MORIANITY-5, CHAPTER 00003

MORIANITY-5------CHAPTER 00003

TEN MINUTES BEFORE MIDNIGHT, 8 MARCH, 2013

THIS BLOG STARTS HERE FOLKS:

WELL, IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME AND IT USUALLY DOES, I TOLD YOU GINA, AND EVERYONE ELSE, THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD FLY THESE TWO WEEKS, AND IT HAS THIS WEEK, EVEN MORE THAN THE LAST WEEK; WITH THE DOW JONES UP EVERY SINGLE DAY, BIG TIME, TO NEARLY A FULL FOURTEEN AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS, SO GO AHEAD PEEPS, AND JUST TELL ME THAT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT, WITH BOTH THIS, AS WELL AS ALL THE OTHER BULLSHIT ON THESE SEVEN PLUS YEARS OF MY MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS!!!!!!!! JUST GO AHEAD.

SLAM SLAM BANG, THESE FUCKING DIRT BAG NABES ARE REALLY AT IT, EVER SINCE TEN THIRTY OR SO; AND IT IS NEARLY MIDNIGHT NOW, MIZZ DEBBIE MAROTTO. OH AND AS USUAL PEEPS, I AM THE BAD GUY, I DID NOT PASS MY INSPECTION. SOMEONE TRIED TO GET ME EVICTED WITH MANY LIES, AND I KNOW WHO IT IS. IT IS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFFS FROM ACROSS THE MOTHER FUCKING HALLWAY, YO, THAT WERE FORCED TO GET RID OF THAT HORRIBLE SUBWOOFER NOISE EVERY DAY, AND FLATTENED MY TIRE, AND OTHER SHIT THAT WE WON'T GET ALL INTO RIGHT NOW, ON THIS BLOG!!!!! THIS DAY IS super super fucking botbar, that much I will say, all though most of the days in this mother fucking MARCH MONTH have been, so there really is no huge fucking shock value involved here, people, YO!!!

What I will discuss on the rest of this blog is really kind of simple, at least for someone suffering through what I'm fucking suffering through since August of 1986, and really, endlessly and forever, but still, this is when whatever was on me, literally fucking quadrupled, YO!!!!!!! It honestly is not complicated, not the main structure of my woes and problems, now as for getting to the very total bottom of the most minute fucking cunt details and elucidations, that friends and foes and fiends is an entirely different tune. You know the old Julliard Musical School of Manhattan joke, or “you should”, Count Quentin Petofi of 1969, as long times are involved with all of this, huh Sir Barnabas, and I don't mean the psych place where I literally made one of the counselors lose it with my life story, and that was back in the fucking Haddonwood fucking days which was a fraction of the totality of what shit all is now today. Aniwho folks, the old joke goes, What do prankster musicians always have a large supply of? Anyone who does not know the answer is SHARPS AND 'FLATS', well, go off to your 'crib' and make a bunch of stupid noises on your techno-drum 'pad'. Drunken Russell T. beware, huh Regis old pal, your lady friend is on TV, YO! Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, this has been about the worst cunt lapping month, since I can remember since August of fucking dirt bag nineteen-eighty-six, YO YO YO!!!

But yes peeps, I'll draw you a a simple and quick little basic illustration on what is going on, and you really should try and relate, all you young video gamers out here, some know the big secret, that really, for all intents and purposes, this entire reality we are existing in is just somebody's UPLINE created VR-VG and no matter how you toss all of the complicated philosophical, scientific, religious, and what have you, other concepts and varying ideas around; this tells the best and most present-time-relatable tale of who we all are, and why we all exist here, we are all someone's globs and drones and droids and whatever words you want to assign to the same thing and truth; and this is one hell of a wild game, since we really are on the other side and while here, we have a fully erased memory of other dream parts or lifetimes throughout the fifth dimension as well as our truer Astral existence. Oh and people, I do not blame the great Isiscylla Sarah-Stacey Krassle, AKA Jehovah and a million plus more other names, as this is simply as her name implies and her distant cousin humanly seemed to know and desire to make it such a famous saying, you all know what this is that I'm referring to, 'it is what it is, so just take out the it-what-it, and there is HER WONDERFUL BLESSED NAME, YO YO YO YO YO YO, right Regis and Rip, and other friends of Atlantic city's famous boardwalk radio station with the dogs on the roof, THE MIGHTY BIBLICAL KINGS ON EARTH, IN SECRET STEALTH, the great one and only, right Paula, not WFMU, but WAYV, so wave on, lovely Atlantic Ocean. I know you are angry with me, but 'IWALU' my TEEN-QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead, cross me over, bridges, railroad tracks, dimensions, the entire United fucking States Copyright Office knows that their files of my musical work, contain all of the REAL AND TOTAL PROJECT BLUEBOOK SECRETS, don't they old pals, Agents Condor and falcon, from 1988, channel 11 WPIX TELEVISION, from that great documentary showed aired that year, titled, “UFO, the Cover up”. Go ahead and doubt these truths people, but the great fucking Library of Congress HAS THESE TRUTHS ALL FUCKING LOCKED AWAY BEHIND LENNY MCKINNON'S MAGICAL '601 RADIO GATES'; AND WE ALL KNOW IT, MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Blacks in the Military', give me a break, Marge Leo of late 1985, no, not you lovely Goddess Keisha in 1999, WOW! CRUNCH, huh Walt Disney Trump Teasers? I will say one thing for the lucky peeps with more limited memory tracks, I ENVY YOU, to me it is a huge tape all the way back to when I was born in the hospital and saw there was snow coming down out of the fucking window of my mom's fucking room, YO. Except for short gap puts from the McGuire Clan, the All Mighty Isiscylla and her peeps, huh pal of my roomy-o; yeah Holmes, as Billy Harner would say so well, a while back; “Don't force me to put you in pain”. You're all a bunch of fucking losers, all of you, the entire EW and all of you. Anyone who wishes a totally innocent fucking person endless harm, that NEVER EVER did anything bad to them; is lower than whaleshit times ten to the ninth power and then some. But you're all a little more interested in the story that can be made simple, so long as we never include intimate details on anything pertaining to it, so here goes:

First, we need to distract from a nightmare that's worse than anyone of you can ever imagine, because you live in reverse to truth, and think existence is precious, when in fact, it is the most horrendous thing imaginable when you understand it in its fullness. Long Story Short (LSS) folks, we need to DISTRACT from a nightmare that you cannot even conceive of its true and total horror, not in a million years with a million Einstein brains. So we come into hyperspace, yes we do lose our Astral Energy from absorbing lots of interactions there, but we could come here knowing this truth, and we instead,, choose to be a lot less intelligent. If we were greater in intellect, then we would have a burden to take with us that would make life so miserable, it would not matter what you have or how happy you think you could be if you had the entire world in the palm of your fucking hand. We used to come into hyperspace with this greater intellect, eons ago. We were able to make individual universes where we not only lived and interacted in and through, but not limited to bodies. We could take one or lose one, at will, and be anywhere in the multiverse at the velocitronic speed of instantaneous thought. But this became quite intolerable, even though we indeed had, or better said, we WERE, Type-3-Civilizations, or carrying them on our back, so to speak; may describe this truth even more accurately. We learned it was better to tone down our possible maximum intellect while here in hyperspace, so as to maintain the non memory of the completeness and wholeness of all of reality, especially the part about WE EXIST, nothing else is true or real, and only the handful of enlightened entities that know the awful punch these words strike with, understand fully what's being fucking said on this blog. But bringing all of this down to a much more simplistic level and language, it goes like freaking this folks:

This is a game. Part of us is here and part of us is not here. The part that is not here is in a realm of true power that controls all of everything, there, and here. All the combined humans and all of their wealth and resources, are a 9 square inch puddle of mud with billions of crawling worms and maggots. This is how the larger part of our own selves, perceives their own lower self blobs and droids, inside their own created video-game of a sort. But they play this game with pretty much the very same motives that we humans play our own, thanks to dudes like Mister Gates, Mister Jobs, Mister Dell, and so on. If they had not been born, others would have, you can be sure of that, this was all figured out in the UPLINE VIDEOGAME, it just ended up being these folks, and could have just as easily been a few other peeps.

As for me, I fit into shit quite differently, and the proof of that is as plain as the nose on any of your faces, folks. Why else do I have all of this mother fucking information, also, why is all of this happening to me, and why can I do impossible things, and anyone who doubts this last sentence, is a quintessential fool, as this has been proven over and over and over, with or without lovely SSJKK in the 'equation'. The game is simple. First, once here, the droids or blobs or globs or little down-line Pack-man entities, “US”, begin living lives. Those that are in control only think that they are. There really are others pulling their strings, and the more powerful and important anyone appears to be in human life, the MORE UNDER CONTROL of their higher selves playing this huge game, they are. The little people have a much smaller amount of puppeteers pulling our strings as we cannot effect this big game anywhere as much as those who make our laws, create our entertainment, govern and rule our every move, and appear to own and control a bunch of atoms held together by an electromagnetic force that nobody to this very day understands 3% of what is really going on. Now peeps, this is what Morianity-5 is going to be getting into, and THEY'LL have to kill me in order to stop me! But this blog however, DOES END for now, right here! NIGHTY-NITE.