THE LONG ISLAND STORY

“THE LONG ISLAND STORY”
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT-CONTINUING FROM 1995 AUDIO
DATE AND TIME FILE: 031809.645---Beginning Transmission:


When precisely today this posts up 2 the net world, is not know by me or any normal non WOMOF-TAWF-ite, that is not either controlling and manipulating the entire Shakespearean arena, or else is in some top covert hush-hush black wet works secret lab somewhere, with a negative space field at their command, Tony and Doug. Wow, just what did they know then in Hair Delilah’s time, BRA, and was it really the age of Aquarius or the age of covered up technology such as is the contentions of the UFO researchers and Roswell believers, that seem 2 believe in their back-monkey so whole heartedly. Whatever is really going on, it matters only as much as it effects 2 things, and this is reality son, and these things R each of us on an individual basis, as well as all of us as a collective global sociological order, (society). If any one of U out here that‘s reading these words, really thinks that as far as the all or omniscient knowing of the story being given U in its absolute quintessential totality, is indeed privy 2 me on my awake and physical plane conscious level, UR deceiving yourself. I never ever made a claim like this, and in fact, I constantly say, “SHIT MAN, I JUST DON’T HAVE ALL THE FREAKING ANSWERS’, BR!!!!!!!!!! I do KNOW WHAT I KNOW, just as I claim 2, and even made it a public record on October 31st of the 07 year, by copyrighting a song along with a group of other songs, in the Library of 13-Congress in Washington-13, DC, and this song and the particular lyrics discussed pertaining 2 both this blog and the lyrical content of that tune from THAT-BOY, is entitled, “Gonna Win The Powerball”. It was written in 2005, and made a part of the History Marker Mountainpen System or (HMMS) about 2 and a half years later on into negative space. B4 moving on with this blog, I telephoned Karen at the reality office that she and her partner Tom, head up and co-own; and I told her what is happening and being done 2 me, as this is also a strategy that is part of the HMMS, and if she was not available, I would merely have left on her voicemail system, a legal DYING MAN’S UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, BRO!!!

Please do not rush me, I will get into both the major interaction with my family and how I was stuck on Long Island, forever, in that horrific nightmare experience shortly after losing my worldly wakeful awareness around 2 AM this moUrning, and also, I will B telling lots of connected other details of significance, and tie stuff all together real nice and neat like Harner’s old girlfriend Sally Girl. Don’t get a stroke Roseanne. The BRIGGERS R a major story in and of themselves that not even Dickens, Tolstoy, Patterson, Spielberg, Serling, Christie, King, and all the rest of the all time greatest authors all combined together, could ever even hope 2 do one tid bit of justice 2, in so far as telling all of the truth and reality about them and how they effect all of us, the (dream-downers), also Prince both formerly as well as presently known as the human race. The Lambrigger Cultists R a one and the same reality with the one third of the mighty AWA, or ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY, known also Prince, and others, now, formerly, and forever, as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Google up the subject of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, U will find a lot more than just me, discussing it, however, call B bold and brazen and even a Trumpite egomaniac if U wish, but I am the only one awake here who truly knows exactly and precisely who and what THEY really R, and what their plans and motives and agendas really R as well, for all of us, the HUMAN RACE, that has been in a major losing mode 4 quite a long stretch of 4-D now!!!!!!!!!! All kidding and joking any word puns aside, 4 this ever 2 truly become the HUMAN RACE THAT WON, we need 2 know the truth about the mighty and very frightening entities called THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. This subject is huge beyond huge, it is one third of them that R the entire Lambrigg Cult, or the BRIGGERS, this is sort of an accepted Astral slang, the word BRIGGERS, they R residents of a location called the BRIGGBASE, only on the Astral Plane, location is an agreed upon interaction, as is the time and the various entities taking place in the interaction as well. It is as total reversal of all of the laws that R very real and inviolate here in the waking world, also known as the PHYSICAL REALM or PLANE, study a fascinating religion called ECKLANKAR iof U think I am masking up as bunch of nonsense here, just GOOGLE UP EXKANKAR, and then let your fingers do the walking, or your voice on level 5 programming 4 the real advanced PC users that have a TB of memory and all the other bells and whistles that almost make your system qualify as a super computer, interesting initials, huh Waterworks Sarah????? Now bear freaking with me, readers, I will tell what happened to me in what U think of as my dreams last night, and that is fine, think all U want 2 in just the way that makes U the most comfortable, better that and 2 keep U as a reader, than 4 me 2 try and force a new learning curve ob somebody and thereby in so doing, risk losing parts of my non willing audience. No, sir, mam, I will not forget. U will B told a lot of emerefing stuff in this whittle bwog Elmer Wabbit Fwudd, whaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Just grab a nice snack and please B bathroom finished 4 a while, U need 2 read this through without lots of interruptions, and then reread it again, it will in all honesty get quite major, and I am not gonna spare feelings, people, potential harmful situations and reprisals, BRO, it is gonna get told, TODAY.

