DECEMBER
21, 2013,
EARLY
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:20
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
*''NEIGHBORS
FROM CUNT SUCKING HELL NEVER STOP''*
BANG
SLAM BANG SLAM IN AND OUT IN AND OUT SHOUT SHOUT IN AND OUT, NABES
FROM FUCKING HELL HAVE BEEN BAD AGAIN FOR WEEKS, IT HAD BEEN BETTER,
AND NOW I DO NEED TO GO MONDAY TO THE SHERIFF, AND CRY AND CRY AND
GET SOME ACTION HERE, BEFORE I GO TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING NUTS AS
SHIT.
Nightmares
were also pretty fucking cunt horrible all night last night.
Basically, it looks like every mother fucking day for the rest of
this mother fucking year is gonna' be TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING SUPER CUNT
LAPPING BOTBAR FOR ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! They have let in
some real dirt bag new party people, that replaced my old shouters
and bangers and party'ers. The only way out, is to take my resident
manager up on her fucking cunt chewing offer, and MOVE OUT OF HERE,
AND INTO THE GOD DAM BUILDING THAT IS FURTHER NORTH, UP ON SEVENTH
MOTHER FUCKING AVENUE; SO THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING TO DO, SINCE THEY
SIMPLY FUCKING LEAVE ME NO FUCKING CHOICE; AS BARNABAS VAMPIRE, SAID
TO THAT LOVELY BLOND VICIM OF HIS, BACK LATE IN THE COCK SUCKING
NINETEEN FUCKING SIXTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO,
BRO-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With
my pal fucking Mikey now gone and in fucking cunt eating Miami,
Florida, 100 miles south of me, I AM TOTALLY SCREWED, nowhere to go,
nowhere to get away to, so I must move to where Debbie fucking
Marotto has promised me , and I quote her, ''I can hear a pin drop''
over there, peeps are old and quiet, no pets, no bullshit, no
nothing, if my last words may quote the great Mizz Ross from 1983,
when this nightmare was getting its monster fucking pussy chewing
foothold for fragile frail pathetic poor woe filled little victim me,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Roseann,
I should have shot you in the woods and left both you and all those
electronics just rotting away forever. This all cost me more than a
throat bite out, and lots of Marcucci stare downs, or daughter stair
ups!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have not forgotten one bit of how these blogs began, what I
SAID, AND WHAT THEN WENT ON TO ALL HAPPEN, AND I
UNDERSTAND MATHEMATRICAL STATISTICS A LOT BNETTER THAN 99.9999
PERCENT OF ANYONE OUT HERE, EVEN IF THEY HAVE ALL SORTS OF MOTHER
FUCKING ASS DEGREES. This is just the truth, not ego, bragging, or
huberous attitudes at work, I TAHREN-TEE it, George Foreman and
Mister fucking Gandhi, of the nineties.
WHY
THESE FUCKING MONSTERS FROM THE LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE
HAVE DONE ALL OF THIS TO ME, is opinion-response.
Shrinks would say I need to take meds and it will stop, they are way
off base, this is very real and their meds would make shit far worse.
You don't repair something that ain't broken, a car, a person,
whatever. Jim Burr would say it is because I opened a channel into
the supernatural with my magnetic experiments, and insisted that the
supernatural was behind magnetics and not the other way around, and
as Mashell at the studio would say back in 1980, he certainly is at
least entitled to his fucked up opinion. I know he is wrong and that
it really is the other way around. Demons and hell may very well
fall out of wormholes, but wormholes don't fall out of them, or
anything else for that matter. Still, shit for me did start, after
Patricia Hollister and Melanie and other office creeps and coworkers
of my mom's, back in 1974, all started on a course that led down this
dimly lit corridor into some kind of a terra-juata hell, cubed. It
was bad and then it jumped into points in time where shit was worse,
and then again, worse still, and so forth. I know what these time
points were, and need not discuss and rehash them, many have already
been blogged about. Reiteration will serve no practical fucking
purpose, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!! This does not mean that on
following blogs, I won't be getting into huge new shit, because I
will, and this may all be a sideline pile of information all around
that, but for right now, I am stopping this discussion.
I
already fucking knew this was going to happen, and stayed in Friday
and hid, and tried to prepare for a weekend of fucking death siege.
The fucking cunt magic is in the MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, and in this
particular case; of measuring the amount of this, on the year 2013.
If Saturday and Sunday and Monday could have
gone without BOTBAR, I
could drop back out of this MONSTER FUCKING
HIGH 32 PERCENT, BACK TO 31; AND THIS IS
A NO-NO FOR ME, SAYS FUCKING JERK OFF WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
quite fucking cunt obviously, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MULTIPLY
THIS FUCKING NEXT STATEMENT MY FRIENDS, BY APPROXIMATELY TWENTY NINE
AND A HALF TRILLION:
I
DESPISE, DETEST, DEPLORE, AND HATE THE GUTS, OF WHOEVER AND WHATEVER
IS DESTROYING ME AND HAS BEEN FOR 59 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
Jesus
mother fucking Christ Almighty;
DON'T
SKIP THIS BLOG!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU,
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU.
ALL
IT TAKES IS TO TORTURE ME, AND I AM QUITE POSITIVE, THIS WEEKEND IS
BEING DESTROYED, MIZZ PAM BONDI, ILLEGALLY-COVERTLY; BY THIS EVIL
FUCKING MILI-2-FORCE, FOR THE SOLE GOAL AND INTENT, OF MAKING THEIR
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS FLY TO ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, FUCKING AGAIN,
ALL NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
child can click on the (6-MONTH deal), and see that my problem all
began on August
mother fucking 28 this year, the day I added some real
super artificial talent, to the song called, ''YBCO''
and things never even attempted to look back from that
fucking ass point, good folks.
