I
could ever need to know about so many things, and that’s a damn ass
quote here, right from a now retired NYS Corporate Attorney, and who I now call
and refer to him as and by the code-name of Sir Swap!!! Yes great people out
here, a couple weeks ago, back on a Tuesday, at the local town park near the
inlet, and the mighty non-Ramsey ‘EWF’ Lewis (Hutchinson Island), the great
retired man of wild information, clued me into a whole lot of big time stuff
that I would naught, Mizz Blake, right now in my weakened state in life, SO
MUCH AS TO DARE GET INTO; other than to say one thing here just to perhaps
cheer and merry up some folks for the holiday, as they have done for me and to
me now for nearly four straight decades of time now, YO YO YO!!!! He promised
me on his first born, that something positive for me will come out of this, one
way or the other, as long as he doesn’t drop dead, and he is reasonably healthy
and only takes medication for slightly elevated blood pressure. He was a very
active sports participant right up through his first several years in Florida,
golf, tennis, swimming, jogging, the whole goddessdamn smack!!!!!!!!!! Let me
now get onto my day yesterday which one good thing did come out of the
otherwise bad situation, thus allowing the day to barely yet legitimately
escape from a rating on my life-charts as a BOTBAR day, YO ME’ BRO!!!!!!!!!! As
of today there were other numerous December-2022 close calls but naught total
BOTBAR-DAYS, and only actually 3-MAJOR BOTBARS, a fairly nice current
percentage on this 22ns day, 3:22 is livable. Believe me, mathematics is real,
it is king and god, it truly is, and it tells me that there is only a three
percent chance that within the remaining days in this month-12, there will be
some really truly nasty-ass HUUUUUUUUGE clinkers for me, if that is, we alter
an interchange this musically, in our MEANINGS that is!!!! WOW THAT. Let us
discuss yesterday now folks, and this is why the parallel event ‘god&king’
math parallel event, brought the Dow Jones Averages way up yesterday. A child knows this is all real and it has
dogged me now, it has naught ‘doooed’ me, but it has most trucking definitely dogged me now
for more than three dozen years. The story had to do with my trip to my local town Walmart Store
yesterday, Wednesday, December the 21st, and yes the day of the
mighty winter 2022 into 2023 solstice. This was me’ granny’s most fave day of
the year, she was I believe naught only born on that day in the late eighties
or early nineties of the nineteenth century, but she loved it because it was
the longest night of the year as she would call it when I was a small child of
between about age five and age nine B4 she ended her current dream here in
mortal life where I knew her as the 5th direct grand-daughter of the
world famous uncle-Sam, AKA Samuel Huntington, and one of the great American
founding fathers. Her name was Grace Isabelle Huntington until her marriage to
me’ grandfather which is the Mason and the Eastman lines and branches to this
family. Here goes the tale of my day on Wednesday AKA yesterday, but without
one tiny wee infinitesimal bit of assistance from an old Cooley Hall
special-education school teacher named Richard Marcucci, well, you in the world
who refuse to believe my tale may call him Mister Marcucci. I know who he was
and I further know that shortly after I copyrighted me’
DEMO-SONGS in 1980, and a month
or so after moving into the Robin Hill Apartments, I would bet right now every
little thing I own, and I would bet a million dollars of borrowed ‘mob-money’
as well, that he was about to telephone me at 1802 as
1980 grew later into the autumn times, to tell me everything. This is why the security guard Sir Mark
Chapman went onto kill him, at the behest of my governmental alphabet soup
enemies, to mind control him into stalking and shooting him in NYC that day. I
know all of this as surely as I know that the head office for the FBI is in
Quantico, and that the head place in Maryland, good ole’ Maryland, Mashell
lovely RPL lady, for the National Security Agency is in Fort Meade. I know what I know,
but unlike my beyond-talented daughter, I will still never make the claim that I know THAT I know, as only Pink-Rodd-GODD-Goddess
would ever
dare to say such a bold thing, even in great musical works of HERS! So let me now get to yesterday, and Walmart,
and yes, even without any songs about YESTERDAY’s, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! WEEEEE.
I recently received a new benefits-card from my Human medical insurance
company that is all part of a Medicaid system called Medicare Advantage. All poor and elderly peeps have
these benefits, and yes, despite some real pricks who work for some agencies
who attempt to pick on us such as that horrendous monstrous dude who I spoke
with some time back while trying to get my internet program in operation.
