MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER 17
10:30
ANTE' MERIDIAN, EDST, 6 OCTOBER, 2013
SATURDAY
MORNING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
I
have some incredibly powerful interactions (super vivid dreams) to
report on my MORIANITY and for my loyal MORIANS. The family contacted
me from hyperspace, and in that particular parallel universe, peeps
who may be distant relations by ten cousins out or more, were
close-ins there, and by the way, about 300 or more years ago, a
little royal baby tried to pronounce the words of close-ins, and it
came out cousins, and so it STUCK, just as did two other powerful
things from the Europeans of older times. To avoid smelly cow and
horse manure from being thrown onto the wet deck of a ship, for the
duration of a long sea voyage, items such as these to be shipped and
transported, were labeled Store High
In Transport,
and eventually went on further to be abbreviated and shortened to
where we get the present term that stuck all this time; for such
nasty and unpleasant disgusting things; on or off of Haddonwood
Treadmills. Also we have the need for commoners of those olden days,
to be in need of royal permission, in order to legally 'fornicate',
and so came the once longer term, Fornication
Upon Consent
of King. The meanings are quite clear to
anyone over the age of five years. Still, in that great movie,
''Twelve Angry Men'', with Henry Fonda and other stars as well, both
these terms were used in their abbreviated nasty words, yet done
ultra covertly and stealthfully. But if you listen very closely,
especially with an expensive pair of headphones; you cannot miss
hearing the tough guy saying these two lovely words right together,
around the middle of the show, and I quote, '' OH FUCK THIS SHIT''.
It really is there, and so are many powerful other things that are
not there on the surface, marked all over millions uponm millions of
library books. Also, things have been recorded ontoo rented VHS
videos and a lot more things are happening, normally this is all done
in an organized fashion as some very complex code, mostly for those
in the secret army that is doing all of this, so they can know
certain secret things without ever being observed as contacting each
other, and I speak of none other than the TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONS of
mid-classification-3, AKA as the RECORDERS, or the actual full label
of the RECORDATRONS. The class-2 type-T-3-E also do these same
things, when it fits their needs to do so, I speak of the Educator
Exploratrons, or the edjukatons. Some of these members of the ESS;
are why I am not living beneath a 'bums-bridge' today', and need to
be unofficially secretly thanked by me; for what they did for me.
There are parallel universes, where indeed, I am living as a total
bum, underneath a bridge, who knows; maybe a similar bridge to the
one I used in my now defunct Youtube Video from earlier this year, on
my project called, ''You'll Be Crossing Over''. Now that's one hell
of a bridge to be living under, folks. Still,
thinking
rationally about it, living under a bridge as a broke bum, is the
same exact thing, whether or not is a great bridge, or a rotten
looking old one somewhere. The poor bastard bums living underneath it
have not altered in their personal situation, am I correct, YO?
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AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 6,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS HAS BEEN CHAPTER
NUMBER 17.
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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.
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. WHERE DOES IT
ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
ALL
THE INFORMATION ABOVE IS OFF OF THE INTERNET.
AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY.
FOLKS,
THIS WEEKEND HAS BEEN NABES AND DOORS, EVER SINCE ABOUT THREE WEEKS
NOW, STARTING JERK OFF SCUM BAG BUMS FRIDAY FOOD DAY here at this
building, there is a lot of fucking noisy activity going on in lots
of apartments, and they don't give a fucking shit what time of the
day or the night it is, you know; raised in a barn-yard mentality, I
blame parents a lot more than people.
FUCKING
WHORE JANE,
AND HER ONES,
ARE ON A HUGE FUCKING ROLL, FOR STRIKING ME EVERY SINGLE DAY,
MULTIPLE FUCKING TIMES; AS THIS IS PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. HER
ELEVEN-ELEVEN CLOCK ATTACK A SHORT TIME BACK, WAS MISSED, BUT SHE GOT
ME ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF MY ROCK CHUCKING COMPUTER SCREEN. HERE IS
MY FLEETING AND FUTILE ATTEMPT AT COMPENSATION AGAINST HER WITCHY
WICKENDNESS!!!!!!
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IS EQUAL TO I DO NOT GIVE FIFTEEN STINKY POUNDS OF STORE HIGH IN
TRANSPORT, JUST PERMIT ME UNCLE SNOOTIES OF BABYLON, NEW YORK, TO
STATRE AT THESE LOVELY LEEEVELY IRISH AND NON-IRISH WONDERFUL 5'S!!
