MORIANITY
PART FIVE
CHAPTER
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ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
THIS
IS CHAPTER NUMBER 00102,
MY GREAT BELIEVERS.
MISS
WHORE BITCH FONDA-AM, MAY 10, 2013, AND 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 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”!
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KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
Now
remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00
PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog,
and every few minutes, the chart will update; ahhh these leevely ol
leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl,
speeshally ween its on your side of the fight. But without the lousy
attempted Irish accent, let me tell you that the enemies broke my air
conditioner, and I will let it stay broken, so that this time,
maintenance will not be able to come in and say,oh it's working fine,
you asshole, Mark. It is not working fine, it has been fucking hit by
the Raspberry Carnival Crew of 1460-2010. One hell of a lifetime, if
I do see so, meself, Meester Meeguire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE
YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
YOU
ARE CONTINUING
TO READ CHAPTER
00102
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Doors,
doors, doors, doors, Public
Housing Authority!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
mother fucking stink shits folks, remember that MENTALIST television
episode that aired a couple of weeks back with the coin trick and
Patty Jane was telling Wayne Rigsby about the two coins and how the
simplest and most obvious thing is normally the truth about any given
circumstance and or situation? Well, I've been too busy being
persecuted and picked on since then, to really make contact with that
thought until recently, and then when I did and something popped up
in my fact, I still was too busy getting fucked with by my enemies,
the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, to get into this wild mother fucking deal,
good people and my wonderful
believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now however, to
quote the mighty Leviathan, Barnabas Collins Frid, of yesteryear,
“IT'S TIME”,
SO
LET ME PROCEED TO DO JUST THAT. This
really will blow your mind, the utter fucking simplicity of something
that has bugged me out for a very fucking ass long dam time, good
folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
talked about how the energy worlds of 'spirit', as most humans who
are not the science, and laboratory type, of folks, would think of
stuff as; and go onto tell you that waking material tangible physical
life in this caporial arena and shared material world illusion, is
only possible by our consciousness, whatever this truly is, some
mysterious force that combined MIND with individual BRAIN, is by
mathematical proof, literally dividing by the constant squared, or
speed of light (C-SQ). Then I go onto say that here in waking life
while conscious, we seem to receive a reverse of all things that are
TRUE AND REAL. While, thank you Patty Jane, for this marvelous
advice, and it was right in fucking front of me the entire time, a
place where most of us receive the maximum effects of being totally
blindsided. Of course, if the great E=MC SQ is going to be reversed,
so that we can live here awake and conscious in a solid material
universe, by the mere doing of this by our 'brains', we then would
receive a sort of backward or reversed vision of basic life concept,
no matter what arena, something observed such as the sun going around
the Earth, most truths such as the smart money being normally the
dumb advice in the long run despite the great and mighty powerful
Misses 1969 Marola Lottery, and on and on and on we could take this
horse shit, good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
this was a day of loud doors again, a nasty sore throat in the
morning, a shit attack in the evening, all day fucking chemtrailing,
and nasty overall shit all fucking cunt lapping day long, AKA one of
the god dam Mountainpen's famous many many many hurricane blowing
force BOTBAR DAYS!!!!!
Now
I will tell you a little more big news that time and personal major
hell has been preventing me from getting to much into, and that is,
that an old acquaintance made contact through a neighbor on another
floor, and I have learned a lot of powerful things, not much of it is
safely bloggable if I value my fucking life, as you don't mess with
this fucking family, and remain real healthy. I would tell you to ask
Janis Joplin, if I am addressing any of her fans from long ago, but
then as you know, you would also need to invite in Sissy's Cuzz from
the Oranges of Jersey, along with Patty Sorenecks, to make contact.
As I said, this is what happens when those magic bullets really begin
to fly, ladies and gentlemen, YO! I will only tell you a few tiny
things. First, I had no idea how powerful these Lambrigger jerk offs
feel about all time periods in nickels. You know, 5 years, 10, 15,
20, 25, and I am not really tool sure about the nickels after the
first five of them. This is a huge thing, and is why a waitress was
literally corner-room-reality-manipulated or CRRM in case I wish to
use this abbreviated term again on future blogs; but this is why she
told me there was a contract on my life, right in front of my mother
who was seated across the booth from me that day on the second of
mother fucking August in 1996, 10 years to the day that I was in my
passenger seat in my car, while David Roth was in a Manhattan
night club,
seeing his great pals, a music group calling themselves, “NEW
SHOES”.
But there is a lot more, and it really is or may as well be if it is
not, on what is refered to by the No Such Agency, as Top Majestic
Secret Level, or TMSL, it does not go higher, there is no top top top
top top, this is like twenty tops without sounding like a silly grade
school kid. From every conceivable huge thing from stuff in my
daughter's life to Star Trek owners and producers, all of these EW
peeps and probably the entire IL Club (LAMBRIGG
CULT OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE),
have a major thing about the nickel years. Presidential elections may
come in fours, leap years may come in fours as well are are the same
ones, but the real hidden shit behind the OZ-CURTAINS, all
come in FIVES.
