Morianity
part 5, chapter 00076
7:51
PM-EDST, 12 MAY, 2013, SUNDAY NIGHT
OK
Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs AKA (L-4), and as my
introduction on an old drum music track from the eighties and
copyrighted by me also long back, says in my own voice, before the
first drum sounds, “HERE WE GO”.
MORIANITY
PART FIVE
THIS
IS CHAPTER NUMBER 00072,
BELIEVERS.
MISS
WHORE BITCH FONDA-AM, MAY 10, 2013, AND I AM MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY
ASS SCREWED NOW, FOLKS!
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.
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KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
This
is a re-print from my earliest blogging times in OHM-6.
WHO
ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR
MILLENNIUM-3
Friday, August 25, 2006
Morianity Bible, The Epilogue:
Enemies,
who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is
unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any
possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad
and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and
Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to
this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.
My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].
A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!
This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.
Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly????
They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when mister Lewis and mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.
Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.
By By for now, big KAL.
My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].
A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!
This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.
Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly????
They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when mister Lewis and mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.
Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.
By By for now, big KAL.
Here
is what is happening, my believers.
Around
half past eight, my rights were violated with another loud squeal on
my landline telephone AT&T system, and there is no reason
whatsoever other than for persecuting me, for this to keep happening
every so often.
Also
the nabes across from me, are beginning to slam doors more often and
louder, today, yesterday, they usually have a period twice a day
where the attack is no way imagined, where they just keep going
needlessly in and out with loud slams, either that, or illegally,
they have 500 jerk offs in that apartment, which why my resident
manager said is not breaking any rules, to me is inconceivable; as my
lease spells out that this is not permitted. So my letter to my
congressman, as well as to Governor Rick Scott, will be in the mail
later today; when I go out on a small errand.
I
feel I have told who and why and given a lot of great proofs to the
public world, as to why I am suffering. I admit it is not of
sufficient levels to rise to court ready evidence, not much of it,
and some of it would be, only if I were to try it; I would be buying
a lot of grief for myself; on or out of Halloween Day. You don't mess
with people with power, they mess with us, not the other way around.
Still, I will keep on going, and keep on telling, every single bit of
this injustice being perpetrated against me, just as long as I have
energy of sufficient amounts, and breath in my old fucked up pathetic
and diseased little puny body. Funny though, this double standard in
the criminal justice system. They sure can, and have done so, hang
any of us with pure circumstantial evidence; and I have so much of
it, that all toted up together; would be more than what has put many
convicted criminals into worse prisons than good old Boo was in for a
while up on Rock Road, back in twenty-ten.
Now
a little bit about REALITY-3,
just to piss off the EVIL EMPIRE LAMBRIGG CULT EARTHLY DOPPELGANGERS
AND EQUIVALENTS, AKA the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
that my blogs of nearly seven and a half years ago, are not shy for a
second, of using these words. Nothing has changed at all in this
time, has it my believers of monkeys and Brady flip side cheek kisses
from Davy Jones, gee, really? Like W---O---W!
Doors,
doors, doors, doors, Public Housing Authority,
my letter to you and the two others mentioned, will be on your desks
most likely by end of business this week, or next Monday at the
latest. I am living with dirt bag welfare rats that have numerous
peeps in that apartment at all hours of the day and night who will
shout and make noise also at any hour they so choose to do, and if
this is not the typical behavior of area drug cartels, I will eat my
rug with dog stink on it, at the speed of light squared. If nobody
can tell me why they refuse to use a drug-dog, then this old midget
brownie from Dawn Kings private hell of torture prisons, is more than
satisfied as to the Robert Cheatley Patterson 'government secrets and
life alteration' syndrome, told to me, by him, back in 1984, when I
met Elvis Presley, at his home in Berlin, New Jersey, Mister copy-cat
Jackson. I may not know about Britney and her friend and the little
TV set going off inside their head, or crackle barrel beer and so on;
but I know con jobs, rip offs, and criminal behavior when I see it,
and I also know that I can do nothing to stop it when the enemy
BEHIND ALL THIS AND AGAINST ME, is literally, as the church folks
love to call and use the name, S-A-T-A-N
HIMSELF.
OK,
now a little about REALITY-3, if for no other reason right now, than
using telling this to you out here, as a major TRS from the days of
Jessica's Rat-Tat football games and earlier blogging days when this
was all a lot newer, and greener, and dangerous thirds were more
close to the present situation, as well as my being as serious as a
heart attack about Hydroglacia, the Astral city that here in the
waking world, is perceived as the pulsar star of the night skies, and
that came to visit with me personally one night at Cifaloglio, and I
do not do drugs, nor do I imagine or hallucinate. THIS
SHIT ALL WENT DOWN, under penalty of libel, slander,
perjury, and anything else the CJS can ever try and throw at me, as
they seem to love to hurt the innocent and protect the guilty. I
still say that the juror and Goodman's attorney both concocted all
this together at the beginning, to allow a reversible error and
overturn Polo Puko Blow gull Mogul Mister Badman's original guilty
verdict of conviction. They all love to let murderers and thieves and
criminals go free, where they endlessly hound the righteous folks,
and persecute the pathetic innocent, in this lousy rotten evil
empire, that they call a nation. I have very little respect or
admiration for a system that always has treated me 100% wickedly and
unfairly, stealing everything I own in this world, tangible and
intellectual, and then persecute and harass me day and night on top
of it, not allowing me a fucking cunt lapping moment of peace the
rest of my life, precisely following what was spoken by those two
secret agents on that WPIX-TV
documentary show in 1988, called, ''UFO,
THE COVER-UP'', with Agent Falcon
and Agent Condor. Anyway, reality 3 can
begin easy, but it does not remain too simple as we trudge along in
the deep murky mud of many ugly things. Let me explain now.
Parallel-Event
is a concept that two seemingly unrelated things, do not have a
normal or natural 50-50 connection with each other, as two
unconnected things would seemingly be in a random and end up indeed,
within this 50-50 scenario after a lot of tests are run. Many
different things, all have differing parallel-events, perhaps some
things do not have any. I am not a laboratory with unlimited
resources to run a trillion tests, and am not qualified to go beyond
where I do go here, and will only tell what I in fact totally know to
be the truth. Basically, parallel-events are two events; so
discussing something that may in fact be behind these two events
acting on each other as they seem to do, endlessly and out of a
normal random half and half reality; is then fairly simple to
understand why I have termed this third part
of all of this, REALITY-3. This is an unknown part of the
bigger picture in parallel-event study, and to this day, I have no
evidence to support, one way or the other, whether in fact there is a
third reality acting on these parallel events, OR NOT! Simply put, I
totally admit to 'NOT-KNOWING', chemtrails or no chemtrails, in 1987.
