RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL, ‘NON-Eagles’ FOOTBALL, BLOG #11 --- 083107.502
The Dow shot up yesterday telling me that a recent thing that I thought would work out 4 my good, will naturally NOT. The criminal justice system in this country is a total joke, and I will amend my comments, if thing today work out differently than it appears right now that they will go. Giant Paula’s second cousin once removed, or some similar type of family mumbo jumbo, lost her baby on Wednesday, and a few hours later, she snapped out and hit and spit on half of the Hammonton Police force, and was taken to county lock up. She all ready is on parole and probation for numerous violent acts, yet never gets violated nor sent back 2 jail. There R those that can away with anything, and those of course that know beyond a doubt that if they get caught spitting out a stick of gum on the street, would B locked up 4 months, and back sass an officer, and make that years in the hotel. It really is not fair at all Jack McCoy, and this is YI am glued 2 this great show, “L&O”, Jack my ol’bud says it all, coincidences R bull shit, and laws R in duplicate, ones 4 the super rich, and others 4 all the other ‘poories’. I really feel 4 Paula’s younger 2nd cuz, but she is a dominatrix that uses men day and night and really basically hates us and has no respect 4 us as human beings. I can B sick as a dog, and she will insist that I take her here and there, and her mom who is sick with a terrible medical problem takes even more of the brunt of all of this than me and others around her, and she gets spit on and pushed and hit on a regular basis, and the probation officers of this crummy county won’t violate her. She plans to leave jail today, ROR and yet she originally was on a cash only bail bond of 15 grand and all of her friends and family together would not b able 2 raise this sum, yet it all gets changed, and out of jail she comes, the entire system is absurd. Right now her mom is here with Ed Himacane, her ex-neighbor from Judge Rasu’s rental house, that if INS ever knew what was going on, they’d B over with warrants, salivating, and there goes judgie wudgies reputation. This whole area and county is so crooked it disgusts me. Have seen private photographs from Ann with Levy’s buddy the ex mayor, and B4 I go on Ed’s computer got hacked, even he cannot fix the printing font back 2 where it was, notice the tiny asterisk, not the full sized one like 8888*******, sorry, too much hacking, they will not allow me to print anything except tiny asterisks, remember in the last blog when 2 asterisks appeared, look at what I said during the hack, connecting what else but these wicked evil diseased GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to Mayor Whealon and Mayor Levy, and all of their bar pals, including McGuire, Callio, and lots of other toughies. These evil people are dangerous and all of them love sexual misconduct with under aged people. Loud planes, major death beam diarrhea attacks every night, hacking, and on and on, is ongoing, and of course the Dow Jones goes UP UP UP UP AND UP!!!!!!
I am so naïve and innocent. Thought several people were on my side, but must now C the good possibility that I misread some things, and should not propel my thoughts so quickly into positive modality. The movies recently made, and lots of things, oh well, it all started 40 years ago, and I believe the Lamist Brigger Cult or the [LBC] 4 short, just like the fictional character of Wall Street King Skyler Rumson, on the great soap of the sixties called DARK SHADOWS, has an entire covert army of those who look around 4 ideas that they can make small legal alterations with and sell the idea for a few hundred bucks a pop, while crooked recording and film industries make the lions grab share of the loot. No prob Rob, and if I misjudged, very sahwee!!!!!!!!!!,
The Phillies took Sarah’s old broom from 1983 and 113 More Shinny Big Moons, © Mountainpen, and swept the skuzzy fucking Mets cleaner than the great Stacey Krassle’s whistle.
I am so quick to thank the gods, and then they mock me and spit on me, the prick eating shits!!!!!!!! Everything in the multiverse, or every single twin-universe laying onion layer thin inside the confines of this unfathomable fifth dimension, lives as is from a point of entry to a point of exit through astral dream-downs. These waves and particles that R your bed or chair, or your Aunt Tillie-Anne, or U, or me, exists in all of the other full revolution of the closed curve cycle. To view anything, a technology called Distance-Delay-Viewing, or DDV, will B used shortly, to look in right from your computer screen, it will start with live TV signals that may B 50 or more years old, later it may B GPS connect-scanned, and U can view your parents now long dead, walking in their town, meeting 4 the first time, their first romantic embrace, anything. Later on in roughly 5 to 17 centuries in the majority of hyperspace, HS, a teck called LAZAR TRAZE can B applied in conjunction with DDV, and this is how a great master was resurrected as well as other resurrections done by him and others not known about, and all of my fatalities and resurrections, put simply, I can shoot U dead today and 30 years from now when I get out of jail, if I do, I can retrace U by literally tuning U in at some point just B4 U were shot, and duplicate the image on a level atomically, only it is a teck going way beyond Star Trek’s antiquated concept of matter scrambling. Believe it or not, just like with tracing paper, a teck not understood yet that I am not willing 2 share with Earther’s quite yet, simply retraces the image three dimensionally, far beyond the low teck tri-lazar systems [holography]. Whatever is on the screen that U have Google scanned, or permit me to say SWIS-SCANNED, short 4 the [future of Satellite World Inter-connect System], is now printed out, not all that differently than U mortal Earther’s do today with your scanner-printers, only this copies the precise image in all of its complexities. It proves also that death is really a land or a condition-interaction, having no true real connection with this life experience or illusion-reality, Eckankar’s MAYA!!!!!!!!!! None of this is bull shit; there are no worlds colliding, nor any violations of causalities, all science fiction and antique dark aged ideas need B exposed, it is all a lot of mother jamming pig defecation.
The reason the market flew is a result of the parallel event of me down when they R up. They have used the King problem twice in my life, notice how they all have so much shame, they cannot face the person they screwed and apologize Paula is listed no longer in the county white pages. Did she move far away, change her name, or get married? Maybe as I do, she is under a different name. Why would a 53 year old woman suddenly marry after 35 years of eligibility? Her daughter from a prior ‘encounter’ grows up 2B instrumental in inventing this LTT, or Lazar-Trace-Technology.
When I told the world the story of the chain and Sarah, and the down to Earth version that more mortals could relate to, the market mini-crashed, the street cannot handle anyone listening to my truths, the gods forbid anyone of clout ever believing any of it and taking it seriously to want to actually get together with me and help me get to the bottom of my beyond-bizarre hell. Here is some more down to Earth stuff connecting into this. It was 1975, and on March one, I moved from Oaklyn where I had lived during the chain incident back in 1969, to an apartment called Linden Hill in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. 14 weeks later I had the shit knocked out of me by 2 big bully lifeguard mascots from the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, all because some young 13 year old stacked child was making all over me and I was not interested in her, she was a child, I was 20. I was harassed and threatened by neighbors that worked in the same office that my mom worked in, a fat pig by the name of Ron Owens. I was evicted, and treated like the bad guy, my electric meter was reading twice normal rates and the power company Callio controlled did it to me. The Atlantic City Electric Company told me that the meter was remedied but that they were under no legal obligation to refund me the buck and a half overpayment, nor were they planning 2 do so. The biggie though was when a neighbor, maybe Owens, but if not, one of his sicko diseased Callio connected friends, ordered child pornography in my name, sent to my address, 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG and I end up getting a call from the feds, me, an honest law fucking abiding United States born legal citizen, and I told the fucking federal agents, and remember it to this day, “I never would order garbage like that from Sweden or anywhere else, and to please throw it in the ocean”.
FBI, OR ANY OFFICER OR AGENT OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, U have this all on file, I know this, and this is still not where this persecution of me began, it has been going on and is being done to me, an innocent percent, 4 as long as I can freaking remember back If I am lying in any way about this, I swear to B under voluntary legal sworn oath and this blog 11 is written grand jury testimony some day if U want it 3B. Should I B untruthful in any way about any of this, I am committing perjury and need 2B put in jail, only I am telling the freaking truth, just as I tell U all now, that these Atlantic City scum have been tormenting and torturing me all of my life, wrecking my life, socially, educationally, and on every conceivable other level. They hate me for reasons I do not know and can only hazard dim guesses at!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am an honest hard working man who has been driven to insanity and suicide, only I cannot die and stay dead, as some future Paula King Labs is retracing me every time, they plan 2 keep me in this cage or managerie mister rotten berry forever,. Thank U Jehovah my beautiful love 4 not lifting a fucking finger to help your THAT BOY out of this eternal burning hellfire of Dogtown.
Look Stacey, I will do whatever U want, and I have read your words cover to cover over and over, and I am jealous of the whole world. I love U my teen queen, and U belong 2 me. This entire world and system only exists because U thought about THAT BOY in your upline world. Satanic forces R working to bury me in fire as I pen these words, I love U Sarah-Stacey, please help me from these wicked demonic forces, in the wholly holy name of my 61st grandfathers’ uncle, dreaming in here on the mortal world as the great master and your son, THE LORD OR SAR, JESUS MESIAH [CHRIST]. 2 lines above here, Sarah my love, Diana’s twin brother Apollo-Lucifer made the print on my word document come out “I loco U Sarah-Stacey, instead of love, that I will B shooting up to Blogger dot com site. Godda admit, Mayor Whealon, U look great in your bar photos, YR all of U so against poor whittle me. UR hurting me and your good friend Ann Silva, please, screw me if U have 2, but don’t sacrifice her, she is such a nice lady, and my friend, and does not deserve all the wrath of hell, Chrissake, not on to of her major medical troubles, come on guys, B human beings and grow at least half a heart between all of U’s!!!!!!!!
