MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
12:34
AM-EDST, 28 APRIL, 2013, SUNDAY MORNING
Ok
people, this was a quieter day and I have had time to think and
reflect on the recent events, of basically two weeks time. I am
directly involved in my own life, and so my objectivity on many
things, naturally is questionable, all I can do therefore is my best
while attempting to describe and cogitate on much of this personal
nightmare that surrounds me and has done so for nearly three score of
time now. Let me get right into this, my good viewers, L-4, folks,
and or whatever.
AS
ALWAYS, the great somewhat national celebrity Mister Kevin Tredaux,
as many know quite well, would remind us continually on his TV as
spots, how “It is always all about the money”. Only a moron after
age 35 or so needs him or anyone to make us see that reality. But I
say something that I've said many time previously, and that is that
with me and my hellish situation, it really honestly does appear, “to
be all about the music”. I'm sure you want me to expound and
clarify this with simple yet quick elucidated details, so I will
gladly do so, good folks. Please, in the name of Jesus Christ All
mighty, listen to me, and before you make up your mind about this,
really listen to my words with your heart, not just your mind,
pretend that I am your son if that helps, and if you can do so
without hurling.
Let
us go back to twelve days ago, to a week from last Tuesday. I went,
on advice from the normal library that I go to, to a sister branch on
the west side of North Fort Pierce, Florida, just a few blocks from
where I used to live before coming to reside here at this PHA
Building. Again, I was there with the intent of trying to get my
song, “You'll Be Crossing Over” to be uploaded to my Youtube
account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/
and was not treated very well there, and it was as though they
already had it all planned out to be that way with me when I came in.
They could not be sure when I was coming, but I did phone ahead to
talk to that same dirt bag, Rick, who screwed me at the other library
down on Melody Lane when he was going to help me with my blogs back
when I was having all that trouble with the Tweeting rockin' robins
in the summer time in 2010, causing the stock market to soar as a
result, from around 8400 points up to just under ten thousand points
within only a few months, via the parallel-event between hurting me
and the Dow Jones always going up as a result. Again, as with that
other bad time in my life in August of 2010, after this time, the
DJIA has soared up for two solid weeks after having its first down
week in ages after this ridiculous absurd ludicrous based on nothing
rally, began growing so powerfully this year in 2013. If this in all
honesty is really all up in my sick imagination for 27 years, then I
really do have one hell of a fantastic imagination, so much so, that
there is no way that peeps who indeed know I exist, and I think my
copyright record speaks for itself that this is quite real and true
and not imagined, then these lovely folks would have long ago made me
an offer to write for one of their studios and make them a marvelous
mint of cash, with my WILD IMAGINATION. I think we all up here on
this blog, KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, with this, with all
of my life's woes, with parallel event and the stock market and my
persecution done intentionally, with my family, with my daughter,
with Hyper-Space and other matching initials; and most
especially, with music.
I
find it very difficult to believe, that any 'for-real' peeps up here;
do not see and believe, that this entire story is all real and true
and honest, and pitiful; and the best words to be added here, would
be demonically monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will not insult my audience, of which I know is between ten and forty
nice folks. You all know this is all the truth, after-all, just what
would I possibly have to gain with a story this totally outlandish
and inconceivably absurd, be it a work of either fiction or lack of
mental health. I am not saying that I am the most healthy person
alive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and on I could go, but I
sure try hard, and I am the product of one hell of an unfathomable
amount of covert and totally illegal abuse, from a very powerful
group of absolutely horrendous wicked rotten people, who most
assuredly, to use old lingo terms, will endlessly burn in a horrible
hell someday, for doing all this unspeakable detestable and
despicable stuff to me, an innocent pathetic harmless victim of their
criminal mischief that rivals even what Hitler ever did a long time
ago in Germany. This is just honest truthful words, and if they bite
or hurt, then whoever may be reading them and in pain, is in for 'a
ticket south', to quote my old pal, banged up blue nungen car and all
from the middle eighties, Ugie Horowitz AKA and under Hollywood stage
name, Michael Landon.
Well
people, let me keep this moving right along. None of us are dumb, and
I have been told by somebody that I am just looking for my 15 minutes
like everybody else. This is a filthy dirty rotten lie, good folks. I
am looking for a lot more than 15 minutes. I am looking to start up a
great foundation that would aid many people just like me with
terrible problems, people being persecuted by all sorts of evil mean
pursuers of them, ex lovers, family, revenge seekers, even
financially distressed individuals, even those in trouble with
Internal Revenue, any kind of persecution. Now this foundation would
always operate within the boundaries of the legal system, and would
even try to assist those in trouble, contributing one dollar for
every dollar they pay, things like that. This is my dream, and has
been since 2006 when I started all of this on-line junk, at the
suggestion of the two peeps in my life then who though that it may
solve some of my horrible problems, Christopher Bennett, and Edward
Himacane Lynch. But there have been a couple of very mean and jealous
folks, who have accused me of using, or trying to use, my situation
since 1980-1989, whatever that situation really
is in reality in this universe,
with my mystery-caller-goddess of all and or any BABYLON locations,
and in or out of any regular time STM illusions, in all of this. This
was always about as far from my mind as anyone can imagine, and when
I began my blogging and Morianity early in 2006, I did not even have
a clue about half the stuff that I have now come to learn as the next
few years ticked along. I do not use people, I try and find a
mutually acceptable cooperation that is anything but one sided, and
for any reason if this is not agreed to, then I am off to the next
project, and so on.
