Movement stage 17


Yesterday, I was able 2 accomplish some things regarding my website, but snags are still keeping it from being the way I want it 2 B quite as yet. The MILITUFORCE BRIGGERSKUM attacked the hell ouda me, with lots of nasty aerial harassment, huge double lined military scumbag kem-trailling, as soon as I walked ouda library in Hammonton, NJ, USA, and EH witnessed it, but of course, no one not really into the ‘conspiracy theory’ world, is ever gonna C it the way it really is, and these turd eating snakes all know this. If these bastard filth balls did not have me 2 harass, they would all go nuts as piss!!!!!!!!!
PPPWWWWEEEEEZE bear with me on my web page, U do not understand who and what I am fighting, to get my message out 2 this sick sinful evil ball of hurl. Most people have only S&M on their mind, smut and loot, and few care about what is going on in anything with real tangible importance.
Quite a while ago, I said on my cassette taped life journal, that I told my Morians, that I have been keeping since 2/1/1983, that a magic exists, and this magic is known to the great Donna, and she admitted both 2 using it and knowing fully well all about it, in either I believe, an interview on TV, or on an album. She knows well what I mean and what I am talking about, and I know she is reading this, as the Lamists keep her and others, totally appraised and apprised of all things that are pertinent to them in a major way. This is why politically correct laws were quickly adopted, literally practically overnight, so as to keep me from using her [tek] so to speak, but all that is now about 2 change.A minimum of 3 major things have all ready been done 2 fudge with me, one involved motor-boating, now a separate operators license is legally required, and the other 2 things, or really 3 more, but I must B careful, I know these slimy snakes want me in prison so badly that they can taste it, but all sorts of overnight PC alterations came to B, and I need no truck nor train to hit me in order 2 C just whaddahell is going on. A little message to my lovely scummy pals in the 6th-7th dimension, using me as a DTBG, a DISTRACION TARGET BOARD GAME, IS THIS: I AM NOT AS DUMB AS U THINK I AM, I KNOW PRECISELY WHAT IS GOING ON. In addition, I know exactly all the things you did to me and my mom and my friend DCR, and will tell in detail, the whole story 2 the whole planet, and you’re just gonna have to freaking kill me 2 stop me, AND I DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know just how really powerful your CN reality is, Donna, and friends, really, just like I said FC, I knew about the 3-6-9 code, interesting that U wasted no time getting my message and altered your telephone number, did Bobby mayor put you onto that one 2???? I have a 6th-D MESS. For you BL, Honorable Sir, I know many skeletons from your closet too, lover boy, you and your pal Frank, are 2 of the biggest womanizers that I have ever me in almost 52 years, and I was in the love generation.
In closing, my luck scores are off the scale bad, so I will tell to the world, what makes money, for me, when under these major death sieges: If life is really super bad like 4 major major major incidences, it causes am parallel event in preponderance to rarely give me long strings of more than 6 black, red, odd, even, low, or high outside bet outcomes, at a roulette table. So I write all 3 parameters down, the R/B, the O/E, and the L/H, wait for 4 outcomes to come such as BBBB or EEEE, you get it, and then apply a 3-stage MM [mini-martingale], so that 4, 5, and 6 stringed events will let me win one unit, betting 1,2,4. But if I try this when life is not running in a major hellish and persecuted way, strings come in and kick my living rectum. Find out if strings work this way 4 you, it is simple, play at home on paper, and rate your type of days from bad to good in numbers of 1-5, being terrible, 3 being in the middle, and 5 being a great day. Chart and graph it, and start 2 C how playing with statistical tek or as I call it PARALLEL EVENT, can reveal major cool stuff, that U can indeed capitalize upon, and best of luck 2 U. This is in no way of course a personal invite for U 2 start a life of pro gambling.

Bye-Bye 4 now, big brown eyed girl Kal, Kali, Callio, my great and lovely astral queen, Last night you made me happier than I’ve been in 10,000 mortal years, WO. Now for a big friggin’ Post Script, I ended this word processor thing at the one library and proceeded to come to another one for reasons that pertain 2 the Donna thing that I earlier mentioned. Even without uploading/pubbing to blogger, www.blogger.com, the 6th dimension is part of my [mind/brain] system as U by now should be well aware of my loyal Morians, and I fell under 3 major sieges, all within godsdamn minutes, first a giant slut siege that I later on may shorten in referring 2 it, as a GSS, anyway, a major GSS at the library while trying 2 walk out, she was fucking with me too, all the time I was there, Paula King put her up to it, it is her younger sister I think. It caused a fight with me and EH, getting 2 B a more common experience as the web site progresses slowly but surely along, as it is a major threat 2 lots and freaking lots of scum eating entities and beings and gods, etc. She followed me out into the parking lot and kept fucking with me, and it is always those closest to me when I’m having my personal troubles with these wicked enemies, that also kick in and give me more trouble to boot. Also the weather was suddenly used against me, as out of nowhere, a fierce and unpredicted rain storm [FLASHFLOOD], came out of literally nowhere, causing a major road ax in front of me on Route 30, called by locals to Jersey, the White Horse Pike. It looked like a real baddie, fortunately, it could have been worse, as I could have been a part of the accident, and also miraculously the constables on patrol got it cleaned up enough to let mister Himacane and me get passed within just a few minutes time. Then I get finally here, and my plan that I mentioned went right up my gludious maximus, as the person meeting me at this library has no car, and thus the 6th dimensional attack via the weather’s inclemency, caused that not 2 work. It is so easy to disbelieve me, as no one but me has my life, made up of an endless string of negative circumstances that never stop or ever cut me a break, other people just C the quick short run stuff and think I am a whiner and a complaining big fat ugly baby, but I think 52 years of second to second hell really does earn me the right to moan and complain about my very miserable and despicable endless nightmare life of sub vampirism. Then I get here and the rain messed up my chance to C this other person, the rain was sent straight from the 6th dimension and filtered down through the evil wicked fucking gods, and another huge giant girl almost knocks me down at the door like she was expecting me, and I do not know her from friggin’ Eve. She used the weather as some lame excuse to start talking to me, and I just totally acted ignorant and deaf, and kept walking, not saying ghosts nor boo, just kept walking straight ahead, not looking 2 the left, not 2 the right.
Do your fucking worst 2 me, ya sick vicious rock chucking hunt trappers, You’ll have 2 foooookin me as U did 2 my mom and my best friend David Roth, back in 2K and oh-2, respectively. I will B telling secrets so freaking huge if this does not lessen, you prick eating shits won’t find a hole deep enough 2 crawl into, just mark my words, and remember you LAMIST SCUMBAGS, I do not threaten, I make deliveries.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO THERE.