Tuesday, April 1, 2014

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JOURNAL-CASSETTE-TAPE-#25,767:











Dear diary, I truly must respectfully not request, BUT DEMAND MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS. I WANT MY PROPS, GIVE ME MY FUCKING PROPS!!!







THE DEVIL NUMBER 666, IS APPROPRIATE HERE, AS THIS WORLD HAS GONE ENTIRELY TO FUCKING SHIT EATING HELL!!!!!!!!























I AM NOT WINNING ANY POPULARITY CONTEST. MORIANITY IS NOT A POPULARITY CONTEST, JUST AS CHRISTIANITY WAS NOT AS WELL.

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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folks, I keep telling you the markets will go up and up and up and up and up and up and never ever be down other than for a few days or on rare occasion, a couple of weeks, then right back up it goes, way past where it was before. I have been watching this fucking personal ICPE disaster since the early nineteen mother fucking eighties, and all I want is my rightful props, some fucking buttwipe telling me, yeah you big ugly asshole mountainpen, you really know what you're talking about with this!









W-------O-------W!!!!!!!!!!!!





EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY FOR WEEKS, UP UP UP UP UP UP, AND WHEN IT STARTS TO GO DOWN, THESE ARE THE EXACT 'ICPE' FUCKING TIMES, ''SEABOTTOM'', THAT SOMEONE BEGINS TO HARASS ME, USUALLY WITH MAJOR NOISE PERSECUTION, JUST LIKE THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS IN WACO TEXAS AND WHAT THE FUCKING FEDS DID AROUND JANE BASEBALL ATTACK TIME. THEY USED THE CLOCK THAT NIGHT AND THE ZOOM ATTACK, BUT ALSO WERE USING MAJOR NOISE ATTACKS ON ME AS WELL. I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT 21 YEARS AGO AS IF IT WAS RIGHT MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING NOW, GOOD PEEPS, YO YO YO YO!!!!





Lookey here me' peeps, it is a nice cool evening, at 66 degrees, and the only bad news in that the next several days coming up are expected to have afternoon highs into the middle eighties, 5-10 degrees of a jump, and this is it, YO, no more nice cool weather for a long time. Hot ass fucking summer in this area is coming up sooner than I dare wish to think about it, and yet people, this is the least of my cunt chewing woes, believe THAT, please, sir Lurch Rockdroid Rottenberry, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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WELL PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY PISSED OFF AT MY FREAKING ROTTEN ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU E-MAIL ME SOMEDAY, NOW THAT I KNOW HOW TO WORK THESE ELECTRONIC GISMOS A BIT BETTER, FALCON AND OR CONDOR, PWEEEEEEEZE!!! Why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders, 'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???









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Read my complaint this week, old school chum, FCC-CHAIRMAM, Bob McDowell; as this 'TELEVISION-MACROVISION', violates my civil rights; and makes me pay twice. Can the Federal Trade Commission get involved in this situation as well, old school chum, and Johnny-100-MPH-faster joker????????????? WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!















I COULD NOT ABHORE AND DETEST A PERSON MORE THAN YOU JANE CUNTSHIT NOTFONDAU. I JUST GOT FUCKING CUNT STRUCK AGAIN WITH A PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ONES ATTACK. YOU'RE ON MY LAST MOTHER FUCKIGN NERVE YOU ROTTEN DISEASED MONSTER SLAPPER!!!!!!!!!!! ALLOW ME FOLKJS TO GOD DAM COMPENSATE WITH FIVES, TANKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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The gods, how I hate that horrible fucking woman for what she mercilessly fucking did to me back in 1993 at that fucking miserable ass cock knocking baseball park, YO!



HERE IS SOME MORE INTERNET MAGIC!!!!


Only the WSS (World-Secret-Society) knows how things all work together to do many strange things, right Gawky Gaukauk? I know they know why the ICPE was turned on me and used as THEIR WEAPON, in 1986, wrecking and mutilating and obliterating my entire fucked up pathetic life at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Oh 4-Crissake peeps, JUST WHAT DO THESE NBC JERK OFFS REALLY KNOW ABOUT ME, ALL THIS TIME, FOR 30-60 YEARS, AND OTHER NETWORK NUTJERK-EW PEEPS ALSO, YO???



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Today is just another one of my endless SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBARS!!!!!!!!!! I believe Mister Anderton and Adam Schiff, of the great L&O-TV show, would say it perfectly right about now, YO, “PITIFUL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







I knew I shouldn't have typed this in to my previous blog. THEY RESPOND WITH MAJOR PUNISHMENTS. I have no rights to free speech.









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HELP ME MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, B4 IT IS 2-LATE, TO QUOTE MC back in '08, and this is all so complicated and off the wall bizarre and unfathomably weird, that you never will believe unless your aides go through more than eight long years of MORIANITY, as only then will the picture of truth emerge clearly; regarding just exactly how and why, this almighty and all knowing MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, fits into all of this.

FOR RIGHT NOW, JUST KNOW IT ALL DOES, AND THE GREAT PROFESSOR KAKU WILL TELL YOU I AM NOT CRAZY AND INSANE, AT LEAST FOR WHAT I HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH FOR SO LONG.