This
applied to CHEMTRAILS,
and anyone with a brain, and with ears; understands. Then it was
revealed to me, just like the Disney thing; a short while after the
CT
video was posted
up, that if something is done; it sort of proves that all of this
goes beyond the realm of miracles and pope canonizations and any of
it. I speak of comparing two tunes and then using a little techno-pop
machinery of the eighties in conjunction with some tapes that for
reasons none other than pure providence, happened to make it down
with me to Florida, the night that I packed a very few things, and
ran away from where I was being SS Kidnapped, by distant cousins, and
this is not me talking, this is a close cousin to a top recording
artist, the great BonJovi for gods sake. He is the one who saw all
this, brought it to my attention, and then, for wild reasons, after a
long time operating a sound studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, one
day shortly after this mess was all going down live, poof, THE
END, no more
Avalon BonJovi studio to go to and do my projects. Oh, and this is
all just by pure random coincidences. Well, Jack McCoy, Abbey
Carmichael and the entire Law & Order gang would not believe
that, and guess what my friends out here, NEITHER DO I, GOOD
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing I don't
believe. It is almost as if ISIS is taunting me, but I cannot be
sure, I have to an FBI here and keep this idea-concept on the
'back-burner' for right now due to insufficient intelligence data,
after-all, I have been cut off from all contact, everyone has totally
abandoned me and hates me, and for nothing that I have legitimately
done to any of them. To say it biblically, this entire thing is just
about as SATANIC AND DEMONIC
AS IT GETS, good peeps. But what do I mean by taunting. Well, if I
had watched and taped that silly show that MC suddenly just out of
nowhere decided to do, I would have had a million words to play with.
I am only interested in what I have of her from the days when she was
playing lab-teck, this is not a game, and just because she wants to
be sixteen forever, I DON'T. None of this was a game, and it was all
done to try and break out of whatever it is that has been going on
all around me since 1980 give or take, and it was her all along, and
a moron can see it. If I were just trying to make a thousand unknown
tunes of great known artists, I would be taping every dam show on
television for voice retrievals. I live my own life, and it is very
private and personal to me. This isn't some stupid game, it is real,
it is agonizing, and I just OUT OF THIS NIOGHTMASRE, and can any of
you out here really blame me for gods sake? Out of a few recent
things said to me by peeps that I absolutely cannot mention any
names; only one had some powerful merit, and again, proves the
powerful truths about being so close in the forest, as not to see the
trees, an old and very wise-person's expression, at least IMHO, L-4.
They said if dream-music is transdimensional, then how can you say
the tune of “You'll Be Crossing Over” is not from a parallel
universe, when the harmony is done when a teenaged girl is asleep in
a dream, playing lab-technician, in '84? WOW, this person blew me
away, and shows that I have some real thinking peeps out here, and I
will protect their privacy and not divulge any more about them, but
will further elaborate on what this person has suggested. You
are RIGHT, FELLA!!!!!!
I
will no longer click on the song, and will not be posting the full
tune up. I will not be responsible for the possible apocalyptic
results all over the world, should too many people hit the post or it
even mini viral'd as this could indeed be a catastrophic deal. It has
to do with electronic circuitry and the inherent forces behind what
separates all universes from each other in a frequency vibration. You
do not need to know more than that, good peeps. So please, whoever
has made my life so horrible since a year ago when this tune started
all of this, I won't ever post the final mixed CD, and I'll even be
taking down all my Youtube stuff, so please, leave me alone and cut
me a break,, I don't mean any harm to any of you, BEAM ME FUCKING UP
SCOTTIE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My coming to learn
that this stuff causes major disturbances in a STM electromagnetic
field of cosmic proportions, began around 1974. The convincer knock
out punch was 1980 and my demo tunes and Mount Saint Helen's
erupting. Then I still played around with this for about six more
years, and the rest is history, perhaps it';s even why they persecute
me and have since 1986, the timeline fits, and many believe that the
planet is indeed being watched over and even protected by something,
someone, who knows, the gods, ISIS, whatever. But my question
remains, then why do all of this to me, ISIS? Oh well, enough for
tonight,m I just wanted to get this door opened up and have us begin
to lightly explore the foyer area beyond it. We have now sufficiently
done so, or at least, IMHO we have, and Rockford says it all, with or
without his great files, “We can always get back to this”!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY from 1971, WEEEEEE!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NOW ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
AND
I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER 00057.
