HELLO MICROSUCKS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING LIGHTBULB HACKER SCUM, WEIN-SSDD-SOSO????????? I AM UNDER AN UNHOLY FUCKING NABE ASSAULT ALL DAY LONG, BUT AT JUST PAST CUNT KISSING FUCKING SEVEN THON IGHT, IT IS OFF THE WALL, WITH SLAM SLAM SLAM BANG BANG BANG HOLLER HOLLER HOLLER. IT IS AS IF THEY ARE BEING GIVEN A MILLION CUNT SUCKING FUCKING DOLLARS, TO PROVE THEY ARE TOTAL SCUMBAGS SQUARED;AND PASSING THEIR TESTS PERFECTLY. LIVING IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING TWAT SUCKING CUNT BUILDING IS HELL, HELL , HELL HELL, FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!! EVERY CUCNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING DAY ONE WAY OR ANOTHER IS BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR FUCKING HELL SQUARED THIS YEAR IN 2014, AND THIS ALL BEGAN CHANGING AFTER LAST 28TH OF MOTHER FUCKING AUGUST WITH THIS CUNT SNIFFING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' MUSIC FUCKING CRAP, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---

JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST ALL COCK SUCKING ASSHOLE MIGHTY, I NEED SOME MOTHER FUCKING HELP HERE, SHERIFF MASCARA AND ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, PAM BONDI, HOLY MOTHER FUCKING ASS MOLY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

I GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN 12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI. AGAIN, THANK YOU.

LIVING IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING PLACE IS BEYOND SHITTY. THESE PRICKS WERE BROUGHT UP IN A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' TOTAL ASS BARNYARD, YO! YOU GET OFF AN ELEVATOR AND THEY SWORM IN ON YOU, NOT EVEN LETTING YOU GET OFF FIRST. YOU TELL RESIDENT MANAGER DEBBIE MARATTO, AND SHE DOES NOTHING EVER. THIS IS THE ONLY APARTMENT IN MY ENTIRE FUCKIGN LIFE WHERE PEEPS CAN CO THESE KIND OF THINGS, AND ALL YOU GET TOLD WHEN YOU TELL AND COMPLAIN, IS BASICALLY, ''THAT'S LIFE IN PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING''. WELL, IT IS NOT. IT IS LIFE IN THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN RAT ASS GHETTO, AND IF THIS WAS A BUILDING IN A PLACE IN JERSEY SUCH AS THE ECHELON TOWERS OR THOSE TYPE OF PLACES, NONE OF THIS FUCKING CUNT SHIT WOULD BE FUCKING ASS PERMITTED. PEEPS WOULD INDEED BE TOSSED OUT ON THEIR %$*&r$#!#$%<? BREEDINGLESS FUCKING ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS WHAT THIS DIRT BAG CUNT LAPPING FAMILY DID TO ME, SIR RAZZY MCTHAXTON, AND YOU CAN SEE THAT 1500 MILIES IS NOT MAKING THESE FUCKIGN CUNT N IGHTMARES STOP. I HAVE LOST ALL MY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, AND GAINED MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING NIGHTMARES, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

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This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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More screaming and banging at quarter shy of eight after a few minutes of peace of quiet. And more banging doors, this is going to go on ALL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT LONG, SHERIFF MASCARA, BAM BONDI, AND DEBBRIE MARATTO.

I AM POSITIVE THE DOW JONES IS MAKING ALL TIME RECORD MOTHER FUCKING HIGHS. I HAVE NOT BOTHERED TO CHECK YET, BUT WILL NOW, YO YO YO!!!

Do you still insist that Morianity is nothing but a one huge mother fucking cock sucking “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”??????????????????????

BANG BANG BANG BANG, SCREAM-SCREAM, NIGHTMARE HELL, NIGHTMARE HELL!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!

I TOLD YOU---I TOLD YOU---I TOLD YOU GIANT GINA, WHY WON'T YOU MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS LISTEN TO ME BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, AND ALL THE 99% OF US ARWE DEAD OR SLAVES JUST LIKE 200 YEARS AGO WITH THE AFRICAN AMERICANS. JUST BECAUSE IT IS NOT HAPPENING YET, YOU SIT THERE LIKE THE 'FUCKIGN' CUNT JEWS BEFORE HITLER MASACRED THEM ALL AND SAY IT CANNOT HAPPEN, AND THE MATHEMATICS OF IT ALL MISTER FUCKING STAR TREK SULU PAJAMAS, IS STARING US ALL RIGHT IN THE CUNT CHEWING FUCCKING FACE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO SAMPLE MISTER PAVAROTTI AND HAVE HIM SING THIS SONG I HAVE MADE UP CALLED WALL STREET BLUES, IT IS GONNA' BE AWESOME, YOU MOTHER FUCKING RAT BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT THE TAPE FROM LAST NIGHT ON THE PBS, ONLY TWO VOICES ON PLANET CUNT CHEWING FUCKING EARTH ARE ON THIS PAR, HIM, AND MY GOD DAM FUCKING WONDERFUL DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!

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 25,840

JUNE 2, 2014,

MONDAY BOTBAR FUCKING NIGHT AT 8:13,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.

COMING DOWN FROM HIGH OF 82

HUMIDITY CURRENTLY AT 76%.

