MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 127
3:25
AM, SATURDAY, 13 JULY, 2013
JUST
IN CASE THIS BLOGGER NEVER MADE HIS POINT regarding his opinion of
life, I will do so again, ''IT SUCKS''.
My
rent situation is now rectified. This just means another things
solved, and yet another one to go wrong soon again. The words of
Clarence Harris will echo in my head forever or dam near, when he
told me in the summer of 1998, that he personally related to my
rotten situation that I';d told him of, regarding moving from place
to place to place, trying to escape horrendous mother fucking people
that just harass you and make you miserable, intentionally, for no
reason whatsoever, and he said, to the effect, yeah, and moving
changes only an exact negative that was plaguing you before, and now
I you go an move, and it is right back at you again, only as some
other just as rotten an issue, and it never fails. He was right. But
this will segway right into a powerful point that will be made on
this blog that has not been mentioned in a detailed manner for years
on my blogs, but some may indeed remember my words of yesteryear
being repeated and then amplified on. Folks, the times that all the
dots do not connect, merely is because the real nasty shit is coming
from the Astral-Plane, and makes its way down here, just as we all
do, into this physical form of tangible an material life. When I am
overly paranoid and cannot prove a human connection, yet 98 or 99 out
of 100 dots will totally humanly connect right here on the waking
world; it is because I tend to overlook for sanity's sake, that the
problems are all originating FIRST, on a higher realm. It does not
have to all connect up here so perfectly, not unless we are trying to
convict a criminal in a court of law, or along these lines, and this
is great, no one wants the old days back when so many innocent peeps
were just stoned to death, we need to all be protected an given fair
trials, then hung slowly as most guilty bastards are worthy of this
punishment, that are in court. But in all seriousness good people,
all I mean to say is that I refuse in my blogs, to be held, and I
said this years ago on old blogs, to a standard of COURT PROOF, when
I tell the very sad fucking story of my miserable life. Just because
none of you, or so I chance this assumption here, live and believe in
this higher plane, outside of maybe seeing a small little crumb of
the banquet feast on a Sunday in a church, and then boom, it is only
part of your life for that hour, and in a totally different way than
with me; but hay, that is your own bizz folks, and I am not so
fortunate as all of you, to have that luxury. I know shit that no
mortal should be know while wearing a coat of flesh and having
circulating blood within it. My pants are not on fire, and everything
I have claimed that has happened to me, is very real. On top of that,
reality around me continues to reflect and echo continuous proofs of
this being the total truth, but other external forces work triple
overtime to stop others from ever seeing this dead on shit that is
right in front of them, or as my mom would do, as she would call it
and to use her own words, ''play head games'', this was Her way of
dealing with the bizarre rotten crap in life, but it is NOT MY WAY. I
need total reality, and sometimes that extends beyond length and
width and depth, and so others who refuse to even think about also
making this same leap along with me, say, no asshole Mark, you are
deluded. Only I am not one fucking bit deluded, and you know
something, way deep down inside, many of the most loyal card carrying
dues paying members of the great Missourians Club, know this is true
and that these words are honest and real, but they deny it, and as my
mom would have done, ''PLAYED HER DAM HEAD GAMES''. Fine, you do
that, mom, and all others in this club, and in the GWPOS CLUB also,
just please do not expect me to do this, AS I FREAKING REFUSE, YO!
