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MORIANITY PART VI, CHAPTER XLIV, I NEED YOUR HELP FCC OLD FRIEND BOB MCDOWELL SIR
MORIANITY PART VI, CHAPTER XLIV
30 OCTOBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY SIEGE AFTERNOON
I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE DEATH SIEGE PUMMELING ATTACK, FBI, ACLU, PAM BONDI FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, STATE OF FOLORIDA POLICE TROOPERS, AND LOCAL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA PEEDEE, YO YO YO, I NEED SOME MAJOR HELP, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, GUYS AND GALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL THOSE WHO LOVE TO POST PHOTOS ONTO SOCIAL MEDIA AND HAVE ACCOUNTS AND SHARE ALL OF THIS, ALL YOU COOL CONSPIRACY THEORY BUFFS AND NON FANS OF THE NEW ”CARRY GRANT” SHOW, OR NEWER AVENUES IN GOOD OLD NORTHEAST PHILLY-FIFTY-SEVEN HICKEY STICKS, YOU NEED TO ACTIVATE YOUR WEATHER BLOG OR TRY GOING ONTO MY BLOG’S JUPITER INLET AND SEE WHAT SHOTS HAVE OCCURRED ON THIS DAY OF THESE MAJOR AREA CHEMTRAILS. SEE YOU ON THE YOUTUBE, OH I FORGOT, I DON’T PLAY THOSE GAMES ANYMORE, BUT FOR THOSE WHO ENJOY ALL OF THIS NEW-AGE STUFF, HAVE A FRIKKIN’ BLAST, YO DOGS!!!!!
It is currently fucking 34 minutes past four in the non thirty-four and a half club of Cifaloglio drivers, YO; on this late mother fucking don’t do a Darius/Nick grab-choke please, boy do you and I get picked on Count Petofi, so let’s ‘box’ these bastards up, and ‘store them all high in Avalon-Bonjovi transport’, where they belong; BEFORE I END UP GETTING MYSELF FUCKING ESCOURTED OUT OF GOLDEN NEGGETS, CASINOS, STUDIOS, OR PERHAPS EVEN PHYSICAL FUCKING LIFE ALL THOGEHHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE, FLORIDA AND ACLU CIVIL RIGHTS SO-CALLED PROTECTORS AND OTHER AUTHORITIES, I DEMAND AN INVESTIGATION OF MY FIRST DEGREE PRE-MEDITATED MOTHER FUCKING MURDER, I DEMAND A FULL MAJJOR FUCKING AUTOPSY, AND THINGS WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY SET IN MOTION AFTER I AM DEAD AND NO ONE POSTS UP TO THESE BLOGS FOR A PERIOD OF TWENTY-DAYS, FOR ANY REASON, UNLESS A FUTURE BLOG MAKES THAT PERIOD OF TIME, NULL AND VOID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LATER ON, I WILL TELL SO MANY HUGE FUCKING THINGS THAT THEY DON’T WANT SAID, IT IS GOING TO TOTALLY BLOW THE FUCKING MINDS OF ALL OF MY MORIANS AND ALL OTHERS, SO BE FOREARMED AND FOREWARNED ABOUT THIS RIGHT MOTHER FUCKING NOW, WOMO AND MO!!!
THESE TIME TRAVELING SCUM BAGS MAKE ME SICK TO MY FUCKING HALLOWEEN FUCKING COPYRIGHTED STOMACH. SO DO PEEPS WHO WANNA’ KEEP THEIR DAM ED GREEN JOB TOO MUCH THAN TO TELL ME SHIT BACK WHEN IT REALLY COUNTED AND NEEDED TO KNOW IT, TANKS FOR NOTHING, YO LOUDASS MOTHER FUCKING NAVARONIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS BY WIPING OUT THIS FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE AND PLANET, I WILL TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROY YOU FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
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FBI, ACLU, FTC, FCC, ALL AUTHORITIES, THIS IS A SIX MOTHER FUCKING DAY STRAIGHT ATTACK NOW, FIRE ALARMS, SLAMMING JERK OFF NEIGHBORS OUT IN MY HALLWAY FROM THUGVILLE, NEW HIPHOP YORK, MAJOR COMPUTER FUCKING HACKING, THIS IS A TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS, CUNT LAPPERS, CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL. FUNNY TOO, QUANTA-WAVES, I PASTE THIS IN, SO FAR ALL DAY, NOT ONE SLAMMED DOOR, AND POW, IT STARTS UP AT 4:44, YES, ALL WE NEED NOW IS THE GLOBE FUCKING TROTTERS, OR MAYBE GREAT SUPER-GIRL, POWERFUL ARMS, JENNIFER, NONHORSE.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE READ MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 44, PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY, YO!!!
