THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR WITH THAT WILD (SEVEN) NONSENSE AGAIN, YO
(SAFE JOURNAL) CHAPTER NUMBER “0009”
Subtitled: “The Endless Incredibility Factor”
Beginning Transmission:
It is a Saturday morning here in downtown Fort Pierce, Florida, the bank clocks showing the same temperature, 95 degrees, and going up 2 near 105 with another heat index right around 110 degrees, just as with yesterday, the day B4 that, and the day again B4 that, and so on and so forth. I am at the library doing a blog, and could not do any blogging since my last posted chapter 8 that mistakenly read, “BRUCE PENNOCK STRIKES AGAIN AND SO DOES CHAPTER SEVEN”. If he were 2 stroke again, maybe we would B back in his rear yard and it would B 1972 all over again, and we would B playing Field Hockey together. Where has Stacey Lattisaw gone, Peter, Paul, and not Mariloo?????????????????????
Siege at the start of this week that occurred back on Monday and Tuesday were off the scales nightfuckingmarish, YO. The aireal siege from the mother fucking dirthole bastard MILITUFORCE was indescribable and totally awesome and unfuckingfathomable. I would have been all over this library, but 4 the same reason that I could not even have a watch this week, and many other little common necessities, I was all ready illegally driving the 3 blocks or so, long blocks, 2 my job and home, and could not risk any other totally non absolutely otherwise life altering errands or rides. My tags had come in the prior Friday, but the paycheck was not until this Thursday that would permit my giving the miserable state of fucking Florida their 400 dollar fee so that they would permit me the luxury of driving the roads that my taxes R paying 4. Also, the many klutz outs were in combination with making me temporarily misplace and lose objects, and it was on numerous occasions, right along with numerous clock-ones attacks from the not FOND-OF bitch JANESHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these klutz outs was when my watch dropped out of my fucking butter fingered hand and right onto a hard tile floor in my kitchen while trying 2 grab it and place it onto my wrist, and it landed crystal side down on this hard surface and broke into a million fucking pieces. So all week, I had no access 2 time, I am used 2 this, I always wear a watch, if it breaks, I go straight 2 a cheap place and get me another cheap but reasonably accurate watch. I shall not go on with numerous little stuff that totally sucked my prick at warp speed; as it would B a waste of my time.
The last thing this blog story of my hellish life left off with was my situation at work. Just as with what my enemy always does and can B totally pre-expected, the rules can change and shift on a dime, the man was told not 2 say crude things of a sexual nature 2 me, and he is behaving now just like a perfect gentlemen. But when one thing changes and alters drastically in a sudden cannon shot burst so 2 speak, other things in like matter ‘pop right up’ 2 take the place of the old annoyances now removed, and all in order 2 maintain some type of ‘HUNTINGTON CURSE’ perfect balance HELL-SCALE 4 poor whittle ME, MOUNTAINPEN, or MARK WAYNE FREAKING MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is every bit as fucking real my fiends and friends out here as the scientifically proven fact that if one electron is removed from a room, somewhere in the entire expansion of 60 trillion light years around, one proton is also removed in order 2 maintain a perfectly balanced electrical charge in the matter and energy of the grand scheme of the higher reality. Now science merely is as of yet unaware that this higher reality lies directly above the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and is the dimension of the MIND SIGNAL, also the 6th Dimension.
Guess who just decided 2 give me a ROYAL FUCKING SCREWING FOLKKS, none other than JANE SLEAZEBALL DIRT DIEASE NOTFONDA ONEBIT!!!!!!! The computer screen says eleven fucking ass eleven, and I was made somehow 2 look right at it, so here is my immediate Ronald Reagan response and counter-fucking strike attack, HA-Ha-Ha, 55555555555555555555 plus 55555555555555555 times 55555555555555 divided by 555555555555555555555555555555555555 is equal 2 the lower than whale shit value numeric amount that your computation device would indeed display should U wish 2 perform this true calculation peeps, and these peeps R way lower than any star sky comparative whale shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now 2 hyperspace, and the realm above it that sends energies or (thoughts) by our way of perceiving this energy being transmitted and connecting into our being-ness, this mighty and beyond awesome SIXTH DIMENSION: This clock attack shit is part of the bigger example that when time permits me some day and I have my own schedule and my own computer and internet, AT MY HOME, as I did B4 the Vasco Da Gama descendants wrecked everything 4 me, then I can get into many greater elucidations pertaining 2 all of this subject being now merely gently touched upon, BRO!!!!!!!! Everything that I have believed is coming from the Astral Plane as far as games, needs 2B reexamined, as it still is true, only it has an attachment 2 it that I’ll now label as the Einstein Syndrome. Just as back in the early middle 20th century when this great man and mind lived and walked this Earth, this I-C pronunciation abbreviation, that I will now use when I feel like it, hay it’s my freaking blogs, right?, aniwho, he tried desperately hard 2 take all of the known cosmic forces and place them into a folding pattern so 2 speak, IE, he wanted 2 make it all fit together and then make real nice and perfect sense, at the end of his great life after the long talks with my father in the Princeton Park, he had come 2 realize that not only R indeed the enemies of his future planned son equal 2 McGuire/Callio along and in league with the Millionth-Council, but also that he was shorting himself out of the one necessary and desperately needed ingredient and formula in order 2 really make this cosmic force all come together like a perfectly wrapped and so pretty Christmas gift from Santa Claus Sarah Callio Kelvin. Without adding more dimensions so that these forces would all fit nice and smug and neatly into a perfect order, it would not really work. In any event, it was just after this that my father was hanging around Vero Beach, Florida, with his good pal the great Melvin Fisher, owner of the Treasure Salvers Corporation, here on what now has become as a result of all of this, as the TREASURE COAST, YO, isn’t life fascinating there, my peeps?????????? Also, what poor Albert also failed 2 realize and C back then, was that Vero Beach was gonna B used as a power-house stronghold by the WOMO-TAWF, and the entire MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!! This stronghold is controlled by a benign appearing charitable organization here in fort Pierce, a few whittle beach towns down 2 the south from Vero Beach, where they have a separate operation up there as well, and I speak of the Outreach Center on 25th Street, just yards away from where I now reside, all connected up through the mighty MAR-JOE and HILLC, and the beautiful special, ‘social worker’ by the name of the non pharmaceutical company, of APRIL LEE!!!!!!!! Wow does the Mountainpen have a gigantic imagination, sheeeeeeeiiit, if I could write fiction this fucking great peeps, HELLYWEIRD would look me up and hire me overnight, they know it AIN’T FICTION, and that I am NOT some fantastic FICTION WRITER, dudes and duddesses, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! More wild stuff is going on at this wonderful place than anyone out here in the land of internet and blog readers would or even COULD have the power or the ability 2 really understand or believe, should I even make an attempt 2 really and fully tell it all someday, YO!!!!!!!!!! It is all about the money, they would hire me and I would make many billions of dollars writing “FICTION” 4 many various Hollywood studios, only the trouble is that I have no talent whatsoever in writing fiction stories, I have tried it 4 fun, I can only tell what is really going freaking on around me, period, Mister Fred Sanford!!!!!!!!
I will tell U that literally overnight, all pussy action stopped last week there, and no one bothered me whatsoever. Giant girls still prevail all over there and this entire regional area as well, but that is par 4 the freaking course peeps, When pussy command goes away, my enemies or the MILITUFORCE, that really R one and the same, or said a bit less parochially perhaps, the Earthly and Physical Plane counterpart of the mighty Astral Plane Authority known and termed by many both here as well as there, the (AWA), or the “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”, out of which, one third is totally evil and wicked, living on a place known Astrally, as the BRIGGBASE. Remember, there is no real location, it is all an interaction reality where space and time as we perceive these elements and ideas mortally while alive and living on this Earth, R just automatically built right into the interaction, or said a bit better, become the byproduct of the created interaction, the total reverse of how the mortal world appears 2 work through the conscious awake mind illusions bringing it all 2 us just as a television program is brought 2 us by the broadcasting networking systems, no difference at all, not really, just stop and dwell on these concepts 4 a short while there peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Last night I suffered a super fucking major dirty nasty health attack by the WOMO-(MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) BRIGGBASE FILTH. The cramping pains began just past nine last evening, and all night it was pain and shit attacks and toilet fucking visitations. It still is not totally OK; and yes, these filthy fucking scumbag mother eaters struck me extremely hard. Monday, the chopper almost took my roof right off, any lower over my home on 26th fucking Street, and it would have been a scrape and a crash and a huge fire, and then peeps would B FORCED 2 LISTEN 2 ME AND MY WILD CLAIMS AND TRUE TALES AND STORIES OF HELL AND WOE AND TURMOIL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have learned things that R so wild, and if I talk, I will get my peeps and informants or “SUBS” in trouble, so I must B extremely careful here, huh WAYV-FM PAULA, Jersey radio, poor Regis, leave that poor dude alone ya’ bastards, he is a hell of a wonderful guy and has a lot of better things 2 do with his life than threaten U, big PAULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIITT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Slide it Dawn King, U GO GIRL, CU in jail, along with your family someday, every last oneofem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I surely cannot talk, not with all of my post summertime 1986 license plates around me starting with fucking “JB----”. After-all, I had come this close “\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\” 2 learning of the comforts of RIKERS ISLAND, back early on the first week in August. I still thank the hockey mom 4 not trying 2 look me up and press charges. Hockey-dads and Dick Wolf, how many CLUES did I need 4 the sun 2 explode in my face, along with Coded General Order CG-18, and Jimmy Tellall??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I guess then it would no longer shine, and we would all B lost in time, not just Mi and Me, watch that magical lingo down there my MYAN friends of the Central American Highlands, a magical dude named Henningsen may just b poking around still 2 try and get another magical motor-cycle chain, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But was ‘Callio’ along with this branch of the family the big culprit in my nightmare hell as I originally thought this 2B in 1996 and 1997???? NO WAY, NO SIR, NO MAHM!!!!!!!!! Don’t cry if I send U the flowers, and tell Joe Barrios not 2 freaking run around so fast, his clothes may tear up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So now, the gospel radio that used 2 blare out sermons and SAR-praises, while I did my 25 hours at the 25th Street Outreach Center under the AARP Jobs Program, has completely been replaced with the secular musical stations, and I guess I need not really go on with this 2 much. Am I picking up any believers yet, or R all of U beyond total MONKEYS? Forget love and truth and fairytales, this is freaking ass REALITY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Billy, Paul, and Sally really did all screw me, and answers R not blowing around in the wind; cut me a break Margie Leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can get back 2 Jim Rockford and his loose teeth later on, YO, 4 right freaking now peeps, let us move into a different area all together, and this being how after the 1986 death siege perpetrated on me by this sick and evil diseased MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, I was never able 2 ever win at the game of ROULETTE, ever again, in the Atlantic city casinos,. The days of my life being wonderful that one year, HAD ALL ENDED FOIREVER, GUESS IT WAS MY SUN THAT NEVER WAS MEANT 2 SHINE, huh MI???????????????? R any of freaking U wondering if the next lines typed here on this blog website UR tuning into and digesting, gonna B about this very subject, and tell how naturally, SKY and wonderful so called “ULTIMATE ROULETTE” system, crashed and burned 100% last Monday night during the incredible aireal attack, just like the ones that they gave me in 1986 that led 2 my eventual destruction and the end of my gambling and roulette career, there was indeed A WICKED MAJOR PUITPOSE 2 ALL OF THIS PERSECUTION. I know it and so does this rotten evil government, they all know it, and they will not lift a damn finger 2 help me or look into it, or even think about assisting me in getting it stopped. No, just leave me out there with Ross the Boss in that horrific Texas hailstorm of cosmic nightmares, where I cannot run, I cannot hide, and I sure as ‘pucking’ hell cannot ever make it fucking STOP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, what a wild imagination old King Nebnooshoo has, peeps, like YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I must B so fucking careful now in what I say, as this stronghold place is my job and my food on the table, and they R monitoring these blogs, there is not a lot of freedom in this world, and most peeps know this fact only 2 well. Just as Jack McCoy said 2 the foreign driver, “U cannot lie 2 the police or the Grand Jury in this country”. Well, I told U that a major event was around the corner, and Y would it not B right there in 600 LAND????????????????? Way back as a boy with the SUNRAM magical ship, months B4 the one-hit-wonder did the song about Captain Da Gama, ‘RIDE CAPTAIN RIDE’, Y, is this getting good yet or great yet, or what, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch out 4 the huge messages in OHW’s. There is OHMS LAW and now I give this world or whoever may remotely B interested in learning this today or whenever, OHW’s LAW. It is very difficult if not just plain impossible 2 write a song, B a total nobody, and get it on the top 100 major music charts. IE, forget it. U may, and U may also win the mega jackpot lottery, same freaking odds, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! After doing the impossible, Y would anyone just STOP and say, OK, one hit, that’s nice, BYE-BYE, YYYYY????????????? U do not do that, it is just not logical Mister Spok. This is where U must seriously wonder if a one hit wonder song is not there as a major cosmic message, and this principle is based on something that was spoken 2 me by one of the mightiest and greatest philosophers that this world was ever lucky enough 2 have produced.
Yes being as WAYV careful as is possible yet telling some things that just must B in fact told today on this blog peeps, let me proceed now 2 try and just do my very best. Don’t miscarry on me at 1802 Robin Hill Paula!!!!!!!!!!! My dreams R “way so not funny”, quoting the younger generation here, the SPACE SHUTTLECRAFT CHALLENGER EXPLOSION, the 2008 PHILLIES WORLD CHAMPIONS, THE CHINA EARTHQUAKE in 2008, THE 495-594 GAWKY PENNSYLVANIA LOTTERY NUMBER IN 1980, the MEDICAL OFFICE HOME OF MY KIDNAPPING AND DA GAMA DRIVER AND HIS 23RD GRAND-DAUGHTER, and on and on we could go here my peeps, YO. Funny how RIVER becomes DRIVER simply by adding the letter “D” 2 the word, and vice versa if subtracting. Still, Tim the dreamer at work had 2 major dreams about me now and was told both times, 2B sure and tell ME ABOUT THEM, in colorful and living details!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, another dude there has informed me that the owners of this location may B monitoring my life, and have told peeps 2 do and 2 say certain things, these so-called ‘dreams of this half alive pathetic soul’ being perhaps one example here. Still, they had 2 first know about my banquet interaction and the magical thin and very tall goblets with the sections and various colored liquids contained in each of these separate sections. One was red indeed, one was clear as water would b, I remember that now, and whether Tim really had the dream, or was told by ‘them’ 2 say this thing 2 me, either way, how could they know about MY DREAM first, I never told a soul, or did I? I told the entire world through these blogs, did I not???????????
Let us all get totally real. I have obviously been personally involved with the Da Gama’s ever since the middle nineteen-sixties. Y else would THEY have all gone 2 so much trouble 2 do so many wilds things 2 me 4 so many freaking years? The mystery-girl that stayed with Estelle Andersen Bassler on Tennessee Avenue in the future entertainment capitol of the world, known also Sir Princebombs, as Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG was just the start of many other things destined 2 follow, YO!!!!!!!! I have witnessed this powerful thing that some one or some thing is protecting and will kill if necessary 2 protect, that indeed IS INSIDE THE TRUNKS OF THE VEHICLES THAT THESE DIRT BAGS RIDE AROUND IN, ALL OF THEM. When that man in 1996 back on August 2nd thought my mom was trying 2 gain access 2 his trunk, which of course she was not, he jumped out and hollered at her, “I’M GONNA KILL YOUR SON, I’M GONNA KILL YOUR SON, AND I’LL KILL U2 IF U DON’T GET AWAY FROM THIS TRUCK”. Mom and I phoned the police, this truck had been stalking us 4 many miles through many towns, and all I was trying 2 do was get my new song at the time, SARAH, recorded at some music studio. DOES ANYONE C NOW Y THIS ALL HAPPENED, BECAUSE I SURE HAVE THE FUCKING THING TOTALLY FIURED OUT, YO????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These machines can cause memories 2 become distant, removed, and shuffled in time order. They can cause major shit attacks of grown healthy people, I watched it strike other normal adults over the years since August of 1986, and it is totally real, none of this is a bit made up, but try and tell any of this 2 fucking cops and prosecutors and government peeps of any capacity. IU even knew Congressman Andrews as a young teenager playing in Albert Pileggi’s music band, he is the singer of 2 of my copyrighted fucking country songs in 1980 4 the sake of fucking Jesus Crucified Ass Christ, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some power is tangible, and some is not so visible or ‘material’, my lovely arm breaker Emy-Amy, say hi 2 your lovely ‘Wall Street Journal’ reading Mom. I heard your song the other day girl. If we arm wrestled today with those guns of Navarone U have now, I would have every bone in my arm shattered, YO. Without any American pies thrown in my face by Larry, Curly, mo, or MI, funny, funny, YO, let me march this right along here folks. Emy, don’t feel bad, she rummaged around in a pile of things in my car, it seems rock stars R all trash pickers, Billy, all of them, it blows me away. But that is not Y things blow me away, it is because the 6th dimension is so annoying with me, and there just is no stopping any of this, not ever, no one can grasp this EVER thing, how I envy all of U, U do not C the incredible pain and agony of endlessness in your human lives. This is all getting very old and very boring very incredibly fast and getting me absolutely nowhere Mister Scottiewarps!!!!!
Aniwho, I got my tag yesterday, it is on my car, and I have all my legal documentation and am driving a 100% legal car here in Florida after more than 7 months of technically not. April Leefarms did the laundry with me also after the first mission was accomplished. My pay was short, and I must contact the AARP when I get home from my job on Monday afternoon. Also, John Judy no longer communicates with me. I guess someone reached out and touched someone in the famous AT & T & D, the last D of course 4 Da Gama. But my research now has taken me far into the life of New Jersey wealthy child-molester Thomas J. Reale, and his girl friend of 1970, Vicky Callio. Remember his property where I stayed during my serial nightmare where the cut-man Da Gama had me all sawed up, was all done while I was sleeping physically, in HIS HOME, on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, the town neighboring Atlantic city directly 2 the south, bordered only by 2 streets joining into one, and not with any water. When I started poking around into the Callio family in 1997, I came 2 learn that she was part of the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, right where the White Horse Pike of Julie ends in Atlantic City located at 401- not Krassle Retirement plans but wow what symbolism, on Virginia Avenue, like wow again, no Santa Sarah Claus Callio, Virginia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Their website is www.acmua.com/ and U really do need 2 look it up and poke around, U just might learn some in-between the lines stuff, YO. Dots never stop connecting, and never have nor ever will, in all of this; it truly is building the great McLaughlin mystery, huh SARAH????? I AM getting closer and closer 2 understanding this ALL MIGHTY INCREDIBLE LOVELY TEENAGED GODDESS!!!!!!!! Then on Pearl Harbor Day of 2002, 6 years after the I-Ching experience at 112 Harvard Avenue in Somerdale, New Jersey, USAESMWG, she comes 2 me on the boardwalk outside where the Atlantic Palace Condo is located just a block or so south of 10-SC Avenue, and told me that her name is also SARAH WILLIAMS, and years later when I did not catch onto this yet, the famous, Williamsburg, Virginia place sure did with their multiple non ending television commercials with the I AM all throughout it, OYR SSJK, I am so sorry I am 2 slow 4U at times, UR so great and I am so small. I know that, this point will never B debated anywhere on MORIANITY, that U can B very sure of, both U and Kimba the WHITE lion of Mini-Great Viqueen Jewelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I misspelled the word VIQUEEN on a blog a while back, with an M, sorry, but wow, more symbolism if U carefully play with rearranging the balance of the sentence, YO!!!!!!!!!