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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 28 April.
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WHASUP
VIQUEEN MARILOO?
WHASUP
STOCK BROKER GORDO?
WWYWINY MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
Now
the rest of the topic for this blog is about the invention of these
early eighties personal computers, AKA PC's. First, this jerk fucking
off nabe across the cunt eating hallway from me IS PART OF THIS
BUILDING CONSPIRACY WITH THE COMPUTER DELL GUY, and is why I was
unable to secure any help from him, other than to get a mind blowing
course one night from him about the real WOMO (World-Owners) and that
would be none other than MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All
others follow in close seconds or thirds, obediently wagging their
tails behind them; and keeping their heads down, and their yes sir
yelps endlessly strong, loud, and coming. Continue please, you are
reading the section in Morianity for Millennium 3, Chapter #5.
Let
us talk about these PC's, and how this all fits and connects with me,
while bearing in mind the entire time, the little lesson in weaving
and looms and our great great grandma's sowing habits, brought into
the real next generation. First off, without even touching anything
around this little quick next few sentences, let me just say the shit
I feel compelled to say, and get it the fuck out of the way and over
with, YO!
If
I could wake up by some Irish Leprechaun Magic, (ILM) can be used
after this point as a short abbreviation for this three word phrase;
and be a total computer geek black hat cracker hacker, or on that
level without doing anything illegal or immoral, with what I need in
my personal life situation, don't be shy along with me world, as you
know I would use this to my advantage, keeping it as legal and moral
as is humanly possible, but when the road gets real tough here and
there, with all the chips down underneath the surface of the gaming
table, and the skies are all gray and bleak and black and dark; well,
let us not get silly here, or try and fool ourselves. I would use
this and I would make the MILITUFORCE
really PAY for what has been done to me,
and would still quite naturally, be being done to me at any so-called
point of future STM. So the quintessential DUH is of course THEY are
not going to make it real ass super easy for me to reach that
computer savvy stage and point. It really again, as the great Toronto
Bank of WOW says on their really cool TV ad spots, “It isn't rocket
science”, and I'll gladly throw in here, “We do not need your
services, Subaru Vonbrahn. I have tried to spell this dude's name 10
ways back from Sunday, and as usual, MSC is no help at all! Any
celebrated last name spelled as it is sounded out, should be
recognized with groups of words with one being the correct spelling.
Yes, gear shift, no grind, these scum over there have been in and out
all night, 1,2,3,4,5 in the morning, even now at nearly fucking half
past, and Friday, I am telling Debbie that I will write a letter to
whoever runs this building, as this is fucking bullshit, not
'cigarette butt bullcarp'. Yes it is amazing how very inexpensive
items can serve as a spy stethoscope, placed on my door, and listened
to through my headphones on my bed any time I wish. I am a very
paranoid person, it is only a matter of time before I will know a lot
more. The entire put together item cost me under 15 bucks, and is a
great investment, as I need to know what goes on with ENEMIES. If
folks would not harass and persecute me, I would never think of doing
things like fucking this. I had to take a break, and go on, what
David Roth used to call, late in the nineteen-eighties; a 'Crampana
Shit Attack', only his main one that I'll always clearly remember, he
also called the Dark Shitholes Attack, as he actually had the balls
after being hit with a WOMO death beam at the Westmont, New Jersey
High Speed-Line Train Station; to use the back yard woods, behind
Roseann Delaney's home, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; to keep from
browning out in his Bermuda shorts; TEE HEE HEE, Lilly M. Things like
this do not happen with consistency and regularity to normal average
healthy grown men, such as myself and David. So what else can the
explanation be? I am surely not making up this story. Would I be
proud to say I am always getting horrible fucking shit attacks, and
not always properly making it to a facility, over the past 27 fucking
cunt years? Give me a break, Margie Leo, 4 freaking crissake. Let us
return now to the original topic of the personal computer and me, and
our twining interaction. If I could do all the things I'd like to be
able to do with them, my enemies would be in very serious trouble,
until they came over covertly and stealthfully, and did a Marie Fahey
on me, in the name of domestic enemy terror, and the Patriot Act; or
some other total nonsense mother fucking garbage that if you added
three dollars to, would get you a dozen shinny quarters; and that's
all it would get you, YO!!!!!! If this was a fair world, I could sue
the fucking FBI for breaking intentionally, all of my legally paid
for and totally owned, electronic equipment, back early in this
century, while I lived at the Mullica Mobile Manor, just east of
fucking cock sucking Hammonton, Blu-Berryville, in New Green-Garden
State Jersey, let me get off this blog beach for now, GOV, and return
to the topic of PC's and me!!!!!!!!!!!! No, they don't show this
dirty part of the FISA shit, on the great L&O TV show, but in
real-life, they break your stuff, after all; what the fuck can you do
about it, complain; and almost get locked up, by the fucking
worthless Mullica Township Cops, back that day? Whaju say Dawn and
Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEIT!
