MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER 3
11:05
POST MERIDIAN, 18 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY
Folks,
JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF YOU, and you as well lovely GIANT GINA, THE
STOCK
FUCKING MARKET
WILL ENDLESSLY FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP
AND UP. The point here, is not that I am some mother fucking
cunt lapping super prophet. Instead however, my pernt, Mister
Archibald Freaking Bunker, is simply and quickly this. Some wild
thing began when I went to sleep on the night of the fifteenth of
mother fucking August in 1986, and some of you reading this, know
what happened to me, or know about as much as I know that is,
whatever can be really known about these super fucking black-arts
related events. So for those that know, then you god dam know. Hurray
for you. For those that don't know, I will make this shorter than a
midget's wart on his prick. I went to sleep. I ended up spending 153
days and nights in some other part of hyperspace, in a condition like
none other ever experienced by me, something so wild, the Star Trek
creators, Rotten Berry and his writer peeps, copy-mimicked my
experience on their 'TNG' episode, about the Russican Planet, and the
probe that hit Captain Picard, on the bridge of his Starship
Enterprise. I don't know what Hollywood and the entire EW
(Entertainment World) would do without me all these years other than
go broke and bankrupt, but I do know I have yet to be given one tiny
ounce of credit for anything, yet they know they have stolen my
entire life 1,000 times over; making around a trillion dollars by
now, or dam near; I'm quite mother fucking sure. If you were to take
ten of the most powerful owners, movers, shakers, call them anything
you like, place them without notice and against their will, in a
police room and be compelled to do a lie detector test about all of
this, with the best state certified technician in the polygraph
field, THEY WOULD STAND A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN AN OCEAN FILLED WITH
SOGGY RICE, TO STAY AFLOAT AND STANDING, AND GET A PASSING TEST
RESULT IF THEY DID NOT ADMIT TO WHAT I HAVE ACCUSED THIS INDUSTRY OF
ON THIS AND MANY OTHER BLOGS. I am fully ready to go to court right
now and any time, if they wish to ever pursue charges against me for
libel, perjury, slander, or character defamation. But in keeping my
little dream-trip short as promised, my book called, ''The Permission
Barrier'', written in 1994 and copyrighted on Halloween Day of that
same year, tells quite a bit of the true story, although supposedly
written as fiction, and the great and mighty United States Copyright
Office has the copy of 24 C-90 cassette tapes, upon which this book
was dictated onto by me. When I 'awoke' from this experience, my life
was never the same as it used to be, and this is not poetic license,
this is me telling the mother fucking truth about something a lot
bigger than all the so-called other balloon-hoaxes out there
regarding aliens and flying air vessels not belonging to the world,
and on and on. Exactly how the wild experience that took place, began
the life that I have been living in ever since making this trip and
returning back here, supposedly the next day; is as mysterious as how
the pyramids were built, let alone the multiverse, or better, why the
void infinity is real and why we are all this void infinity with no
chance to ever ''escape'' as Scylla puts it so well in one of her
many trillions of marvelous non Griffin-Pipe songs of the Atlantic
City Municipal Utilities Authority, with or without any assistance or
gate closings, from the great and infamous Sarah-Martinez Callio!
Now
it is time to discuss the topic of quantum Mechanics, in so far as
one particular item in this discipline, relates to my life in this
HELL. For those who just need a small memory refresher, I ad a guru
named Meagan come over and help get my blog going again at BLOGGEr,
towards th eend of the year 2011 after some wild hack closed down my
original five blogs there, with some worm that said my password and
other ID did not match up, and I was closed off from ever blogging
from the original blogs there ever again. Now to this day, this is
why I have come to show you that area on the old original BIO section
that anyone can go up to and paste into a word document page, and I
make the parts colorized, and enlarged, that say; ''MY
BLOGS'', as this is
the only way my readers of this blog, can ever gain access to them,
not that many if any, ever bother. This was a death blow to my
empire, and a real scoring power play for the EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE.
