**2:30
AM-EDST, 18 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY MORNING**
The
greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more
information with this blind foolish planet Earth.
Sit
back and enjoy, folks.
Before
two years of these blogs were done, all of the basic information in
Morianity was out. There will always be possible additions as life
moves on in my present incarnation of beingness. Only stones don't
change, so why would this not be the case? Well, that is soaking wet
with liquid truth, and yet even more than that is going on, and
stones do change. People say when you die, you stop aging. I use this
as a quick example of something. That is entirely untrue. You stop
aging in a biological sense, but while the dead body and remains of
what we were, sits on a slab, or is buried in a tomb; the universe is
aging, so thereto are the remains aging, cosmically and not
biologically, but even the rocks around the cemetery, all are aging,
and will eventually crumble away. Only stopping the motion of the
worlds and the inner working of them, stops the clock, another
scientific term for this state in the laboratory, is called,
“Absolute Zero”. When things are frozen, they don't move, and
they do not change. Change is age, as well as many other things. This
all fits nicely into many things that have been said in Morianity,
only in-between the lines more than direct and bluntly. One thing I
will be touching on with this particular blog, is the middle nineties
and what may have led to a significant alteration in my life that no
ordinary 'midlife-crisis' or other Millionth-Council nonsense can be
used as an overly simplistic explanation, or even excuse. I have come
right out and said one of many over-the-head beliefs in Morianity,
that there is but one real true point of reality, and change and age
is merely this point with a little before 'something' now existing
behind it, that was not there before. This can send chills up a spine
at 186,282 SMPS, especially if really grasped and properly
understood. The few times that a person seriously begins
contemplating what time really is, or what is forever and along these
lines; a quick spark jumps up and enters into our consciousness,
from the deeper all knowing beneath the consciousness omniscience,
that we all ARE. Depending on individual level of 'enlightenment',
this plants a seed, and at another time, the same thoughts begin to
roll around in the mind, and again, a little more and a little more
starts creeping into normal human waking awareness. Surviving enough
hellish existence accelerates this process, like throwing expensive
garden feeding chemicals onto our lawns and flowers. Normally a limit
exists where only so much can be tolerated, so much physical pain
before a death results, or so much mental anguish before total
insanity takes over. But as Christian scriptures cleverly teach the
'enlightened' folks, something bigger than death is out there, and
there may be a hundred names for it the world over, on this blog when
not saying DOGTOWN, it is refered to no
differently in Morianity than in Christianity, and that word is HELL.
For reasons that go beyond my surface awareness at present, I
survived more than what it takes to remain sane by human standards,
and can prove it when forced to do so someday by the authorities; and
this means that my life, my physical life on this physical plane
reality, has become HELL. This did not happen in 1986, nor did it
happen during the beyond monstrous horrendous years to follow into
the nineties, and up as far as the middle of the decade. Then,
suddenly, with or without any shopping at Walmart or seeing or
hearing or music related nonsense, something happened to me, that was
explained by the so-called know it all degreed people in authority,
as a mid-life crisis. Well, fine and well, only this was one mother
fucking hell of a mid-life crisis, Mary Carter initials of
inescapable proportions, with or without magical McVeigh paint
projects, classified or unclassified, pillow talker Daddy. This is
what I wish to talk about at this 'present-point' on this blog, the
mid-life crisis of 1995, and without any Youtube joking around, or
songs, or harbors, or eggs, or Rodney's, or phone calls, or warnings,
or any other pieces and parts of Atlantic city, New Jersey, and its
great County, here in America, that contains this GREAT CITY, the
mirror image in a microcosm of ISIS and her true great city known
Astrally, as Sahasra Dal Kanwal. This is a human English translated
pronunciation, it means, the “City of the great Sarah-Stacey
Krassle”. Before going on farther with 1995 and the start of all of
this beyond incredible bullshit nightmare, let me tell you folks,
that I don't like discussing current events and politics all that
much, and did give a warning that the middle part of 2013 will
mysteriously get dark and bad, and this is all just the start of it.
I also told, and warned, that people are their own worst enemy. If
they choose to not believe me on powerful issues, then when shit goes
all wrong and rotten, just don't blame me, or expect me to cry a
single tear. If I had my way, the laws of physics would make things
like bombs and guns, as in that old original Star Trek show with the
light beings who stopped the Klingon's and the
Federation from fighting, while maintaining the appearance of
simple sheep herd folk. But this is fictional, and stuff does go bang
in the night, and the daytime as well. My second choice would be that
magically, only the cops and the army's would have such things,
others simply would not and could not. Again, this is not reality.
But I told a while back that if the authorities do not begin to
carefully scrutinize and examine, why the world is getting crazier
and nuttier all the time, and more and more of this kind of stuff is
happening, then it will not stop. You can not legislate a bomb throw,
a murder, a gun going off, or even hatred and craziness, but what can
be done, is a thorough research study of many things that are totally
ignored today, such as Morianity and my own story for one example. Oh
I'm quite sure I'm on many lists of watched people, you cannot say
all the shit I've said and not be, but that is just more
anti-freedom, and in fact, in its own way, all this shit becomes
LEGALIZED TERRORISM to quote my wonderful treasure salver father, or
expanding the scope of his saying of legal thieves, referring to most
of WASH-DOC, and hay, I am just quoting a man, a loyal serviceman who
fought for his country during WW2. I despise the evil and cruelty and
injustice on this planet, a lot of it has been aimed right directly
at me, down to the copyrighting of my song LOST LOVE a year after it
should be, to keep me from ever making a stink about Robin Gibb and
Marcy Levy perhaps, but we know what is happening, don't we fortune
filthy 500 and wicked evil EW (Entertainment World) or industry?
There is no record of Tom Glenn arranging the song either, and yet I
sent an open reel tape down to be copyrighted in the early summer in
1980, containing all 4 demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost love, Love
so high, and Long river Blues, and the EW blasted into this project
and stole around it like rats off of a sinking ship. I do not have
one good thing to say about that rotten stinking cheating evil
industry, they can all go straight to fucking DOGTOWN for a thousand
MK. But back to other evil. I tried hard to tell those that I know
listen and read this blog of Mountainpen, not wanting to take
advantage of the suffering, but when else will it all hit home as
good, as when an incident happens? We all know that a traffic light
is only constructed out of blood. You beg the township for 30 years,
then finally three little kids are hit and killed by a speeding car.
Then the traffic light comes. That is just the sad way of the world,
and we all know it. Instead of putting me on a list, as I am quite
sure I am on, those who I used to pay my taxes to, should contact me
directly, and be genuinely desirous to know my true story, but no,
Washington, we can't have ALL THESE POWERFUL SECRETS EXPOSED, oh no,
forget that, one, YO. And when the truth is right in your face, you
will all see it or hear it a little off, and say, nah, can't be,
similar yeah, now onto the next thing for the day. Well, I have no
power to stop anything. But this is why terrorism has become so
horrible since the nineties, because fucking people just won't listen
to those who shout and scream out for help, sop one day, they do the
unthinkable, and go blow a mall up. Well, don't worry about me you
sick arrogant bastards, as I do not intend to spend my life in a
prison or a sike ward, but I sure did try abnd help, and nobody would
listen, not even my great pal ion the Julia Mansion. You won't do it
the way you tried, even if you had gotten the votes, sir. The human
condition needs addressing big time, folks like me with huge
unspeakable nightmare problems, ignored, hoping we'll all just
eventually go away and vanish, and most of us do. The trouble is that
1% don't, so things end up going boom. This is just good advise and a
lesson in Morianity, advanced 102, by no means to be taken as any
kind of a threat. I bring truths, not threats. Now back to my Mary
Carter Crises of unending eternal initials. By the way, I never said
that I believe that conventional psychiatry is the total answer, did
anyone ever take a survey on the suicide rate of these whacky ass
doctors? I have. Now let us move on, WHAAAA!
1994
was a very magical year for me, and I had two others like it in my
life at both that time, and still to this day, there have been but
three of these type of years in my pathetic mother fucking life,
1969, 1980, and 1994. Spacing in time from 1969, this was 11 years
and 14 years after each of the preceding one that the next one
occurred. That is why I hopeful that the mathematical pattern of
adding three years to eleven, might kick in again, only it did not,
and 2011 was a horrible horrible mother fucking nightmare year for
me. In any case, so was 2012, and normally, things do not tend to
work out all that great for me on the following years in this
mathematical pattern, you know 1969 plus 11, plus 14, plus 17. Even
though the 2011 year did not happen the way I had hoped it might
based on this pattern activity, the next-year shit sure did, as in
1970, 1981, 2012. I will miss out on the next nightmare after-year,
at least according to ISIS, as in a 'dream' she promised that I'd be
released from this nightmare life as Mark Wayne Mohr in 2031, and so,
fuck 2032. Of course, she has enjoyed teasing me since she was 2
years old in this life, and before that, in many others as well, but
I am still friggin hoping for the best, so I can do my 18 and
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, back to the Mid-life
Crisis, and another wonderful MC. This is not something that can be
told, bing, bang, boom, and done, but again, I can start to open a
door on this blog, and then later, the room beyond can be more
thoroughly explored, good folks.
I
was living at the Highview Apartments, owned by Philadelphia
slum-lord Maria Shoemaker and her hubby. Now a child can use their
eyes and see something powerful in the last sentence, we are too
smart to even touch it, YO!!!!!!!!!! aniwho peeps, Ace and purple not
withstanding, TEE HEE HEE LILLY,
learn to laugh at the wild symbolism world, any-ha, there are some
key events and key figures involved in my so-called Midlife Crisis,
one was the President at the time, one was an elderly entertainer of
days gone by, and there were some others, and I cannot freely just
give away the cake and divulge the whole dam rotten mess, or trouble
would most definitely follow quite closely behind the posting of this
blog. One thing led to another, and 1995 came in , and the magic of
the great '94 year, where all sorts of great shit happened to me,
began to disintegrate away with every bit the realness of any
fictional fucking Harry Potter story. I wish I had the imagination of
writers like James Patterson, and whoever this English lady is who
did Potter, not my mom's old boss from the nineteen-seventies, but
very interesting and powerful symbolism, if I do have to be the one
leaning on my own horn, Lovely Lena,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA, AHA AHA AHA MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is the cracking open of the door. Some of it happened when I would
meditate over at a place called National Park, then I would leave
there and head for the Haddonwood Swim club, and this is no normal
place. This place has a real honest road that goes directly onto the
Astral Plane, if you know how to access a secret underneath the creek
behind the place. In any case, no one thing is the story, and no one
powerful secret is being kept, this is literally a fucking nursery of
baby secrets that live and breed and grow, and are heavily
protecte3d, maybe for all I know, by the great McGuire clan
themselves, they were not afraid to hire the OZ man, and I am afraid
I just made a big ass mistake, typing this truth to you all right
now. He also hired the other jerk off to take care of the first one,
even the name has a symbolism to this jerked off behavior,
WHAAAAAAAAABIT! If you do not believe in Alice's, looking glasses,
reflectional time, magic Sidney King Crown, and independence, well,
you won't believe in all this Santa Claus Easter Bunny stuff either
for the most part, al that matters to me right this minute good folks
is that I totally know that it is all the truth, and that I have made
it al a public record, cleverly of course, but it's up here now,
screw the results, Aunt Tea, as I expect things
to get worse, trees, burning bushes, and barking wolf WOLF.
Well, now that I've committed literary suicide, let me end tonight's
lesson with this little finish line that won't explode at least,
well, not in your face, maybe mine. Herby Letts, David Selby, and
Lifeguard Albright all know what this little squib is about. If you
had helped me Herby, you prick, things would have been so different,
there is no trillion words to tell it. I may be joining Adrian Donna
Summer without needing the F-6/10, but here goes, Brad Ice. There is
no way McGuire would do all of this, to his opwn cousins as well as
to me, the father of one of them, if it was not all about saving
something on a cosmic scale. This family is a cosmic family, many
folks in WASH-DOC totally know this is the truth. There were those
who tried to bring this out around the time before my midlife crisis
took hold, and nobody even remembers it, like the magic of 10-SC
Avenue, only it is dione with ETTOS, and without the Illum club and
broadcasting networks, they could not legally get these soundwaves
and the gods only know what welse, out there to effect the entire
mass populations. Now let me shut the fuck up, Professor Jackson, and
Shorty Gong MacInvondi, before the entire planet is struck with a
moon size meteorite, Miss Tessmocker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
night and pleasant dreams, Ann Reese and Bobby Witherspoon, and many
many many others. I have nothing against anyone, so do not take it
personally that I got off of the FACEBOOK. I have no time for
childish games, I am not 16 years old forever and ever and ever. AHA
AHA MMCN!
Jesus
Christ, where is my talking treadmill? I've got some weight to take
off, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
MORIANITY
PART V, CHAPTER XLVIII
8:35
PM-EDST, 16 APRIL, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, HAS SOME MORE TO SAY, FOLKS, ON
THIS CHAPTER, LISTEN
UP, YO.
First
off, my asshole nabes are not only annoying, but I have forgotten
about something they did to me, and have been meaning to blog it for
six weeks or so now, give or take. Somebody is playing with my mind
and memories, sound like McGuire is in town, K-MART of Fort Pierce?
Hay, opposite the highway where they are, is indeed, another
Tennessee Avenue, I mean as Lenny Briscoe might chime in here, “But
still”. Lots of hollering and in and out, and strange shit as well.
I got off the elevator today after coming home from some errands that
YOU WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE MADE PRIVY ABOUT, it is beyond mother
fucking ass major ladies and gentlemen, and whatever else is out
here. Aniwho, I get off the elevator, there are two elevators, and am
in the area of these elevators, all seven floors have the halls
leading down to apartments on the west side, and also, the east side,
and there is a lot more to the story than this, or New York City. AHA
AHA AHA MMCN (Mike McNulty)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I do get into it, this is another super BOTBAR
DAY, and many powerful negative shit ass things all culminated
together to cause it, but all things considered, the lulu botbar days
of April so far, are not in any way a comparison or a contest to the
ones in March, by this time here in center month. On top of the shit,
it was very humid and fairly hot, mid eightyish, feeling 100, at
least to mother fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you, adding 'ISH' to
the 80, was acceptable when I was growing up, or shall I say, in the
fucking cunt eating universe I used to live in, as boy has this been
a CROSS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
used to sort of wonder, then wonder a bit harder and stronger, but no
more. This is not where I used to live, before the greatest fish in
the bay CROSSED OVER THE GREAT ACADEMY OF THROATS or WHATEVER,
Congressman Robert, old pal, and SIR!!!!!!!!!!
