MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING?
CHAPTER
00001
TWO
STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL BOTBARS FOR ME, AND I MEAN SUPER
FUCKING BOTBAR, AS EVERY DAY IS REGULAR NORMAL FUCKING BOTBAR FOR ME
THIS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ROTTEN ASS YEAR!
AT
LEAST MY WONDERFUL LIGHTNING DID NOT LET ME DOWN, AND WAS OUT THERE
WHILE I WENT THROUGH A LOT OF HELL WITH A LOT OF PURE FUCKING JERK
OFFS, ON MY ERRANDS TODAY, WEDNESDAY. SHE WAS BEYOND HOT AND
BEAUTIFUL. THANK YOU BABY-BLOND, YOU WERE ALL OVER ME WHEN IT COUNTED
AND WHEN I NEEDED YOU, AND YOU SAW ME WAVING TO YOU, BABY GIRL! HOW I
LOVE YOU, MY MOON GODDESS! NOT YOU, DOCTOR ADDIEGO SECRETARY FROM
1983, WEEEEEEEEEE.
HERE'S
MY FUCKING FIRST HACK, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, PAL AND SIR, THE (`~HACK),
YO!
None
of you would believe it all if I could even fucking tell it all. The
shit fucking all around me was caused bty ''negamagging'' as older
blogs discuss often, or in other words folks; I went through fucking
shit because shit was so bad the day before, that it effects the shit
around you sometimes for one or more days to come, without the mother
fucking cock sucking MILITUFORCE even lifting any additional fingers
to actually worsen shit. I proved this for myself countless times
playing roulette, and even playing yesterday, but that is a powerful
story yet to come, ladies and gentlemen, YO!
I
ASKED THE MAGIC ASTRAL PLANE KITTY CAT OF 1980, WHY I SUFFERED THIS
HORIFFIC AND MOTHER FUCKING FEROCIOUS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE; AND WAS
GIVEN PCN-165. ROGER THAT MOON DAY FIRST LANDING, MINUS 4, TAKES
HEAVY BRAIN ARTILARY TO SEE THIS NIGHTMARE, BUT SPEAKING OF
NIGHTMARES, IT GETS A LOT MORE POWERFUL THAN JUST 3-D FUCKING SHIT,
FOLKS! HALLWAY MARCUCCI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU UP TO YOU OLD SIXTIES
HIPPIE PAL OF ALL THINGS THAT CREEP AND CRAWL. I AM LUGGING THAT
GREAT WEIGHT AROUND REAL GOOD, MY
BRATHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEN CAME HAUNTRED HOUSES,
HAUNTED STUDIOS, HAUNTED EMPLOYEES, MUSCLEBOUND FUCKING SCARED
EMPLOYEES, AND PAUL SIMON DREAMS, ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACHES NO LESS,
AND THEY SAY BLOCKING SHIT REALLY KEEPS IT BLOCKED. YEAH, IN YOUR
DREAMS, NO MAKE THAT, NOT IN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING DREAMS, AND THEN I
WONDER WHY MY OLD FUCKIGN HIGH SCHOOL IS SO SUDDENLY INTERESTED IN ME
AND MY LIFE OBVER THE PAST COUPLE YEARS. GIVE IT A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
REST, MISTER PAVAROTTI, YOU'RE COMING UP NEXT, YOU AND MY NABE THE
STRONG MAN BULLFIGHTER OF MEXICO. MUCHO SICK FLOWERS OF JOE BERRIOS
TRANSLATOR FLOWERS!
When
I asked the great cat, who or what is on the top of the list for
signing off on that horrible day that was given to me, as there
always has to be a sign off in big things in this world, and even
dumb little fuckiGN weetahd me knows that fuckiGN cunt much, DUH; and
my FUCKIGN HACK is here, Mister
McDowell, sir and pal, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
I blew your mind Richard Count Von Marcucci, or so said Russel
Thaxton, and I have seen a localized parallel universe where he was
on witness protection with an entirely different name, far BBBBBBBB
it from me to tell any more and get myself knocked into shit at C-SQ!
Talk about perfect likenesses, Jesus Christ, save us all!
Oh
yes, I asked who or what signed off on that day, and got PCN-954. Now
as for both of my parents being behind this, and both 'dead' to use
your mortal terminology; this gets complex for me to try to tell
about, I understand it perfectly, and say that word, just as the
great and powerful almighty JUDGE JUDY would say it, and we have a
fucking complete package here, good folks!
