MORIANITY
PART 7, CHAPTER 0028
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Folks,
do you really think there is one chance in five trillion fucking
hell-fires that DAWN-MARIE KING was able to get herself released from
that NEW JERSEY REHAB CLINIC in Seacaucus, with that beyond fucking
Einstein perfect caper; that voided out her need to complete a prison
sentence, without help from VERY POWERFUL
SCOTT RANSOM TYPE PEOPLE?
Let
me clue you in on some stuff, my Blogaud. If you know the story,
fine, if not, read the blogs that tell all about it with some blog
archive work. You'll be more than just clued in, I am going to pop
off big time after this FUCKING CUNT MAJOR BOTBAR TIME 3 ASSAULT ON
ME, AND NOW, 8 FOR 11 ON THIS
MONSTER FUCKING ASS HORRENDOUS YEAR OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN. THIS
VERIFIES TO ME THERE IS A SATAN, AND THERE IS NO LOVING
GOD!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART
SEVEN,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
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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.
http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
Eventually,
I will find a way to get these images properly into my documents of
my computer, so that it is not just a cut and paste job. Then maybe I
can send the photo-bucket peeps, a new photo of this, that will post
up instead of this horrible non-likeness.
FOLKS,
I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR
FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND,
AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS,
SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US; FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY
MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER
THINK OF TO ASK ME, but first; I will say what needs to be said for
the blogs of this time. Then we will move back into this powerful
topic. I will not forget!
GET
IT yet anybody?
WHEN
THE CAT IS AWAY, THE WOMO-MILITUFAWCES PLAY!
Well
great peeps, let's get down to CASES
now, as promised.
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What
I now will tell all of you, may get me most likely sent off to Buzz
Island, or perhaps even killed by TAWF. But as I said on that song
opening intro quite some time ago, ''HERE WE GO''!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
ask the great Gary Stone,
should you not wish to take my word for it. I am quite sure that the
mighty land owner, 'BIG-O' will confirm sending my mom that lovely
post card in 1988, to our Moorestown address. How
I just love
that wonderful, adorable, and terrific entertainment industry; and
the media in general. WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
We
will save a lot of these road trips for the next half dozen blogs, I
never forget anything, no matter what these jerk off enemies ever do
to me and they know that they will have to kill me, Mizz
Bondi, Florida State Attorney General,
in order to shut me up. I will go on telling and telling, and McNulty
and the crew can go on laughing and laughing, all the way to the
bottom of the sea with Captain
Crane and Dutch Doctors with silver ice skates and other powerful
Sarah Krassle connections,
that endlessly revolve around the Mountainpen, throughout time and
eternity. For right now Cali-Kali, call-ten, Callio, I say unto all
of you, nighty-nite, and BYE-BYE!!!
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JANUARY
12, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING, AT 12:26,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, you are reading: MORIANITY
PART VII, CHAPTER XXVIII
OK
Mister KING,
since that is relevant around now in more ways than just your
interaction with me at one of your great parking lots run by you and
lovely somnambulist daughter, Patty-Paula; let me get on with the
show that is most definitely not being run by your distant cousin and
late, MRS. DAWN-MARIE KING.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is the fucking chart from hell for MPB in this wonderful awesome
marvelous year that has trumped all others for me at least since
mother fucking Lenny-Honky name-calling 1987, seven years after this
demon was beginning to make good on his threats against me from that
hot summer back in Camden, New Jersey. They all can do some crazy
things, impersonating queens and kings, soon they'll lie forever
strapped, inside a field that keeps them trapped. Ralph and Sandy'll
cry the blue, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of
space and time is gonna blow her fucking fuse, © MARK WAYNE MOHR
1983. Did you just say something to me, Mister R.H. Macy,
sir?????????????????