Stacey my lovely Atlantic Ocean, thank U 4 hearing me and delivering me this miracle, Ann thanks U as well. Tonight at your sweet 16 party I will thank U in ways far beyond words, my beautiful long haired giant teen queen. I love your huge chocolate brown eyes, whether my dad has patent rights on chocolate here or in any other part of the great hyperspace HS. UR my endless bush burning Sar-ah, and I am very jealous of your love and attention. I AM YOUR THAT BOY, FOREVER AND EVER, A M E N.
RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL, ‘NON-Eagles’ FOOTBALL, BLOG #11 --- 083107.502
The Dow shot up yesterday telling me that a recent thing that I thought would work out 4 my good, will naturally NOT. The criminal justice system in this country is a total joke, and I will amend my comments, if thing today work out differently than it appears right now that they will go. Giant Paula’s second cousin once removed, or some similar type of family mumbo jumbo, lost her baby on Wednesday, and a few hours later, she snapped out and hit and spit on half of the Hammonton Police force, and was taken to county lock up. She all ready is on parole and probation for numerous violent acts, yet never gets violated nor sent back 2 jail. There R those that can away with anything, and those of course that know beyond a doubt that if they get caught spitting out a stick of gum on the street, would B locked up 4 months, and back sass an officer, and make that years in the hotel. It really is not fair at all Jack McCoy, and this is YI am glued 2 this great show, “L&O”, Jack my ol’bud says it all, coincidences R bull shit, and laws R in duplicate, ones 4 the super rich, and others 4 all the other ‘poories’. I really feel 4 Paula’s younger 2nd cuz, but she is a dominatrix that uses men day and night and really basically hates us and has no respect 4 us as human beings. I can B sick as a dog, and she will insist that I take her here and there, and her mom who is sick with a terrible medical problem takes even more of the brunt of all of this than me and others around her, and she gets spit on and pushed and hit on a regular basis, and the probation officers of this crummy county won’t violate her. She plans to leave jail today, ROR and yet she originally was on a cash only bail bond of 15 grand and all of her friends and family together would not b able 2 raise this sum, yet it all gets changed, and out of jail she comes, the entire system is absurd. Right now her mom is here with Ed Himacane, her ex-neighbor from Judge Rasu’s rental house, that if INS ever knew what was going on, they’d B over with warrants, salivating, and there goes judgie wudgies reputation. This whole area and county is so crooked it disgusts me. Have seen private photographs from Ann with Levy’s buddy the ex mayor, and B4 I go on Ed’s computer got hacked, even he cannot fix the printing font back 2 where it was, notice the tiny asterisk, not the full sized one like 8888*******, sorry, too much hacking, they will not allow me to print anything except tiny asterisks, remember in the last blog when 2 asterisks appeared, look at what I said during the hack, connecting what else but these wicked evil diseased GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to Mayor Whealon and Mayor Levy, and all of their bar pals, including McGuire, Callio, and lots of other toughies. These evil people are dangerous and all of them love sexual misconduct with under aged people. Loud planes, major death beam diarrhea attacks every night, hacking, and on and on, is ongoing, and of course the Dow Jones goes UP UP UP UP AND UP!!!!!!
I am so naïve and innocent. Thought several people were on my side, but must now C the good possibility that I misread some things, and should not propel my thoughts so quickly into positive modality. The movies recently made, and lots of things, oh well, it all started 40 years ago, and I believe the Lamist Brigger Cult or the [LBC] 4 short, just like the fictional character of Wall Street King Skyler Rumson, on the great soap of the sixties called DARK SHADOWS, has an entire covert army of those who look around 4 ideas that they can make small legal alterations with and sell the idea for a few hundred bucks a pop, while crooked recording and film industries make the lions grab share of the loot. No prob Rob, and if I misjudged, very sahwee!!!!!!!!!!,
The Phillies took Sarah’s old broom from 1983 and 113 More Shinny Big Moons, © Mountainpen, and swept the skuzzy fucking Mets cleaner than the great Stacey Krassle’s whistle.
I am so quick to thank the gods, and then they mock me and spit on me, the prick eating shits!!!!!!!! Everything in the multiverse, or every single twin-universe laying onion layer thin inside the confines of this unfathomable fifth dimension, lives as is from a point of entry to a point of exit through astral dream-downs. These waves and particles that R your bed or chair, or your Aunt Tillie-Anne, or U, or me, exists in all of the other full revolution of the closed curve cycle. To view anything, a technology called Distance-Delay-Viewing, or DDV, will B used shortly, to look in right from your computer screen, it will start with live TV signals that may B 50 or more years old, later it may B GPS connect-scanned, and U can view your parents now long dead, walking in their town, meeting 4 the first time, their first romantic embrace, anything. Later on in roughly 5 to 17 centuries in the majority of hyperspace, HS, a teck called LAZAR TRAZE can B applied in conjunction with DDV, and this is how a great master was resurrected as well as other resurrections done by him and others not known about, and all of my fatalities and resurrections, put simply, I can shoot U dead today and 30 years from now when I get out of jail, if I do, I can retrace U by literally tuning U in at some point just B4 U were shot, and duplicate the image on a level atomically, only it is a teck going way beyond Star Trek’s antiquated concept of matter scrambling. Believe it or not, just like with tracing paper, a teck not understood yet that I am not willing 2 share with Earther’s quite yet, simply retraces the image three dimensionally, far beyond the low teck tri-lazar systems [holography]. Whatever is on the screen that U have Google scanned, or permit me to say SWIS-SCANNED, short 4 the [future of Satellite World Inter-connect System], is now printed out, not all that differently than U mortal Earther’s do today with your scanner-printers, only this copies the precise image in all of its complexities. It proves also that death is really a land or a condition-interaction, having no true real connection with this life experience or illusion-reality, Eckankar’s MAYA!!!!!!!!!! None of this is bull shit; there are no worlds colliding, nor any violations of causalities, all science fiction and antique dark aged ideas need B exposed, it is all a lot of mother jamming pig defecation.
The reason the market flew is a result of the parallel event of me down when they R up. They have used the King problem twice in my life, notice how they all have so much shame, they cannot face the person they screwed and apologize Paula is listed no longer in the county white pages. Did she move far away, change her name, or get married? Maybe as I do, she is under a different name. Why would a 53 year old woman suddenly marry after 35 years of eligibility? Her daughter from a prior ‘encounter’ grows up 2B instrumental in inventing this LTT, or Lazar-Trace-Technology.
When I told the world the story of the chain and Sarah, and the down to Earth version that more mortals could relate to, the market mini-crashed, the street cannot handle anyone listening to my truths, the gods forbid anyone of clout ever believing any of it and taking it seriously to want to actually get together with me and help me get to the bottom of my beyond-bizarre hell. Here is some more down to Earth stuff connecting into this. It was 1975, and on March one, I moved from Oaklyn where I had lived during the chain incident back in 1969, to an apartment called Linden Hill in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. 14 weeks later I had the shit knocked out of me by 2 big bully lifeguard mascots from the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, all because some young 13 year old stacked child was making all over me and I was not interested in her, she was a child, I was 20. I was harassed and threatened by neighbors that worked in the same office that my mom worked in, a fat pig by the name of Ron Owens. I was evicted, and treated like the bad guy, my electric meter was reading twice normal rates and the power company Callio controlled did it to me. The Atlantic City Electric Company told me that the meter was remedied but that they were under no legal obligation to refund me the buck and a half overpayment, nor were they planning 2 do so. The biggie though was when a neighbor, maybe Owens, but if not, one of his sicko diseased Callio connected friends, ordered child pornography in my name, sent to my address, 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG and I end up getting a call from the feds, me, an honest law fucking abiding United States born legal citizen, and I told the fucking federal agents, and remember it to this day, “I never would order garbage like that from Sweden or anywhere else, and to please throw it in the ocean”.
FBI, OR ANY OFFICER OR AGENT OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, U have this all on file, I know this, and this is still not where this persecution of me began, it has been going on and is being done to me, an innocent percent, 4 as long as I can freaking remember back If I am lying in any way about this, I swear to B under voluntary legal sworn oath and this blog 11 is written grand jury testimony some day if U want it 3B. Should I B untruthful in any way about any of this, I am committing perjury and need 2B put in jail, only I am telling the freaking truth, just as I tell U all now, that these Atlantic City scum have been tormenting and torturing me all of my life, wrecking my life, socially, educationally, and on every conceivable other level. They hate me for reasons I do not know and can only hazard dim guesses at!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am an honest hard working man who has been driven to insanity and suicide, only I cannot die and stay dead, as some future Paula King Labs is retracing me every time, they plan 2 keep me in this cage or managerie mister rotten berry forever,. Thank U Jehovah my beautiful love 4 not lifting a fucking finger to help your THAT BOY out of this eternal burning hellfire of Dogtown.