Sometimes,
2 peeps get into real messes, huh???
I
am not able to paste in the way the attack worked today, the CAP
would not work and I could not show the exact way the markets moved
along with my day, pretty clever, as I could paste all this into my
blog, just not what I wanted to. WOW, ISIS!!!!!!
Market Data
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February 26, 2013 HAS MAGICALLY TRANSFERRED INTO
OCTOBER
6, 2013,
WOW, MISTER WONDERFUL R.H. ESTE NIGHTMARES MACY, OF LATE 1984; THAT
MADE NO SENCE TO ME BACK THEN, RIGHT MISTER DREW CAREY?????????
February 26, 2013
1/20
AUSTIN, Texas (AP) — Former
Florida Gov. Jeb Bush and his rising-political-star son, George
P. Bush, spoke together Tuesday in Texas on education issues,
and both men resisted efforts to get them to talk in detail
about future political plans.
Associated
Press - 1 hour ago
But
was this 'really' one hour ago, my Morians?
Just
what is this thing we all live under the total
control
of all of our lives, called, TIME???????????
WASHINGTON (AP) — President Barack Obama promised this time would be different, that if he won re-election, a Republican "fever" would break and legislative gridlock would ease.
Associated Press - 6 hours ago
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THE SYSTEM WILL
NOT PERMIT ME TO CAP IN THE MARKET ACTIVITY FOR YESTERDAY, BUT
IT REFLECTS PERSECUTION OF ME AT TIMES WHERE IT NEEDS TO GO BACK
UP, SO IT DOES, RIGHT AFTER EACH ATTACK. I USED TO HAVE A HUGE
FILE BEFORE THE GREAT KINGS TOOK IT ALL AWAY FROM ME, SHOWING
THOUSANDS OF THESE KIND OF HOURLY MARKET MOVES, AND HOW THEY
PERFECTLY CORRESPOND TO MY DEATH SIEGE ACTIVITIES OVER DECADES
OF TIME, SINCE THIS STARTED IN 1986.
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MORIANITY-4
IF
REALITY-3 IS REAL, LIFE IS ALL A HUGE CONGAME
11:28
PM-EST, TUESDAY NIGHT, 26 FEBRUARY, 2013
SO
THEN WHAT IF REALITY-6 IS MOTHER FUCKING REAL, GOOD
PEOPLE????????????????????????????????????????
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 086
WORLD
LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
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THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD
SUBTITLE: HOOD-LENNY CONNECTION CONFIRMED
FRIDAY
EVENING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Last
night, I fell into a very weird and unpleasant 'sleep' early into the
morning hours. The next thing I knew, I was with the great PAULA
KING. It was major and not all that much is really going to be (James
Patterson publicly 'tell-able'). What I can safely tell on my 'safe'
journal here, I will, and some can deduce various degrees of shit.
First, the jerk off in my neighborhood that is behind all other
persons making my life bad here, has the exact same special 'battery'
that '10-grand-Joe' had before he was canned over at my place of
work. Their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and my photo is right there on it, just match it to the one at the
blogger site of www.blogger.com/
as a blind child or imbecile can see this is a photo of me, like-DUH,
and with McGettigan of the Atlantic City Water Company that magically
turned into the place on Cornwall Child-Molester Avenue in Ventnor,
New Jersey, McGuire on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenues, and
printer copiers and ETTOS anti-memory Doc Rogers juice, all
notwithstanding, U can Google the Irish Pub of Atlantic City, or go
right to the website www.ACMUA.com,
but then, why waste your time chewing on garbage, take it from me, it
tastes rotten as fucking shit, and that is putting it more politely
than all of the eels in the Copyright Office that could have freaking
told me shit three years ago, and instead watched me wiggle and
squirm and suffer in dog-shit, and as agent '86' would say so well,
AND LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it appears that there is a very
fine gentlemen, TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE, 'all over again' Lilly Munster, who
rides around with a huge sub woofer, and on nights and days like this
one, spends his time, just fucking with me, FORT PIERCE POLICE
DEPARTMENT, and I have court evidence that a house has recently been
bought by peeps that got it for chump change, and the silent cash
transfer came from good old space-time-mind re-phased, LENNY-80, so
sorry if I mildly am ripping you off there fatso-Jenny, YO!!!! The
Buddhist had his earlier idea and concept of
space-time-mind-re-phase, and labeled it with the word,
REINCARNATION, either way, sweet lovely George Mason Abbey Car, it
works the hell for me. Moving on with last night and the major
'dreaming experience' that I had, Paula King is a person who is not
like anyone else in the world. She is beyond mythical or magical, and
has powers and abilities that even the horse-accident man would
freaking envy. I admit I never saw her fly like Kent, but then, we do
not warp through the galaxy yet, but, we have had digital music for
quite a while, and that was not the case with fake President Lincoln
and his reception on the Star Ship Enterprise that Captain William
Kirk Shatner played for him after he 'beamed aboard'. So can we warp
through space, and what is NASA covering up? All ready, they said
they launched some shit a week ago or so, then today some other shit
