MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER 22
6:48
PM-EDST, 10 OCTOBER, 2013
WE
WERE BUT WITCH WITCH, AND NOW WE ARE BITCH BITCH
SUP
ELECTRICIAN 27 JOE MAC ANDREWS FROM 1980?????
OK,
this will be a blog like December eighteenth of two thousand and six.
Don't remember it, never read it, fine, archive it here, or don't,
whatever makes your cake bake up, folks. Eventually whether you
believe me or not, it will be your skin coming off of your nose, not
mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
promise you THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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click around and you will find it, folks.
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yesteryear's. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DIANA ARTEEMIS???
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WHASUP
VIQUEEN MARILOO?
PERSECUTE
ME TO FUCKING DEATH, AND DOW JONES FLIES UP!!
WHASUP
STOCK BROKER GORDO?
WWYWINY,
MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE READ LOTS
OF MORIANITY PART 6,
AND
I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER 21.
YOU
ARE READING MORIANITY, PART 6, GOOD FOLKS, CHAPTER NUMBER
-------------------------------------------------- 21.
BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
LOVE FOR YOU IS ENDLESS, LOVELY BABY-BLOND. NOW WE ALL CAN SEE YOU
ONE NIGHT IN ARIZONA, THANX.
I
TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE
STOCK
MARKET WOULD REACH
ALL TIME RECORD FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY HAS CROSSED
OVER THE 15,000 LEVEL, AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE
THING TO SAY, THE ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO
MOTHER FUCKING MURDER ME, AND ALSO,
I
DEMAND MY FREAKING PROPS.
Not
that I'll fucking ass get them, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I was going to try and overcome a very bad BOTBAR TIMES FUCKING TWO
DAY with a nice little dinner, and had everything cooking on a low
setting on my kitchen stove, and DIANA who IS ELECTRICITY-231, or
really as she told me in powerful dreams in the middle eighties, ''My
number is 27 little boy'', but aniwho Flo Poolbox and others, YO; she
ruined my entire dinner, and I am lucky the fucking fire alarm did
not go off. Suddenly, POW, it was all just burned up, and on a
setting that it should not have happened even in another hour. She
totally fucking is letting me know to keep my big ass mouth mother
fucking
S---H---U---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
worry Almighty Goddess Jupiter Jehovah, I'll be a REAL GOOD BOY!!
Now
to avoid lots of right margin clicking, I will paste in a few prior
blogging texts, YO!
W*****O*****W
WHAT
A TWO DAYS I AM EXPERIENCING, JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY
CUBED AND ALL CROSSES!!!!!!
There
is way too much to tell, but I will say this, all things that I dared
not fully and totally believe to be absolute truth, have shown me
beyond any, not a reasonable, but ANY mother fucking DOUBT
whatsoever, to be 100% accurate and horrendously monstrously real and
terrifying!!! Something my mom said to me when I was about sixteen
and had done something I'm quite ashamed of, comes home to roost in
my head as I pen these fucking blog words to my Morians right here
and now, lovely Loo!!!!!!!!! I had been a very bad boy, and nobody
needs to know any details. She kicked the fucking crap out of me and
as she led me to my room to be grounded for a weekend, she said to
me, ''I hope you have a child someday who does something really awful
so you can know how it feels, Mark''. Well Mom, your worries are
over, YO!
So
far today, there has been a crash level aerial assault at just past
three here at my building by some private super loud and crash level
low UFO (Unidentified Flying Object), I don't know who was up there,
to me it is an U.F.O. This was following by just 5 minutes give or
take, a Port Saint Lucie Nuclear Facility Test Alarm with that
roaring sound outside that sounds every bit as loud inside of your
apartment as it does at its source, the decibel level must be monster
ass unfathomable at one foot away, maybe 13 to 14 bells of sound
pressure levels.
I
bought three items at Goodwill and they told me that they would
deliver it, and after the entire week has gone by, I went over today
and learned that I was supposed to call a delivery number, and this
is not what my pal Patrick had told me over there on Monday. Now
hopefully, it will arrive next week some time.