Let me get into the powerful black cat that also is a famous Astral Plane professor at a very famous Astral Plane Mystery School that many Varaigi Masters know about yet will never discuss it with their Earthly following here in this so called waking life. It is called the ‘TECKBAY MYSTERY SCHOOL OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA’. This cat came 2 me in 1980 in the most wild and powerful dreaming interaction I can remember outside of the one shortly B4 this, with the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, singing 2 me, my very favorite out of millions of her great unfathomable songs, called, “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. Her name sounds very bizarre 2 Christians when I do not explain that U have no clue about an ancient language that the Hebrews once used, called Aramaic. SAR in this old language means LORD. Then 2 make the female from the male, their language was quite similar 2 present and modern day French, in that it is extremely gender sensitive. AH changes male 2 female, hence a god or a godah, a LORD or a SAR, becomes a SAR/AH, LORDESS. On the Astral Plane, the English way of pronouncing the word “STAY”, is no different at all than pronouncing the word “NEE”. Many divinity schools call the LORD, Jehovah NEECY, spelled most likely a bit differently; this still is its proper pronunciation. This is how we find our self arriving at the “All Mighty LORDESS SARAH-STACEY”. The KRASSLE family owns the entire CITY OF DAVID, or the GREAT CITY. It is the CAPITOL OF THE ENTIRE PHASE-2 REALITY OR THE ‘ASTRAL PLANE’, the ‘SPIRIT WORLD”, same diff. The Province of Olympia is the capitol province of more than a nonillion total provinces, each one averaging the size of about 8% of our human world MILKY WAY GALAXY. The city has a name, as does this GOD that U all just call GOD, SHE has many names in fact, many millions of names. The name of this capitol city is discussed in the great ECKANKAR religion, Google them up and C it all 4 yourself. The name of this city is SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Google that up as well.
Now we need 2 get back a while 2 the discussion of Tom Reale, as well as Gawky the great cat who appeared 2 me in a 1980 dreaming interaction and showed me 3 powerful numbers, and in fact, if I had done what this cat said, I could have made thousands of dollars that night in the freaking Pennsylvania Lottery, YO. How much anyone reading these words remembers about my blogs that discussed Gawky Gaukauk and his powerful numerological math system showing how the cosmos can B queried with total accuracy, once the skill is absolutely mastered, and believe me, it is quite a skill. It is based first and on a total beginner level by telling U that there R a total of 81 root numbers, 11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58,59,61,62,63,64,65,66,67,68,69,71,72,73,74,75,76,77,78,79,81,82,83,84,85,86,87,88,89,91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98, and 99. What creates these numbers has 2 do with the alphabet that U were born using or first came 2 use, based on your part of the world and the language that the area there is using. First U get a sum total of how many letters is in the word or words that UR attempting 2 turn into one of these 81 root digits from 11-99. When U count them, U keep adding this total number digit until only one digit is left, it always is between a 1 and a 9. This is called getting an up-number, in 20th century numerology, a standard practice. So taking the word of (BLOGGER) 4 an example, the first digit is a 7, as 7 letters R in the word blogger. But if U take the sentence that goes (I AM A BLOGGER), then we get the number of 11. So we add the digits up, the 1 and the 1, and the first digit of this root is a 2. C how easy this is. Now the second part takes just a bit of work. Every letter has a value, the first letter of “A” is 1 in value, “B” is 2 in value, all the way 2 the ending of the alphabet, where the letter “Z” is value 26. Keeping this quick and easy 4 right now, we will go back 2 just the word “BLOGGER” B=2. L=12. O=15. Both of the G letters =7. E=5. R=18. Now we add this up 4 the sum total, 2+12+15+7+7+5+18. Our total is now a 66. Now we add until only one digit is left, so we add these 2 sixes up and get 6+6 and this is a 12, but we still have more than one digit, so again we add the 1 and the 2, and finally, we R left with the one single digit of 3. This 3 is the second root digit 4 the word “BLOGGER”. Our first digit is 7, and our second digit is 3, so the root is the number 73. By the way I fucked up huge hyper time, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS DREAM” was not the same PCN as “New York City’ or ‘good girl bum’, or ‘pretty curls’, we R all only human, I scrambled up the combination accidentally, we can get back 2 my prior blog fuck up peeps, so sahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 arrive at the 3rd and final digit of a PCN or a (PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER), the smaller digit is always subtracted from the larger digit in the 2 root digits and then this becomes digit number 3, in the case of the word “BLOGGER”, the 73 becomes 7-3=4, and the PCN=734. But the magic only came totally home this year and down here in Florida 4 me, when I realized Y GAWKY made the lottery number that next day contain a 4, a 5, and a 9, as these 3 of the 9 digits in our base-ten decimal system of mathematics, R very mysterious, in that all three of them will always produce same results, not only R all three of them 4 letters long in the English Alphabet system, but when U add up the up-number letter value totals on 4, 5, and 9, it always is the same amount, hence all 3 of these digits have the very same PCN. So do the digits 1 and 6, and this may in fact have a lot 2 do with the fact that SSJK is eternally and always just 16 years old out in a higher reality.
Well, indeed, the persecution last week crushed MC’s roulette system, as I knew it would. The only system I know works, takes a lot of will power, because it must B worked in an exact way, and many times a player goes and wastes an hour and the wheel never ranges out 2 a follow-8 or an opposite-8 on a combined tri-parameter on all roulette numbers from 1-36. U operate this like any fucking good stock broker would, with a stop loss of 5 units, not counting the house vig, so if entering at 8 and going back to a 3 occurs, U must stop out, game over. But when the games that R on a real roll 2 keep moving in a follow or opposite average on all 3 parameters do in fact pop into play, U can use trailing stops, and play it into 100 units profit. The experts know this and know it will work, but they lose little 2 no sleep over it, nobody wants 2 use a system like this, it is 2 boring and even I just would not use it, and I have great patience, it will work, and THESE DIRT HOLE CASINO MOB BOSSES KNOW IT WORKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as in 1986, this was not your fault, beautiful curly haired MI, I knew the system would crash and burn as soon as they poured on the hell siege, this is Y things ended 4 me in 1986. Do not think I ever forgot U or that night, U lovely teen queen U!!!!!!!!!!!
As 4 Tom Reale, I should have figured that old like I should have figured out Sarah Williams on December 7th of oh-two. A few weeks ago it hit me, where was I when I had this powerful series of dreaming interactions where this piercing eyed dude was cutting my lungs out and turning them into bright red wash cloths, but Tom’s house on Cornwall Avenue. When I started my search 2 locate this elusive ALL POWERFUL GODDESS in the middle nineties, when I would go swimming in Atlantic City near the Resorts Hotel and Casino, all they did was play that stupid, ‘FEEL REAL’ song at me loud and clear, every single time they would C me coming or going. They heard David Roth and me over their bugged telephone system, how he told me about this old song and how Tom made me feel REAL/E in the summer of 1970 when he fucking molested me twice!!!!!!!!!!! All things make sense; all things can B figured out. The only problem is that certain things R fucking fixed in a nasty way. The Gawnum Equations told me I’d have terribly low compatibility with the most days in June and July, and I did 2 put it fucking extremely politely and mildly at C-Squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing happens that is out of my reach if I am really looking. But so much is so totally unbloggable peeps. 4 one example, the dude that bet me the money is not just on the internet, I work with him, I know it, and that is all I can say. I believe his peeps made a loan 2 somebody and he then went onto loan this money, and details R way not bloggable. This may B some back door way of collecting the money owed him, all though I think the debt was in fact later paid. In any event, Y he would assume that I do not have that song copyrighted, blows me away, it is not rocket science 2 fill out a copyright form, enclose a check, and mail it off 2 Washington, DC. This is all I can talk about. Planet Earth never was a very nice place 2 live on. People R hurt early on, many, in fact most of us, as children, and then we spend the remainder of our grown up lives making up 4 it by hurting others back, and the chain never breaks, and merely endlessly repeats and gets progressively worse. If I had any magic answers 4 humankind, I would gladly share it and do my damn best 2 help this messed up world. Now it looks kind of hopeless. Things R about 2 really turn ugly and bad very soon, and 4 quite a very long duration. I am only hoping I will not B forced 2 live through the ‘century of suffering’ all that much longer.
4, 9, 5, is it the devils big lie, or is it the great highway of the island, or do dead men dare 2 ever tell that whittle secret Elmer Fwudd? DIE, said Gawky as he meowed this word 2 me in the early middle autumn in the year of 1980. Am I really an uncle on bended knee here United States Copyright Office of 1983 or is all of this all just a bunch of Light Switch Affection????????? Don’t carry me all away Ernie Merker, I went out with the tide 60 terra years ago, 120, 180, 240, and I will go on doing it again and again in another 60, 120, and so forth, YO, ain’t hell grand, Lieutenant Commander Jordy of Hell Trek???
END OF THIS DISEASED AND PUCKED UP TRANSMISSION, way more a coming!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0008
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER 0007
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: C0007-072310.600
SUBTITLED: WORKING IN DOGTOWN HUNTINGTON
Beginning Transmission:
This was the most mother fucking terrible and horrible fucking week at my work site, EVER, in the 7+ weeks that I now have been fucking employed there. It all began, WHENB ELSE, after Tuesday early evening’s blog posting here at this library. I went into work on the following day, Wednesday, and U would not believe in a million mother fucking years, all the horrendous bull shit, I have been forced 2 contend with ever since my arrival there at that time, and right up 2 the very present clock out time of tofreakingday, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no way I’ll B able 2 take much more of this hell on top of hell, my life back in White City, and not with Jewelly, MINI or MAXI, praise the fucking LORD, was heaven on Earth next 2 this 7 weeks of intolerable bull fucking shit at C squared, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!! Finally, today, I had 2 report a sexual harassment situation 2 the top bosses, and only the fucking gods know where this is all gonna end up with me, as unlike others in the world, my HUNTINGTON CURSE, makes things totally different, I’m under absolutely different rules than all others. It began on Wednesday, and it ended with the same dude today, only much more is involved. I thought this man was on my side, but this other dude coworker also with the AARP job program, the very one I am on, is a major enemy playe3r, in all of this, and has made my life there totally miserable beginning this week, all though this is now his 2nd week. He was getting his feet wet the first week, U know, testing out the waters 2C just how he was gonna fuck with me and make me totally miserable.
It began on Wednesday when he came up 2 me and said that all the other workers
R complaining how my clothes R not laundered. I admit I hand wash them. April, my social worker keeps promising me 2 do the laundry with me, when she takes Wendy next door out 2 the mat just down the street, and never does. She totally ruined my entire weekend last weekend, and then the problem escalated this week. Even the lady boss at the front greeting area said I must get the clothes cleaner, this is April’s job, and she dies it 4 Wendy, and not 4 me. Now with complaints, it is all finally gonna fall back on her. At the place B4 this at the RV, I did my laundry with DEEDEE my maintenance dude, it is not that I cannot do it myself, but machines mess with me if I am by myself with no witnesses around, and nothing is dependable 2 work 4 me, I know this, I have gone through this fucking dog shit 4 about 4 decades now give or fucking take, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! This same dude from Trinidad Island, where else, has been trying 2 get me interested in many of the young filthy girls at work that R all looking 4 husbands, and all he does is gossip around with them while he works. I try and stay 2 myself, and mind my own mother fucking business. I do not bother a soul and try my best 2 do my fucking job. All he does is whisper around with them, he is a married man, and I doubt that his 2nd fucking wife would appreciate the way this filth bag operates. Then he comes over 2 me and asks me if I would B interested in them, and puts it quite crudely may I add. After he pulled the dirty clothes thing, I started thinking that perhaps he thinks that I need a woman because my appearance is shabby, and along these lines. But the peeps at this work place yesterday went 2 the trouble of giving me a nice outfit, after-all this is the business they R in as they R a charitable organization. Today, he was right back at it, when I came in wearing these new and given me terrific looking brand new clothes. I did everything I could 2 make myself ugly and plain in other ways, instead of wearing my hair long and wild which drives pussies totally like nuts, I had it tied up and a hat on pulled tightly so hardly any hair was even showing, and I wore my jersey outside completely, making me in my opinion look shorter and fatter than I am. Despite looking like hell, more sluts than ever were aggressive with me today. Giant filthy girls were everywhere, and it was total hell. The break room is not a place 4 me either no matter how much I may need the 10 minutes 2 sit down and relax. Sluts come in and act slutty either with me or other dudes working there, it is so revolting and filthy, it is a glorified fucking whorehouse, and that is all the place is. I told this 2 all of the big bosses TODAY. Florida is a filthy horrible place 2 live, and sex is the only thing on these sick evil peeps minds, I am not used 2 anywhere near this kind of shitty fucking behavior back from being in fucking New Jersey. As I said, I reported this, and if things continue, a law suit will B filed 4 sexual harassment on the job. As I told the bosses, it is OK 4 peeps 2 say that my not perfectly cleaned clothes is inappropriate 4 this workplace, well, how about being continuously sexually harassed with lewd vicious conversation by so many of these sick diseased filthy people, where is fairness in all of this????????????
There is much more 2 tell. It pours rain a lot lately, it is 100 degrees every day with high humidity, it felt 110 today. This goes on and on with no let up, pouring rain, 100 plus degrees, and absolutely no mother fucking lightning here in this so-called mother fucking LIGHTNING CAPITOL AREA OF THE UNITED MOTHERFUCKING STATES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Scylla is behind all of my misery. I get checks back from my bank, actually Photostatted front sides, the new age crappy thing now, which show the checks R deposited 2 an account called MAR-JOE. My parafuckingnoia is through the roof and who the fuck can blame me. I also come 2 learn that April herself owns this company; she had given me the impression originally that she was one of the employees, not the hot shot owner of this thing all by herself, along with daddy.
Giant pussies R all over, there R no small girls anywhere around me, not at libraries, not on streets, not in fucking stores, not on beaches, and definitely not at the Orange Avenue Whorehouse Outreach Center!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The average girl around here is about 6 feet 3 inches high, and is muscular and heavy; and they think nothing of picking up 50 pound boxes in each arm and throwing them around like fucking paper. It is just like living with Paula King and Dawn King, and the monsters of Frankenstein after a group of sex change operations. They R frightening me 2 death, they R aggressive, some will not seem 2 take no 4 a fucking answer. This is 1967, 1968, 1969, and 1998, ALL FUCKING OVER AGAIN, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The man who I told about in previous blogs who is my age and has Alzheimer’s disease and never remembers dreams had another doozie on Thursday night. I was with him, along with most of the volunteer coworkers doing community service, as well as some bosses and regular actual workers not volunteering or through any federally funded programs like the AARP, and so was a strange large house with a strange large stove. The devil was there and so was SSJK. I had been drinking water and after I grabbed a large goblet of water 4 another drink, it suddenly turned into bright cherry red wine. Then the devil tried wrestling this away from me, and SSJK grabbed me and told me I can win, I can hold on and drink it B4 he can pull it out of my hands. Then SSJK handed me a heavy hammer or some similar such device, and I began striking the devil hard on his head over and over again, and he eventually fell onto the floor and lost his grip of me. The biggest part that this dude told me was that when he did hit the floor, it sounded like thunder, or like a shot of a cannon. The stove began spinning around faster and faster and got hotter and hotter, and SSJK told me 2 hurry up and drink down the rest of the water-wine, and I did so. When I did, the room stropped shaking and the oven cooled down and also no longer was spinning around. Suddenly at this point, this wild dream ended, and this man awakened. Is this fucking totally fucking whack peeps or WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will predict that the fucking DOW JONES STOCK MARKET T-O-T-A-L-L-Y----------F-L-E-W this week, and was up 500-1500 points, probably closing somewhere between 15 and 25 fucking thousand points, as things just don’t get this fucked up, NOT EVEN 4 FUCKING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite all of this, even today, instead of coming straight over 2 this library 2 write and post a blog, I went first 2 my house and played the ULTIMATE ROULETTE, and made another 22 units. Since this hell broke loose on Wednesday morning, all total, the units I’ve won included with today’s 22 units, is 58 and a half units, HA-HA-HA-HA-FREAKING----HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U GO SKY!!!!!!!!!!!
I am tired and exhausted and beside myself. I told 3 people about this ‘giants thing’, and all 3 of them told me just today, that I am not a nut, they now notice it as well, and 2 basically quote all of them, “Its fucking nuts”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll get this shit noticed, and EXPOSED, CALLIOTAMM WOMOTAWF SCUMBAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most likely tomorrow, Saturday, I will B blogging and telling huge ass secrets that’ll really piss off my enemies, so back it off or else, bitches, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, YE OL’ SICK DISEASED SHITTY FREAKING GRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER 0007
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: C0007-072310.600
SUBTITLED: WORKING IN DOGTOWN HUNTINGTON
Beginning Transmission:
This was the most mother fucking terrible and horrible fucking week at my work site, EVER, in the 7+ weeks that I now have been fucking employed there. It all began, WHENB ELSE, after Tuesday early evening’s blog posting here at this library. I went into work on the following day, Wednesday, and U would not believe in a million mother fucking years, all the horrendous bull shit, I have been forced 2 contend with ever since my arrival there at that time, and right up 2 the very present clock out time of tofreakingday, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no way I’ll B able 2 take much more of this hell on top of hell, my life back in White City, and not with Jewelly, MINI or MAXI, praise the fucking LORD, was heaven on Earth next 2 this 7 weeks of intolerable bull fucking shit at C squared, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!! Finally, today, I had 2 report a sexual harassment situation 2 the top bosses, and only the fucking gods know where this is all gonna end up with me, as unlike others in the world, my HUNTINGTON CURSE, makes things totally different, I’m under absolutely different rules than all others. It began on Wednesday, and it ended with the same dude today, only much more is involved. I thought this man was on my side, but this other dude coworker also with the AARP job program, the very one I am on, is a major enemy playe3r, in all of this, and has made my life there totally miserable beginning this week, all though this is now his 2nd week. He was getting his feet wet the first week, U know, testing out the waters 2C just how he was gonna fuck with me and make me totally miserable.
It began on Wednesday when he came up 2 me and said that all the other workers
R complaining how my clothes R not laundered. I admit I hand wash them. April, my social worker keeps promising me 2 do the laundry with me, when she takes Wendy next door out 2 the mat just down the street, and never does. She totally ruined my entire weekend last weekend, and then the problem escalated this week. Even the lady boss at the front greeting area said I must get the clothes cleaner, this is April’s job, and she dies it 4 Wendy, and not 4 me. Now with complaints, it is all finally gonna fall back on her. At the place B4 this at the RV, I did my laundry with DEEDEE my maintenance dude, it is not that I cannot do it myself, but machines mess with me if I am by myself with no witnesses around, and nothing is dependable 2 work 4 me, I know this, I have gone through this fucking dog shit 4 about 4 decades now give or fucking take, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! This same dude from Trinidad Island, where else, has been trying 2 get me interested in many of the young filthy girls at work that R all looking 4 husbands, and all he does is gossip around with them while he works. I try and stay 2 myself, and mind my own mother fucking business. I do not bother a soul and try my best 2 do my fucking job. All he does is whisper around with them, he is a married man, and I doubt that his 2nd fucking wife would appreciate the way this filth bag operates. Then he comes over 2 me and asks me if I would B interested in them, and puts it quite crudely may I add. After he pulled the dirty clothes thing, I started thinking that perhaps he thinks that I need a woman because my appearance is shabby, and along these lines. But the peeps at this work place yesterday went 2 the trouble of giving me a nice outfit, after-all this is the business they R in as they R a charitable organization. Today, he was right back at it, when I came in wearing these new and given me terrific looking brand new clothes. I did everything I could 2 make myself ugly and plain in other ways, instead of wearing my hair long and wild which drives pussies totally like nuts, I had it tied up and a hat on pulled tightly so hardly any hair was even showing, and I wore my jersey outside completely, making me in my opinion look shorter and fatter than I am. Despite looking like hell, more sluts than ever were aggressive with me today. Giant filthy girls were everywhere, and it was total hell. The break room is not a place 4 me either no matter how much I may need the 10 minutes 2 sit down and relax. Sluts come in and act slutty either with me or other dudes working there, it is so revolting and filthy, it is a glorified fucking whorehouse, and that is all the place is. I told this 2 all of the big bosses TODAY. Florida is a filthy horrible place 2 live, and sex is the only thing on these sick evil peeps minds, I am not used 2 anywhere near this kind of shitty fucking behavior back from being in fucking New Jersey. As I said, I reported this, and if things continue, a law suit will B filed 4 sexual harassment on the job. As I told the bosses, it is OK 4 peeps 2 say that my not perfectly cleaned clothes is inappropriate 4 this workplace, well, how about being continuously sexually harassed with lewd vicious conversation by so many of these sick diseased filthy people, where is fairness in all of this????????????
