MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
021
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; there are powerful things
happening all around me in fifth dimensional hyperspace, where else?
Let me take us into some detailed bullshit now.
SARAH
CALLIO and your entire rotten twisted family, you will all burn in
the fires of fucking hell.
Don't
ask me where I a going to get 400 mother fucking bucks, but there is
no way this can go on. They have totally hacked and ruined this
machine, and I cannot keep fucking cunt blogging if it wrecks my
entire day each time, and it does, because it is nothing but trying
to write my blogs and being continually cunt eating mother fucking
interfered with by never ending series of major fucking cunt lapping
hacks, hacks, and more cock sucking hacks, by this diseased twisted
sicko MILITUFORCE-WASHCLOTH-CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
dozen or more hacks just this far into the fucking cunt blog, gimme';
a break, or cut me a cunt, Margie, YO, in 1985 or in 2015, honey
cakes, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been screwed with by machines under the PAWM-PIE weaponry-tool
of OTAMM-SCUM for nearly three solid decades on this really bad high
level, and done of this shit is aone bit new to me, in fact it's
getting very mother fucking ancient and beyond annoying cubed.
Recently since 2008, it has been computer hacking, but take those
lovely Harry Callas digits of that year and invert them and ''up it
by one century'', Doctor Sagan, and we can get things such as,
''Lenny
Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's, illegal telephone tape recorder''?
Go ahead, tell me how I am incorrect here, and we can do a remake
commercial and get a new young girl with long hair all filled with
shampoo, going, ''WROOOONG''.
I
am really at my mother fucking wits end of cosmically being in daily
situations where I may as well have a group of folks dressed like mob
enforcers in polo jerseys walking up to me; each one giving me that
''you're dead meat'' kind of eye contact, while striking their fists
into their hands; and might as well all be singing in a harmonized
choir, all perfectly pitched; the lyric: “Try
getting out of this one”
if you get me' drift here, me maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz Bondi?
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I
AM EXPERIENCING A WHOLE LOT MORE OF THIS GOD DAM ASS MAJOR
FUCKING HACKING TRYING TO GET THIS INTO MY BLOG, AGAIN, MISTER BOB
MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND BUDDY!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies, and broken promises; right my wonderful black
birds, all over everywhere, watching over me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Making
it through July 4 is one thing. There still is the weekend, then the
soon to come twelfth, and the eighteenth; anniversary dates straight
from HELL itself; pertaining to the mighty WASHCLOTH CLAN. Now, am I
correct about all of this, Jenny Washburn, and David Cuzzcleanhands
of Smithtown, NY-USA?????
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE; thank you for taking such great care of me. Still,
Dawn and Ann have me kidnapped in that universe; and
I managed to dream-flash away
a couple hours ago; but it was horrible! I
suppose this family will have me trapped with them forever,
fifth dimensionally. There is just no dam escape. The lightbulb
won't ever ever ever come on; will it my wonderful awesome daughter,
PEE??????????????
MY
OLDER DAUGHTER IS HACKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME, AND THIS IS
EVERY BIT AS BAD AS 2008 AFTER CHASE TOLD HER THAT I HAD PURCHASED
HER MUSIC PROJECTS, AND AFTER I LOADED IN THE COMPUTER ONE JUST FOR
FUN. SHE SOMEHOW KNEW I WOULD DO THIS, AND EVER SINCE, IT IS AS IF
SHE JUST LIVES TO DO THIS TO ME! Y JIMMY Y, Y IS SHE DOING ALL OF
THIS TO ME; JIMMY DINERSECRETS FROM FREAKING ASS HELL???????????
I NEED YOUR HELP MY WONDERFUL PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE, and maybe this is you playing with me, no one would believe this, I only typed PEE one time, then after that, the margin of the document altered, then the color went to bright white, and I just now changed it back.
Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!
