JANUARY
8, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 12:41
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 44 DEGREES FNHT
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD, THIS IS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON, OR A FAKE
BLOG IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2014
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THIS
MAGICAL FUCKING WORD ''RATIO'' WAS HACKED ON QUESTION NUMBER,
COPYRIGHT OFFICE REDACTED ON TITLE MUSICAL PROJECT, ON THE SORA NEW
JERSEY LICENSE EXAM TEST IN TWENTY OH MAROLA SEVEN, QUESTION
NUMBER 18,
WHEN THE INSTRUCTOR TOLD US, THE WORD IS ''RATIO'' IN THAT QUESTION,
NOT ''RATION''. THE
FUCKING CUNT 'N' JUST KEEPS GETTING HACKED ONTO THE END OF THE WORD,
BY MICROSUCKS WORD PROGRAM HACKERS.
AND IT WAS HACKED AGAIN, JUST LIKE BACK IN OH-MAROLA-7 AT ANN KINGS
PLACE USING ED'S FUCKING LAP TOP, MOTHING EVER CUNT FUCKING LAPPING
CHANGES WITH ME, NEVWER EVER, AND I AM SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO MOVE ON
AND CHANGE, AND LIVE AND GO ON WITH MY LIFE, TELL ME MOTHER FUCKING
HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO ACCOMPLISH THIS, DEAR ASS WORLD??????????????
YIP,
Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice
Gallagher's, before she married my mother's Aunt Maud Huntington
Benjamin's cousin, Herbert Huntington's son, Arthur, from Braintree,
Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, you are reading: MORIANITY
PART VII, CHAPTER XXII
Well
this will not be a long piece of information, but it is high time I
talk about this a little bit, and admit perhaps to myself if nobody
else, that some of this is my fault, and that I indeed, as Scott
Ransom said, have really pissed off some very powerful fucking dirt
bags.
The
time was early 1983 and I had moved out of my first of three
apartments that were in the complex called, Robin Hill, in Voorhees,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. I had been ripped off very cleverly by the
music industry AKA
RIAA, ALSO KNOWN AS THE RECORDING INDUSTRY ASSOCIATION OF AMERICA),
don't read too much into shit; I know from first hand experience,
Lenny McKinnon; it's a much worse habit than overdoing masturbation.
I know the old Headmaster at the Church Farm Non Knowles School
agrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We won't touch this any further, or
anything else we shouldn't, right Tom Reale? I was very angry at
people who thought nothing of taking my shit, making minute
alterations, never wanting me, just stealing my shit and keeping me
in poverty, while they live in luxury and want for fucking cunt ass
nothing, the cheating fucking filthy demonic
bums!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's one huge fucking mafia, so is
Wall Street, so is everything, the entire world from drugs to
Washington politics, it might as well all just be the MOTHER FUCKIGN
MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, they were robbing me blind and laughing at me and mocking
me, and what did I ever mother fucking do to any of these mobbed up
Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS
was my eternal question. This is a question that to this very day of
8 January, 2014, I REMAIN WITHOUT AN ANSWER, the closest one ever
given to me I got somewhat illegally by bugging my own mother
fucking car in the winter of 1988, and got my realtor to repeat a
story that he had told to me on an earlier occasion, and you all know
what he told me, it has been blogged over and over and if I hear or
see it again, I'll
fucking ass CROSS OVER ACADEMY ROAD AND ONTO GRANT GODDESS DAM 1984
AVENUE, WITH A MILLION SORE THROATS
and getting down to ten, or we were but ten, or whatever, great
Washington, DC Copyright Examiners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
decided to wipe them all out for what they did to me, and from my
bathtub in my Atco rented home owned by Gerald Pliner, I used my tape
recorder and my electronic metaphysics to begin creating the
characters I would then need to use, later on from my work station
where all my electronic factory of a sort, was all laid out in the
basement-den. YO,
I WASN'T PLAYIN'.
