ANYTHING GOES NOW-BLOG 12

“ANYTHING GOES NOW, BLOG 12”
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The day is starting out all (F) rhyming with major (T)rucked up. So far the computer is being hacked by none other than the MILLIOTH-COUNCIL, there has been a problem while attempting 2 take my morning shower, giant trashy girls R all over the place, people R all getting in my way. THE HOLOGRAM OF “MAJOR ANNOYANCES” is what I usually refer 2 this type of activity surrounding my making world interaction, BRR!!!! Things do not look good, and U can bet purple ugly eel chips that this is all ready a “MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK, AND A MAJOR ATTACK BY THE LIFE-JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 1786 WORLD”, COPYRIGHT OFFICE. If the examiners R scratching their heads, then all the ones working there 24 summers back must have friggin’ retired. Run back the friggin’ tapes. Unfortunately 4 me, my tape recorders R all built in, and they work quite effectively. The only time I get amnesia Doctor Rogers, is when the 2 most powerful families on this globe, forget about this so called other 498, R behind attacking me o0r my mom with what U called MOA on last weeks powerful show, that indeed, assisted me in putting gargantuan nightmares of my past, together real good, without any girls, curly hair, or copyrights involved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 the real meaty issues of today’s blog, as well as my hellish miseries that travel far beyond the scope of what 100 Dream-Works EW Cali-Corps or any ofem, could do in their most wild and deranged projects, all in the name of course, Kyle Mellers, of CAPITALISM, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me assure U that this will B one of those (Oh my gods reads) so if U ain’t inda mood, switch over 2 another blog like Kenny O’Malley’s Irish recipes, or John Brown named sheriffs, and guitar despisers of the 20th century, as this blog is gonna tear into some tissues and issues BRAH, and maybe just offend some peeps. Oh well, as U said 2 me over the telephone, Rodney D., in June of 1969; “Stay away from the shore son”, and then I replied the next day in a song with, “That’s The Way It Goes”. And they tell me I am paranoid and delusional when I have literally 1,000 friggin’ unexplainable happenings through the past 40-50 years, and none of it is written know with any intents nor motives that pertain 2 any part of capitalism.

Let me get this thing opened up with this major and sad statement lads and friggin’ lassies. I MADE A HUGE MISCALCULATION 2 WEEKS AGO GIVE OR TAKE A FEW DAYS, HUGE ULTRA HYPER TIME. I thought I would begin 2 open up some explanations, and shine some lights on some of the PARLOR TRICKERY, that has been and is being used, by both ME, and THEM; and yes, let me start again using a word or coinage of a phrase that I was doing, and decided 2 stop doing, until more facts came hopefully in; and yesterday at Ann’s doctor, they came rolling in with the nor’easter Atlantic waves; and this is (WOMO-TAWF). Believe it or not, WOMO-TAWF is not the subject of today’s blog, but other things indeed R so let’s get cracking here.

FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, YES, AS I TOLD U GINA, THE DOW JONES WILL FLY UP EVERY DAY, AND EVERY WEEK, MANY HUNDREDS AND DUNDREDS OF POINTS, WHEN THERE IS NO ‘WORLDLY’ REASON 4 IT. GAS AND OIL PRICES R TOTALLYTHROUGH THE FREAKING ROOF, THE MAIN STREET AVERAGE PEEPS R NOT 1 BIT BETTER OFF THAN EVER, AND THE BIGGEST SATANIC LIE OF THE WALL STREET TRICKLE DOWN IS IN PRERFECT SAFE PLACE AND PLAY. AND THEN, AS ALSO TOLD AND PREDICTED, THERE IS THE TRUTH THAT EVERY SINGLE GAME PLAYED BY THE FLYERS HOCKETY CHEATERS, THEY HAVE INDEED WON AND WON, AND THEY WILL CONTINUE RIGHT ON 2 WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN. I BELIEVE THEY HAVE WON 6 OR 7 OR 8 STRAIGHT GAMES NOW, JUST AS I FRIGGIN’ TOLD ALL MY BLOGGING AUDIENCE, WOULD PRECISELY OCCUR. EVERY FRIGGIN’ THING I SAID HAPPENED, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD, RIGHT ALONG WITH THE GAME 6 CRUSH OF THE PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES IN THE WORLD SERIES. IT ALL CAME 2 PASS, 100+% AND ALL OF U KNOW IT. IF NOBODY ELSE SEES THAT MY PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE IS REAL AND TRUE, THEN FINE, I WILL MAKE THE COMMENT ON MY OWN BLOG HERE AND KNOW, THIS MINUTE, U-GO-MOUNTAINPEN, U-GO!!!!!!!!