PEE,
I am going to try something huge. I am taking a deck of playing
cards, and I want you to tell me as I place them down now, if you
are here inside of this computer as a T3E, which numbers you wish me
to be aware of. The joker cards and the royal cards are removed, and
all that's left is the ace through ten cards of the four suits. Man
if this works, this is gonna' be so way cooler than any high powered
cassette decks and amps that ran on twice the electrical power for
beyond RIAA quality standards that even today's best digital
electronics cannot yet accomplish. Even shit like remaining
transistorized parts on the mother board,
bypassed
by higher heat yet still used to make the system function, way back
in late 1980 somewhere at a New Jersey apartment living room on
early afternoons, before leaving for job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studios. Now, if you are inside this machine, write down or memorize
the 40 cards. OK, I have shown all 40 cards to the machine. I now am
going to begin some writing that the hacks can be used to show me
numbers from one through forty of this deck of cards. Let me go on
with the blog and see if indeed, my wonderful PEE can do something
here, as I feel she is now inside my computer, asleep from her
parallel universes of course, where she is just as much tangible and
physical as I am right now, here.
Now
when I wanted to change color on the pasted in other font a short
while back, it did not work on the first try, and the mouse kept
losing the highlight, as many times it does over and over, but this
hack made it work on try number two, so I am going to see what card
number 2 in in the deck, and this deck will not be altered, and thus
will throughout this experiment, always have the same card, such as
card one will always be 2-H. Card two will always be 3-S. Letters
mean H-HEART, S-SPADE, C-CLUB, D-DIAMOND. Now this second card is a
three of spades in the cycle of this deck. If I can communicate with
this hack using this, and find it to be PEE,
or MY,
I will of course keep experimenting. This might just be the
revelation of the decade for me, but I am not going to get my hopes
up anywhere near yet, lads and lassies. I want so badly to have some
contact with my daughters, and yet, I don't trust either one of them
very much, as they seem to think a lot of stuff is funny, that is
not at all funny, especially MY. I would really hope this to be a
new communicative tool, but it
reminds me too much of MC's sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She and
Sarah Karge know only too well, they share too many things for me
not to believe what I do, bulldozers and Bolivar Hotel heat all just
one part of this very nasty business, am I right; Estelle Anderson
Imlandingnow Bassler; of Ormond Beach, North Florida?
SO
W—O—W,
MISTER
MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane Himacane, if you're remotely interested, the Atlantic
County Prosecutor's Office is most likely not going to return my
legally paid for Morianity-Foundation website disc, and am awaiting
to hear from them still, as I speak-type. Nothing changes, ever
since the super hyper time huge change that went down, just because
I fell asleep with an earache in 1986 after coming back from a trip
into the Pine Barrens of New Jersey one late night, with my pal,
David Charles Roth, and nothing was ever the same. I believe that
OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY has a quote regarding this, so I will paste
it in right here. The 6th dimension contains answers to every
question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it
crawled out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in
1995, than simply put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from
a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
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Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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THIS IS NOT JUDGE JUDY'S PLAYPEN, IT IS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3,
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk yukking, all that you wish to; WEEEEE!!!
JULY
5, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 9:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
GOING
TO 91 AND WILL FEEL CENTURY+MARK AGAIN.
79%
HUMIDITY, FEELS 99 DEGREES ON HEAT INDEX, YUK CHUCK.
Nothing
I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at
least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what
anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for
now. Ever
notice how timeless Morianity is, and ever wonder what other fucking
ANITY
appears to also be? In any event, I know that I fucking have, lads
and lassies, YO!
I
used to notice that if I said much more than hello, how are you, in
blogs, to PP, he was god dam ready to come down here to my place and
to quote him 100% on a voice mail in twenty-twelve, “kick my
fucking ass”. I can't know is shit is pissing off peeps, if they
sit there and don't tell me. Then again, just what's the fucking
rational explanation for my telling a very tear jerking sad ass
story such as my last blog from New Jersey, and some crumb on the
UNEXPLAINED
MYSTERIES BLOGGER WEBSITE,
comments back to me a very mean FUCK ME comment? I think it was on
the day that I first saw that fucking comment around summer time in
twenty-ten, that I totally fuckiGN knew this world was worthless,
ignorant, and beyond any hope of repair. I do not believe in aliens
or any life out in outer space. But if there was any, why in the
name of the fuckiGN gods would they wish to set foot on this mucous
filled pile of horse crap? Think about it dead fuckiGN seriously,
good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to make me LOBO-2,
wonderful daughter, AHA! I see my (FUCKIGN-HACK) is back, FCC, Bob
McDowell!
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I
want to thank you my friend Ken Mascara,
Sheriff
of Saint Lucie County.