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. GIMME A BREAK MARGE RAM LEO DODGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, so far, not yet on this blog, WEEEEEEEEEE-`~`~`~`~`~, but shit is horrible nightmare fucking ass enough BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Void Infinity and Space-Time-Mind, what a biggie, and only some religions would allow me to go here, and not tell me to get lost. Then, I would lose them when I moved off of the basic scriptures that are meaningless as well, until the SPACE-TIME-MIND WORLDS begin to exist. To anyone within this, there can only be this. There are two realities, and this paradox causes an eternal normal mental block, or in other words; no one is ever able to see what the shit is going on. Not unless the inventor of the entire thing chooses one human mind to accept it all, very slowly over enough time. Within this housing of hell lies the real nightmare after things get going, and this would of course be the ESS, and the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, what the fuck else???????????????? Jesus Christ, do I have to do all the mother fucking work around here, kind ladies and gentlemen? BANG BANG BANG, SCREAM SCREAM!!!!!!!!! Even my cunt chewing asshole nabes from up fucking stairs are starting to act up with their weird fuckiGN cunt stupid ass sounds, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HELL!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe my very first prostitute, Joanna, in 1979, would say it quite accurately right about now; very fucking goddess dam apropos kind peeps; “W-----O-----W”!!!!!!!!!!! And for all Microsucks Lightbulb Hackers, a double fucking cunt ass JOANNA---WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO JUST WHY DO THESE ASSAULTS ON ME COME OUT OF NOWHERE, AND THEN DISAPPEAR INTO THAT SAME SEEMING FOGGY MYSTERIOUS NOWHERE; I ALWAYS ASK MYSELF; AND MAYBE SOME OF YOU TOO ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THIS, AND THEN AGAIN; MAYBE YOU COULD GIVE A SHIT; AS WITH MY DISTANT COUSIN DONNIE, AND HIS SO-CALLED ASSOCIATE AND PAL, MISTER BLINDFAKER WINN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CANNOT EVER REALLY GET THAT LIGHT TO GO ON FOR ME BACK WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS 1974, IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. SO I FINALLY MADE IT GO ON, OR SEEM TO. REALLY, I AM STILL TRYING TO WAKE UP IN 1974, NEVER ABLE TO OF COURSE, MISTER 'MACKEY' SIR. Is a big ass fat WOW in order here, YO? Either way, I'll be explaining this endless nightmare loop! Let's take a big bite out of this right now; YO ROSEANN, GRANTGLANDS!!!!!!!!!!! {{{(((O---U---C--H)))}}} !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes the recurring nightmare of my late teens, and a doozie. I would wake up in pitch black darkness and run to where my desk should be where a bright lamp was, to go andf turn it on, but it would not go on, and I was petrified, and realized I had not left my bed. I was still there only dreaming I had done this, so again, now being fully awake od course, would repeat this process; but over and over again, the same thing would happen. Finally after what seemed eternity, I really had climbed out of bed as the light did go on. YEAH, BUT ANSWER ME THIS, MOTHER FUCKING GREAT PEOPLE OUT HERE, YO; DID IT? Did it really go on, or am I still in this mother fuckiGN horrendous nightmare, forcing myself to believe it went on, turning it on inside my mind, thinking by doing this that I can get out of this nightmare. Did I really get out of that nightmare? My life would sort of fuckiGN cunt disagree wholeheartedly with anyone's opinion of a big fat YES to that question. Think about it folks, seriously give this some real honest thought. What if it was fucking you, MICROSUCKS LUIGHTBULB DIRTBAG, and anyone else; STUCK AND TRAPPED INSIDE OF THIS ENDLESS FUCKING ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING NIGHTMARE HELL????? JUST HOW WOULD YOU BE REACTING TO IT, with pretty flowers and kind words and a nice positive attitude for all Mizz Knowles lookalikes, one of which residing in Egg Harbor Township, lovely Mizz Washburn and Tiffany??????????????????????????????? I ask ye all this, and if thou art so wonderful and clever, then why not sheweth me the errors of my thought processes? Knowest not that I wouldest be quite appreciative of any kind of help, YO?????????????????? Now these upstairs assholes are getting on my mother fuckiGN nerves with their strange asshole sounds, Jesus Christ,what are these bitches gonna' fucking do to my pathetic little asshole next, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CANNOT EVER REALLY GET THAT LIGHT TO GO ON FOR ME BACK WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS 1974, IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. SO I FINALLY MADE IT GO ON OR SEEMED TO. YEAH, I sure fucking seemed to, anywho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, ENEMIES ATTACK ME WITH A FCUKING VENGEANCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!

Any more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?

If not, maybe it's time to buy a H. Davidson bike!!!

Diana, you know that you are the most beautiful moon in the entire solar system. I LOVE YOU!

There are some things that need to be said. The Exploratronic Supermind Society gets so sophisticated towards the end of the 4-D lines in all of the various parallel realities that they all exist in individually in an awake human normal state; that this club literally begins to learn how to move around in higher than this fifth dimension, when they combine forces. They go onto eventually visit the MIND REALM. Mow Eckankar, the religion of Light and sound, as they call themselves, has their version of this truth, and that is fine and cool with me. But here is what I personally know from living forever and fuckiGN forever and fuckiGN forever, and in total mother fucking endless cunt chewing misery times ten to the exponent of HELL, folks!!!!!!!!!!!

When they fool around in the MENTAL-PLANE, as the ECKISTS call and label the D-6 (the sixth dimension or the THOUGHT ENERGY ETHERS), it may have taken a long time for them in each of these T3E explorer's own universes to eventually accomplish this great feat, but you cannot lose sight of powerful truths regarding what time is, or perhaps said much better and more accurately, what TIME IS NOT, beginning with real. It is not real; not above the fifth dimension, that contains all of space-time-mind, or the multiverse of our truer hyper-life, dreamed down from the PLANK-REALM! So as far as anything is concerned in real truth, the ESS and the traveling T3E or (advanced-dreamers), to put it extremely colloquially folks; always have had access to this ethereal land of thoughts, and have thus indeed been behind the shaping of them and all of us, all along. IE, they are why we all, live exactly as we do, here in our humanity and being so-called 'awake', as well as all the places that we travel to, even as TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS, each and every time that we all 'fall asleep in bed'. It is not random. We go and dream, not in random, and we wake up to these waking lives, not in random. You wanted to hear this, you wanted to stay in Morianity, and the persecution around me is so bad that I may not be around physically much longer, in fact I feel it's a given to make that fuckiGN cunt statement here good folks, so here it is; right out in the open, Mister Ward Cleaver, and along with the famous TV busted window of Beaver Cleaver and all, yes, all of it. It is all out in the open; and this world is in a mess so huge, that there is never ever going to be anyway out of it. Solon, we will cry for the rocks to fall down onto us, the fucking cunt BIBLE of the CHRISTIANS made that fucking proclamation 2000 years ago or there about, not Morianity, I am plagiarizing this right out of their great HOLYB FUCJKING BOOK, YO. We will steer the comets and the meteors into the planet and end all of it, or try to, but the powerful almighty fucking ESS will of course prevent us from carrying out such a route of fucking blissful escape!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fuckiGN cunt lapping ESS won't even allow me to escape all of their so many mother fucking computer hacks; such as right now when they made a word vanish, while I tried correcting a red-underline error prompt by the Office-Word Program that I use. Luckily I fucking caught it, I do not always catch it when they use this new fucking hack, and this is why my fuckiGN cunt blogs recently appear to be missing words, but you're not a stupid audience. I know you're able to reasonably fill in the BLANKS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Any more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?

