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Folks, the entire world is what it is,
just as Dawn-Marie King said so, over and over and over and over and
over!
MORIANITY
PART VIII, CHAPTER I
PRIVATE
JOURNALS ARE OVER, THINGS ARE WAY
TO MOTHER FUCKING BAD FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
29, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 2:17
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
It
feels 85 degrees with this 100% fucking humidity!
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I
am calling the AT&T later on today when I get up, to report
signal pirating. My modem has only one solid line and two lines when
I am using the computer, never the solid three that I am supposed to
have. They keep insisting this cannot be happening, well it mother
fucking is. So is major health attacks on my body, major door
slamming tonight starting after 1 AM, and if it does not stop, I AM
CALLING THE CRIME STOPPERS NUMBER THAT DEBRA MARATTO GAVE TO ME BACK
ON MONDAY MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THERE IS MORE PEEPS, WAY MOTHER
FUCKIGN CUNT LAPPING MORE TO TELL. THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO DO A
PRIVATE JOURNAL, I WANT THIS BLOG TO GROW, AND I AM PAYING TO HAVE IT
NETWORKED, A WEBSITE BUILT AND HOSTED, AND ALL MERGED TOGETHER BY AN
EXPERT. THERE IS NO REASON IF I HAD 130 AVERAGE HITS PER DAY ONCE,
THAT THIS CANNOT BE DOUBLED OR TRIPLED, WITH ALL OF THE CORRECT
MARKETING, AND GOOGLE RECOGNITION ON ALL MAJOR SEARCH ENGINES. THE
PROBLEM IS THAT I KNOW THESE WORDS AND ECHO THEM TO YOU, HERE ON A
BLOG; BUT I DO NOT KNOW THE FIRST MOTHER FUCKING THING ABOUT HOW TO
DO ANY OF THIS FUCKING CUNT EATING BULLSHIT MYSELF!!!!!!!!
When
I came in from my errands and tried to watch my television, all my
channels were fucked up and I had lost many of them. No agent from
Comcast told me that I was being placed into a lower tier package for
saving money. I originally had this problem because of the pirating
of my modem box with AT&T. Comcast is a closed system and no one
can do this. So they lowered my bill by taking away all my channels.
I had it set up on a 99 dollar promotion and no one can seem to make
this work with me, so the only explanation is Cannon and his fucking
games, the ding
road time trip dude from fucking McKinnon HELL 1980 incarnate,
LITERALLY!!!!!!!!! I told the
agent I cannot prove this but am ready to officially write to the
Florida State Attorney General's Office.
Let me now hope that I can get the services they say I can get, and
at the price they legally quoted me months ago, without all of this
continual interference. Only one possible thing can be causing this
woe and misery, just as it is causing it here at the building with
these monsters from cunt chewing fucking HELL SQUARED!!!
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PLEASE
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MORIANITY
PART 8, CHAPTER 1. THANKS
FOLKS.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
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BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
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AHA-AHA-AHA
MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!
LAUGH
THE FUCK AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO, BASTARDS!!!!
There
are many unexplainable truths happening all around the universe, and
our world, and yes; us individually. This is simply because, we all
are like a little package, with a super program, and a super
computer; Professor Kaku, that automatically turns on an entire
're-al-o-gram', and then all else exists because of each of us, in
fact making this so. Well, this seems an OK idea and concept until
the next very obvious query comes popping into most healthy minds,
from here. Fine, so how does it all then interact together? This is
where I keep saying to you all, do you have ten or twenty or more
years to sit and read while I just type until I drop over dead? It is
not a tweet-bird short story, my great wonderful folks out here,
YO!!!!!! Sorry, I'm just being honest.
Hay
girl, Leticia Tilley;
Tell
me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your bitch???
Add to Your Facebook Timeline
Showcase
your uploads, Stories and other recent activity on your Facebook
Timeline. You're always in control of who sees what - you can turn it
off or remove posts at any time.
THANK
YOU
BLOGGER.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3) WOW did this cause me woes!!!!!!!!
This
is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the
entire song, 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER',
MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the
risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my
wonderful great Morians. 'Been there, did that' via STM.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The
Meaning of Life." The
back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side
of the road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to
listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture
Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded
either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while
Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he
is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.
His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of
the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.
And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying
to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him
is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna
Summer, or WFMU's own
Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981,
is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da'
Mountainpen, TEE-HEE-HEE!!!
Florida
Attorney
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.
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If
anyone can find me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY
AND REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!
LOTSALUK
WITH YOUR CONSCIENCE, LOVELY WONDERFUL PEOPLE, FROM MY EARLIEST
NIGHTMARES AS A BOY!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART EIGHT,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4
FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE
DAY.
YOU
ARE
NOW READING
THIS CHAPTER
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Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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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, © Office of Washington????????
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 right now, kind wonderful ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
READ
ON FOR THE ANSWER!
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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.
WHEN
THE CAT IS AWAY, THE WOMO-MILITUFAWCES PLAY!
Well
great peeps, let's get down to
CASES
now,
as promised!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning,
you're all MINE!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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, it is not time
yet to say unto all of you, nighty-nite, and BYE-BYE!!!
