LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Atlantic City, Iraq, 1979, the Shaw of Iran, CIA Agents, Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, 1802 Farms in Hyperspace Washcloths, 1208 Narberth Addresses, and Horrendous Violent nightmares from Both Sides of the Bed
10:44 AM, Tuesday, February 13, 2024
Holding strong BOTBUR after 20 minutes awake on this new day, coming off a good day that I may or may not discuss publicly as the WOMO is way 2 flucking powerful this year and I need 2 go back 2 hiding slit in me' life or they make that life completely goddessdog intolerable, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I came out of brutal monstrous horrendous frucking nightmares on the dot of 10:30 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and I awoke 2 a major CRASH LEVEL AERIAL STRIKE ALL AROUND ME, CONTINUING FROM THE ASSAULT LAST NIGHT STARTING AT APPROXIMATELY 7 IN THE GODDESSDOG EVENING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, 4 ALL YOUR DAMN WORTH!!!!!!!!! The nightmare was at my Aunt Geraldine's home at 1208 Greentree Lane in Narberth, Pennsylvania-USA. Neither my Aunt nor her hubby me' Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason were at home there, nor was me' Cousin Sandra, nor the older cousin whom I rarely had interactions with as she was much older, good ole' Cousin Carol. Instead, a nasty scary Chinese woman was there and seemed 2-B in charge of everything, and also there were several of her 'seemingly slaves', other women of same nationality. All I knew was that something was wrong. It seems over there, my dreaming double or doppelganger-me was not happy with the circumstances that my mom had gone off with yet another person and seemingly quite far away and I needed 4 her 2 come back and this lady firmly told me that she won't B back until well into that evening and it was middle afternoon. I got talking 2 one of this woman's slaves and she sort of hinted 2 me that something was very wrong and that I should get out of there while I can. When I shortly thereafter told the woman in charge about it, she suddenly began beating the girl with her fists, over and over, as well as slapping her all over open handed and this beating kept going 5 several minutes, upsetting me more than the girl that was being struck. Finally, I was told that I was going 2 go somewhere nice and realized that she was having me taken 2 some psych hospital and committed against me' will, and I said 2 her after a short time of all of this hellish nonsense, “The hell I am going there lady, I'm going home”, and as I said it despite wearing my shoes, I grabbed another extra pair of shoes that seemingly belonged 2 me right nearby the wall near the front door in the living room, as the beating took place in the master bedroom in the home that faced the higher area of the real estate, as Greentree Lane is along a gigantic hill as many parts of the suburbs of Philadelphia R filled with very large hilly areas. The lady did not offer any resistance and was small, and I knew that if need B, I could handle her physically unless she knew martial art fighting or something. I walked out of the home and into me' parked car in the driveway and drove it up towards Greentree Lane, and the car seemed 2 not B running well at all, and I thought I may not make it out of there and get away, and then I heard the car seemingly make a loud buzzing sound, and then I awoke 2 the transdimensional towel seepage effects of that sound here in waking world, being that CRASH LEVEL PRIVATE AIRPLANE ASSAULT ON ME!!!!!!!!! This proves in hyperspace equation, that the assault in the dreams is one and the same thing with the assault here by air in waking life, the only difference being the type or the actual interaction going down in both the waking as well as the dreaming locale. This is no different than in apartment number 125-A at the Haddon Hills place in the middle 1960's when me' dad was there visiting one day and was shaving in the bathroom with an electric shaver that had a very loud buzz sound 2 it and that sound was a part of what I was dreaming of in me' bedroom that lay just on the other side of a small hallway from the bathroom, y-O. Me' first frucking (y-O-HACK) struck, at MIZZ JANE FONDA SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE CRABGRASSHITINNERPANTS SLUTHOLEWITCHBITCH TIME, ELEVEN FRUCKING ELEVEN, AND MY DAY THAT WAS BOTBUR IS INCHES AWAY FROM GOING 2 OFFICIAL FLUCKING TOTAL BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course need 2 compensate now with me' runt slapping grouping of FIVE-NUMBERS here, YO, and yes, I looked that time, all great Q-P's out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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But on with the show, COW-LEO CALL TEN VERIZON Communications Corporation Carriers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was one of the worst nightmares that I've experienced in a very long time, and describing it only tells incidents, and cannot ever truly describe the fear and terror of actually being inside of it and interacting within these horrible transdimensional hyperspace deals, and what makes it all even far goddamn worse is my awareness that stuff happening there, is all Y stuff happens back here where I appear 2-B awakening into, and I share this very same truth with all of U, only none of U have the tiniest little frucking clue what's going goddessdog down here with this TOSE operation, despite even great BIBLE-SCRIPTURES describing similar deals in the Old Testament with its great prophets and their wild dreams, or dreams of kings and others being interpreted by those incredible biblical prophets of 'anything but nothing from 1988 copyrighted musical projects of the future Mister Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B-4 moving this further along here YO, the only air assault was the one that woke me, but being at a heavcy BOTBUR and just about 2 cross into BOTBAR here at 28 past eleven this bunt tapping horrendous rotten evil demonic morning, I played me 5-M numbers, U know; the 5-10-15-20-25-30-35. I won on the goddamn 3rd spin and quit. Here R the damn glass results of this short whittle game, YO peeps:!!!!