Now
these fucking miserable jerk off nabes of mine, come into their unit
after visiting with this asshole on my floor with the computer, who
knocked on my door that day on 12/18/2012, when I had Dennis Chase
over here from the local Publix, posting my 'YBCO' harmony track
tune, to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/
BRO!
I
know they all are friends, and constantly visit with each other, and
conspire to fuck with me, both with my not getting any computer help,
remember the story the resident manager of my building told me about
Tom being bored with nothing to do, only he tells me that he's too
fucking busy to aid me with my PC? Oh yeah, right, sure, shore, most
definitely makes total sense, and it does, and I am not being fucking
facetious, as it makes complete 100% sense. It is a plot to keep me
fucked, fucked, fucked, and FUCKED!!!!!!!! Those that won't see my
story is all real and true, SIMPLY DO NOT WANT IT TO BE TRUE. AFTER
ALL, IT MIGHT JUST TOUCH THEM, OR SOMEBODY WHO THEY LOVE, IF IT IS
TRUE; and that is not within their mother
fucking comfy cozy zones, but is totally within the zone of
the GWPOS, or Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome, that I have
told over and over about an incident that happened in the middle
fucking nineties. WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!
Folks,
I went on a real roll for two fire alarms every day, along with the
nabes back on a roll, simultaneously, and one time was definitely set
off by them, as they were talking to the FD and saying, as I told all
ready on a prior blog, This is bull crap, it is just smoldering
cigarette butts. I merely spelled all of the words correctly on this
dam blog, BRAH!
The
first two thirds of the year of 2008, in its own way was bigger than
the same time period in 1986, 22 years earlier. Studying my blogs or
archiving them at the website at BLOGGER, using this address:
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
or http://theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
will
reveal powerful beyond wild and unfathomable shit. You can see how
the entire MENTALIST show was created from this blog, you can see
Jason Forrest's comment, accidentally posted in haste I suppose, on
my blog by him, saying how this blog, meaning MY BLOG, is where he
made a lot of money in Cali, to quote him exactly, and so much more.
The real power is two things this time, unlike in 1986. first, all of
the 1986 records are conveniently lost now, thanks to a wonderful
star family, and second, this is more of a recent group of events.
All of my original life journal on cassette tape is gone forever,
unlike my blogs posted at BLOGGER, as well as other websites for
bloggers, during these incredible times of cosmic proportions. Also,
unlike the first time, I know so much more than I did back then, more
things, more players in the cosmic colorful weaving system, and more
aware living witnesses to force in court if ever taken that far, that
will either tell some powerful truths under fucking ass oath, or
commit perjury to keep many gargantuan secrets. Just yesterday, as it
is now 5:55 AM-EDST, a very beautiful two minute period each and
every 24 hour cycle or 'day', on this April 25, 2013; I was playing
around with the WORDPRESS BLOGGING SITE. For no reason about two
months or so ago, give or take a month, one day, I went to paste in
my blogs typed from my word office 3.1 system, and unlike before,
both Wordpress and Blogger sites, no longer pasted it in, as it
appeared on the office document, on my PC. However, the BLOGGER
software, compensates somehow, and places the format back into the
way I had it on my own PC Office System Program, or 3.1 Open Office.
I keep hoping for WORDPRESS to install the similar software, but I
have come to see their game. I think if I am willing to pony up a
nominal 25 dollar fee each year, not bad at all; they will give me a
real domain, so I plan to do this; as long as I can post up my songs,
my blogs, my photographs, and stuff the way I do at the Blogger site,
and have it all work; links, all of it. If this was $25 per month, I
could not afford it, but 2 dollars and change, per month is
reasonable enough for me to say yes, and agree to this 'dot me'
thing. Hay, like the fucking lady at 1101 Robin Hill Apartments, when
I was next door to her, in late 1983, and into 1984; at 1102
Apartment number; said to me through the door that afternoon early in
1984, “It's ME”, and later on, I had a powerful dream where she
forced me onto the roof of the building, and gave me excruciating
pain by some magical power, that blows me away every time to this
day, that I so much as remember that 'dream' for even a tiny little
fucking second. In the dream she again reiterated only slightly
varying her words spoken through my door in waking life or in this
universe; I AM A 'ME', and this wild shit was all written down in my
'so-called' fictional 1994 book, copyrighted in WASH-DOC-600-13,
called, “The Permission Barrier”. In waking life she said
something equally awesome and outlandish to me through my dam door.
She said I need to know something, and that if I do not open the
door, and let her come in and tell me; I will regret it for the rest
of my life. Is anyone reading this, seeing this word yet, 'WOW'?