This is not why I like the number 5, and is honestly; and faint if
you want to, hearing this coming from me the Mountainpen; but it is
really just a wild cosmic duplication of things, or (a coincidence)
if you will permit me here, bended knee Gottwald, UNCLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can look at times that are separated by these nickel years, of many
dates and times in my life, where this has proven out, abnd this
small group of words of wisdom from the non crawling bugs of music or
non music, are powerful true honest words of fantastic advice. You
see, this technology if you will, can be applied against this evil
fucking Illuminati group as well as just be a plus on their side of
this fight with me throughout fucking eternity. Yeah, Heavy girl, own
up to that little powerhouse of great wisdom, postcard queen from
hell, and cosmic landlords of the application of my songs from the
eighties. Oh yes, good old cowardly King Walter,
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can skit the
tigers and the bears,
oh what,
open reel master tapes of eighty-six????????????????????????????
Yes
Kenny Rogers, you know whassup, and don't even think about trying to
lie to me or your old flame from Warren Grove in New Jersey. We all
have our pink houses, and lake-houses to deal with, and even Superman
has a way of living, suffering, and dying, right wonderful Mister
S.M. Carey????????????????????????? Let's not dig up too many lovely
Roseann Delaney's, I get nervous at this time of night, just on the
mother fucking outside chance that phase-4 may work in more cases
than my rotten old CUZZ, the Marvelous and Mervelous, and the ACMUA
PIPES and underneath bedroom pipes, all notwithstanding, AHA-AHA-AHA!
Yeah, go ahead, Mister McNulty, you can join the choir. I cannot
sample you, I never taped anything of you, WEEEEEEEEEE!
I
am so sick to my stomach from living nearly sixty years in this
world, I could throw up with the force of a nuclear volcano on
steroids, ladies and gentlemen. There really is no excuse for the
quintessential evil, that exists in this tiny little rotten to the
core world. Sorry Twinbay, this is just how this poor old broken down
glass-half-empty guy, feels about fucking shit right about now,
sweetie. Give my best to lovely Jenny Washburn and gorgeous Tiffany,
WHAAAAAA!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555
I
will not be continuing Morianity as long as I may have recently
implied. When I said, “until the day I die”, that was an admitted
now exaggeration. Sorry folks, I will try not to undermine my
credibility by doing those things. If I am going to go out of my way
to appear ridiculous, beyond the already absurd to most folks blogs
in and of themselves, then I deserve what I get, and that being,
thought of as an endless fruitcake and crackpot, and laughed at,
never to be taken seriously about anything, a real shame, because
misguided as some things may indeed be in all of this for going on 8
years now; these blogs attempt to tell a true life story of me and
what I have lived and suffered through. Like most things if not all
things I have ever attempted, this blogging project, and any off
shoot beyond that such as posting music done by me, and all of it,
is just a total miserable failure, so what else is new, and SOSO
(Same-Old-Same-Old)?
Only
I can know the true powerful significance of my music, my posting
stock market charts, and many other things that attach the Morianity
Project. To those not living inside of my private hell, they cannot
make sense at all, and really, I am starting to see with honest
clarity, the total futility of the entire nasty mess. It is fine and
completely all right for a group of people to steal my entire life,
my entire everything, nothing left out that humans could ever
possibly think of, and this is just fine and dandy. Let me jaywalk or
spit on the sidewalk however, and I'll get a fifty year prison
sentence. This is not an exaggeration, this is pure dynamite honest
simple plain straight out truth, folks.
The
path in front of me is clear as a bell. If I continue to pursue
things the same way that I have done for the past many years, I will
receive the very same rotten results of the many years. If I do not
alter my course, nothing can ever hope to get the smallest bit
better. It still may never get better no matter what, but my simple
point is that if I do the same thing forever, than past performance
will pretty much guarantee future results. I am a blogger, not a
prospectus writer that must comply with legal constraints. They are
not permitted to tell potential investors in anything imaginable on
this planet, that past performance repeated, guarantees sameness, and
in business, this is most likely a more honest and real scenario, but
in life, I think most would agree with me that indeed, what is
illegal to proclaim in an investment prospectus, is basically the
honest and full truth regarding things pertaining to living life in
the physical world.
My
neighbors have all banded together to kill me, and they may not even
be aware of this on some conscious mind level. It makes me want to
cry like a baby how ignorant and pathetic this human race really is.
