moving in 9 monstrous dimensions

“Moving In 9 Monstrous Dimensions”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
7:10 at night on September 18th of oh-eight
BEGINNING OF BLOG:


What I have suffered through since my final late August blogging, is not speak able. It really is unconscionable. Writing lots of collegiate adjectives proves absolutely nothing other than someone has read a dictionary. I will harp on nothing on this blog, it will B an honest 2 the gods smattering of many bits and pieces of things and events that MO has put me through since the ending days of August and the posting of my last blog, not counting the test blog several hours back today where I cry out 2 the All Mighty 4 help, B4 it is 2 late forever more.

Here is a short list of some of the more horrific events I have gone through in less than 3 little short weeks of regular normal waking world Earth planet time: First off, I have been assaulted, kidnapped, locked up by the authorities and the criminals involved were believed over me and I was released right back into their custody after trying 2 make good my escape. B4 going any further on, on a physical waking world level, I know what U went through with Matola, MC, first hand, it was monstrous, I am so sorry 4U, and so proud of U4 getting through it, U have a fan out here of way more than just your music, but also your courage and perseverance is admirable beyond any words I could ever hope 2 throw out on a blog. Moving on, I have been under literally a barrage of constant continual persecution by the United States Air Force 4 weeks and weeks now, morning-noon-and night without let up, planes, military craft, choppers, Chemtrails, the works, go 2 these 2 sites and get some of the many info-bites available on the chem trail subject, www.chemtrailcentral.com/ and www.chembusters.com/ and many other great sites can B shown if U just Google up CHEMTRAILS. Google up conspiracy theory and learn a lot. What no one knows however is this, there is an unknown reality that no one but me knows about these jets, who they R and what they R and Y this crap is all going down. I have been abused again on the beaches of Atlantic City, 1975 all over again, only not beaten up this time, all though mental abuse is just as bad as physical abuse, ask anyone who has taken them both and they will agree with this I’m quite positive. Giant women and girls have been all over everywhere, every day, menacing and frightening and they enjoy picking on defenseless and helpless people, the bully syndrome, as discussed on many a prior blog, and sorry for the intelligence insult, I am sure U need not B taught any of this. Every day and every ni9ght both at work as well as here at my new home has been pure hell, every second has been awful, and it will honestly take me MONTHS and MONTHS 2 catch U all up on these 3 missed weeks due 2 computer downage. What amazes me is that death-angels have not been anywhere near as prevalent as U might anticipate they would have been. However, Dave Roth my old Caldor-113 store coworker and best friend that he came 2B as time rolled along after we met in November of the 85 year, said it all one night when he came over 2 my residence in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, United States of America, in the early nineties circa, and brought with him a road atlas map of the state and was amazed 2 learn how the road that I was living on, Route 561, was the same road that winded up 2 a place where I was viciously ripped off, a Mobile gasoline station, Anthony Caprio’s, still there and still owned by that sick monster bag of maggot filth, and it lead in the other direction 2 Jimmie Leeds Road, the family of the famous New Jersey Devil HIMSELF, the bird-monster, half human half vulture that secretly lives in and owns the Jersey Pine Barrens so legends go and all the way back to the beginning of New Jersey’s existence. The NAFAC Air Force covert black operations system of the 177th Air Tactical Wing and Federal Aviation Administration Center out of Pomona, New Jersey, a few miles due west of where else but Atlantic city, New jersey, is known all over by its OTHER NAME, the JERSEY DEVILS, even the Jersey hockey team takes the name, but it will always B and has always been my very favorite hockey team in the NHL. Between the area where ROUTE 561 becomes Jimmie Leeds Road, or the JERSEY DEVIL FAMILY ROAD, it also followed behind the trailer park where I came 2 reside from October 31st of 2000 through the 31st of August of 2008. Following the road down not quite 2 the Hers Potato Chip Plant of Egg Harbor but beyond the trailer park where I just moved out of, and there is a building that appears like a school on the north side of 561 heading east towards the seashore, and on the south side across route 561 is a large baseball field, and the name of the place is printed boldly on the building surrounded by lots of official looking and police cars, HARBORFIELDS. This is the ‘school’ from my repeating dream that began in the spring or summertime of the ‘70 year and continued until I had moved down the same road from it at the trailer park, nearly 8 years ago on Halloween Day. No more need 4 the repeating dreams now, I am down the road, or WAS, after moving in there 8 years ago, only not destined 2 figure out any of these Paula King Daughter Mysteries or PKDM’s as I’ll now term them, 4 nearly a decade 2 come. Paula’s magic daughter, and then there was the interaction with Paula showing up at my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill in Voorhees township, NJUSA. She had just miscarried and lost the baby that in much of the hyperspace or various parallel universes, I met this 9 year old, and later still she became a teenager, or Gabrielle, daughter of a real Egg Harbor resident, as also was Paula King, now she lives in Egg Harbor Township, to the south of the city itself, but still in the harbor, and with or without the electromagnetic realities of Transdimensional space time, or the FIELD.

