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MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 28

11:32 PM-EDST, 15 OCTOBER, 2013

SUPER SUPER SUPER NON-INGRID FUCKING BOTBAR

My Morians, my Lessians, my Inbetweenians, and all others from the potential pool of the ESS, how the hell are you? I am not doing very well, in case you may be reciprocally interested, folks. Let me go on and explain.

First off, this CHAPTER #28 doubles up as my OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND LEGAL DYING DECLARATION NOTICE, WORLD, AND ALL MY MURDERERS ARE LISTED IN ALL OLDER BLOGS THAT PRE-DATE THIS BLOG, YO YO YO!!!

THINGS REALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK, PEOPLE, THEY REALLY FUCKING DO, YO, AND I AM NOT GOING TO BEAT AROUND THE ROSEANN DELANEY BRAD MESSENGER BUSHES TONIGHT ON THIS BLOG, SO MY ADVANCE NOTICE POSTS NOW THAT I AM VERY SORRY IF PEEPS CANNOT HANDLE THE HEAT, STAY OFF OF MORIANITY AND OUT OF SOUTH FLORIDA, OLD PAL BOXER, MISTER KINCHEN!!!!!!!!!

My heart is major fucked up, and so is the chest wheezing and coughing, and all as a result of a major mother fucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT ON ME, TODAY, AND OFF AND ON NOW FOR SOME TIME RECENTLY, AND WE ALL KBNOW WHY, UNLESS WE BELIEVE IN TOOTH FUCKING FAIRIES INSTEAD OF BULLS AND BEARS AND BERRIES AND NUTS AND LOW SOUNDS ON TAPES FROM SPEED CHANGES, HUH COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS OF 1981, YO????????????? This blog is not for mickey mouse, it is for grown peeps, so anyone small who likes cheese too much, perhaps might be better off going to the home button on your keypad that takes you to the top of the blog where that nice ''NEXT BLOG'' prompt is right there for you. Stay here, and you will hear some huge true shit, I am tired of fucking pussy footing around now for five plus god dam ass years. My health is being destroyed by these monster poison gas attacks, totally covertly, and also before this began in late 1987, four and a half fucking years earlier on June the fourth of 1983, at 10:30 PM, EDST; I was struck down by the WOMO MILITUFORCE, and all of these fucking rotten ESS major enemies, whoever they all really are, but no more Mister Nice-Guy. It's time now for me to spill the beans all out of the fucking can and really begin to talk. You see, if it was not for Shirley sending me to a powerful strange medical office off of Grant Avenue in 1984, the entire universe as we know it here on this atomic signature, would be way different. Here we are supposedly the greatest superpower nation in the galaxy, and we cannot even avert a silly political pile of nonsense that is going to become a major fucking disaster, most likely. Then peeps are all running around, actually thinking that these humans could do all of these wild things talked about on the wild conspiracy theory shows, and please don't think of me as a traitor to the cause, I am a realist who is desperately attempting to point all of you in a more correct direction. Sure they have a lot of technology and yes they have incredible power and can do a lot of wild fucking shit, but without the others in the ESS that they are just a tiny part of, they couldn't find their fucking hands, Silver-Jeff. Look people, I do not know who knows what about things we just don't talk about in the entertainment world, but I think m any reading this know that I know that only one thing can save my life from these chemtrails assaults. Anyone with working ears, knows what these things have done to MC. I don't like getting on this, but if I wanted to really get into it, 1000 pages would be written, and those that know, know what I could spout off about here. If anyone out here thinks that I intend to go quietly into that good night, as they say; you can quietly fucking forget it, because I am not. If I get any sicker, I am typing the entire story, then printing it out, then sending copies to every major research laboratory in this country and ten of the top press outlets of ten of the biggest cities. If you think this is a poker bluff, then call me, mother fuckers, as Bonjovi and all of you cock suckers know there is smoke, and where there is smoke, 9 for 10, a nasty fire is burning. I feel a little bit like Doctor Julia Hoffman on ''Dark shadows'', regarding the earthquake. I was tempted last night to tell you it was going to happen and perhaps would have if I also had remembered from the last cycle around, that the WOMO would persecute me so badly today, because the little babies on the street weren't getting their way. Only real die hard DS fans will know what is being said here, so ask one if you are not one. Remember the predictions of several calamities as 1970 came in, and no, not the destruction of Haddonfield, but yes, the Sunram Eclipse? Well, think of the Earthquake as this little Dark Shadows reenactment here in what you call, ''real life''. Don't say this blog was not here to tell you first hand, Lenny McKinnon, old music inventor/promoter, and yes, my kid loves and worships you, for reasons that astound, amaze, and stymie me beyond any possible words. I really cannot believe that you are not as pissed off as I am at this jet phenomenon, Mariah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This to me is the true eighth wonder of the world, you can all have your saucers and aliens and Bluebooks and Falcon/Condor whistle blowers, as next to my story, this is all one big mother fucking pile of crap, that verifies 100% that the old adage is real and true, you know, ''There are more horses asses than there are horses''. Maybe you were right not to have too much faith in my staying totally silent, I only have one thing that can vindicate my story of truth, and that is you, great one!