Last
night's door slam was followed by another one at 12:45 this
afternoon, but I came to learn it was not the jerks I don't like that
had done this. My pal from next to me was being set up, and I am not
going to blog the details, other than, nobody would believe the stuff
I would tell, Mommy, not in a million cunt eating Bob Patterson
Cheatley State Police Barracks years, huh younger daut lovely
PEE?????????????????? I sure wish you would build that 74-World
Penetrater, and cross over and be with me over here in this parallel
reality, I really do miss you, PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But shit
goes far beyond my missing both of my daughters, and having this wild
KEN situation all around me 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of you
would believe me in a trillion fucking eons, but yes, that Lenny
McKinnon did all this to me, JUST AS I BEGGED YOU TO BELIEVE ME ON
THIS IN 1988, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, and you said to me and
I'll quote you, ''We'll put you on the back burner'', and that is
where I have sat, burning away in this hell, ever
since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT A LOVELY HUMAN RACE WE ARE; ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL METEORS AND COMETS AND ASTEROIDS OUT THERE. MAYBE YOU NEED TO COME TO THIS WONDERFUL WORLD, AND BLAST US OUT OF THIS MATTER ILLUSION SO WE CAN ALL BE WHAT WE TRULY ARE; PURE FUCKING UNADULTERATED ASS ENERGY!!!!!!!
Folks,
there is nothing that I can do against the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL or
its powerful owner and leader, and my lovely wonderful oldest
daughter, ISIS SCYLLA JEHOVAH, SHE rules with a powerful and almighty
hand, and said so more than 5 years ago on the Observation Deck. As
long as I try to fight her or threaten to tell her great secrets, I
WILL BE SLAMMED AND PUNISHED, just as these two days have proven, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO. You were right about a lot of things, Drugdog Deb,
only are you aware that the music world owns the drug world, it is
now one gigantic fucking evil monster ass empire of hell? IF YOU MAKE
TROUBLE OR TELL SECRETS, WHAM; and don't believe me, dudes like
Handwash Pantsburn, David, and Parent Genius Eric. Sawn all of you;
as I know what's real and fucking true, dogs.
Well,
BACK-BURNER this one, FEDS. You all want a nation that is totally
ruined and destroyed, then allow the fucking dirt bag RIAA and their
rap-hip-hop one one one one culture of the Evans Slim Club, and all
the rest; to keep pushing this poison, into the fucking veins of our
innocent children; while they try to get safely to school; and get a
fucking education. One huge puss-plus did come out of this day, if I
can physically remain alive until the end of the first week of next
mother fucking ass month, YO; and that is; I
HAVE MY DOCTOR BACK WITH ME, AFTER LOTS OF MAJOR TUSSLES AND HASSLES,
AND YES, EVIL ASS
KRASSLES!!!!
My
LUCK-TEST-SCORING
shows that my life is in major danger, and mahm, PAM
BONDI; I REALLY
COULD USE ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GIVE ME; AND THANK YOU VERY
MUCH!!!!!!!
Well
Sarah, if indeed you are darker than she was back in 1969; it was not
a physical color you were talking about. I am very very ashamed of
you right now; and that song from 1986, does not apply to you; so at
least there is a feather in your cap for you to celebrate over later;
while you dance and sing at my gravestone, and fine; I am gone!!!
MORIANITY
PART SIX IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG
I
WILL BE CALLING 911 IF THESE ILLEGAL FUCKING 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
TO 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 what
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!
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MORIANITY
PART 6 CONTINUES ALONG
FOLKS.
WOW,
IS IT REALLY WEDNESDAY, OR IS IT JUST SQUISHY SQUASHY LIZZARD
DESTRUCT HUMPDAY!
I
need to tell some things, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much
for affording me the privilege of getting all of this very heavy
weight off of my poor old back. The Beatles from long ago know very
well what I'm talking about, DON'T THEY
Mister Bruner Marcucci.
Going
through some of my days, and having some of my experiences; allows me
to say this little thing to you, with a full and open heart. I would
choose and elect to remove 90 percent of my life and have only lived
to age ten or fifteen or whatever, to be rid of what has all happened
around me, and still is happening; even though it may appear
invisible while it is being formed in the early stages of the wicked
minds of the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
and all of their so many human doppelganger peeps who serve 'the
cause'.