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A CHILD CAN MATCH THE PERSECTUION I GET WITH THESE CHARTS FROM THE FUCKING CUNT EATING STOCK ILLEGAL MANIPULATED ICPE-APE- MARKETS. A RUNNY NOSED PUNK OF AGE 4 CAN SEE THIS!!!
THE ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA AND ME:
I AM GETTING MOTHER FUCKING SUPER SICK OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, PEEPS!
HERE WE GO AGAIN, CLUELESS AMERICAN KIDS, OLD AND NEW, MIZZ KIM LOVELY WILD, YO YO!!!!!!
So exactly what is happening to me, and exactly why, and who exactly is behind it, and can Morianity ever have the dimmest hope of sleuthing its way to the Gozzwald Movie Answers, from the early nineteen-seventies???? If only I was able to go back into mother fucking time and see that movie that my family all went out to see that night. I am starting to wonder about a lot of fucking things, © Office Examiners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what this fucking shit is worthy of, ”right here and right now”, my lovely Anita VanBuren, and that would be thissssss, ERICA. A great fucking big *******************W—–O—–W!*******************
Yes, while there is some daylight left, try and see the fucking hell I went through with today’s major sky persecution, and do not think I am not getting some wild ass pussy command, and it is only starting, and I fully plan to take advantage of it, so long as it is legal age and up, no more Rikers Island or slamming shit for me, wow are these fucking dirt bags picking on me today on this MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAQR TIMES 6 DAY, JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST ALL CUNT EATING MIGHTTY, GOD IS SATAN IN MY FUCKING BOOKS, AND MY FUCKING BOOKS ARE FUCKING TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, I WILL FUCKING DIAL 911 AFTER POSTING THIS UP, I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are going to be a lot of mother fucking dead people begore all this shit is all fucking said and done, I promise you that, folks!!!!!!!!
WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.Anyone can join, and the price is ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FREE.
Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
- Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
- Morianity Foundation
- The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
- To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
- RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK ON THE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS, YO YO YO!!!
About me:
| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | paranormal researcher |
| Location | Hammonton, New Jersey, United States |
| Introduction | Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. |
| Interests | I close my mind to nothing |
| Favorite Movies | all old movies |
| Favorite Music | most old music |
| Favorite Books | Gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future |
You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother.Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let’s see what we can do, to take a bite out of all this for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.
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WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????
”Me from 1985”, I’m Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
© THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
HERE IS WHAT IS HAPPENING FOLKS, TO THE POOR PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN, THIS WEEK AND TODAY; BEFORE WE EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING THIS ANY GOD DAM ASS FURTHER DOWN THE PIKE, YO FOLKS.
BOY COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE WOW.
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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
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HELLO WITCH HALLOWEEN SATAN, IHY GUTS!!!!!
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HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is OCTOBER 30.
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AND YES LOVELY DAUT, I AM HAVING A SUPER ATTACK BOTBAR TIMES 4, PLEASE FIND ME AND HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!!
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.
