Thursday, September 19, 2013

MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 4






MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 4





11:38 POST MERIDIAN, THURSDAY NIGHT, 09-19-2013









AUGUST 28, 2013 AND AUGUST 15, 1986 have two cosmic connections, I do not exactly know what they are as of yet, but you can all bet your dam British Petroleum that I fully intend to find out, bill Reed, and that is a promise, as I told you it was back in 1988 when you threatened to call the New Jersey State Police on me and have me locked up, for threatening you, WOW, pots, kessles, doppelgangers, and kettles, HILE HITLER TO U2, HERBERT PRICK HUNTINGTON OF EARLY 1947 UP IN BRAINTREE, MASSACHUSETTS, AND ALL OF YOUR MOTHER FUCKIGN FAMILY ROTTEN CURSES!



Now I have admitted that on July 16 of 1996, roughly 119 months after the nightmare seemed to really take off like an Alison Jet Chem Engine, hm hm hm hm; yeah can any of us clear our throats and speak or sing much longer without the use of an Astral-Enzemeter, but yes, that what David Roth used to call and label, my SECOND-BEAR, without berries, nuts, studio-park-rangers and low loud growls; © Office in Wash-Doc-13-600; indeed took place, and right after my mom and I exited where else but mother fucking Egg Harbor in New Juersy, Tom Kean, old pal?????????? No sir, I do not want you to both about one outcome at a casino wheel at the then, Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino on Brighten Avenue in south Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. I want you to know that I did appreciate your time and attention back in early 1984, but you see sir, a lot more is part of an invisible reality concerning 1984, A LOT MORE, shit like fucking UMWELL-ORWELL, shit like magical lab technicians, shit like Bob Cheatley and Elvis Presley, shit like me being dumb enough to fool around with magnetic machines and shit I never should have even thought about fucking with, and on and on and on we can go here, SIR!!!!!!!!! No, not hacked on and don, COUSIN; they fucked with it, I repaired it, 'ALL ODF IT'.



Half an hour ago, I called the emergency number for the PHA here in Fort Pierce, after unplugging my air unit all together, and then I placed some dry towels next to it. The reason is quite simple to imagine, good folks. I noticed my rug was discolored and darker than the bright yellow normal color, and of course, that is because the area around the unit was flooding. It is all wiped up and dry now, but the team will be over on Friday, and hopefully this time, put in a bran d new unit. These units run both heat and air, and are all us residence have for climate control. There are no other sources, no vents, or on our 30th anniversary lovely beautiful moon goddess so bright over the Atlantic Ocean tonight, I cannot resist saying this, ''NO NOTHING''. Yes folks, and Morians, etcetera, this was my fucking cunt eating punishment from the ESS, for exposing a lot of their fucking secret god dam shit on my blogs, so BOOM, they sent in the new and latest army of destructatrons. WOW, Mister Macy!!!

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