Let's keep going folks, and take this just a bit further along.
First
off, not all parallel-events have the same force or power attached to
them. For reasons far beyond my comprehension still as of middle
2013, I know that the PE in roulette the way I work the system that I
played and used back in 1986, is roughly a 5-9 endless percentage
over the normal natural random of 50-50, or about 7% over random,
(R+7%=ERPE), standing for Endless Roulette Parallel-Event. But the
parallel-event of using hurting me to make the evil global economy
and the Dow Jones Markets move positively, as well as the reverse
mode of them doing negatively should anything positive be happening
to me; is way way mother fucking higher than about 7 endless percent,
and is more around 35, or a power-strength of 5:1 ratio over the
roulette PE. Why some things are very week and others very strong, as
I said I do not have sufficient data on this as of yet, Mister
Spock. Also, he would be the first person until the
experts someday are willing to prove my own created mathematical
systems and formulas that I already do have and have used to make
money in 1986 in the impossible to defeat game of roulette, at least
as far as the mighty Albert Einstein was concerned, as he said this
and it was quoted during his lifetime, but Spock on Star Trek would
say that my stuff is ILLOGICAL,
and he would not be a liar, as it is not all that logical, and for
the life of me, I have no answers, only formulas that indeed do show,
that this is all real and that it does all work, consistently. Still,
as long as we keep remaining on the mere topic of parallel-event, the
very word 'parallel' implies TWO things,
and we are seeking an answer to what may be possibly behind this, a
REALITY-3, a third thing or truth that is making this all act the way
that I already know for a fact, that it does. Still, so how
can we intelligently talk about this thing that I have called, R-3 or
REALITY-3? Just for a hypothetical example, not that this has been
ever proven in any meaningful way by me all these years since GODDESS
revealed Parallel-Event to me and how to apply it to the gaming
roulette world at the Jersey casinos in early 1986 or at the tail end
of 1985 somewhere; but I have nonetheless attempted with so far total
futility, to indeed make some formulas up that reveal some kind of
truth about a reality-3, or else just disprove this concept all
together, and say that PE is just as the late Dawn King said, it is
what it is, and no more and no less; with nothing on top of it, or
behind it, or around it, and so forth. After all, a car is a car, and
a house is a house, and that kind of thing. Like DUH, and color
me anything
from 'MINE', to 'IMPRESSED'; Lenny
Briscoe! But here is an idea. Every time a tiny little dude of 5 foot
3 who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet, walks into a tough biker bar,
and quite loudly proclaims his hatred towards bikers; the following
event, or the 'B' event, to the 'A' event of angering the bikers at
the bar, is that 99 to 100% of the time, this little piss-pot shit
with the big ass mouth is going to lose some teeth and maybe a lot
worse. Also, not only is this very high PARALLEL-EVENT something that
quite obviously has a REALITY-3 behind it, it also makes one wonder
about a simple kind of mathematical formula that perhaps may be able
to be applied someday by me, that can work out the way that the
higher and stronger the Parallel-Event is, the greater the Reality-3
may in fact be, that's behind this parallel-event, in the first
place. Those small parallel events would then, such as in roulette,
have a smaller REALITY-3, and may be some fluky item in the yet not
fully known math and stats world, that indeed has a perfectly
rational or reality-3 reason, for this parallel of event to be in
fact real and happening. The weaker the parallel event, the weaker
the force behind its being there in the first place, in other
freaking words. The stronger ones such as hurt
me and the Dow Jones flies, that works almost
always; would have the strongest reality-3. If some powerful
entity, be it the fortune-500 who certainly would have one hell of a
vested interest in something this powerful and fantastic; a covert
way for them to endlessly make a lot more money than they ever would
have, should in fact, they not have ever stumbled onto this with me,
in the eighties; or be it any other entity that may range from the
Astral-Plane GODS, to anything else imaginable by the brain of
humans; but in any event; this kind of power would have the ability
to do real damage to me and just as they are doing and I've claimed
all along since this fucking ass nightmare all started with this and
me in the dam ass eighties. So with real heavy shit going down around
me that hurts my entire life and totally wrecked it for all intents
an purposes, taking away my 30's, 40's and 50's, and without one
fucking tad pole smidgen of shame or remorse or conscience whatsoever
by this slime eating snake venomous demonic wicked viper garbage
sewage sippers; this would then go onto explain the very high
percentage in this particular parallel event, say, over the one in
the game of roulette. Those who have read old writings, heard me
discuss reality-3 and parallel-event, and some parallel-events being
visible verses others being, and not to excite Super Kent and the
inspector too much here, invisible. But this I now believe was an
error, as I progress along in my thinking and process of rationally
investigating the details of this literal monster nightmare, I'm
going fucking through, at the hands of total pure dirt bags cubed. By
the way, I was font hacked, and had to do a lot of clever maneuvering
to get out of the hack. I am quite proud of myself, as no one ever
shows me a fucking dam ass thing, and I do not learn without rote and
being hands on shown stuff. This is the way my brain is wired, and if
people do not like me for this, than that is their mother fucking
problem, not mine; only it is, as I rarely can ever fucking do
anything, as no one will help me; not even when I offer to pay, and
THAT, sir ROCKDROID, is a lot
more than a programming override equation, Mister Startrek
Rottenberry, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO, is this really the
thirty-first day of October, on Rock Road at the Saint Lucie County
Jail, Sheriff? Please protect me from my dangerous wild daughter.
Thank you sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
today's lesson and TRS, and my retaliation, for a morning assault
today, and some hacking; which is leaving me unofficially
rated BOTBAR on the day, subject to change before I crash
for the day or it gets light again after night time comes, whichever
comes first, is that I totally believe there is a REALITY-3, or
''something that exists behind all paralleling events that appear
visibly, or not; and that in addition, they are in some form of
direct, or other algorithmic mathematical ratio, to the strength of
the parallel-event, or what its endless number shows it to be (PES)
Parallel-Event-Strength, or in other words, the weaker ones may
appear as invisible, the stronger ones appear very visible, you know,
make trouble in a biker bar and stand tiny and frail, and see how
many times out of 100 that you can do this and walk outside and just
safely stand out there with nothing happening to you, verses why
after 48 RED and HIGH roulette numbers pop out at a roulette table in
a casino, is the next number outcome an EVEN only 5 times, and is an
ODD a whopping 43 times, creating a parallel event of ODD following
the RED-HIGH outcomes. This is not a visible thing like cussing out
some real tough bikers and thinking you'll just walk outside and
light up a transdimensionally rotten mixed cigarette, and wondering
what the ratio will be for real trouble out of a 100 time test-event.
