Datfile XXIX

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER BLOG 16, SSJKK’s PERPETUAL AGE
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SUBTITLED, “THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME”.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Yesterday, Saturday, starting around daylight, the sky siege again was totally off the scale and frighteningly dangerous. If people just knew what this was all about they could do many things to get it stopped. If U don’t, I will suffer, yes, but so will eventually U and all of your loved ones. They RY so many of our children today have autism, AD Disorder, ADHD, respiratory and lung problems, various asthmas and other breathing disorders, it is Y road rage and all the new rages like sports and postal-tempers, and on and on, is getting more and more prevalent with the passing of each and every month and year and decade, this is absolutely no joking matter, and U can Google this CHEM TRAIL thing and study it 4 yourselves. It is Y my strange unexplained glandular disorder came on me suddenly at just past ten at night on the evening of June the third of one-nine-eight-three, nearly a full quarter of a century ago, and to this day without 4 milligrams of ativan per day, I will go comatose, barely able to move and breathe, and B in excruciating pain with icy cold limbs especially after awakening from sleep, a mouth drier than the hot Nevada desert sun, a raspy and hoarse voice, dizziness, inability to reach any deep level of sleep, inability to swallow or eat foot, and choke all the time as though a hand is around your throat perpetually, yet every specialist tells me that not one thing wrong shows up on any medical tests that ever have been conducted with me regarding this, only the ativan, or its generic med called Lorazepam can ease the majority of these unfathomably unpleasant symptoms and ailments associated with what they did to me that night with their toxic prope kem’s TPK. Spelling this word KEM is incorrect, but I all ready made up the abbreviated usage of TPK so Y change it now and invite confusion? They destroyed my ability to ever live any type of a normal life since I reached the ripe old age of just over 28 and a half years, nice entities, huh???? Then questions surface in your minds about my believing all the things done to me by the evil Masonic [overlawers] as I will now name the, anyway U look at it, this all adds up to much more than one exploding gas tank incident in California, yet this produced damages 4 this person to the tune of $5,000,000,000.00. Yeah bwaby-wuvy, that’s 5 BILLION POWERFUL LOVELY USD BUCKS!!!!!!!!!!! Ani-who, U ain’t heard none of Al Jolson’s tunes yet, I am just warming up and might get to just past luke-warm within late oh-eight or early oh-nine!!!!!! It amazes me that spell checker does not recognize this musical giant of not 2 distant yester-year, Al Jolson, always with the wavy misspelled spelled lines showing up whenever I type in his great name. Weird, very extremely weird. Well Britney, hope it doesn’t make U go even crazier to hear that by the middle of this century, your name will give wavy lines on some spell checker or its future equivalent. I will always remember certain good things that your family did, and wish U the best Brit, hang in there. They say that Zeffrin Cochran was the inventor of the warp drive on the Star Trek show, but we know differently, Brit, it was gramps, over at my place that day in the nineties when he broke the World’s Record sprinting contest exiting my home both stage left and Snagglepuss Stage right at the same time, is this warp drive power or what Brit????? WO!!!!!!! But when my mom took ill, and Paula King was stalking me and scaring me to death and damaging my only vehicle, at least Mister warp engine’s son stood up to the plate, and was really there 4 me. I do not forget favors done me during my darkest hours, just as concentrically, miz activist Atlanta Ball Park Brave-girl, what U did 2 me with your hubby that night at that Phillies game in ’93, was reprehensible, and U will someday B fully shamed and exposed 4 what U did, U will B very sorry. I remember my friends, and bwewieve me bwaby wuv, I do not forget my enemies. However, I will never do anything in violation of the law to get U all back. Those that live by the sword will DIE BY THE SWORD, this is freaking LAWTRONIC. I will shame U2 the world, and if not U, your offspring will get the copied evidence in their parcel post delivery at their door someday, I will tell what all of U have done 2 me, maybe your worthless trashy kids will look me up and spit in my face and kick me in my joy rocks, but I still will tell them what U all did, and speaking of this, I all ready have, first through this, and through many other ways such as buried bottles acting as time capsules, and on and on, U don’t need 2 know all of my plans and secrets friends and fiends!!!! U