was supposed to go up, and yet I heard that the last thing up was
supposed to be the end of this stupid tax wasted bullshit. Who is
kidding fucking who here with all these lies and all this fucking
total bullshit, Lenny Rappernoise?????????????? Let's move it along
now with Paula. I admit that I have been madly in love with this
powerful strange goddess since I was a twelve year old boy. She also
was able to be the 'mysterious' Sarah that even the great hotel
owner, Estelle Anderson Bassler never remembered yet every minute
detail of everything else she could mother fucking recite like a
grandma recipe.
The
interaction or dream as most would refer to this as, began with
unbloggable shit. She told me shit that I should have known was true
all along, sorry again, TQ, I should have trusted you, what a total
freaking butt-wipe I am. Hopefully this does not spill too much,
knowing me and this HC, it did. It explains the mail order business
after leaving the Haddonfield school, the STM shit all along, and
exactly how it all happened and why, all the wild
'night-time-interactions' all my mother fucking life, and especially
after the '36' month later incident after my Doctor Cohen 25 stitches
after the Bruce Walter deal in WESTMONT, 320 years before major
Westmont shit channeled through STM. How I remember the '36' number
popping up over and over again that day in early 2008 at the Resorts
International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic City, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, before the old PA system 'went to town' the same way it did
all through the early eighties right up into the nineties, so let me
not say any more or fuck around with MAGNETICS OR ERNIE MERKER, OF
THE RPL STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can talk about is that
Paula became a jet black dog, I forget what breed, and she talked
with the same voice that she has in real life, or that she had in the
nineteen-sixties anyway. Normally, 'Buddha reality' works in one way,
but occasionally, some powerful entity on the ASTRAL PLANE masters
becoming two things, first beating something called LAWTRONICS, and
second, entering the physical world as a person who can literally
dream through and dominate, not only their own doppelganger in
numerous local universes in hyperspace, but then apply a power house
secret that effects reality in the trans-dimensional multiplex of STM
by doing a certain 'un-tell-able thing, Jimmy'. Trump is an entity
not as Trump, but in a true Astral World Identity, who managed
somehow to beat LAWTRONICS. This fancy “L-WORD” is the 7th
dimension, and this 'reality' is a BOSS of a sort, and tells all the
lower six dimensions below and inside of it that come to be, what
limits and barriers are permitted within the 4-D universes in all of
the unfathomable hyperspace. Being able to do certain things while
within a carbon based lifetime, or (while awake as a human being), is
NOT PERMITTED, “LAWTRONICALLY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these people
used me to create their entire personality on a tape recorder in the
year of 1979, and literally bring the reality of shit alive, through
a body and person all ready here and existing, but without the power
source used, never would have allowed any of this wild shit that
happened, to happen. The other cleverly manipulated the powerful
ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, known to some on this awake Earthly
physical life as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, to give special permission to
bypass the LAWTRONICS of the D-7, and this would be Paula, so go
figure the other dude, like-DUH-CMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would
I've even done without you Ann King Silva? Well, that is HSE, and
irrelevant to this blog of right now, YO. Paula told me I am not
imagining that the entire Process Department where I work is from
Suffolk County, New York. One dude there has a loud speaking voice
and I'd need to be totally deaf not to have heard him back in the
middle of the week saying and I quote, “I know everybody in the
county”. I asked him the following day, yesterday if my memory
correctly serves me, if he knew the Gottwald's, the Huntington's, the
Myers, or boat-kisser Jimmy Dean? I knew that he would be too young
to know any of these peeps, and he admitted that he did not. Still, I
doubt you know everybody in the freaking county, old pal, but why is
all of SC, no not you cousin Sarah Callio, working in one silly place
down here in South Florida, and as the Romans might put it so
eloquently, and MD miles away??????????????????? Paula went on to
tell me that my limited knowledge of STM is why some things seem
mysterious, both to me as well as others, and others even more so, as
they know squat-beans about SPACE-TIME-MIND in the 21st
freaking century, just as the 19th century peeps knew
squat-beans about 'SPACE-TIME', until old Albert came along with his
formulas and 'theories'. Theories my mother fucking ass hole. Then
this lovely large talking black dog finished speaking this and
suddenly appeared to do a Star-Trek-TNG-Mike Slewinski
non-uni-bomber, sort of being there and not there at the same time
for maybe 20 seconds or so, and then in a bright flash, she became my
giant Paula, the way she really is and always was and always will be.
