MORIANITY
PART 5,
CHAPTER
XV
THURSDAY,
21 MARCH, 2013, 12:41 AM-EDST
Here
is what the evil SATAN has done to me today, if you wish to keep the
Catholic Church happy with their exact nomenclature.
I
did not get up, watch ''Leave it to Beaver'' on television, go to
work, pet a stray cat, and come out. Nor did I keep the Beaver's
famous diary of boredom that frightened his parents half to death,
only real fans of the show have a clue what I'm talking the fuck
about, any-ha. Rather, what did occur was as follows: I awoke late
around half past one yesterday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon. All
was fairly quiet until a horrible mother fucking door slam at about
8:40 PM just out of nowhere. This has been a contrast, as even though
these ass-wipes do go in and out, a number of times twice a day, at
late morning, and mid afternoon; and then sometimes evening and late
night times as well; but this week has been a bit quieter. When this
one particular jit bag is over in there, he is the real fucking door
slammer. This monster prick scum bastard knows that he is doing it on
purpose, and has hated me ever since the fucking cunt day that he
arrived in this building, for reasons that only this sick shithead,
or his master, Satan-2005 Nikolai, from Left Behind World at War,
Afro-American Presidents, and the weird effects of
electronic-metaphysics; but al that extra hyperbole is neither hair
nor Donna Adrian Gaines there. But this is not where things really
started, because 40 minutes earlier at the stroke of fucking eight,
the computer pops on all by itself with another mother fucking
invasion from the Microsoft dirt bag corporation, that loves to
insist on doing updates to your machine that most of the time end up
fucking your shit all to hell and screwing crap all fucking cunt
lapping up. This is not the first time, it seems to happen every
other Wednesday at eight of the clock in the
Post
Meridian, as I never forget fucking shit, my good folks.
So
after the 8:00 and the 8:40 bullshit, my next two attacks were the
clock on the computer being set back by an hour again, and I had to
reset it, and then just now, a few lines back, I typed in the word of
and retyped it, after looking up and seeing the fucking word ODF come
out instead, via Microsucks hacking. Yes, that great Trinidad
Broadcasting Network, TBN, Fort Pierce, Florida's Comcast Cable
Channel number 10, (Trinity) if you happen to be not residing in the
great southwest-world, right lovely Connie Ruby-Rosa? Now here is a
fox worth burning in hell for, and all guys know it! Yes, they had a
great movie that I may have mentioned once before someplace within my
last seven plus years of blogging, its name, “Left Behind, World at
War”, from 2005. I find a lot of things that most good people just
so readily and willingly accept in human life; just too bizarre to be
randomly coincidental. They are all happening for a precise fucking
ass reason, and I know it, and if you wish to believe me or not
believe me, well, viva America, or what the hell's left fucking of
it, and freedom, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
my 70-DAY OFFGRID time in 2008, is a story that has no way of being
told, since my memories have been messed with, and all I have is the
same access to the same blogs that any of you do also, and all of my
cassette taped journal of my life, was all destroyed, and this
obviously was all long planned quite fucking meticulously by the
great SATAN, and all that this word can ever really truly stand for,
depending on who any of you are, and what your actual personal
religious or atheistic beliefs or non-beliefs may be. Still, we're
now gonna' fucking discuss the middle February through middle May of
OHM-8 right here and right now, if I have the unwritten permission
from lovely Anita Van-Buren from the Law and Order television show. I
think I fell madly for her when I saw her once from Mullica Township
on a show from somewhere between 90-92, and she was not a police
person, but a lovely lady from good old Harlem. Wow World Labs, do
the coinkeedinks ever ever stop, or does it just keep going faster
and slower, and flowing along like a Robert Andrews river from good
old Mashell opinionated nineteen-hundred and eighty????????? A, what
can I can say here Tony Lightboss? If you really wanna' keep the ES
out of your head, and don't like the empire State Building idea, and
forget it any-ha as there are huge fences up there so you cannot
jump; but you need to understand my old discussions called the
''Danza-Discovery'', and we need not discuss any of this right now on
this exact whittle bwog, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AO, OA, and the
rest of good old NYC, but moving this right along folks; lotsanlots
of shit happened at the Highview Apartments, including the conception
of my wonderful awesome PEE. Now the 3-D laser printers have finally
come out, and the E-BAY peeps are just about to cash in on some wild
new shit, that was all told about back in the early blogging days
from 2006-2008 up in fucking Jersey. The gods help me Archie Bunker,
right dude? Oh and I fucked up, it was Sarah Eastman who married into
the family a long time back, marrying old Dude Huntington, as told on
that previous blog, you cannot marry into it and then catch our
curse, it does not work like the fucking flu virus and then too much
making out crap, sorry, my error. I do not even remember his dam
name, another blocked gap out, and all of them seem to be
''family-related'' and honestly folks, no pun intended there,
WHAAAAAAAAA!
Yes,
that magic 'leppy' time circa of good old mid month 2 through mid
month 5 of oh-eight. Well, at least the Jupiter Inlet has high
technological explanations for how we can keep snapping a different
time shot of their beach water bridge camera down there, but as for
the magic and parlor tricks involved with all the shit, not only in
these 75 days or so give or take; but really; ever since my going
into trance, and rehearing the
way SSJK sang her song to me from 1980 called, “Love
is for Carpenters”, from work somewhere late in 2006,
and redoing it myself on a cheap little karaoke machine. But still,
it was this period where my blogs totally ceased, that my life
altered and anyone reading my blogs, from January through June, or
the entire first half of the year of 2008 of these blogs; knows this
is not something you will find anywhere else on the internet, not
when a family from behind the universe itself is all involved, and
were all along, but like the Holy words separate the Old and the New
Testaments, this magical period where I was off-grid, distinctly
shows a time both before and after, my ever becoming personally privy
to these WASHCLOTH NIGHTMARES, at least since they began in that form
at Tom Reale's home on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey back in
1970. Oh sure, shit like this is all over the fucking net. Why not
tell me some more gigantic fish tales? A family continued to appear
to me in some type of outlandish consecutive serial repeating dreams
while I was staying at that child molester's home that summer, back
in '70.
Good
Morians, and all of L-4 and even 'beyond', let me tell you a little
quick thing here before signing off and crashing into bed. Just as
they say on the Law and Order, the promoters of the show themselves,
and since so much of it seems to revolve around me and my life right
down to its beginning shortly after my first meeting at the Camden
County, New Jersey, Prosecutor's Office, on December 5, 1989; and
I'll quote them, “You just can't make stuff like this up”. As
usual, these folks are far beyond 100% correct and on the dam money.
Take that to the bank, and please, fave bank, please, let me have my
wonderful WOW-TRUCK back, I really miss it and I really miss my
wonderful Stacey. Living here in mortal life is pure hell beyond
anyone's concept, once
they remember while awake, HER, and HER great city.
No comments:
Post a Comment