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I
WAS IN A MESS ON JANUARY ELEVEN, AND WHY NOT? The
numerical date was one eleven or three ONES, Jane Witchbitch Fonda
Ballpark Evilnights, from 1993. I'll never ever FORGET OR FORGIVE
THIS, JANE, I really want to because your dad was such a great guy
and I was one of his biggest freaking fans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was attacked at the Publix Grocery Story parking lot again, FORT
PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, some fucking dirt bag industry enemy gets
as close to where I parked my vehicle to go into shop as is possible,
and then blasts his music at me at absurd levels the minute I try and
come back and get my mother fucking groceries into my car. You know I
can still see this going on in my fucking nineties, that is if I am
totally stupid and dumb enough to remain in this mobbed up evil
demonic fucking nation under SATAN, fuck that flag salute, I won't
salute to a lie, if made to salute out loud, I'll speak truth and not
a lie, and say, ''one nation, under SATAN'', because folks, I promise
fucking you, this is what it has become, and 99% of it is all these
fucking tablets and cell phones and internet and computer shit, this
is all what is fucking behind all this rotten fucking nasty ass total
mess, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE, as I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!
The
music attack then led to more negatives or what I call
''negamagging''. I cannot seem to break my old eighteenth century
habits folks, and will go on endlessly making up words in this
lifetime, just as I did when here before and going by the name of
Benjamin Franklin. Now I am in the reality of the room-in-the-sun
days, what a whopper of a hell, right Professor's Pepperwinkle and
Kaku, and old buddy, Mister President Traveler. When I left to go to
the store, and when I returned home again, and I do not know how long
it went on, a huge crowd of weird assholes were walking around the
building and making weird chanting noises, one was carrying a cross
like the old Roman Empire used to crucify their criminals, such as my
sixty-first grandfather's Uncle, named Jesus Carpenter. In those
days, last names were normally given when more than one generation of
trade was entered into by the family. Oh 'shit-fuck' Steve McGinty
from 1977, all things make total sense and have logical reasons for
their beingness. This does not mean that most of this stuff has not
been forever lost to history. Peeps love to make changes and retell
stories, not accurately. My birth certificate is as questionable as
my daughter's. According to what I have learned from sources totally
non-bloggable, my father and another man, had their sperm connected
in a wild experiment. But then, my family has been into this kind of
wild genetic shit forever so it seems, or at least as the reptiles
have told their side of it. Christian bibles admit that Mother-Eve
spoke to these beings, one in particular later was recorded and
became supposedly a part of the great biblical legends, myths, or
true story, who can know. I remember only a vague story, and never
ever spoke to these things. I hated them, and always have. I still
enjoy squishing their guts out. They have made me sick and angry for
at least 12,000 mortal world years, and Lenny McKinnon, your guts are
not immune from my wrath someday, you pile of wicked horse shit, you.
You think you have powers, I have proven to those in the know, that I
too know how to make the cosmos do my bidding, as we both know, Satan
old pal, we are the cosmos, our MIND creates cosmos one dimension
lower. Without 100% knowledge creating 100% belief in this however,
almost feeling or knowing these things is moaningless, meaningless,
and a total waste. Let me not divert too far into a tangent and away
from the story of my BOTBAR TIMES THREE back yesterday, Saturday, the
eleventh of fucking cunt lapping ass January, of satanic demonic
fucking 2014, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
managed to make it both in and out of my building to do my errands
that I could not do when the town was flooded up a while back, and
yes, I BOUGHT MY SILVERWARE AGAIN AT THE DEELS STORE, HA HA HA MIKE
MICKSHIT; and when I came in with my bags, the man at the security
desk at the ground floor lobby who usually is friendly with me, was
rude and nasty as a mother fucking teen with an
attitude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was all super busy on his
little shit box phone that
everybody has totally made a MOTHER FUCKING
GOD OUT OF NOW FOR A SOLID
FUCKING DECADE, not me brother, I won't have or carry
these fucking things for all the cunt sucking love in the cock
sucking fucking whorehouse, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to know
if he knew what was going on. I had a legitimate right to be mildly
concerned, what can start off as some weird peaceful march can end up
like Mississippi and the real KING shit some decades ago in the early
and middle fucking sixties, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
By
the way, anytime I have at least one or more botbar days preceding a