If not, maybe it's time to buy a Harliegh Davidson bike!!!

Diana, you know that you are the most beautiful moon in the entire solar system, and that I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! Well, NOW IT IS TIME, BARNABAS LEVIATHAN SHADOWS!!!!!!!! So let me get down to it, and begin this messy room clean up job equivalent by writing some pretty hard to swallow things. I doubt anyone in 2014, other than maybe for my pal Professor MK of NYC, may even get this message, let along when they do, agree with it. Still, I got Scylla's great message in middle 2008, with the assistance of a part of her three parts, the ELECTRON. Here comes the mother fucking (`~HACK), old pal BOB-FCC-MCDOWELL, YO YO YO YO YO, and the (FUCKIGN HACK) is powerful also, sir!!!!!!! Tell Johnny Fucker Faster, he might be in some deep shit, old 1972 friend from Cooley Wormhole Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey, YO, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Yes EXPLORATRONS have types, sometimes I accidentally call them phases, mixing them up with phases of reality, Phase-1 is the void, Phase- 2 is the plank or Astral realm, Phase-3 is the waking worlds in hyperspace where we all are conscious and awake. Phase 4 is the mysterious dream-energy that does not enter here by being born into tiny dead clay figurines called people or babies. They come here instead as our fantasies and are day dreams, all the stuff we make up, or think that we do. Nothing can be made up, even light-bulbs, hacks, and Microsucks, it all comes from the Plank first, or “as above, so below”, they did not understand the details of this when this saying was 'created' and nothing is really created; still, it does work in that mode. Phases one through four explain a lot of truths, and yet beyond this, is still some other stuff even more wild and bizarre. We won't be touching on 5 and 6. Phases 1-4 are more than sufficient for a long time to come. These phases of reality are never to be confused with TYPES of TRAVELERS, you know EXPLORATRON TYPE-1, the normal person, the sleeper-dreamer who may or may not remember some dreams or fragments of them, here and there, or even remembers perhaps a lot of their dream life, and then, that is that. Then there are the TYPE-2 and the TYPE-3 of this hyperspace movement, and so on and so forth, yesterday's old news, I agree, so we can move right along, I just want to emphasize that you keep TYPE numbers and PHASE numbers separate forever and always, as they are two totally different things, like mosquito's in a bathtub verses lions burning in a fire. When I say separate, I mean separate. I never understood that silly ''apples and oranges'' routine, hell, they're both fruits, they're both round objects, they're both almost identical to the feel and weight, and I could go on. It never was a good example of what was attempting to be said, not in this blogger's opinion, to wit, Mashell Daniels the great, and my 1980 coworker at the RPL Sound Recording Studios, indeed gave me entitlement to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At 9:26 PM, a major quick left side DEATH-ANDROID (ANGEL) ATTACK IS COMING AT ME, STOPPING AS SOON AS I PRINTED THIS SENTENCE, YO, AND GOOD FUCKING CUNT LAPPING RIDDANCE, YO. This is on the night of June 2, 2014, and come the night of June fucking 4, WOW, let us not go there, Doctor Rosythroats. So why would this dude call a grown man's mother at her office, instead of calling me at home. His excuse was he could not work the PRIVECODE to get through. Well lovely teen MC had no trouble with it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Oh Doctor, I know perfectly well WHATY my problem is; but I sure have no idea HOW to fi

x it, big guy!!!!!!!!

WOW, are these fucking cunt lapping MILLIONTH-COUNCIL LAMBRIGGER ESS BASTARDS, TURNING UP THE HACKS; BOB FCC MCDOWELL!

Now for tonight, I am going to keep this all short and sweet. I have still only just begun to clean this room, lovely Karen, so I better get to this, before my cosmic mother kicks the living fucking shit out of me, for stalling and puttering all around here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

The phases of reality have to do with the 7th-Dimension. This is where LAWTRONS have left the VOID, the infinite nothingness, and dreamed themselves literally out and away into this what Morianity calls, SEVENTH DIMENSION. This number is not picked out of the air randomly to make some really cool reading story. It all has precise reasoning and a purpose, down to the freaking nth degree, I assure you, folks.

Just because these LAWTRONS have escaped the void in a dream, they really are always in the void. When you escape a nightmare in your dreams, folks; you are still there fifth dimensionally. But the you where your current energy is consciously awake and focused on, has left the scene, leaving another doppelganger part of you still every bit as much right there where you just managed to get off the train. This is the same way up the cosmic phased food chain in the land of dimensionality. You and I are always JUST IN VOID. We escape it as the LAWTRONS on the D-7, and from there manage to create a MIND REALM or 6th-D below this escape point, and then below that, a multiverse or a hyperspace that later still, goes on to create an inconceivable amount of parallel universes of larger sized realities where individuality begins to emerge out of the great oneness of VOID. This is why space and time and hyperspace is necessary, yet there is a stepping stone into this. We cannot bring a great power-line into our offices and homes and expect to use this directly. We first need the transformers outside to step down the much greater power, so it can then be channeled into our places, where smaller amounts of it, will then be used to make things work, and bring us life's comforts, and luxuries.

