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MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0022, ABDI-KATED KING OF NEW SHOES
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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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Soon after all of this, I was struck ill like my mother was struck ill in late 1997, 14 and a half mother fucking years later on. Both of our conditions were non diagnosable by anyone in the entire medical world. I still suffer from mine, and my mother was in agony with hers for 26 months, before succumbing to her nightmare attack the day after Christmas in 1997.
Still, I lashed out in anger more and more after I survived my attack. These fucking demons in human bodies are straight out of the fucking gates of hell.
They have persecuted me over, and over, and over; and it went on since my birth; but got worse since I tried to wipe them out, using my tape recorder technology. Then after 1986 and the shit I managed to do such as win consistently at roulette at the Jersey fucking casinos, build a full scale Magnesonic Machine and start using it in the real world to make ”miracles happen”, and they did, and many know all about it all, also I began directly communicating with the gods of the ASTRAL-PLANE, a real project-Bluebook—–NO-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of these things started in 1983, and led me on a path that really, I never started, and the Christian Bible did get that much of it all correct. No human being could have done this in one short speck and dot of cosmic time, springtime-1983; and I am just flesh and blood, and merely a totally human being. I just know some things, and when I say know, it is FAITH-KNOW, only the faith is not like Christians have in stuff from hyper-natural world planes, between 1-99.99 somewhere, the big difference here is simple, mine is 100%. That is because I KNOW. This is not arrogance folks, because the reason that I know is that I HAVE SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So don’t worship me or want to throw fucking rocks at me. I just have SEEN SHIT, and so I KNOW SHIT, not 99, not 99.99, and not 99.9999999%. That’s the big difference with me, and anyone else on this fucking Earth, and ONLY FUCKIGN THAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poolroy knew this about me back in middle 1995 and early into 1996. But then we all know there is a lot more to Poolroy as well as this entire clan of cousins and in-laws, than any internet source or ancestry dot com can ever take us to. You can be the ultimate explorer or genealogy but sometimes, you need to get your information from HIGHER PLACES, OR PLANES, or in some cases, from what you folks could call, ANGELS, such as Mister Moroni Caddy and Mister Goldsmith Elder Hair of the Mormon Church, back in 1998!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now before I fall; head deep down in the Florida snow and get all blue ’cause I don’t have my strobe light that I saw in my daughter’s hand that day in her house when she was 2 or 3 or whatever; and never ever should have written all those songs but I did, and the early eighties are done and over and gone, and that is that, and I cannot go back and undo shit, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, here I sit, angry as shit. Hit by a puck as the Flyers yelled FUCK. Atco is gone, with the year eighty-three. I’m no longer an uncle on an old bending knee. Here is the way that I feel about you. All of the dirt bags who’ve shoved me the screw. Should I see you laying face down and in pain. I’ll laugh ’till my mouth is too wet from the rain. Don’t tell me you came here to shit and you failed. Don’t tell me your plans have now all been derailed. So sit there and fart and think you’re so smart. When you least think it coming, you’ll then be impaled. You’ve stolen my life and you took all my shit. You think that