numerical calendar botbar-date, such as the two I speak of, November
eleven and January eleven of each fucking dam ass year good peeps,
YO; the odds are 99.9999999999% that I WILL NOT ESCAPE the botbar
day, that matches the fucking botbar date. Now last January eleven
was super ass bad and BOTBAR, as was with this year, but last year
may have passed without a disaster, as the day before, the tenth was
not a botbar in 2013. But in 2014, the 9 and 10 and now the 11 day
are three SUPER FUCKING BOTBARS, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
getting back to the details of the BOTBAR X 3 good peeps; the man
acted like a total fucking jerk off with me, ignoring me other than
to quickly under his breath lie to me and say they always walk around
here, a total fucking lie. I said to him, you guys with these
cellphone, it is ruining our world you know. He just kept right on
snubbing me as I got into the elevator to up to my apartment, where
within minutes, the day was over and rated botbar. I thought I would
mother fucking relax and try and overcome with a movie and a bag of
pretzels and a soda. Instead of putting the drink on a little end
table and bringing it over next to my bed, I put down my mats and
loosely laid my shit down on them. This is fine unless you stretch
over to make some adjustment with the video that cannot be done with
any of the remotes, and I will explain what went onto happen that
caused a nasty soda fucking spill all over my bed. I went to the Good
Will Store, before going a bit further down the mini-mall, while I
was out on my errands. I wanted to purchase a dozen seventy cent VHS
movie tapes. One was the movie that I never saw before, the famous
one that you all know about; ''HOME ALONE''
with that ugly kid, CM. After a half hour into the fucking
movie-tape, the left channel cut out and I figured, here we go, I
might need to get my spare headphone pair and throw the pair I was
using in the trash, but I test everything out thoroughly and
carefully, and all of my phones did the same thing, so I then went
onto take all the plugs and wires out and reconnect them back into
their proper places, with my video equipment. Still, no fucking cunt
left side would play, sorry, make that no right side. The left only
was playing. So I rewound the videotape back to before this cut out
happened, and sure enough, the fuck up was on the fucking cunt
videotape itself, and at an exact place, pow, no more right channel
sound. I was about to say fuck this and throw the tape in the trash
after I initially before all these steps I have just told you that I
did, I was making adjustments and my can of open soda spilled all
over the bedspread. I had to dry it and clean it and blow a fan on it
for a half hour, and all was fine, HA HA HA, but I was at this
fucking point, SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, the fucking DAY WAS FUCKIGN
OVER. Now I did clean shit up as I said, and eventually, I tried
using the command on the VCR-DVD remote control for AUDIO, and set it
to the MONO setting, and both channels played, but less loudly and
with some noise, so as I said, this tape was a fuck up from the
start, and after watching the movie, I trashed the fucking tape. But
I will not watch or listen to shit on one channel. I will not have
one blank empty side, I don't care if it is the most beautiful
fucking song in the multiverse, sung by SCYLLA HERSELF on
Monolazarium mother fucking boulevard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It need
not be stereo itself, but both sides or channels have to play. If
there is just one speaker that is different, but what I do in a
private residence is private, and I use HEAD FUCKING PHONES, so none
of my nabes can know what I do, it is none of their mother fucking
cunt lapping ass bizz, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The attack at the store, the
horrible way peeps are in Florida, rude beyond shit with their
cellphone life, and then this major fucking klutz out, all triple
played me, in baseball terminology, into a super BOTBAR, especially
after coming off an already mother fucking major two botbars before
this one, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
I
took one LUCK TEST, and my score was what you would expect, actually
a little better than than the usual, during a major 3-day-botbar
death siege from the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, Mister fucking
HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a MINUS FUCKING 9.
The
reason I bought two, not one $5.00 silverware assortment, you might
laugh at folks, but I will tell you anyway. I am what used to be
considered, believe it or not with all my anti establishment ranting
and disillusionment with the status quo power structures of Wall
Street and the G-20, 'A TRUE FUCKIGN AMERICAN'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If we
are told we cannot do this or that, and it is not something we feel
is fair at all, we do it, just as soon as we know we can have a 100%
shot at getting away with it. Now I am not speaking of some horrific
fucking crime, just the old and once well known shit that a real
American does not like being told what he or she can and cannot do.