Still, I am back on with a new blog, thanks to that girl guru, the
daughter of a coworker at Harvest. But as to the subject of Quantum
Mechanics and how observation effects many things that lie in a
pathway in-between point-A's and point-B's, or in algebraic terms,
coordinates, the A point being the abscissa and the B point being the
ordinate; shortly into doing this second blog, unlike the first blog,
that would only show a BIO section if a viewer clicked on it, and
then showed 'profile hits', not page hits, just those who clicked to
read the profile and see the photo of the blogger; this new blog
shortly after it got going, began to display on the dashboard before
I would be able to so much as paste in my blog and post it up, a
viewing count of total page hits on the blog. I began watching it
grow slowly over time, and after six months, it began doubling and
doubling once again, as far as total page hits per week. It
eventually topped out at 4000 page hits every 30 days, and trhis went
on after that at this level, for quite a while, if forced to guess, I
would say half a year, very close to six months, and then I had a
decline, then a rebound, then a ntoher decline, and still, am in this
second decline. Now for all I know, this count may be slower than
when it had less views, such as the way Google does view counts on
their other owned site of Youtube. It can also be a legitimate
decline, and then as a third possibility, it could be anything, that
large gray area we all share in life and call the 'unknown'. But one
thiong I do know, is that I began to blog a bit differently, and
tried seeing if my blogs if altered in this way or that way, here and
there, would bring me maximum viewing audiences, and which blogs
would drop these views, and then begin to if in no other way than
subconsciously, adjust my wiritng style to produce what I believed I
had tweaked in my mind to receive a maximum viewing audience. But
doin g this, defeats a lot of what needs to be done in these blogs,
as these are not blogs, this is MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 AND THIS
IS DEAD SERIOUS SHIT, and I cannt be concerned whether I am getting
one view a day or 200. I must concern myself with doing what is right
for MORIANITY, not for YOUALLANITY. This is not YOUALLANITY, this is
fucking MORIANITY, and I don't say this to be a 'wise ass', as the
great Dawn-Marie King might accuse me of, if here; but I say this
because it is simple truth. So what I'm going to do when I go up to
post or view something, is cover the entire area of the left part of
the screen where this view count would otherwise show. By ignoring it
and doing what I need to do, it will be interesting to see in the
future, if I ever get my views back into the so-far to date range
maximum of around 130 views-per-day (VPD). And you know what, folks,
if not, then so freaking be it, I am not here to win a popularity
contest. I will listen to anyone who wants to comment about anything,
if not stupid, but this project is what is needed here, not me
getting popular or dying, or any other gray area laying in-between.
By stupid, I mean things like Ed Himacane put up just to screw with
me back in oh-seven about never seeing so many misspelled words on a
blog, hay buttwipe, how about the message, this is not a college or a
school, I'm trying to tell you all sumpen' YO. Still, it is the
readers who count and they RULE. They have for the most part shown
me, that they don't want an 'interactive relationship' with me or my
blog, so fine; that is entirely their right and their own bees wax,
and I hold no ill will at all for their right to feel that way. That
is not part of the 'stupid-ness' I refer to, as I never knock a
person's right to an opinion, even mine; to say that worrying about
spelling on a blog, telling this much powerful stuff; is STUPID, ED,
and besides; it is not
me fucking shit up; it is these stupid mother fucking
computers that cause all these HACKS, like 'on an don an don'
stuff, or 'wordsnotspacing' even though you hit the SPACE BAR, or
not Capitalizing no matter how you
know you are hitting the fucking CAPS KEY DOWN,
so don't blame me folks, PLEASE, for all the fucking hacks. If I get
the time, I
try and proofread, but I'll admit,
I do not always do this, as I know that I'll be re-posting a
corrected version later. My scum bag nabes just now slammed their
door across from me at 5 minutes shy of one AM, and also, I am
getting a diarrhea attack; so let me go donate a pound of chocolate
fucking pudding, to the WOMO-MILITUFORCE,
and I'll be back soon, Arnie Muscleboy Exgov.
Yes
folks, this fucking evil cheated crooked STOCK
MARKET did not get this way all by its little lonesome
fucking ass self, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done by
persecuting the living fucking shit out of poor pathetic me, day
after day, week after week, month after month, and so on Bob Barker
and Drew Carey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOT
IN A MILLION FUCKING ASS YEARS!
So
folks, we have pretty much covered the opening now, of the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
SHORTENED TO THE 'ESS'. The ESS are categorized as the SERWA-GROUPS,
standing for the SCIENTIST
TYPE-3-E, EDUCATOR TYPE-3-E, RECORDER TYPE-3-E, WITNESS TYPE-3-E, and
the ADJUSTER TYPE-3-E. Before we continue now with a
tad bit more about the mighty BLUEBOOK NONCAR SECRETS (BNS) for a
shortened abbreviation; not to be confused with NASCAR of course,
good folks; let me show you HOW THIS EVIL
EMPIRE IS REALLY GETTING ITS WAY, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF
FUCKING YOU THAT IT WOULD, ALL DAM ALONG!!!
