WHERE RU BILLY SWAN WHEN I NEED U?

(WHERE RU BILLY SWAN WHEN I NEED U)
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-THE HW YEARS
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U said a while back Mister Swan that if there was a problem, U could help. Natch, I am not so Carly vein 2 believe that this song was about me, I just wish that it was, as I would call U right this mother fletching minute. I have a serious problem and need some serious help. B4I get into Y this is happening and all that is really going down all around me and believe me I do know quite a bit, but I need first 2 just say what is happening. All day I suffered through chemtrails and they turned the VERTIGO JIMMIE button back on, and we all know Y, none of us following any of these blogs R stupid, and I am not about 2 insult anybody’s intelligence. I have the powers of the universe against me and messing with me, and this game is just a game, no more and no less, but while I am mortal and existing here in this fleshly nightmare hell, it is just that lads and labbers and lassies, a NIGHTMARE HELL, CUBED, BR!!!!!!!!!! My utility attack is super major, the computer was hit yesterday big ass time, also the cable TV system and again today an other major attack blocking any audio from feeding correctly through the VCR, the way these idiot blowhard installers have hooked me all up, here at TAWFHOUSE. If I was in my own place, I could just reconnect, but with all of these people involved, they know I must suffer quietly and endure this constant freaking ass pain and turmoil and intense agony. I retrieved a phone message from my boss, I will B quitting my job in the mourning, and I will start looking 4 another, they have treated me like a mother fucking dog 4 the last time, and they R not the only show in town and they never fucking will B, BRA!!!!!!!!!! If the man hears what I have 2 tell him, that will B one thing, but when I call my boss back and legitimately tell him what is happening, and he still wants 2 fucking screw me over, fine, back 2 the casinos and Atlantic City 4 me, as this day was the worst day and this year is the worst year in my entire mother fucking 54 and a quarter fucking years of my Mountainpen material life, and yet this system that the All mighty gave me in that major DREAM as U would all C it as, is holding tight. I have losses, but a system crash is not a loss, it is when all of your points or at least 80% of them or units that were made, all go back 2 the WOMOF BANK, on paper or not, it is still happening in the reality curve. What is a reality curve. A reality curve is that I can buy a winning jackpot number and decide 2 sit on it 4 the maximum time allowed B4 the money would revert back 2 the state, and even though I am broke and in debt and living in shit, 4 whatever reason that I would decide 2 hold the ticket in a hidden shoebox or a bank safety deposit box, I still am in a new and positive reality, even though the outer material results do not show up in the current day 2 day linear time. When a system is working and seems 4 a long time 2B impervious 2 a crash, my reality curve is better than after a crash, as the potential 2 use what I thought I may have had, is either there or not there, causing a positive or a negative reality curve, even though no actual tangible thing is yet occurring. Long story short, I have been holding up well and maybe Scylla is not just playing games with me, but maybe she is, and I am only flesh and blood and have no way as of yet 2 know whether or not this upline world teenager is just mocking me and messing with me or finally really deciding 2 lend a helping and guiding hand Rod Stuart!!! No I did not leave U my Atlantic Ocean, don’t flip out brown eyes. Remember, it was U that left me. I came back, and U went away. I had no Earthly way 2 know or remember until U revealed things 2 me first, and your mighty and holy words agree with that statement. I am dead Mister Carter, and he verified that in 1986 in that major interaction of the other Atlantic Harrah Sarah City, BR!!!!!!! Dead men can do nothing, and certainly, they can remember nothing, I am tired of being blamed 4 shit that simply was not my fault. I am being struck on all fronts, where I live, where I work, and all places in-between. If this does not let fucking up, I am dead, Mister President, just like U told me in 19 fucking eighty-six!!!!! Real Good Girl was part of a combination of songs that were copyrighted in 1986, while I resided in Cherry Hill Hell, New Jerk-C, USAESMWG. The one I mentioned and just quickly touched on in my prior blog, that was in this group with oil’ Sharkey Bay half empty glass, was telling the story that Ricky Nelson’s Garden Party song was also telling. In it I say, “Try 2 give 10 bucks away, and its counterfeit they say, with suspicious minds and evil thoughts just glaring from their soul. Try 2 walk across the street, or dance different 2 the beat, and the fire sticks come charging towards your coal”. Oh how fucking true, BRO!!!!!! How mother lucking ducking sucking true!!!!!!!!!!! U can’t win when the world is against U, and everyone from the local shrink 2 your best fucking friend tells U, relax, you’re just paranoid and deluded, here, take some sike meds and the boo-boo in your brain gets better. Boo-boo my asshole. There is nothing wrong with me and nothing wrong with many a diagnosed patient by so called fucking qualified psychiatrists. It is all part of a huge disinformation and labeling system so that U SIMPLY CANNOT WIN. If people really R fucking screwing with U, the DSM4 book says that if U believe this 2B real, UR psychotic and paranoid with delusions. How can U win? If it really is delusional, that is different and there R many sick people, but many R not, they R being fucking screwed the hell with by forces none of U pout there even want 2 have the smallest clue about, as it would totally fucking blow away your whittle comfort cozy zone, BRO!!!!!!!! There R a few good souls out here and I know UR there, and U know I* am being tormented and triturated by an army of powerful diseased fucking scum bags, and that this all is totally real. U have seen me prove enough 2U, U have seen the real world react, and all my 3+ years of blogging start 2 take real shape and make real undeniable sense. U know it, but U all R2 scared 2 get together in a secret group, get organized, get powerful, like a Washington013-DC Lobby, and contact me at some point and identify yourself as the REAL BILLY SWAN, and then stand up and B counted 4 the sake of the righteous empire and all that diligently fights in any and all ways against evil, direct or covert!!!!!!!!!!!

U have seen how the exposure of both TAWF first, and then WOMOF second, has totally decimated their empire 4 a while. U have witnessed all this., U know that it is me against this entire material realm, and they hate my miserable fucklng guts 4 daring 2 exist and breath and love Sarah-Stacey Krassle, and 2 tell all of creation the real absolute truth about this All Mighty great beautiful being. For 2 freaking thousand years this world has had a half truth, and lots of fucklng diseased bull shit thrown into their face, and U all R buoying into it like a helpless bunch of automatons. The more the world gets close collectively 2 knowing total truth the closer it will get 2 the total demise of this evil poser structure of greed that my Babylonian family has created. Permit me now oh great sir, King Nebuchadnezzar to tell U that Jane Dirtweeds Straightfromhell just got me, as I looked up into 4 ugly evil bright ones on the digital LED display of my clock that is over my computer and TV set and was nailed by exploratronic dream travelers at eleven-eleven, then some stupid fucking program shot up and it took me 5 minutes 2 get it off the word document, as I must have pushed a wrong combo set of keys, or else it was a hack. I lean tonight more into the hack direction, BR!!!!!!! I do not have all of the magic answers, I only know what is real based on my own personal experiences, just exactly the same way that all of U know what is real based on yours. It is subjective, it is ambiguous, and most of all, it is all a bull shit freaking illusion.

Well days of siege bring cat command, meow Gawky Gaukauk!!!!!!!!! I am getting the cat command, but UC, nobody is fooling anybody my blogaud, they know that they have me so incredibly totally fucked up, that even if an entire building of totally naked New York City fashion models all locked me in and jumped me, I would have very little interest or arousal. U cannot suffer a hell like this and claim 2B the king of the libido club. This bunch of rotting demented disease knows all of this. This is not limited 2 this physical tangible material realm or plane of existence. U all R looking 4 proof of what UC in a false illusion, as the hope of life after death. I can totally guarantee that what U hope is real in your erring conscious minds, is totally real, only it is like reversing your taste buds the second UR given the banquet feast. Now U would like things like poison oak and battery acid and alkaloid based things, and when U go 2 taste your food, YUK. My hell proves what all of U only wish U could have proved 2U. But am I happy? The answer to this lies in my blogs of course, yeah I am just so ecstatic and full of blissful freaking joy, aren’t I, BR!!!!!????????? Well the big story tonight is not what they R gonna wanna hear, BRA!!!!!!! They detest with a passion and then some more, my ever receiving any recognition or credibility or vindication. Dawn thought I was lying 2 her for a while since that night when she wanted me 2 videotape that football game 4 her hubby Chicky. I told her that the machine does not always work, it might come out and it might not, something is wrong somewhere with this stupid fucking COMCAST CABLE CONNECTION. Tonight I came 2 learn that the same place that my room’s cable feeds into my box and my equipment, is right next 2 the telephone line and the modular jack that I recently had the Verizon repairmen flip upside down so as 2 let me plug it in from the underside, since this upstairs water leak has been one huge fucking hassle and problem 4 me since moving into this fucking house of horrific hellfire!!!!!!!!! Tonight when I was raising my voice on the telephone 2 the Comcast repair supervisor, they, the mighty KINGS, Dawn and ANN, came into my room 2 find out what all the fuss was about. All this time Dawn thought that I was lying 2 her so that she would not keep asking me 2 record stuff 4 her. She would not believe me when I told her that there was a fucklng intermittent fuck up and U never know what will come out on tape and what will fucklng not come out on tape. But tonight, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, WEOMO-TAWF. BRIGGER CULT SCUMBALLS, they witnessed this live and saw first hand that I WAS NOT making up a thing. No one EVER BELIEVES ME, or even lets me prove them wrong, but tonight, baby, I SCORED, and when I score, BRO, the enemy goes right down the fucking drain, This has been going on since Jimmie Carter told me, he knows that I am dead. This is Y the huge vultures flock around me and follow me, they R keeping their eyes on the eternal infinite fucking DEAD MAN!!!!!!!! Y`E`S, I scored finally, tonight, HA-HA-HA, now go ahead and Paula King Weston kill me if U can. Only wee all know U cannot, BR!!!!!!!! Like Scylla, I have no mother fucking start and no stop, screw all of U’s!!! She sings it so beautifully it makes me burst into tears every time I hear LOIS FOCA, and none of U will ever hear it here on the physical world. “Oh I’m the great Stacey, I AM. I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending the great Scylla Goddess I AM. Yes I’m the great Stacey, I’m in my great city, with colors and lights all around. My friends and my Vi-Queens R all with me here, and Heaven will surely abound”. Just check it out at the United States freaking copyright office, only I sang it. I would not dare send the sampled version down there, there would B a 4-sale sign at Broad and Wall in Manhattan within 72 hours if I ever went that far!!!!!, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even I know what lines not 2 cross.

Where RU Billy Swan, where is all this freaking help??????????????

Google and Swis and KSWL-2299, this is all bleeeee and blaaaahhh and blummmm. END OF THIS SCREWED UP HELLISH TWANSMISSION Elmer Fwudd. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.