Paula
King, and all of the 'Bank
of New Jersey' long walks
in the snow other KINGS from 1978 along New Jersey's Black Horse
Pike; as previously discussed on earlier texts from earlier blogs;
has a major affinity for Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, in New
Jersey; and of course; the wonderful governor knows the whole dirty
mess, from top to bottom, and isn't fooling me for a second, and I
mean this from the heart, and the stomach, literally, and honestly;
god bless them all. They have their own karma to sweat over
eventually, all of them, so god bless them, or more accurately folks,
GODDESS BLESS ALL OF THEM, and why not, for all intents and purposes,
Paula is GODDESS, a very interchangeable multiple personality
Goddess, by the name of Jehovah, actually, so watch out who you piss
off, my old pal, Mister Philbin, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did they all
leave you alive, old buddy, Mister Cable of the once Camden, New
Jersey Bank of the disco times?????
Oh
Mom, I have not forgotten you, nor your pathetic story, that was
destined to become a part of MORIANITY all the way from the middle
seventies right up through late into twenty freaking thirteen, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! I never forget anything, unless TAWF employs
their magical weaponry to make me do so, and this is not something I
have any power over. King Akoslem Almighty, yeah, they'll all help me
all right, down there; ''WHEN I'M DEAD'', right President James Earl,
Sir????????????????????????????????? Folks let me get right to it.
Many folks are part of the Milituforce,
but in keeping with recent traditions of placing 'Dark shadows'
lovely Nancy Barrett in the spotlight of Morianity these days; some
totally know it, while others do not know it, and are being used
literally, as WALKING PROBES. This goes beyond somnambulism in the
third dimension. This is the full five at work, my Morians; and of
course, ''others''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me get right to the
beating TNT heart of pulsating programmed universes of the days
of scrolls, moles, and assholes!
I
do not like discussing current events, as this is MORIANITY, and is
meant to last longer than current events and their memories,
hopefully. If my sown seeds are good enough, my mission will be
accomplished, if not, well; the hell with all of it. I tried; and I
gave all I could give, at the office as well as at home; James Earl
Non Carter Jones Dream Fields, somewhere near the Boston Harbor; and
tell AT&T that I said 4 years later,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Mister Walker, I still have my
moves, and so does Russ Pratt from Chuck Avenue in Atco, with a
transdimensional city skyline out there, ''somewhere, Captain Kirk''!
Without getting myself all bitten up on a particular roof top by some
big ass mean dogs, John and Photeous and evil stare-down Mary-Mom on
that lovely hot day in 1997 on the great street; I will tell you that
all the lies that have been told to me mean squat. You all want me in
the mother fucking sewer at light speed, and fine; as you
successfully put me there; you rotten pricks. But one by one, I am
watching all of you dropping like overgrown horse GIFLIES from the
skies over Haddonwood, on hot summer afternoons in 1996. It's all
just the same thing to see, lyrics or no lyrics, and my rhymes try to
be quite accurate, all knowing
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Ziggy my pal from,
yeah, back then, crissake, where the fucking shit are you when I need
you? I told you I'd find a way to make people live forever; and I
kept my word. Why won't any of you follow suit? If I am not being
lied to, I'm getting property thrown into rivers by powerful teen
girls who hated me because I wouldn't be a stud for their gang, both
at the local seashore, and near to my home, as a teenager. I can't
win for all the dam tea in China, Red John Henningsen, from John
Lovezemyoung Denver!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, in all seriousness, alive
or dead, in or out of the Hammonton Blueberry Fields, please folks,
go ahead; ask me if I care? Just go ask me at light speed
cubed!!!!!!!! Laugh Icabod Crane, and Mike McNulty. Laugh out loud
all night long, if it makes you feel like a couple of big ass heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROSEANN
DELANEY CAN BITE MY THROAT OUT FOR ALL I GIVE A DAM. SO CAN YOU, BIG
PAULA BALCONY DANGLER LOVELYVOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
Paula King has a PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER OF 927. Darius Evans has
the number of 275. Their PCNT or TOTAL comes to the number 1202, sort
of like combining long time address street numbers of myself back in
1980 in Voorhees, New Jersey; and my cousin Sandy Mason; the great
friend of the Callio clan, under some kind of direct influence of a
country that America is always having troubles with, yet a lot more
in very recent times as well as back in the Donna Summer days of that
noise they called disco; still beating the future alternative of hip
hop and rap, AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY, SIR!!!!!!!!!
