MORIANITY
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BOB MCDOWELL, I JUST STARTED THIS MOTHER FUCKING BLOG, AND THE MOTHER
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RELEASE-CLICKED THE CUNT CHEWING MILF HUFFING BASTARD MOUSE, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
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There
is a lot to discuss. This is not the mother fucking world I used
to live fucking in. I had two video machines repaired, or thought
I did, and it will be right back to the repair shop on Monday.
But before I got home and turned one of them on to test it and it
went bad again; I was walking like that other cunt lapping
fucking time, after leaving a Burger King with some fries and
burgers, and the bag just broke from under me, spilling all the
fucking fries out onto a dirty parking lot and even two of the
four burgers needed to be washed off with water and reheated in
the cunt sniffing microwave oven. The repair shop will have to
make good as I have their ticket guaranteeing the wo work, and
the fries were the only actual loss, a dollar eighty, I can
mother fucking live and survive with that. I heated up some
instant cunt chewing mashed potatoes to compensate for the loss.
Still, this was as every cock sucking fucking day uis now this
year, another super mother fucking jit swallowing SUPER BOTBAR
DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Long storry short folks I am
planning my mother fucking suicide, as I cannot defeat
EXPLORATRONIC MOTHER HUMPING ATTACKS, DECADE AFTER DECADE AFTER
DECADE, AND IT WIOLO NEVER EVER ERVER NEVER FUCKING STOP SO LONG
AS I AM MARK WAYNE CUNT CHEWING MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Exploratronics
is everything. It is like the energy world where POWER is
everything. In the world of reality, this is the all in
everything, and no one is the wiser. The best kept fucking secret
in the multiverse. Still, there are things that I can and will
say and tell. First, not one thing just happens, and when you get
fully enlightened, you will see the utter horror of all of this,
despite the great James Redfield, famous book author and father
of the NEW AGE, in some circles; and his opinion of how wild and
great this all is. It isn't. It takes the fun away from life on
my level of all of this because nothing and I mean nothing is
outside of this puppeteer bullshit. This fucking stupid ass
machine sucks. Hacking is beyond mother fucking unbelievable,
Mizz Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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All
the people involved in my life and making it hell, are only a tiny
bit aware that I even exist. Despite the apparent major coincidences
in so many things seen and observed all over the place, year in and
year out for 40+ years now; it is an illusion. You see a giant 50
foot wave of water coming towards you and never know what actually is
about to kill you while you stand helplessly on the fucking beach. It
is not water, it is energy. The powerful illusion is invisible to
humanity. Energy moves from one water droplet into another one,
throughout the entire wave, be it a ripple four inches high or a
monster fifty foot tsunami. Energy quite similar to this, moves the
entire system of exploratronics. When I decide to really get into
this, it will probably lead to my murder, cleverly, and they will get
away with it, because even though a group of the mentioned enemies
throughout these blogs will indeed seem to be involved, we all know
it is mostly not them from here, but their doubles from other
parallel universes. If Morianity has failed to teach at least this
much so far, it is beyond a total mother fucking pitiful failure,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
first day of 2008 summer, like WOW, YO DARIUS, it is 080808, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE
COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8,
Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.
Another
SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
E
N D --- T R A N S M I S S I O N:
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is just one example that we live in a multiverse of countless
parallel universes, and that the only explanation to what my life has
suffered through, is the REALITY-TRIANGLE,
AKA (DREAMS-HYPERSPACE-EXPLORATRONS)!!!!!!!!!!!
As
cosmologists go on exploring the first minute of (creation) to get
all the answers; Morianity knows all along that there is no first few
minutes. There are no last few minutes. There are no minutes, and
the Higgs Boson Particle and all the rest of their nonsense is kids
throwing sand at each other in a fucking playground.
I
had a very good talk with my Resident Manager yesterday, Friday,
before leaving the place to head over to the repair shop, which if I
am lucky, successfully repaired one of two machines, as I have not
yet tested the other unit. It only goes bad when it heats up, with
both of these units; and that takes a couple of fucking hours. We got
into a lot of powerful shit. I am convinced that hyperspace doubles
have future technology to pull off a lot of this. I used to wonder
seriously with little room for doubt, and now, I merely have zero
doubt, and don't fucking wonder one tiny bit. When only one possible
thing can explain why a wall is crashing down on me for six solid
mother fucking decades no matter how hard I TRY TO GET OUT OF THIS
ONE; and cannot; then, well, TO QUOTE MY DAUGHTER AT TWO OR THREE, US
© OFFICE, “I KNOW”. Awesome!