A
very beautiful full moon is shinning out there above me, 99% full and
still waxing, becoming full at around noon today. I LOVE YOU
BEAUTIFUL LUNA, MY SPECIAL BABY BLOND, AND MY WONDERFUL AND AWSOME
LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, AND
I'LL NEVER EVER LET YOU GO, NOT FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, MY
ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 657 and 123, but does that
equal 1984 or 1983, or even the mighty all seeing Mister fiction book
author Orwell???????????????? Where does 'megawater' fit into this,
and for that matter the great 'SUNRAM'? This is what all came
flooding back to me, in early 1996, under intense psycho-therapy
hypnotism; at the Wolf Clinic, on Main Street, in Moorestown, NJ,
right next to REMOMAX. Wow, Mike Sotas. Bad news, you're no
competition with Super-Girl Keisha. So bring those fire engines
roaring, OTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE, WEEEEEEEEEEE.
Still with all of this said, the entire interaction of all of the
twine all over the world, creates the IF (Interaction Force), and
within that force, is the very gun powder that is needed to work the
magic of what I have spoken rarely about over nearly seven and a half
years of my blogging now, “REALITY-THREE”. We will get real deep
into Reality-3, very very soon.
Diana,
I saw your wonderful moon on the Jupiter Cam, all orange and lovely
and creamy-dreamy, my endless love. I am your little boy forever and
ever, baby-blond; and will be with you very soon, lovely one. IWALU,
BB (baby-blond)!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
This is merely a harmony track. I am
trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING
OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at
the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on,
my wonderful great Morians.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler
and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the
apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently
dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981,
is there any excuse 4U? Signed, da' Mountainpen.
That
was what it was before the WORST MOTHER FUCKING DAY OF 2013 CAME IN,
FRIDAY, it is now Saturday Morning at 25 minutes past mother fucking
midnight, electrical number three cubed, (27) April, 2013. Yesterday
was a major super fucking BOTBAR
DAY. Folks, I have a hell of a monster fucking
story to impart to you all today, and if you're not in the mood for a
really major talk with the Mountainpen here, move it over to the
''NEXT-BLOG'', I strongly urge you, but staying here will result in
some pillow talking from DAD, and many other things. They were
warned, and they did not care or they called my fucking bluff, or
'whatever', Congressman, but that old saying of Dawn-Marie King is
quite fitting here good peeps, “It is what it is”, and again, it
appears to be quite magically buried or cosmically perhaps, as this
contains the built in Goddess of Babylon, both and either one of
them, now or back then; my lovely wonderful and beautiful, who else;
ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK
people, here is what happened, and no one will believe it, and I am
typing it for my own record, not so that anyone anywhere will see it
and believe it. Shit all fucking mighty, if I were you and you were
me; I know I wouldn't believe it, so maybe that tells you to hit that
NB button now. This will get deeper than
your wildest fucking fantasies, sweet adorable Alice Vera Mel, not
greedy Fisher MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is nine minutes shy of one, and I will be calling 911 if this all
day long party, across the hall, does not stop. IT HAS BEEN DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS, SLAMMING ALL MOTHER FUCKING DAY LONG. I do not have to
take this after one in the mother fucking cunt lapping dick chewing
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Actually, it was
pretty quiet until 3 in the afternoon, then one by one, these evil
vile uncouth monster slobs, begin filing in; and by quarter past four
late yesterday afternoon, it was slam slam
bang, and still is, at one in the cunt eating morning. I
have a powerful feeling, the FUCKING CUNT POLICE WILL BE HERE, BEFORE
THE SUN RISES. I WILL NOT BE ABUSED THIS WAY, AND JUST SIT FUCKING
HERE AND EAT THIS FUCKING SHIT, FROM THESE FUCKING TWISTED DISEASED
MONSTERS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They know the other
neighbor is away, my pal Stanley, or they would not make this much
cock licking fucking noise all day and night; but if only I
AM HERE, 1988 or no fucking 1988; PROPHET OF FUCKING
CUNT MCDONALD'S NOTHING; THEN I'LL GET ROYALLY AND TOTALLY FUCKING
ASS
SCREWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But if this day was just THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER OVER ACROSS THE
FUCKING HELL-HALL, WITH HIS DIRT BAG EVIL SCUM BAG PEEPS; I could
take it, but unfuckingfortunately for me; this is only a part of my
fucking hell on this beyond MONSTER ASS FUCKING DAY FROM HELL CUBED
CUBED CUBED AND CUBED, AND BEYOND ANY NORMAL ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING
B—O—T—B—A—R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Far
beyond seeing constant fucking CLOCK-ONES, and other constant
ONES-ATTACKS from Miss Dirtbag
Jane Sleazeweedsdisease BITCH, from 20 years ago, in fucking cunt
eating '93; I have dropped shit, injured myself, been attacked in all
possible ways including one of the worst health death ray beam
assaults ever, where I was on the toilet for hours; and I was one
fucked up shit head duck. I will tell you all something right now
before even getting really into the heart and the meat of yesterday's
beyond SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR
DAY: That fucking
rotten 1983 song has caused me a mountain top and an ocean basin of
trouble, that none of you out here have a clue about; as I know since
no one wants to go and listen to it, and I know because the count