You are a wonderful fine gentleman. If you can do anything today and
this weekend for me, to protect me from these Wall Street dirt bags;
my hat would really be off to you, kind sir. THANKS A MILLION! Yes,
GREAT JOB, to quote the mighty Ann king Silva of Jersey, thank you so
much, SHF!
ANSWERING
THE QUESTIONS ASKED BY BRAVE SOULS.
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??????
NOT
MOTHER FUCKING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE!
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Well,
with 19 hours left in the time-block-count, we have exactly
400 change;
so a minimum of QUALITY LEVEL 2
will be the Morianity-read, over the course of the following four
days beginning on Sunday. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
WAIT
A MINUTE MORE, I DON'T KNOW BRENDA MOORE. THAT IS RIGHT SILLY
TEENAGER, AND I DO NOT CARE IF SHE, AS YOU WOULD PUT IT; “IS
LIKE 21” SO SHALL WE TRAVEL
TO THE PRESENT NOW, AND FORGET 1993, AS WELL AS EARLIER IN 2014,
JESUS CHRIST!
DDDDUH TIME
SHOEBOX-TABLET
IS READY AS SHE'LL EVER BE, LOVELY LIEUTENANT OHOURA. LET'S
TRY AND ESCAPE THESE OTHER NIGHTMARE PEOPLE, FUTILE AS THE EFFORT
MIGHT BE, CAPTAIN JEANLUKE NOHAIRCURE PICARD BORGTREK!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. AND AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS, IT'S
STILL ''BOSLEY'S MARKET''. WOW MISTER MACY/MACKEY!
3-S,
and 4-S, vely vely fwekkin' intelesting, Bob 1972 McDowell, to
perfectly quote you there, my ol' pal. Yes, it took until the fourth
try for the mouse to not remove the highlighting a while back when I
wanted to click and change a font color.
The
fourth card in the deck was a four of spades, funny, for a short
experiment, a 3 and a 4, forgetting about the suit of the cards for
now and going with only the numbers. I was typing what words in the
paragraph, “Let's try and escape”, right? And the numbers now are
a '3'
and a '4'.
As in 3+4, and 3x4. Then we total again to 3+4=7, and 3x4=12, and go
with 7 and 12, and 7+12=19, and 7x12=84, as in 1984,
and the great Doogie Howser
in female lab tech form; with her 'timeless wonderful driving
instructions' for me, maybe; who knows, straight into
>>>>>>>>>H—E—L—L
perhaps, with a lot of caught weather-fish and many buckets!!!!!!!!
Hay if nothing else, 'Papa happy-30 John', in Harner's Pine Hill
back-yard, at least we've created a new species of fish today, here
in MORIANITY! Time for a pizza break, so plank that and plip me, Red
Jesse, good riddance as the senator would say so wonderfully and
eloquently, without one tiny bit of quintessential facetiousness,
right Eric Hawaii?
I
AM ALL FUCKING MAJOR SNOWED-IN, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY OF FORT
MEADE, MARYLAND. ''And
to think I used to say that I'd never see snow again''. Good
old Commerce Bank before TD took it over,
and made my wild hyperspace
interaction with Paul, and Florida, and the snow, all come together,
once before; back when I was 'dreaming' that it was early in the year
2000, and had recently moved into Jenny's shitty miserable mobile
home park hell!!!!!!!!!
I
would not want to be anywhere near a lot of soon to come DISASTER
ZONES, that Darling Maggie is gonna' fucking be causing as a result
of this death siege attack, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Callio AT&T CALL-TEN; YO; let me take a nice big fucking bit out
of something here, good people, and bad people: Who can ever know
anything, as Ziggy said?id back in 1969 so
often??????????????????????????
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'QUEER-EEE-CROW'
OF THE NON FLYERS HOCKEY PARALLELS FROM 1986 ALL THE WAY TO 2014,
PANDORA MORTAL GAME STARTER MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHATEVER YOU DO, GEE;
DO
NOT ATTEMPT TO exist in this world very happily or at all, YO; IT
CRASHES THIS STUPID ASS PROGRAM. Good Lord, and a quarter, William
Leonard McKinnon, my old 1980 record promoter
''pal''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss
Chillie
did you say,Lenny? Some local folks think it is chilly down here, but
that is only when I switch the Shoebox-Tablet
back to the other side. OOPS!