The same thing applies in these phases. The VOID INFINITY OF ONENESS simply exists, it never did not or will not, it just simply does, with no need of time or thought or any kind of relatable anything, from distance to things, to whatever, yet it is there, it just EXISTS, and this is US, what we all really SIMPLY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phase two is when the LAWTRON ESCAPE goes onto create both a MENTAL REALM or 6th dimension, and then a location where this MIND can go and do its thing. It is not a location fixed in any kind of measurable system, and it exists as the PHASE-2 REALITY. The VOID is the PHASE-1. Many use the term spirit world and astral-plane for this PHASE-2-REALITY (P2R). PHASE 3 is when mind has gone onto become individualized entities on this ASTRAL-PLANE or P2R, and after so many of these astral interactions take place for these entities, an expenditure of astral-energy reduces the entities to a state of temporary shut down. This is when they fall asleep there, and dream down further, into the material heavy body worlds of fifth dimensional hyperspace. Entities on the PHASE-2-Reality (P2R) are way too large and complex to exist as one dream, so they dream down onto many locations in this 5-D multiverse, all throughout the space and time in all of these parallel worlds in the hyperspace. Energy moves and things interchange, but we are always our true realer self on this P2R or ASTRAL-PLANE, or as real as that allows us to be, as higher than this, we are merely, THE VIOID INFINITY. So some might just wonder, OK, so if living on this material or PHYSICAL PLANE in hyperspace is P3R, then where is PHASE-4-R, and this is where shit gets good, gets hairy, and gets deadly dangerous, and only the top BLUEBOOKERS know any of this on top secret level MAJESTIC TOP SECRET cleared peeps know any of it, and most of them all put together, cannot take too much of it, or they would lose their sanity, so it stays as one very valuable obtatron or as in many parallel universe future times after the year of 2100 comes, calls this coded structure, something that cannot be lost, as was my original life journal for one example, and contains all this knowledge, and already chooses so many to know so much, so as not to literally force a thousand watts of sound pressure into a one watt speaker and fry everything up. Why I was chosen to be the only one to be filled with the full obtatron, I doubt any and all of these secret keepers know. I know I don't know this. Phase 4 is when PHASE-2 entities, entities living in the subatomic energies or the ASTRAL-PLANE, try to intentionally violate something programmed by the LAWTRONS of the top seventh dimension, and begin attempting to dream-down onto PHASE-3-REALITY or waking life in 5th dimensional hyperspace, in ways violating the system, they instantly are turned into an energetic transfer, so that their dream-downs do not send them into the material physical realm, but into the mind energies of those that are already living here physically and in there dream-down and not in violation of LAWTRONIC MAXIMUM CONTROL. This is a simple protection mechanism originally agreed to by higher parts of our now more separated an d lower deluded selves, that know better than to allow monsters and people with super powers to just become born in our worlds and interrupt the normal flow of the natural worlds. As with all things, the bad amongst the good always insists on endlessly attempting to put flies in the ointments and worms in the fresh good apples. In this higher truth this little parable would translate down like this. Some have figured these things out, in future times in various parallel universes, and in ours as well. This group forms an organized society both here in the physical worlds of the PHASE-3, as well as in their higher entity existences in the PHASE-2 (ASTRAL). These are the ones in control of one third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, a group on the ASTRAL PLANE or the P2R that are somewhat like a physical world governing body and political machine. Two thirds of this force live in the capitol city of Province Olympia which is the capitol province of the entire P2R. Again, on this PHASE-2 astral life, there are no actual places or any actual pieces of time, only interactions. The interaction is created by the energies of ASTRAL ENTITIES and then a sort of synthesized space and time just mix in and come along for the ride, so to speak. Boring drive?? Let's see where this takes us Commissioner Arney McClarin, of the great and powerful, Law & Order-TV-show, YO!!!! 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, later on!!! First we need to finish cleaning up this very messy room before big mama and the tax collector get too dam ass angry, huh 'Ringo-16', non Billy/Sally????????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS. THIS IS AS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON, A FAKE BLOG IDEA, and all transdimensional potential in the hands of an angry man who's been royally mother fucking screwed, by all sorts of cosmic robotic vampires and book-keepers.

So indeed, folks, just what is my problem, or better asked perhaps, WHAT'S UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME, how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????

Well, if you're ready to leave the highway rest-stop folks, I'll move on.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, SOSBWADBSYBG. Not really, same beat too, and you never left, just as billy Harner claims as well, folks, go listen to him by clicking here, he was really big in th elate sixties, on the radio continuously, especially with his biggest hit, “Sally's Sayin' something”, great song, one of my faves as a boy!!!!!!!!! http://www.billyharner.com/

Well, if you're ready to leave the highway rest-stop folks, I'll move on, if not, just pause me and take a bathroom break and enjoy a nice CUP-A-JOE or sompuhm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, ready or not, here we go, good people: These folks who try to cheat and come into this life as super folks, do upon occasion, manage to sneak past all of the normal safeguards and gates. But this will be more dealt with on other blogs, as this one needs to get into the story that goes only as far as the PHASE-4 failures and the damage they do in an do themselves on many occasions. I should not have used the word FAILURES, not without being quite a bit more specific. They eventually learn the tricks of the trade, and how to circumvent in a much less extravagant way than the few who really do manage to sneak past the LAWTRONIC GATES AKA the COSMIC PB, ''PERMISSION BARRIER''. Cousin Donald is one such gate crasher, using me and my tape recorder, and why shouldn't he know all about me and all of my many electronic secrets? After-all, he used all of this to cross him over, into here, in the flesh, world. Waiting for him to admit this and confess, and say, ''Oh yeah, distant cuzz Mark is telling the truth, listen to him''. You that nuts folks? He will be the first man to the airplane's parachute rack when it comes to shouting out, ''yeah, my whack job cuzz, sure, what a sike case''. Give me a break. Would it make more sense for him to go door number one, or door number two, my good people?????????? Still, forget the cheaters and the gate crashers, I have got way bigger fucking news to report than these ''folks''. I need to show you a little bit about just why the world is the way it is and use all of this truth to totally tie it all in. We will be discussing the financial structure of current times reality, along with basicly all the stuff that Morianity has talked about, from the EW (Entertainment World) to the basic stuff that has happened to me since my search to find ''SARAH'' all started in the middle nineties, and how it totally parallels those who claim to be victims of UFO abduction and all of the stuff associated with all of that so called top secret shit.