I doubt that even 99 will be the result, if you get my drift, and if
you've ever met the wrong tough bikers or have been to the wrong bar,
YO. All I'm trying to say is that the reason that parallel events are
what they are and work as they do, makes a lot of sense many times,
while other times, it seems to be totally invisible, two totally
unconnected items, such as how much rain fell in Johannesburg, South
Africa and whether the National League won the game and went onto the
World Series that year, yet as unconnected as all things or some
things may appear to be, they are not unconnected. I believe that all
things in this waking matter world come from the real energy world
that exists, before conscious mind divides reality by light speed
squared and allows us humans here on Earth, this interaction called
“REAL LIFE”. Still, within the energy of it all, all things are
no more than many uncountable long cosmic numbers, and these numbers
are all interacting somehow together, and some of them fit and some
of them do not fit, and this is the real basic explanation for why
all parallel events are what they are, and do what they do, from my
problems with the Philly sports teams and the New York stock market,
to the rain and the baseball stats, to the roulette parameters of
outside betting, and to any other possible thing you can think of
such as starting trouble in a tough biker bar, and if you try that
one, do not blame the results on Morianity, as I can already tell you
that if the luck of the dam IRISH is with you, you MAY just end up in
a month discharged from a hospital, walking and talking very strange
for years, if not forever. Yes, re-read 2 or 3 and maybe 4 times, and
you will get a little bit of a basic understanding of my personal
woes since this all began with me, as well as just what I have been
talking and preaching about for so long, PARALLEL=EVENT, and
REALITY-3. This is just the beginning, and I have taken you now into
the room and beyond the door, but we are still exploring just a small
section of a large foyer. Stay with me and Morianity, and I will
reveal so much more before this is all over, that I promise even the
great REMAX this one thing. They'll all be sorry they did all of this
to me, even these wild crazy spirit-world gods who think that they
are all so fucking ass invincible. A day of reckoning is at hand, YO.
Bank on that, with or without any dam ass WOW trucks from the great
Toronto TD BANK, good believers, YO! BYE-BYE!
Believers,
it is time for me to say a few things that might appear as quite a
jumbled up bunch of scatter brained nothingness, at least according
to the logical mind of one Terry, from Egg Harbor City, in New
Jersey; back around middle oh-7. I cannot worry myself about that. My
problems, and my story AKA Morianity; is just not an entity that can
be told the way that this super literary giant would like it to be,
so too bad. Blog Chapter 5—69,
will tell a lot more about R-3.
For
a little while, my blogs will be shorter, less words that tell more.
I may have overemphasized my 3-huge secret-tell deal the other week,
but I feel that I did the correct an only viable option for me. I can
be wrong as quickly as the next human being, time will tell. Would I
take back the telling of those words some may wonder? No mahm, and no
sir! When truths are told, there can be no cosmic wrong in that. Can
there be ramifications? Well, according to Isaac Newton, there always
are. Will they be good, bad, or in-between for me, as far as what may
result? Breath echos and all, US © Office, “Who can really ever
know”, from 1988. Gee-whiz.
I
am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from
this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and
breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel.
This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them,
that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and
magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that
hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to
death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the
one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot
more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be
appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last,
in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in
the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not
a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical
realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and
bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door
closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded
and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called
“Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to
some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery
adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty,
but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work.
No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here,
especially for complexity and confusion. So
here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or
running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit
I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I
thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my
switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad
erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984
RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T,
or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to
the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his
real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator
back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other
friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and
drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing
Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism;
pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as
MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else,
but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument
Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer
protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer
systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna
Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World
Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our
walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move
this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late
Dawn-Marie King?
Do
you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that
matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and
verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not
complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers
Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example
here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He
doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants
to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost
mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at
the Orange Avenue & 25th Street Harvest; and have been
somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was
before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I
know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself
and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and
the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between
what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five
years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O
syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the
Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on
these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said
in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time
and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White
Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the
family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of
us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally
unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess
giant girlfriend'', at Highview;
to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here
is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a
harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”,
Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up
here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013,
and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you
sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the
gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows
them to negotiate with a powerful
Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great
Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he
lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him,
than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing
babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name
and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer,
the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations,
Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a
slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a
technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there
are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and
phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what
Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are
indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of
sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy,
whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin
sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of
the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more
than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all
along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was
all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was
talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see,
believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things
never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this
was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty
Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of
the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that
smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and
worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed
instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was
untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if
you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the
appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went
through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your
wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles
and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have
only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad
that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when
out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games,
like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so
much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in
2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot
and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this
demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our
society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we
will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and
towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not
coming people, it is here now; ever here
of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It,
as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this
crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in
our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this
texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be
in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this
nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies
who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In
Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an
after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt
non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of
driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart
people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies?
That is why we vote for SMART law passing
legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in
time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the
road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on
lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too
Mister hot shot hater McGuire,
IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL
POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before
the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV
show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this
show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by
telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN,
and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick
is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful,
yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps,
and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my
kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be
careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as
this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you
will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you,
and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do,
to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old
fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as
anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names
do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great
rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or
'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE',
the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!!
W---O---W!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS
BLOG. Be good to yourselves, my
believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555
I
will not kid around about it folks, it is time to let you know that
from now on, until further notice, I do not have time or ability, due
to circumstances beyond my control; to do anything except for telling
short and sweet EVERYTHINGS, I will not leave out the smallest and
most minute detail, as I may think it may be insignificant, just as I
did not realize that the 'YBCO' song, is indeed going to have
powerful transdimensional effects, as any and all of my other TD
songs and not trucks; do as well. I cannot be so on top of it as I
would like to believe, believers, sorry. I
AM exactly what Bruce Pennock accused me of in 1973,
and no more and no less, in-between cheated Monopoly games; “HUMAN,
AND NOT PERFECT”! No flowery words, no nothing,
Diana, and speaking NOT ODF of, you hack ass bastard, I wish to thank
my lovely lightning for coming around quite a few nights in a row,
when I was too up set and screwed up to mention this, back at the
time. THANK U BABY-BLOND!
There
are four things to tell, and then before I get into them, let me just
say that during the past two very bad botbar days, I managed to make
two units each day in my systems roulette, and it would have been
more like a total of 7 units instead of four, but I was clobbered and
clocked with the house numbers of zero and double zero. Also, I asked
GAGA CAT some questions using a playing card deck, as was explained
in earlier chapters and parts of this MORIANITY, and will be re-told
again later on for those that need to hear it again, just as I'll
never stop repeating discussing the Patricia Hollister days of Steve
and the Fascitar, and along these lines; even though it has all been
told on prior blogs. I cannot chance the reality that many new
possible viewers will only come to know these things if I re-tell
them, and so, I will. But the GAGA-CAT can wait, as the four quick
short and sweet MUST-TELLS are more urgent.