You go up for example on the great internet, and read how the limited
human mind places things into the same compressed files, that Youtube
does with your original CD digital music that you post, making it
sound about as degraded as listening to a rock concert through
toilet paper rolls glued to your ears, from the parking lot on a
windy day, at best. I am not saying this to belittle Youtube, but I
do attempt to make my little point, people, that is all. I know I am
incredibly outspoken, and most likely not only have offended the
majority of the world power structure system as well as the 99ers,
because I cannot live that boxed in and completely compressed. I have
seen incredible things, and lived an incredible life. No one else
alive would have survived it, and my survival has nothing to do with
anything that brings me praise or glory or credit, believe me good
folks. I am here and alive and am doing this project, because a power
far greater than I will ever hope to be in my wildest fantasies has
desired for this to all be so. I have as much to do with it as I have
to do with succeeding in life in so far as the way humankind
perceives successful living here on Earth, you all know, money,
family, peace of mind, security, happiness, fulfillment, respect from
peers, and all of that nice stuff that separates the beggars and
bums, from the big shots.
My
apartment is all packed up. I wil be heading for Mexico in two weeks,
towards late in the month, one night when the world least is
expecting me to do this. They did not think I would ever make good on
my continual promise to vanish in the dead of night out of New
Jersey, but I did, Pipe Maintenance Man, Mister Simon Baker. Never
say never, ladies and gentlemen. That is a foolish thing to do or
believe, and you really should take my advice here; but hay, you just
go do whatever makes all of you happy and blissful. Keep that joy
overflowing, right lovely Ashley Tinsdale?
Wrapping
things up, maybe things are real clear to me that you all cannot see
no matter what I post up, and then as well, maybe a lot of stuff that
you all take for granted, is Einstein difficult for me, so did anyone
out here ever so much as ponder and scratch your head on just what
might indeed be causing this quintessential conundrum of illogical
reality? If you were me, you would be thinking about this as often as
you pee and poop and eat and drink. I do not have the luxury that you
do, of NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS, CONTINUALLY!
So
that you don't have to click onto the right margin, here is a
smattering of recent activity in late May and early June, from older
blogs, pasted in. Have yourselves a very nice day.
OK
folks, I've cut the fucking enemies a break for a week of siege now,
and this is where I must now draw a line in the rock chucking sand,
and really tell some things out to the world, as a total retaliation
for this death pummeling siege being rained down on me by the
Astral-Plane group known as the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL'S EVIL THIRD, or the LAMBRIGGER CULT, those who
reside on the BRIGGBASE of the great nestern shores of the TECK BAY.
I have not run out of things to tell you, as somebody hinted at
recently, and believe me, if I had all the time in the world, for
Weena, and other story telling listeners; we would be all night long.
My rotten bunt tapping nabes have been making horrendous loud noise
now day and night all week long, and it must be reported, and it will
be. I cannot take it this bad any longer, and they go on real mother
sucking rolls, or maybe a more accurate way of putting it, despite
being scoffed and laughed at, would be going on roles, as Dennis
Snyder was a very intelligent man, and quite the philosopher, and
I'll not soon forget the talks that we had at the Cifaloglio guard
job, where he reminded me that the Hollywood crowd are impossible to
ever really know, especially the actors more than those in the music
circles, as their job is to act and perform, and it does not
necessarily stop when the words of, “cut, that's a wrap” get
spoken, and I fully agree with him, and for every actor officially
paying taxes as actors, there are most likely a four figure amount of
wannabees. Now this means they too have practiced the art form well
and long, and are also very adept at this professional deception
ability or I'll shorten this term that may be used again on other
blogging material at future times, to the abbreviation of PDA. PDA is
all around, everywhere, whether the average person going through a
normal average day is ever aware of it or not. Using psychology on
someone, a term that once was quite commonly used, at least in the
olden days of my earlier life, and this was sort of one and the same
thing with this now discussed PDA. The difference if anything at all
between the two items would be that one would exist for the sake of
only and just, using this technique to control and manipulate other
people to do our bidding, whereas the other one that has little to do
with stuff in the DSM-5, actually has a real life reason to be and
exist, as all of us love to enjoy a good show and a good movie, and
that takes some really dam good acting, and thus, good actors and
actresses. There are lots of mediocre actors and few great ones. The
ones who may not quite be ranked within the Greta Garbo, Betty
Davis, James Stuart, Humphrey Bogart, etcetera, caliber; or on the
Astral Plane not that far from a region known as Potterkovich, in
Province Olympia, 'Callio-Botbar'; Mayor of H-Town and phased four
times outside any ambulances driving in the wrong direction at
ancient battlefields; but yes folks, the ones that appear to be great
at certain times, although not really on the top of the list, happens
from time to time, as they are given roles to play, that the Beatles
Music Group knew a little bit about, especially, speaking of Brady
flip side kisses of YESTERDAY. Yes it is quite easy to come off as
great acting, when you are not acting, but really, being yourself. I
just thought it 'important' here for me to toss this little bit of
somewhat insignificant speck of raw data into the equation, for the
few out here who may appreciate it, and maybe if I am lucky, instead
of wanting my head mounted on a den, just may decide to give a quick
honest little chuckle, and then move on and do a Rob Hartley! No
