Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, Chapter 14
11:43 Post Meridian, Tuesday, 18 April, 2023
Lightning came over 4 a quick time yesterday afternoon and this evening I enjoyed a movie on my ROKU system, and directly following that, a HAVANA DEATH BEAM ASSAULT on me happened, or the direct effects of one, sending me racing suddenly 2 my futhermucking toilet at exactly one quarter hour past midnight, and I think it was given 2 me shortly past nine last night. I am starting 2 wonder, speaking of sounds being sampled or copied recently, that even the 'DA', or Sir Mortimer Astrallite Mortino Himself is not being copied, duplicated, sent by electronic control, or Congressman Robert Andrews 'WHATEVER'. First, 4 the past several days and beginning with the major attack on me one week ago, death angel MM has been way more prevalent and continuous and even as I speak now at 12:46 A.M., on this 18th moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning in April, this dirt-ball DEATH-ANGEL is close by me on my left side, AGAIN, 4 the futhermucking umpteenth and countless goddessdog time. Yes I almost made it 2 my futhermucking toilet but wasn't quite all the way sitting down, and the mess that resulted required another miserable rotten damn clean up job 4 the pitiful poor pathetic 'NON-RON-MTPN'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, WEIN, SOSO, U all know thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!! The last clean up job was a wee bit half ass so it wasn't a total loss as I had planned 2 do a more complete and thorough job after ereceiving the next brutal illegal blow on my sick old bowels and body. Folks, if anything was TRULY WRONG WITH ME, any doctor worth their weight and shingle at least from my good-old day, would tell anyone of U right here and right Loo-VanBuren now, that I would never have lived all this time since this nightmare hellishness with this all began in August of 1986, along with the rest of this unfathomably unspeakable and beyond outlandishly unconscionable dog stench. If this was just some medical issue, and NAUGHT SOME COVERT HORRENDOUS WEAPON OF DEATH being used on me 4 over 3 GODDESSDOG DOZEN YEARS OF TIME NOW; I would have died a 'long long long ling lang long' time ago. Any good medical practitioner worth their salt in 'internal medical knowledge', will agree with me, as I don't make things such as this up out of whole cloth. I get my facts straight from the New England Journal of Medical Health, YO! Now at ten minutes past nine I walked out 2 me' futhermucking front porch 2 check things out as I normally do shortly after all activity is suspended 4 the day surrounding the gaming and community room areas and the pool. After being out perhaps one half minute, a weird looking plane was headed 4 my direction and the airport off 2 my west, but it was quite low and unusually silent in a seemingly stealthy maneuver. It had an unusually brilliant RED TAIL LIGHTING SYSTEM ACTIVATED, and as it was passing just due west of me and about 2 go behind other trailers, I heard a major death-angel type of sound in my left ear, extremely loud like a major death angel attack, but it seemed 2B traveling as though some sensory talents within me could feel and even know that this aerial vehicle was sending this horrible signal-sound right 2 my goddessdog left ear. I am even beginning now 2 reevaluate the possibility of Sir Weldon Saunders being incorrect, and thus that these horrible endless DA-attacks on me R actually being electronically sent 2 me by my Spammenies. I intend 2 ask Sir SWAP at the park at 11 A.M. TOMORROW, if this cannot somehow B electronically checked out, thus if it is then stopped, I'll know something, and if it is not stopped but is able 2B checked out and it is an electronic intentional sending of some signal 2 me ILLEGALLY, as I am a perfectly legal United States Citizen, freely born in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania at 9:30 in the morning on 4 December of 1954, at the city hospital there in Montgomery County, oh lovely Bewitched-Elizabeth Twitchnose Possibilities-Endless, and with or without any assists from BOM-BLOGS dated September 5th in the year of 2008 while residing at Judge Frank Raso's Hammonton-Blue Berryville home at 65 Middle Road, with Ann and Dawn-Marie King, then I will B able 2 sue whoever or whatever agency is doing this nightmare illegal hellishness 2 pitiful ass me 4 decades and decades, 4 every single penny that they're futhermucking worth and then some goddessdog more after that 2 boot, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this is the 18th and I will B seeing Sir Swap on this date at the Dog-run Park area across the South Hutchinson Island Bridge at eleven of the clock in the Ante' freaking Meridian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone is gonna' get their frikkin' butt-holes sued the Christ off, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me with an off the scale major death assault on this eighteenth day in April, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me at the beginning of this morning with A MAJOR DEATH HAVANA WEAPON BOWEL ATTACK, MAJOR ELECTRONIC SIGNAL-BEAMS, MAJOR PHONE ASSAULTS RECENTLY, AND 'ALL MANNER OF PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECH-RELATED HARASSMENTS' ON ME, OVER THE PAST 7 DAYS NOW; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-13, CG-18, G-1133, G-14, AND*****//// S-----T-----O-----P.