Donald Trump is not related to her in human form, but these two are
brother and sister in a large Astral World society of gods and
goddesses in the great Province Olympia at the capitol in Olympia
proper. This is also true of the Earth Lightning Goddess, Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis. Her twin brother is Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis
Arteemis. This line are first cousins to the Krassle family of
SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, almost clear over on the opposite end of Province
Olympia, measured on Earth this would appear in an illusion form of
roughly measured in miles of 25 quadrillion. Still, the choice is
there to travel across and enjoy the wild Astral scenic view that
could never be described by any human writer, or merely to just pop
over 'A' to 'B'. All of this information was posted on my website in
the Earth mortal world year AD of 2006, on a now defunct website that
in case the future internet is here and has tuned back to my blog
using 'distance delay wide field bounce',
www.morianity-foundation.com/.
Wednesday
evening, my scumbag WOMO enemies gave me a monstrous and vicious
diarrhea attack, and today they fucked with me at work, and tonight
and all afternoon here in the hood with Lenny and the gang. I never
in a million years knew one powerful secret until last night, and the
memory that survived into wakeful human consciousness. Right now it
won't be blogged. Keep fucking with me, LM REINC and it will, along
with so many of all of your secrets, it will hurt for more than a
day. Not all things work like 'Journal-Cassette tape 1786', and not
all things can be set to 'health and well being' settings. Am I a
liar Copyright Examiners of a quarter century ago, YO, or is this a
sworn testimony of truth that I could freaking take into freaking
court???????????????????? As I said before and will most likely
reiterate over and over again in many a following blog, MI STORY
TELLS ITSELF, EVEN IF WE JUST TAKE IT BACK TO JOURNAL TAPE 1786, the
flip side is of course, as the US (C) Office would perceive the
reality of this, “Real-Good-Girl”. I apologize again, I should
have known, especially being a well read DSM-4 person, it is all in
the book, none of it was ever your doing or fault, it was always
Gawky's, and I block out to this day how he hit you at the age of
five, that totally sucks!!!!!!!!
Speaking
of numbers and truths, it amazes me that the average person has not
come to realize that Gene Roddenberry was indeed, just as Steve
Murray said he was, AN OLYMPIAN GOD. The TNG episode from earlier
this week with the super powerful repulsion beam hurling the ship
light years from the planet of 'mystery' also showed the STM
connection to creative art, especially the art of vibrations when
harmonically blended in correct orders, called MUSIC. Every note in a
twelve semitone octave can be assigned a number, and any song can be
examined GAWNUMLY. Wow, this one is not 'coming out' tonight, OK
Diana?????? I know Brian told the truth back in September of 1983,
and Daniels can try and bull fucking shit me all he wants to. DUH,
buddy; I know what I know, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are millions of things I will say as time runs along and SHE sings
HER song, so without STM, Sir AE, how could I have ever written 'LONG
RIVER BLUES' in 1979, DUH??????????
Well,
the old expression about cats being away and mice playing at that
time, reared its ugly head and showed a reality to me recently that I
will not freaking soon forget, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION:
BANG
BANG BANG BOOM SLAM BING BONG UNCOUTH!!!!!!!!
It
is 12 noon, on 6 October up here in twenty-thirteen.
Now
for a little bit about the powerful ''DREAMING-INTERACTION of last
night that woke me up somewhere around a couple hours shy of
daybreak. W—O—W!!