Yes, I made a terrible mistake. I thought that it was time 2 reveal how some of the parlor tricks were done by these 2 families, and I should know, coming 2 learn from the very quintessential masters themselves. Well, it was a foolish EFUP, and as a result, I allowed this EVIL EMPIRE 2 score, and suck out five quarts of my blood, while they on the other hand, gained enormous power, and have not so much as even looked back ever since. Exposure used 2 work, in fact it still works if U carefully observe certain rules that intertwine into this mess. UC, my involvement means that I exposed some things that I did as well, so it weakened me lots more than them, as they have so much greater resources than I do, that they R always able 2 recover from a temporary loss or set back, while I remain more permanently crippled up from it, this is Y Main Street verses Wall Street, is no different than the board game called Monopoly. Once UR the King-Cappy, UR the man or the woman, and that is that. Everyone else is then eventually is doomed 2B totally your slave, or else. Just play this game and tell me I make this up and am lying 2U, go ahead. Now some R wondering how real my stories and situations R. I know this, as I have my own set of eyes and ears out on my own streets, and none of U right now, need 2 know more on this subject. Still if U insist, ask Disco-Diva Donna Summer what happened on Pacific Avenue in Atlantic City in the summer time of 1980 while she was on tour at the Resorts Casino. She and hubby were walking and suddenly, yes it always seems 2 get back 2 shoes does it not, she knows what is getting said here, ask her. Some things really R not my place 2 get into specifics with. I am gonna 2 have 2 stop blogging 4 a while, it seems that my owners need 2 go 2 Wal-Mart, and then get their nails done at Queen Latifa’s Beauty Shop, but much more is about 2 get said, in fact this is an indirect favor. I can sit in my vehicle with my notepad and calmly jot down more notes and try organizing them better, as usually my helter skelter random punching out of keys, with my mind racing faster than my hands can keep up with on the keypad, is the way just about all of my blogs get done. I just type what the 6th dimension floods into my 6th dimensional receiver, (brain). As I type at 38 past eleven, an airplane is attacking me here at Frankiemyway and 13th Street, in the blueberry capitol of the planet, known also Sir-Prince, as Hammonton, New Jersey. OK, I am back, but still must go back and pick up Dawn, when she is all through with her Miss Lee Non-teen nails over at QL’s, 21 and a quarter years in the future. But speaking of the MAYA of time, it is now 5 past 1, on this Friday the freaking 13th afternoon, and if Jane Dimweeds hits me, I am beyond totally nailed, hammered, pummeled, and screwed, speaking of loving those Astral Plane carpenter vocalists, YO. Well, I played my roulette, and made as I do in casinos all over hyperspace, and even on the Astral Plane, and made me a nice quick 4 units, and had the smarts 2 stop right there, Lizzy. So far, U ended up a lot luckier than I have, but then, U had 2 endure the capture and the hell a lot longer. The entire thing is a fix and a set up. There is no winning against this WOMO-TAWF, and no stopping them either, huh Scottie? Missed me Mizz Disease, it is 12 past, U came close 2 nailing me, no friggin/ cigar, huh Sarah brick-chucking-sparking Karge. Yeah gods faves, 7 and 12 in either order, how SSJKK loves these numbers. Hay Scylla, don’t paint yancy’s on your new one, remember that has 2 remain special between us on the Astral Plane forever. Thank U so much 4 never leashing me, and letting me roam the streets of your Great City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, endlessly free. Still, where do I wanna ever go, brown eyes, funny how I suppressed the room in your great Kanwal Avenue Palace, U know, its name, my fave in the whole place, YO, Y couldn’t my rotten relatives have ever come clean with me, Y? Yes Rog told me on numerous occasions that U believe in moving past all the stuff on the island, but the real truth in your endless city without time, that I will never get past, and yearn 2B there with my Teen-Queen forever. If this makes U mad at me in you’re here and now human lifetime, 4 my saying all of this, and out 2 the world; then I am very sorry. But U do have 2 give me this one, McGuire is a mean spirited terrible person, and blood or no blood, look at all the things that he does 2 hurt people, U of all peeps SKY, know this, U were not 2 young, U remember. Now Roger told me that U did C the website, whether he is handing me a truth or a lie, only U and he know this MYE. If U did C it, U know from the pix just what he did again way up here in the nineties and again in this century. U know he is a no good rotten person that the world will B more than better off 4 someday when he is 6 feet beneath it. Let me tell U what your distant cuz Ann thinks, remember MYE, she worked in the bar right across from his place, the Trinidad Hotel Bar. She told me that he has done things not only 2 his own family but 2 other peeps that r more horrendous than many persons have done that R serving life-without sentences in prisons all across the United states. I am very sad and have cried almost every day, because of what this human appearing monster has done 2 many people, U and yours as well. But if cuz-R is being straight up with me, and U have seen the old M-F pix, U know that all my talk about hyperspace is real, U have seen it with your own eyes, and U know that this cannot B faked. U also know Y her did all this 2 me, ever since the time he was a young dude and I was still a teenager. U know MYE, we both know that U do. U know the recurring dreams R beyond what mortal man can explain, mine, and yours. Yeah, Cuz R. told me that as well. Sorry if that was a secret, holler at him if U want, I have no control whatsoever MC, over what members of your incredible family R, and have been up 2. That is your business and their business. Let me just add that electronics and inventing things has been my hobby in several lifetimes, 2 of which U may know about, there R others as well, and that is here in just this one universe. I was told also by R, that U know about your Egg Harbor, New Jersey, transdimensional sister, Paula King Junior, that U know about the place everyone used 2 live B4 the terrible Governor McGreevy incident where I did the dumbest thing in my life and got myself killed. Now I am over here where everything is all scrambled up, and if u can even try and get any of this, just understand that I would never intentionally mislead U, or anyone, it is not my nature 2 do that. Still, things have been altered, and it is totally blowing my mind. Even the Braintree massacre seems 2 have vanished in this universe, it was very real once, I can assure U. B4 my personal message 2U ends, I need 2 tell U also that your distant Cuz Ann, has told me that she is angry that this was all done 2 me, and that she is soon planning 2 look up her old pal the ex-mayor of Atlantic City, James Whalen, and we will all sit down and let everything just come out and the chips can then fall where they fall. U know that I will leave U out of it just as much as can B done and not omit the entire story. Please let me end this by just saying that both U and I know that more than smoke is all around this right now, there is also a lot of fire. This in no way is me trying 2 lighten things up here, nor is it a shot, or my being cute; but we both know. Now, if I can just B allowed 2 leave the entire area forever, that is all I ask, please. I cannot do any more 4 your family, and the secrets will all die with me, far away on some island somewhere. If I could do more in any way, I would. McGuire is by far, the most horrific man on Earth, as is his sidekick, Doctor White. Neither 1 of them R who they pretend 2B, and I did my very best 2 explain Y people began falling asleep and dreaming, back at the earliest dawning’s of the civilization of mankind. This is really all I can ever say, other than wishing U the very absolute best of luck 2U forever in this life, and even though I wish that U had just remained here as Sarah, in 1969, I will always totally respect and honor your decision and alternate plans 4 doing otherwise.

