MORIANITY PART 5

CHAPTER 00121/00122

TUESDAY, 9 JULY, 2013, 4:02 POST MERIDIAN

Back in the middle part of 1983, when my communicating directly with the electron was new, and through a group of special machines all hooked up together and a series of ''sentence-codes''; I was warned by her, ''not to go to Florida'' after telling HER quite often, that I may wish to in fact do just this. She quite naturally, already knew a lot of things, as did the eminent great James T. Burr, but that is another story for another time, Joseph Gannon, Doctor of Medicine. But back early in 1983 after shortly moving into the rental home owned by Mister Jerald Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I began noticing that the stock market seemed to run in a particular paralleling way with my general overall life, only at this beginning time, it was the total reverse from where it later evolved and altered into. What I mean to tell you is simple. At first, when I had a good day, IT HAD A GOOD DAY. When I had a bad day, IT HAD A BAD DAY. Somewhere after 1984 swung around, this for reasons that elude my mind entirely, reversed and did a sudden turn around, or AKA a 180. Now when I have a good day, IT HAS A BAD DAY, and when I have a bad day, IT HAS A GOOD DAY. I have been talking about this parallel event between me and the markets as well as the Philly sports teams, ever since my nearly eight years of blogs began, in early January of 2006. What never was talked about however, was how things began in reverse mode from where they suddenly and for no discernable reason, turned and did a total 180, and stayed on that new path ever since the time that Shirley the great, and her friend the magical LAB TECHNICIAN of Grant Avenue, just off of I-95, interacted with me, the Doogie Howser Eve White/Black Syndrome, we could refer to this from now on as, or for short, the (DHEWB-SYNDROME). Only those learned individuals in the field of psychiatry, know about the Eve White and Eve Black thing, so in a very quick summary about it for my audience, this was one woman with split personalities, and was the original and quite world renown case, studied by the original students of the father and master of this field, the great doctor Sigmund Freud. I've said it before, and will now reiterate it again. Unfortunately I doubt it is believed, and that's a real shame, because I am only doing what Jack McCoy and Ron Wirtz; a real life, and a fictional prosecutor or ADA would do; and that would be to follow the facts, and go with where it takes me, no matter what it seems to lead into, or how agonizing or incredible it may seem to be a part of; Commissioner Ladiesman of 'Law & Order', but; no folks, this is not a blog about great pop divas, or any other thing in and of themselves. As stuff began to be put together however, unmistakable realities merely started revealing themselves to the investigator, and then as I blogged and further attempted to take all the nasty little messy pieces apart; things just progressively became more and more and more interesting, even fascinating, but I in no way am taking anything or anyone and just plopping them into my life story. They simply have fallen into their proper orders and places, and no good people, Morianity is far from done and over, and who knows what or who may still pop out before this mess is all cleaned up eventually, and hopefully? So as we move along, don't expect less, but more wild crap to pop up here and there, with people, places, and things, that are already COM, or (Characters Of Morianity), but in the name of the Astral Gods, expect many many many more, lovely INGRID, 'weeeshhhhhh', and all other blowhards of the universe notwithstanding, YO! So no matter how anyone of you out here insists on believing that this is merely an Atlantic City Blog, or my own personal hell blog, or a MC blog, be it the great council or the great diva, or even Mary Carter and others, you would all be wrong. It is a McCoy/Commissioner blog, in that just as in the great fictional television show called, “Law & Order”, it is coming from one origin where the writings started in January of 2006, and is literally taking us where it takes us, and this is but the simple and honest plain truth about all of this. Believe or disbelieve, kind folks, at your pleasure!!!!!!!!!!