B4 we do get really started here, BR, let me tell U one magic thing, and B4I do that, some have pondered and asked me indirectly and even flat out straight and very direct, just what got said at the I-Ching Berryville restaurant that possibly could have led other not so close in family members of THAT-FAMILY, 2 go berserk on me when I came back home 2 the TAWFHOUSE-HOH directly following the fill of my ordered food that terrible sick twisted nasty ass day, BR?? U all also wanna know who it was, I said close in, I mean close in, so now think (opposite of close), and the clue won’t get better than that, and if it is not good enough, then just go and ask your mechanic, or a murder-4-hire tractor trailer driver back into positive space the same amount of years that it takes a new born baby 2 legally vote in the United States, BR. They may B able 2 solve your riddle, it really is not a big-brainer, booby!!!!!!!!!! Now is this all subtle enough 4U my BEAUTIFUL TALL BROWN EYED SCYLLA??????? Now what WAS said? Family stuff was said, and B4 one thing had led 2 another, I blurted out 2 her, with a slight Dragnet innocent deal protection involved, “Annabelle, I know exactly who UR”, and then I said the name in full, and she stared hard at me and said that we all R watching U, just like those 2 little children told U back in eighty-two when U fell asleep that Saturday in the Medical Institute. Needless 2 say, I had 2 change my underwear when I got home. We talked 4 maybe 15 minutes, and I told her many things and made one promise that I have yet 2 keep, but will, all of THAT FAMILY knows and calls me the ultimate procrastinator. I know this is one of my numerous personality flaws, and I was not always like this. This developed after decades of relentless hell and death siege on me day after day after freaking ass day BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! Personally, I think she called up cousin Ann on her cellular telephone, while I was on route driving home that night with my Chinese food, and said something, the gods only know exactly what, and I came home and got totally and completely freaking pummeled, reamed, and crucifreakingfied!!!!!!!!! Oh well, so did the step uncle of my sixty-first granddaddy, BR!!!!!!!! SOSDO-WEIN, SSDD, or different millennia in this particular freaking case!!!!!!!!! People of power seemingly R no different than anyone else, or the families of them anyway. They do not mind as long as names r not used, telling so many things that they R disgruntled about with their peeps, and maybe it gets some emotional baggage off of their chests 2 do this with complete strangers, only I was no stranger, as she found out in short order. This is YI claim that the Spielberg/Patterson club could all consort together and collaborate 4 literally a solid decade, and never B able 2 create a work of fiction as major and totally outlandish as my bizarre nutty story is. It is so far beyond the pale and the known barriers of things that just seemingly could never happen 2U, only crissake they really R freaking happening 2U, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Y is this incredible family doing this 2 me, and do they even have a waking world agenda? The answer is unequivocal and absolute, I know all of this with total omniscience deep from within my very innermost ‘spirit’, and that answer is NO!! It really is a big fat no, and I do not hold Scylla at all responsible 4 any of this, nor her family. However, as William Shakespeare said so perfectly a while back in positive space history, or in the past if U prefer this wordage, there is a stage and we R all players acting out a part. If we R then sir, who is producing, directing, creating, financing, operating, and totally behind in an executive functional way, this EARTH ASTRAL DREAM DOWN PRODUCTION? Well, none of U know the answers, and I do not have all of the answers, but those answers that I totally do know that I have, R now gonna B imparted 2 my mighty wonderful blogaud, BR!