Thursday, March 5, 2009
FBI, better do your fucking job
SOMEONE IS SUPER FUCKING HACKING THIS MACHINE AND INTERFERING WITH MY FDUCKING VIVIL RIGHTS AND THIS ENTIRE EVIL EMPIRE IS GONNA GET FIUUCKIONG SUED FOR 100 BILLION DOLLAES IF IT DOES NOT FUCKING STOP.
WHERE RU BILLY SWAN WHEN I NEED U?
(WHERE RU BILLY SWAN WHEN I NEED U)
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-THE HW YEARS
DATFILE: 020509.938~~~~Begin Transmission:
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.
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-THE HW YEARS
DATFILE: 020509.938~~~~Begin Transmission:
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.
THANKSGIVING SIEGE WORSENING AS ALWAYS INTOI MARCH
“Thanksgiving siege worsening As always Into March”
(THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION)
(THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME)
(MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUING FROM 1995)
Date And Time File: Close 2 CL-BG-5-020509.722.555555
Bog and blog both start with B and end with G, and so does the rip off musical group that stole a very powerful song, only then, and especially in early 1977 when I first wrote this 4th song of my mountainpen song collection, after which many others followed, I was totally unaware and completely ignorant 2 that fact, the power and history-marker of this song that is, “LOST LOVE” DUHH, does anyone out here want 2 buy a Hyundai from me, or else perhaps the freaking Brooklyn Bridge?????? The pure power of one simple whittle romper room chord progression and very simple childlike lyrics all though totally grown and on my Brook own at 22, Susan, 10-10 and old-old not withstanding, BR, oh the gods, the pure power of this freaking thing. Perhaps it takes a second chair the NY Metropolitan, Mister Frederick Hinger and Paula King in disguise, but still and on, in its own right, it has mighty ass power. Totally monstrous, this entire nightfreakingmare BRO!!!!!!!!! Totally demonic and monstrous times ten to the freaking fifty first exponent, BRA!!!!!
There is an upline world, and I learned a small smattering of this theoretical topic at the basement library at the Institute 4 Medical Research near the Ferry Avenue Patco High Speedline station in Camden, New Jersey, where 5 years into negative space, I would come 2 live in the neighboring blocks of Woodlyn, New Jersey USAESMWG. On my lunch break, I did not eat, but rather, I went down 2 this amazing freaking library, and learned about something that the nineteen eighties have somehow covered up and made 2 disappear, and that is what was termed by scientists, WEIRD-THEORY. This has been all prior mountainpen bogged, blogged, and flogged, along with my 61st grandfathers’ Uncle Jesus, the Nazarene. If U value your freaking sanity, stay the truck away from WEIRD-THEORY, BR!!!!!!!!! YO, I am being flat out straight and tellin’ it all totally true 2 Tammie’s whittle doctor, as well as 2 all of the BRIGGER CULT infiltrators, who have come into this Physical Plane, by projection, just as we in mystic circles think in reverse and sometimes attempt Astral Projection from the Physical Plane. I have met a group of these cultists and told less than 2 years ago if memory is serving me at all correctly, in linear time the gods help me, and told chall about a building and going up an elevator 2 a meeting room, on the Astral Plane, where these BRIGGERS were actually practicing their infiltrations down into here. We can always do a James Garner Rockford and get back 2 this Danny Ocean fake beat up, only not in the case of poor Mister tooth loose Maverick. 4 right now, my pernt Archibald is simply this. One MUST READS BOOK 4 all potential MORIANS, is by ROBERT MONROE, and is very famous, and it is called, “PROJECTIONS OF THE ASTRAL BODY”. Get it, BR!!!!!!!!!!! He even was smart enough with no help from Astral World entities reminding him of anything, 2 come up with on his own, Susan Brook Cirrus Clouds Crest-White, the reverse process of Y apparitions and ghosts have been sighted or art least the claim I\will not as of yet go away nor B scientifically disproved. These entities in this room were indeed doing just this very thing that Monroe was talking about, only he had no real clue about how things R all in reverse, and that reality is zero dimensional infinity and from there we all dream out and away into a dream shifting magical intertwining dreams and interactions called the ASTRAL REALM, and from there we dream down still further into a dream-created, phony physicality, where space and time must B real and exist as solid substances in order 4 interactions 2 ever take place within them, in total reverse of the ASTRAL DREAMSHIFT where first there is always the interaction, and this very interaction then goes onto build and construct the needed time and space 4 the thing 2 supposedly B taking shape and place inside of. Heavy stuff yes, but oh and all so freaking true, BRO!!!! Y would I make this wild shit up lads and lassies and labbers, Y, what is there 2 possibly freaking gain, BR???????????
Well, the trucking diseased twisted bastard jerk off butt wipes R back on me like flies on smelly brown stuff. Aerial persecution is back huge hyper time, chemtrails all over and super nasty, and on and on. Go 2 these sites and check out these horrific violations of all of our civil rights 2 pursue happiness, and being poisoned slowly 2 death in my opinion, and it is just my opinion, but it does not qualify as within the parameters of allowing a legally born United States citizen 2 indeed ever B able 2 pursue a constitutionally so-called guarantee, of happiness, so the law is all a total bunch of fucking horse shit, players!!!!!!!!! www.chembuster.com/ www.chemtrail-central.com/ Check it freaking out, BR!!!! Then check out all of my twisted diseased withed rotten satanic demonic enemies, some of which/witch can B found art these sites: www.acbp.com/ www.acmua.com/ www.acpd.com/ and this has all been listed and shown and discussed on one previous blogging text after another over 3 and a half years now players!!!!!!!!!
Well, despite all the horrendous trucking hell, Scylla’s roulette system is holding up, when it crashes, chall’ ll B the 1st 2 know about it!!!!!!!!!!! Without getting 2 specific, a player waits for a 3-string on any of the 6 outside betting outcomes such as BBB or EEE, and then bets a 4 staged mini-martingaled betting strategy of 1-2-4-8 units and then stops at either a win or a loss. The selection method is an alternated betting series, such as f the outcome of RRR pops in, U would play until a win or a loss, by alternating the black and red bets, so following RRR is BRBR. Following an EEE is OEOE, and so forth, keeping track of the 6 events of either RED, BLACK, EVEN, ODD, 1-18, or 19-39. I love 2 split the greens on my higher half bets such as 3rd and 4th bet, I did in back in 1986 and really kicked some ass. It is based on the logical theory that the house is luckier than U if UR losing 2 it, so since the 2 numbers that produce the edge or VIG 4 the house in the game of Roulette, is 0 and double 0, this is when U split it with a nice small cover bet, DERR!!!!!!!!! I need 2 stop typing now 4 a minute and stare at 555, the bright red fives on my freaking clock as it is nearly 5 minutes shy of 6 of the clock this early rotten diseased evening, BRA!!!!!!!!!! Whether I am the greatest fish in the whole damn bay or not is immaterial right now, as another song in the group along with this one was all sent down 2 the Copyright Office in late 1986, and the collection title was called REAL GOOD GIRL, based on the one song that seemed 2 bring me into a life changing treacherous and tumultuous situation, along with the I-Ching trance. My life journal B4 the world of BLOGGERS was then up 2 cassette tape number 1786, and the 13-landers must have had a field day rolling around laughing at my dubs. Anyway the other song was about how Ricky Nelson was so accurate when he said in the early seventies in his very famous and continually air played song called “Garden Party”, U can’t please everyone, so U got 2 please yourself. How ahead of your time U were Ricky Nostradamus Exploratron. I am fucking damned if I do and damned if I don’t in this Tyler Perry fucklng nightmare house of misery and pain. There is no way out of this without a miracle, and all Scylla seems 2 do and wanna do is play her endless teenage games with her eternal THAT-BOY. My evil WOMOF and her TAWF R somehow i8ntertwined and inter-connected in things that stem from B4 this world was even dreamed into, based on our false perceptions natch, of linear time. The wing in the LAKEHOUSE where Cuz-Dawnie TERRA-BULL, {TPB-1994}, wow, not 15 bells SPL from these horrifically monstrously loud ass cymbals pweeeeeze, Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!, but at the end of this wing that has a slight slope, where it is highest, it runs into a perpendicular hallway off of the long hallway that begins this huge wing, and by turning left, it leads out a ways and eventually 2 a sliding glass tri-door system where one glass pane slides one way into the right side, and there still is another pane further left of the sliding glass pane, and a walkway then leads around some beautiful growing shrubbery and eventually leads out 2 the dock and 4 story high connected deck overlooking the great lake where huge giant fish and pets of some kind, like dolphins perhaps R swimming around a large roped off area. Also the dude that took me on the road trip and knew a man on the team of the New York Nicks, and we somehow saw the Philadelphia Parade 4 the Champion World Series winning Phillies, only it was 3 or 4 weeks B4 it got around 2 happening in wakeful life and linear time, enjoys swimming around there, as does his Aunt Mariah. This is when Ann King Silva threw a stone at him from the 4th deck high up over the water at him while he was swimming and then vanished leaving me 2 hold the bag, and then 2 get put in a nasty chock with his hand around my neck 4 thinking that I had thrown the stone at him. It all is on prior blogs on the website called www.blogger.com/ so just Google up Mountainpen on this site, and look all around in month 2 month past post ups. U will never catch me making up lies and stories, this all happened. Dreaming the future 2 use your forward-mortal term, is a very common occurrence 4 me. Traveling through time in dreams is as well. This is Y the BRIGGEWRS or the LEVIATHANS R on me. Any Dark Shadows fan knows that they R attracted 2 time travelers.
Also, I think our landlord is intentionally making us miserable, doing things that R interfering with our lives and schedules. It was not us that broke federal laws and made him pay 4 other people’s electric usage. This is a major legal no-no. Well BOR, my entire body feels as though I just went about 7 rounds with ol’ B Stinging Butterfly himself, so I am gonna sign off. They turned on the Jimmie Stuart Vertigo button again, and I am next week, going 2 my doctor in the Conshohocken section of Philadelphia, and find out what these diseased mother suckers have done 2 me. This is total war. Magnesonic will make all this pure disease very sorry 4 what they have done and still R indeed freaking doing 2 me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I get 2 the bottom of the connection between the families, I will know the secret that has been sought after by secret societies on this planet 4 thirteen freaking thousand years, and that is, how 2 merge the planes together, the Physical World and the Astral World. I will get 2 the bottom of this if it takes me until I am Labber Zeejins all over again. SSJKK lives in a beautiful and special city called by all the agreeing Astral interactors, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Yet her THAT-BOY who lives there with her, and is changed into a large Dalmatian dog so her parents won’t get pissed off, is also dreaming that he is in this waking tangible material space-time world, and, with FULL TOTAL ARNIE RIP-OFF RECALL, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then in 1997 comes the interaction with SSJKK in her newer form, not personally, but in the sending of 2 letters 2 my Somerdale, New Jersey residence through the mail. The letters were both empty however, the envelopes were from MC and addressed 2 me, name and address, again U would say this happened in a dream. Then 11 years later Jane Numberweeds, she went hog wild 2 get my attention, and just 4 the sake of telling me that I figured all of this out 2 late, gee thanks a lot Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!! I BEG U not 2 hate me, IWALU my 990, and UR always my brown eyed girl. Your Roulette System is working amazingly during a vicious monstrous despicable death siege. This is now the worst freaking Thanksgiving Siege I think I ever have lived through, and this has been trucking ongoing now 4 twenty-three rock chucking neck chocking road tripping, future seeing, years, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U all will b seeing storms and wildfires and droughts and floods and earthquakes and volcanoes and city unrest and international unrest, just as I said. U will all B mother fletching very sorry 4 persecuting an innocent man straight 2 his runt slapping grave, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KING SOIFER WORLD LABS OF 2299, this is all Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm. Copyright Michael Mountainpen-2009ADEG, screw the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
E~N~D----------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BRA!!!!!!!!
(THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION)
(THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME)
(MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUING FROM 1995)
Date And Time File: Close 2 CL-BG-5-020509.722.555555
Bog and blog both start with B and end with G, and so does the rip off musical group that stole a very powerful song, only then, and especially in early 1977 when I first wrote this 4th song of my mountainpen song collection, after which many others followed, I was totally unaware and completely ignorant 2 that fact, the power and history-marker of this song that is, “LOST LOVE” DUHH, does anyone out here want 2 buy a Hyundai from me, or else perhaps the freaking Brooklyn Bridge?????? The pure power of one simple whittle romper room chord progression and very simple childlike lyrics all though totally grown and on my Brook own at 22, Susan, 10-10 and old-old not withstanding, BR, oh the gods, the pure power of this freaking thing. Perhaps it takes a second chair the NY Metropolitan, Mister Frederick Hinger and Paula King in disguise, but still and on, in its own right, it has mighty ass power. Totally monstrous, this entire nightfreakingmare BRO!!!!!!!!! Totally demonic and monstrous times ten to the freaking fifty first exponent, BRA!!!!!