First,
I decided to tattle tail to the AT&T on the recent stuff that has
been happening to me; echo sounds, loud squeals and screeches, the
disconnects, the fact that I never received their May billing
statement; and I even reminded them of the old days, and who I am,
without getting too specific, so I wouldn't end up with my head on a
pike, or my throat being incredibly hickey struck, which leads to
another one of the tells. About a week ago, I awoke after about two
hours of sleep, around 5 in the morning give or take, to a terrible
pain in the neck; as though indeed, Roseann Delaney had just been in
here, and it was 1969 and Brad Bushes all over again, to the very day
give or take a couple. I was too petrified to move, and I fell right
back to sleep. I know it was NO DREAM, Demi Moore Lucci, and other
fathers and padre's, and IT HAPPENED; yet 5 more hours later when I
awoke again to bright daylight, there was no pain, no hickey or bite
marks, and again, Diana Brewster Macintosh Secrets of 1984; WOW good
old endless 1984 secrets and lab techs; “NO NOTHING”! Another
TELL is as follows, believers. I turned the television to the side,
so I could watch it from where I normally sit at the computer, and
the corner in the room here, you have heard me label as the
northeast. This was at a few minutes shy of nine on Wednesday night,
as I was going to watch “L&O-SVU” on TV, and just for the
sake of experimentation, wondered if sitting where time runs slower,
would have an effect on me, in like manner to many times, until I sit
over here, my mind is a total blank on many of the things that I have
recently blogged about. Sure enough, the second the police woman was
shot, I totally knew I had seen this episode before. All throughout
the show, I was like 5 minutes ahead, remembering it all before it
happened, only 5 minutes or so, not as though a real re-run would be
remembered and re-watched just for fun. It was not dejavoo or
whatever other nonsense people talk about. It was all because I was
sitting in a part of this room, that was not in regular moving time
with the television broadcast received through a television set. Why
the cunt lapping SPELL-CHECKER does not recognize the word, or help
you spell it when spelled as it is sounded out, DEJAVOO, is beyond
me; but as I said, this Microsucks Spell Checker, is about as
worthless as a pale of stinky tiger crap. Another tell is about Mikey
the ass-hole. I never told this in detail, but when I visited him
about six and a half weeks ago on a Sunday, I believe this Sunday
will be 7 weeks, I walked out to the beach and made friends with his
neighbor, Robin, a gorgeous single woman, who liked me a lot; and I
told her I would be back from time to time. Shortly after this,
Mikey's brother Joe, sold all of the property, after it had been
sitting there for about a half a decade. If I bought into all these
never ending coincidences that continue to screw me out of each and
every possible chance for any type or kind of a normal life, with
balance or semblance of order; I would be a fool, and laughed out of
Jack McCoy's office real quickly, and to quote Abby Carmichael on the
show, no mahm; I do not have a high tolerance for coincidence, not
after nearly 60 mother fucking years in this hell life of mine as
MARK WAYNE PITIFUL MOHR, Flying non-Jenny Linda. I think I covered my
four tells, and if not; that is why ISISCYLLA invented the
STM-ILLUSION called, 'tomorrow'. Do I hear a WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? It's
time Mike McNulty. I will not insult my real believers and spell it
all out, you know how to work out PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBERS, and you
have printed out the information and lists I have given so far. I do
not doubt this. So here are my two questions of the GAWNUM, and the
two PCN answers given, as well.
555555555555555555555555555555555555555
MISERABLE
WITCH-BITCH JANE SLEAZE WEEDS!!!!!!!
Why
has May come in so horrible for me, kitty kitty kitty?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW------PCN-844!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
won't the stock market stop racing up, kitty kitty kitty?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW------PCN-792!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I have a date with a gorgeous lab technician who is going to kick my
brains in, so let me post up and crash and get it all over with, MMCN
(Mike McNulty) sir, aha-aha-aha!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE. PLEASE
HAVE A VERY
NICE DAY.
CHAPTER
00073, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
OK
believers, 1,2,3, possibly 4 of you, here is what is going on, and
you will definitely get a mind blow after you hear what I now tell
you. I swear it is the truth, and I also swear that it is over
simplified by a factor of about nine billion or so, otherwise, I
would be posting this up around the year of 2177 or so, and would
defeat the purpose, as lovely 'niece' DMK would say to me constantly,
back in 2008 and 2009. By the way, I never started that crap with
her, not about the school in Egg Harbor City, or me being her dam
uncle. They all knew about me, and all of this. I was the one who
knew jack about it all, back when I started to blog in 2006, and
2007. If anyone needs proof; you have a lot of reading material to
emmereffing cover.
First
off on this day's blog, for the past month now since the middle of
April, my Channel 12 TV News APP is hacked up,
and this is where you see the photos on my blogs at the Jupiter
Inlet, some miles to my south, unless I pretend it is 1975 again and
nobody had a million bugs all over the place. Then I could get there
in a few minutes, and not be discovered moving any diner rotisseries
or other such things as speaking to birds and animals, and being in a
wild eternal relationship with lovely ISIS, and a hell of a lot more.
They
totally have hacked into my system, as they all know what computers
we use. There is no way I can track the movement of the third part of
MIDISISCYLLA. It is all frozen and hacked, and shows lightning
positions that are no where even close to where she is in reality and
real time. Most of it shows the same old frozen spots. This is a
violation of course of my civil rights, but who can stop it, I am
being given the privilege of using these APP programs, and if I don't
like it, what am I going to do about it? Also, you want to know why
the DOW will be going up one to two hundred points every single week
this year, and endlessly from now on, as it really is not complex at
all? It is because unlike in times past, every possible person in
authority that could potentially help me, is all in the pockets
totally and 100% completely, of the powerful city of Washington,
DOC-13. Now why did New York City, and Washington, become the two
targets of 911? You may think this is so easy, without knowing a
tenth of the basic truth behind what all of this terrorism is really
all about, and how it all connects two times, once in 1967 AD, and
the other time around 3000 years before that one. Don't expect me to
start even going here on this blog, as I am not in any mother
trucking, hunt trapping, bunt tapping, rock chucking mood; folks,
sorry! Every single person on this planet is being stopped from
helping me in my fight against Apollo-Lucifer,
even the church themselves. The reasons cannot be explained. They go
beyond 1000 times wilder than all the stuff you ever saw on any of
the most far out television shows and movies and documentaries, any
and all of it; and that's a dam promise, believers. Dan Brown knew a
little bit about this, and was able to tell a little as well, but if
he had ever tried to tell the real stuff, people would be saying to
me after I mention his name, Dan Who? None of you have the smallest
dam clue about anything, and it makes me want to cry like a dam ass
baby for hours. I told you my rotten kid would beat me up when I fell
asleep, and she outdid my wildest worries and nightmare fantasies,
folks. She along with close cuzz Leticia T. and distant cuzz
Dawn-Marie K. all three let me have the most brutal attack I ever
experienced, right near the Walter Bar across from the Bellevue
Avenue Hammonton, New Jersey WAWA Convenience Store. I found myself
asleep and instantly awake in bright daylight, on the street right
near the bar there. I began to walk towards where they used to have
me kidnapped at Caruso's home at 831 13th Street, and before I got
thirty yards, Dawn grabbed my left shoulder very hard, swung me
around, and kicked me in the stomach so hard the wind went out of me
and I dropped to my knees. Instantly, Leticia clocked me with one of
her locally famous left hooks, in that part of Jersey; she is as
strong as my kid, and all of my front teeth were gone, boom, over.