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the BRIGGER CULTISTS, or the one third of the MC-AWA, pronounced by me occasionally in a slang way, the ‘Macawa’, is totally behind our entire waking world ENTERTAINMENT WORLD GLOBAL SYSTEM, with HOLLYWOOD, CALI, ranking in as the number one hot spot hub or central dreaming office so 2 speak. None of these BRIGGERS consciously will =ever remember knowing each other or understand what forces have brought all of them together 2 do all of the things that they indeed do, all of every one of their unique and individual or even as any collective projects, B it or them any parameter of art, musical, dance, theatre, ANYTHING that is in any potential and possible way connected in the world of ENTERTAINMENT. Even the very word (ENTERTAIN) and the word (BRIGGBASE), R one and the same word out on the dreamshift, or the spiritual worlds, the ASTRAL PLANE, or any word/phrase system that your mortal waking mind insists upon relating it through. Now I can talk as U all well know on and on and my middle name indeed is WINDBAG, and so Y deny it, but in my own defense, there really is just so much 2 say. I have so very freaking much 2 tell, and I must tell, ass this is one huge way, and my only freaking way, 2 fight this disease back when they pummel me and assault me and viciously attack me, as with the case of today, and most days now 4 longer than most murderers serve in prison after a conviction 4 murder in the second degree, in the average state in America, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! But later is sometimes more prudent than right now, when all of U by now R going a bit rammy nuts on me wondering when the title 2 this blog, the story of Long Island and last nights;’ major hellish nightmare dream interaction is gonna get told on the blog, cheer up BRA, hows does right about now sound????????

Until the early summer time somewhere last year in oh-eight, I had absolutely no idea where the great Mariah Carey was born or where she grew up, where she attended high school, and basically anything about her. This information is all over the internet, I just had no interest in it at all. I always was sort of a fan, and thought that her voice came straight from the heavens themselves. I never thought that any human being could sing like this in a million years, and this is all the compressed total truth about this subject. I was blogging along about my life, my Sarah, my nightmare story, and many things, and this also is all public record. All the things I say if any of it is a lie, can B disputed publicly in 10 seconds, with a quick Google search here and a few PC keyboard keys hit in combination there, so Y lie when it is of no value? All things that I say right now, just check it out. It is as simple as 123-ABC, and boy toucher MJ himself. First, ask any mathematician if what I now say is incorrect. The table of 3 in the base ten decimal system used by most persons has 9 exactly divisible points going as high as the number 27. This number was in a dream that I will never forget having in either late in the year of 1984, or early in the year of 1985, while residing ion a town called Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USAESMWG. By the way it is exactly 5 of the clock now as evening has replaced afternoon, and I am experiencing a nasty left side Morty Mortino {Death-Angel} attack as I type and speak. Back on point now, I never thought of this number, and it meant absolutely nothing 2 me on any awake and worldly aware level here in the tangible material so called reality. I had just come home from the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic city, New Jersey, and had fallen asleep at the wheel on route 130, a busy highway even around midnight. I was at this time presently employed at the Mac Intosh Motor Inn as an assistant 2 the Maintenance man, a cool dude by the name of Jimmy. I crashed that night into a stream of oncoming traffic and instantly in a dream state found myself crossing over the grass median at that time, today it is a concrete barrier. I also at this time was totally unaware that I could not remain dead in my present personality humanly, that Summer was up in 2301 retracing me every time I physically died, using a powerful technology called Distance Delay Lazar Trace, or DDLT-TECK. A lot more about DDLTT is discussed in somewhat greater detail and is all printed on many previous blogging texts, and all of it is posted in one or more of the so far 5 blogs at the website of www.blogger.com/ This was the original site that I began my blogging Morianity project on the internet with, somewhere in the mortal year of 2005 in this particular atomic signature in the unfathomably gargantuan sized hyperspace containing all of the universes. Later on, I went onto www.mindsay.com/ and www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ and was thrown off of the mindsay sight, and I can only guess due 2 my profane language when I get extremely provoked 2 anger. Then recently again, while still on 2 sites, I added another 2 sites, www.wordpress.com/ and www.soulcast.com/ and am currently now on these 4 sites, all set into a speed dialer set up by the ingenious mind of Ed Himacane. He claims 2 almost have Einstein’s intelligent quotient. Watch out, as genius, insanity, and enlightenment R all points on a 3 sided perfect equilateral triangle, and that is pure truth from wiser men than I will ever B, such as the great Sock 4 one, BR!!!!!!!!!!!! Getting back to number 27, I had been retraced while living at 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, milky Way Galaxy, this part of HS, wherever that precise harmony group of totally agreeing sub atomic frequencies