all still, as cave-society, C the future as a part of 3-D space that has not yet happened. But all 3-D space has happened and is there on 4th-D space. NASA really kills me, and so does the basic ignorance of our government of its staff scientists. It is so laughable. They send the Star Trek Vger into space to greet some far off aliens that it may ‘someday’ encounter, but of course it will take thousands or even millions of years to reach the deep space where it may indeed have any chance 4 such an encounter 2 take place. Here is a perfect example of my wake up call 2U all about this: Every radio telescope message we try and send out, is immediately picked up by the Infallusions of Teeewabkacheab from the galaxy QNWF644, 46 million light years out into deep space. This does not take 46 million years of radio transmission, you dummies. It all ready is 46 million years ahead of us in space somewhere on the 4th dimension, and these pinky grey 3 footer one eyed half weed half humanoiders R there and hearing this signal come in. Now, if these IT’s have field travel and worm-reverse-tek, it is simple to locate where our signal emanated from, and follow us right back to its original source in space and in time. We R playing with fire, dynamite, and nuke silos with madmen controlling them, and then R wondering Y so much ‘stuff’ seems 2B esoterically occurring all around us, especially since the inception of agencies such as the space agency or NASA?????? Hay buddy, UR all causing lots of these problems, stop thinking how long it will take your radio signals 2 reach a potential entity/alien, and C the 4th and 5th dimensions as they R meant 2B seen by an enlightened space exploring society of ‘so-called’ open-minded individuals, huh! Start realizing that those future long awaited times R presently right there and existing just as real and true as U and IR here, and both them and us, on this higher fourth dimension. I thought people in NASA’s league would have kind of, U know, figured all of this out, at least B4 they began poking around this large unknown hyper sphere. Hay boobies, I am all 4 exploration, mind and knowledge expansion, the whole 27 feet, not yards by the way, permit me now to correct and amend this misprint PBE from a blog quite a few back. No, the desire 2 reach out and touch someone, or perhaps Captain Shatner Sir, some thing, is perfectly reasonable and natural. But wow, this going off half cocked thing, that was a major mistake. We needed 2B about 1000 years more advanced B4 venturing out into the expansion. RU telling me that plenty of stuff right here on this messed up globe does not first need major repair, hay, I am not a maintenance man, nor do I wish 2 engage in further debate, or throw the rock-paper-scissors thing with any of U. But playing with the unknown is never wise. I tried hard to tell my mother to cut out the Solitaire stuff, she would not listen, and she died shortly thereafter, a strange horrifying and unexplained death, by every expert consulted in the medical industry that remotely specialized in what she could have wrong with her, and all 2 no avail. Go ahead, check it all out, knock yourselves out Boz, U only will find that I can never B disproved, only ignored. I never said I am being blatantly abused, but the authorities can bring about the biggest miscarriage of justice known 2 exist in my humble opinion in the entire criminal justice system, and that is, 2 IGNORE. They dare to say I am a certified lunatic and none of my claims have weight or credibility. Wow, does this give an enemy a license to rein unspeakable terror on weak and defenseless people without money or power or recourses, or freaking what!!!!!!!

During the very initial period of my famous and often discussed “search and quest to locate the great SARah-Krassle”, many things happened, and some simply will just never make it into any of my blogging texts. I must pick and choose the most worthy and wild experiences and happenings and leave out the so-called seconds or thirds in a place value, or this blog simply put would never ever end, and I never will get 2 leave here and just B with my forever lovely teen-queen, my SSJKK. I do not wish 2B here in this mortal life 4 one more lousy minute, but I am unable to die and remain dead, as mortal beings would perceive this illusion. One thing connected more than anything else, even including the hypnotherapy that I paid 2 receive from a clinic in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, and this was my interacting at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG. I knew Mayor McGrotten from the turn of the eighties; he was Mayor of Deptford, NJ. I joined this club in June on the electrical number, the 27th, in 1994 shortly after moving into Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, both in New Jersey’s Gloucester County. I met a fine gentleman in the swimming pool, and he was a 2nd