never changes on my YT account, when I deduct my views and my link up
posts. Well, I will not say none, but maybe, and I mean MAYBE, it has
been hit 6-10 times, and I said and will reiterate again,
MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak, my twelfth
fucking MORTY MORTINO DEATH ANDROID attack is striking me on my
mother fucking cunt eating right side, the eleventh one was when I
was shortly into starting this blog, and I have no time to waste on
that dirt bag prick, reporting every visitation from this shit ass
buttwipe clown, YO YO YO YO!!! Here is the real fucking shit, and it
happened when I crashed out for the night around just past 2 AM on
Friday fucking ass morning, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WAS TAKEN BACK TO PROVINCE ''WEIRD''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was
done totally against my will, as it was in late June of fucking pussy
huffing two thousand and dick eating eight. For those that may not
have a clue, this is a condition-interaction of the Astral-Plane, so
far away from the normal interactions of Province-Olympia, that no
words would be usable here, it would be the distance of about a
quintillion orbits around the hypersphere universe of ours while
we're awake on this so-called, “Physical-Plane”. Diana was with
me, and the LAMBRIGG CULT forced an unconditional surrender of myself
and my air-ship, the Ricktown-1,
and we went through a gigantic pipe like one of those municipal water
pipes, only about 50 miles in diameter, otherwise, appearing just
like one of them here in the fucking ass waking world, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana was allowed to remain with me
for a while, then she was mysteriously made to vanish away, and they
tortured me beyond anything imaginable. The agony was like 1000 years
of someone stabbing your body all over, and you cannot bleed out and
die, or you do, and then you just instantly experience some bizarre
tissue and blood regeneration. This then happens over and over, and
the agony gets worse as the interaction of seeming-time passes in the
ongoing torment and torture. Now I know that this is real, what I am
now going to tell you, and nothing similar to this has happened to
fucking cunt me, since Christmas time, in the fucking year of 2007,
at my place of employment, the Cifaloglio Garage, near Folsom, New
Jersey, USAESMWG!!!
I
died of a fucking stroke
in 'my sleep' last night, it happened, and I totally fucking know
that this happened. The agony on the Astral-Plane
was somehow able to connect into my body here in waking ordinary
consciousness, to a sufficient level, so as to fucking
kill me,
and it was a stroke, and it was
fucking horrible.
Now
comes the wilder part, my good folks. I woke up and somehow crawled
to the hallway, and yelled for help, and was taken to the hospital;
where I was pronounced
fucking DEAD there.
Then I was asleep again; and this cycle went on and on for what
seemed as long as the fucking torture that caused it to happen in the
first fucking place. When I finally came out of this experience, I
jumped out of bed, tripped and fell, yelled, and ran for a light, any
fucking light, and I will not be able to sleep without a bright light
on for a very fucking cunt lapping long while, just like after my
fatal heart attack and other horrible shit from my early blogging
days of super SIEGE AND PUMMELING ATTACK FROM THIS LAMBRIGGER CULT OF
HELL ITSELF, NOTICE PLEASE, THAT I DID NOT SAY FROM
HELL.
I said OF HELL, and fuck you MICROSOFT, NOT ODF, screw your dam hack,
I am not in the mother fucking ass mood for that shit right about
now, YO!
You
do not need to know everything, but I will tell you all one thing,
DOROTHY GLINDASISTERTRAIL: NO I
DO NOT SURRENDER;
NOT AFTER THIS SIEGE AND DEATH-HELL ASSAULT, YOU MOTHER FUCKING
PIECES OF DIRTY ASS ROTTEN FUCKING MONKEY
CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the real joke is that
you don't, and cannot ever, know half of what is going on, and if I
told, even though I am a certified fucking fruitcake; it would be
Chappaquiddick Bridge for me, and then McGuire would light up my
remains and I'd fucking glow for a day and a fucking ass half,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing this OZ-man can tell you, is that
Bluebook Warren and the rest of the WASH-DOCK gang from 13-600-ville,
are all clueless to a lot of shit that is right under their nose.
They all think they're all that up there in the capitol,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn and DAD willya gimme a fucking bweak
there Mister cunt eating Elmer Fwudddddd?????????????? TANKS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are NOT playing with TIME TRAVELERS, just
travelers, and folks, you are saying to yourself right about now, no
doubt, what the fuck do you mean, and my response is that if you
need to say that after all this fucking ass Morianity; I cannot aid
you in just more mere fucking lingo made up of mere combinations of
alphabet letters. It won't work. This is what the gods know about
that
tongue shit,
they're not fucking talking about some real cool make out sessions,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! I have been fatally car crashed, struck dead by Diana,
poisoned with non-Mace-cans, shot, stabbed, crushed by a freight
train, chocked and strangled, and not crashed in a car to my death
once, but on several occasions; and something WON'T
FUCKING LET ME DIE,
yet if you came over and shot me; to your frame of reference, I would
be dead and forever gone, and so 'THAT', is the real fucking PROVINCE
WEIRD ROCKDROID EQUATION,
sir Rotten Berry, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No
aha-aha-aha tonight, Mike fucking cunt McNulty, old 1971 pal; just
not in the fucking ass mood. So sorry Mister 1941 Ambassador of
fucking cunt lapping JAPAN, huh lovely daughter PEE
K-------omicassi????????????????? My
life dwarfs the fucking SECOND WORLD WAR,
10 million times; or should I just keep my cuzz happy and say five
meeeyun? Cut
me 1, Marge Leo!