R truly blend together, I went 2 sleep within minutes of getting home and jumping into a quick shower. Instantly I found myself right back where I was, which was the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino, later 2 become the Bally’s Grand, and now the Hilton Casino at the southeastern most strip of the Atlantic City casino systems. I was even standing at the very same table that I stood in what chall consider 2B waking world life, just 2 or 3 hours earlier. Suddenly while I stood there with a chip in my hand and about 2 place a bet on some outside part of the roulette layout, a bolt of beautiful bright reddish white lightening came down from the ceiling and the skies far above that, and landed perfectly into the circle spot on the gaming layout, where the number RED-27 was. A voice so beautiful and young then said 2 me, “Little boy, this is my number, the number of the electron, number 27”. U do not forget a powerful “DREAM/interaction/whatever” like that, at least I don’t, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Now it was not until about 23 years later 2 the day, or just shy a couple months, that I learned that Mariah was born in Huntington, Long Island, New York, NYUSAESMWG on March 27, 1970. All I ever really knew B4 early into oh-eight was that I was one of her mega millions of fans who loved 2 hear her beautiful singing. The only thing I need 2 add in all fairness, or 2 things really, is something that did happen at a health spa in 1995, and then, 2 years later and shortly after this place mysteriously closed down with the same suddenness of the Dark Shadows television show’s termination early in April of 1971, was the powerful dream/interaction where the Publishers Clearinghouse Prize Patrol was at my door in my Somerdale, New Jersey, USAESMWG home, and I answered it and was told that I had won the jackpot prize. Later, it was not me, but the winner turned out 2B a college girl by the name of KJ McAllister. If anyone knows about my hellish nightmare landlord Richard Karpf from cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, and it all has been talked about on previous blogs, U know how he forced me 2 use McAllister oil 4 my heat. They were the one place that forced my mother and I 2 put up a huge deposit with them, other people that we used in past homes that we rented, told us they would not do this, but we were stuck and already had signed leasing agreements with that monster evil diseased nasty landlord. I came 2 learn shortly after this 1997 dream with KJ McAllister being the actual waking world jackpot prize winner, that KJ stood also 4 John King in reverse, and I came 2 learn about Paula King, her name, and description, from John and Photeous, the parking lot owner sons that worked the lot on the very year that I was beginning my great and fantastic search 2 find LORDESS, or SARAH, as this would B translated into 6,000 years ago in the Aramaic tongue, sort of a coded form of ancient Hebrew. It took a while 2 remember the blocked memories that this Paula had raped me in the bat parking lot one day in early July of 1969, as well as back in 1967 in room 323 at the then TRINIDAD MOTEL, now called the SUPER 8, and is basically the exact same structure with only the balconies removed that faced the west, and is on Tennessee Avenue, in good old Atlantic city, Blue Jerk-C, and has been since early in the nineteen-sixties, BRO. Now as I started 2 tell everybody, the table of 3 goes 9 times into the electrical number of 27. 