My asshole nabes are making quite a bit of noise today, but it has been worse. And TODAY, IS FUCKING MUCH WORSE, so please do not mistake this PASTE-IN-JOB so far, as the same old blog, this is most fucking definitely a brand new blog, and a SUPER FUCKING MAJOR ASS BOTBAR ATTACK PUSSY CHEWING DAY, GOOD AND BAD FOLKS, OUT HERE!!!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

RT&PRF BLOG #30 HELP ME SAR LORD-STACEY

Rats, Tats, and Playing real Football-subtitled THE PROLOGUE TO “THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT-INTERNET VERSION”.
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DATFILE XIII------------------Blog #30 and final blog under this title

I am under a horrendous attack from the Milituforce Otammites or the MO as I them abbreviated. Mo is murdering me illegally, VIOLATING MY CIVIL, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, and it is not the fucking year 2007 or is this blog 30 of RATS TATS AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, FROM NOVEMBER OF FUCKING 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Staples Store DID NOT rip me off big time. They sent me A COOL DUDE WHO HELPED ME POST UP MY YOUTUBE VIDEO, ALONG WITH SOME NETWORKING SYSTEMS TO TELL THE WORLD THAT I AM INDEED ALIVE AND WELL, AND LIVING ON HAL LINDSEY'S 1977 PLANET FREAKING EARTH, DESPITE my enemies in Atlantic City in general, and this rotten miserable family from fucking H---E---L---L!!!!!!! or some of the branches.

Well, how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with Watergate, Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker too girl!!!!! WHAAAAAA, WEEEE-NA.

In any case, with or without molly's recognition with the Microsoft Spell-Checker Program, we will no move this along with some powerful shit that has yet to be said anywhere on Morianity thus far, at least according to my fragile McGuire/Callio 1997 HACKED MEMORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PHOTOGRAPH NOW BEING POSTED BY ME, IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY, WOW! Wanna square off Roseann?

Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth, AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!

Talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, you say, fine, it's time, sir Barnabas, without any towns catching on 2012 McGuire fire, right ANGEL ANDREWS of PEE'S 60th-dimension? Yes folks, you can bet we will talk some more about Sarah, as well as what she has done to me for trillions and trillions of mother fucking years. Sharkey says, keep reading, as you ain't seen so much as Al Jolson's asshole yet!!!

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Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

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http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!

ALL MY LOVE FOREVER, MY BABY-BLOND LOVE!!!!

December 12, 2006

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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 00122. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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Chapter 121 Part 5, was the re-posted 'RTPRF' November of 2007 that was put up here last. They are like Kent and Soup, one and the same, sort of like IOSC Avenue going the way of 'Law & Order' baseball players, that use some Benjamin Caplan Distance Elimination systems to effect the mileage on their vehicles, and just what really is a 'vehicle', lovely 1996 Kathy Gatherer?????????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some peeps who read Morianity, are wondering why I use words like ''hostilitygram'', originating from two words strung together, STAR TREK-TNG, style, with their great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY HOLOGRAM, so let me try explaining this to y'all right now, quick, down, and dirty flat out, so you can really ''get it'', once and for all. This dovetails into my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together,l and this is really a world of energy in real truth, and then our brain's consciousness machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter world where we are now living and typing or reading, and 'whatever' Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old 'BUDDY' of the Forget-Me Club!!!

If I see something that is none of my business, I walk on, and that is that. I have seen and witnessed enough things in my life to write a billion essays on it, but again, I stress that I am not a rat. A rat does this. I do not really tattle-tail. I just feel that when someone does me real friggin' wrong, then they deserve a little payback, and if most people are honest with themselves, they will tell me they agree with me. Now I mean this people, be sitting down for what I'll tell you next, MLI, (MORIANS, LESSIANS, INBETWEENIANS) and also known as 'AKA' (L-4), or Laddies, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador-dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now WHEN THINGS ARE IN MY FACE AND INTENTIONALLY BEING DONE TO FUCK WITH ME ALL MY ENTIRE LIFE FUCKING LONG, THAT BECOMES MY BUSINESS, AND AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SITUATION AS WELL, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking explain myself, YO!!!!!

Atlantic City, New Jersey is not an ordinary place. I doubt I'd have lots of fucking peeps present a valid argument with me on this, but they do not have clue point oh one billion about all of the shit has gone down there that pertains to mother fucking ME, and MY HORRIBLE DAM ASS HELL!!!!!!!!!!

