MORIANITY
PART 6
CHAPTER
7
5:43
ANTE' MERIDIAN, 25 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY
A
MOTHER FUCKING RETARD on slow pills, can see right through all of
this, if that is of course, they ever really want to. The
WOMO-MILITUFORCE has made me quite ill, with a super wheeze and cough
from poison material attacks that need not be talked about in any
detail. They had been been hurting me for some time, as they normally
do more in summer months than in winter months, and when the heat
problem kicked in on top of it, which was quite obviously all part of
the pre-planned goal and motive of these sick vile satanic enemies
from the other side of the gates of hell; tis all compounded, and now
I am feeling bad enough where ki may soon go to the doctor ahead of
schedule. Details of this need not be spoken of, as it is all as some
know, all part of a sinister plot from beyond this world, to do me
in, but also, to do other things so huge, that even em-twelve would
never believe it all or understand it all, even though they all think
they have got is so figured out and in their little fucking circle,
under their total control. This time period's powers are merely a
part of the club, or the ESS, and hence the em-12 is just a small
tiny dot in an ocean sized circle maze, controlled, organized, ruled
and owned, by this ESS, again this stands for in MORIANITY,
irrespective of what name they may give to themselves that is
presently super classified of course, the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But way more than stupid ass outer space is
involved, and in fact; this is a small tid bit of this fucking royal
ass total mess. They all knew what words I was writing, since they
have me in a key-worm virus Trojan System, or my PC; 'whatever' Congy
old pal; and just that tiny bit about the family taking care of
family bizz in the prior blog, was quite obviously what caused all
that super ass hacking when I went up to try and post, you need not
be privy to all the hellish details other than you know of course,
that it did eventually make it up to the public world, whatever that
really is. The real big deal folks is that fucking god dam song from
30 fucking years ago called, ''Girl, I'll Tell You Anything'', along
with all the shit with the Bonjovi peeps and the now defunct Avalon
fucking Recording studio of Port Saint Lucie, Florida. I thought they
had some integrity, and they proved to me, they are all simply just
part of the Chuck Colson Nixon Hatchet Man Conspiracy of Doomed Sons
of Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, AKA for a shorter abbreviated way of
saying all of this, good folks; the CCNHMCDSGEMM
SYNDROME.
Let
us talk about this fucking ass syndrome just a tad little bit, OK
folks??????????????????????????? None
of you most likely realize that if you were to choose a random year
and day or time in your own personal lives, and think long and hard
about that particular item that may be standing out in your mind and
memory system, that things both behind that time as well as ahead of
that time, are why this precise thing AT THAT TIME, as Dawn-Marie
King would put it so often and eloquently, ''IS WHAT IT
IS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is sort of like, for those musicians
and or audiophiles out there in Cyber-Village; AKA the Interconnected
Networking system of personal and all other non-personal computers;
talking about frequency harmonics of all sounds. No sound is one
exact pitch of a semitone, rather its main existence is at that
precise note at maximum attack strength, but above as well as below
that note's octave, are slowly weakening decay points, sort of
echo-away's if you will let me make up and coin this term and phrase
folks; and in all truth and honesty, your life through the magical
illusion of fixed time points that connect into your brain's memory
system, work every bit as mysteriously as an isolated pitch of sound,
or a note in the dozen semitone octave range. Many may be thinking,
well I see plainly how this works in sound, but when you start saying
that stuff that has not happened yet, is as influential; as stuff
that led up to some particular thing, has equal importance and
effect, that is saying an entirely different thing, and you would be
totally incorrect, despite this appearing as quite the rational
thought to indeed have in your mind. I know without a doubt, that all
of the so-called things in my life that I could say outright,
crissake, I could write a huge book just on this one thing; is only
there because of all the things that both precede it, and also that
follow after it. In truth, the scientists at top think tanks, can
prove to you with major complex Quantum Mechanic equations, that my
words are true, nut you won't ever bother to go and ask the Ivy
League Science Departments to verify these words, and I already know
that, Lenny McKinnon. Now there are folks who have a wide ranging
field of theories and ideas, most to all of these are all doubting my
rational sanity in the mix of it all; and they would not be all that
wrong; but we'll come back to this part. For now, forget the triangle
of truth, that is undisputed among most top thinkers in present
times, but is not publicly shared for so many obvious reasons; that
the three points of this triangle are insanity,
enlightenment,
and genius.