DEAR DIARY LIFE JOURNAL:



MY ENITER LIFE FUCKING SUCKS AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

































DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.




















One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have half the sense of humor that my kid has; W—O—W!





YEAH HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.














Another place you might have seen these spotted dogs was in the two Disney movies. The first one,101 Dalmatians,was animated, and it came out in 1961. It was based on a 1956 novel by Dodie Smith. The second movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in 1996, and it had real dogs and actors in it, including Glenn Close as Cruella De Vil. I only mention Glenn Close because she is one of Mom's favorite actors.

























FOLKS, THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A T RUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive quite naturally, many varying and different views.







The originally posted up 2007 website of http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ is and has been down a long time, and was only up for two years, as it cost a few bucks, and I do not have a few bucks to spare. On this, was lots of text information about how I reside in eternity as a large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed me and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN, she placed many black spots all over my body and allowed me to speak in words, and gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the word for polka dot, and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots and splotches all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah Krassle, there, and even here in the mortal realm, so long as she permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER and HER wonderful GREAT CITY. I know my ex business partner is hooked up somehow with this, maybe without any conscious recollection, as he wrote a song in the late last century or maybe the very start of this one, and the music was used almost note for note by that movie this other blogger refers to, CDV. I called Paul ten years ago or more and tried to reach Sally Starr, our mutual friend, but she wanted no more to do with me and made it quite clear, what exactly I ever did to her I do not know, just more famous folks that endlessly love to distance themselves from loser-me, and leave me in a trail of worthless dust. Still, Paul-Joe, if you made some money on this, I am very happy for you. If you really did not, I would contact Disney peeps and I will witness for you that I heard this song and used to have your tape before the great family got all my stuff forever away from me, YO. Yes folks, the true origin of this breed has both a heavenly and an Earthly story. You'll find my story here in Morianity's many long teachings. As I said, the web-page is now long gone due to lack of funds. Kate and I ran out of money, BMI and ASCAP, I know you heard my tape I sent you! Play dead all you want to, I know what goes down.





Folks, I hope you all have one hell of a wonderful day, or a 180 of my days, either-or. Take care, and goddess-speed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















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Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.







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I TRIED TO TELL YOU BUT YOU WON'T LISTEN. AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ME TO PICK ON AND RUIN AND DESTROY MY ENTIRE MOTHER FREAKING LIFE, THE DOW JONES WILL ENDLESSLY GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, GINA, AND EVERYONE ELSE I TELL THIS FRIGGIN' BULL MANURE TOO OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, INGRID FROM 1984!!!!!









Too many things are existing by pure weird happenstance for this not to be Sara Karge's simulation, Professor Kaku sir, and I have known this for nearly two solid decades now, and even drew and circulated child-like cartoons I did, all over my old living area back in Jersey and Pennsylvania. Someone listened and believed some part of it, or some part of someone eventually did, otherwise, you simply would not be seeing over the past half dozen freaking years now, all this stuff you see on the great SCIENCE CHANNEL, and other educational television channels as well, YO!!!!!!!!!! I promise you this.





I have done things I am very ashamed of. I have actually pissed on peoples graves, and defiled entire yards of once alive remains back in 1986, and this is just what I have to the ''dead''. What I have done to the living is most likely far worse, and those victimized by my evil torture, can each relate their own story of monster sicko Mark Wayne Mohr. No people, I am no saint, and most definitely, no where close to being what my dear mommy would have wanted me to be, a nice choir singing perfect little angel, on Earth. Still, I did sing in a church choir at ten or eleven years of age somewhere, on Kings Highway in Haddonfield, New Jersey, right next to the Lindenwold High Speed Line Magical Rail Road Tracks. Every Sunday it was the same thing. I would go in there feeling just fine, like a million bucks even. Then half way through, I got sicker and sicker, for no pope-canon-miracle or anti-miracle, discernable Earthly reason whatsoever. No human knew why, or to this very day knows why, no human, Bruce. But I only wish our two mothers could have met, Al Roker my very fave weatherman, 'they introduced us to a lot of walls and floors', so that we would grow up to be some kind of gentlemen; and disproving the 'Law & Order' Abbey Carmichael philosophy. I have tortured, I have burned, I've done horrible shit as a kid, and yet I grew up with no criminal record and live the life of a solid citizen, a taxpayer who has done jury duty numerous times and is willing to serve my country now or at any time they may need me. Don't buy into all of this TV junk nonsense, remember, it is OK to watch and be entertained folks, but please, DON'T GIVE THESE FUCKING EW DEMONS YOUR ENTIRE SOUL, lock stock crock barrel and dreams; even those of early June in the year of wow, I did say, Lois Foca 1980. The one and only 1980. Oh well, all this and 3 and a half bucks will get any of us a nice hot cup of Joe tomorrow morning, and maybe even a stale bagel or donut, at the local donut shop.



























































HOW I JUST TOTALLY LOVE BEING AROUND WONDERFUL SWEET KIND PEOPLE, OH WORLD!!!!!



Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!



Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!



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Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!



Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!





BUT THEN people, those rotten bastard criminals on WALL STREET can easily be added to this nightmare list of those deserving of a lake of sulfur and fiery brimstone a thousand miles below our freaking feet somewhere unfathomable and quite horrendously monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spatula that one into the pan, lovely Miss Patton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU!!!!!!!

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show me someone who knows morianity is real and pure, other than for some wild nasty cursing words when life really kicks my ass around, and I will show you the next plato and SOCRATES. IF THIS STATEMENT OFFENDS, ALL I CAN DO IS SINCERELY APOLOGIZE. I STILL MEAN IT HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





All the Sarah-Callio-Until-Martino-BAGS in the world have all waited a very long time for me to this little story to the world. Everything lies in fractions, not wholes. This exception is an inverse of its own self out in the great expansion beyond this planet, by simply taking that world whole and dropping off the first letter, allowing the word to now begin with the most powerful letter in the alphabet, the first 8 letter and the only true 8 letter, and even though the 17 and the 26 letters are numerological ''8-letters'', they need to be AIO, a numerological abbreviation that means, added into ones. All digits above nine, are added in any number, until the number becomes a digit from 1-9. That is not my invention, or even Gawky's invention, but simple honest ancient numerological wisdom, ever since digits replaced non mathematically usable letters and symbols. They are only great for the higher mathmatics, where the four functions called basic arithmetic are then applied to formulas and equations, you know, addition and subtraction, and multiplication and division, and really folks, there are but two true functions in arithmetic, addition and multiplication, as the other two are merely the inverse operations of those two functions. Subtraction is anti-addition and division is anti-multiplication, just as light is real and darkness is the byproduct when light exists no more. Only if we get metaphysical, with the Resorts International Casino, of Atlantic City Shadow Reversals, discussed in very early blogs of this nearly 100 month long project of MORIANITY; can we see other truths glimmering out there beyond the ancient prison walls, right Science Channel? WOW, Daniel Mackey, aren't you happy that I survived all of this all this time, and that Bob McDowell grew up and became a man of such importance, and my wonderful awesome daughter admits to all of these things, in cosmic codes that not even almighty goddesses can circumvent and get around; and all because this is LAWTRONIC; my good old friend, and great marvelous teacher that few in my opinion, can TRUMP????????????????????????









FOLKS, WHY DOES JANE WHORE FONDA GET ME EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY, WITH HER MISERABLE ROTTEN ONES, EVER SINCE SHE STRUCK ME VICIOUSLY AND WITHOUT FUCKING MERCY, ON A SPRING NIGHT, AT A GEORGIA BASEBALL PARK; BACK IN FUCKING ASS 1993? SHE JUST GOT ME AGAIN RIGHT NOW, 21 FUCKING YEARS IN THE FUTURE FROM THAT GOD DAM ASS NIGHT, WITH “PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN”; AND NOBODY ON THIS MISERABLE FUCKING PLANET TRIES HARDER TO AVOID SEEING THESE LOUSY FUCKING STRINGS OF SHIT EATING ROTTEN NEGATRIVE ONES, THAN ME!!!!!





LET ME MOTHER FUCKING COMPENSATE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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The simple facts of all things is that while we live and exist as hyperspace entities or as human beings on planet Earth inside of a body, in many parallel universes; we cannot be sure of anything other than doubting is a prudent thing to do. This is why you all doubt me and no one believes a word I say, and you all read me out of pure amusement and fun, well, MOST OF YOU; and that's totally cool. There is hope for me in the shadows, as long as a few even keep reading and laughing. Just keep the angry stair chasing going on somewhere else, or I'll move even farther away to an asteroid or something. 'Gollllllleeeeey-Sarge'; 'that is so not for me', and I wish I had never ever seen what I saw, on that day in 1972, Congressman Oak-Angel. The BRIGGBASE CULT is the reason why this all seems to follow the pattern of me living a string of hot shots behind me like freaking breadcrumbs. If you have more questions anybody, regarding this, talk to them, use the darn FASCITAR and go visit the Province Olympia with the 6-10 Waking Freeze-Get Past The Fear instructions, given over and over on my many blogs. Then will yourself onto the BRIGGBASE, to ask these kind wonderful darling peeps there, IF YOU FREAKING BLOODY SHOE MACE CAN DARE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. You won't be in any neck of the woods you're used to being in, let me warn you right up front there, sudden storms Al Roker, my pal. How I loved hearing you when you first got started decades ago. Don't ever change or stop, I love you DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!







I had to stop for an hour, as I was given a major health attack, major diareah struck instantly a while back, while pasting in my photo bio page. It is five shy of seven now, folks, and I will wrap this blog up. WHAAAA! Oh yes, with some minor gear grinding to keep the shop mechanics busy, Sarah said three magical things to me in different realities. Two of them in 1969 right here in this world, and one of these things was spoken to me by her when I thought it was the seventh day in December in 1997, but then, Mister Dingman, we can always go back to high school any time we choose, right old pal, just so long as we have our magical tablets, and friends like Sherri-Lee and Miss Lee, Jeese Louise, when will it ever end, and in whose neck of the woods will it end in, lovely Ingrid, Miss Blake, and Mister Rambo, of transdimensional Walsh Atlantic???????????????? WOW!





