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, I do not see my doctor for three weeks, and have no money to risk going to some emergency room as I did in New Jersey, to get the one thing that I know will temporarily counter the chemtrail assault on my health, and that is that shit they give you where you take 6 pills the first day, then 5, then 4, and so on until six days down the road you take the one final pill. It is some type of a synthesized lung tissue steroid, don't ask, I am not doctor, only know what works to combat this death siege of SKY POISON. But as with all things, it is harder and harder to get the shit that really works, not a lot of medical peeps will write the stuff that truly will help you, and I know why, it is a huge ESS controlled CONSPIRACY. But as I said and again, we get right back to the sixties and that conversation on that super cool television show, DS, with Doctor Hoffman and Barnabas Collins, and I reiterate what Barney told Julia Hoffman, and I mean it, and to all of you; Before they get to me, I will get to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that any way you want to take it, Bill Reed and Tom Ridge, as I will do what needs to be done in order to survive, and you would do the same exact mother fucking thing, so don't even bother telling me you wouldn't or I'll spit right in your cereal. You think you're going to covertly take my mother fucking life, YOU CAN FORGET IT, AT LIGHT SPEED! Shove your fucking CAPS not working and ON & DON hack up your cunt, Frank Wunder and John Nemeth from Mars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lab Technicians, PEE CARD, ''go carefully'' Paula!!!!!!! The blind leading the blind, there is no place like this planet, Dorothy Gozzwald. Gravity, this entire thing makes me laugh out loud at a lot of decibels, Russ Deflavia. I was more than happy to wait for Dawn-Marie King to come along, more than happy, and any examiner at the Library of the Congress that digs up my shit from fucking 1975, knows it, even though it was merely the flip side of the song called, ''spirit Peace''. You taught me well how to be a loyal family person, Frank Lombardo, as I said all along; and brought up AMC ''hyper-dimensionally'' to also do, and that is that you can learn in white-matter-space from the good, and black-matter-space from the bad. Those who need to know, I'm quite confident know what is being said. The message is not for those that do not. Call it Empire State Technology if you like, EST for short. You see Cuzz, I know that your mind is able and willing to go into possibilities that many others won't go, and this is why you have 10 gaga bucks and others do not, or at least is one of the major reasons. I had you so fucked up that day whirling around in your loud helo-bird, and just thinking about this makes me spin around like Curly Howard used to do on TV. I haven't felt like doing that since PP left me that wild threatening voice-mail message some time back, AHA-AHA-AHA-MIKE MICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, this was indeed a super fucking BOTBAR day, they fucked with about ten things electronically and hacked me to death on many fronts, and hurt my health big time, I may very well die soon, maybe today, and all those culpable in various degrees, will answer fucking charges!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have no mother fucking idea what I've secretly set up for just this early departure eventuality, YO!

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a lot more fucking bullshit to do with my life and my time, than to be the number one AWEN show. This entire thing to me is a total nightmare. I did not ask my parents to both have their incredible fucking pasts and then fuck one night and bring me into this god dam ass world nine god dam ass months later, but as Paul freaking Pedersen says so perfectly, ''SHIT HAPPENS''. If Morianity is some hoax, then all I can say is that someone else and not me, is running it; as I am merely telling a true story.

If you think for a second that I wanted to lose what little fucking shit I had in this fucking world and come down here to this gods forsaken hot hell hole Florida, you're sadly ass mistaken at C-SQ! I had no idea about any of this, and was sucker punched and then suckered, into all this nightmare horrendous shit. Somebody asked me if I possibly could be dealing with Timeless Satellite entities. Sure I can be, there is no limit to what can be happening. Elizabeth Montgomery said it better than I ever could, in that great old television show, 'Bewitched', to her husband, Darren Stevens, and I quote her, ''The possibilities are endless''. They are, take my word for it, or don't; it won't change.