you’re gods and you’re nothing but jit. So know this my fiends in the land of the plenty. A day will arrive when for you there’s not any. A curse be placed on your heads and your feet. May you know be know horror, and be white as a sheet. May you pain and suffer long, through every evening, every dawn. Empty back be all you see. A drifting soul that’s never free. A nightmare through eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE FIRST WEEK OF 2014 CAME IN WORSE THAN ANY YEAR THAT I CAN REMEMBER IN A VERY LONG TIME, MAYBE SINCE 1987. I STILL REMEMBER 1990, AS BAD AS THAT JANUARY WAS, AND IT WAS BAD, THE MPB AT THE END OF WEEK NUMBER ONE WAS LOWER THAN THIS. TODAY’S BOTBAR IS BECAUSE OF MY PHYSICAL CONDITION SUFFERING FROM THE RECENT MAJOR BARRAGE OF WHAT ELSE, CHEMTRAILS, ALONG WITH A ROARING BULL RALLY STOCK MARKET WHICH I TOLD YOU WOULD HAPPEN AFTER YESTERDAY’S ASSAULT ON ME, AND A NON ENDING WIPE OUT ON MY PERSONAL LUCK, BOTH TODAY AND YESTERDAY ON BOTH TESTS, FOR A TOTAL OF FOUR TEST-GAMES, -13, -13, -13, -13. IT DOES NOT GET WORSE THAN MOTHER FUCKING THIS, KIND PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE GREAT GAWNUM AND KING OF THE CATS, GAGA, HAS A CONTINUING SAGA TO WRITE, AS I ASKED TWO/TOW, SUE/USE NEW QUESTIONS, AND OF COURSE, RECEIVED TWO NEW ANSWERS; MIND AND MACHINE HACKED OR NOT, RATIO/RATION; AS YOU CAN SEE ON TWO NEAR TERM PREVIOUS BLOGS GOT HACKED. THIS IS JUST THE SAME AS IT WAS HACKED ON QUESTION NUMBER COPYRIGHT OFFICE REDACTED ON TITLE MUSICAL PROJECT, THE SORA NEW JERSEY LICENSE EXAM TEST, 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. ED HIMACANE TOLD ME, THEY LOVE TO HACK THIS PARTICULAR MOTHER FUCKING SHIT. WHY, ONLY THEIR SICK MINDS CAN TRULY UNDERSTAND, BOB MCDOWELL OF THE FCC; BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS DOWN ABOUT AS LOW AS IT GETS BEFORE SHOOTING UP A PLACE AND TAKING YOUR OWN LIFE, AND LORD KNOWS; THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE, AND NO ONE EVER WILL GET IT; AND TO ME, PROFESSOR KAKU SIR; WITH ALL OF YOUR GREAT SCIENCE; THIS PROVES EVIL IS REAL, AND THAT A PERSONAL AND REAL SATAN-DEVIL DOES IN FACT, FUCKING COCK SUCKING ABSOLUTELY EXIST, AND LIVES RIGHT HERE ON THIS DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING EARTH!!!!!!!
SO LET’S GET TO THE TWO QUESTIONS I ASKED OF GAGA-KITTY, AND HIS ANSWERS TO ME:
QUESTION NUMBER 1:
WHY DID THE MILITUFORCE STRIKE ME SO HARD ON 01/06/2014? HIS ANSWER WAS PCN-495. HERE IS MOST OF WHAT I HAVE ON MY MATCH-BOOK ITEMS LIST FOR PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-495:
NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, PICTURE PUZZLE, ROBERT ANDREWS, PRETTY JOY TOOL, TAYLOR COTTAGE, TALL, GODS, LOVE, SARAH JACOBSON, JEEP, CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR——————————-
QUESTION NUMBER 2:
WHAT IS THIS NEW SHIT IN MY BODY FOR THE PAST MONTH NOW, WHERE MY LEFT NOSTRIL IS STUFFED UP AND A VERY FOWL SMELL IS PRESENT UPON MANY OCCASIONS? HIS ANSWER WAS PCN-541. HERE IS MOST OF WHAT I HAVE ON MY MATCH-BOOK ITEMS LIST FOR PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-541:
YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP, WILLIAM CLINTON, WATER, GRACE MESSENGER, ROBERT CHEATLEY———-
These responses leave me with lots of GAWNUM-QUIZZING WORK to do later on, or (GQW), as there is much more to this than silently asking a question twice, of a deck of cards with aces through nines, and getting two digits called the TRANCED GAWNUM ROOT, or the (TGR) number.
Folks, I am not here to toot my horn and say look at me, I’m a mother fucking super prophet. But the facts do indeed SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES HERE, KIND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I MEAN REALLY, am I wrong???
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 XXI
Allow me to show you just one out of thousands of times I said shit, and then poof, there it is, just as I TOLD YOU, SWEET GINA!!!!!
