5:00 ANTE'
MERIDIAN EDST, MONDAY, 12 AUGUST, 2013
I
WAS VERY SERIOUSLY INJURED LAST FRIDAY BY THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, AND
IT MAY FORCE ME TO UP MY SCHEDULE FOR PRODUCING THE MORIANITY
RELIGION FOR THE THIRD MILLENNIUM, FROM WHAT WAS
PREVIOUSLY PLANNED TO SOME DEGREE. FOR RIGHT NOW, NO CHANGES ARE IN
WORK, BUT I WANT IT OFFICIALLY ON RECORD THAT AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE ON
MY LIFE BACK LAST FRIDAY THE NINTH OF AUGUST. GEE, BIG SURPRISE;
LIKE I FORGET SHIT, OR CANNOT READ A DAM CALENDAR.
WELL
FOLKS, I'LL PASTE IN A BLOG FROM YESTERDAY AFTERNOON, THAT I WAS NOT
GOING TO PASTE IN UNTIL LATER TODAY, OR EVEN MAYBE NOT UNTIL TUESDAY;
FOR REASONS NONE OF YOU OUT HERE NEED CONCERN YOURSELVES WITH, AT THE
PRESENT POINT.
MY
SCUMBAG ACROSS THE HALL NABES SLAMMED IN AT
MIDDLE AFTERNOON SUNDAY; AND THEN, WERE MUCH QUIETER THAN NORMAL. YOU
BARELY KNEW THAT THEY WERE IN THERE, BUT THEY WERE. THEY'RE NEVER
THAT QUIET. I CAN PROVE NOW THAT SINCE 1986, PEOPLE THAT RUN THIS
GOVERNMENT, AND THIS WORLD; HAVE BEEN USING
HORRIBLE COWORKERS, HORRIBLE NEIGHBORS, AND MANY OTHER TACTICS,
TO MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING FUCKING HELL, IN
ADDITION TO USING DEATH RAYS ON ME THAT FINALLY
NOW, ARE PROVABLE, AND NO LONGER JUST THE TALK
OF TIN FOIL HATTERS. IT IS ALL IN THE REALM OF COURT EVIDENCE
NOW, BUT MY PROBLEM GOES FAR BEYOND ALL OF THIS, BECAUSE THE VERY
SAME FORCES COVERING UP THE UFOLOGICAL
STUFF, ARE DIRECTLY BEHIND MY DEMISE, SINCE MY MOM DROPPED
ME ON MY MOTHER FUCKING HEAD, OUTSIDE HER PARENTS HOME, AROUND LATE
1955, OR EARLY 1956, IN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, AT 440
SOUTH FIFTIETH STREET. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT
GETTING ME STARTED MISSES ECKERT ON JULY 12 OF
OH-MAROLA-3, AND FOR THAT MATTER, SPEAKING OF DECADE TIME
POINTS, OR DOUBLE JASON MCGUIRE/PAUL STODDARD 'LEVY-THIN', OR NOT
THIN, OR WHATEVER; CONGRESSMAN-1975 OLD EX-BUDDY; AND ALL THE
MONEY IN THE MOTHER FUCKING UNIVERSE WON'T GET
YOU INTO THE WHITE HOUSE THERE, DISTANT COUSIN; SO GO AHEAD AND TRY,
ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN YOUR OPPONENTS WANT
THE FULL STORY ON WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME SINCE 1984, AND
THEN THE FULLER STORY STILL ON WHAT YOU DID LATER ON, YOU PRICK SHIT
MOTHER FUCKER; THEY'LL KNOW THAT THEY CAN ALWAYS COME A KNOCKING ON
MY POOR OL' FRONT DOOR, JUST AS THE OLD SONG SAYS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555
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
00158.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
August 11, 2013, 3:00 Post
Meridian, Sunday!!!!!!!
THIS
CHAPTER AND WORK INCLUDES A SUB-TITLE:
POWERFUL
EXCERPTS FROM THE NOT SO DISTANT PAST MORIANITY WORKS: Let's
examine one tiny week in time!!!
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(NOT
HADDON HILL LABS OF 1966)
(NOT
'A' OR 'B' OR BRUCE CUT WRIST WALTER)
TEOHIV-TMCAM-ST-3:
“MESSAGE TO SNYDER,
SCYLLA,
AND SEWERSCUM ENEMIES”:
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(This
is all done by ENEMIES or the WOMO, just to make me appear fucking
stupid)
(Also
the copyright years were hacked one way or another, and made me
appear as an antimatter cross lifer. It should have read as the blog
here reads, 2006-2011, & not the year of fake terror)
(Owner
of the Philadelphia garbage Ice Hockey Team. Long ago now, not to me,
but to many mortals, one day just totally became its own part two of
a two part life that I am living since the 4th day of
December in 1954 at 9:30 in the freaking morning. Ever
since getting out of bed in Cherry Hill, New Jersey on the 15th
day in August of the year of fucking 1986, my entire life was not the
same as it was prior to this. It was noticeable not only in my
waking world daily surroundings, but I had been keeping what I called
LIFE-CHARTS, that measured the type of days that I had, and had been
doing so since the summer time in 1982, approximately 49 months of
faithfully writing several numbers down on paper from one through
five on various life parameters, and with a basic scoring formula,
arriving at a daily point number so that this could be averaged
weekly and monthly and annually. Actually, I do not know if anyone
alive ever on this planet of dark age ignorance, ever bothered to do
anything like this before. I continued doing this until the summer
time in the year of 1997, when I no longer could take writing down
nothing but solid ones, ones, ones, every single mother fucking day.
This is what led me to realize that 'God', 'Jesus Christ',
'religion', all of it; was and is NOTHING BUT A DIRTY ROTTEN FILTHY
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS HOAX, AND I TOTALLY KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That does not mean that time travel is real
just because 'MI' is on the beginning of a 1986 tape on the song
entitled “Real Good Girl”. What I am saying here in a not
so scientific or terrific way is simply this folks. Religion and all
of this 'hocus-pocus' is exactly as true and real as you believe it
to be, and is Biblically admitted to in these exact words, if you
have the mother fucking guts to read the entire bible open minded.
Jesus said with no bones about it that he did not do anything, it was
faith, either his faith upon occasion, and our faith upon occasion,
but FAITH, and only fucking FAITH, that accomplished the miraculous
parlor tricks that were responsible for the creation of the entire
Christian religion, and many others as well)
(You
need total faith, and who has that unless you totally know, and then
is it faith? Well, again, this is not really the 'time or the place'
for this or '1989 Skywriter Donna' right now. Many times we believe
because we know something, and say this is not faith, but what really
is knowing something? What if we are in error despite thinking we are
correct in in our knowing, and in our assumptions? This certainly can
be, and is, the case on many occasions. Many times things are tricks,
things are faked, things are put together wrong, and peeps, let me be
straight up with all of you, I love to examine shit and play the
great detective, but I am by no means some super sleuth. I do not
believe in coincidence and my true hero is and will always be Yogi
not the bear, who said that it is too coincidental to be a
coincidence, to wit, I totally concur whole freaking heartedly. This
includes a day I'll remember forever up on Long Island, at 175
Peninsula Drive, at my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald's home. I did
not feel like going, and remained at the house, while my mom, her
cousin Ruth Huntington, and Ruth's daughter Kathy Gottwald whose
married name is now different, ancestry dot com, so go build your
data base with the amateurs that are clueless about the Mormon Church
and their power ass Genealogical recording system of the past half
millennium, all went out one night to see a movie in Babylon, called
'Sleuth'. Come on peeps, WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ASS ODDS OF SUCH AN
EVENT, just honestly think about it? Let us get back on point to my
message to dirt bag Ed Snyder)
(This
is all another story for another Donna, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Quite
obviously five hundred million bucks paid for more than somebody's
troubled conscience, so don't even try and hand me shit like that,
Hollywood. I lived through all this mother fucking bull-shit,
wemember wabbit, whaaaaaa??????????? When the heat is turned up on
shit that cannot ever be told to the normal and average population,
it may start on just your feet, but forget the stupid song that I
wrote and copyrighted back in mother fucking 1983. This heat is
induced into the universe via the world owners and controllers)
(I
am so fucking nauseous from seeing nothing but that evil scowling
face Donald Trump, every time I go to turn a mother fucking
television on, and merely ask the question how anyone in their right
mind would ever vote for this man to be president of this country?
Hay, it happens in lots of universes, and do not ask me what happens
next, as lots of 'CT' peeps thought that Bush would do it, and he
never did, “BUT” believe me folks, Trump will, and if you study
the history of our great constitution, you will see why things were
worded in just the way that they were, in order to prevent powerful
European Monarchs to override our system, and take over as our
dictator. You don't think it can happen, and here I am from the
fucking future, and know all ready that it does in many locales in
the 5th dimension. Only your vote can stop this fucking
nightmare from happening right here, Sheeeeeeit, do I hope the coffee
pots are all on throughout America, WAKE
FUCKING UP FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know MI and Billy are up, so
I'm left to ponder and wonder the eternal question tonight, 'is any
one else out here', Mizz Ever After Sarjenka Pee
Card??????????????????? Well enough of the Lee Daniels stuff tonight
Mister Snyder, as it is now time to roast your fucking ass for a
while, YO. Your cheating Hockey team is nothing more than garbage and
low life cheaters in many various ways. The main way of course is by
applying parallel event, and using what works best; hurting poor
fucking old Mountainpen, as you have now managed to covertly fucking
do for a solid fucking twenty-five fucking years)
(My
cramp and diarrhea attack tonight again, gave your cheating team
another hollow ass victory. Win and win and win forever, and this is
what they will do just so long as they have me to fucking injure. I
should know all of this quite well by now if I do not get a heart
attack, Mister Joel, old friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still,
the main thing that hurting me does, is make that rotten rich man
game DOW JONES shoot up endlessly to the stars)
(I'll
break away from the Snyder Roast for a moment now and add something
to this stock fucking market shit, folks. IT HAS GONE UP; SO LISTEN
PEEPS, ROUGHLY HALF OF ITS VALUE FROM LAST LATE JULY IN TWO FUCKING
THOUSAND AND TEN, JUST 8 TINY LITTLE MONTHS, THIS CHEATED MARKET HAS
GAINED HALF OF ITS VALUE, IT CHANGED 150% FROM THE START OF AUGUST
SOMEWHERE LAST YEAR, UNTIL EARLY IN MARCH OF THIS YEAR OF 2011, JUST
(8 TINY MONTHS), SO LET ME DRAW YOU A PICTURE OF WHAT 50 PERCENT IS,
SO THAT IT WILL GROW MORE MEANING FOR YOU, THAN JUST BLOTS OF LETTERS
ON SOME ASS HOLE'S BLOG, YO!!!!!!!!!)
(If
you are earning minimum wage or 7.25 per hour USD, and tomorrow you
get the chance that the rich fucking boys on cheated WALL STREET got
since last late July, you would now go to work on Monday mother
fucking morning, and begin earning, $10.88 per hour. If you are
making $10.00 hourly, this would now be $15.00 hourly. If you gross a
salary of 40,000 dollars, starting Monday you will be grossing a
salary of fucking 60,000, so do you get the point that we all are
getting major fucking cheated, and still, I've not even fucking
started talking? Social security did not get a cost of living
increase for two straight years, yet gasoline has just about fucking
doubled in price over the past two years, and food prices have also
almost matched the stock market's last eight months uptrend. Is any
of this fucking shit fair for the poor 10-20% who are being totally
controlled and dominated and owned like cattle and fucking slaves by
the other 80-90 percent of crooked demonic mean-hearted shit fucking
heads? But back to Snyder the mafia cheating Flyers owner, and owner
of the crooked security company that bought my nice Initial Security,
where I was employed shortly after nasty fucking ass Jimmy stone
fired me from the fucking Griffin Pipe Company)
(This
was implemented after we had spoken on a 'bugged phone' for years,
about this; and this gives them a better chance to play in the post
season, with a smaller expended effort during the entire second half
or so of the regular playing season. I know what I know, and do not
have All Mighty wisdom as Scylla does, so I will not say “THAT”
but will dare to tell the truth and utter the word, “WHAT”, and
that rhymes coincidentally with JACK-HACK, only not in 'word-body',
but in 'meaning-spirit'. FUCK THIS SHIT, Henry Botbar Fonda!!!!!!!
Hopefully, Scylla will not 'CRY' and 'SCREAM', or throw any shoes at
me from any Haddonwood machinery. Still, I know how great Scylla is,
and that SHE knows what I'm saying here, YO! Still, why Haddonwood,
and why any of freaking this if you really want to be technical? I
gave at the office, and I gave answers to this on blogs as well, for
nearly six years now. The gods are all bored to total tears, and they
all need to play these endless games as a form of 'distraction from
the hellishness of endless existence'. There are an unlimited amount
of non-existers, and no more room exists for us existers in non
existence, so we must exist, so fathom this seeming conundrum,
philosophers of the 3rd-M, and freaking beyond, YO. Peeps love to say
to me that technology proves there is no supernatural. I need no such
advice. These are terms, both technology is a term, and so is
supernatural, terms relative to their own rights of passage in a
period and circa that humankind is evolving through. Pee-Card on TNG
Star Trek made that quite clear on Friday evening's episode. I do
wonder where they heard almost this in precise quotation. Could it be
I wonder, the very famous copyrighted “bug in my rug or is it my
phone, maybe the car, I'm never alone, whatever they find with their
curious mind, will lead to frustration, and waste all their time? In
any event, HA-HA-Icabod Arthur-8082, in wrapping up the roast of Ed
Snyder, this is not a bunch of shit because I despise this fucking
prick. It is all the total fucking ass truth, so deal with it, as we
all must deal with the truth whether we like it or hate it)
(BUT
and THE, are topics for way more elaborated detail, at other points
out into the negative space. Let us now leave MISTER Snyder right
where he belongs, in the dust and the dirt of memories,
YUK!!!!!!!!!!! The old expression of selling one's soul to the devil
is another cutie. This can sort of open up where my personal mood has
taken me now, to part two of this three part blog, and this would be
my message to the many scum bags in general that I must endlessly
endure and suffer freaking through, YO. The devil is a lot of fucking
shit, and at the same time, it is totally as real as we can make IT.
It needs no form or gender, just as in the case of this nameless god
that the majority of humans insults right off of the bat by calling
it 'GOD', like CAT, DOG, SHIT, MUD, I mean christ-fucking-please, we
all get named by parents, we name our fucking pets for crissake, and
'god' gets no name? What a bunch of total fucking horse shit that is.
Read the bible. You do not have to be a Jehovah Witness to call this
lovely teenager by her 'CITY-NAME', if that is what she has told
peeps in dreams long ago to call her, then call her that, or him, or
HIM, or whatever, as this is so meaningless that it sucks a pigs dick
at light speed fucking squared. The biblical warnings of late or near
end times for so-called humanity discusses this item of 'Antichrist',
as well as how the entire system is founded and rooted in Christ.
Obviously, this entity in any or all times, would have not only
control over a lot of people, but younger people, and has the desire
to do this as well, the young will always be the representatives of
the future. There is no better way to think of the concept of
ANTICHRIST, than someone that LARGE GROUPS OF YOUNG PEOPLE look up to
and hero worship)
(OK
then who? All throughout this long eternity, this entity has been
madly in love with the All Mighty, and both of them agreed to allow a
false rumor to spread throughout humanity in all time periods, that
these two are enemies and despise and envy each other. Just as the
world is not flat, the sun does not revolve around the Earth, and the
waking world is really the dream-down, other false and reversed
realities exist all over the freaking place. This is why the term
'SMART-MONEY' is in existence at Broad and Wall Streets, in freaking
Manhattan. 92% of market investors all agree continuously to buy when
they should sell, and sell when they should buy. It would be totally
fucking illogical therefore not to consider and label these other 8%
as the SMART-MONEY, because we all know the word LOSER would equal
the other 92%, like fucking DUH!!!!!!!!!! Let us buy a nice shiny new
freaking Hyundai car, YO!)
(But
back to the conversation of words such as SUPERNATURAL to describe
for instance a day like my mother fucking 56th birthday
back last year on the 4th of December. I totally fucking
dare any newbie to my blogs or anyone out here, to go back and see
how my last birthday went, it was beyond fucking horrific and
monstrous, it was unfathomable and unconscionable beyond any hope of
fucking verbal depiction or description, YO. My dirt ball putrid
enemies, or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES (MO), caused these seemingly
supernatural events to all fall into a perfectly placed linear order
all around me, and without powers that go far beyond what any
government on Earth is aware of in the fucking year of 2011, this
simply ass put just could never have been carried fucking out, it
just could not folks, believe that on your kids lives, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!
Someday, how can I NOT SAY, that some of you or your grand children,
or theirs, won't be experiencing exactly what I'm fucking going
through today, and ever since 25 or so years ago? I cannot make that
promise)
(I
call the entire fucking Holy Bible a lie, so you tell me, is it? It
says right in there that nothing can happen to anybody that is not
common to other people in the planets' population, look for it or ask
your damn preacher, it is in there, I promise you that, with or
without MO!!!!!!!! With or without the great Comcast, or the great
(CCC) Comcast Child Controller, and this includes 'teens' and 'early
twenties', just as you promised me, huh Lenny Guns? You told me that
you own and control the entire 21st century, I remember
that, and I remember your very perfectly timed bladder, you old C-60
tape turner 'Lattisaw' you!!!!! Thank you Stacey, wherever you are,
for giving me that MAJOR MESSAGE)
(My
final third of this blog is my MESSAGE TO SCYLLA. I always wanted to
be a police detective, deep down in my heart and soul, I am starting
to believe this, my lovely brown-eyed-girl, (BEG). Your doggie Yancy
Zeranniss is begging you to read this on all levels, even though I
all ready know that you read this long before I ever wrote this
physically in this time world. It is blowing my mind that you of all
entities, SSJK, want to experience a tangible material existence that
mirror images your real true one. Have you forgotten totally that the
so-called spirit world may not be tangible, but that is what makes it
so limitless, exciting, thrilling, adventurous, and infinite? I need
to know why you wanted to do this. I will not post 'your song' next
week, and bring Camping's prophecy into fruition. Rest assured, I
will not do this, but it is conditional. You have to make me
understand this query more than I do right now, as in my human life,
it is making me totally crazy. Why would you want to play in a
sandbox when you really own the entire beaches of the world? If all
these years of poisonous vapors were all there to show me what
happened in 1969 when I woke up from the interaction where you took
my motorcycle chain away from me, and then 40 years later it melted
into more than just sore throats for the both of us, how can that be
rationalized when not only you and I were involved in this, but
billions of others that had to breath in this horror show? You have
the power to show me this answer, and you do not need my school chum
and his bear buddy to show you how. If I get my answer to this one
little question, I'll never ask another thing of you while I remain
trapped in here, and that is a solemn promise Sarah-Stacey. All I
ever want is to be in your great city with you, you know I never ask
anything of you because I all ready have everything and more. I have
you)
(For
right now, I promise to wait until Thursday, and will not post the
song on Monday. All
I want is a dream to explain this
one thing to me. I won't ask another thing of you ever)
(For
some time now since you declared that indeed, “YOU RULE”, and did
so on the twelfth (12th) anniversary of the date that I wrote the
song, “SARAH”, that I will be posting up on Monday, just to get
my revenge on Paul and Billy for being so mean and terrible to me
after all I freaking did for them, but after this proclamation that
you made from the tall top of the great Manhattan building of the
Exploratronic Supermind, or its initials, I have watched an
incredible 36 month period go on around me like nothing before in my
life. In that time, you slowly made me remember things that I would
have been better off forgetting. Still, I do not question the great
Sarah Krassle, my beautiful endless Goddess and love)
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(Lots
of chemtrail siege was all over the place in the Fort Pierce, Florida
area all moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning freaking long, giving way to a sky of
dissipated poisonous vapor that has had me feeling all fucked up
physically for several weeks now, queasy and weak, with flu-like
symptoms, but then pals of mine like the great U-Tube “SKYWITNESS”,
and many other internet posters, know all about this monstrous
horrendous fucking bullshit. When
this nightmare began at the tail end of 1987, more than a year after
my copyrighting the song “PLANES”, where my lyrics were
discussing moonlight being blocked by WOMO,
only in 'STM', my full grasp and understanding was along the lines of
subliminal and subconscious, to any real meaningful elucidations and
details operating in the real bigger picture of reality, that was and
is, involved throughout this nightmare ass situation)
(Hay
peeps, if you think that I like or enjoy any small bit of this
fucking diseased sickness around me, YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS, but I am
not gonna be a fucking denier because it suits both me and a giant
police officer in Williamstown, New Jersey, almost as huge as the
Voorhees Police Woman Dispatcher in the nineteen-nineties. Paula
King, the lady at the race track on Street Road in Eastern
Pennsylvania, and her, are all around seven feet tall or more. Many
giant women are also all around me all the time, I have grown totally
accustomed to this, and faces as well, so tell the entire
'spell-checker-unrecognized' Clooney family about that perfect storm
song, YO!!!)
(The
misery that the WOMO put me through on thousands of combined miles on
Street Road is way beyond the Prize Patrol of the Pub McGuire
Clearing House-In, huh Misses 1969 Marola, give me another toot
sometime and don't talk in Latin or say “HI
MARK”
and just hang up. That is all so stupid and immature, but then this
great marvelous wonderful awesome family, what can I expect folks?)
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(Planes
when I left the studio were around, and I think they fucked with the
electrical system of the area. I have a very special ear and memory,
from my RPL days while operating duplication machines during
electrical storms in the summer time in 1980, so I know (what) I
know, and do not dare say 'THAT I KNOW' or 'THAT I AM', all though I
did have the balls today to take something that belongs to Scylla, as
she refused to hear me almost three years ago, and would not do HER
own song here in this universe, so I did it with a little bit of
lyrical rewriting for a male singer. Watch those journal tape
seventeen eighty sixes Copyright Office, sheeeeeeeeeeit. How I
remember the mighty Dawn-Marie King sliding the “S” word all the
time back at the FBI-Sinatra address of Blueberry-ville, New Jersey)
(Gina,
I TOLD YOU, that as long as these mother fucking jerk offs have me to
pick the fuck on, and freaking endlessly viciously persecute so
unrelentingly, THE DOW JONES WILL KEEP FOREVER MAKING NEW RECORD ASS
HIGHS, AND KEEP GOING FUCKING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND ALSO THE
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS 'ICE LINGLONG FONDA JURY TEAM' WILL JUST GO RIGHT
ON FOREVER CHEATING WITH WINS AND WINS AND WINS AND MORE WINS,
FOREVER AND FREAKING ASS EVER AND EVER AND EVER; AND I AM RIGHT AND
YOU AND THE ENTIRE PLANET SHOULD HAVE THIS KNOWLEDGE BY NOW, AS IT IS
ON NERARLY SIX FUCKING YEARS OF MY BLOGS!!
Last
night I fell into a very strange sleep and major wild
dreaming-interaction. The great Sarah-Stacey Krassle showed me some
wild incredible shit that took place first in 1966 in Princeton, New
Jersey at the NJNPI, now defunct, and then we went up a ways but
still quite a long time back from this blogs' posting in late April
of the year of 2011, MISTER CAMPING 'DOOMASSDAY' PROPHET. Scylla
laughed, and told me that he loves HER with all of his heart, and
forgives him for doing this. Mister Camping, you cannot put HER in a
box, no one can, not even THAT-BOY!!!!!!!!!!!! As for the wild
'dream', it is too powerful, and between SSJK and me to be shared
with this sick sinful world. The chemtrails wipe out many things,
voices being one of them. I hate having to sample my own self and let
the computer sing. Chemtrails wipe many far greater peeps out, I
still remember Whitney's version of the SSB, wow was that the
quintessential ear punisher. Many say crack does this to peeps and
she and crack are old and very good friends, still, SKYWITNESS and me
both know what is really happening to peeps with all this fucking sky
shit. We need no bricks falling on us. Whatever sinks your subs,
floats your boats, and pops your corn folks. For me, give me the
truth and the reality of each situation, and do not sugar coat or
rose color it up just to make it freaking pretty. You can laugh and
say I'm a nut, but I know better, and so does the Roman Empire and
Sigmund Freud. Oh well, thanks to computers, the song got done, but
still, I only wish I could sing like that, and so do lots of other
chemtrail victims that did not leave large cities in the nick of
time, and caught onto my message a little bit too freaking late. Oh
well, SOSO. What really ever changes in this pitiful little ass
hypersphere of the squared Astral Kalpa? There is something called
the atom to hypersphere curve ratio, and in 2300, peeps look back at
2000 and laugh about so many things, unfortunately, I am one of them,
me and my entire freaking family, right DJDS??????? So what is behind
your story old fireman, I mean are you and her one and the same like
Kent and Soup, and if not, then what are you trying to prove, D-bag?
Quit infringing my copyrights Kev, YO)
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(I
ran into '10 grand Joe Supersecrets' today, with the special bicycle
battery of the Melanie and many other high-notes clubs of Planet
Earth. He was in school with me, and we were studying Advanced
Robotics. Naturally, this was in hyperspace, or
you mortal worlders would say it more like, “Mark, you ass hole,
you mean you had this powerful dream last night”, OYR,
whateverrrr)
(Let
me discuss this powerful nightmare last night that woke me with a
super ass bang, thanks to my beautiful and wonderful mother fucking
alarm clock at precisely half past eight, giving me the needed time
to shower, dress, and drive four blocks to my job)
(LSS,
I was in this robotics class, and Nick Cannon walked in with a group
of women, all dressed very strangely. They wanted to know all of the
details about something that Joe and I had just finished making in
this classroom-lab of a sort. I began telling them what they wanted
to know, and Joe suddenly stood up and yelled at me at the top of his
lings, which I never ever saw him do in 'waking-life' at the Harvest
before he was canned, or 'plipped' as they say 100 years from now,
“pink-slipped”, without cause; some time back, and it is all on
my blogs from last summer time, BRRRR! Just what significance these
strangely dressed ladies had, I do not yet know, but they, along with
'Road Time Trip Man' all sort of ended up in the background more and
more, as this interaction progressed. Mariah Carey was singing a
beautiful song, that I have never heard before throughout all of
infinity, and it was so beautiful, and like she was so famous for in
the nineties for doing, it has many octaves, and her heavenly voice
was beyond outstanding and divine. When she finished the song, she
walked over to my seat in this school-lab, and grabbed the thing that
Joe hollered at me not to let anyone look at or touch. Naturally, we
all were so totally ass spellbound by her music, and her song, and
her ultra fantastic voice; that nobody could even move. She smiled
down at me in my seat, while holding this wild looking small, but
seemingly heavy gadget. As she kept holding onto it, it began to
pulsate, and make bright strobing colors. Then she sat it down on my
desk, that was twice the size of a normal desk one might expect to
see in a classroom at a college or a high school, and Joe jumped away
faster than Britney's grandfather warped out of my home in Gibbsboro,
New Jersey, USAESMWG, that day in the early nineteen-nineties. Then
Mariah re-sang her super lovely song to me, and it made me cry like a
little baby, because she sounded so totally fantastic, and the song
was so totally ass wonderful; and with such a surreal and
unfathomable ten octave vocal range with her full voice, which should
be a physical world impossibility. Then everyone was suddenly just
gone, while I sat there dumbfounded. The strange gadget was gone as
well, and I thought that maybe, just as with the cassette tape back
in 1986 in this part of the hyperspace, in Manhattan; that she had
taken it, and who knows if indeed she did or not. I know that she
lifted the cassette tape, after singing a song on it, along with the
song that was playing on my car stereo)
(One
thing I totally fucking ass know, and that is that some force out
here wants with all of their heart and soul, for me to fucking
discuss in detail, some powerful shit in both the years of 1972, as
well as 1975; involving the All Mighty Goddess of this Universe and
Multiverse, and I WILL NOT BETRAY MY FREAKING TEEN-QUEEN, NOT FOR
ANYBODY; so go screw your mothers, you diseased piles of puke!!! You
won't get these secrets out of me, you mother fucking shit heads, so
you may as well just give up!!!!!!!)
Folks,
this is a small bit of Morianic-Biblical work over the course of
about a week or so in middle twenty-eleven, one lousy week. If I ever
took all of morianity and pieced stuff together, from asking SSJKK
for an 'answer-dream' and getting a huge one, to any of a quarter
million other topics and or incidents; we would be an entire century,
trying to communicate it all, from me, to you. The already
established bibles tell the same powerful spiritual truths to this
planet, not making things quite so personal, and with several other
major alterations, the largest one being not stupid like me,
believing you can impart the real total absolute truths behind all of
the OZ-CURTAINS of reality, and think this world and its majority of
residents, will ever in any way properly receive it, let alone
receive any of it really, ever ever ever, Ingrid. Still, if anyone
will just take this little one hour job that I just did, and look at
this with an open mind, unlike my pal Dave Roth did that night in
middle 1997 up at the Highpoint War-games Military Installation;
well, just maybe things would begin to improve for all of the poor
and needy folks of this very very very Ingrid messed up world of
ours, WHAAAA!
Well,
for now, I have made my point. It is doubtful that anyone has the
ability to get my point, but it's out here, so my job was done to the
very best of my extremely limited ability. I know what I have, and
what I know, and I am smart enough to recognize that a new age
religion for this third millennium is needed, or else, we will most
definitely eventually be heading right back to the dark ages, and the
times of the inquisition, and all of that nasty stuff. Mark my words,
or don't, it won't make a bulls ear Joe Friday speck of difference.
You
all have a very nice day. Sorry about the Weather Bug hack freeze. It
appears we are stuck at one view now at the Jupiter lighthouse, and
no accurate updated reports from the weather map or the lightning
locations, as this data seems to have been all hacked out of my
system, Bob McDowell, FCC, and other interested authorities, if any,
AHA AHA AHA, Michael McNulty!
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