MORIANITY
PART V, CHAPTER CLXXXII
2:08
PM-EDST (MSPT) Melanie Safka Psychic Time) in 1973
29
AUGUST, 2013, THURSDAY AFTERNOON
THE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
NEBNOOSHOO KINGFOOL
Folks,
this may or not post when the actual blog is completed, as mostly all
of my blogs do; and before I even proofread and correct them, which
is why later on, you normally see the same material re-posted and
corrected for typographical errors and or other errors that I named
'Mind Hacks' some years ago when these blogs were all new, and I was
living in good old wonderful New Jersey, don't piss the piss out of
me Governor Bigguy. I'm used to the way people act all over the
place, and especially rotten ass politicians, but then, they all have
their good sides, I mean, somebody married all these people. Yes
people, I am going to keep a record of the day, much like I used to
do for nearly two full decades onto a cassette taping system. When I
feel it is the proper time to post this blog up, I will, and until
then, well it's not rocket science or T.D. Financial enterprises; I
won't.
I
went to sleep and closed out one of the worst days of
twenty-thirteen, earlier this morning, awaking without cause from
uncouth external stimulous from beyond my door, at rougly twenty five
minutes past one this afternoon. So far, I have heard only a door or
two,closed extremely quietly, one fire whistle just recently while
typing this paragraph, a short quick not blasting loud one outside,
and other than normal old age aches and pains, the day is qithout
incident and nice and quiet. That of course as you all know can alter
on the skating flip of a thin ass dime. This is why I'll use this a
written tape recorder now, and say what is going on so far, then
close down, and use this as merely a journal-diary, and later on,
when I deem it to be an appropriate time, I'll post up onto the
interconnected networking system of the Personal and otherwise
non-personal computer system linking system that's AKA and refered to
for a short abbreviation as the ''internet''.
Before
I crashed into sleep and relatively quiet 'dream-land' for me anyway,
and since this was a SUPER-BOTBAR day yesterday for me caused mostly,
and most are; by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE ASSAULTING ME HUGE TIME MAJOR;
with various covert attacks that would be virtually unrecognizable by
others not suffering at their evil hands, and especially if each or
any one of them was examined individually and not seen as a
collective attack pattern that is inconceivably horrendous to go
through for nearly thirty mother fucking years. I still say, I am
superman, and any of you out there, all the billions of you, would
all be long dead or long insane or long in prison, if you had ever
had to face what is being thrown at me all this time. Now I did two
things before retiring for the day around just shy of five this
moaaaaaaaaanin'. I played the NEW ROULETTE, that over in a distant
part of hyperspace is called the 9-16-Roulette System; and in 35
spins, made approximately twelve hundred dollars, Misses Audrey Atco
Heller Grace. Go play with your duck, lady. Speaking of all 'ladies'
as well as all 'kitty cats'; the second event I made sure to do
before crashing was to ask my wonderful Astral Panther Cat (APC), Sir
Gawky Gaukauk, and a tenured professor at the Astral plane Province
Olympia Teckbay Mystery School, by using an ordinary deck of playing
cards with the jokers and tens and royal cards all removed, one
simple question, this being; why the fucking hell was this day so off
the scales horrendous and vicious and monstrous, the twenty-eighth of
August? My answer was immediate and powerful, as they usually are.
Taking just what I had been very recently discussing in my blogging
project called, ''MORIANITY'', these match-listed following items to
the PCN given to me by Professor GAGA, left me with no doubts, as to
why the WOMO 'subskummites' were punishing
me so very harshly, and severely,
cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was given PCN-572. Below are the match-listed items that so far, I
have worked out that equal this PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER OF 752. Oh
well, there is a plus out of this number, lovely giant Twinbay-08,
from this poor old ugly diseased glass half empty kind of a guy, AKA
single me-mi, in more ways than one, AND
LOVING IT MISTER MAXWELL MCDONALD.
Should we
use this 572-number, and subtract one for singularity, something I'll
have Dawn King to thank for, forever, kiss-kiss, Dawny, you couldn't
have done me a bigger favor honey if you'd thrown me down on your
porch that day and did a lot more than just lift up your dress and
show me all of your pink lovely woman-hood. How I'll remember he
Mommy-Ann nearly dying that afternoon in late spring or early summer
of OH-MAROLA-9. Mister Macy, please, SIR, R.H.,
tanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W----O----W.
Oh
yes, take the number digit at the end and make it single and not
stealing any old sixties songs such as, ''It Takes Two, Baby''; and
then send it past the singularity through the Morgan Freeman system
Alice hole, and we would have the house address number of my
wonderful and dahling relatives up in 'Bah-bah-lahn, dahling'.
December of 1972 was the last time I was ever past what used to be
the Idlewild Airport, now named for a dude killed by Robert McGuire
when he was a very young man, and one hell of a wild Irish mother
fucking family controller, making the overseas ancients or even the
crime boss fams pale in comparison to this son of a bitch from
ACNJUSAESMWG!!!!!
Can
you believe Microsucks Spellchecker not knowing the word, IDLEWILD.
Well, you all today just know of it as the JFK Airport in Queens, New
York. Yes sir, they really do know the secret of keeping things all
in the family, huh Arch you crazy old buzard you, how my uncle Heinz
loved his very fave television show, and couldn't wait for his great
banking day to end on that night, and take the LIRR from work at the
second largest bank of the planet in those days, called the Chemical
National Bank, in Manhattan, exit the Fatherhurl Train System, and be
picked up at the station down the road from ol' Kaptain Kangaroo, and
be driven by my mother's first cousin, Ruth Huntington Gottwald, back
to 175 Peninsula drive, across from the great yacht-club on the other
side of the bay there, dahling. Say hi to Greenacres Gabor, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm getting real impressed with my all mighty
family, them and Aunt Geraldine and her great CIA agent friend, the
SHAH, and on and on we all know that I could go, DOGFS, so
WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for the six match-list-items that correspond
to PCN-572, Uncle Looking Glass Heinz Gottwald, late Senior vice
President of CN Bank. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA, help me out here,
girl!!!!!!!
MICHAEL
JACKSON---USING---CURLY---1980---WOMEN---'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
SONG.
HAVE
A FREAKING HELL OF A NICE DAY FOLKS!!!
Or
better said peeps; take me, and do a total 180, YO, YO, YO,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCGUIRENULTY!
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