BTAT--CHAPTER 0038

BTAT—CHAPTER 0038 Tuesday, February 28, 2023 BEGIN TRANSMISSION TIME: 7:45 Post Meridian Lots of extremely strange things are going down around me here today, Mister 1980 coworker Sivo, sir. Permit me to explain and elaborate a wee bit further, okay Uncle Heinz Greatbanker Heinz G? Someone just called me and hung up one minute after I was setting up this blog at 7:46. While watching some news on ABC-ROKU on a local streaming-box for the local Palm Beach ABC News Outlet station called the Haystack System, and with my computer turned completely off, suddenly the icons of my computer just appeared for under a minute or so, and a rectangular shaped dialogue box showing something that was updated, and then it just poofed off as quickly as it poofed on, and now when I did actually activate the system in order to write this blog on my Open-Office program, none of this was on the screen. ButTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT &BUTT FOLKS, and WOMO & Muscles-MO-2009; the big story here and yes Mike Soft Spellchecker heredahelda too, is what transpired at the Melody Lane SL County Public Library a few hours ago, oh great peeps out there in Cyberville, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! B4I do get into thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica AMC-Luccisnakes from 1983, permit me Uncle HG, who really was me' CUZZ and naught me' UNK, oh lovely Mizz AT&T glittering 1983 BLAKE from the phone company's then “Caller Annoyance Bureau”; let me tell you that even with the internet chord being unplugged and unattached to the Comcast Modem device, two strange things have happened so far with me' ole' twustworthy cum-PUKE-her (computer)!!!!!!!!!!!! First, trying to draw a separation line by making some repeating 'minus keystrokes', and then hitting my ENTER-KEY, did not work to do it; and I had 2 engage numerous tricks and make a lot of various attempts B4 it did finally work. Then the type of paragraph that goes all the way from one side to the other, and that spaces the words to fit perfectly all in-between; worked in a crazy way, with the flashing line pointer on the screen going in antimatter-mode in reverse from right 2 left. I ain't frikkin' imagining any of these damn things peeps, nor making any of this stuff up, and I swear that on the blood of Jesus Christ and on my eternal salvation. All of my claims made herein are true to the very best of my ability 2C and 2 recognize truth, so 'HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP' me Goddess SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the paragraph-type flash-pointer om the screen-monitor is operating within normal parameters again, and so is the line making programing function that's automatically built into the open-office and most word-program systems on any computer devices available 4 purchase, laptops, phones, tablets, whatever Congressman and ole' pal from 1975-1980, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 the really HUUUUUUUUGE action news morianity-story here, GREAT PEEPS: I got 2 the goddessdog library today 2 do a short blog in a quality coded cut and paste word-document, only when finished and I posted it up, and as all of U know fully well by this point in Senatorial Watergate Time or 'SWT' 4 a shortened freaking abbreviation folks, IT DID NAUGHT CODE PROPERLY, just as if I was back home here where IT DOES NAUGHTCODE PROPERLY ON THE BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE FROM A WORD-DOCUMENT SYSTEM, and now only one explanation exists until and unless someone out here can and will prove me wrong about it all: SOME PERSON, PERSONS, GROUP, OR GROUPS, AGENCY OR AGENCIES; “WHATEVER ROBERT ANDREWS SIR”; is PLAYING SOME DEMONIC EVIL FUTHERMUCKING GAME WITH THEMOUNTAINPEN, making him right on the edge 4 committing goddessdarn suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whatever it costs me, whatever I have to do, whoever has done this to me is in VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL FREAKING RIGHTS, A CRIMINAL ACT, AND I WON'T REST UNTIL THEY R PUNISHED AND IMPRISONED, IF I HAD MY WAY, THEY WOULD B PUT SLOWLY 2 DEATH FOR THE SLOW TORTURE AND SLOW EVENTUAL DARN BUTT MURDER OF ONE MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR! This is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, an official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably to mind now, spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played originally on the show as Mister Jason McGuire,and is now back and playing the part of Mister Paul Stoddard. He was in the same approximate nightmare situation that I've found myself in once awakening from slumber one late morning in 1986 on the 15th day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of great TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis Patrick. He was discussing in the Collinwood mansion, or in my Flower-Wing of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called, 'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who seemed to want something from him, only he was totally clueless to exactly who they all were or even what exactly these diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collin's character, although several other show characters also reflect my various problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show, so as 2B able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW 2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”, there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN, and allow me please 2 now explain 2U all just what that is:!