The
contents of this blog focus on quality, not quantity. It will not be
ten trillion words in length, but it will do its share of hard
punching, so if you are not in the mood for this, hit the “NEXT
BLOG” button right now, thank you. First off, I will tell
you why the STOCK FUCKING MARKET SHOT WAY UP AGAIN TODAY, probably
placing it now over the big 15000 point mark. It is because, once
again, I WAS SCREWED IN A MUSIC DEAL. Again, I tried to get some help
posting my “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER” song, the full song not the
harmony track, up to my account at the web address
http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so what the fuck else is new? This is all just a tiny miniscule
mother fucking part of why our former POPE, came almost to the door
of the home owned by Judge Frank Raso, on Middle Road, back up in
Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. He also owned many others, including
the rooming-house on Central Avenue, in town there, where the King
family was renting and living in before we all moved in together at
65-A Middle Road, Your Eminence. Before we hop on over to the hub,
yes there are interesting things that never ever have been discussed
and or blogged, such as the initials being yet ANOTHER
MILLIONTH COUNCIL
coincidence, moving
from Council Central Avenue, to Millionth Middle Road, right Mary
Carter McVeigh Paint Company,
AHA AHA Mister McNulty-'71?????
Hay,
the name of this blog is not Resorts International Hotel and Casino,
or Donald Rottenslob Trump, no sir, it is Morianity
Part Five, Chapter Forty-Eight. My opinion of the entire
Lambrigg Cult, CUZZ, you and all the rest of this gang of shit from
fucking hell, is thisssssssssssssss, Mizz Lucci:
Inward
snort, exhaled gross out throat sound, thueey! Filthy thieving
garbage, with a lot of awards on their wall, and endless egos in
their mirrors; don't do a lot for me. In fact; they don't do one
blessed thing for me, and never did. Why you ever wanted to join
this scum bag gang from hell, PP, is beyond my limited intellect, and
I'll openly fucking cunt admit it, YO. Now I need to move this along
to the events of the day, beginning with the asshole at the elevator.
I
got off one of the two elevators and so did a lady with me who was
speaking to me about how hot it was and how slow these elevators
travel, and when we got off, we just finished up our talk, as she is
on the east hall or wing of the building, and I am the far west
apartment facing the north side. Before I go on, I need to thank my
wonderful beautiful LIGHTNING GODDESS, for coming over to visit me
again the other day; bringing her awesome scrumptious bolts of
gorgeous electron channels in the skies out beyond the windows of my
crummy little PHA apartment, lighting up everything with unfathomable
color, and beautiful fractal patterns; all CG, no ribbons. Aniwho,
back to the magicians trick at the elevator. Suddenly, out of
nowhere, my dirt bag nabe across from me was just there with this
lady and me, only he did not get off of either our elevator, or the
other one, or Ida seen it. We were standing right there, and yet, I
moved a few yards, and there he was; right at the other elevator;
only it never came up to the floor and opened, or if it did, I was
'McGuire'd',
AGAIN (ETTOS-HACKED)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
there is more to this, but remember, I am coming in at this point, so
the stuff I have yet to tell you about while I was out, is still all
coming. I merely want this typed so I will not be McGuire'd into
forgetting again and again to tell something that what I first open
with about these nabe-scum, follows, and all pertains to music,
computers, and the Dell Security Guard who was supposedly going to
help me with my stuff once, and by help, I was not going to ask for a
freebie, I would have handed him 50 bucks for doing maybe three hours
work, and down here in Fort Ghetto Pierce, that is a prize to be
taken and then run with; not ignored and spat upon,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is the son of these people, who is not supposed to come here, by
order of some court or something. I do not know the story, and it's
none of my dick chewing business. All I know is that he appeared
literally out of nowhere like many of my POP-UP and SEND-BACK
entities have done since this all started in this new universe for me
when I awakened into it on the morning of mother fucking August 15,
1986. I never saw him before today, only was told of him by Debbie,
my Resident Manager. He walked ahead of me until we got half way to
our location at the end area of the hallway, or almost, as there is
one more unit on his south side, and opposite of that on my side is
the stairwell. He then stopped and waved me to go around him, and I
did, but he then walked on, and into the apartment across from me, as
I already instinctively knew that he would. This is not psychic
power, it is from living through 27 years of this fucking horseshit
now since 08/15/86.
You go through enough of this dirt bag WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
bullshit, and you will become super fucking sensitized to all of
their little annoying tricks, and stupid “MY” parlor
games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So chop off my head, make me go dead, and TAKE
ONE, BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or should I have
said, © Office up in WASH-DOC, YO???????????????????? AHA, AHA, AHA,
AHA, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of you have a
small fucking clue how badly I want to just go full blast right now
and dam all of the fucking ass consequences, really telling
gargantuan shit, and all that can be backed up with real verifiable
shit that you can all go up and see for yourselves. Hay, trust but
verify, I get that, I am all for that, I
PREACH THAT,
so when I do tell you something, I will want you to verify it all,
and I will provide you with the reliable sources of information so
you indeed can go and check it out, without leaving the comfort of
your high teck new universe, smart device, whatever it may be. Do it
from your little ass phone in the shit stall of a public washroom for
all I give a clit huffing hell, YO! Any-ha, moving this still onward,
let us go back into time now, in this STM illusion of course, and
begin with my walking out of the apartment door early this afternoon,
good folks. I went to another library where I was told to go, and was
treated shabby, and left within one minute. They even hassled me for
having a fucking lolly pop in my mouth. Hay, maybe it's going to
explode, Mister Ridge, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. If you are out here Marge
Leo, please, please, cut me a fucking break,
will-ya????????????????????????????????
Before
I forget to tell you, that night when I was trying to talk to the
Dell Computer guard who sits at the desk on the ground floor of this
PHA Building, who had nothing to do and is very busy all at the same
time and maybe lost the love of his life as well; an inside joke
between the Copyright Office and myself, if anyone there was there in
1980, that is; but that bitch across the hall from me, sneaked
around, and I did tell you that much, she always snuck a peak to see
if I was going down the hall, and I am quite sure she then called the
guy as a double warning, as we have video surveillance on all floors,
but when I came back up to my floor, after he was not there for the
fourth time on his shift, as he should have been; when I got off the
elevator; that bitch was right there in the elevator lobby area
around just shy of 2 AM. I said hi to be polite, and she snubbed me.
She has never ever said one thing to me, so from now on, I will never
speak to that fucking bitch again. Even the guy there acts human.
This is all when you put it all fucking together, why I got so
paranoid. I am sure that the DELL gut was in phone communication with
her, and when she saw I came back off the elevator and went back into
my unit, she could call him again to give him the all clear, so he
could resume his place at the security desk. I would bet 5000 fucking
dollars double or nothing, anytime on that, with anyone. I would have
10 grand out of that deal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any-ha, I
was not helped one bit at the other library, and am planning to write
a letter of complaint to the county about their rotten library
service here, comparing it to the great wonderful fucking services
provided in contrast, to the library systems of South New Jersey in
several counties. This county library system totally SUCKS DICK, and
I am entitled to my opinion, and I hope the authorities read this,
and you too, my friend, Sheriff Ken Mascara. I should have every bit
as much of a right to post up this song to the Youtube, as children
have in elementary fucking school. But I do not, since nobody will
show me the exact way to make music files, and how to upload them
properly. All I am able to do is blog, e-mail, do searches, and cut
and paste stuff. That is it, I can only do what I have been fucking
shown, no more and no less. As I speak, my computer just got fucking
hacked at 9:43 PM, Sheriff and AG Bondi. I'm not mother fucking
imagining this illegal fucking cunt lapping persecution, and
violation of my CIVIL AND HUMAN AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone who can read this
shit, ever since I figured out who has been doing this my entire
life, after about two and a half years into my blogging career, and
cannot see that she is somehow behind all this, is ignorant, blind,
or one of the Illuminati infiltrates. This Earthly waking world
doppelganger equivalent of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGG CULT OF WOUSTERN
TECKBAY, at Province Olympia, is the most evil and dangerous group of
sick twisted mother fuckers in the known observable multiverse, (Many
songs), as in universe, for single verse or single song. These many
universes or songs vibrate, and friends of Ed Himacane Lynch know
this, and have some really cool shit going on. I saw you dudes on the
H-2 and the Science channels, you go GD, I would say you guys rock,
but if I have to tell you that, something is wrong someplace, huh
Donna Adrian Gaines???????????????????????????
Nothing
worked today. Everything I tried to do fucked up except for getting
some Publix ice cream on a nice BOGO sale, 20 for the price of 10,
and also buying some frozen dinners. I tried getting some after
season Easter candy at the local fucking 'Suddenly I see/hear' WM,
and they were all out of it. It would have been three quarters off,
it went fast undoubtedly at that steal-deal. I ran into an
ex-coworker from the Harvest, at the parking lot of the library. We
exchanged a quick hello. She was a cashier there along with Trinidad
and me, well, Trinidad would do the bagging work, I stayed busy in
the coolers or stocking the shelves. Still, I got that wild phone
call from the county jail, and I don't know a soul down here, but
they all fucking cunt know me, Camden County Prosecutor Ron Wirtz
Senior, and Florida AG Pam Bondi. Halloween to you too, and you all
scare me from here to Callio Ripoff Waltercowards of
Botbarville!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What, did you think I wrote music about all
of that too, lame brains? Unreal, folks. Still, Lenny Briscoe, my
stories come out true, and tell Tracy Ullman I said so, and for that
matter, lovely dish Stacey Lattisaw 2. Am
I talking LOUDLY enough,
lovely Ingrid?????????????????????????????????? 29 years have come
and gone, AT&T, and 30 since the Annoyance Caller Bureau trapped
my line, and did not want to mess around with Mork and Mindy, or
hurricanes and Himacane's, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MSC thinks you're a has-been, maybe you need to make up a cool new
two syllable alien word, or try speaking some of them while frenching
on lovely Mindy, AHA AHA AHA AH, BREEEEEEE.
Yes
peeps, you get a lot of advertising windshield wiper fliers down here
in good old hot Fort Pierce. I have an entire library of unread crap
in my back seat, no more dominating women to boss me around and
control and own my car that belongs to me, not this fucking ass
family of trillionaries and world owners, mostly covert, some out in
the open. But still, Mister Detective Briscoe, here is a slightly new
twist on windshield fliers. I was only in the library two minutes
tops, and was told I could not have my lollypop, and that they could
not help me with my music project. I have a medical condition and do
not see how a lollypop in my mouth is going to hurt their library,
Sheriff Mascara, but rules are rules, sir. When I came out, a flier
was on the windshield, only it was not like the others that I get for
business type bullshit of many various types. This one says, and I
quote, “You
better take your shitty music off the youtube, and you better not
post your eighties song, or you're a dead man, ass-wipe”. I
did not read it until I got to the Publix Grocery Store, as I said,
normally I chuck these things unread, into the rear seat, and once a
year, I take a trash bag to my car and clean out all my junk and
throw it into my dumpster.
But
this looked very unique, it was made of a weird paper like nothing I
have ever seen, as I touch it now, it is like 5 times the thickest
Bond paper I've ever seen, and I've been around offices and seen real
thick Bond paper. It is paper however, it is not any thin kind of
cardboard or other material, as if ten sheets of paper were carefully
all glued together. What next Harry Potter? Well,
I was going to take my YOUTUBE account down, now I am not. I will get
that song up there if I have to commit mass fucking murder to do it,
folks. Take that to the TD NO-WOW-TRUCKS 4 POOR ME BANK, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO! Yes David Roth, old pal from 1985, just what are these
fucking cunt eating rat bastards all so dam afraid of, about our
music, and now that you are gone, spirits low or high, © Office,
baby, baby, baby; MY music?????? I think the GEEK SQUAD will need to
be called into service, and 4 now, E/T, and WOW!
Mark
Wayne Mohr has made a lot of predictions in his life, that have not
all come true, because of something known as HSE
(Hyper-Space-Effect). This was discussed on earlier older blogs in
Morianity. One thing that hyperspace effect has no control over or
very little, is the situation that began for me in this universe,
ever since waking up on August the fifteenth, back in 1986, into a
parallel nightmare universe here, where I know I do not belong.
We
can get into a lot more of this later. Right now, I have a question
to anyone who ever viewed a blog or listened to a note of my music?
Last Friday, the stock market just about hit 15,000 points, JUST AS I
TOLD YOU ALL WOULD HAPPEN. I have not followed the news in a number
of days, maybe a week, too busy with a lot of horrendous personal
fucking bullshit, folks. MY QUESTION HOWEVER IS, AM I REALLY THE
PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING? OR, AM I, AS MY WONDERFUL OLDER KID WOULD
PUT IT SO
WONDERFULLY, “The greatest fish
in the whole dam bay”?
I
TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WILL BE UP EVERY SINGLE DECADE BY ROUGHLY THE
AMOUNT OF POINTS THAT CAN BE CALCULATED WITH A NINE DOLLAR FUCKING
WALMART SUDDENLY SEEING OR HEARING CALCULATOR, AND A FEW TOUCHES OF
THE BUTTONS. Simply find the percentage since this bull
rally crossed over into 4 digits in early 1983, that it increases on
average, each year up through around the year 2000. This is roughly
9% per year average. Now take your little calculator and keep going
whatever the market was in 2000, times 109%=. The new number is your
average 2001 point value. To get the 2002 value average, you take the
2001 value average, and again hit the (X) key, then hit 109, and then
the percent and the equals key. To get 2003, do the same with the
2002 price, and so on. Whatever the price average between 1983 and
2000 is, I am guessing it was 9% average increased annually, this is
where you can keep plotting it. It is not going to exactly show huge
peaks and huge dips over 3-5 year periods that swing out beyond the
average predicted low and high for the exact year, but that is how
statistical mathematical equations work.
I
AM QUITE SURE THAT 15,000 x 109% AND THEN THAT TIMES 109%, AND THAT
TIMES 109%; WILL PRETTY MUCH BE WHERE POINT VALUES WILL BE IN THE
YEAR OF 2016, AND TO WORK IT OUT TO THE 70 YEAR BIBLE GENERATION FOR
THE REESTABLISHMENT
OF MATIONAL ISRAEL, just do two more times 109 percents
to the above. This is where it all should end, or else Christianity
is a big fat mother fucking hoax lie, not morianity, that tells the
fucking truth. I have nothing to gain with lying, but the gods do
have such an agenda, and even admitted that I AM the greatest fish in
the whole dam bay, back 27 years ago. Did somebody say,
W-----O-----W?
Let
me say good night folks, things are going to be heating up real fast,
real soon, LU!!!
I
PROMISE, so trust me or don't trust me, at Highland and Route
130 in Cinnaminson, NJ.
Move
over Mellman, Jakell, and Chevy Chase TODMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555555555555555555555
I
AM STARTING THIS BLOG AT THIRTEEN PAST ELEVEN, POST MERIDIAN, MONDAY
MORNING, 14 APRIL, 2013.
A
lot of loud doors have slammed since 1:17 AM this morning, when
ditz-head came slamming in across from me. I have seen it worse, but
it is a pain in the ass nonetheless.
I
have tried to see recently, what is peaking the interest of viewers
the most and the least, if of course they do not know I am trying to
get a read on this, as I cannot be sure of anything anymore, not with
so many folks out of 'regular time'. Once upon a time in any real
world I used to live in between 30 and 50 years ago, the recent few
months of blogs would bring a larger audience than I believe to have,
my guess is two dozen. I could be way off, but normally, am off no
more than 50 percent in guessed situations, so that puts it between
12 and 36 readers/viewers. It is only in my opinion, but if these
viewers were not 90 percent, my own M2F, the old people telling
people thing would kick in, and the operation would grow. It has
grown slightly, but nothing like it would if that was 10 percent M2F
and 90 percent normal regulars living in 'regular' time, © Office.
In addition, there is a lot more, but I will say one more thing, and
it is also quite powerful when examined both thoroughly and honestly,
as best as anyone can do. Not only would powerful stuff that you do
not see happen every day with any blogger all being part of this
MORIANITY BLOG, cause a tell to tell linear increase in my audience,
but if it was closer to the 90 percent 'reals' and 10 percent M2F,
viewers would hit on my music, and they never ever do. I told about
this before, and my read count dropped to nearly nothing for a while
until I shut up on this forbidden topic, and slowly went back to
pretending this is not a factor in anything and blogging without any
mention of this, and the counts resumed their normal weekly averages.
Yes, why would M2F readers want to read the blogs and not listen to
the music? It has nothing to do with Dell Guard buttwipe down on the
first floor who turned out to be another totally worthless person,
and his so called 'leacher link hacks', that he told me about some
time back.
Is
there any more to this? You bet your British Petroleum there is, good
folks, 10%, 90% or any percent. If every single reader is the M2F,
you still are my good folks. If people ignore me, my Google standing
in this last biblical days of Microsoft-Antichrist ownership of all
of us poor slaves to them, and a simple plot done very well if you
really start to think about it, they really do need a major applause
from all of us, but yes, if no one reads my blogs, the view count
stays still. When folks do read them, it ticks up. Unlike the stock
market, it can never go down, but in the world of Microsoft Google
Antichrist, you may as well be DEAD, if you do not get good counts,
and more and more views. So I watch to see what makes the counts
higher and less high, based on a two most recent blog posting and the
response since the first of the two is posted, for the next 60 hours,
or two and one half days. I know that more than interest is involved,
but am planning to shut up on that one, Shorty MacInvondi Forrest
Gaincrank. But as for my Youtube activity, or lack thereof would be a
much more appropriate way of saying this, only the M2F folks know and
understand, the real true awesome power of electronically reproducing
transdimensional music, in any kind of way. Let's stop playing games.
This is why I know that is at least 90%-MTF, if not 99 or even the
entire deal, all though for a while, I know for a fact that it was
not 100, now I cannot be sure, with all of my few friends gone, and
my family hating my guts with a passion. So for them to click on any
of my YOUTUBE accounts would be tantamount to them being disloyal
American agents to whatever alphabet soup they belong to. I posted up
Wanna' Spend My Time in April of 2011, and instantly 20 hits that I
did not in any was cause, were up there, as I did not know how to do
links and shares and all of that, back then yet, and I also did not
listen on Youtube, but only on my CD copy or on my WMP on my PC.
Immediately, huge twisters of record setting levels struck the middle
west. Normally, it would take more like 20,000 hits, after all, no
magic is that powerful, or is it? People do not want to prove me
wrong, as I know exactly how many people have clicked on my
transdimensional songs, and keep an accurate count of any new link I
make or any view I make. Subtracting these two effects from counts,
and only a few songs are from the 'dream-worlds' so only they count
by the way, and I will list them. “Love is For Carpenters”,
Wanna' Spend My Time”, “Eternity With Stacey”. Out of these
three tunes, only two are on Youtube. Even my song from 1996, “SARAH”
that IS ON YOUTUBE, is not a transdimensional song. Translation, it
was not something heard by me in a dream, or a parallel universe,
Dot. So lots of folks are either trying to confuse the heck out of me
while enjoying every moment of it, or they only are blog readers and
never listen to music on the net other than for accepted top artists
and hit songs, narrowing their music perspective in ways they won't
live long enough to ever see what they missed, or it is fear and
distrust, thinking clicking on any of my stuff will magically cause
the next BIG ONE in Cali4nya. No, the family has done more with their
other kinds of time manipulation, than I have ever done. That movie
called, The Big One, The Great LA Quake, right before it happened,
with a family member starring in the movie, Mrs. M. Shriver Schwartz
herself, now divorced, still family, right
OZ-wald???????????????????????? Folks, the power of symbology is just
as inescapable as any of ISIS's threats to imprison me forever, in
1997. But peeps do love to imprison folks, that are in this family,
Dawn and Ann got me for nearly a year and a half, Sarah Callio
Martino trapped a great artist and myself in the Water Company
grounds one day in the summer time of 2000, and in transdimensional
reality, she has trapped me and locked me up in light-houses many
times. I could go on, with or without triptotam meds. As for time
manipulation, forget the movie and the quake, how about the lie that
the world buys into that Mister Joe Kennedy made his money in
bootlegged whiskey? Sure he made some money, and that was what he
used to invest in the stock market, only he did not buy, he shorted
the entire market, right before the great 1929 crash. Lucky guess?
Well, most would say it was some kind of control, before they'd dare
to entertain some, out of regular time mischief, oh my my my my;
Doctor Harold Mastertapes Camping,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I could type on and
on, and every and any subject such as this one is a mere door opener,
and a crack at that, maybe enough to let a shadow of light in, man.
And where these shadows choose to dwell when we do not see them, is
also a few hundred 'Gone With The Wind', book sizes long, AHA!
I
did report to the blogs, that I cannot e-mail Debbie Marotto any
more. I did not say I can't go into her office on Monday, Wednesday,
and Friday; if I need to. AHA, MMCN. Anyway, to repeat the music
stuff, only two songs will cause some bizarre planetary surface
activity if viewed enough and sent through enough electronic
circuits; these two posts being, 'WANNA' SPEND
MY TIME', and 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'. Even the greedy
fisherman song is not transdimensional. I have tape recordings of my
daughter at fourteen while she was off playing lab-technician in her
'sleep', up in both 1984 and again in 1986. She is the one with
incredible abilities, but then world, is this something I need to
preach and arm twist to anybody? How many
Mariah
Carey's are
there, for heaven's sake, literally? Hay, maybe others
somewhere may share the two names, but that is all they'll ever
share. This as we all know is the one and only MC, and so why then is
all of this so incredible to believe? Give me a good answer to that,
a really good one, and I will stop my blogs forever, and that is a
promise, but it better be a REAL GOOD
one!!!! Well, enough is enough is enough, huh BABS? She doesn't need
your crummy condo, lady, the All Mighty owns this entire multiverse,
so screw you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL
TERMINATE MY TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, GREAT PEEPS, and whatever you
think of me, facts speak louder!
Over
the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all
celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a
major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled
black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston,
MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre
hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York
Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in
proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real
that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and
then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock,
and a strange
telephone
in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction
with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story,
and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any
home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and
memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and
tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the
waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were
all written with things, such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series
Champions'. This was a wild and far out “DREAM”
pal.
YEAH,
SOME 'DREAM'
PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A TIME TRIP 31 DAYS INTO THE FUTURE, AND
HALLOWEEN DAY 2 BOOT!
I
TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD
FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL
AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY, THE
ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO MOTHER FUCKING MURDER
ME, AND ALSO,
I
DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS.
HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 16 April.
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AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
I
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. THIS HAS BEEN
CHAPTER NUMBER 49.
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MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER 11, INCLUDES REPOSTS OF OLD BLOGS AS WELL:
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Chapter 2 (HELP ME JOHN JUDY)
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION MY INTERACTION WITH THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL HERE IN FLORIDA Chapter #2, World
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I am here at the library, having the most incredible mother fucking major computer HACK ATTACK, ever, in my entire 4+ year fucking blogging career. This is the 3rd time I have had 2 start over again, with a brand new blog on a different machine. This day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR. All days R super fucking BOTBAR here in FLORIDA, I knew I should have made my strategic fucking exit on the 2nd of May, and not remained here 4 this month, a very bad move there, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “BAD-MOVE-BRO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all what happened. Obviously when I last posted up 2 the internet blogging sites, yesterday, one of these sites did not do a proper job of preventing hacking-worms 2B sent directly into my floppy disc that caused this mother fucking trouble. There is no stopping THEM, NEVER. The fucking diseased and desperately vile and wicked power monger kings known as the {MILLIONTH-COUNCIL} that is!!!!!!!! Even Pope Benedict XVI tried 2 combat these monsters from the SHADOW-CULT. He and the entire Vatican tried 2C what was behind THAT-FAMILY. A child can C this all happened, not only because of the local church that HE visited right behind the MARHOUSE at 65 Middle Road in Guatamayanville (Hammonton, New Jersey), back in the year of 4-BJWSC, (Before “mini-great” Jewelly White’s SECOND CALENDAR, but also because of the recent troubles that McGuire cunningly and very cleverly, got the poor guy into; and this is a secret that damn may get me eliminated TODAY, 4 telling the internet world about. HE, HIS Eminence, was taking this family seriously, and was DEALT WTH, by an even higher power than what and who HE thinks he is working 4, that being the powerful deadly dangerous evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, actually the one third of them that control an Astral Plane area-interaction, known by few living breathing mortals such as myself, as the BRIGGBASE, and the residents thereon, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, or the (SPIRIT WORLD). I will try and reconstruct now, the short other intro’s from blogs that got totally FUCKING WIPED OUT, as THEY knew what I jurist said, was all indeed, gonna get said, and posted up onto the fucking internet, TODAY!!!!!!!! There is no freedom in this evil world, or in this evil empire. They proved their evil empire is indeed evil many years ago, right in our public school system. All real and true ‘believers’ in things beyond what 5 tiny senses perceive know this fact. We no longer salute our flag with the once great words of, “one nation (UNDER GOD), indivisible, and so forth. Take THAT out, take school recognition of the all mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle out, and what has happened 2 society in instantaneous paralleling event?, but school violence, drug abuse in school increasing 100 fold, and on and on we could fucking go lads and lassies.
My blogs that all got wiped out when I began at point-555 millidays today originally, and had 2 keep switching machines, and eventually, asking the librarian 4 a BRAND NEW floppy disc once realizing the hack was on the old one, and that this was indeed the KEY 2 the problem, thank U4 your great wonderful wisdom, oh wise one, MELANIE!!!!!!! I got here 2 the library, and B4I told this, I said how the neighbors had been told not 2 park on my property, and immediately following this, my air conditioning system has broken. The negative energy seems 2 always traverse and endlessly move from situation and problem into a new situation and problem, U can escape the individual problems, but never the true source if the energies that R causing these problems 2B so horrible in the first mother fucking place. The Assistant 2 Congressman Robert Andrews during the summer time of 1998, who had become a personal friend of mine as well at the time 4 about a year or 2, from middle 1997 through middle 1999, named CLARENCE HARRIS, recognized this well, and on a very personal level. It seems that this was because he also had personally experienced things in his life that made him absolutely aware and cognizant of these facts as true and inescapable. This is all on distant prior blog texts from years ago in the middle first decade of this of this horrific 21st fucking century. This man was also a natural soul-traveler, as the ECKISTS religious followers label this, and yet he also was very down 2 Earth, a homeowner, a family man, and a veteran from the United States Marine Corps. He said that moving in a residence only stops the exact bad situation that UR hoping so much 2 escape from, but then a brand new one is always seemingly right there 2 almost instantly greet U at the next location that U move into. HE KNEW a powerful truth that some TARGETED PEEPS DO INDEED FACE THEIR ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, with no let up or mercy, from the wicked vile third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known as the LAMBRIGGER CULTY OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, and run by the MCGUIRE/CALLIO/KING/LEVY/TILLEY clan of THAT FAMILY, and other names not 2 wise 2 blog herein right now while I am this attacked and weak and beaten the fuck down like an abused fucking dog. I know many dogs that live far better than I do, and peeps like me, that simply put, is another PROOF, that there is no LOVING FATHER BIBLE GOD. That, and things like Hitler and what he did and got away with, and on and on we can go, only we fucking won’t, not now today, lads and lassies. Any shrink that legitimately received a doctorate degree in psychology and or psychiatry, who ever read every word of the CHRISTIAN BIBLE NEW TESTIMENT, almost any translated version, can diagnose this teenage girl with half a dozen major conditions. In humans, patients like this would B locked away in safe rooms where they would not B a danger 2 themselves or 2 anyone else. Now imagine this patient Earthling, having unlimited power on top of this. Do not take my word 4 these things peeps, watch movies and narrations of things 4 example like, “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”, stay vigilant and alert and awake, lest someday UB in my position and wish only 2 endlessly curse out your own mother 4 boring your damn ass, Admiral Kirk-whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another major thing U need 2 hear today peeps, Pope, Morians, and all others in the cause of destroying evil and empires of them, is that just as with the movie from last year, 2009, called “17-Again”, the movie from 1991, called, and I do not know how 2 spell it so I will spell it the way it is pronounced, as spell-checker is worthless these days on so many things, RICK-O-SHAY, with the big dude who played in the Christmas show around the same time or a tad bit earlier in the ending of the nineteen-eighties, playing the President of the song-stealer's toy company or BG-Toys, and later moving onto play in the show, “3rd rock from the sun”, there is a line in this show, one huge line, not ever meant 4 poor picked on MOUNTAINPEN 2 hear and learn about, and this is also Y “they” broke my AC unit when I tried watching this, a 2nd time. The first try at it, a knock at the door interrupted me, and I had 2 check out something personal. I can believe one interruption, but not 2, and I knew I had 2 at all costs, finish viewing this mother fucking movie, and I did, broken air conditioning and all. We will get 2 this ‘line’, and later on, the entire movie in more detail, on other upcoming blogging texts. BUT 4 RIGHT NOW, THIS POARALLEL HERE IN THIS WONDERFUL MOVIE, IS WHAT MCGUIRE AND THAT FAMILY AND ITS UNFATHOMABLE POWERS, DID 2 OUR GREAT AND WONDERFUL POPE, C the freaking pucking movie peeps, at ALL COSTS, C the damn ass movie, the hell the cosmos is communicating with this non-curly great fish, Leonard Nemoy of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then my MORIANS need 2 really learn how evil these powerful capitalists really R, by getting the marvelous NOVA documentary hour show from 2006, all about many things, one of them, the chemtrails and contrails, and how all I said on all of my blogs is not only true but a dangerous under rated and totally under exaggerated situation. It is called, “DIMIMG THE SUN”, it is a total absolute 100% MUST FREAKING C PEEPS!!!!!!! It seems the movie shelves in this very library, is all part of the shouting screaming cosmos, THE HELL I AM COMMUNICATING, SPOCK, just not with Humpback Whales, or with Vulcan mind melds from the REAL-GOOG YEAR of 1986, only it was not, girls and curls and Houston Humor all not withstanding here Superfreakingman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The reason I am being literally fucking massacred and pummeled so badly right now is so simple that a blind retarded child can C it with his or her self busy choking on Mama Cass’ ham sandwich, what a laugh, again, the fakes and lies, and phony told history stories, yuk-yuk-and fuck!!!!!!!! ‘THEY’ R ON THE POWER PLAY, ‘THEY’ R ON THE OFFENSIVE, THEIR FILTHY FLYERS R FUCKING KICKING ASS GAME AFTER GAME, AND HAVE THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF 2010 ALL READY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG. ALSO, THEY HAVE MY MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE SYSTEM SO TOTALLY HACKED UP, ALONG WITH ALL EARTHLY COMPUTERS THAT I ATTEMPT 2 CONNECT INTO AS WELL, U COULD FREAKING MEASURE IT IN TERRA-HELLS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO ARE (THEY)? Who do U freaking PUCKING SNYDER THINK-STINK????? THEY R THE MIGHTY AND TOTALLY DISEASED M-I-L-L-I-O-N-T-H—C-O-U-N-C-I-L!!!! That is who, or the one third evil-part, the fucking miserable wicked vile BRIGGERS!!!!!!! If even the POPE is no match 4 these washcloth lung cutter outers, who the fuck am I, from 1969 and 1970, but peeps, there is so much more, speaking of mother-fucking movies and shows, and the one I just mentioned a while back on this blog by the name of “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”. We all know what happened in the miserable late nineteen-sixties with me and THAT-FAMILY; so let us stop beating around the bush about it. Paula King and really just one of many human world ‘sleep-walker-think I’m awakwers’ of her full true total doppelganger higher self in the spirit realms as the mighty First Lieutenant Viqueen, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, listed OFFICIALLY on the GREAT-CITY REGISTRY, matching her CITY-PASS access card, letting her come and go in and out of the purgatories beyond and onto many other planes of existence as well, 2 play her games, along with her leader-now-daughter, SSJK. Her lover, who I knew in my Earthly dream from middle November of 1985 through early March of 2002, who dreamed down on this physical realm that he was David Charles Roth, along with other peeps who managed 2 magically swing events around so that things all ready preset 2 occur would then actually fall into the space-time place where they needed 2 slide into, all happened and all became a large part of my human dreaming ‘reality’. Still, none of these people, none of these events, NONE OF ANY OF THIS, is really real; in so much as it is independently happening with meaning and significance unto its own true self. This would make the phony misperception of some limited free will of all of us, a potential possibility, and it is not. The same matter is passing through the same space, over and over again, and there is not one thing we can do 2 change any of it. Only the gods so 2 speak have the marvelous ability 2 live through this, as us, and mix it all up in various differing combinations. Our misperceptions caused by our human consciousness and psyche, simply will never allow us 2 really ever B real. We can think and believe and insist that this that I tell U is all bull shit, and that UR real, and my blogs R all nuts and crazy. My response is that U have the right 2 do this, or think this, or both, or whatever, just as U have the right 2 believe that U have a billion bucks in the bank and a harem of whores at your beck and call waiting at home 4U, when in truth, UR sick and dying and broke in some ward in some hospital, and everything is miserable and UR in pain, and suffering greatly. I laugh at this metaphysics on the level peeps think of it in 2010, I laugh at that silly SECRET, from 5 years or so ago, I know better, I know the truth, I know enough truth that even the great POPE was interested enough 2 start checking it all out a while back after MC did her 2 late retaliation 4 my “Real Good Girl” song. What it is time now 4U2 do MC, is know the truth on an awake level. Energy is moving through all of this, and THEY R feeling the real pains and joys, we only think that we R, we’re all sort of like mirrors and reflectors, U have seemingly forgotten parts of your own games and your own rules, and Jewelly has as well. Otherwise, RGG would never have hurt your feelings; it never was meant 2 MI. This is all a huge illusion. I am disappointed that U do not as of yet realize that on a conscious level.
Let me show U, and all else out here, that I know more than U think I do. Donna and her hair, no I am not talking about her phony wig from the old days, I mean the show on Broadway. Try putting that short hair wig from that SHOP of your SSJK, or have Misses Explorarolatron from 1969 order U a good one, and roll up that real long voluminous hair of yours up underneath it. Now re-watch the CHARIOTS OF THE GODS, and CY the great frightened board of directors of Nabisco Crackers removed the mighty Sarah-Stacey from those commercials with my fave crackers, the Wheat-Thins. Blows your mind, huh? Remember that STACEY is a special name like SANDY, JERRY, here is a mom and daut team that is a perfect example of my point, and that fit into all of this along with Germany’s President back then in the middle 20th century, along with Iran’s Shaw. Forget the peace and love and happiness and drugs, Donna. The magic is in the TRINITRAIL. Y does the sun glow out a trinitrail ray when U put it onto a camera or C it on TV. Is it planning on picking up 6 different telephones great SKY??????? Each line is a day, and we all love 2 relax and sit back on the 7th, so this is Y no 7th line can ever exist on a real TRINITRAIL. Still, as 4 factories and stacks and keeping back the beams from the moonlight, and all of the 1986 music projects and compensating 4 power and capitalism by cooling down the heat factor, all this was planned, and not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U will never escape me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere, and U will have 2 kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming 2 me and stealing my chain with the long hair and not the short hair. But if U had come 2 me with the short hair, then would love still B4 carpenters? That is the secret that only your mighty daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel would say, and not the treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my parents and my damn family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other Mel, the one with the answers, when she gets the mighty key, huh Mister Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D workin’? Here is a strange D that is not working? I have not seen my flocks of DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is going on Sarah-Stacey, U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner U. Don’t die Copyright Office, this story is only starting, and Karen Love knows this only 2 darn well.
Governor, I’m back all right, and I am HERE, and I am not leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest mightiest natural disaster in the history of this planet, as it is right around the corner. They cannot block the beams from the moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters from me forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE BEEN HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of brains R passed out.
END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
I am here at the library, having the most incredible mother fucking major computer HACK ATTACK, ever, in my entire 4+ year fucking blogging career. This is the 3rd time I have had 2 start over again, with a brand new blog on a different machine. This day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR. All days R super fucking BOTBAR here in FLORIDA, I knew I should have made my strategic fucking exit on the 2nd of May, and not remained here 4 this month, a very bad move there, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “BAD-MOVE-BRO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all what happened. Obviously when I last posted up 2 the internet blogging sites, yesterday, one of these sites did not do a proper job of preventing hacking-worms 2B sent directly into my floppy disc that caused this mother fucking trouble. There is no stopping THEM, NEVER. The fucking diseased and desperately vile and wicked power monger kings known as the {MILLIONTH-COUNCIL} that is!!!!!!!! Even Pope Benedict XVI tried 2 combat these monsters from the SHADOW-CULT. He and the entire Vatican tried 2C what was behind THAT-FAMILY. A child can C this all happened, not only because of the local church that HE visited right behind the MARHOUSE at 65 Middle Road in Guatamayanville (Hammonton, New Jersey), back in the year of 4-BJWSC, (Before “mini-great” Jewelly White’s SECOND CALENDAR, but also because of the recent troubles that McGuire cunningly and very cleverly, got the poor guy into; and this is a secret that damn may get me eliminated TODAY, 4 telling the internet world about. HE, HIS Eminence, was taking this family seriously, and was DEALT WTH, by an even higher power than what and who HE thinks he is working 4, that being the powerful deadly dangerous evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, actually the one third of them that control an Astral Plane area-interaction, known by few living breathing mortals such as myself, as the BRIGGBASE, and the residents thereon, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, or the (SPIRIT WORLD). I will try and reconstruct now, the short other intro’s from blogs that got totally FUCKING WIPED OUT, as THEY knew what I jurist said, was all indeed, gonna get said, and posted up onto the fucking internet, TODAY!!!!!!!! There is no freedom in this evil world, or in this evil empire. They proved their evil empire is indeed evil many years ago, right in our public school system. All real and true ‘believers’ in things beyond what 5 tiny senses perceive know this fact. We no longer salute our flag with the once great words of, “one nation (UNDER GOD), indivisible, and so forth. Take THAT out, take school recognition of the all mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle out, and what has happened 2 society in instantaneous paralleling event?, but school violence, drug abuse in school increasing 100 fold, and on and on we could fucking go lads and lassies.
My blogs that all got wiped out when I began at point-555 millidays today originally, and had 2 keep switching machines, and eventually, asking the librarian 4 a BRAND NEW floppy disc once realizing the hack was on the old one, and that this was indeed the KEY 2 the problem, thank U4 your great wonderful wisdom, oh wise one, MELANIE!!!!!!! I got here 2 the library, and B4I told this, I said how the neighbors had been told not 2 park on my property, and immediately following this, my air conditioning system has broken. The negative energy seems 2 always traverse and endlessly move from situation and problem into a new situation and problem, U can escape the individual problems, but never the true source if the energies that R causing these problems 2B so horrible in the first mother fucking place. The Assistant 2 Congressman Robert Andrews during the summer time of 1998, who had become a personal friend of mine as well at the time 4 about a year or 2, from middle 1997 through middle 1999, named CLARENCE HARRIS, recognized this well, and on a very personal level. It seems that this was because he also had personally experienced things in his life that made him absolutely aware and cognizant of these facts as true and inescapable. This is all on distant prior blog texts from years ago in the middle first decade of this of this horrific 21st fucking century. This man was also a natural soul-traveler, as the ECKISTS religious followers label this, and yet he also was very down 2 Earth, a homeowner, a family man, and a veteran from the United States Marine Corps. He said that moving in a residence only stops the exact bad situation that UR hoping so much 2 escape from, but then a brand new one is always seemingly right there 2 almost instantly greet U at the next location that U move into. HE KNEW a powerful truth that some TARGETED PEEPS DO INDEED FACE THEIR ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, with no let up or mercy, from the wicked vile third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known as the LAMBRIGGER CULTY OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, and run by the MCGUIRE/CALLIO/KING/LEVY/TILLEY clan of THAT FAMILY, and other names not 2 wise 2 blog herein right now while I am this attacked and weak and beaten the fuck down like an abused fucking dog. I know many dogs that live far better than I do, and peeps like me, that simply put, is another PROOF, that there is no LOVING FATHER BIBLE GOD. That, and things like Hitler and what he did and got away with, and on and on we can go, only we fucking won’t, not now today, lads and lassies. Any shrink that legitimately received a doctorate degree in psychology and or psychiatry, who ever read every word of the CHRISTIAN BIBLE NEW TESTIMENT, almost any translated version, can diagnose this teenage girl with half a dozen major conditions. In humans, patients like this would B locked away in safe rooms where they would not B a danger 2 themselves or 2 anyone else. Now imagine this patient Earthling, having unlimited power on top of this. Do not take my word 4 these things peeps, watch movies and narrations of things 4 example like, “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”, stay vigilant and alert and awake, lest someday UB in my position and wish only 2 endlessly curse out your own mother 4 boring your damn ass, Admiral Kirk-whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another major thing U need 2 hear today peeps, Pope, Morians, and all others in the cause of destroying evil and empires of them, is that just as with the movie from last year, 2009, called “17-Again”, the movie from 1991, called, and I do not know how 2 spell it so I will spell it the way it is pronounced, as spell-checker is worthless these days on so many things, RICK-O-SHAY, with the big dude who played in the Christmas show around the same time or a tad bit earlier in the ending of the nineteen-eighties, playing the President of the song-stealer's toy company or BG-Toys, and later moving onto play in the show, “3rd rock from the sun”, there is a line in this show, one huge line, not ever meant 4 poor picked on MOUNTAINPEN 2 hear and learn about, and this is also Y “they” broke my AC unit when I tried watching this, a 2nd time. The first try at it, a knock at the door interrupted me, and I had 2 check out something personal. I can believe one interruption, but not 2, and I knew I had 2 at all costs, finish viewing this mother fucking movie, and I did, broken air conditioning and all. We will get 2 this ‘line’, and later on, the entire movie in more detail, on other upcoming blogging texts. BUT 4 RIGHT NOW, THIS POARALLEL HERE IN THIS WONDERFUL MOVIE, IS WHAT MCGUIRE AND THAT FAMILY AND ITS UNFATHOMABLE POWERS, DID 2 OUR GREAT AND WONDERFUL POPE, C the freaking pucking movie peeps, at ALL COSTS, C the damn ass movie, the hell the cosmos is communicating with this non-curly great fish, Leonard Nemoy of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then my MORIANS need 2 really learn how evil these powerful capitalists really R, by getting the marvelous NOVA documentary hour show from 2006, all about many things, one of them, the chemtrails and contrails, and how all I said on all of my blogs is not only true but a dangerous under rated and totally under exaggerated situation. It is called, “DIMIMG THE SUN”, it is a total absolute 100% MUST FREAKING C PEEPS!!!!!!! It seems the movie shelves in this very library, is all part of the shouting screaming cosmos, THE HELL I AM COMMUNICATING, SPOCK, just not with Humpback Whales, or with Vulcan mind melds from the REAL-GOOG YEAR of 1986, only it was not, girls and curls and Houston Humor all not withstanding here Superfreakingman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The reason I am being literally fucking massacred and pummeled so badly right now is so simple that a blind retarded child can C it with his or her self busy choking on Mama Cass’ ham sandwich, what a laugh, again, the fakes and lies, and phony told history stories, yuk-yuk-and fuck!!!!!!!! ‘THEY’ R ON THE POWER PLAY, ‘THEY’ R ON THE OFFENSIVE, THEIR FILTHY FLYERS R FUCKING KICKING ASS GAME AFTER GAME, AND HAVE THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF 2010 ALL READY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG. ALSO, THEY HAVE MY MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE SYSTEM SO TOTALLY HACKED UP, ALONG WITH ALL EARTHLY COMPUTERS THAT I ATTEMPT 2 CONNECT INTO AS WELL, U COULD FREAKING MEASURE IT IN TERRA-HELLS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO ARE (THEY)? Who do U freaking PUCKING SNYDER THINK-STINK????? THEY R THE MIGHTY AND TOTALLY DISEASED M-I-L-L-I-O-N-T-H—C-O-U-N-C-I-L!!!! That is who, or the one third evil-part, the fucking miserable wicked vile BRIGGERS!!!!!!! If even the POPE is no match 4 these washcloth lung cutter outers, who the fuck am I, from 1969 and 1970, but peeps, there is so much more, speaking of mother-fucking movies and shows, and the one I just mentioned a while back on this blog by the name of “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”. We all know what happened in the miserable late nineteen-sixties with me and THAT-FAMILY; so let us stop beating around the bush about it. Paula King and really just one of many human world ‘sleep-walker-think I’m awakwers’ of her full true total doppelganger higher self in the spirit realms as the mighty First Lieutenant Viqueen, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, listed OFFICIALLY on the GREAT-CITY REGISTRY, matching her CITY-PASS access card, letting her come and go in and out of the purgatories beyond and onto many other planes of existence as well, 2 play her games, along with her leader-now-daughter, SSJK. Her lover, who I knew in my Earthly dream from middle November of 1985 through early March of 2002, who dreamed down on this physical realm that he was David Charles Roth, along with other peeps who managed 2 magically swing events around so that things all ready preset 2 occur would then actually fall into the space-time place where they needed 2 slide into, all happened and all became a large part of my human dreaming ‘reality’. Still, none of these people, none of these events, NONE OF ANY OF THIS, is really real; in so much as it is independently happening with meaning and significance unto its own true self. This would make the phony misperception of some limited free will of all of us, a potential possibility, and it is not. The same matter is passing through the same space, over and over again, and there is not one thing we can do 2 change any of it. Only the gods so 2 speak have the marvelous ability 2 live through this, as us, and mix it all up in various differing combinations. Our misperceptions caused by our human consciousness and psyche, simply will never allow us 2 really ever B real. We can think and believe and insist that this that I tell U is all bull shit, and that UR real, and my blogs R all nuts and crazy. My response is that U have the right 2 do this, or think this, or both, or whatever, just as U have the right 2 believe that U have a billion bucks in the bank and a harem of whores at your beck and call waiting at home 4U, when in truth, UR sick and dying and broke in some ward in some hospital, and everything is miserable and UR in pain, and suffering greatly. I laugh at this metaphysics on the level peeps think of it in 2010, I laugh at that silly SECRET, from 5 years or so ago, I know better, I know the truth, I know enough truth that even the great POPE was interested enough 2 start checking it all out a while back after MC did her 2 late retaliation 4 my “Real Good Girl” song. What it is time now 4U2 do MC, is know the truth on an awake level. Energy is moving through all of this, and THEY R feeling the real pains and joys, we only think that we R, we’re all sort of like mirrors and reflectors, U have seemingly forgotten parts of your own games and your own rules, and Jewelly has as well. Otherwise, RGG would never have hurt your feelings; it never was meant 2 MI. This is all a huge illusion. I am disappointed that U do not as of yet realize that on a conscious level.
Let me show U, and all else out here, that I know more than U think I do. Donna and her hair, no I am not talking about her phony wig from the old days, I mean the show on Broadway. Try putting that short hair wig from that SHOP of your SSJK, or have Misses Explorarolatron from 1969 order U a good one, and roll up that real long voluminous hair of yours up underneath it. Now re-watch the CHARIOTS OF THE GODS, and CY the great frightened board of directors of Nabisco Crackers removed the mighty Sarah-Stacey from those commercials with my fave crackers, the Wheat-Thins. Blows your mind, huh? Remember that STACEY is a special name like SANDY, JERRY, here is a mom and daut team that is a perfect example of my point, and that fit into all of this along with Germany’s President back then in the middle 20th century, along with Iran’s Shaw. Forget the peace and love and happiness and drugs, Donna. The magic is in the TRINITRAIL. Y does the sun glow out a trinitrail ray when U put it onto a camera or C it on TV. Is it planning on picking up 6 different telephones great SKY??????? Each line is a day, and we all love 2 relax and sit back on the 7th, so this is Y no 7th line can ever exist on a real TRINITRAIL. Still, as 4 factories and stacks and keeping back the beams from the moonlight, and all of the 1986 music projects and compensating 4 power and capitalism by cooling down the heat factor, all this was planned, and not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U will never escape me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere, and U will have 2 kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming 2 me and stealing my chain with the long hair and not the short hair. But if U had come 2 me with the short hair, then would love still B4 carpenters? That is the secret that only your mighty daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel would say, and not the treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my parents and my damn family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other Mel, the one with the answers, when she gets the mighty key, huh Mister Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D workin’? Here is a strange D that is not working? I have not seen my flocks of DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is going on Sarah-Stacey, U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner U. Don’t die Copyright Office, this story is only starting, and Karen Love knows this only 2 darn well.
Governor, I’m back all right, and I am HERE, and I am not leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest mightiest natural disaster in the history of this planet, as it is right around the corner. They cannot block the beams from the moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters from me forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE BEEN HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of brains R passed out.
END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
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MARK WAYNE HATED PATHETIC MOHR 2006-2012
THIS
IS A VOLUNTARILY SWORN OATH OF ABSOLUTE
TRUTHS,
WITHOUT OMISSIONS OR ADDITIONS TO THAT TRUTH; AS BEST AS IT IS
KNOWN TO ME ON THIS DATE AS REFLECTED ABOVE, SO HELP ME FLAG OF
THE USA, AND UNDER MY GREAT GODDESS SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
I
have powerful stuff to talk about. Also, I am under a heavy aerial
assault today with one of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
famously used tools of their great carpentry kit of pure evil from
the Astral Plane, the mighty PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
The day is super BOTBAR, and a lot of
heavy amounts of young goddess type of girls, are all over the
place. I was out getting my prescriptions at the Walgreen’s
Pharmacy, and spending my final three and a half dollars, until
the 3rd, and what would have been my mother’s 93rd
birthday, good old frikkin September the third. My Dad was one
week later on September the tenth, and my mother used to love to
say how she robbed the cradle. I am not touching this one ladies
and gentlemen. Somebody contacts, in my opinion, all poster’s of
anything chemtrail-related, and sends them about four and half
billion websites to check out, showing all of us the error of our
ways. He even mentions how Joanie Mitchel sings a famous song of
hers, about them, from 1967. They are all through the HAIR movie,
done in 1979, on the remake of the original hit New York Broadway
theatrical original performance in
1968, ‘HAIR’. I also had Donna
Summer’s wild version of this, done as a teenager,
long before she ever did anything else. Now it belongs to the FBI,
via the basement of Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas. No SPELL
CHECKER, if Ms Mitchel wants to spell her name ‘Joanie’, that
is entirely her business, but hopefully she’ll have enough good
common sense back in time, to stay away from some real lovely
folks that her friends like Dusty, Carlie, and poor paranoid, yeah
right, Janis; did not all stay away from; down in wonderful sweet,
and totally mobbed-up ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
Carlie falls victim to the error’d ways of the Micro-Sucks
spell-checker computer system also, WEEEEEEEEE, new Bank Trucks,
and fuck you too again, as if I want to fucking say ERROR’D,
then that is what I’ll say. You don’t own me or my life, you
silly ass fucking computer program, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, watch
out for FIRE MCGUIRE. He loves to also destroy
people’s personal property, and tries to kill pets, wreck
automobiles, and even though my credibility is total zero; my kid
does pull a lot of weight, only she does not believe the GREAT
PRINCE, nor me, on the jet issue; or even what happened
a long time ago. Unfortunately, I cannot randomly select what I
choose to uncover, discover; and come to learn
as fact. I disagreed with my mom on this, and never
thought that I would disagree with her granddaughter. Oh well
Mayor Levy, who can know the future? Yeah right, to that one as
well, huh your back-pain honor? No one talks about the
OJ TRIAL, and CNN VIDEO, that day, where some
MILITUFORCE CRAFT, WARPED out of our
orbit; as it is all there, and it really happened. Yes,
I had the tape. Now guess who has this tape. Either
the KING’s, or the FIBBIES.
Do
I know why the CHEMTRAIL ATTACK IS SO
BAD TODAY? You can bet your ass that I do, Annie
Costner, bodyguard of the Iowa cornfields. I HAD AN EXTREMELY
INCREDIBLE EXPLORATRONIC INTERACTION
right before awakening at half past ten this morning, another one,
what is this half past ten shit all about, I am left to begin
pondering on quite philosophically, and perhaps even criminally?
This also rings lots of head bells, as things tend to repeat in
numbers, and in events; and on and on I could go on this very wild
topic. Ten-thirty was choke time, on the
evening of June 4th
in 1983, where that all began, along with Sabrina Collins, from
the ‘REAL
DARK SHADOWS SHOW’, back when talent was real,
and not all synthesized and copied; and who am I to talk in this
great pot and kettle situation, as many I’m quite sure are
asking right about frikkin now? There also was another half past
ten, also at night, on a Saturday, more than twenty-six years ago.
I was with the loveliest girl I ever met, and ended up never
knowing what forces had brought us together intentionally; and
nearly had a fate of my own waiting for me, called Rikers Island
Jail. For non, New Yorkers, there are many other things on this
island, it is not just a jail, just in case anyone is remotely
interested. There is something for me, about ten thirty, usually
at night, but it can be morning as well, so it seems. In any
event, I will tell the wild exploratronic
interaction or as you might call it, wild
vivid DREAM, to you on this blog, but before we do
get into it, I want to discuss a few things that will lead up just
ever so nicely, into all of it. The person leaving me a lifetime
of information to check out regarding the CHEMTRAIL
subject, needs me to say a few things here. For once, I did
successfully reply to your message. Yours was the only one that
worked. When I tried PP, I got all kinds of screens as he is a
member of the AOL-INTERNET,
and hard as I tried, I could not get back to him, SAR knows I
tried. I tried replying to my new friend ADS, and also failed, in
fact his entire comment on the WORDPRESS
to me, vanished, poof, and that was that, fortunately for me, I
copied down the frikkin e-mail address that he has, so I will at
least be able to communicate, once someone ever helps me. Things
for me are not like Mister Knowso can
ever imagine, because he is not me, just as I am not
him. He does not think that I know the
history of chemtrails. Most folks until this very year,
do not think these things existed before the nineties, and I of
course know that this is a lot of crap. Not only were both
contrails and chemtrails around before the nineties, and before my
problem with them began, in either the end of November, or the
start of December, in the year of 1987; but in fact; they do show
up on many Hollywood movies, HAIR from 1979 being one of them, and
in the song done by JM in the middle late nineteen-sixties, she is
indeed driving through the Western deserts of the United States,
and sees her share of the very same grid pattern thickening cloud
dissipating stuff, that is shown on the remake of the Broadway
Play HAIR, and before JM sang her song of bedazzlement
while doing some desert driving, there is history far beyond this.
I have in my possession, both a contrail and a chemtrail, during
the CIVIL WAR, Miss KNOWSO
JESSICA GRANT, a descendant of our great General
and later to follow US President, YO. This is because the same
things that have caused the ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’ (MY) INTRO
situation, and the trip from September 30th in 2008, up
to October 31st in that same year, only a 31 day time
travel, but time travel nonetheless folks, and the 6-9 rooms in a
home I never saw ever, and had no reason to ever see it, owned by
Judge Frank Raso of Hammonton,
New Jersey; being shown to me by the greatest female recording
artist on this planet, Mariah Carey; and the list goes on with
literally hundreds of personal real actual time travel stunts,
that somehow are all involved in my life; are not something that
the mighty KNOWSO Patrick Jane of the
MENTALIST television show, or anyone else sharing
the view that there totally is no way that anything beyond the
natural order physical-plane can exist; is a total fool. What
throws off the belief or disbelief, and also causes age old
disputes and down right nasty arguments, is something called
TRANSDIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE.
This is not understood except for, and by, a handful of top
physicists. It explains why I can go back in time ten minutes and
shoot myself dead, and it has nothing to do with all the so many
other rationalizations made so far, even by the greatest minds of
the scientific community. Time travel, no matter how it is done,
even the so-called trips to the future in fast space ships; is not
what people think at all. You would have to see the reality in
pictures. Words will never do it justice. If you take the video of
a car moving down a street, and this lasts from one o’clock,
until one minute past, and you slow it down, and watch it; this
car becomes many cars, and many time-realities; and all that is
happening in or out of so-called normal or extra-normal travel
throughout that minute, is an energy of mind, transferring from
instants to instants, in a very very miniscule kind of a time
fraction. As this MIND-ENERGY is moving by way of its very nature
of its own existence as a sent signal from the sixth dimension,
down into all of the 5th dimensional lower hyperspace
parallel universes, a lot of things are happening, that 21st
century science is only starting to wrap their frikkin heads
around at the top think tank and physics lab level. In the early
22 hundreds, the accepted reality of ‘SPACE-TIME-MIND’
becomes understood, and this alters life
on ‘Planet Earth’ beyond a million times that of
the wheel, or fire, or even prostitution; if I can be allowed a
little lightening of the load here, with some attempted humor,
good peeps. We can get back to all of this and more, at later
times. For now, the chemtrail topic is
indeed complex, and it has nothing to do with any one
thing, and anyone who believes that something so big as this, can
really be such a mono-topic, is kidding themselves. Without these
chemtrails, it is difficult to use ‘STM’ as efficiently, so
they are placed all over everywhere, and until the nineties came
in, folks were literally in their own zones a lot more, but they
were all over the place, just less in the eighties, and less still
before the eighties, but they WERE THERE;
and I do know the history of them, and need not be reminded of
this by any so-called all-knowing folks. This is all very personal
for me, and I don’t expect to be believed on face value when I
make that claim, as why should a nobody be? I get it, I am not a
frikkin moron. Now I want to talk to my new pal ADS, as the next
paragraph starts; and this will then work to automatically
dovetail into the powerful ‘DREAM’
from early this morning before my awakening to
start this BOTBAR last day of the month, and many of my followers,
know about MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
and using it against me by the evil vicious WOMO since 1986, just
as they also use ICPE/PARALELL EVENT,
ALL BRINGING ME TO ENDLESSLY SUFFER WITH THIS EVIL TRILOGY OF THE
PHILLIES, FLYERS, DOW JONES
DEAL!!!!!!!!
Since
I am no good with computers, I lost your comment, and you can
re-ask me and I will answer, but for now; I hope you read, and are
trying using, the great mystical powerful FASCITAR
TOOL, that I explained to you, and the rest of
Morianity, and not for the first time, on a near recent blogging
text. The Fascitar can take you into a connection with
the sixth dimension, placing your energetic
awareness onto the ASTRAL-PLANE,
where you can simply create an interaction, and by merely thinking
anything, it is just all around you, as you are merged instantly
into what you are thinking, and the
illusion of a space and a time dimension are created
right along with you as you do this. This is the total opposite of
waking world life, where first we appear to totally need space and
time, in order to then make an interaction, or even have a body
that powers a brain, that is able to generate ‘THOUGHT’. This
is why the PHYSICAL and the ASTRAL are planes that will never be
able to be merged. They are as far away from each other as
anything can theoretically ever be, but not in time, and not in
distance, but in TRUTH. I do not say that because of this, that
truth is a dimension, however it almost is. The zero dimensional
void infinity IS TRUTH, and
that truth is a LACK OF ALL DIMENSION. How
can anything really be real? How can things be
created when there is just void, nothing? They CANNOT BE. However,
we can, and do, learn to successfully DREAM
OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT VOID LACK OF DIMENSIONAL TRUTH,
and onto the lower ASTRAL PLANE, where from there, we
further DREAM DOWN into physical material waking
worlds, or the fifth dimensional hyperspace, that contains
virtually endless and countless ’4-D’ parallel-universes, such
as the one right here, where I am typing this message, and you are
reading it. Well, we believe we are, when in TRUTH, we
are always simply EXISTING at the void, or ZERO-D, and
dreaming out and away from that, and into all of this,as
nothing of this is real,
but it is one hell of an illusion,
or a DREAM.
Here
is what I was interacting with in my thoughts, that were seemingly
more real than any day or night in so-called waking life, that I
can remember. To begin, I found myself on Tennessee Avenue, in
Atlantic City; and for a brief moment, the same dream or whatever,
that I was interacting in back on the
morning of the 7th
of December of 1996;
where the great Mary Tyler Moore was wearing her famous green
dress and standing on a non existing balcony at the Trinidad
Hotel, facing the street, as no balcony ever faced the street,
only the pool and then the street or just the pool, but here in
this experience, there were rooms facing the King
Parking Lot and
McGuire’s Hotel and Erin Bar,
and balconies; and I had not yet met McGuire, nor had I even
spoken with Misses Estelle Bassler. That all came some time in
February and March of the following year
of 1997, the year my mom fell savagely victim to almost
a voo-doo curse type of unknown outlandish medical condition. We
can get into that a lot more, at other future times, and blogs.
The scene quickly turned to where I was up on the boardwalk at the
Frailenger Salt Water Taffy Store, where in waking life, I spent
many many times inside of, throughout my younger life. Suddenly,
the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE
was just standing there, and we began talking as though
the two of us had normal routine conversations there, every single
day. I even remember thinking of my life, and not realizing I was
‘dreaming’, and thinking to myself, while we were talking;
“Why does this feel so normal and every-day usual to me, just
thinking nothing of talking to, and being with, the most beautiful
giant teenager in the multiverse, like it’s nothing? Then we
walked down to HER lovely shop where she told me to run
up and down the street calling her name,
and so I did this. Suddenly she and I were eleven years old, and
it was the summer of 1966. I was wondering why my left wrist hurt
me, and was all bandaged up. I then remembered that it was about
six weeks earlier, when Bruce Walter, in Westmont, New Jersey, had
chased me inside of my apartment, at 125-A, Haddon
Hills; with a hellish tasting concoction; that he had made in my
mom’s kitchen, and was going to force me to drink, because
I would not stop cursing so badly. Sarah then walked
with me to her upstairs area above the great shop, that Misses
Bassler kept insisting was not where I know it was back in time,
when I would speak to her often from my Somerdale home throughout
most of 1997, after learning she no longer lived after 1974, at 30
South Plaza Place, in South Atlantic
City, New Jersey; but instead had moved down
to Northern Florida, to Ormond Beach; a place I would
come to visit a dozen years in the future, on my drive down
from Cifaloglio to Fort
Pierce, in December of
2009. The minute I saw the area, I remembered it from
countless recurring and repeating very
vivid dreams, but this is just an added foot note, and
we need now to go back to the point that is discussing this wild
vivid dream of just this very morning. I swear this all happened
in this powerful dream, so if anyone does not want to hear some
powerful truth, maybe now is a good time to move over and read the
blogs of Martha P. Hallaway, and Her Rare French Gold and Silver
Coins Collection, or perhaps you might try the blogs of Donnie D.
Dillinger, and his Life as a Florida Keys Painter; but if you
remain here, you will hear some stuff, and what you hear may shock
you a little. Hay, maybe you’ll just yawn and say, there goes
Mountainpen, as usual, honey; pass me another biscuit, and another
cup of tea; and definitely one for my pal, Patrick Jane, the
disbeliever. But before I march things right along here, I owe
some peeps an apology for my stupidity, and I will admit that when
I am wrong and I get all spaced out over something, that indeed, I
was; and will gladly say how very sorry I am, for being a dick
head. Please accept my frikkin apology. I came to learn just this
very day, and hour, that nobody hacked
into my YOUTUBE ACCOUNT. This is just a random tool
button that pops up on videos here and there, so people can make
them better by improving the lighting or color, and what have you;
as most things on the ‘YT’ are photographs, and moving images;
where this would all pertain to. I am sorry for going off and
getting pissed over nothing. What a dork I am, DUH!!!!!!! Just
now, I’m back from a two hour break. I ate dinner, and saw the
local and world news. It seems that Texas had a little rumble all
its own yesterday, a small quake. If you don’t want too many
nasty aftershocks, please back off this persecution, thank you,
dick head twat chewers. Now back to my pal, and my continuing
message to ADS. It is now 835 millidays, today, the 30th
and final day of September. The fourth quarter of 2012 is just a
tad bit more than four hours away. As I said, I will try and tell
my pal, if he is listening, on the BLOGGER site, as I don’t
regularly post on any other site now, as this one brings the most
accurate re-creation of my word document to the viewer. If this
blog is appearing on any non blogger-dot-com website, and you are
not reading it clearly, or the printed text appears to be crushed
together, then revisit me where each post is put up in clear and
ordered sequence, by clicking this following web-address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and
you will be able to see things much better, maybe not my message,
but at least the printed words that make it up. Now, I will try
answering what question I think you asked me, in fact, I think you
already read my other message, and it may have inadvertently
caused me to remember an Astral Plane experience, as remember good
friend, they are not existing in a time continuum there, and we
are here; so when you think that you are remembering any altered
state of conscious thoughts and events, it has no time order
referenced to you at the moment that you are remembering it. When
you wake up and say, wow, what a dream, you did not just have a
dream, nor are you just now remembering this. All things exist in
void, later being dreamed down into the Astrality of existence, a
starry and lighter realm. Then later, we dream down further into
all of these ‘human dreams of caporial tangible material life’
that we call real or physical, totally in error, as reversing the
truth just about always will equal or become a large majority of
it. We see the Earth or any world we would be on as a flat
surface. We see the sun going around us by rising in the east and
setting in the west. It seems that it is quite normal that most
things whether it be intentional or accidental, are all tricking
our senses through some kind of reversal mechanism. If you could
reverse the so-called smart money moves, all of them, on the stock
market; and be wealthy enough to ride out the temporary swings
against your positions; you would always win, and make the biggest
money. Everyone in a majority, guesses wrong. Reversing the
majority concept is always going to contain more of the truth and
accuracy of any item that’s possible. Now, I believe that you
wanted to know if a shared dreaming experience in the hyperspace,
or down here in these parallel universes of waking world
physicality; would effect, or be able to effect the Astral. The
answer is always
NO.
All things are first real and true in the void. Then in the
Phase-2, they are always most real and ahead of anything dreamed
down from there onto 3rd lower planes or realms, such as waking
world 5th
dimensional hyperspace. All that can happen in a reverse
direction, is exactly what I think just happened, only I have yet
to tell it; that is, my powerful full EXPLORATRONIC
INTERACTION OF THIS MORNING,
with SSJKK, the All
Mighty Goddess.
I believe that because you and I have made contact on this
computer, my friend ADS, this has happened. Still, until I totally
know you, and we talk on e-mail, which will be coming to pass if
indeed one of two possible things is the reality of this
situation; as since I cannot undo the accidental erasure of your
comment while attempting to reply to it, only the date would help
me in making up my mind or ruling one thing out, as if it is back
this spring, and only because of coinciding initials to something,
it would make one huge thing a possibility and in the quanta
waves, only finding out that you are not the person I think this
could be or have been actually, then we will eliminate one thing,
and as the Quantum Physicists say so well, the half alive and half
dead cat will be caught, and no longer in the state of quantum
flux.
Either way, reality is reality. If you are still with me, alive,
and reading this, and were thinking about the message that I just
printed a couple days ago for you, then either way would explain
what I used to call, the RPLDD,
that we need not really fully examine right now. We will speak at
more lengths about all this on future blogs, and I want to see if
you have an active e-mail account. A lot of peeps tend to simply
vanish out of existence, when they communicate with me; one way or
the other. The main thing is not
to fear these Shadows from hell,
as their food and sustenance IS
OUR FEAR.
If we starve these monsters, they weaken, and even go away in
time. If we feed them with our fear and give them glory, even as
biblically spoken in scripture teachings and principles,
especially in the religion and faith called, Christianity; then
THEY
TAKE HOLD
and then THEY
GAIN VICTORY OVER US,
and only then, my friend. Now, since this still pertains to ADS,
let me tell the rest of this powerful “DREAM” that woke me at
10:30 this morning with quite a bouncing
bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told how SHE told me to run
up and down the street calling HER name, and how we ended up in
the upstairs area above the Tennessee Avenue shop. SHE wanted me
to open up the middle dresser drawer of a three drawer dresser,
and I did, the very same one I had for many years and kept my own
clothes in as a youth and even as an adult, and did not lose this
piece of furniture until early-middle 1994, when I moved into the
Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey on April the
first in 1994. When I opened this up, a large motorcycle chain was
not inside this drawer, as I had totally expected it to be. Then
SSJKK turned to me, as the eleven year old SARAH, who I knew from
the middle sixties, and told me that SHE wanted the chain to be
there, that I had it up in the future, and SHE went onto remind me
of my two organizational ‘mentor big brothers’ that I had had,
Fredrick Hinger from the Philharmonic, and later, John Henningsen
from the Campbell’s Soup Company. She told me that John, the
second BIG BROTHER, would be giving me this chain, and that I
needed to keep my strongbox unlocked on an exact date, when
December of 1969 rolls around. I have no memory of any of this in
my so-called real or waking (life). I only remember the chain
being in this strongbox, and then always locking it, as it also
contained something that was not for my mother’s eyes, or any
other nosy person who just might be poking around while I was not
home at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and was off at school. All I
remember in waking life is the powerful
DREAM where SARAH took the
chain away on a beach, and then placed it into her middle dresser
drawer, above HER shop, in that upstairs area. SHE seems to have
some kind of affinity with “UPPER
ROOMS”,
and then remember, MISTER KNOWSO know-it-all, that the very next
day, was the day that I got onto the school bus to go to school,
and suddenly, there was a gigantic three criss crossed perfectly
angled CHEMTRAIL,
that spread out all over the skies above Camden County, New
Jersey, that early winter and early
December day morning, back in 1969.
This was not some ride through the desert, nor was this some,
DREAM,
as others refer to things in reverse. Still, and trying to stick
to the point here, in the experience that I seemingly had this
morning, by my reference to waking world time illusion, here is
what frikkin played out, my pal, or well, until the cat is out of
quantum flux, this is a non touchable subject, who knows? I
suddenly remember a lot of haze, and trying to focus my eyes, that
worked just fine until this haze just came suddenly bursting out
of nowhere; and onto this ‘dream-scene’. I found myself taking
the chain in 1969, and bringing it to SSJKK, now back in HER true
form as the six foot seven inch goddess from SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
HER great city, that in some ways mirror images Atlantic City, as
though Atlantic City is some shrunken down incredibly miniaturized
version of the ‘real’ thing. SSJKK smiled at me and placed it
into her middle drawer, and told me that SHE will sing my favorite
song to me now, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”. I fell dead
asleep in my own ‘dream’ right in HER arms. The next thing I
knew, I was putting on the best clothes that I had, a nice suit
that was given to me through the AARP Program and the man Trevor
Watkins, who was my overseer there, and who had some kind of
connections with the local area Salvation Army Store. I put on
these really nice clothes, and drove in my car to an area like I
never saw in my life. It was half inside and half outside, of
something. It was, and it wasn’t, all at the same time. Even for
me, like wow, this was totally off the wall frikkin’ weird.
Then, I sat down on some bleachers, about midway up on them, at
the left end of them, when they are facing me head on. There were
no other bleachers, yet they were on the left side of something,
of what I just cannot pull up. Suddenly a limo drove up, and
Mariah Carey, the great recording artist; got out with a man, some
white dude about thirty to forty, with average build and height,
medium length hair for the styles of men today, brownish color,
that was slightly balding; and was dressed immaculately, as was
MC. She was wearing the huge motorcycle chain around her neck in a
triple loop, and she sounded more like a house pet than a person
when she walked over towards me, as a result. We talked, and it
was as though we had met here and talked on many occasions. I
remember thinking, why is this so normal to be with the greatest
singer on the planet, as though this happened all the time? Then
she asked me if I wanted to hear “the song”. I said of course
I did, not knowing what was going on. Then she sang it to me, with
her beyond beautiful voice. It was not a tune I recognized from
anywhere in this world at any time, not even remotely. When this
was done, she took off the chain and asked me if I wanted to wear
it for a while. I was scared, and told her that SHE is the All
Mighty Goddess, and that I had no business to ever wear HER great
chain. She laughed softly, and told me that this chain is a lot
more than I have come to yet figure out. Then she touched it, and
instantly it became a smaller more normal sized chain made of
beautiful topaz and diamonds, huge rocks an inch thick that had
weird shapes, and were all connected by this solid silver but now,
quite thin chain. I noticed a medallion on it at the bottom, and
on it read ‘I AM 231′. Then the next thing I knew, I was awake
back here in this very room, and it was about 10:30 AM, give or
take a minute or two. I have not had this powerful an interaction
with the All Mighty Goddess, in I do not remember how long, 2008
sometime or there about. This was the time they all began, and
just kept coming, up through the Shop
Rite purple highlights in the hair dream
that is on my blogs. Anyway, for now this is enough about this
powerful ‘DREAM’.
In
closing for the night, my nabes are noisy, lots of doors, lots of
activity, but nothing real super bad or loud, as though they know
the limits, and know that they are being watched.
Very
interesting things are happening all around both me, and those
around me, and all over the area; but I am just keeping my mouth
shut for right now. Mexico may be just a short time away, and then
again, I may not go there for five thousand frikkin years. That’s
on me, ZEEEEE.
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
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
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER IX
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR, all blog URLS © 2006-2013
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
1:45
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 14 MARCH, 2013
I
said that I would keep my mouth shut about some wild 'pillow-talk'
done by my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr, born in Toledo, Ohio,
USAESMWG, on 10 September of 1919 and I will, as long as certain
things remain in an agreement between the Milituforce and myself. But
that does not mean that I will not do what all children as well as
adults who remember being children once, all have mostly done when
our mother would make cake or fudge or brownies and we to quote the
expression, 'asked to lick the bowl', a gross thing to do, and not
what we really did, still, that was the going expression, and still
appears to be even on the most modern hip today, up to date
television shows. Yes, I cannot grab a large piece of the cake
tonight, but that does not mean I will not lick the bowl here; not
after a SUPER BOTBAR TIMES
4 COSMIC/MAGNETIC ATTACK
from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or said more
up to date, the INTERACTION FORCE,
and even more modern and updated, might be what was said all along
all throughout many of my 2007-2009 blogs a lot, while back in New
Jersey, the 'ES' or the (Exploratronic
Supermind). But first things first. I was Microsucked shortly
past midnight yesterday, Wednesday, or about 24 hours ago from right
now, as I speak/type; with their 'UPDATES'. We all get this, at least
from what I have been told, and learned recently, in the past year or
two; from three different sources; unless one uses the Apple system,
over this less expensive one, and so as usual; what else, the rich
have it better. So color me impressed, and like DUH, right Ann King,
old 'buddy'????????????????????????? WOW, did I do some powerful
scrubbing for two days, daughter of AK, or late one. I wonder why
this entire family has death dates on so many holidays. Well, that is
of course not as simple as it sounds on the surface, huh Mister PP of
SPR, now defucked?Yes folks, licking the pan is going to be fun this
morning, and since I have been under this monster ass death attack,
and MARCH of 2013 has been beyond mother fucking putrid and
horrendous for me, I am not just going to stand idly by while these
sleazy diseased twisted jerk off maggots from hellfire, laugh and
jeer and injure me severely, and walk away so clean, leaving my nice
shiny shoes all red and blood stained; right Copyright Examiners from
2000 AD? Just imagine after you read this blog through to the end, if
I tell you now that this is just me licking the pan, not making the
large pan of fudge for a family feast, what would really all get said
if I ever go entirely off and tell the whole dam ass thing, ladies
and gentlemen?
First
off folks, I need to address the subject of the record promoter from
1980, while I was employed at the RPL Sound Studio Labs, in Camden,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, by the name of Lenny William McKinnon. Not
only was he quite a fascinating 'entity', but so are his vine roots
as well. He may have left me with lots of sour grapes, but that is,
as Donna Diva Summer the late disco queen may put this, neither hair,
nor there! Still, when I really go to town and tell the entire
enchilada, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, (L-4), you'll know
it, because you will be suddenly seeing your socks, not on your feet,
and you will not be at the Walmart Store, unless you are playing with
a tablet or PC or phone there, and happen to be viewing this blog, by
some wild 'chance', no such thing, there are more leprechauns people,
than there are random coincidences and pure chance encounters of
anything, so believe 'THAT', Rockdroid Roddenberry. Don't crush poor
old Captain Kirk there big LURCH RORO; as he has a daughter to take
care of, and they both have their automobiles as well to be concerned
with; right Miss Lee Farmers? Well folks, shall we get down and dirty
into the business at hand now, maitees, YARRR?????
Lenny
and his friends, invented what you call RAP
MUSIC. He is no ordinary man, and never
was. He has been following me throughout the past few millions of
years, along with many others in the ES, such as Julia White, who we
all know what I believe; and I know that nobody believes me, so you
know what; that is fine for now, but when I tell some more; you will
be scratching your head, wondering and worrying; as I am totally
planning to make this very personal, or in other words; you WILL be
identifying stuff in your own life, as soon as you fully digest this
blog chapter; and you are not going to be in a real good mood for a
while, and that's a promise. So if you wish to skip this, and gloss
permanently over Chapter Nine, of Morianity-Part-5; this may be a
real dam good time to hit the 'Next Blog' button, or simply log off
of the Wordpress, or Blogger, Websites. You have been sufficiently
and properly warned, so if you go nuttier than a fruit tree in a day
or two, 'don't even think about' suing me, parking across from the
Cifaloglio Garage, or pulling the Trump Rug off his majesty's great
scowling frowning evil head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk
about the real 1-2-3.
As
you know, I am under a wild new attack that began as this horrible
fucking March month came in. This has been a month ever since I was a
dam ass teenager, that I have hated with a passion, and then later on
after age 30 or so; I came to despise October with equal force and
passion, and all for very real and personal, and totally off the wall
Twilight-Zone reasons; that we need not get into on this freaking
blog, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just last
night, Wednesday night, from seven through eight of the fucking
asshole clock, my monster ass mother fucking nabes, did nothing but
slam in and out and in and out and in and out; totally senseless
persecution of me, and I think the smarter quarter of my audience
knows exactly what is going on, and does not dismiss these
coincidences like the non fans of the great “Law & Order”
television show might.
In
addition, these rotten bastard prick scum
bags, for some time again, HAVE BEEN BACK ON A REAL ROLL
OF PUMMELING ME WITH THEIR EVIL;
CONSTANT NOISE, SCREAMING, SLAMMING, IN AND OUT, ALL DAY AND NIGHT,
AND FLATTENING MY TIRE WITHOUT HELP FROM
JULLIARD MS OF MANHATTAN, OR ANY OF ITS QUITE BRIGHT PUPILS.
DOORS GO ON ALL NIGHT AGAIN NOW, THEY ARE GOING ON STILL AS I WRITE
THIS FUCKING BLOG AT 2:24 AM, AND THE MANAGEMENT WILL NOT DO A THING
TO THEM, AS THEY ALL HAVE BEEN PAID OFF OR THREATENED OFF. Still, I
was informed, that when I wish to move, if I get a doctor's note that
my nerves are being adversely effected to the point of injuring my
general health, they will move me to the building up north a ways on
7th Avenue, into a unit for old and quiet peeps, like me,
someone who hates music and loud noise. So I am not ready to move
yet, but soon, this is what I will in fact be doing, just as I did in
1984, leaving 506 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey; for
1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, W—O—W.
Despite
all the hell, I made back all my lost units in my Systems-Roulette,
as I said before, and have made a small March profit of 28 and a half
freaking units. If I had not lost those 48 and a half units on that
day before the Dow Jones CROSSED-OVER
into all time RECORD HIGH TERRITORY,
that caused that magnetic disaster to happen to me, I would have a
March total profit of 76 units, or in 1986 money in Atlantic
City, $7,600.00 cash money, on the black gaming level, or
one hundred dollar playing chips level. But this is of no
consequence, and beginning right now today, I am not going to be
playing roulette on paper any more, and am making plans to get to
South America before the RUN AWAY SONG
WARNING strikes twice, and just ask the mother fucking
Empire State Building how many times it gets struck by Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis every year, and then the idea of striking
just twice will not seem strange and foreign to any of you, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! And please,
no 1988 McDonald bouncing around dancers,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving right along here
good people, Lenny McKinnon and his friends from the late seventies,
were just a small part of my nearly 60 years of life as Mountainpen,
but several powerful things involved with this dude, have altered my
life in ways too major and incredible to be intelligently discussed
in any one short blog work. The powerful people who Scott Ransom was
referring to about 8 years after Lenny
McKinnon's paths crossed mine making this the
time circa of 1988; may very well be the greatest male Disco
scum bags of their day, the BG's.
I have come to learn just since residing here in Florida and away
from an entire life up in Jersey; that this record promoter had made
some kind of a secret deal behind my back, with Levy and Gibb, giving
them the right to my song, 'Lost Love', written and copyrighted by me
back in fucking ass 1977. It is all there in the Copyright Office,
but this work when lovely Donna Patterson re-did it for me, along
with her friends, Albert Pileggi, Jan Nace, Robert Andrews, and
Mister Russell of the Russell Music School across from the Garden
State Race Track, in those 1980 times, no longer operating under that
name now and for quite a while, however good folks; you will not see
my 1975 or 1977 copyrights on 'LOST LOVE' and 'SPIRIT PEACE' songs,
on my recently posted Copyright Public Record Form, on my blogs; as
it only goes back into 1978, on that particular form. They have the
other two copyrights from 1975 and 1977 as well as my book from
Halloween Day of 1994, called, ''The Permission Barrier'', on
separate forms; or so they have informed me. I merely pass on this
information to my Blogging Audience, or my blogaud, for short.
But
the big pan lick is yet to come, and will only just open up a gateway
into your thinking, if you allow the process to begin in your mind,
called enlightenment; that is. What I will tell you now good people
is not from any book or person, no guru on top of the Himalayan
Mountains told me, no great mystical being appeared at my bedside, no
dream, no meditation, no altered states of mind awareness, and ''no
nothing'', if I can quote lovely Diana Ross, from 1983. Before I go
directly into it, something else will be told, that will dovetail
real nicely; and leading perfectly into the topic. Before my father
'turns the page and dies', Paul Michaels; or before Sidney Crown 'has
my voice recorded', back in 1969, to keep me from doing mischievous
mirror tricks; all this shit you
see on fucking TV about kids doing really bad shit,
and becoming monsters, is a lode of fucking crap; as I
did a lot of shit that was real bad, and so have most of my family
members; and let me
tell you something. If it ever all came out, Ziggy, it would not be
simply awesome or monstrous, or reprehensible, or unspeakable. It
would be what no possible human language would ever be able to
create, and
that, my friends and fiends out here; is total fucking GOSPEL! WOLF,
WOLF, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump this if you can, and see if
you can make your mark on the world, the way this dude has done. Oh
yes Jill MacInaley, your lovely Gong-Show twin Shorty MacInvondi
Trump, is right up all our asses, at C-SQ! I will most definitely get
much more specific and detailed on things that pertain to PHASED
ENTITIES from the
spirit world (Astral-Plane), such as Shorty MacInvondi, who used me
to bring their life force into the human waking dream-world, as
opposed to the normal dreaming of getting born and living as a baby
and a toddler and a child and an adolescent and then an adult and
then stop dreaming completely one day, just waking up where they
really are. I will also tell you that the more math and science you
have under your belts, the better you can relate to what I am about
to shock you with, and you will not like it, know that right now.
Would you really like me to lie to you and insult you that way, or
tell it up front and straight out, people? I mentioned that I have a
near absolute memory on a conscious level, minute to minute, from the
present point, all the way back to my birth. It is not all fragmented
and in pieces. You will not like it when I tell you why memory is for
the most part, that way with most of you out here. You will want to
die once I tell it, and if you can even grasp a small part of the
truth that I am about to impart. Except for a few small times when I
totally know that I was interfered with by way of STM
(SPACE-TIME-MIND), I have a totally interference-proof, closed
private circuit. They cannot mess with me, not for a long time yet
when I eventually age and fail in this lifetime, and begin to no
longer keep the ES out of my system with a password. All of you are
open circuits. You are all living totally password unprotected. You
have billions of dollars in mind accounts in an invisible computer
that you leave on and with no password protection operating, and go
outside, and the Exploratronic Supermind comes in each time you exit
your residence, and they get on and do a million things to you. Now I
am not being literal here, this is a parable, just like my
sixty-first grandfather's Uncle Jesus Carpenter used to use, so that
he could relay powerful truths kept hidden by the conscious
collective of the waking hyperspace reality in three dimensions. Your
4-5-D is totally protected, but in your waking life, you have a
million gapped out pieces, and each piece leaves you vulnerable to a
STM interference by the ES (Exploratronic Supermind). Only a few
exceptions have occurred, and world, it is by this powerful great
family, every single time. It is all on previous blogs. It happened
to me and was done by them, and the last three most recent strikes
were as follows: Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take photos
for use on my Morianity-Foundation web-page, in October of 2006, and
we both were memory gapped out, by family member Robert McGuire.
Sarah Callio and McGuire, family members, were also involved back on
7 February in 1997, they cannot take that away from me, as on that
date the DJIA fell about 50 points because I was able to make contact
with this incredible family, but when it did me no good, the market
instantly rebounded and shot back up, you can check and verify this
information online somewhere on some Wall Street Journal Newspaper or
similar periodical source in an archive from your local library.
Anywho, I had just asked Sarah her last name, and maiden name, and
she said Callio, quite reluctantly; and then they both made me
totally forget that name as I drove down Tennessee Avenue, before I
came to the first intersection, Pacific Avenue. Every single time you
cannot remember one single minute of your time, you are a computer in
the hands of a cosmic hacker using a future known reality called STM,
to invade your beingness, and make continuous alterations in your
waking life, that effect the entire interaction of you and me, and
all of us as a whole, or a conscious waking collective. Any tiny time
that you cannot pull up in your waking mind, you most likely have
been on a trillion trillion trillion journey's inside of those
fragmented pieces of reality, with an unknown to this time period
club and group, that will indeed come to be known as the cosmic
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or the
ES. Going back to my fourth gap out, where a significant part of my
day cannot be recalled, is on the day of my medical appointment with
the throat specialist just off of Grant Avenue, in Northeast
Philadelphia; back early in 1984. I was not the one all hung up with
those audio tapes, and those who were, all know this is totally the
truth. You made the big deal out of it. I was only as far as the 'MY'
coming out on the copyrighted ''Real Good girl'' song, in August of
1986. Munch on this a while, good folks, and watch those black ops
choppers; as they do indeed come into our urban areas. David Roth and
I witnessed a fleet of them, right near the old Sears Building, that
they later imploded, also in N.E. Philly-57-vampire sticks that fly,
huh Snyder?
This
is just a pan licking folks. This is not the big nice batch of fudge,
or cookies, or cake. This only scratches a surface on shit that I
could type on and on until the blog was 1000 Moby fucking Dick book
lengths long, YO. So in the interest of my getting a little shut eye
now, I bid you all a fond ado. I am wasting my time with suicide.
Hell goes beyond death!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5
CHAPTER
Vlll
3:10
PM-EDST, WEDNESDAY, 03/13/2003
Neighbors
have been very bad and noisy for a week or more. Death android/angels
and clock ones attacks are continuous events. Everything that can go
wrong, is going wrong. Everybody is no good and rotten, right down to
the core, and the atoms inside the core are totally rotten as well,
and I'll argue that with physicists.
The
reason for the bull market has nothing to do with what I was
concerned may have been. It has been because, as always, all attempts
by me to pursue MUSIC, in any WAY, SHAPE or FORM, are STOPPED AND
INVISIBLY BLOCKED AND SANCTIONED, every single time, all my mother
fucking cunt eating pathetic life, by those who must know the very
same secret that I do, and also know of a statement made by the great
Plato quite a while back in time, that is lost to history, but he
said it to me when I was a silversmith in those days, “Beware the
tide that brings within it the music message, as it will be heard the
loudest and remembered the longest”. Someone is very afraid of my
message, my information, what I know; shall I go on? I know for a
fact that they are scared; and that this is why I am being totally
sanctioned, and everything that I have ever attempted to do, has had
the quintessential kibosh placed on it, by Scott Ransom, and his
'very powerful and disgruntled people'. I look very forward to my
coming death. It will release me very soon, from the horrible
nightmare of human life as Mark Wayne Mohr. Naturally, after I am no
longer here to kick into pieces of shit by total sub squat slime
scum, as I'll be gone, then the EVIL EMPIRE as all evil empires do,
William Clinton and Secret Service, will ''fall into history''.