Discussing this triangle is a waste of time, as the vast majority
really do not even begin to grasp what is all behind this wild
statement, and that is just simple fact, and is not a cut on
humankind, as these would be the lucky majority who go through life
without ever having to bear this unfathomable cross and back monkey,
or as the Marcucci Beatles put it so well on a late sixties album of
theirs, ''to carry this weight for a long time''. Presently I am much
more impressed with the late nineties artist who, as they obviously
do from these lyrics, wish to see and meet our wonderful awesome
LORDESS, AKA, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. But before I get off the
beaten track here, let me continue on with the time of the Reagan
Administration, the years that led me straight into a place I know as
DOGTOWN, and you know as HELL.
Yes, those dam twenty-five September days, do seem to connect; and I
am doing this from memory. Oh well, an entire year without the
CONTACT-DREAMS,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
The
'tin-foil-hatters' from a year ago will be touched on now, and I
wanted to let a year slide under the water-bridge, to let things sort
of cool off; you know; like crooks hiding in a shack in the woods,
after a gas station robbery; hoping the cops and the whole thing just
blows over, and goes away; while they hide-out. Well, with me, I did
nothing wrong; but still, that doesn't change the rules that I tell
about here, not one little tiny mother fucking bit, kind peeps. A few
things were told to me by this mysterious man who I saw on two or
three occasions after the time we talked at the Beach-Park up on
Hutchinson Island. Then, poof, he was gone forever, like a distant
happy memory, fading away with time. But I have not forgotten about
something that was said to me, and I knew better than to talk about
it for at least a year. You can learn things from crazy-people, and
sane ones too, but my real point is that nothing is a waste, no
experience, no discussion, 'no nothing', Diana. I will not tell much,
but I will open for right now with this small tid bit. There are
people all around the place who really truly, by your every day
ordinary way of perceiving things, do in fact belong here; and then
there are quite a lot who simply put; DO NOT.
Let
me tell you about a trillionth of a percent of the possible things I
could tell the world, on the subject of those who DO NOT BELONG HERE.
This is why all of the unexplained things from the beginning of
humankind on this planet; from the building of the pyramids in Egypt,
to the so-called flying ships from supposedly, ''out there
somewhere''; are and have been, and yes; will continue to be
happening as they have always been happening, that exact pitch thing
again, and the octave range above and below it or ahead and behind
it, or ''whatever Congressman''. I have blogged onto the internet and
called this project, MORIANITY, for nearly eight freaking years now.
From the very beginning, I slowly led my viewers/readers, into the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY REALITY thing, never being one tiny
bit freaking shy about it from the go-bat, season, or
post-season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not shy now either,
just quite a
bit Paula King WAYV careful,
as you need to be around this wild entity, old pal
Regis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hang there Huntington family, you
dahlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! James Rockford knows
what I am about to say here better than anyone, I'm quite positive.
''We can always get back to this''.
I
have opened some Lakehouse door hinges, without any lovely
purple-pink-white lightning flashes, or wild visitations from
THAT-FAMILY from Russ Walkerville, © Office. Later, Mister Rockfish
Deon Warwick, without getting all mysterious and psychic, I will take
the doors completely off by the hinges, and hand them to the great
Scylla, who as I speak-type, is trying to hack me here, 2008, not all
over again, as folks, and spoken by the great white soul-man himself,
Billy Harner; this never left, or really, to be accurate without
directly quoting him, this never stopped. Also, that pitch deal
again, we all know now, IT REALLY NEVER STARTED. Lots of people say
to me, when will I just come out on a blog and line by line year by
year, tell our history, and let the chips fall where they may. Well,
you don't know the great Sarah LORDESS, or how SHE RULES, you only
heard a silly publicity stunt from atop the namenumber story of the
building, a message meant only for me, and received only by me,
proving as it should if anyone ever wishes to wake up and smell the
rose-coffee, that she is indeed, who I say she is, and this is no
balloon hoax. Still, I don't dare sit down and write what some of you
want me to write. My 23rd
granny got her head chopped off, and I was not planning to follow the
family tradition, and yes, there is way more that could be said about
this shit as well, good lovely folks. Now without going further on
this blog, with any of this stuff, I'll shift over a gear or two and
without any loud sickie cycles or house shaking choppers above me on
the fifth of October of half a dam ass decade ago at the Merv Griffin
Trumped Marvelous Marhouse of 65-a Middle road in BluCran
Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, and tell you some other stuff that
pertains to this September, after which, maybe you can let me sleep
for five and a half days and wake me up on the first, and enjoy the
cool song also, since you all hate my music so much, and that is your
privilege, BUT,
my music is what this is all about, and even the mighty GAGA just
told me before I started this blog, that indeed, lots of my shit is
all about my music. David Charles Roth knew all this back in late
1985, and into the rest of the decade, right into the day on the
fifth of freaking ass December when we drove for the first time, into
Camden, New Jersey, to see the ADA Ron Wirtz and Donna Spinosi, at
the Prosecutor's Office.
