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, they all know what computer 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, 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 pocket
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, 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 A3th 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.
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