There is an upline world, and I learned a small smattering of this theoretical topic at the basement library at the Institute 4 Medical Research near the Ferry Avenue Patco High Speedline station in Camden, New Jersey, where 5 years into negative space, I would come 2 live in the neighboring blocks of Woodlyn, New Jersey USAESMWG. On my lunch break, I did not eat, but rather, I went down 2 this amazing freaking library, and learned about something that the nineteen eighties have somehow covered up and made 2 disappear, and that is what was termed by scientists, WEIRD-THEORY. This has been all prior mountainpen bogged, blogged, and flogged, along with my 61st grandfathers’ Uncle Jesus, the Nazarene. If U value your freaking sanity, stay the truck away from WEIRD-THEORY, BR!!!!!!!!! YO, I am being flat out straight and tellin’ it all totally true 2 Tammie’s whittle doctor, as well as 2 all of the BRIGGER CULT infiltrators, who have come into this Physical Plane, by projection, just as we in mystic circles think in reverse and sometimes attempt Astral Projection from the Physical Plane. I have met a group of these cultists and told less than 2 years ago if memory is serving me at all correctly, in linear time the gods help me, and told chall about a building and going up an elevator 2 a meeting room, on the Astral Plane, where these BRIGGERS were actually practicing their infiltrations down into here. We can always do a James Garner Rockford and get back 2 this Danny Ocean fake beat up, only not in the case of poor Mister tooth loose Maverick. 4 right now, my pernt Archibald is simply this. One MUST READS BOOK 4 all potential MORIANS, is by ROBERT MONROE, and is very famous, and it is called, “PROJECTIONS OF THE ASTRAL BODY”. Get it, BR!!!!!!!!!!! He even was smart enough with no help from Astral World entities reminding him of anything, 2 come up with on his own, Susan Brook Cirrus Clouds Crest-White, the reverse process of Y apparitions and ghosts have been sighted or art least the claim I\will not as of yet go away nor B scientifically disproved. These entities in this room were indeed doing just this very thing that Monroe was talking about, only he had no real clue about how things R all in reverse, and that reality is zero dimensional infinity and from there we all dream out and away into a dream shifting magical intertwining dreams and interactions called the ASTRAL REALM, and from there we dream down still further into a dream-created, phony physicality, where space and time must B real and exist as solid substances in order 4 interactions 2 ever take place within them, in total reverse of the ASTRAL DREAMSHIFT where first there is always the interaction, and this very interaction then goes onto build and construct the needed time and space 4 the thing 2 supposedly B taking shape and place inside of. Heavy stuff yes, but oh and all so freaking true, BRO!!!! Y would I make this wild shit up lads and lassies and labbers, Y, what is there 2 possibly freaking gain, BR???????????
Well, the trucking diseased twisted bastard jerk off butt wipes R back on me like flies on smelly brown stuff. Aerial persecution is back huge hyper time, chemtrails all over and super nasty, and on and on. Go 2 these sites and check out these horrific violations of all of our civil rights 2 pursue happiness, and being poisoned slowly 2 death in my opinion, and it is just my opinion, but it does not qualify as within the parameters of allowing a legally born United States citizen 2 indeed ever B able 2 pursue a constitutionally so-called guarantee, of happiness, so the law is all a total bunch of fucking horse shit, players!!!!!!!!! www.chembuster.com/ www.chemtrail-central.com/ Check it freaking out, BR!!!! Then check out all of my twisted diseased withed rotten satanic demonic enemies, some of which/witch can B found art these sites: www.acbp.com/ www.acmua.com/ www.acpd.com/ and this has all been listed and shown and discussed on one previous blogging text after another over 3 and a half years now players!!!!!!!!!
Well, despite all the horrendous trucking hell, Scylla’s roulette system is holding up, when it crashes, chall’ ll B the 1st 2 know about it!!!!!!!!!!! Without getting 2 specific, a player waits for a 3-string on any of the 6 outside betting outcomes such as BBB or EEE, and then bets a 4 staged mini-martingaled betting strategy of 1-2-4-8 units and then stops at either a win or a loss. The selection method is an alternated betting series, such as f the outcome of RRR pops in, U would play until a win or a loss, by alternating the black and red bets, so following RRR is BRBR. Following an EEE is OEOE, and so forth, keeping track of the 6 events of either RED, BLACK, EVEN, ODD, 1-18, or 19-39. I love 2 split the greens on my higher half bets such as 3rd and 4th bet, I did in back in 1986 and really kicked some ass. It is based on the logical theory that the house is luckier than U if UR losing 2 it, so since the 2 numbers that produce the edge or VIG 4 the house in the game of Roulette, is 0 and double 0, this is when U split it with a nice small cover bet, DERR!!!!!!!!! I need 2 stop typing now 4 a minute and stare at 555, the bright red fives on my freaking clock as it is nearly 5 minutes shy of 6 of the clock this early rotten diseased evening, BRA!!!!!!!!!! Whether I am the greatest fish in the whole damn bay or not is immaterial right now, as another song in the group along with this one was all sent down 2 the Copyright Office in late 1986, and the collection title was called REAL GOOD GIRL, based on the one song that seemed 2 bring me into a life changing treacherous and tumultuous situation, along with the I-Ching trance. My life journal B4 the world of BLOGGERS was then up 2 cassette tape number 1786, and the 13-landers must have had a field day rolling around laughing at my dubs. Anyway the other song was about how Ricky Nelson was so accurate when he said in the early seventies in his very famous and continually air played song called “Garden Party”, U can’t please everyone, so U got 2 please yourself. How ahead of your time U were Ricky Nostradamus Exploratron. I am fucking damned if I do and damned if I don’t in this Tyler Perry fucklng nightmare house of misery and pain. There is no way out of this without a miracle, and all Scylla seems 2 do and wanna do is play her endless teenage games with her eternal THAT-BOY. My evil WOMOF and her TAWF R somehow i8ntertwined and inter-connected in things that stem from B4 this world was even dreamed into, based on our false perceptions natch, of linear time. The wing in the LAKEHOUSE where Cuz-Dawnie TERRA-BULL, {TPB-1994}, wow, not 15 bells SPL from these horrifically monstrously loud ass cymbals pweeeeeze, Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!, but at the end of this wing that has a slight slope, where it is highest, it runs into a perpendicular hallway off of the long hallway that begins this huge wing, and by turning left, it leads out a ways and eventually 2 a sliding glass tri-door system where one glass pane slides one way into the right side, and there still is another pane further left of the sliding glass pane, and a walkway then leads around some beautiful growing shrubbery and eventually leads out 2 the dock and 4 story high connected deck overlooking the great lake where huge giant fish and pets of some kind, like dolphins perhaps R swimming around a large roped off area. Also the dude that took me on the road trip and knew a man on the team of the New York Nicks, and we somehow saw the Philadelphia Parade 4 the Champion World Series winning Phillies, only it was 3 or 4 weeks B4 it got around 2 happening in wakeful life and linear time, enjoys swimming around there, as does his Aunt Mariah. This is when Ann King Silva threw a stone at him from the 4th deck high up over the water at him while he was swimming and then vanished leaving me 2 hold the bag, and then 2 get put in a nasty chock with his hand around my neck 4 thinking that I had thrown the stone at him. It all is on prior blogs on the website called www.blogger.com/ so just Google up Mountainpen on this site, and look all around in month 2 month past post ups. U will never catch me making up lies and stories, this all happened. Dreaming the future 2 use your forward-mortal term, is a very common occurrence 4 me. Traveling through time in dreams is as well. This is Y the BRIGGEWRS or the LEVIATHANS R on me. Any Dark Shadows fan knows that they R attracted 2 time travelers.
Also, I think our landlord is intentionally making us miserable, doing things that R interfering with our lives and schedules. It was not us that broke federal laws and made him pay 4 other people’s electric usage. This is a major legal no-no. Well BOR, my entire body feels as though I just went about 7 rounds with ol’ B Stinging Butterfly himself, so I am gonna sign off. They turned on the Jimmie Stuart Vertigo button again, and I am next week, going 2 my doctor in the Conshohocken section of Philadelphia, and find out what these diseased mother suckers have done 2 me. This is total war. Magnesonic will make all this pure disease very sorry 4 what they have done and still R indeed freaking doing 2 me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I get 2 the bottom of the connection between the families, I will know the secret that has been sought after by secret societies on this planet 4 thirteen freaking thousand years, and that is, how 2 merge the planes together, the Physical World and the Astral World. I will get 2 the bottom of this if it takes me until I am Labber Zeejins all over again. SSJKK lives in a beautiful and special city called by all the agreeing Astral interactors, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Yet her THAT-BOY who lives there with her, and is changed into a large Dalmatian dog so her parents won’t get pissed off, is also dreaming that he is in this waking tangible material space-time world, and, with FULL TOTAL ARNIE RIP-OFF RECALL, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then in 1997 comes the interaction with SSJKK in her newer form, not personally, but in the sending of 2 letters 2 my Somerdale, New Jersey residence through the mail. The letters were both empty however, the envelopes were from MC and addressed 2 me, name and address, again U would say this happened in a dream. Then 11 years later Jane Numberweeds, she went hog wild 2 get my attention, and just 4 the sake of telling me that I figured all of this out 2 late, gee thanks a lot Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!! I BEG U not 2 hate me, IWALU my 990, and UR always my brown eyed girl. Your Roulette System is working amazingly during a vicious monstrous despicable death siege. This is now the worst freaking Thanksgiving Siege I think I ever have lived through, and this has been trucking ongoing now 4 twenty-three rock chucking neck chocking road tripping, future seeing, years, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U all will b seeing storms and wildfires and droughts and floods and earthquakes and volcanoes and city unrest and international unrest, just as I said. U will all B mother fletching very sorry 4 persecuting an innocent man straight 2 his runt slapping grave, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KING SOIFER WORLD LABS OF 2299, this is all Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm. Copyright Michael Mountainpen-2009ADEG, screw the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
E~N~D----------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BRA!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
VISCIOUS EVIL SLIMEBAG WOMOF STRIKES HARD
“ONGOING SIEGE AND HACKING THIS WEDNESDAY”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 020409.560.555555555555555555
Beginning Transmission:
Nasty CHEMTRASILING is happening today, I have seen it worse however. Also, some planes R buzzing around, not 2 bad, but letting me know they r indeed out there. My DEEDEE birds R swarming and have been 4 quite some time now, all around me, near the TAWFHOUISE from HELL, and everywhere else that I go. This is the large black bird’s special way of telling me that I am in serious trouble, well, gee Deedee, really, I did not know that, but I enjoy seeing large flocks of U anyway, I always know that the great Stacey is near and concerned about me when she sends them 2 me. I am indeed in serious trouble, and thanks 2 my WOMO-FAMILY or what I from now on will rename as my Womof, I can expect 2 count on this until I make the great road-trip up to my ancestral stronghold where LORD/ESS or SAR/AH decided 2 get reborn at, after 1969. I was told by HER that if I go up there and tell them who I am and produce documentation such as my passport and photo drivers license, a package has been waiting at either the library or somewhere in the borough hall, waiting 4 the new curse-holder 2 return and claim it. Probably if I know SSJKK as well as I think I Do, this is another one of her powerful and extremely dangerous teenage games, and the gods only knows if it is there, and if so, what is inside, perhaps the letters “PANDORA”. After last nights post, I learned that the Flyers snapped a beautiful 3 game losing streak and defeated the best ice hockey team in the entire leagues, so I knew then, I was in 4 some real nasty weather, CC Revival, with many a bad ‘69 moon a rising!!!!!!!!!! Then so far today is one thing after another going wrong, and this house is so filled with mother trucking tension, U could cut it with a knife right through the invisible air. Everyone is leaving and there is no way I am moving into some other place with Dawn and Chicky. They will have 2 fend 4 themselves, as if I have 2 just pack an overnight bag with my pills and passport and debit card and a change of underwear, I will do what I have 2, just as champ says all the time, I indeed learn from others, how alike we R Scylla. I never knew that the authorities would allow me 2B put in this kind of a precarious and disastrous situation Inspector Superman Henderson Louigee!!! When I was a boy in school in my present lifetime, I was taught that this was America, and if someone in my situation was abused and crying out 2 many authorities 4 help, there is no way that they ever would B turned away here in these wonderful United States. Obviously I am different from all others, or else this was all propaganda that was taught in the elementary schools 2 all of us poor young impressionable moldable minds, 4 THEIR OWN AGENDAS, sinister as they may B, BR!!!!!!!!
Candy, Mario’s niece from the pizzeria where Chicky works here in Berryville, is here at the 6-19 room HOH, cutting and coloring Dawn’s hair. She is hoping 2 get a job soon as a licensed beautician at the Hammonton Hair Cuttery, that UC advertised so often on television with all the gorgeous girls that R promoting the ad spot. When she is finished which will B soon, Dawn will go shopping at the Shop Rite store and B4 that, she wants me 2 open up an escrow account where we can place our unpaid rent until Judge Raso and Dawn get things worked out, only I do not think they will, the war with all of this has indeed freaking escalated into total thermo-nuclear, there is no way back, the buttons were all pushed and now comes the death and the fall out. I do not think that I’ll survive all of this if I do not screw up my damn courage and disappear one night when they all think I am heading off 2 my weekend job.