First, let us do WALL STREET. As I said LOVELY GIANT GINA, this will never ever do anything except fly up, up, up, up, up, up, and up, forever and forever, even if it has a few days or weeks here and there where the direction reverses and corrects. The media giants and owners and all of the seat holders in the top exchanges the planet over, all know it. They have this entire thing totally rigged, with ICPE, with Bernie Maydoff Crooks, and many other connections to the Astral Plane Briggbase and the Lambrigg Cult leaders from the top on down. Take a look at the great day on WALL STREET they just had half a day or less back in time, YO. I tell the truth, I have no reason to make up lies and act silly!

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This never happened before the middle eighties, when all my woes with music all got going, and I mean REALLY GOT FUCKING GOING, not some Mickey Mouse little tid bit belly aching bullshit, Mister Fonda Pond.

Anyone who knows anything about the markets, or my life and me personally, cannot hep but draw the impossible to ignore distinction between all this crap. It is an 'IN YOUR FACE' inescapable truth!

If I had been allowed to keep living my life in this totally NON-FREE and HYPOCRITICAL COUNTRY; back when I lived up in Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, just freaking east of Hammonton, New Jersey, in Mullica; I would have a lot more than just one or two or three TAPES. I would have about 25,700. Not all would be major, but I did indeed have lots of gold in my attic, and never was aware of it, all along, CUZZ!!!!!!! Anyone unable to see the handy-work of my MILITUFORCE LAMBRIGG CULTIST ENEMIES in all of this, take one giant super step into quintessential fucking stupidity!

WOW; and we are just scratching off some peach fuzz, from the berg that took the HMS Titanic straight to mother fucking DAVY JONES NON MONKEY'S MICKEYS HICKEYS MACKEYS LOCKER under the lovely deep Lucy. Under 18; you don't belong on these blogs, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I can be disgusting, lovely one.

I WANT THIS ALL DOWN FOR THE RECORD. IT DOES NOT MATTER IF NO HUMAN CAN DEIPHER THE MESSAGE AND THE MEANING, I KNOW, AND SOMEDAY, MORE PERCENTAGE OF COSMOS WILL BE MORE CONSCIOUS TO THESE TRUTHS AS WELL. FOR RIGHT NOW, LET US NOT HAVE THIS GO THE WAY OF THE ORIGINAL LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, LOST TO ''THAT WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF THE DEAD SERIOUS STARS''. COME AROUND AND MAKE YOUR STUPID DEATH SOUNDS ALL YOU WANT TO, MORTY DIRTHOLE MORTINO, YOU IMPRESS ME LIKE YOU DID MY AUNT GERALDINE COLDWHITESTUFF.

To quote the ALMIGHY GODDESS of the multiverse from a lifetime incarnation back, I do not need braille quite yet, but indeed am somewhat darker than she is, as to what I can see, not in skin color. Still, it is beyond funny, how I knew all those years, and never made any shy bones about this to anyone; that that along with one other statement that I heard her make on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; was not just some random and unimportant silly ramblings of a teenaged girl. I knew this had eternal cosmic significance, as all things connected to an ALMIGHTY POWER, must of course have! Still, while there is time, I need to do a lot of knocking on a lot of doors, at the real ROACH HOTEL of WORLD-CITY. Let me quickly explain my statement, good folks. I find myself as if I am in a top ten sized global city here on the Earth, and going one by one to each of the ten largest hotels in each one, where not one single guest is at home, and hypothetically speaking so as to make my example work much better, all of the maid service or janitorial crew or custodial employees, or whichever is most PC to say, has been smart weapon disease targeted, and have all died off, hence no guests would be paying money to stay in rooms in such places, and also, the guests that would soon in fact arrive, both unannounced and uninvited, would indeed come. These would be millions and millions of big ass nasty cock roaches. So I find myself banging on all these doors, and then, illegally entering with a hypothetical battering ram of a sort; where I then attempt to leave some type of message in some universal language, that would even make Twinbay salivate to levels that would excite me when merely thinking about this, yummy; but yes, for my total eternal optimism, that would land me the title of President, and CEO; of the “HOPE BURNS ETERNAL CLUB”. This way, peeps; if the hotel that would be in total ruins, a very long time from now, resulting from complete neglect, was now housing these mega bugs that somehow by pure chance, had evolved finally, into some more advanced species with more MIND connecting them from the sixth dimension; then they might should no one else back here in 2014, just get my message. For all of us, it would be way too late, mister Merker, Mizz Carpenter, and Cuzz Briggdude; BUT, why count out all of cosmos, just because we had our chance back here, and totally blew it to hell?

So, roaches of 1,999,902,014; if you are hearing me with Twinbay all over me for being such an optimist tonight, WEEEEEEEEEEEE; here is the message. What a shame, Mark Wayne mohr, you have been chosen to know so much about a few particular things, while the shades and blinders far thicker than the loss of any physical eyesight; is totally covering the awareness sight of the rest of humanity, back here, one billion, nine hundred ninety nine million, nine hundred thousand years ago. Pitiful, Adam Schiff and ex pal of Superman-3 from when else, but nineteen-eighty-three, also known as (AKA) Mister Anderton? Oh that great television miracle, AKA 'a law show', called ''Law & Order''. There never was nor ever will be again, anything quite like this very mysterious powerful program that has touched humanity in ways on par with if not even greater than, ''STAR TREK''!