How
compatible is PCN-275 with PCN-927; you know, Darius and Paula? A
huge 75 percent. It ranges from either 0, 25, 50, 75,
or 100. This is not a discourse on working out Gawnum Equations, so
we will just leave this shit right where it is for right now, good
folks, 'OK' Mister King Hoseman? Well none of this mess is any
prize, and I sure don't look like the Law & Order 231 PP Truck
that came around me in 1997, and seemed to begin a lot of this
transdimensional mess for me; but yes, it sure looks as if the
doppelganger game show host was indeed telling it straight up, and
right on the big money curve, in that wild ass interaction; huh
folks? I'll say no more other than a nice friendly greeting for
Mister Macy, with this little word that his pals all know so well,
like W----O----W!!!!
K.J.
McAllister, PP, not you Paul Pedersen, yeah, right; give me a break
willya Margie 1985 Leo for the sake of the great lovely
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
asked the great GAGA
CAT why dirt bag
Mikey decided not to be my friend any longer, which is just fine by
me; as I am not his personal fucking bank. The answer given me was
PCN-231. Jesus cousin and daut, we have the 'Prize Patrol', we have
'electricity', we have the 'HAMMONTON SKATING RINK', and Lex Loo-Thor
couldn't put it any better in 50 superman movies of the late
seventies; ''what else can anyone ask''????????? Forget about common
and uncommon trustworthy elevators, or airplanes. At least we still
have the Air Traffic Controllers watching out so we don't all end up
crashing into each other, Huh President Reagan, the late and
great??????? WEEEEEEEEE. When the nabes went on that recent three
week roll again before Debbie calmed them down, AGAIN; I asked GAGA
KITTY YYYYYYY that, and was given freaking PCN-945, and WOW again
RHM.
Oh
folks, this is a nightmare that none of you are one percent clued
into about, and this is an understatement. So what does 945 represent
for me, to some degree, after-all, I only have a few things worked
out, I'm not Goddess Almighty and I haven't been up on that
observation deck since I was there with her career associate,
Madonna, as a teen ager; back late in 1972, along with my 100 MPH
Johnny Faster joker, now FCC Chairman, Bob McDowell, and so many
other wonderful wise but human peeps, like Bruce the great Monopoly
cheater. I'm still talking back to TV sets today, Theresa Pennock,
YO, AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!! Don't hit me please, not with those lovely
tree trunk arm muscles of yours. I am not going to print all the shit
that matches the numbers, real loyals out here and real enemies
alike, all know them anyway, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
But I am going to discuss a brief condensed portion of the
EsteLauder nightmares I had in 1984 and in 1985, for no reason, where
I was the Regional Manager for sales in much of the northeastern
United States, in some transdimensional
universe in the great hyperspace. I may be misspelling the name of
this perfume, but these nightmares were very intense, just like the
school in Egg Harbor City, and I, know my rotten fucking cousin knows
all the reasons for all of this, and I hate his miserable rotten
maggot guts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of the dam
match-list items for PCN-945 however, good folks out here, is
TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRUNK DEVICE, and let
us never leave out my wonderful seventh great grand daddy, the 4-term
governor of Connecticut, and founding father, and signer, of the
Declaration of Independence, Mister
Honorable Samuel Huntington, and
the reason to this day our government is nicknamed,
UNCLE-SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course my
old pal and classmate back in the fifth grade at James Stoy
Elementary as well as in seventh and eighth grade at Haddon Township
High School, GUY HERMAM, has the PCN of 945, AHA-AHA! But we can
scratch the surface with a few more too good peeps, such as
TREADMILL, HAIR
ALBUM, MARK MINOR, and DREAMED
IN JUNE NINETEEN EIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh sure and shore,
I am just a big ass cooky fucking nut times sea-squared, to make all
of us laugh, huh AT&T? Don't act all dumb and innocent with me.