18 is also in this table, 18 and 27. Sarah J. Karge was born in Trenton, New Jersey on the 18th day of July, back in the year of 1896. Reverse the 8 and the 9 and U have 2 powerful things, my life ending as I once knew it forever, and Scylla incarnate being her true Astral age, 16. She was also born on month number 3 in present incarnation, 3-18-27, and July is month 07, and its inverse is 70, how many proofs R needed, beyond the obvious ones, I mean really, take the ear wax out everybody, no human can sing like Mariah Carey. Now in this 2 part 1997 interaction or U may say DREAM, after the prize patrol told me I had won, and not the waking world coed KJ McAllister, or King John-16, symbolically, wow, maybe 17 bells of SPL with that gonging set of cymbals, golly, Mister Caddydying Zatman, do U sell a drum set that nice BRO?????????, but after this part one, part 2 shifted off 2 me shutting the door and thanking them 4 the giant prize check, and then I waited 4 the street 2 clear of all the fanfare and photog men and went back outside 2 get my mail, the box was right at my front door. There were several bills and junker pieces of mail, the usual, and then there was the unusual. This consisted of 2 strange number ten envelopes and they were addressed 2 me, and the return address was clear as a bell, some pent house and suite number in New York City, and clearly printed on these envelopes, the name was printed out in a bright orange pen, Mariah Carey. I took my mail into my room, remember now, this was an interaction or dream as U all would C this as. I took my long silver letter opener and opened both and then went 2 take out the letter or whatever that was in one, and found the envelope totally empty. Then I did the same thing with number two, and also, this was totally empty. I was ‘dreaming’ that she had sent me 2 empty blank letters, 2-letters. A few months later, after meeting Frank Callio 4 the very first time in May of 1997, at the Atlantic City Police Station, he was a sergeant on the ACPD, go 2, www.acpd.com/ and C all this 4 yourself. We talked a long time, and I gave him lots of papers that he thanked me for very gratuitously and asked me if he could make copies, and I told him 2 make a copy 4 me and keep the originals, they were the Callio family tree that Elder Hair had gotten 4 me at my behest, the nice man from the CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS, he had been assigned to the New Jersey area 4 a while, and eventually in early 2000 went back 2 Utah, him and his very nice wife, I had come 2 know them well, extremely nice and kind people. They knew something was very wrong in my life and did their utmost and very best 2 assist me in learning some of the answers that R all invoiced in my nightmare eternal and forever endless freaking hell!!!!!!!! I was nowhere yet at this time period ready 2 accept all of the things that I had come 2 learn and experience, in a nut shell being that Sarah was not his sister Sarah. They tried 2 make it appear that maybe it was and keep things elusive and mysterious and confusing as possible 4 me in the hopes that my desire 2 learns what really had happened 2 me as a boy down there in Atlantic City with THAT FAMILY, would just dissolve and go away. They could not make it go away, just like in the “I Killed DEEDEE” episode on the great LAW AND ORDER, not even the great man himself could get Adam Schiff 2 make his murdering grandson’s incident GO AWAY, some things just won’t and or can’t, GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!! Paula, Sarah, Mariah, the entire THAT FAMILY, is so powerful, so mysterious, so Earth shattering, that only once B4 did things get this wild and crazy, and it almost sent a great empire into oblivion, and again, THAT FAMILY, or 4 short, TAWF was directly at the center of it all, just as they R again today 2,000 years further into negative space from back then. I want 2 go on shouting out an incredible tale 4 hours and hours, but none of U would find the time 2 read it all, so let me now switch and shift over 2 my early moUrning interaction here on a KARGE THIRD, error on prior blog, sorry, I typed in KARGE QUARTER, every October 18, January 18, and April 15, is a Karge QUARTER. Every November 18 and March 18 is a Karge THIRD. Anyone basically understands that a year has 12 months, and that 3 month divisions would B quarters, and that 4 month divisions would B thirds. Sarah J. Karge was born on July the 18th. Today is a KARGE-THIRD. Major things have a preponderance 4 happening 2 me on all Karge thirds and quarters, the biggest things have greatest chances 2 occur on Karge Half and Karge birthday itself. KARGE astrally, means Krassle in the flesh. Sarah and Frank Callio had a grand mother, and this is who she was, Sarah J. Karge. I could go on and on, and as I speak a major crash level private CIA/NSA piper plane is taking lap shots at the roof top of this TAWF-HOUSE, BRO, at 35 minpers past six of the clock. Mini-periods or minpers R observed on the Astral Plane, and especially a lot in the Province of Olympia. I equate it 2 minutes many times while I’m dreaming down here as Michael Mountainpen. Let me move on now 2 the interaction as soon as I wrap