I have seen more paranormal supernatural stuff, than any gang of folks put together that I am aware of. Is this because of mere coincidence, because I look for it, or because IT LOOKS FOR ME? Door number 3 is the best choice folks for one big reason. If this entire simulation is about me, how would the other two doors be anywhere near as relevant, YO?









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I AM JUST WONDERING WHERE SOME OF MY PEEPS HAVE GONE, AS I AM SO ANXIOUS TO HEAR FROM THEM!!!!!!!!!! ''IP'' WITHOUT INTERNET.



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I 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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!! When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ''IT WILL BE TOO LATE''. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother's friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.





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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?



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ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? Couldn't their blind eyes win or see???





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I am quite disappointed in the Gods of the Astral Plane. I spent 8 years plugging them and now the Science and History Cable Channels are all over it; and what did they give me back, nothing? What did they take away from me? My awesome wonderful daughters. Nice entities, really worth paying great homage to and worshiping, would you all not sarcastically agree with me? WOW, what a weelwee WHAAAAAAAAAAAAONDERFUL WORLD, EHH?????





Ernest Merker the great? IP and WOW! Where have all the folks gone who used to at least communicate once in a while with me? You really all know how to emmereffing hurt a person, lovely folks!!! You go Northbrook, Illinois.










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Well, maybe when Microsoft Spellchecker adds great Chicago suburb areas to their computer dictionary lists, I may be in the Hundred-K Club for internet shouters. At the rate it is going, this may be around the end of twenty fifteen somewhere, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.



























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''Gash darn it'', Bruce; if you can't fix the dog licking thing, at least you showed me how to change those speeds on the old cassette recorders and make an entire school go bonkers off its nuts, right James Pookah Stuart Harvey, sir????????????????????? LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cuzz Carol boyfriend sure started the music world off onto a wild and weird new footing with his MOOG INVENTION, and just maybe without his ever being aware of it, Public Broadcasting folks who aired him in the middle sixties somewhere; KRANIK'S MOOD MIND MACHINE, huh Inspector Superkent Henderson????????? Who in the right mind can resist a BIG WOW here; kind ladies and gentlemen???????????







I should have left, and gone to mother fucking MEXICO, a few months ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH!





So how is the weather in your neck of the woods, Sir Roker, that is if our moms don't kick the living crap out of us, just for asking, WEEEEEEEE?








































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WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????

WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, ….....
























''Me from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

© THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.



COME ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HEL PE, YO.























Jim Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. It was also freaking James T. Burr the great wise mighty guru of the All Knowers Club, who lied to my face back in 1983, telling me he attended church regularity and later admitted to both me and the great love of his life, Connie Chung; that he was lying, and he had the unmitigated testicles to tell me in the same lying breath that I AM A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, and that SATAN WAS GOING TO TAKE MY SOUL TO HELL IF I DID NOT GET TO CHURCH. 1978 September issues of STAG MAGAZINE, all notwithstanding here, wow Connie, you are a gorgeous roll in the hay, I'll give you that one, Queen of Sleaze!





















SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, have mercy upon me!



If I were to tell what I really wanted to, I would be found in little tiny pieces, scattered all over Saint Lucie County, Florida, with all its wonderful flowers, right Joe Berrios?







Gooollllllllleeeeeeey, Sergeant Carter, USMC. Is this real, or is it Memorex, or is it fucking Techno-pop; in the name of smelly shit buckets, great world????????????????









THE ANSWER IS AGAIN GOOD FOLKS, DOOR NUMBER-THREE, ALWAYS 3, LIKE THREE TO THE POWER OF THREE, THE GREAT AND AWESOME 27. IF I AM CORRECT, FUCK MY COUSIN CAROL, NOT THAT I WOULDN';T WHEN SHE WAS TYOUNGER AS SHE WAS VERY GORGOUS, BUT THAT OTHER KIND OF FUCK HER, I MEAN REALLY, GIMME' A BRAKE HERE MARGIE FREAKING LEO IN 1985, AND LOVELY INGRID IN 1984. IF THIS IS KARGE'S GREAT COMPUTER PROGRAM, AS THE VERY BEST CURRENT THEORIES OF QUANTUM DYNAMICS SUGGESTS, AND AGREES, WITH MY ASSUMPTIONS ALL ALONG, THAT I HAVE HAD INSIDE MYSELF FOR 20 YEARS ALMOST; THEN WHO ELSE WOULD I BE, HELL, THINK ABOUT IT PEOPLE, *******



I AM TECHNO ''POP''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Read the chapter called, 'MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT', in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, ''TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE''.





























