BOB
MCDOWELL, LOTS OF HACKING AS WELL AS TV HACKING WITH MY COMCAST
SYSTEM, FCC, REAL BAD, INTERFERING WITH MANY DEVICES. THIS HAS BEEN
BAD A FWEW DAYS AND IS NOT LETTING UP, COMPUTER IS REAL BAD LATELY.
THANK YOU FOR HELPING IN ANY WAY YOU ARE ABLE TO, OLD PAL FROM 1972
IN DAN MACKEY'S CLASS ON WORMHOLE-HOPKINS-ANGEL LANE!
THE
HACKING IS MAJOR. THEY ARE REALLY INTERFERING WITH MY PROGRAMS. THEY
KILLED MY WEATHER CHANNEL APP MONTHS AGO BY MAKING ME CLICK ON
SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T HAVE, AND NOW EVERYTHING I RUN T SLAPPING DO IS
BEING MESSED WITH, OLD BUDDY.
I
TOLD YOU JAILED-GINA, AND OTHERS, PERSECUTE ME BADLY ON SUNDAY, AND
UP SHE GOES, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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FEBRUARY
25, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 3:56,
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IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 66 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,721, IN EQUIVALENT.
I
just left a parallel universe, without any assistance from
super sleuths or hammer men; and you
know it is beyond wild; as when I was a boy, at
125-A Haddon Hills recurring Donna Summer nightmare Apartments,
of Westmont's 'other time and place'; Misses this is why Gaines; I
was 4 blocks away from the high school, and as I spoke at the start
of more than 8 years of blogs, somewhere, regarding (Hammer Man and
Boss Dam), without any help from Sherry-Lee Pote, or Pete, or
dreaming Timothy Vicepres; or wormholes at Cooley McDowell Hall
connecting 1968 with 1996 tablets, and notebooks, and Wildwood Press
Newspapers; and to quote the great Kiefer
Sutherland regarding Julia Roberts and Kevin Bacon, ''no hugs and
kisses for this''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
where exactly, hacked McDowell, they're trucking killing me tonight
pal; yes, where does MORIANITY connect up to Mister Quantum Dynamics,
and can I make a futile attempt to reasonably explain the connection?
Well, Annie Cornfield Dreams could take it from here folks, but I'll
quote her anyway. Yes Bob, this hacking is way bad, I do not know if
they will let me do this mother fucking document, sir, and
FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, ''YOU BET YOUR ASS'', to quote lovely
blow-back L&O Annie. The ESS does not want me saying what they
fucking cunt lapping know what is gonna' get said, Tupperware Irene
Trump!!!!! Here comes the major FUCKIGN HACK, also, BOBBY, YO!!!!
No,
you don't own my fave color, miss Postcards. Jesus fucking Christ,
these assholes all make me sick to my Misses Moldoff chained stomach,
Rodney and Brad!!!!!!!!
Computer,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, you fucking cunt eating know what to do, and you
know when to do it, hate me so much FBI, how about hating mother
fucking molester Tom Reale, you fucking worthless pricks in
Texas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back burners and gymnasiums huh,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEITTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every mother fucking time I
don't look at the screen and type in the word FUCKING, it comes
fucking out FUCKIGN! Quantum observation, Professor Kaku????????????
Well in any event, YO, let us hook Morianity up a bit with the HIGS
PARTICLE, and ASAPS, and all of it, from 1979, Professor
Jackson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme' a break Mizz Leo-85.
I
was staring at DIANA, or said perhaps a lot better, I am always
mentally staring at my big lovely blond; but that is neither HAIR NOR
THERE, ANDY GAINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These universes are very
non-localized, and the connectiveness to all of them, inside of human
brain activity, during subconscious states, is associated by
shrinkologists of this dinosaur period, as, ''too much pizza and ice
cream before bedtime dreams''. Yes, drugs like Chantix or too much
wild food before bedtime, can indeed, lead us into some of the more
distant locales in hyperspace where cars can instantly turn into
pumpkins, Apartments can zip back and forth in time without Hypernick
Pumpkindink needing to invisibly send MOVCOMS or Football Leprechauns
to Cifaloglio to get me to accidentally play a tape on an auto
reverse side that never would have otherwise, or have Anthony
Spitcereal Dunpdriver leave magazines right where I as the guard
could not help but to stumble onto them. Yeah I'm saying this to you
boy, and you don't bring me any thrill and joy, I promise you that,
TRAVELERCAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the gods, Ronald Wirtz Senior, what
have you done to me big guy, sending me on this suicide fucking
mission to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, miles away from a place called,
non Roddenberry Camden, New Jersey, with or without any ESST, or
Exploratronic ''Supermind Society Travelers''. FUCKIGN FUCKIGN
FUCKIGN FUCKIGN, what's his problem, DOC-84? What's all of your
fucking problems? These pricks are killing me, Professor KAKU, how I
envy you LABBERS, none of you have to take your fucking work home
with you every night. The joke is most likely on me, as you all may
just end up envying me, and WOW is that a mother fucking error in
your judgment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEESE
LOUISE FONTY!!!!!!!
Thirty
thirty Plaza Place Toyland Emit Reverse, my grass mole, Pope. You
know this is all true and real, not the present ''Your Eminence'',
did I say, your M, Jesus Christ Mister Redfield, we have morianity,
auntie Em from Oz, and about two hundred other things but time runs
too frikkin' ass short tonight,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''Cooocooo-cachu''
yourself; Misses Jesus Robinson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tablets off, Lenny;
I have better things to do than boat ride you thousands of mother
fucking miles, YO!!!!!!!!! Mile High Coaster, SHEEEEEEEEEIT, do it
again Margie Leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the synchronicity discussion, as well as why change what
seemingly was meant to go onto my blog, as the newest experiment in
James Redfield Synchronicity of Life? Well let me take this to the
next step, peeps. Morianity once had a Mickey-Mouse little website,
called the Morianity-Foundation. Lack of money and many other
powerful ESS shit, closed it all down. My endless lacking in funds
all my life, IS OF COURSE, ALL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY RELATED, ANIWHO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
tell it all, as Morianity has no secrets. The void, the dream out,
the 7 dimensional system, the ASAP, the Lawtrons, the subatomic
spiritual realer existence that many in the new age and always in
private, have labeled the ASTRAL-PLANE, and on and on and on I could
freaking go, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told how the Shah of Iran was
friends with my wonderful Aunt Geraldine, wife of my moms brother,
Stuart Huntington Mason. I told what happened in Atlantic City,
Haddonfield, and Hammonton. Only those who want to see Jesus walk on
the Water and Walker Streets of Philly underneath lovely
Interstate-95, do. Allothers see and hear whatever makes their little
boats float better and gets them through the long night hours without
another fucking Dawn King 6-Pack! The story has been told, and just
because I could make it the size of Mount Everest, changes nothing.
You will choose to believe me, OR
YOU WILL CHOOSE NOT TO. Gee, I wonder what the future is here;
prophets and psychics, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!! You see peeps, learning
how to be a prophet and predict what you totally know will come to
pass, is 99 mother fucking percent of the shit.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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