LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER NUMBER XXXI
NOW.
MONDAY,
1 APRIL, 2013
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
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Blogger since January 2006
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My blogs
About me
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Gender |
Male |
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Industry |
Non-Profit |
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Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
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Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
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Introduction |
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
Books |
The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
with the wind, |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Now
before we proceed with the blog, see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
OK
ladies and gentlemen, my wonderful viewers, and this includes most
who put up with me, I wish to thank you, as whoever you are, I must
have some tiny value to hold some bit of your attention. I'll try to
live up to your expectations.
As
you can tell, I used my afternoon without any more Monday (L&O)
television, not to grab some DVD movie, but to work on my new
MORIANITY PART 5 MASTER SHEET. Well, this was it, and now comes the
blog. Well, another tweety bird blog, as this was a rotten day that
has left me hungry and tired, and so I will watch some movie and have
some din-din, if it meets with the approval of my Great aunt Maud
Huntington Benjamin, and her friend, Miss Hollywood Betty Roachfood
Davis, oh wonderful dearest mommy. Those too young to have ever seen
the really cool shit from yesterday, and have no desire to ever sneak
a peak at any of it, I genuinely have pity on your empty soul, this
WAS TALENT, and even my super great awesome kid who now judges talent
for herself, will tell anyone out here, that this is correct. They
just do not make things like they used to. I speak here of the old
movie 'Mommy dearest', naturally; starring Betty Davis. Of course,
as a youth, I fell madly in love with that hot awesome goddess the
first second that I ever saw her. Most kids it was Raquel and then
maybe she a few others ranked number 2-5, but with me, it was always
Betty right there on top, huh Mister Goldsmith Twilightzone?
Yes,
I have not had a very good mother fucking time of things for a long
long long long long fucking time, good people. It truly and honestly
IS GETTING ON MY GOD DAM NERVES, so why lie and say otherwise,
BRAHHHHHH???
I
could bore you all to tears with a bazillion fucking things that
'GAGA' and I spoke together about, mathematically of course, as
cats do not talk; or they shouldn't; unless we forget
to take our medications for too long. Instead for right now
and today, going into lots of numbers and phrases that pertain to all
of the recent SOSO-WEIN BULL-SHIT, that is really not of any major
shocking new value; so we will now endeavor to do something a little
bit differently. I gave you one example of this just yesterday, of my
stuff, not all being some fictional made up book. I
only wish I had that kind of fucking talent people, I really
ass do. As much as the 'EW' despises my pathetic whittle guts, and
has since my birth; they would hire me tonight,
and put me in a fucking mansion next to Jed Clampett; and we
could both shoot at the moon, and make new pals like Timmy
at the Harvest. They and I all know, that I am totally without
talent; and this Morianity is not a work
of fiction, but is all real, and to the best of my knowledge and
recollections; it is also totally honest, and true; and nobody
pays a NOBODY, for their true story, and folks, that's just
the fucking cunt lapping sad part of life, because this planet has
chosen cosmically, TO REALLY MISS OUT ON SOMETHING REAL ASS BIG, and
the few viewers that I do have, KNOW IT, and they KNOW IT REAL DARN
WELL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just wanted to write this to you
all out there, and just give you something a tiny bit new to scratch
your head about, and munch on, with or without any paranoia or Apache
Helicopters in or out of urban areas. Oh well, lovely giants, be them
buildings or girls or 'WHATEVER' to
quote my old now famous congressman pal who denies me like Peter
denied Jesus, but again, WEIN-SOSO, but folks, the word is fitting,
and I'll say it to you, but yes, I have an affinity for lovely tall
things. Still, my ambivalence is due to very frightening events in
my past that nobody can seem to fathom, and even make fun of. I won't
lie, I try to like Officers of the Law, but they can indeed make
themselves at times, quite unlikable. Still, let us all carry on,
while I carry out the final plans for the MORIANTIY-FOUNDATION, day
by day, or until I leave this horrific monstrous planet, whichever
comes mercifully first. Yes the word is too fitting not to use L-4,
so here goes, and thanks for nothing Toronto Bank,I really needed a
truck there to maintain my rapidly disintegrating sanity. Ani-ha,
W------O------W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, it is way too big to get into on this blog, but DOC, I figured
out my problem, as you said so well to my mom at her office in early
1984, and it is not just rotten neighbors who love to slam doors,
such as mine, as this is another one of those fucked up days, maybe a
little milder than some other days, but I'm getting tired of these
fucking pricks. Yes, so what was my problem, doctor? You know
symbolism is so huge that if I were to even remotely attempt to
scratch a pin head surface of it, we'd be all night here. I began
chocking to death with a belt in 1983 mister Krassle, not yet able to
drive the ambulance, only needing one, Mister VP, of countries or
banks, again Rob Andrews, and who, where, 'whatever'? Yes, throw a
belt around a person and pull it from behind, and the outcome is
choking. Once I came to fully realize just this very year, that no
event in my life is that much isolated and or separate from my entire
life as a whole and in general, every event counted and none removed;
but only at this point did I say to myself, how did I become
dangerous to my particular enemies around the time that tried to ice
me not once, but twice, or was that three or four times, but I am not
counting right now, Christopher Bennett and Arthur Crane, Icabod 31
October laughs! You know, for those who need one more powerful punch
to end their day and this blog for right now, how about Halloween
falling on the number of 31, and this number being my age for most of
1986 until my December fourth BD rolled around, and do we really need
to talk about good old freaking 1986, good world, or maybe it is a
real good world, or then, maybe it is not, and can we substitute
other variables into this great formula here, sir RORO? Where the
John Baseball Kruk are you when I need you, Captain William Shatner
Tiberius Kirk? For that matter, where are the descendants of Mister
Orwell, I need to have a serious talk with any of you if you are out
there, YO!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
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