THIS
ENTIRE MEGA-MESS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE, MISTER NORTHSHORE DOUGHERTY
GENLOW, SIR. SO WHERE ARE YOU, WHEN I NEED YOU; DETECTIVE
GREATCLOTHES FONTANNA, SIR??????????????????
DID
SOME MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF JUST HOLLER OUT THE WORD W-----O-----W?
JEESE-LOUISE!!!
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ALL
LIFE-TIME LONG, I
HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER
FUCKING DEADLY HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am
damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay
still, or try both ways, and nothing ever
allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the
HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!
WELL,
HERE WE GO AGAIN, JANE FONDA, YOU WICKED FUCKING WITCH WHORE BITCH,
WITH YOUR ONES ATTACK, PAGE ELEVEN OF FUCKING ELEVEN, SO LET ME
COMPENSATE PLEASE, YOU SHITTY ROTTEN EXCUSE FOR A
PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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IS EQUAL TO MY LOVELY FIVES COMPENSATION, JANE, YOU
WEEDS-DISEASE-SLEAZE.
For
somebody who would sell their cunt chewing soul to the prick licking
devil to never ever see another grouping of ones, why does this
happen, Clarence Harris, or any of you fucking know-it-all's out
there with falls covered in college degrees, I mean really, cut me a
Kit-Kat breakwater break, OK Margie King Leo, from fucking 1985 at
the Caldor 113 Woodbury Heights Store on 45??
Is
life a bucket of stinky fucking fish, or is it merely that I tend to
take just too many dogs for too many walks, over the course of my
miserable fucking life, No such Agency folks, hay do you geniuses in
Maryland have some great answer for that one; not that you'll share,
or care; if I end up watching a chase up some distant
stair?????????????????
It
has never ever been this mother fucking bad, not since the mother
fucking nineteen cunt lapping eighties when this all fucking got cock
sucking going against me with these rat chewing turds.
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
DEAR
PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL,
PLEASE PLEASE, P-L-E-A-S-E
HELP ME. THANKING YOU IN ADVANCE FOR
ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY BE ABLE TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
''OK'',
JOHN KING, AND OTHER ''FAMILY-LOVLIES''
My
nabe told me right to my face a couple months ago, that drugs were
going on, as if I didn't know that, and as if Debbie doesn't know it,
don't play either of us for a fool you scum bag trash. What is so
rotten, is that decent peeps without dope in their life, would love
to get off the street and live here, but no, they keep these illegal
in and out all-niter drug-thug pricks, JUST TO FUCKIGN GET AT ME, AND
JUST TO KEEP THEIR FUCKING DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY CLIMBING
HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, JUST AS I
TOLD YOU MY LOVELY GINA, AND ALL AND ANY OTHERS READING THESE 8 YEARS
OF CUNT LAPPING BLOGS NOW, GOOD PEEPS, YO YO YO YO YO BRO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was with Mayor Levy of Atlantic City in a parallel universe, and he
was still the mayor, only this was not last night's experience, as
this was way fucking cunt ass worse, good
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was so bad I will not tell it
all. I was back at Genlow's place, and nearby to it, in that parallel
world; is a huge hospital; not the Atlanticare place that is here in
mid-town Atlantic fucking City, but is instead, off closer to the
casino area of the bay. The area is much larger, even the bay is much
larger. This hospital sits on the shores of it, a mile past the
casinos. Trump owns this hospital, and has placed me forever into it,
and I am always trying to escape him. Mariah Carey was there and was
visiting with me and telling me it is all going to work out if I just
trust her and do what the Donald tells me to do. Yeah, I'll believe
all this when great heavy farm animals are flying around with big 'S'
symbols on capes they're wearing. Do t Dawn-Marie, and daddy-boy, do
it, YO; SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
put it very fucking nice and politely, good folks, IT WAS
A MONSTER HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE,
it even involved my old ex realtor friend from Grassi Realty, Karen
Simons who couldn't wait to call me and tell me to watch that cool
Mel Gibson/Julia Roberts movie, called Conspiracy Theory. Give me a
break, conspiracy theorists should be renamed to TRUTH PATRIOTS, and
I did not make this up, I got it off a really cool fucking YOUTUBE
VIDEIO a couple fucking cunt chewing years ago, my great peeps, YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally,
he said to her, why don't we give him both systems, after-all, you
gave him both letters back in '97? She then told him to shut his face
and never speak to her like that, and went into her famous Empire
State Building-2008 diatribe, of just who owns this non light-bulb
hack 'empire', open office ass holes, or really, WHO RULES THIS
EMPIRE. The really powerful shit is not the stuff you see in the
check out lines at stores, or the mag rag piles of garbage such as
the one that contained that article of the great MC making that
statement around the time of her twentieth high school reunion, and
not in Egg Harbor City, do not confuse these two places, or LAUGH AND
SMIRK ABOUT IT EVERY TIME YOU PASS THROUGH TOWM, LIKE HYENA DAWN AND
MOMMY-ANN USED TO DO TO FUCKING ME, BACK IN COCK SUCKING TIME, during
my Stockholm Syndrome Kidnapping with them at their two houses, owned
by Hammonton, New Jersey, the one and only, and quite famous in his
own right, Judge Frank Raso!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
must consult with SSJKK-PIMC before writing anything that could
remotely pertain to her and her life, past and present. Otherwise,
she will create a huge wave that will wipe all of Florida off the
map, and I will be drowned. I
told her, I will do my best to make spiritual contact with you to be
certain that what I write is OK to post. She gave me that smile that
only she can get when just the right thing happens to prompt it; and
then said to me after a ten second pause, ''you know Mark, I am Isis,
I am Jehovah, I was even Billy that day when he told you all that
stuff on July 5, in 2011. She told me that in the future, I create
the great SSJKK, that she is a highly advanced android with total
human feelings, but is powerful and demanding, and will never ever
allow me to escape her and that she is always there watching
everything that I ever do, as long with her friends.