We’ll come back to this one, no matter how much WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE does not want me to; believe THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Rottenberry, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
AND NOW, IT IS NOW. WE ARE COMING BACK. This is what I want you to slowly begin reading, these blogs that follow that are from a while back, and are chopped up so you will not have to read a ton of shit yet still managing to get some real drifts about why all of this is illegally being covertly done to me, by total jerk off fucking pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a lot more going on than just what this washcloth family from hell has seemingly done to me, only to connect it all into Wall Street and New York City, we must honestly reexamine the great day of terror, nine-eleven, back in 2001. The 4 planes were on 4 missions, two brought down the two towers, one hit the great capitol city, another ”symbolic great city of the Almighty Scylla”, and yet the plane that did not make it to its ”real” planned location, would have it it had made it, struck another of ”SCYLLA’S GREAT CHAIN CITIES”, ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. The United States © Office has tapes from my Epitome of Harassment projects from 1988 and 1989, titles were misspelled, and is why you see the (SIC) in parenthesis on the © forms that I paste into my blogs, it stands for, ”SPELLED IN-CORRECTLY”. On these tapes is time travel proof of Donna Summer the great disco diva, already knowing about the day of terror and the song was all about the following day, the twelfth of September. Shortly after I sent this down, those who know powerful Masonic truths about this evil nation, began striking these two dollars or twin towers, same astral reality; shortly afterwards, there were several attacks, the basement bomb, and others we do not all know about and have not all been told about for obvious reasons having to do with not panicking millions of people unnecessarily.
All right, enough said about the great WASHCLOTH PEOPLE, except that, David Druggie, sir, former boss at the Austin Hunt Harvest; he told me for no reason while I was stocking a shelf aisle and doing my job, in front of his pal Darius Evans of the Deezy Slim rapper company, that you can search-page them on Youtube any time, and I quote, ”Mark, go wash your hands”, and he said this to me for absolutely no reason at all, no worldly reason. Yeah sure, uh-huh, WASH, my hands, and if I had been at home and not on a job in a public bathroom, this would mean to grab a washcloth, I do not know how you all wash, but I always take a fresh washcloth and get it all soaped up in the sink and then really wash up, Michael Germhater Jackson Style, and then rinse off after I hang the cloth up on the rack, with clean flowing new un-soapy water. Well, it took me long enough Scylla to get all of your great messages, from your great Earthly done material, and from your middle 2008 Earthly web-site, but I sooner or later always do get around to ”GETTING IT”, don’t I brown eyed girl, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So who and what and why, is after me, well; let us go back to that early nineteen seventies night up in Babylon, New York, to the home of my late mom’s cuzz, Ruth Huntington Gottwald Gozzwald Oswald. Everything all connects together; this is the law of subatomic forces and energies. We either are at our true state of lack of all dimensions, or existence without Full Moon Mayors interactions, (EWI) with a little joke between the Wolf-Gang of L&O-SVU and myself; TEE-HEE-HEE LILLY; or we are, when not ruining newly purchased round end-tables from Good Will Stores, and cutting our-self into refrigerator slivers; living where things burst out from this nothingness, into a fabulous fantastic non-trumped marvelous DREAM INTERACTION, and so to maintain this, we cannot be doing it as a oneness, yet in truth, behind the OZ-CURTAINS of this wild dream-out; lays the connectedness of all things or Quenergies, or newly discovered ‘quantum force energies’, to be more futuristic and precise, folks, YO! Before Nick grabs me by the throat, and takes me back to 1968, or wherever he may feel compelled to take me; or not him, but one of his very advanced other selves, in the vast and unfathomably huge hyperspace; as I seriously doubt over here, that either he, or anyone else in the entire family has these abilities; but then to quote hyperspace Diana, or Lightning; between the midnight action, and the chain reaction; some might say the song that I wrote in 1969 called, ”That’s The Way It Goes”, is also, part of these quenergies. Whether it be Hyper-Space-Equation, or double-doppelganger-Hyper-Space-Me’s, or High School Musicals of MONSTER-ASS DISNEY HIGH DEF, or even lovely KALI, or lovely Cali Lewis, on the demo instruction CD’s; all connects all, and if you open up your mother fucking minds for second number one, I will try and show you some of this incredibly wild full sucking shit!!!!!!!!!!