Extremely
wild shit is happening, both to me, and to the entire cosmos, only I
am seeing it with great and perfect clarity, unlike YOU. If this
sounds huffy and stuffy or crass or even resembles a brag, it ain't
meant that way, and yet, I'll be man enough to apologize in advance
for those who insist on taking my words that way despite my claim
that they are not meant in this way one little bit. Why do I say,
LIFE SUCKS? Why in less than 678 million words, anyway? Well, let me
get short and sweet and loud and dirty, and try and clear up a few
things. First, it is OK for this world to steal billions of dollars
from me over the past 50 years. Second it is IK for peeps to
endlessly try and take away what little possessions and money I have
to survive in this evil world. Third, it is perfectly OK to be
treated like shit for as lifetime, for doing no wrong or harm to any
of these mother fucking worthless jerk off prick people all mentioned
in nearly eight years of blogs now. All of this is totally 100% fine
and well, and I should just sit here saying 'praise the Lord' and
forgiving people. In your fucking wet dreams, sweet peas. Do you
wanna' know why rich people distance themselves from the poor? If
they did not, they would be hounded for money constantly. Poor people
only want money and it is all they are ever thinking about. It is
beyond pathetic. You can literally divvy up annual incomes in
multiples of as low as 5000 dollars. Those making 5 try and take from
those making 10. Those making ten, from those making 15, and on and
on and on. Mikey is no different. His hand is out for my help all the
time. I am going to give him twenty dollars on Monday, and then I am
not going to stay in touch any longer. I would like to, but I cannot
be his bank. On top of that, I know it is just going to go to that
whore Pearl, friend of his in Miami. Still, I will do this for him on
Monday, and my conscience is clean to just drop him as a friend after
that. He was extra generous with me when he got out of the hospital
and needed me to drive him around for a couple of days on important
errands. He gave me 70 bucks or more, and insisted on it, for
gasoline that came to I'm sure no more than 30-50 bucks, so I will
give him a photograph of Ulysses S. Grant. After-all, he and Jessica
were pretty tight up at the Harvest, and she is a descendant of the
great Grants. But after this, I am done, as he has only asked me to
come over to his crib the last three times, to beg for money. If I
had a lot of it, I would be generous, and probably lose it all, I am
not like the rich, and do not worship manna, and you cannot worship
it, not and keep your knowledge and connection to the higher reality.
I refuse to ever go back to mono or black and white television, or
living in three dimensions, the way all of you do, and then call ME
the deluded psycho. It is a very very fucking ugly world, more ugly
than it is evil, sordid and filled with revolting junk that would
make lifer in max prison flinch back, if he or she really knew, just
what I know.
I
no longer have ill will for any rotten son of a bitch, only an
intense desire to escape the entire video-game. This avatar is sick
and tired of being jacked in here, and wants OUT; end program, Star
Trek TNG, #1-Lieutenant Commander Wil Riker, sir! Salute that one,
Gomer Pyle.
Folks,
I have no 100% proof to many things, yet some of you out here, know
exactly what is happening to me, and are more shocked about it all
than I am. Don't be. It is all because the fucking BRIGGBASE
RESIDENTS, or the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral realities, is behind
all of this with me, and the long stretching line in my family that
is nothing more than a code that is quite intricate, and that you all
call DNA. Four little fucking things all combined and scrambled, to
make all of us exactly who and what we think ourselves to be. Where
are you when I need you Moon-gazer Organ-man, I loved your old tune,
YO? Where are you Public Broadcasting Network? That was such an
awesome fucking TV show, dogs!
Folks,
living in the fifth dimension is not strange or ridiculous. It is
totally necessary in order to ever live in physical form, and be able
to KNOW. Otherwise, you will WONDER, from the first breath you draw,
right to your last! But realizing how this all does indeed operate
and function, as Morianity has attempted to teach for three quarters
of a decade now, while double-bubble telling my life story in this
process; will open up lots of new roads to explore, and if you ever
would really do some of the shit that has been preached about here in
my blogs, one sentence you would never ever say about Mountainpen
ever again, would be the funny and famous one that gets us all a
laugh or ten, from time to time, would go ''Liar-Liar,
PANTS ON FIRE''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks
are clueless since they started walking this Earth, why do we need to
fall asleep, and then, why do we DREAM. Dreaming, the hyperspace, and
the truth about EXPLOATRONIC REALITY, is the biggest trinidad since
the 1969 three jet criss-cross in Camden County, New Jersey,
following the incredible ''DREAM'' I had just ''awakened out of'', if
you are far enough south, the word translates to TRINITY. Did I know
any of that back after my mom and I stopped vacationing at the
Atlantic City hotel called the Treymore, and began doing our 8
vacations on Tennessee Avenue at the trinidad Hotel. What do you
think? Give me a dam break, Margie Leo 4 crissake,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
I cannot prove to the standard of court evidence, 99% of what I claim
has all gone down in my life on these blogs of Mountainpen. Many very
bad people walk away from the court room free individuals, also,
every day. Don't make more out of things than my words, but really
folks, do you really think that just because I cannot wake up
tomorrow morning into a world that recognizes me and what I have gone
through, that I'll just sit here like a fool and accept total fucking
defeat? Can any of you out here really be that dam nuts??????????????
Have a nice day, Cousin! Leave my kid alone, you rotten
bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not work for the city, Mister
Dooley, nor do I ever wish to, so go break Donnie's heart, or have
Levy do it, as he busted McGreevy's!