Somehow,
this fantastic daughter of mine knows all about my life in the late
twenty-two hundreds, at the world Laboratories, I know this as sure
as I sit here pounding on little black squares on a key pad to do
this fucking ass blog, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY MOON!!!!!!!!!
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If
anyone can find
me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
AND VISIT ME DIANA, ARE
YOU LOST?????
I
LOVE YOU DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Most
folks are not living in one long nightmare, even though scattered
throughout their lives, are serious woes and fuck ups, there is no
doubt about that Miss Chillie, and I never ever tried or meant to
belittle other folks' problems. Let me burn in fucking oil if I do.
The
basic difference with me only has to do with the simple fact that
early in each of my lifetimes, 6-15 somewhere, I suddenly remember
all of ''myself'', and once this is done, it is one huge non ending
nightmare and if this is not enough, some prick did this to me so I
would indeed keep remembering shit, and they sit there in the Astral
fucking Heavens, laughing at me, even now as I speak. Let me update
you with today's fucking bullshit.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!
The
second a nice employee who was retrieving carts from the parking lot
came over to grab my cart, since he could be a potential witness to
my ongoing never ending death siege, they vanished at that same
instant. But the second that he went on his way, a loud and low
airplane of the SNOWED-IN CLUB came out of nowhere and buzzed me
good, right zenith directly over my head. This plane and these trash
in that car, as was the case a few days ago and a few days back
before that; are all in league with each other. I began noticing this
in the late nineteen eighties and then it kept right on going
throughout the nineties as well, in every town that my mom and I
moved to, as you cannot out run these bastards, and why my pal
D-MC-TH thinks you can, only amazes me. I mean it does not take
rocket science degrees to see this does not go away, and if you are
dead set on persecuting a person, you would follow them no matter
where they move to and just keep doing the same exact shit, until the
poor fucking bastard keels over one day eventually, and drops fucking
cunt dead!
People
make as much sense to me as a pile of joke books, stacked to the
mountain tops. I honestly am not being critical, merely observant.
They laugh at me and pick on me for being crazy, and they all do and
act out things ten times crazier than anything I ever fucking do.
They ask me questions and then stop communicating with me, they
wonder why I claim to still be stalked because I move a few states
away when those who are doing this to me could easily follow me
straight to the stars if they wanted to. I honestly have no words for
all this, folks, so I'll fucking sit in here and just shut my big ass
god dam mouth up!
It
is 80 degrees and feels 99 to me. Mike left for Miami as I told you,
a day late. The asshole down there forgot he was coming, and when
Mike checked on it; he was off at some martial arts school up in
fucking Orlando somewhere. And I thought this shit just happened to
me, Victoria Winters and Thomas Reale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No
Mark Wayne Mohr, you're not the only one, nor is John Lennon, nor
would anyone ever in their right might wish to join us, or become one
with this, right old pal??????? I'll give Mister Chapman a kick in
the face if I ever see him, even though I know you are so much
happier, saw you over at the TECK BAY a while ago. Keep playing that
astral Guitar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
ladies and gentlemen, within 5-30 years somewhere, depending on many
factors too lengthy to list on this blog; a huge cloud made up of
zeros and ones will exist, where our present day internet will all
evolve into. Instead of going to websites, our entire doppelganger
mind-self floats inside of this cloud. We are still on the outside,
physically. Still, the part of us that is just as much as real and is
us as we are, only it is THIS NCC-CLOUD, can go anywhere and do
anything, at the click of a thought wave. The scientific laboratories
have stated that this will definitely all be reality somewhere
between 5 and 30 years, or within about half of the people who live
today, their lifetime. PEE said, and I quote her, ''My invention can
turn us into zeros and ones, and transport us throughout the entire
system''. After she said this to me in another parallel universe in
the hyperspace, it was not all that long after, when the three-D
laser-printers were suddenly out of nowhere, pumping out those
''plastic guns'', or printing them out in three dimensions, like
normal copiers make photos or text pages right now. I told you all
she said this to me, just as I told you GINA, that the DOW JONES
would be 17,000 points before the end of 2013, and 30,000 points by
the end of next year. I don't need to be the great Cooley Hall
Christmas Tree Angel, or even the original printer of the initials
EWI, do I Mayor Bloomberg, oh kind sir?????????????????????????? Cut
me a break, Margie!
Thank
the great
state of Missouri
and their great Disbelievers Club, for my life,
everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who else is going to be snowed in and fall head deep in it, 1983 Copyright Office Examiners?
MOMMY
SILVA AIN'T YOUR BUDDY, MARK MOHR
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IT IS CREEPING ALONG, I WILL SAY THAT MUCH!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS
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Folks,
we'll start off with things that have little to do directly with
Exploratrons and recent discussions, but think not for one second
that this does not perpetually connect up, as that would be a serious
error in judgment.
All
things connect, and without further ado, and as an old song intro
begins, “Here we go”. There is an old adage that absolute power
corrupts absolutely, but what is absolute power, and why does it
absolutely corrupt? When the truer than presently understood truths
behind this are shortly made known by this blogger, perhaps many
things will start fitting better together on these blogs as a whole,
to many of you out here, and what a joke, I know it is between 30-50
and that is a far cry from 'many', but it is better than a zero.