ladies and gentlemen, there is no end in sight to what I plan on
telling, not when my WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES are pouring on this
much horrendous and totally monstrous persecution and harassment, and
remember their number one tactic, used on me, and others who they
hate; is EXCESSIVE
NOISE, and for those too young to remember the Waco,
Texas situation with the Branch Davidian
Cult in 1992, well, need I say more other than the details
are in the library to read, and I assure you that lots of truer
information that matches what I am telling you right now, can be
found on the internet under ''conspiracy theory'' writings. Google it
all up, look at the clubs and the websites; and narrow your search
down to the tactics of excessive noise used as a weapon against
enemies by military forces and powers. It is all up there, everything
is on the internet, and you need to be your own judges and juries on
accuracy and dependability; as there are always some degrees of a lie
within any and all truth, and the reverse also applies, folks. There
are always some degrees of truth, within any lie. In fact a piss poor
liar just lies and lies and lies, and very soon, not a soul will ever
believe a word that they say, rendering them and all they may try and
ever do, from that moment on; quite null and void. The smart liars
will tell 100 big truths, and then at just the perfect time; they
will slip in that lie that catches up the most non-trusting and non
gullible persons from Missouri, and kaboom; they've got you. I say
all this merely to reinforce the point that I am trying to make, and
not to create more clever nasty liars in this world, as we have
enough actors and liars, right now, 500 times over, at least, IMHO,
that the great Mashell Daniels says I am entitled to. At least she
said it in 1980, that was then, and I am clueless to how it all
devolved into 'now'. Shall we move this along, wonderful folks, L-4,
MB, and any others who may be even eluding this T-2-E? Yes, someone
who is onto the entire stuff that falls under what I have named and
labeled, ''EXPLORATRONICS'', and
may be officially named something entirely differently by the real
club in some remote corner of the fifth Marilyn McCoo dimension; but
that entity that is onto this truth 100%, yet is not fully able to
claim mastership 100% of Type-3 beingness, and is not in the club; is
by all of the labels and the standards of the entire Morianity
system; a TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON. Type one are normal folks, who would
get a gold star, and pass the patient test, for rational and sane; by
any textbook definitions written in the current bible of nut-case
study, currently the DSM-5; and
thus who believe that we sleep and we dream, and that is that; except
for perhaps dozens of wild psychological theories and studies, of
what dreams can reveal to the waking world real life, a total
nonsensical lie of the year 2013 and backward from there so far. So
Type-1 are just the normal folks, and type 2 are the types who know
that hyperspace is nothing more than dreamers falling down asleep off
of the Astral-plane, and all the other complicated stuff explained so
far in Morianity. TYPE-3, now this IS THE CLUB, as most of them,
although traveling rarely alone, do upon occasion in fact do just
that, and perhaps often, but eventually, to be fully TYPE-3, common
sense tells us that just as law and medicine of this time is
established and controlled, so is this; and just as licenses to
practice, and some sort of a standard and centralized hub exists,
such as the AMA or the legal BAR, and so on, with all professions; I
would doubt with what's left of my sanity and good reason, that this
would really be any different. So there are three types of entities,
and MORIANITY has made this claim from the first swing of the
baseball bat. TYPE-1 people just go to sleep, and they leave things
right there, and this is the vast majority of the entities of
hyperspace, especially in the backward years in relation to more
advanced times in any parallel reality. TYPE-2 people are varying
shades of gray-me-types, you know, no connection to gray aliens; I
simply mean there is a range of types like myself, such as Carlos
Castaneda, and myself, and many many other folks; but none of us IMHO
at least, are TYPE-3. The only three people who are TYPE-3 in this
exact frequency of atomic reality, or here in this present time and
this universe of so many virtually parallel other ones, inside of an
unimaginably vast hyperspace, that contains them all; would be my son
in law, his mother in law, and the greatest pop diva on this planet
so far as of 2013. I will leave things right there for many many
reasons, as I do have knowledge that I should not have, not as a
type-2-non initiate of the full maxed out entity beingness that is
possible inside this wild 5-D dream! Now we will proceed on into what
will be added to what so far has been made a part of the Morianity
Project, or the hopefully future, MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
the 'religion' for the THIRD MILLENNIUM, hence, the name on old
originally blogged texts; MORIANITY FOR
MILLENNIUM-3, or simply MFM3.
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W-O-W
***
Yes,
the power is in the blood, and mine is just one grade better than my
graduation, you know, British Petroleum and betting our Red
Henningsen 1969 raped BIPPIES on anything except roulette wheels that
did not arrive down there in Lovelyville, until it all began in 1978,
huh Resort
SIN-DERR NATIONAL HOTEL AND CA----SIN----O?
Yes folks, but all this fucking stinking rotten bullshit laid aside,
folks and wabbits; here's the long and short of the updated lesson in
non Advanced-Robotics, but rather, in EXPLORATRONICS. First off
folks, you will all tie what I say together, in your own ways, it is
not my business to preach to you, merely tell some shit about my
life. Then you go and invite it into your lives, just as you so
choose to do; this is exactly what I want, no more and no less. James
Redfield is indeed the true father
of this supposed now long dead, ''New Age''. His great books are ALL
MUST READS,
unless you enjoy being on a very low level of the Pedersen Created
Lifescale System, or the (PCLS) for the short abbreviated initials.