Well
you want it loud and dirty, General Sir, and that's what you'll get,
along with short and sweet, not the blog, but each sub-set part of
many many many Ingrid-84 parts of it, AT&T!
First
things first. I am tired of insulting the intelligence of my readers.
They may think I am a fucking worthless nut for the most part, yet
they still, for reasons known only to them, keep reading me. That's
there own business. As for me, let me tell it, all of it, super
abridged of course, so nobody can think right now that by reading
through this blog, they'll come away with the fucking wisdom of the
guru sages. Still, Lenny sir, let's go, all tanning lotions and
salons of Giantville Mechanic Stations of Berlin, New Hollywood
Jersey. Wow, I am so fucking dogshit impressed. When you can do some
of the things that I can do, now you can really give me the evil
stare down, Mizz 'Gianto' of 2004, with all of your stupid ridiculous
cellphone calls and stupidity.
As
Mike Kelly would put it in the late nineties, on his publication
known then as “Secrets From the Next Dimension”,
'THE CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK TO STAY'. Every day or
just about, for weeks now, this has been the case, here in my area of
Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, 24/7/365.2422. But folks, if you
think that any one issue right now is really important, or if they do
for that fucking ass matter; then I say, as perhaps would Tiny Tim as
well, not the vocalist; Bless them everyone. THE FLYING RACING BULL
RALLY STOCK FUCKING MARKET IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD YOU IT WAS
GONNA' DO, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, AND ALL OTHER GINA'S AND
NON-GINA'S OUT HERE. 'BUT'
my
good people out here; or maybe not so good as how can I possibly know
this one way or the other, dam it Coach Othershoe Dammit Bowerman of
the U of O/Nike, even though I have no way of getting a read on the
audience of my words, I can however know a lot of mysterious things
that go far beyond the realms of what others can get in their normal
every day waking world lives. First off, I am all through treating
anyone out here as an idiot, and my most sincere apology for doing so
this long. Yes there are plenty of PP types, but along with them are
plenty of more advanced thinkers, who may or may not agree with me
and see things my exact way, but they ain't stupid, and they know
that this thing with THE STOCK MARKET, MY DAUGHTER, THIS FAMILY,
THESE BLOGS, AND THE FACT THAT NO HUMAN GAME OR SYSTEM WOULD BE GOING
ON THIS LONG, YOU KNOW THIS, YOU ARE NOT IN THE FUCKING THIRD GRADE
LENNY BRISCOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT ANY MORE THAN
I DO, BUT YOU DO FUCKING KNOW IT, AND SO, I am all through treating
you all like a group of little kids or dummies. I apologize for my
recent doing of such, as well. Now it is going to be loud and dirty,
and General Patton Style or 'GPS', only nothing to do with any
cartography or satellites or position scans.
Ever
since I posted up the entire 1983 re-did song called now, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”,
things exploded in my face like a fucking cunt thermonuclear hyper
bomb of continental destruction capability. Skeptics such as
politicians, those who disowned me long ago, and new ones who told me
politely to go see McKannon, all of them and any of them; they see
only what they want to. They would try and rationalize away the
things happening all around me, and that is again, totally their
mother fucking squat eating business. I am all for freedom, and would
have it no other way. The Missourians Club of the majority skeptical
folks, or the (MCMSF) for shortened abbreviation, would also see the
entire so-called ''music problem'' that David Roth and I first
observed, very shortly after we first met on a security guard job, in
Woodbury Heights, in New Jersey, in early November of 1985; and as
was all predicted by my Battleship Einstein Invisibility
Experimentation subject father; as happening later on in my life just
as it did; as the overactive imagination of merely two failed
musicians. Well I cannot speak for David, only for myself. When
people like the president of the MCMSF, Mister Edward Himacane
Lynch, who believed nothing other than real black and white in your
face things, said to me one day, “Mark, things happen in your life
that I simply cannot explain”, well, that is like a drowning
person begging a large drink of water. It really does fucking say it
all, and that is all I can now say, of it. You either think, as did
another jerk off David back in early 2011, that my pants are on fire,
or you don't, but I know that I am being 100% honest and truthful
to you all, here on this fucked up blog. I TOLD YOU, of the stock
market, of the problem I have with anything connected to music, of
the powerful unlimited abilities of this family and especially Mizz
Doogie Howser Junior, my mysterious illness from 1983 being a lot
more tied up in all of this 40 year plus nightmare, than even I
thought, back when these blogs first began in 2006, by me, the
MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not gloating, 'but'
really folks, or during any school fights of fiction, B-U-T
we
cannot forget that I also told you about parlor tricks and time
travel, and exploratronics and somnambulists, all back during the
early part of these blogs, as well, so am I lying, David
Drugpants?????????????
I
told the beginning of the Fascitar, I told how I have been followed
and even attacked upon occasion when MUSIC is connected with any of
this, I have told you all every single part of my nightmare fucking
story. If you go to the biography section in my blogs, most of them,
I post it now, and you can then fucking easily click onto the 5 old
parts of Morianity, that were one blog, until I got fucked and
stopped late in 2011 and had to begin this new version or second part
in Morianity, this current one blog; but it merely connects right up
to those blogs, and they all are in perfect dated order, at
www.blogger.com.
A direct link if you are reading this anywhere not on BLOGGER, is as
follows:
None
of you out here, NONE, could survive my HELL. This is why no one else
has my level of fucking enlightenment. This may sound as a brag, but
it is a plea for help from someone with clout, only none ever comes.
I only did this blogging at the fucking cunt lapping behest of Chris
Bennett and Eddie Lynch, as they told me that this would in fact be
the eventual outcome, if nothing else, some curious person would make
contact and wish to help, and of course also have the necessary means
and clout to be able to really do so. I have been out here following
their advice now for over seven and a half mother fucking years,
wasting my time, and getting absolutely fucking cock sucking nowhere
at all! WHY? Simple, as with all things, SOMEONE IS STOPPING IT FROM
HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone with extreme absolute total power over this entire reality
and waking world. If you're waiting for the Air force or anyone else
to print this all answering information, then watch your face wrinkle
up like a nice fucking ass prune and your hair fall out and what's
left turn to bright white. It won't
happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
there are a few dumb ass folks who still say after reading my blogs,
hay asshole Mountainpen, I don't follow one thing you are trying to
say or tell. Well, gee, of course you don't, you are not supposed to
if you aren't. I do not know how to talk much plainer and stay out of
a bunch of law suits. How dumb the fuck are you's????????????????? I
try and expose my enemy nabes to the family-connection, and right
away, AND AS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO RECALL, BOOM, I get big time
fucked with, with this rent bullshit issue. Don't worry, it will be
taken care of tomorrow. No one can Eddie Lynch 'explain' it or why
exactly it all happened, but tomorrow, my TD bank, free of normal
charge, will STOP PAYMENT on my original check, and put another
through to the Housing Authority, along with the verification that I
did try and pay this on time as I always do on the day my SS
Disability money comes into my bank account, and it
was not one bit my fault that it is getting paid half a month fucking
late.
Still, this is why the market flew up another 200 points almost,
today. HURT
ME,
FUCK
WITH ME,
FUCK WITH MY LIFE,
MY PROPERTY,
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP IT GOES, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND
EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But don't
listen the fuck to me, I am only right all the time, this never
fucking ever fails, oh yeah, right, sure, I am just a big
assfuckinghole, YO DOGS! WOLF-WOLF, ''BUT''
Henry Fonda!
How
can anyone of you tell me that my wonderful daughter has not been
messing with me since she was a child, and then before that, as Sarah
from 10-SC Avenue. When someone vanishes out of this world 100%, no
record of them, no memory of them, hay, you do the fucking god dam
math, people. Then I won't lie. I did what Roger Colaman told me not
to do after my apology song was posted. That was all SHE WANTED, but
no, I said to myself, hay, why not, here is a way to prove this all
to the world. Yeah, some great mice and men plan, huh YO? Things have
fucking god dam N---E---V---E---R
BEEN
THIS BAD FOR ME, NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This even beats where
it all seemed to begin getting worse, the great mother fucking
'B-----U-----T'-----1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look
people, just because you are here in 2013, and were born somewhere as
who you think you are, in 1915-1999 somewhere, stop living with tons
of shit in your brain. There are trillions of years in this
space-time continuum, and way more than trillions of parallel
universes, that the math equations verify; and just because this is
not talked about in school, or on TV all the time; that is because
most of you only care about stupid shit from the entertainment world,
the biggest trouble makers involved in all of this in the fucking
first place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot more shit is going on all
around this little ass universe. Just because you are sitting around
watching TEEN-NICK, or General Hospital, or Two and a Half Men, or
whatever; that does not dispel the other realities, far beyond that,
a quintillion times over. The coffee
beans are really beginning to stink up the kitchens of this world
each morning. Why not at least attempt to wake the hell up,
WORLD????????????????????????????????????