MARK WAYNE MOHR
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
W----O----W
IS
THIS PROPHET OF NOTHING EVER WRONG, BIG GINA?
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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 MORIANITY,
PART SIX,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND
HAVE YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
SUP
MISTER MACY, YO?????????????????????????
UP
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP, JUST AS I SAID ALL ALONG!!!
WE
SURE AS SHIT AIN'T FUCKING TALKIN' ABOUT THE SURF, ALTHOUGH MAYBE WE
SHOULD BE, MISTER DOW CROOKED JONES!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY SIR, FROM 1971.
Some
questions are meant to remain unanswerable, such as this one.
So
which is higher, the market or the WAYV's??????????
Now
what is wrong with my air conditioning unit? Well, a child can see
that is being fucked with so that the DOW JONES CAN FLY, AND THIS IS
WHAT IT HAS DONE SINCE THEY FUCKING BROKE IT, UP TO ALL TIME MOTHER
FUCKIN GRECORD HIGHS, PROPERTY DAMAGE ALWAYS CAUSDES THIS, JUST AS I
HAVE TOLD YOU ALL RIGHT FUCKING ALONG, MAKING NO COCK SUCKING BONES
ABOUT ANY OF THIS NASTY ASS FUCKING BUSINESS, YO!!!
First
off, Exploratrons can always without so much as breaking even a tiny
sweat, gain access covertly and invisibly to any and all of our
residences. Show me a small knat that will set off any motion
detector or alarm system. It would shock me if Mister Snowden were to
ever inform me that the 495 peeps even have a system that great, hay,
maybe the fucking shit they do, who's to fucking ever know? But I
will tell you that the T-3-E-CLASS-5 or the Adjustatrons, are what
you also may think of as ADVANCED
ROBOTIC MICRO-ANDROID DESTRUCTATRONS,
way smaller than any tiny little knat, and wen something needs to be
done invisibly that causes harm, this is where these mother fucking
hyperspace enemies from the WOMO-MILITUFORCE all come into fucking
ass play, dogs, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
fucking rotten destructatrons
broke my air conditioner in a wild way, that no one seems to be able
yet to get to the bottom of, and if I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE AS A
RESULT, MY BLOGS WILL ACCUSE LEGALLY, VIA THIS LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE
AND DECLARATION, ALL OF MY FUCKING EVIL MULTIVERSAL ENEMIES FROM THE
LAMBRIGG
CULT
OF THE ASTRAL-REALMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
destructatrons can self adjust, and can join with many replications
of themselves, using powerful subatomic yet unknown energies, that
are similar to the way many forces move in and out of individual
parts of hyperspace, such as the very quick moving gravitation
forces, that move throughout the fifth dimension at speeds that make
each universe only contain the necessary amounts so that sentient
life gets around to existing through ultra complex cycles of nuclear
to biological ratio cycles that can only exist at about 2.7 degrees
of kelvin temperature, and this can only come to be when gravitation
inter-flows at perfect cycling subatomic formations. BANG
BOOM, I WILL CALL FUCKING 911 IF THIS SHIT KEEPS UP, AS
IT
IS AFTER 2
IN THE FUCKING
MORNING,
YOU DUOSH WAD SCUM BAG DOOR SLMAMMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In like manner,
a connective force can make these microscopic perfectly designed
subatomic machines grow into what we perceive now as biological germs
and viruses that invade bodies and kill and sicken all of us. None of
this should happen, and it is being caused by Destructatron-Adjustor
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, all this shit is somewhere in the great
BLUEBOOK, all nicely neatly tucked and locked away. You don't dare
share this shit with the world, it is bad enough when a sike case who
is certified does all this on the internet, but if it came from the
white House OFFICIALLY LATER TODAY, the world would turn to total
fucking chaos in minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
off, I will be telling some stuff that is pretty out-there, even
for the 'Mountainpen'.
If this is not a time where you're in the mood for this; even though
it will be a clean blog, with no dirty cussing, or fowl suggestive
filth of any kind; it may indeed be the time to click that
''NEXT-BLOG'' button at the top of my blog, and come back here when
you have a stronger constitution and stomach. YES PEEPS, HERE WE GO
AGAIN, ALL OLD KIDS, AND ALL NEW KIDS, IN ANY TOWN IN CLUELESS KIM
WILD AMERICA OF THE EARLY EIGHTIES, OR RIGHT NOW, OR EVER!!!!!!
