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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,
AHA!!
YOU
ARE
CONTINUING
TO
READ
CHAPTER
00134.
WATCH
OUT CHUCK NORRIS AVENUE OF 1983!!!!!!
1969
FIRST MOONLANDING FUCKING DAY, WHAAAAAAAA.
4:10
Ante' Meridian on 20 jerked off July, 2013
the
worst mother fucking year of my entire life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
one lie that I told was to myself, in 1996, when I was totally out of
my mother fucking mind 100 times worse than right now if that is
believable, trying to find Almighty Sarah. At least this only hurt my
credibility and me, and no one else. Ed on the other hand promised,
SOSO-WEIN, that my blogs and my foundation would lead to somebody
eventually helping me against the tyrannical powers I face every
single mother fucking dick licking day of my life. Now maybe he just
should not have been so certain and sure of himself, but it still was
another of my endless string of jerk fucking offs making me one empty
fucking cunt promise after another, all my cunt sniffing miserable
life, and NEVER EVER is a lousy one, ever fucking fulfilled. You too
would be fucking miserable whoever you are reading these prick eating
words, and please, don't go thinking for a rotten second that you
wouldn't. But let's talk about that lie I told to myself so I
wouldn't go totally fucking nuts, about Sarah, regarding that night
on 12 July, 1970, on that public transit New Jersey bus at the
Atlantic City bus terminal. I said she was there with her great gang,
and came to my defense when one of these Quoddy Mockers said my face
was all messed up, and it was, I had a real bad nasty ass fucking
sunburn. Still, this did not happen, she was not even there, and in
fact, the last time I ever saw her was in 1969 when Peeky raped my
puny little ass underneath the Central Pier.
This
damaged my credibility with my MORIANITY PROJECT! This one fucking
rotten lie. Hay, I realize that. It was the only dam lie I ever told
in all of morianity, but it was a huge one that ended up fucking up
not just my credibility, but the entire reality around me, and then
folks say there is no SATAN that influences us to do bad and stupid
mother fucking things, oh yeah, right, sure, um-hmm OK dudes and
duddesses!
I
will never ever tell another lie, but it is too late, the damage was
done, John McDowell of 1963 Philadelphia. Did anyone ever ask
themselves why the great Goddess is doing all of this to me? Well,
did I ever mention how much fucking respect that I have for China and
its culture? They have wisdom that transcends the fucking rocks of
ages, folks, and I of course am currently speaking of one thing in
particular, the I-CHING. Notice how in Dark Shadows, they merged the
old ideas into Exploratronics, where a 'host-body' is not necessary
any longer, in order to dominate your spirit energy into. If you
follow the gradual way many things begin and then slightly alter,
many secrets begin revealing themselves, at the dam ass speed of
frikkin' light.
Oh
fucking Goddess Almighty, it swings around so fast, a year is like a
fucking cunt eating week used to be. It seems like 9 days or so ago
it was just the last anniversary of Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and
how can we ever forget lunar orbiter, Mister Collins of the
non-Flower Wing?????? Well, as if I have nothing better to mother
fucking do than concern myself with this,
Pool-Joanroy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, when a lap
swimmer asks how I can just swim along with her without swimming, you
have to fucking wonder, why a lot more than the two of them, have
been interested in me for a very long god dam ass time, or do you?
You could probably care fucking less, and yet you are so clueless to
the fact that whoever you are, you are one of about 25-35 people,
reading Morianity regularly, and that this will indeed become the
religion of this entire millennium. WOW Mister Macy. Do you really
wonder, Mister I Ching, why I would get an answer today from GAGA of
PCN-165, when asking why the huge attack began for me on Thursday. I
mean really, are you shocked one tiny bit? The odds of a random pick
of the cards would be 1:81, in case anyone out here has forgotten the
basic knowledge of the GAWNUM, meow!
YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAA,
I will be in Mexico in a couple of weeks, so goodbye to dark horse
Jane, on or off the charts, AM radio of Philly. Say hi to Santa and
Patty, Mel!
Well
this non-greedy fisherman is gonna' take his whittle pole and go home
now, for a while, well, not really home, that would be the void or ZD
(zero-dimension). Still, the original dream-out lands us on the
ASTRAL, just as a human experience might if we enter that forbidden
zone just to the southeast of me a little, right lovely Mary Carter?
How long the world wishes to remain in the dark ages without grasping
onto the Morianity Preserver of truth and awareness, is anybody's
freaking ass guess, YO. The minute you think you know, from messing
with time, just that thought that you now think that you know, is an
energy that disturbs the quantum foams in ways too far out to get
into today, good folks. Still, as I said in 1983, then you'll know
and then you'll flow. Only it was me that was destined to flow, right
down the fucking toilet. I died and went to hell, and since this
time, have died and died and died. Every dam time, hell gets worse
and worse and worse, Mister Howard Solomon,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy dreams and happy trails.
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