#4 JOM

“LIFE JOURNAL OF ME, FROM NOW UNTIL I AM MAGGOTS, #4”
SUBTITLED, “It Would Take 60 das 2 list them all”
Just past nine this evening on the east coast of the United States,
And at this time I open up this blog:

I would say good evening but then maybe nobody ever is reading this. Then again 100 may read this someday and yet all of them will read it in the afternoon, think about it BRR!!!

Last night or really very early this morning I attempted 2 fall asleep and should have, but I cannot remember the last time, after a grueling past few days, and being up 18 hours, not being able 2 quite quickly leave all of this non-dream-city behind, Misses Brooks, and steal away with Robbie and the 1980 gang off onto the AP. But last night or this early morning, whatever Donald Cialoni, was a horse trough of a different hue. I know I was not trying 2 baptize myself as once B4 about 16 months back, yet still, this interaction was incredible, and involved many characters from my past, and many that I never were consciously aware of until hours ago, and still after eventually managing 2 ‘fall asleep’, as the common expression is used upon this gods-green-brown-Earth, let me merely say it this way: I was on the Ricktown-1 Airship, and things did not go 2 well. Exploratronically I was pirated away forcibly, by an old late seventies coworker, by the name of Gerry Patterson, it was a wild and extremely unpleasant experience and I awoke out of it shaking like a petrified jack rabbit. B4I tell my journal this interaction or the accepted word in 2009, dream, let me get some other things more up front, out of the way and said. Somewhere lost in the shuffle of sanity and normalcy, and an average level education in a civilized country, is a world that I distinctly remember living in and being a part of. In many ways things may indeed have not been all that different, but ever since Jimmy told me that he knows that I am indeed dead, in almost as eerie a way as the mysterious Phwiladelpjhia disc jockey in 1973, and this story 2 date has never dared B harped on, but let me keep right on moving here, no bull pit, no stopping, no getting off on tangents, none of this as all, or as Lightning likes 2 say 2 me, “Ricky, none of that”. By the way, L, I love the bright yellow boots with the very high backs, that U got me 4 a present the other day, U and P-Junior. Thank U both so very much. I will treasure them 4 all eternity. Back now however 2 this new world that I am learning slowly and methodically 2 cope with at turtle speed. Almost 5 years now it has been, since U helped me 2 secure employment at my part time position on the weekends under the New Jersey Workability Laws 4 those that collect benefits from the Social Security Administration, Jennifer Washburn. About a year into my job, things started rapidly changing, and shortly thereafter, many unpleasant things started 2 happen, as Atlantic City, New Jersey became more and more involved with the operation of my employer, natch, details would B illegal 2 blog. But it was not until last Sunday night at about 5 minutes B4 midnight starting Monday morning, that all the mysteries got totally cleared up 4 me on Y my boss started hating my freaking guts 4 no apparent reason when once upon a time, things were at least OK between us.

4 sake of anonymity, I will say I am working 4 the Tyler and Makenny Transport Corporation, and my boss’s name is Robert Johnson. Robert and I were always on good speaking terms until one day he during his divorce, he began getting business from my personal enemies because his direct salesmen were in touch with his ex, who resides not that far away from the great New York Hampton’s. This is when the interactions about my being on the job began happening, as well as the nasty astral projections. The entire thing has been put together over the course of one day, Monday, and it did not help things 4 me at all empire wise, the evil empire scored a full evil as I all ready knew would B the case, and told all of U on SUNDAY AFTERNOON’S BLOG. One quick footnote that only I understand, here must B inserted. Remember that powerful experience, interaction, dream, whatever, when U were but a young lad in this life-time and living in the apartment where the chain was stolen from your strongbox? Remember the circle and the left and right sides of it and the 180 degree arcs, that were so incredibly pronounced in this super vivid and wild experience, yo? Now I know Y the boss has hated my miserable guts 4 the past 3 years at my job. What little people the so-called mighty and powerful really R. U know, we all R really as big as what makes us angry, and what we R not willing 2 let go of. U all can remind me of the Atlanta ball park all u want, I am a little person, I am printing this message 4 the high and mighty out there that totally believe that not only do they walk on water, but change it into wine while doing freaking so. Those however that feel genuine remorse about wronging another, they R huge in the eyes of the ‘spirit-world’, but then since we all as a basic society, so advanced and mighty and scientific, have now all but completely buried this so-called concept that there even is any such thing as a ‘spirit-world’. Then came the sign that was painted on the mighty SORIAN-18-GUARDHOUSE, that said not 2 park at a certain gate ort along it, but not only NOT 2 DO THIS DEED, but not 2 even think about doing it. Seems like overkill when u all ready have the total authority and could merely post a quick sign NO PARKING, VIOLATORS WILL B FIRED. Yeah, so much truth does indeed eventually reveal itself. I hated not knowing Y this guy seemed 2 turn on me so viciously without cause or provocation of any sort, oh WELL, now I know better, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do I believe that anything just happens at random, well, U all know where my position is on that by now, Billy Heart-Atackackackack. Did UC the numbers that ‘popped in’ today, BRR? And then it gets even better when U subtract the smaller from the larger, or if U really want Billy’s attack 2 strike your heart over in Hackensack or Hoboken, try squaring electricity’s number (27) and then dividing by the (4) horsemen number and seeing if after U round it off to 182, if this is not the amount of days except on leap years, between Pee-Junior and SSJKK as far as birthdays go. No they don’t lie, and U have a great show there, Mister numbers. If I did not adhere 2 the gamblers-rule of never bet the rent money, I would have bet the 4-BD #’s and in my first 2 bets, made 64 units. On dollars or nickels it seems a bit measly, but on the black or double black level, the whimpiness of this falls off the screen like dead mosquitoes after a blast of direct RAID or BLACK FLAG strikes them, BRR. Yeah, do not think this could not have been done today, Mister Hair.