cousin of the famous Mariah Carey, no baloney, it was a known fact from the club’s owner to the lowest life form such as me, a mentally challenged nut case on Social Security Disability. I had just started collecting these government benefits about the time that I started making friends with this really cool dude, kind of reminded me of John Amos, or “Kid-Di-No-Mite’s” dad on the show television ‘GOOD TIMES’. Aniwho, we became great friends and told me he sees his cousin at Christmas, Mariah that is, and I told him she was my very favorite, and the most lovely doll on the planet, kind of a difficult fact to dispute if UR a straight male with a pulse between 10 and 100. Much more could B said now, and will B said later about all of this, but as U know from my prior blogging texts, I had later in 1996 after the club had just closed down 4 extremely sudden and spurious reasons, I believe nuclear waste is involved, and Wall Mart Corporation, I know, knows these secrets, but Aniwho BBD and all other Morians, I had purchased a 120 thousand dollar home in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, that later I came 2 call the DEATH HOUSE, where my mom was struck down at 5 AM or so on the morning of 12/26/97. Around this time, perhaps very early into 98 or back in the 97 autumn, cannot honestly swear to it all though I keep life journals on tape and records of every single thing that happens to me and have been doing this since 1982 or the start of ’83 somewhere therein, but around here somewhere in time, I went to bed and fell into a very hazy and mysterious dream, yeah I know, most of my dreams could B described in this matter, shut up. Aniwho ladies and lads, out of the blue I was standing at my door where the mail box to the home was, and remember reaching into get my mail and pulling out 3 incredible things. One was the from the Publisher’s Clearing House Prize Patrol, saying I had won millions of dollars in the final prize and 2B home during the super bowel football game at such and such a time so I could B photographed and handed this monstrous check 4 all this loot. The other 2 things were just as incredible. They were 2 letters from Mariah Carey. But when I opened the letters up from her with my letter opener, sitting at the end of my bed, they were empty, not a thing in either letter. It was about a year later that the revelation came, that Mariah’s 2 letters were her initials of MC, as in Sarah Callio Martino, the Millionth Council, Robert MC Guire, and we could go on like a greedy child’s letter 2 Santa Clause. I made friends with a very nice lady in her sixties named Joan, and she swam laps in the Haddonwood pool a lot. One day she abruptly stopped even B4 reaching the deep end, and treaded water, and said 2 me,” UR just moving, U’re not even swimming, U can move in the water like magic. Well, 2 me this was just second nature like a bird flying or an experienced driver whizzing down the highway at 65 MPH. Then it hit me that yes, I was able 2 just swim along with Joan, only I was not doing anything, just thinking of matching her swimming pace, and Joan was a lap swimmer, and was good. I then came to attempt to get into the pool right as it opened so I could play with this so to speak. At first all I did was to basically do what I did when Joan and I were sharing a lap lane together, going say at a one to two knot clip. I never got tired, and seemed 2B able without expending an ounce of physical energy, to swim along at any distance, so then one early morning opening of the pool, I decided 2 play with speed a little bit. I would think forward, and faster, over and over, and was now moving from wall to wall of this one half Olympic size pool in a Mississippi-count of at first 8, then down as low as 3. When I was doing 3, I was beating a huge professional swimmer dude that was on a boogie board and was wearing large flippers. The swimmer stopped and all though I was unaware of it at the present instant, was staring at me. Then I observed him climbing out of the pool and talking to the lifeguard, who only had his comic books on his mind, not that he wouldn’t B there 2 save someone if needed, just mean he was sort of in his own world, and I knew that I could push my limits a bit, if I had any, and not B conspicuous. But then out of the almost tranced-state that I was in as I was zooming wall 2 wall in this 75 foot long pool, and completing a full double lap every 5-7 seconds, suddenly, not Susan Brook, the lifeguard blew a huge loud whistle seemingly right in my left ear on my return lap to the shallow side of the pool where his chair was positioned, and I thought quickly, “stop-stop-stop” and even then, almost hit my head hard on the wall, and my arms were both hurt for 3 days or so from stopping my force, I weigh only 20 or so pounds under 3 bucks, and here I am clipping along at as much as 8-10 knots of speed. “Get out of the damn pool”, said