After I learned that the Flyers beat the best team in all of Hockley, I fell into a very troubled and nasty ass sleep around one this moUrning, BRO!!!!!!! Long story short, Scylla appeared 2 me and said that she liked my blog that I had just posted up, and was laughing and slapping her knees. Well, I am glad U find me so amusing my lovely brown eyed teen queen. Then she showed me a little bit about the device in the trunks of the (ANTINASS TEAM), as she calls them. She showed me how a bright light made a powerful crystal hum, and suddenly the entire vehicle was a mass of glowing ions. When she deactivated a small red and white switch, with the letters OW on them, it returned 2 normal. The light got much brighter and then the vehicle stereo engaged, and one of HER songs began pounding through the system very loudly, literally rocking the large dark green van as though it was in or near an oncoming twister. She began 2 sing along with her song, and then I recognized it in very short order from the CD that I recently purchased at the K-Mart. I will only say that obviously this was her way of telling me something I needed 2 know, and must not tell more on this blog. Is it not funny that the carpenter’s L or leveler/square combo tool, when removed from web-logging, creates the other word and that this is where the mighty MILITUFORCE first began striking myself and David Charles Roth in the Pine Barren Forests of New Jersey, right at the home of the Ocean Spray Cranberries, and where we also ended up after leaving the office of the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office that fateful day on the 5th of December, in ‘89, after we were done talking with miserable Donna Spinosi, and also, Mister Ron Wirtz? She was as dazzling and luscious as Abbey Carmichael on (Law and Order), but with a very nasty and mean disposition. How I remember as though it went down yesterday, in my old clunker car while we were heading 4 the Cranberry Bogs behind Mayo’s restaurant on Route 72, and still were driving through Camden, New Jersey, what Dave said 2 me, and I will quote it again, despite knowing fully well that I said it B4 on many other blogging and bogging texts, LOIS FOCA, and I quote this poor savagely poisoned and murdered man from my oh so troubled past, “Mountainpen, things R either gonna get a little bit better now, or they’re gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse”. U do not forget these statements, nor days like 120589, BRA!!!!!!!!
Long story short, SHE also asked me if I am playing her roulette system that she gave 2 me in a recent interaction and I told her it is so amazing that I did not even want 2 talk about it. She then told me that Roger was just making a fool out of me and that he has left Arizona and is back in my area again with a distant cousin of his. Yeah, those old shaking libraries and wings with many chariots. I think since the meeting, accidental or otherwise, with other family members of THAT FAMILY, caused the tribulation 2 reach the beyond-boiling point here in this house. Even SSJJKK told me, it is time 4 me 2 move on, and that she is working out some things so that I can. Thank U Scylla, and thank
U4 that real cool interaction last night. IWALU in such a very special way my lovely giant teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR my forever 990!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not trying 2 escape U, so U need not make the van shake that powerfully with 14 bells of sound pressure level. Whenever U want me at the Lakehouse, I will B there Teen-Queen. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHTED INTELECTUAL PROPERTY BELONGING TO ONE MICHAEL WAYNE MIOUNTAINPOEN, 2006-2009, BLOGS OF MWM.
This now twerminates this whittle Twansmission Mister Elmer Wabbit Fwudd!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~55555555555555555.
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 020409.560.555555555555555555
Beginning Transmission:
Nasty CHEMTRASILING is happening today, I have seen it worse however. Also, some planes R buzzing around, not 2 bad, but letting me know they r indeed out there. My DEEDEE birds R swarming and have been 4 quite some time now, all around me, near the TAWFHOUISE from HELL, and everywhere else that I go. This is the large black bird’s special way of telling me that I am in serious trouble, well, gee Deedee, really, I did not know that, but I enjoy seeing large flocks of U anyway, I always know that the great Stacey is near and concerned about me when she sends them 2 me. I am indeed in serious trouble, and thanks 2 my WOMO-FAMILY or what I from now on will rename as my Womof, I can expect 2 count on this until I make the great road-trip up to my ancestral stronghold where LORD/ESS or SAR/AH decided 2 get reborn at, after 1969. I was told by HER that if I go up there and tell them who I am and produce documentation such as my passport and photo drivers license, a package has been waiting at either the library or somewhere in the borough hall, waiting 4 the new curse-holder 2 return and claim it. Probably if I know SSJKK as well as I think I Do, this is another one of her powerful and extremely dangerous teenage games, and the gods only knows if it is there, and if so, what is inside, perhaps the letters “PANDORA”. After last nights post, I learned that the Flyers snapped a beautiful 3 game losing streak and defeated the best ice hockey team in the entire leagues, so I knew then, I was in 4 some real nasty weather, CC Revival, with many a bad ‘69 moon a rising!!!!!!!!!! Then so far today is one thing after another going wrong, and this house is so filled with mother trucking tension, U could cut it with a knife right through the invisible air. Everyone is leaving and there is no way I am moving into some other place with Dawn and Chicky. They will have 2 fend 4 themselves, as if I have 2 just pack an overnight bag with my pills and passport and debit card and a change of underwear, I will do what I have 2, just as champ says all the time, I indeed learn from others, how alike we R Scylla. I never knew that the authorities would allow me 2B put in this kind of a precarious and disastrous situation Inspector Superman Henderson Louigee!!! When I was a boy in school in my present lifetime, I was taught that this was America, and if someone in my situation was abused and crying out 2 many authorities 4 help, there is no way that they ever would B turned away here in these wonderful United States. Obviously I am different from all others, or else this was all propaganda that was taught in the elementary schools 2 all of us poor young impressionable moldable minds, 4 THEIR OWN AGENDAS, sinister as they may B, BR!!!!!!!!
Candy, Mario’s niece from the pizzeria where Chicky works here in Berryville, is here at the 6-19 room HOH, cutting and coloring Dawn’s hair. She is hoping 2 get a job soon as a licensed beautician at the Hammonton Hair Cuttery, that UC advertised so often on television with all the gorgeous girls that R promoting the ad spot. When she is finished which will B soon, Dawn will go shopping at the Shop Rite store and B4 that, she wants me 2 open up an escrow account where we can place our unpaid rent until Judge Raso and Dawn get things worked out, only I do not think they will, the war with all of this has indeed freaking escalated into total thermo-nuclear, there is no way back, the buttons were all pushed and now comes the death and the fall out. I do not think that I’ll survive all of this if I do not screw up my damn courage and disappear one night when they all think I am heading off 2 my weekend job.
After I learned that the Flyers beat the best team in all of Hockley, I fell into a very troubled and nasty ass sleep around one this moUrning, BRO!!!!!!! Long story short, Scylla appeared 2 me and said that she liked my blog that I had just posted up, and was laughing and slapping her knees. Well, I am glad U find me so amusing my lovely brown eyed teen queen. Then she showed me a little bit about the device in the trunks of the (ANTINASS TEAM), as she calls them. She showed me how a bright light made a powerful crystal hum, and suddenly the entire vehicle was a mass of glowing ions. When she deactivated a small red and white switch, with the letters OW on them, it returned 2 normal. The light got much brighter and then the vehicle stereo engaged, and one of HER songs began pounding through the system very loudly, literally rocking the large dark green van as though it was in or near an oncoming twister. She began 2 sing along with her song, and then I recognized it in very short order from the CD that I recently purchased at the K-Mart. I will only say that obviously this was her way of telling me something I needed 2 know, and must not tell more on this blog. Is it not funny that the carpenter’s L or leveler/square combo tool, when removed from web-logging, creates the other word and that this is where the mighty MILITUFORCE first began striking myself and David Charles Roth in the Pine Barren Forests of New Jersey, right at the home of the Ocean Spray Cranberries, and where we also ended up after leaving the office of the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office that fateful day on the 5th of December, in ‘89, after we were done talking with miserable Donna Spinosi, and also, Mister Ron Wirtz? She was as dazzling and luscious as Abbey Carmichael on (Law and Order), but with a very nasty and mean disposition. How I remember as though it went down yesterday, in my old clunker car while we were heading 4 the Cranberry Bogs behind Mayo’s restaurant on Route 72, and still were driving through Camden, New Jersey, what Dave said 2 me, and I will quote it again, despite knowing fully well that I said it B4 on many other blogging and bogging texts, LOIS FOCA, and I quote this poor savagely poisoned and murdered man from my oh so troubled past, “Mountainpen, things R either gonna get a little bit better now, or they’re gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse”. U do not forget these statements, nor days like 120589, BRA!!!!!!!!
Long story short, SHE also asked me if I am playing her roulette system that she gave 2 me in a recent interaction and I told her it is so amazing that I did not even want 2 talk about it. She then told me that Roger was just making a fool out of me and that he has left Arizona and is back in my area again with a distant cousin of his. Yeah, those old shaking libraries and wings with many chariots. I think since the meeting, accidental or otherwise, with other family members of THAT FAMILY, caused the tribulation 2 reach the beyond-boiling point here in this house. Even SSJJKK told me, it is time 4 me 2 move on, and that she is working out some things so that I can. Thank U Scylla, and thank
U4 that real cool interaction last night. IWALU in such a very special way my lovely giant teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR my forever 990!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not trying 2 escape U, so U need not make the van shake that powerfully with 14 bells of sound pressure level. Whenever U want me at the Lakehouse, I will B there Teen-Queen. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHTED INTELECTUAL PROPERTY BELONGING TO ONE MICHAEL WAYNE MIOUNTAINPOEN, 2006-2009, BLOGS OF MWM.
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ONGOING SIEG AND HACKING THIS WEDNESDAY
“ONGOING SIEGE AND HACKING THIS WEDNESDAY”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 020409.560.555555555555555555
Beginning Transmission:
Nasty CHEMTRASILING is happening today, I have seen it worse however. Also, some planes R buzzing around, not 2 bad, but letting me know they r indeed out there. My DEEDEE birds R swarming and have been 4 quite some time now, all around me, near the TAWFHOUISE from HELL, and everywhere else that I go. This is the large black bird’s special way of telling me that I am in serious trouble, well, gee Deedee, really, I did not know that, but I enjoy seeing large flocks of U anyway, I always know that the great Stacey is near and concerned about me when she sends them 2 me. I am indeed in serious trouble, and thanks 2 my WOMO-FAMILY or what I from now on will rename as my Womof, I can expect 2 count on this until I make the great road-trip up to my ancestral stronghold where LORD/ESS or SAR/AH decided 2 get reborn at, after 1969. I was told by HER that if I go up there and tell them who I am and produce documentation such as my passport and photo drivers license, a package has been waiting at either the library or somewhere in the borough hall, waiting 4 the new curse-holder 2 return and claim it. Probably if I know SSJKK as well as I think I Do, this is another one of her powerful and extremely dangerous teenage games, and the gods only knows if it is there, and if so, what is inside, perhaps the letters “PANDORA”. After last nights post, I learned that the Flyers snapped a beautiful 3 game losing streak and defeated the best ice hockey team in the entire leagues, so I knew then, I was in 4 some real nasty weather, CC Revival, with many a bad ‘69 moon a rising!!!!!!!!!! Then so far today is one thing after another going wrong, and this house is so filled with mother trucking tension, U could cut it with a knife right through the invisible air. Everyone is leaving and there is no way I am moving into some other place with Dawn and Chicky. They will have 2 fend 4 themselves, as if I have 2 just pack an overnight bag with my pills and passport and debit card and a change of underwear, I will do what I have 2, just as champ says all the time, I indeed learn from others, how alike we R Scylla. I never knew that the authorities would allow me 2B put in this kind of a precarious and disastrous situation Inspector Superman Henderson Louigee!!! When I was a boy in school in my present lifetime, I was taught that this was America, and if someone in my situation was abused and crying out 2 many authorities 4 help, there is no way that they ever would B turned away here in these wonderful United States. Obviously I am different from all others, or else this was all propaganda that was taught in the elementary schools 2 all of us poor young impressionable moldable minds, 4 THEIR OWN AGENDAS, sinister as they may B, BR!!!!!!!!
Candy, Mario’s niece from the pizzeria where Chicky works here in Berryville, is here at the 6-19 room HOH, cutting and coloring Dawn’s hair. She is hoping 2 get a job soon as a licensed beautician at the Hammonton Hair Cuttery, that UC advertised so often on television with all the gorgeous girls that R promoting the ad spot. When she is finished which will B soon, Dawn will go shopping at the Shop Rite store and B4 that, she wants me 2 open up an escrow account where we can place our unpaid rent until Judge Raso and Dawn get things worked out, only I do not think they will, the war with all of this has indeed freaking escalated into total thermo-nuclear, there is no way back, the buttons were all pushed and now comes the death and the fall out. I do not think that I’ll survive all of this if I do not screw up my damn courage and disappear one night when they all think I am heading off 2 my weekend job.
After I learned that the Flyers beat the best team in all of Hockley, I fell into a very troubled and nasty ass sleep around one this moUrning, BRO!!!!!!! Long story short, Scylla appeared 2 me and said that she liked my blog that I had just posted up, and was laughing and slapping her knees. Well, I am glad U find me so amusing my lovely brown eyed teen queen. Then she showed me a little bit about the device in the trunks of the (ANTINASS TEAM), as she calls them. She showed me how a bright light made a powerful crystal hum, and suddenly the entire vehicle was a mass of glowing ions. When she deactivated a small red and white switch, with the letters OW on them, it returned 2 normal. The light got much brighter and then the vehicle stereo engaged, and one of HER songs began pounding through the system very loudly, literally rocking the large dark green van as though it was in or near an oncoming twister. She began 2 sing along with her song, and then I recognized it in very short order from the CD that I recently purchased at the K-Mart. I will only say that obviously this was her way of telling me something I needed 2 know, and must not tell more on this blog. Is it not funny that the carpenter’s L or leveler/square combo tool, when removed from web-logging, creates the other word and that this is where the mighty MILITUFORCE first began striking myself and David Charles Roth in the Pine Barren Forests of New Jersey, right at the home of the Ocean Spray Cranberries, and where we also ended up after leaving the office of the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office that fateful day on the 5th of December, in ‘89, after we were done talking with miserable Donna Spinosi, and also, Mister Ron Wirtz? She was as dazzling and luscious as Abbey Carmichael on (Law and Order), but with a very nasty and mean disposition. How I remember as though it went down yesterday, in my old clunker car while we were heading 4 the Cranberry Bogs behind Mayo’s restaurant on Route 72, and still were driving through Camden, New Jersey, what Dave said 2 me, and I will quote it again, despite knowing fully well that I said it B4 on many other blogging and bogging texts, LOIS FOCA, and I quote this poor savagely poisoned and murdered man from my oh so troubled past, “Mountainpen, things R either gonna get a little bit better now, or they’re gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse”. U do not forget these statements, nor days like 120589, BRA!!!!!!!!
