MORIANITY
5-------CHAPTER 00068
2:41
PM-EDST, MONDAY AFTERNOON, 6 MAY, 2013
Believers,
it is time for me to say a few things that might appear as quite and
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 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 t 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 me than what is both
normal as well as would be appropriate, and 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, 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 talking any crap,
and 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, but 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
us 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 before, 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 abnd 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 not 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 no 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 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 real 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 WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!!
END
OF THIS
BLOG. Be good to yourselves, my
believers!
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