Look Stacey, I will do whatever U want, and I have read your words cover to cover over and over, and I am jealous of the whole world. I love U my teen queen, and U belong 2 me. This entire world and system only exists because U thought about THAT BOY in your upline world. Satanic forces R working to bury me in fire as I pen these words, I love U Sarah-Stacey, please help me from these wicked demonic forces, in the wholly holy name of my 61st grandfathers’ uncle, dreaming in here on the mortal world as the great master and your son, THE LORD OR SAR, JESUS MESIAH [CHRIST]. 2 lines above here, Sarah my love, Diana’s twin brother Apollo-Lucifer made the print on my word document come out “I loco U Sarah-Stacey, instead of love, that I will B shooting up to Blogger dot com site. Godda admit, Mayor Whealon, U look great in your bar photos, YR all of U so against poor whittle me. UR hurting me and your good friend Ann Silva, please, screw me if U have 2, but don’t sacrifice her, she is such a nice lady, and my friend, and does not deserve all the wrath of hell, Chrissake, not on to of her major medical troubles, come on guys, B human beings and grow at least half a heart between all of U’s!!!!!!!!
Stacey my lovely Atlantic Ocean, thank U 4 hearing me and delivering me this miracle, Ann thanks U as well. Tonight at your sweet 16 party I will thank U in ways far beyond words, my beautiful long haired giant teen queen. I love your huge chocolate brown eyes, whether my dad has patent rights on chocolate here or in any other part of the great hyperspace HS. UR my endless bush burning Sar-ah, and I am very jealous of your love and attention. I AM YOUR THAT BOY, FOREVER AND EVER, A M E N.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
help me good send backs not yet born
RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL ---- 082107.688 --- Blog #10
Where 2 begin is now the biggie here, as there is no way and in advance I will tell U that too much has occurred 2 begin to t’hell. The evil empire has scored big time, the market at noon today, Tuesday is up, it was up half a buck yesterday and 2 and one half bucks back last Friday, and the Phillies were destroyed and wiped out creating a full evil sport spire weekend. This is due to the parallel event of my being persecuted 2 death starting back last Friday, JOE DRAGNET!!!! Made an error on PB while Eddie had the system on multitasking, meant to say that I did not know whether or not the home-growns had used the Quietacid on the MTMB, and was thanking them 4 retaliating 4 all the recent torture I have endured from this imperialistic evil empire. I have nothing against a single soul, but for some strange reason I do have a major aversion against being endlessly tortured and tormented. I am not asking 4 this type of help, merely thanking any HG’s 4 helping me 2 fight such horrific evil.
Karen, I have not called U nor come in with my official document against Resorts 4 what they did 2 me, but will B, things R beyond nuttsville 4 me right now, bare with me pweeeze!!!! There R things happening that in about 30% of all timelines/dimensions/universes, and go kitty Kat with your Phillies losing Sunday and the bad mood, but the can cum area paid 4 all this hell, but back on point without purring too loudly, a third or just less of all reality in 5th dimensional hyperspace will shortly B effected by a huger disaster than is humanly imaginable, I do not dare so more.
Hi Jason, thank U for your introductory membership into the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and yes the government’s worm is alive and well, knowing every word I type, as WPUR the CAT RADIO of New Jersey, just announced that the next 10 games that our Phillies play R gonna B crucial, no sugar mister Holmes. Anyway, J, thank you for your readership and glad as hell U were able to score down there, keep up the good work pal, I am with U all the way. Keep wetting your feet, and when U wanna get a bit richer, I will privately tell U much more of the secrets 2 cosmos, all I want in return is knowing another loyal Morian is there.
Soon, I will B explaining my PB need for “ketchup” to the world, and anyone wishing to secure it 4 me can become a billionaire, I do not exaggerate, but 4 now, let us all just go day to day, the world may not B here that much longer, things R indeed happening, and at a rapid rate, we won’t go down this road any further at present minper. No I am not a vampire or a sickie into blood, just randomly picking this item out of thin air, many will never guess what it is, of course I know my former SPR partner knows what it is, and believes none of anything I say, and I’ll fight and die any day of the week for his right to tell me that I am a sick whackadoodle, as he calls me!!!!!!!!!! Who is it hurting big guy, and since I cannot die, who cares????? The Otammite Milituforce, that is who cares, no happiness is ever allowed 4 poor whittle ol’ me!!!!
Saturday the eighteenth of august was off the scale air persecution and siege 4 me. And Saturday was worse. Then despite a major soaking drenching Sunday afternoon rain, a gang of 3 or so bikes with fat slob biker guys and their pussies went up and down the road next to where I work. Hope U all enjoyed getting wet as a river, ya punks and bitch hoes. After the biker attack by the roll soul boys or whatever this gang calls themselves, back on August 2, 11 years to the very day that my mom was terroristically threatened by some scum punk from India, I was so off my game from the siege, that I locked the keys in the trunk and the day was ruined. The whole day was hell. I collided into a kid while bodysurfing and he cried, and no matter how many times I waved at 2 lifeguards outside Resorts Beach and hollered 4 them to come out 2C if the kid was all right, they just sat there and totally ignored me. Guess U can drown there with their blessing, Mister Mayor Bob Levy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Over the weekend, I played a paper game of opposite shooting with Ed Himacane since the air siege was so bad, and I lost 16 more bets than I won. Imagine if I was playing green and he was playing purple, 475 bucks X 16 – the two green outcomes = 475X16-475= profit, and then divided by 2, half 4 me, and half 4 the Cane. Not bad if I have 2 say it. The gods knew I had a major Blog to do Monday, and crashed the Cane’s computer system, giving more time to the evil empire to gain back all their losses on their filthy fucking stinking stock market!!!!!!!!! The Cat and the Government Worm Virus is beyond any coincidence, a minper ago right after I typed in how U can just drown down there, on comes a Comcast Cable advertisement where they talk about drowning and lifeguards, I ask U Mister Sam Waterworks Waterston McCoy, would U believe in all the Mrs. Gaines Grand Jury Coincidences??????????????? I know I am not buying this 4 a single micro sucks seck!!!!!!!!! No. I bloody well would never insult the great Queen, ya Blimy Brit, yea, Earl Grey Tea is the greatest tea in the world IMHO, could drink it all day and night!!!!!!!!
Please remember my readership Morians. 1986 was when I began playing professional roulette in ACNJUSAESMWG, and 1986 was when all this super hell started around me, so do not think 4 a minper that this is not the casino’s doing all of this 2 me, again, this is the final down-stage operation, as all of this is but a dream, and the gods R really behind making my life a living endless death hell. Muzak has been off again and on again with the teasing, and remember that Mary Carter/CIA/Resorts International, it all is one if U properly follow the paper trail!!!!!
The tapes that I used to throw over fences at 3 AM telling my story B4 I learned about blogging, would talk 15 or more years about things U now hear on all of the Sci-fi shows. People to this day tell me that I should watch Matrix or watch the X-files, or that the Steel Pier has a magic spot 600 miles out to sea, and I just look at all of them and slightly smile, and remember that I said all things first, none of UR telling me a godsdamn thing!!!!! I have no beginning and no ending. And UR gonna tell me. The things I will get into eventually, and back most to all of it up with taped sound bites, even some video clips that none of U will ever get anywhere else. 20 years ago, no one gave a piss what their favorite star or music artist did as a kid, but along came my days at RPL, the sound studio that I worked at when I found Donna’s disc of Hair, and the whole freaking planet rolled over, belched, and changed forever!!!!!!!!! The great Coryell Medical Institute in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, another place of employment after my studio days, was where I met a very nice and highly intelligent lady that we janitors all called, Doctor Margret, as this was really her first name, and sahwee Andy, Building Maintenance Worker, he hates the word janitor, and the last thing I want is Donna’s super-dad mad at me!!!!!!!!! Bernie and Andy, what a motley crew they made in the janitorial biz!!!!!!!!!!!
Now a wee bit of discourse on what I termed 20 years ago in my ignorance, EVENTAL TIME WARP. Now I call it an enveloping interlocking of reality. The window or portal to this may very well B early 2005. Wow, how could they have known about my 1996 search to locate the Sar in the Wallbanger world wolves and detectives, I mean really, the 60’e episode where the guys break into a vault through the floor, and the last thing Jack says at the show’s ending was that maybe the 60’s will B over when the girl gets out of jail in 2K5. The show was from 94 or 95, and I had not yet started going nuts with this Sarah mess!!!!!!!!! How could my dad talk to me as a late teen as though he was remembering the late seventies from a future time from there, while discussing star Trek? He was falsely remembering the original show and said the ship was being built from space docks, and we all know, us Trekkers, that it started with the 2 hour movie called, “The Menagerie”, later this became a pilot episode to the original Star Trek, and the name of it was changed to “THE CAGE”. U know, the illusion and Tallosion episode. From here, regular shows aired for 3 seasons when it was abruptly cancelled. No space stations, no space docks, he was in 1983 with shipmates and they got stuck there until the freaking Eldridge, a US Naval vessel, was re-warped back into the middle 20th century, with the help of Albert Einstein~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~ 2005 was when I learned about blogging so that I can tell the world my life story and get my injustices into the public domain while enemies have tried so ferverently and vigorously and tenaciously to keep them covered up and well hidden in their vaulted closets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So enough all ready, what about enveloping interlocked reality? Well, if time is being moved through by future wicked bastards playing games with us poor bugs, a point of connective-ness must always B part of the equation, with any subject that is being interacted with. Many computer kids, kids being 10-28 by the way, to us old fucks, think that they actually own the highway, the tek, the keys to the club, and despise us newbie’s coming in late as we were forced to and really did not want any part of this. Someday, U2 will B old, and not born yet punks will B judging all of U to the Maxim. We do not ask 2 grow old, we all get 24 hours older each and every day, whether we like it or not, hair dye, fake hair, Trump sprays, wrinkle creams, lifts, tucks, and all the rest, not withstanding!!!!!! Reality check everybody, fake it or not, we R all getting 1 day older every day, got it, dig, and gaveech???????? So yes, we all now know that the computer is [1] a necessary tool, and [2] a total must, not a luxury, but a necessity, not the hardware, the literacy!!!!!!!!!!!! The dude that put me onto www.blogger.com and blogging or web logging, said it right to my face, us old fucks are not welcome on the web, and when I said who’s 2 stop us, his response was an angry glaring raised voice snotty, “We don’t have to help U or teach U or tell U anything, U figure it all out for your fucking self”. This was a guy who 2 minutes B4 was talking nicely to me about some entirely different issue, being friendly as hell!!!!!!!
