Chapter 45 ------ So On With The Show, Kal lio

Now to continue from Chapter 44, this will B an interesting experiment. My cousin Sandy, was the lookout, and was stationed between room 323 and the elevator just to the left and left again from the door to the room. Zigmund Malyeska from Lithuania, and his girlfriend, Helen Felker, a Florida nurse, were sitting outside the Fralengers Salt Water Taffee store, on a bench, amongst a few dozen benches all grouped together. Mother was talked into getting coffee , but they were told to come to this area and sit, as usually, and all the lifeguards still there today that were there in yesteryear as rookies, know 'Ziggy' as everyone called the pollio legged man who was there every non-rainy day of every summer, sitting on a piesce of cardboard, under the Central Pier where Tennessee Avenue dead ends into, but usually, he and Helen sat on the bench area that overlooked the ocean, above the public mens and ladies rest rooms built into the structure below. So the plan was quite complex, and the plot thickens in this hyperspace. First, as with here in this timeline, Aunt Gerry screws up her plans and we have to take Sandy with us to the shore on our vacation, then she makes friends with the Callio/Krassle girl gang, known 2 all the guys as the Quoddy mockers, as they hung on the south side of the Mayflower Hotel in the late 60's quite frequently, and were all very tall, and breathtakingly gorgeous and ravishing to behold. But here, Sandy is the lookout, mother goes out to Fralengers 4 coffee, and Ziggy and Helen, were ordered to sit at the benches there at this particular time rather than their usual hangout, and were told to engage my mom in a conversation and temporarily out of the way so they could all gangrape my pathetic little ass. All my life here in this world, it occurs in nightmares, I am still a tiny and very frail child of 13, and I was not always ugly as an eel as my photo last year shows, I was a real head turner starting at about age 13 and 1/2. My behavior around women is tense and awkward to this day, and these horrendous teenaged witches, wrecked my entire social life. I had a best friend, Brad, and he could never figure out Y girls were not of interest to me, faggots were very rare in those days, all guys loved girls, and vice versa. I did too, but was frightened to death of them because of this hyperspace effect.

Last night at work, as every Monday, it's something with these turds, and as I speak, a crash level chopper is going over the library, in violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, at 9:44 ante' meridian. Forget the blog page time, this is real eastern savings 4th dimension read out. I was saying, they blew out my bowells, as they love to do, and have done to me for over 20 years, since this horriffic shit started with this Otammskummy Milituforce. I am walking and boom, I shit myself, a grown man. No doctor can find a thing wrong, as Earthly, there is nothing wrong. Friends with me in the past, during sieges, have been hit accidentally with these 'death-beams', twatever they R, and have to also run into the nearest woods and take wicked shits, none of this is funny, so don't laugh, I am in hell, and the skummy military is violating my civil rights, and if this was not so, I'd B 2 afraid to print and publish these things, and by now they'd have sued me for liebal and slander, but they don't, and they won't, 'cause it's all frikinass true as raindrops and greenies.

When I was visiting Mom in the different hospitals back in '98, '99, and 2K, asfter they brutally hurt her with some covert death ray, that no one in the medical community, both West Jersey Health System, and Kennedy Hospital, never could diagnose or properly understand and treat, I would encounter other patients in various semi-private rooms, that all but attacked me on many occasion, 4 absolutely nothing, just as Thursday last, Ed and I were verbally assalted first by a really twisted ass nasty lady, and later by a couple of fags from the Atlanticare System, that kept complaining that we were bothering the, and all we were doing was whispering, in fact the Atlanticare dudes were talking louder than we ever were, making their fagish date with each other, as they met here for the first time at this library branch, as per what I could not but help hearing of their loud conversation. But Ed and I, merely whispering, and we were the bad guys. This hell around me has been going on ever since my life was literally fucking 86ed in 1986. Some tell me it is because I kept consisting winning 2 much loot at the AC NJ Casinos. This goes way beyond the godsdamn casinos, as powers involved in all this, go so far beyond your concept of daily ordinary reality, if I attempted to express it in real detail, both u and I would just B engaging in time wasting efforts.

I told Jim Burr, and got his permission, back in 1982, to run an experiment. There was an empty apartment below me at the Voorhees, NJ Robin Hill Apt. Complex, and it was vacant about 100 days, and I didn't want some wack job noisy neighbor to move in and make things bad, but he was unable to move in as I wished, but let me run an experiment, as I was convinced the place for whatever reason, was bugged, by the gods only know who, and wanted to prove to my satisfaction that I am not immagining shit. I winked at my mom, as she was renting it, and I was working at the recording studio, and living there paying her half the rent, so we both could save some money. So I winked, and then said to her that Jim will B coming over to the rental office tomorrow to C about renting the unit. Remember, 100 days, the place is sitting vacant, no sign of piss. I drive off to my job, and when I come back around 9:45 at night, there is a maintnance man in there with a lamp on and some furniture was also in there. Next morning, his slutty girlfriend, a mob connected Playboy Bunny, moves in. When I told this and other similar things to Mr. Ron Wirtz at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, he would not ever look into it, and later lied about Sarah, insisting her name is Kessle, not Callio, a blatent lie. US Search, for those that remember them, u pay to have a search done to locate someone, anywho, a nationwide search for SARAH KESSLE, turns up a big bat zilch, nada, zip.

I was telling Diana Arteemus over the phone, the line is connected from an open line to nowhere, into an electostatic machine where the phone cord is wrapped around the glass of the lightning inside, and we can talk back and forth, anyway, I was telling her that Ed, my garu, is gonna design a MB webpage and get me a MB website. I no sooner was, cancel this, hacker just got me at 10:o6, screen pops up saying not connected to Blogger, publishing might fail, this is teir favorite hack. Let me get help from library staff. Calling FBI if this is messed with, I have had it, I have rights, and this is being witnessed by library staff.