I
am not greedy, and I will take what I can get, MELVIN STONE HARBOR!
Thank you Google for the prompt back there, but my recurring school
of mystery for so many years, is not part of this blog or the current
situation that I plan to discuss right now. Still, thank you, Fred
Windstein, always now here, Sarah. Funny funny, Sheila Franklin
Bigtits, but all laughs laid aside for right now; and more than it is
funny or even weird, it is dots connecting; and part of a secret
message given by me to this cave day world in that 1997 song called,
“Don't Hide, You Can't Hide”, and this you better bet Mister Ward
Cleaver, is no Jersey Public Transit Bus line, from the 1969 to 1996
year inversions, of the great die-twice Mister Callas. Where are you
when I need you, old camp counselor of Maryland, Mack Kaiter? Are you
and Louise hitting as many red 'X' blocks as I am? Did you ever ever
wonder why I told about the red-X deal, Mack and Louise, back in 1967
and 1968; or were you too busy wondering where the shadows would be
dwelling, in the bright noon day periods each day? How would Mister
Macy and my distant cousin put this, possible other cousin Martha,
W—O—W?????????????????????????????
Then tell me this folks. What are the odds of a very unusual name
like Louise's last name, just popping up down the street from Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park at the turn of the millennium, you know, that
building complex where years after David Roth and he worked together
for a short time, I was taking nut case
Dawn-Marie King to get her head shrunk so often?
People,
let us work our way around and through some side and rear doors, when
the only thing that walking you right through the front, would lead
to, is a solid wall of cement. First, let us talk about the day I
left Andrews' Office and headed down the AC Expressway. I told them
that the only possible thing left in my entire life, for what is
going on around me, was the past I had in Atlantic City, and even
though I was unsure of so many mother fucking details of this macabre
mess, common sense normally eventually kicks in for all of us, and
also, Pat Jane's Mentalist TV show, and his point, does also, you
know; what make the most sense and what fits the most or better put I
suppose, what fits the simplest and easiest, as this is indeed most
times, leading right towards lots of unknown sought after truths, by
all of us. I had planned to show what I could do in water. Bad move.
I was nearly murdered by the chief of the beach lifeguard force. His
story was he saw a large fast swimming object, and came out to see
exactly what it was. Again, I said, this was his story, when I
suddenly observed him to my right. He would not have been able to
creep up behind me, as he never would have been able to catch me. All
this aside for now, and Haddonwood pool experiences as well; let us
move on again to a road trip when I was visiting cousins of my mom,
actually her first cuzz Ruth Huntington, from Suffolk County, in New
York, in 1972, and I met a lovely sixteen year old blond girl walking
her dog, while I was walking the dog that belonged to my cousin, the
daughter of my mom's cousin and her hubby, the big hot shot yachtsman
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon; and with Ruth and I, were the
children of Ruth's daughter, so if this makes them my third cuzz's,
then whatever, Christopher and Scottie. Now, if a murder was
committed just for sake of an example; then the next thing I say,
would tie these events all together quite sufficiently for the
investigators to absolutely begin to dig into all of this, and in no
way dismiss it. I speak of how I got the fucking crap knocked out of
me by two huge lifeguard mascots dudes in 1975, at what now is called
Hilton Beach in South Atlantic City. My mom went up to see all these
cousins, and guess who was there on the boat ride, on my 'uncle's'
ketch schooner, but Mister Sunshine himself, Jimmy Dean, and
Christine Myers, daughter of my mom's first cuzz Ruth. Now there was
no murder, and this was brought up for reasons that I may or may not
ever be willing to go more into; but what did happen, was not really
bloggable, as even though statute limitations would most likely be in
effect pertaining to a property trespass by me on that road-trip, the
home I entered, and the toddler I followed when she insisted I do so
on that day, is not Jane Doe. Most or many know what is being said,
but do not understand where I am leading the story into right now. As
General Patton said a number of decades ago, it is only important
that I know, not that any of you know. He said this regarding a
battlefield situation, but the point I am making here, equalizes
anyway.
L-4,
speaking of the great general, I am now going to give it to you loud
and dirty, short and sweet; maybe not perfectly Nixon clear, but then
there are no tape recorders running right now, or are they, Mister
Lenny McKinnon, old 'gate-jam-pal-601' rap
music inventor, sir? Now if you want me to sit fucking here,
and believe about 799 stories, with similar lines running through
them, such as the one I will pick from recent times, and just this
year; YOU'RE AS NUTS AS 1,000 FRUIT CAKES!!! When my so-called
associates-friends from Port Saint Lucie, known now as
BonJovi Entertainment, did what they did, all innocent as it may
appear to an investigator, it is still just as
if, Doctor Garrigan of 1970 old pal, MOGOSP was in effect.
What is a MOGOSP, you ask me
folks? Well, if you'd fucking take a day to examine and archive some
old blogs, by clicking on the MY BLOGS link,
ever; YOU'D FREAKING KNOW, but for right now; I'll tell you all, so
how's freaking that? It stands for a MOTIVE-GOAL
SOFTWARE PROGRAM.
It is as though somebody had a cosmic program where they type in what
they want, to some unfathomable super computer, and it then does its
damdest and again, as the General would say; to carry out the orders!
Screw the spelling, the general said it, and it's good enough for
fucking me; and Microsucks won't spell it right, so screw them all!