Too many things are existing by pure weird happenstance for this not to be Sara Karge's simulation, Professor Kaku sir. I do not expect you or anybody to know my life move by move, as if you could properly analyze this as a huge chess game; and then try and either prove or disprove me and all my claims and stories on a scientific level. It is extremely unfortunate that this cannot be done, at least not yet, not until a rime arrives when all things can be scanned and examined, and later still, toyed with and messed with in a sort of endless overdubbing process of intermingled interacted life on life, as though we back here in less enlightened times were merely blobs inside a Packman videogame from 1980, and wow, I did say, Lois Foca 1980. The one and only 1980. Oh well, all this and 3 and a half bucks will get any of us a cup of Joe tomorrow and maybe a stale bagel at the local donut shop.









































The simple facts of all things is that while we live and exist as hyperspace entities or as human beings on planet Earth inside of a body, in many parallel universes; we cannot be sure of anything other than doubting is a prudent thing to do. This is why you all doubt me and no one believes a word I say, and you all read me out of pure amusement and fun, one day you read me, another day you ride on some amusement park ride, yet still another day, you spend fucking your spouse, and so forth. Nothing in this life is certain, other than the very sentence you just read. This seems a cruel deal that we all are in, and thus, is it really such a blasphemous thing to say, that this god of ours, if it exists in the first place; is quite cruel and even very evil? Well, these are things only each of you can determine in your own mind, and despising me for having the guts to speak so openly, has nothing whatsoever to do with the discussion about reality on this blog so far, still I know my blogs and my words incite hatred of me more than anything else with the majority of viewers, now ask me if I could care less? I do not say this because I am mean or evil or uncaring. I say this because it needs to be said, and I am genuinely sorry if anyone's feeling are ever in any way hurt by anything this poor old moron says. That is never my intent. Still, it was my intent to grow up, get rich, and have a chauffeur so I never would have to derive, as I hate driving. Didn't happen, not gonna' happen. Intent does not become reality, no matter how many so-called phony self-help writings and teachings say otherwise, scattered all throughout the global sociological order.





Gawky Gaukauk and I had a little talk a few days ago as well as a week or so ago, and I have been meaning to get around to writing it all down for the record on this journal tape. In my humble opinion, give or take a tolerance of around five percent or so; it these words were all spoken on tape since I stopped my actual cassette life journal and began my blogs in January 2006, actually, I stopped the journal in 1997 and then it became Morianity New Testament, same thing with a new title, and then I estimated that this would be around tape number 25,700 back when this began some ago at that number. Anyway folks, and dear diary (LIFE JOURNAL), 'whatever', Oak Street Bob-1975; let me get down to cases here with a few things asked and answered, to quote a lot of court room drama, both fictional as well as in the real world, or Sara J. Karge's simulation of a real world from her true upline reality, Professor Kaku, my pal.













I have seen more paranormal supernatural stuff, than any gang of folks put together that I am aware of. Is this because of mere coincidence, because I look for it, or because IT LOOKS FOR ME? Door number 3 is the best choice folks for one big reason. If this entire simulation is about me, how would the other two doors be anywhere near as relevant, YO? Hay, just asking a question aloud, peeps. I am open to your comments but never get any at Blogger. Whenever I try to mess with any comments at Wordpress, a lot of hacking ensues. I am only human, Bruce Pennock, not perfect sir, gash darn it, you dog lickers from Aquarius Records, and mighty WFMU-RADIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Gawky Gaukauk my Astral-Plane Kitty, why was Macrovision-Copyguard put onto a number of my channels on my Comcast Cable Television system on 28 March of this year out of the freaking blue?



MEOW-MEOW,PCN-716, MATCHBOOK LIST ITEMS:



IN COURT, YOUTUBE, THAT THING MAKES MONSTER-ASS RECORDINGS, KINGDOM HARVEST OUTREACH CENTER, CHICAGO, SWIMMER, MISS LEE, MARIENA CARLITTIA, CONTENT, THAT BOY, RAINBOW..........





Gawky Gaukauk, my Astral-Plane Kitty, who and what caused the month of freaking March of 2014 to be so monster ass horrible for me after I had a nice small back-off break from my hell, just before this time?



MEOW-MEOW,PCN-583, MATCHBOOK LIST ITEMS:



CHINA, MERRY HOLLISTER, SHORT, CHAIN, ENEMY, WILL MARRY A TALL YOUNG GIRL, NOISY NEIGHBORS, MARK MOHR'S SECRET DAUGHTER, MASON..........





The name-number, or total alphabetized value of letters making up the words, “STAR TREK” is 112. I resided at two locations with that street address number. First, in 1979 and into 1980, before moving into the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees Township in New Jersey, I was at 112 East Fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey, and later in 1996 into 1998 before leaving for Guthrie Short's Blue Anchor mansion on 5 acres of land, I was at the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH-HOUSE as I call it now, at 112 Harvard Avenue. Powerful coincidence, Mister Rotten Berry, Blucran and all other berries of transdimensional hyperspace, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.