You can hunt me down and do whatever, and you have kept your word,
covertly, and you know, in truth I'd like to rename this group, the
NSRAA, and symbolically is perfect, as it can easily pronounce
itself, ''NO SARAH'', and the way I feel right now about this
powerful android I created in 2283, and who went onto create a far
better and totally ALL MIGHTY RECOPY OF HERSELF around the last year
that biological life exited on this planet in 6332, most had been
gone 13 centuries, but some remained in the location known as
Subterrania-1987, and was named for me, and we need not touch this
one tiny mother fucking bit, in or out of blogville, AT&T, or
Woodlynn, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Professor KAKU, I would listen
up if I were you, and I know this shit is getting back to you in its
full meaning, while I lie and die back here, in your time as Mark
Wayne Mohr, moaning and groaning for why I am suffering so badly at
the hands of this evil SUBATOMIC BRIGGBASE come to waking level via
natural non technological processes. Yes, the NATIONAL SECURITY
RECORDING AGENCY ASSOCIATION. Yes Professor, they are laughing at you
louder than they are laughing at me, they just don't let you know it
and see it by the stuff that you perceive around your every day
reality, as they do with me. They want me to know they have a
thousand McNulty's HAHA'ING me, where as with you, they just say,
leave it alone and let him talk. They learned shortly after they
closed down PROJECT BLUEBOOK, at the precise time GODDESS ISIS
JUPITER interacted with me, and took my motor-cycle chain away from
me in a ''dream'' and then it really was gone in so-called
''waking-reality''; and the following day her magical three criss
crossed chemtrail was all over the skies of my Camden County in New
Jersey on that middle icy cold December day back in 1969, with or
without Hotel California's, one way squeaking doors, or bad moons
rising, let alone anti-pollution television commercials with my voice
transmitted and broadcast illegally, from coast to coast, a million
times; for the future to hear and begin PROJECT TIMELESS SATELLITE
CREATOR TRANSDIMENSIONALIZE OPERATIONS, or PTSCT-OPS! Sort of rhymes
with that tasty other non YO-PLAY treat, Triscut. Screw you
Microsucks, if you don't recognize a world famous snack, then you
wouldn't recognize you r own rotten fowl mothers, I suppose. But
getting back to trying to wipe out the fucking Entertainment
Industry from my Atco bathtub which seems to have somehow started
this fucking incredible 31 year old war now with these fucking dirt
bag total swine, let me move it along now, Professor Kaku, and
others. Thank you for letting me know you read me guys, it is pretty
obvious to a moron, but then, morons make up as you all should pretty
much know, 99.99 percent of this fucked up spinning ball of puke. The
odds of a coincidence like this new show with one vowel letter off my
powerful WFMU tape would be, well am I in the nabe Professor, my
cowks put it around 15 million to one for being a coincidence, and
hay, maybe this is that once in 15,000,000, only I don't buy it. So
this is why even with my puny little under 40K PH BLOG, I don't worry
or concern myself any longer about the size. If just a handful of
peeps with power on my side of this army and fight are quietly
working to help me, and wish to keep it that way, Mister Seabottom,
fine, I'll respect that. I was going to offer you $$$$$ for what
would have taken you a few minutes to send me electronically, now
forget it, let us all operate like the NEVER SAY ANYTHING NO SUCH
AGENCY. We'll forget the third sacrilegious joke, only it's no
fucking joke, and I know it, as I know you can TIME TRAVEL, SATAN OLD
BOY, you dinger man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You said
you'd never stop and that you had me forever, and deep down inside, I
knew you were going to keep your word, and folks, the devil is not a
super liar, he is a clever liar. A super liar lies and lies and lies
and maybe tells a truth once in a while. A clever liar tells the
truth just about always and gets us tricked into his great honesty
and integrity, and then just as on that wonderful old black and white
Superman show, called ''Olson's Million'', where the old lady thought
Jimmy Olson had saved her cat, only it was Superman who did; and that
cleaver butler, Mister Stacy Tracy, then went onto trick him, using
this same methodology and principle. This is what I refer to now with
CLEVER LYING verses SUPER LYING. A super liar is never believed. A
clever liar gets believed that one time when it really counts. I knew
somehow deep down, you rotten bastard, that you really were the man
downstairs and had great power, and were going to keep your word to
me. I put it all out of my mind, as I did with so many other things
that pertain to you through your significant other, and you saw
through all of that, and that is why since you were twelve, you were
fixated on my daughter, you rotten son of a bitch, YO! Yes there is
another way for me to get all of my music back, but I have to give
200 dollars to the Staples Store Company again, and get Adrian out
here. Oh Darius Deezy Slim, how I mother fucking envy you dudes and
kings of this computer age. The prophets got it all fucked up, and
the church won't talk about it, it is a worse scare and scandal than
the sex fucking shit in the nineties, because this a career-ender for
religion. This BUY AN DSEEL THING IN THE ''END TIMES'', it was all
wrong, they got it all fucked up, Dawn-Marie King, to quote lovely
mother fucking ass you, go girl, you and great lovely fucking Leticia
Kane, the original KANE, tillers of the field, and worthy of worry
when my goddess gets taken away from me. When you cannot use this new
age G-20 internet, WHEN STOPPED DUE TO being too old, enemies refuse
your request to join the club, having the kind of fucked up wired
brain that cannot self learn, being to poor to overcome all of the
preceding problems, and on I could go, this is what the prophets saw,
and said in the end times, without the MARK, of the BEAST, you will
be stopped from being able to participate in the SYSTEM, (you cannot
buy or sell), and they made it sound as though they wanted you and
not the other way around, they SHUT YOU OUT OF SHIT, and you are then
fucked and cannot do anything except slowly die off after you
complain yourself to fucking cunt lapping death and give up the cunt
eating ass ghost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many
things are misunderstood, but here is one that is not. I knew as days
and weeks followed my plans to retaliate against this group from
fucking hell, LITERALLY, that I was a fucking dead man. A man came on
a Mitsubishi Automobile Television Commercial in 1983, and starred
right through my soul, I cannot explain it, but I knew I was dead. I
had just written a song called, ''NEW JAPAN'', that was on one of the
three compilation musical projects that I did from this house at
Atco, at 134 Norris Avenue, I will paste it in now, these are the
three possible projects that this song could be on.
