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***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
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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.
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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may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
AND
I HOPE YOU WILL NOW ENJOY THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER 00044.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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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.
Now
before we complete the blog, please see this:
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.
I
talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
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HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. THIS NOW IS CHAPTER
NUMBER 00044.
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today, enjoy your read, folks.
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.
Hello
folks, this was a BOTBAR freaking day. My freaking air conditioner
went totally out, and it had been giving me a problem; but I wanted
to wait until my new lease was signed before complaining about
anything, and it was signed early in the afternoon. Then an hour
later, I noticed the temperature going up and up, and the fan was
only blowing room air around. When it is switched to fan however, it
will blow outside air in, so I will be able to blow cooler air in
when the sun goes down and night progresses, but the weekend will be
fucking hot, as today was 90 here in Fort Pierce, Florida, and I'll
have a hot weekend to fucking contend with until I can get the repair
folks to see what is wrong, maybe it only needs a charge of freon
gas, and then maybe the unit needs to be replaced entirely, I will
not be privy to that information until next week rolls around, but
this is of course enough to BOTBAR another fucking day for me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I will tell you that my nabes have been better, but they still yell
and make noise, it just is a little bit better. My health attack from
the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is very bad, with lots of mother fucking
spurious cramping and shit attacks, and heart arrhythmia action, all
caused by various covert black ops military weaponry, illegal to be
used on the legal citizenry of the USA, but tell them that, the
fucking jerk off dirt bag bastards. Despite this nasty ass day, I
managed to make five units on my systems-roulette today, or yesterday
as now it is Saturday at around two in the dam morning. I was out at
Publix to purchase a few items, after signing my new lease and having
an interesting talk with my resident manager, Debbie M. I will not be
wasting my time sending e-mails to her any longer, she is not getting
them. She says it is because the PHA intercepts them and will no
longer forward them, they are sent into cyberspace forever lost and
forgotten. She gave me a tale about a hack in the system causing
this, gee I wonder how this kibosh was perpetrated, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
In any event, she told me as you know, to ask the Dell computer man
at the security desk, to aid me with my computer as was blogged and
told, back shortly into this new year. He was always “too busy
however” to quote him. I told Debbie that today, and she said,
something around me must be going on, as he is always asking her if
she can use him for anything, he has nothing to do? You see fucking
people, this is exactly how my life has been destroyed in an
organized way since the day I left school, and I knew I wasn't
imagining it, in fact, I told BB John Henningsen as early as the late
autumn in 1969 that something was against me and messing up my life,
and of course, this jack off told me I'm nuts and that is a bunch of
hooey. Yeah, some fucking hooey, jit bag!!!!!!! I am a little bit
disappointed with Goddess Diana, she just seems to come to the north
and the south of me so often, and forgets to bring her lovely
lightning to Fort Pierce, where I am in here dying and need her
around me. Why does Goddess enjoy abandoning and forsaking me so much
when she herself, on numerous occasions, has know how this feels? So
is it that YOU KNOW in 1972, or that YOU DON'T KNOW in 1984, lovely
one?????????????????????? Don't stroke out me on copyright folks,
remember how Don Knots wished he could be a fish? Well, my father was
ripped off by a very greedy Fisher man, and this must be why I
decided cosmically and unconsciously to escape the family by coming
down to this wonderful mother fucking world famous TREASURE-COAST,
AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA!!!!!!!! Screw me, huh Mike McNulty; you saw her
making all over me that day, and you hated my fucking guts, don't
lie, you loser! As I speak, Microsucks Office Word Program mini
crashed, and did not respond to anything for a few minutes, with just
the little dry blue circle not trained on, spinning around. Then it
finally resumed normal ops at about 2:15, but lasted a couple minutes
or so. Life is fun when your a cursed Hunting TON. Maybe a more
accurate description would be a cursed Hunted Ton of Agony,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I had quite a talk with my GAGA KITTY CAT, good folks, as well as
making those 5 units as was spoken of earlier, Sir Earl Lee. Yes, a
few talented television commercials do exist, some great old kayak
search one and done ones, and a few others like my wonderful insurer,
the State Farm folks, but the unbeaten so far IMHO, is from COMCAST,
advertising XFINITY. It takes place in a gymnasium, where this big
muscular dude says 'MAN UP' twice, and the guy spotting hm on the
squat bench talks like Gov I'llbebach of Cali4nya, and that super
cool blond steroid girl who says, “Are you talking to me, ---
dude”, this is the freaking coolest TV ad I've ever seen in my
life, please keep running it, YO, this is REAL FUCKING SUPER TALENT.