Now moving onto to the second and final point on this blog.
dddgkhjtu5686747udgfkgjh,
thank you FBI for hearing me in real time, and being connected to me,
you just made our mutual friend very proud, mister HH, no, not my
relative, but our great hero, SIR HERBERT HOOVER. THANK YOU GUYS AND
GUYS, LOVE THAT BUREAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
it goes like this folks, I HAVE NO ANSWERS AT ALL, MERELY A BILLION
MORE AVENUES TO EXPLORE THAN ANY OF YOU OUT THERE, SO I THINK A LOT
MORE THAN MOST OF YOU WILL EVER DO, IT REALLY IS JUST THAT SIMPLE,
BB-JOHN RED HENNINGSEN, OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.
HADDONWOOD SWIM CLUB
2.
CHEMTRAIL SIEGES
3.
American Honda Plant, on Gaither Road
4.
December of 1987
SOMETHING
FITS ALL TOGETHER HERE IN JUST AS HUGE A WAY AS DOES AUGUST IN 1886
WITH REAL GOOD GIRL, THE SONG, AND TAKING THE IO THAT MAGGIE
EMPOWERED AND WAS VRUSHED IN KARPF'S BASEMENT DOWN TO LONG BEACH
ISLAND, AND THE STORM COMING OUT OF NOWHERE, AND THE POLICE INCDENT
AT THE DINER NOT LONG BEFORE THAT, AND SO FORTH. ALL THESE DOTS DO
CONNECT, BUT ONLY THE SHERLOCK HOLMES OF ALL TIMES WILL EVER REALLY
HOPE TO SOMEDAY GET TO THE BOTTOM OF IT ALL. Hay now, don't get me
wrong wonderful peeps, if you think you can solve the puzzle of my
life instead of wasting time with pet
rescue saga's
and other such time wasting nonsense, great. Do it, I'll kiss your
ass or anything else you ever ask of me, but no games, oh no, no
fucking games whatsoever. Let me go off now and Cohen myself, or if
my mom's old boyfriend is alive and ancient, maybe even crown myself,
WEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!
3 comments:
COMMENT
ONE, THE MILITUFORCE FUCKED ME.
COMMENT
TWO, THE MILITUFORCE FUCKED ME.
COMMENT
THREE, THE MILITUFORCE FUCKED ME.
IN
CASE ANYONE IS READING THIS, IT IS ME, MOUNTAINPEN. THESE CROOKS
WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THE CHARTS. WHY AM I NOT
SHOCKED?
THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN SEE IT FOR YOURSELF IS TO CLICK ON THE DOW JONES CHART ON MY BLOG AND THEN CLICK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TECHNICAL CHART THAT DISPLAYS, THE BOX THAT SAYS, '1M' (FOR ONE MONTH). THIS WILL REVEAL WITHOUT A DOUBT HOW THIS STARTED ON 08-28-13, AND WHERE A BIG BOTTOM OUT IN THEIR DOW ALSO WAS, IT IS ALL THERE TO BE SEEN, BUT THEY WILL NOT LEL ME, THE FUCKING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN SEE IT FOR YOURSELF IS TO CLICK ON THE DOW JONES CHART ON MY BLOG AND THEN CLICK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TECHNICAL CHART THAT DISPLAYS, THE BOX THAT SAYS, '1M' (FOR ONE MONTH). THIS WILL REVEAL WITHOUT A DOUBT HOW THIS STARTED ON 08-28-13, AND WHERE A BIG BOTTOM OUT IN THEIR DOW ALSO WAS, IT IS ALL THERE TO BE SEEN, BUT THEY WILL NOT LEL ME, THE FUCKING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 00198—now being re-printed.
12:10
PM-EDST, 10 SEPTEMBER, 2013, HBD POPS, USOB!
Please
hit the 'X' immediately, if that hack pop-up shows at the bottom of
your screen.
''The
problems are many, the solutions are few''.
I
saw this on a billboard, in a parallel universe where the year
was 2029.
Right now it feels as if it was written just for me, maybe it was.
Other things that I have seen up there, are and I know it, go ahead,
you will call me a paranoid tin foil hatter one way or the other.
That is your right, and my cross to bear. Remind you of paragraph
one?
YES
LOVELY LOUISE HENDERSHODT, I SUPPOSE YOU KNEW MY COUSIN SANDRA MASON
QUITE WELL, WHEN SHE ATTENDED THE CAMP THERE IN MARYLAND BEFORE I
WENT THERE, DURING THE GIRLS TIME. I TRIED TO TELL YOU I WAS IN A
FUTURE WORLD WHERE RED EXES AND THINGS MOVED WITH LINES ON THE BOTTOM
LEFT TO RIGHT. I SAW IT ALL, AND HOW DID I? WELL, SIMPLE. YOU HAVE NO
CLUE WHAT IT IS LIKE REPEATING NOT ONLY THIS CURRENT LIFE, BUT
REMEMBERING COUNTLESS OTHER ONES, LOVELY LOUISE. IF YOU EVER RUN INTO
MY CUZZ, SAY HI TO HER FOR ME, AND ASK HER WHAT THAT CHELTENHAM HIGH
SCHOOL CRAP BACK IN TWENTY TEN OR EALY ELEVEN WITH CUZZ DONALD, WAS
ALL ABOUT. HAY MY, IF YOUR MOM RUNS INTO FRED AT THE MET OR ANY
PLACE, HAVE HIM GIVE ME A DAM JINGLE IF HE IS STILL ALIVE, HE
PROBABLY IS AROUND 90, BUT THEN, LOOK AT MISTER MANDELLA, WE DON'T
GET TO LEAVE THIS VEIL OF MISERY UNTIL IT IS OUR TIME, LOVELY ONE!
So
please help me, great GODDESS, SSJKK!
PLEASE
COME ALONG AND TAKE ME TO GREENER FUCKING PASTURES, IN THE NAME OF
GODDESS, LIKE INTO MY DEATH.