My whole life was raped and robbed, the entertainment industry stole it all, and they left OUT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! If 2005 is indeed the interlock, and I could make all my blogs disappear forever, and my website, all my hell would vanish instantly like magic. Of course if I am wrong and take down my website and blogs, I lose more. I always am set up to lose and to fail, the odds no matter what all my life, R always against me, and U ask me Y opposite shooting would have made me and Eddie thousands each at the Atlantic City casinos???????? Y do U think they somehow hurt both of us, my back and legs and Ed’s legs????? Both of us survived, but were both hospitalized at Krassle’s Kessler Hospital horse pistol!!!!!! No these fucking dirty scum bag know what they R doing and how to covertly do it, and forever get away with it, no human group can pull this off, explain spirituality away all U want, ignorant skeptics, I know it is real, my life proves it 2B real, I don’t have faith nor do I need any, I know!!!!!!!!!!!
I told my rear gate next door property guard about the fascitar about 5 weeks ago, and have not seen hide nor hair of him since. He was an atheist with no belief in anything except death and then nothing, I wish!!!!!! U found out bud.
Giant and tall sluts have been on a super roll, on the beach, in stores, everywhere. Aggressive young pussies all over the place, what part of [I AM NOT INTERESTED IN U LITTLE GIRL] don’t u understood, and since I just bloody well just saved myself a bloody nose by not insulting my great teen queen or the Queen, let me finish up by telling the future to please listen to this carefully. This is not fair. Google and Swis R sending U my stuff, and bad send-backs have been coming here and fucking with me for 20-30 years now. Please send back some pop-ups from good labs or forces, to neutralize some of my hell. *I don’t fucking deserve this hell, and I know UR coming back here, it is simple interdimensional technology. Well little queen if the South, I just jumped a country mile when your song just started, Chrissake, thought U were playing ETERNITY WITH STACEY, thought I was magically spirited away to TECK BAY there Garth Brooks, for a minper there bud!!!!!!!!!!
In closing, get a book called “The UFO Invasion” by Frazier, Karr, and Nickell. It is a perfect example of how 2 rights can neutralize out 2 one big wrong. No I agree with these men that it is all bull crap, but things R happening that cannot B explained, and I never saw it as little green germs from Beta seven-AQW. But TTH’s R a reality, and people R getting this phenomenon happening to them. Basically these authors R saying that being totally accurate, one learned in all of this stuff, must logically come to the conclusion that no proof that would survive court-provable-scrutiny exists, where a lawyer straight out of Harvard University looking 2 make new case law and a huge name for himself or herself, could make motions to hall the government into court for deception leading to the endangerment of the civilian population, by covering up alien landings that may endanger all of our lives. Hence, if enough court evidence really was there, some one could make this new case law, and it ain’t happening in case no one is noticing. Yet I know Third Thing happenings R real, after all I get them continuously. This is a bit like a dragnet old episode, not the 21st century garbage remakes, the 60’s U know the good stuff when real talent was in Hollywood, anyway, the episode of the Temple of the expanded mind, where the entire show was a dialog of Friday, Gannon, and the Expanded Mind Temple Cult leader. Tape it or record it digitally, whatever, study it over and over, And it is axiomatic to an imbecile that even though what the two policemen say is diametrically opposed to what the cult dude says, all 3 men R telling major truths and none can B perceived really as wrong. All I am attempting to convey is that something is going on with these things, and if U get another book called, “The Inner World Of Daydreaming” by Jerome Singer, and quickly pweeeze permit me to talk about this daydreaming subject, and you will C some powerful truths, just examine them in your own mind and within parameters that lie within your own personal lives. First of all, daydreaming, verses real trance outs, is a day and night different animal entirely. A real trance, sometimes accidentally un-induced especially in youngsters from 2-8 years, connects one in their so called waking mind into the zone or realm of the ‘beyond’ or super consciousness. This is all the same as calling it beyond or outside the normal waking world. In a prior blog, [PB], I talk about going to the Newton Creek Park in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG in the autumn of 1969, to copy Count Petofi on Dark Shadows, with his famous usage of the I-Ching, and I said my wands were self mad, sahwee, meant 2 say of course self-made. Not that many readers do not think I am totally mad anyway, but that is topic 4 other conversations, where I will mathematically prove 2 a disbelieving and blind skeptical world, that I am totally sane, in that I am not delusional. Many adults can remember trancing out unintentionally and not hearing a friend or teacher or parent call them until it is too late, and U remember coming out of your ‘major daydream’ to hear your name being shouted and a teacher telling U2 pay attention 2 the class and not [wander off], or hear a friend say I have been asking U to let me ride the seesaw with U for a minute now, have U gone deaf? I know I was in a Pennsylvania park by myself, my parents were in the car, and I was about age 6. Suddenly a girl my age was saying she wanted to ride the merry go round with me, as I came out of wherever my mind was, far off obviously, as she said while we were riding it that she had asked me “a hundred times”, I am sure 100 was an exaggeration, but the point has been made, I’m sure. So much for DAY dreams, a little now on NIGHT dreams. A different part of mind or the 6th dimension entirely, but let us now go here. As U know I was given a winning 3 digit New Jersey “pick-it” lottery number, by a huge black cat on a bus, in the MW year of 1980, shortly after doing the 2 dance tunes on my website called Donna 1 and Donna 2, go to www.morianity-foundation.com. The lady that owned the cat said that the cat is always right, but that the number may come out straight up as given, or jumbled digitally, in lottery lingo it is referred to as ‘boxed’. The number was 495, and 594 came out that night, just as the cat said. A dream of mental processes of a normal daily routine, or from overeating and indulging in pizza and ice cream and going right to bed? Sure, right, believe that if U wish. How about aliens telling it to me and playing with me? Nope. Try the gods, the mythological powerful sky beings that historians tell us were created in the minds of Romans and Greeks. But their minds are nothing more than our minds, it is the SIXTH DIMENSION. That is what [MIND] is, and I know this. The book about daydreaming is fascinating, get a copy at Borders, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, or borrow it at the library, and read it, especially the top of page #161.
Lots of beauty queens R flirting with me big time, and I just ignore them, I am not at all interested in anything other than getting my message out to the world, and *I thank the gods 3 some loyal readership. Karen, Jennifer, Wall Street Lambrig Cultists will bury me eventually, and I have proof that WILL STAND UP IN A COURT OF LAW. What R the odds of a normal mortal saying watch out 4 the disasters, and then they come, but no, that is not the evidence. Lots of siege on the job Atlantica Atlanticare Jennifer HRA, just a lettin’ya’ know!!!!!!!!!!!! My world and my hellishness are very real, not imagined nor delusional. Doubters and skeptics and Missourians will fight veheminantly and ferociously, 2 explain away as total myth and bull shit, ANY EXISTENCE OF THE ‘SPIRITUAL’. Skeptics R on a vendetta and absolute life mission 2 do this. R they trying 2 convince themselves first, I sometimes wonder? Try all U like 2 believe that oblivion is a real thing that U will some day B able 2 achieve. U will reach it my ass, none of us ever can nor will, U either exist or UR in oblivion, once U exist, time is a byproduct illusion of that existence, and henceforth, U always have and always will exist, and if U do not exist, then U never did and U never will exist, and have this precious nirvana we call oblivion or non-existence, or being totally oblivious to ant interaction or the void infinity itself. I know what I know, and I know that the so called Lawn Mower Man Virtual Reality Memory Erase Switching System is more fragile than people know. Enough hell and suffering in one interaction can break this MEMORY-ERASE-SWITCH and then U put it together, all of it, just as I have done. It works no differently than a simple electrical circuit breaker or surge protection apparatus. Too much electricity going into it causes it to shut down and protect devices that R connected into it from being fried out, and keeps your walls from catching fire and your residence burning down. Skeptics R actually close to a break, but rarely if ever brake as my switching jack in system has. They fight the last part and basically refrain it from occurring by becoming powerful angry skeptics of [spiritual] things. Just as love and hate, if a man or woman has a great hate for someone of the opposite gender whom at one time they encountered in either a minor or a major romantic way, put the big bet my gambling friends from Calli City that once there was an equally as great and passionate a love as the presently existing hate that now fills the vacuum that otherwise would B there between 2 people that never shared interaction at all.