There is no way that what has happened to me since 1967 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, right down to all my time here in Florida, more than three and a half years now; can mathematically support a conclusion of anything less, than Morianity being the far best as of yet in 2013, explanation for me, my life, and the entire Planet Earth, and the interconnectedness of all of this horror. The math proves that I am right, and if I ever tried to really do something with this information, life as you all know it right now, would collapse virtually overnight. THAT'S A PROMISE, lovely 'woMO', no sports murderers needed, no advanced radar systems needed, or girls who write about ''crazy cursing dudes'' either. So Sorry, ambassador, again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I cannot worry about anything collapsing, as I plan to tell you all some shit and you can all laugh 'till fucking doomsday. First off, MY NABES HAVE SLAMMED DOORS AND SHOUTED ALL FUCKING DAY LONG, AND HAVE BEEN TOLD TO DO THIS BY FAMILY BRANCHES IN ATLANTIC CITY, MAGIC BULLETS AND ALL, GUNMAN SIR OZWALD, AND MAHM WIFE MARINA. There is so much to tell that it would take a hundred mother fucking years; and today I will only tell one thing. I have some powerful proof, and I plan to catch a train up north to see somebody and take them this proof, since these fucking diseased mother fucking rats ass bastards, won't knock this shit off, and this of course, OH LOVELY GINA, AND ALL OTHERS, is why the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will not quit racing up with this ridiculous mother fucking BULL RALLY, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU FOR YEARS AND FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hyperspace and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest TRINITY, and if you are south of many borders; we would alter this word to TRINIDAD. The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty. I must be very HYPERSPACE-HIGH-SCHOOL 'careful' “PAULA”, as I would like to say a whole lot right now, but I will limit what I tell today. Later on, it is just a matter of really screwing up my courage, and tell a lot more, and then folks, this will in all probability, lead me to the realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison, the grand-daddy mother fucking endless night of major NIGHT-MARES!!!!!!!!!!

QUIT PICKING ON ME, YOU TYPE-3-EXPN SUB SCUM MOTHER FUCKERS, I AM NOT BOTHERING YOU, AND BESIDES, LIGHTNING IS HERE WATCHING OVER ME, AND THE NEXT STOP SHE MAY MAKE, IS TO YOUR HOUSE; TO INCINERATE IT, SO BACK FUCKING OFF OF ME, PRICKS. SO 'WHERE ARE YOU DIANA WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU' AFTER COMING BACK FROM WAL-MART VOICEMAILS???????????? OK, so sue me, it is really NEEDED, put tents only matter when the rain pours in, as far as I am concerned, regarding my enlightened attitude concerning the reality of STM.

I AM NOT ABLE TO TELL 95% OF SHIT I WANT TO, AND YES FOLKS, TO QUOTE DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT GETS GEUOOOD” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REAL FUCKING ASS GOOD, BUT I CAN ONLY SAFELY TELL THE 5%, OR ELSE I WILL FIND MYSELF WITH SOME MEAN DOGS AROUND ME, ON A ROOF OVERLOOKING A BAYWATCH TYPE TOWER, WITH THE CENTRAL PIER TO MY RIGHT, AND THE OLD STEEL PIER TO MY LEFT, AND DIRECTLY BENEATH ME, THE GREAT ALMIGHTY WAYV-FM RADIO STATION, ALONG WITH THE REAL TRUE HEADQUARTERS OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CLUB OF THE MCCOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, let us get to this 5 percent, or some of it, since the ENEMIES won't stop picking on me to keep their EVIL SKYLAR RUMSUN STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY DRIFTING STARWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For a very long time now, before I ever posted one thing on a Youtube account on the thirtieth of December in 2010, I was told to, in powerful dreams, by the great ISIS-ERMC. It began after being at work at Cifaloglio Garage one day, in Folsom, New Jersey, 3000 miles from the other more famous Folsom and the mighty Johnny Cash, another substance abuser, goddess help the entire Entertainment World (EW)! On this particular night, something happened that caused me to listen to a particular side of a cassette tape, that forever altered this planet's history, and this is no exaggeration, hay give me a break, is what I tell about the Dow Jones a lot of yuk yuk yuk McNulty stuff, folks? Really,

is there another MORIANITY, or something even close to it; anywhere else, up on this great and powerful OZERNET????

DOES THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????

