A LOT OF THINGS R GOING DOWN AROUND ME
THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967 when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But today and now up here in late February of 2023, things have taken on entirely new or maybe said a wee bit better, updated meanings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would B willing 2 bet a hundred billion United States dollars in pure gold bricks, right now, that my loyal follower from the top of this blog, when he found my tapes that I was tossing at 3 in the morning out onto lawns, and his lawn being one of them a long time ago back in the nineties; that even he never dreamed of this story taking on all of these wild twists and endless freaking turns. Thank U-4 being such a loyal follower, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a powerful new respect FOR MY ORIGINAL LYRICS on the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS song from 1980, and done on a guitar early in 1981 over at 1802 Robin 'TWEET TWEET TWEET' Hill Apartments in Voorhees, NJ-USA.
“We all have a number and none have a name, and all that we do have, is each other to blame”.
Where are you Tom Glenn, my trusty great musical arranger, sir. You're clueless to what you were a part of 34 years ago in that apartment, echos, breath echos, and all else notwithstanding. Totally clueless, as was I, then!
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING DOES NAUGHT YET TERMINATE, LOVELY MIZZ 1983 AT&T BLAKE.
Keyboards From Petahell (KFP) 1980-1983-2011 ©
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I have watched more and more peeps going completely or merely somewhat insane in various amounts, levels, and stages, over the past two decades now since the online new age times have come in and taken over, just as predicted so cleverly on the DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW, that the very creators of it failed to recognize THEIR OWN DAMN MESSAGE.
Notice my parallel event bullshkit is right on target, kind Sheriff KJM, sir. The past two days, I have been major mother flucking assaulted by this WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AND HALLS FAWCES IN GENERAL, and the stock market has been soaring as a result, just as I have been discussing on my MORIANITY BLOGS FOR THIRTEEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS NOW, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Yes sir folks, and yes mahm too; if I ever had a large sum of money, I would create my own hospital, OUTSIDE OF THIS EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, where things would work for the good of the patient, and not some governing body and or some mother frucking crooked medical system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The tucking psych clinic was hell yesterday, and yes oh wonderful spellchecker, Hellapukeyuk, too, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to try and somehow work myself off of my anti-anxiety medication, so I won't have to put up with this horrible mother fucking bullskhit treatment any longer. They turned it all around, making this entire fruyucking recent medical disaster that I have been blogging about for two weeks or so now, and claim it is basically all my own fault, as always, it is me who is always the bad guy and me who is always doing it all mother flucking wrong. This medical community shkit in this totally messed up mother fucking country SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, AND SUCKS!!! I want other countries of this planet to know that American medicine has become a horrendous mother trucking nightmare, and has absolutely zero interest any longer in trying to make the patient happy or well. We're not listened to, and not trusted, and this to me is total character ASSASSINATION that makes a person who already is in a totally mother plucking vulnerable position, feel about ten inches cunt lapping tall! Why anyone wishes to come to this awful fucking cunt country, is beyond me. If the ducking south American folks knew the slit that I was going through here as a totally smother plucking legal citizen, they would have no desire to cross the border. Hey Cousin Trumpie, yo, all you need to do is let them all know about the Mountainpen and his gad-dang smother plucking blogs, yo. You won't need the plucking runt tweeting five billion bucks for your god-ass stupid mother mucking wall, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Problem solved, yo!!!!!!!! Still peeps, don't let me even try and fool a damn soul. I blame a lot of frucking shkit on my rotten worthless daughter, because she knows my medical shkit is very real, and she also knows, and I know that she does; that only she could vindicate me, and she would rather keep the big closet syndrome going, and just let me suffer for endless time, and eventually die. Now nobody said that anyone owes anyone a thing, because they don't. Still, my conscience would fucking bug the hell out of me if I were her, knowing what she obviously does about all of this shkit, ever since she was goddamn thirteen fucking years old now!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
Monster
Music Man next door, woke me again, blaring his horrific loud
rotten-neighbor music at me, ruining my entire fucking birthday.
There is no way to have peace and cunt lapping quiet in this world.
Music is so loved by people, personally,
I lucking hate it.
I hate it when I am somewhere and a radio or something is playing,
and some amateur begins to sing along, totally believing they are
either Pavarotti
or Carey.
If they
were, that is one thing; but if not, can't you please save it for
your shower room while scrubbing up, and do us all a trucking favor.
This quirk cough next door is old and either hard of hearing, or
like most peeps today, just loves to blare away, and
wreck the only two ears that they were born with, believing either
they are indestructible, or that they live 90 years from now, where
even full
ears and eyes are directly transplantable into the brain, without any
nerve complications.
AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCNY-1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
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First off, me' noisy roofers R here and louder than Dogtown, got here right on the damn dot of a minute shy of 8 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. Yesterday shortly after posting up the long blog that I thought peeps may B interested in, they proved the ole' endlessly fickle American consumer syndrome (EFAC) syndrome, as always, 2-B alive and well and forever operating true and blue and non-Amy Cooley-'72, as always, 100 percent. I was gonna' go on with it, but now, hey, I only do what generates interest, and just as I think something has, I am shown 2-B wrong, so forget it! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, no skin of me nose or off the Walker non-TPB book-ranch, in or out of 1994 and any awesome HIGHVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world; I've kinda' given up on trying 2 either beat or even understand 4 that matter, just as all American manufacturers and marketers did I suppose, a long time ago; the EFAC, and nice and damn ass easily pronounced here, YO weerlld!!!!!!!!! I truly believed peeps wanted 2 better get a grasp on not just how this 3,000 year old mystical-alien family or 'whatever' fitted into the entertainment circles, the pre-planned self fulfilling prophecy deal with both Holy Scriptures, as well as everything else all surrounding them, and how the great MIND REALM or (6-D) also endlessly is all wrapped up into it, leading back 2 blogs and times such as back at the KING MARHOUSE in 10-05, and the How Many Times blog, but hey; just when I think I have figured it out with peeps, I know that the devil is endlessly at work with 'ESS-I&D OPS', & thwarting my plans each and every Satan-damn timesliceBufferSize, and yes Mike Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker, that 2, only I was looking here 2 merely say, THAT TIME, BRAHHHHHHHHHH. WOW, YO-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes even rock stars loved me ole' 1983 tune, yes, the one that would love me so, huh Paul and Amy, and many others. Y-I fascinate all of U so much is an endless query 4 the poor ole' PPNR Mountainpen, YO??????? The curtains closed that show all right, only no MAYO[-HOLDERS,i DIDN'T DIE AND U HAVE YET 2 SUCCESSFULLY MURDER ME OFF, U EVIL DEMONIC LAMBRIGG HAT WEARING CULTISTS FROM BEYOND THE DOGTOWN DAMN BRIDGE OF PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So just as I had posted up that long blog that wasn't all that appreciated concerning all of this, pow, the entire place filled up with ambulances, fire trucks, and police. It seems or some nabe so informed me on my porch shortly B-4 it was all over, and it lasted well into the early evening and past dark; but somebody left our little world, their dream ended, they R endlessly in the Purgatory, so their dream merely terminated, we all R of course endless Purgatites, and this is what Morianity has taught 2 some of U in varying degrees of success, I would suppose, and U can learn these same basic truths anywhere at places such as Eckankar, and others, I ain't the only one on the soap box here, telling this 2-U all, YO!!!!!!! Here is what U ALL DON'T AS OF YET KNOW ABOUT ALLOF THIS, however, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BROADCASTED-BRO of the endlessly awesome and quite illustrious SCS (Spellchecker-Society!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The person who I pretty much have believed 2-B the prick who is here illegally, this is the trailer that it all went down in last night. First, this is the prick and one of 3 of me' major nabe-enemies here at me' residence, that sets off loud fireworks near me' home, scaring me 2 death and upsetting my physical health, and if this was New Jersey, would B in jail and I would have long ago pressed charges against him, but here in this good ole' sunny-hot-red-state Flowerland FLORIDA-USA, it is of course another story altogether, peeps. All O know is first and right out of the gate, I think this is the guy that the late other nabe, Sir Dominick told me was here against CO-OP regs as he is only about 47 years old or so and nearly a full decade underage 4 living in this flucking over 55 community. He manages this because he lives with one of the real important women here that is high up in the CO-OP system, and is over 55 and likes her young stud dirt bag little boy. Well, I'd have no problem with this dirtbag if naught 4 his upsetting me with his loud rock chucking goddessdog FIREWORKS, Mister Thomas J. Reale of July 5th in 1970. Talk about peeps endlessly getting away with violating the rules and regulations all around me all of me' hunt trapping life, and thus, causing me pain and misery as a direct result of being able 2 endlessly get away with and thwart the so-called damn ass justice system, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, it appears that my Magnesonic took out another major enemy, as he does not seem 2-B around, although I don't count enemies plucked off until I know 4 sure that they have been, such as Dawn King and Mister Divine both getting a Maggie death sentence after ruining my entire life 4 absolutely no good reason whatsoever. They both bought the farm shortly after wiping me out. Maybe this dude is number 3, all great copyrighted wood projects completed in the middle 1980's, YO. WEEEEEEEEE!
Now there is yet another major woe-whiz-me hassle. I may have lost me' Primary Physician 'PCP' doctor. They never called me 2 verify this afternoon's appointment wit them and when I call;ed this this morning, they R not there at either their Fort Pierce or their Port Saint Lucie offices, and the answering service system on both numbers, tells me after ten phone rings, that the wireless caller no longer is available. This is Doctor Humayun Shareef, and I will call or go 2 me' library 2-C if they have a number 4 the main hospital nearby and maybe they know if something has happened 2 my goddamn ass doctor. As U all know, I am overdo 4 some nasty flucking goddamn BOTBAR DAYS, and this will indeed start a string of them up 4 me, as I need 2 have a goddamn PCP and don't appreciate this rotten medical industry that just as many times B-4 lets elderly patients hanging on cliffs and don't give a frucking goddamn rats ass about us whatsoever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right now I am holding at a BOTBUR as of twenty minutes past 9 this goddamn asshole moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning!
Now 4 my roulette game yesterday after the assault on me. U know it, another 41 units of profit after a game of 58 spins. It is as dependable as precision Swiss clockwork, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW & WEEEEEEEEE -WOWZY-WO-WOW! I am sick of this stupid fucking open-office program crashing whenever I try and add a 2-letter error-word 2 the dictionary, it just doesn't flucking take it and crashes every bunt tapping goddamn time, but it always comes back, TEE-HEE-HEE Mizz Munster and welder Herman. Yes Diana, we all fell in love ALL OVER AGAIN, YO. WOW Mister goddessdog Macy, oh mighty awesome wonderful SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
Posting up at 9:35 AM, 9-18-23, and tomorrow is
LIGHTNING ANNIVERSARY DAY, LOVELY DIANA.
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