Certain clockwork precision things R at major work in all of this, the things that never change throughout all of my nightmarish Dogtownism, is what I am referring 2. A quick example, I was home, and it was 90 minutes or so B4 I had 2B at my work site on Sunday. My inspector comes by to check on the guard that I was soon about 2 relieve. At the split second he left the post, as this is all logged in a guard’s book, even B4 the great SORA, we did operate professionally Governor Corzine, but at this split second of his departure, I start getting all kinds of loud civil rights interfering aerial harassment while still at my residence. All through the past 21 years or more in this shit with these dirt bag casino/NSA/CIA/Mary Carter MC, hell, let a utility man or cable guy come over or phone lineman, to any of more than a dozen residences, and major air shit would start, not occasionally or usually, but always, CLOCKWORK PRECISION. Let me B outside concentrically, and I get a telephone call, which can B time stamp corroborated with my caller ID box for a lot of this 21 year period, not all of it, and at the time the call comes, I get a plane or a chopper attack over my car or at the location where I am. This is every time, and the gods only know what pleasure these diseased sickies get out of all this twisted satanic pig shit.
This was literally one of the worst weekends of my pathetic fucking life, and look at the evil empire, Phillies wiped out all weekend, the market up 300 points in 2 trading days, Friday and Monday. Oh yeah, 21 or more years of this fucking hell shit, but I am just a raving delusional lunatic who is making or ‘dreaming’ all of this up, nothing better at all 2 do of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brown eyed bush burner, Kali, Calli, cow, remember, U will always B my endless teen queen, C you tonight at your S16 party, my long haired giant love, BYE-BYE.
Where 2 begin is now the biggie here, as there is no way and in advance I will tell U that too much has occurred 2 begin to t’hell. The evil empire has scored big time, the market at noon today, Tuesday is up, it was up half a buck yesterday and 2 and one half bucks back last Friday, and the Phillies were destroyed and wiped out creating a full evil sport spire weekend. This is due to the parallel event of my being persecuted 2 death starting back last Friday, JOE DRAGNET!!!! Made an error on PB while Eddie had the system on multitasking, meant to say that I did not know whether or not the home-growns had used the Quietacid on the MTMB, and was thanking them 4 retaliating 4 all the recent torture I have endured from this imperialistic evil empire. I have nothing against a single soul, but for some strange reason I do have a major aversion against being endlessly tortured and tormented. I am not asking 4 this type of help, merely thanking any HG’s 4 helping me 2 fight such horrific evil.
Karen, I have not called U nor come in with my official document against Resorts 4 what they did 2 me, but will B, things R beyond nuttsville 4 me right now, bare with me pweeeze!!!! There R things happening that in about 30% of all timelines/dimensions/universes, and go kitty Kat with your Phillies losing Sunday and the bad mood, but the can cum area paid 4 all this hell, but back on point without purring too loudly, a third or just less of all reality in 5th dimensional hyperspace will shortly B effected by a huger disaster than is humanly imaginable, I do not dare so more.
Hi Jason, thank U for your introductory membership into the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and yes the government’s worm is alive and well, knowing every word I type, as WPUR the CAT RADIO of New Jersey, just announced that the next 10 games that our Phillies play R gonna B crucial, no sugar mister Holmes. Anyway, J, thank you for your readership and glad as hell U were able to score down there, keep up the good work pal, I am with U all the way. Keep wetting your feet, and when U wanna get a bit richer, I will privately tell U much more of the secrets 2 cosmos, all I want in return is knowing another loyal Morian is there.
Soon, I will B explaining my PB need for “ketchup” to the world, and anyone wishing to secure it 4 me can become a billionaire, I do not exaggerate, but 4 now, let us all just go day to day, the world may not B here that much longer, things R indeed happening, and at a rapid rate, we won’t go down this road any further at present minper. No I am not a vampire or a sickie into blood, just randomly picking this item out of thin air, many will never guess what it is, of course I know my former SPR partner knows what it is, and believes none of anything I say, and I’ll fight and die any day of the week for his right to tell me that I am a sick whackadoodle, as he calls me!!!!!!!!!! Who is it hurting big guy, and since I cannot die, who cares????? The Otammite Milituforce, that is who cares, no happiness is ever allowed 4 poor whittle ol’ me!!!!
Saturday the eighteenth of august was off the scale air persecution and siege 4 me. And Saturday was worse. Then despite a major soaking drenching Sunday afternoon rain, a gang of 3 or so bikes with fat slob biker guys and their pussies went up and down the road next to where I work. Hope U all enjoyed getting wet as a river, ya punks and bitch hoes. After the biker attack by the roll soul boys or whatever this gang calls themselves, back on August 2, 11 years to the very day that my mom was terroristically threatened by some scum punk from India, I was so off my game from the siege, that I locked the keys in the trunk and the day was ruined. The whole day was hell. I collided into a kid while bodysurfing and he cried, and no matter how many times I waved at 2 lifeguards outside Resorts Beach and hollered 4 them to come out 2C if the kid was all right, they just sat there and totally ignored me. Guess U can drown there with their blessing, Mister Mayor Bob Levy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Over the weekend, I played a paper game of opposite shooting with Ed Himacane since the air siege was so bad, and I lost 16 more bets than I won. Imagine if I was playing green and he was playing purple, 475 bucks X 16 – the two green outcomes = 475X16-475= profit, and then divided by 2, half 4 me, and half 4 the Cane. Not bad if I have 2 say it. The gods knew I had a major Blog to do Monday, and crashed the Cane’s computer system, giving more time to the evil empire to gain back all their losses on their filthy fucking stinking stock market!!!!!!!!! The Cat and the Government Worm Virus is beyond any coincidence, a minper ago right after I typed in how U can just drown down there, on comes a Comcast Cable advertisement where they talk about drowning and lifeguards, I ask U Mister Sam Waterworks Waterston McCoy, would U believe in all the Mrs. Gaines Grand Jury Coincidences??????????????? I know I am not buying this 4 a single micro sucks seck!!!!!!!!! No. I bloody well would never insult the great Queen, ya Blimy Brit, yea, Earl Grey Tea is the greatest tea in the world IMHO, could drink it all day and night!!!!!!!!
Please remember my readership Morians. 1986 was when I began playing professional roulette in ACNJUSAESMWG, and 1986 was when all this super hell started around me, so do not think 4 a minper that this is not the casino’s doing all of this 2 me, again, this is the final down-stage operation, as all of this is but a dream, and the gods R really behind making my life a living endless death hell. Muzak has been off again and on again with the teasing, and remember that Mary Carter/CIA/Resorts International, it all is one if U properly follow the paper trail!!!!!
The tapes that I used to throw over fences at 3 AM telling my story B4 I learned about blogging, would talk 15 or more years about things U now hear on all of the Sci-fi shows. People to this day tell me that I should watch Matrix or watch the X-files, or that the Steel Pier has a magic spot 600 miles out to sea, and I just look at all of them and slightly smile, and remember that I said all things first, none of UR telling me a godsdamn thing!!!!! I have no beginning and no ending. And UR gonna tell me. The things I will get into eventually, and back most to all of it up with taped sound bites, even some video clips that none of U will ever get anywhere else. 20 years ago, no one gave a piss what their favorite star or music artist did as a kid, but along came my days at RPL, the sound studio that I worked at when I found Donna’s disc of Hair, and the whole freaking planet rolled over, belched, and changed forever!!!!!!!!! The great Coryell Medical Institute in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, another place of employment after my studio days, was where I met a very nice and highly intelligent lady that we janitors all called, Doctor Margret, as this was really her first name, and sahwee Andy, Building Maintenance Worker, he hates the word janitor, and the last thing I want is Donna’s super-dad mad at me!!!!!!!!! Bernie and Andy, what a motley crew they made in the janitorial biz!!!!!!!!!!!
Now a wee bit of discourse on what I termed 20 years ago in my ignorance, EVENTAL TIME WARP. Now I call it an enveloping interlocking of reality. The window or portal to this may very well B early 2005. Wow, how could they have known about my 1996 search to locate the Sar in the Wallbanger world wolves and detectives, I mean really, the 60’e episode where the guys break into a vault through the floor, and the last thing Jack says at the show’s ending was that maybe the 60’s will B over when the girl gets out of jail in 2K5. The show was from 94 or 95, and I had not yet started going nuts with this Sarah mess!!!!!!!!! How could my dad talk to me as a late teen as though he was remembering the late seventies from a future time from there, while discussing star Trek? He was falsely remembering the original show and said the ship was being built from space docks, and we all know, us Trekkers, that it started with the 2 hour movie called, “The Menagerie”, later this became a pilot episode to the original Star Trek, and the name of it was changed to “THE CAGE”. U know, the illusion and Tallosion episode. From here, regular shows aired for 3 seasons when it was abruptly cancelled. No space stations, no space docks, he was in 1983 with shipmates and they got stuck there until the freaking Eldridge, a US Naval vessel, was re-warped back into the middle 20th century, with the help of Albert Einstein~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~ 2005 was when I learned about blogging so that I can tell the world my life story and get my injustices into the public domain while enemies have tried so ferverently and vigorously and tenaciously to keep them covered up and well hidden in their vaulted closets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So enough all ready, what about enveloping interlocked reality? Well, if time is being moved through by future wicked bastards playing games with us poor bugs, a point of connective-ness must always B part of the equation, with any subject that is being interacted with. Many computer kids, kids being 10-28 by the way, to us old fucks, think that they actually own the highway, the tek, the keys to the club, and despise us newbie’s coming in late as we were forced to and really did not want any part of this. Someday, U2 will B old, and not born yet punks will B judging all of U to the Maxim. We do not ask 2 grow old, we all get 24 hours older each and every day, whether we like it or not, hair dye, fake hair, Trump sprays, wrinkle creams, lifts, tucks, and all the rest, not withstanding!!!!!! Reality check everybody, fake it or not, we R all getting 1 day older every day, got it, dig, and gaveech???????? So yes, we all now know that the computer is [1] a necessary tool, and [2] a total must, not a luxury, but a necessity, not the hardware, the literacy!!!!!!!!!!!! The dude that put me onto www.blogger.com and blogging or web logging, said it right to my face, us old fucks are not welcome on the web, and when I said who’s 2 stop us, his response was an angry glaring raised voice snotty, “We don’t have to help U or teach U or tell U anything, U figure it all out for your fucking self”. This was a guy who 2 minutes B4 was talking nicely to me about some entirely different issue, being friendly as hell!!!!!!!