How many of you remember the blog a month or so back, when I cut my
hand on a can top that was near the stove that I had not yet thrown
into the trash, and somehow a cockroach, brought to me by what else
but these cock roach fucking neighbors across the dam hallway; made
me injure myself by reaching over to kill it, and getting cut quite
nastily? Well, I was fixing a steak and spaghetti din-din for Mizz
Davis and myself, AHA-AHA-AHA, I'll do it this time, smoke break for
you Mike if you need one; anihee, I fixed another meal exactly like
that one mentioned on the blog where I cut myself, a few nights back,
and as I was eating, and cutting the steak, don't even bother fucking
asking me just how it happened as I've been cutting meat longer than
Donna Summer, and she was a meat packer as a teenager, up in Boston's
Burbs, but POW, I cut my finger really bad, and it bled profusely
until I got it all bandaged up. Most of May and June is all SUPER
FUCKING BOTBAR,
I just don't go discussing it any fucking Wirtz-Monster-Feeding-Mohr.
Oh lovely, not old, sorry, misprint Mizz Bondi as you are anything
but old, but I meant to type in 'OH', not old, anihee; just as the
ADA told me in the early nineties while my mom and I were renting the
home of the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer, on Route
#561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG, in the early nineties; “Don't keep
feeding the monster or it grows bigger, you need to know when to
fight it, and tell me stuff, and when to just totally ignore it, yet
staying vigilant; and remember when you see stuff in front of you,
that's when you need to be looking into your rear view mirror”. I
never mother fucking ever forgot that GREAT ASS ADVICE, thank you Ron
Wirtz, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that I am on page
fucking eleven of eleven, let me 'cunt phlegm rape', with my fives,
please folks, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555555555
PLUS 555555555555555 TIMES 5555555555555555555 divided by 555555555,
is equal to who gives a shit, Donald Winn? Yeah, you are one swell
lovely nice cool fella, real charming and loaded with human feeling,
and then you want the citizens of this already major fucked up
nation, to elect you cunt lapping ass president? What fella, are ya'
nuts???????????????????????? Kiss my ass Jane, for what you did to me
in 1993, you rotten ass slob!!!!!!!! Say it Dawn and Dad,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!
Now
what do the two cuts and injuries have to do with the price of dog
shit and canned berries you may be wondering right about now, good
believers, so let me get down and fucking dirty. Well, both were cuts
on metal to my right hand, a lid of a can and then a knife, as I
said, both metal, and then both times, I had prepared a meal of steak
with spaghetti and tomato sauce, and I have not had this exact meal
combination before or since or at any time inbefuckingtween, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like Microsoft Spellchecker
has the hots for Roseann Delaney on that past sentence, but then
crissake, we are speaking of the subject of blood. In fact we have
been, ever since my computer programming degree in 1973, at the PC
Institute, WOW, if it gets much better than this, I'll whip off right
in front of the US Supreme Court. I swear to this!!! Hell, three hots
and a cot doesn't sound so bad to me right now. Fuck this shit,
Henry Fonda, my old friend from 'MIVILLE' and Lake-less Vineland
Paramedics of parallel universes. So is another WOW
appropriate, MMCN? So what is causing these parallels to happen, you
know, I fix the exact same meal that I rarely prepare, and boom, I
cut my right hand friggin' half off? Well, what causes Parallel Event
to happen in anything? The answer is I will never know for sure, but
I am beginning to totally believe that REALITY-3 is the entity behind
all paralleling events. Something, I don't fucking know just what,
but SOMETHING happens; and THEN, two other things HAPPEN, and they
seem to be related to each other in some mathematical preponderance,
that remains endlessly above what would normally eventually be random
or unpredictable, out of a large grouped number. If you go to a
roulette table, and start keeping track of the twelve bi-parameters
of outside betting, you know, black and low, or red and even, there
are twelve total; and then you watch to see if a strong parallel
event exists in any of these twelve, where on the following spin
outcome, there is a much larger amount of times that one of the two
50-50 chance outcomes does indeed come out in the remaining third
parameter, and let me give you an example here. If you are tracking
all 12 with a simple little stick figure chart as I did in 1986 when
I was playing professional roulette in Atlantic City at the casinos
there; and suddenly without any Walmart's or tunes of the RIAA being
involved whatsoever; you observe that on the bi-parameter of
BLACK-HIGH, there are 37 EVEN'S that follow on the next spin, and
only 6 ODD'S, you have a nice strong parallel-event for EVEN to
follow any near term wheel outcomes of a BLACK-HIGH number, these
being, in case you may be interested, 20-22-24-26-28-29-31-33-35.