Jamie Silva was going 2 come and visit this summer, but told Dawn that he has been experiencing vertigo. Shades of 6500 stock markets of ME’S?????????? The MILLIONTH-COUNCIL can do anything they want 2 anyone they want, any time they want, so I ask U, is that power or is that power????????? Energy divided by time is the true scientific definition of POWER, but then, maybe I have my mc-own spin on things. Well Roger, UR no liar and I owe U an apology. Maybe I do belong laying bricks like Grace Kelly‘s dad B4 his daughter took Hellyweird by storm and went onto marry the ‘king’. Here that pays a nice living, and after last night, well sir, I would no longer want 2 ever B back at the lab than the man on the meteor. But then, the MILCO knows what they did, so the heck with the world and what they know. This is a life journal, it is only important that I know what the heck is really getting said here, me and,----THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far still and all, the FBI Landlord Steve Caruso, Jamie Silva, and U Rog, 3 people that were gonna visit me 4 sure B4 summertime ended. What was your excuse Rog? Cuz Dawn said just today she is anxious 2 rap with U about fam. Well, whatever is happening, and I know something is, the experience last night was brutal. I now know Y the studio was called Laboratory after the words Recorded Publications. I never knew Paula King had a vested interest by lending the Goodman brothers 1000 bucks in the early fifties, or really her dad, and since she inherits this huge Corzine Sorian 18 NO PARKING estate, with the emphasis on PARK and PAR-KING, hold on a second, need 2 insert earplugs, the gonging and crashing is taking out my ears right now, DING, at 19 BELLS, Alex!!!!!!!!!!! So all I have 2 do is sit in a casino parking garage and make the Magnesonic believe that I am in an Earthquake and it will strike back, wow, it’s nice 2 know that little trick, a bit 2 late but please, if U get mad at me SSJKK, once through the mind is bad enough 4 this poor old Indian Squaw, that old British musket did the trick honey, and the next thing I knew I was 8 years old as Franklin. Take it easy cakes, and best of luck 2U, always. I only wish U the best, U know that. But still, I had 2 let the world know that I all ready knew the near future, shades of a parade 11 months ago, brown eyes?????????????????????????? I can only B as careful and cute with words and as subtle as is possible 4 me, U know I mean U only the best, do not hate your THAT-BOY, just please SCYLLA, IWALU no matter what U and your wonderful family pull off against me. UR my Atlantic Ocean, and nothing can ever change that. The guards threw me out again today, but come Thursday, UR mine forever. They cannot stop me from swimming g all the freaking way out 2 the horizon and loving u all the way out, SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once upon a time I would have accused some human force of getting into this house and reading my notes near the computer today as we all were down in Atlantic City at the Donald’s. Now BRO I totally know better. Forget about Harry and the 7 and 9 and the boss Cialoni, and Gerry and Sue, it is all way beyond silly EXPLOREATRONIC adventures. This goes beyond all human reasoning, and all though I knew that when my vehicle was indeed stolen the day B4 Christmas in 1979 outside of the recording studio, and Gerry and sue were able 2 find it and plant the same thing into it that is now in any vehicle I drive, and is how they do all the things 2 me that they do, but now I know that these 2 fake employees were working under John King all. Along, and that it was no accident that Michael Walters told me 2 take those albums out of the overage file right in the nick of time and not 2 late, and that HAIR or DG’s version of it was in that file all along, as last night, I was back in the year of 1973, and was up there, and was told all of this, by Gerry Patterson. When they caused Gerry 2 get a fatal heart attack, it was about 2 hours later that another person got one here in the waking world. This is Y Thursday I will B in Northfield, New Jersey with AKA or Ann King Silva, at a viewing. But this and only this is Y the Press of AC was bought today, NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, DOES IT SKY??????????

I am planning 2 execute a very meticulous and special suicide that even doctor Kevorkian will B proud of someday when all this dirty underwear gets thrown out and exposed. Once I am gone and U peeps do not have me 2 hurt and injure every day and night, your markets will drop within 30 days 2 under 1000 points and it will b the end of life as all of U creepy pig filth know it now, the total demise of overtyping that all of U deplorable and despicable trash stand 4 and represent, and I will B safely tucked away forever in oblivion, total nirvana, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, no Miss Gaines, we do not need any part of the added letters here of “IR”, thank U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO. Oh and by the way, as I came out of trance and exploratronic hell-interactive, back in 1973 at the recording studio, the telephone was cut into by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and some one or some thing, CAPTAIN, illegally violated my rights under the law.

I now close down this blog, BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!