This
was quite incredibly major. I had to stop due to a sudden major shit
attack, it now is eight minutes before one this Saturday freaking
afternoon, let me move on and tell you this powerful nocturnal
experience. You might say this is almost a
WOW-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was in three sections that my
waking world memory can contain and bring back so that I can tell it
now on this blog. It started in a large apartment parking lot
somewhere that could have been basically about anywhere in the
continental United States, based on my very best attempt to remember
all surrounding area scenery, building construction of garden type
apartments, and the automobiles parked in the surrounding areas and
lots and on nearby streets. The first characters in this hyperspace
parallel universe scene were not known by me, Mizz Nancy Carolyn
Stoddard Barrett. As I told you, on that great TCV show of the
sixties, she was explaining to the constructed human Frankenstein
type sowed together man named ADAM, named for being the first of his
new breed quite naturally; that in dreams, we meet people we know as
well as people we don't know, and she said this to him in a way that
you could not mistake for her being of the opinion, that this
contained some form of an unusual weirdness. When you ponder on it
for a while, you see however, waking life as well as dream life, has
exactly the same thing, we run into folks that we DO KNOW, and folks
that we DON'T KNOW, just the same, and why not, one parallel
universe, if fairly localized and not super different from what we
have become accustomed to, is like another one, at least in that
regard of running into other folks. Yet I'll admit that when I first
heard this on the show on television, my initial thoughts and
reactions to it were, and I suppose the writers of the show intended
for this to happen with the viewers; but yes, at first glance at this
situation, I am going, ''Wow, yeah, you do run into both these type
of peeps in dreams'', never even making the connection that,
DUH-Hyundai cars commercials; the very same thing goes in waking
world life too. So getting back to my particular hyperspace travels
of last night, that began as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, since I was merely
another tired person of this universe, falling asleep after an
exhausting not all that pleasant day, not another 'BOTBAR',
but dam dam dam near; and I no sooner hit the pillow, and I was
asleep for a very long time. IE, I wasn't attempting to do any
''sleep-work''. However, once things got going, that altered to some
mild dream-control where indeed you could have classified me as a
TYPE-1-LATER-3-Exploratron,
then returning back to TYPE-1. Good riddance Miss Jane Witchbitch
sleazediseaseweeds; I see it is 8 past 1, and I am covering my
computer fucking screen now with my blocker. To be fully protected, I
will need to make myself a second screen blocker, so I can attach it
to both of my lower sides, to avoid both the clock as well as the
blog page deal, would they both come at me at once, and with me, all
things are possible, bad things that is, so I am surely not trying to
rip off god's little saying!!!!!!!!!!!! So there I am, standing alone
in a large garden apartment parking lot setting with many buildings
of both 2 and 3 story constructions, a rare occurrence I will add, as
normally it is one or the other going up as high as four stories, but
never varying. Anywho, I began to see near one unit where I came to
realize quite quickly that I was living at, but not lucid to being in
a dreaming consciousness yet; three or four of the family that you
hear me refer to as TAWF-70 or just, ''THAT-FAMILY'', as this is
exactly how they telepathically told me their name or title, back in
those early July of 1970 'dreams' at the home of child molester,
Thomas J. Reale, on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, next to
the vacant lot also owned by him, the boyfriend of lovely and
luscious back then, Victoria Callio, who just adored my 'gorgeous
hair' so much. Now today, and since the late nineties, when my
intense search to find SARAH KRASSLE all began after 1994 had ended;
guess what property is there right next to the home where I stayed in
and was molested in, on that vacant lot, but the Ventnor water Works,
and this is a part of the great and mighty Sarah Callio employed,
Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, all along, this was all
there, and part of this entire thing that I knew all along was out to
get me and told Dave Smith my special ed teacher, and I quote,
''There's a farm outside of Haddonfield, where people are all in a
lifelong conspiracy to get me and destroy me''. Sounds pretty nuts
for a 15 year old kid to make this statement, well, you are correct,
and they treated me as nuts, too, Ward Cleaver, and you better bet on
it, busted out car windows and baseball games and ONES, all
intricately and very cleverly, part of this cosmic deal, all
along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to this 'wild
dream'
as you all would insist on calling it, until eventually morianity can
kick in, and this Millennium-3 can then begin to work its real magic
hopefully someday, through this project, started by poor old pathetic
and pitiful Mountainpen. There I was standing alone and it was around
noon day. Just what day, I have no clue; other than it was around the
present time; and this I know because of things that were said
throughout all of this; that won't all get discussed, in order to
save time, and make all of us a lot happier. These TAWF members
included Leticia Tilley, Dawn-Marie King, Joe king, Big 'Lisa' Social
Worker Trouble Maker Dyfis, Wrestler Slow Robbie, John King, Robert
McGuire, Sarah Callio Martino-Martinez, and then along with these
family members, were my ex-New Jersey social Worker Miss Jennifer
Washburn, along with her associate Miss Laura Natalie, and also Miss
Tiffany whose last name was never known to me, and then believe it or
not, Twinbay was there with them as well, and began addressing me and
saying, ''There he is, the glass half empty kind of guy in the
flesh'', over and over again. I was very upset and quite extremely
agitated at this point to say the very least, good Morians. Then to
keep Dark Shadows actress Nancy Barrett happy, came some other folks
also filing out of this one unit, that I did not know at all, not
over here in this universe where my body is asleep and dreaming from.