Back to the tale of yesterday as we all know that any topic that I begin, has
the immediate potential to go sidetracking off into virtually unlimited side
tangents where so much interrelated stuff is so connectable in my life. So here
I am yesterday without any beetle bugs or other Beatles around at least that
were observable by me, and I was attempting to use my ‘December food bennies’,
and had the amount on my food card, only it would not go through, because I had
recently received my 2023 new card that places a 150 dollar total benefit on it
as I described back earlier on this blog. They thought I would figure it out
automatically to use the new card that came in the mail, and that I had just a
couple of days back, activated for use after New Year’s Day arrived. So already
on my new food-card was my fifty dollar-benefit. I even had the new card with
me right in me’ trusty whittle damn ass wallet. Still peeps, I never thought
this is what had happened, and so I had to go out of pocket to buy the food, or
else leave it and go home. I wanted to have the stuff, so I used my Walmart MasterCard Capitol-1 credit card. At least the damn bill won’t come in for
nearly a month. I am very familiar with their billing cycle, and when it does
come, I won’t have a due date until well into early February of 2023 most
likely. The day would have gone BOTBAR if not however for one thing that
happened directly following paying for my food. First of course, I don’t lose
the benefit, merely need to be sure and use the card on or B4 Donna Summer’s birthday, 12-31, or should I say rather, the LATENGRATE
Mizz DAGS???????????? Also,
right practically at the foot of the checkout area is the Walmart vision Center. So
when I decided to check out another thing, first my food, and then whether or
naught Mizz lovely AT&T 1983 Blake, I could use their service when I have both
Type-2-Diabetes, as well as cataracts in both eyes; they said ABSOLUTELY I CAN BE HELPED THERE, I thought they would say no
as they are not a regular doctor’s office. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT lovely MO, and all MO’s in fact; both the Milituforce Otammite’s as
well as beautiful gorgeous muscles Monique from me’ daut’s great 2009 movie
project; and now the extra good news was that they now give the green light for
a free eye exam for my type of health insurance, the Humana gold---+ Plan. So the lenses were sixty smacks since I get regular non transition
lenses with only the far-vision one piece lenses making them the lowest price,
and they sell nice and I mean really nice frames in a nine dollar basket. I
look better in them than the pair costing me two hundred bucks from two damn
ass years ago at rotten Dock Moll’s crap-hole place. So for 69 dollars, I got
new glasses and on top of that the doctor is really cool, and we hit it off big
ass super hyper time, YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHH!!!! He has the same name as our
great Flower-Land governor who did grow on me and I admit that normally and
extremely rarely do I say a lot of things positively about any republican in
office, but governor Desantis is a hell of a great guy, and I cannot believe
that I am saying this. My early blogs show you all how I was ready to totally
hate his guts after he first got into office and after that horrible monster
who hurt me personally, crooked damn ass billionaire Rick not Ricktown Scott. Still, I really do dig me’ new I-dock, and plan to keep him
permanently, and even if my
insurance cancels him at a later date. I’ll always find a way every year if
necessary, to come up with the exam fee that presently is holding around eight
sawbucks. So for seventy bucks to the dock, and another fifty or so lost to me,
by my not using the right food-benny card, since activating my new card killed
the old one, totals up to about a little under 130 smackeroos. I’m shocked that
I just had to add that word to the dictionary so as to remove the red wavy little
spell-checker lines from the word-program, I thought everyone used that
expression. Guess I’m futhermucking dating myself AGAIN, doctor Shriner-Mohr
from 1971 and all teary eyed maternal train trips shortly thereafter. Hey, I
put the money on my credit card and in early February, I will pay off the
balance. I never carry balances. Naught with these rip off interest prices that
our wuvwee banks and creditors charge us. Hey YO, you can all be suckers if ya’
wanna’, butt naught me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Peeps who pay the interest
rates of these times when they do not have to because they get too high into
their damn ass credit card debt, well, I will pray for you on a daily basis, it
is naught gonna’ get better for the non-millionaire and or super wealthy’s, all
of us average peeps, you and me; not by a long
shot. It is only gonna’ get far far far far far
far freggin’ worse, YO!!!!!!! IPYT, lads and lassies out here. Mark my words. The wealthy peeps will keep
draining us dry year after bloody ass year, until there is absolutely nothing
left for any of us, and we will actually go back to the old world system of
slavery or slavery in disguise with nobles and
surfs, the old English ‘caste system’ as we would call it many centuries ago,
and me, I won’t put the truck up with this, naught without a major damn ass
fight, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! So many doubt me and my words even after
seeing so damn ass much, it is ridiculous Mister Mack Kaiter and yes, I said
that, not him, I always seem to reverse this when I am blogging, but it was me
who said that at the great CAMP CHESAPEAKE in where else but bloody ass
Maryland, YO????????????????? So many damn ass mind hacks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So without a penny out of pocket now, and about a
little over 130 bucks needed to be spent in early February on my MC-bill, oh
boy, endless JARICK that refuses to ever damn quit huh folks, I managed to keep
yesterday, beetle-less and botbar-less, YO folks!!! Still Lenny B. Sir, on or
off of great streets in NYC such as Madison Avenue; how can you all not see the
most powerful futhermucking slit that happened on this damn ass Earth-Planet
since the birth of our SAR and SAVIOR, LORD JESUS, more than 2,000 years
ago???? I speak of a wild night somewhere in the middle of the final and
twelfth month of December in the year of 1969. How in all good conscience and
true honesty can anyone not believe my 1969 story with the chain dream, the
following awakening truth and proof, and then the mighty sky writing sign and
warning from the SPACEFORCE? Well, was it the SPACEFORCE who warned me or is it
the same force or just what is really happening here might be the truly
important question for all of us to ask here and now my wonderful as well as my
naught so wonderful peeps out here?
