MORIANITY-4
REALITY
THREE AND THE OLD TWILIGHT ZONE SHOW:
Any
fan of the old black and white Twilight-Zone television show, knows
what I am about to discuss. It is the episode where aliens land on
the outskirts of a town, disrupt everyone's phones and cars and
electricity, and get them to all turn on each other. It also is what
I touched on just a small bit, in my 2008 and 2009 blogs back when I
resided in New Jersey, and called it 'Reality-Three'. All the people
in town were running around scared and paranoid, accusing each other
of being the monster, or behind the invasion of monsters, and what
have you, and this was the exact plan of the evil invaders on the
UFO. The show ended with the one evil prick saying to his associate,
how this is an example of how they would conquer this planet, going
town to town, one to another, one to another, one to another. Each
person involved in the nightmare of being at the mercy of this wicket
plot to take over the world, had a million names that would be
equivalent to my naming stuff like WOMO, or OTAMM, or IF, LAMBRIGG
CULT, or MILITUFORCE, and on and on. Each began to see the stuff
going on as from others in the neighborhood, and it ended with them
all destroying each other. Now fortunately for all out you who may be
reading this MORIANITY, there are no evil UFO INVADERS, there are no
plots in that conventional way, of taking over or destroying our
world, and so on. However, there is something 1000 times more real
and powerful than if this was what was going on. I need you to see
and understand just this little bit of my telling you about this
fictional old sci-fi television show, so you then will be able to go
on and compare it to what I will now tie in that is not one bit made
up fiction. Also near in mind that this is just the most recent stuff
around me here in Fort Pierce, Florida, and does not begin to be some
all inclusive report or biography of my entire inconceivable life of
hellish nightmare and unexplained endless horrendous mysteries, that
separate me from society and the ability to ever have any kind of
near normal life.
Why
Debbie Morotto, my office resident manager of this PH Building, and
more wonderful initials that are endlessly 'inescapable as promised,
hot or cold'; thought that this Dell guy would help me, is unknown to
me. It may be all innocent and flower rosy and it may have darker
agendas like 'HA-HA Bikes and choppers' I can never know these things
for sure unless I could take about ten people out to an alligator
swamp, tie them up and beat and torture them until one of them told
me the truth about what has been happening to me for 50 fucking
years. I do not plan on doing anything like this, but without taking
such wild action, I will not ever get the answers, and I KNOW THAT,
100%!
At
first, this dude was going to help me, and one thing led to another,
and now he has no time to help me, maybe in a month or two, how would
'MY' say or put it, ''Oh yeah, right''? Let us do a long dirty
laundry list of folks who said they would help me with my computer,
and never would. Mister Dell is the most recent, then going back and
hopefully not forgetting or omitting anyone; we would have Dennis,
Camille, Meagan, Jasper, and I know that I am missing quite a few all
in-between these names, as this is very depressing, and folks wonder,
gee Mark, why do you get depressed, and lash out against the world
and curse abnd say that people are rotten and no good at all? Well if
I have to explain it, then doing so is just wasting everyone's time.
But the story is a lot bigger than this. At this building, the
security has 24-7 guards at the ground floor security desk, that
rotate on 4 hour shifts. The guard who relieves the Dell guard, lives
right next door to the noisy nabes directly across the hall from me,
and they all are friends and go in and out of each others' apartments
on a very regular basis. A door closes around three every morning as
well as seven every morning, and that is the neighbor next door to
the nabe across from me, going to relieve the Dell Guard, and then
coming back, each day, all seven days, and I came to learn from the
Dell guard, that these shifts are 28 hours per week, all seven days,
and he told me that the relief guard lives on my floor. It was my
nabe who also knocked on my door and thought that I was hacking him,
the day that Chase Morgan Dennis from the Public Library, was over
here back on the eighteenth day of last December, I do not know what
game Debbie the office manager is playing with me, but I do know that
I will either get to the bottom of it this week, before this week in
over, or I am driving to the State Capitol, and they'll have to lock
me up if they won't hear my story and make at least a modicum of
effort to help look into my problem, whatever it really is, Doctor
1984 Sorethroats Doogie Howser. But the point I AM attempting to make
here people is really not all that complicated. I AM not trying to
prove my Stockholm Kidnapping by the most powerful EXPLORATRON
FAMILY is the multiverse, I am not trying to prove the
mathematical and statistical odds of the Pope choosing the church
right down the road from the house where my bloody shoes were
kidnapped into by Ann and Dawn-Marie King, out of what, millions of
other possible churches of Roman Catholic religion, all across the
rest of the continental United States, I am not trying to prove how
HADDONWOOD
CLUB was some sort of an EXPLORATRON cosmic meeting
place for the other ES, not the beautiful tall building, I am not
trying to prove the details of intricacy on rocket science and
propulsion, Quantum Dynamics, or any other issue that is much ahead
of the fourth grade lesson books. I am just saying that if you do not
know of that particular Twilight Zone show, then ask your library or
some video rental or sales place near your location, to get it for
you on a DVD or a BR, or whatever, then watch it abnd then understand
how M4 is going to really be getting into R3 and not just getting
into it, but it will also be the theme, all throughout it as well, my
friends and fiends.
I
went to my doctor today, and more strange stuff is happening to me.
He will not be in until a week from now, and they do not reschedule
patients, or at least they do not do this for me. They just make you
see other associate doctors, who will not write my scrips. So I have
a new appointment to see him next month. If the games continue; as
for some time, I think that he is trying to lose me as his patient,
and will not come out and say it to my face, with all this crazy
so-called insurance changing junk, and other stuff; and scheduling me
on days he is not there, and so on, then it will be time to get a new
doctor. I have too much on my mother fucking plate, to have this
narc-squad fucking crap hanging over my head on top of my already
beyond mother fucking miserable nightmare endless hell life and sub
vampirism without the lovely company of Roseann. If they force me to
leave the states, and move south of the border, where this particular
problem would be over forever, then that is what I'll have to do in
March, as I am not going to choke to death, while these fucking
family dirt bags all sit around laughing at me and cheering me on to
go six feet underground. I'm a survivor, and you will not kill me,
mother fucking jerk offs, and THAT, Sir Rockdroid, I'LL PROMISE YOU;
SHARON OTHEROUCH CROSSDRESSERSPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is only a matter of time, and I will fucking do something that
destroys this entire planet, if you god dam fucking LAMBRIGG
REALITY-3 bastards, don't get the hell out of my fucking OJ life, and
leave me the fucking shit alone!
CAREFUL
P.B. KING, and Mister Mayor Future-Knower of 1997.
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