After any of these numbers pop in at your wheel, your stats up to the
present time according to your stick figure chart, show the following
18 numbers to come in at a ratio of 37:6, and these being,
2-4-6-8-10-12-14-16-18-20-22-24-26-28-30-32-34-36, not counting the
house VIG numbers, the green ones, zero and double zero. This is an
'outside-betting system, so we are just thinking that after a BLACK
and HIGH, the so-far odds of an EVEN follow outcome are 37:6. Well,
don't get too excited. The true odds are never what they appear, as
this is just the way the wheel is working so far, but by waiting for
a strong parallel event such as this where the ratio of these two
numbers is at least 4 and even 5 times, or in other words at least 4
times the lower event number, so in this case being the 6, so at
least 24:6. By playing after you get something this strong, all odds
are that you will make more units profit than you lose, by betting
that same event every time it is signaled to be played, and when the
parallel event does eventually reverse, by the time it is no longer
at least 4:1, you have made a lot of units. In reality, this system
of using the parallel-event in this exact way, was computer run by a
man named Rob Provenzono, from New Jersey, in the late eighties, and
after 100,000,000 spins, was showing a 6.9-7.1 percent profit, when
the house VIG was not included. Factoring the roulette VIG in
however, big as it is, 5.26%, the 100 MEG computer run test, still
showed a 1.74% unit gain, over the 50-50 random, with this huge
house-vig included in the mix.
This is not one of the strongest parallel events, and this has been
talked about before, right down to my high school days at the Haddon
Township High School in Westmont, New Jersey; where I learned that
tapping certain tiles in precise combinations, in my bathroom, while
either shitting or bathing in the morning; would bring me a better or
a worse type of a day, in school. All my 720 high school days sucked,
I could not wait for all three 720 thirds to be over; I hate fucking
school. But not because I hated to learn, I just hated the mother
fucking jerk off people. Naturally, we all grow up, and look back;
and it was all a lot of shit anyway. It means nothing to me now. In
fact, I would love to see the end of the entire fucking world.
Nothing personal, and no offense meant to a single soul. I am just
tired of existing eternally. IT
SUCKS!!!!!
But
this is only a part of bullshit, the tile tapping that led up to
parallel event, as well as the great Sherry-Lee Pote from the
Chrysler Automobile Dealership in Oaklyn, New Jersey in 1997, and
lots fucking more. I may as well tell you all, a letter to the Fort
Pierce Mayor will be mailed at the post office tomorrow when I go up
on the island to see Mikey. It details how the Public Housing
Authorities must be in on this plot to drive me mad with noise from
these thug drug ghetto trash, and their all night door slamming, and
screaming, and drug selling, and using, over in those apartments
across from me. I have nothing to lose. It will stop, or it is back
to fucking New Jersey for me. So get ready for me to come home, big
guy, like it or not, if the shit hits the fucking ass fan here for
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought you may want the hell
to know about this, SIR!
YES,
I---W---A---L---U,
SK!
AND
AM HAPPY THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM YOU. I ZAM HOLDING YOU TO ALL MIGHY
WORDS ALL MIGHTY ISIS!!!!!!!
You
and your great Blucran hyperspace tricks, WEEEEEEEE!
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
are people who are dreaming. They have a body asleep in a bed, the
same as you and me; only you and me for the very most part, are
considered by them to be, mere TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS (T-1-E), verses
them being (T-3-E). Let me shorten it please, good folks and MB's,
(Morianity-Believers), thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LSS,
they can willingly choose to walk into the lives of their doubles or
(doppelgangers) in parallel realities or (transdimensional universes)
in the vast fifth dimensional hyperspace. This is no joking matter,
MC's mother is the greatest T-3-E in the known multiverse, and so of
course is MC, and also, the third part of their awesomeness, designer
and architect master of the entire system below the sixth dimensional
MIND REALM ITSELF, the (6-TH-Dimension), and this would be the
subatomic particle that decides what to make any and every element in
existence, simply by dancing around a little orbit or circle, in a
certain cool way, a private coded way as a matter of fact, only
without any need of creating the International Mobile Machines
Corporation, in order to do so. In fact, this process, as all
processes; are reversed here. Truth seems to insist upon coming to
humans awake here, in total reverse. It really does InSISt upon this,
and there is nothing wrong with your television set, or my keyboard
back there, but we are no where near the maxed out outer limits of
telling the entire story of everything. In fact, it can never be
told. It is that incredible, and that times the power of infinity.
Now say 'screw that', and you, by pure mathematics; ARE SCREWED! To
be able to transform yourself to even a T-2-E, the in-between stage
before beginning to be able to do the great feats of the great
ISIS-MIDDIE-SCYLLA-SSJKKIMS, or just for an easy to pronounce
grouping of letters; we can say, Sajikems, funny; sort of like the
Next Generation Star Trek, and Nikki Cox; that adorable little alien
child, and Mister Data Android's friend, Sarjenka. Do I hear another
W-O-W,
as if not, I am typing to dead people, and I thought that I was
fucking dead and maggots? Yes Microsoft Spell-Checker, I do not know
just how ''saint-like'' all of this talk is, but I do have powerful
knowledge, straight from the fucking astral heavens; to impart to
this cave age world; and that times a million more, that never ever
will be fully told. It is totally endless folks, and I promise a lot
more than lovely MO; and congrats on all that weight loss. You go
lovely girl, and don't let git bag distant cuzz Donnie boy fire you.