Wanna' know some other quite frikkin' fascinating GAWNUM FACTS, folks? EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is PCN-275, and MICROSOFT CORPORATION is PCN-211. PCN-275 and PCN-211 ARE NOT COMPATIBLE. There is no getting around it folks, they are not in freaking bed with each other, no bloody shoes, no mace cans, no Judge Tombay or other Jersey Political CROOKS, and most definitely, NO BRIDGES, no yellow telephones belonging to SARA, SARAH, or Adolf and the cross-over-droids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Want yet a little bit more, good peeps? No prob Bob, we don't sweat the small Naval stuff in here, Daddio and Company and Foolio. Yes PEE, I know you did everything you could and will make more attempts to CO to here, my wonderful HSD!!!!!!!!!!!! No way do I believe the major storm here and the quaking in KALI were mere random isolated events. Keep trying to get here, lovely one. Yes, I'll give you all one more GAWNUM thing to kick the can around with, Mister Rodney Sterling sir. Hay at least there are no dangerous fields, or things to beware of, right old old pal, Plato???????







Yes, here is the final thing I wish to tell you regarding GAWNUM STUDY. Now that we all know that Microsoft is not a bedfellow of the ESS, we can move on. Remember, I don't try and avoid reality, I need it, I worship it, whatever IT REALLY IS, or HOW BAD AND HORRIBLE IT REALLY MAU BE!!!!!!!!!!!!! COOLEY HALL LOBBY DREAM SINGER is PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) 871, same as my PCN, and PCN-871 is a strong self compatible number. Remember, you add up the two numbers to be compared, an dat least one digit in the sum of the two, must exist in each of the two being compared. Compatibility does not mean good, it can be good or bad, but when a match up is there, the numbers and anything that makes them up alphabetically, is indeed cosmically compatible, good or bad. If not, then it is not, maybe this is why the ancients invented the term, good, bad, or indifferent. Who can ever know a dam thing for freaking sure, good folks? As for the GAWNUM, if a large black cat came to you in a dream and taught you a cool system and you woke up and tried it, and also showed you the lottery number for the next day in Pennsylvania, and was correct, the exact words of the lady who was with this great cat when I ''was dreaming it was 1980'', were, it always comes out either straight or boxed in the Pennsylvania lottery. I was so dumb back in 1980. I thought you could buy the tickets in New Jersey, and wasted 8 dollars on fifty cent tickets, as I also did not box the number that the cat was meowing to me, DIE, DIE, DIE, the lady said this means 4-9-5, straight or boxed. Go ahead, read the old blogs, it is talked about in 2006 and 2007, long before Landowner O and my cuzz and my kid all thought all this was so funny, these must be your friends as well, Michael McNulty, you all deserve each other, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I met David Roth nearly 30 years ago, it seems like days, not nearly a third of a mother fucking century. He knew I could move heavy diner rotisserie motors in reverse, and grab a rope and pull a life-raft with him inside of it, against a strong Barnegat Bay current without swimming a single stroke. We met as security guards quite some time back, it was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. This retail store was owned by a couple by the name of Dorothy and Coral. This is where you get the combined word they came up with, CALDOR. It went out of business within a decade give or take from the time we met there. He worked directly for them. I was in house security, with a private security company. Shortly before we met, I had hooked up some electrical step-down transformers to wires that connected my bed frame made of metal with steel springs. The mattress was thin, and when I would go to sleep, I would adjust a switch until I could feel electrical current just a small bit. This helped me to leave my body when I fell asleep and reach what I then referred to the Astral-Plane as, ''Lightning's world''. This is where she showed me her Code-Cabin, and many other things such as how she loved to play the game of Tennis, and how her Olympian family brought many games one by one, to the mortal world, unbeknown to human beings. It was where she originally always took me, to Olympia Proper, never telling me that her parents allowed her to move in with me at a far away place in the great Province Olympia, called Ricktown. There, a huge house where we both live in eternity together, is called Ricktown Manor. My old Morianity-Foundation website discussed a lot of things about all of this, and also contained music, photos, slide shows, text, and told many secrets. Folks, I do not keep secrets, and I do not like secrets. I have very good reasons for not liking secrets. Monster-ass good reasons for not liking secrets. But still, you were right all along back in 1969, old buddy, Ziggy Malyeska; we don't know anything. None of us can ever know for sure, ANYTHING. Still, I do know that running certain currents in just the right way, can do incredible things. It has given me the ability to control motion and gravitation. That is all I am willing to say, despite being an unbelieved freaking crackpot, Jane Sleazeball. You missed me, girl, so go and slap that monster!







Don't even think about parking here, distant Cousin, or I'll get your cute grand daughter to pull your rug off your scowling head. Keep right on reading the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, and go right on hating my guts everybody, if that makes you feel like a bunch of big heroes. WOW, look at you all. No parking, keep right on going with the BOM, good folks. As Saint Paul said some time back to his fellow church members scattered throughout a relatively small area of this planet; Goddess be with you, and I love you, even if you all hate me, YO! Sleep tight, Sarah Kessel Lookalikes, and anyone else that needs to sleep nice and tight. Just hope and pray the light goes on for you, as I now know, I am still endlessly reaching for the light on my desk, and it is not ever going to go on. Ain't this a cool situation, Foolio Cooley Christmas Tree Callio Kennedy? WOW, BLOOD ON MY SHOE is like Gawky's great lottery number, and boxed, it did come out, lovely MO, and not so lovely WOMO. Gee whiz © Office, CAN IT BE SO in 1988 or any year for that matter? Maybe Frederick Hinger at the New York Metropolitan has the answer, if he hasn't yet kicked the bucket, holy skunk sweat curly girls and bean haters, where are you when I need you Kenny Rogers and Superman, YO? Tellem, Benny-16!