I
asked KITTY GAGA two questions, my magical huge black cat from the
Astral-Plane, and this does deserve a MACY-WOW,
good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
did I suffer this gargantuan computer hack attack on 24 September,
2013, producing BOTBAR TIMES 5 today?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-341.
THESE
FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-341:
(FLORIDA
STATE) ('LOST LOVE' SONG) SEVERAL OTHERS ARE ON MY 'DO NOT PRINT,
PRIVATE LIST' FOLKS, SORRY.
Why
did I have those two power-house ''DREAMS'' as mortals think of this
as, back in 1980; shortly after moving into 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER 121.
THESE
FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-121:
(FLORIDA
STATE LOTTERY) (APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN) (ROYAL FLUSH)
(EMPIRE STATE BUILDING) ('GLOOMY SUNDAY' SONG) (DANCE MUSIC) (CHERRY
HILL)
My
luck test scores for the day of BOTBAR TIMES 5 were as follows: (-1)
(-2) (-3). My luck test averaged scores for the previous three days:
(-9) (-5) (+2). Despite a Botbar times 5, good folks, my average was
+2 units better than the prior three day average of minus four, only
being minus two. I do not always concern myself with actual scores,
but rather tings are bottoming out and switching direction, verses
being good or bad and let the change of direction be ignored or
minimized. Experience has taught me to do the former and not the
latter.
Well,
in rapping up the bullshit for today, many super wild things are
happening. The tin foil hatter and some of his pals, whether they be
from here or where they all disappear into when properly medicated;
all seem to agree on something real powerful that I'll only dare to
super compress and give a few sentences of attention to for right
now, peeps. First, just when you think no one is indeed following
your story or believes in your truths, you might be quite surprised
to learn some real powerful stuff, but this is not the time. Also,
there were reasons why Haddon Township high school did what they did
to me, as well as others in the EXPLORATRONIC EDUCATIONAL CONTROL
SYSTEM, and all of it needed to happen,otherwise, bad as shit is for
me, things would be even worse. In closing this, try reading
in-between the lines, good peeps. There really are some folks afraid
to die out there without making restitution and coming clean. One
tried to so it seems, and was murdered on the road trip down to
Florida here to speak with me. Many others want to help me, but are
scared of reprisal, and will swear to this in court, just not for
about two years, syy this amount of time, holy hell only knows, I am
not creating this news, merely reporting it, from here to Toowhite
Green-haven, Connecticut, Sir McCoy.
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fucking compensates for fucking page eleven of mother fucking eleven,
and all in-law slapping monsters and lovers of baseball. Still, once
I prove another little biggie in court about using
macro-vision-copy-guard illegally against public cable television
viewers who pay royalties to the entertainment world in the price of
all taping machines and all tapes, and were cheated out of being able
to use their system on a large group of channels and areas over years
of time, I intend to bring a class action suit against the entire
ENTERTAINMENT
INDUSTRY BY EARLY IN 2014.