Tell him I'll kick his face off if he
does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
getting back to just a few things on today's whittle bwog folks,
before any of you call me a total kook whack job, if I am not on the
level, why is the biggest entertainment giant checking me out? Take a
hard look here, and see it for yourselves. Then refresh the page and
click into the system and go back into this page, that will now be
pasted in; and see that I did not paste it in. It is there, on the
official records. I am not some dam nut, despite the government
InSISting on paying me monthly, for being one my friends, month after
month; and just 'how many times' all notwithstanding, on all days on
or off of 10/05/2008. Sure, you can all lie to
yourselves from here to
Harold Camping's next bullshit predicted doomsday, and beyond. The
last laugh of the McNulty Club belongs to myself, and perhaps, Mister
Icabod Crane as well, right © Office???
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But
it's time to move this on with the dream-controllers. It is old news
for old followers of MORIANITY, to hear the basic stuff, so for
newbies to this blog, I will repeat older stuff later, this is a more
advanced lesson that continues on from all of the previous
left-off-points, for right now, YO! The T-3-E is able to not only
dominate and become the controller of the double of themselves, but
eventually can leave that part of the dream in a parallel world, and
go onto attach into animals and other people not their own double.
Also, with patience and practice, it gets far better, as they can
stay in someone while they go off to sleep and follow them into their
dreams, only still in full control, now of two worlds, and then 3,
and 4, and so on, and there are several already known cases discussed
in 2294 up in World Labs, of 15 people in deep coma type trances for
years, who have become either stuck or else have chosen to be where
they are, stuck however, if they have forgotten the exact way back
out of the control-maze. You cannot just move three dreams and
universes away and then in one, just come out of it and back here.
You will not get this powerful information from any other source on
the internet or any other place above or below ground on this entire
planet. Now we all have participated in a little 'accidental' T-3-E'
activity in our life, aware of it or not, remember some do not even
recall dreaming at all or hardly ever; but my point is that, unless
they are the ones intentionally doing it, they are just caught up in
some real T-3-E who is causing them to be the recessant who they are
the dominant entity over, and for whatever reason, you managed a tiny
bit of control over things if only just to the point of some memory
of the experience upon 'awakening' from 'slumber'. There are no
limits to what these T-3-E can do, they are called by me, T-3-E, they
are called by all NON-MORIAMS, the GODS, or the ET aliens/travelers,
but in real truth, and I think the NSA and the top military brass
know this, it is all just a huge parlor game, played by those who
have managed to become extremely adept at nocturnal control over
hyperspace, the virtually limitless region of four dimensional
space-time universes, all containing quintillions of Planet Earths,
only not more worlds, but this one Earth, in different locations in
each of the hyperspace's 4th
dimension, or TIME. A really advanced T-3-E can create a giant air
vessel, I do it all the time myself and go around bombing out my
enemies, and then afterwards, comes the powerful storms and quakes,
and many other things. I am not proud of what I do, and there is a
lot more to it. Still, I do admit, that power corrupts, and I would
not want any more than I already have, I have no desire to be a full
member in their club, or part of the ES, the great EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND. When you are, you will understand however, how to do
anything you want, with the only limitations being when you return to
your own physical waking life. You see all the powerful wealthy
successful people, from lottery winners to great stars of screen and
music, and all of it, they really have other identities elsewhere,
and they can enjoy their dreams right here, but there are places
where these great gods really do awaken into a world of drudgery,
their REAL WORLDS, where you or I for all we know may be their boss,
and be treating them like shit all day while they clean toilets and
get honked off the freeway while dead tired and trying to drive home
in major traffic congestion, to a nagging spouse, and rammy annoying
children, greeting them screaming in their ear. Guess what, ISIS just
looked over my shoulder and is not happy with my blog, telling too
much, it flashed off, but on the dam screen came the words in front
of my typing, FBI, “THAT-BOY-STOP
TELLING SO MUCH”.
I re-typed it, it came out in font about that size, in bright red,
underlined and slanted. The second it flashed on, it flashed off, and
then my phone rang with the following number on it, 1888-226-1843.
When I checked after the ringing stopped, no message was left on the
voicemail. However, and get ready to remember the days I lived up in
the fucking hood when BOO called me from the Rock Road County Jail
here in my county, Saint Lucie County Jail, his number at the jail
stayed on, but guess who vanished off. Yesterday at exactly 4:11 PM,
Thursday, a call came in from out of the area, and all though my
phone is blocked not to accept a ring from anyone blocking their name
and number, just as before, when the letters “PRIVATE PERSON”
showed up when I got that call from the 650 area code in middle late
winter in twenty-eleven, a few months after the call from BOO came
in, and once the phone display showed the total number, it vanished
and could not be retrieved off of the system, and also, it displayed
in a bright pink color that should not be possible on my AT&T
Walmart telephone; and is a landline telephone. Yes, no name, no
number, just UNAVAILABLE, and it came in at 4:11, but at the very end
of the number area, was a digit, a one, only it looked a lot more
like a | than a 1. Now the record of this event has been wiped clear.
