MORIANITY
PART 6
CHAPTER
29
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BEGINNING
THE BLOG, YO YO YO!
Things
were a little better today, but the damage was done yesterday, and
through APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT OR APE TECK, THE EVIL FUCKING WOMO
MILITUFORCE got its way huge time with a huge bullish surge on their
evil rotten fucking DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES STOCK MARKET, AS
YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE BELOW ON THE CHART.
About me and the parallel event with the stock market, folks!!!
W—O—W,
what a bullish rally on my poor old back via APE.
On
top of that, I no sooner told how you needed to go up and look at the
Jupiter inlet Maps, and AGAIN, they took it down. IT IS THEIR FUCKING
WORLD PEEPS, I CANNOT FIGHT IT, I CAN ONLY FUCKING DIE AND BE
MURDERED, WHICH AND WITCH IS EXACTLY WHAT IS GONNA' MOTHER FUCKING
HAPPEN TO ME, GOOD PEEPS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
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When
the cat is away, the mice always play!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DIANA ARTEEMIS???
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Between
half past one and two this after fucking noon, a huge chemtrail was
observed to my east, over Hutchinson Island South, while I was
getting into my vehicle to shop for a few grocery items that finish
out what I needed for the month of mother fucking
Ockmiserytober!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, at least it was only this
one, but they have taken down my Jupiter Inlet Cam again, and all of
its magical Rats Tats Football leprechaun's. Mike McNulty, you may
sir, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ya'buttwipe!
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it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, TRY AND REMEMBER.
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 KNOW
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 anyone reading this knows that I
know, that only one thing can save my life from these chemtrail
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 a doctor. I 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!
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!!!!!!!
W---O---W
ARE
YOU READING ME ON SOME PLACE OTHER THAN BLOGGER, AND WISH TO READ ME
THERE? WELL, CLICK THE LINK THEN, YO, RIGHT BELOW, AND MAKE IT SO,
EYE PLUNK MOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*****MARK
WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3*****
''I
am sort of like a Moses'', to quote the late and great
folk singer of yesteryear, Mister John Lovezemyoung Denver, of the
great awesome and seemingly quite troubled since the nineties came
rolling in, Color Red, Native Tribe translated to our wonderful state
called, DUH, yes you got it peeps, COLORADO!!!!!!! We suffer, you and
me, huh M.
OH
GOD, LIFE FUCKING
COCK SUCKING
SUCKS!!
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I
TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA, I TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA, I TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA,
I TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA, AS LONG AS THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE HAS ME TO
MOTHER FUCKING ENDLESSLY PICK ON AND CUNT LAPPING PERSECUTE,
24-7-365.2422, THE DOW JONES MARKETS WILL KEEP RIGHT ON GOING
ENDLESSLY UP AND YUP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND
EVER AND EVER, AND FOR NO REAL REASON BASED ON ANYTHING THAT MAKES
ANY MOTHER FUCKING SENSE. WE ARE AT ALL TIME RECONRD HIGHS NOW OR
JUST BELOW THEM, AND THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT IS FALLING FUCKING APART.
THERE IS NO REASON THE STREET CAN GIVE FOR THESE BULLISH MOVES FOR
RECENT TIMES, NONE WHATSOEVER, SO I HAVE TO BE TELLING THE FUCKING
TRUTH ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING CUNT CHEWING YEARS, THERE IS NO WAY
YOU CAN HAVE THE CAKWE AND EAT THE CAKE, PICK A SIDE, LOVELY JAN
BRADY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I am picking a blog at pure random to prove something huge to all of
you that indeed, space-time-mind is real, and that you exist, and you
are gravity. All things connect because of this powerful truth, and
the escaping lawtrons from the void infinity, never stops working its
leprechaunical magic throughout the entire cosmos. As they push out
from less than nothing, this acts on spaces beyond it like tiny
little coils, and then they domino out also like bigger ones, and
this is what keeps the cosmos from being gravitationally pushed back
into the void, all things balance out. Someday soon, the medical
dream will be explored, MC.