My whole life was raped and robbed, the entertainment industry stole it all, and they left OUT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! If 2005 is indeed the interlock, and I could make all my blogs disappear forever, and my website, all my hell would vanish instantly like magic. Of course if I am wrong and take down my website and blogs, I lose more. I always am set up to lose and to fail, the odds no matter what all my life, R always against me, and U ask me Y opposite shooting would have made me and Eddie thousands each at the Atlantic City casinos???????? Y do U think they somehow hurt both of us, my back and legs and Ed’s legs????? Both of us survived, but were both hospitalized at Krassle’s Kessler Hospital horse pistol!!!!!! No these fucking dirty scum bag know what they R doing and how to covertly do it, and forever get away with it, no human group can pull this off, explain spirituality away all U want, ignorant skeptics, I know it is real, my life proves it 2B real, I don’t have faith nor do I need any, I know!!!!!!!!!!!
I told my rear gate next door property guard about the fascitar about 5 weeks ago, and have not seen hide nor hair of him since. He was an atheist with no belief in anything except death and then nothing, I wish!!!!!! U found out bud.
Giant and tall sluts have been on a super roll, on the beach, in stores, everywhere. Aggressive young pussies all over the place, what part of [I AM NOT INTERESTED IN U LITTLE GIRL] don’t u understood, and since I just bloody well just saved myself a bloody nose by not insulting my great teen queen or the Queen, let me finish up by telling the future to please listen to this carefully. This is not fair. Google and Swis R sending U my stuff, and bad send-backs have been coming here and fucking with me for 20-30 years now. Please send back some pop-ups from good labs or forces, to neutralize some of my hell. *I don’t fucking deserve this hell, and I know UR coming back here, it is simple interdimensional technology. Well little queen if the South, I just jumped a country mile when your song just started, Chrissake, thought U were playing ETERNITY WITH STACEY, thought I was magically spirited away to TECK BAY there Garth Brooks, for a minper there bud!!!!!!!!!!
In closing, get a book called “The UFO Invasion” by Frazier, Karr, and Nickell. It is a perfect example of how 2 rights can neutralize out 2 one big wrong. No I agree with these men that it is all bull crap, but things R happening that cannot B explained, and I never saw it as little green germs from Beta seven-AQW. But TTH’s R a reality, and people R getting this phenomenon happening to them. Basically these authors R saying that being totally accurate, one learned in all of this stuff, must logically come to the conclusion that no proof that would survive court-provable-scrutiny exists, where a lawyer straight out of Harvard University looking 2 make new case law and a huge name for himself or herself, could make motions to hall the government into court for deception leading to the endangerment of the civilian population, by covering up alien landings that may endanger all of our lives. Hence, if enough court evidence really was there, some one could make this new case law, and it ain’t happening in case no one is noticing. Yet I know Third Thing happenings R real, after all I get them continuously. This is a bit like a dragnet old episode, not the 21st century garbage remakes, the 60’s U know the good stuff when real talent was in Hollywood, anyway, the episode of the Temple of the expanded mind, where the entire show was a dialog of Friday, Gannon, and the Expanded Mind Temple Cult leader. Tape it or record it digitally, whatever, study it over and over, And it is axiomatic to an imbecile that even though what the two policemen say is diametrically opposed to what the cult dude says, all 3 men R telling major truths and none can B perceived really as wrong. All I am attempting to convey is that something is going on with these things, and if U get another book called, “The Inner World Of Daydreaming” by Jerome Singer, and quickly pweeeze permit me to talk about this daydreaming subject, and you will C some powerful truths, just examine them in your own mind and within parameters that lie within your own personal lives. First of all, daydreaming, verses real trance outs, is a day and night different animal entirely. A real trance, sometimes accidentally un-induced especially in youngsters from 2-8 years, connects one in their so called waking mind into the zone or realm of the ‘beyond’ or super consciousness. This is all the same as calling it beyond or outside the normal waking world. In a prior blog, [PB], I talk about going to the Newton Creek Park in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG in the autumn of 1969, to copy Count Petofi on Dark Shadows, with his famous usage of the I-Ching, and I said my wands were self mad, sahwee, meant 2 say of course self-made. Not that many readers do not think I am totally mad anyway, but that is topic 4 other conversations, where I will mathematically prove 2 a disbelieving and blind skeptical world, that I am totally sane, in that I am not delusional. Many adults can remember trancing out unintentionally and not hearing a friend or teacher or parent call them until it is too late, and U remember coming out of your ‘major daydream’ to hear your name being shouted and a teacher telling U2 pay attention 2 the class and not [wander off], or hear a friend say I have been asking U to let me ride the seesaw with U for a minute now, have U gone deaf? I know I was in a Pennsylvania park by myself, my parents were in the car, and I was about age 6. Suddenly a girl my age was saying she wanted to ride the merry go round with me, as I came out of wherever my mind was, far off obviously, as she said while we were riding it that she had asked me “a hundred times”, I am sure 100 was an exaggeration, but the point has been made, I’m sure. So much for DAY dreams, a little now on NIGHT dreams. A different part of mind or the 6th dimension entirely, but let us now go here. As U know I was given a winning 3 digit New Jersey “pick-it” lottery number, by a huge black cat on a bus, in the MW year of 1980, shortly after doing the 2 dance tunes on my website called Donna 1 and Donna 2, go to www.morianity-foundation.com. The lady that owned the cat said that the cat is always right, but that the number may come out straight up as given, or jumbled digitally, in lottery lingo it is referred to as ‘boxed’. The number was 495, and 594 came out that night, just as the cat said. A dream of mental processes of a normal daily routine, or from overeating and indulging in pizza and ice cream and going right to bed? Sure, right, believe that if U wish. How about aliens telling it to me and playing with me? Nope. Try the gods, the mythological powerful sky beings that historians tell us were created in the minds of Romans and Greeks. But their minds are nothing more than our minds, it is the SIXTH DIMENSION. That is what [MIND] is, and I know this. The book about daydreaming is fascinating, get a copy at Borders, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, or borrow it at the library, and read it, especially the top of page #161.
Lots of beauty queens R flirting with me big time, and I just ignore them, I am not at all interested in anything other than getting my message out to the world, and *I thank the gods 3 some loyal readership. Karen, Jennifer, Wall Street Lambrig Cultists will bury me eventually, and I have proof that WILL STAND UP IN A COURT OF LAW. What R the odds of a normal mortal saying watch out 4 the disasters, and then they come, but no, that is not the evidence. Lots of siege on the job Atlantica Atlanticare Jennifer HRA, just a lettin’ya’ know!!!!!!!!!!!! My world and my hellishness are very real, not imagined nor delusional. Doubters and skeptics and Missourians will fight veheminantly and ferociously, 2 explain away as total myth and bull shit, ANY EXISTENCE OF THE ‘SPIRITUAL’. Skeptics R on a vendetta and absolute life mission 2 do this. R they trying 2 convince themselves first, I sometimes wonder? Try all U like 2 believe that oblivion is a real thing that U will some day B able 2 achieve. U will reach it my ass, none of us ever can nor will, U either exist or UR in oblivion, once U exist, time is a byproduct illusion of that existence, and henceforth, U always have and always will exist, and if U do not exist, then U never did and U never will exist, and have this precious nirvana we call oblivion or non-existence, or being totally oblivious to ant interaction or the void infinity itself. I know what I know, and I know that the so called Lawn Mower Man Virtual Reality Memory Erase Switching System is more fragile than people know. Enough hell and suffering in one interaction can break this MEMORY-ERASE-SWITCH and then U put it together, all of it, just as I have done. It works no differently than a simple electrical circuit breaker or surge protection apparatus. Too much electricity going into it causes it to shut down and protect devices that R connected into it from being fried out, and keeps your walls from catching fire and your residence burning down. Skeptics R actually close to a break, but rarely if ever brake as my switching jack in system has. They fight the last part and basically refrain it from occurring by becoming powerful angry skeptics of [spiritual] things. Just as love and hate, if a man or woman has a great hate for someone of the opposite gender whom at one time they encountered in either a minor or a major romantic way, put the big bet my gambling friends from Calli City that once there was an equally as great and passionate a love as the presently existing hate that now fills the vacuum that otherwise would B there between 2 people that never shared interaction at all.