Let
me give you some shit for now, and later, I promise to fucking blow
your minds from here to count Von-Cucci Haddonfield in 1970, and back
again, Sueann M from PCI of '73. Forget this part of this mother
fucking wild family that has been blogged about a lot from 2008-2013,
and T+ counting. Let us go and move to an entirely other realm, even
though, and as song-promised, both songs actually, right Tony
Bonjovi old 'buddy', you of all people, WOW; but yes, we never can
really 'escape them', not even in hot Florida. Shortly after a young
African American lad of 16, thought it funny to be in on some wild
parlor trick of his pal and him busting the hubcap on my Saturn
Automobile and then letting me know it was busted at a nearby
telephone booth while I was phoning my mother; he said a few other
things that I had blocked out of my memory. He called me Mister Lucky
and repeated it several times, and smirked at me with a grin that I
wanted to literally smack right off of his dam face that late
afternoon in 1996, on the Black Horse Pike, in New Jersey. Three
times in a very short conversation, he called me that, ''nick-name'',
even though he was the one with the 'nick' name. Did you read this up
here in 2013, and go back to laugh at me, as I remember another thing
you said while you kept interrupting me while I was trying to speak
to my mom on that fucking payphone? He said, “there's some 'monster
ass' damage to your hubcap, Mister Lucky”. Years later while I
slept at my trailer one day, and working weekend night shift at
Cifaloglio as a Security Guard, he was showing me he had grown up,
and that shortly after he did this to me, he was also working at some
mall as a Security Guard, and a fire broke out. In this wild 'dream'
that he got me into with him, my cassette deck was in a store that
this fire was coming from, and he grabbed it and took it out to me
and handed it to me, and he said, “we don't want that burning up
BRO, that thing makes monster ass recordings”. It wasn't until a
week ago, and I did not blog it, nor did I ever plan to until all
this shit went down, but I was right back in that same dream with
him, and he said we are going to be going to Boston soon, just you
and me, we're not taking my wife, she's in a really bad mood. I said
why? He said because she met somebody who had powers, you know, like
on that Mentalist TV show, and she found out all about you. You of
course meant ME. I said when? He said, around the time Angela and
Donna kept their word about not wanting the Twin Towers back, just
the dude with the golden chains on his motorcycle jacket. The US
Copyright Office knows fully well, the Astral-Plane equivalent of the
words TWIN and TWO, and TOWERS and dollars. They have a copy and
it's either on their 1988 or 1989 copyright, both misspelled but
called now in 20-20 hindsight, EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, you can view
this for yourself right now when I shortly post up my copyright
records for you. Last night, the Atlantic Ocean was extremely good to
me, and we played together and had a wonderful time for what seemed
like years. I knew I would be punished for this, just as in early
autumn of 1994, when she came to me as both this form, along with her
form as the teenaged girl, when Mariena and Japtarama chased me away
from her later at the end of it. Japtarama on the Astral-Plane
translates into Earth mortal world English language, to the word,
Poseidon.
For
the past two weeks, the illegal mother fucking noisy jerk off
neighbor has been back. No one believes me that he is here. He is
here, it is not a lie. Yet no one will admit to seeing this mother
fucking prick. Well, who will admit the Jesus Christ slight visual
alteration resurrection syndrome, for that matter, oh lovely world of
fake steak filled with salt, pepper, and techno-pop? Hay
Bob A, 'WHATEVER'
from 1975!
This
sentence
was fucking HACKED OFF
4 times now, WOW!
Yeah,
crazy me, huh PP, oh and immature, what a mirror you have dude, I
envy you. It must be the greatest mirror in the fucking world, MISTER
PAUL DREAMTEMPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
00127.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I
LOVE YOU LIGHTNING,
MORE THAN MY ROTTEN LIFE A TRILLION TIMES TEN TO THE INFINITE POWER.
THANK YOU FOR COMING OVER TO SEE ME NOW, BABY-BLOND, IWALU!