In late August of twenty Marola ten, AKA 2010, I drove over to the Radio fucking Shack store, to buy a few cables, to connect some audio-video stuff; and I let some ass wipe store clerk, talk me into buying something, that he said would make my TV appear much clearer and better in picture quality, no matter what kind of cheap shit I may have. Well about a week ago, I opened this thing up that I bought, thinking it was some kind of a small device, and instead, it is a MONSTER CABLE with these really cool ends, supposedly to be used to connect digital video recorders (DVR) up with digital high definition television systems, and to make it all work, you need to subscribe to hi-def-TV, and all your sources must be hi-def. It was a total rip off. But was it a total cosmic rip off, folks? I opened it, and inside along with the cable, was a CD instruction video; and on that, lovely Cali Lewis, a real goddess to put it politely, WOW, you are lovely and built like a goddess, if I was 40 years younger, I’d be madly in fucking love. Aniwho, I came to learn about Monster, monster-ass recordings, and Ding-Fire man and his Disney-Nick connections; all from opening a little ditty thing that’s been idly sitting in this apartment since I moved in; and was sitting in a pile of AV connection plugs and chords, for almost the entire time that I lived up in the hood, before here; up at Avenue E, and 26th Street, YO! What make these wild JAMES REDFIELD THINGS HAPPEN, some are asking me, and even Redfield himself does not really truly understand the full 100% scope of all of this? Yes, the answer is quenergies. Another word from more than 100 years away, in many other parallel universes. I do a lot of exploring when I am ”sleeping/dreaming”, folks. I am not always, but many times, I admit to going to bed as a fully registered, fully licensed, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON!!!Now we could go on and on, but I need to tell you what my fucking jerk off bastard enemies did to me today. First they were noisy. Then I posted a blog up that did absolutely no fucking good at all in my fight against this mother fucking rotten ass EVIL EMPIRE, and then I went out to three places, to do a few small errands. A fucking 285 pound man who is short, has difficulty buying a belt that will fit. I am tempted to buy a cheap ice pick, and drill my own holes nearer to the start of the belt, but I doubt this will do much good. You can use this as you take weight off, but in the opposite direction, you simply run out of room, as most belts don’t even want to fucking go around my big ass fucked up ugly body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried to do something else, when this bombed out; and then that bombed out also. I was trying to look up a friend from the old job at the AARP Harvest Job. Her name is Sandra, and she has very odd and staggered hours at a local town department store. Then for trying to do this, and the WOMO MILITUFORCE knows everything, don’t fucking ask me how, as I don’t fucking know folks, sorry; already dissipated pre-chemtrailed skies became alive with brand new trails in front of me as I headed to my final errand. They went too far, as when I got there, three very lovely women treated me like a king. This is what happens when THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS WON’T STOP PICKING ON ME WITH THIS FUCKING CUNT SUCKING STOCK MARKET DICK EATING BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it is worse than ever since many many mother fucking months, up on this October 28 day, I have not seen a 4-DAY-BOTBAR-STRING all year I do not think, maybe there was one other one early in the year, I’d have to check my calendar later, and I plan to, YO.