This is where I started to get lucid and said to myself, I am now
going to control my doppelganger-me, and first, remember these peeps
who over there, I most likely did know. Well, sure enough, I began
seeing this with the memory of my other-me doppelganger sure enough
in no time at all, and I still only knew 4 of these other 7 folks, so
perhaps the other three were just friends of those others who I knew
in this large crowd that had now all gathered outside the unit along
a type of a boardwalk where after the 12 units all exited the
building, both front and rear, these boardwalks were crossings over
streams that were below maybe about forth inches or so, and were
tiny, maybe two feet wide and deep, at most, with lovely bright
flowers and sunflowers growing all along the banks. Even the
boardwalk crossing had areas on both sides with boxed in areas for
potted green plants, and were filled with philodendron and
rhododendron and many spider plants and cactus and all types of
various other house plants. Thank you Spell checker for this time,
assisting this piss-poor speller, with the names of those two
gorgeous houseplants that do grow in the wild as well upon occasion.
There was a large Kroton Plant about 10 feet tall at the end of the
walkway which extended about 25 feet or so until reaching the parking
area and sidewalks along its perimeter. I spoke too soon with the
complementing for the Spell Checker, as the other plant name is
misspelled, and it refused to help me, it is spelled as it sounds,
you all deal with it, I have a dream to tell you about for right now,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The man who hosts the great game show,
''The Price Is Right, and took over from where the original Bob
Barker used to host it, Mister Drew Carey, suddenly drove up in a
lovely bright colored blue and tan Lincoln, their smallest model. It
was a four door vehicle, and he parked it right across from where we
all were standing on the opposite side of this large garden apartment
area parking lot. A road was beyond this other side of the lot, and
no apartments were there, and we were in the front section that went
back a long ways into a vast amount of property. A few cars passed by
from time to time and it was not a residential street, but a normal
small highway of four lanes, two lanes for each direction. After Drew
exited his vehicle, he seemed to know this other-me doppelganger
quite well. The peeps I was with all said hi to him and were asking
if they could get special passes to his show, and he just waved them
on. But he signaled for me to come over to his car and we walked up
to the main road where he had just driven in from, and then kept
walking and talking and he wanted to know if I had been able to get
my stuff back that was stolen. I was not sure how to handle this; and
eventually I learned that this other me, had also been kidnapped; but
not by Dawn and Ann King; under orders of Paula King, and possibly
even my kid, but rather, my Cousin Donald. Drew seemed to know about
hyperspace, and eventually I remembered that this other me-self had
told him the entire story. In this parallel universe, being a Carey,
he too was part of the Carey family, and was a second cousin through
a marriage of one of my kid's siblings, she has the same there as
over here, one brother and one sister, still I'll always believe
'half's' until it is proved to me differently with trustworthy DNA
tests. He began telling me that he wanted me to come and stay with
him and out of harms way, and that he thinks a plan is being hatched
by the entire family to hurt me and maybe even worse, he had no
proof, but he did say that he asked a good friend of his to be sort
of an inside man and nose around, similar to how I asked the Heroes
Group guitar player back in 1983, Peter Smith, to nose around the
recording industry for me concerning my problems with them and see
what he could find out which never fucking panned out as many know
from earlier blogs where I share this other of so many real-life
nightmares of mine. But over here, and without my prompting him to do
anything, he sent a friend around the peeps and found out that they
were going to totally wipe me off this Earth once and for all as I
knew way too much about them for my own good. Then he blew me away
and said that some of them are what I have been calling and telling
him about, EXPLORATRONS, and they have invaded another you in
hyperspace, where I also did a comedy show before doing ''The Price
Is right''. He had to be talking about here, as indeed he did.