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So here I am my wonderful awesome believers, I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET WILL JEST KEEP GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, AND I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT MAGIC EXISTS IN SOMETHING THAT I CALL, ''FOLLOW THE FOLLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING told me in Akoslem City, that I better tell the truth, and not leave my Morians hanging in there with the Hammonton's and the Huntington's, so I must now obey her commands. After-all, she's my beyond hot and unfathomably awesome baby-blond love of my life, and the third part of a wild triple GODDESS, and no more needs to be said now or ever. We are going to clear up some issues 'right here and right now' LOVELY-L&O-LU, AND FOLKS, THIS IS LIKE DISCUSSING Atlantic CITY, or Sarah Jacobson, or for that matter, the great United States Government, the Vatican, and the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. We can talk, we can cry, we can do a Disney cower speed away with Gramps Spears screaming his lungs out in the back seat for an ever greater metal pedal, but all of that, and so much more, I never until just today, really knew just how down right mean and frightening, my kid can be, once something you do pisses her off. There is no grabbing the minute hand, and trying to fling it back; as it is simply a hopeless cause. The difference between doing things via the ES, and just lots of other great parlor tricks; is that all averaged out and then remeasured again, the agonies inflicted upon those victimized by either of these monstrous atrocities that dwarf any concept ever conceived by Hitler, the ES causes way more lifelong everlasting deeper unhealed injuries, after all is said and done, after all the pieces of dog shit are swept up off the smelly floor, and after the fat lady finally sits down, stops writing, stops singing, and keels over like Shelly Winters' heart attack, after her heroic swim-dive, in that great movie, “The Poseidon Adventure”; the ship named after the true King of the sea, Mister Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, AKA Neptune-Jupiter-Poseidon. Him and his lovely wife, on the Astral-Plane, chase me away from their great daughter, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and then I am the bad guy for being the victim of this hellish hyper video-game of the Lawnmower-Man-2 system, for roughly, 1.49720507 times ten to the twenty-fifth trillionth power year equivalent in Astral-Interaction-Event or (AIE), something never measurable to the last drop, any more than we can ever determine an exact relationship of a closed curve (circle), between its through-ness (diameter) and it's all the way around-ness (circumference). We can say 3.14, or take it out a bit more to say, 3.14159265, but it still never ever stops, yet there is perfect connection, and we can see it with any circle a child of two draws on a piece of paper. So before you tell me there are no mysteries unsolvable, let me first take a good healthy crap into your brain, so that maybe you will think better after that. Who can ever know, with or without those cool ass breath echos, Copyright Examiners, AHA-AHA-AHA? Go back to 1971, Mike McNulty. You're not welcome here today, on Morianity. Thank you.

Yes, Lightning told me that I must be honest, and tell the truth. I admit I slightly made things appear just razor edge off of perfect truth when I said on a previous blog that Diana is scared to come around me, just as with many others, and I gave the one real good example around the time that Iraq invaded Kuwait, with the Resident Manager Nate, at the Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees, Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I'll bet dimes to cunt sniffing donuts right about now, my old ex-bizz partner PP is heading straight for his local K-Mart with his own dirty pants, right about now. He must remember the shit I told him through the phone back before he had me rolling on the floor with his voice-mail message that he left me, a year and a half back somewhere in time. He knows I do what needs to be done. He know if you bastards won't stop hurting me, that I'll do exactly what is needed, to deal with the situation and take care of bizz, a lot better than he ever took care of making all those millions in the music business, WEEEEENA. Yes there have been a lot of very special and very precious girls in my life, and all anyone has to do is examine the United States Copyright Office records, under the name of MARK WAYNE MOHR, to see that this is all true. I do not get stuff from all of them. They get it from me; unless you want to seriously believe that I am a real live true honest to the gods, T—I—M—E

T—R—A—V—E—L—E—R!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Jacobson was indeed, a very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the great Bob Madison Club of the Teacher's Lounge, and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country, and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83? Now I know that was not a nice thing to say, and I do sincerely apologize, but it gets the point across, when I do a General Patton, you know; tell it down and dirty. There is not always time for the amenities of niceness, unfortunately, we live in a very mean, nasty, ugly, evil fucking ass world, and you all know this is true!