LET ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DAVID! But let us quickly end all this for today with a little parlor magic lesson. EVERYTHING IS A TRICK, EVEN TIME TRAVEL OF ANY KIND. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ”alien abduction experiences shared around the planet”??? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A LITTLE HACKING AGAIN, BOBBY MCDOWELL, JUST IN CASE YOU ARE INTERESTED, I SUPPOSE MY WONDERFUL KID HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN WATCH HER LOVELY SNOW AND MESS WITH POOR OLD ME, ENDLESS TWO THOUSAND 8.
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Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project:
NOW WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO JOIN???
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About me
| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | paranormal researcher |
| Location | Hammonton, New Jersey, United States |
| Introduction | Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. |
| Interests | I close my mind to nothing |
| Favorite Movies | all old movies |
| Favorite Music | most old music |
| Favorite Books | The winds of war, Time travelers from our future, Gone with the wind, |
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.
Now before we complete the blog, please see this:
MORIANITY-7—–SO SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)
Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only the opening title words are real.
To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.
DON’T LOOK ON THE NET FOR MY MUSIC, I HAVE TAKEN IT ALL DOWN. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
”NOTHING LASTS FOREVER”.
Of course ‘forever’ is just a silly illusion that exists inside a very few spatial dimensions but who’s counting, 1969 Russ Thaxton, and 1982 Adam Pandora?????????????????
Always leave it to a super fucking botbar. My next door prick nabe is booming is scummy loud stereo that he claims and lies to my face, he does not have. Just a little radio, to quote him. No little radio sounds like that, I know, I worked at a sound studio. It began at 6:55, and I won’t call the cops unless it stays super loud past eleven tonight.
YES today is a back-to-back 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.
THESE LOVELY NUMBERS OF
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compensates for PAGE FUCKING CUNT EATING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, AND JANE WITCHBITCH AND HER ATLANTA, GEORGIA CLOCK ATTACK BACK IN 1993!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOLD YOU THE MARKET WOULD RACE UP, AND THAT I WOULD BE PUT TO DEATH, SO WHEN I AM FOUND IN HERE MURDERED, FBI, YOUR MALFEASANCE AND MISFEASANCE CAN BE EXPLAINED AWAY IN SPECIAL COMMITTEE SOMEDAY UPON FUCKING CUNT CRAPITOL SHILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OHSHIT
Every mother fucking time their DOW JONES is dropping, and then hits a low and tried to go back up, THE ENEMY WILL STRIKE ME HARD. THIS IS A PARALLEL EVENT THAT THEY KNOW MOTHER FUCKING WORKS EVERY TIME, AND NOTICE THE CHART BELOW, AS AROUND 2 THIS AFTER FUCKING NOON, IS WHEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME BY THIS EVIL MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!
I HOPE YOU ARE BURNING IN HELL ANN AND DAWN KING!!!!!!!!
TO ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN.
Things repeat, but you all are not getting it yet!!!
Watch the market FLY the rest of the week, the damage is done!
I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet.
FUCK THIS EVIL ASS ROTTEN WORLD.
MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS, FBI, HOUSING AUTHORITY, ALCU, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, VATICAN CITY, YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME, AND YOU ARE NOT FUCKING STUPID PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY 7, 2014,
TUESDAY EVENING AT 5:55
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 51 DEGREES FNHT
*****************OHSHIT********************** 2014 DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB
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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
MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 20 YEAH, I FUCKED UP ON BLOGGER AND SAID CHAPTER 29 INSTEAD OF 19, SO SOOOOOOO ME ARTHUR CRANE, OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH PEEPS, YYYYYYYYY WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME AND BELIEVE ME WHEN YOU ALL KNOW I AM SO CUNT EATING CORRECT WITH MY PROBLEMS WITH BOTH FUCKING ASS WALL STREET AND THE MUSIC JERK OFF INDUSTRY AKA RIAA???????????????????
red alert——-red alert——-red alert——-red alert:
Oh and don’t let me fool you, I will love her for eternity, as I love her in eternity, right American Express Dowd old caveman Goldsmith?????? HACKERS tried to stop me from two blogs, they are powerful tonight, old friend Bob McDowell from Hopkins Lane in January of 1973, in Danny Mackey’s class, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where has mother fucking 41 years gone to Delta-Dawn-Marie KING?????????????????