up the reality about me and Carey. Except 4 meeting the strange dude at the swimming pool at the Haddonwood Health Club in the middle nineties, and the letter interaction 2 years later, and thinking how beautiful she sings, and is physically of course as well, but other than any of that, this is all I ever thought of when the name Mariah Carey would B mentioned. Nothing went beyond that in any way, shape, or form. Still, Y did she send me 2 letters that had nothing in them? Nothing? No, not nothing, the symbolic meaning was in the 2-LETTERS, her initials, MC. C as in Callio, M as in Martino, also, as in MARY CARTER Paints, and of course let us never forget the mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Callio married Martino back in the year of 1977 according 2 the Camden County Prosecutor working my case, Ron Wirtz, who I met on December the 5th of 1989, in his office, along with my pal David Roth, and his associate, the real life doppelganger of Angie Harmon or Abby Carmichael, Donna Spinosi. All of these things R facts, not fiction. I have better things by far 2 do with my life and my time then sit around telling all of this hellish nightmare to the internet world, and U can bet on that at the speed of light squared, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The man in the pool that told me he was MC’s second cousin, I have been told by another family member, Roger, just late last year, was really, DAD. How true it is, I can never know, it never can B verified unless MC knows and is someday willing 2 tell. The Y of it all has 2 do with a special Lawtronic action that is 4 reasons unknown 2 me, built into some members of the family. U may call it the defiance of gravity, I do not defy anything, I interact with things, I do not try and work against things. It is like a market fighter. Smart money never fights a market move or direction. They get out and move back in later. I do not fight, I learn how 2 better interact with. I have learned that finding ways of telling my truths, is the one and only way 2 fight this evil wicked sinful diseased slobs that R destroying and persecuting me. I will not defy them and go out with gun in hand and shoot something up. That is like searching 4 antigravity. I would rather put on invisible wings, an invisible motor, and fly as smoothly as though I was born an airplane. Anyone Googling up the family or Mariah herself will understand in very short order just Y her dad would have indeed been interested in following me to the Haddonwood pool. I am not saying this is what happened, I will never know unless she tells me some day. Now 4 last nights’ major wild nightmare interaction.

I fell into a very unhappy and dismal sleep. My life as U all know is total hell, awwww, I know nobody gives 3 shits, big deal, U do not have 2, but I still am gonna tell U that things R hell cubed, BR!!!!!!!!! Suddenly I am with Diana at a lovely waterfall and we R making very passionate love. She dangled her long knee length bright yellow hair into my face, which I love and she know s it drives me like totally nuts, and then we had the time of out lives 4 a long time, until suddenly I began 2C bright colorful spots appearing and disappearing all around me, and with that, Diana had vanished, and so had the freaking waterfall. I shifted into a room where at first I seemed 2 have absolutely no clue 2 where it was or any significance of it 2 me. Then it was suddenly totally apparent that this was the home that cousin Sandy had lived in with my Uncle Stuart and Aunt Gerry back in the 50’s and up into the eighties. But there was no sign of Sandy, or my Aunt or Uncle, only Sandy’s older sister Carol, who moved out 2 Cali in the early seventies with her then hippie boyfriend. B4I go on, my cable is being fucking messed with, the picture is coming out as though it is half reality and half some type of animation, and is on all channels. These diseased mother fuckers will not stop fucking with me and it is high time now 4 me 2 go to the BOARD OF PUBLIUC UTILITIES with my legitimate complaints, I am forced 2 pay a very high cable bill here and am getting crappy service, and no service half of the time, and it is not one fucking bit fair. It is highly illegal and just can never B proven, and all 2 keep the fucking FLYERS WINNING AND WINNING FOREVER, THE PHILLIES LOSING AND LOSING FOREVER, AND THE CROOKED AND FIXED STINKING FUCKING STOCK MARKETS FOREVER GOING UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Someone sure does not want my story and dream out on the internet tonight. Let me tell U that I just called cable and they were no