If that scummy little fucking General insurance Company reptile worm
could ever do an ad with one tenth of this talent, I'll jack the fuck
off at the city mall on Christmas eve. You freaking go, Comcast, you
really rock, YO. Now for me and freaking Gawky Gaukauk. Here is the
dam Q&A, good people, YO!
Hay
Gawky, YO, why has the entire mother fucking world deserted me and
left me to rot and die mercilessly here in hot ass fucked up Florida,
all pa part of some plot dating back into the middle nineteen fucking
eighties, WHY?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-817. Transfuckinglation: The major list items in my
match book, with or without McGuire's, fires, cannons, or Cannons,
are as follows, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA, MIKEY:
MAYAN
CALENDAR ENDS---MAILBOAT---LONG ROOM---TALL GIRL---MARY
ROTH---HIGHVIEW---ONE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED TWO---------------------
And
another computer mini crash at 2:34-2:36, so I better baby it and not
change the font. We will have to stay with this font and not go back
and forth and take the chance of more crashes, this is fucking
ridiculous, and is a total violation of my civil liberties unless it
is getting old and easily effected by the heat, it is around 80 in
here and desk top PC computers should be OK up to 85 degrees, so I
think this is the WOMO doing this to me. I
took the chance of putting the font back to normal for my majority of
blog work, so far, so good, Bob McDowell of the FCC, old pal, and
sir, from Dan Mackey's class back in 1972,
Johnny Fucker 100 MPH faster; and boy did we have a fucking blast
back in the fucking past, wish things could have always been so much
god dam fun, SHEEEEEEEIT, Daddy, lets both turn the dam page and
croak. Shall we press onward with the Gawnum Q & A,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????????????
Hay
Gawky, why did the jerk off Dell guy security guard screw me and not
wanna' fucking help me with my computer??????? WHY?
MEOW,
MEOW, MEOW, PCN-792, NOT TRANSFIGURATION, SPELL CHERCKER, my list of
match book items here is as follows, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:
BENJAMIN
FRANKLIN---2007---JUPITER---REALITY---LONDON AVENUE, EGG HARBOR
CITY----------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, exactly who and what was really all behind my 1983 problems,
especially my undiagnosable medical condition (idiopathic illness)
and my choking to death, as well as all of my spurious telephone
harassment and continuous weird calling activity that led to all this
shit up in future years all unfolding as a direct result?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-198. Translation, AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY old pal
from 1971, is as follows, YO:
WALL
STREET---UNCLE HEINZ---SEPTEMBER TWENTY NINE---CAPITOL CITY OF
PROVINCE OLYMPIA---NICKNAME MY---'THE MORNING LIGHT' SONG---NEIGHBORS
COMPLAINED----------------------------------------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, why did the fucking ass stock market have a super rally, into
all time record highs, in 2013; like nothing seen in nearly a decade,
YO?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-211, transassholelation, and not transliteration,
MSC, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, my lists and cannons, oh great world POPES of
the ages, are as follows, all secret roof pushing juvenile Gods,
Goddesses, eggs, fields, and harbors; all notwithstanding, AHA AHA
AHA:
TWENTY
SEVEN---TYPE THREE EXPLORATRON---LONG ISLAND EXPRESSWAY---STORY
WRITER---WILSON JESUP---VASCO DE
GAMA-----------------------------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, YO, why did my car break-down in the spring time of 1984,
while I was driving down to Atlantic city from 506 Robin Hill
Apartments, to go to the opening day event of the TRUMP LAZA CASINO
HOTEL?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-624, not transfiguration, not transliteration, but
TRANSLATION, WHAAAAAA and WOW; my matching book of listed non booming
items are as followssssssssssssssss, Miss Susan Lucci 1983 Snakes:
TWO
EMPTY LETTERS---MOCKINGBIRD LANE---'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
DREAM------------------------------------------------------
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