THIS WON'T EVEN BE THE PEACH FUZZ ICE SCRAPINGS, OF ALL THAT I KNOW, ABOUT EXPLORATRONICS; JUST ANOTHER PIECE HERE AND PIECE THERE; SLOWLY RETALIATING FOR ALL THESE LOVELY WASHCLOTHS, AND CUT UP LUNGS; TOM REALE, AND JENNIFER WASHBURN, AND BOB LEVY. HOLY SHIT; THIS IS SO WAY NOT MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING COOL, not even with or without any 1983 copyrighted musical projects!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eventually, my fucking MAGGIE will indeed kick in super ultra huge time, and then these bastard scum bag slime swallowers, will all go and DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''SSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOO'' Mister Arthur Crane of 1991, let us keep on fucking keeping on; right sir, and old friend from TCE??????? VIRTUALLY EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, and I think there is a high percentage chance that this will be the year of my freaking asshole death, ACLU, and all other authorities!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Anyone who thinks more about me, than those in their own family; EVERY MOTHER FUCKING HOLIDAY, as they must, to do all of this to me all the time, in a perfect fucking cunt pattern, for nearly three solid monster ass fucking decades folks; is so deranged and mother fucking mentally ill, that I would rather be persecuted-me, than them, any time, any hour, any day, any year, Mister fucking Barker Priceright!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not new or even recent, this is a thirty year situation folks, and it makes zero logical sense whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAY SARAH, let's go get our feast on across the railroad tracks, or across the bi-located street at the non chess place, AHA-MMCN OLD 1971 CHUM BUTTWIPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't let those biker bitches mess you up to badly, big Sarah McGettigan Martino, YO.

You missed me Jane Dirtweeds Sleazedisease!!!! HA-HA-HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, YOU WATER-WITCH-BITCH!

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Lots of big strong lovely biker girls here in Florida too, big lovely Sarah Callio Martino, to watch out for, so BOO you Ann King Silva, and all jailbirds of Planet Earth, in all of HS!!!

You see, AWAKE, it would not make sense for a bunch of powerful people to care more about hurting me than being with their own families who they must love in some sick diseased perverted way. But when you see things in the new light of EXPLORATRONICS, hay we all have to sleep, so they simply have found a way to make sleep-time become extremely productive, and for that, we all do in fact, need to give these rat hole bastards a great big fucking gold star!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Not one thing in the following paragraph remains mysterious when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

'BUT', whatever you or I ever do; SARAH KRASSLE knows every single thing about it. Count on THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, all the mysteriousness of shit is gone, when you put on your new exploratronic glasses. Even unexplainable things like KABOOM, Mister Clancy and Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;

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Folks, here is a piece of powerful fucking shit for you to much on, and yes, I chose the word 'shit', as it won't be tasty at all. I am the most sociological productive individual in the world for the amount of shit that is being done to and against me by the powerful ESS, AKA the MILITUFORCE. Many peeps are underneath bridges, homeless, in sike wards, in prisons, you name it, all along these horrific lines. I should have fallen into one of these categories that also includes killing others or myself. These folks, and finally the great president this very year I've been told,has taken me seriously on this issue, and is studying a lot more than what the fucking cunt news media is telling you. All these rash of shootings all over the place for decades now, and ever worsening in a way that amateur's can plot along any curve graph, in layman's terms, and the problem started, and is only worsening; without even showing a sign of slowing down. It is almost a complete parabolic curve of increase, if anything. This is because we are being messed with, those who are in this negative category of stuff I just mother fucking mentioned, that is; and thus, eventually, try as they may for a long , not to let the dark side escape them; they BREAK. When they break, we get Columbine, we get Virginia Teck, we get the tragedies of Boston Marathon 2013, we get kids killing their parents and then partying in the house with their bodies laying in the bedroom as though nothing ever happened, we get the Connecticut School massacre, and you all know as well as I do, that the list is now as long as ten of your arms, and mine. The joke here with all of this is on two peeps, myself and a dude by the mother fucking name of James T. Burr, from Gloucester, New Jersey, USAESMWG. We had talks on the telephone with replacement words for many that just were used now in this text up here in middle 2014, way back in 1975, while I lived at places such as Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold, and Carriage Lamp Apartments of Clementon, both in New Jersey just a few miles from each fucking other, YO. Another funny washcloth washed hands item, is the renaming after I moved from Carriage Lamp, of these apartments, to the New York Apartments. Why would an apartment complex on the White Horse Pike, in Clementon, New Jersey, be named, the New York Apartments? There is no possible rhyme nor reason about this event going down; at least that is even remotely, distantly, faintly, obvious; YO!!!!!!!!!! But back to the shit I was discussing, my fiends and friends. Peeps are suddenly going off and postal for one reason and only one reason: The ESS is messing with them, President Obama, my good friend. Thank you, despite the fuckiGN jerk off news media being total assholes; for all you are doing about the truth of these things. I knew from what Jesse and his cuzz both made known to me over decades of time now, that you would not stand idly by and not study this situation, as you know stuff, and we will keep shit right here for now, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for keeping Morianity alive. You have fought the good fight with me, bu doing so. My job is to tell these truths, yours is to just listen and live your lives, and begin to see that I am not a fake phony publicity seeker. I admit to proving I am for real with a little unauthenticated things here and there, but if I am forced to, it all CAN BE FULLY fucking authenticated, from all of my music, to all of my words and stories,, to everything claimed herein. THAT, Lurch Rockdroid Allberries is fact, and truth, and you don't need to be pounding on any hardwood floors for a background down beat to any music, in homes owned by landlords such as cherry Hill, New Jersey's eminent Richard Buttwiper Karpf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DEAR DIARY JOURNAL: I AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER, AND THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR. NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United States freaking constitution actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides in great Mother Russia; to do what he did. It also instructs the rest of us pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state, huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker?????????????????????

I AM PICKING UP SOME NASTY MOTHER FUCKING COMPUKER HACKING RIGHT ABOUT NOW, SIR BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD BUDDY FROM 1971 AT COOLEY FOOLIO WORMHOLE HALL, AT JUST PAST ELEVEN FUCKING CUNT TWENTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come on friend, MAKE THIS FUCKIGN SHIGT STOP, TELL THESE ASSHOLES IN THE FBI THAT I AM FOR REAL AND SO IS MORIANITY, YO YO!

