MORIANITY-4
THIS
IS GOING TO BE A VERY BAD DAY TIMES EXPONENT 9
*****BT*****
I
awoke at 8 AM, out of very horrendous vivid 'nightmares'. Doors and
in and out slams are bad, and they were bad since 12:30 this morning,
illegally slamming after hours, DEBBIE MOROTTO. I'll see you in your
frikkin office tomorrow morning. We have a lot to
discuss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is now 10:08 AM-EST, on this messed up but lovely cool overcast
weather-wise, Thursday mouuuuuuuuuuurning, here in Fort Pierced,
Florida, and may the blood drip down all over my red
shoes. LSS, 25 years ago on this very day, I was having a
SUPER BOTBAR DAY, over at my midnight to noon security guard job, at
the AMERICAN HONDA PLANT, on Gaither Road in mount Laurel, New
Jersey. The United States Copyright Office has this whole mess on
fucking cunt cassette tape, I was there with David Roth, my relief
guard, not a lot different than here at this PH Building, only we
weren't attempting to run any Geraldine Snow Shah con jobs or snow
jobs on anybody, we were merely innocent targeted victims by those
with great power, and as the © Office examiners know quite well, we
had none, and still don't, so what can we ever do to fight this
fucking asshole horrific monster of demonic fucking hell,
YO??????????? They say nothing really changes in this life, I TOTALLY
SUPPORT THAT MOTHER FUCKING THEORY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
any-ha, in this nocturnal interaction straight from hell that woke me
up with a slam bang Batman Adam West jolt, that even lowlife neighbor
doors at their worst would be envious of; I was in Port Saint Lucie,
the next town over to my south, at a shopping center, not all that
far from where the Federal Local Social
Security Office is located, right on Federal Highway, or
Route-1, same diff; and I had three large flags that I had hoisted up
onto three tall flagpoles, bright red, with wild designs, and
backward. Ron Wirtz came along out of nowhere and told me that the
authorities in town want me to be brought to justice for doing this,
and that I would have to do some jail time. When I asked how much, he
said not a whole lot, but some. I told him that I had no memory of
even putting these flags up. He did not look like the Ron I knew, and
was a much larger and taller man, and a lot younger, younger than me
by as much as ten to fifteen years, whereas here in this universe
where I'm typing this blog, he was more like closer to twenty years
my senior. As I was speaking to him at this mini-mall parking lot, he
said that I should try coming back late at night and take them down
and hope I am not caught by the authorities looking to prosecute me
in Port Saint Lucie. Now in this parallel universe, where I'm typing,
I do have a judgment filed on me from JC Pennies for an outstanding
debt, and other folks will also be filing against me soon, as thanks
to what happened to me back in New jersey with the Monster King
branch of THAT-FAMILY-1970 as I call them or (TAWF-70), my credit has
been totally mother fucking wrecked, ruined, and is shot to fucking
ass hell. Still, you don't go to prison for owing money when you
legitimately are broke and cannot repay, and am saving dribbles and
drabs towards another personal full Chapter seven bankruptcy, like
the one I declared back in the year 2004 on that horrible day of
flashmob super-sluts, and gangs of enemy kids surrounding me
everywhere I tried to go. As with that day, today, and many other
days, I would not set foot outside of my apartment for all the
fucking free love in the whorehouse. I remember my twenty-fifth
anniversary of this horrible fucking hellish day back in 1988 at the
American Honda plant, all too cunt eating well, ladies and freaking
gentlemen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
It
will be an interesting challenge later, to see if I can win any units
with my hypothetical systems-roulette play, and maybe, just fucking
cunt lapping MAYBE, I'll decide to blow some minds and tell about
this system. Used by regular normal folks not under some monster
fucking ass Huntington-Curse, it could theoretically just about shut
down the fucking casino game of roulette, their biggest fucking
money-maker. You won't like me when I'm angry either, Doctor David
fucking Bixby Banner, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know a lot of peeps don't
know this fact of Hollywood gossip, but when that hulk dude, who I
envy so much, not because of his big muscles, but because he cannot
be persecuted with SOUND like I can, as he barely can hear, but did
you know that he really did flip over that automobile in that pilot
episode show where the first DeGama radiation hit him and his first
change occurred out beyond his laboratory? It was wired up to flip
over, but the system broke, and he was so pissed off out in the rain
and had been shooting all day long on the set, and he did it all
himself out of anger. This is what I am talking about with many
things in Morianity. Here we have a fictional television show about a
man who when he gets angry, becomes this hulk character. Then on the
very pilot episode, a real life circumstance presents itself that
matches the theme of the show. You can fact check this with any good
reliable Hollywood source. There is powerful magic in Hollywood,
especially back when things were done with analogue recording. Things
do tend to come to pass in strange ways, if certain things are
recorded and re-recorded, and played back, on analogue apparatus.
When they found all this out through ''ME'', in the seventies and
early into the eighties, this is why they began altering and turned
this entire deal into a digital-world. When I say I've changed this
timeline, it is not exaggeration, but an under-exaggeration if
anything, and that's one example; there are a good dozen more, I
assure and promise you all of 'THAT', fiends and friends, and Sir
Roddenberry Rockdroid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the study of the OFF-GRID time of 2008, and the way something
must have gone down during this period, as my blogs, just as SSJKK
said to me in deep trance a few weeks ago, maybe a month now; reflect
a whole different theme, pre off-grid time and post off-grid time. I
have made a copy blog not yet posted, where I have altered the
printing to a different color, at powerful critical kep places, that
indeed show me what the great SSJKK was referring to, and I feel I'm
only starting to really get the whole picture, as something must have
happened, similarly to Paula visiting me in early summer time in 1996
at Highview Apartments, and all the times on Tennessee avenue when I
have no memory of stuff like CALLIO giving me her name over Bob
McGuire's bar telephone, on February seventh, in 1997; and nearly a
decade later in my car, with Edward Himacane Lynch; where our
video-cam, picked up what we have no memory at all of ever happening.
So don't tell me that this 'family' is not from far beyond the stars,
and realities, of this cosmic egg, folks; as I fucking know totally
better, BRAH!
After
that horrible incident of thinking that I AM going to have to go to
jail, I physically woke up feeling as though I had been struck down
by a cunt chewing freight train. By the way, some of the forgotten
names on the list of those who promised they wold help me on the
computer, besides what I listed earlier, would be Kelly, Sigmund, and
Rick. I will bet one million fucking mega-dollars US, that Ryan will
let me down as well this year; as he already let me down with that
horrible mickey mouse voice that he told me I would like, but then, I
know this was an entirely shifted hyperspace move, and once you have
experienced your share of these fucking Incollingo Chocolate Cupcake
incidents and accidents; you know what you know, and nobody will ever
talk you out of it, because simply re-stated, YOU
KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew I shoulda' stood my
ground, in or out of freaking Florida, back in the summer of 198-
with dirt bag Lenny McKinnon, and said I'll bet you a million dollars
that you will never help me become a paid songwriter. Even Paul
Pedersen, got my shit played around the world, and that is quite an
experience to tell your great grand children all about someday. For
right now, my attitude is like General George Patton's. It's simple
and it's short and dirty and gets the point across, as neither one of
us are or were, looking to win any fucking popularity contests. FUCK
THE WORLD, BABY! I have my own huge monster ass problems, peeps; so
that's that! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
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