help, so I totally unplugged the stupid black converter box, not at the outlets but at the box, it detaches at both places, thank the fucking gods, as Diana was playing games with me and would not let the power or HER ELECTRONS stop flowing into the system, even when I unplugged every chord from the battery back up system, does this fucking house qualify 4 Amityville, long Island status yet, speaking of the island from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I plugged the end part back into the box, and after it went nuts like it did a few nights ago, no other box in the house then or now was effected by the way, someone in Comcast is gonna get put in fucking jail if they keep thinking that they can endlessly charge me money and then fuck with me!!!!!!!!!!!! I know MY FUCKING RIGHTS UNDER STATE AND FEDERAL FUCKING LAWS, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all a total violation of my CIVIL AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, AND IF I DO NOT GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS EVIL NATION AND EMPIRE, IT IS ON ME, AND I WILL DESRERVE ALL THAT I GET, AS THIS IS WORSE HERE THAN NAZI GERMANY AND THE ROMAN EMPIRES COMBINED AND CUBED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should know, as I lived through all 3 of them!!!!!!!!!!! I exist in eternal damnation and hell, there is no escape 4 THAT-BOY. Long story now made short about the major interaction, if the world does not explode in its orbit while I try 2 freaking ass tell it, I suddenly saw cousin Carol appear in the house, and she asked me in a soft voice 2 follow her and I did, into the master bedroom where my aunt and uncle slept long ago, B4 cousin sandy sold the house after the death of both of her parents, Aunt Gerry from Lou Gehrig’s disease or ALS, and then my uncle went some years later at the end of 1986 with numerous medical problems and complications. Suddenly, 2nd cousins David and Barry were in the room with me and shook my hand. They were large, very tall and quite heavy set, how they truly look I do not know, the last time I saw David was when he was in his mid teens, he was average height 4 his age and quite thin and well muscled. In the interaction, even their faces were very round and seemed a tad overly large. They told me the house is not in Narberth, Pennsylvania anymore, it was resent 2 the island. I asked what island, and they both retorted simultaneously, U know, our place, Huntington. Then I instantly knew that they were referring 2 Long Island, and Huntington is about 16 miles giver or take across the island from Babylon where Uncle Heinz and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had their mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive, back in the sixties and seventies. They even had remote control television, when most people did not even have a TV screen much larger than 12 inches. Another death angel attack, and again on the left side is now occurring at about ten minpers shy of eight of the clock this sick and twisted super botbar fucking evening, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If U had some force making U miserable every diseased minute and every twisted day of your lives out there, would U tell me that U have the right 2 pursue happiness? If U think my twisted KING/KINGS family that branched off in some twisted way that is far beyond my freaking comprehension, can get away with choosing 2 curse me and take this hell upon myself against my will without even consulting me as a child and requesting that I carry on this generational game/curse, without me fighting back and shouting out as loudly as I can from a thousand mother trucking roof-tops, then they R all nuts as loose black diseased excrement. Anyway, so I walk outside of the house not really believing it, I mean I knew fully well I was in the house that I totally remembered and I knew it was not on Long Island, but was indeed in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG. But when I even approached the door and window next 2 it, and peered outside, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar 2 me, and with that, I bolted out the door and ran around like a wild man, until eventually calming down and as I lay on the very shinny grass, panting like some out of shape dog that I am, Barry and David, my second cousins, were suddenly behind me and told me 2 look into my right pocket, and I did, and pulled out a stack of 100 dollar bills at least 40 or 50 thick. They told me that I am in the real Long Island now, and that there is no escape unless I can board the exit train. I stared