When I finished an old blog, Rats-Tats-and Playing Real Football, in November of 2007 to start the next blog called, 'The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version'; I was in a powerful situation with this universe or the cosmos; words are about as important as smelly fucking dog shit, you get the drift. You know lots of fucking shit was being done to me, stuff that made the wildest syfy shows look stupid and tame in comparison; and I won't bother to name it all. Yet all this time, the most powerful shit in the world had always been right there in front of me, something that I actually do share with others, as far as a common condition of human kind; but no one has figured out why it happened, and no, UFO BUFFS; it is not because the family wanted to continue the DNA of me, knowing that my life was predestined to be that of a solitary man. It was so that folks someday, if the world did not change as much as it did, only it did; would have recognized me as the one chosen to do the bidding of a powerful goddess named Jehovah, this is actually her city-name, as all, even Her, must have a city name, on the subatomic realm, or the ''Astral-Plane''. Peeps could look at me and say, WOW, he really does not give a fuck about material shit. Hay, I don't, I just play act a little here and there, but I could care fucking less about all of it. Still, a powerful thing went down that goes beyond the minds of those who think they know so very much. If the world had not altered this much from all the major ESS TRAVELERS, well; then this time line would be different. This is not to say that PEE is not alive and well in many other universes, and also that Starburn is not more than just a name in the files of the American Dowd Express Company of the Rotten Berries and Goldstein Callio's. I wish to leave this horrible game now, and have presented a valid claim, and given a World Laboratory legal number, on file with this cosmos and all of their public as well as private recording systems of the Akashic Libraries on many higher realities and altered consciousness truths. But I was not released because I was needed yet a while longer, to tarry with this universe, and many others; or so says the Great Scylla Jehovah Goddess.

In closing, I hope Scylla is not too angry with me, her (THAT-BOY) for all of his shortcomings and failures. She knows I've tried, some would word it as Lord knows, same-diff. Are there really tubes that run from high wall air conditioning units, all the way to the Pomona FAA Technical Center of super loud music blasters? Are there really magic connections from certain areas, one to another, such as RPL at State and Pierce, and the coaches locker room at Cooley Hall to the now bulldozed shop/hotel once owned by the mighty and mysterious Estelle Andersen Bassler? Well, I could answer that and a hundred other questions like it, by saying merely this, my good folks. Once upon a time the world was real. Now it is not real. But if nothing ever was real, is the not real now truth all that different from the back then truth? The apartment letters at the Dellway Arms of Oaklyn, New Jersey, is the best and most powerful cosmic clue ever, in all of this. First, it has 16 units and when I lived there, only 15 parking spaces. My number was O-15. All 16 units matched a letter to its number in the alphabet, and this is where I lived right after many wild things happened to me in Atlantic City, New Jersey in 1969, and also where I still was living at while visiting my mom's cousin and her husband, Ruth and Heinz Gottwald in 1972. The letter O is many times interchanged in the non computer world, with the numerical zero, as in VOID, the great truth, or zero-dimension. Right after I turned age 15, or shortly after December the fourth in 1969, about a week or so, was the night that my school mate, Russell Thaxton came over to this unit at 1 AM, and talked me into burning and forever destroying major evidence to what these blogs are all about, only written by an adolescent, and through the eyes of an adolescent. It was called, the 'BOOK OF BEACH'. This is where I lived when Sarah Jacobson entered into my life as well. It is where I lived when my father returned from out of the blue after a mysterious ten year disappearance down south. But it is still way more than this, or even where I met Jim burr and attended the PCI computer school in 1973. What you don't know, keeps me from being Benitar'd! Laughter is a great medicine, and feel free to keep it light, and laugh folks, but it is about as funny as riding off into hell on a big black horse, and not the Jersey Pikes.

I AM GETTING A MAJOR ASS HACK ON THE COMPUTER, AGAIN; FBI, AND OTHERS OUT HERE; ON MY SIDE OF THIS FIGHT.