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete freaking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
NO
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Mikey
did not die,
it was a simple hyperspace experiment, folks, sorry if this upset
anyone, let me explain this to you all, good peeps. In the powerful
interaction where I was with Paul and it had snowed three feet all
over every inch of Florida, Mike had died, and I came back here
thinking this was real here in this universe, until the phone rang,
and it was Mikey. By having this happen, things altered in a HSE or
HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION!!!
Margie
1985 Leo, dam it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
indeed, we all have those varying crosses, not over, but ON OUR
BACKS, and they tend to get heavy, as even the stories tell how Jesus
fell down twice and needed to be aided by some big strong dude who
helped him to carry his burdensome cross all the way up to the top of
Calvary's great hill, where the Roman Empire executed its criminals,
with this horrendous, agonizing, torturous, monstrous method;
called, crucifixion. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK
YOU KIND VIEWERS FOR BOTTOMING ME OUT AT 1947. I HOPE NOT, JESUS
CHRIST ALMIGHTY MIDDIE! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just don't give Nick
any ideas, about taking me to 1947, YO!
WOW
was this a
miserable cunt chewing
mother fucking year so far, and is far from over, American
Civil Liberties Union.
Beautiful
moon, I love you, and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of
you, directly from the energy part of me, my signal receiving device
or human brain thoughts, channeled directly into fifth dimensional
hyperspace dreams from the higher sixth dimension of the MIND REALM.
You will always be my moon, oh lovely beautiful giant girl, shine
down on me as I love you endlessly! The enemy can hurt me all they
want to, Diana; but you will always be there by my side, so screw
these rotten diseased twisted
shits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIDN'T I TELL YOU???
Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into
one of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and
dominate them without them being privy to it. They do not go
unconscious, but merely begin doing some things that they later say
to themselves, gee what made me act that way, why did I say, or do;
such and such a thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You
liar''! Then for all of you football and gladiator fans, of the
yesterday ghost inside of all of us, huh Debbie Sevensign Moore;
there is the other side of this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the
defensive. This is learning while here and awake, to recognize, when
one of your more advanced hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is
trying to work their magic on you. After-all, of course this is
going to work two ways and in two directions. What fucking road only
goes one way? One way streets are a traffic command for vehicles to
drive one way or THE OTHER WAY, still, there are two ways, or
directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law
makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Get any of this huge
shit yet, when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did
my 61st grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a
while back, altering the history of this planet, ultra huge time,
YO? Oh yes,
real pure major simplicity, is anything but simple; because you
think you are getting it at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''You
exist. Time is pure illusion''.
Grasp
the power of that, and you will be in a psych ward later today, and
so your brain actually has a protection mechanism built in to keep
you from going completely nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WANT MY PROPS, LOVELY GIANT GINA OF '97.
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, SO KEEP RIGHT ON LAUGHING!!!!
BUT
WHAT I WANT, BIG BEAUTIFUL GIRL, AND REALITY; ARE NORMALLY SPACED
APART,
IN
MEGA LIGHT YEARS,
SWEETIE-PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As
the military dude in ''HAIR'', said it so well; ''GOD ALMIGHTY'',
AND LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS FUCKING HACKERS AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHO THE FUCK EVER POWERS ME?
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I
paid federal taxes
on musical royalties; and collected small royalties from 1998; when
WVLT-FM, started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those were the days,
huh ''JOE''??????????
BACK
WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT
I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING
OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Good
Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red
light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good
as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother
fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia
double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
IT
HAS GONE UP TO 87 DEGREES, HUMIDITY REMAINING AT 79%, IT FEELS LIKE
IT IS 99 MOTHER FUCKING TURD CHEWING DEGREES OUTSIDE, SO SAYS MY
WEATHER-BUG HEAT INDEX, AND I TOTALLY BELIEVE IT, SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND FUCK EVERYTHING, YO!
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JUST
FISHIN' AND SWIMMIN', AND LOOKIN' AT WOMEN; WHAT
A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS,
AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR
DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!
OK
THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY
may have been a complete fucking
failure, and my houseboat two decades
ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other
things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen?
At least I can go to my cunt
sniffing grave knowing that I
really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try
to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags
are a royal pain in my ass???
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WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and, WE HAVE HEARD ALL THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT BEFORE, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
021
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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