B4I go on too much, the library closes at 8 and it is now 18 past 6 and
there is a problem that has just occurred regarding the internet connection for
the entire system here. Someone may be trying to prevent me from getting my
stuff up but at least I won’t be totally screwed as I have my blog all saved on
my whittle flash drive and if I need to return on Friday, oh wait a minute
goddamn it, the place shuts at 8 and won’t be open until Tuesday for the
goddamn holiday, so I may be screwed until then. I had a lot to tell in the
next hour but I am now nervous as I really do not wish to wait until Tuesday to
be able to post this damn ass shamonga-vonga. I am super botbar now, the
internet is done and I won’t be able to mother ******* post this until goddamn
Tuesday. Even Starbucks, according to the library peeps, won’t be able to help me
and so the only positive out of all of this, is that now my entire blog did not
become casualty-#3, as my
other two so far have gone the way of the SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITES. See what I mean about math being frikkin’
god & king? I told you that a 3:22 is way too good and a lot of crapola is
right around the corner, well just from an hour or so ago now YO, we now
altered that number to 4:22, a major MPB difference, 300 divided by 22 verses
now the 400 divided by 22 brings us to a much greater mother ******* Magnetic
Percentage Botbar.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM----Magnesonic:
GO TO ALL
GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ALL TECHNOLOGIES, AD AND ZD. EMPOWER AFTER YOU
SCAN AN I-O THAT HAS BEEN CREATED, TO THEN BE PLACED ON YOUR T-B FOR
EMPOWERIZATION. YOUR DESIRE KEY SETTING HAS BEEN PLACED FROM THE NN-J POSITION
TO THE ’I’ POSITION. USE ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. ALL ENEMIES CAUSING ME
THIS BOTBAR DAY AND WIPING MY ENTIRE LIFE OUT, HARASSING ME WITH NEVER ENDING
HEALTH ATTACKS, AIR ASSAULTS, UTILITY STRIKES, NEGATIVELY INFLUENCING AKK OF
THE PEOPLE AROUND ME ALL THE TIME SO THAT NOTHING EVER WORKS OUT FOR ME IN
LIFE, AND ALL OTHER NEGATIVE THINGS DONE TO ME BY TH ESPACEFORCE
MILITARY-UFO-FORCE OTAMMITES SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986 ARE TO BE
TOTALLY CRUSHED, WIPED OUT, AND FOREVER WRECKED, RUINED AND ABSOLUTELY
DESTROYED. COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ 2 ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING
SYSTEM, EMPOWER NOW THE IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS CRUSHED AND SINGED ON YOUR
TRANSPOWER BLOCK. MMMMMMMMMMM, G-189 MAXIMUM POWER ORDER, AND
S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!
According to the library staff, as of now at 6:40 PM, the ‘IT’ peeps are
doing a routine maintenance deal, and maybe
the system will go back on during the final hour of the library from 7-8 this
evening. I was not planning to be done anyway until
close to half past seven, but I am doubtful that this will come back as someone out there does not want it to. If I am wrong, great; but I rarely goddamn
am wrong, and you all know this kind folks. Well go ahead and mother *******
say it Chester-Frank, YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
Yes here we go again, when did the internet go down? Just as we were
about to mother ******* embark on the 1969 story of the chain, and the dream, and
the entire damn ass mess with the jet vapor trail asterisk, and the symbolic
representation of that to being censored up here in 2022 on this very blogged,
stopped in other words, just as a down internet does, it too has stopped me.