By adding in both the time equation as well as the hyperspace equation orders into the Magnetic Sound Machine system orders, (G-13) and (G-14), I can make absolutely sure that stuff being scanned as well as PUNISHED is definitely naught limited 2 our normally operating three dimensional reality of the human condition (3-D).
Oh lads and Lassies, “Here is whatta-huppened”, Mister Derrijo Exxon Sir, from 1983, as well as all or anyone else who may just care in any small way. I had been asleep only a short while and pow, the electrical outage suddenly hit me at exactly 9:15 this mother fucking moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning; oh kind and unkind peeps out there. When I tried 2 call my landline from my cellular Galaxy phone to restore the time and date on the phone's caller-ID, which needs 2B done until some caller phones me and I answer the call, activating a caller-ID-reset of some kind, and I could not call through, I observed that I do have a dial tone on it, and I can make outgoing fwucking phone calls without any trouble at all. This never has happened 2 me B4 and my Spammenies have never done this exact particular hack strike on me B4, not in all of the nearly 40 years now of this death assault on me by these diseased turd eating dick lickers. Never ever fwucking B4 have I been struck with a broken incoming call phone situation following an electrical outage harassment, this is truly a first time 4 these wicked demonic scum sucking vomit chewing Spammenies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Comcast is looking into this and most likely will need 2 come out here with one of their technicians in order 2 find out just what is going the Dogtown on with me here. I did absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong, and yet I may still get charged, as only the tech will know this. If it happens that way, I will discontinue with my landline service after the next billing cycle, as the enemies can endlessly repeat this persecution on me and cause my already fwucking ass busted budget 2 go further down the goddarn ass girgler at C-SQ! All we can do now is 2C what happens, but I know that the stock market (DJIA) and this endless and viciously monstrous ICPE-APE-TECH applied against me since summer time of 1986, is indeed behind my major death strike assault today, just 15 goddarn ass minutes prior 2 Wall crooked Street's opening bell from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SUPER FWUCKING BOTBAR TIMES ONE, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE, with now my second horrendous hellish BOTBAR 4 the month of APRIL-2023. Now where was I B4 this MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME IN WAKING LIFE TOOK PLACE, oh folks? “WELLLLLLLLLL”, Sir President Nixon from 1972 and 1973; I was 'dreaming and asleep', and in this incredible wild experience, I was in a major mother fucking nightmarish experience involving a lot of super giant girls all over the place, a sheriff who was about 2 place me under arrest 4 a crime that I had naught committed oh lovely 'Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake', and all sorts of horrendous kit was ongoing all around me, and as I awoke from thisssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica 1983 Snakesssssssss mahm', and had forced open my eyes with all my will and might as it was indeed extremely and outlandishly difficult 4 me 2 do; and the entire room was literally spinning around me and things were jumping and I was fully and completely awake only shit around me was not yet settling into the world of human consciousness and the great and mighty hypnogogic state had kicked in, causing thisssssssss incredible major electrical and utility assault and property damage attack from this enemy SPACEFORCE, (Spammenies)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is way more 2 this nightmare story from fucking hell people but 4 now, I wish 2 post while I can, as the services may cut off during further testing conducted by the entertainment world's great mighty and almighty non-Davis