Now moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened. Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972, telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me, and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think we all know why. It's been told and told and needs no rehash job at this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH, burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's teacher, Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971, and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of 1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”. Just tell me this folks, and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET???? I would seriously doubt this myself, but admit to not being god almighty. Still, before we do move on with the great SARAH, which caused my poor mother and I to be assaulted and criminally preyed upon in numerous ways almost 24 years in the future, minus a month or two, back on the second day of August in 1996, at the Pathmark Shopping Center of Turnersville, New Jersey, County of Gloucester, Township of Washington, and BOOM, don't get MOWED DOWN or jacked in by all these incredible backwash, eddy, current SPACE-TIME-MIND symbolism's, YO folks, and please, is a big ass W-O-W needed right about here?

LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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EVERYONE IS LETTING ME DOWN, DIANA & PEE.

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATOR DEVICE. TRY AND REMEMBER THIS. Stone Harbor and the State Policeman who shot me to death in the Shorty MacInvondi Sixtieth Dimension, is real, and ADA RON WIRTZ knows it is all real, but this world is one HUGE FUCKING BLUEBOOK, and I am not speaking of automobile values or anything closely resembling this, YO!!!!!

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So back to the story that is not off a shade or two from total 100% TRUTH! Lightning told me that she is not afraid of any of these people in hyperspace. But SHE IS AFRAID THAT they will hurt me and mess with me, if she comes around and brings me joy and happiness; as this is never permitted by my ENEMIES, the ruthless vicious evil monster sub-scum MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''THAT'' is what she is scared of, SIR ROCKDROID KIRK AND KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, as for kid, she almost never got here, as you got the royal bear hug of your life by old Android Rock that day, when Nurse Chapel was with you; and the lovely vision of gorgeous sensuousness, the 'girl-droid', whose name, or number, or whatever; Congressman; I now have forgotten. I have not seen this shit since 1973, in my Russell Thaxton First Morianity original version long burned, O-15 bedroom, of 'GAMES EXPERTS', and accidental flip sides, that for this one time at Cifaloglio, was meant for me, imagine that, entertainment world?????????? So say it Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! OK, that's been said, PTL, PR-80! Then there was Misses Marola, who made sure, another ''kid'' would come to be, along with that unfathomable mind and suigenerous sense of humor oh hers, the wow needed for this one folks, stretches across light years of space, so forget seeing it on this blog, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!!

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I 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????????????????? PLEASE!!!!!!

Mizz Bondi, if David Roth were here to be my witness, he would tell you under sworn oath how real this all is, hard as it may be for you to fathom. These peeps have very great reasons for keeping me out of music, and really, a moron can see what's happening, if he or she would just look and honestly see what is what here, with both their eyes and their hearts. But alas, as I told Lenny McKinnon in 1980, “I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS WILL ALL TURN OUT”, and no Mizz AG, it ain't real pretty, nothing like you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

This is DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS BULLSHIT, whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not; and very soon, you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking bastard said all that, back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in June, and wow; now look at shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is nothing new about lightning by the way. I have been following this ever since the middle eighties when all of this fucking nightmare shit began for me, good people! I do not hide stuff, and there are no secrets in MORINAITY. It is all in plain view, but if it does not quack like an EARTHDUCK, many will never be able to hear any of it no matter how plainly it barks out at you. This is why Jesus, after the great resurrection, was recognized as slightly different in appearance, when in fact and truth, the difference was in the mind's eye of the many beholders, who just could not totally escape the EARTHDUCK QUACKING SYNDROME. They see, they hear, but it is all fake steak and techno-pop. The problem is that everything shares a commonality and this is that nothing is really real, so then, what the fuck is phony, anyway? When anyone figures out that little powerhouse wisdom bite, share it please, and then, you are definitely ready to understand the following little quick squib about Morianity hating secrets, and why the LORD called EARTHERS, ''hypocrites'' over and over again, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA WELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't care if it is the example of several months back with Mister Woods-golfer and fiance', or anyone out here with a Facebook account, or any social media. How can you keep a straight face, and do all this stuff; and then hate the government for supposedly spying on you? Also, when Tiger and his girl posted all that stuff up, and then demand their privacy, no offense, and this is just an example using name recognized people to make a better point; but millions of you all are biblically described so perfectly. The NSA is not taking your privacy, you all have been giving it away for years, and then you complain. Now as for me, I have a message to get out, and could care less how many people are spying on me. Spy on, rock on, roll on, roll over and play dead for all I care, I mean folks, get real; this is totally ass ridiculous. If anyone could care less, Morianity has told you now, for seven or eight years, that this was all true; only no millions of people know my name, the way that they know the dude who squealed. Also, FYI lovely folks, they don't HAVE TIME to give a shit about you or me or our lives. The entire planet has been under surveillance for decades, and the teck is just better recently and so it all has come out, but not to burst any bubbles or egos out here, but unless you are planning on doing something that is a threat to America, they don't even know your name, or want to. They have raw data that great programs examine and analyze, with a time backlog that you would not believe. They are just now examining the most important key-word-signaled data from 5-10 years ago, and this is why they were not on top of the 911 event. The manpower is lacking, not the teck. If you could record just 6 hours of the day, 40 of your favorite television channels, tell me how you will ever catch up to watching it all back? You'll get an ever increasing lag time as time keeps passing. The NSA is not the problem. The problem is social media out of control and nutty people. How can you get out there and tell your life to an open world, and then expect or try and demand 'PRIVACY'? It's the quintessential oxymoron if ever there could be one. Either want the world to know your name, or don't, but why do you all vacillate back and forth? If you have accounts and tweet out your basic life moves 24-7, then what's your problem with big brother reading the same pages, hay, call me dumb peeps, I just don't get any of it, so if I am missing something, why not straighten out this dumb old fuck?