Long story short, SHE also asked me if I am playing her roulette system that she gave 2 me in a recent interaction and I told her it is so amazing that I did not even want 2 talk about it. She then told me that Roger was just making a fool out of me and that he has left Arizona and is back in my area again with a distant cousin of his. Yeah, those old shaking libraries and wings with many chariots. I think since the meeting, accidental or otherwise, with other family members of THAT FAMILY, caused the tribulation 2 reach the beyond-boiling point here in this house. Even SSJJKK told me, it is time 4 me 2 move on, and that she is working out some things so that I can. Thank U Scylla, and thank
U4 that real cool interaction last night. IWALU in such a very special way my lovely giant teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR my forever 990!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not trying 2 escape U, so U need not make the van shake that powerfully with 14 bells of sound pressure level. Whenever U want me at the Lakehouse, I will B there Teen-Queen. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHTED INTELECTUAL PROPERTY BELONGING TO ONE MICHAEL WAYNE MIOUNTAINPOEN, 2006-2009, BLOGS OF MWM.
This now twerminates this whittle Twansmission Mister Elmer Wabbit Fwudd!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~55555555555555555.
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 020409.560.555555555555555555
Beginning Transmission:
Nasty CHEMTRASILING is happening today, I have seen it worse however. Also, some planes R buzzing around, not 2 bad, but letting me know they r indeed out there. My DEEDEE birds R swarming and have been 4 quite some time now, all around me, near the TAWFHOUISE from HELL, and everywhere else that I go. This is the large black bird’s special way of telling me that I am in serious trouble, well, gee Deedee, really, I did not know that, but I enjoy seeing large flocks of U anyway, I always know that the great Stacey is near and concerned about me when she sends them 2 me. I am indeed in serious trouble, and thanks 2 my WOMO-FAMILY or what I from now on will rename as my Womof, I can expect 2 count on this until I make the great road-trip up to my ancestral stronghold where LORD/ESS or SAR/AH decided 2 get reborn at, after 1969. I was told by HER that if I go up there and tell them who I am and produce documentation such as my passport and photo drivers license, a package has been waiting at either the library or somewhere in the borough hall, waiting 4 the new curse-holder 2 return and claim it. Probably if I know SSJKK as well as I think I Do, this is another one of her powerful and extremely dangerous teenage games, and the gods only knows if it is there, and if so, what is inside, perhaps the letters “PANDORA”. After last nights post, I learned that the Flyers snapped a beautiful 3 game losing streak and defeated the best ice hockey team in the entire leagues, so I knew then, I was in 4 some real nasty weather, CC Revival, with many a bad ‘69 moon a rising!!!!!!!!!! Then so far today is one thing after another going wrong, and this house is so filled with mother trucking tension, U could cut it with a knife right through the invisible air. Everyone is leaving and there is no way I am moving into some other place with Dawn and Chicky. They will have 2 fend 4 themselves, as if I have 2 just pack an overnight bag with my pills and passport and debit card and a change of underwear, I will do what I have 2, just as champ says all the time, I indeed learn from others, how alike we R Scylla. I never knew that the authorities would allow me 2B put in this kind of a precarious and disastrous situation Inspector Superman Henderson Louigee!!! When I was a boy in school in my present lifetime, I was taught that this was America, and if someone in my situation was abused and crying out 2 many authorities 4 help, there is no way that they ever would B turned away here in these wonderful United States. Obviously I am different from all others, or else this was all propaganda that was taught in the elementary schools 2 all of us poor young impressionable moldable minds, 4 THEIR OWN AGENDAS, sinister as they may B, BR!!!!!!!!
Candy, Mario’s niece from the pizzeria where Chicky works here in Berryville, is here at the 6-19 room HOH, cutting and coloring Dawn’s hair. She is hoping 2 get a job soon as a licensed beautician at the Hammonton Hair Cuttery, that UC advertised so often on television with all the gorgeous girls that R promoting the ad spot. When she is finished which will B soon, Dawn will go shopping at the Shop Rite store and B4 that, she wants me 2 open up an escrow account where we can place our unpaid rent until Judge Raso and Dawn get things worked out, only I do not think they will, the war with all of this has indeed freaking escalated into total thermo-nuclear, there is no way back, the buttons were all pushed and now comes the death and the fall out. I do not think that I’ll survive all of this if I do not screw up my damn courage and disappear one night when they all think I am heading off 2 my weekend job.
After I learned that the Flyers beat the best team in all of Hockley, I fell into a very troubled and nasty ass sleep around one this moUrning, BRO!!!!!!! Long story short, Scylla appeared 2 me and said that she liked my blog that I had just posted up, and was laughing and slapping her knees. Well, I am glad U find me so amusing my lovely brown eyed teen queen. Then she showed me a little bit about the device in the trunks of the (ANTINASS TEAM), as she calls them. She showed me how a bright light made a powerful crystal hum, and suddenly the entire vehicle was a mass of glowing ions. When she deactivated a small red and white switch, with the letters OW on them, it returned 2 normal. The light got much brighter and then the vehicle stereo engaged, and one of HER songs began pounding through the system very loudly, literally rocking the large dark green van as though it was in or near an oncoming twister. She began 2 sing along with her song, and then I recognized it in very short order from the CD that I recently purchased at the K-Mart. I will only say that obviously this was her way of telling me something I needed 2 know, and must not tell more on this blog. Is it not funny that the carpenter’s L or leveler/square combo tool, when removed from web-logging, creates the other word and that this is where the mighty MILITUFORCE first began striking myself and David Charles Roth in the Pine Barren Forests of New Jersey, right at the home of the Ocean Spray Cranberries, and where we also ended up after leaving the office of the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office that fateful day on the 5th of December, in ‘89, after we were done talking with miserable Donna Spinosi, and also, Mister Ron Wirtz? She was as dazzling and luscious as Abbey Carmichael on (Law and Order), but with a very nasty and mean disposition. How I remember as though it went down yesterday, in my old clunker car while we were heading 4 the Cranberry Bogs behind Mayo’s restaurant on Route 72, and still were driving through Camden, New Jersey, what Dave said 2 me, and I will quote it again, despite knowing fully well that I said it B4 on many other blogging and bogging texts, LOIS FOCA, and I quote this poor savagely poisoned and murdered man from my oh so troubled past, “Mountainpen, things R either gonna get a little bit better now, or they’re gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse”. U do not forget these statements, nor days like 120589, BRA!!!!!!!!
Long story short, SHE also asked me if I am playing her roulette system that she gave 2 me in a recent interaction and I told her it is so amazing that I did not even want 2 talk about it. She then told me that Roger was just making a fool out of me and that he has left Arizona and is back in my area again with a distant cousin of his. Yeah, those old shaking libraries and wings with many chariots. I think since the meeting, accidental or otherwise, with other family members of THAT FAMILY, caused the tribulation 2 reach the beyond-boiling point here in this house. Even SSJJKK told me, it is time 4 me 2 move on, and that she is working out some things so that I can. Thank U Scylla, and thank
U4 that real cool interaction last night. IWALU in such a very special way my lovely giant teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR my forever 990!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not trying 2 escape U, so U need not make the van shake that powerfully with 14 bells of sound pressure level. Whenever U want me at the Lakehouse, I will B there Teen-Queen. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHTED INTELECTUAL PROPERTY BELONGING TO ONE MICHAEL WAYNE MIOUNTAINPOEN, 2006-2009, BLOGS OF MWM.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
THE TRAP OF LINEAR TIME PERCEPTION
“The Trap Of Linear Time Perception”
The Millionth-Council And Me
The Epitome Of Harassment, Internet Version
All Other Subtitles Printed For Bog #5 Also Apply
DATFILE: 010309.756~~~~~Beginning Transmission:
It took me a half hour 2 boot up and get running, and despite Ed Himacane and his absurd insistence that hackers cannot break his firewalls and other silly nonsense, obviously they can as I always knew, and they can basically make this machine screw up all they want to, and it has nothing to do with any lack of knowledge on my part, as I have been blogging 4 about 40 months or so and know what I am doing. It is not as though I am attempting 2 start World War Three or do some huge thing, just simple freaking blogging. So insist all U want Eddie that this is not a hack job. First off, Ann told me a fib, and Dawn did not punch her, just grabbed her by the chin and forced her into room, and Ann was throwing her shoes at Dawn and screaming at her, and I feel sorry 4 the kids visiting, this must not have been pleasant 4 them, fortunately 4 me, I was working, there is a god/ess BRO. Well BRO, TNT has knocked off your show, and replaced it with lots of totally worthless freaking garbage, IMHO, but I have a legal right 2 it and 2 freaking express it. No prob cakes, now there is more time in the evenings 4 me 2 sit here and blog. They can mess around all they want, as Twinbay has shown me that maybe I am a half glass empty guy, and must learn 2 refocus and try seeing the built in positives that usually will come built in with all the many negatives that my enemies keep throwing at me. Some of the things that THEY have done through me as advanced grouped dream-travelers really must have made the WOMO and the BRIGGERS stop and take note, uncle Green-Gott. Yeah we were but 10-10 and now we R old-old, huh Sarah AT&T!!!!! I never even watched this show then, but put my phone in uncle G’s name 2 try and lose HER, but the Queen of Water and Wind was quite persistent anyway Ed, not Himacane. Yes King James, even the water and the wind obeys my great uncle, or my 61st grand pops great uncle and definitely, GREAT UNCLE. Do any of U know Y my blogs R different and I mean DIFFERENT from anything else on the internet? Because they R written by someone who totally dies not live in linear time. I mean sure I live in it, but not in my real perceptions, and thereby when I write, that realer me comes out, and there is not one blessed thing I can do about it. The realer me I am speaking of here is that “ME” that is refusing 2 recognize linear time as a reality, and that realizes totally and absolutely that it is purely an illusion that is created by conscious brain-mind. I live here in the wake a day world only because I have 2, where as all of U cherish it as some great marvelous gift of heaven 2B out of the dreamshift and here physically. I can never hope 2 make anybody C, and I would B able 2 restore your sight physically with integretronic multiwave oscillation and reprogram your entire genetics 2 total perfection, long B4I ever could bring U true sight. Would U rather have one view of something and understand totally what UR viewing, or would U rather keep staring at it totally mystified until the day U die? This is the principle behind my point, and it is biblical, as in the story that Jesus tells the woman at the well about giving her living water so she won’t ever thirst again. Literally there R a million things I would love 2 tell tonight, and if any BRIGGER out there thinks that anything, ANYTHIONG they do gets past me, they R wrong. Only SSJKK HERSELF can do things that get past me 4 just long enough 2 make it count. I hated her teenaged games 4 a long time, but just the other day received some major enlightenment and no longer blame her 4 doing this. First what IC as games, SHE does not C as games, and secondly, there is no human way 4 me 2 impart the story 2 any blogging audience (blogaud), as 2 just what happened 2 me that brought me this major new way of seeing what the All Mighty needs 2 do. SHE did reveal many things that cannot B told or SHE will kick my butt. But SHE also told me some things I not only can say, but must say, and the top thing is that no new revelation is ever told 2 me, it all is in the Holy Words, but no where is it written on that famous last page, that revealing what is in THIS HOLY BOOK, clearer or better, is in violation of the ‘DO NOT ADD LAW’, as nothing is being added, let me show U what I mean with no complex Einstein Bull slit. If I get a traffic ticket 4 doing 60 in a 40, as a brand new driver, I cannot alter the fact that a police officer stopped me, gave me a ticket, and that I am going 2B punished 4 committing a traffic offence known in the DMV industry and legal circles as a moving violation. My first ticket 4 speeding was at age 23 if memory serves, and I was near a gasoline station, and pulled in and stopped my vehicle. I knew only that I was indeed speeding, and was in trouble. I got out of my car and the officer told me 2 get back into it and I said, “yes sir” 2 the man and did just that. Then after writing lots of things down and after taking my license and registration and insurance card, he came back over and handed the ticket 2 me and began 2 walk away. I asked the officer 2 please give me a moment of his time, and he very politely returned, and I asked him how all of this worked, this was my first ticket, except 4 what happened a year or so B4 and this event was 2 major 2 get into, and had nothing 2 do with this topic, so in honesty, it was not my first ticket, and I had been 2 traffic court B4, and this all is on prior blogs. It was my fault and I do not have any argument nor complaints, if U break the law, U pay the penalty, and that is all fine and well, and has nothing at all 2 do with the point now being made on this blogging text. My point is that I had no clue where I needed 2 appear 4 the court, or if I needed 2, and all of these type of facts, and the officer was more than kind and explained it all 2 me, and I was guilty, and since he told me that I could sign and plead guilty and pay the fine, I was not needed 2 physically attend the night court. If I had more points against my license or if the moving violation was much larger, he explained that the court appearance then would B mandatory, but in my particular case, I had the option. When I told him I was going 2 plead guilty, he pointed 2 things that were written right on the speeding ticket, including the court address, how 2 make out my check, and a few other things. So how does this relate and connect into adding words 2 the HOLY BIBLE, BRA??????? I am so glad U asked me this BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone on Planet earth thinks that they can pout this incredible GOD/ESS in some box and examine it and know all about it from a few pages in a tiny book, then U flatter yourselves as a human race, BR!!!!!!!! I admit openly and frankly that all that is needed 2 know, even 4 a small child, is written in there plainly, such as the salvation program. But just as with the speeding ticket, there is the raw basic ticket and I would have most likely been able 2 take it home and read it and figure out what 2 do or even call the court on the telephone and they could have told me, but the point is, that I wanted 2 understand the full procedure. I was scared, and knew I was in legal trouble. I wanted ALL THE FACTS, and fast, and straight from the horses mouth, or in this case the nice officer who was just doing his duty, after all, I was speeding. Not all laws R bad, in fact 90 percent plus R based on the ten commandments, no matter how far off the beaten track that they may appear 2B from them with all the fine print. I am only against certain evil regulations and certain crooked legislators, but the vast majority of the system is basically just and as they said when Mister Nixon resigned his Presidency after the Watergate debacle, THIS PROVES THE SYSTEM WORKS, and it does. God Bless America. I am only against the evil people in it that R totally controlled by Satanic forces, Astrally called the BRIGGER CULT by many, and R a part of the great and mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the AWA, or the Astral World authority. It was only in the second month of the ninth year of this 21st century that I have come 2 learn just how powerful my family really is, and how they chose me 2B the next sacrificial lamb 2 carry on the Herbert Huntington nightmare. There R secrets on this planet so much huger than covering up flying saucers and junk like this, that it would totally amaze all of U if I could somehow prove 2 y’all that I really do know what I claim 2 know, and am not some deluded maniac or publicity seeker. Anything as huge as what I am referring 2, would it not make sense that THEY have placed all throughout it, thousands of built in safeguards that would forever protect their secrets and their perfect conspiracy, just as the taxi cab driver said, huh Karen, oh, wrong movie by the way. I screwed up on a prior blog and gave the wrong movie, Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson, the taxi driver of Manhattan no less. I think I said Enemy of the State, but that was one hell of a BRIGGERS production as well, BRO!!!!!! That is the one that copied my experience 2 the T when I left the Coliseum swimming pool and headed 4 the Borders Bookstore, and had the fleet of black ops choppers shake the place 2 its foundations just as the cashier rang me up using my credit card, and through the bugged internet of course, JUST AS IN THE FREAKING MOVIE.