Thank
you for coming to see me today, baby-blond,
on 7/12!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS HAS BEEN CHAPTER
NUMBER 00127.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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Male |
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paranormal
researcher |
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Hammonton,
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Introduction |
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. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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all
old movies |
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most
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The
winds of war, 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.
Now
before we complete the blog, please see this:
The
State Attorney General, Mizz Bondi won't help me or believe me, so
you won/t be seeing her pretty little face on the blogs any more. But
I know what I know, folks, and I, know that someone is intentionally
mother fucking trying to cause me endless misery, and major hassles,
eventually leading me to one of three eventualities, a tomb, a sike
commitment without any wild out of time and tune musicians (eat your
hearts out Dave and Darius), or where else, land of recurring fields
of danger nightmares, but PRISON. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE if they have
their druthers, the order would be, confined to a box six feet below
the ground, confined to prison, or confined to a state sike horse
pistol, as old Bruce Perfect only-human Pennock would say this so
long ago, by most mortal standards and points of view. He has no idea
who is biggest fan is and has been for so long, and I am not gonna';
give the dude a big head and look him up and show him all this shit.
We have enough people walking around this fucking world thinking that
they're just so dam ass all that times ten to the power of ninety,
and so why should I aid in increasing the number and count of bozos
such as this, Mister Patrick Jane. Still, I feel so sorry for him and
his show, and I knew the night that super Red John list last episode
aired, that things would end up CANCELLED
AGAIN,
just as what
happened in April of 1971,
with the great fucking serial television show, “Dark
Shadows”;
for daring to really get folks slowly indoctrinated, through a long
time believable plot, that indeed; there
really is a Lenny McKannon,
or you know, all joking aside; maybe it is really smarter if I just
say, THE DEVIL, as this is a moving entity, and can go from place to
place, and the great holy words say this exactly, how he walks on the
Earth from place to cause, fuckin g up all the shit he wants to and
has a major goal and plan to wipe out anything connected with the
Huntington Family, of which my DNA-CHAIN is directly along, and other
powerful folks too, let us leave shit right there, lads and lassies,
OK, John King? Yes Diana, I see you, you lovely gorgeous baby-blond,
in your mortal world form as a channel of delicious beautiful
electrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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, 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!!!
Every
miracle that has ever resulted in somebody being canonized, is
explainable entirely in five full dimensions, but we all exist
materially in only three. There is a way to actually do more than all
of the 'Steve Hawking types' ever have yet to do, and it will be told
in both an instructional way as well as in a journal story-telling
way, but when I am all through, this world will topple right on its
ass. I know a lot more than any of my mother fucking enemies think I
do. Yes
Diana, I love you, and I see and hear you, BABY-BLOND
love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOLKS,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,
when you see a new post with some old and familiar writings, do not
just log off. It may start old seeming as a repeat, but will merge
into brand new stuff, proving to you, that indeed, time is pure
illusion in three dimensions, and further proving how life does
indeed GET
US STUCK AND TRAPPED, INTO CYCLES,
and much much much much fucking ass more, this is just a scratching
of the dam surface of shit, believers, YO! I love you so much,
LIGHTNING, you are all around me, and making me so very happy, lovely
wonderful awesome girl!!!!!!
GOLLLLLLEEY, Sargent Carter, why is this all happening to me,
MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
one day too late, I'll come looking for you, I'll no longer know who
you are. Remember a girl from my little boy world, and doing the best
to forget who you are. Yes you are my STACEY,
the great Sarah-Stacey,
you're more than a girl; from the shore. You sent her to me so that
I'd love you too, but instead I forgot even more.
WOW,
do you think I ever wanted to forget you, BEG?
Yes,
they are trying to cleverly throw me into the street, and I need your
help, TROPLE GODDESS. PLEASE DO NOT LET THEM MURDER ME, this evil
rotten government does not care one bit about me, I am just a threat
to them as I know way to fucking much, and covered
myself with © Insurance.
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STILL,
INSURANCE OR NO INSURANCE, HOW DID I KNOW BACK SO FAR IN TIME,
TO USE THIS AS A SYSTEM TO
PROTECT MYSELF FROM HORRIBLE COSMIC DANGEROUS ENTITIES? THE ANSWER
WAS NEVER HIDDEN FROM YOU, FOLKS, I KNEW IT VIA S-T-M,
(Space-Time-Mind). There simply is NO other
way.
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