Blood was pouring out of my mouth and I still was not able to
breathe. Then while this was fresh and up to the minute, my wonderful
Doogie Howser Lab-Technician daughter of 1984, grabbed me, picked me
up, and threw me over her head and out into the street and right in
front of a fairly fast moving sports car that was not yet slowing
down for the Route 54 stop sign ahead, and I plowed right inside
through this driver's windshield. He then stopped and took me and
threw me back onto the street and started kicking my ribs apart as I
dropped down, and cursed at me with language way beyond what I ever
heard in my entire life. Then my daughter threw a bucket of liquid
light all over me, and it blinded me, and began swirling into
hundreds of different shades of brilliant colors, and suddenly; I was
wet and then totally dry, and totally healed up. I jumped up and
thanked her, and she said to me, “The fun is only starting, real
bad boy”, and then she pushed me so hard I fell down backwards and
again, the three of them began pounding and pounding me. This went on
for what seemed like an hour, getting totally destroyed and then
rejuvenated with this magic light-liquid stuff, and then beat up to
hell all over again. Finally, they all laughed and walked away from
me as if nothing had happened. All three of them were wearing wild
logos on their dresses as well, you could not miss them, and in this
wild interaction, I could see real great without the aid or need of
any eyeglasses. The color was bright orange, and dead center in the
middle was an oval shape in jet black about an inch thick around,
with a diameter in the oval large part being about eight to ten
inches, stretching across and not going head to toe. Inside this
oval, in bright green bold lettering, it said, YBCO
SONG 301+. I have no idea what this is all about, and
have been scared to make a move all day until recently when I decided
to tell this on this blog. I woke up from this incredible experience
around half past eleven, in fact on the nose I believe. The really
strange part was that when I awoke, my vision was perfect for about
one or two minutes, and then it suddenly was back to the normal piss
poor vision that I actually have, but the clock to my right when I
awoke, was bright and clear; an analogue face displaying the large
hand at the 6, and the small hour hand dead in-between the eleven and
the twelve. It was 11:30 AM. Some force, on top of this, will not
allow me to monitor weather or other activities around the world with
the normal computer tools that I should have available with this
machine. Some powerful world owner and power, will not allow me to
try and end this world, the way I need to, to stop this eternal hell
for me in the only way I know how to. So Ron Wirtz Senior, if you're
still alive, Camden County New Jersey EX Prosecutor, kind-sir, I will
be taking my “AEB” very soon, to a deserted area spot placing it
on a rock surface, and slamming it as hard as I can with a Walmart
hammer. If I am lucky, this will all be over for ever and ever, as it
should have been that day at the Eden fence, when I interfered, and
begged ISIS not to end everything right then and there; and she told
me, and I quote, “Because you loved Diana, I will spare the world
for a while”. Well, you are Diana, and there is no such thing as
time or tents, so my error caused all this, and I will fix it in the
only way that I know how. None of you will even feel a thing once
this is done, boom, over forever, and done! I HAVE HAD ALL I CAN
STAND, POPE-YES, ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh, and Keisha Crunch-99! This
is where it is going to stop, my BROTHER!
I
may not be the swiftest greatest sock in the drawer, Lenny Briscoe
sir, colored mine, impressed, or whatever Robert Andrews Sir and old
1975 pal; but I will say this dam much, believers. I should have
known not to make that ten grand bet about my 1986 song, back in
twenty-ten. I feel this is the last straw that brought TAWF to the
point of killing me at all costs, so I will beat them and everyone
else to the great and mighty punch, oh lovely Keisha Disney Loca!
WOW, I still have a huge place where you can see where this young
teen girl totally broke and destroyed my right arm in the days of my
great pal, PRINCE KEM. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TRANSMISSION
TERMINATED.
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE. PLEASE
HAVE A VERY
NICE DAY.
CHAPTER
00074,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*****LATE
AFTERNOON, SATURDAY, MAY 11, 2013*****
It
is just under 92 freaking degrees here this afternoon in Fort Pierce,
Florida, and is mostly sunny with a few floater clouds. My entire
body is hurting from my experience in a parallel universe the other
day, especially my right side. There are complex reasons for
bleed-through in the hyperspace around us all, and would require ten
Moby Dick sized books to start to properly address this issue, so for
today, let us gloss over all of that, shall we, believers?
Most
of you have been told how the great science experts are either
keeping under raps, or simply just do not know, the real truths of
why we all sleep and dream despite some having no conscious mind
recall or very little, and also, how things intentionally taken from
'dream-stuff' and messed with electronically, causes major havoc and
disturbances throughout the entire globe, and in all honesty, well
beyond that and far out into the expansion around it, just as if an
invisible balloon was the Earth, and suddenly an invisible larger
balloon was taken from the first size it was, and from that point,
was painted jet black, and blown up further and larger around the
original one. You can think of 'outer space' in this exact way, at
least on some elementary and initial level, for right now.
Do
you want to know what I am doing folks, all of you, when I discuss
playing my 'SYSTEMS-ROULETTE'? Well in case you are saying, yeah
dude, do tell, let me do so, BRAH.
As
you know, before I tell this, playing Roulette at the Atlantic
City casinos began for me when a dude by the name of George
Belton, first introduced me to this game, back in early December of
1982, in this present lifetime of mine, as the me that I am
experiencing my life through, in this exact part of the fifth
dimensional hyperspace waking dream-down off of the Astral-Plane; and
I have little memory in my full complete beingness, about this game
before this life-time, other than personally knowing a Trappis Monk,
300 or so years ago, and the inventor of this game; a dude who was so
frustrated that he could not defeat his own game or really, the
negative advantage built into it for the players against the bank or
HOUSE, so much so; that he committed suicide one day, and this is the
total truth, good people. This is not Parallel-Event, it is a system.