Every mother fucking time their DOW JONES is dropping, and then hits a low and tried to go back up, THE ENEMY WILL STRIKE ME HARD. THIS IS A PARALLEL EVENT THAT THEY KNOW MOTHER FUCKING WORKS EVERY TIME, AND NOTICE THE CHART BELOW, AS AROUND 2 THIS AFTER FUCKING NOON, IS WHEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME BY THIS EVIL MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!
I HOPE YOU ARE BURNING IN HELL ANN AND DAWN KING!!!!!!!!
TO ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN.
UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????
YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!
So indeed folks, just where have all of theTRUTH-PATRIOTSall gone to, and when will any of us ever learn anything??????????????????
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Things repeat, but you all are not getting it yet!!!
Watch the market FLY the rest of the week, the damage is done!
I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever.I was having totally other issues then, withHALLS FAWCES!!!!! This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN.
Every mother fucking time for the past 5 months since this DOUBLE FUCKING TECHNO-POOP SHIT, FUCKED UP MY CUNT SWALLOWING LIFE, ON AUGUST 28, 2013; THEY PERSECUTE, THEN THE NEXT 3 WEEKS IS UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, SO WATCH IT GO STRAIGHT TO FUCKING 17, 18, 19, 20 THOUSAND CUNT SUCKING POINTS NOW, AND AS ALWAYS; RIGHT ON MY AGONIZED BACK, TORTURE AND TORMENT THEY CAUSE ME AND GET SCOTT FUCKING CUNT AWAY WITH IT, AND HAVE, SINCE ANOTHER FAMOUS FUCKING AUGUST, QUITE SOME TIME AGO; AND YESTERDAY TO MOTHER FUCKING ASS POOR LITTLE PATHETIC ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE ARE YOU WHJEN I NEED YOU, LOVELY PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL. HAVE ALL LIBERTIES AND CIVIL RIGHTS VANISHED INTO POTTER COFFERFIELD BLAINES STINKING MAGIC HAT??????????????????????????????
JANUARY 6,2014
MONDAY EVENING AT 10:00
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 56 DEGREES FNHT.
WOW DO THINGS MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS
S——-U——-C——-K for me, right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say Anything peeps, all know what’s fucking ass getting said here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
THE LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED CHICKENis heaven, next to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For anyone to do what they do to me, is known about in the deepest darkest corner of HELL, AKA DOGTOWN, on the Astral-Plane. What a bunch of total mother fucking barn yard pigs, at C-SQ and then cubed, right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say Anything peeps, all know what’s fucking ass getting said here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll snow them in, right James Stuart, my best to Pookah Harvey, sir????????
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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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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
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’.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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:
Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)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.