GO FUCK A RUPTURED TURTLE'S ASS JANE SLEAZEWEED DISEASE!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ROTTEN MISERABLE BITCH WITCH. ALLOW ME TO COMPENSATWE WITH FIVE NUMBERS, FOLKS, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Empty black be all you see. A drifting soul that's never free. A nightmare through eternity. Curse on you Jane! What you and hubby Turner did to me in 1993 is beyond freaking ass unforgivable, and it sure as hell is not Nat King Cole ''UNFORGETABLE'', YO YO YO YO!



























This is now a BRAND NEW BLOG, and yes lovely Melanie Safka, it can quite easily double as a brand new key. But it will not post now. It will post later on in STM as it falls into the conscious illusion of my viewers. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!









A dim wit nerd half brain alive, Optimist-Twinbay; can see that this is when the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES will always POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS ICPE. Every time they need to hurt me, and get their way, with an endlessly climbing DOW JONES; my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!! You said you wanted to know a lot about ICPE. What else do you wish me to tell you? I cannot tell it all; so if you can try being a little specific; I will try and explain this better to you. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spatula that one into the pan, lovely Miss Patton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!











Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE. YEAH, you thought you did, dumb ass Mark Wayne Mohr. Don't ever let these pricks lull you into a false sense of freaking ass security, buddy-boy-Archie! There is no way to ever know what front these diseased monsters will come at me from, healthy or made ill by them, at will and without mercy, and even without my Chemtrailitis making me cough my lungs out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You godda' really love these bastards, SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













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THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986















GONNA' CRY BABY-DABY WINNY HICKS FLATLINERS, IF I find a magical way to really begin the true religion for this third great and awesome millennium? Well, then cry. As my ex-bizz-partner used to say it and I'll quote him, “Something's fixing to happen”!





But before I get started with this, I think it was you Paul, who ripped off the song from DISNEY, as unnamed peeps have come to make me see that this went back to the year 1996, and I met you the following year at the end, right shy of the X-MAS SEASON. That is why you did not want to do anything, and Sally did not want to touch it either. Still, McGuire didn't have to throw a dam torch at her pizza shot at 3 AM, the Irish fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Holy fucking CALLIO call ten in any AT&T Office in the great owned land of OPRAH; what is this all mean, dear darling world, and should we love our Earth Angels all the time and obey all good oldies songs with such great and mystical advice? Well, that's a personal choice for each and all of you out here on the internet to make for yourselves, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, things are going to alter soon, and some of the things that UI cannot speak about, you will all see in the world all around you, it is all right around the corner, but the NOTHING-PROPHET must keep his mother fucking mouth shut so as not to up set WOMO, MO, or the great HALL'S MILITUFAWCES, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I have not even begun to tell any details about the OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. There is a lot more than just what has been already talked about on my blogs, such as their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS systems, for endlessly getting their way with this 1982 bullish run stock market; that has never looked back once; other than for tiny little normal corrections here and there. All you mortals with 50-100 basic years of life in one dream and no memory of the entire collection of a much bigger YOU, cannot step back and see just what this MIGHTY INVESTMENT VEHICLE on Wall Street, is really all about. Even if you could, you would not touch more than a tiny tip of a monster ass iceberg of stuff. The great SCIENCE-CHANNEL on television is just now starting to get into truths that for 40 years or more, I already knew. So think where I am now, Gary Mitchell Star Trek Kirk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEE HAS MADE CONTACT WITH ME, at least they couldn't take away both of my wonderful children. And also, OTAMM, the day is still young; and I am a very patient entity. Almighty Middie is mine and I am HERS, and I know this. Just as I know that there is the normal JIS and JOS and then there is the Extracircutical entrances and exits as well, in and out of this marvelous untrumpable simulation, called life and fifth dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









BORN = JIS, JACKED INTO SIMULATION SYSTEM.

DEATH = JOS, JACKED OUT OF SIMULATION SYSTEM.



JIS and JOS, and all lawnmower men of past present and future times; seem to forget that only in three dimensions, is time important. Our truth is not in these three silly things called length, width, and breadth. These are dream-downs off of a much higher reality. I trusted a few with these unfathomable and well guarded secrets, here and there, and learned the power of many Christian scriptures, one coming to mind right now that is pertinent to this topic, is not to CAST YOUR PEARLS BEFORE PIGS, in any generation and in any family, or in the barn yards in general of this lovely world of ours!