MORIANITY,
PART
SIX,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY
AND
HAVE
YOURSELVES
A
VERY
VERY
NICE
DAY,
AS YOU
CONTINUE
TO READ
CHAPTER
NUMBER
3,
OF THE BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MR. MIKE MCNULTY!
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SHARKEY
SAYS,
THAT
HE WILL ALWAYS BE,
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
GOOD
OLD BUDDY, SALVADORE VENTURA, TAP TAP TAP TAP!!
SIDNEY
AND ALL COHENS, THANK YOU, AND I THANK YOU, TRAVELER!!!!
Now
that I have totally caught my breath from being the biggest windbag
of the blog-world, and watching so much stair-chase activity in
Suffolk County, New York in the early seventies, through some wild
type of unknown psychic activities that resonate throughout this
mighty TAWF family; WHSEEEEEEUU, let us tell these three things, and
be done with it, bing, bong, bang, boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome
now to MY
playpen!!!!!
Diana
has been so wonderful to me, ''LIGHTNING''. Thank you so much,
baby-blond. You have come around me making beautiful designs and
colors every day and every night for so long now. SOMEHOW YOU ALWAYS
KNOW WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU SO VERY MUCH, LOVELY BLOND TEEN!!!
- 1m -----------------JUST CLICK ON THIS BULLET HERE, FOLKS.
MORIANITY
IS DOING ITS VERY FUCKING BEST,
with all of this right here, you know, doing THE ADULT VERSION of the
BOOK OF BEACH, right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not perfect Bruce
Allen Pennock, I'm only human, old buddy. I'll never tell you, you're
a big dude without a real head swell, YO!!!!!
Folks,
I will tell you a few other little things, and then if I have to
fucking dial 911, I will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All my life this
HUNTINGTON CURSE HAS PERSECUTED AND FOLLOWED ME, AND ESPECIALLY EVER
SINCE JIM JERK OFF BURR TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THERE. It was as though
he had flicked a mother fucking magical Harry Potter switch, and just
by telling me this was all around me, even if it wasn't, suddenly it
was. Is this more fucking Quantum Dynamics, good folks, and is this
also why I have never had a relationship with a woman in the physical
world, and why I am barely able to survive after the death of my
mother, just as fucking predicted by this all seemingly fucking
mighty JAMES T. BURR, of Gloucester, New Jersey; with or without
all of the sharks
around my late Aunt
Ruth Huntington
Gottwald? Is this also why this force from ''wherever it really is
from, or when'', is all around me; and always has been; but
this is not the first time it has been 2013 for me, and last time it
was fucking 1969, was anything but the first time for me, that it was
1969. I
have been looping around
in this fucked up unfathomable nightmare life; and the reasons have
to do with this
washcloth family,
again, as Jim
Burr already
seemed to
know all
about back
early in
the dam
seventies; but
nothing is as simple as 1-2-3, good folks. Diana Ross said it better
than anyone else in the world, some time ago, while hanging up a
telephone, *** N
O
T
H
I
N
G.***
Now
good folks, here is the situation for all of you, as well as the
great famous INSPECTOR LOUIGEE KENT HENDERSON:
I
cannot help who I am,
and the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
cannot help who they are.
I truly am convinced after nearly 8 years of blogging that will be
rapping up very fucking shortly forever, and this computer trashed
under the sea; that indeed, I
AM DEALING WITH A REALITY-3,
for a total lack of giving what I wish to make clear to all of you, a
better and more descriptive name. Oh well, the entire
WOMO-MILITUFORCE
CAN GO
TO FUCKING H—E—L—L.
WE ARE NOT IN THE DAM ASS THIRD GRADE, RIGHT LENNY BRISCOE, OLD
BUDDY????????????????????????????????