I took Queen Dawn King, formerly known Prince as the same thing, 2 her probation officer at the Atlantic county Justice Complex Building, this morning after we dropped off her hubby Chicky at his job at the pizzeria this moUrning. She and her mom R not on speaking terms, Champ is leaving shortly, the judge and all of Hammonton is all a scam, the entire town of Berryville is crooked, people with names and power can get away with breaking the law, and the story goes way beyond this, but this is all I can safely say 4 tight now. Everyone is at each others throats and not one bit of happiness is possible at this house of nightmares straight from hell. One day SSJKK tells me that the 1st day of summer of oh-eight interaction was a warning 4 me not 2 move in here, but at other times, she says different things, it is all part of a game. What I understand now with a real meaningful grasp, is how the Gods must refocus their attention, and they must use constant distraction 2 avoid going mad due 2 the nightmare of becoming aware of never terminating existence. U all consciously R being fed a lie, by the same illusions that show U how flat the Earth is and how the sun and moon and stars go around it. U can believe this Ripley, OR NOT, it is your non-funeral. The huge revelations 4 me in this oh-nine year R my family being the ones all along that have been covertly doing this all 2 me, they R THE WOMO, THEY OWN THE ENTIREE WORLD, no branch that is known about, but it is there, buried in the secrets of the Huntington’s and their Harbor Museums, right Roy. He and I laugh on weekends about how many lines can B read in-between lines, in his marvelous book, go Roy. Now B4 Herbert moved as a relatively young man with his new bride, into Braintree, Massachusetts, USAESMWG, he was the young son of other sons and daughters, of the Dude and Sarah Eastman, who married the DUDE and became Sarah Huntington. All of 19th century San Francisco, Cali, USAESMWG, knew this wild man. Today he would B called a major player, perhaps a smooth operator as well, and definitely quite the ladies man. But he knew about a secret museum where they had the remains of Ponce Deleon in a hidden sarcophagus in the basement, along with a bucket of swamp water from the Keys of Florida, USAESMWG, and mixed inside this swamp water, in angstrom sized totally dissolved and merged chemically, was a tablespoon full of platinum, one of gold, and one of silver. My theory is that he threw himself into a streetcar after leaving his wife at about 35 years of age, and 60 years later out in Frisco where he had been living, tried 2 die, and since summer up in 2301 was not retracing him, he was permitted, as was Herbert Huntington many years after that, 2 go ahead Paula Weston King, and just DIE. Roy Weiler and I know the secrets of the museum as well as the Camden Shipyards, but we know a hell of as lot more, and this is Y changes R about 2 occur on the job, permanently. All hell is going 2 break loose, and I saw something on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange back in 1986, that traders then would have jumped up and down in ecstatic ecstasy about, and now if they learned what I saw and Y it missed the mark on the going up car, they would go 2 the toilet in their underwear at light speed squared. Speaking of this equation, the library where uncle Herbert lived near, and so did MC as a very tiny child, is where there is a secret, and some kind of a package, and all I know is that I am going 2B using the Ed Himacane maps 4 another Roadtrip, I have a promise 2 claim. SSJKK told me the other night that they r waiting and have been all these years 4 the next victim of this family’s curse, 2 come there with the proper identification, and claim this package, she will not tell me what it contains. I know as surely as I am striking little black squares with letters on them that MC knows a lot more than she is telling me, but SHE RULES THIS EMPIRE. All she tells me in interactions is 2 keep listening 2 her stuff, and 2 buy the new stuff coming out that she and hubby have been working on, oh well, if I disobey it is whale time again 4 ol’ Sharkey Jonah, and that experience I do not wish 2 repeat. I figured out that whales love 2 eat all types of various shellfish, get it everybody???????????? Hay, I may B the greatest fish in the whole damn bay, but that was 23 years ago now and Gawky Gaukauk is not required here 4 me 2 wake up and smell the stench of the over boiled coffee beans, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!
So Y do my blogs have the wild nutty flavor of spatial time where I dart back and forth decades here and decades there like it is no big deal? Well, because it is no big deal. I live in a truer existence and reality, where no event or interaction follows nor leads any other, I am used 2 the endless dream shift, I will never get used 2 my hellish miserable waking life here in 5th dimensional hyperspace. So if U need 2 hear things the way that U all think, along a line, let me create a new permission barrier and take it 2 the ultimate level, start 2 finish even though that is not really ever possible. Here is a super compressed and abridged story of a man by the name of Loudmouth Killshow.
Mr. Killshow exists in a strange place. There is nothing, just his existence, no interaction, not ever. Poor Mr. Killshow. The poor bastard just goes on forever and forever and there is never any possible interaction, yet there he is, awake, aware, whatever that is or means. After an endless amount of unfathomable infinity, he finds out he is able 2 sort of escape into his own mind and create a world from within. None iof it is real, but it seems 2B after enough of this. Now there no longer is just endless nothingness and his awareness of that horrific condition, now he is shifting from scene 2 scene with players and characters that seem realer and realer all the ‘time’. After infinity upon infinity of this, both Loudmouth Killshow, and all of the society that he created in his (mind), whatever his (mind really is), eventually learn that they R able 2 go inside themselves even deeper, so 2 speak, dream within a dream within a dream. Eventually, U awaken into a world where instead of shadow and endless shifting non linear connected events, suddenly, U reach a place where U force them 2 all b connected, and no longer is space or time a pliable substance that u can mold around like a clay figure with your own thoughts. Now your thoughts seem 2B inside or trapped in a frame, a housing, your physical body, wow, poor Loudmouth Killshow, what have U done 2 yourself now, BRO??????? U do not do it once or twice, but start doing it over and over, and suddenly poor Mister Killshow has illusionary existences all throughout the time and hyperspace made up of no more than dream fabric, along with all the entities in dreamshift created in his mind or whatever. Oh poor pitiful Linda and Mister LK. Then because this is totally infinite and somewhere in all of it, every possible thing has 2 get around 2 happening, ol’ Loudmouth Killshow finds himself dreaming in an interaction where he suffers so much hell through some family curse set up by him and the powerful entities in the dreamshift where they all started out from when he escaped the void nothingness of infinity, and on top of that, somehow survives it and maintains his sanity, at the point beyond where sanity can go, and remaining sane past that point brings the memory of all of where he started from at zero dimension, into clear focus, and also caused the explorers that R more forward in the time illusion that R masters at controlled dream travel, to all interact with him in the hugest game imaginable, that keeps all of us distracted forever so that we never remember the nightmare that we all simply endlessly really just exist and there really is nothing at all, nothing but that existence, and that all else is merely a made up dream. Poor poor pitiful Loudmouth, blogging away, oh but I promised 2 keep this more linear, mustn’t skip. In the dreamshift, there is an endless society in these dreams and created astral heavens so to speak. In it, there eventually becomes great provinces and cities and societies, all governed by a mighty force one million strong called the AWA, or the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Keeping it linear and true and short, very difficult, the gods came 2 realize first that they exist and that they never started existing nor can they ever not exist. As infinities passed, they nearly went mad. They eventually learned about distraction from this hell, and tried many things. The only thing that succeeded were powerful games, challenges, power struggles, contests, the entire ball of 27 foot wax museums. The game of humans under the creation of many and later one single god is the game that stuck, especially with the Krassle and the Arteemis families of these dream-shift Astral-Heavens. The part of it with salvation and one family bearing a burden 4 humanity was the ultimate game, but mankind confused several things along the linear highways of time, but I remember the way the game was really meant 2B played. I survived the sufficient amount of hellishness while maintaining sanity, the key and formula 4 total enlightenment and memory switching back 2 the ON position so 2 speak. Suddenly poor Loudmouth Killshow was a child in the late 1950’s in this particular part of the atomic song, or multiverse. I grew up with the phony story that my great uncle and his family left the gas on in their Massachusetts home and they all perished quietly in their sleep, after-all we were states away, the secret was greatly and heavily protected through distance, and parental authority and control. One day I came 2 learn the details of the skeleton in the family’s closet, by sneaking into a closet at 11 at night, in a home at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, and hearing my mother and my uncle Heinz Gottwald talking about this monstrous event and shameful family deed. I kept my mouth shut 4 nine freaking years, and one day told my mom that I overheard the conversation. I had gotten home from the recording studio one night in 1981, right about this time, 8 days B4 I quit on Amanda Harris’s Charles Delaware Tate McKenzie Donna birthday, U of P. Mom was quiet about it and said she was going 2 tell me anyway very soon, and not 2 let it effect me, only it did effect me, now I thought we were talking about a dude named Loudmouth Killshow. C how this monstrous nightmare is so god awful horrendous that I cannot keep this fictional no matter how damn hard I try 2???????? Well, not me, old Loudmouth quit a few days later after a dude named Joe stole my lunch, and I was incredibly pissed off at the world, and that was the straw that broke my back, no more recording studio. Joe had blackmailed me earlier on the prior year 2 help him gain access 2 a room of supplies where he stole lots of stuff. He said he would tell the entire world that I was planted there at this place 2 make trouble 4 Donna, and that if I did not help him, I might B in a dangerous spot. Also I came 2 learn that the chief recording engineer Howard, and him were both in with a record promoter named Leonard McKinnon, and we won’t even get started with this. With or without ol’ Lenny, I knew what he meant, and find the time coincidence monstrously wild, now that I know more, excuse me again world, now that poor Loudmouth knows more, he finds this incredible. Still, ol’ Loudmouth Killshow promised 2 keep this fictional and linear, so let me not jump all the way 2 the recording studio and the eighties, we must move into 1966 or thereabouts first. In the dreamshift there is a city called, or agreed upon 2B called by all Astral Plane interactors that have now co-dreamed their way out and away from the void, 2B called, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Mortals through many religions have come 2 use words like the City of David, the Great-City, and Heaven, but this is indeed its Astral realm name. This is where the daughter of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and Mariena Carlittia Krassle, live on Kanwal Avenue in the great Celestial Palace. The computer is acting up and putting an extra wide space in-between spaces of words ever since I typed in the year 1966. I am going 2 have Ed Himacane’s head, he claims he can make my computer not screw up and if anything, it is worse since he added all sorts of bull slit. Anyway, in the dream down 2 the physical, this daughter, the first born daughter, even though no such thing can B real, but this is beyond your mortal concept, but I will then just B forced 2 say, SCYLLA, which means FIRST DAUGHTER, also it means astrally, HIGHEST or top SONGSTRESS, and she has a place on Monolazarium Boulevard in this great city of colored light, and wanted 2 dream down a place where a doppelganger or duplication of this shop and city in a mirrored image of low reflection would come 2 exist, and this of course came 2B on the mortal realm here, Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue, and the shop there. Forces R incredibly angry at Loudmouth Killshow, major hacking has been done and major weird spaces now appear in-between words all throughout his word document. I think when this posts onto blogging websites, their programs compensate 4 this and U nay not C the hacking, but believe me BRO, it is happening. Anyway, so Loudmouth and his mom went down 2 Atlantic city where LK met the mighty SSJKK in her human form as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, and just ass she called me THAT-BOY astrally, she also called me THAT-BOY here physically. This sort of reminds me of SAR or the LORD’s prayer, when it goes, “On Earth, as it is in Heaven”. Again, it has taken mankind 2000 years almost since Saint john ended the Holy Bible, 4 mankind 2 even start 2 get any grasp on what is really being told. It could easily take another 2000 just 2 get the smallest bit closer 2 the real facts. In any event, when Loudmouth did not fall all over Sarah on Tennessee Avenue the way he should have, she came 2 him that early winter 4 the last time or so he thought, in a powerful interaction. He had a motorcycle chain that she took away from him in this ‘powerful dream’ and when he woke up, it had vanished out of a strongbox where he kept it in his apartment bedroom closet. Talk about the ultimate Vergas magic act. Then ten and a half years later in the first week of June of 1980, SHE revisited him again and took him 2 the Frailengers Salt Water Taffy store at the boardwalk and Tennessee Avenue where many benches were at the time, and sang a beautiful song 2 him while playing a breath taking Astral Plane musicals instrument called an enzemeter. He knew upon awakening from this experience that he knew her from somewhere yet trey as he might, he could not remember. He did however, as she puts it so well, remember, quite a bit 2 late. The story of poor pitiful Loudmouth Killshow is not really over. A few years later, her cousin Diana Arteemis came 2 me on this mortal world and reminded me after long interactions with me, that I knew her from a past life, or at least I was studying her in her form as the electron on the Physical Plane. Year followed year and I eventually was told by Diana about her cousin Stacey, and Loudmouth Killshow began getting some of his full memories 2 all of this back as the middle nineties came into being. But in-between the middle nineties and the early eighties, the game got really good, and I have 2 bow down and give the BRIGGERS and the COUNCIL an d AAAA+ grade 4 pulling off the most incredible crap on Planet Earth. U could take Spielberg and King and Patterson and Christie and Hitchcock and Serling and put them all freaking together and they could not jointly collaborate on a project this fantastic, and THEY KNOW IT, MY BROTHER!!!!!! Still Jimmy Carter told me he knew that I was dead in 1986, and he may not remember telling me this, but he did. Still I told John and Photeous on Tennessee Avenue at their parents parking lot, that “my life ended 16 years earlier than this”. Score one 4 Jimmy Carter, one 4 Loudmouth, and one 4 Nostradamus. I just cannot deal with this linear time or fictional story, It has done something 2 my brain maybe my own mind is screwing up the computer, I just wanna post this nightmare story and B done with it BRO!!!!!!! This is just a smattering super ultra compressed version, and this is YI detest trying 2 speak in linear time. I am as totally uncomfortable in linear reality, as U think that U all R in spatial or dreamshift reality. 2 bad, that is the realer truth, or the higher reality, the only truth higher than that is that I exist at the zero dimensional void and have brought this all into existence with as dream. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is all Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm. This is all Copyright Michael Mountainpen-2009. I now end this transmission, BRA!!!!!!!!!