5555555555555555555555555555
For
more, just scroll, no need to fucking click on the margin, good
people, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
10:47
PM-EDST, 25 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY NIGHT:
I
TOLD YOU GINA, THEY PICK THE FUCK ON ME, OVER AND
OVER, AND EVEN THOUGH THE DOW BEGAN TO
GO DOWN FOR A WHILE, THIS RECENT 10-15 DAYS OF SHIT ON ME, EVERY DAY,
WITH POUNDING, AND PUMMELING, AND PERSECUTION BY FILTHY FUCKING EVIL
NEIGHBORS; AND LOTS OF OTHER FUCKING SHIT; AND THE
DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY, AFTER
DAY, AFTER DAY. A FUCKING TWISTED MORON LITTLE SNOTTY CHILD,
CAN SEE MY
WORDS ARE ALL FUCKING TRUE. WHERE IS THE WONDERFUL
ATTORNEY GENERAL WHEN I NEED HER, OH GREAT
PRESIDENT-O???????????? THIS IS WHY PEEPS
REACH THAT MAGIC BOILING POINT, I NEVER WILL, BUT THIS IS
WHY THESE INCIDENTS WILL NOT STOP
HAPPENING, AS IT JUST GETS ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING WHITE WASHED, AND
COVERED UP, BY POWERFUL 'PENTAGON FUCKING ALIENS', OR 'WHATEVER' BODY
SNATCHING EXPLORATRONIC SHIT IS REALLY
GOING FUCKING ON, AND DON'T LET CLARINET
PLAYER, PLAYER BILL, BULLSHIT US. HE
KNOWS THE ENTIRE FUCKING MESS, AND HAS TO SHUT UP ON PAIN
OF DEATH; HIS AND THE ENTIRE FAM. FOLKS, QUIT BEING SO FUCKING naïve
AND STUPID, AND 'MICROSOFT I-N-SIS-TS ON SPELLING' naïve IN SMALLS,
I AM NOT DOING THIS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I DID THE OTHER CUTE ASS LITTLE
THING AFTERWARD, WHAAAAAA, MMCN!
I
am one angry mother fucker about a lifetime of mother fucking endless
cock sucking MAJOR PERSECUTION, good
freaking folks out here, and all my loyal MORIANS, YO YO!! So quit
bouncing me around Mister McDonald and Mister Vandegrift, kind sirs,
and stop with the super echo already on the fucking car ads. You're
not a Donna Summer 1979 fucking disco,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese fucking cunt Louise, and
W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA!
EVERY
MOTHER FUCKING COCK EATING DAY, these noisy dirt bag neighbors ARE
DRIVING ME NUTS AT THE FUCKING SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED, PUBLIC HOUSING
ASS AUTHORITY, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALL MIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!
This
is totally REDICULOUS, MACK KAITER of Northeast freaking ass Maryland
of 1967. Cut me a break, Margie Leo!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC:
OPEN
COMMAND ON MY VOICE PRINT PLEASE,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
YOU WILL HEAR THE A/B TONES ON LONG VOWEL SOUND EEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
GO
TO ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECKS, UNDER A MAJOR FUCKING PHASING PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM, 'I' TO 'D', HERE WE GO MAGGIE NOT MAY, RODNEY-71,
YO, AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEE///EEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
AND S-T-O-P!
Holy
fucking ass Toledo, pillow talking Daddy. If this shit does not
FUCKING CUNT BACK THE FUCKING SHIT OFF OF ME, SOMEBODY OUT FUCKING
HERE, YO YO YO YO YO; I AM GOING TO TELL EVERYTHING ABOUT THE
BATTLESHIP ELDRIDGE, AND EINSTEIN, AND MY CUNT EATING FATHER; ALL OF
IT, NOTHING LEFT OUT; THE WHOLE FUCKING SMACK, NASA ASTRONAUTS, SO
THERE. YOU HAVE BEEN SOMEWHAT FUCKING POLITELY INFORMED, TOMMY ROE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, IGNORE
THIS AT YOUR OWN PERILL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NOW TWERMINATE THIS TWANSMISSION, MISTER WARNER AND MISTER WARNER,
WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!
NIGHTY
NIGHT EVERYONE, AND I HAVE THE 'AEB', YO.
This
cunt lapping 'cunt phlegm rapes' (compensates) for fucking ass eleven
eleven on the computer fucking clock, you son of a dam ass bitch
rotten unlucky minus seven!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
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.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Without
clicking, yesterdays can just be scroll viewed!