There is much more 2 tell. It pours rain a lot lately, it is 100 degrees every day with high humidity, it felt 110 today. This goes on and on with no let up, pouring rain, 100 plus degrees, and absolutely no mother fucking lightning here in this so-called mother fucking LIGHTNING CAPITOL AREA OF THE UNITED MOTHERFUCKING STATES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Scylla is behind all of my misery. I get checks back from my bank, actually Photostatted front sides, the new age crappy thing now, which show the checks R deposited 2 an account called MAR-JOE. My parafuckingnoia is through the roof and who the fuck can blame me. I also come 2 learn that April herself owns this company; she had given me the impression originally that she was one of the employees, not the hot shot owner of this thing all by herself, along with daddy.
Giant pussies R all over, there R no small girls anywhere around me, not at libraries, not on streets, not in fucking stores, not on beaches, and definitely not at the Orange Avenue Whorehouse Outreach Center!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The average girl around here is about 6 feet 3 inches high, and is muscular and heavy; and they think nothing of picking up 50 pound boxes in each arm and throwing them around like fucking paper. It is just like living with Paula King and Dawn King, and the monsters of Frankenstein after a group of sex change operations. They R frightening me 2 death, they R aggressive, some will not seem 2 take no 4 a fucking answer. This is 1967, 1968, 1969, and 1998, ALL FUCKING OVER AGAIN, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The man who I told about in previous blogs who is my age and has Alzheimer’s disease and never remembers dreams had another doozie on Thursday night. I was with him, along with most of the volunteer coworkers doing community service, as well as some bosses and regular actual workers not volunteering or through any federally funded programs like the AARP, and so was a strange large house with a strange large stove. The devil was there and so was SSJK. I had been drinking water and after I grabbed a large goblet of water 4 another drink, it suddenly turned into bright cherry red wine. Then the devil tried wrestling this away from me, and SSJK grabbed me and told me I can win, I can hold on and drink it B4 he can pull it out of my hands. Then SSJK handed me a heavy hammer or some similar such device, and I began striking the devil hard on his head over and over again, and he eventually fell onto the floor and lost his grip of me. The biggest part that this dude told me was that when he did hit the floor, it sounded like thunder, or like a shot of a cannon. The stove began spinning around faster and faster and got hotter and hotter, and SSJK told me 2 hurry up and drink down the rest of the water-wine, and I did so. When I did, the room stropped shaking and the oven cooled down and also no longer was spinning around. Suddenly at this point, this wild dream ended, and this man awakened. Is this fucking totally fucking whack peeps or WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will predict that the fucking DOW JONES STOCK MARKET T-O-T-A-L-L-Y----------F-L-E-W this week, and was up 500-1500 points, probably closing somewhere between 15 and 25 fucking thousand points, as things just don’t get this fucked up, NOT EVEN 4 FUCKING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite all of this, even today, instead of coming straight over 2 this library 2 write and post a blog, I went first 2 my house and played the ULTIMATE ROULETTE, and made another 22 units. Since this hell broke loose on Wednesday morning, all total, the units I’ve won included with today’s 22 units, is 58 and a half units, HA-HA-HA-HA-FREAKING----HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U GO SKY!!!!!!!!!!!
I am tired and exhausted and beside myself. I told 3 people about this ‘giants thing’, and all 3 of them told me just today, that I am not a nut, they now notice it as well, and 2 basically quote all of them, “Its fucking nuts”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll get this shit noticed, and EXPOSED, CALLIOTAMM WOMOTAWF SCUMBAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most likely tomorrow, Saturday, I will B blogging and telling huge ass secrets that’ll really piss off my enemies, so back it off or else, bitches, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, YE OL’ SICK DISEASED SHITTY FREAKING GRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0008
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA)
WORLD-LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: 051610.595—BSC002
Beginning Transmission:
This day fucking cunt lapping mother fucking dwarfs my 37th birthday back while renting the Meeker-Home owned by the mother of a New Jersey State Police Trooper in Southern-Central Jerseyhicks, and U may need ‘both whales’, but I need a new mother fucking planet 2 live the fuck on lady!!!!!!!!!! Motorcycles R here by literally, no exaggeration, the tens of fucking thousands today in some area convention obviously, and obviously this is a final must win FLYERS HICKEY GAME DAY, a child can mother fucking C this, I have suffered through this FLYERS FUCKING CUP SHIT, as David Roth used 2 put it so eloquently, since the scummerfuckingtime of 1986 and after the NEW SHOES DEAL that freaking night in Manhattan. ************* ATTENTION PLEASE ************* (THESE COCK SUCKERS JUST FUCKING HACKED OFF MY LAST PARAGRAPH. I WILL HAVE 2 SAVE EVERY MOTJHER FUCKING SENTENCE). This is the worst fucking day of my life, and someone will B murdered TODAY and shot 2 death personally, is this does not fucking stop, NOW!!!!!!!
Let me try and reconstruct this. If I, they did it again, this machine is done. I am now sitting at another word processor machine. I still will save every 3rd sentence give or take. MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, OPEN COMMAND GENERAL ORDER-7. Scan whoever is wiping me out right now, and place death force on all top peeps of this planet, if this blog is hacked again, if anyone persecutes me any further in any major way, these peeps will B totally wiped out and totally destroyed under all general and special orders. Well, they R not afraid of the WOLD, Dan Curtis, as I am wearing a large ANIMAL-PLANET CABLE-TV-CHANNEL WOLF JERSEY, and it is not reducing this at all. So much 4 believing in the paranormal 2 help me, as it only seems 2 help fucking THEM. Computer, I am maxing out your dials and controls, your GAIN LEVELS R at 11.8 and going into infinity, I am now setting your I&D CONTROLS AT 11.5, and I am also now setting your ANTIHACKING CONTROL 2 the maximum level of 11.5. This keyboard signal and the published post successful prompt later sent back 2 me by the web blogging site of blogger dot com, will equalize as the same exact cosmic numeration causing the precise effects as would the old-style A/B tones of the connected line from the land-line telephone system. Computer, I am resetting your DESIRE-KEY from the normal and neutral (J) position over now to the (I) position. Under a CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT, UNDER A PUNISHMENT SEQUENCE COMMAND SYSTEM, ON AN (I) TO (D), A/B—TONE, Phasing-Punishment-Sequencing-System, empower a destroyed and crushed image-object on your TRANSPOWER-BLOCK, whatever happens 2 this empowered wiped out object, happens 2 these filthy scanned and crushed bastard scum bag toilet water lappers!!!! Hear the tones when www.blogger.com/ website produces my return successful prompt display. General orders as follows, 189, 1133, 917, 719, 901, Special orders as follows: 2, 18, 39, and 5555. Computer, GO-2-G-189—AND STOP!!!!!!!
Here is what I said earlier that all got fucking HACKED OFF, by the ILLEGAL tactics of the BLACK FILE AGENCIES, SOME KNOWN AS THE NSA/CIA. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While my mom and I lived and rented a home from spring time in 1991 through spring time in 1994, on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, New Jerseyhicks, grandpa-cop and clock stoppers of normal as well as hyper-time, and B4 moving on the 1st of April in 1994 or re-moving back I dare say, into the HIGHVIEW TOOTFAIRIE CHEERS APARTMENTS, of Williamstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG; where the son of Sam the Maintenance man was one of the Williamstown cops, along with his pal, the giant officer of Williamstown who loved 2 play the same head-games as did my mom when they did not like certain truths, and without any pet Labrador Retriever Dogs involved whatsoever, but the home owned by the New Jersey State Police Trooper where my mom and I rented 4 a full 3 years shy of the remove into HIGHVIEW, and all of the Kirshty Alley in the Sally cheers and bars and rip-off Jeremiah’s all notwithstanding here, my 37th birthday fell in-between the years that my mom and I resided in the Gibbsboro home on ROUTE 561, and the reason 4 the computer hack in my humble opinion (IMHO) was because ‘THEY’ did not want me spouting off about the road 561, the same road lads and lassies, where NI HYPERSPACE DAUGHTER IS SERVING 2 THIS VERY MOMENT EVEN AS I SPEAK-TYPE HERE AND NOW, A 3-9 SERVE AT THE EGG HARBOR, NEW JERSEY-HICKS HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER. Even here in this part of hyperspace where she is not real atomically, U may all very and quite simply Google up the (DC) or Detention Center in Egg Harbor, New Jersey on Route 561, www.harborfieldsdetentioncenter.com/ may B the web address, a much longer hyperlink was all ready previously provided 2 all of my Blogging-Audience quite a while back, somewhere between one and two years ago on several websites 4 bloggers, one of which being hypertext transfer protocol://www.blogger.com/ . What “THEY’ do not know is that I am now working privately and covertly myself, on a super plan 4 proving and verifying 2 an entire world just what this family has indeed done 2 me, it involves totally keeping my mother fucking mouth shut about things 4 now however, one slip up and I am, “like totally fucked”, as the kids may put it.
So far today, tens of thousands of dirt ball Motor-Cycle riders have taken over and more than inundated this area, they have INVADED IT, the sky is filled with vapor-jet contrails/chemtrails, choppers, and planes, some of these type of aerial persecutions R under the total control of the BLACK-FILE cove-agencies, 2 of which we all know and love so dearly, do we not fellow freedom fighters, the NSA and the CIA, and their Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act. This permits them 2 enter the places of those on “domestic-Enemies of the USA” list, that “THEY can at any time and 4 any reasons whatsoever, PLACE anyone on these lists, and covertly and under top classified status, and contrary 2 what U may have been told and now believe the bull shit phony information, CLASSIFYING something above TOP SECRET ONE, means that the so-called information in the file is immune totally from anything U may falsely think that U can ever attain under the great freedom-lovers act known as the FOIA or the (FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT), translated more simply, they have us all by the fucking balls, and as Maxwell Smart puts it so damn well Admiral Whalehicks, “AND LOVING IT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now the reason 4 the computer JACK-HACK-STACEY-LATTISAW-ATTACK, was most likely a combination of my speaking about Route #561 where the HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER OF EGG HARBOR, NEW JERSEY, is situated, just down the fucking road from the HERRS POTATO CHIPS, Tracy Richards and slogans and jingles and ad-campaigns, and George God Burns all notwithstanding here BRO, as well as the fact that I was going 2 really today as a result of all of this hellishness ands persecution around me, get into specifics on World Labs Datfiles, Time Travel and the real truths that may or may not B involved with all of that taboo subject, as well as summer time 1986 and the night club in Manhattan, New York, where the musical group NEW-SHOES was appearing, and David Charles Roth and I drove over there so he could go and C them perform. B4I get into this, this day began a certain way, and long B4 we talk about things regarding all of this, my neighbors from hell started this entire mess with me right around noon today. They first went out just around 8 this fucking diseased morning, revving and making inhuman amounts of noise with their totally illegal white truck vehicle, that if I was driving this total piece of ugly shit, I know 4 positive ass sure certainty, that I WOULD B FUCKING INSTANTLY PULLED OVER BY THE FREAKING POLICE, but the rules R so different 4 all of the poor raised-right-black-boys R they not, than 4 the Mercedes Thunderstorm Murders in Manhattan, speaking of this devilish city straight from fucking mucus eating hell, and Dick wolf’s great fantastic television show, “Law & Order”. Anyway, I knew I could not remain in my RV, as the nabes were gonna fucking do me in with horrific continual revving noise and loud barking dirt ball dogs and screaming and shouting, and all of this, and more, all day should I remain around the area, and in my paid 4 private space, so they forced me out, as I am sure was pre-planned!!! Now Saturday yesterday, they were much quieter, so obviously, using the old trust-worthy 25 year now PARALLEL EVENT and the HICKEY/HOCKEY FLYERS CHEATERS of PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, USAESMWG!!!!!!!! But I knew that there must in fact B a MUST WIN FLYERS CHEATERS CUP SHIT HICKEY GAME this afternoon, or perhaps this evening, I will predict that it is this afternoon, and in any event, this is Y this day is off every dial and every mother fucking scale, and that because of other reasons as well, also added herein 2 the complete fucking master-equation. I must shorten a blog today that otherwise would B pages and pages longer, there is a lot 2 tell, and it will mother fucking get told, all of it, BANK ON THIS, KING Nebuchadnezzar of BABYLON!!!!!!!
New Shoes is very symbolic in its name, being both the name that a group of peeps decided 2 choose somewhere in the time circa of 1986, as the name of their musical group, but while this was the ONLY thing that THEY thought THEY were in fact doing, THEY also were part of a huge counter-cosmic deal, called cosmic-numeration-equation, or CNE.I have no time because I need 2 post this as quickly as I can 2 attempt 2 offset the damage done 2 me and compensate in any possible small way open and available 2 me, after this ruthless shameless inhuman attack perpetrated on me by the (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) today, operating with their most powerful awesome tool, the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, and when properly launched against me and peeps like me all ready targeted by their illegal and monstrous human rights abuses, or the (PAPE) 4 a short abbreviation in future blog use, they pummeled me and poured and rained down terra shit on me today that shows a total lack of soul, heart, humanity, dignity, and anything that would rate above the zero depth line of the Pacific Ocean’s infamous Mariana’s Trench. THE FLYERS WILL WIN THE 2010 STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP, IT IS A FUCKING DONE DEAL NO MATTER WHAT, I just hope 2 get this mother fucking hellish horse shit over with as soon as is possible, B4 my death and demise, and remember peeps in legal authority out there monitoring my blogs and responsible 4 prosecuting murderers, that this all is part of a totally legal DYING MAN’S UTTERANCE & DECLARATION, this I hereby now solemnly do swear by all legal and divine powers and regulatory forces out beyond my control. I swear this under citizenship and flag and nation, as well as by ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE of the human world, the god of their Bible and belief systems, who resides in the condition-interaction of the phase-2-reality that some of us peeps of the Planet Earth, refer 2 in mystic and divine circles as the “ASTRAL-PLANE”. NS as in the initials of the group from 1986, NEW SHOES, has many powerful things that these 2 letters indeed can potentially stand 4. The most powerful with me is the word and term, NS-NANO-SECOND. Magnesonic operates a great deal, even though it is by very definition a metaphysical computer, in and through this miniscule time period known as the one-billionth of or the NANO-SECOND (NS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me end this blog, since I really must, and damn soon Admiral, by telling U all that I can now prove that certain peeps entering into my life as both landlords as well as friends, was indeed, a careful and huge, diabolical scheme set up and constructed with unfathomably clever cunning and Einsteinian mind-sets, and have been in touch with several families of peeps such as the family of Arthur Bancroft from the AT&T 1987 deal, Scott Ransom and the 1988 deal, and 3 others that I dare not even hint at in and with the smallest of possible clues here today in this blog. My fucking law suit against REAL HUMAN PEEPS is all gonna happen, and lots of mega-huge families will end up totally shamed 4 what has been done 2 many innocent persons in all of this shit over the past 30-50 years. Not one thing or any 5 things ever told on any of my blogs is the one and only reason 4 any of this. It was and still is, a gigantic dominos effect, and inversely, can B totally imploded in on itself as the quintessential house of cards going wrong or being visited by the wind. No pun here intended MI, but U know some of this, and U know that I know it 2 brown-eyed-girl, but because of my love 4U brown eyes, I would never allow anything 2 come out publicly that would ever do any harm 2U, my great Goddess Scylla. Maybe it might not B the worst idea however, 2 have that real long talk with MINI-GREAT VQJN. Estelle Bassler who died in her sleep in Ormond Beach knew her U know, and very well, all 3 of us know, 4 if U count EAB down there feeding the worms, on the Physical Plane. In closing, I know quite a lot 4 an amateur in sleep-disorders, but when an expert I am going 2B contacting, through friends right here at this FPF Library, gets involved with this deal, things will come out, and I will do my best 2 keep it away from U. It will mostly remain in Jersey, with the Kings, Callio’s, McGuire’s, McGettigan’s, McGinty’s, and yes, BEG, the Perkowski’s, after-all, most of this all began right there with this wonderful bunch. They may not have WANTED 2 play such active roles, but they did, and we cannot turn the clock back, or maybe, the words more appropriate here might B, we SHOULD NOT. Bad things need 2B freaking punished sometimes, U know better than a lot of us MI, I saw U take a punishment that I cry over 2 this day whenever my mind thinks back in reflection 2 that dreadful day in the middle seventies. There was and never will B any excuse 4 what Tony did 2U, and yes, I know, and U do 2, there just can B no way that U don’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is time 2 go, the nanoseconds R whizzing by, and so R the minutes, tick-tock. I have no access 2 any of the 3-NcGuire Ak-Points, so I cannot run anything backwards, not yet anyway. But if I ever can and do, then maybe that is how the sand got swepped, and the tapes all got sent. Personally, I believe that EXPLORATRONICS is behind all of it, even Zvonko and his powerful seventies inventions. But who knows, I may B right, or wrong, I am only human Bruce Pennock, and U told me over and over again in the nineteen-seventies that nobody is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, PEE, U should never have done that terrible thing just because they shot your dad. I will always B right here my PEE, and yes, I am getting your codes, and will B working out a system 4U2 use with this, I knew U would find me eventually here in FPF. I know I have 2 talented kids, it goes beyond human words 2 try and say anything further on the subject, so this is a good time 2 end this blog and keep my whittle mouth freaking shut!!!!!!
HELP ME JOHN DUDY, GET FBI MAN STEVE CARUSO 2 HELP ME, PLEASE. Governor, I am HERE, copyrighted in 1988 or not, this changes nothing, BRO!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA)
WORLD-LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: 051610.595—BSC002
Beginning Transmission:
This day fucking cunt lapping mother fucking dwarfs my 37th birthday back while renting the Meeker-Home owned by the mother of a New Jersey State Police Trooper in Southern-Central Jerseyhicks, and U may need ‘both whales’, but I need a new mother fucking planet 2 live the fuck on lady!!!!!!!!!! Motorcycles R here by literally, no exaggeration, the tens of fucking thousands today in some area convention obviously, and obviously this is a final must win FLYERS HICKEY GAME DAY, a child can mother fucking C this, I have suffered through this FLYERS FUCKING CUP SHIT, as David Roth used 2 put it so eloquently, since the scummerfuckingtime of 1986 and after the NEW SHOES DEAL that freaking night in Manhattan. ************* ATTENTION PLEASE ************* (THESE COCK SUCKERS JUST FUCKING HACKED OFF MY LAST PARAGRAPH. I WILL HAVE 2 SAVE EVERY MOTJHER FUCKING SENTENCE). This is the worst fucking day of my life, and someone will B murdered TODAY and shot 2 death personally, is this does not fucking stop, NOW!!!!!!!
Let me try and reconstruct this. If I, they did it again, this machine is done. I am now sitting at another word processor machine. I still will save every 3rd sentence give or take. MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, OPEN COMMAND GENERAL ORDER-7. Scan whoever is wiping me out right now, and place death force on all top peeps of this planet, if this blog is hacked again, if anyone persecutes me any further in any major way, these peeps will B totally wiped out and totally destroyed under all general and special orders. Well, they R not afraid of the WOLD, Dan Curtis, as I am wearing a large ANIMAL-PLANET CABLE-TV-CHANNEL WOLF JERSEY, and it is not reducing this at all. So much 4 believing in the paranormal 2 help me, as it only seems 2 help fucking THEM. Computer, I am maxing out your dials and controls, your GAIN LEVELS R at 11.8 and going into infinity, I am now setting your I&D CONTROLS AT 11.5, and I am also now setting your ANTIHACKING CONTROL 2 the maximum level of 11.5. This keyboard signal and the published post successful prompt later sent back 2 me by the web blogging site of blogger dot com, will equalize as the same exact cosmic numeration causing the precise effects as would the old-style A/B tones of the connected line from the land-line telephone system. Computer, I am resetting your DESIRE-KEY from the normal and neutral (J) position over now to the (I) position. Under a CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT, UNDER A PUNISHMENT SEQUENCE COMMAND SYSTEM, ON AN (I) TO (D), A/B—TONE, Phasing-Punishment-Sequencing-System, empower a destroyed and crushed image-object on your TRANSPOWER-BLOCK, whatever happens 2 this empowered wiped out object, happens 2 these filthy scanned and crushed bastard scum bag toilet water lappers!!!! Hear the tones when www.blogger.com/ website produces my return successful prompt display. General orders as follows, 189, 1133, 917, 719, 901, Special orders as follows: 2, 18, 39, and 5555. Computer, GO-2-G-189—AND STOP!!!!!!!