Obviously there, he did not. Before doing the game show, he had a
talk show, as does Oprah, only they had their own shows, and then
they had a show that they co-hosted together. This never happened
here, and after I had learned all this, I proceeded to let him know
that I was now a T-3-E from there, and he said, ''I know that Mark'',
I too am a T-3-E, both there and here, and have been carefully
watching over you. But now it is time for you to get far away, and he
offered to let me move into a wing of his large home out in
California, in LA. He went onto tell me that MC plans to kill me in a
very covert way, just as she used her distant cousin Dawn, and when
it did not work out where I died in that FBI owned home in Hammonton,
New Jersey, she fixed it so she would die of some horrible cancer
very quickly. This indeed is what happened over here where I am
typing this blog. On top of that, Ann told me it makes no sense at
all how the entire medical community all just let her die and never
even tried to help her or treat her, and she told me a year and a
half ago or so, that she is planning to sue the entire hospital in
Atlantic City. Still, getting back to this wild hyperspace adventure
with Drew Carey; the first being at the apartment before he came
along, the second being our walk and talk, and now here is how it
ended up, and be braced folks, this will knock you right off your
chairs, so DON'T BE STANDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We got into his car and he began driving and told me we are heading
to his place, and then he is going to show me how we are going to
fight TAWF before it is too late, but first, they have something of
mine that we need to get back. He asked me if I remember how one day
at the trailer park in Mullica outside Hammonton, and before I met Ed
or the family, my large screen TV suddenly began screwing up and the
speakers insisted on playing even when muted out, and I said I
remember it all perfectly well. This did happen, just as in this
dream discussion. He told me that when you were out, your daughter's
friend, BOO placed something into your television set that allows
them to hear everything you say and see everything you do in your
residence there, even if your TV set is not on. I then asked him if
he knew why Mariah was so hell bent on everything, especially in lieu
of her not seemingly caring about what has been going on all this
time, and he said that was back then; and she was very hellbent, and
on a lot of things that need not be talked about right now. Then I
blurted out, ''My god, Ann has my TV and I am living in Florida
now''. I remembered this was the parallel universe me after finishing
saying that to him, and he smiled, and reminded me that he knows all
this, and is going to find a way to get the TV and then take it to
some people that will then force her to come clean and tell why she
and BOO did this and just what they want with me, all these years. I
told him it has to do with her playing LAB TECHNICIAN and my throat
condition, and he started laughing quite raucously. When he stopped,
I asked him to let me in on what was so funny. He then pulled into a
Denny's Restaurant and told me we are about 30 miles from his home
and he wanted to go in and eat lunch and to come in with him, so we
did so. After we were seated and eating, without my needing to repeat
anything, he indeed began to tell me why he suddenly laughed. He
said, ''I know the whole story Mark, you go back to Sahasra Dal
Kanwal with her; it's like you and her for eternity. There's no
escape for you; just like she told you, in her great hit record, back
in 1997''. All of a sudden a noise came from nowhere and got louder
and louder and louder. I turned to look out the window while Drew was
still just munching away on his sandwich, and a huge motorcycle came
crashing through the restaurant window, killing poor Drew, and I was
bleeding and bleeding and getting icy cold. I must have died, as all
of a sudden, it was around 4:45 in the morning today, here, back in
my waking world. I told you, I cannot die. Whether it happens over
here or over in other parallels, I just keep moving on as though
nothing had happened. I first noticed this and told my two pals, Joe
and Andy, this nightmare; at the Haddonwood Swim & Health Club,
back somewhere in late 1995 and into the year of 1996. This was some
real powerful mother fucking shit, MY LOYAL MORIANS, and all other
categories out there as well, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Now
remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00
PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog,
and every few minutes, the chart will update, ahhh these leevely ol
leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl,
speeeshally ween its on your side of the fight,
laddies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA Auntie Alice Gallagher,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
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LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NOW ARE READING
MORIANITY PART SIX,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY, AS
THIS
HAS BEEN CHAPTER
NUMBER-SEVENTEEN.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
WOW,
MISTER
R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be a very short blog, telling just what I wish to tell, and no
fat on the bone at all will be there, it was all given to the hungry
dogs.
