MORIANITY
PART FIVE
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
THIS
IS CHAPTER NUMBER 00072,
BELIEVERS.
MISS
WHORE BITCH FONDA AM, MAY 10, 2013, I AM MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS
SCREWED NOW, FOLKS!
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 YBCO 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
that I was too up set and screwed up to mention, 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 even reminded them of the old days and who I am
without getting too specific so I would 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 b 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 the property
after it has 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 ank 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.
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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,
a 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!
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