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0267
KING
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“EVERYTHING
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Folks,
at half past one this afternoon, ANOTHER NASTY LOUD FIRE ALARM WENT
OFF. As I said, and will now reiterate on this Sunday afternoon, with
or without my daughter with me at the aquarium; Mizz-H, and as I
speak, a loud and low aerial assault is striking me at my residence
at precisely mother fucking seven minutes past two, this weekend
DEATH SIEGE BOTBAR FUCKING HELL, is monstrous, deplorable,
despicable, abominable, insatiable, horrendous, and comes from
WOMO-SATAN, same thing, this thing or whatever it truly is, will
always be, and endlessly remain; without one pico-ounce of humanity
or heart, or without shame or conscience, sinking not to any known
low, as any known or dreamed of low by any other NON-WOMO enemy, is
mountaintops and Hubble telescope ranges away, in distant and
unfathomable great heights. Yes, as I said before, there was a new
fire-alarm-system implemented a short while ago, and I was speaking
to the installer in my own apartment on the day that my unit was
being switched over to the new system, and was told that far less
alarms will go off now, as they are less sensitive than before; just
as safe, just less false positives so to speak. The Housing Authority
is fined by the township for every single time the Fire Company needs
to come out and switch things off after examining carefully for
safety, whose apartment triggered the alarm, as that is the way that
this system is designed. I know very well, that the change, all
though I cannot officially ever measure it for two reasons, one is
that I am not always at home, and two, no data was collected and
stored by me before the change, but I am not a stupid dummy either;
and thus can reasonably say with good accuracy, that basically if any
change or reduction has occurred, it is 5 or maybe 10 percent tops,
and this could be combinations of wishful thinking, variances caused
by my happening to be home or not home, and so forth. However, a man
came up to me on my job who may be a Fort Pierce Fireman, I am
leaving things there. He seemed to know about the Hammer-Man and his
hostility against and towards me ever since he took his mallet to my
1994-Saturn hubcap, outside of the psychic shop in west Deptford, New
Jersey, in June of 1996; when he was a mere lad of fifteen and two
thirds years of age. All anyone has to do, is to pay someone to
'accidentally burn their food', or really; be a lot cleverer than
this, and never directly, but through friends of friends, as this
really would not even be all that much of an impressive 'magic
trick', all though the illusion appears to be so powerfully magic, to
use the words of Mister Ron Wirtz, the dude who I dealt with back in
the nineteen-nineties, from the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in
New Jersey; after first meeting him, and his side kick; Donna
Spinosi, on the 5th day of freaking December, in the
just-pre L&O days, in 1989, wow, the ideas I give to these
people, the (EW) and others, Jeepers-creepers, golly gash darn gee
whiz willagars, and other copyright owned material of the Mountainpen
from 1988 and 1989. But folks, speaking of magic tricks, let us
discuss a major powerhouse topic, MAGIC, as our TRS for this day's
counterstrike for somebody's paid for, over cooked lunch; here at the
PHA Building at 7th and Avenue B, in 'FTPFLUSAESMWG', or Fort
Wonderful Pierce, Florida, United States of America, Planet Earth,
System Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, or really, Galaxy Galaxy, as the
SIDEWALK SCIENTISTS KNOW, along with how the formula of the great
mind of Einstein, known as 'energy is equal to mass times the speed
of light squared', has been a bit misunderstood, by those with high
school diplomas, and degrees beyond that; and it really is quite a
fascinating documentary to watch, and I hope really feverishly; that
the Public Broadcasting Network, re-airs this again, in my local area
soon; and on a channel not fixed by COMCAST, to be non-recordable on
all VCR's that have no built in tuners, since they are impossible to
get anymore, gee, I wonder why; like DUH.
Magic
is a major thing. Both the great Gene Roddenberry of STAR TREK knew
it, and so did his people; and so do the people that are financed
through the purse strings of E.P. Mister Dick Wolf, of all the
fantastic “Law & Order” television shows, that all 'Sabrina
Collins', sprang into Lauderdale-Action, and existence; right after
my original contact with my own Jack McCoy, or actually, CCP, ADA,
Ronald Wirtz, in Camden, New Jersey. What a name for a great Florida
fort, no loud drums, no one getting pierced, just aquarium rhymes
from a wonderful long ago Tuesday afternoon, huh, EW? Symbolic truth
is as powerful or nearly as powerful, as is the great GAWNUM, folks.