Oh lovely ISIS, I will always worship you, love you, and need you,
BUT THE GODS KNOW, I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU, brown eyed girl,
KALISIS. I have known this mother-daughter-electron GODDESS by a
hundred million names, and every fucking jerk off country music
executive knows this truth about me, and knows of my song that got a
lot of fucking ass airplay back in 1998, and continued getting
foreign airplay for years until around 2004 give or take, called, and
copyrighted by me, “Eternity With Stacey”. The titles that show
up on my copyrighted project record sheet, pasted into many of my
blogs, merely are the title for an entire group of songs on the
project, many times the title track is for the main song of the group
collection, but not always. In the case of the project in middle 1986
called 'REAL GOOD GIRL', see for yourself, it was the title track,
and more songs than this were on the tape, such as PLANES, HIGHVIEW
CHEERS, and others. Also I fucked up a few months ago, and said I did
2 projects in 1983. You can see by the official Copyright Office
record, I did 3 of them, not 2; DEMO COLLECTION 4, SAGA OF SONGWRITER
MARK MUD, and UNCLE; and again, with UNCLE; the title track is for
one of an entire collection of songs on that project, and the main
one was called, “Uncles On Bending Knees”. Yes, Donald Trump, you
may indeed have a marvelous life, to quote you oh mighty buttwipe
sir, but I have a life so fantastic and unfathomable, that you would
give your daughter and your limbs and you know it you old ugly ass
hole, to truly understand me, the one who brought you here on that
magic tape recorder of mine back in when else, but I crossed over
your miserable rotten personality in 1984, give or take around there,
and you then went onto to build your first casino and take over that
rotten Atlantic City that many have called Gomorrah by the sea, and I
have labeled in my song of the 1986 project, and copyrighted, as you
know, OCEANS SODOM! And guess who just called back, ISIS, at 2:57,
with the same 'UNAVAILABLE', AND THE SAME '|' AT THE END OF THE
BOTTOM RIGHT OF THE 'ID-SCREEN'. SO TELL ME PEEPS, IS A MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING SUPER ASS ''W---O---W''
APPROPRIATE
HERE OR 'NAUGHT', MISS AT&T BLAKE OF 1983????????????????
Here
is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson. Nothing just
happens, all things happen for reasons, and random is merely a
disguised pattern, on a grand cosmic scale. There are math formulas
that are extremely complex that force those in the know, to in fact
realize that the words spoken here are true and accurate. These folks
cannot come out and just say this on TV, or other media sources, and
alter society in a flash. It is way too controlled for that to ever
be permitted to happen. Only certified looney folks such as myself
can say these things, and then when they do, who listens? We are all
looney, remember?
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
- http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
THANK
YOU FOR SEEING ME TODAY, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!
BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND
DIANA
ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
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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.
“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.
MORIANITY
PART FIVE, WITH
CHAPTER
00102, CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.
SO
ARE THE DIRT BALL NABES AND THE SLAMMING DOORS!!!!!
Yes
sir, old buddy from CF School, 'IT'S TIME', MMCN!
You
said it all in late 1971, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sharkey
says, 'HEY GIRL', Leticia Tilley,
oh and also,
tell
me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your
bitch???
Now
the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more
information with this blind foolish Planet Earth. So here we go.
PHOTO
IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL
GEOGRAPHIC.
AUUCH,
HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?
Oh
yes people, as good old Jason
Forrest Summer,
SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU
RADIO
WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK
YOU”.
HE
SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!
THIS
PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
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.
DO
NOT GO UP ON THIS SITE, THE MONKEY MONSTERS TOLD ME THEY WILL CHOKE
ME TO DEATH IF ANYONE GOES UP HERE, WOW AND WOW!!!!!!!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
BUT
TO WHERE, AS MY HELL IS ENDLESS?
**********WHERE
ELSE, H------E------L------L**********
***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
A
child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube
site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not
endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I
alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that
are not me directly. Click below, YO!!
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Timeline. You're always in control of who sees what - you can turn
it off or remove posts at any time.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You
may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
THESE
SCUM ARE SCREAMING AND SLAMMING, FORT PIERCE POLICE
DEPARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS AFTER 1 AM NOW ON THIS 06-07-13!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
This is merely a harmony
track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF
SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or
persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a
time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any
excuse 4U? Signed, Da' Mountainpen.
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only where RU
when I need you, oh lovely AG of FLORIDA??????????????????????????
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Are you on this
thing, BREAD and IF, OR 'as if', Doctor Garrigan???????????????????
A
beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and 'Goddess Diana',
by the Romans.
She
is real folks, you will see when you're dead!
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