at them and asked them finally after taking a few very deep breaths and getting my breathing rhythm slowed down a little, what is the real Long Island? They sort of chuckled almost annoyingly quietly, and then cousin David the older of the 2 brothers by 3-5 years or there about somewhere, answered my query with these precise quoted words, “U know very well, UR in reality now, not that silly dream U get once in a while where UR Mark Mohr”, (Mountainpen), natch, they said my truer name. www.chemtrail-central.com/ www.chembusters.com/, here R2 great CHEMTRAIL sites 4 all of U2 visit, night chemtrailing is horrific, they R poisoning me, giving me utility attacks, amoral persecution, it just will never abate in the tiniest fucking way, or just Google up the subject and topic contrails/chemtrails, and it will fucking blow your damn minds how much shit is out there being discussed, 4 all U that think I am so whack and out of my deluded freaking skull, player!!!!!!!!!!! Back again 2 the story, but I was outside a minper ago taking out some of my bedroom trash 2 the cans, and the sky looks like one huge mess, like some 1988 kids wretched up a pan full of poached eggs all over what otherwise would B such a lovely clear and starry night freaking sky, with the LAR or the LLA, or without it, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! So my 2 second cuzes tell me that only this magic train can get anyone off the real Long Island, that there never is any escape. I went onto inquire how U get 2 this train and they said that getting 2 getting 2 it was not the problem, and reminded me exactly where it was when I used 2 visit my relatives all the time as a youth, getting off at the BABYLON STATIION, where Aunt Ruth would then meet mom and me and drive us a mile or 2 or whatever 2 their home at 175 Peninsula Drive across from the yacht club, wow, I am so Harvard impressed!!!!!!!!!!!! They said that a ticket costs 20 grand, and I then began instantly 2 count my money, and I had only 4600 bucks. They laughed and said I’ll never get off the island. Then a while later it shifted 2 some construction site where I had found work at a very measly pay rate, and after what we seemed years, I had amassed the money 4 the ticket so I could finally leave this awful place. Then it was suddenly my last night and I was telling my cuzes I was leaving and they laughed at me, and I then went 2 my dive of a tiny pad where I had a small bet and table and the gods know what else, practically nothing. Everything cost a KINGS ransom, Scott, and the wages 4 work were pitiful, and U busted your ass like a freaking dog. But here I was getting finally away, and then came the mourning, and I went 2 get my stash of cash that I kept hidden in a drawer under a loose floor board beneath a very bright green carpet. The money was there, all of it, the night B4, and no one could have gotten it nor had any way of having access 2 getting near it, U would think. Later I learned that my 2 cousins had a tunnel that they had secretly dug and got it from underneath. They split it between them and were gonna need only a little more 2 get away themselves, and then the dreamshift hit and I suddenly found myself in a real and ratty ugly bar and many noisy scummy people were drinking and whooping it up and partying like a bunch of filth bags. My cousins kept drinking and throwing money around like it was meaningless, and eventually, the night was over and they had spent every last dollar buying rounds 4 the entire bar. I could not believe this monstrous horrific fucking nightmare was really happening. I will tell so much more 2U all at another rotten mother friggin’ time when the time indeed so permits, but I must post this now and soon get Chicky home from his slob job, BRA!!!!!!!! The gods have mother fucking mercy on my diseased sick pathetic ass!!!!!!!!!!

Magnesonic, open command, destroy these wicked diseased fucking enemies, create horrific storms and disasters all over the frekin’ planet, or B totally wiped out and destroyed yourself, as your friggin’ creator has freaking spoken, all orders general and special, AND STOP.

Lots of rotten sick bastards out in the Bardo death lands R gonna B real sorry when I get out there soon and kick your fucking diseased asses. HELP ME PLEASE GODDESS DIANA, U SAID U WILL ALWAYS B MY LIGHTNING AND NEVER LET ME DOWN, HELP ME PLEASE, BEAUTIFUL BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!

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END OF THIS DEMONIC SATANIC LESTRONIC EVIL MONSTROUS SICK TRANSMISSION, MY BROTHER, AND CUZES, AND THE KINGS, AND ALL OF U’S.