Now
is everyone a little happier, or do I have to cut and paste the
entire solar system out beyond this galaxy, as I did once in a
distant hyperspace location?????
AUGUST
28, 2013--------100 MPB----A
FORBIDDEN THING TO DO!
AUGUST
29, 2013--------100 MPB
AUGUST
30, 2013--------100 MPB
AUGUST
31, 2013--------075 MPB
SEPTEMBER
01, 2013---080 MPB
SEPTEMBER
02, 2013---067 MPB
SEPTEMBER
03, 2013---057 MPB
SEPTEMBER
04, 2013---063 MPB
SEPTEMBER
05, 2013---067 MPB
SEPTEMBER
06, 2013---060 MPB
SEPTEMBER
07, 2013---064 MPB
Wait
until I fucking show you all how this really all went down, up to
now!!!
NOW
I WILL BE PASTING IN SHORTLY, A CHART THAT TAKES THE MAGNETICS OF
THIS YEAR AFTER THE AUGUST 28 HELL NIGHTMARE STRUCK, ALL THE WAT TO
PRESENT TIMES, AS THIS IS THE MAGNETIC THAT I HAVE BEEN STUCK IN EVER
SINCE THEN, JUST AS SHIT WAS BACK IN 1986 WHEN THE FIFTEENTH OF
AUGUST ROLLED AROUND. YOU DO NOT FORGET SHIT LIKE THIS, MY FRIENDS
AND MY FIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHARKEY
KNOWS THAT HE DEFINITELY WILL ALWAYS BE
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Well
great peeps, let's get down to CASES
now, as promised.
OH
YES, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO, RIGHT NOW.
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NEW BLOGS, SO PLEASE
HAVE A
VERY NICE
DAY.
“NEIGHBORS
FROM CUNT SUCKING HELL NEVER STOP''
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Only
the opening title words are real.
LET
THERE BE A MORNING LIGHT, AND A ROOM IN THE SUN, IN 190 YEARS.
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KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
This
is a re-print from my earliest blogging times in OHM-6.
WHO
ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR
MILLENNIUM-3?
Friday, August 25, 2006
Morianity Bible, The Epilogue:
Enemies,
who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is
unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any
possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad
and sad than happy, U get the idea; this is ‘the
enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several
names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the
ENEMY’.
My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy; and B able simultaneously, to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].
A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler; could ever B this totally cruel to another, whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!
This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1, 2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell; major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it; they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me, and C 4 themselves; the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.
Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it; and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, and any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but you'll never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me; then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say”. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting; just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette; had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine; and I was talking only to myself, not friggin' recording anything. Later my watch gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car; but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual; could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto, other than its being old and crying out for a good car-Christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact, the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it; flashes with every color in the rainbow; and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me, in the shape and sound of a military helicopter; and then within less than half of a human hour; traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities, with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms; as if enough citizens all decide to merge into a particular piece of interaction of Astrality, they do; and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty; that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person; not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, a totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this. B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing. I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cali area, of the USA; that get approached by 'someone, most likely fortune tenners', and all fortune 10 through 50, are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games, and hurting people; that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure; nothing personal, to harass, and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed, come to U, and all those around U, deer to U; major constant interference with radio, TV, computer operations, or anything electrical, and mechanical; always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way. People mess with U on the road, way more than the average driver is messed with. All products U normally buy in stores, get harder to get, as flash-mobs buy up the stuff that U like, and the list goes literally on and on, but again; we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there, by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of 'LAMIST'. 'Dark Shadows' refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHANS; and this still got the greatest soap-show of all time, canceled; so who really has the power, huh? Who love’s ya, Telly????
They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there, by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself; I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna' write to civil liberties, as this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story, when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs, and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me; that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong. First I am interested only in women, well beyond the legal age. Multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of context, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued, and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact, the way that I do; concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and U would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806. It is just way more regulated, way less free; and much farther from when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana Purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down; and I will fucking take this all the way 2 the Supreme Court, before the 9 Justices. I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong. Wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.
Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me; with no resources in the world, to fight these dick in the mouths back, on their level; in this very Unfair, and Unlevel playing field, of this land of FAKE JUSTICE; real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her, great Sarah-Stacey. Your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B4 all of us, as in your great city, where love flows free; and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times; there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites. Jeese, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things. I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout, who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere; instead of Trumpism, Reaganism, and Lamistism; all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight into regions of Dogtown; a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever; just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, to do the friggin math, for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers. They were teens when your stupid calendar was reading [the sixties]. Get your minds out of the sewers of France. I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember; it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading, and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways; and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door, calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions. Happy 40th anniversary Trekkers. Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware. I will get all of U, and legally and properly; but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get U; and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.
By By for now, big KAL.
My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy; and B able simultaneously, to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].
A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler; could ever B this totally cruel to another, whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!
This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1, 2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell; major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it; they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me, and C 4 themselves; the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.
Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it; and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, and any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but you'll never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me; then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say”. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting; just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette; had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine; and I was talking only to myself, not friggin' recording anything. Later my watch gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car; but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual; could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto, other than its being old and crying out for a good car-Christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact, the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it; flashes with every color in the rainbow; and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me, in the shape and sound of a military helicopter; and then within less than half of a human hour; traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities, with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms; as if enough citizens all decide to merge into a particular piece of interaction of Astrality, they do; and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty; that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person; not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, a totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this. B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing. I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cali area, of the USA; that get approached by 'someone, most likely fortune tenners', and all fortune 10 through 50, are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games, and hurting people; that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure; nothing personal, to harass, and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed, come to U, and all those around U, deer to U; major constant interference with radio, TV, computer operations, or anything electrical, and mechanical; always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way. People mess with U on the road, way more than the average driver is messed with. All products U normally buy in stores, get harder to get, as flash-mobs buy up the stuff that U like, and the list goes literally on and on, but again; we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there, by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of 'LAMIST'. 'Dark Shadows' refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHANS; and this still got the greatest soap-show of all time, canceled; so who really has the power, huh? Who love’s ya, Telly????