the guard, and I hoisted myself up and onto the concrete, as no ladder was there, it was over on the sides and my lap lane was dead centered middle. “Where is the puller or whatever thing U godda B holding onto bub?” said the lifeguard, whose name was Mickey. I remember this as though it is going down live now and this was the middle or late part of 1995 about now, almost a year or perhaps over one year into my membership at Haddonwood. I said,” excuse me Mickey, sir, the rules of the pool say not to have anything in the pool except in the children’s roped off area and these must B approved and tagged”. He then went on 2 say, “Duhh, yeah, I know that ass-hole, that is YI am on your case, so where’dya didth the damn thing”? This dude was just out of his teens, a college punk who thought he was another typical male lifeguard Baywatch TV stud. I went on to say.” Mickey, I have nothing, C4 yourself, and please watch your cussing and name calling”. “What RU gonna [trucking without the T] do about it dude?” came a quick ugly toned voice right back at me. I wussed out and just said, “I suppose absolutely nothing”. I started 2 walk out, I was going to go 2 Tony Zeenan’s office, the club owner, and 2 report this freaking abuse. As soon as the doors to the showers and locker room were entered, Mickey gave me a very hard shove and I fell hard onto the shower floor. He went on to sit on me and take soap and lather it up in my hair and then burned my eyes nearly out forcing it into my eyes as well. Tony the owner just happened 2 walk in and C all this go down. Mickey was fired, and the lawyers all met with my mother and me, and we were going to settle 4 making me a silent partner in the club, receiving semi-annual book reports and audits, tax filings, and receive a 20% gross 4 the next 6 years, 10% for the following 6 years, and a final $5,000.00 lump sum award at the end of these 12 years of payments, 2B paid 2 me quarterly, [every 3 months]. B4 it was finalized in the autumn of 1995, Tony said he would sell me his nearby home 4 {2/3rds} of its market value, and I could assume the payments, I would pay the bank, no credit check, and move in 30 days from now, he knew I hated my neighbors in the apartment where I rented with my mother. He said he just wanted 2B friends and have no hard feelings or grudges, and told me that Mickey’s father is well off, and that Mickey all though now 21 years old, was still 20 when the incident occurred. This makes pop also a candidate 2 go after in a law suit, TZ told me. He offered me limeade with ice and a ham sandwich while we sat in this lovely wooded lot home’s living room, each of us facing each other on 2 different super cozy couches. As I drank the drink, I knew within short order that something bad was happening. TZ had spiked the drink with the gods only knew what, but the whole room I was in was spinning as well as slanting left and right back and forth, and a rushing sound came from my ears. The next thing I remember was waking up in a bed, thinking 2 myself; I am in a hospital somewhere. I was not however. I was in my own bed and back in time a number of months. My calendar read the very day that I had the incident with the lifeguard, and it was 10 in the morning, only I had long arrived on this day or so I thought, at the health and swim club by 9 AM. I showered and had a cup of cocoa and a glass of grapefruit juice, threw on an exercise jogging type suit that one might wear to a health club, with my swim suit and towel in my bag along with a few nick knacks like a hair brush, etcetera. Here is where Lobo is about to beat Ben Stone 4 falling off their chairs, when I tell U this, get ready 2 go 2 the toilet quickly or else use your clothes 4 the job. Mickey never worked at Haddonwood, only a short and heavy young girl and a very religious young guy, no other lifeguards worked there, presently, or ever. The lawyers from Deptford that had won me some nice settlement damages award monies, do not have offices anywhere, not in the county telephone book, do not exist. Tell the copyright examiner that U wish 2 get a taped or CD copy of my book TPB, [THE PERMISSION BARRIER]. Stuff in my life like this has happened over and over, it is real, and I am not a freaking lunatic. Go ahead world churches, explain it. Go ahead, scientists, shrinks, do it, BUT I KNOW BETTER, I KNOW WHAT IS REAL.Yeah, blogging at my security station each time I get a few minpers 2 add another paragraph, this is like a little bit of dying and making love to my wonderful Stacey, in her beautiful palace, in my favorite of all spots there, her gorgeous Longroom. U cannot ever fathom her huge chocolate brown eyes, her long brown hair with 100 natural off colored highlights all through it and down just past her knees, thick and voluminous, and luminous, so bright that a living entity would actually instantly dissolve if the fullness of it was right there in front of U.