I am not at all looking forward to the rest of this fucking shit, great beautiful tall ‘Twinbay’, or this one either on October fucking thirty, mischief day and night and this is exactly what this entire day has been about for fucking me!Speaking of Twinbay, if you are out there, and I doubt it as no one seems to give a fucking rats ass if I live or die, I am just an object to be mocked and scoffed; but IF you’re out there, Jennifer Washburn; I sure wish you had a better system in place to protect those like me with mental fucking deficits. You provide aid and comfort for those who you proclaim to be physically in need of help, and ”that is a debatable point”, to also quote Macy’s Santa Claus, while he speaks to young Alfred in the Macy Employees Cafeteria, in the movie; ‘Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street’; but when it comes to protecting the mentally frail such as myself; you allow us at our most mother fucking vulnerable moments to be plucked up by criminals and bottom feeding quintessential scum like the KING FAMILY BRANCH of the great almighty TAWF; and be totally wiped out and destroyed. You let those poor other folks be tortured too, remember folks how many and they all don’t make the press news, believe that; who were eventually caught kidnapping and stealing all of the monies, from social security victims. I too was in this category, just the circumstances in my case were slightly more involved and ‘intricate’, PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes at a minute shy of 2 PM, the nabes began slamming their door, and I’m quite positive when the markets close and I go up to check and verify on the DJIA charts, that this was again indeed, a time of WOMO’s necessary Mark Wayne Mohr persecution, to keep their wicked fucking stock market endlessly going higher forever and ever and ever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I queried the great Gawky Gaukauk ”Lottery Cat”, and he told me through a randomly selected deck of playing cards, and two random draws of cards from ace-1 through 9, while thinking my question to him silently, day or night, Christmas Gramps, and singing tree angels, 1971-2013; ‘Full Moonprick’ of forces stopping all things I try to do to learn major shit, my old pal TEA. Yes I have a video taping machine, and healed up fingers; just no more 1986 American Appliance Refrigerators, or graffiti on local saving store walls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho Flo Poolbox, I asked the magical cat why I suffered the attack this afternoon, with the dirt bag roach sleaze neighbors?
I was then given the MEOW response of converted English words to, Private Cosmicoded Number 624. Here are my main matching list items for this PCN good peeps, YO.
TWO EMPTY LETTERS, MOCKINGBIRD LANE, ‘LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS’ DREAM.
Then I bravely decided to ask another question of GAGA-KITTY, and my query went like this. Just exactly why did these entities come to me, while I was staying at Tom Reale’s sicko home, on Cornwall Avenue, in the summer time of 1970; in series of dreams, somehow without ever speaking it to me, and telepathically referring to themselves as ”THAT FAMILY”; that I have changed to the abbreviation of TAWF?
My kitty said back to me, MEOW, PCN-473. Here are my matching list items for for this PCN good folks.
OLD UPLINE WOMAN REMEMBERING HER TEENAGE YEARS, HADDONWOOD SWIMMING POOL, WIFE.
Then with still even more bravado good people, and true Morians, if any; I asked a third and final question to my cat, the mighty and incredible Gawky Gaukauk, AKA GAGA for short; give me a break ‘lady’; the poor cat was born this way!
Hay GAGA, why does every single mother fucking thing in my entire life always go totally wrong no matter how fucking ass hard I cunt sniffing try in this life, to stay out of trouble, and make improvements to my miserable existence, over a 50 year period, since age 8 or 9 years?
MEOW, PCN-264 came my answer, and here are my matching list items for this PCN, good peeps.
ENEMIES BROKE MY CAR USING SECRET TECHNOLOGY, FAMILY CURSE, GOOD GIRL BUM, PARLOR TRICK, MARIE OSMUND, PRETTY CURLS, QUEEN OF BLUE, NEW YORK CITY
Yes, if you can hear me, hyperspace TRAVELERS who intentionally are ‘working nights’, and AKA TYPE 3 EXPLORATRONS,I know a lot of things about why you all got together and created the greatest law show in the history of the entire Entertainment World system, or the (EW), right after my visit to the Camden County Prosecutor; and even how my S-DAY-LAUDER nightmares of 1984 and 1985, all fit into this; along with my two very very distant cousins, Trump and Stuart; and the Macy connection. On the Astral-Plane, words ending in an ACEY sound, always have a connection to and or with, great energy and power, ACEY and PIGLOPEY, are the same exact word on the ASTRAL-PLANE, at least in the Province Olympia, and many of the neighboring provinces of all six directions around it.
I will ask the cat why this is all happening to me and come back on a later blog with a lot of mind fucking blowing shit, for all you Morians and non-Morians out here reading these fucking blogs, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, let us wrap up this nightmare bullshit, my Morians and Lessians and any and all Inbetweenians. Time travel has been going on since long before both this planet and this universe was ever placed here, not that it ever was, by our reference point inside of this fucking nasty ass mess. For right now, ”MY” hearing the word ”MY”, Marcy Levy, 6 years after you ripped me off with your Gibb BEEGEE brother scum, and I got ”MY” self Hebe-Black-Listed as a result of making trouble for the theft of ”MY” song, Lenny and Chevy; and all hacks, chases, and strange banker families appearing out of nowhere nearly a year ago, yes Mister Macy, here we are again with another one, if you don’t mind, or, for that matter, even if you do, to sort of quote that goddess Jennifer Hudson,
W—O—W!