Certain clockwork precision things R at major work in all of this, the things that never change throughout all of my nightmarish Dogtownism, is what I am referring 2. A quick example, I was home, and it was 90 minutes or so B4 I had 2B at my work site on Sunday. My inspector comes by to check on the guard that I was soon about 2 relieve. At the split second he left the post, as this is all logged in a guard’s book, even B4 the great SORA, we did operate professionally Governor Corzine, but at this split second of his departure, I start getting all kinds of loud civil rights interfering aerial harassment while still at my residence. All through the past 21 years or more in this shit with these dirt bag casino/NSA/CIA/Mary Carter MC, hell, let a utility man or cable guy come over or phone lineman, to any of more than a dozen residences, and major air shit would start, not occasionally or usually, but always, CLOCKWORK PRECISION. Let me B outside concentrically, and I get a telephone call, which can B time stamp corroborated with my caller ID box for a lot of this 21 year period, not all of it, and at the time the call comes, I get a plane or a chopper attack over my car or at the location where I am. This is every time, and the gods only know what pleasure these diseased sickies get out of all this twisted satanic pig shit.
This was literally one of the worst weekends of my pathetic fucking life, and look at the evil empire, Phillies wiped out all weekend, the market up 300 points in 2 trading days, Friday and Monday. Oh yeah, 21 or more years of this fucking hell shit, but I am just a raving delusional lunatic who is making or ‘dreaming’ all of this up, nothing better at all 2 do of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brown eyed bush burner, Kali, Calli, cow, remember, U will always B my endless teen queen, C you tonight at your S16 party, my long haired giant love, BYE-BYE.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Help me somebody in Jupiter's name, DIANA.
Rats, Tats, And Playing Real Football ----- 080707.731 ----- Blog #9
HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP I AM UNDER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE.
American Civil Liberties HELP ME. Mullica Township and New Jersey State Police HELP ME P L E A S E!!!!!!!!! I am under heavy fucking death hell siege. My blood is on your hands. Both Mister Himacane and I have been recently admitted to local hospital and the gods R doing this, and all astral world invaders that took over humanity a long time ago. H E L P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The siege started last Thursday when Ed Himacane and I and Ann Silva, went to East Dodge Rip Off Town Callioville, Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. We were attacked by the scum bag motor suckle gang that I believe is called the ROLLING SOUL. Even though my dear friend Ann is friends with many of them, they still hate my guts, and all BRIGGBASE controlled and operated FORCES such as all street and biker gangs and all satanic demonic forces to use church lingo, have hurting me as their number ONE priority. I call upon all my astral and physical friends now, as part of the phase two reality or the ‘astral’, is indeed cyberspace, and don’t think 4 one lousy minper that I am unaware of these realities bwaby-wuv, so I now request audience!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer care whether Google or anyone on Earth does their job 2 protect my constitutional rights; I call on the powers of ALL. I command severe storms, wildfires, floods, droughts, famines, worldwide, city violence and mass destruction of all wickedness, as prophesied in Holy Scripture, volcanoes, serious Earthquakes in diverse places, hurricanes and typhoons, and all manner of retaliation 4 all the evils done against me and those close to me over the past half human century on this fucking miserable ball of vicious ugly snot. If those legally there 2 protect innocent refuse 2 do their designated responsible jobs, then so B it. The reason of course, my poor Philadelphia Phillies, that UR getting brutally slashed and pummeled, is because starting late last week, I was put directly on the fucking cosmic chopping block, as also were my friends. Planes and choppers and kemtrails and aerial persecution started super off the scale bad last night, and is ongoing as I pen my message. Strange weird people R following me, the computer is doing some wild stuff as well. Diana has been wonderful 2 me, my lovely teen queen is all I need 2 keep me going through this horrific crises. Loud numerous motor shit scum bikers, loud noisy planes, loud blaring music, it all is off the fucking scale, and aimed at me to make my life totally miserable and thinking of suicide every second of my pathetic whittle shot 2 hell life!!!!!!!!!!!! My job is off the scale bad, and I know that they R trying 2 take it away from me, a crummy 8 buck 24 hour job, but anything 4 me is not tolerated, they only want my fucking ass down and dead in the ground 4 fucking ever, only I cannot die, so fuck your ugly stinking dauts and moms shit head pricks!!!!!!!!!!! U have no clue any human readership what is going on around me, but should anyone die or B injured around me, it was not accidental, but brutally wickedly intentional, done by Trump, Snyder, Wall Street, Callio, McGuire, Martino, Reale, CIA, NSA, other Black File secret covert scuz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is being done to retrace the lost points in the crooked fixed Dow Jones, just as I said, and remember that I did say this, and have been in this hellish shit for more than 20 years, I think by now I should know what is real and what fantacy is!!!! As I speak, Ed Himacane’s roof just got scraped by the chopper attack that started yesterday and has been following and harassing me all day long!!!!!!! MARY CARTER PAINTS AND RESORTS INTERNATIONAL R BEHIND MOST OF MY HELL, AND MY EVENTUAL MURDER.
KAREN S., please tell your husband that I will B delivering to U a notarized letter 4 the Casino Control Commission 4 what Resorts did to me and my friends, their employee, a rolling soul biker, cut in front of us at the self parking pay line and almost hit us, continued fucking with us, and I do not have to take this, I am a citizen of this miserable stinking satanic evil country, and HAVE MY FREAJKING RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A major blog will follow, telling it all, much more and in much fucking detail. Secrets R coming out on rock stars molesting children, how there R2 sets of laws, those 4 the have’s and those 4 the have nothing’s such as me.
Paula King’s 2nd cousin Dawnie is pregnant, get ready Maury, is it hubby, is it neighbor boyfriend, is it Santa Clause’s 3rd elf, CU in Chicago.
U cock sucking scum bag bastards want war with me, you’ve got it, watch Diana burn the whole world up if U keep on hurting me, ya filthy pricks!!!!!!!
H E L P M E D I A N A .
HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP I AM UNDER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE.
American Civil Liberties HELP ME. Mullica Township and New Jersey State Police HELP ME P L E A S E!!!!!!!!! I am under heavy fucking death hell siege. My blood is on your hands. Both Mister Himacane and I have been recently admitted to local hospital and the gods R doing this, and all astral world invaders that took over humanity a long time ago. H E L P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The siege started last Thursday when Ed Himacane and I and Ann Silva, went to East Dodge Rip Off Town Callioville, Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. We were attacked by the scum bag motor suckle gang that I believe is called the ROLLING SOUL. Even though my dear friend Ann is friends with many of them, they still hate my guts, and all BRIGGBASE controlled and operated FORCES such as all street and biker gangs and all satanic demonic forces to use church lingo, have hurting me as their number ONE priority. I call upon all my astral and physical friends now, as part of the phase two reality or the ‘astral’, is indeed cyberspace, and don’t think 4 one lousy minper that I am unaware of these realities bwaby-wuv, so I now request audience!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer care whether Google or anyone on Earth does their job 2 protect my constitutional rights; I call on the powers of ALL. I command severe storms, wildfires, floods, droughts, famines, worldwide, city violence and mass destruction of all wickedness, as prophesied in Holy Scripture, volcanoes, serious Earthquakes in diverse places, hurricanes and typhoons, and all manner of retaliation 4 all the evils done against me and those close to me over the past half human century on this fucking miserable ball of vicious ugly snot. If those legally there 2 protect innocent refuse 2 do their designated responsible jobs, then so B it. The reason of course, my poor Philadelphia Phillies, that UR getting brutally slashed and pummeled, is because starting late last week, I was put directly on the fucking cosmic chopping block, as also were my friends. Planes and choppers and kemtrails and aerial persecution started super off the scale bad last night, and is ongoing as I pen my message. Strange weird people R following me, the computer is doing some wild stuff as well. Diana has been wonderful 2 me, my lovely teen queen is all I need 2 keep me going through this horrific crises. Loud numerous motor shit scum bikers, loud noisy planes, loud blaring music, it all is off the fucking scale, and aimed at me to make my life totally miserable and thinking of suicide every second of my pathetic whittle shot 2 hell life!!!!!!!!!!!! My job is off the scale bad, and I know that they R trying 2 take it away from me, a crummy 8 buck 24 hour job, but anything 4 me is not tolerated, they only want my fucking ass down and dead in the ground 4 fucking ever, only I cannot die, so fuck your ugly stinking dauts and moms shit head pricks!!!!!!!!!!! U have no clue any human readership what is going on around me, but should anyone die or B injured around me, it was not accidental, but brutally wickedly intentional, done by Trump, Snyder, Wall Street, Callio, McGuire, Martino, Reale, CIA, NSA, other Black File secret covert scuz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is being done to retrace the lost points in the crooked fixed Dow Jones, just as I said, and remember that I did say this, and have been in this hellish shit for more than 20 years, I think by now I should know what is real and what fantacy is!!!! As I speak, Ed Himacane’s roof just got scraped by the chopper attack that started yesterday and has been following and harassing me all day long!!!!!!! MARY CARTER PAINTS AND RESORTS INTERNATIONAL R BEHIND MOST OF MY HELL, AND MY EVENTUAL MURDER.