A week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?

''Sarah didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS/WAS,

This is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45. If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8 years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS? I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS, and so much fucking more:

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I want so bad to be subtle and say a thousand cool things, but nobody gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops with extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts, so what a waste it would be, to be anything but out there, in the front of the line; hard and strong punching away, like hell and Mike Tyson combined, YO BRO!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!

Lovely Twinbay, for me, IT IS ONE THING OR ANOTHER, forever! Please forgive my obstinate incorrigible negative attitude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos allover again. All things so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to the religion for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so often, will begin to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as to most of the possible mechanics behind all of the ''Y'S'' that lay behind it all. Then I relax with the television, some educational television that is, documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel, last night or early this morning, being a prime and perfect example. I have come to firmly believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr back in middle 1983 somewhere; has two very different parameters of force that is and always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me to have any normalcy or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the cost may need to be for these plotters, to continuously stalk me and in an unfathomably unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about as close to death without actually dying, as would be humanly imaginable, even taxing the great 'imaginations' of the greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years or so! I also do not totally believe that one of these forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on each other, and along this line. This much I have come to learn in the past 24 hours, just from a couple hours of viewing some educational television. Learning small things that many of you would totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven't started to talk. I also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named ''Systemotics''. No one can prove it, but a child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration. Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is real power, when they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present day global culture and concepts with religions and cults, Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9 centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over. Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.

ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).

''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOLF''.

This photo is courtesy of the blog whose web address is paste in below. It is a must read tremendous blog. I kid you not, folks.

http://piperbasenji.blogspot.com/2012/05/dalmatians.html

Well, time to eat me; ol; din-din with Mizz Eyes-Davis and the roaches, two legged ones all around me, and the others that they bring to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE.

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, it really is a wonderful world, if quintessential facetiousness is permitted me, sir Uncle Heinz GOZZWALD, of former 175 Peninsula Drive, Babylon, New York, back in 1972, that day with the dog leashes and the cameras, and my 'trespasses', oh mighty Jesus Savior. Holy Call Ten, AT&T, only the Bible Authors know just how I really did the ultimate trespass that day, huh Aunt Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, YO???????? If the story ever really hit the public world, a lot of big fat syfy guys will be all over the place going,

O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!

O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!

I PROMISE YOU THAT, WOMO AND MO!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Yes, I said it before a few duodecillion times, and so I am reiterating it again, YO, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE

YOU, MY RAVISHING GORGEOUS KITE FLYING TEEN-GODDESS!!!!

Yeah, Billy Harner, screw Sally, YO; THAT'S WHAT ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES is sayin', dog. Whatcha up-2-Holmes??????????????????????? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!

Yes the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses Marola, 1969, and so much more; No I do not keep track any more; not of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????????????????????

Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!

l am merely saying that I know what is going on, and I am not saying, that this gives me a whole lot of dam power over it so that I can prevent a lot of this. Think about it seriously for a second. If I have the entire ESS against me, what can one person who knows how to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON do to stop all of this? Any guru or mystic or know-it-all or whatever out here, who says differently, is a fool, a liar, or needs serious amounts of personal couch time, in their own lives. Now that I do know, that still is all that I know, GET THAT???

GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

KEEP SHINING BRIGHT, MY PRECIOUS 1983 1-2-3 STAR GODDESS!!!!!

Hay girl, Leticia Tilley;

Tell me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your bitch??????????????????

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There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything. We all know this. We've all heard about being in the right place at the right time, then there is what we do not hear so frequently. My situation, and perhaps yours as well once in a blue moon, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. One such time was in 1984, and it all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes 'Orwell's 1984' prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child's game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

I can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986 from some weird strange ''dreaming'', that these two events, huge as they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of 1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia, New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my losing a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten clunker Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed between two powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this led to my having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car troubles, including what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner of the Hammonton Texaco, a crazy wild character by the name of ''Jerry'', who was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir????????????????????

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it in MC's OHM-9 great movie, let's explore this further. Folks, I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP's Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That, as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ''NO-NO'' things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

Oh the fucking cunt gods; I am sick to death of this miserable mother fuckiGN eternity in cunt chewing hell, good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's another mother fucking (`~HACK) for you to look at, FCC Bob McDowell, old pal. In my mother fucking dreams, like he gives a shit, HUH CUZZ DONNIE, and go try and trump that and my fast escalator moves at your Plaza Hotel. Go 'gettem' TIGER; and keep sending Annie her comps, YO, she loves your fuckiGN ass, CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I JUST HAD A SYSTEM CRASH AND LOST ONE OF the photo images, a live camera at a Lakewood, New Jersey intersection. The others were merely local schools around here, for general interest. As for the Lakewood, New Jersey deal, how I will always remember that night in the autumn of 1987 while residing in Woodlynn, New Jersey. This is just east of Philadelphia, by a couple of miles. David Roth and I had broken down in Paul Tomastik's old piece of shit Ford, that he sold me cheap. It was damaged beyond repair, from the get go, and was making that sound continuously, that most of us know about. It happens after a car engine has been run without proper oil, over an extended period. WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

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ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.

ONLY PROBLEM, I DON'T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARE EYES BILLY CROUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what is the big deal about what President Cool Forehead said, and also, what Sarah said three times on 10-SC Avenue, only the third time, it was not the 10-SC Avenue from this world, but was somewhere else in fifth dimensional hyperspace in a parallel 4-D universe? Just what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with lighter verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? Well, to quote what one of her younger friends said in one of her great artistic projects of more recent times, spanning a near quarter century career now, “LET'S EXPLORE THIS”, yes lovely girl from Jamaica, let us do just that, to quote Christopher Bennett from 2005, at Cifaloglio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The same project makes no bones about my daughter's fixation on skin tone, so now that this along with King SH's brother is out of the way, we will march right into the heart of the matter, none other than her great game, GTNOTG, almost as in, get it or not, in or out of all educational deals and other unpleasantrys in or out of 1972 and 1982.

