3:26
PM-EDST, MONDAY, 8 APRIL, 2013
Folks,
my computer clock was set back again, either after I have been awake
this afternoon, or even some time in the morning after posting up my
prior blog work to the net.
My
health has been hit, not major, a little bit, and the sky has some
jet dissipation up there from earlier heavier pattern activity that
either blew in or was direct at an earlier point.
There
is a worm virus in the machine and has been. They know everything I
do, I type, I go to on the net, all things, it is as if they are
sitting right here at the keyboard. I never understood this back in
June of 2008, nor did I understand Beaver Drive and Trout Lane, and
the FISA and how my trailer was entered by nice loving kind folks who
I pay taxes to support with very hard work all my life, until their
endless persecutions crippled me into disability in 1994.
The
minute I commented back a little message at my Youtube site from
someone else's comment, a thumbs down on the video appeared. These
things tell me I am not imagining anything. I would have been a lot
happier, Mary Moore, if I really was just crazy, and yes mahm, I
should have stayed somehow endlessly away from all of this. I don't
know exactly how things happened around 1994-1996 where this
Pandora's box got cracked wide open, only that first, it did,
secondly I must know deep down inside somewhere, the worst secret in
this entire family, and third, I have a very very very angry
daughter, don't I Ingrid Blake?
Now
in the movie on the MTM Network, since you are hot to trot today on
my electronic cousin's network, along with all of your friends, miss
lovely Greendress, yes poor you and me Mister President, we cannot
even say a woman is pleasing to look at anymore without the world
calling us sexists, so tell me, how do guys like you and me win,
we;re damned if we do and damned if we don't. If you don't make all
over a woman, she hates your guts, and when you so much as say she is
lovely, you're a rotten sexist. WOW, I'll bet you wish you were still
not staying in regular time, sir, I know I wish it for myself. Yes
Mary Greendress, in the movie called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden”
from 1996, your character had remembered a horrible thing that you
witnessed as a little girl, and it looks like my mirror image to your
character was on October 5, 2008 after coming home from Cifaloglio
Garage Security Duty, and falling asleep and 'remembering'. Well, at
least you got rescued Mary, me, I have a very powerful and angry
little girl, who thinks it all was my fault, and for 30 years, has
played with me. Now your character was big and strong and nearly
killed you, while mine has what occultists call, incredible
supernatural power. I am powerless to fight this 30 years later Miss
Blakemoore, and the greatest corporations on the planet all know this
is real, as do all of the billionaires.
They
destroy everything I ever try and do, my entire life, you name it,
they kibosh it to death, and appear all innocent. Stop and think
about the lady in the bible with the golden Nugget White gaming
chips, (me) and the wicked teasing evil wealthy players next to me
mocking me with their Black gaming chips. The Crowned King of
symbolism, huh Misses Elliot. At least I put you out of your
suffering back in 1985, and ended my parking problem that should not
have been my problem to begin with, always that connection with the
state, THAT 2 never goes away, and all seemed to begin with the phone
persecution of 30 years ago, right Marie De Gomez, and others from 30
years ago? Yes folks, my problem is not my throat and my choking, it
was my doctor all along, my son of Sam lab technician with the power
to morph into the Mary Tyler Moore show, and flash green dresses that
stretch from the twin cities all the way to Tennessee Avenue, 27
years in the future. Did anyone see that gorgeous wormhole a few
nights ago, if you did, you are keeping quiet like good little boys
and girls, huh Sarah Fiveparty? I'll tell her where I was when she
needed me, party or no party. I was under the clutches of two very
dominating and wild women, one known very well to her, the other to
me. Don't laugh Walmart, only you should write a new song called,
'Suddenly I Hear', remake your commercials with that song, and then
have a picture of me leaving your store with the cousins that day,
driving home, going into my room, pickling up the phone to retrieve a
message, and hearing, “Hi Mark, where were you when I needed you as
a child, click” In any case, SAM, maintenance man or Large tore
owner, sir, we all know the hell I am going through and that I should
have killed myself the other day. Maybe as Donna Summer put it wo
well when alive and younger, “I should
reevaluate”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
truly are some powerful and twisted gods out there beyond the stars
that shine so bright all through the coldest darkest night. You
remind me of a wind tunnel, great ISIS.
A
child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube
site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not
freaking mine.
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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.
YOU
HAVE READ
CHAPTER
NUMBER
40:
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
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