People say that I'm fucking Looney Tunes. Fine, I guess I am, because for the life of me, I simply do not get the new age American citizens, and really for the most part, the entire new age so-called civilized global internet society. I mean really, I have had things happen to me that go beyond the fucking known universe, and have begun to write and record about it ever since 1995. I've copyrighted shit, written music, written blogs, it is all real, and I only hope the dam fucking feds read it and examine it all. None of this shit makes one bit of sense to me, so if it does to you, and you will not ever comment and explain this to me in a full paragraph and not a dumb ass 15 word or less bird chirp, well, to me, I see myself dead center in a huge jungle with billions of folks beating their chest and doing Tarzan imitations. Hay why not, we can call him, Techno-Tarzan, huh Mister WD of the non electronic fluid realms? Yes Mike McNulty, you certainly surely may; so go for it, BRO!!!!!!!!

Folks, the 'drug dog thing' here at the Housing Authority was talked about, and you all know about Magnesonic. All the great mystery detectives from Nancy Drew to Nancy Grace can wonder, but they can never prove anything going on with me and Maggie. Still, you have to admit one thing, L-4, and that is, and as SPOCK said it so frequently on the original STAR TREK TV SHOW, of the late nineteen-sixties; and that is, between the resurrection of King Akoslem 2000 years ago after 80 hours of his death, The Steel Pier to the Central Pier in 265 days, 2000 years later, the not wanting to believe and so our senses forcing themselves to be tricked just a little upon occasion, and then comes the great hyperspace son of our wonderful president of these great and awesome Huntington United States of America. This is not a complicated code with the need for a NSA translation. If you think this proves anything, it doesn't. Cosmos makes eternally sure to always go just so far, and then to never quite cross over that line, just to keep mortals all guessing and pondering, and never knowing. Once you know, all the fun is removed from the cosmic video-game of Pratt Town, right 1994 Copyright Examiners of Permissionbarrierville?

Now shit is gonna get a bit more powerful and fucking interesting in a few ways, and you can all be the fucking COPPER KESSLE GERMAN JUDGES of whether this is so or not so, on or off of the song swiping unknown voyage on the HMS 'TITANIC', back in 1913, where I met Sarah Karge, when I was Adolph Not Huntington. The biggest WEEE or WOW would not come close to being an adequate addition on this blog. You see, I know that past and future lives are real, as I remember hundreds of mine, piecemeal perhaps, but still, remembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody knew me from Jack shit while I was over here in the states, there's no record of my voyage, but cousin Donald Trump knows very well just how real all of my words are, ask him, and then real carefully, watch his face like Patty Jane would do on that 'Mervelous' show of his, Dark Shadows-2, AKA 'THE LOST MENTALIST'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could try and be a fart sniffing smart ass, and post a photo from Google Search Images, of the TITANIC, and what the fuck would it prove other than I came out of the stone age, and learned how to work this machine a tiny whittle bit, Mister Fwudddddd, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA????Like DUH-Hyundai Car Company of 2006, and starting Morianity Projects, WEEEEEEEEE-NA WELLS, YO YO YO!!!!!!! WOW, I can techno-pop up a TITANIC, WHAAAAAAAAABIT!!! 'Well GOLLLLLLEEY, SARGENT FUCKING USMC CARTER', AND A DEFINITE FREAKING BLOODY SHOE W—O—W!!