I told U that all of this siege caused many new systems in roulette that I play at home, to all crash. This is what these scummy evil twisted gods do, they intentionally make me agonize and suffer with non ending persecution and abominable harassment, and the agenda has been there right along, after all, did it all basically not start rearing its disgusting twisted ugly demonic head about the same time that I began applying the concept of PARALLEL EVENT to gambling games such as Roulette back in the springtime in 1985, down in RIP OFF CALLIOMARTINOVILLE, or ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATED OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, [ACNJUSAESMWG]? How can I claim 2 ever really know 4 sure anything, when part of these wicked god’s games R2 endlessly keep me as confused 2 all of this stuff around me as possible? Lady Di knew about it, and so do I. It is all in the Time Magazine, the issue either ending one or 2 in 1995 or the one or 2 starting issues in 1996. I report nothing untrue, nothing erroneous, nothing irrelevant, and definitely not least but just last, and in reiteration, I REPORT nothing that is not totally pertinent to all the other blogging texts that tell the true story of my endless nightmare life and sub-existence!!!!!! Finally with this part of the topics herein being discussed on CB-16 of TEOHIV, and by the way I am sorry that my abbreviation with this blog’s name may offend some as it surely has nothing 2 do with immune systems in humans that may not B functioning as well as they should B, but they persecute me to keep them getting so many victories over me in their evil sick and demented game that these twisted diseased perverted gods have been playing with me since 1986 or in this general area of time one year out or back from here, I mean really, come on, U have heard me say this over and over, U must B totally blue-ish purple in the face with pink yancy’s [polka dots on the astral realms], FLYERS FLYERS FLYERS AND MORE FLYERS, PHILLIES, PHILLIES, PHILLIES, AND MORE PHILLIES, DOW JONES, DOW JONES, DOW JONES, AND MORE DOW JONES, AND I DO NOT PLAN 2 EVER STOP BLOGGING NOR TELLING MY SAD AND MISERABLY PATHETIC STORY TO THIS SELFISH UNCARING EVIL WORLD, UNTIL IT EITHER GETS THE MESSAGE, OR SELF DESTRUCTS UNDER THE DISEASE CALLED REAGANEVILITUS, U MAY NOT FIND THIS LISTED IN THE AMA UNDER DISEASES, BUT Y WOULD U4 CHRISSAKE, IT IS CERTAINLY THE VERY DERN BEST TRUCKING KEPT SECRET THAT I KNOW OF, AND YEPPIR, I KNOW LOTSANLOTSA SECRETS, I AM THE SECRETS KING.

Today’s Revenge Secret [TRS] is this:
Murphy Brown was a hit show, and sleazy Candice Bergen played in thus and many other parts, I believe even as a LAW & ORDER judge. She attended a Looney-tune school just as I did, she went 4 a year and I went 4 more than 3 years, but she got 2 go to a nice soft place, called the Deveroux School, as she did not have powerful evil frightening Atlantic City enemies behind her total demise, she was just a strange and weird kid who they straightened out and returned to the regular non special education system. But Sarah’s people, McGuire, Martino, and the whole vicious gang of demented monstrous evil down there in east Atlantic County, made dern good and shore, not sure, SHORE, that I would B destroyed and sca-rued out of any chance ever 4 having anywhere near 2 a normal life. There is a family of people that live approximately 2200 miles south-south-east-woust of the Briggbase Central ops station on the Astral-Plane. When I lost consciousness or [FELL ASLEEP] by your MW definition of it, while living in the fix-up property, at the time owned by the child molester Thomas J. Reale, currently residing in Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG, on several nights just leading up 2 the night that I departed, the night of the 12th of July when I boarded the jitney-bus at Cornwall Avenue 2 take it 2 Arkansas Avenue and Pacific Avenue, and get off and walk 2 blocks down to the NJ public service bus terminal, there at this time in the MW year AD of 1970, I had a dream that seemed 2 begin on the very first night that I had it, and continued in series on each following night, it was very outlandish and quite scary 2 say the least. All through it, I was hearing them describing themselves all though no one of them in particular was I ever able 2 observe doing it, as THAT FAMILY. Remember how Sarah always refers 2 me as THAT BOY? The crux of the experience/interaction, was that the same people here on the mortal world from down here at this world famous seashore resort, have an astral counterpart family, well, Duhh, of course, but I actually was interacting in a very lucid as well as tremendously vivid way, in these series of several nights of wild dreams at the Cornwall Avenue house, that now is all part of the Ventnor Water works, that is also a part of the great ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, OR THE ACNUA. Click onto their website and C the great SAR’s place yourself, or go down, IF U DARE, and visit, if she doesn’t kick your head off, www.acmua.com. She is dangerous!!