The
problem all along really began in several stages of my life. In
chronological order they would be being dropped on the street on my
fucking head accidentally, by my klutz mother one day as a toddler,
discovering Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City and running into all
mighty SARAH, moving into Robin Hill Apartments the first time on May
1, 1980, and messing with the I-CHING on two different times in my
life, once in 1986, and once in 1996. Then we could add in my
Haddonwood experiences right before this club that was there a
million years, closed down forever quite mysteriously, and beginning
both my MORIANITY as well as my blogs, first in 1995 and later in
2006, offline and online. Everyone of these topics could be a book
longer than THE WINDS OF WAR and MOBY DICK put together, with me
doing my fucking damdest to shorten and compress things, all the
time. Many things did not make the list, my wild lab technician, my
choking to death that led me to meet and interact with her, my
fascination with tape recorders after Bruce Pennock showed me how to
change voices with a tiny little tip of a plastic pen fitted over a
small cassette tape recorder capstan mechanism, Roseann Delaney, Brad
Messenger, Patricia Hollister, Ziggy Malyeska, and I could type this
next short-list till fucking doomsday, and still, shit would be
skipped and omitted at the end of things.
Oh
yes the T-3-E-ADJUSTATRONS that do not mutate and commingle all
together, do lots of other nice little nasty ass fucking shit, good
peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain. Those that do not invade
physical bodies of animals or humans; invade machines and all sorts
of items from furniture and houses and cars and you fucking just go
and name it; and we all call this normal and natural decay and aging
processes, or wear and tear, along with so many nice little other
things not understood in the least back in these cave ages where my
wonderful awesome daughter, in so many areas of hyperspace, loves to
call me an old dinosaur, for not using cellphones and doint all the
other ninny stupid shit like texting and driving and killing people,
WEEEEEEE-NA WELLS, YO, BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think a Macy
WOW
is
in order here too folks, don't you??????????? LIKE DUH!!
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Did
I forget to add in airplanes, air conditioning units, JEESE LOUISE,
surfer Fonty, my old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aniwho
Flo and Poolbox and all others, YO; here is a real powerful secret
that will go over your heads because you don't want to make the leap
on so many things, just like with 1997 and my old pal Dave Roth, in
the Pine Forests of New Jersey, late in July on those outlandishly
cold early mornings up at the Highpoint Military Games Installation
area, of Warren Grove, and Lucille's Fudge, huh Kenny?????
Folks,
these TYPE-3-E-Adjustatrons of the ESS Collective, have a powerful
yet unknown to this world side effect, to all of these main effects
that this blog has so far discussed today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
''MAGICALLY'' CREATE WHAT MORTALS NAME AS,
B-A-D----------------L-U-C-K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET
ME EXPLAIN THIS, AND THEN THIS BLOG WILL END!!!
Adjusters
use a technology that is not all that different from the late 22
hundreds World Laboratories and their DDLTT, spelled out, DISTANCE
DELAY LASER TRACE TECHNOLOGY.
EXPLORATRON-ADJUSTERS
OR CLASS-5 OF THESE TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, DO MANY THINGS, AND ALL OF
THE CLASSIFICATIONS ALL PUT TOGETHER EXPLAIN AWAY EVERY UNKNOWN,
EVERY religious MIRACLE, EVERY UNKNOWN OR UNSOLVED MYSTERY, AND YOU
NAME IT. This in way too complicated a way, takes what normally would
automatically cause more of an agreement with your own individual
self entity that you are, and the outside external cosmos around you,
despite it all projecting out of you from your inner most beingness
to start with, and what it does in a super compressed fucking
nutshell folks; is literally take times reflection that causes this
projection of you out to cosmos, and then it literally interrupts
that A/B coordinate system between point-A-you and point-B-your
outward projection, and puts a sort of a abnd a half in-between, and
then places a sort of cosmic dial onto it, and then takes what
normally without that dial resests and readjusts itself to a cosmic
45-55 percentage as far as your normal agreement with cosmos (luck)
for another way of saying all this a million times simpler; and it
dials it much lower down, over and over and over fucking again.
Sounds way out there, huh? Well all that I ever hope my readers will
do with all of my seemingly beyond bizarre words, is to think of it
suddenly being 3 or 4 centuries ago in time, and you are there, with
all your friends. Now, think, don't just be fucking stupid assholes,
think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just would would you all do. If you think
you're going to change people and make them see all your wild future
stuff, you're way more nuts than I'll ever fucking ass be. They'll
find you all hanging from tress with the word WITCH burned into what
used to be your eyeballs, that's what will happen. Wake up folks, and
start to smell the mother fucking stench in your kitchens. The coffee
is long mother fucking boiling over, and you might need it, to run up
those stairs, and away from the WOMO; or just in some cases, the
MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!
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