The
entire world has altered so much in the past 20 years, that
it is now an entirely different matter.
When
I was living as a female Native American in a tribe along the
southern shores of the Delaware River, and towards the Great
Shellfish Hendershodt Bay, AKA the Chesapeake Bay; this effected a
part of my next sequence of dreams in numerous ways, and this will
not be touched on now, but really, are we all so blind? All things
effect all things. Stop seeing cradle to grave points as so absolute,
does anyone remember the great formula and what it really means, or
do they only remember the project in early 2008, of the great MC? We
have no time to get into my writing in the pen of a female back in my
kite flying days, but folks, honestly, there are answers to all of
your so-called unanswerable mysteries, and not all of them are really
all that Twilight Zonish.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER
very
soon good folks, to a new way of thinking, if not the you in the
right now part of the STM, then the you-later part, perhaps not even
in your current-you ''lifetime'', but it is always you, and my old
buddy George the General knew this truth so well, I love this dude,
dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEIT, Dawn Marie King and Dad.
So
many powerful peeps, Mister Scott Ransom so passionately desire to
totally take me down, or hurt me, or mess with me, in any one of a
thousand ways, each and every day; along life's many multiplexed
roads; and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road; or the
Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway, of transdimensional Dick
Chaney's. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle?
Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to
myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and
then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy
Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow
jam that was. There's another fellow who can never cop to it openly
with his peeps, yet know I am totally for real, he has a very cool
youtube page folks that I don't mind at all plugging for him. Justy
search-box him on YT, ''Deezy Slim''. WHAAAAAAAA!
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen.
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F!
First day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo, WHAAAA!
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
Folks,
let me tell you what is Derrijo Exxon HA—penning, in or not in
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
RHM!
A
MAJOR REITERATION IF I MAY HERE!
Yes,
there is a lot of history here, and we are leaving all of this right
here for right now, lovely Lieutenant Vanburen!!!!!!!!
Hyperspace
is a truly unknown element!!!!!
I
am not inferring that the men and women of science do not know about
it, but their level of understanding is unfortunately for me most of
all, kindergarten. If they knew and believed what I know and believe,
and would run some of the necessary tests that would indeed totally
verify and prove beyond a doubt, that
stuff Morianity tells about it, is all so dam real and true,
then they could aid me and assist me; in fighting the MONSTERS OF THE
ESS. They are not all bad, nothing ever is all good, all bad, or all
anything. This cosmos is always some type of a perfectly balanced
reality, whatever this reality really is, but the one thing we all
can agree on, and that is, BALANCE
BEING OF ABSOLUTE IMPORTANCE,
is not a questionable item, not ever.
Folks,
even more powerful than life and death, consciousness and awareness,
truth and falsehoods, and evil and wickedness, lies that ground of
true HOLY GRAIL REAL ESTATE, and no guys, not ''THAT 3 INCHES'',
let's keep our minds out of the French Sewer System, huh Sarah Callio
Martinez????????????? Yes, what is that most precious item good
folks, what we all need more than air and water, to live another
second, as you can live one minute with no breathable air, and 70
hours or more without drinkable water, but without
B---A---L---A---N---C---E, FOLKS; you not only won't live another
fucking ass microsecond, but you never were even here to start with,
and THAT sir ROCKDROID, is an even larger lurching overriding
equation, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND, DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
Sharkey
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and also, *********
tell
me if Marcus Muldanato, is still
your bitch''???
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THAT
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Rated.
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HELP ME PEE, YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is OCTOBER 6.
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If
anyone can find me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WP DEVICE, TRY AND REMEMBER.
SOMEONE
WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO
THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS,
CONDOR AND FALCON, OF
THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON
NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX?????????
And
I know who they are. They are TYPE
THREE
EXPLORATRONS,
and yes, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if
you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet,
dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
that
mouth!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THIS
IS MORIANITY PART SIX, GOOD KIND FOLKS!!!
I
HOPE YOU
ENJOYED READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER
17. WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL
THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN
PROFANITY.
SO SORRY.
OH WELL, MAYBE
TOMORROW
WILL
BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN
AGAIN,
MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO
THE WEEDS! IN FACT,
I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK
AND BETS ON
THIS ONE, CUZZ!!!!!
Hay
folks, here is for hoping for a better month than September of 2013.
Crissake man, cut me a break Marge Leo, of 1985,
willya-yo??????????????????????????????
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
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