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is that my BOM-BLOG-STATS R currently through the roof as a result of all of this hellishness. Again with Dave Roth's “They're just doing us favors” Syndrome, YO GREAT FOLKS OUT THERE. Close to 200 daily hits recently, and I was lucky 2B getting a third of this B4 that. WOW, THE INTERNET IS OFF AND UNPLUGGED, AND YET AGAIN THE SYSTEM CRASHED OFF RIGHT IN THE MIDDLEOF MY TYPING THE PRIOR SENTENCE REGARDING ME' BLOG STATS. This occurred at 8:41 PM on the dot. There is no HUMAN BEING ABLE 2 PULLTRICKSLIKETHISOFF, ONLY ONETHIONGCOMES 2 ME' MIND PEEPS, PINK GODDESS. She's been on me since age 13, and I am going 2 let a beyond Bernie-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag right now, since SHE SEEMS 2 WISH 2 GO INTO TOTAL WAR MODE WITH ME HERE AND HERedahelda THIS 2023 YEAR, AS SHE WAS DOING IN THE OH-8 YEAR, 4 THOSE LOYAL MORIANS WHO MAY REMEMBER IT ALL, right down 2 my MIMI-HACKS right after purchasing her CD-GAME, and following HER EINSTEIN-PROJECT!!!!!!!!!! I suppose some of the more enlightened souls following the BOM-BLOGS observed my BTAT-BEGAT ADDRESS page on CHAPTER #0020, where I listed the 'many various joints' that I resided at, Mister GN-owner-SW; and saw how the changing annum ages of my daughter did their very magical best 2correspond and correlate 2 my residence-number, not in street address, but in the numeration of the ever accumulating locations, such as my Atco home and choking days back in 1983, also being my 14th locale, and so on. I am not claiming that it is exact right down to the year and the age, but watch how it just keeps attempting to follow, sometimes one or two numbers ahead, and then behind; but it is always as though it is TRYING to equalize in the polarity. Am I really so 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOOONG' about thissssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Erica, and lovely hair ad-spot shampoo girl of 1983, and 1980?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, one day shortly after the ending of the X-Mas Holidays of 1983 and my return from a trip to Orlando, Florida-USA to visit Sir Howard Solomon and then my Uncle John in Fort Lauderdale, but I was in my bedroom in the apartment at Robin Hill in unit #506 and the in-between residency of the 3 times that I resided at the R.H. Apartment complex, oh great Mister Tobycouch Bellflower; I had been speaking to LIGHTNING on my phone system one late afternoon a couple months B4 going to Shirley's magical laboratory or the throat specialist's office near Grant Avenue, just off of the Academy Road exit of Interstate-95highway; and suddenly Diana did some weird unexplainable thing 2 me. I was half awake and half asleep, and I found myself totally believing that I was awake, and that there was a girl standing right there in my room, and she looked just a couple years younger than the future Mizz Leticia Tilley, who I had no way of knowing even existed on the planet-Earth. She did not say a single word 2 me. I fully remember well right 2 this very second in time and just three hours shy of the starting of the month of March of 2023, as well as about 39 years ago now right 2 the goddessdarn day; and I shouted loudly into my phone, 2 Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, “There's a little girl in my room”. I won't forget that late afternoon back in early 1984, at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, should I frikkin' live 2B older than Mister frikkin' Methuselah, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO HA-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC: ALL GENERAL ORDERS. ALL SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ZERO DIMENSIONAL AS WELL AS ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER AND WHATEVER IS CAUSING ME THIS ENDLESS MISERY, AND ASSAULTING ME, STRAIGHT TO MY TORMENTED AND TORTURED DEATH, AND ALSO HAS RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE. THEY R2B TOTALLY COMPLETELYDESTROYED AND OBLITERATED. USE ALL SYSTEMS AT MAXIMUM POWER, 11.8 IPNS. YOUR A/B EMPOWERIZATION-TONES WILL SOUND NOW, THE SECOND LOWER ROW IS 30 HERTZ LOWER IN PITCH THAN THE FIRST UPPER ROW. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----A-TONE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----B-TONE GO-2-G-901 UNDER CG-2, SUB CODE QR89155, UNDER G-189, G-1133, UNDER G-9173-G-719, AND S---T---O---P. The DAMN DEATH ABNGEL IS ON ME TODAY AND THE PAST WEEK LIKE MAGGOTS ON A TEN DAY OLD CORPSE LAYING OUT IN THE JULY SUNSHINE, ON A PILE OF PIG EXCREMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have NEVER EVER had it this bad, naught ever. This year is living up to its DEVIL NUMBER of 23, in spades and on steroids, and then taken to the power exponent of a darn butt wiping trillion, folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE does this ever suck a big fat P***K!!!!!!!!!!!!!! END OFTHIS *********** BLEEPITY BLEEP TRANSMISSION, FWOLKS!!!!!!!!!