After-all, I was on the AMTRACK train one day, in the middle of
December of 1983; heading down to visit my RPL-Chief Recording
Engineer, in Orlando, Florida, Mister Howard Solomon; still known by
the Elders in the great RIAA, (the music industry) to outsiders, and
buyers, and most fans; and ended up chasing my Fort Daughterdale out
onto some strange roads in Washington-13-DC, trying to make her give
me back my glorified lap-top, invented by a cousin of her great mom,
who gave me one of her many fake names in the sixties, Paula. When
things did not work out too well between Howard and myself, at his
home in Orlando; I called my Uncle John Mason, of Fort Daughterdale,
and he came up and picked me up, and brought me down there for
several days, and then put me back onto the AMTRACK train north, to
30th Street in Philadelphia; where I then met up with the
great eminent and illustrious Jim Burr; who then proceeded to
transport me back home to my apartment, at Robin Hill in Voorhees
Township, New Jersey; Apartment number 506. Now speaking of the TV
show called, “LAW AND ORDER”, that undoubtedly was the greatest
law-show ever; surpassing even Perry Mason; and running for the
magical 21 years in its original non spin off show; I was watching
this show yesterday, on my local lineup on the COMCAST CABLE, oh and
don't panic Comcast; I dropped your bill under the dining table, and
found it Saturday; and threw it into the building's outgoing U.S.
mail slot, along with another bill; that will arrive before being
late, so I am very sorry that your payment will be a week late, as
this was certainly not intentional, I promise; but moving this along
now; CHANNEL-18-FORT 'PIERCE', 'OUCH'; learn to get a sense of humor
and laugh Paul, this is why you are sickly and I, being the same age
as you, am healthy; by the way sir; but on this channel-18, was an
afternoon marathon of Criminal-Intent L&O, with the dude I dig so
much, and call Detective Genius; and by the way, a few blogs back,
the word was supposed to read the word 'DETECTIVE', but Satan made
it come out 'DECEIVE', to make me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut, and
wreck even more, my shotty credibility. If I was 3-6 years old, we
could make this read the way spellchecker wants it to read for
whatever reason, my snotty credibility. Kids and runny noses, its
like death and taxes; all parents know that. Still, let us resume the
topic of magic, as it is a major TRS for this day's attack, and the
total fucking ruination of my entire mother fucking weekend. I had
never seen this one particular episode until yesterday afternoon. It
was the one with the dude who tried to be buried underground for a
month, in order to eclipse similar and previous magic tricks; and he
was murdered for his trouble. After the show, I began doing some soul
searching, with magic and parlor tricks in general, tricks used by
psychics; and so forth. Drugs are used by most people in the RIAA.
There is no other way the Tubercular RA, and her peeps; would have
agreed to help you bilk me out of nearly ten thousand dollars, Paula
YOU witch, of Glendorawica, New Jersey. I tried running a scam on
her, and she saw right through it,and now I know why she was able to;
and have put together trillions of things in my life. I no longer
believe in any of this religion and Christianity bullshit. It all is
a huge parlor hoax, filled with mixes of technology and skilled
illusions. Also, thank you Patrick Jane, all though I do not totally
understand all of the tricks, the placing in my mind the day on the
bus when I saw the wonderful Glorious Sarah Pipe, near the Ruffo
Ford; was ingenious. So was your totally marvelous fabulous trick,
that trumped all tricks in 1969, well, both of them; but the real
eclipsing stunt, will need to remain out of blogging range, for now;
for purposes of my personal safety, like DUH. The one that I can
openly discuss here, without getting Jesus, Joseph, and Mary
involved; or similar stunts and antics; is the incredible way you
pulled off absconding my motorcycle chain. Here is the exposure of
the trick folks, after 6 years of blogging, and 40-plus years of my
going nuts over it, and all along, it was no more than a simple
“MI-PARLOR-STUNT”, right Pat?