Now 4 the rest of the world, here R some other things I need 2 say. I exposed a small bit of the BRIGGBASE CULT parlor trick of taking something that is all ready part of the surroundings, and plugging it into a later created combined reality, long after the original small thing is totally made obscure either by the passage of time, or the basically insignificance of its face value until all the ingredients R later inserted and all is intentionally pieced and placed together. Since some have now mistaken some of my events with this parlor trick, I have lost some credibility, and any small loss of this magic ingredient, 4 someone crying out help-wolf, DING, and U all should know that story if u ever had a granny or a nanny, or ever were even a semi-normal child, being read 2 at bed time. I refer naturally, 2 the very famous story of the boy who cried “Not Dick wolf”. Hyperspace effect is very real, and it can B seen and witnessed if someone is really looking 4 it. None of this stuff is even part of normal persons wake a day reality, all though, hyperspace is totally inescapable, and is indeed very much a total part of all of our realities. It is found in certain rare photographs, video footages on any or5 all mediums from old style 2 the most modern recording techniques, and it is found in 5th dimensional life itself, the waking around that is always continuously Around all of us. When Robert McGuire came up 2 my car 2 start trouble a few years ago while Eddie Himacane and myself were legally taking website to9uriost photographs of Tennessee Avenue and its properties, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, he had a gun in his hand and he shot me dead. Now since the future is retracing me with a powerful tool and technology up in the year of 2301, I was retraced by their atomic laser, and moved up from where I was still alive and not shot yet, several minutes, and this caused transdimensional space 2 shift. The gun in his hand was in the universe where this diseased evil maniac had just shot the me that used 2 live there, and in the new universe where I was retraced into, he had no gun, just a clenched fist, and the gun was atomically shifted into the reality in a universe where I was scanned 2B not shot in, and hence, this is Y his hand and the gun that no longer is part of reality here, suddenly shifted off as the rear part of a parked automobile, artists would refer 2 this as the vanishing point in a painting work. This same shift is Y dreams move in sudden bursts, and is also Y things such as my recurring dream of driving and trying 2 find a school in Egg Harbor city 4 my entire adult life, shifted into a very special girl that never was born in this universe. Paula King had a miscarriage and the girl who would have become Paula King Junior here in this universe where I am now living, never had a chance 2 get born. Still, she lives over in a somewhat localized part of the hyperspace, and is indeed in a reform school, in Egg Harbor City. It has a name that matches the other situation, that I have been told and warned, 2 stop discussing or threaten 2 involve Maury Povich in, or else. The cities may 100 miles or so apart, but hyperspace effect causes these 2 names 2 B the same, this is what HYPERSPACE EFFECT is all about. Now because I am retraced and have been killed so many times, the localization of hyperspace is starting 2 widen into almost an intermediate hyperspace, simply put, a wider degree and range of atomic alterations between realities in separate universes, all based on 6th dimensional transmitted signals that lay out and beyond the entire closed curve of 5th dimensional hyperspace. Roy Weiler and his magic museum UIS MY HOUSE, and was, B4I was shot 2 death by that large State Police Trooper in that deserted clearing in the woods, and was YI was so unnerved by the Mullica Township Police Chief a few years later, saying he was gonna have me taken down “Jimmy Leeds Road”. This is all officially written and logged on many previous blogs from years back. I was convinced and quite traumatized that they were gonna execute me in the woods all over again. Well, at least this time, Mister Ron Wirtz, they would not leave a family without a father and husband. Over here, things R quite different. Yet names and places, and entire realities remain so similar in some ways, that it is totally unnerving, and can B called the hyperspace effect. Built into my tape recording equipment, is similar electronic reality, that was on that website in the pix page, where McGuire offed me on Tennessee Avenue in the autumn of 2006, shorty shy of Halloween. It is Y many things R obn there. The (What’s Wrong) project of the autumn of 1984 has a digital machine cuing up B4 the start of certain songs, as do songs and projects from as far back as the first 2 years of the eighties, long B4 these machines ever were first built, and then were Copyrighted from the residence of 1802 robin Hill, 4th and Preston, Voorhees township, NJUSAESMWG. The next hyperspace effect when Mister Martino hit me with the Doctor Rogers L&O juice, and sent me falling right into him, all high and crazy. Would any sane person use punching on a hard wood floor as a drum beat 4 a song, in his early thirties? B real? The word MYE is clearly on the tape, this was not a parlor trick, but they misunderstood things I blogged, and sent the Dow Jones shooting up 1000 friggin’ points, the Flyers into a monstrous winning streak, and wiped out my Phillies. I made a major miscalculation, yes, I AM ONLY A HUMAN BEING, BRUCE ALAN PENNOCK, nobody is perfect, just as U said 2 me in the early nineteen-friggin-seventies, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MYE GOD WORLD, what will it take 2 wake U all up and make UC the system is a huge hoaxed parlor trick, and not me. I am just stuck inside their evil videogame, like some jacked-in Lawn-Mower-Man character from the movie. Don’t B in such a hurry 2 think all the stuff that UC on SCI-FI is total phony crazy stuff. I am here 2 tell U that I can dispel and dispute that myth right here and right now Lieutenant, good luck with your cancer, I am rooting 4U!!!