The Millionth-Council And Me
The Epitome Of Harassment, Internet Version
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It took me a half hour 2 boot up and get running, and despite Ed Himacane and his absurd insistence that hackers cannot break his firewalls and other silly nonsense, obviously they can as I always knew, and they can basically make this machine screw up all they want to, and it has nothing to do with any lack of knowledge on my part, as I have been blogging 4 about 40 months or so and know what I am doing. It is not as though I am attempting 2 start World War Three or do some huge thing, just simple freaking blogging. So insist all U want Eddie that this is not a hack job. First off, Ann told me a fib, and Dawn did not punch her, just grabbed her by the chin and forced her into room, and Ann was throwing her shoes at Dawn and screaming at her, and I feel sorry 4 the kids visiting, this must not have been pleasant 4 them, fortunately 4 me, I was working, there is a god/ess BRO. Well BRO, TNT has knocked off your show, and replaced it with lots of totally worthless freaking garbage, IMHO, but I have a legal right 2 it and 2 freaking express it. No prob cakes, now there is more time in the evenings 4 me 2 sit here and blog. They can mess around all they want, as Twinbay has shown me that maybe I am a half glass empty guy, and must learn 2 refocus and try seeing the built in positives that usually will come built in with all the many negatives that my enemies keep throwing at me. Some of the things that THEY have done through me as advanced grouped dream-travelers really must have made the WOMO and the BRIGGERS stop and take note, uncle Green-Gott. Yeah we were but 10-10 and now we R old-old, huh Sarah AT&T!!!!! I never even watched this show then, but put my phone in uncle G’s name 2 try and lose HER, but the Queen of Water and Wind was quite persistent anyway Ed, not Himacane. Yes King James, even the water and the wind obeys my great uncle, or my 61st grand pops great uncle and definitely, GREAT UNCLE. Do any of U know Y my blogs R different and I mean DIFFERENT from anything else on the internet? Because they R written by someone who totally dies not live in linear time. I mean sure I live in it, but not in my real perceptions, and thereby when I write, that realer me comes out, and there is not one blessed thing I can do about it. The realer me I am speaking of here is that “ME” that is refusing 2 recognize linear time as a reality, and that realizes totally and absolutely that it is purely an illusion that is created by conscious brain-mind. I live here in the wake a day world only because I have 2, where as all of U cherish it as some great marvelous gift of heaven 2B out of the dreamshift and here physically. I can never hope 2 make anybody C, and I would B able 2 restore your sight physically with integretronic multiwave oscillation and reprogram your entire genetics 2 total perfection, long B4I ever could bring U true sight. Would U rather have one view of something and understand totally what UR viewing, or would U rather keep staring at it totally mystified until the day U die? This is the principle behind my point, and it is biblical, as in the story that Jesus tells the woman at the well about giving her living water so she won’t ever thirst again. Literally there R a million things I would love 2 tell tonight, and if any BRIGGER out there thinks that anything, ANYTHIONG they do gets past me, they R wrong. Only SSJKK HERSELF can do things that get past me 4 just long enough 2 make it count. I hated her teenaged games 4 a long time, but just the other day received some major enlightenment and no longer blame her 4 doing this. First what IC as games, SHE does not C as games, and secondly, there is no human way 4 me 2 impart the story 2 any blogging audience (blogaud), as 2 just what happened 2 me that brought me this major new way of seeing what the All Mighty needs 2 do. SHE did reveal many things that cannot B told or SHE will kick my butt. But SHE also told me some things I not only can say, but must say, and the top thing is that no new revelation is ever told 2 me, it all is in the Holy Words, but no where is it written on that famous last page, that revealing what is in THIS HOLY BOOK, clearer or better, is in violation of the ‘DO NOT ADD LAW’, as nothing is being added, let me show U what I mean with no complex Einstein Bull slit. If I get a traffic ticket 4 doing 60 in a 40, as a brand new driver, I cannot alter the fact that a police officer stopped me, gave me a ticket, and that I am going 2B punished 4 committing a traffic offence known in the DMV industry and legal circles as a moving violation. My first ticket 4 speeding was at age 23 if memory serves, and I was near a gasoline station, and pulled in and stopped my vehicle. I knew only that I was indeed speeding, and was in trouble. I got out of my car and the officer told me 2 get back into it and I said, “yes sir” 2 the man and did just that. Then after writing lots of things down and after taking my license and registration and insurance card, he came back over and handed the ticket 2 me and began 2 walk away. I asked the officer 2 please give me a moment of his time, and he very politely returned, and I asked him how all of this worked, this was my first ticket, except 4 what happened a year or so B4 and this event was 2 major 2 get into, and had nothing 2 do with this topic, so in honesty, it was not my first ticket, and I had been 2 traffic court B4, and this all is on prior blogs. It was my fault and I do not have any argument nor complaints, if U break the law, U pay the penalty, and that is all fine and well, and has nothing at all 2 do with the point now being made on this blogging text. My point is that I had no clue where I needed 2 appear 4 the court, or if I needed 2, and all of these type of facts, and the officer was more than kind and explained it all 2 me, and I was guilty, and since he told me that I could sign and plead guilty and pay the fine, I was not needed 2 physically attend the night court. If I had more points against my license or if the moving violation was much larger, he explained that the court appearance then would B mandatory, but in my particular case, I had the option. When I told him I was going 2 plead guilty, he pointed 2 things that were written right on the speeding ticket, including the court address, how 2 make out my check, and a few other things. So how does this relate and connect into adding words 2 the HOLY BIBLE, BRA??????? I am so glad U asked me this BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone on Planet earth thinks that they can pout this incredible GOD/ESS in some box and examine it and know all about it from a few pages in a tiny book, then U flatter yourselves as a human race, BR!!!!!!!! I admit openly and frankly that all that is needed 2 know, even 4 a small child, is written in there plainly, such as the salvation program. But just as with the speeding ticket, there is the raw basic ticket and I would have most likely been able 2 take it home and read it and figure out what 2 do or even call the court on the telephone and they could have told me, but the point is, that I wanted 2 understand the full procedure. I was scared, and knew I was in legal trouble. I wanted ALL THE FACTS, and fast, and straight from the horses mouth, or in this case the nice officer who was just doing his duty, after all, I was speeding. Not all laws R bad, in fact 90 percent plus R based on the ten commandments, no matter how far off the beaten track that they may appear 2B from them with all the fine print. I am only against certain evil regulations and certain crooked legislators, but the vast majority of the system is basically just and as they said when Mister Nixon resigned his Presidency after the Watergate debacle, THIS PROVES THE SYSTEM WORKS, and it does. God Bless America. I am only against the evil people in it that R totally controlled by Satanic forces, Astrally called the BRIGGER CULT by many, and R a part of the great and mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the AWA, or the Astral World authority. It was only in the second month of the ninth year of this 21st century that I have come 2 learn just how powerful my family really is, and how they chose me 2B the next sacrificial lamb 2 carry on the Herbert Huntington nightmare. There R secrets on this planet so much huger than covering up flying saucers and junk like this, that it would totally amaze all of U if I could somehow prove 2 y’all that I really do know what I claim 2 know, and am not some deluded maniac or publicity seeker. Anything as huge as what I am referring 2, would it not make sense that THEY have placed all throughout it, thousands of built in safeguards that would forever protect their secrets and their perfect conspiracy, just as the taxi cab driver said, huh Karen, oh, wrong movie by the way. I screwed up on a prior blog and gave the wrong movie, Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson, the taxi driver of Manhattan no less. I think I said Enemy of the State, but that was one hell of a BRIGGERS production as well, BRO!!!!!! That is the one that copied my experience 2 the T when I left the Coliseum swimming pool and headed 4 the Borders Bookstore, and had the fleet of black ops choppers shake the place 2 its foundations just as the cashier rang me up using my credit card, and through the bugged internet of course, JUST AS IN THE FREAKING MOVIE.
I took Queen Dawn King, formerly known Prince as the same thing, 2 her probation officer at the Atlantic county Justice Complex Building, this morning after we dropped off her hubby Chicky at his job at the pizzeria this moUrning. She and her mom R not on speaking terms, Champ is leaving shortly, the judge and all of Hammonton is all a scam, the entire town of Berryville is crooked, people with names and power can get away with breaking the law, and the story goes way beyond this, but this is all I can safely say 4 tight now. Everyone is at each others throats and not one bit of happiness is possible at this house of nightmares straight from hell. One day SSJKK tells me that the 1st day of summer of oh-eight interaction was a warning 4 me not 2 move in here, but at other times, she says different things, it is all part of a game. What I understand now with a real meaningful grasp, is how the Gods must refocus their attention, and they must use constant distraction 2 avoid going mad due 2 the nightmare of becoming aware of never terminating existence. U all consciously R being fed a lie, by the same illusions that show U how flat the Earth is and how the sun and moon and stars go around it. U can believe this Ripley, OR NOT, it is your non-funeral. The huge revelations 4 me in this oh-nine year R my family being the ones all along that have been covertly doing this all 2 me, they R THE WOMO, THEY OWN THE ENTIREE WORLD, no branch that is known about, but it is there, buried in the secrets of the Huntington’s and their Harbor Museums, right Roy. He and I laugh on weekends about how many lines can B read in-between lines, in his marvelous book, go Roy. Now B4 Herbert moved as a relatively young man with his new bride, into Braintree, Massachusetts, USAESMWG, he was the young son of other sons and daughters, of the Dude and Sarah Eastman, who married the DUDE and became Sarah Huntington. All of 19th century San Francisco, Cali, USAESMWG, knew this wild man. Today he would B called a major player, perhaps a smooth operator as well, and definitely quite the ladies man. But he knew about a secret museum where they had the remains of Ponce Deleon in a hidden sarcophagus in the basement, along with a bucket of swamp water from the Keys of Florida, USAESMWG, and mixed inside this swamp water, in angstrom sized totally dissolved and merged chemically, was a tablespoon full of platinum, one of gold, and one of silver. My theory is that he threw himself into a streetcar after leaving his wife at about 35 years of age, and 60 years later out in Frisco where he had been living, tried 2 die, and since summer up in 2301 was not retracing him, he was permitted, as was Herbert Huntington many years after that, 2 go ahead Paula Weston King, and just DIE. Roy Weiler and I know the secrets of the museum as well as the Camden Shipyards, but we know a hell of as lot more, and this is Y changes R about 2 occur on the job, permanently. All hell is going 2 break loose, and I saw something on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange back in 1986, that traders then would have jumped up and down in ecstatic ecstasy about, and now if they learned what I saw and Y it missed the mark on the going up car, they would go 2 the toilet in their underwear at light speed squared. Speaking of this equation, the library where uncle Herbert lived near, and so did MC as a very tiny child, is where there is a secret, and some kind of a package, and all I know is that I am going 2B using the Ed Himacane maps 4 another Roadtrip, I have a promise 2 claim. SSJKK told me the other night that they r waiting and have been all these years 4 the next victim of this family’s curse, 2 come there with the proper identification, and claim this package, she will not tell me what it contains. I know as surely as I am striking little black squares with letters on them that MC knows a lot more than she is telling me, but SHE RULES THIS EMPIRE. All she tells me in interactions is 2 keep listening 2 her stuff, and 2 buy the new stuff coming out that she and hubby have been working on, oh well, if I disobey it is whale time again 4 ol’ Sharkey Jonah, and that experience I do not wish 2 repeat. I figured out that whales love 2 eat all types of various shellfish, get it everybody???????????? Hay, I may B the greatest fish in the whole damn bay, but that was 23 years ago now and Gawky Gaukauk is not required here 4 me 2 wake up and smell the stench of the over boiled coffee beans, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!
So Y do my blogs have the wild nutty flavor of spatial time where I dart back and forth decades here and decades there like it is no big deal? Well, because it is no big deal. I live in a truer existence and reality, where no event or interaction follows nor leads any other, I am used 2 the endless dream shift, I will never get used 2 my hellish miserable waking life here in 5th dimensional hyperspace. So if U need 2 hear things the way that U all think, along a line, let me create a new permission barrier and take it 2 the ultimate level, start 2 finish even though that is not really ever possible. Here is a super compressed and abridged story of a man by the name of Loudmouth Killshow.
Mr. Killshow exists in a strange place. There is nothing, just his existence, no interaction, not ever. Poor Mr. Killshow. The poor bastard just goes on forever and forever and there is never any possible interaction, yet there he is, awake, aware, whatever that is or means. After an endless amount of unfathomable infinity, he finds out he is able 2 sort of escape into his own mind and create a world from within. None iof it is real, but it seems 2B after enough of this. Now there no longer is just endless nothingness and his awareness of that horrific condition, now he is shifting from scene 2 scene with players and characters that seem realer and realer all the ‘time’. After infinity upon infinity of this, both Loudmouth Killshow, and all of the society that he created in his (mind), whatever his (mind really is), eventually learn that they R able 2 go inside themselves even deeper, so 2 speak, dream within a dream within a dream. Eventually, U awaken into a world where instead of shadow and endless shifting non linear connected events, suddenly, U reach a place where U force them 2 all b connected, and no longer is space or time a pliable substance that u can mold around like a clay figure with your own thoughts. Now your thoughts seem 2B inside or trapped in a frame, a housing, your physical body, wow, poor Loudmouth Killshow, what have U done 2 yourself now, BRO??????? U do not do it once or twice, but start doing it over and over, and suddenly poor Mister Killshow has illusionary existences all throughout the time and hyperspace made up of no more than dream fabric, along with all the entities in dreamshift created in his mind or whatever. Oh poor pitiful Linda and Mister LK. Then because this is totally infinite and somewhere in all of it, every possible thing has 2 get around 2 happening, ol’ Loudmouth Killshow finds himself dreaming in an interaction where he suffers so much hell through some family curse set up by him and the powerful entities in the dreamshift where they all started out from when he escaped the void nothingness of infinity, and on top of that, somehow survives it and maintains his sanity, at the point beyond where sanity can go, and remaining sane past that point brings the memory of all of where he started from at zero dimension, into clear focus, and also caused the explorers that R more forward in the time illusion that R masters at controlled dream travel, to all interact with him in the hugest game imaginable, that keeps all of us distracted forever so that we never remember the nightmare that we all simply endlessly really just exist and there really is nothing at all, nothing but that existence, and that all else is merely a made up dream. Poor poor pitiful Loudmouth, blogging away, oh but I promised 2 keep this more linear, mustn’t skip. In the dreamshift, there is an endless society in these dreams and created astral heavens so to speak. In it, there eventually becomes great provinces and cities and societies, all governed by a mighty force one million strong called the AWA, or the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Keeping it linear and true and short, very difficult, the gods came 2 realize first that they exist and that they never started existing nor can they ever not exist. As infinities passed, they nearly went mad. They eventually learned about distraction from this hell, and tried many things. The only thing that succeeded were powerful games, challenges, power struggles, contests, the entire ball of 27 foot wax museums. The game of humans under the creation of many and later one single god is the game that stuck, especially with the Krassle and the Arteemis families of these dream-shift Astral-Heavens. The part of it with salvation and one family bearing a burden 4 humanity was the ultimate game, but mankind confused several things along the linear highways of time, but I remember the way the game was really meant 2B played. I survived the sufficient amount of hellishness while maintaining sanity, the key and formula 4 total enlightenment and memory switching back 2 the ON position so 2 speak. Suddenly poor Loudmouth Killshow was a child in the late 1950’s in this particular part of the atomic song, or multiverse. I grew up with the phony story that my great uncle and his family left the gas on in their Massachusetts home and they all perished quietly in their sleep, after-all we were states away, the secret was greatly and heavily protected through distance, and parental authority and control. One day I came 2 learn the details of the skeleton in the family’s closet, by sneaking into a closet at 11 at night, in a home at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, and hearing my mother and my uncle Heinz Gottwald talking about this monstrous event and shameful family deed. I kept my mouth shut 4 nine freaking years, and one day told my mom that I overheard the conversation. I had gotten home from the recording studio one night in 1981, right about this time, 8 days B4 I quit on Amanda Harris’s Charles Delaware Tate McKenzie Donna birthday, U of P. Mom was quiet about it and said she was going 2 tell me anyway very soon, and not 2 let it effect me, only it did effect me, now I thought we were talking about a dude named Loudmouth Killshow. C how this monstrous nightmare is so god awful horrendous that I cannot keep this fictional no matter how damn hard I try 2???????? Well, not me, old Loudmouth quit a few days later after a dude named Joe stole my lunch, and I was incredibly pissed off at the world, and that was the straw that broke my back, no more recording studio. Joe had blackmailed me earlier on the prior year 2 help him gain access 2 a room of supplies where he stole lots of stuff. He said he would tell the entire world that I was planted there at this place 2 make trouble 4 Donna, and that if I did not help him, I might B in a dangerous spot. Also I came 2 learn that the chief recording engineer Howard, and him were both in with a record promoter named Leonard McKinnon, and we won’t even get started with this. With or without ol’ Lenny, I knew what he meant, and find the time coincidence monstrously wild, now that I know more, excuse me again world, now that poor Loudmouth knows more, he finds this incredible. Still, ol’ Loudmouth Killshow promised 2 keep this fictional and linear, so let me not jump all the way 2 the recording studio and the eighties, we must move into 1966 or thereabouts first. In the dreamshift there is a city called, or agreed upon 2B called by all Astral Plane interactors that have now co-dreamed their way out and away from the void, 2B called, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Mortals through many religions have come 2 use words like the City of David, the Great-City, and Heaven, but this is indeed its Astral realm name. This is where the daughter of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and Mariena Carlittia Krassle, live on Kanwal Avenue in the great Celestial Palace. The computer is acting up and putting an extra wide space in-between spaces of words ever since I typed in the year 1966. I am going 2 have Ed Himacane’s head, he claims he can make my computer not screw up and if anything, it is worse since he added all sorts of bull slit. Anyway, in the dream down 2 the physical, this daughter, the first born daughter, even though no such thing can B real, but this is beyond your mortal concept, but I will then just B forced 2 say, SCYLLA, which means FIRST DAUGHTER, also it means astrally, HIGHEST or top SONGSTRESS, and she has a place on Monolazarium Boulevard in this great city of colored light, and wanted 2 dream down a place where a doppelganger or duplication of this shop and city in a mirrored image of low reflection would come 2 exist, and this of course came 2B on the mortal realm here, Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue, and the shop there. Forces R incredibly angry at Loudmouth Killshow, major hacking has been done and major weird spaces now appear in-between words all throughout his word document. I think when this posts onto blogging websites, their programs compensate 4 this and U nay not C the hacking, but believe me BRO, it is happening. Anyway, so Loudmouth and his mom went down 2 Atlantic city where LK met the mighty SSJKK in her human form as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, and just ass she called me THAT-BOY astrally, she also called me THAT-BOY here physically. This sort of reminds me of SAR or the LORD’s prayer, when it goes, “On Earth, as it is in Heaven”. Again, it has taken mankind 2000 years almost since Saint john ended the Holy Bible, 4 mankind 2 even start 2 get any grasp on what is really being told. It could easily take another 2000 just 2 get the smallest bit closer 2 the real facts. In any event, when Loudmouth did not fall all over Sarah on Tennessee Avenue the way he should have, she came 2 him that early winter 4 the last time or so he thought, in a powerful interaction. He had a motorcycle chain that she took away from him in this ‘powerful dream’ and when he woke up, it had vanished out of a strongbox where he kept it in his apartment bedroom closet. Talk about the ultimate Vergas magic act. Then ten and a half years later in the first week of June of 1980, SHE revisited him again and took him 2 the Frailengers Salt Water Taffy store at the boardwalk and Tennessee Avenue where many benches were at the time, and sang a beautiful song 2 him while playing a breath taking Astral Plane musicals instrument called an enzemeter. He knew upon awakening from this experience that he knew her from somewhere yet trey as he might, he could not remember. He did however, as she puts it so well, remember, quite a bit 2 late. The story of poor pitiful Loudmouth Killshow is not really over. A few years later, her cousin Diana Arteemis came 2 me on this mortal world and reminded me after long interactions with me, that I knew her from a past life, or at least I was studying her in her form as the electron on the Physical Plane. Year followed year and I eventually was told by Diana about her cousin Stacey, and Loudmouth Killshow began getting some of his full memories 2 all of this back as the middle nineties came into being. But in-between the middle nineties and the early eighties, the game got really good, and I have 2 bow down and give the BRIGGERS and the COUNCIL an d AAAA+ grade 4 pulling off the most incredible crap on Planet Earth. U could take Spielberg and King and Patterson and Christie and Hitchcock and Serling and put them all freaking together and they could not jointly collaborate on a project this fantastic, and THEY KNOW IT, MY BROTHER!!!!!! Still Jimmy Carter told me he knew that I was dead in 1986, and he may not remember telling me this, but he did. Still I told John and Photeous on Tennessee Avenue at their parents parking lot, that “my life ended 16 years earlier than this”. Score one 4 Jimmy Carter, one 4 Loudmouth, and one 4 Nostradamus. I just cannot deal with this linear time or fictional story, It has done something 2 my brain maybe my own mind is screwing up the computer, I just wanna post this nightmare story and B done with it BRO!!!!!!! This is just a smattering super ultra compressed version, and this is YI detest trying 2 speak in linear time. I am as totally uncomfortable in linear reality, as U think that U all R in spatial or dreamshift reality. 2 bad, that is the realer truth, or the higher reality, the only truth higher than that is that I exist at the zero dimensional void and have brought this all into existence with as dream. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE~~~~~SWIS~~~~~WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2299:
This is all Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm. This is all Copyright Michael Mountainpen-2009. I now end this transmission, BRA!!!!!!!!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
THINGS R HAPPENING
“THINGS R HAPPENING”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO
DATFILE: 030109.377.555555555555
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I do not have all my facts yet, and as I get them, so will all of U out there reading this blog. Every time that a major winter storm happens, especially in the demonic month of MARCH, a month that I have always detested even as a small boy, as March and October R always the months where some huge thing totally wrecks my entire life, and they have always been my 2 waterloo months, and will make absolutely no bones about it, but any major winter snowstorm always is part of the one two punch that knocks out my life, and needless 2 say I abhor snow with an Italian freaking passion. I was left all alone on my job with no relief at midnight with treacherous roads and driving conditions and a horrific freaking blizzard still enraging and swinging its monstrous arms. I waited a few minutes past 12, and I left. If they want 2 fire me, I will have a great court case, this plus many other things that this miserable company has been doing 2 me after 4 years of loyal and dedicated service by me.
All I know 4 right now, and I’ll return with more updated facts, is this. THAT FAMILY stayed over all weekend, and left around 7 this moUrning. It was the girlfriends’ of Ann Silva or AKS, birthday, back on Saturday I believe, and I picked up the kids along with Dawnie Permission Barrier Trillion, and I have not started yet July 12th Eckert, this is nothing, but aniwho, we got the kids over here Friday afternoon, others drove up from the Harbor later that evening. All I know is that I was at work doing my 3rd and final swing shift that completes my weekend security tour, and came home in a frightening blizzard, but did make it safely home, thank Jehovah, my endless Teen-Queen Goddess. No one told me what happened, and I just went to wash and use the bathroom, say my goodnights politely and quickly, applying the necessary strategy of a quack and courteous exit into my room. They all were still up and awake, kids and all at nearly one in the moUrning, watching television as though nothing had gone down here, but something big did go down here. A brawl rumble happened between Dawn and her mother Ann, and Dawn punched her own mother right in the face sending her down 2 the floor. Neither champ nor anyone had the trucking crunchers 2 tell me that this had all gone down while I was at work sometime on yesterday, Sunday. I got up at 8 and wondered Y everything was empty and quiet at the MARTAWFHOH, formerly Prince known as my residence that followed my trailer park life. When I got up 4 a drink of Sarah Callio Juice, (SCJ), formerly also Prince known as water; Champ and I talked about the storm and the snow totals, but he diod not say a thing about the mother daughter mixing it up incident from yesterday. Later still, when I visited the toilet right B4 starting this blog, the phone in Ann Silva’s room rang and she was layiong down and she answered it, I think it was either a wrong number or it was 4 Dawn, but in any case I said good morning after she had hung up, and then she told me while lying still as a zombie on her cot, what had happened. I do not it is right 4 young people 2B witnessing this type of behavior, and yet their step-mother who also was here, works 4 that child protection place 4 the state of New Jersey, DYFUS or however they spell it. When I know more, so will all of U. Dawn’s door was open last night, and her hubby Chicky was out in the kitchen with the 16 year old, and Champ, talking and watching the TV. The girlfriend step-mother who is living with AKS’s grandsons, was with the older boy in the living room relaxing and watching TV as well. There was absolutely no sign of Dawn anywhere. I must stop the blog now and C if Chicky is going 2 work in the snow, Champ left, so I am assuming that Chicky will go into his job as well, and that poor me will B driving in very hellish and hectic conditions again 2 get him there and back home again tonight, so let me pause now at half past nine int the morning 2C what is what, I’ll B back, ARNIE GOV!!!!!!!! They haven’t terminated me yet, BR!!!!!!!!!