In
early December, in the year of 1969; while attending the Bancroft
School, on Hopkins Lane, just off of Kings Highway, in Haddonfield,
New Jersey, USAESMWG; I was approached by a woman who shone some type
of strange necklace at me, and it was filled with colored glass that
reflected a brilliant early morning, and just pre-winter-time, low
angled sun. The colors were brilliant, and also nearly blinding. I
began to hear an echoed voice that seemed to skip, and then, I was
asleep, or almost; barely able to stand up. The lady had to grab my
arm to prop me in a continual standing position. I had just
hypnotized a fellow male student at this school a few weeks before,
somewhere between 2-6,or at least this is the best that I remember;
and I also remember getting into incredible trouble for this deed.
The same lady that practically took off my head for performing this
hypnosis on my fellow student, Doctor Knipe; if memories are not
altered or tampered with; was now hypnotizing me. She took my keys to
my apartment, and demanded that I tell her the combination of the
padlock in my bedroom closet, to my strongbox, where my special
chain, and BOB; were both carefully hidden from the world. She then
told me that on lunch break, I was to go into her automobile and it
will be unlocked on the rear passenger side, and look underneath a
folded newspaper; and take my keys back, that she will have placed
there; and then just put the newspaper back, lock the car door, and
close it; and as it closes, the clicking sound will make me totally
forget the entire encounter, making me wonder how I got to the
parking lot during lunch break, 50 yards down the Hopkins Lane from
where I normally hung out with my friends. Sure enough, this all did
happen, and she made a duplicate key, and with the combination of the
padlock, she was able before lunch time, to drive the less than three
miles over to my Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment on Oakland Avenue, at
the Dellway Arms apartments, apartment #O-15; and the letters
matched the numbers, 1-16, and A-P by the way, something I never ever
saw before, and I have lived all over the world as cousin Melanie
Safka would put it so eloquently, huh Paula Lovely Duplicates King?
All in less than an hour's time, this deed was done. Doctor Knipe
knew fully well, that my mom worked over at the world famous then,
Lavino Shipping Company of Philadelphia, that no one else was in the
household, thus with me there at school, as she was our principle,
and my mom at work across the Delaware River over in
Philly-57-Hickey-Hockey-Sticks, she was safe to use her BRAND NEW
KEY, to get inside the apartment, go to my closet in the bedroom,
open my strongbox, and take out the chain; and then leave, with no
evidence of the deed ever being done. Only the Patrick Jane's, and
the Paula Uwich's of the world; could pull off such mastered
trickery, and super ass parlor con games; I mean really, making me
see this all this time, as so magical; but I am not done yet, Red
Colorado John Henningsen Lois Foca Goddess Jehovah Scylla Rock-Singer
Google!!!!
It
would take me another couple of years, before my moms coworker,
Patricia Hollister, put me cleverly onto the FASCITAR. This is all
told on many prior blogs from years ago, I have no time now to
reiterate any ODF these details, maybe later on another future blog I
will. The Fascitar is a powerful method of doing Astral-Projection,
and then moving onto the Astral Plane, or remaining in the
hyperspace, and being able to cause many effects, something too cool
to believe; until you too, practice these magical arts, and parlor
tricks. Don't judge my words yet, as you are just in an infancy stage
of learning some really fucking powerful stuff, with or without
clearing your dry and suffering throats folks. Have mercy on me
General Ulysses, your great great granddaughter is in on all this,
you know, here in Florida, sir, not up north, YO. Paula King took the
Fascitar far beyond where anyone else on this planet ever has,
creating an Astral Plane family and city, and is now in charge of
many worlds here in the realm of the waking and physical. The bible
and the Christianity cult is the biggest deception, hoax, and parlor
trick, since MI DAUGHTER was born, and met me at age 16, for the 2nd
time; in Manhattan. I am happy you could do so much with that tape,
MI wonderful BEG, you know, President Bush's favorite song was Brown
Eyed Girl, ask his parlor trick election-counts, following
administration peeps. They may even share all sorts of goodies with
you. Do not worry about me, if the Ding Man shows up around here, he
knows he is headed straight for the Everglades, one way!!!! You just
take care of you. I will do all the things that you told me, so tell
Chicky's boss, I got the message, and will always obey my TQ.
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AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, MZ. BONDI?
Blog
ends here, YO YO!!
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