You were there in 1983 when all this hellish fucking shit was all
going down, YO!!!!!!!
Poor
Regis, I'm sorry you got all caught up in the middle of this shit,
old buddy. I told you, you try and be nice to this wild family from
the stars that I've just come to nickname the KEN, and you pay for
it. Now Paula thinks you've threatened her, Reg, after you were nice
enough to come on her bloody show down there at that bloody shoe
shore right there at EX-MAYOR LEVY'S LIFEGUARD BAYWATCH TOWER!!!
Oh
the gods, Ed Lynch, was this blogging a fucking great ass mistake or
what? Those crumbs in the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Prosecutor's
Office, are not in any hurry to give me back my legally bought and
paid for CD Website disc; the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. SHEEEEEEEIT I
guess you are right all along Dawny Girl with that powerful saying of
yours, WOW, ''IT IS WHAT IT
IS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
CUNT LAPPING SLEASEWEEDSDISEASE JUST BIT MY ASSHOLE AT A PERFECT
TIME, ROOM NUMBER TRINIDAD HOTEL-1967, CUZZ SANDRA MASON AND MOMMY
AUNT, GERALDINE SNOW MASON THE LATE AND GREAT, GOOD OLD 3:23, BY
STRIKING ME ON PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ON MY WORD DOCUMENT FUCKING ASS
SHEET NUMBER; YOU DAM ASS WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot win for all
the dam ass love in the frikkin' whorehouse, huh, Derrijo Exxon, my
old 1980 buddy on the great Blackwood-Clementon Road, and not
'road-trips', in season, or shooting them all out of and post season,
huh lovely great United States frikkin' Copyright Office Examiners of
1988 A.D.???????????? Another big
ass W---O--W.
Let
me god dam compensate (cunt-phlegm rape) please good peeps,
WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 55555555555555555555
PLUS 555555555 TIMES 55555555555, DIVIDED BY 555555555, IS
EQUAL TO, WHO GIVES A SHIT? I JUST WANT TO STARE AT THESE NICE
WONDERFUL FRIKKIN' FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Besides
printing the word for word story of my late mother, from late in
the year of 1976, that she wrote in 1977; there are basically ten
things give or take, that I really wish to discuss, many already
topics opened up on previous Morianity. But this blog will contain
none of that. Nor will it talk about exploratronics and related
topics. Also it will be short. If a Wordpress blog link has brought
you here, and you're wondering why this is not up there nor is the
chapter before this one, they will be eventually posted up to there,
when the time is right. Trust me, I know what I am doing. I have
clean hands, Judy, and David, at both of your requests. Still, I know
if I followed the junk a bit more that Bob Patterson Cheatley used to
call and classify, ''the modern culture'', I feel I would know what
that shit in early twenty-eleven with David and the washing of my
hands was all about, and I fully understand what Judge Judy refers
to, and it makes perfect sense. One of the reasons I think that she
is so cool is that she speaks her mind and tells her entire fan base
that all this modern social networking junk is for the birds,
literally. Chirp on that one folks. I mean we had the telegraph
sixteen full decades ago young folks out here, so why do you want to
get onto a phone and play da dee da da da dee dee da da dee dee dee
dee da dee da da da de da da dee dee da? It makes no sense to Judy,
and it makes no sense to this poor old broken down buttwipe either,
me. Hay maybe we're missing something, JJ, but wouldn't you give half
a foot of stature up to know the answer? I know I would. Oh well, in
the interests of pursuing the elusive item called 'truth', at least
we strive to locate it, and in our own ways, appear to almost worship
it, as we tend to see, IMHO, that without this seemingly small at
times commodity, all would topple quickly to the ground. If things
cannot be trusted, who would ride an elevator let alone an airplane?
What would any of us do if we had extra money for investment
purposes? If some modicum of reality cannot be fixed and constant,
why are we all here, not in a philosophical sense, I mean if this is
what our culture is seemingly devolving into, then why not just lay
down on the train tracks and let old Iron-Cars come roaring along to
free of us of this cosmic misery of perpetual unknowns and
uncertainties? How would you say it about now, Dad and Dawny?