Folks,
I have no time to tell you the whole thing, it would take a hundred
mother fucking years, and when all is said and done and your great
grand kids finish reading it, they and you, won't give a hoot pollute
blasted dam anyway, who's kidding who? Still, I will say a few quick
things, and no force on this Earth is going to fucking stop me from
that.
First,
a few hours ago, I was cooking a fucking steak and spaghetti meal in
my kitchen, when the IF scumbags thought pulling a cute little
Leprechaun prank on me would be nice and Roseann Delaney fucking
funny, the mother fucking rotten
bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A
small roach appeared near an opened can of spaghetti sauce. This was
simply to get me to reach over to kill this menacing germy little
shit, forgetting about the can with a half opened up lid; and
'shazam', Gomer Pyle USMC, and 'goollllleeey', Sargent fucking cunt
Carter, Mary Paints McVeigh; if I did not practically take my cunt
eating left index finger right off. Go away, Roseann Tressa
Backtowork Minicoffin Nightmares! But those that know about the
American Appliances Refrigerators back when this entire August 15,
1986 thing all got started, also know that I cut all of my toes off
at Mars graphics Printing Shop in 1977, and in two months, they all
grew back. I thought all toes grew back, and was told later by some
dick head, it was a miracle and I should tell the Vatican. Bullshit
on the Vatican, enough fucking cock suckers are watching me like
hawks and buzzards, huh Apollo-Lucifer and lovely sister D?
What
some may wish to be made aware of who read Morianity, is
thisssssssssss, Miss Erica Lucci snakes of 1983,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! If you were the only one alive on
this Earth, pretend you are lost and leaving endless bread crumbs
behind you, only instead of breadcrumbs, it is an endless ball of
thin colorful twine. Now as time passes, and you move all around, in
and out of buildings and homes and down streets and into all kinds of
places, this past record will follow behind you. Now bringing the
cold reality back, we are not alone, and so our fellow creatures also
do this very same thing, and also are leaving this endless twine
string behind them no matter where they go, and when, forever and
always. Now instead of 20 or so basic prime and second colors,
pretend we have sight capable of focusing at solar surface
brilliance, so billions of separate coloring shades would now be
possible. Each one would have their own unique color. Now imagine the
interaction of all of us, not us, but this twine after a week, after
a month, a year, 5, 10, and so on. Now take shit one more step still
good folks. Remove the US, just see this endless intertwining weaving
cosmic interaction. Now, you are ready to be told, that this is what
produces a force called the IF, and NOT the fucking other way around,
ladies and gentlemen, and whoever else is out here, so say it, YO;
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So where are my trucks, TD?
Ok
good people, a little bit more before I close out. Sorry about the
profanity the past few days, today I am not in such a super ugly
mood, and because I was not totally viciously persecuted as badly,
like DUH, Hyundai-2006!!!
I
was able to make a nice four unit profit on that horrendous freaking
BOTBAR of Friday the twenty-sixth day of April, on my
systems-roulette. Also food people, TEE-HEE-HEE Lilly Munster; I did
speak to my wonderful awesome special kitty cat, GAGA,
MEOW, interesting how this accepted term of cat-speech is
meow, as in ME, OWL, you know, HAY, I AM BEING HURT, but then,
American Appliances does sell great stuff, and that refrigerator in
1986 that caused me t nearly cut off my hand back at 1931 Marlton
Pike (Route-70), in Cherry Hill, New Jersey; is a lot more part of a
lot of music than some may ever get to realize, as I cannot tell, or
I'll get the crap knocked out of me in my sleep by gorgeous wonderful
Isiscylla. I did not know you knew about my toes, only my fall in the
street, and that GAGA, was really an OWL or an OUCH, depending on how
the deal goes, WHAAAAAA!
The
two queries to my cat on that horrific freaking BOTBAR DAY, were as
freaking follows, ladies and gentlemen, and any other entities out
here, AHA-AHA-AHA-MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
GAGA, AFTER A SHORT RECENT TURN-DOWN IN THE STOCK MARKET FOR ABOUT
TWO WEEKS, WHY IS IT SUDDENLY SHARPLY TURNING BACK UP AGAIN, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-462—TRANSLATION:
FRED
WINDSTEIN----TAPE----WAVE----ALL RANDOMS HAVE
PATTERNS-------------------------------------------------
HAY
GAGA, WHAT WAS BEHIND THIS INCREDIBLE WORSE THAN EVER SIEGE AND
ATTACK SHORTLY AFTER 4 PM TODAY, BY MY DIRT BAG BOTTOM FEEDER PIG
NABES ACROSS THE HALLWAY FROM ME, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-927—TRANSLATION:
CHRISTMAS----PAULA
KING----LIFEGUARD----DAVID ROTH----DREW CAREY----CORAL
REEF----MANHATTAN-----
END
TRANSMISSION FOR RIGHT NOW, FOLKS...................
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