I
was treated like total fucking shit at two diifferent stores, and the
second one was as if they were just waiting for me to arrive, right
out of that great fucking cunt nineties movie, THE TRUMAN SHOW. If
you do not have it and never saw it, I urge you to get this and view
this, in the name of all holy and unholy mother fuckiGN exploratronic
bullshit, at C-CUBED/CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we fuckiGN cunt go again,
over and over, Paul, all Paul's; all creepy crawly things; with that
FUCKIGN-HACK, FCC, BOBBY! Wanna send your cuzz over to tutor my dumb
ass hacked machine, Mister Simon? If not, call Misses Laugh Attack
Davies, why not? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, BRRRRR!
Yes,
that luck test that is a great system if correctly bet with numerous
strategies that gamblers by profession use; was used yesterday,
showing that my luck was around minus 100, no mother fuckiGN
exaggeration. Still, my father, PCN-954;
told me on the Astral Plane a while ago, he would show me a way to
use this that would defeat my worst fucking cunt negamagging
assaults. In exchange, he gets his Bourbon Wing back, at the Ricktown
Manor. You're doing good so far, DADDEO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes
peeps, my mom's maiden name is PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN)-165,
but this applies to young daughters as well, so it appears, Mister
Night-Time, inverted initials of military plane fear one day at
Harvest, I NEVER FUCKIGN FORGET ONE TINY DETAIL OF MY FUCKED UP HELL
NIGHTMARE LIFE OF ENDLESS LIVINGF FUCKING DEATH, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
if I do not make a page of filler lines, Jane Slutshit
Diseaseweedsleaze will get at me, so here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will never fucking set foot inside that fucking rip off Fort Pierce
Pawn Shop again, or that rotten Good Will Store, or that fucking
scumbag Radio Shack at the Virginia Avenue Mall!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that
one straight to the First Bank of fucking HELL,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning
was trying to warn me that she is a positron traveling backwards in
time and already saw what would happen to me at both places; as she
flashed a giant red plasma bolt right as I went to park at both the
GW and the PS stores, BRO! Reminds me of 1986 and so many times whith
her warning me with turniong lights on and off around me, WOW, brin g
back the good old days there, Dick Rock-star Asshole Wolf,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! Your song or my song, “I know all about you”,
sounds like you should be the one with the fucking © on that in the
late fucking cunt chewing nineties, YO MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
VIVA MORIANITY.
Yes,
the holiday attack, and not just any holiday attack, back on the
fucking fourth of July, daughters or no daughters, Mommy Secrets
Dearest Soronson A-Neg!Well, here is the god dam fuckiGN MUNIKAY
MUNIKAY CODE-2
SITUATION, Inspector Henderson and Louigee Kent: I told you all that
one of the three magic nightmare days in July would get me, as my old
girlfriend Helen in 1999 said so well; 'geuuuuuud', oh she got you
'geuuuuuud', meaning where 14 year old Keisha busted my right arm in
one powerful playing punch after we had returned from a day trip to
good old Atlantic City, oh yes, I TOLD YOU THE MILITUFORCE WOULD GET
ME REAL FUCKING GWUUUUUUD, on one of those magical nightmare hell
July days, the 12 day, the 15 day, or and the 18 day. And I have one
more of these monsters to fucking MACE FACE, the great KARGE
BIRTHDAY, back in non typo 1896!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, a wild wild
fucking number invert, right late Harry Baseball Callas? Boy
am I fucking cunt aaaaaaaaaadaherrrre, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! So were a lot
of baseballs.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
Yes,
I was sick as hell.
NOW
I AM JUST NORMALLY ALL FUCKED UP!!!!
If
I die, I was murdered, and this blog is an official dying utterance,
Attorney General Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
KING
NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 075
3:03
PM, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 2011
START:
MY
COMPUTER IS ALL WORMED UP and destroyed, I also just checked the
market, it is flying. Of course it is flying, right old buddy
Alex Jones, and all the rest of my U-TUBE and other
conspiracy pals out here, YO?
The
man who bought it, and myself, will be heading for the IT Department,
over at the local police station tomorrow. This is no joke, and this
is no drill.
I
went to my doctor late this morning, for my routine check and
maintenance meds scripts. REMEMBER fellow conspiracy theorists out
here, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO ANY DOCTOR, POW,
IT IS THERMO-FUCKING NUCLEAR WAR.