KAREN S., please tell your husband that I will B delivering to U a notarized letter 4 the Casino Control Commission 4 what Resorts did to me and my friends, their employee, a rolling soul biker, cut in front of us at the self parking pay line and almost hit us, continued fucking with us, and I do not have to take this, I am a citizen of this miserable stinking satanic evil country, and HAVE MY FREAJKING RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A major blog will follow, telling it all, much more and in much fucking detail. Secrets R coming out on rock stars molesting children, how there R2 sets of laws, those 4 the have’s and those 4 the have nothing’s such as me.
Paula King’s 2nd cousin Dawnie is pregnant, get ready Maury, is it hubby, is it neighbor boyfriend, is it Santa Clause’s 3rd elf, CU in Chicago.
U cock sucking scum bag bastards want war with me, you’ve got it, watch Diana burn the whole world up if U keep on hurting me, ya filthy pricks!!!!!!!
H E L P M E D I A N A .
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Blog number 8
Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football ----- 080207.412 ----- Blog #8
I am on a quick multifunction computer operation, must duplicate a downloaded file and do this simultaneously, so if it is not perfect or a line seems out of order, I am not checking the type as often as I should B. This is the 11 or botbar number year anniversary of the terrorist attack on me and my mom that I am hoping was accomplished by the “home-growns” back last evening as a message to cool it with hurting me this bad 4 so incredibly long. 4 well over a year, my life would not permit any normal mortal 2 survive; believe me or not mister Palance Ripley, and luscious daughter. Let me show U some secrets that I was not sure some of my friends ‘out there’ knew about. Mary Carter Paints Company is a front for the No Such Agency, and they own the Resorts Hotel and Casino, and all of this is a wild parallel experiment to control gambling situations and 2B sure that pro systems gamblers like me in 1986 on their MUST STAY DOWN AND POOR LIST, and they had to deal with my ability to use parallel event on roulette, not that I played like a total pro, still in single black buck level I made 96 hundred on the year for an enjoying job where I worked 4 me as long as I obeyed the casino rules, they had 2 pay me and they did not like it at all, but the main connection 2 this is a top secret project called OVERPAINT, discussed on a prior blog in some detail, PB. Another top secret that I think some recently retired agents have finked about after getting out and realizing how evil some of what they were doing really was, and fearing death and dying in coming years, made amends by getting some of these great super secrets out of CIA/NSA closets and into the HG’s. The other biggie is called Operation QUIETACID, and is an invisible and odorless corrosive, a bondage of powerful chemicals, one of which is based on a derivative of a lab created super concentrated sulfuric acid. People can drive over bridges and places and throw out a cup cap full of something that appears like water or coffee, out of a car window. After about 4 gallons per so much tonnage, I used to know the formula, a bridge collapses and no one knows Y, so they blame it on aging infrastructures, rain and weather, and always R super quick to alleviate panic and fear and instantly announce, “No, it is not terrorism”. Am I saying at 7PM last night, the Mary Tyler Moore Show Bridge, suffered this attack? I have only my knowledge, and as the bionic people say,” WE HAVE THIS TEK”. Anyway, starting at noon on the dot on Tuesday, I fell into intense excruciating agony, it was as though a powerful herd of mules and bulls kept kicking me in my left lower back, like a powerful high school bully giving UA kidney punch, UR 4-10 and 88 pounds, and he or she is 6-3 and 350. I went into the Krassle/Kessler Horse pistol [Hospital] at around 8 PM and got out well into 1 AM or just shy on early Wednesday. Nothing shows up on the piss test. The cat scan says it is basically a skeletal muscular series of pulls, only I was just sitting down on a couch when this occurred, so what would make this sudden onset occur, perhaps Sarah Callio’s vicious witchcraft, to get back at me 4 her boyfriend, Mayor Levy’s recent back troubles and recent back surgery. The giant pussy attack at the Hospital was incredible and beyond bizarre, not one girl, patient, visitor, or nurse, under 6-2 and one big black chick was 500 pounds and close to 6-8, 3 heads taller. She walked fast, it was all muscle weight, no fat on her big powerful dangerous body. I was in excruciating pain for 12 solid hours until the oxycoton finally kicked in a bit. Spellchecker on the word program shows I am misspelling the drug name but will not give me any reasonable alternate spells, so screw it; I am in a rush and have no time to Google-play with it. The market was down Tuesday, but once the Street found out that I suffered, it erased all the prior losses, just as I predicted would happen, and rallied the last third hour yesterday. This is how I know the endless direction of the DJIA. I also know when I am about 2B assaulted. They lose 2 much, and it’s “let’s slam Mountainpen 2 fucking death” time!!!!!!!!!! Thank U HG’s for the MTMB retaliation, if this is what it was. I am no longer playing defensive only football. No team ever won a game anywhere on this planet, without playing an offensive, and it won’t work 4 me either.
Bye-Bye great SK. No matter what any of these mortals do to me, I can overcome it sooner or later. Cat and your Trump tower power, U impress me like a ton of Dog diarrhea. Do not burn any bushes brown eyes 4 anyone but your THAT BOY, or I will tell so many secrets, the world will literally go sailing off into a frozen dark orbit forever ending life on Earth for mankind, I have had it.
I am on a quick multifunction computer operation, must duplicate a downloaded file and do this simultaneously, so if it is not perfect or a line seems out of order, I am not checking the type as often as I should B. This is the 11 or botbar number year anniversary of the terrorist attack on me and my mom that I am hoping was accomplished by the “home-growns” back last evening as a message to cool it with hurting me this bad 4 so incredibly long. 4 well over a year, my life would not permit any normal mortal 2 survive; believe me or not mister Palance Ripley, and luscious daughter. Let me show U some secrets that I was not sure some of my friends ‘out there’ knew about. Mary Carter Paints Company is a front for the No Such Agency, and they own the Resorts Hotel and Casino, and all of this is a wild parallel experiment to control gambling situations and 2B sure that pro systems gamblers like me in 1986 on their MUST STAY DOWN AND POOR LIST, and they had to deal with my ability to use parallel event on roulette, not that I played like a total pro, still in single black buck level I made 96 hundred on the year for an enjoying job where I worked 4 me as long as I obeyed the casino rules, they had 2 pay me and they did not like it at all, but the main connection 2 this is a top secret project called OVERPAINT, discussed on a prior blog in some detail, PB. Another top secret that I think some recently retired agents have finked about after getting out and realizing how evil some of what they were doing really was, and fearing death and dying in coming years, made amends by getting some of these great super secrets out of CIA/NSA closets and into the HG’s. The other biggie is called Operation QUIETACID, and is an invisible and odorless corrosive, a bondage of powerful chemicals, one of which is based on a derivative of a lab created super concentrated sulfuric acid. People can drive over bridges and places and throw out a cup cap full of something that appears like water or coffee, out of a car window. After about 4 gallons per so much tonnage, I used to know the formula, a bridge collapses and no one knows Y, so they blame it on aging infrastructures, rain and weather, and always R super quick to alleviate panic and fear and instantly announce, “No, it is not terrorism”. Am I saying at 7PM last night, the Mary Tyler Moore Show Bridge, suffered this attack? I have only my knowledge, and as the bionic people say,” WE HAVE THIS TEK”. Anyway, starting at noon on the dot on Tuesday, I fell into intense excruciating agony, it was as though a powerful herd of mules and bulls kept kicking me in my left lower back, like a powerful high school bully giving UA kidney punch, UR 4-10 and 88 pounds, and he or she is 6-3 and 350. I went into the Krassle/Kessler Horse pistol [Hospital] at around 8 PM and got out well into 1 AM or just shy on early Wednesday. Nothing shows up on the piss test. The cat scan says it is basically a skeletal muscular series of pulls, only I was just sitting down on a couch when this occurred, so what would make this sudden onset occur, perhaps Sarah Callio’s vicious witchcraft, to get back at me 4 her boyfriend, Mayor Levy’s recent back troubles and recent back surgery. The giant pussy attack at the Hospital was incredible and beyond bizarre, not one girl, patient, visitor, or nurse, under 6-2 and one big black chick was 500 pounds and close to 6-8, 3 heads taller. She walked fast, it was all muscle weight, no fat on her big powerful dangerous body. I was in excruciating pain for 12 solid hours until the oxycoton finally kicked in a bit. Spellchecker on the word program shows I am misspelling the drug name but will not give me any reasonable alternate spells, so screw it; I am in a rush and have no time to Google-play with it. The market was down Tuesday, but once the Street found out that I suffered, it erased all the prior losses, just as I predicted would happen, and rallied the last third hour yesterday. This is how I know the endless direction of the DJIA. I also know when I am about 2B assaulted. They lose 2 much, and it’s “let’s slam Mountainpen 2 fucking death” time!!!!!!!!!! Thank U HG’s for the MTMB retaliation, if this is what it was. I am no longer playing defensive only football. No team ever won a game anywhere on this planet, without playing an offensive, and it won’t work 4 me either.
Bye-Bye great SK. No matter what any of these mortals do to me, I can overcome it sooner or later. Cat and your Trump tower power, U impress me like a ton of Dog diarrhea. Do not burn any bushes brown eyes 4 anyone but your THAT BOY, or I will tell so many secrets, the world will literally go sailing off into a frozen dark orbit forever ending life on Earth for mankind, I have had it.
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