I had totally forgotten about the 20 year anniversary of the day that I finally was able 2 unload a terrible property I had purchased through the HUD system in the Cramer Hill section of Camden, New Jersey, USA. This settlement was on a date I will never forget Mister Pearl, it will live in infamy Mister Roosevelt, it was eight-eight-eighty-eight. The night B4I wrote the blog entitled “PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS THE NEXT GENERATION PIGS“, I went 2 sleep in my trailer and had a wild interaction that would have forever have been consciously lost and forgotten 2 my waking world memory life if it was not 4 my journal’s and blogs, but holy landslides and moonquakes was I blown away after re-reading this last weekend at my job post during my lunch break, as I bring with me print outs of my blogging texts and works so as 2 refine and determine the course of things 2B mentioned and discussed 4 the following weeks blogging, and randomly picked this title about PIGS. This was not the main subject of that blog, I was being cute 4 numerous lengthy reasons not needed 2B gotten into presently. Bearing in mind that I had forgotten this dream-event totally in my waking world life, here came a powerful new dream, go ahead dream analyzers, get off on this one: I dropped off a week ago Sunday night last 4 a quickie snooze at work on lunch break, and found myself swimming in a bay area with docks to the right of where I was, and Mariah and I were swimming. Lightning was flashing high above, bright pink, purple, and white, over and over again in the darkening skies. I came 2 realize suddenly that she was nowhere around, and I ran up to a home high on a cliff. First there was a road after climbing a ways up, and then more cobble stone and wooden steps led finally up higher to a flat area that led me 2 a large exquisite home, and I ran in and called 4 her and ran out again running faster down the hill calling her name over and over but found not one trace of her anywhere. I never would have even put these 2 interactions together if it was not 4 the following week at work while just happening 2 randomly read the PIGS blog of 08/08/08, or again the 20th anniversary of my getting rid of that Cramer Hill nightmare property, just not on Elm Street, more like 26th Street if memory serves with accuracy after 2 decades passing. But it was on the following week, last one, that things got major beyond major, as I only thought I knew how 2 spell the word HELL B4 that. Tuesday through Thursday was a 72 hour period that proved forever 2 me anyway, that the bible is a total trucking lie, when it says that 4 those that love the great SAR, and I do more than my life a million times over, that they will never B given more than they can handle in burdens, BULL MANURE SQUARED bwaby-wuv!!!! I WAS. Tuesday the 9th I had 2 take Chicky’s 2 brothers to the JFK Airport in Queens, NYUSAESMWG, during rush hour Manhattan traffic, playing bumper cars with New York City Pros. It was beyond intense yet this is nothing. I needed a day 2 relax at the beach after this stressful hellish day, so Wednesday the 10th Ann and Dawn and I drove to Atlantic City so I could swim and Dawn could go 2 her AA meeting at the Trinitrail Goof-house that I had no way of knowing was there back a decade or more ago during my search and quest 2 locate the great SAR and had many repeating ‘DREAMS’ of the TRINIDAD extending the equivalent distance of all the way 2 Atlantic Avenue, all one huge building with many stories in height, and I lived there with my roommate, and I blocked out who she was, confusing her with a pit boss at Resorts International Hotel/Casino. Back on point lifeguards thought it was funny to not let me out in the water, a grown man, yet they let out a big fat lady, little girls, teenagers, all kinds of tiny people that looked frail or so fat they were tomorrow’s heart attack statistic. Yet I was not allowed in the water. I called the City Hall 2 complain the next day Thursday, and they had police come 2 my door at my new residence and take me 2 a crises sike ward at the Atlanticare Medical Center in Atlantic city. As the ambulance took me away and I lay strapped down and stretched out, I was crying like a baby saying over and over, IT IS NOT FAIR WHAT U ALL R DOING 2 ME. Thank U4 ABSOLUTELY NOTHING American Civil Liberties Union 4 not giving so much as a pintpiss of a truck about me 2 lift 1 finger these many years that I’ve been crying out 2U4 help against this EVIL ORGANIZED CONSPIRACY OF DIRTHOLE SCUMBAG SLIMEFILTH MONSTERS. Thank U so very trucking much!!!!!, 4 NOTHIMG!!!! Same 2U, GOOGLE, U should C someone crying out 4 help and help them, I don’t trucking need a sike doctor, I’m being trucking screwed the truck with butt wipes!!!!!!!!!!!! A couple of days ago a girl appears out of nowhere when I was taking Ann 2 the bank down the street 2 make a cash deposit on her account. She was in the wrong as she walks in-between parked cars that normally R going 2B opening their doors so we can exit our cars and get into the bank. She is on her cell phone in her own world and when I open my door and it opens up near her, she slammed it back in at me with so much force that my left shoulder hurt all the rest of the day. This is after I apologized and Ann also chimed in on my behalf telling her, “He didn’t CU”. But she then yells back, “He better watch what he’s doing”. These isolated things R the way every minute of my waking life 24/7 has been for nearly a solid month, and I am literally going 2 lose it and go out of my trucking mind if someone does not help me soon. I am doing what U told me 2 do, I am here in this house with no halls, and just lots of rooms that all go into each other, what do U want of me GREAT ONE???????? Persecution from the United States Air Force is every single trucking day, day and night and does not stop, it is relentless, making me violently ill on top of all of my other horrendous woes, with vicious monstrous bowel and heart screw ups, irregular sleep, my blood pressure was at deaths door at the Atlanticare Hospital, they said they were amazed that I was alive. What do these evil MONSTROUS MILITARY JERK WEEDS WANT THE TRUCK OF ME FOR THE SAKE OF THE FREAKING GODS!!!!!! I am just a poor helpless defenseless frail whittle nobody with nothing, Y CAN’T U TRUCKING RAT LICKING SEAT ROCKERS LEAVE ME THE TRUCK ALONE, WHAT DID I EVER TRUCKING DO 2 ANY OF U SCUZZY BITCHES 4 CRISSAKE?? This is the stuff that has been constant every day 4 more than 3 week, along with giant sluts everywhere menacing and frightening and evil. At the airport, some filthy diseased giant was starring at me and scared me 2 death, six 4 or better and built like a brick smells-house. Ann said she was really checking me out, leave me alone, FUDGE U ALL, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!! There have been lots of trashy girls messing with me, Ann is protecting me and says she will not let them get at me. All these persons R in on MY MURDER, AND THE MURDER OF DAVE ROTH AND MY MOM GRACE MOHR: TRUMP, MCGUIRE, SUMMER, MARTINO, CALLIO, SCHAU, SNYDER, ATLANTIC CITY GOVERNMENT, LOCAL AND STATE AND FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND THEIR COVERT AGENCIES AND MILITARY BULLIES. They “won’t give me a moments peace” Agent Condor and Agent Falcon, UFO the Cover-up WPIX TELEVISION, NEW YORK CITY, show from 1988, U all know what the truck is happening and U mall know in the media what I’m being put through so don’t even try denying it ya pricks, NOT A MOMENT OF PEACE. Motorcycles R always horrendous, the air siege is beyond off any dials of measurability, people follow me truck with me mess with me and do all they can do 2 wreck every second of every day of my McDonald Days of my damn life!!!!!!