People can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains; and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET? I promise you it was not Al Gore, or Steve Jobs, or Bill Gates, and it certainly was not me. It was a bunch of us indeed, but not necessarily the 'always awake and here' parts of us. It was done by other doubles from alternate realities in the vast hyperspace. To arrive at a great and very awesome fifth dimensional truth about just what this group, and who this group, really was, who indeed did give to all of us, the INTERNET, and many other tools before that that one by one advanced out global societies and cultures in a human collective general average; actually might be and what their actual agenda in all of it is, you cannot just think in one line, you really need to be thinking several things at the same time, and then suddenly with a lot of mental will power, combine the stuff all together and when it smashes into one big ball of illumination, you may just start to see the powerful and unfathomable truths about the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, who they are, why they do what they do, what agendas many of them have, and how this will eventually all play out between now and the 63 hundreds when civilization in most close-in or localized hyperspace areas or universes such as our own, will become extinct due to a 300 mile diameter meteorite smashing this planet into pieces, and then, they will reform again a bit differently, and the next phase of things will begin, but for right now, let me stick to the things that pertain to 2014. Just why is the fifth dimension so important, and thereby not knowing the details of it, as well as why this is all so true in all of our lives; is not the 64 thousand dollar question. It is the 64 nonillion dollar question. It is a lot bigger than that, but we will go with this figure of $64,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.00 for now, great folks. It is a big enough freaking number. I'm sure we can all basically agree on this little concept for right now. To show a numerical disparity, my extremely distant cousin Donald has 10,000,000,000.00 of approximate net worth. He can just about do anything that he wants to do in this life. Yet look at how much larger the nonillion number is over the measly billion. Hyperspace is nothing to sneeze at. It contains vigintillions to the googalplex power and then much more individual universes just like our own, all with nearly a trillion galaxies and hundreds of septillions of stars or fusion reactors. All of these universes rub together in a cosmic way. Many countless virtually non limited amounts of entities along the time-lines in each of these that you would mentally picture as future as opposed to past times, are all able to do incredible things, and many are in a club that is totally unfathomable to those not in it, this being none other than the ESS, (Exploratronic Supermind Society). We in 2014, the smartest folks we all see and hear and know of, are still in the caves and banging their chests, and believe the human race will become travelers in a material way. We will become travelers in an energetic way, through the SPACE-TIME-MIND channels that are integrated by the ESS and those knowing how to move in 5-dimensions instead of just three. Morianity is hoping to alter this in this third millennium. PEE is going to help me do this, and the joke is on a lot of peeps who have caused me decades of injury and go off laughing together about it at drunken druggie thug parties. Every single thing that is done by any of us, will come back at all of us, in five dimensions, NOT IN 3. This is why we see the nice couple who leaves church on a Sunday afternoon and is struck and killed by a drunk driver whizzing along illegal without a license, and who never gets locked up. You know, the Goodman's of the world, the Zimmerman's of the world, they all have their sob story of the 'daby-baby syndrome' to sing to us all. Well, I am crying no tears for evil peeps, and even if I do not see justice done in 3-D in my lifetime, I can relax comfortable and calm, knowing full blown well, that it WILL BE DONE in 5-D. No Stevie Wonder, master blasters or no master blasters that are hotter than all of the July's in Philly and New York City; I do not blame you one bit for refusing to perform again in the state of Florida so long as they have that law that frees obvious murdering Sarah-Callio-Until-Martino-BAGS!!!!!!!!!! I never said the entire music bizz is filled with rotten thugs and cruds. Spread out among the many, are always the few in the circle of exception, and Mister Wonder, IMHO, is one of those exceptions, along with his great musical talent and abilities.







Today is not the time for me to print up a lesson about hyperspace and add in lots of new material. When I see evidence of my blog growing a little better, then and only then, will I advance humanity with some really major knowledge. I refuse to cast my pearls before swine, and I insist on obeying the rulebook established by my wonderful and awesome teen queen, MIDDIE, that was handed down to MOSES! For right now, know only this, BRO. The only thing that ever can explain many unexplainable and wild things, is that many normal looking folks all around us, are not who they appear to be; because the real them, who should be awake and living in the world here, is being dominated over by a twin or 'doppelganger' of himself or herself; asleep and dreaming, from a parallel universe. It is very difficult to master the art of becoming a successful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, but I promise you, that the great fifth dimensional hyperspace, is literally filled with such folks. Expanding on this will only be done seriously and meticulously, when my blogs get a little more popular. If those reading them do not wish to plug me a little bit, then that is fine, as this is not by any means blackmail. It is simply a sign that you do not care or wish to know my fantastic secret knowledge, and who am I to try and twist your arms???????? John Henningsen could not say it any bit better back late in the nineteen-sixties, “It's just that simple”. You all out here ar ein the drivers seat. You are in control, not me. I will respond to you, not th eother way around. I can blog my life endlessly, and add endless new material. Still, I can do all of this without sharing details on powerful shit that would literally turn you all upside down and hanging from trees is uncontrollable fits of blissful laughter and contentment beyond your wildest dreams. By not telling others, I know the majority of my viewers are thrill seekers and government and personal enemies, and as I said, fine and well. I do not hold any ill will to any of you. Still, I do not have to share Shangrala with you all either, simple Latin Quid-Pro-Quot, folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!





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