DOCTOR
JACK THINKS A LOT OF MONEY IS IN THIS ONE PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN, SO DO
NOT DO A HANIBAL LECHTER ON HIM PLEASE, THANKS OLD
ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY
PART 6
CHAPTER
7
7:49
ANTE' MERIDIAN, 25 SEPTEMBER, 2013
I'll
freaking super nut-shell it for you all, good folks out here, YO. I
went down to talk to Debbie yesterday morning, and an extremely wild
thing happened that I feel at the present time, a lot better and
safer, to not talk about at all, just know please; talk about
quintessential weird days or experiences, and leave things right
there. I will only say that around the time that I returned upstairs
to my apartment, add maybe a half hour, and a knock on the door
came, and the repairman delivered and installed a brand new beauty
queen of a unit. There is way more to this story, and I need to keep
my whittle Herman Munster mouth, S---H---U---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
that you need to know right now is that I was planning on being out
of this area by midnight, 7+ hours ago, and what happened, altered
my decision. Also, this illegal computer hack is getting worse and
worse when I try to get up to either of my two blogging sites of
BLOGGER or WORDPRESS. An official letter is going to be off in the
mail later today when I drive over to see my pal Mikey, as planned,
and more powerful strange stuff is involved with this too my friends
and fiends out here, Icabod McNulty HAHAWHO? I have come to learn
some powerful stuff so off the wall and so far out, it makes all of
2007-2010 seem like I was in a child playpen with five sleepy
babies, and bored to tears, squared. Yes this letter is to the FBI
and to the FCC, about this hacking, and since they do not want to
answer my e-mail, I will write directly and get a return receipt
that they did in fact receive my ''2-letters'', WOW, does it really
get more 'wowier' than this if you were watching the TWILIGHT
ZONE?????????????????????? If you keep reading, you will see the
media hype of flooding in my area. We have had a little rain, that
is all. How all of you out here buy into the EW and its crap,
totally astounds little old me, good folks. I was told by the great
SSJKK to apologize publicly for saying that stuff about no-god,
before she saved me, literally, yesterday. This was no trip in the
creek, Baptist Bruce from 1966, ouch, my arm, YO!!!!! Relax Keisha,
that other ouch and Bobby's other left; Steve Prefontaine.
WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
a child can also see quite easily, that a lot of other stuff is
happening, and has been, for 30-50 years, all around me, that the
entire fucking CATHOLIC CHURCH CANNOT EXPLAIN. Now some in the
secret-government think they know things. Well, they do in fact know
some things. But it is quite comparable to a child learning how to
read and write, and a little more in the first grade; maybe even
learning the basic arithmetic tables, and a few basic facts about
the world around him or her. But as they know a little more, they
come to find out that there is so very much more yet to learn, and
eventually will accept that they never will know it all. At best,
they may come to the false conclusion that they do so, you know,
become a 'know-it-all'. One thing I have come to realize is that I
have placed a little too much significance on middle 1986, as so far
as my personal problems and woes. I need to back that up for the
three years that all precede this one, and then, it becomes very
obvious, just why 1986 all had to unfold and happen as it did.
Exploratronics still is the explanation behind all things, and just
because I am no great professor, and cannot make things real clear
to all of you, does not make this an invalid truth by any means. The
sixties and seventies were powerful times, and this has not been so
much as surface scratched, but still and all, the years of 1980-1988
were in all reality, my most unfathomable and twisted outlandish
period of time, and interestingly fucking enough peeps, this is the
Ronald Reagan years. Now do I believe that this nation is run by the
known-visible government? Sure I do, about as much as I believe I've
got millions in the fucking bank. 550-550-550-550, yeah, I escaped
DM King, but so what? December of 2009 only lasted for 31 days, and
even after the death of the great Dawnie Terra TPB on 01-01-11; a
beyond powerful numerical day for her death to fall on if I must say
this myself folks; this is by no means the end of the relentless
persecution of me by this family from the majestic stars. Well, if
you're out there, Mister Beach Vanisher of 1974, they're starting to
learn a little bit, table scraps perhaps, but it is some of what you
had taught me on that wild summer day while I was rooming at Selena
Dada's house, on Stenton Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Just
exactly why did you have my automobile destroyed on my way down to
your fucked up first hotel in mid-town AC, CUZZ?????????????? I know
you and that pal of McGuire's are pretty tight, and did you ever
think that he has motives for telling some real nasty ass shit about
me? Does your mind reach that much around the curve, or as Miss AT&T
Blake would say so well back in 1983, ''or naut''? Elv, if you're
still here; I want you to know that you are a lot better off without
that miserable witch, Callio. As for other musical groups, MJ fell 7
brothers short of the cosmic story, but then maybe there are some
wild family on-goings that make the known amount of sisters, appear
somewhat fractional. In any event, and all joking aside, David
Sleepdeath; the real true fact is that no one likes crackpots, and
anyone who is not liked becomes a 'crack-pot' by the movers and
shakers, AKA the WOMO. We're the ones that know stuff about the
magic bullets, the magic families, and a lot more, but slowly as the
clock ticks onwards, stuff is coming out. Of course this will do no
good. There is no god the way religious folks believe, there is no
good force that is going to triumph over so-called evil, and there
certainly is no way the little people will ever regain power over
themselves and their once free world, ever again. Those in power
sold us out long ago and know better than to make any prior mistakes
over again. History used to repeat itself, but I have watched very
carefully over the past 25 years, a brand new reality take this
world over, bigger than any so-called fucking ass saucer invasion.