Eddie at work put me onto something major and I will get 2 this in just a second, but as I lay stretched out in the Russ Walker Chemtrail ambulance of the Permission Barrier Dawnie Terrible, a giant DEEDEE raven flew right behind me, even the EMT mentioned it, I just lay there crying and begging Billie Swan 2 get off of his filthy dead duffer and do what he said he likes 2 do, cause bwaby-wuv-FWUDD, I INDEED DO HAVE 1 HUGE PROBLEM, so HELP!!!!!!!! I do what SSJKK-MICK says, move here into a place that only existed until very recently, in what mortal man would say DREAMS, now indeed IO am living here 4 real. A week ago, Dawn the ruling King was playing a Boys2Men/Carey-CD, and winds blew up suddenly after the 4th cut into the CD and the door leading from the kitchen into the laundry and utility area, slammed shut, making Ann Silva jump a country mile, I was facing the door and saw it happen, so was expecting it, but just as in the DREAMS, Queen KING hollers out from her room, “Mommy, stop slamming doors”, and she yelled back at her, “Dawnie, it’s not me, it’s the wind”, just as in all the MC “DREAMS”? Dreams my grass mole, BRO. I am in her upline nightmare. I have been kidnapped by an out of control wild dangerous teenager, and no one ever anywhere will listen 2 me or even make the slightest attempt 2 believe that what I scream out desperately is indeed ALL TRUE AND HELLISH!!!!!! H E L P __ M E!!!!!!!!!!!!, SOMEBODY!!!!!!

GOOGLE AND SWISS AND SCUMMER IN THE FUTURE AT WORLD LABS, HAVE SOME MERCY, FOLLOW ME AROUND, AND C HOW THIS IS ALL REAL 4 GODSAKE, AND SOMEBODY PLEASE TRUCKING HELP ME. RU ALL SO INHUMAN AND HEARTLESS? What do U want of me Sarah Krassle, all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS JEHOVAH???? WHAT DO U WANT OF ME TEEN QUEEN??????? None of this could have occurred while Dawn the King or Queen of the MORNING LIGHT herself, DAWN, was up in Secaucus. When was she Paula King released, but on the night of 11 July, every year, the 12/7 and the 7/12, how do I escape a deranged infinite teen queen that has power over life and death and all of your thoughts so you all will endlessly choose 2 forever disbelieve me and write me off as just some pathetic kook? I AM ETERNALLY DOOMED!!!!!!!!!

END OF BLOG, BUT HUGE METEORITES WILL COME AND U WILL ALL B VERY SORRY WHEN HALF OF THIS WORLD GETS PUMMELED, YOU R MESSIN’ WITH THE WRONG JACK OFF, BRO!!!!!!!!