UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCJING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS,
and more friggin' EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,801
MAY
1, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 1:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this
(doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever
could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM situation.
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969
at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
There goes the fucking (`~) HACK again, FCC, Bob old pal,
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday afternoon
when you saw all the hell I was going through at the hands of this
evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!
You are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS
LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career,
you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic
super-girl JENNY JOHNSON.
WOW
Mister
Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee and
take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking
bullshit, shall we sir?
Before
we get into the heart of this REVENGE BLOG which will only be
starting a major conversation most likely with myself, dear
diary-journal; but let me post up my normal paste in jobs and then to
quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle
somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back to
this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from NASA-CULT,
or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from these
Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy
Spaceplatforms?
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of
slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the
universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of
magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess (SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a
shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals. WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further
explored, with or without lovely Jamaican girls by the name of
Rhonda. First, Miss Bitchjane, I am posting up some lovely FIVES for
myself, YO!
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Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does
this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of
earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell you,
so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres
Albert, YO!!!! I
PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this
all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on
the top.
As
you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping
yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several
fronts. In order for me to keep the promise that I just made to you,
my viewers will have to meet me at least close to half way, and be
freaking ass open minded. You have no clue at all about the fifth
dimension. Those who know anything are old fans of Marilyn McCoo, and
I am not speaking about her and her musical group of yesteryear,
folks!!!!!!!
This
is also known as the larger space that contains all of the virtually
countless and limitless universes just like the one we live in on
Planet Earth. This is only going to open doors, and then this series
of blogs in the 25,800's will go on and continue the discussion, and
do many other things such as show you simple ways to prove me right
or wrong, FOR YOURSELVES. Let us go back to the middle nineties, to
when I began dictating MORIANITY, as the OLD TESTAMENT, and started
my project. I did not do this to help humanity. I did this because I
was suffering an unimaginable hell all around me for nearly 10
straight years at that fucking time, and I needed to write something
down for officially recording my story, besides just the life journal
that I was simultaneously keeping, both on cassette tapes.
I
had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a
Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the
moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this
was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the
quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember
those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in
earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”? Now
we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican
exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the
second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT
WHAT IT
makes 134,
while ISIS
makes 25.
It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first
time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a what
car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal? Yeah,
a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills? Another car
was discussed by government agents or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for all I
know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when they were
connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under orders of the
National Security Agency. Cars are modes of transportation, so are
rocket ships to the moon. All things connect up for one powerful
reason. What you think of as things and events, and all of that; is
really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is finite and computable.
Still, that is not the subject for today's little discourse and
debate. Most of you know that th every first time that I took a time
trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16 years old in 1996, as
Morianity was being written; and that just before this time, his
wife's step father or real father to the world public knowledge, had
come to visit with me on numerous occasions at the Haddonwood Health
Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a cousin, never any other
relationship. He did not bring up the subject either, I did, as we
all know MC has the voice of a choir of angels all put together, and
I had mentioned how amazingly talented that she is, during the
course of a routine conversation in the swimming pool, as somehow,
and don't ask me how please; the topic of music, and what kids today
are listening to; all came up. This lace is just a mile down the road
from the psychic shop where after we no longer were in contact, Nick
took a mallet to one of my hubcaps, while I was inside the shop
getting a tarot card reading, by a gentleman named Steve. I also had
been there previously and got a reading from a girl named Sherry.
This all gets super complicated, and we have years to get into tall
of the particulars. Time is of the essence right now, as I am tired
and need to go off to sleep. Bob McDowell, the 'space-bar hack' is
real bad right now, kind sir, and old pal!!!!!
Now
there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this
Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand
dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money
amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you
something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect
some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in the
night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly, but
rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better that
way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing f this
information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of things
all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and tell
new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade give
or take, I had chikdren come to me who were not from this world, and
strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn that the
child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about a year
ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this made no
sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at playgrounds?
But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13 years, at the age
of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a job, and the details
are totally unimportant. When it was time to leave, I was in a hurry
to get home, and there was a large ladder that people were all using,
bolted down to the structure for safety, and no other way in or out
was available for use at this time due to some kind of construction
that was going on. When I tried to leave and go down the ladder from
a tall second story of a restaurant along a famous highway in New
Jersey and in a very historic well known town called Haddonfield,
where I also went several years to special-ed school there; but as I
tried to leave and got onto this ladder to go down, several extremely
ravishing fashion model looking teenage girls were intentionally in
my way and not moving, trapping me up on top, and I did not feel like
dealing with these silly giddy young kids of about 3 years or so my
junior, and I took one huge leap off of the ladder. But instead of
landing fast and hard onto the grassy yard below, I went down very
slowly like an elevator and made an easy perfect touch down, from
about 18 feet in the air. I was always a good jumper and enjoyed
jumping from high places, but never before this time in 1975 did I
fall at a speed not normal for Earths basic average gravity fields.
Now all of these thing connect, but you will need to give me time.
Long before I knew what resulted from my encounter with Exploratron
Paula King to use her Atlantic City street name in the late sixties;
Nick began to damage my property such as th e?June of 1996 incident,
and then began to come into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and
take me on special weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could
feel things like hot and cold and many other things. He took me first
to the past, then later, to the future. One trip was not that far
away in time, and another was, in fact it was before he was born by a
dozen years. Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is
Mack Kaiter Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to
time. This was a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in
Northeast Maryland, where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again
for 2 weeks in July of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is
ridiculous, and the other kids thought it amusing and began teasing
me about it as kids do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975
through 1981, amazing and unbloggable events happened to me that my
many long blogs merely have touched a tiny bit on, here and there.
But I will be telling a lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks
tick on by. Count on it. This endless persecution of me to keep that
mother fucking Dow Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is
either going to stop, or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a
giant fucking tidal wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983
MacInvondi Trump! Here goes the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell,
and the space bar and CAPS HACK and all of it is acting up worse and
mother fucking worse all the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total
violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights as a free
United States legal citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I could get my mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother
fuckers doing all of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes
while I slowly kill your families, and then abnd only then, would I
begin to slowly mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and
excruciating death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do,
don't ever let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking
pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I'm just being honest and telling
these jerk offs the truth, or 'WHATEVER'; Congressman; old pal from
1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total
secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not
because of any lawsuit. It is way better than that. Still, things
were seen and reported. Someone who visits this building was seen
putting weird round bugs into my car somehow, and I had to empty a
fucking full can of 'RAID' into the hot car and let it sit like that
after coming back from my errands. They should all be dead, but it
was seen, and my resident manager knows who did it, who they are
affiliated with, and yes, it ties straight to my miserable mother
fucking worthless rotten lousy family!!!!!!!!!
I
AM HOT AND SLEEPY. IT IS 72, AND HUMID, AND 20 PAST 3 NOW; SO THIS
BLOG FOR NOW WILL END; BUT THIS IS JUST THE VERY START OF MAJOR NEW
SHIT; AND NEW SPINS AND FACTS ON LOTS OF OLD FUCKING SHIT, GOOD
FOLKS!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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