Long
story short (LSS) good folks, the Avalon Studio in Port Saint Lucie
is closing to the public, and are going to be doing other things, so
I'll no longer be able to do things there. I cannot fight powers that
go beyond the fucking stars in the fucking heavens. Even I have a
point where it is ludicrous in my own mind to remain in a mode of
foolish tenacity. Another such example is not walking around a
thousand foot brick wall, but rather, keep banging my head on it
hoping I won't have to walk around it. Of course I won't. I would be
dead with my brains all smashed fucking in, right old pal Lee Marvin,
dirty-sir, and angry dozen, Jane Fonda papa? Hay, the world says NO,
so it's no. This entire thing is controlled by an impregnable power
structure from a higher realm and reality, who I know personally as
the Lambrigger Cult of the Briggbase of the Province Olympia Phase-2
or the (spirit world, or Astral-Plane). You know people, it is like
taking a gun and taking a box of amo bullets. Which is more powerful,
the bullets or the gun? Nobody is strong enough to throw the bullets
hard enough to cause very much damage and injury. The gun will sit
there empty all shiny and harmless by itself, as well. The logic in
this little diddy is not complex, all though figuring out what is
missing here may in fact be more elusive and difficult to locate,
than untying the fabled Gordian knot, that cannot ever be untied. A
dummy can see that you take the bullets and the gun, and you have a
weapon. You take the driver and the automobile, and you get a
reliable way to transport people. Separate from each other, the
person walks and the car stays parked. Nothing is wrong with either
one of these items, but somehow they are not connecting up correctly.
Well if something is being intentionally blocked and sanctioned, that
is a great explanation for many things. But it still leaves the
powerful fucking unanswered question of but who is causing this
sanction blockade all of my life, and more to the point, exactly for
what purpose, WHY? I know how real all this is, right down to people
getting killed that get involved with me, or in some cases merely
scared or threatened, or perhaps even PAID-OFF! I've seen it, over
and over and over again, and this does not make me a tin foil hat
crazy person. I have seen it; just like lots of folks have
encountered a lot more than just a television show, back in 1988, a
great documentary on the New York City Television Channel Eleven,
WPIX; but rather they have seen more than just this TV show in '88.
We all know what we know, what we hear, what we see, what our lives
are about; and we can be told we are wrong, or crazy, or this or
that; but we all know, unless we are legitimately mentally fucked up
and demented, or brain damaged and seriously mentally ill. I don't
have to defend my life or my position to a soul, not the guy down the
fucking road, not the governor, the president, the POPE, not even to
Isiscylla, who just sent me a message, and fucking hacked the I in
the name, not allowing it to capitalize no matter what I did for a
while. You really impress me with your stupid ass parlor tricks, and
you have no mercy and no feelings at all, and are the epitome of
hypocrites, writing that fucking bullshit on that wall. When I am
down the most, is when you kick the living crap out of me. My
creditors are persecuting the shit out of me today. Every time they
know I am hoping for a call on the telephone, they call me ten times
that day and mess with me. So FBI, and ACLU,
and FCC, how can they know I am expecting a call, unless they are
ILLEGALLY BUGGING MY TELEPHONE, AND LISTENING IN TO MY GOD DAM
PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS; IN
VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING
RIGHTS TO PRIVACY?
My
health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies are on
a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING VICIOUSLY
PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED MOTHER
FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO DO WITH
THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE
NOBODY ME, yeah, some nobody, as if
this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for
a half of a fucking cunt century, ladies and freaking gentlemen; does
it not stand to mother fucking cock sucking reason?
I
plan to take my fucking life, and hope that I can remain
dead.
I have died 100 times in the past 35 years since that turn off of
Route 30 while heading over to Audrey Heller's house in the early
nineteen eighties, that I made, and do not think I cleared that
oncoming automobile. Sooner or later, this retracing machine has to
stop copying me. Funny huh folks, they don't like to be soul
captured, yet they fully retrace me physically back here in this cave
period. Go-Fig!
YES
I AM HERE, IT IS ME, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN.
MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, © BLOGS 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER VII
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, 2:08 AM, 13 MARCH, 2013
Ladies
and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible jerk off
nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes, planned in
advance by my new pal and future world renown entertainment attorney,
once my case is awarded a trillion dollars. This is not a joke or a
hoax, and already, a life has been lost I have been told, and this is
all that can be said, other than anyone who in any way who is small
like me, but not 'HUNTINGTON PROTECTED' like me, becomes a major
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target, once they so much as even tell me any
valuable information. This was the case here, and the rest of the
story for right now is totally not bloggable, folks, sorry. A chosen
generational Huntington is someone picked by my starcestors long ago,
Agent G7 not open command, but WOW,
someone knows what is getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer outside
is going off at 17 minutes past two in the morning, totally illegally
of course, and now has stopped, more hood enemies and Nickpals I'm
quite sure, but of course, it is not provable at this time, all
though, my new lawyer friend who we'll call by a made up name of Jeff
Starkey, confirmed that an entire gang in this Fort Pierce area, is
under standing orders 24/7, and this is to the best of his abilities
so far to gather this bit of flagpole information of non
transdimensional reality. For a while folks, we will be talking very
three dimensionally, leaving all dream-life in the dirt, even though
to me, it is like living with arms and legs amputated, and with one
ear and one eye, literally. This is because to me, I know the entire
fifth dimension is one truth and does all interconnect, and
especially in the more localized one percent or so of the hyperspace
realities, which could be vigintillions times vigintillions or more.
But I am hoping to get a few new converts of Morianity, closet kept
or not as this does not matter, as not that long ago, gay and lesbian
lovers, and behaviors, were also kept deeply in the closet of our
American society; but I am trying to get people to be able to better
relate, so I will have to live all half blind and deaf and
quadriplegically amputated, for right now, on the next several blogs
or so. You too Glinda and Toto, oh-oh!
Now
stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass easy
for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen
up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at
the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I
am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
This
was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my
telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across the
hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass loud until
I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of course, all day
long, they can shout at the top of their fucked up lungs whenever
they want to, and slam their doors, and be in and out a million
times, should they so choose to; but don't so much as make one tiny
sound in your fucking apartment, poor old
jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon
Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?
Yes
my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG,
PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being a
Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I told JP a
while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total GOD out of
GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great for establishing
baseline information but never ever live by it as though you have a
gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held hostage to anything that
we little 99ers already don't have to already be hostage to, without
having any say over it whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire,
in the near future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage
in my building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie
snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is caught on
video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my kidnapping by the
mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the mighty mysterious TAWF, I
am rebuilding my evidence file up, and this is just the very
beginning of a lot of shit that will also follow, as baiting in my
enemies is as easy to do as taking candy away from a two year old,
unless of course, they are able to say through a telephone, sixteen
years ahead in time, “I know”. You can hate me all you want to
Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word
right about now, sorry; W----O----W!
The
stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a month
now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there, maybe, but AS
I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is totally FLYING TO THE
MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and none of you knew it, but I
KNEW IT, and there is a reason I knew it, and it is why I was able to
consistently win money playing professional roulette back in 1986,
and that is, the truth about Parallel Event, or applying it, as in
the word APE. Now this is not some big secret, and has been told and
discussed for seven years of my blogs now. What has not been told
completely is how the total story of everything all fits together,
and for a good reason. I don't yet have it all figured out, but I'll
admit one thing here and now. I would bet the devil himself, my soul;
and in fact am doing so right now; that when I tell a few beyond
gargantuan things later on, it will be curtains. But I will not tell
these things, as long as the EVIL EMPIRE does not strike me with some
huge plan. There is no other possible reason for this
REAL MARCH MARKET MADNESS,
taking the DJIA up to places never before, and past where they were
since nearly six full years ago, unless some giant evil master plan
is being hatched against me, and the only thing that I can think of,
is another attack on my transportation. We all know what is being
said and it goes way beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already
told. I will agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do not
mess with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock market, you
evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you do not go
after me at full blast, I'll fucking agree not to go after you at
full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will tell you, that you
don't want me to do this, and nothing on my blog as of yet even
starts to tell this secret.
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
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MORIANITY-PART-5,
CHAPTER 00006
5:55
PM-EDST, 11 MARCH, 2013, EARLY MONDAY EVENING
For
an hour or more this morning, my dirt ball nabes from across the
hallway made a horrendous lot of noise shouting and banging doors.
But this dark cloud has a very silver lining, beyond just what my new
pal and budding upcoming promising new world famous entertainment
attorney of the future after my case wins global 'and beyond'
attention and recognition; has plans of doing with all of this; but I
ran into Debbie Marotto today after returning from the Dollar Deals
Store on Route One a mile to my south or just about, where I needed
to buy some various cleaners that will take care of bringing my
apartment up to specks in my kitchen and bathroom, and along with the
sponges and scouring pads and all of it, cost me only a fin and
change with the cut for the governor all included. So Tomorrow, I
will be a srubbin' folks, and THAT sir Rockdroid, is a lot more than
just the great equation, and you can tell Misses Roddenberry I said
so! As I returned back to my building, Debbie was coming out to sit
down on her smoke break and shoot the shit with the residents that
sit out there as well, and I showed her what I bought and she told me
it is all perfect, and will do the job very nicely. But the real
silver lining is something that will be taking care of my noise
problem once and for all, and I will not be blogging it. If you need
to know for any reason my friend Shf. Ken Mascara, sir, just get in
touch with Resident Manager, DM, she will inform you, and the real
super frikkin WOW
of all of this, is that this all takes me back to good old Robin Hill
Apartments, and 1984; and this blog most certainly, US © Office; is
FOR THE
RECORD, ON THE RECORD,
and yes folks, BY THE RECORD. Another WOW is most definitely needed
here, yet a lot of my following Morians may be scratching their
heads, but oh well; I'll be getting
into a lot more than just better explanations of this,
as the hours and days continue to keep ticking on and on and on and
on, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I really do miss my wonderful
'WOW TRUCKS', TD BANK. Please bring one back, so I can see it when I
go over to do my banking. It is the only thing I have to keep me
close to the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle; as in her human form,
she totally hates my guts. Ain't life grand, David Bally?
Yes
dudes and duddesses, I AM
SURE THAT WALL STREET IS GETTING
ITS WAY, as this was
another horrific frikkin weekend, and everyone of them now will be;
unless the sheriff and the police
can do something to protect me better on weekends; knowing how this
evil Wall Street
operates!!
MORIANITY-5,
CHAPTER 00005
5:28
PM-EDST, SUNDAY, 10 MARCH, 2013
STARTING
BLOG, ON ANOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ATTACK, SIR
SHF. K. MASCARA
All
day today, there is one fire alarm after another being INTENTIONALLY
SET OFF, it is not a PHA test, as the fire trucks come here each and
every time, so some resident is doing this on purpose. Never ever,
unless it is a test, that is run on that day, in my two years here
now; have there been FOUR FIRE ALARMS IN
ONE DAY, AND WITHIN ABOUT 4 OR FIVE HOURS OF
TIME PERIOD.
The
scum across the hall are shouting, and are in and out with their loud
booming ass doors as well, but I can almost understand it when this
many mother fucking fire alarms are going off today. It just now
stopped, this FOURTH FUCKING ONE, and
the fire truck is outside of the building, for the fourth time now.
It is 22 minutes past fucking four this late afternoon. This is about
the worst and noisiest Sunday ever, but notice peeps; EVERY
FUCKING SUNDAY FOR A MONTH OR TWO
NOW, SINCE THIS SUPER DOW JONES BULL RALLY
THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, all began, THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE has struck me with severe deadly fucking
pummeling and death siege, so that they can get these huge ICPE-APE
results on the following BUSINESS FUCKING WEEK, ON THEIR DIRT BAG
TOTALLY FUCKING CHEATED
STOCK MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I will quickly tell you two things. First of all, my new
lawyer pal, that will be fresh out of college in the first week this
May, and who is going to help me to sue
these WOMO ENEMIES FOR ONE TRILLION
DOLLARS, after proving a lifelong fucking pattern, of
unspeakable and unthinkable persecution that is worse than what was
done to all of the Jews combined who suffered under Hitler; and this
is truth so help me ALL MIGHTY GODDESS ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE; and he told me that WOMO will probably
do this very exact thing to me this very weekend, and he has a
buddy over in our local Fort Pierce Fire Company, so as a
collaboration, this will ALL FIT SUPER DYNAMITE PERFECTLY, RIGHT INTO
MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS, ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO YO YO YO.
So go chew on this little tid bit of indigestion juice, you twat
lapping fucking bastard enemies from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bounce that all around, YO YO Nothing Prophets, of fucking McDonald
Dancing 1988'ers, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
second thing now, is 'thisssssssssss', Miss Erica 'AMC' Snakes of
1983, WOW! The second
thing is that when I shortly blog some major previous
three week GAWNUM EQUATIONS from good old pussy cat GAGA,
well, let me just say that maybe you should brace for a real roller
coaster ride on Wall Street, when I do, and also, here are the
already provable facts about the folks trying to get me thrown into
the street. They have admitted on tape, to a private investigator,
who they think is their friend, well until they all read this fucking
blog; about taking the air out of my rear automobile tire, as well as
put dozens of cock roaches into my apartment, and one of their
friends is indeed, or was at that time, with the PHA, and has been
recently fired for misconduct, and Sheriff Mascara sir, I need a lot
of help from these HORRIBLE FUCKING
THUGS SIR, and also, I cannot in good conscience tell
whether this man lost his position with the PH Authority for coming
in here and letting dozens of roach babies loose in my apartment
about ten months or so ago, or if it was totally an unrelated
something else; but thank the goddess
that he is no longer working for the 'PHA'. Still, they are trying to
get me on the street and homeless, Sheriff, and I am the one who does
nothing wrong and is in here every day and night being good and quiet
as a mother fucking church-mouse, YO. This is the lifelong fucking
hell that I AM forced to endure, Roseann Neckbites, and yes, maybe if
you all were raped by an older married woman and had a crazy vamp
after you at age 14 and a half at the same time, or were they one and
the same person, as I know this star family can do miracles beyond
what Christ did when here, and just who do you think Christ was, and
why do you think the Pope really stepped down, and should I go on,
Sheriff Mascara, and
others out here in the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
YO? As the lovely 'L&O-CI' musical genius, and
young lovely girl, would say right about now; 'The End'!
THE
END!
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