MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
033
MIZZ
BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, TODAY WAS THE WORSE MOTHER FUCKING
DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE HERE IN FLORIDA, MAYBE EVER JUST ABOUT. I AM
UNDER THE MOST INCREDIBLE DEATH SIEGE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING WORLD. I
AM BEING MURDERED, MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING STOMPED ON, AND YOU DO
NOTHING, WOW, MA'AM!!!!!!!!!!! TIME TO DROP BY MY LOCAL CONGRESSMAN'S
OFFICE. THIS IS ALL I AM GONNA' MOTHER FUCKING TOLDERATE WITHOUT A
HUGE CUNT CHEWING FIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!
I
tried to talk to a shop that deals with those having problems with
MAGNAVOX equipment, as I own three of their video machines; and one
is a brand new unit from crooked RADIO SHACK; who else Fred
Non-Einstein of 1997; yeah, you just think you're gonna' fucking kill
me you ugly mother fucking pig McGuire!!!! First I called the Radio
shack and got nowhere, as they sold me this unit and do not repair or
make new ones, leaving me out to dry. Then, Attorney General Bondi,
and Federal Trade Commission; I called the number for MAGNAVOX,
printed on a sticky tape affixed to the rear side of the unit's
remote control. I was speaking to a dirt bag who just hung up on me
as I was telling him my problem. Then I would call back on their
fucked up number, Attorney General Bondi and FTC who helped me on a
matter once before and I am eternally grateful to this marvelous
federal agency, the (FTC); this number being (1800) 605-8610, hay
what do you fucking expect with an ''86'' in it for crissake YO;
aniwho BRO; it was connecting me to dead space and then a final
disconnect, no matter which of the three prompt selections offered by
them, that I would push, originally I was on prompt-3, but after
trying that twice, I tried the 1 and the 2 as well, and got the very
same result, nothing but dead space and a short to follow, disconnect
sound. This is either being done to me by secret covert branches of
the feds, such as SNOWDEN'S NSA that Arthur Crane told me all along
since the year of 1991 was being done to me, and he said it to my
face as a matter of pure fact, like he was telling me he lived in
Elvistown, mooncraters!
All
day, this fucking jerk off loud slamming ESS GUEST on this floor, has
been disturbing me with one bang after another, and tomorrow when
Debbie Marotto is here, I am going to go down and really cry on her
shoulder and make a real scene!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MY
FUCKING RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO CHECK OUT THIS IS ALL REAL AND DOES ALL REALLY HAPPEN TO
THOSE TARGETED BY COVERT BRANCHES OF THIS SICK TWISTED GOVERNMENT,
AND I AM
NO THE ONLY ONE, AND YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, SOMEDAY COULD BE NEXT
TO BE THE TARGETED AND RANDOMLY SELECTED VICTIMS, AND NOTY A SOUL IS
GOING TO BELIEVE A WORD YOU SAY EITHER, JUST LIKE WITH MOTHER FUCKING
ME, SO CHECK SOME OF THIS SHIT FUCKING OUT, GOOD FOLKS, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
ARE ZILLIONS OF THESE TYPE OF CUNT SUCKING FUCKING VIDEOS ON YOUTUBE.
YOU NEED TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' EDUCATE YOURSELF BEFORE YOU END UP A
VICTIM WITHOUT A VOICE, JUST LIKE CUNT EATING LITTLE ME. WHAT, YOU
REALLY THINK I WAS JUST BORN AND ONE DAY THIS ALL HAPPENED?????? I'M
TELLING YOU, YOUR LOVELY LITTLE KIDS YOU SEE PLAYING IN THE BACK
YARD, THEY COULD BE NEXT WHEN THEY HIT 25 OR 30, AND WHO IS GONNA'
HELP THEM, ME? SHIT I'll BE LONBG FUCKING DEAD AND GONE AND MAGGOTS
MYSELF, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LISTEN OR GIVE ME THE BENEFIT OF ANY
OPOSSIBLE DOUBT, SO WHO ARE YOU GONNA' BLAME THEN??????????????????