What the fucking shit do we all wait
21 long fucking years for, for fucking cunt
crissake, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????
So
I was going to only have one nice set of this silverware, and now I
have two, and in honesty, losing the one through theft the other day,
still gives me these two lovely sets for a total of 15 dollars. At
K-MART, to get all this; would be 60 bucks, so I am still ahead of
the fucking game, if I play a little bit of my late mother's head
games, which rarely I do, but in this case folks, I'll make the
fucking exception, BRO!
Hay
PP, if you or your pals reading me get this message back to him, cool
interview you did on the YOUTUBE. I was watching some of your videos
before leaving for my errands yesterday. I guess enemies hate me
going up on Youtube or my doing anything whatsoever remotely
connected with good old mother fucking MUSIC, as we all know by now,
BJ, I pay the price without exception, it seems to be some mother
fucking total in-transmutable law!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it is a
true shame that two peeps with some musical talent had to end up in a
bad feeling with each other. I never meant to be a prick about
anything, and know you did all you could. I wish we had the money all
over again, because Paul old buddy, I think we both know now, that it
could have been spent much wiser. If you are not liked by those who
own this world, and this is real Paul, you will always just be the
independent, never the major. Still, you did quite well,i am proud to
have known you, and I never ever spoke ill of your musical and song
writing ability. I am not a country music person, and so perhaps we
were never meant to be partners or friends as the country scene is
your life, and not mine. That is fine and well, if two adults cannot
agree to disagree, then they are two very immature adults. I am
positive that you would AGREE at least with that statement. I am
sorry for saying things like you were a crook, but let me tell you
something, my pal. Sally said far worse, in her kitchen, when we were
in the Songshop days of early 1988, calling you a con man, a fraud, a
crook, and telling me to watch my back carefully with you, so just
because those around you don't come right out like I do and did,
doesn't make them your great and true-blue friends, old buddy. I
share your love with the Jersey Pine barrens, and wish you would
contact me electronically if nothing else, when you ever get a spare
minute. We really did share some very powerful shit together. I would
love to know the MCTHAXTON deal, was this Chester or one of Chester's
friends, it has to be? Well, you can ignore me forever, but I just
thought that I would say hi to you, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank
you again, my other pal, Seabottom, and on upcoming blogs, I am going
to tell you some stuff that will have you dizzy, so hold on to
something or be seated and strapped in. I enjoy talking when open
minded souls are listening. Judge Judy on her fantastic court-RV show
says it perfectly: God gave us all two ears and one mouth, for a
reason. Why then I wonder do we all talk twice as much as we listen?
It must be that good old REVERSE thing again, you know, thew way the
sun seems to go around us, up in the morning over and across and then
down at night, the world definitely looks flat as a pancake, and on
and on we can go here, old friend.
I
am now at 73 MPB for the year of fucking ass 2014, ladies and
gentlemen, YO. Here is the chart from New Years Day through the close
of January th eleventh, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER OF GOD, THIS IS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON AND A 2009 FAKE BLOG
IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2014
DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB
JANUARY
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JANUARY
02———-01——————————02————-50
JANUARY
03———-02——————————03————-67
JANUARY
04———-03——————————04————-80
JANUARY
05———-03——————————05————-60
JANUARY
06———-04——————————06————-67
JANUARY
07———-05——————————07————-71
JANUARY
08----------05------------------------------08-------------63
JANUARY
09----------06------------------------------09-------------67
JANUARY
10----------07------------------------------10-------------70
JANUARY
11----------08------------------------------11-------------73
THINGS
DO NOT GET MOTHER FUCKING WORSE THAN THEY ARE IN THIS YEAR OF 2014
AND IN THIS CUNT EATING PUTRID MONTH OF JANUARY, MY WONDERFUL KIND
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW: WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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