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BLUES, no peeps, I don't ''know
most everything''.
I only know what I know, and the rest is a blank mystery.
Now what I do know about, is math and odds. Let me try and explain,
as this is the blog, and as the great Judge Judy on the court-TV show
says so well; the rest is filler. All the pwetty colors and all the
charts and diagrams and graphs and photos and all of it, just a lot
of filler shit to grab a little attention; so my blogs might just get
read someday by a few more people, only it ain't working, so I'll
have to figure out another way of operating soon. But that is for a
later time for me to be worried about. But let us look at what
happened in early July of 2008, because people; this is so major,
that of course no one will believe anything that I say; but I am
saying it anyway. So laugh all you want to at me world, and you too,
Mike McNulty, AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was living at the Jenny Plageman Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Home
Park, just east of Hammonton, New Jersey, 22 miles west of Atlantic
City, New Jersey; right on the main highway leading down to it, the
WHITE HORSE JEWELLY VIQUEEN PIKE, AKA ROUTE 30, as in soon it will be
3030, but not in my lifetime, and so on. At least Mister 'Dingman'
did not take me to that situation, in the off-regular-time. I'll give
him that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
had told Dawn-Marie King in a letter to her, while she was at the New
Jersey Rehabilitation Clinic for women, in Seacaucus, New Jersey; and
they had a men's division nearby, but naturally, did not mix them
together for quite obvious reasons; but I said I would think about
moving in with her and her mother, Ann King Silva, after she served
her time in the clinic, and got clean and dry from her horrendous
excessive alcohol abuse problem. This entire family has substance
abuse issues, gang issues, violence issues, incest issues; and if I
went on much more, you would learn about my death in here soon, after
not hearing from me online for a few weeks or months. There is no way
it won't break out into even the most controlled media, as I have
carefully done major things to ensure that I won't be cleverly
murdered, and die in obscurity; with this family getting away with my
cold blooded, and very ruthless murder.
Folks,
this is not neighbors, or government or even big wealthy business
persons, they are all just puppets. No one believes in the greatest
movie in the world, but it tried hard to tell a story, without
arising any suspicion that Hollywood is onto the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society). It was called, ''THE BODY SNATCHERS''. This works
differently, but with similar overtones. There is a magic triangle
that makes the famous triangle around my area, and just southeast of
me towards Bermuda; look like kids in a fucking cunt eating sand box
playing some dumb dorky game. This triangle is, (dreaming,
hyperspace, exploratrons). We dream in parallel universes, you all
know this, you know you seem to be in the world of the waking, but
something is always different about it, something weird and parallel,
not familiar. Advanced entities have learned and mastered the fucking
art form of control sleeping in deep trances, already planning to
visit a parallel reality, and take over their double self in that
parallel universe, rather than do what normal dreamers just do all
the time when they say nighty night. They simply are the recessant
inside their doubles, and this is why many dreams have the effect of
''watching a movie'', we all have heard this or experienced it, or
both, an so do not bother telling me otherwise, pwetty pwetty
pweeeze.
Yes
folks, yesterday and just about every fucking cunt eating day for me
in 2014, is SUPER FUCKIGN ROTTEN BOTBAR. I AM IN THE HIGH FIFTIES
FOR MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR, THAT MEANS 3 OUT ODF EVERY 5 DASYS
FOR DFUCKIGN POOR OLD PITIFUL ME ARE MONSTER ASS HORRIBLE, YO YO YO
YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will come back tomorrow with detailed charts of all of these things,
MPB for the month, which they can only make so bad, even if they
destroy all the final fucking days of January for me, and if they
don't, it won't be a significant drop in MPB either. Where it is
right here today or yesterday where I closed it out when I started
this blog, is basicly the MPB for this first horrendous mother
fucking 2014 month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now folks, here
is a
RANDOMLY
SELECTED REPRINT OF OLD SAFE JOURNAL 103.
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 103
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
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TRANSMISSION:
Huge
hack on the computer needs to be reported, in case you are reading
any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE CARUSO, and other great men and
women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid
to take on this powerful ass
family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my
utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is torn down by
none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will finally find the
remains of JIMMY.