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SHAME ON YOU SHIRLEY CANTDANCE, AND STEVE COUCHMOVER, AND LOVELY BEAUTIFUL PATTY HOLLISTER OF THE MIDDLE SEVENTIES. I CAN’T FUCKING DANCE EITHER, AND THIS HEAT ON MY FEET IS THE REALLY BIG SAGA RIGHT NOW, OH GREAT WORLD OF WONDERFUL FUCKING METEOROLOGISTS, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA MISTER MICHAEL MCNULTY OF 1971 EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So why have I not told the story in detail until just recently about my participation in the METALS COMMODITY MARKET BACK IN 1979, you may be wondering? The truth is that life is a very funny thing. I have told it all, every bit, but in jumbled up ways and pieces. This time, I decided not to jumble it up and scatter the pieces of the puzzle all over the fucking dining room table. Who is going to care? Who was ever going to read my story? Well, nobody, unless I told it directly, so I DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I come in from some local errands, as all I ever have to do is go out and I will be struck down hard by this vicious fucking enemy that I now call for about a decade give or take, the MILI-2-FORCE, changed in silly fun due to the way Mister Hall in 1989 was saying to his pal on Jefferson Street at the licorice plant, Mac Andrews & Forbes, ”Oh you must be in with the fawces”, and I spell it with his spoken accent of that word. Really cool dude, and that is an understatement. Him and his lovely giant girlfriend that could be Halley Berry’s twin only she was about six-six in height, another Twinbay deal from 20 years in the rear view fucking mirror. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, with a little oh-Marola 7-9 humor, or some basic Houston Texas humor with girls and curls and super people of numerous kind via STM, huh Professor Kaku, you know sir, you are one fucking ass cool dude, if I have to tell you this personally. I would love to be able to meet and talk with you someday, and I really do come from the future, and I know you know this. But yes, aniwho, I am bringing my fucking shit up to my apartment from my car, after finishing five local errands over the course of this day’s middle afternoon, and in-between my two trips up to the sixth floor where I live on the west wing facing the north; I ran into my Resident Manager, the lovely Debbie Marotto, wow if she was single; let’s not fucking go there, ladies and gentlemen. Aniwho, YO YO YO YO YO YO; we got talking while we both were petting an adorable dog, not that any dog is gonna’ steal Midge’s spotlight, hm hm hm, aniwho YO, so after wishing each other a HNY, and no, not a Huntington, New York, CUZZ DOG WALKERS of 1972; I asked why I never get notices to come to late autumn meetings any more with the Fort Pierce Police. The first year here, I was at the meeting, it is one on two, two of them and you, and they ask you if you have any problems with drugs or gangs, and that sort of thing, and that is when I told about the roach infestation, and yes, I caught that fantastic show last night on television, the two hour show after the news about the New York City Housing Authority and the mold and the illnesses it caused the children, and the following part of it with the bullied kids who I thought looked perfectly fine, so sue me. Aniwho, I mean who the fuck looks like the girlfriend of the girl who was worried about her eyes, except for top models and Astral Viqueens? And speaking of absurdity, she didn’t think she was much, another copy of my daughter and Donna Summer when they were in high school. I mean, what is wrong with you, you were beautiful girls? I thought that I fucking had low self esteem, Jesus Christ! Anyway Debbie and I were both petting a really cool adorable dog and discussing this, and she told me, oh that was only that first year that you were here, it was stopped after that. The police do not come and do this any longer. WOW, you know folks, I am not going to really keep grabbing these red hot fucking potatoes, my hands are too fucking burned to hell. I blurted out without thinking, all about the I-95 drug pipeline and the music world owning the drug culture and not just the cartels or the mafia and how everybody is taking huge bribes and payoffs, and she winked and nodded, right Admissions Director of the fictitious ‘L&O’ Knowles School; cool symbolism with the trade. Aniwho folks, I went back for the second load of shit in my car to be taken up to my, in order of STM illusion proper diction, flop-pad-crib; or just plain shithole to be more honest about it all, and while there loading it into a shopping cart to take to the building and the elevator, right above me is a loud as hell huge military aircraft, flying slowly and persecuting me, at roughly 35 minutes past four of the clock on this super attack afternoon of the sixth day in cunt eating ass January in twenty-fourteen, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I said to Debbie obviously was instantly reported to the powers to be or the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE, and that was their ”RONALD REAGAN IMMEDIATE COUNTER ATTACK THAT WAS LAUNCHED”. You go Ronnie Hollywood. Straight to ——————————-! Oh yeah, there were some worse peeps in the house there in Washington. I don’t bother to list, categorize, rate, or compare them; I just put up with them for 4 or 8 years, whichever happens to be the case. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
MY OPINION OF ALL THESE PRICKS, MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING FUCKING BURNING NIGHTMARE HELL, FOR 59+ CUNT LAPPING COCK SUCKING YEARS NOW, IS VERY SIMPLE; AND CAN BE SUMMED UP QUICKLY, like thissssss, Miss 1983 Susan Lucci Erica Snakes:
Take the smelliest stinkiest pond of sewage and disease on the planet, mix in nuclear fallout, tons of vomit, and mega-liters of liquid pig shit, multiply this effect by about 593, 724, and then consider this to be one little pencil dot on a piece of paper the size of the Pacific Ocean. Now to adequately describe my opinion of these twisted fucking twats for what they have done to me and will do to me right up to the day I fucking cunt die, you need to fill that page of pencil points all up. Get some idea of my opinion of these wonderful lovely peeps, my blogaud? Hay, re-read a few times, you’ll get it eventually. Then have a nice day and be glad as shit that you are not me and going through this inconceivable and unfathomable fucking nightmare hell!!!