When that book was written by my co-worker, there is no way that this man knew me, or knew that in a parallel universe, I live in a large house with an adjoining large building housing 200 employees, that R there sometimes and not others. Still, B4I go on, I think my daughter just unhacked something that McGuire was doing 2 my machine, thank U so much. Out of nowhere, something happened, and then poof, she fixed it, and I know it was her. Yes I have 2 very special gifted daughters, and I also have an awareness 2 something more powerful than all of established current day and times religion anywhere on the globe, and that is 5th dimensional awareness. I move in the 5th dimension, and know it. U move in the 5th dimension and believe U only R moving in 3 of them, it is this that separates me from the rest of UY, nothing more and nothing less.

Start wrapping up your affairs on this planet, McGuire, it is the beginning of the end 4U, and is definitely much later than U think it is, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is so much more 2 say, and time is always my enemy, the MAYA or (illusion), is so strong, that only my great ancestor could really control it while awake. This is because, he was more than any regular exploratron. This walking dream was Sarah Stacey HERSELF. I know UR mad at me 4 saying all this, please do not destroy the whole coastline my big brown eyed love. As always, I will CU in my dreams, TQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE.

Google Engine and SWIS and King/Soifer World Laboratories of 2301, this is all my protected intellectual property, all copyrighted in 1009 by Michael Wayne Mountainpen, who in a very far away locale is also MARK MARTIN RUSTY, owner and CEO of STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION, where President Thompson saved my life when the enemy tried 2 frame me 4 the murder of my own mother.

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