T---3, W---1, L---2
OUTCOMES: -------- 26-26-10
(-7) (-7) (+29) P&L--------- (+15 UNITS).
I am raising me' moods and attitudes life parameter 2 a solid 2 and the day holds now at 2-2, ranging at the high and open of 3-3, and instantly bottoming at the 1-1 numbers, were the Jane Rotten Scum-hole SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE deal all stems from of course!!!!!!!!!!! Knowing that I have this parallel event of applying certain numbers during certain times of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE DEATH SIEGES, that obviously R gonna' happen throughout me' entire life and straight through until the mother ******* day that I die; at least can make me a ton of potential casino monies, is one plus that no enemy can take away from the goddessdog poor pitiful nonron Mister Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now what is this deal with the 2 Helen gal-pals of me' life, and its connections into me' horrendous ATLANTIC CITY ENEMIES or the unfathomable astral world WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF DOGTOWN???????? Well Detective Lenny Briscoe, of that awesome 'L&O' television show, created by that incredible talented Mister Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, I shan't B shy here, I will just spit it all out, with or without any bills, any dogs, or anything else let out, as I'll B goddamn letting enough dog stinks out with these following words, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! First we have the girl from this century here, Mizz Helen Harris, me' Griffin Pipe security guard coworker who moonlighted at that job on the weekends and had her regular 40 hour position with the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE. The exact capacity or title of her job was never revealed 2 me. She knew of me' horrendous enemy problems as we got 2 know each other quite well, and were even planning some trips 2 the casino together, but we had 2 keep that possible interaction secret and our outside the job friendship discreet or else B fired, as many firms today have strong rules, with the breakage of these rules being an absolute firing offense; against fraternizing of coworkers outside of work. America has slowly lost many of its once great flucking freedoms, but this ain't the present point, so I shan't keep harping on that 4 right now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Helen had started telling me things from files she was able 2 get her hands on due 2 her position at her day job at the NJSP, and had begun helping me on some matters, and one day out of the blue, an old flame phoned her who worked 4 the bureau (FBI). They went 2 lunch and the only reason that this dude called her 2 make a lunch date was 2 give her a threatening clever wearning that Helen absolutely knew was a warning and a threat and that she recognized as completely unmistakable, as it pertained 2 her daughter who was 15 years old at the time, and this prick at the bureau tyhreatened her safety. His exact words over an dover 2 Helen, according 2 her telling me of this story one weekend early morning at the job site, were quoting mister Marcucci's great song lyrics, we all know it unless we hated the Beatles music group and few peeps of my generation if any were in that category; and this agent would bring the conversation around over and over 2 telling outsides anything at all whatsoever about in house secret stuff, and that she may not only lose her job if she keeps assisting her weekend coworker with any information, and also, kept adding in over and over with a kind of wink in his eye, “U have a lovely daughter”, and remember how Barnabas Collins told Sam Evans that same thing upon several occasions; at his home, at the Blue Whale non-Anchor Bar in non Collingswood-Collinsport, jazz or no jazz Mister Tom Glenn Fires; and shortly thereafter he put her in a monstrous hellishness that could only B described as, quintessentially beyond the rational mind of relatability. Yes they went as far as threatening her innocent 15 year old daughter if she were 2 go on in any way in assisting me with my WOMO problems from 1986. She came into work following her lunch date with this bureau agent and told me that all bets were off, and that she couldn't help me any longer as well as Y and exactly what was done 2 her. I am clueless Y-2 this day I still request help from the FBI or any federal agencies, as they seemingly R all in on my total obliteration and destruction and complete goddamn absolute annihilation. Desperation would most likely b the best and most accurate word that would describe my quintessentially stupid glass behavior with that, YO folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 1802 and 1208 R the 2 street number addresses of residences at simultaneous times in history, where both I RESIDED and where Mizz GERALDINE SNOW MASON resided. Atlantic City, and what happened back in 1967, when she suddenly requested and begged my mom 2 take her daughter which was me' first cousin, Mizz Sandy Mason, along with us on our vacation 2 the TRINIDAD HOTEL on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; is all what Morianity is about, from 'A' straight through into 'Z'. It doesn't get simpler than that, Officer Chuck Kim of Korea, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Realizing how many things R all towel seepage connected into each other, nut house psych wards, guys who become president of this nation, others who only dream of it and do come close as well as sing great tunes 4 the Mountainpen and endlessly repeat the word of 'whatever' back in 1975, the great female recording artist syndrome used by these 'TAWF-WASHCLOTH's' peeps; The great Queens of Danger Quoddy Mockers girl gang of Atlantic city who somehow followed me in other chapter groupings of them at the Newton Creek of all dangerous things following me' strategic exit from this wild cult after the night of the 12th of July in the awesome life altering 1970 year of all great Greeks on or off of 10-S-C Avenue, Sandy coming with us 2 get into that QUOD GANG of lovely girls from Atlantic City and Pleasantville in NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, and how the CIA Agent and Shah of IRAN asked me' Aunt 2 have me' cousin Sandy come along with us and do all of this, and on and on, and how it is all part of this entire thing, not so much limited however with 3-D but actually taking place within the magical PPMM folds of the full 5-D transdimensional hyperspace!!!!
This merely opens up a powerful foundation, 4 now.
***End of this damn transmission***.
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