Well folks, the real power story begins when we look at the blogs from late in 2007 into the first half of 2008, and this is just what is going to happen, good people. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING TO BE STARTING UP, and boy are enemies gonna’ be sorry as stinky turds being toilet flushed! ”OH SHIT”, just like that cool fat dude on the syfy show does so fucking well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOORS DOORS DOORS, WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING HUMAN LOW LIFE ROACHES I MUST LIVE WITH HERE IN THIS HELL!!!!!!!
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YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO GIBBSBORO, NEW JERSEY, BRENDA MOORE, DO IT, MMMM!!ALL ORDERS, ALL TECKS, DESIRE KEY SET AT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, PULL POWER GAIN IS SET AT MAXIMUM INFINITY 11.8 IPNS. HEAR THE TWO A/B EMPOWERMENT TONES, COMPUTER, IN MY VOICE PRINT NOW AS I SPEAK-TYPE THIS,
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Holy Christmas trees and Cooley Hall Singing Tree Angels, you wanna’ know some shit that may really make you jump up and take notice? Fine!!!!!
”Star Trek”, is miraculously scientifically ahead of its time as though it also is part of the ESS, yet I am going to blow you away and tell you that they are not in the ESS. I have done my major extensive and quite exhaustive research on them, and they are nothing like what you would expect. As Nurse Chapel Roddenberry and the voice of their computers knows well from being married to this extremely suigenerous man, Gene; knows well from the episode where she was in love with a man who had died, but had transferred his beingness into an android, the great Rock Equation Episode, as I call it, staring the great LURCH from the Adams Family; a really cool ass dude, and not just because ”I better say that”. He said to her something that went over the heads of even all of them, the creators and producers and writers of this fantastic hit television show of the past. He said, ”I’m in here, Christina”. When Misses Roddenberry and all the others of these real cave days despite all your computers and phone genies and all of it, wake up and smell and drink a pot or three of coffee, maybe, just cunt eating MAYBE, you will see the truths of MORIANITY spoken so far. I am no perfect ass person, and I sure don’t claim to know it all. Fuck the Bruce Pennock’s of the world who may think otherwise of me, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT! BUT, I do know what I know, and this is what I know. Morianity is telling a powerful truth, and believe me folks, I ain’t the author of it, and could never make asshole Eddie understand this back in 2006 and 2007. If something went wrong and my blog got fucked up, he would say, write it again; and I would look at him and say, ”Are you kidding?” I can barely keep pace in my typing, the mind-realm is saying these things for these nearly fucking eight years now. Sure I am in control and am fully lucid and here; but I am also INSIDE, CHRISTINE; I’m inside of myself, and I am aware and awake, ‘BUT’ don’t ask me to make big revelations twice, YO. If something fucks up, it is never going to be repeated the way it originally was meant to be. Morianity is bigger than MARK WAYNE MOHR, and THAT is a PROMISE, peeps!!!!! I have been told the Christian Bible was written in this very similar fashion, and unlike you out there who some may believe this and some may scoff at this, but I KNOW THIS, as it is actually, literally, HAPPENING FUCKING TO ME, SIR, JAMES T. BURR, OF FUCKING GLOUCESTER, NEW JERSEY!
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
Friday, August 8, 2008 ***88888888888888888888888***
”Pigs raised by pigs equals TNG pigs”
”PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS TNG-PIGS” TEOHIV/TIMCAM—-DATFILE–080808.777 AKA (August 8, ’08)
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Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through. I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, http://www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong. This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. *****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.*****
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- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness
GO WASH YOUR HANDS, RED HENNINGSEN
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