This makes that look like kids stuff, whether you all choose to
listen to me or not. But this is taking me further off my point and
onto an unnecessary tangent, so let me get back onto the path again.
Right now, more than any other wealthy powerful person alive, I know
the one prick who has made it his business to do me in year in and
year out, since 1984. This is because he knows who I truly am, who
he truly is, and who (and we all know the unwritten line that cannot
be safely spoken), SHE knows who she is, well, sort of. He has done
all that he can, to bring our paths to cross over and over, for 30
years; and his agenda is simple. He plans to tell her that if she
blesses him with total power to rule this world as he wishes so
badly to do, that he will openly admit to what he has done to me,
and even how my tape recorder, actually brought him into this
reality, not the physical shell, remember peeps, think
exploratronically, and not old world. Yes, jit bag, I know you and
McGuire built those hyper cirkpumps, that have stopped my hurricanes
dead for the past many years now. Bully for you. But remember how
once you serve McGuire's purpose, you are not only expendable, but
he enjoys getting rid of any witnesses to this great family and its
secrets; so as his other pal SHSH, who iced OZ-wald; you can always
be next. Still, long before he would remove you to the land on the
other side of the tape recorder, CUZZ; I can always release powerful
stuff to the media, about how convinced you were that I had gone
back into time, and brought my kid to your Plaza Hotel back in
OH-MAROLA-9. No one wants crack-pots for president. They'll put up
with a crook, but not a crack pot; and I should know. This is what
happened to me back as the nineteen-eighties began unfolding to
unleash their 'magic'. Yes I sort of fucked up in my explanation of
my educator back in the springtime of 1969. What I meant to say and
tell all of you, is that she was pronouncing years the way we all
did from 2000-2010, you know, like, two thousand three, or two
thousand seven, yet back in the fucking sixties, syfy writers always
pronounced the post years of 2000 as twenty-oh-three or twenty-oh
seven. She seemed to just know, like you knew other wild shit, right
Beatles Cutshave Marcucci? Oh well, I guess I can always COUNT on
him to be blunt and straight up, where as Marola, well; she would be
classified in my books, as much more clever and stealthy. In any
event, I do not plan on bringing the Christmas Angel up to January
1, 2013, either; Mister Cousin sir, but yes; if you are out here by
way of some miracle, Jerry Heitzmann, old bud; the great Sarah
Krassle is always among us, in one way, or another; with or without
any of those terrific Swiffer mops, peeps.
WOW,
we are back, and are in regular time again, Copyright Office, Jeese
Louise, SURFER FONTY, let's try and avoid the mighty and lovely
Shannon Kickacar at the Genlow North shore Inlet!!!!!!!
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 had a guru
named Meagan come over and help get my blog going again at BLOGGER,
towards the end 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
this 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 another 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 in that large gray area we all share in life and call the
'unknown'. But one thing 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 writing style to produce
what I believed I had tweaked in my mind to receive a maximum
viewing audience. But doing 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 cannot 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.
DO
I THINK THAT LIFE IS FAIR OR HONEST????????????
NOT
IN A MILLION FUCKING ASS YEARS!
DO
I BELIEVE THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKING CROOKS AND
PURE EVIL SCUM???????
YOU
BETTER BET YOUR ASSHOLE I DO, WARD CLEAVER!
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!!!
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 when 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; then the world would turn into 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
7,
OF THE BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MR. MIKE MCNULTY!
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ALL
DAM WHAAAAAAAAAABITS!!!!!!!!!
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