They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there, by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself; I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna' write to civil liberties, as this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story, when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs, and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me; that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong. First I am interested only in women, well beyond the legal age. Multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of context, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued, and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact, the way that I do; concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and U would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806. It is just way more regulated, way less free; and much farther from when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana Purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down; and I will fucking take this all the way 2 the Supreme Court, before the 9 Justices. I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong. Wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.
Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me; with no resources in the world, to fight these dick in the mouths back, on their level; in this very Unfair, and Unlevel playing field, of this land of FAKE JUSTICE; real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her, great Sarah-Stacey. Your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B4 all of us, as in your great city, where love flows free; and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times; there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites. Jeese, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things. I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout, who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere; instead of Trumpism, Reaganism, and Lamistism; all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight into regions of Dogtown; a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever; just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, to do the friggin math, for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers. They were teens when your stupid calendar was reading [the sixties]. Get your minds out of the sewers of France. I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember; it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading, and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways; and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door, calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions. Happy 40th anniversary Trekkers. Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware. I will get all of U, and legally and properly; but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get U; and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.
By By for now, big KAL.
I
am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from
this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and
breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel.
This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them,
that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and
magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that
hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to
death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the
one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot
more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be
appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last,
in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in
the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not
a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical
realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and
bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door
closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded
and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called
“Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to
some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery
adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty,
but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work.
No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here,
especially for complexity and confusion. So
here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or
running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit
I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I
thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my
switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad
erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984
RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T,
or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to
the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his
real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator
back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other
friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and
drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing
Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism;
pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as
MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else,
but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument
Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer
protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer
systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna
Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World
Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our
walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move
this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late
Dawn-Marie King?
Do
you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that
matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and
verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not
complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers
Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example
here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He
doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants
to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost
mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at
the Orange Avenue & 25th Street Harvest; and have been
somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was
before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I
know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself
and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and
the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between
what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five
years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O
syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the
Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on
these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said
in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time
and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White
Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the
family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of
us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally
unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess
giant girlfriend'', at Highview;
to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here
is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a
harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”,
Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up
here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013,
and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you
sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the
gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows
them to negotiate with a powerful
Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great
Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he
lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him,
than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing
babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name
and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer,
the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations,
Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a
slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a
technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there
are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and
phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what
Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are
indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of
sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy,
whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin
sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of
the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more
than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all
along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was
all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was
talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see,
believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things
never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this
was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty
Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of
the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that
smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and
worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed
instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was
untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if
you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the
appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went
through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your
wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles
and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have
only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad
that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when
out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games,
like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so
much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in
2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot
and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this
demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our
society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we
will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and
towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not
coming people, it is here now; ever here
of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It,
as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this
crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in
our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this
texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be
in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this
nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies
who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In
Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an
after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt
non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of
driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart
people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies?
That is why we vote for SMART law passing
legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in
time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the
road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on
lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too
Mister hot shot hater McGuire,
IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL
POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before
the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV
show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this
show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by
telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN,
and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick
is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful,
yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps,
and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my
kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be
careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as
this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you
will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you,
and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do,
to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old
fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as
anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names
do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great
rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or
'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE',
the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!!
W---O---W!!!!!!!!
THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS
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ANYONE
WHO CAN PULL OFF THE BLUCRAN STUNT IN 2008 WITH ME, HAS MY TOTAL
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NEVER
MIND ABOUT THIS NCC-CLOUD TRICK, PEOPLE, THIS, JUST LIKE HEAVEN, TO
QUOTE MORTALS; CAN WAIT.
I
must remember that she
is the great queen,
and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and
she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I
am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT
THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know
U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand
and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back
11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R
literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much
incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank
letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk
to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little,
watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more
powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause,
simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes.
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I
TRIED TO TELL YOU JIM, YOU ASSHOLE, LENNY
(SATAN)
needed to devote his attention and resources to change the world as
he did such a trumped-marvelous job at and I'll hand the fucking
bastard that right here and right now, lovely LOO; and so he made
sure I heard him and his girlfriend slut, Miss
Chillie on the CB radio,
and then vanished into another black entity, a two year old child who
seemed to know me and liked messing with me since he was in his
teens, and on top of that, his future wife did the same thing since
she was of this age or even a tad younger, as LOIS FOCA puts her at
the ripe young age of freaking ten years, Earthly, of course. WHERE
THE EF ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, MAGNETIC ELDER HAIR IN THE MORNING.
When a dude tells me that I am in eternity with GOD, this is when I
know he knows real truths and real fucking shit, right down to this
wild incredible outlandish cubed, WASHCLOTH
FAMILY OF CRANBERRY-DREAMS,
HUH DONNA SUMMER; ALL FUCKING DONNA SUMMER'S THAT IS; SHEEEEEEEIT,
WILL YOU ALL GIVE A GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING BREAK FOR CRYING OUT
LOUD-ASS, PWEEEEZE, YO YO YO YO??????