Using and applying Parallel-Event to this game, in the very way that
I did in 1986, to make a profit in my spare time, in that year, of
$9,200.00; is not what is being done when I say I am using my
SYSTEMS-ROULETTE, as this is just not a system, al systems will
eventually crash and burn, even if it takes tens or hundreds of
millions of spins, because the law of mathematical statistics and
probability forces those large number amounts, to equalize at a 50-50
event no matter what, and thus, short term luck by either players or
the casinos, is averaged out to flat even, and thus, these games need
to have a built-in endless edge, gamblers refer to as the VIG of the
game, in the case of Roulette, it is the two green numbers, 0 and 00.
No matter what else is real, the great Einstein was once quoted as
saying that the only way the game of roulette can be beaten forever
and consistently, is for the player to cheat and steal gaming chips
from the croupier (dealer) when he is not looking, something not
advisable in the new age of the past years since Vegas opened up
gaming in town, as the house knows every pimple zit on your face and
even the invisible ones that are still forming. No system will work
forever, the trick is to have a great system, and that means one that
lasts for the longest possible amount of spins before turning around
and going the other way, in complicated ways that cannot be easily
understood, other than to say, you can never know when to reverse a
system and say, gee, it is time now to go in reverse from what I have
been winning with as I am now due to lose. Nothing is gambling is
ever due. It is due if you look at the reality that will not ever
benefit any gambler. If RED comes in 10 or 20 times in a row, it
cannot be Red forever, and a BLACK number will indeed pop in, and is
due to be a real event, and you can predict that it will indeed be a
BLACK number, eventually, but you may be in some freaky pattern where
you just might get 25 RED outcomes in a row. If you try doubling your
losing bets, you will be out of the game and broke or over the
house-limits, long before any kind of DUE-SYSTEM can profit a player
in any long run kind of situation. That's just reality, son; as
Dennis Snyder used to say all the time to me, when he would come over
from next door to visit me, at the Cifaloglio place, while we were
both doing weekend security duty along the great Route 54 just south
of the Black Horse Pike over-pass. I have no problem with gambling
houses making money, they need to 'pay people', to quote the great
and late DM King, they need to keep the lights on and the many other
things, and still eek out a profit for the share and stock holders in
the corporation, that is all fine and good. Sometimes, they will play
dirty despite the fact that you better never be caught doing same,
and when I say dirty, I mean dirty, and they have done some extremely
wicked things to me, and this will not be so much as touched on on
this blog today. But my point without more geer-grinding and going
way off on any tangents, is that Parallel-Event is NOT A SYSTEM, all
systems will fail, just as mice and men and all other stuff, along
with even greatest of plans. Now the system you have and use, is
rated from lousy to great, in a direct ratio to how long it can go
without a complete breakdown and reversal, where you lose it all
back, and are not averaging a consistent weekly and monthly profit by
doing the very exact same thing at various roulette tables. Great
systems may last for millions of spins, the majority will give a
lucky player only a small group of thousands, be it 5, 10, 25, maybe
more, 50 100, 150, hell maybe 250 or even 4 or 5 hundred thousand.
The trick is to know how long your system can hold up, use it, and
like a day trader, get in, get out, and never use that system again.
The system that I have been using since late somewhere in
twenty-twelve, is a follows, and cannot be sold for prophet, as I own
this system, as these blogs are copyright ME, officially and soon
I'll be sending my fees to the appropriate places along with the
forms, to make it totally legal. Still, © law allows me to claim my
intellectual property. Now a viewer may indeed use this and tell a
friend or two or three, but not profit in any other way other than to
physically use the system in Roulette games at legal gaming
establishments the world over. All that is going on here, is a player
picks one of the three outside betting parameters, be it BLACK/RED,
ODD/EVEN/, LOW/HIGH, and uses a base bet one stage up betting
strategy, applied to the following selection strategy. Whatever the
first event is, the bets are placed to follow and then to go
opposite, not in advance, but in whatever the last event was. When
selecting bets, it is best to use one parameter only, you win or lose
the same overall amount in th long run, and it is a lot simpler to do
with far less of a chance to screw it up with more crap to worry
about. So you pick a table, and one outside betting selection, we
will use the RED/BLACK here in my illustration. You should circle the
winning bets as well, as this pertains to a back up little warning
system within the main system that I will shortly explain to you. Now
going from circled winning bets, begin to count from circle to
circle, how many bets it took to win, be it (one) if a win follows a
win, or (two) if it is two away from the previous win, and 3, and 4,
and 5, and so forth. By betting with a strategy of an endless 1-2,
and only betting the two units after a loss and always reverting
right back to the base single unit bet, all bets that are winning
bets and are circled, that are one or two apart, are actual winning
bets that will generate a plus one unit profit. 3 and 4 winning
circles will produce a minus 2 units, 5 and 6 winning circles will
produce a minus 5 units, and all circle won bets in increments of two
higher, 7-8, 9-10, and so forth, produce a minus of another 3-units,
minus 2, minus 5, minus 8, and so forth. Ignore the times you lose on
a 0 and 00 house VIG, just take the loss. Then as a check if you feel
the need to not trust your judgment on games wheels that are not
going your way and you need to exit from, here is a simple way to see
a bad game happening mathematically, beyond just watching your gaming
chips dwindling down. Keep track of total win-circle-number amounts,
such as for an example,
2-2-3-1-2-1-1-1-4-3-2-3-1-2-3-2-2-3-4-1-2-1-1, as well as the total
of numbers there. The total numbers are placed as a fractional
denominator, and the added values, as a fractional numerator. Simply
put, there are a total of 23 numbers there. As the top part of the
fraction or the numerator begins growing closer and closer towards
double the amount of the denominator, it is time to leave the game,
ahead or behind, and go to another wheel, and another, and another.
But as long as a healthy gap stays between these two numbers not
doubling, you can play that wheel to your hearts desire. You need not
worry about gut feelings or how many chips you are up or down, as the
longer run pattern of the wheel to your system, is revealed in your
fraction. In the illustration here, our bottom number or fractional
denominator, as stated, is a 23, so as the top number approaches 46
or perhaps goes into a doubling and higher from the start of the
game, then kiss that game and wheel bye-bye. Here, the total of these
23 number is a 47. Whether you are up or down 3 or 5 or 8 units, get
out of this game, the numerator is staying too much higher than where
it needs to be in ratio to the denominator number, and all odds are
it will continue to pattern out this way long enough to make you lose
lots and lots and lots of your gaming chips, and that chews and
bites, with or without the lovely Roseann Delaney. Now let us do
another much better game, even though the very start did not start
out so wonderfully. In this example, we have
4-7-2-3-2-2-1-2-5-3-1-2-1-2-2-2-1-1-1-2-2-3-1-1-2-3-1-1-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-1-1-2-1-2-2-1-1-2-4-1-4-1-1-1-2.
