MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 20

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 20

SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, AGAIN

11:33 PM-EDST, 9 OCTOBER, 2013

I WILL BE CALLING 911 IF THESE ILLEGAL FUCJKING PRICKS KEEP THIS ATTACK UP AGAINST ME, AT NEARLY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MIDNIGHT, SLAMMING THEIR DOORS SUPER LOUD OUT OF NOWHERE, DEBBIE MARATTO, PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY RESIDENT MANAGER!!!!!!

My health is very bad and I will be going to the doctor, and will keep you informed. If I die, I WAS FUCKING MURDERED BY THE WOMO MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything went real bad today, and my luck test showed this as well, being recently topped out, and now is dropping in a long run averaging mathematical system on my charts.

I was going to save this for later, but now I am telling this right now, SINCE SHIT IS SO DANGEROUSLY BAD FOR ME RIGHT NOW. They know Diana cannot protect me, and has been slowly fading away around me and has been, and will not be around again any time soon. These fucking monsters have totally altered and somehow magically destroyed my hurricane attacks ever since the Katrina Hurricane Season a number of years back. There really is no more hurricane season, it is all a total joke, as I have been in fucking Florida for nearly four mother fucking years, and can say it openly, IT ALL IS JUST MEDIA HYPE, ALL OF IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOPLE ARE ALL TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING NUTS. The entire mother fucking world has gone insane. Nothing has been normal since I died and WENT TIO FUCKING HELL, back on August fifteenth of 1986, and recently this hell is going right off the charts bonkers. This is what I was going to tie in, but I need to be careful, as time is catching up with me, Dave Sleazespeas, AND HYPERSPACE IS ALSO GOING INTO RAPID PRINT THROUGH, ESPECIALLY OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS AND MONTHS, AND IT APPEARS TO BE ON SOME WILD PARABOLIC COURSE OF INCREASE.

I did not mention Darius from the Harvest on my prior blog for no reason, helter-skelter out of the blue, and comparing his PCN with that of Paula Belinda King. You see, if you go to his wonderful YOUTUBE PAGE, clicking the search box and typing Deezy Slim; you will see that he came over here at a specific time to help me with my own crappy YOUTUBE PAGE, that is now gone, and good riddance. He makes no bones about the importance of strings of number ones, such as November the eleventh, back then in twenty eleven. Back in 1988, on the eighth of August, I sold that property that my blogs talked about where I bugged my own automobile and got a realtor engaged in a conversation, beating old mighty Joe Berrios to the punch a year or two later over at the mother fucking Echelon Towers Public Housing Building, in Voorhees, New Jersey. Then 20 years after that in 2008, to the day, came that powerful EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY where I was at the Lakehouse for the first of several times that followed that time, and they all know that I think I know two huge powerful secrets about my wonderful daughter, and of course, if you have a tiny clue from reading this, my advice is to join the Regis club and BE CAREFUL, as this KEN CLAN are all powerful exploratronic sociopaths in my humble opinion, and would not blink an eye to light you up, and not in small rooms in the early seventies. Darius dated the girl who went onto fire me on the following first week in March, which would be 2012, and she always hated me from the day she met me, for her own reasons, good old lovely Jessica. I do not claim to understand why everyone is doing what they are doing, but Quantum Physics is very powerfully involved in the mix. There is no way all of this is not a part of some gargantuan Astral or subatomic realm force that is totally unknown still to any of the greatest minds of 2013. We collide particles at high speeds and can observe a lot of things, but to my knowledge, any attempt at communicating with these sentient forces, especially the electron or as the Christians would call it in their blind ignorance, the Holy Spirit; has yet to be done. I began doing this in 1983 and have had the wildest ride in the universe ever since. But all that can wait, as my point right now is Darius and his print-through connections with the KEN, and before I ''wash my hands'' of all of this once and for all, all will be said and told. I can be a quintessential rat out when I need to be, ask another great and lovely Jessica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Flo and Poolbox, and others; last twelfth of December ended these nasty ass dated numeric combo entities, as there is no thirteenth month. Still, lots of magic lies in why Darius came over out of the blue after I had been asking him for half a year, and offering him plenty of doe. There are reasons for those wild interactions both in June and August of oh-eight, and on and on I could go. Tomorrow, I'll be asking Gawky Gaukauk why this horrible fucking botbar day struck me today, especially with these illegal fucking jit bag nabes from across the hell hall.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND ON GENERAL ORDER-7. Use all orders, all tecks, scan all enemies, and destroy them, and here are the two tones, scan my voice print on the sound of the 'E'.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

G-901, G-1133, under CG18, G-189, CG-39, AND STOP!

Folks, if it takes me a thousand mother fucking years, I will find out why these horrible mother fucking King's and Callio's and McGuire's all want with me all these mother fucking years. It did not start in recent history, they have ruined my entire fucking life ever since I was dropped onto the street at one year old, in mother fucking Southwest Philly-57 Hickey Hockey Sticks. Be careful, Coach Cryden and Regis Philbin; you cannot ever say or do the right thing with these KENS, Lord knows I have fucking tried my best for a very fucking ass long time, BRO! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!