'OK'
as JOHN KING the late and great might say it so well, YO PAULA
whoever you are tonight, oh great one of multiple fucking driver
licenses and child rapes of all juices, Jesus, they cannot escape it,
I told you, it is IN THE ART, don't believe a fucking thing folks,
SAWN FUCKING ASS ALL OF YOU, not me, I tried. OK, yes, all KINGS and
other greats and all snow bank days of all types and all symbolism's
from Anthony Crissafulli of Blackwood New Jersey to Haddonwood and
giant integ-horse-flies; let me get into this right now without any
further fucking adieu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
1984 can be talked about as much as 1980 or 1983 or 1986 or 1988 or
many other McDonald Dancing years of Copyrights and special secret
daughters, but let me take this beyond how math takes these 3 and 4
fave numbers of ISIS to 1984 AD, and move this onward to the
heart-attack-zone!!!!!!!!! MICROSUCKS
is doing their best to interfere with my blog, by doing all sorts of
shit. They of all peeps know where I am going, and taking any willing
listener and Morianity-participant along with me; and WOW, THEY
DON'T FUCKING LIKE IT IN THE LEAST LITTLE FREAKING ASS BIT, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!
I
have intentionally shown you that you can grab from a large pile of
anything, a movie or tape library containing music or stuff bought or
taped off the television or whatever, or in other cases, if you have
a document file filled with more than a thousand blogs such as the
one you are reading right now; and you pick one at random after you
talk about anything whatsoever, and you will be amazed to fully ass
mind blown wiped out, at how the shit all just always seems to
connect up, and it does, and we as a race of humanity are by no means
imaging this process all around us, it is built into the system of
our lives collectively and individually as well, or put in ways not
yet used in late 2013, it is built into the lawtronics. This
literally is the seventh dimension of reality, from where, the entire
MIND REALM comes from and creates a wild zone to interact on from all
of this in the first place, that peeps in the spirit-world-bizz,
label and call, the ASTRAL-PLANE, you can all just say the spirit
world if you feel cozier in that mode, again, SAWN YOU! I knew that I
had to send my book titled by me in 1994, ''The Permission Barrier'',
to the United States © Office on Halloween day of that year. I don't
know why I was compelled to do this on this exact day, but I do know
that two other future October Thirty-One's, I was also ''SPIRIT-LED''
just as if I had a real physical gun right to my fucking head, to
send two music projects also down for copyright, and I did so, the
project that had a title but for reasons of some weird divine
providence, became known to the Copyright Office as the project by
the name of ''SAME TITLE'', on 10/31/2005, followed by my project
called ''Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian Guardhouse'', sent again,
on 10/31/2007, exactly 730 days later, or two years. So in 1994,
2005, and again in 2007, I have copyrighted three projects, a book,
and two musical compilations. Hopefully most of you fully know how
leap years work. They also fall on our American Presidential Election
Years, and begin with the turn of a century and go every four years,
hence they also come out every 20 years, on the zero, such as 1980,
1984, 1988, 1992, 1996, 2000, and so forth, our next one will be 2016
and our last one was 2012, like DUH. Still, this is necessary before
I march this along still a bit further, kind people. Because on leap
year, there is that extra day and the year then contains 366 days,
years will have days in length such as this, 365, 365, 365, 366, 365,
365, 365, 366, 365, 365, 365, 366, and so on and so forth. You get
three years stringing together with 365 days, then the following year
is Leap-Year and it contains the extra day, for the total of 366
days. This is also why a year in actuality is not 365 days long, or
366, but 365 and a quarter, and to take that one small bit further,
mother nature does not ask our simple minds for permission so that we
can keep things super simple and convenient, and really, there are
not exactly 365.25 days in a year, but in a more close astronomical
amount, it works out to 365.2422, just a tad little less time than
365.25, or 0.0078 days less, AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY! This is why
you see me say over and over again, I am suffering in this hell and
it is going on with intense fervor and passion, 24/7/365.2422. I do
not say this to be a smart ass or to just be cuting off a little bit,
it is all astronomically perfectly real and true. Now HALLOWEEN DAY
falls on a particular day number on non leap years as opposed to on
leap years. This is because those who figured out our calendar
system, chose to make our second month of February a short day month,
and then add one extra day every four years for the leap year, making
it then contain 29 days instead of the otherwise shorter 28 days. Now
watch closely and carefully here, remembering the 3-4, the 7-12, the
19-84, and the year 1984, and all of the connectedness from the great
mighty Orwell, to my
first full year residing in Choke City, on Lakehouse Nightmare
Nickhands Drive. Taking
all of this, and my being influenced with powers that cannot be
explained rationally even by the one and only Wildlife
Mountainpen Incorporated;
the sending stuff to the © Office on Halloween Day three freaking
times, the 3 and the 4 deal with ISIS, the way MC's MIMI software
program from 2008 was loaded with number threes and number fours; and
now watch this, JUST WATCH BUT BE SITTING DOWN, PLEASE!!!!
3
out of 4 times, October 31 or 3 plus 3 and 1 October days, this tenth
month of 3 plus 4 plus 4 months, this date falls as the 304 day of
the year. Every four years it is the 305th
day, but 3 out of 4 times, it is day number three---oh---four. The
inescapably trueness in all of this, would be those two numbers, the
3, and the 4. You cannot escape this, and it is all throughout the
MIMI Project of the great elusive Mariah Carey herself. Anyone who is
able to buy into this much happenstance and coincidence, well, that
is all fine and well, we merely would never be destined to be good
fishing buddies. NO PUN,
that just came right off the Stone Harbor, New Jersey jetty, I
swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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