OK I’m back, and on regular time Copyright examiner on Bended Knees or not, B that as it may, but both AKS’s door is tightly shut now, and so is Dawn and Chicky’s door, so all I can do is remain in my room wondering and waiting what I will B doing. This is out of my worst Alfred Hitchcock nightmares. I just stopped 2 check on a loud banging sound. It seems that when Champ left 4 work, he did not pull the door completely shut in the kitchen on the way 2 his car, and a huge gust of wind just blew it open and my bedroom door swung shut with a bang as well. Yes this wonderful house with 6-9 rooms and wind blowing all around it slamming the doors all the time, this is what nightmares R made of, along with fires, poison cakes, and on the take judges that double up as slum lords perhaps, who really knows. It seems my songs R either based on my true nightmare life stories, or else they come true anyway after they get written by me. Ernie sent me on the journey of my life, all throughout the McCoy 5th dimension, and far beyond. In any event, my life indeed was carried away into hell forever, that much a backward child would B aware of if he or she was living in this hellish endless torment. Aniwho, it now is 42 and one half minutes past 9, the time that normally, if it is Monday through Saturday, Chicky and Dawn and Ann R all up and awake, I am in here going out of my mind with worry, what should I do, and when this happens, I have learned 2 just sit tight and do absolutely nothing, this is their house, their life, and they R indeed THAT FAMILY, my nightmare come into the waking world coming straight out from the mighty life ending John and Photeous Tennessee Avenue [1970]. Add 16 and Dave and I were never the same, and add 16 again, and Dave no longer needed 2B the same, he had been murdered early in March, 7 years ago from right now, BR!!!!!!!
On top of this and all the hell surrounding it and the mystery yet 4 me 2 unravel and B told by this powerful THAT-FAMILY branch, right after I posted my DARE-BLOG, they gave me their famous RON WIRTZ REACTION, to my DARE-TEST. I have been suffering nasty Jimmy Stuart Vertigo, with or without cement businesses or 6th dimensional magical elevators, leading not 2 floors and areas so much as they R leading into a connecting circuit system between the 6th dimension and the hyperspace dreaming entities‘ physical brains, causing what we may through powerful illusions, misperceive as ‘having an interaction’. I will B going 2 the Emergency Department of the hospital when this storm breaks in a day or 2, and get myself checked out 4 this brand new VERTIGO-dizziness condition that has struck me out of the blue the second I dared them 2 kill me. My MURDERERS R TRUMP, SUMMER, SCHAU, SNYDER, KING, MCGUIRE, CALLIO, MARTINO, GALLAGHER, REALE, and any and all others mentioned an any of my blogs at the website owned by the All Mighty GOOGLE, called www.blogger.com/ at any time. These persons in some way R responsible 4 my being tormented and tortured and murdered. Each has different levels of culpability, but all of them without any exception R totally guilty of this is one way or another and I will attest 2 and swear 2 this fact in court, and these R now legal Grand Jury minutes 4 some future hearing by any Grand Jury, should IB found dead and murdered, IT WAS NO ACCIDENT, THEY DID THIS 2 ME, BRO and this is an official DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, BRO!!!!!!!! Neither of my 2 daughters did this 2 me, they would never hurt me, leave them the hell out of it. Well it 10 AM, all doors R shut, and I am totally clueless on what is going on, BR!!!!!!!!!! My next blog will update the situation here Inspector Henderson Louigee. Right now I am as clueless 2 all that has happened as Jimmy Olson was after he was sprayed with Professor Pepperwinkle’s anti-memory vapor, and he was led 2 believe that he had done an MC with the door. Everything is smoke and mirrors, illusions, also the term used amongst the mystic crowd is maya. Magicians know many powerful tricks, but I know that all of physical life is one big trick 2 start with. May the gods help me, I need your help my Jehovah, and I love U more than my miserable life a peta times over, great Teen-Queen. UR my Brown-Eyed-Girl, and I BEG your help in getting THAT FAMILY 2 leave me alone. Please just let me escape, please, 990. Thank U so much, Scylla.
GOOGLE/SWIS/KSWL-2301, this is all copyright protected in 2009 and from 2006 on all blogging texts, and also it is registered on a bloggers registration website. Nothing here in is a lie, or a part of a lie, it is all the total honest truth as best as I know it 2B, and nothing but is here and written, and also nothing was left out. I swear this as a voluntary oath under full penalty 4 committing legal perjury. This oath is sworn under my citizenship of the United States, and under my Goddess, SSJKK, mortal man of 2009 would call this All Mighty entity GOD!!!!
I NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, WHEN I KNOW MORE, U WILL 2!!!!!!
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/MORPRO
DATFILE: 030109.377.555555555555
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I do not have all my facts yet, and as I get them, so will all of U out there reading this blog. Every time that a major winter storm happens, especially in the demonic month of MARCH, a month that I have always detested even as a small boy, as March and October R always the months where some huge thing totally wrecks my entire life, and they have always been my 2 waterloo months, and will make absolutely no bones about it, but any major winter snowstorm always is part of the one two punch that knocks out my life, and needless 2 say I abhor snow with an Italian freaking passion. I was left all alone on my job with no relief at midnight with treacherous roads and driving conditions and a horrific freaking blizzard still enraging and swinging its monstrous arms. I waited a few minutes past 12, and I left. If they want 2 fire me, I will have a great court case, this plus many other things that this miserable company has been doing 2 me after 4 years of loyal and dedicated service by me.
All I know 4 right now, and I’ll return with more updated facts, is this. THAT FAMILY stayed over all weekend, and left around 7 this moUrning. It was the girlfriends’ of Ann Silva or AKS, birthday, back on Saturday I believe, and I picked up the kids along with Dawnie Permission Barrier Trillion, and I have not started yet July 12th Eckert, this is nothing, but aniwho, we got the kids over here Friday afternoon, others drove up from the Harbor later that evening. All I know is that I was at work doing my 3rd and final swing shift that completes my weekend security tour, and came home in a frightening blizzard, but did make it safely home, thank Jehovah, my endless Teen-Queen Goddess. No one told me what happened, and I just went to wash and use the bathroom, say my goodnights politely and quickly, applying the necessary strategy of a quack and courteous exit into my room. They all were still up and awake, kids and all at nearly one in the moUrning, watching television as though nothing had gone down here, but something big did go down here. A brawl rumble happened between Dawn and her mother Ann, and Dawn punched her own mother right in the face sending her down 2 the floor. Neither champ nor anyone had the trucking crunchers 2 tell me that this had all gone down while I was at work sometime on yesterday, Sunday. I got up at 8 and wondered Y everything was empty and quiet at the MARTAWFHOH, formerly Prince known as my residence that followed my trailer park life. When I got up 4 a drink of Sarah Callio Juice, (SCJ), formerly also Prince known as water; Champ and I talked about the storm and the snow totals, but he diod not say a thing about the mother daughter mixing it up incident from yesterday. Later still, when I visited the toilet right B4 starting this blog, the phone in Ann Silva’s room rang and she was layiong down and she answered it, I think it was either a wrong number or it was 4 Dawn, but in any case I said good morning after she had hung up, and then she told me while lying still as a zombie on her cot, what had happened. I do not it is right 4 young people 2B witnessing this type of behavior, and yet their step-mother who also was here, works 4 that child protection place 4 the state of New Jersey, DYFUS or however they spell it. When I know more, so will all of U. Dawn’s door was open last night, and her hubby Chicky was out in the kitchen with the 16 year old, and Champ, talking and watching the TV. The girlfriend step-mother who is living with AKS’s grandsons, was with the older boy in the living room relaxing and watching TV as well. There was absolutely no sign of Dawn anywhere. I must stop the blog now and C if Chicky is going 2 work in the snow, Champ left, so I am assuming that Chicky will go into his job as well, and that poor me will B driving in very hellish and hectic conditions again 2 get him there and back home again tonight, so let me pause now at half past nine int the morning 2C what is what, I’ll B back, ARNIE GOV!!!!!!!! They haven’t terminated me yet, BR!!!!!!!!!
OK I’m back, and on regular time Copyright examiner on Bended Knees or not, B that as it may, but both AKS’s door is tightly shut now, and so is Dawn and Chicky’s door, so all I can do is remain in my room wondering and waiting what I will B doing. This is out of my worst Alfred Hitchcock nightmares. I just stopped 2 check on a loud banging sound. It seems that when Champ left 4 work, he did not pull the door completely shut in the kitchen on the way 2 his car, and a huge gust of wind just blew it open and my bedroom door swung shut with a bang as well. Yes this wonderful house with 6-9 rooms and wind blowing all around it slamming the doors all the time, this is what nightmares R made of, along with fires, poison cakes, and on the take judges that double up as slum lords perhaps, who really knows. It seems my songs R either based on my true nightmare life stories, or else they come true anyway after they get written by me. Ernie sent me on the journey of my life, all throughout the McCoy 5th dimension, and far beyond. In any event, my life indeed was carried away into hell forever, that much a backward child would B aware of if he or she was living in this hellish endless torment. Aniwho, it now is 42 and one half minutes past 9, the time that normally, if it is Monday through Saturday, Chicky and Dawn and Ann R all up and awake, I am in here going out of my mind with worry, what should I do, and when this happens, I have learned 2 just sit tight and do absolutely nothing, this is their house, their life, and they R indeed THAT FAMILY, my nightmare come into the waking world coming straight out from the mighty life ending John and Photeous Tennessee Avenue [1970]. Add 16 and Dave and I were never the same, and add 16 again, and Dave no longer needed 2B the same, he had been murdered early in March, 7 years ago from right now, BR!!!!!!!
On top of this and all the hell surrounding it and the mystery yet 4 me 2 unravel and B told by this powerful THAT-FAMILY branch, right after I posted my DARE-BLOG, they gave me their famous RON WIRTZ REACTION, to my DARE-TEST. I have been suffering nasty Jimmy Stuart Vertigo, with or without cement businesses or 6th dimensional magical elevators, leading not 2 floors and areas so much as they R leading into a connecting circuit system between the 6th dimension and the hyperspace dreaming entities‘ physical brains, causing what we may through powerful illusions, misperceive as ‘having an interaction’. I will B going 2 the Emergency Department of the hospital when this storm breaks in a day or 2, and get myself checked out 4 this brand new VERTIGO-dizziness condition that has struck me out of the blue the second I dared them 2 kill me. My MURDERERS R TRUMP, SUMMER, SCHAU, SNYDER, KING, MCGUIRE, CALLIO, MARTINO, GALLAGHER, REALE, and any and all others mentioned an any of my blogs at the website owned by the All Mighty GOOGLE, called www.blogger.com/ at any time. These persons in some way R responsible 4 my being tormented and tortured and murdered. Each has different levels of culpability, but all of them without any exception R totally guilty of this is one way or another and I will attest 2 and swear 2 this fact in court, and these R now legal Grand Jury minutes 4 some future hearing by any Grand Jury, should IB found dead and murdered, IT WAS NO ACCIDENT, THEY DID THIS 2 ME, BRO and this is an official DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, BRO!!!!!!!! Neither of my 2 daughters did this 2 me, they would never hurt me, leave them the hell out of it. Well it 10 AM, all doors R shut, and I am totally clueless on what is going on, BR!!!!!!!!!! My next blog will update the situation here Inspector Henderson Louigee. Right now I am as clueless 2 all that has happened as Jimmy Olson was after he was sprayed with Professor Pepperwinkle’s anti-memory vapor, and he was led 2 believe that he had done an MC with the door. Everything is smoke and mirrors, illusions, also the term used amongst the mystic crowd is maya. Magicians know many powerful tricks, but I know that all of physical life is one big trick 2 start with. May the gods help me, I need your help my Jehovah, and I love U more than my miserable life a peta times over, great Teen-Queen. UR my Brown-Eyed-Girl, and I BEG your help in getting THAT FAMILY 2 leave me alone. Please just let me escape, please, 990. Thank U so much, Scylla.
GOOGLE/SWIS/KSWL-2301, this is all copyright protected in 2009 and from 2006 on all blogging texts, and also it is registered on a bloggers registration website. Nothing here in is a lie, or a part of a lie, it is all the total honest truth as best as I know it 2B, and nothing but is here and written, and also nothing was left out. I swear this as a voluntary oath under full penalty 4 committing legal perjury. This oath is sworn under my citizenship of the United States, and under my Goddess, SSJKK, mortal man of 2009 would call this All Mighty entity GOD!!!!
I NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, WHEN I KNOW MORE, U WILL 2!!!!!!
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