What
this horrendous mother fucker did to me on the street in Atlantic
City near the boardwalk, known as TENNESSEE AVENUE in many parts of
the great hyperspace, such as where this blog is posting up to, is
beyond unspeakable, and as I type, his pal, Morty Mortino that
Biblically is referred to as the “Death Angel”; just buzzed in my
left ear at about 9:13 this night, YO. Ed who posted up the web-page
that I owned at the time, or rented really, as if I owned it, it
would still be fucking up there, and as I speak and type the computer
hack is getting fucking more vicious, but Ed Lynch was in the car
with me, and sitting in the what I jokingly now refer to as the
MI-SEAT, as I was in that same seat in another car that night in
1986, and her cousin McGuire who at that time I had no clue to the
major details of this incredible and unfathomable wild family from
beyond the stars, literally, but this wild nut-job came right up to
this MI-SEAT of the car in October of 2006, and did something
horrible to us both and then to the car, and then made us totally
forget it and never even see it, as only when we developed the film
as we were taking photos for the website of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
and this is when the picture clearly showed him right there on us,
and we never saw it at all. This I will swear to in any court on this
planet, and this is what our own government does not have one bit of
control over, and wants us therefore all to believe that they do, and
that they are covering it all up, just to make them appear so
powerful and awesome, as without this, no government can properly
govern, and any intelligent person knows that is a fact, the last
sentence if not the rest ODF it, YO!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR “ODF”, I
SAID 'THE REST OF IT, THANK YOU HACKER SHIT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! This
powerful 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL' has been messing with me all of my life,
and only other 'abductees' of these monsters in this nightmare ass
interaction, can fully appreciate or understand, and fully know, the
dangerous powerful reality of it all, and how your life is endlessly
adversely effected by it should you be a victim. You never get a
moment of peace, not ever. Only it is not some gray reptile alien
with screwy looking eyes doing this to you, and you all who like
believing in that horse shit, just go right on believing it, I fully
know the total bullshit to all of it. The truth as always, is so much
more real and more powerful than any fictional television movie or
any other silly ass idea from average humankind and their
imaginations. I do not blame anyone in particular, even the physical
counterpart that 'IS' THIS INCREDIBLE FAMILY, MIZZ
GILMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I blame is the circumstances that we
exist in the void infinity and need to endlessly dream out and away
from it, doing 'A' or 'B' endlessly, only the word 'endlessly' is
meaningless, as it only has any significant tangible meaning in
interactions of time-worlds. I blame and hate this reality, that is
all, no one else, no thing other than this, only the reality that is
hell, and that all of you are spared from being aware and awake or
lucid to here in your human experience now if you are reading this
blog, lucky-lucky-you, no insult meant there Rudy-Toot-Toot from the
Institute, but I know I am not one of the sharper knives in the
drawer, I merely own the fuck up to it. If I was so damn bright and
brilliant as all of the summer skies, Sarah, none of this would have
happened, as I would never had let you go in 1986, the hell with
spending time on Rikers Island. You don't have to spare the world any
longer just because I loved your cousin, as I'll always love
Lightning, in my existence as Ricktafarius. Strange though that spell
checker gives me a choice to spell my Astral name, what big LENNY is
in charge of, or so he told me before he made the switch over. Still,
12X12X7 is indeed the correct code symbol, my lovely Scylla. Now that
he owns the Comcast Network and controls my computer, along with his
new pal Will McAfee, what will he do to me next, brown eyes?
This
'traveler' went back to July and almost killed me today as a result,
causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social
security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my
SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file, and then reappear back
normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your
time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on on that street
right now, old multiplier of sevens, twelves, and
doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to
appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his?
Smoke on Jim Pratt, 'Emit Madeinhell', and, the rest of my good pals
in ROT-WEST. Gee, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and
all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old
philosophers may ponder and query?
Sheriff
Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric's seeds before they could
ever have a chance to grow, and all the old rock and roll music fans
know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them, why you want to
kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking Haddonfield, New Jersey,
and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER', so is
it Copyright 1973 or 21 years later in 1994, when I sent the dozen
C-90 cassette tapes down to Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So
Cardboard ears cousin, what really is hidden there in Carlisle,
PAUSAESMWG? I'll find out eventually, so the roving towel lady of
wealth and her letters will someday be just another truth in the FBI
files, right E.Z Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseann Neckbites,
without the name!!!!!!!!!!!
All
the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the
favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still,
what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The
nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are the
endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we all
really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and screw
with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just lay in
the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never fathomed
that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and now I am
remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if only I had
been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and why would you
want to tape me anyway, 'Calendars McDowell'???????????? Everyone in
Quakertown as well as Altoona and Carlisle know fully well about the
fall out effect from knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best,
other than MI? Glad you got out of the city before those lovely
trails totally wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many
people, and I am no longer the only one that talks about it, so this
must tell the world something about my incomprehensible story of woe.
I never forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a
cool little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what
is it really about, and where does it really come from, and why,
sheeeeeeeeeeit, other blogs are there, as are tomorrows; for listing
and elaborating on these additional freaking details, YO! 4-NOW,
BROWN EYED KAL, let me just say, END TRANSMISSION, and
WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
If
this siege does not back off in February, and the same mother fucking
MPB persists against me unrelentingly as a mother fucker squared, I
promise the world that something so horrible will happen that I am
too smart to blog it, but when it happens, you will say, ''Jesus
Fucking christ Almighty, he said it would, the little fucking
bastard''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, I am not 4'7'', and my
hands most definitely ARE CLEAN, unlike volleyball boyfriend stealing
consequences, and lightning in the hands of a toddler, and poor me in
the hands of a wild out of control teen that will stop at nothing
until she destroys me 100%. Ever since 1980, shame on Shirley
Cantdance and myself, for not properly putting this fucking shit
together when so many of the clues were all right there staring us in
our haunted RPL-Studio faces, Mashell Daniels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW, SILWEE FUCKING WABBIT.
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