Here is what I said earlier that all got fucking HACKED OFF, by the ILLEGAL tactics of the BLACK FILE AGENCIES, SOME KNOWN AS THE NSA/CIA. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While my mom and I lived and rented a home from spring time in 1991 through spring time in 1994, on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, New Jerseyhicks, grandpa-cop and clock stoppers of normal as well as hyper-time, and B4 moving on the 1st of April in 1994 or re-moving back I dare say, into the HIGHVIEW TOOTFAIRIE CHEERS APARTMENTS, of Williamstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG; where the son of Sam the Maintenance man was one of the Williamstown cops, along with his pal, the giant officer of Williamstown who loved 2 play the same head-games as did my mom when they did not like certain truths, and without any pet Labrador Retriever Dogs involved whatsoever, but the home owned by the New Jersey State Police Trooper where my mom and I rented 4 a full 3 years shy of the remove into HIGHVIEW, and all of the Kirshty Alley in the Sally cheers and bars and rip-off Jeremiah’s all notwithstanding here, my 37th birthday fell in-between the years that my mom and I resided in the Gibbsboro home on ROUTE 561, and the reason 4 the computer hack in my humble opinion (IMHO) was because ‘THEY’ did not want me spouting off about the road 561, the same road lads and lassies, where NI HYPERSPACE DAUGHTER IS SERVING 2 THIS VERY MOMENT EVEN AS I SPEAK-TYPE HERE AND NOW, A 3-9 SERVE AT THE EGG HARBOR, NEW JERSEY-HICKS HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER. Even here in this part of hyperspace where she is not real atomically, U may all very and quite simply Google up the (DC) or Detention Center in Egg Harbor, New Jersey on Route 561, www.harborfieldsdetentioncenter.com/ may B the web address, a much longer hyperlink was all ready previously provided 2 all of my Blogging-Audience quite a while back, somewhere between one and two years ago on several websites 4 bloggers, one of which being hypertext transfer protocol://www.blogger.com/ . What “THEY’ do not know is that I am now working privately and covertly myself, on a super plan 4 proving and verifying 2 an entire world just what this family has indeed done 2 me, it involves totally keeping my mother fucking mouth shut about things 4 now however, one slip up and I am, “like totally fucked”, as the kids may put it.
So far today, tens of thousands of dirt ball Motor-Cycle riders have taken over and more than inundated this area, they have INVADED IT, the sky is filled with vapor-jet contrails/chemtrails, choppers, and planes, some of these type of aerial persecutions R under the total control of the BLACK-FILE cove-agencies, 2 of which we all know and love so dearly, do we not fellow freedom fighters, the NSA and the CIA, and their Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act. This permits them 2 enter the places of those on “domestic-Enemies of the USA” list, that “THEY can at any time and 4 any reasons whatsoever, PLACE anyone on these lists, and covertly and under top classified status, and contrary 2 what U may have been told and now believe the bull shit phony information, CLASSIFYING something above TOP SECRET ONE, means that the so-called information in the file is immune totally from anything U may falsely think that U can ever attain under the great freedom-lovers act known as the FOIA or the (FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT), translated more simply, they have us all by the fucking balls, and as Maxwell Smart puts it so damn well Admiral Whalehicks, “AND LOVING IT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now the reason 4 the computer JACK-HACK-STACEY-LATTISAW-ATTACK, was most likely a combination of my speaking about Route #561 where the HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER OF EGG HARBOR, NEW JERSEY, is situated, just down the fucking road from the HERRS POTATO CHIPS, Tracy Richards and slogans and jingles and ad-campaigns, and George God Burns all notwithstanding here BRO, as well as the fact that I was going 2 really today as a result of all of this hellishness ands persecution around me, get into specifics on World Labs Datfiles, Time Travel and the real truths that may or may not B involved with all of that taboo subject, as well as summer time 1986 and the night club in Manhattan, New York, where the musical group NEW-SHOES was appearing, and David Charles Roth and I drove over there so he could go and C them perform. B4I get into this, this day began a certain way, and long B4 we talk about things regarding all of this, my neighbors from hell started this entire mess with me right around noon today. They first went out just around 8 this fucking diseased morning, revving and making inhuman amounts of noise with their totally illegal white truck vehicle, that if I was driving this total piece of ugly shit, I know 4 positive ass sure certainty, that I WOULD B FUCKING INSTANTLY PULLED OVER BY THE FREAKING POLICE, but the rules R so different 4 all of the poor raised-right-black-boys R they not, than 4 the Mercedes Thunderstorm Murders in Manhattan, speaking of this devilish city straight from fucking mucus eating hell, and Dick wolf’s great fantastic television show, “Law & Order”. Anyway, I knew I could not remain in my RV, as the nabes were gonna fucking do me in with horrific continual revving noise and loud barking dirt ball dogs and screaming and shouting, and all of this, and more, all day should I remain around the area, and in my paid 4 private space, so they forced me out, as I am sure was pre-planned!!! Now Saturday yesterday, they were much quieter, so obviously, using the old trust-worthy 25 year now PARALLEL EVENT and the HICKEY/HOCKEY FLYERS CHEATERS of PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, USAESMWG!!!!!!!! But I knew that there must in fact B a MUST WIN FLYERS CHEATERS CUP SHIT HICKEY GAME this afternoon, or perhaps this evening, I will predict that it is this afternoon, and in any event, this is Y this day is off every dial and every mother fucking scale, and that because of other reasons as well, also added herein 2 the complete fucking master-equation. I must shorten a blog today that otherwise would B pages and pages longer, there is a lot 2 tell, and it will mother fucking get told, all of it, BANK ON THIS, KING Nebuchadnezzar of BABYLON!!!!!!!
New Shoes is very symbolic in its name, being both the name that a group of peeps decided 2 choose somewhere in the time circa of 1986, as the name of their musical group, but while this was the ONLY thing that THEY thought THEY were in fact doing, THEY also were part of a huge counter-cosmic deal, called cosmic-numeration-equation, or CNE.I have no time because I need 2 post this as quickly as I can 2 attempt 2 offset the damage done 2 me and compensate in any possible small way open and available 2 me, after this ruthless shameless inhuman attack perpetrated on me by the (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) today, operating with their most powerful awesome tool, the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, and when properly launched against me and peeps like me all ready targeted by their illegal and monstrous human rights abuses, or the (PAPE) 4 a short abbreviation in future blog use, they pummeled me and poured and rained down terra shit on me today that shows a total lack of soul, heart, humanity, dignity, and anything that would rate above the zero depth line of the Pacific Ocean’s infamous Mariana’s Trench. THE FLYERS WILL WIN THE 2010 STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP, IT IS A FUCKING DONE DEAL NO MATTER WHAT, I just hope 2 get this mother fucking hellish horse shit over with as soon as is possible, B4 my death and demise, and remember peeps in legal authority out there monitoring my blogs and responsible 4 prosecuting murderers, that this all is part of a totally legal DYING MAN’S UTTERANCE & DECLARATION, this I hereby now solemnly do swear by all legal and divine powers and regulatory forces out beyond my control. I swear this under citizenship and flag and nation, as well as by ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE of the human world, the god of their Bible and belief systems, who resides in the condition-interaction of the phase-2-reality that some of us peeps of the Planet Earth, refer 2 in mystic and divine circles as the “ASTRAL-PLANE”. NS as in the initials of the group from 1986, NEW SHOES, has many powerful things that these 2 letters indeed can potentially stand 4. The most powerful with me is the word and term, NS-NANO-SECOND. Magnesonic operates a great deal, even though it is by very definition a metaphysical computer, in and through this miniscule time period known as the one-billionth of or the NANO-SECOND (NS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me end this blog, since I really must, and damn soon Admiral, by telling U all that I can now prove that certain peeps entering into my life as both landlords as well as friends, was indeed, a careful and huge, diabolical scheme set up and constructed with unfathomably clever cunning and Einsteinian mind-sets, and have been in touch with several families of peeps such as the family of Arthur Bancroft from the AT&T 1987 deal, Scott Ransom and the 1988 deal, and 3 others that I dare not even hint at in and with the smallest of possible clues here today in this blog. My fucking law suit against REAL HUMAN PEEPS is all gonna happen, and lots of mega-huge families will end up totally shamed 4 what has been done 2 many innocent persons in all of this shit over the past 30-50 years. Not one thing or any 5 things ever told on any of my blogs is the one and only reason 4 any of this. It was and still is, a gigantic dominos effect, and inversely, can B totally imploded in on itself as the quintessential house of cards going wrong or being visited by the wind. No pun here intended MI, but U know some of this, and U know that I know it 2 brown-eyed-girl, but because of my love 4U brown eyes, I would never allow anything 2 come out publicly that would ever do any harm 2U, my great Goddess Scylla. Maybe it might not B the worst idea however, 2 have that real long talk with MINI-GREAT VQJN. Estelle Bassler who died in her sleep in Ormond Beach knew her U know, and very well, all 3 of us know, 4 if U count EAB down there feeding the worms, on the Physical Plane. In closing, I know quite a lot 4 an amateur in sleep-disorders, but when an expert I am going 2B contacting, through friends right here at this FPF Library, gets involved with this deal, things will come out, and I will do my best 2 keep it away from U. It will mostly remain in Jersey, with the Kings, Callio’s, McGuire’s, McGettigan’s, McGinty’s, and yes, BEG, the Perkowski’s, after-all, most of this all began right there with this wonderful bunch. They may not have WANTED 2 play such active roles, but they did, and we cannot turn the clock back, or maybe, the words more appropriate here might B, we SHOULD NOT. Bad things need 2B freaking punished sometimes, U know better than a lot of us MI, I saw U take a punishment that I cry over 2 this day whenever my mind thinks back in reflection 2 that dreadful day in the middle seventies. There was and never will B any excuse 4 what Tony did 2U, and yes, I know, and U do 2, there just can B no way that U don’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is time 2 go, the nanoseconds R whizzing by, and so R the minutes, tick-tock. I have no access 2 any of the 3-NcGuire Ak-Points, so I cannot run anything backwards, not yet anyway. But if I ever can and do, then maybe that is how the sand got swepped, and the tapes all got sent. Personally, I believe that EXPLORATRONICS is behind all of it, even Zvonko and his powerful seventies inventions. But who knows, I may B right, or wrong, I am only human Bruce Pennock, and U told me over and over again in the nineteen-seventies that nobody is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, PEE, U should never have done that terrible thing just because they shot your dad. I will always B right here my PEE, and yes, I am getting your codes, and will B working out a system 4U2 use with this, I knew U would find me eventually here in FPF. I know I have 2 talented kids, it goes beyond human words 2 try and say anything further on the subject, so this is a good time 2 end this blog and keep my whittle mouth freaking shut!!!!!!
HELP ME JOHN DUDY, GET FBI MAN STEVE CARUSO 2 HELP ME, PLEASE. Governor, I am HERE, copyrighted in 1988 or not, this changes nothing, BRO!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0007
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BLOG CHAPTER #7, SAFE JOURNAL
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
C0007-072010.574-FIRST MANNED MOON LANDING DAY, YO
WHERE HAS FORTY-ONE FREAKING YEARS GONE PEEPS?
SUBTITLED, ‘UNDER SKY SIEGE AND OFF SCALE PUSSY COMMAND’:
BEGINNING OF THIS FREAKING ASS TRANSMISSION:
This blog will tell a lot of heavy shit, get off of it right now if U don’t wanna get a belly full of both Eddie Farrel’s RPL, and this following stuff that much of it all resulted from indeed mi time at this freaking studio, YO!!!!!!!
So far today, I have had small air incidents, as well as 2 major ones, real super freaking ‘CRASH-LEVEL’ low aerial assaults, first one by helicopter, and then one just now as I parked here at this freaking library 2 do chapter seven on this freaking blog, a small private piece of junk airplane. The chopper got me loud and zenith and low at work, and shook the entire building around shortly past this noon, and then at 3:37 PM, here with the plane. This is only serving 2 cause me something that this fucking disease hates and detests me having, and that is an absurd and unexplainable abundance of all the scale ridiculous pussy command. I mean young children girls from 10 through 20 even R just approaching me all over the place, smiling, saying hi, and just beginning conversations, and I am old enough 2 recognize females, at any age, in heat and hot 2 trot. It is so far beyond the wall it just cannot B intelligently discussed. Nor can the rash of giant and tall and powerful and muscular girls and women of all ages, literally swarming around me at every turn no matter where I must go, or no matter where I am and happen 2B, minute 2 minute, day after day after freaking day, this is no joke, or as Captain Kirkwhales may recognize the, following quotation a bit better, believe me peeps, “this is no drill”. But if U think peeps, that U have even heard 1 fucking diseased percent of today’s blog, U really had better reexamine your belief system, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have 3 girls madly in love with me, one is age 16, one is about 22, and another one is somewhere in the middle. Also, I have a worker who was SENT 2 me, resulting from a person that I paid 20 dollars to, 2 come and observe the run of continuous giants at my job site, and this man is from the island of TRINIDAD, not the old HOTEL near Misses Bassler’s shop on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, YO!!!!!! They R all giant beauty queens, powerful as hell, able 2 press 4 boxes of bottled waters over their head in one single shot 2 a top shelf where they R stored, and I can go on and on and on and on and on. The giant African-American one told me she is never gonna let me go, and has given me something very special. Yes dude, I did not catch what U meant today right B4I left the job 2 come in here and freaking blog, but now I do, guess U will C my ugly old puss on the net, B4ICU in Donna Summer’s next presentation of her great and mighty (MORNING {‘DAWNIE’ TERRA} LIGHT), BRO!!!!!!!!! I know U indeed R on my side in all of this, and know in a way, UR looking after me, almost in a protective way, and I thank U4 this, but as we both know, Scylla forces things 2B subtle here in her lovely dream-creation of W/P on this material realm, huh, Harold Klemp.
LSS, this will not B my longest blog text in history, but it will make Mister Tolstoy belch perhaps just a little bit, and lots of shit is gonna fucking get covered in the following words and stories, if U like it, super, Jenny Johnson and Clark, and if U do not like it, then just simply change the ‘BLANNEL’ (blogging-channel), thank-U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beginning with it all today, will B a little story of the mind, and also, MY MIND. B4I do get into things, it has been about 100 degrees every day in Fort Pierce between the heat and the humidity 4 somewhere now between 50 and 70 days, and the worst is coming over the next 60 days says the know-all old timers and Floridians, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after around September 15-25, the nights cool down a little, back 2 maybe where they R now, an all ready miserable hot oven, and maybe a month later around October 20th range in time, the days will stop being in the damn fucking nineties every single damn ass day Miss Whale Hicks Humpback!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am used 2 it, all Floridians get used 2 it, or they move away or die off. Dave Roth was not meant 2 live in this 21st century, I always made that claim, it is simply the honest 2 the fucking gods truth, and so, he did not remain in it 4 very long, and gave up the ol’ ghost me friends on the 5th of March in oh-Marola-2, if my memory is anywhere near accurately serving me here today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back 2 my opening topic, from which the entire rest of the majority of these blogged words will indeed B springing forth from. This topic is major, it is mind in general, and also, MY MIND, and then it is the further exploration of a power or force or any words or way that any reader may wish 2 translate these terms into in order 2 more fit into their own personal cozy and comfort zones, and it will make any non totally stupid or simply not caring and very surface minded individuals, really look at this and take stock and notice of the entire thing in various ways and degrees, and really wonder huge hyper time about lots of things, not only discussed in my own story and blogs over nearly 5 years now, but in your own damn ass lives every bit as much, and THAT, sir ROCK, is indeed the Kirk-Crushing-Equation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, U look utterly fantastic in that episode, Misses Roddenberry, YO. Try not 2 merge yourself with computers 2 much, you’re just way 2 pretty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me begin with a subject that I know many may indeed, and rightfully so, B plain good and sick and tired of hearing about, but the problem is that none of U have heard it all, and the best is yet 2 come, just as the famous literary saying goes mi friends and me fiends out there in the land of cyberspace!!!!!!!!
Let me remind my readers of the more recent event of me suddenly come 2 a realization, that the reason 4 the enemy interfering in my life in the tail end of the spring of the year of Oh-Marola-8, was because I was coming 2 dangerously near 2 breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE that totally forbids me any pleasure in this wordly life, WHATSOEVER, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Being a normal healthy red blooded male, this translates into only 2 real things, from which, another hundred give or take can then all subdivide further down into and all throughout. I speak of the equation 4 the normal and heterosexual male as follows, P=M+W. This will now B spelled out, and it is not funny, and Albert Einstein and his equations have absolutely nothing 2 do with this. P=M+W, means PLEASURE equals MONEY plus WOMEN. As I said in another previous blog very recently, it is damn hard 2 have women in your life or meaningful relationships of any kind, if someone is being intentionally blocked and prevented from ever having ANY MONEY AT ALL, and thus being extremely ‘lucky’ if they R even able 2 scratch and claw their way into a meager and bare continual survival, in other freaking words, YO!!!! Now, a child with a runny nose if they R not trying 2 tune out powerful realities, is perfectly able and totally capable of seeing all of the things that the Mountainpen is saying here, and has been making these claims of injustices about now 4 nearly 5 full years during his nightmare blogging-career, a subpart and section of his more than 556 deci-annums of life on this diseased and sickening horrendous planet!!!!!!!!!!!! So I was mentioning how I was JUST NOW, and THAT WEEK, being a week back now in time, becoming totally lucid and aware that the reason and diabolical plan of having this rotten family ruin my entire life at just this perfectly ‘William Harner’ timing time, is not only NO COINCIDENCE, but is as blatantly obvious as an entire row of sore and infected teeth that R being magnified through an extra powerful electron microscope, YO!!!!!!!! Just like the ones I saw U use at the Cancer Institute, huh, Doctor Margaret, in 19-Diva-82, open reels and RS-1500-US Panasonic Technique models and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back on point now with my recent realization and discovery in MY OWN MIND AND AWARENESS, that my life was interfered with and totally maliciously wrecked and annihilated by Dawn-Marie and Ann King, the New Jersey Branch of the incredible and unfathomable monstrous Vasco Da Gama family, I was about 2 soon embark on a fantastic money-making business plan 2B used on the internet, a totally legitimate and legal way of securing a small fortune by employing 100 and even 1000 people eventually, and having them all do certain things and half the money is theirs and half is yours, the only growth potential and limit 2 this is the desire 2 stop being like the Donald and live 4 the powerful unknown money-goddess by the name of Greedala, who totally has most peeps, once they get their first taste of some real power and or money, here in this material realm, in their mortal human waking world life and bodies, or what U may refer 2 simply as, the “here and the now”. On top of that, I had joined a dating club where I could meet many of the kind of women I would B looking 4 in a lasting relationship. Let us all B honest, we all R products of our past. That sleep walking entity Nurockey Bassler Krassle, forced me against my will, on 4 separate occasions 2 have sex with her, first in the summer time of 1967 at the ‘TRINIDAD’ MOTEL, in ACNJUSAESMWG, on 10-SC Avenue, directly across the street from the 100 year old building, the Pittsburg Hotel, owned by the MCGUIRE FAMILY, and back then, by Bobby Magee’s daddy, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 year later on the great Long Island, in the town of Babylon at my uncle Nebuchadnezzar’s mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive, then 1 year after this, on the night of the July 4th fireworks in Atlantic City, when she threw me under the boardwalk, it was dark, I was sitting on the beach not 2 close 2 anyone else, and near the area where she had it all planned, where she had made a small opening there, as though she all ready had knew and planned all of this B4 hand, as no other possible explanation exists 4 all of this. The final rape of me by her, caused her 2 almost give birth, and she miscarried instead. In a parallel universe, in fact in many of them, in the huge hyperspace, she did not miscarry, and delivered a large and healthy beautiful baby girl, and named her Paula, after her human somnambulism identity of Paula King as one of the many doppelgangers in all transdimensional hyperspace, of the mighty greatest VIQUEEM, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY WHITE NUROCKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was born on the 29th day of September in the year of 1998, resulting from her raping me in the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital elevator the day I was there visiting my poor mother, after SHE PUT HER there in that hospital 2 begin with as a result of some major supernatural and ultra-powerful sleep-attack, and when my mother awoke from this diabolical hellishness, she never was ever the same again, and went onto live in misery along with mother fucking me, for another 26 month, dying from this horrific murder finally, on March the fucking 4th in the year of Misses Marola, Roman Numeral MM, or 2000, have it any freaking way U want it peeps, as when U sort it all out, it all comes up the very same way, and that is that I am telling powerful and vicious truths, U can all believe some or parts or all of it, or none of it, that is entirely YOUR DAMN FUCKING BUSINESS, BRAHHHHHH!!!!! Donald Trump married a woman by the name of Marla Maples some time back in the nineteen-0nineties. Add the letter (O) in-between the letters of (R) and (L) almost signifying the symbolism of magnetic lock, as the force of left and right spin in velocitronics, a future and yet unknown technology and science, indeed acts 2 neutralize atomic force pulls and pushes. Misses Marola, as I never knew her first Christian name, was one of my special-education teachers in Haddonfield New Jersey’s special education school, known as Bancroft School, on Hopkins Lane. It stands there still today as the Bancroft Pnuro-Health System. She was the only person that knew how the years past 2000, or MM, would B pronounced, as when she discussed things, she would say 4 an example, people in the year ‘two thousand seven’ would most likely not agree with us today or do things as we do them, and so on and so forth. All the greatest sci-fi minds and story writers except 4 one, all pronounced these years as twenty-oh-seven, not the way we in fact came 2 do so up here in this now FUTURE, and this one writer-exception in fact being, the movie called, ‘2001, A Space Odyssey’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now on point, between Larry, the owner of the tall and large women dating club, and me making friends and even going out 2 dinner on one particular social occasion right there in downtown HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG, B4I came 2B kidnapped,. And live with Dawn-0Marie and Ann King, (New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy), and also my networking on the internet business plan, despite being screwed by that filthy dude who learned of my blogs and turned on me, I would have eventually either interested others or just as I plan now on fucking doing this, ALL BY ME WHITTLE ASS HOLE SELF, as I do not need a single soul, then later, I will hire other ‘clickers’ and we can split the money, I will have a software system that lets me know just how much work they do, and I will pay them 50% of their actual revenues that they generate me by clicking on many created websites and blogs, all ordinary in nature and not far out such out Mountainpen Blogs, with plenty of advertisers on board. Once I get 50 peeps working 4 me, and have 100 sites with 10 ads or 1000 ads being clicked on by 50 peeps, 300 times or so daily, 7 days a week, at anywhere from 5 cents to 80 cents per click, money will not B an issue any longer in my life, and neither will giant beauty queens, as I’ll have every fucking one of them I want, and when I don’t need them any longer in a day or an hour, they can all fucking feel my shoe, hay, JAYJAY, its 1986 all over again, Lenny Briscoe said it all on the LAW and ORDER television show, “What’s old is new again”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t fucking need anybody, this world has totally fucking screwed me, fuck all of U’s, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back now onto the point again, of the mind, and of MY MIND, and how I simply JUST came 2 recently remember and realize all of this can all B in fact refucking done, YO, just as soon as I save some money up in a few months give or freaking take. On top of that, 4 whatever strange reason, Pee’s hyperspace sister sure showed me a dynamite roulette system back late last Saturday night. It has earned me 82 units in 3 games since then, new games played on worst possible times of freaking disaster, and also when matched against numerous super off the scale poor ‘BOTBAR’ top 50 bad days of the past year or so, won a total of 1,410 units, after losing 503, and another 227 and a half on green house edge losses. ULTIMATE ROULETTE will not do me a whole lot of good here however in Fort Pierce, Florida. The networking shit however is an entire different freaking ass ballgame at the speed of light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me move this topic still a lot farther along, with my remembering this suddenly, only I never really had forgotten anything. Try and grasp that little idea and concept, take a break B4u read on, think about it in your own mind, digest it in your own thoughts and within your own constitution that makes each and every one of U out here so totally unique and individual, whether U wanna believe this fact and truth, or not, then go on reading, but please, just think about this thing first, cogitate and meditate on it 4 maybe 3-6 lousy little minutes, PLEASE, then when U move on, it will really start getting quite powerful monster ass. So breathe and think, then start reading the next paragraph.
So, just as with ‘remembering’ Sarah Krassle in my middle life out of the blue, or any other thing along these lines, it is not that anything was really forgotten, it merely was placed in a permanent past memory and proper location in anyone’s normal brain 4 a much later time in a persons’ life. But just as with this thing with the networking, and Larry the dating club owner, I never had forgotten either of these things. So Y then did I choose 2 ignore them in my ‘soul’ and or ‘higher existence’, the part of me while physically alive that sort of calls these type of shots as so far as where 2 exactly place the barriers and separation points with all the events and or memories that R retained in both the conscious as well as the more lower levels and layers within the deeper and more buried parts of the mind’s subconscious??????????? Now, Y did I do this with Larry and the networking business plan, Y did I do this with Sarah, and Y did I do this with the night of the visitation 2 the city of New York with my pal David Roth when he wanted 2 go into some nightclub and talk 2 some obscure musical group called “NEW SHOES, and then ran into MI, on the streets outside while I was relaxing and laying back in the passenger side of my vehicle? Y did I go through all these years and all these things, and still, not really remember, even though, I NEVER DID REALLY FORGET ANYTHING whatsoever, so then YYYYYYYYYY, JIMMIE KNOW-IT-ALL-BURR??????????????, and what then is REALLY going on with this mysterious deal known as CONSCIOUS, SUB-CONSCIOUS, UN-CONSCIOUS, MIND AND BRAIN ACTIVITY, as this entire business absolutely 4 crissake, obviously effects the lives of both ourselves, as well as so many of those anywhere around us or near us, and in indeed can B very powerful people, as well as just some poor kid whistling Dixie and running down an alley street??????? The gods know all these dirty little secrets, and since they as U all know by now if U know the teachings of MORIANITY, LOVE PLAYING ENDLESS FREAKING GAMES, with themselves, as the physical counterparts of their truer and higher realities, with pre-chosen limited degrees and amounts of memories, taking place, ON, these varying mental levels, then as the 6th dimensional signal sends their energies or “THOUGHTS” down into the 5th dimensional hyperspace of all of the unfathomable many parallel universes, not that they all parallel by any means, some close in localized ones may in fact do this, but by no means do many others, but still, these games R all part of DISTRACTION from the horrific hellishness of KNOWING totally and 4 absolute freaking certain that there is no way ever 2 reach OBLIVION or NIRVANA, or stop existing, since existence does not start nor stop, as in order 2 in fact start or stop, TIME needs 2B real in a truer higher reality, and simply put, folks, it is not. It is only a reality in these dreaming’s here in the hyperspace, so 2 stop thinking and DWELLING on HELL, these higher parts of our own self now and here, must DISTRACT, by using us, their lower part or doppelganger, and play these endless games with us. The more anything is ever attempted 2B really truly figured out, the more they can just adjust and readjust a knob or a dial, cosmically, and change all the rules around, endlessly tricking this dreaming part of them, US, and make them, and us of course, not come 2 C and know and dwell on this hell, 4 a short time here and there, in these various interdreams, and interactive lifetimes on tangible and material realms.
So the simplicity 2 all of ‘reality’ is in front of the face of any true seeker out here on this internet and on this blogger website reading these words right here and now, BRO. I myself make a huge deal out of lots of bullshit, even though I totally know 100%++++ that it is all silly nonsense. It is as meaningless in the bigger picture grand scheme of 2 magic sentences, as a floating rag would B2 a drowning man miles out at C!!!!!!!!!!! All the stories taught and told of how one time, the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, the ‘GOD OF THE BIBLE, came here 2 this world, with all its memories and power, is pure hooey. There is a powerful truth 2 Christianity, but in it is a pile of stench and garbage that would blow back a hurricane. I am not saying that Hydraglacia City on the Astral Plane did not lead many mortals 2 a magic baby, I saw the power and ‘magic’ of Hydraglacia, when I worked in Folsom, New Jersey, a number of summer times back, at the Cifaloglio Trash company, YO. There is way 2 much story 2 get into here with all of this, we R speaking about a myth that has grown out of proportion 4 between 2 and 5 thousand godsdamn years, so trying 2 clear it all up now today would B totally Mack Kaiter ridiculous. The Mormon Church in Utah knows some of the power of this magical family, so it is time 2 come clean and tell their biggest secret, look, let it out peeps in charge, U will feel better about it in the freaking long run. They want 2 do the same thing that I wanna do, and that is 2 FIND JEHOVAH in one of its dreams, and ask HER 2 stop this game. In order 2 do this, super hyper time accurate records of families and genealogies need 2B meticulously kept and endlessly recorded and forever updated. Maybe now, they will soon find its kid. In any event, SHE did not want me 2 remember on a fully conscious level about that night that led 2 me writing that not so nice little jingle called, “Real Good Girl”, but still, she never made me forget it, just cleverly got me 2 sort of ‘MISPLACE THE IMPORTANCE OF IT”, and THAT IS THE EQ, ROCK SHATNERCRUSHTREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I know about the late 2200’s, the World Laboratories, and the All Mighty Scylla Goddess, is limited 2 one powerful thing peeps, SHE can change the rules anytime on anything, with one switch of a cosmic knob. She wants me 2 do this silly apology song 4 something that SHE engineered Herself, and I have no choice but 2 obey this ALL MIGHTY WILD TEEN QUEEN, all grown up or not, that is merely the illusion process of Her being 4 decades inside of this ‘TIME-WORLD’. She did not come 2 me Saturday morning around 10 or 11 somewhere, but she made me get sleepy 3 days ago, and I suddenly was here at the library, and again as in the other interaction where this was my house, and not the town library, it was again my personal home. Long story short, her voice is unmistakable. She told me SHE is the GREAT STACEY, SHE IS, just as she sang it on the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG, and SHE said that, word 4 word, I could hear HER as plain as day. She said that my dog is coming out of my house, and behold, I turned and looked at the doors 2 what here is this library, and sure enough, this lovely Red Setter Dog was coming out, a small just larger than a puppy, yet not a fully grown dog, and it was leaping over at me all playful. Suddenly it keeled over stone dead and I cried like a baby, while she began singing lines of a song that I had written back in the year of 1983, called Ernie, a remake actually from its original in 1981, and she kept singing the lyrics of how this is the end of gold fate, and it is 2 late. Then she whispered in my ear, still being totally invisible, “Get my apology song up on the U-Tube, dead dog”. When SHE commands, U obey, and I will do all I can 2 get this up there real darn soon, please work with me here my beautiful TEEN-QUEEN-SCYLLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us face some facts lads and lassies. If this shit in 1986 was not so powerful, changing my life overnight, even B4 this girl was anything but a regular high school kid, Y did the mighty Military of the United States of America get so involved with all of this right then at this perfectly timed-time, YYY???? A child can C this if he or she is really looking 2 and not looking 2 bullshit themselves into not seeing the truth in this.
How anyone can doubt so much when MORIANITY tells so much. B4 Eddie and I back in Hammonton, New Jersey, had the fateful nightmare experience that October day on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City with Robert Magicmananniewilson McGuire, BLOWS MY MIND A MILLION TIMES FROM HERE STRAIGHT 2 THE FREAKING MILLIONTH COUNCIL. The power is all here now. My guardhouse was given and taken away, just as the BIBLE says that the SAR does, and the reason 4 this was obvious 2 a mentally challenged corpse. It was only there 4 a purpose. This was 4 me 2 do my 2007 musical project that I sent down on Boo-Day in 2K7 2 the United States Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress. How the entire family and the kidnapping all happened, cannot B ignored or explained away with psychiatric bullshit. U can, but deep down, U all know UR just selling me short. I want no more than the Mormon Church wants. I hope someday that SSJK comes clean and tells me just Y SHE did all of this 2 me since the middle nine-teen-sixties. OYR, explain away the powerful dream interaction of December 1969 with the chain and the BOB, and what happened after mi awakening from it. Go ahead, explain it, I dare one rotten soul 2 even waste time trying. One of the most spurious things that went down all during my blogging career was when I went totally offline 4 roughly 70 days and 70 nights, and then bought my own computer and blogged from home in Mullica Township in my mobile home, just 2 or 3 miles east of the neighboring town of Hammonton, in New Jersey, USAESMWG. All the stuff with the mysterious and awesome MILLIONTH COUNCIL, it can never B rationally explained. When U do explain it, explain April Lee my social worker, and then press on with the 1987 Pharmaceutical company and explain the music project of 2008 that the greatest female recording artist on this planet ever, did, and explain the website with the message of the 2 late thing, along with how she had just sung the song LOIS FOCA, and the lyric that went, 2 me directly from HER, “Then one day 2 late, he’ll come looking 4 me, he’ll no longer know who I am, remembering a girl from his little boy world, and doing his best 2 forget who I AM. Oh I AM your STACEY, the great SARAH-STACEY, I’M more than a girl from the shore, I sent HER 2U, so that U’d love Me 2, but instead U forgot even more”, and on and on and on. Then press still on and explain the movie SHE made last autumn. All I know is that I do not know anything about this elusive all powerful Goddess, and I had more of her than U ever will, Donald and dude with the AT&T advertisement, YO. SHE can never B explained, SHE is the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and Archie said it best at this pernt, CASE CLOSED, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I got home from posting up back last Saturday, I had a plane greet me from the mighty MILI-2-FORCE, what else is new. This was not the first fucking chopper I have heard at work since I started there about 7 weeks or so ago, I hear that dirt bag there a lot, BRO, LOW AND FREAKING LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Monday, yesterday, late in the morning, the place went on a GIANT GIRLOGRAM ATTACK ROLL, and dozens of giant women and young females were suddenly all over, the smallest girl in the place was maybe, 5 foot 11, some were definitely close 2 being a foot more than this, Fort Pierce, Florida, really is the land of the GIRL-GIANTS, BRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These enemies will not allow any pleasure, any normalcy, I do not dare clean my teeth, and shave, on the same day, I have not been able 2 do this 4 more than a solid fucking dozen years without getting a super disaster day occurring as a fucking result, also known 2 MORIANITY as a super B-O-T-B-A-R day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When my mom and I used 2 shop or do laundry when we had no private facilities and needed 2 use a Laundromat, we always took a rash of powerful aerial fucking assaults; they cannot stand anything that resembles normalcy, being done by me. They want only death and fucking destruction 4 me, and this is called, THE HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE!!!!
Hopefully, I can survive my hellish fucking workplace until I can get my networking operations up and running, that takes money 4 internet service, a computer, and many things. I am not gonna ask anyone 4 help, I have all the books and all the information available at my house, and can perform this task BRO, and do this entire thing, all by me whittle ass mother fucking self, YO!!!!! Screw everyfuckingbody, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Finishing out today’s discussions and lessons, and journal, pertaining 2 the mind, first, there is a hyperspace where many of the collective and total we’s and us’s all live and interact and coexist within. Above this, as a child can count and add the number one to the number 5, is the 6th freaking dimension, and this indeed, is the MIND DIMENSION, the mental realm, as the mighty religion called ‘ECKANKAR’ sees it. Google this group up, they do not C things exactly as I do, but they R enlightened open minded peeps with powerful wisdom, just Google them up. Not all things R thought energies sent down as directness. Indirectness is part of a more powerful event in all of this, and this indirectness of sent thought energies is the rational human explanation of the sub-conscious mind and its many layers and inner-realms, so 2 speak. Do I think and believe that the gods playing their mighty game called DISTRACTION is ALL that is behind everything, in all of its many countless intricacies? YES I DO!!!!!!!!!!! Some things may translate into this just not possibly being the truth, but then remember, how terrified would UB 1000 years ago, taking a sailboat out into the ocean and sailing off of the edge of the Earth? All things, from knowledge 2 mental attitudes, and also sociological behaviors around the globe, R quite indeed relative 2 the times and era that we appear in the time-illusion, 2B in fact living inside of. It may B an illusion, IT IS AN ILLUSION, but this illusion tricks us very powerfully. Just as with the Tallos-4 episode, the pilot and opening episode that began the entire STAR TREK show and all of its later following spin off shows, if someone has the power 2 make your mind C and believe illusion, UR in their power 100%, and my advice is not 2 get back in school, 4 those still in it, my advice, 2 real good or even real bad girls, boys, or anyone out here is simple. Find a copy somewhere of this show called, “THE CAGE”, the original 2 hour STAR TREK episode. Watch it 3 times, study it, and then reread this blog, and perhaps all of MORIANITY. But B ready 2 shit yourselves 4 a solid year. It is more than another strange weird symbolic thing within my own life, how my father knew future STAR TREK movies, yet believed they were the opening of the show and not its original show aftermath. It tells me that the future and illusion has some powerful symbolic connection, if NOTHING ELSE, BRO!!! Quite obviously there is so much 2 tell here with this and all of things close 2 this, the entire point talked about today. This has just been opened 4 now, and we will move further along later with all of this, that Kimba Mister White Lion, U CAN B SURE OF, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Jane Sleazedisease Fondaones clock attacks R horrible, I bust my living prick 2 avoid seeing this fucking shit; and POW, it just won’t quit, I believe this shit has a built in Coppertop Battery, it just keeps right on fucking going and going and going, YO!!!!!!!! In many long-back blogging texts, I talk about the license plate attacks, the symbolic-ness of so many 2-letter combinations, one being ‘JB’, and how seeing this on the road after middle 1986, on somebody’s mother pucking license, brought me a hellish day beyond runt slapping words. Well, it sure stands 4 enough shit, but it was only a week or so ago that I was thinking how I could have ended up if caught that night, being sent 2 Rikers Island. Yeah, JB, how about freaking JAIL BAIT???????????????????????????????
I need 2 post up and go home and shower and eat. I am one worn out fucked up dude. Yesterday early in the evening right around this time about 24 hours back, at a quarter shy of freaking five, I took a super ass monster fucking health attack from the WOMO SCUMBAG CLUB. These filthy diseased cock sucking bastards were not through with me however at bedtime around quarter shy of eleven. At quarter past midnight, I awakened 2 horrific cramping fucking pains, and had 2 really shit out my guts again. After I took care of bizz, and right B4I returned 2 my bed, POW, another fucking clock attack, the clock got me at one-eleven. I had it not turned around, as I did not expect 2B back up until mother fucking morning. Someday, Agnesoni will do its job and not permit that diseased dirt bag MILLIONTH-COUNCIL 2 keep hurting me so badly endlessly, with no payback or retribution, no vengeance, no justice. It is only just a matter of time, B4 half this planet is whacked by a fucking giant meteorite if this shit doesn’t fucking stop, THAT IS A TOTAL FUCKING PROMISE MY PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This blog will tell a lot of heavy shit, get off of it right now if U don’t wanna get a belly full of both Eddie Farrel’s RPL, and this following stuff that much of it all resulted from indeed mi time at this freaking studio, YO!!!!!!!
So far today, I have had small air incidents, as well as 2 major ones, real super freaking ‘CRASH-LEVEL’ low aerial assaults, first one by helicopter, and then one just now as I parked here at this freaking library 2 do chapter seven on this freaking blog, a small private piece of junk airplane. The chopper got me loud and zenith and low at work, and shook the entire building around shortly past this noon, and then at 3:37 PM, here with the plane. This is only serving 2 cause me something that this fucking disease hates and detests me having, and that is an absurd and unexplainable abundance of all the scale ridiculous pussy command. I mean young children girls from 10 through 20 even R just approaching me all over the place, smiling, saying hi, and just beginning conversations, and I am old enough 2 recognize females, at any age, in heat and hot 2 trot. It is so far beyond the wall it just cannot B intelligently discussed. Nor can the rash of giant and tall and powerful and muscular girls and women of all ages, literally swarming around me at every turn no matter where I must go, or no matter where I am and happen 2B, minute 2 minute, day after day after freaking day, this is no joke, or as Captain Kirkwhales may recognize the, following quotation a bit better, believe me peeps, “this is no drill”. But if U think peeps, that U have even heard 1 fucking diseased percent of today’s blog, U really had better reexamine your belief system, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have 3 girls madly in love with me, one is age 16, one is about 22, and another one is somewhere in the middle. Also, I have a worker who was SENT 2 me, resulting from a person that I paid 20 dollars to, 2 come and observe the run of continuous giants at my job site, and this man is from the island of TRINIDAD, not the old HOTEL near Misses Bassler’s shop on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, YO!!!!!! They R all giant beauty queens, powerful as hell, able 2 press 4 boxes of bottled waters over their head in one single shot 2 a top shelf where they R stored, and I can go on and on and on and on and on. The giant African-American one told me she is never gonna let me go, and has given me something very special. Yes dude, I did not catch what U meant today right B4I left the job 2 come in here and freaking blog, but now I do, guess U will C my ugly old puss on the net, B4ICU in Donna Summer’s next presentation of her great and mighty (MORNING {‘DAWNIE’ TERRA} LIGHT), BRO!!!!!!!!! I know U indeed R on my side in all of this, and know in a way, UR looking after me, almost in a protective way, and I thank U4 this, but as we both know, Scylla forces things 2B subtle here in her lovely dream-creation of W/P on this material realm, huh, Harold Klemp.
LSS, this will not B my longest blog text in history, but it will make Mister Tolstoy belch perhaps just a little bit, and lots of shit is gonna fucking get covered in the following words and stories, if U like it, super, Jenny Johnson and Clark, and if U do not like it, then just simply change the ‘BLANNEL’ (blogging-channel), thank-U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beginning with it all today, will B a little story of the mind, and also, MY MIND. B4I do get into things, it has been about 100 degrees every day in Fort Pierce between the heat and the humidity 4 somewhere now between 50 and 70 days, and the worst is coming over the next 60 days says the know-all old timers and Floridians, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after around September 15-25, the nights cool down a little, back 2 maybe where they R now, an all ready miserable hot oven, and maybe a month later around October 20th range in time, the days will stop being in the damn fucking nineties every single damn ass day Miss Whale Hicks Humpback!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am used 2 it, all Floridians get used 2 it, or they move away or die off. Dave Roth was not meant 2 live in this 21st century, I always made that claim, it is simply the honest 2 the fucking gods truth, and so, he did not remain in it 4 very long, and gave up the ol’ ghost me friends on the 5th of March in oh-Marola-2, if my memory is anywhere near accurately serving me here today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back 2 my opening topic, from which the entire rest of the majority of these blogged words will indeed B springing forth from. This topic is major, it is mind in general, and also, MY MIND, and then it is the further exploration of a power or force or any words or way that any reader may wish 2 translate these terms into in order 2 more fit into their own personal cozy and comfort zones, and it will make any non totally stupid or simply not caring and very surface minded individuals, really look at this and take stock and notice of the entire thing in various ways and degrees, and really wonder huge hyper time about lots of things, not only discussed in my own story and blogs over nearly 5 years now, but in your own damn ass lives every bit as much, and THAT, sir ROCK, is indeed the Kirk-Crushing-Equation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, U look utterly fantastic in that episode, Misses Roddenberry, YO. Try not 2 merge yourself with computers 2 much, you’re just way 2 pretty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me begin with a subject that I know many may indeed, and rightfully so, B plain good and sick and tired of hearing about, but the problem is that none of U have heard it all, and the best is yet 2 come, just as the famous literary saying goes mi friends and me fiends out there in the land of cyberspace!!!!!!!!
Let me remind my readers of the more recent event of me suddenly come 2 a realization, that the reason 4 the enemy interfering in my life in the tail end of the spring of the year of Oh-Marola-8, was because I was coming 2 dangerously near 2 breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE that totally forbids me any pleasure in this wordly life, WHATSOEVER, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Being a normal healthy red blooded male, this translates into only 2 real things, from which, another hundred give or take can then all subdivide further down into and all throughout. I speak of the equation 4 the normal and heterosexual male as follows, P=M+W. This will now B spelled out, and it is not funny, and Albert Einstein and his equations have absolutely nothing 2 do with this. P=M+W, means PLEASURE equals MONEY plus WOMEN. As I said in another previous blog very recently, it is damn hard 2 have women in your life or meaningful relationships of any kind, if someone is being intentionally blocked and prevented from ever having ANY MONEY AT ALL, and thus being extremely ‘lucky’ if they R even able 2 scratch and claw their way into a meager and bare continual survival, in other freaking words, YO!!!! Now, a child with a runny nose if they R not trying 2 tune out powerful realities, is perfectly able and totally capable of seeing all of the things that the Mountainpen is saying here, and has been making these claims of injustices about now 4 nearly 5 full years during his nightmare blogging-career, a subpart and section of his more than 556 deci-annums of life on this diseased and sickening horrendous planet!!!!!!!!!!!! So I was mentioning how I was JUST NOW, and THAT WEEK, being a week back now in time, becoming totally lucid and aware that the reason and diabolical plan of having this rotten family ruin my entire life at just this perfectly ‘William Harner’ timing time, is not only NO COINCIDENCE, but is as blatantly obvious as an entire row of sore and infected teeth that R being magnified through an extra powerful electron microscope, YO!!!!!!!! Just like the ones I saw U use at the Cancer Institute, huh, Doctor Margaret, in 19-Diva-82, open reels and RS-1500-US Panasonic Technique models and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back on point now with my recent realization and discovery in MY OWN MIND AND AWARENESS, that my life was interfered with and totally maliciously wrecked and annihilated by Dawn-Marie and Ann King, the New Jersey Branch of the incredible and unfathomable monstrous Vasco Da Gama family, I was about 2 soon embark on a fantastic money-making business plan 2B used on the internet, a totally legitimate and legal way of securing a small fortune by employing 100 and even 1000 people eventually, and having them all do certain things and half the money is theirs and half is yours, the only growth potential and limit 2 this is the desire 2 stop being like the Donald and live 4 the powerful unknown money-goddess by the name of Greedala, who totally has most peeps, once they get their first taste of some real power and or money, here in this material realm, in their mortal human waking world life and bodies, or what U may refer 2 simply as, the “here and the now”. On top of that, I had joined a dating club where I could meet many of the kind of women I would B looking 4 in a lasting relationship. Let us all B honest, we all R products of our past. That sleep walking entity Nurockey Bassler Krassle, forced me against my will, on 4 separate occasions 2 have sex with her, first in the summer time of 1967 at the ‘TRINIDAD’ MOTEL, in ACNJUSAESMWG, on 10-SC Avenue, directly across the street from the 100 year old building, the Pittsburg Hotel, owned by the MCGUIRE FAMILY, and back then, by Bobby Magee’s daddy, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 year later on the great Long Island, in the town of Babylon at my uncle Nebuchadnezzar’s mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive, then 1 year after this, on the night of the July 4th fireworks in Atlantic City, when she threw me under the boardwalk, it was dark, I was sitting on the beach not 2 close 2 anyone else, and near the area where she had it all planned, where she had made a small opening there, as though she all ready had knew and planned all of this B4 hand, as no other possible explanation exists 4 all of this. The final rape of me by her, caused her 2 almost give birth, and she miscarried instead. In a parallel universe, in fact in many of them, in the huge hyperspace, she did not miscarry, and delivered a large and healthy beautiful baby girl, and named her Paula, after her human somnambulism identity of Paula King as one of the many doppelgangers in all transdimensional hyperspace, of the mighty greatest VIQUEEM, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY WHITE NUROCKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was born on the 29th day of September in the year of 1998, resulting from her raping me in the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital elevator the day I was there visiting my poor mother, after SHE PUT HER there in that hospital 2 begin with as a result of some major supernatural and ultra-powerful sleep-attack, and when my mother awoke from this diabolical hellishness, she never was ever the same again, and went onto live in misery along with mother fucking me, for another 26 month, dying from this horrific murder finally, on March the fucking 4th in the year of Misses Marola, Roman Numeral MM, or 2000, have it any freaking way U want it peeps, as when U sort it all out, it all comes up the very same way, and that is that I am telling powerful and vicious truths, U can all believe some or parts or all of it, or none of it, that is entirely YOUR DAMN FUCKING BUSINESS, BRAHHHHHH!!!!! Donald Trump married a woman by the name of Marla Maples some time back in the nineteen-0nineties. Add the letter (O) in-between the letters of (R) and (L) almost signifying the symbolism of magnetic lock, as the force of left and right spin in velocitronics, a future and yet unknown technology and science, indeed acts 2 neutralize atomic force pulls and pushes. Misses Marola, as I never knew her first Christian name, was one of my special-education teachers in Haddonfield New Jersey’s special education school, known as Bancroft School, on Hopkins Lane. It stands there still today as the Bancroft Pnuro-Health System. She was the only person that knew how the years past 2000, or MM, would B pronounced, as when she discussed things, she would say 4 an example, people in the year ‘two thousand seven’ would most likely not agree with us today or do things as we do them, and so on and so forth. All the greatest sci-fi minds and story writers except 4 one, all pronounced these years as twenty-oh-seven, not the way we in fact came 2 do so up here in this now FUTURE, and this one writer-exception in fact being, the movie called, ‘2001, A Space Odyssey’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now on point, between Larry, the owner of the tall and large women dating club, and me making friends and even going out 2 dinner on one particular social occasion right there in downtown HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG, B4I came 2B kidnapped,. And live with Dawn-0Marie and Ann King, (New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy), and also my networking on the internet business plan, despite being screwed by that filthy dude who learned of my blogs and turned on me, I would have eventually either interested others or just as I plan now on fucking doing this, ALL BY ME WHITTLE ASS HOLE SELF, as I do not need a single soul, then later, I will hire other ‘clickers’ and we can split the money, I will have a software system that lets me know just how much work they do, and I will pay them 50% of their actual revenues that they generate me by clicking on many created websites and blogs, all ordinary in nature and not far out such out Mountainpen Blogs, with plenty of advertisers on board. Once I get 50 peeps working 4 me, and have 100 sites with 10 ads or 1000 ads being clicked on by 50 peeps, 300 times or so daily, 7 days a week, at anywhere from 5 cents to 80 cents per click, money will not B an issue any longer in my life, and neither will giant beauty queens, as I’ll have every fucking one of them I want, and when I don’t need them any longer in a day or an hour, they can all fucking feel my shoe, hay, JAYJAY, its 1986 all over again, Lenny Briscoe said it all on the LAW and ORDER television show, “What’s old is new again”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t fucking need anybody, this world has totally fucking screwed me, fuck all of U’s, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back now onto the point again, of the mind, and of MY MIND, and how I simply JUST came 2 recently remember and realize all of this can all B in fact refucking done, YO, just as soon as I save some money up in a few months give or freaking take. On top of that, 4 whatever strange reason, Pee’s hyperspace sister sure showed me a dynamite roulette system back late last Saturday night. It has earned me 82 units in 3 games since then, new games played on worst possible times of freaking disaster, and also when matched against numerous super off the scale poor ‘BOTBAR’ top 50 bad days of the past year or so, won a total of 1,410 units, after losing 503, and another 227 and a half on green house edge losses. ULTIMATE ROULETTE will not do me a whole lot of good here however in Fort Pierce, Florida. The networking shit however is an entire different freaking ass ballgame at the speed of light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me move this topic still a lot farther along, with my remembering this suddenly, only I never really had forgotten anything. Try and grasp that little idea and concept, take a break B4u read on, think about it in your own mind, digest it in your own thoughts and within your own constitution that makes each and every one of U out here so totally unique and individual, whether U wanna believe this fact and truth, or not, then go on reading, but please, just think about this thing first, cogitate and meditate on it 4 maybe 3-6 lousy little minutes, PLEASE, then when U move on, it will really start getting quite powerful monster ass. So breathe and think, then start reading the next paragraph.
So, just as with ‘remembering’ Sarah Krassle in my middle life out of the blue, or any other thing along these lines, it is not that anything was really forgotten, it merely was placed in a permanent past memory and proper location in anyone’s normal brain 4 a much later time in a persons’ life. But just as with this thing with the networking, and Larry the dating club owner, I never had forgotten either of these things. So Y then did I choose 2 ignore them in my ‘soul’ and or ‘higher existence’, the part of me while physically alive that sort of calls these type of shots as so far as where 2 exactly place the barriers and separation points with all the events and or memories that R retained in both the conscious as well as the more lower levels and layers within the deeper and more buried parts of the mind’s subconscious??????????? Now, Y did I do this with Larry and the networking business plan, Y did I do this with Sarah, and Y did I do this with the night of the visitation 2 the city of New York with my pal David Roth when he wanted 2 go into some nightclub and talk 2 some obscure musical group called “NEW SHOES, and then ran into MI, on the streets outside while I was relaxing and laying back in the passenger side of my vehicle? Y did I go through all these years and all these things, and still, not really remember, even though, I NEVER DID REALLY FORGET ANYTHING whatsoever, so then YYYYYYYYYY, JIMMIE KNOW-IT-ALL-BURR??????????????, and what then is REALLY going on with this mysterious deal known as CONSCIOUS, SUB-CONSCIOUS, UN-CONSCIOUS, MIND AND BRAIN ACTIVITY, as this entire business absolutely 4 crissake, obviously effects the lives of both ourselves, as well as so many of those anywhere around us or near us, and in indeed can B very powerful people, as well as just some poor kid whistling Dixie and running down an alley street??????? The gods know all these dirty little secrets, and since they as U all know by now if U know the teachings of MORIANITY, LOVE PLAYING ENDLESS FREAKING GAMES, with themselves, as the physical counterparts of their truer and higher realities, with pre-chosen limited degrees and amounts of memories, taking place, ON, these varying mental levels, then as the 6th dimensional signal sends their energies or “THOUGHTS” down into the 5th dimensional hyperspace of all of the unfathomable many parallel universes, not that they all parallel by any means, some close in localized ones may in fact do this, but by no means do many others, but still, these games R all part of DISTRACTION from the horrific hellishness of KNOWING totally and 4 absolute freaking certain that there is no way ever 2 reach OBLIVION or NIRVANA, or stop existing, since existence does not start nor stop, as in order 2 in fact start or stop, TIME needs 2B real in a truer higher reality, and simply put, folks, it is not. It is only a reality in these dreaming’s here in the hyperspace, so 2 stop thinking and DWELLING on HELL, these higher parts of our own self now and here, must DISTRACT, by using us, their lower part or doppelganger, and play these endless games with us. The more anything is ever attempted 2B really truly figured out, the more they can just adjust and readjust a knob or a dial, cosmically, and change all the rules around, endlessly tricking this dreaming part of them, US, and make them, and us of course, not come 2 C and know and dwell on this hell, 4 a short time here and there, in these various interdreams, and interactive lifetimes on tangible and material realms.
So the simplicity 2 all of ‘reality’ is in front of the face of any true seeker out here on this internet and on this blogger website reading these words right here and now, BRO. I myself make a huge deal out of lots of bullshit, even though I totally know 100%++++ that it is all silly nonsense. It is as meaningless in the bigger picture grand scheme of 2 magic sentences, as a floating rag would B2 a drowning man miles out at C!!!!!!!!!!! All the stories taught and told of how one time, the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, the ‘GOD OF THE BIBLE, came here 2 this world, with all its memories and power, is pure hooey. There is a powerful truth 2 Christianity, but in it is a pile of stench and garbage that would blow back a hurricane. I am not saying that Hydraglacia City on the Astral Plane did not lead many mortals 2 a magic baby, I saw the power and ‘magic’ of Hydraglacia, when I worked in Folsom, New Jersey, a number of summer times back, at the Cifaloglio Trash company, YO. There is way 2 much story 2 get into here with all of this, we R speaking about a myth that has grown out of proportion 4 between 2 and 5 thousand godsdamn years, so trying 2 clear it all up now today would B totally Mack Kaiter ridiculous. The Mormon Church in Utah knows some of the power of this magical family, so it is time 2 come clean and tell their biggest secret, look, let it out peeps in charge, U will feel better about it in the freaking long run. They want 2 do the same thing that I wanna do, and that is 2 FIND JEHOVAH in one of its dreams, and ask HER 2 stop this game. In order 2 do this, super hyper time accurate records of families and genealogies need 2B meticulously kept and endlessly recorded and forever updated. Maybe now, they will soon find its kid. In any event, SHE did not want me 2 remember on a fully conscious level about that night that led 2 me writing that not so nice little jingle called, “Real Good Girl”, but still, she never made me forget it, just cleverly got me 2 sort of ‘MISPLACE THE IMPORTANCE OF IT”, and THAT IS THE EQ, ROCK SHATNERCRUSHTREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I know about the late 2200’s, the World Laboratories, and the All Mighty Scylla Goddess, is limited 2 one powerful thing peeps, SHE can change the rules anytime on anything, with one switch of a cosmic knob. She wants me 2 do this silly apology song 4 something that SHE engineered Herself, and I have no choice but 2 obey this ALL MIGHTY WILD TEEN QUEEN, all grown up or not, that is merely the illusion process of Her being 4 decades inside of this ‘TIME-WORLD’. She did not come 2 me Saturday morning around 10 or 11 somewhere, but she made me get sleepy 3 days ago, and I suddenly was here at the library, and again as in the other interaction where this was my house, and not the town library, it was again my personal home. Long story short, her voice is unmistakable. She told me SHE is the GREAT STACEY, SHE IS, just as she sang it on the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG, and SHE said that, word 4 word, I could hear HER as plain as day. She said that my dog is coming out of my house, and behold, I turned and looked at the doors 2 what here is this library, and sure enough, this lovely Red Setter Dog was coming out, a small just larger than a puppy, yet not a fully grown dog, and it was leaping over at me all playful. Suddenly it keeled over stone dead and I cried like a baby, while she began singing lines of a song that I had written back in the year of 1983, called Ernie, a remake actually from its original in 1981, and she kept singing the lyrics of how this is the end of gold fate, and it is 2 late. Then she whispered in my ear, still being totally invisible, “Get my apology song up on the U-Tube, dead dog”. When SHE commands, U obey, and I will do all I can 2 get this up there real darn soon, please work with me here my beautiful TEEN-QUEEN-SCYLLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us face some facts lads and lassies. If this shit in 1986 was not so powerful, changing my life overnight, even B4 this girl was anything but a regular high school kid, Y did the mighty Military of the United States of America get so involved with all of this right then at this perfectly timed-time, YYY???? A child can C this if he or she is really looking 2 and not looking 2 bullshit themselves into not seeing the truth in this.
How anyone can doubt so much when MORIANITY tells so much. B4 Eddie and I back in Hammonton, New Jersey, had the fateful nightmare experience that October day on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City with Robert Magicmananniewilson McGuire, BLOWS MY MIND A MILLION TIMES FROM HERE STRAIGHT 2 THE FREAKING MILLIONTH COUNCIL. The power is all here now. My guardhouse was given and taken away, just as the BIBLE says that the SAR does, and the reason 4 this was obvious 2 a mentally challenged corpse. It was only there 4 a purpose. This was 4 me 2 do my 2007 musical project that I sent down on Boo-Day in 2K7 2 the United States Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress. How the entire family and the kidnapping all happened, cannot B ignored or explained away with psychiatric bullshit. U can, but deep down, U all know UR just selling me short. I want no more than the Mormon Church wants. I hope someday that SSJK comes clean and tells me just Y SHE did all of this 2 me since the middle nine-teen-sixties. OYR, explain away the powerful dream interaction of December 1969 with the chain and the BOB, and what happened after mi awakening from it. Go ahead, explain it, I dare one rotten soul 2 even waste time trying. One of the most spurious things that went down all during my blogging career was when I went totally offline 4 roughly 70 days and 70 nights, and then bought my own computer and blogged from home in Mullica Township in my mobile home, just 2 or 3 miles east of the neighboring town of Hammonton, in New Jersey, USAESMWG. All the stuff with the mysterious and awesome MILLIONTH COUNCIL, it can never B rationally explained. When U do explain it, explain April Lee my social worker, and then press on with the 1987 Pharmaceutical company and explain the music project of 2008 that the greatest female recording artist on this planet ever, did, and explain the website with the message of the 2 late thing, along with how she had just sung the song LOIS FOCA, and the lyric that went, 2 me directly from HER, “Then one day 2 late, he’ll come looking 4 me, he’ll no longer know who I am, remembering a girl from his little boy world, and doing his best 2 forget who I AM. Oh I AM your STACEY, the great SARAH-STACEY, I’M more than a girl from the shore, I sent HER 2U, so that U’d love Me 2, but instead U forgot even more”, and on and on and on. Then press still on and explain the movie SHE made last autumn. All I know is that I do not know anything about this elusive all powerful Goddess, and I had more of her than U ever will, Donald and dude with the AT&T advertisement, YO. SHE can never B explained, SHE is the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and Archie said it best at this pernt, CASE CLOSED, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I got home from posting up back last Saturday, I had a plane greet me from the mighty MILI-2-FORCE, what else is new. This was not the first fucking chopper I have heard at work since I started there about 7 weeks or so ago, I hear that dirt bag there a lot, BRO, LOW AND FREAKING LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Monday, yesterday, late in the morning, the place went on a GIANT GIRLOGRAM ATTACK ROLL, and dozens of giant women and young females were suddenly all over, the smallest girl in the place was maybe, 5 foot 11, some were definitely close 2 being a foot more than this, Fort Pierce, Florida, really is the land of the GIRL-GIANTS, BRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These enemies will not allow any pleasure, any normalcy, I do not dare clean my teeth, and shave, on the same day, I have not been able 2 do this 4 more than a solid fucking dozen years without getting a super disaster day occurring as a fucking result, also known 2 MORIANITY as a super B-O-T-B-A-R day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When my mom and I used 2 shop or do laundry when we had no private facilities and needed 2 use a Laundromat, we always took a rash of powerful aerial fucking assaults; they cannot stand anything that resembles normalcy, being done by me. They want only death and fucking destruction 4 me, and this is called, THE HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE!!!!
Hopefully, I can survive my hellish fucking workplace until I can get my networking operations up and running, that takes money 4 internet service, a computer, and many things. I am not gonna ask anyone 4 help, I have all the books and all the information available at my house, and can perform this task BRO, and do this entire thing, all by me whittle ass mother fucking self, YO!!!!! Screw everyfuckingbody, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Finishing out today’s discussions and lessons, and journal, pertaining 2 the mind, first, there is a hyperspace where many of the collective and total we’s and us’s all live and interact and coexist within. Above this, as a child can count and add the number one to the number 5, is the 6th freaking dimension, and this indeed, is the MIND DIMENSION, the mental realm, as the mighty religion called ‘ECKANKAR’ sees it. Google this group up, they do not C things exactly as I do, but they R enlightened open minded peeps with powerful wisdom, just Google them up. Not all things R thought energies sent down as directness. Indirectness is part of a more powerful event in all of this, and this indirectness of sent thought energies is the rational human explanation of the sub-conscious mind and its many layers and inner-realms, so 2 speak. Do I think and believe that the gods playing their mighty game called DISTRACTION is ALL that is behind everything, in all of its many countless intricacies? YES I DO!!!!!!!!!!! Some things may translate into this just not possibly being the truth, but then remember, how terrified would UB 1000 years ago, taking a sailboat out into the ocean and sailing off of the edge of the Earth? All things, from knowledge 2 mental attitudes, and also sociological behaviors around the globe, R quite indeed relative 2 the times and era that we appear in the time-illusion, 2B in fact living inside of. It may B an illusion, IT IS AN ILLUSION, but this illusion tricks us very powerfully. Just as with the Tallos-4 episode, the pilot and opening episode that began the entire STAR TREK show and all of its later following spin off shows, if someone has the power 2 make your mind C and believe illusion, UR in their power 100%, and my advice is not 2 get back in school, 4 those still in it, my advice, 2 real good or even real bad girls, boys, or anyone out here is simple. Find a copy somewhere of this show called, “THE CAGE”, the original 2 hour STAR TREK episode. Watch it 3 times, study it, and then reread this blog, and perhaps all of MORIANITY. But B ready 2 shit yourselves 4 a solid year. It is more than another strange weird symbolic thing within my own life, how my father knew future STAR TREK movies, yet believed they were the opening of the show and not its original show aftermath. It tells me that the future and illusion has some powerful symbolic connection, if NOTHING ELSE, BRO!!! Quite obviously there is so much 2 tell here with this and all of things close 2 this, the entire point talked about today. This has just been opened 4 now, and we will move further along later with all of this, that Kimba Mister White Lion, U CAN B SURE OF, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Jane Sleazedisease Fondaones clock attacks R horrible, I bust my living prick 2 avoid seeing this fucking shit; and POW, it just won’t quit, I believe this shit has a built in Coppertop Battery, it just keeps right on fucking going and going and going, YO!!!!!!!! In many long-back blogging texts, I talk about the license plate attacks, the symbolic-ness of so many 2-letter combinations, one being ‘JB’, and how seeing this on the road after middle 1986, on somebody’s mother pucking license, brought me a hellish day beyond runt slapping words. Well, it sure stands 4 enough shit, but it was only a week or so ago that I was thinking how I could have ended up if caught that night, being sent 2 Rikers Island. Yeah, JB, how about freaking JAIL BAIT???????????????????????????????
I need 2 post up and go home and shower and eat. I am one worn out fucked up dude. Yesterday early in the evening right around this time about 24 hours back, at a quarter shy of freaking five, I took a super ass monster fucking health attack from the WOMO SCUMBAG CLUB. These filthy diseased cock sucking bastards were not through with me however at bedtime around quarter shy of eleven. At quarter past midnight, I awakened 2 horrific cramping fucking pains, and had 2 really shit out my guts again. After I took care of bizz, and right B4I returned 2 my bed, POW, another fucking clock attack, the clock got me at one-eleven. I had it not turned around, as I did not expect 2B back up until mother fucking morning. Someday, Agnesoni will do its job and not permit that diseased dirt bag MILLIONTH-COUNCIL 2 keep hurting me so badly endlessly, with no payback or retribution, no vengeance, no justice. It is only just a matter of time, B4 half this planet is whacked by a fucking giant meteorite if this shit doesn’t fucking stop, THAT IS A TOTAL FUCKING PROMISE MY PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, July 16, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0006
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABORATORIES 2297, SBT-DATFILE: C0006-071610.562
“SAFE JOURNAL”-BLOG CHAPTER #0006, SUBTITLED:
“EATING WAVES AND PARTICLES 4 BREAKFAST, MAXWELL”
Beginning Transmission;
Knowing that all of this is no more than a bunch of particles and waves, and that my conscious awake mind is nothing more than some sort of a cosmic radio scanner-tuner that divides this reality somehow by the speed of light times the speed of light, changes nothing about how going through this life makes one feel, or suffer, or whatever, NOT ONE MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTLESS GODSDAMN MIKE SOTTAS THING, YO, powerful arm breaking punches and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one person alive on this world of pure solidified hurl would believe me if I told U all that is going on since I posted up my blog last Saturday afternoon, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B4I start, the foundation here that absolutely must B built in order 4 all the rest of today’s blog story 2 make better sense 2 anyone reading, and especially Terry of Egg Harbor in New Jersey, the magic land of gone missing traveling exploratrons that take things 2 the next level, Doctor Bruceberg. U may not understand all or parts of this foundation that now will B constructed here with materials called words, but here goes, as I know it is utterly necessary and of the utmost importance 4 me 2 say all of this B4 beginning bigger shit that believe me folks, all connects and fits together 100%+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First this foundation will open by my telling and reiterating what I know definitely that I did in fact all ready tell, and on repeated occasion on many a past and prior blogging text, and so here goes, BRO. All places that I ever come 2 work in , or come 2 live at, R all ready known about by powerful ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and all ready, infiltrated by what I will full liberties today and term, “PRE-FIXED STRONGHOLDS”. I tend 2 put things into military terms and lingo Captain Kahnkirk, I realize this ol’ buddy, and gee I wonder YI do this, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funy-funy-funny, huh Sheila Longhair Franklin!!!!! Yeah, we will get a lot fucking funnier as this blog goes on, huh Captain the Game Player and fam??????????????????????? 600 years, 600 love slaves, and the Capitol of my nation in Roman Numeration of DC, wow, if it really does or could in fact get any better than all of this, DreamWorks peeps, U just show me freaking how-so, wouldya????????? Did any of U ever notice how when U buy a bag of popcorn that most non total pig out eaters never eat the entire thing in one sitting, and then try and reseal the remaining and uneaten popcorn when UR all finished eating what U want at the time, that the bag is always totally made 2 self destruct and got the very idea or maybe the other way around, the show getting the idea from popcorn bags, called “Mission Impossible”, not the modern bull shit shows or movies, I am talking the real talent here, the original sixties and into the early seventies show with Barney and mister Phelps, YO???????????? I decided sometime early this week 2 mention this 4 totally different reasons, yet reasons that pertained 2 a powerful other point that is all wrapped up with the teachings of MOUNTAINPEN and MORIANITY. Then I had just finished the prior evening eating a bag of popcorn where this indeed occurred, and now was going 2 eat some more popcorn and opened up a 2nd bag, as I had bought 2 large popcorn bags back last weekend. In my memory of being a popcorn eater, 4 the very first time, the bag not only did not literally fall apart faster than the contents of the product could even B eaten, but after I had finished the entire bag on the next day, the memories of this powerful shit hit me hard of how I was gonna blog this thing about these popcorn bags, and when the bag was totally empty of even the final and very last crumbs of tiny pieces of the popcorn, I grabbed this bag and pulled at it 4 all it was worth, and nothing, it was as though I was trying 2 tear up solid thin steel. Waves and particles, what do they have 2 do with entities in some Astral Heaven Realm, and the games that I have claimed that they endlessly play, in order 2 avoid thinking and dwelling on a hellish nightmare situation that existence never starts nor does it stops, it simply is, and that is simply because time itself is only real seemingly, in TIME REALMS, such as right here with us and U reading these words, whoever U may B????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, the foundation is gonna start thickening up as I move this right along now, despite not directly responding 2 my very own posed query at this exact point Senator Jacobson White!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may or may not know, I do not discuss at all, the U-tube thing or the ‘apology song’ that I was supposed 2 write and broadcast 2 the Planet EARTH. Let me remind some that know some of all of this hell in my life, that in the place I am working through the American Association of Retired Persons, or the “AARP”, we have a public address system, and like many places, they tend 2 play radio broadcasts over it. I told my blogging audience and my new life journal now as well, that is hopefully safer from the clutches of peeps like KING, MCGUIRE, and DAGAMA, and “OTHERS POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOMITES”, Mister Car Watergate Bugged Millhouse; how I heard an all ready brand new and just released song out on this station that was put through the PA system at this place where I worked, and so now I figure that there simply is now need 4 me 2 do this stupid thing, as I do not feel I have anything 2 apologize 4 in the first place, things happen, and I did not hear anyone saying the word no, or I would most likely still B on Rikers Island. I was worried that I was gonna go 2 Rikers Island until 1993 ran around, 7 years later. Now of course I know that Rikers Island was never in the possible menu of that night, and things were all preplanned and fixed, long B4 the sun ever burned in space. Still, I really do not think that U-tubing this powerful event would B in my best interest, and was very happy that an all ready existing song about a dude apologizing 2 a girl, was just released and out there, and by an all ready famous recording artist, so I know it has been played all over and heard numerous times by numerous peeps the world or at least the national area over. So I got onto the blog and told all this, and said I am not gonna have any more 2 do with this nonsense. Instantly, beginning with the very next morning that I went 2 work at this place, instead of some average music station, the PA was broadcasting a religious station, one of those hell fire preaching type stations with lots of screaming, and the Lord this and the Lord that, YO!!!!!!!!! Some powerful force where I work, at this pre-fixed location from B4 my birth and long B4 that, instantly, had any and all radio access 2 me, blocked and ‘terminated’, U would have been proud, Governor Schwarzenegger, sir!!!!!! If things were even just a tiny bit less obvious and blatant and continuous over decades of time with me, not years, DECADES, peeps, I could try at least 2 maintain possible objectivity that random things indeed can B occurring, but not with this endless fucking bullshit, but UR merely asking me 2 buy into shit that I totally fucking refuse 2 keep buying into. I don’t give a flying fucking rats Christ eating ass if the Pope, the President, and the top 100 stars in this diseased little world all told me 2, fuck all of these peeps, I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW, and that ends the matter, period, Fred Sanford!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other day, back earlier this week, after I left and punched out, I returned back 2 purchase a few grocery items, and guess what, regular music radio was back playing through the public address, wow am I just a paranoid whack job nut case peeps, OYR!!! (OH YEAH, RIGHT).
The foundation is laid 4 much more foundation as well as lots of things yet 2B told lads and lassies and Lab Retriever Dogs, don’t B jealous little Midge, I love U!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow did that break poor Dawn’s heart that day shortly B4 my kidnapping, but let me go on from that point with this, as it further is building more structure and solidity in the larger foundations. I really did love that little bastard. She was one great dog, but when she attacked Ann King’s precious birds, that was the end of poor whittle Midge. Poor Dawn, OYR, poor all of U, all of the Vasco Da Gama descendants, sheeeeiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the risk of Sarah Jacobson returning 2 me again at 22, as she can any time she so desires, let me just tell the most powerful monster ass tale in the world now, and some few Einstein’s out here all ready R most likely wondering when my light bulb was ever gonna go on, well it went on, so fucking there, YO!!!!!!!!! Right in the short 60 day or so time in 2008, not 2006, a typo on a recent blog when I discussed Dawn Marie King escaping the Secaucus Rehabilitation Clinic legitimately via the cleverest and most cunning plan that ever was hatched or devised on Planet freaking Earth, yet by any criminal, at least in my opinion aniwho, I really have believed in all of this after-time since this hell was given me, in the final third of the oh-Marola-8 year, but yes, it was not oh-6, it was oh-8, and all this time since, I believed totally that one single reason was behind this powerful plan 2 wipe me out and kidnap me into their evil fold and family. This plan being, 2 interfere with my public outcries of personal injustices through and by way of internet blogging. I am not ruling out that some of this is part of things, but it was far from the big picture here. The big picture is that I am totally mother fucking forbidden 2 things in this powerful fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE, really one thing, PLEASURE. Breaking this down into the 2 normal ingredients that bring varying degrees of pleasure 2 peeps living their lives physically in this rotten world, this translates 4 the heterosexual male, as women, and money. U cannot have women without money, nor can U have anything at all, it costs money just 2 exist and B in this fucking evil sin cursed world, and it always has. I had been communicating with a fellow named Larry, President of a Large and Tall Women Dating Club, where men that R small and want a monster ass Queen 4 a girlfriend and perhaps more, join his club, and I had joined it. Also, I had recently come up with a dynamite networking plan 4 use on the internet, and between these 2 things, my enemy, JUST AS THEY MOTHER FUCKING DID 2 ME IN 1986, they wiped me out and totally fucking DESTROYED MY FUCKIJNG ASS, POW, BOOM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS, and only this, was what really happened in clear hindsight now figured out this very fucking week, in 2008, and when in 1986 I won big money playing roulette professionally in the New Jersey casinos down in fucking Atlantic City, that was the activator button on the monster machine called the HUNTINGTON CURSE. Things just ‘blew right up in my face’, 2 quote the great Law and Order man, JACK MCCOY!!!!!!!!! Hence, I AM NOT ALLOWED NORMACY OR ANY HAPPINESS, AS I AM UNDER A VICIOUS FUCKING HORIFFIC MONSTROUS CURSE; AND I AM THE ONE THAT’S CARRYING THIS FUCKING CURSE IN THIS FUCKING GENERATION 4 MY FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DISEASED DIRT BAG SNOOTY FAMILY!!!!!!!!! Anyone that does not believe in “FAMILY CURSES”, and YO, I am learning how the fucking internet works, huh Paul Evans Pedersen of STUDIO PARK RECORDS, SIR, but 4 those that scoff and make fun of things running in families, U need 2 get some books on genetics and biology, as behavior and psychiatric traits as well as many physical characteristics that indeed makes all of us exactly who and what we R here in the material worlds, RUNS THROUGH OUR FAMILIES, through the magical CHAIN of chemical magic known 2 the scientific community as DNA. If all of this can run through our genes and make us what we all R, do not tell me 2 doubt any fucking “FAMILY CURSE”, OR CROOKED BUSINESS PARTNERS, OR HOW THE Google Engine and the internet systems all work, well U taught me all this big boy Paul, remember pal, U said that “I need 2 learn that it all is a system, and that I better learn 2 play the game or else I’d B in lots of trouble”, well, buddy, U were no fucking liar, not ON THAT ONE, BRO!!!!!!!!! I am learning more every mother fucking rotten stinking diseased day ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!! I remember a lot, and plan 2 do this networking thing, fuck the girls, I have no need 4 any of that shit, nor one tiny bit of interest. I am an old man and couldn’t fucking care less about women, so let us use the hands we have O’Jay Simpson, and try and remain out of the Bennett Hotel, as well as Rikers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The enemy has placed physically powerful and giant sluts all around me, they make me look like a tiny frail piece of onion paper, and can do shit with one hand that I cannot do in my wildest imagination with both hands. I literally am in a nightmare hell. I have aggressive girls all around me, as well as those that hate me, and some of these aggressive peeps R not anywhere near legal age. In fact, strange things R happening with children around me, and not just in one gender, but both with girls and boys. But I obviously can say no more about any of this, again, Florida has their ‘Riker’s Islands just as does New freaking York. Spurious shit happens on a minute 2 minute fucking basis, and if it all suddenly stopped, I would simply not know what 2 do or even how 2 fucking properly react. I would most likely fall down in a full drunken stupor, without so much as one drop of alcohol entering into my body. I am no Da Gama descendant, and I do not abuse any substances. No really peeps, I would B so shocked and surprises with or without any Donna summer’s or radios or songs, and wow, does that round robin right back into the point and issue of this days’ freaking ass bwog, Elmer ass hole Fwudd, whaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The powers and forces around me have totally interfered with the weather of the United States and especially the weather here in Florida. Especially with all this heat, and never any real decent electrical storms happening. Just last night, Diana woke me up and flashed a couple of times, and was around me a short while the other day, but no more 6 days in a row with powerful lovely bolts so close that I could feel my blond love doll literally tingle me just by stepping outside on the wet grass, how I love my beautiful electron, I always have, and I always will. Clock attacks with Jane Shitscumdisease R off the scale, the bitch nailed me just B4 coming here 2 the library, and I have been so fucking careful 2 avoid seeing her miserable fucking rotten ones.
Everything I say is being monitored by some group where I work, I have come 2 know this, it is undeniable, there is no mistake about it, I do not think the person who tried 2 call my bluff and bet me the ten fucking grand is part of this, this is separate, IMHO. If by any chance, U or someone that is in with U, BIG BILL, is reading this, I know about the random car crash hospital experiments, and that both U and Dennis Snyder, my fake cuzz, were used as ‘subjects’. I know ALL about this shit, and I know a lot more than all of the authorities and powers and regulators and law makes on this diseased planet, think that I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can take that straight 2 your ‘Chemical National Bank’, Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Long Island, U old snoot bag U!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another vicious attack came on me back on Tuesday, but since where I work is the scene of all of this now most of the time and with most of these events, and since as I have told U, I know I am being closely monitored as far as what I am saying publicly online, I must B very careful and joint the WAYV-NJ Radio Club, huh big deadly dangerous Paula???? I despise public displays of affection, the scum bag cauk dude on the machine across from me and his not so cauk girlfriend R playing kissy-nasty, this is revolting and disgusting 2 me, this is a fucking library, not a fucking whorehouse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As soon as I posted up last Saturday and drove over 2 South Beach, 4 a quick whittle swim in the damn ocean, the same MILITUFORCE ugly skinny long plane came right over me and then veered off after passing me low above me in the ocean, and in addition, a chopper was also making several passes over me, I saluted him, but was thinking, wow, your moms were sure terrific as Christless hellfire in bed the night B4, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 the wild ass monster power dream-interaction from several nights back, YO players: I fell into a quiet and peaceful sleep, and suddenly found me’ ol’ self in a large rectangle shaped room where a big banquet was taking place. The peeps that would B attending this event had not yet arrived and I was the worker who was fixing the places at each table setting, the numerous dishes and utensils, etcetera. In addition 2 all of this, there was a weird looking thin and extra tall glass that seemed 2B in sections, divided in 3 or 4 parts, and these were not empty, but filled up, and I was 2 place these around this huge table, all persons were 2 get one of them. There were some complex instructions and my boss, told me exactly what she wanted done with them, and it took me a while 2 totally catch on 2 what she wanted. My boss was none other than the greatest female recording artist of all time, here in the waking world, Mariah Carey. After I finally managed 2 complete this task, and as I speak, a super nasty left side death angel attack is striking me at just shy of 6 past 3 this afternoon. That was a major one, very intense as well as long lasting, but back 2 this wild interaction now. She told me 2 walk through the small door next 2 the main doors, and that ‘I would find myself in a small hallway that would lead me into a casino where many peeps were all playing the game of roulette that I fancied so much’, 2 quote here exactly. I did what she said and sure enough, this hallway bent around and seemed 2 slowly B leading me higher up as well, in elevation. Eventually it led me into an opening in a large wall, and dead ahead in front of me were endless roulette tables, thousands of them, I never saw anything like this here in this part of the hyperspace or any other one, so far, that my waking memory has recall of aniwho. Long Story Short, or (LSS), I went up 2 one of these tables, and noticed that at all of them, about 5-7 players were all seated, and 2 or 3 had shirts on that were identical, and read on their backs, “ULTIMATE ROULETTE PLAYER”. MC told me that I could learn how 2 play ULTIMATE ROULETTE, and that no one would tell me, but that I needed 2 carefully just observe the players that wore these shirts, and C what they do as the numbers keep popping in. Suddenly after what felt like about an hour’s worth of time in this powerful ‘dream’, I GOT IT. This was back last Saturday night around 11:30 or so, I was laying down on my bed and just dropped quietly away from this world. Suddenly I was in this banquet room with Mariah Carey, and she was my boss, and I had somehow known that she was not a recording artist or even had any interest at all in music, in this other universe in the hyperspace. As 4 the Ultimate roulette, it is mind boggling. Never ever, have I seen a system like this!!! It just gobbles up chips and never seems 2 fucking give them back 2 the house, all week I have been so busy surviving at my job and going home and playing this system in new games as well as applying many old game books that I brought down and managed 2 take with me out of the house that night on my escape trip here 2 Florida back last December twelfth.
But it is not the system that has me mind bent peeps, it is remembering all the shit that was taken away from me, not only all my worldly fucking possessions, but all the shit I could have maybe done 2 possibly help me finally escape this horrendous despicable Huntington Curse, the club run by Larry, and my networking plan on the internet. I intend 2 make all of this a reality, and I no longer need anybody’s fucking help. All of my enemies can burn up in hot fucking DOGTOWN; mortals use the word, HELL!!!!!!
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WORLD LABORATORIES 2297, SBT-DATFILE: C0006-071610.562
“SAFE JOURNAL”-BLOG CHAPTER #0006, SUBTITLED:
“EATING WAVES AND PARTICLES 4 BREAKFAST, MAXWELL”
Beginning Transmission;
Knowing that all of this is no more than a bunch of particles and waves, and that my conscious awake mind is nothing more than some sort of a cosmic radio scanner-tuner that divides this reality somehow by the speed of light times the speed of light, changes nothing about how going through this life makes one feel, or suffer, or whatever, NOT ONE MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTLESS GODSDAMN MIKE SOTTAS THING, YO, powerful arm breaking punches and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one person alive on this world of pure solidified hurl would believe me if I told U all that is going on since I posted up my blog last Saturday afternoon, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B4I start, the foundation here that absolutely must B built in order 4 all the rest of today’s blog story 2 make better sense 2 anyone reading, and especially Terry of Egg Harbor in New Jersey, the magic land of gone missing traveling exploratrons that take things 2 the next level, Doctor Bruceberg. U may not understand all or parts of this foundation that now will B constructed here with materials called words, but here goes, as I know it is utterly necessary and of the utmost importance 4 me 2 say all of this B4 beginning bigger shit that believe me folks, all connects and fits together 100%+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First this foundation will open by my telling and reiterating what I know definitely that I did in fact all ready tell, and on repeated occasion on many a past and prior blogging text, and so here goes, BRO. All places that I ever come 2 work in , or come 2 live at, R all ready known about by powerful ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and all ready, infiltrated by what I will full liberties today and term, “PRE-FIXED STRONGHOLDS”. I tend 2 put things into military terms and lingo Captain Kahnkirk, I realize this ol’ buddy, and gee I wonder YI do this, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funy-funy-funny, huh Sheila Longhair Franklin!!!!! Yeah, we will get a lot fucking funnier as this blog goes on, huh Captain the Game Player and fam??????????????????????? 600 years, 600 love slaves, and the Capitol of my nation in Roman Numeration of DC, wow, if it really does or could in fact get any better than all of this, DreamWorks peeps, U just show me freaking how-so, wouldya????????? Did any of U ever notice how when U buy a bag of popcorn that most non total pig out eaters never eat the entire thing in one sitting, and then try and reseal the remaining and uneaten popcorn when UR all finished eating what U want at the time, that the bag is always totally made 2 self destruct and got the very idea or maybe the other way around, the show getting the idea from popcorn bags, called “Mission Impossible”, not the modern bull shit shows or movies, I am talking the real talent here, the original sixties and into the early seventies show with Barney and mister Phelps, YO???????????? I decided sometime early this week 2 mention this 4 totally different reasons, yet reasons that pertained 2 a powerful other point that is all wrapped up with the teachings of MOUNTAINPEN and MORIANITY. Then I had just finished the prior evening eating a bag of popcorn where this indeed occurred, and now was going 2 eat some more popcorn and opened up a 2nd bag, as I had bought 2 large popcorn bags back last weekend. In my memory of being a popcorn eater, 4 the very first time, the bag not only did not literally fall apart faster than the contents of the product could even B eaten, but after I had finished the entire bag on the next day, the memories of this powerful shit hit me hard of how I was gonna blog this thing about these popcorn bags, and when the bag was totally empty of even the final and very last crumbs of tiny pieces of the popcorn, I grabbed this bag and pulled at it 4 all it was worth, and nothing, it was as though I was trying 2 tear up solid thin steel. Waves and particles, what do they have 2 do with entities in some Astral Heaven Realm, and the games that I have claimed that they endlessly play, in order 2 avoid thinking and dwelling on a hellish nightmare situation that existence never starts nor does it stops, it simply is, and that is simply because time itself is only real seemingly, in TIME REALMS, such as right here with us and U reading these words, whoever U may B????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, the foundation is gonna start thickening up as I move this right along now, despite not directly responding 2 my very own posed query at this exact point Senator Jacobson White!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may or may not know, I do not discuss at all, the U-tube thing or the ‘apology song’ that I was supposed 2 write and broadcast 2 the Planet EARTH. Let me remind some that know some of all of this hell in my life, that in the place I am working through the American Association of Retired Persons, or the “AARP”, we have a public address system, and like many places, they tend 2 play radio broadcasts over it. I told my blogging audience and my new life journal now as well, that is hopefully safer from the clutches of peeps like KING, MCGUIRE, and DAGAMA, and “OTHERS POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOMITES”, Mister Car Watergate Bugged Millhouse; how I heard an all ready brand new and just released song out on this station that was put through the PA system at this place where I worked, and so now I figure that there simply is now need 4 me 2 do this stupid thing, as I do not feel I have anything 2 apologize 4 in the first place, things happen, and I did not hear anyone saying the word no, or I would most likely still B on Rikers Island. I was worried that I was gonna go 2 Rikers Island until 1993 ran around, 7 years later. Now of course I know that Rikers Island was never in the possible menu of that night, and things were all preplanned and fixed, long B4 the sun ever burned in space. Still, I really do not think that U-tubing this powerful event would B in my best interest, and was very happy that an all ready existing song about a dude apologizing 2 a girl, was just released and out there, and by an all ready famous recording artist, so I know it has been played all over and heard numerous times by numerous peeps the world or at least the national area over. So I got onto the blog and told all this, and said I am not gonna have any more 2 do with this nonsense. Instantly, beginning with the very next morning that I went 2 work at this place, instead of some average music station, the PA was broadcasting a religious station, one of those hell fire preaching type stations with lots of screaming, and the Lord this and the Lord that, YO!!!!!!!!! Some powerful force where I work, at this pre-fixed location from B4 my birth and long B4 that, instantly, had any and all radio access 2 me, blocked and ‘terminated’, U would have been proud, Governor Schwarzenegger, sir!!!!!! If things were even just a tiny bit less obvious and blatant and continuous over decades of time with me, not years, DECADES, peeps, I could try at least 2 maintain possible objectivity that random things indeed can B occurring, but not with this endless fucking bullshit, but UR merely asking me 2 buy into shit that I totally fucking refuse 2 keep buying into. I don’t give a flying fucking rats Christ eating ass if the Pope, the President, and the top 100 stars in this diseased little world all told me 2, fuck all of these peeps, I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW, and that ends the matter, period, Fred Sanford!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other day, back earlier this week, after I left and punched out, I returned back 2 purchase a few grocery items, and guess what, regular music radio was back playing through the public address, wow am I just a paranoid whack job nut case peeps, OYR!!! (OH YEAH, RIGHT).
The foundation is laid 4 much more foundation as well as lots of things yet 2B told lads and lassies and Lab Retriever Dogs, don’t B jealous little Midge, I love U!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow did that break poor Dawn’s heart that day shortly B4 my kidnapping, but let me go on from that point with this, as it further is building more structure and solidity in the larger foundations. I really did love that little bastard. She was one great dog, but when she attacked Ann King’s precious birds, that was the end of poor whittle Midge. Poor Dawn, OYR, poor all of U, all of the Vasco Da Gama descendants, sheeeeiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the risk of Sarah Jacobson returning 2 me again at 22, as she can any time she so desires, let me just tell the most powerful monster ass tale in the world now, and some few Einstein’s out here all ready R most likely wondering when my light bulb was ever gonna go on, well it went on, so fucking there, YO!!!!!!!!! Right in the short 60 day or so time in 2008, not 2006, a typo on a recent blog when I discussed Dawn Marie King escaping the Secaucus Rehabilitation Clinic legitimately via the cleverest and most cunning plan that ever was hatched or devised on Planet freaking Earth, yet by any criminal, at least in my opinion aniwho, I really have believed in all of this after-time since this hell was given me, in the final third of the oh-Marola-8 year, but yes, it was not oh-6, it was oh-8, and all this time since, I believed totally that one single reason was behind this powerful plan 2 wipe me out and kidnap me into their evil fold and family. This plan being, 2 interfere with my public outcries of personal injustices through and by way of internet blogging. I am not ruling out that some of this is part of things, but it was far from the big picture here. The big picture is that I am totally mother fucking forbidden 2 things in this powerful fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE, really one thing, PLEASURE. Breaking this down into the 2 normal ingredients that bring varying degrees of pleasure 2 peeps living their lives physically in this rotten world, this translates 4 the heterosexual male, as women, and money. U cannot have women without money, nor can U have anything at all, it costs money just 2 exist and B in this fucking evil sin cursed world, and it always has. I had been communicating with a fellow named Larry, President of a Large and Tall Women Dating Club, where men that R small and want a monster ass Queen 4 a girlfriend and perhaps more, join his club, and I had joined it. Also, I had recently come up with a dynamite networking plan 4 use on the internet, and between these 2 things, my enemy, JUST AS THEY MOTHER FUCKING DID 2 ME IN 1986, they wiped me out and totally fucking DESTROYED MY FUCKIJNG ASS, POW, BOOM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS, and only this, was what really happened in clear hindsight now figured out this very fucking week, in 2008, and when in 1986 I won big money playing roulette professionally in the New Jersey casinos down in fucking Atlantic City, that was the activator button on the monster machine called the HUNTINGTON CURSE. Things just ‘blew right up in my face’, 2 quote the great Law and Order man, JACK MCCOY!!!!!!!!! Hence, I AM NOT ALLOWED NORMACY OR ANY HAPPINESS, AS I AM UNDER A VICIOUS FUCKING HORIFFIC MONSTROUS CURSE; AND I AM THE ONE THAT’S CARRYING THIS FUCKING CURSE IN THIS FUCKING GENERATION 4 MY FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DISEASED DIRT BAG SNOOTY FAMILY!!!!!!!!! Anyone that does not believe in “FAMILY CURSES”, and YO, I am learning how the fucking internet works, huh Paul Evans Pedersen of STUDIO PARK RECORDS, SIR, but 4 those that scoff and make fun of things running in families, U need 2 get some books on genetics and biology, as behavior and psychiatric traits as well as many physical characteristics that indeed makes all of us exactly who and what we R here in the material worlds, RUNS THROUGH OUR FAMILIES, through the magical CHAIN of chemical magic known 2 the scientific community as DNA. If all of this can run through our genes and make us what we all R, do not tell me 2 doubt any fucking “FAMILY CURSE”, OR CROOKED BUSINESS PARTNERS, OR HOW THE Google Engine and the internet systems all work, well U taught me all this big boy Paul, remember pal, U said that “I need 2 learn that it all is a system, and that I better learn 2 play the game or else I’d B in lots of trouble”, well, buddy, U were no fucking liar, not ON THAT ONE, BRO!!!!!!!!! I am learning more every mother fucking rotten stinking diseased day ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!! I remember a lot, and plan 2 do this networking thing, fuck the girls, I have no need 4 any of that shit, nor one tiny bit of interest. I am an old man and couldn’t fucking care less about women, so let us use the hands we have O’Jay Simpson, and try and remain out of the Bennett Hotel, as well as Rikers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The enemy has placed physically powerful and giant sluts all around me, they make me look like a tiny frail piece of onion paper, and can do shit with one hand that I cannot do in my wildest imagination with both hands. I literally am in a nightmare hell. I have aggressive girls all around me, as well as those that hate me, and some of these aggressive peeps R not anywhere near legal age. In fact, strange things R happening with children around me, and not just in one gender, but both with girls and boys. But I obviously can say no more about any of this, again, Florida has their ‘Riker’s Islands just as does New freaking York. Spurious shit happens on a minute 2 minute fucking basis, and if it all suddenly stopped, I would simply not know what 2 do or even how 2 fucking properly react. I would most likely fall down in a full drunken stupor, without so much as one drop of alcohol entering into my body. I am no Da Gama descendant, and I do not abuse any substances. No really peeps, I would B so shocked and surprises with or without any Donna summer’s or radios or songs, and wow, does that round robin right back into the point and issue of this days’ freaking ass bwog, Elmer ass hole Fwudd, whaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The powers and forces around me have totally interfered with the weather of the United States and especially the weather here in Florida. Especially with all this heat, and never any real decent electrical storms happening. Just last night, Diana woke me up and flashed a couple of times, and was around me a short while the other day, but no more 6 days in a row with powerful lovely bolts so close that I could feel my blond love doll literally tingle me just by stepping outside on the wet grass, how I love my beautiful electron, I always have, and I always will. Clock attacks with Jane Shitscumdisease R off the scale, the bitch nailed me just B4 coming here 2 the library, and I have been so fucking careful 2 avoid seeing her miserable fucking rotten ones.
Everything I say is being monitored by some group where I work, I have come 2 know this, it is undeniable, there is no mistake about it, I do not think the person who tried 2 call my bluff and bet me the ten fucking grand is part of this, this is separate, IMHO. If by any chance, U or someone that is in with U, BIG BILL, is reading this, I know about the random car crash hospital experiments, and that both U and Dennis Snyder, my fake cuzz, were used as ‘subjects’. I know ALL about this shit, and I know a lot more than all of the authorities and powers and regulators and law makes on this diseased planet, think that I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can take that straight 2 your ‘Chemical National Bank’, Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Long Island, U old snoot bag U!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another vicious attack came on me back on Tuesday, but since where I work is the scene of all of this now most of the time and with most of these events, and since as I have told U, I know I am being closely monitored as far as what I am saying publicly online, I must B very careful and joint the WAYV-NJ Radio Club, huh big deadly dangerous Paula???? I despise public displays of affection, the scum bag cauk dude on the machine across from me and his not so cauk girlfriend R playing kissy-nasty, this is revolting and disgusting 2 me, this is a fucking library, not a fucking whorehouse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As soon as I posted up last Saturday and drove over 2 South Beach, 4 a quick whittle swim in the damn ocean, the same MILITUFORCE ugly skinny long plane came right over me and then veered off after passing me low above me in the ocean, and in addition, a chopper was also making several passes over me, I saluted him, but was thinking, wow, your moms were sure terrific as Christless hellfire in bed the night B4, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 the wild ass monster power dream-interaction from several nights back, YO players: I fell into a quiet and peaceful sleep, and suddenly found me’ ol’ self in a large rectangle shaped room where a big banquet was taking place. The peeps that would B attending this event had not yet arrived and I was the worker who was fixing the places at each table setting, the numerous dishes and utensils, etcetera. In addition 2 all of this, there was a weird looking thin and extra tall glass that seemed 2B in sections, divided in 3 or 4 parts, and these were not empty, but filled up, and I was 2 place these around this huge table, all persons were 2 get one of them. There were some complex instructions and my boss, told me exactly what she wanted done with them, and it took me a while 2 totally catch on 2 what she wanted. My boss was none other than the greatest female recording artist of all time, here in the waking world, Mariah Carey. After I finally managed 2 complete this task, and as I speak, a super nasty left side death angel attack is striking me at just shy of 6 past 3 this afternoon. That was a major one, very intense as well as long lasting, but back 2 this wild interaction now. She told me 2 walk through the small door next 2 the main doors, and that ‘I would find myself in a small hallway that would lead me into a casino where many peeps were all playing the game of roulette that I fancied so much’, 2 quote here exactly. I did what she said and sure enough, this hallway bent around and seemed 2 slowly B leading me higher up as well, in elevation. Eventually it led me into an opening in a large wall, and dead ahead in front of me were endless roulette tables, thousands of them, I never saw anything like this here in this part of the hyperspace or any other one, so far, that my waking memory has recall of aniwho. Long Story Short, or (LSS), I went up 2 one of these tables, and noticed that at all of them, about 5-7 players were all seated, and 2 or 3 had shirts on that were identical, and read on their backs, “ULTIMATE ROULETTE PLAYER”. MC told me that I could learn how 2 play ULTIMATE ROULETTE, and that no one would tell me, but that I needed 2 carefully just observe the players that wore these shirts, and C what they do as the numbers keep popping in. Suddenly after what felt like about an hour’s worth of time in this powerful ‘dream’, I GOT IT. This was back last Saturday night around 11:30 or so, I was laying down on my bed and just dropped quietly away from this world. Suddenly I was in this banquet room with Mariah Carey, and she was my boss, and I had somehow known that she was not a recording artist or even had any interest at all in music, in this other universe in the hyperspace. As 4 the Ultimate roulette, it is mind boggling. Never ever, have I seen a system like this!!! It just gobbles up chips and never seems 2 fucking give them back 2 the house, all week I have been so busy surviving at my job and going home and playing this system in new games as well as applying many old game books that I brought down and managed 2 take with me out of the house that night on my escape trip here 2 Florida back last December twelfth.
But it is not the system that has me mind bent peeps, it is remembering all the shit that was taken away from me, not only all my worldly fucking possessions, but all the shit I could have maybe done 2 possibly help me finally escape this horrendous despicable Huntington Curse, the club run by Larry, and my networking plan on the internet. I intend 2 make all of this a reality, and I no longer need anybody’s fucking help. All of my enemies can burn up in hot fucking DOGTOWN; mortals use the word, HELL!!!!!!
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