I
AM GOING TO BLAME WHORE JANE SLUT FUCKING PIG FACE FONDA, FOR HER
ASSAULT ON ME IN 1993 AT THE BALLPARK, AS TO THIS DAY, I AM BEING
KILLED BY THIS WATER WITCH BITCH, AND HERE SHE GETS ME FUCKIGN CUNT
AGAIN, DELMO CIFALOGLIO ISLANDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO LET ME CUNT
EATING COMPENSATE NOW WITH MY FIVES-COUNTERSTRIKE, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Of
course there are victims without a voice such as me, and then thanks
to that lovely Sky Poison Chemtrails
Incorporated; there also are victims
that had great voices. I guess they
won't really quit until they wipe out my entire lineage, huh Bill
Griggs, if you're still cunt chewing out
there hiding from these wicked slimy fucking rat bastards!
''SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM'',
SHERIFF KENNETH MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, BRAHHHHH!!!!
DON'T TELL ME DOPE IS NOT GOING ON
AROUND HERE.
Well,
I need a mother fucking Toaster Strudel, kid; this indeed is my worst
day ever, YO, just as July 11, 1995, was the worst weekend ever for
my distant cuzz and his peeps up on that god forsaken fucking island
in New York, USA-ESMWG in any and all realities of the hyperspace and
all of its musical ME'S, Walter Disney, sir, gee I really must
fascinate you peeps so much, Jesus Fucking
Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!! Not too cowardly, you
old fuckiGN ambulance driver of World War Two, to begin the
WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK ON MY MOUSE, huh FCC BOB MCDOWELL????
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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
THIS PARTY MOTHER FUCKER IS GOING TO GET ME CALLING 911 IN THE MOOD I
AM CUNT HUFFING IN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP---UP---UP---UP---UP.
NO,
NOT THE SKY, OR THE SKYPE; BUT THE ICPE-DJIA!!!!!
I
am the most cursed and incredible person on this Earth. None
of this makes me wise, or great, or powerful. It makes me miserable,
fucked up, and cursed, so don't
get it fucked up and wrong,
if I may be allowed to quote the great Dawn-Marie King. I have no
answers. I only tell the play by play true tale of misery and woe
that I am forced to experience here on Planet Earth. If I had answers
beyond this, I would brag about them, and not hide them under any
strobing lights.
The
only thing that is real is nothing, nothing is what is real, how can
anything be real, explain that? All things are dreams, creations,
words are so meaningless, and you are never going to see this is true
until you experience certain shit in your life. That is another
guarantee. But the mother fucking illusion is powerful. If I can make
you totally believe that a huge dragon is chasing you, and spitting
fire out of its mouth, you will be insane for the rest of your life.
There is no dragon, but there is you totally convinced that one is
really chasing you. Yes Cooley Hall is there, and so is the RPL Sound
Studio and the parking lot on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJ-USA.
But who built the distance-elimination system that triangulates all
of this, and for that matter, to be a free man, must I think of this
as another code of the gophers and lightning strikes? One thing seems
real enough no matter who wishes to debate it. I was struck down like
a dog while living at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, at age
28 and one half years, and have been basicly ill all my life. Maybe
it is time to stop cycling around, and just let Timothy Barber give
me a Integ MWO blood transfusion, disappear to South America for a
while, and come back in 10 years and start over again at age 30! As
for the magic bugs that won't die, it feels 150 in my car, yet these
wild little living steel balls, whatever they are, won't die, not
with pesticide, British nanny's moaning, great defense lawyers, or
anything so it seems, Duncan McLeod. Well, with or without Tim
Barber, I did move in July, right around this time, back in 1984, out
of 506 Robin Hill apartments, and over to Cinnaminson, New Jersey, to
1406 Highland avenue, and yes; THE
UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE
HAS
THE ADDRESS ON FILE,
AS
I DID SOME MUSIC PROJECTS,
WHILE RESIDING IN THIS PLACE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!