Think about this and so much more, all of you endless goddamn doubters out
there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Remember how Russel Thaxton, my old Cooley
Hall schoolmate, magically came over to visit with me at my Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG
apartment, on that very late night when he was drunker than all get out at the
tender age of fifteen years. It seems that an Olivia Benson job had just gone
down in his life, for all of you fans and viewers of the great “Law & Order-Special
Victims Unit (SVU)” television show, where this particular detective is the result or “the product of a
rape”, after her mother was raped at a college one night by some type of a food
delivery person. In the case of this young lad, he moved from his grandparents’
home a few blocks from my apartment over to Haddonfield in NJUSAESMWG not far
from Cooley Hall, into a home of doctor and Misses Goodfellow. The marriage was
a wee bit on the rocks as we used to say in those days and times. So one night,
Misses Goodfellow, who later on became Misses Thaxton, went into Russel’s room
late one night and he then awoke to her giving him a blow job. After this, he
found some Vodka or other type of similar hard liquor in the kitchen cabinet of
the home, as he told me later on that night, and he drank an entire fifth, the
whole damn bottle, and these were his words that I remember perfectly well now after
53 years have ticked by, practically to the very day. I cannot swear by it, but
I think that the reason he came by so late even though it was a school night as
I told all of you about on my earliest blogs from ‘06 and ‘07, not worrying
about my mom being home, is due to the normal Christmas break that school kids
all get off and is sometimes referred to as the winter-vacation. In any case, I
ended up telling him my entire story of my wild Atlantic City experiences and
how I’d written a book called BOB or Book Of Beach really meaning book of the
beach or my experiences at this particular beach in Atlantic City right there
at Ziggy’s Jetty. He then after I shared a lot of truly unfathomable crap with
him as well as the very recently experienced chain-dream and the way it all was
true and then came that wild asterisk jet trail that following morning two
hours later on the school bus ride into Cooley Hall, and he ended up telling me
that I needed to burn the book and forget about all these people B4 it is too
late, advice I should have taken completely perhaps, but instead, only some of
it was taken as I permitted him to burn the BOB BOOK. We lit a fire in some
safe metallic container and tore the pages out and burned them all to ashes,
just like the shortly to follow Leviathan Book being burned in the great early
1970 Dark Shadow TV-Show plot with the new actor, and the other “PENNOCK” sir
Christopher Pennock playing the part and character of the head leviathan,
Mister Jebez Hawkes, the mythical creature (20) without a soul. Just to prove I’m
a nice guy to the great HALLS FAWCES, rather than say a zillion other things, I
am going to quit and go home, the internet IS BACK ON, and
hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I will, beginning on
Tuesday in the final week of 2022, be getting a lot into some real heavy hard punching
stuff. The entire 1969 dream with Sarah for starters, then the details to when
we were together at the 2nd part of the wild dreaming-interaction,
in her great shop. This shop exists here in waking life and I bought a pail and
shovel beach toy there at age 10 and again at age 11. The great and mighty know
it all, Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler owned a hotel called the Bolivar, and
the shop may have been inside on the bottom floor, but she kept insisting back in
1997 when I would speak to her over the phone upon several occasions that the
shop was on the south side of the street, and I know for absolute positive sure
that it was naught, it was on the damn NORTH side of 10-SC Avenue. All of these
seemingly unimportant things have major and incredible cosmic significance that
we can begin tackling at future times, great peeps out here. For right now
folks, I am only saying this one thing about the ending part of this wild
experience after SARAH had taken the chain out of my hands on the beach and we
now were in HER shop. SHE placed it into the middle dresser drawer of a three
dresser drawer system, and the very same one owned by myself that was in my
bedroom in my Oaklyn apartment and the same one that I had until my mother died
in early 2000 B4I moved out of Guthrie Shorts mansion in blue Anchor, NJ-USA
and into the magical Bonjovi future g-mail address of MMM in Mullica, NJ-USA
into Lot #10 trailer. She spoke some wild things to me in that short time where
she had the chain still in HER hands and was about to place it into the drawer.
I want to get into a whole lot of stuff, but it’s 20 past 7 now folks, and
without any astral and mythical locations, alternate meanings, firings, daut’s,
or anything else, I do need to post up and clear oudda’ here, YO. BYE-BYE for
now brown eyed girl and cow, Callio KALI------“OH”,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF
THIS TRANSMISSION!
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