This is a total for a denominator of 52, and towards the end of this
run of win-circle-events, we do not want our top numerator number to
be at 104 or higher, and hopefully, lower and less than double the
denominator. Let us add up and see what's what. After only 6 spins,
it looks bad, but never quit in just 6 spins, take it a little beyond
that, as it might turn around, and if not, get the hell out, and say
hello to the Jersey Governor should you see him along the beach and
the weather is good in Atlantic City. OK, at six spins our rotten
fraction is 20 over 4 and way over the OUT-SIGNAL of 8 over 4, but as
stated, don't die at the very start, let it play out a wee bit
longer, and it it does not drop, then get the hell off that game
beach, and say hi to Governor Christie as fast as crap smells. Now
joking aside, abnd deadly hurricanes as well, let us move on and see
how this actual game that I recently played, began correcting for
itself. After all 52 of these numbers, the total of them that we want
under double or less than 104, is 99. This is a safe zone, 104 over
99, think of it as your systems ROULETTE PRESSURE, as in blood
pressure having the systolic and diastolic measurement readings.
Perfect pressure here is anything lower and the lower the better, of
the top number in relation to the bottom number, be it 30 over 15 or
400 over 200, you want that top number no more and hopefully LESS
THAN twice the bottom number. Now for an illustration in the
selection of following and then recversing, and following and then
reversing, endlessly. The outcomes on this randomly made up set of
BLACK and RED outcomes are as follows: (B)=BLACK, and
(R)=RED................................
RBBBBBBBRRRBBRBRRBBRRRBRRBBRBBRBRRBBBBBB
This
series of events began with a RED, we want to follow with a Red, so
we lost on a BLACK. Then we want to go opposite on the BLACK to a
RED, and again we lost. Now we want to follow the BLACK, and we won,
and so forth, and this would create a number 3 on the circled win,
the the fourth outcome on the line and third BLACK on the string,
above. Remember, you always keep endlessly switching FOLLOW, REVERSE,
FOLLOW, REVERSE, until the end of the game and you cash out. I am
happy playing 10 relatively quick games normally every other day is
what it takes to average these ten games. When my life is all filled
with BOTBARS, the LUCK FACTOR does kick in, luck drops when life
sucks, and the other way around as well, this is just another 'Dennis
Snyder reality, SON'. This system, no matter how lucky you are and
how good your life is, will fail totally and completely, on average,
depending on your personal luck factor, whoever you are reading this,
at between 4 and 30 kilo-spins, averaging 17,000 spins, a better
system than many I have been playing and messing around with for the
past 5-15 years. A very unlucky person could lose a mountain of doe
in 2 or 3 thousand and that's that, and then the extra lucky folks
that make the world of averages, just what they are, AVERAGES, may
get 50 or even 75 KILOSPINS out of this system, and using one-hundred
dollar black gaming chips, and averaging about 30 units profit over
losses including the house-vig, per kilospin, (1,000-spins), this
means if you get 15 kilo-spins out of the system, at the $100.00
gaming level, playing 100/200 betting level, you can hope to get a
total profit out of this system of around 30 times 15 times 100 USD,
or 450 black unit gaming chips, or $45,000.00. If you played this
system on the 25/50 green gaming chip level, it would bring it down
by four times, to about just over eleven grand before the system goes
south. But you can begin this on a low level of 10/20, upping it to
25/50, then 100/200, and all by the time you only exhaust say about
half or less of your average spins the system will produce for you
before turning. So in that remaining half or more, why not jump up a
while to 200/400, and then once more to 500/1000? At the 500/1000
level, this would be 5 times the amount shown above, especially for a
high roller who used that playing level from the very beginning, so
45 grand becomes a total of around 225, 000 bucks that this system
will average for most players, give or take say 30% on personal life
and luck factors, that all great professional gamblers know very
well, is real, and connected up all together.
Between
4-6, doors have started to get somewhat annoying here, before that
since I have awake this afternoon, all was nice and quiet. The only
exception is the motorcyclist persecutor, so if you out there Sheriff
Mascara and my pals at the Fort Pierce PEEDEE, please try and look
out for me and watch for this real nasty ass prick, thank you so
much!
It's
getting very cloudy and dark, and still holding just under 92 degrees
Fahrenheit here in town, maybe lovely Diana will come over and visit
me with beautiful lovely colors. I really love you so much ISIS,
don't let me down forever, BROWN
EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BYE-BYE believers.
MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER 00075
4:56
AM-EDST, 12 MAY, 2013, SUNDAY
My
computer clock was hacked again, and I do not report each incident,
probably three times now it has happened without my mentioning it on
a blog, yesterday's news, but then, many say that is what MORIANITY
is all about, and in some respects, they are all totally correct. But
then Christianity was meant for the first millenniums, and that is
way more into yesterdays news, yet again; still connects into an
endless present, just as does the re-write of some of it here now in
M-3. Even I had no idea about some of these incredible details, back
in 1995, when I was 'led' to begin this project, Mister 'Smith Leigh
Moroni Cadillac'. WOW!
I
said recently that I may not think something is significant, or that
it's too mundane to be added to these texts FOR THE RECORD, 29
YEARS AFTER ANOTHER 'FOR THE RECORD'. Later on I came to
realize, that who am I, GOD? Well, I know this job was filled some
time ago, Detective Green, YO, BRO; so the answer here, is an
unequivocal NO. I took for granted that a few things would just be
accepted in the minds of anyone reading these words. What a fucking
asshole fool I have come to learn, that I truly am; times a trillion
to the power of ninety. There
is so much fucking bullshit going on all over this universe,
and the greater reality surrounding that; that it would require a
blog lasting for vigintillions of millennia, to tell it all, maybe
one lousy ass percent. So let me sort of get real fucking ass babyish
and not worry about how things may appear; as it is only important
that I know what is going on with some of this dam ass shit for right
fucking now, YO YO YO YO!!! First, this is the seventeenth
anniversary of the day I wrote the song called, “SARAH”, just in
case anyone alive, could give even half of a fucking stinky turd. Oh
yes, this is good old May 12, 1996,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mike McNulty (MMCN-1971). Gee. Aniwho, this is
piss next to some other shit I feel compelled to quickly just tell it
and be mother fucking all done with it, once and for all; other than
for maybe discussing other details around it on later writings, but
it seems that certain things need to be analyzed, and examined, with
terrific fucking scrutiny; before the fullness of everything comes
clearly to mind, in many, and even the extreme majority of cases;
with anything in this god dam miserable ass world of
woe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to talk about a very hush
hush medically kept discussion on SLEEP-WALKERS,
AKA somnambulist-folks, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Folks,
there are things not talked about for many many mother fucking
reasons on this rotten Earth, and in all societies of the world, in
all times in human fucking ass history; for reasons that benefit as
always, a small few chosen representatives of cosmic owners; called
World Owners, by me, as
this term seems to fucking fit, ''in my mind'' to quote my wonderful
yacht cousin the late, Sir Heinz Gottwald, of Babylon, New York; real
ass dam good. Adding 'Milituforce Otammites', after 'World Owners';
we get the abbreviated, and often used in MORIANITY,
'WOMO'.