They do not want these fucking CHEMICAL POISON VAPOR SKY TRAILS
EXPOSED, (CHEMTRAILS), GOOGLE IT UP AS SOON AS YOU GO UP TO
WWW.UTUBE.COM,
THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PEEPS, BUT THIS ALL BEGAN WITH ME IN LATE-1987,
AND NOW, WO!!!!!!!!!
Holy
fucking throw up, this makes the cunt lapping TRUMAN SHOW movie, look
like a walk in the park eating ice cream and having two gorgeous
babes on each side of you doing major sloppy wet dripping cheek
kissing, crissake, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, these fucking jerk offs
are staring at me and my car as I pull up, no one else is in the
store, it was as if they were totally waiting to treat me like cunt
sucking fuckiGN shit, and THAT IS EXAQCTLY WHAT THEY DID, SOME YOUNG
PUNKY KID AND COW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Goddess sake, McDowell and
Henry School Shooter Semple.
Diana,
without you, I would be an insane wreck far beyond the fuckiGN insane
wreck I already am, thanx to these miserable conscience-less slobs
from fucking hell, sweetie pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You even
followed me over to the Subway Hoagie place out on the island, IWALU
SO, and need your codes to show, my 1983-P.G.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No peeps, not a movie rating, it means (precious girl), from my 1983
COPYRIGHTED MUSICAL SHIT!
Giant
secrets will be coming out about who made this world, what is really
going on, and why I absolutely claim to be the only one who remembers
it. You all know it all as well you know, you just had it all
permanently wiped away with the old 'MCGUIRE
ETTOS'
strobe-light mind-hack!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
long as they go on persecuting me, the evil fucking players on WALL
STREET will endlessly grow and gain wealth, as is all mentioned on
the DARK SHADOWS show of the very start of the seventies, calling
them the cult of the 'LEVIATHANS', and actually are known as the
'LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL PLANE', and this cult was also all about
WALL STREET, so go get the show and watch it. Their fan club will
sell you their entire great show on tape or CD, type in on a Google
search, DARK SHADOWS FAN CLUB, this is all anyone needs to do to know
that all of my claims are absolutely super real and dangerous. I am
dangerous to them at certain times, when it becomes apparent to this
scum bag cult that maybe, just maybe; I may start to turn things
around a bit on this planet of misery and woe.
THIS
IS TOTAL FUCKING WAR.
I took two of my three broken video machines to a repair shop one
town over. It was partly clear and partly sunny and sticky hot and
humid when I left. As I got close to the place, in my rear view
mirror, it had become pitch black. DIANA must have heard me when I
passed the high transmission lines and spoke out my window while
driving, “I
NEED YOU TO WATCH OVER ME LIGHTNING MY ENDLESS LOVE”!
Great
Holy Mother Pavarotti, there is so much to tell. When you play around
in hyperspace, you can find yourself getting into troubles that spill
over to here. This is obviously what happened super hyper ultra time,
back on August 15, 1986. I went to sleep, and spent five months in a
parallel universe, living on mother fuckiGN Ohio Avenue, in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!! Did somebody in the MACY
STACEY GANG just say, “W-----O-----W?????
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Yes
people, my life is one huge fucking endless nightmare hell. Still,
it is in sections as far as how things are progressively growing
worse and worse and worse and worse, through some type of cycle in
time, whatever all of this really really really is, lovely INGRID
from 1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I had two things to do over, and only two, they both would be
musically related, naturally. I never would have gone to New York
City on August 2, 1986 with Dave Roth to his his pals, the group
called, “NEW SHOES”, and I never ever would have techno-popped
my 1983 song called, “Girl, I'll Tell you Anything”. Believe
this, it is fucking ass gospel, YO!
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Oh
Joy, Doctor McCoy, how are the whales, Kirk and daughter,
spoiling her rotten like Dave Thomas spoils her kid, I see!
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Special
just for you, Misses Henderson
and BABE; SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
Arthur Crane; let me crash off to sleep now; and I'll BE BACHHK
Governor Muscles; but don't wait up for me, YO. Holy dam Moly, you
can all count on that; kind sirs!
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and
the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non
registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace,
doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or
control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is
the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want
all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal
life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place,
not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire
millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that
just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I;ll be the
fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just
that!
JULY
17, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 1:08,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100% AND IT FEELS 82; NOT 1982!
DID
SOMEBODY SAY FUCK ME?
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
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. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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