Donna grand-pop Morrisette blog comment leaver of how he is making a lot of $$$$$$ with my blogs out there in CALI; oh boy Mister fucking ass MACY; but yes, things now R fitting together a whole lot more than just 24 hours back, leading of course 2 also realizing the reason a long time ago for a song titled, “24 Little hours”, yes world, what a mother fwucking difference a day can indeed make, right all of U song lyricists out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Folks, this guy in my nightmare brought up the way that I ask my pal, Sir Mike Patterson if he had particularly hellish attacks and bad days on days that I do in order 2C if SATAN is back up 2 His old tricks as He always seemed 2 do 2 Dave Roth and me back in Jersey! This man brought it up and was smirking at me the entire time that he was doing it, as if absolutely admitting 2 me that he was going 2B the one that inflicts the double-bubble punishment on Mike and myself back on that day one week ago, last Tuesday. Oh peeps, UR so goddessdarn clueless 2 the endless hell that I have endured now 4 an interminable amount of futhermucking mortal-world chronology, (time). But let me finish this 'continued from older blogging info', with thisssssssss:!!!!! The guy in the nightmare that I now completely believe caused Mike P's auto crash last week, IS THE VERY SAME MAN WHO OWNS THAT LAKE BOAT-RENTAL JOINT at that place where Sir Dave Roth crashed the motorboat a month or so ago now, in that other prior dreaming interaction. He is the very same man and I had reasons 4 not telling U all this, and now the grand futhermucking finale here if we pweeeeeeeze, YO! Remember how he didn't like my playing that tune, the fish-song harmony-track, YBCO, and how he reached into the car and turned down and off, the volume, without uttering one single word 2 me?All wonderful queens out here need 2B at the edge of their seats B4 they bite the dust, as this is a mind bending wild offshoot 2 the psychic Madame Paula Uwich's story that she absolutely futhermucking insisted 2 me was the absolute honest truth regarding Miss lovely Toni Braxton, and who I do not know personally from Adam's Eve. Anyone who ever watched a lot of afternoon television over the past ten years, at least knows about a show that was called, “The Real”. Not only was TB on this show but so were many industry peeps and pals, and along with this, comes the sucker punch 2 the gut, that would even knock big 'Cali-Guv-Arnie' down onto the goddessdog floor, in a New York micro-moment. There was either a magazine article that I was reading while waiting at a grocery store checkout line or else it was displayed on the actual TV-show, but I absolutely know that I saw a clear large closeup photograph of the husband of one of those Mowry Sisters who played in that cool early nineties TV-show called, “Sister-Sister”. This guy is the hubby of one of those two girls and the one on “THE REAL” show. This guy IS THAT EXACT SAME GUY, WHO IN THAT PARALLEL WORLD THAT I MADE CONTACT WITH THROUGH THAT DREAM WITH THE BOAT CRASH, owns that boat-rental business on that lake, owns that home at the far end of the parking lot lake-front area, and who came out and completely turned off my YBCO-fish song HARMONY TRACK, made from vocoder machine samplings of the voice of the Magical Shirley Laboratory (1984 throat specialist place) and their 14 year old technician who half of me was actually there with one day, and half of me only spoke 2 on a phone call, yet someone there, and 4 years later on as well, seemed 2 enjoy playing these sampled voice sounds 2 me OVER TELEPHONES, MIZZ BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!! GEE, I WONDER JUST Y THIS IS ALL GOING DOWN, CUZZ DON, and your wild medical places, and transdimensional nuthouse establishments???????????????
That '84 phone call was real, FBI, LOC. Check it out @ Qntco!
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
END TRANSMISSION, TIME IS 2:03 A.M. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir C.F.
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