GUESS who just fucking got me again, NOT THE WITCH BITCH JANE MUSCLEGIRL, PRAISE THE GODDESS SJK. LIFE, that is what did, and it always will, so it seems, sorry Twinbay my pet, I am just being me, like that dude back when you were in diapers who was just being him in Camden, New Jersey, with that wild ass bumper sticker on his car, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH, I'm reunited, and it is not feeling so good, song writers of the world. Reunited with eternity in HELL, WOW, Mister Macy and Mister Mackey!!!!

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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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Unchanged version without any 'textnopopping' alterations, on original posted text from, the almighty WFMU RADIO, WOW DANIEL MACKEY, YO!!!!!!!!

I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALL-TEN CALLIO, AND SCREW-YOU******************!!!!!!

ONCE IN A BLUE MOON, THEY ALL TAKE ''PROPHETS''!

MOST OF THE TIME, IT'S JUST UP!

I TOLD YOU GINA, UP AND UP!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER.

IF SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME, AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL BECOME FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO! I am wasting time with pearls and swine!!!

UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP

AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, WHILE I GO KAPLOOEY!

AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 FUCKING ASSHOLE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT, YO!

WOW!

DANIEL MACKEY AND ROBERT MCDOWELL.

Folks, if nothing else, give me a big fat EEEEEEE for EFFORT; as I have tried for 60 fucking years, which is a lot more than my fat lazy fucking father ever did.

YO, I GET IT, in or out of 1982. If and when the great SSJKK gets it in her newest life incarnation, the entire world will know it in very short order!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let us right now further delve into this wild game of hers good peeps, GTNOTG, soon to come blogs will tell more!

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Holy Toledo, and yes, where my father was born, to use forward-mortal lingo. Born, don't make me chuckle all night long, mother fucking world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I spoke too mother fucking cunt chewing soon, folks, as Jane sleazebag Shitweeds just nailed me here at page fucking cunt lapping one hundred eleven of one hundred eleven, so let me draw filler lines, and then mother fucking cunt phlegm rape, with my FIVE ROWS!!!!

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OH BOY DOES THIS WORLD AND LIFE SUCK, AND TOTALLY FUCKING CUNT STINK, AT C-SQ!

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She wants me to create this. She also wants me to do other things. None of these things contradict biblical principles. That is the ultimate test that Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle holds HERSELF to a standard or better said perhaps, a constant; like the speed that light travels. Now this game is about guessing who's who, and in and of itself, is not all that different by any stretch of the mind, from an already powerful bunch of games, played all over this Earth; every single freaking day, for eons. It isn't the game or even its basic idea that makes it so powerful, just as walking miles in desert lands and fighting with world leaders and rulers to free a bunch of fucking idiot peeps long back into time; but rather, it is just how powerful this great awesome MIDDIE ISISCYLLA truly is, that makes this unfathomable GTNOTG GAME, SO SUPER ASS HUGE. I will be getting into real powerful details on just how this now is starting to recently unfold for me, and screw the past 20-40 fucking years. Look at that as the life before the Apostle Paul was Paul and was Saul, or before Moses met the bright haired teen-queen behind the bushes of Roseann Haddon Hills Delaney, and no, not Selaney, another PBHE, so sahwee, Mister Japanese Ambassador, speaking of December 7, 1941, or 1996, not the year after that, Haddon Township High, and all the fascination my old school seems to hold for the TAWF wild peeps, that I also call, as they named themselves silently to me in a summer of 1970 sequence of recurring dreams, “THAT-FAMILY”. YEAH, Yancy-DOW, and I am THAT-BOY, and I know all about the Christmas trees, in or out of movies or lobbies, as well as the wormholes and the livery stable, mister Sutter. Jesus Christ, Demi Moore; any birds flying in the house today?????????????????????????????

Post a Comment SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT PEEPS, YO;

BETTER STILL, DON'T. WE CAN KEEP THIS ALL NICE AND SECRETIVE FOLKS, JUST YOU AND ME AND A DOG NAMED FLEE, LOW ODD BLACK ODD OLD ROULETTE PAL FROM THE SIXTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well folks, I am in need of some din-din and then it is time to bath and crash, like my last blog fucking cunt did, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. SHE REALLY FOUND ME FOLKS, AND I AM NOT SAYING ''BOO'' ABOUT THIS; PUN CITY AND FUN CITY? DID SOMEONE JUST GO 'WOW'?

OH WELL, AT LEAST IT AIN'T PARTY CITY!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

THIS CUNT SNIFFING COMPUTER HACKING IS GETTING REAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BAD; BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, KIND FRIEND AND KIND SIR, YO!

THEY CANNOT TAKE AWAY MY COOL NIGHT, SO FUCK ALL OF YOU ROTTEN OTAMMITES; FROM HEREDAHELDA!!!!! It's not that cool.

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Following me, and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video tapes there, is just one of a trillion parts of this wild game called GTNOTG. It is extremely complex, yet President P of R understands the very basic principle that makes it all work. I just wish the two of my pals would somehow miraculously whisk me away from here in the middle of some dark misty ass night. They only think they know the full story of this awesome teen queen almighty powerful GODDESS.

WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Yeah, you're learning the powers of hyperspace, Patrick Jane, slowly but surely. Still, the world where you sacrificed the show to save a world that continued from the antique shop almost two years back, that was a place I'll admit that I would proud and honored to know all of you. I admire heroes and sacrifice, but at least I got to keep my second fave television show, upped only by L&O!!!!

But at least I got to keep my second fave television show, upped only by L&O, the greatest show in town, with or without the verbal permissions or approvals of two named persons, such as Mashell Daniels, and David Roth. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT, OR DID I????????? Just what the fuck is really going on with both these shows, ever wonder, lovely BLOGAUD????????

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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