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TIME TRAVEL IS 100% GOING ON!
SOOOO, ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991;
LET ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DAVID! But let us quickly end all this for today with a little parlor magic lesson. EVERYTHING IS A TRICK, EVEN TIME TRAVEL OF ANY KIND. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ”alien abduction experiences shared around the planet”??? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***** FIRST DAY OF SUMMER 2008*****
Now I said to see the weather map, so maybe I should not be the KING of the DORKS, and post it up now for you, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. No it does not look like the first day of summer, but I will tell you that the temperature has dropped down here in Fort Pierce since it went dark a short while back, it is now 6:18 PM-EST, and 72 degrees. This is when things are supposed to cut me a break and get nice and cool for me, the great freeze of Florida, yeah, and then abracadabra, and it is hot all over again, right down the line. Sheeeeeeeeeeeit, what can I say, my old buddy and mustache twirler, Jay-Jay Evans? SUP BRO?????????????????????? Debbie, these mother fuckers from hell will hate me for eternity, because the great SARAH KRASSLE loves me in eternity, with or without any AMERICAN EXPRESS CARDS, IMMORTAL STAR TREK DOWDS, or TWILIGHT ZONE MISTER GOLDSMITHS AND THEIR HIDDEN COMPUTERS, even without the wonderful twin of this great man, Elder Hair of the great and wonderful Mormon Church. Let me go say hi to my pal Steve Moroni, and maybe buy another Caddy off of him, you know, 1977 all over again.
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project:
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My blogs
- Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
- Morianity Foundation
- The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
- To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
- RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
About me
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | paranormal researcher |
| Location | Hammonton, New Jersey, United States |
| Introduction | Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. |
| Interests | I close my mind to nothing |
| Favorite Movies | all old movies |
| Favorite Music | most old music |
| Favorite Books | The winds of war, Time travelers from our future, Gone with the wind, |
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.
Now before we complete the blog, please see this:
MORIANITY-7—–SO SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)
Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only the opening title words are real.
To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.
DON’T LOOK ON THE NET FOR MY MUSIC, I HAVE TAKEN IT ALL DOWN. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
”NOTHING LASTS FOREVER”.
Of course ‘forever’ is just a silly illusion that exists inside a very few spatial dimensions but who’s counting, 1969 Russ? Yes, these records will be kept as 2014 comes in, on the open-office system, for days at a time, and just to keep a ”safe journal” that cannot be so easily wiped out as was my 1983 diary on tape, by the great washcloths, sir Druggie David Skeleton; but every week or twice a week, I will still go on posting. Eventually, I am not going to care about any of this. I do not believe in cold turkey changes, it splits the soul way too much, Adam Pandora.
Time to say nite-nite and eat my din-din, lovely Betty Davis. Wow they don’t make shows like this anymore, that was talent and quality. LIKE DUH!!
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THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW: WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?
What is an empty URL mean, BLOGGER MICROSOFT, how am I supposed to know what you are talking about when I am 60, not 16?
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