Folks, the world is like the fucking ass internet. It all makes sense, just like the lovely judge Judy on TV says. When it does not, then I throw out shit, but when it does, I believe it. What Kenny Rogers and Rodney Stuart are the only two fucking ass rock stars that tell shit in their dam music, WAKE UP, YO. Secrets CANNOT be hidden on this planet. They are FORCED LAWTRONICALLY, to eventually spill out into reality, but into a vast part of reality called the HYPERSPACE, or if you are more of a Walt Disney fan, their version of above the middle school, and just what is this fucking Commissioner Law And Order Middle Marola School? Now in the fullness of the 5-D, all things exist, but we don't need to upset Kenny or Dave Roth for that matter, in or out of pink house Lucille's fudge Warren Grove, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even if we don't cross any forbidden lines and get Dave no-no-ing all night up at the 1997 High Point Military War-games Installation, there still is shit that is so tight in, that the only thing that happened to keep it just under maybe 100% of truth in this exact frequency of the atom, would be an intentional act by powerful WOMO-MILITUFORCES, still folks, looking at shit plainly, and I mean my entire life as well as nearly my 8 years of blogs; a child with agonizing diphtheria can see what's happening, if they take off Christ resurrection blinders for just a seck, YO. Let me tell you something good believers out here, and others. The Resident Manager of the building where I am currently residing in here in Fort Pierce, Florida; Misses Debbie Morotto, told me, and this is sworn future grand jury testimony, Mizz Bondi, Florida Attorney General, and all other legal authorities, under PENALTY OF LIBEL AND PERJURY AND SLANDER. She told me that if I make trouble for these peeps, they will retaliate in a major way, and she is powerless to do anything other than to tell me to move out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, Mizz Bondi, YOU STILL REMAIN A SKEPTIC ABOUT MY WONDERFUL KIDNAPPING NMONSTER FAMILY UP NORTH?? Forget the NO DRUG DOG, well, no, don't forget it, add to it, this, and still I could tell more about 2010, as well as all through my life since I was gang fucking raped by those monster girls, the Atlantic City Quoddy Mockers, in 1967, and I WILL SAY THIS AND JUST THIS 4 RIGHT NOW, SALLY HARNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One night when the great rock star Billy was really up in the cirrus clouds, I handed him a dying legal declaration. He told me he knew about what Mister Dangerfield told me in springtime-1969, the warning to STAY AWAY, to quote lovely late and 2-LATE perhaps, huh GREAT SCYLLA, Donna Adrian ADS Gaines. He also told me to never ever live with anyone, and that if a situation arises where I am tempted to for financial reasons, and he said this sober in his freaking barber shop on Haddon Avenue, whether he'll admit to this or not, I tell this straight. He said NOT TO do it, and that it is important, very fucking important in fact, for me to remember this as the years tick by. Shortly after he gave me that advice, he insulted me with a rock-star attitude, and I never went back to see him. Rock stars are rock stars, and you all know my attitude, but still, this is powerful fucking magic bullet information, Paul Evans God dam Pedersen of the Radio Tempers Shack of Jersey!!!!!!!!

W-------O-------W!!!!!!!

As Al Jolson put it so well, musician or not, quite a lot of years back into Roof-dog WAYV time, old pal the TALK, Regis, sir; you all ain't heard 1% of 1% of 1%, so as I said back in fucking 2007, STAY-C-TUNED, SSJKK, my lovely great ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJKK FROM 1896!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, IN INFINITY, is a more accurate way to say this, right Elder Hair my old pal of the nineties from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day freaking Saints???????????????

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CXXII, KING NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN