Wednesday, October 15, 2008

RUNNING INTO RELATIVES--MONTH

“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”
{RUNNING INTO RELATIVES--MONTH}
DATFILE: 101508.586.27---Beginning Tranny Old Granny:


Well, I just got back from another Wednesday trip a quarter hundred miles east, 2 Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, 2 take Amazon Dawn 2 her weekly meeting, which is one of the conditions of her parole. While Mother-Ann won 3 bucks at the Resorts Hotel casino slots, and Dawn was a block and a half down from Jenny Johnson’s Trinitrail-Trinidad building on Tennessee Avenue, I went swimming in the beautiful and stupendous mighty Atlantic Ocean, that I will always love forever, 990990990990990990990990990. After I swam 4 a short while, I got talking 2 a surfer out there, and suddenly after mentioning Bob Levy, he said, “I am Bob Levy”. Instinctively, as I was perhaps 20 yards from him or a tad less, I bolted right towards him with outstretched hands and the THOUGHT of “FORWARD” in my mind, and instantly I was directly on top of him, and he said, “I’m his son”. We had a wonderful long talk, about his dad and how strong the family is and how the public only knows a small part of a very large story, and that they all may eventually B going 2 live in Cali, and that he had surfed all over the world in all of the oceans, and as I do, loves the great beautiful Atlantic one, specially. Do not get me wrong, oceans R really all on e encompassing and connecting part of this planet’s biosphere system, and they do not recognize mans imposed varying names or their boundaries one 2 another. A HELP-ME-GIBB” bottle may just as easily B launched from the Pacific islands and get eventually discovered by a swimmer off of Jersey in the Atlantic. Still, I love my Atlantic in a very special way, and she knows it, as she always calms down somewhat after I get on the beach and she knows that I am there, her THAT-BOY has indeed come HOME 2 HER. But we had a wonderful talk, the ex-mayor’s son Robert Levy Junior, and explained 2 me how even though t was his grandfather who was RL SENIOR, and the ex-Chief of the AC Beach Patrol and ex-Mayor, his dad, is Junior, something having 2 do with their middle names, permits him 2 take on the JUNIOR as opposed 2 being Robert Levy lll. He knew about Sarah Callio and indeed assured me that politics forced his friend and my x-good beach buddy, Chief Levy, 2 “clam” up when I brought up with him the subject of Sarah. He also told me that whoever Ann Silva’s friend was that told her {ANN}, 2 tell me that Sarah had become a bar lush and had recently been beaten up by 2 biker girls outside a bar parking lot, is all untrue. She as most people occasionally do, have a drink, but Ann and her friends have been playing me and he does not know Y, but advised me 2B careful of them, and my new situation of basically being enslaved 2 them, a virtual prisoner now of them and my life has vanished, I live 2B their slave, that is all. B4 going any further, the reason 4 last nights MILITUFORCE persecution was that a FLYERS HOCKEY game was being played, it always is about the PARALLEL EVENT AND THE ICPE, and my message 2U in the fucking FBI, is GO SCREW YOUR SELVES. Y’all sit around lifting weights on Arch Street in Philly all day, and won’t do a damn fucklng thing 2 help a person, a legal United States citizen, out of a situation where MAJOR CRIMES and international; LAWS R indeed being vitriolically violated and ignored. A RELATIVE of a famous sixties recording artist, his daughter, knows about this 4 a fact, and I refuse 2 implicate her on this blog and get her into trouble, but she knows this 4 a total fact, she is a beautician in a local shop just a ways outside and west of the city of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I know many people and many families of people, in the name recognized world of celebs. One day, all this BRIGGER SHIT is gonna find out that all the things they convinced themselves that they’d get away with in the persecution and destruction of me, is gonna come right back and triple time bite them all right in their tight whittle ass.

All day again, day after day and night after night, Chemtrails, planes, military shit, today a slew of United States red and whites, or Coast Guard (marina/water-patrollers/Mariena Carlittia’s)FORCE, the USCG, part of the USAF Military/Milituforce SYSTEM of the BRIGGBASE he Lambrigger Cult of the Astral Plane, assaulted me all day so far and this was what obviously began last night all around my residence here called by me now, the MARHOUSE. Y’all know how I got into this hell, and who indeed cleverly placed me here 4 her own special reasons. Now just days ago, and 4 a second time, I run into a cousin/relative of MC, then I today run into the Mayor’s son, out in the ocean. I do not claim 2 understand Mariah, I just know that there is absolutely no choice about this on my part, I must obey the QUEEN, as SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, and the media all know that this message was legitimately sent 2 me through clever means, and yes my beautiful teen queen, I got your message loudly and clearly, I am just your dog Yancy, and U RULE. But YR your relatives popping up all around me trying 2 tell me so much, starting with my great pal at the Haddonwood pool? If only my beautiful queen would remember that I have known great sufferings as U have once, this makes us a lot alike, and all I need is 2B sure that it is not hatred or vengeance on your part 4 what my detestable miserable family did 2 yours on the Island in the seventies, that is the reason U first gave me the powerful interaction with this place that I now am living at, as well as the bombardment of continual interactions, such as the house with the MAYOR, and the bay. I beg U not 2 hate me or hurt me All Mighty MC. When U take me places and sing 2 me, I am in HEAVEN, literally, and figuratively. I know lots of songs that U have sung that U as of yet do not know about. I will always B not only your favorite fan Mariah, but U will always B special, I know UR the great SSJKK. I let out a lot of misinformation secrets about YI stopped going to the Atlantic city beaches in between the time of early August in 2003 and late June in 2006. I never told the truth because the truth hurt me so much that I could not deal with it. What that RELATIVE said 2 me was so horrible, I cannot ever print this secret, but I will now let out a huge gargantuan sized cat in the bag. The {ME} from 1101 when I resided at 1102 Robin Hill from May or June of 1989 through March if memory is correctly serving me here in 1990, the black gorgeous lady neighbor from caddy/corner downstairs, in the bottom right unit of these average type of garden apartment 4 unit, 2 story structures, revisited me on the beach, it WAS indeed the same young lady with the silver luxury car, a Volvo or Lexus or along that line up upper priced automobiles, was indeed the girl on the beach. Now the secret coming is 2 huge 4 many 2 believe, and as all of U should know that R local 2 Atlantic City or within 40 miles in any direction except east, as I am not speaking 2 fish or weeds, that Mayor Lev’s wife was black, and when the 2 of them were dating seriously in high school, the jerk off scum bag principal threw him out of school 4 it, this was how awful and prejudiced this world was back in these times. According 2 the guy I enjoyed speaking 2 today, Robert Levy Junior/son of Robert Levy Junior with a different middle name and former beach body surfing pal and Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, soon 2 follow, Mayor Bob Levy. He says that the Carey family is a 3rd cousin twice removed from his mom, ex-Mayor Levy’s wife. His wife and Roy Carey, Mariah’s father R cousins of cousins and through 2 marriages and I forget the entire lineage details that he gave me while we were out in the water today. The sister was the one that Mayor Levy of the future, his wife, sent over 2 where I was after I had finished swimming. The 2 things this attractive black chick said over and over 2 me or 4 me 2 hear without question, but not actually speaking directly 2 me, were about some carpenters that needed 2B loved. She was saying this 2 a third party that really was not trying 2B a party 2 this, the second party was her daughter, a girl about 4-6, black, and average. Then all of a sudden she blurted out as I began walking away, as I had been just standing in the very shallows of the sea letting the waves come up and sink me into the sand, something I always enjoyed doing since present lifetime boyhood, she then said as I was starting 2 remember her from the apartment and who she was while I was residing in 1990 at 871 plus 231 Robin Hill Apartments, and I knew that she knew I remembered, it was in her eyes and smirk and general overall manner, “It is always 2 late 4 some people”!!!!!!!!!!!! I am crying like a trucking baby in my room as I pen this on my keyboard right now, it is a terrible thing 2 make wrong choices or not remember vital pieces of your past well enough so as 2 properly act upon them if the opportunity should ever arise. I do not care what MC does with her life, just as long as she is happy and content with it, and does not hold me responsible 4 monstrous wrong doings by my cursed and wretched LINY family and their putrid friends. UC Mashell Daniels of RPL Studios, I had personal reasons 4 saying what I said, buried and submerged as they might have been, but very much there and the cause of my behavior and my making the statement 2U, that I personally do not believe in inter-racial couples, as there R just 2 many problems that arise from it. On a waking world level, I did not know a lot about YI said this 2 her and indeed, quite veheminantly. This is when she retorted back that I’m entitled 2 my opinions. They were not MY opinions. They were memories of the early seventies while visiting some very sick rotten RELATIVES, and this is very relative, and I could not miss getting all of your messages MC, the odds 4 this being a misread on my part would B millions 2 one against it. Yes the siege goes on night and day. The Phillies will go on losing forever and the Flyers will win and win and the stock market will climb higher and higher and higher, with lots mof volatility and coaster riding, reminds me of my days living in Quakertown, PAUSAESMWG, and so often visiting the great Allentown’s Dorney Park, and riding the Stock Market, sorry, I mean the roller coaster. Well, those were the days of 1960 give or take a year both ways, the days that lightning appeared 2 me as an 11 year old blond and told me that she loves me. U do not ever forget shit like this lads and lassies and labbers. Imagine that, DORNEY-PARK, spell checker places U in the Bryers Ice Cream category, no recognition. Well, I am happy 2B also in this category. I wish 2 tell my true nightmare tale of woes 2 a blind and cold cruel world, but have no desire whatsoever 2 B known by a large mass population and B under their 24/7 scrutiny. That, 2 me, would suck. 4 now allow me or as uncle Heinz Gottwald of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, Long Island, New York would put it so eloquently, “permit me” now, pweeeeeze, 2 simpwee end this transmission.

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