A
silly stupid tiny child can see what is going on all around me, ever
since my mother fucking experience a few nights back with DELMO
CIFALOGLIO IN A PARALLEL FUCKING UNIVERSE; I told you all this
fucking shit would all bust mother fuckiGN humping milf muff diving
ass loose, am I lying the fuck to anyone or about anything, you tell
me, great folks, ga'hed, YO?
“THEY
LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED”.
I'M
HACKED, I'M HACKED, I'M HACKED.
THERE
IS A SATAN. THERE IS A SATAN.
THERE IS A SATAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
these are not the beginning of some new age Nostradamian Quatrains,
merely powerful truths about reality, second only to the one that
needs only a single reiteration here; “IT IS ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE
EXPLORATRONICS, YO”. Yes Mister Chained up snowed in Henningsen
from Denver, Colorado in 1968, it really is, and you said it mother
fucking first and taught it all to me, JUST
THAT
SIMPLE,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes,
there is or at
least might as well be a SATAN. Whether created by man or god, anyone
that cannot perceive absolute unspeakable evil all around us, and
believes that just thinking thoughts like that make one psychotic and
crazy, is just about dead and merely waiting for his or her body to
catch up with the rest of the ongoing process.
BOB
MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, THE HACKING IS VERY VERY
BAD, KIND SIR, PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE TELL THE FBI THEY NEED TO DO
THEIR FUCKING DAM JOB AND HELP ME AND STOP IGNORING MY CUNT CHEWING
E-MAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, EDDIE,
SNOWED IN?????????
Just
as with Friday, they persecuted me all day long, and what resulted,
but the DOW JONES and that fucking ICPE-APE technology kicked right
in, and POW, she just kept flying UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, am
I wrong everybody? And here comes the cunt chewing (`~HACK), BOB FCC
MCDOWELL, my great old 1972
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is what the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE does not want me to tell you all. They
knew all the cast of characters way before 1986, 1983, 1980, and all
of it. They have set all this in motion, but I was supposed to die,
and did not. I cannot die, not ever, you rotten mother fuckiGN
bastards, do you hear cunt eating me, NOT FUCKING COCK SUCKING EVER
EVER EVER EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you're sorry that you got me into
this Dukra Agron Lester Kaiter of the REDDEX CLUB??????????? Sure you
are, tongue slipping non french kissers, sure you fuckiGN ass are. If
that shit on that broadcast was made public right now along with all
the shit with me, the world would turn up side down, inside out, and
die right along side of the great Diana Ross and her chain reactions
from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told Louise Hendershodt in
1967 about the RED XXXXXX DEAL, and those in power over the world
know it, and will try and murder me covertly for the next ten
thousand hair-cunt swallowing years.
They
knew my mom and I had horrible fights, they knew it all, they have
the tapes in the fucking copyright Office for crissake. You think I
am stupid, you rotten diseased mother fuckers? You caused all of this
shit, and you even wrecked the great Christmas Tree Angel's lovely
voice. How you bastards sleep at night, McGuire and Kennedy, is
beyond me. Go slip on a mountainside of wet
soap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am about to get off of this thing now and dial 911, hollering and
banging, this shit stops fucking now, or I call the cunt sucking
fucking cops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pictures
are always worth a thousand words, as the old saying goes. Morianity
IS NOT THE INVENTOR of that great little sentence of major wisdom.
Jim
Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret
meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him;
that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike
Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little
secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty
Bohemians. OH
SHIT
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-911-911-911
JULY
15, 2014;WORST FUCKING BOTBAR OF DECADE!
TUESDAY
EVENING AT 6:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT,
FEELS
84 WITH A 92% FUCKING CUNT HUMIDITY, YO!
Good riddance to the worst
day of the world, as I am going to have to call the cops, they are
shouting, slamming, and starting to act dangerous, this stops fucking
right here, YO, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
HELP
ME FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT!
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