These
three projects from 1983 are in RED
COLOR
font.
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PLEASE
HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL
ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN
INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST,
MAHM.
THANK
YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE
IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY
PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF
ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT
COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A
REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME
BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988,
IN NEW JERSEY.
THANK
YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME
WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE
AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING
ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL
YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING
ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.
FOLKS,
I AM UNDER A MAJOR FUCKING DEATH SIEGE. THE SKY WAS FILLED THIS
AFTERNOON WITH SUPER CHEMTRAILS, THE MILITARY IS ALL OVER ME WITH
THEIR FUCKED UP HALL-MILITUFAWCE VESSELS, STALKING AND PERSECUTING
ME TOTALLY ILLEGALLY, UTILITY HARASSMENTS ARE GROWING MORE POWERFUL
WITH PASSING HOURS, AND THE LIST IS MOTHER FUCKING LONG AND CUNT
EATING ASS UGLY, YO!!!!!
I
do have some wild mother fucking news to impart to anybody who just
might happen to be the least cock sucking fucking bit interested.
It is responsible for the latest bombardment in air persecution, but
not for the earlier shit as I had not yet had the experience when
the earlier fucking shit transpired.
JANUARY
6, 2014,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 5:02
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
SOME
ILLEGAL BLACK HAT SCUM BAG HACKER IS IN MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW WHILE
I AM TRYING TO TYPE IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING DOCUMENT, VIOLATING MY
CLIT HUFFING CIVIL RIGHTS, FEDERAL
BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION,
AMERICAN
CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION,
AND BOB MCDOWELL, CHAIRMAN OF THE ONE AND ONLY GREAT FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION,
KIND SIRS, and old back burner and non back burner pals from good
old lovely TEXAS, right Patty-Jane???????????
Today
is a super cunt lapping mother fucking jerked off BOTBAR,
with no chance for any reprieve from anyone, my lovely ass
government, my lovely ass EW lovelies, and my lovely ass Wall Street
Mafioso Hot Shots.
IF
YOU LOOK AT THE NOW PASTED IN BELOW FLORIDA WEATHER BUG MAP, IT
SHOWS THE PLACE UNDER A BLANKET OF SNOW. SO WHY AM I SWEATING LIKE A
FUCKING DYING WARRIOR ON A BATTLEFIELD IN ANCIENT FUCKING CUNT
GREECE, OLD BUDDY GEORGE S. PATTON? Why is it hotter than Stevie
Wonder's 1980 July?????????????? Why does it fucking feel 140
degrees if all this nice winter-gray color is all over my area, sup
great power structure authorities of this wonderful wovewee world,
YO?
If
anyone out here reading me even for one or two years, let alone 3-8;
really thinks you have been told all the huge shit about my life,
you are totally incorrect!!!!!!!!!!!!!So
far in 2014, my ''blogaud''; my MAGNETIC
PERCENTAGE BOTAR OR (MPB) IS AS FOLLOWS ON THIS MONTH NUMBER ONE,
AKA JANUARY. THINGS
SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHIT
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this
is going to be a real mother fucking whopper of a super nasty ass
rotten cunt sucking year ladies and gentlemen, and Professor J.
Pepperwinkle, sir. Say hi to Kenny Rogers Krassle and Superman for
me, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING START OF A YEAR IN A LONG FUCKING TIME,
MAYBE SINCE THE FUCKING EIGHTIES OR EARLY INTO THE MOTHER FUCKING
ASS NINETIES, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am positive
their evil fucking DOW JONES MARKETS, CUNT EATING FUCKING FLEW
TODAY, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIP,
Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice
Gallagher's, before she married my mother's Aunt Maud Huntington
Benjamin's cousin, Herbert Huntington's son, Arthur, from Braintree,
Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, you are reading: MORIANITY
PART VII, CHAPTER XIX
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Well
beautiful Judge Judy, you are on and I am going to watch your cool
court-TV show. That is your playpen, just as you claim it is. Cool.
MORIANITY
IS MY PLAYPEN, AND LATER ON, I WILL TELL SOME BIGGER WHOPPERS THAN
ANYTHING I HAVE EVER SAID YET; OH MY WONDERFUL PAL, PRESIDENT OBAMA.
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMNAD ON G-7.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
ON MY EXACT NON DUPLICATABLE VOICE PRINT.
GO
TO A 100 HOUR ETN DESTRUCT ORDER ON ALL ORDERS, ALL COMMANDS, AT MAX
OUT POWER PULL GAIN, UNDER A PSS-I-2-D, A/B-TONE, HEARING THE AT&T
1983 TONES AS THE LONG VOWELL SOUNDING LETTER 'E'.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO GENERAL ORDER 901, G-1133, UNDER CG-5555, CG-2, G-189, UNDER
CG-18, A---N---D----**********S--T--O--P.
SOMEBODY
OR SOME GROUP OF SUPER FUCKING SCUM BAGS ON THIS PLANET, ARE GONNA'
BE REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL FUCKING SORRY ASS SAD CAMPERS, REAL
SOON, MY LOVELY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL TEEN OF 1984,
INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
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