As soon as I shot up yesterday’s blog at Ann Silva’s house as she has the Comcast Cable’s internet package along with cable TV and telephone service, Aniwho female version of the mountains and all other lessians and or Morians, a crash level plane nearly took Anne’s roof and turned it into a LANDING RUNWAY. Also by the way, the temperature in my area was 4 the most part less than 40 degrees, and also it felt raw, yet motor trash bikes were everywhere. There is no way these things R just coincidences and just happening by pure random chance. Planes everywhere, poison chemtrails everywhere, motorbikes all over in the cold, it is rare 2C one or 2 unless it is quite a bit warmer. So back 2 the plane that nearly crashed right into Ann Silva’s window: It was 15 minutes max since I posted up my blogs to the 2 sites, and then other planes followed, and then all of this incredible civil rights violating air siege is 2 keep that rotten evil Snyder mobster, and those filthy dirt ball Flyers Hockey team from ever losing. Well, HA HA HA HA, U-RAT-FASTERS, it did not work, my blog took care of that game with a 4:3 CRUSH crush CRUSH CRUSH, C R U S H!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE, WHOEVER SHE IS, AND WHATEVER GOT WRITTEN!!!!!! I have had other SIEGE SATURDAY’S, but this one was right up there in the top 40 for the 20 years or so of this crazy mysterious hell, but back again 4 a quick seck with “That Family”. I could just hear shrink-Emil on “L&O”, as he says it so cool and emphatically but more with facial than tonal expression, “THAT IS ONE SCARY DUDE” This was one very scary and bizarre 3 nights or so of major lucid sequence-dreaming, called by shrinks like Emil, serial dreaming, like a serial soap on TV such as ALC or any of them, they never start or end in short run play, but tune in one episode every 3 years, and U do not have clue one what is transpiring. This experience remained with me 4 many years, and it began with them forcing me into a hospital 4 surgery, after one of them shot me in the chest and I was laying down bleeding and coughing, it was extremely ‘real’!!!! I was told that I died in this hospital on the table but got revived with chest compressions, and when they did this, I vomited up my lungs and instead of lungs, they somehow had become large wash cloths. I was holding them and when I squeezed them, I would cough, and the washcloths would turn bright cherry red and ooze with dripping blood. They said they were going 2 attempt 2 put them back into me. This hellishness was how it all started on the first of these 3 or 4 nights of this serial dream. We can go on with this serial dream from July of 1970 at a later blogging time. Just let me open doors 2 things as I get in the mood, then later we can move into the rooms beyond the doors, and roam and explore many things down the long dark hellish corridors that lie beyond. I will quickly interject B4 terminating this part of the discourse that I admit fully that I had no Earthly at the time wisdom or knowledge of any details of the Briggbase on the astral plane, where this weird {THAT FAMILY} seems 2 fleminate from

Y not seriously ask yourselves this question and then really stand back and ponder and cogitate on it long and hard? Y would anyone that is sane enough 2 write detailed blogging text, good music, and whether U like what I write or not is your bizz, I am a BMI professional paid and royalty collecting song writer. Enemies control the major labels as well as the major everything’s. But my independent label history has got me years of royalties, airplay, and recognition. The only struggle was with Sarah, gee I really wonder Y, do U really wonder Y 4 Chrissake, literally??????, but really, my website and all my claims, backed up by things that U honestly cannot explain legitimately away, try as hard as U may, and on infinitem, there is nothing I could possibly stand 2 gain, telling the internet world willing 2 listen, my story of what has happened to me and my life in detail since the ages I could do more than crawl.

If U requested TPB that I copyrighted in 1994, as all of this Sarah stuff was around the corner from getting a real serious major foothold and choke hold on me and my life, U would put even more fantastic pieces of this huge cosmic jigsaw puzzle together. Pieces would not just begin 2 fit, they would B almost magnetized 2 slam into their perfect proper pieces to complete the puzzle, and help 2 solve it. The entire cosmos is attempting to solve its cosmic equation, and all things that happen, R indeed this very process. No matter what is truly and totally going on with me, it can never fall outside the scope of the larger whole of this cosmos forever in attempt 2 solve its cosmic equation, this simply put IS what it is all about. Well the assholes R beginning 2 drive in and I must start thinking about packing it up 4 the day. I will not B posting up the blog at Ann Silva’s house, as I’d get no sleep, I gotta come right back in for the swing around shift 2-night.

GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES, this is an official web logging document, and is copyright protected in the names of MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should these names appear any place on these blogging texts. I swear these truths R fact, totally the truth, with absolutely no additions nor omissions. DATFILE XXIX TERMINATES TRANSMISSION AT THIS POINT.