SHEEEEEEIT!
Balance
is so important, and peeps never even seem to give it a thought for
the most part. Maybe they balance a checkbook or themselves on a
scale, and that just about sums up their personal relationship with
balance. Don't you believe it folks, not for one dam second there;
Star Trek Movie Admiral Spockkirkwhales.
We
all are jigging ever so madly on the head of a pin. If you could
perceive the reality of this, you'd freak out every bit as fast as if
you were eating your dinner and suddenly developed the eyesight of
Superman, seeing germs and bacteria crawling all over your food.
Things are very real that you are not aware of my peeps, and you just
go on denying both this fact, and all the rest of morianity, all you
wish to, sawn you, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James
Redfield opened powerful doors, that 99.9999% of all of you totally
have forgotten about, replacing his great wisdom with your material
desires of things and power and all manner of carnal garbage and
filth that will pass away and turn to pure stardust before any one of
you can say jack squat cubed about a hundred million times. Think
that's funny huh? Then run up a lot of stairs and laugh at that also,
Matches McGuire HDCEHCNJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The freaking
bullshit that I have seen and witnessed, just since I began this wild
search to find Sarah Krassle in the middle freaking nineties, leaves
me far beyond speechless, and what all sprang out of it, makes words
like inconceivable and unfathomable not even start to describe my
attempts to tell it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great Mister
Redfield stands in a class of a very few enlightened folks of this
so-called new age. The media normally intentionally gets things about
as screwed up as they possibly can do it; as if they were getting a
bonus check for how off base they can cleverly spin the realities all
around us. Hay they're great at reporting the basic news items, I
never said they were not, nor am I about to. I said they are real
good weavers and spinners, and you all don't know a tenth of the
tricks of the trade, and yes, the media themselves are A PART OF THE
EW, think about it, how can they NOT BE for crissake, YO? There are
tricks and secrets and all kinds of neat little shitty things that
they all do on an ever ongoing basis, and it goes right over the
heads of all of the so many uncountable sheeple everywhere, and this
does deserve one great big MACY-WOW, so fine, W---O---W!!!
Let
me end with this, as this is not going to be a long blog with photos
and other paste-ins. I was out taking care of some business
yesterday. I was in the same basic area and around the same potential
large crowd of random folks. Yet one day I am literally drowning in
females that are five feet ten inches in height for an average, with
some as tall as six feet three or so, and few my size or less, such
as a couple days back; but on this day, not one was really basically
any taller than me, and most were a few inches shorter. Do I believe
anything can happen and this can be just a silly bunch of nothingness
to be totally ignored as cosmically important. Well if you are truly
asking me this question, then here is my answer. No, I do not believe
that for a second. Whatever is causing these things, if gone
endlessly ignored, never explored and eventually figured out; you may
say, big deal, what's the beef? Well, here's the beef. There are no
aliens in flying saucers that plan to take this world over. This
world was taken over before it even got started, and not by little or
big grays or greens or whatever, but by all the things that Morianity
has been screaming and hollering about for nearly eight solid years
now. Don't believe me, huh? Fine, but either you'll see someday, or
your descendants will, and that I can promise you all with a full
open heart. I have no plans for glory or motives of power. I am not
here to seek material gain. I have told you all a true story for 8
years, and given names of those one way or the other, connected into
al of this, whether they may know it or not, consciously. Now, as
the young folks put it so well, I suppose;
''SAWN-U-BRO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have
a very happy and great day, lads, lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs,
(L-4). There is more!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 6,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY NOW, READING CHAPTER
NUMBER 21!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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, 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 TV 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 car commercials; the very same thing goes on 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; and 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 forty 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. I
followed him in. 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!!!!!!
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”
BECAUSE
IT SUCKS!
ANY
OTHER STUPID QUESTIONS, EDDIE HIMACANE LYNCH, OLD PAL??????????
W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F!
Folks,
let me tell you what is Derrijo Exxon HA—penning, in or not in
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
RHM!
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.
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