For those interested, the Comcast Cable is a much better deal than the AT&T. I have a lot of interference since going wireless, and they claim it cannot be breached, but all the time, I get peeps parking outside my window with a small cellphone or tablet and they are pirating my AT&T signal. They claim this cannot be done, but when someone is selling you something, they will claim anything. I never said I was not hacked while with Comcast, but it was different. This is definitely a pirating of my signal. I have become computer literate enough to know what causes what, and how I need to boot off and back on again, sometimes as much as twice, to kick these illegal fucking bastards of my legally paid for system. Peeps that do this have a name besides a lot of curse word names. They are the ENTITLED peeps, those who feel the world and everyone in it owes them a living, and they can just go do whatever the mother fucking ell they so please, and screw all of us out here trying to survive doing it the right way, and barely scrape by and stay one inch ahead of our bills, most of the time. No, these cock suckers want it all, and to them, it is there total right to steal from the honest, all that they can. Their motto is if you can get away with something, then that something belongs to them. That is how the price works in the minds of the 'entitled'. If I can get it one way or the other, it's mine. All I wanted to do was to get onto my weather-bug-APP and check the weather out. Forgive me for breathing the mother fucking air, you dirty rotten criminals. Where are you when I need you, State Police, Fort Pierce Police, etcetera??? My life is beyond fucking hell squared, please don't allow them to make me suffer so bad I take my life. THIS IS WHY THIS DIRT BAG DOW JONES WILL NEVER STOP THIS ENDLESS BULL RALLY, OVER 30 YEARS NOW, USING THE ICPE TECK OF HURTING ME TO MAKE THEM PROSPER, IT IS SO TOTALLY FUCKING UNFAIR, and not a fucking cunt soul will listen and believe, even the same folks who scream UFO and Aliens!!!!!!!

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OK good folks, let's cut to the chase about the past 60 years, not that this does not connect into the past 60 trillion, but that is not germane to the issue at hand. Many peeps wonder many things about the Mountainpen and the Mountainpen interestingly enough, wonders a lot of things about them. Life truly is a quintessential paradox, as well as the oxymoron epitome, all wrapped up in one. There is nothing mysterious about me, but there are many mysteries that are all revolving around me, 24-7-365.2422, and a blind quadriplegic patient can see this clearly from a little reading of my various blogs, after winning a marathon race, twirling on his or her face. Nothing is impossible, we all say as a human race. Well NOTHING is very possible, and it actually is everything, weird as that may sound. Out of this nothing is an unfathomable intense desire to escape by creating a something. This process is called, in my Morianity, dreaming out and away from the great truth void as an all oneness collective. It then creates basic concepts and regulations and from there, an entire realm of MIND or thought, but not the way we on Earth think of thought or thinking. Comparing it, even though it is the same thing, other than for magnitude and intensity, we could say one grain of sand verses the entire beach. From this mind realm, we create a slightly larger world than zero-dimensional void, the subatomic, as we humans would see it looking backwards at this wild process. This is what mystics call on occasion, the Astral Plane. From here, we have an inconceivable existence, yet as we go to the trouble to both individualize out of the true oneness of US, as well as interact in a ratio of now having mind equals reality, creating the seemingly real space-time that we again, perceive in reverse while awake and alive as humans; and through all of this; energy is depleted, and we fall asleep off of this plane, and we begin to dream down into a lower truth, and this is called the fifth dimensional hyperspace. This is the magical land of virtually limitless and countless 4-D universes of space-time, each on a slightly different atomic signature of reality. This is why you and I are in our life as us, right now; you as you are reading this, and me as I am typing it. Now I did not plan to be a blogger late in 2005 and as 2006 came into being. I also did not plan to have the Quantum Future Group, leave that comment on my 'RATS TATS FOOTBALL' blog, in October of 2007. As Paul Pedersen, my ex business partner, put it so well, and quite often; ''shit happens''. He is 100% correct. It certainly does. I don't have any more answers or any less answers than any of you. However, some entity somewhere does, and has given it to me over a number of wild years. Our interaction is mysterious, and I will not even start to figure it all out, other than it is a female life form who comes here to this world for short human lives, living amongst us, and has chosen me to create Morianity, and also, has made all the things happen from my father and Einstein rubbing shoulders during the great war, to my buying the Privecode Machine, and on and on we could go, for months and months, without stopping this typing; and still not tell it all. All I can tell you, is that I did not do this, this was done. I am just a Moses, John Denver, and I love's em' young too, and won't lie about it; ROY WASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It's been going on for 30 mother fucking years, peeps!!!!!!!

Only the opening price and the rest of the trading day, is a REAL PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE, as you all can easily see. So forget about any opening words, from a great sleeping lab technician of my yesteryear's. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.