LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER NUMBER XXXIII
NOW.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
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My blogs
About me
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Gender |
Male |
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Industry |
Non-Profit |
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Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
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Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
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Introduction |
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
Books |
The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
with the wind, |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Now
before we proceed with the blog, see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
12:56
PM-EDST, TUESDAY, 2 APRIL, 2013
Well
ladies and gentlemen, this morning is filled with a lot of sky
persecution, AGAIN, and I may soon go out and walk around, and check
out my personal hologram for attracting lots of lovely young
aggressive pussy. They want to play war games with me, they can have
it right back. I awoke feeling lousy, but after a good shit, shower,
and shave, am now doing this blog, and plan later to venture out,
after I make some necessary telephone calls first.
I
will only be tweeting today, but letting the turd chewing
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, that they sill do the forbidden thing once too
often, and that is to take me too far to the test limits point, and
then it will be the no turning back end of their global power and
empire, FOREVER,
and ever and ever!!!!!!!!
Once
this happens, they'll need to call on the great family of
'travelers', right RORO places called New Roddenberry Jersey,
YO??????????????? I've made my share of stupid moves, and there is no
reason to think that OTAMM trash cannot do wo as well. Strange things
are also around my apartment, strange weird sounds and other shit,
and so far, today is a total fucking carbon copy (CC) of yesterday,
and as I said, once it is 3 and 4 and 5 or so of this kind of a day,
no Microsucks corporation, NOT THIS KIND ''ODF'' A DAY, you hacker
trash, GET A LIFE, YOU TWISTED DISEASED
PECKER-HEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, a real CC day, the
bull shit in the fucking skies, and the weird noises in the building
here at the Fort Pierce's northeastern hood area where my Public
Housing building is located, along with the computer game playing.
You it is funny, in all of Mister Roker's fantastic necks of the
woods, the symbolism goes on and on, and just because I have yet to
tell a large majority of it, someone out here assumes, aww, that's
it, there is all of it, not quite, numbskull, not quite. I know the
one and only network that is so fascinated with my life and my
literary works, and it's Trump's, ten times over the rest of them all
combined. Ever since I was a boy, that cool dude has always given his
cool weather reports, and yes, a bing and a bang and a slam, so very
soon, I'll be out chasing pussy to see what I can score, and will
take advantage of this assault while I am in the thick of it, but
grind grind, clutch clutch, let's switch the gears and use the clutch
pedal this time, the nabes are banging and slamming and yelling, and
this started up yesterday after a short break off. Anyway folks, my
neck of the woods is filled with jet fumes, door slamming, noise,
persecution, and hacking, ALL OVER AGAIN, LILLY MUNSTER AND DIANA
ARTEEMIS, from another Easter Sunday, back in Ohm-1. Yes, this great
weather person always since the days I can remember watching him on
television as a young dude, always would say what is happening in my
''neck of the woods'', it was more than his trademark, and may end up
being his legacy, Doctor Grantglands. Yeah, choking belts, bad
highways, and then we have necks, it is pretty hard to choke without
a problem in the neck going on, be it naturally or strangulation by
some evil murderer. I totally think his new television commercial
rocks, with the rapidly altering weather. Did you catch enough fish
before that super quick changing weather pattern, old friend? Is any
of this my business, or for that matter doctor, my problem? Well,
mommy dearest Betty, something has been my problem for almost 30
years to the day now, with my unknown bizarre medical condition that
came on me every bit as quickly as Mister Roker's weather change by
the fishing jetty's. WOW, TD LETMEDOWN BANK. Please explain to me one
final thing that has eluded the magical equation for three solid
decades, great Stephanie Taylor? Why is love for just the Carpenters,
I thought this great carpenter brought love for all human kind? Maybe
this 'foaxpox', or however the error is correctly spelled, and as
usual, no help by the Microsucks Department; is the cause of chocking
out the truth, with or without the mighty doctor Schorr and his
psychiatric break with reality theory. In any event, even Joe Mannix
and Mike Conner are involved in the mix of all this, whether they
wish to be or not. There was an episode in the early days of this
really cool detective show of yesteryear, where he forgot who he was
for a day, and a black doctor told him that Sunday is inside his
brain somewhere, showing Mannix a brain scan that he had taken. Well,
looking up at the passing headlights was similar to something with me
as well, after some phony state cops were paid to mess with me a long
time ago. This is only the very start of a very ugly mess, but Mister
Conner who played the part of Detective Mannix, has a very similar
name as the Atlantic county, New Jersey judge who was presiding over
the case of Dawn-Marie king, back when I was involved in the nasty
business of this star-family or (TAWF-70). The only way we could get
this many highways and beltways and chokeways and outlandish
unexplainable train trips to Florida, involving the cassino, a
powerful Jewish clan in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, the area mob, and
inventors of the day every bit in the league with Nicholas Tesla and
Thomas Edison, is if there was a huge master plan, and these items
all were mere pawns and puppets, the resulting of strings pulled,
from a place far away, from my home on the bay, and yet while I
sleep, it seems real, well; to this lost carpenter who needs his
great goddess ISIS, to help guide him back home with her to her great
city forever; only when I finally start figuring a tiny bit of all of
it out, she puts up a mocking website, telling me, that when I get it
figured out, it will be too late. WOW, real funny and real nice, oh
brown eyed, CALL-TEN AT&T, so why not the pranky commercial late
in OHM-9 also by AT&T, huh Miss Blake of the 1983 Annoyance
Caller Bureau? Still think all the belts and necks have been all
choked to death, my Morians? What if I fucking tell you, I have only
opened up a door to a mansion fucking sized room, BRO? What then,
Lenny Briscoe, YO?
OK
good L-4 folks and any other entities, let me go out and do some mild
pussy-chasing, and test out the siege PC theory, that involves no
computers, or unhappy young married ladies. Before I do,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, open command Magnesonic, you know what to do and you
know when to do it, so fucking do it, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and CG-18,
under G-901, G-189, and
S-----T-----O-----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Watch
the real wild weather begin, along with a lot of other nasty messes,
for what you are doing to me, you filthy dirty garbage feasting
Lambrigg Cult!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep smiling Paul Graveyard
Stoddard and McGuire, all McGuire's, oh well, I have said enough to
piss off a lot of suffering folks, both now and hundreds of years ago
on a lovely island, duh.
BYE-BYE
for now, brown eyed Callio KALI-COW, WHAAA!
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