But all that piss drinking junk aside my wonderful believers, it is
time, as Barnabas of Dark Shadows put it so well in early 1970, to
get a little truth out of the way; even though it may even stretch
the minds of believers in Morianity, to a limit they are not ready to
freaking ass cross over into. No pun meant. There really are five
dimensions, and we really do interact while awake, in only three of
them; and this is why humans are awake three fifths of their life,
and in the other two fifths, they are in those other two lovely and
quite mysterious dimensions of every much of a reality. There are
places in this entire fifth dimension
or in hyperspace containing all
of the things that result from a MIND SIGNAL sent down from even yet
one dimension above this one, the sixth; and not all of it makes
perfect sense to all of us living here right now, and reading these
blogs. Still, I have no choice but to try and clarify a few quick
points, I wanted to add 'simple' after the word of quick, but you may
not agree with me on that, therefore out of respect for my viewers, I
will not do so. Most of you that have followed Morianity for any
length of time, have been told about TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
and how this fits into what I am saying so far in this blog right
now. Some have come to understand that we become exploratrons as
sleepers and dreamers, and whether or not you choose to believe my
words are true as a very select few do, even a few who hate me right
now; but they know I am for real, and this is all true; but moving
this right along; just because perhaps none of us, and me included,
are real advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
this does not mean that one out of endless countless bazillions of
our doppelgangers in the full hyperspace,
are not; and just as the old time travel theorists love to always
say, and it is not something easily dismissible, “As long as the
technology is discovered before the end of time, then time travel is
both real, and part of our time right now”. If you think for a
minute on that, and examine it, and cogitate about it for however
long it takes you, for a light to flash on inside your Britney
brains; TV or no TV, ambulance drivers in World War 2 all
notwithstanding here; you will indeed see a lot of both of these
truths; the time travel one that I did not make up, along with what I
have said here as well, YO!! Wow
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other freaking words, as
long as one part of our 5-D beingness, is this advanced, then our
entire being collectively, is kind of a TYPE-3-EXPT in stasis, if no
better way of seeing this truth can be achieved. Again, another WOW.
This is just like the revelation given to me by an unnamed person not
long ago at all, regarding my dream-music, and explaining how
dangerous the “YBCO” tune is,
even if it does not contain the harmony track, possibly. At first,
the original, “GITYA” tune from 1983 would not be, but as with my
LIFE-CHARTS, as explained upon numerous occasion; once I started
them, my days are rated in ones through fives every day, until I am
dead as the me who I am right now; whether I consciously rate these
days or not, it is quantized in a magical and quite mysterious
quantum foam, that contains all of the half
alive and half dead cats in the cosmos as well, excluding
Professor Gaukauk of course,
WEEEE. It's time, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before signing off, try and see the full punching power of what has
just been told. I know the Missourians Club will see this perhaps as
my best cop-out yet, for all my screwed up belief systems, and they
would be, as they are on so many occasions; totally wet in the head
and wrong. But still, Lenny, they're entitled, as is Mashell Daniels,
at RPL Studios in 1980; to their freaking opinions, as am I; so time
again, MMCN, if you want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I'm saying ladies and gentlemen, is indeed simple, and you do
not have to believe it, but all logic insists that it is fully
completely true and accurate and there are real mathematical formulas
that prove these extra dimensions, that parallel our 3-D reality, do
in fact exist; so just ignore me if you like, and go to any local
college, and ask to discuss this with a physics professor, and they
will tell you that much of this shit is true and factually verified
mathematically, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Taking this now down to a lowest
common denominator and real simple few sentences, would go like this,
believers, and others from Missouri. I never ever intended to say or
to mean, that every single thing claimed in Morianity, is coming from
the people in our localized reality; but because so much powerful
fucking ass shit does fit together, and so much shit has been done to
wipe me out; especially each and every time with
a clockwork Swiss precision, that I try and expose these
truths to the world; just as 'UFO-BUFFS' of the past, tried exposing
their stuff, throughout lots of recent history. Look what the fucking
shit keeps happening. I mean really people, can you believe in your
fucking ass heart of all hearts, that first, anyone alive; me,
Patterson, Dream Works, anyone, anywhere; could make up anything that
is this fantastic, as these blogs of nearly 7 and a half fucking
years? Then I must move to the next question that cannot help but
arise like a teenaged boy's prick when three naked young honies are
in his bedroom. Why would all the people in some huge twisted group
of about 2500 beyond outlandishly distantly related cousins that you
will never prove through Ancestry Dot Com,
and can only be ascertained through the Church of the Mormons and my
pals the Hair's, a while back; but why, 'why Jimmy why', are all
these peeps acting the way they are, doing the things that they are;
and I could go on and on? Now this is
exactly what many many of my blogs are
doing, unfortunately, with little positive results for
poor old pathetic mother fucking little old cursed victim
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If all you want to look at here, is Ann
and Dawn King, and Robert McGuire; eliminating about 90+% of other
powerful shit; we could not miss this reality, and this pattern of
bizarre behavior against me, with these twisted fucked up lovelies.
They destroyed and ruined my entire life, AND
THEY ARE NOT DONE WITH ME, not by
a long shot, Mister Super Perry White Louigee Hangups
Kent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W, does this
asshole ever forget anything? DUH, that may be what eventually sinks
WOMO's dam ship, YO. Time again if you want to, Mike
McNulty, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Look
great folks, I
never said in three dimensions, all these wonderful
persons have done all these things; but you cannot go dismissing
stuff, and living in the caves forever. Not when Morianity has come
along so fucking ass faithfully now, and explained all this great
shit to the dam human race for so long, and it does have validity. I
have posted the hatepage on me, I have posted a record of my song
copyrights. What do you want, Roseann? Yeah, I know! DUH!
Thank
you baby-blond 4 visiting me again last night, May 11.
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