There
is a lot more than just the ENWOGA
of the GREAT JULIA WHITE INDIAN SPIRIT who roamed America before any
of us ever got here and screwed shit all up royally. Taking the first
two letters of the three syllables of that Native American sounding
word, it stands for ENTERTAINMENT-WORLD-GAME, and it is a game, but
only powerful future sleeping doppelgangers, literally
dream-controlling inside of these waking peeps here in my world; have
a clue why this is all bein g played, or that it all is a sideband
reality of the fave game of the GREAT GODDESS HERSELF, SSJKK, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
is the ENWOGA? The only one alive who knows in his true waking form
right now and always, is my distant dirt bag cuzz, THE
DONALD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what you did in Cheltenham,
and I know what you did in other places, as there are no secrets kept
forever from me. I am totally enlightened; and nothing anywhere
exists that I cannot find the truth out about, N—O—T—H—I—N—G!!!!!!!!!
So fuck you MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKER!!!
EVERY
MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER BOTBAR
HERE
WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WHEN WE THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER, STEVIE KNICKS, HONEY CAKES; YOU'VE GOT
ME RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING FOR COVER; FROM 1976, THROUGH
THE MORONI FLEETWOOD CADILLAC SYSTEMS, OF ALL AND ANY TRAVELERS
VEHICLES; YO YO YO YO!!!!
JULY
19, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 3:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
100%, FEELS 82, NOT, U-KNOW!
HACK-HACK-HACK,
FCC, BOB MCDOWELL!!!!
Folks,
and Gina from jail, here is the flying DOW for right now,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, resulting in my persecution over the past 30 years.
Go ahead world, insist I am a nut. I'm in great company, as the
general population considered many of the greats of yesterday from
Louis Pasture to Albert Einstein, Edison to Vangough, to be nut cases
and total shit heads in their current day societies.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE again, GINA. Call me if you ever need anything
from me, you are not BOO.
THE
DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WILL BE UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP
FOREVER AND FOREVER; JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY GIANT LOVE FROM THE
NINETIES!!!!!!!!!!!
RECORD
HIGHS, RECORD HIGHS, AS TOLD!
NOBODY
BELIEVES THAT MY LIFE IS CONTROLLING THIS STOCK MARKET, AND NOT
THE WORLD SITUATION, AS SHOULD BE
THE COCK SUCKING CASE. THE WORLD IS FALLING APART AND GOING TO
DOGTOWN IN TRIPLICATE HAND BASKETS, AND YET UP UP UP UP UP UP SHE
FUCKING CUNT ENDLESSLY RELENTLESSLY GOES, TELL ME, JUST TELL ME
FOLKS. AM I GODDESS DAM FUCKING RIGHT, OR AM I WROOOOOOOONG? AND IF
YOU SHOW ME I AM WROOOOOOOONG; WOW, THEN I WILL
EAT A BOTTLE OF SHAMPOO, AND I WILL GO
BACK TO 1980 AND
DO IT THERE, AND THAT IS A PROMISE, MISTER GANDHI AND MISTER
FOREMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers,
and other mockers of the great 1971 era McNulty Club of Exton,
Pennsylvania, YO; sup everybody, YO? GOD
WILL GET ME FOR THIS, LADY
FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND,
WOW, SO IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS???
Holy
mother fucking super skunk sweat; I am a lot more than rattle snake
mad at this fucking situation I find myself in, ladies and gentlemen.
This is like the fourth Astral round-up in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a
DOGTOWN SENTENCE is guaranteed. Well my god dam fuckiGN mother said
it all, “this is Earth, not heaven”. Here we only get strike
three and then we are up shits fucking creek of brown hands
Non-Jeffersonian
Battle-Creek Branded
great old television shows of yesteryear. On Astral or Plank
realities, it is strike 4, you get that extra chance, right old pal
of my mom's back in 1963 in Philadelphia, Sir John McDowell.
Yes
Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little
human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of
Planet Earth, but
not in control
of a whole lot else, mahm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief.
Blare those video games at me,
brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been trapped in this one
for a long long long time, lovely Ingrid.
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT
LAPPING 2 DAY FOR ME!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
I
have no time to get into shit, but this weekend, be fucking prepared,
sir Jack McCoy, I'm moving forward, SIR!!!!!! The Milituforce has
been warned.
This
entire fucking universe sucks my ass at light speed squared,
along
with bumper sticker Camden boys who just are trying hard to be them,
and letting all of the local ho's and bitches know it; that night,
back in fucking late 1987.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I opened my door, three chairs were right next to my door, right to
the right towards the entrance to the stairwell, three regular normal
chairs, right in the hallway. Even Resident Manager thought this to
be quite strange, and they were removed, and she is making sure that
local authorities are watching me carefully to ensure my safety, and
that is all I am safe to tell and say, YO! There was absolutely no
reason in this fuckiGN world for three chairs to be outside in the
hall, right next to my cunt chewing fucking door. But there they
were, and even she was quite flabbergasted when she tuned into the
video monitor zoom and saw this. They have been removed, Sheriff
Mascara, but really, 3, as in three cubed, the “That';s my special
number little boy, number 27” dream given to me in early 1984,
where I was standing at a roulette table at the Golden Nugget Casino
of Atlantic City, Nerw Jersey, no longer there, and called the Hilton
today, same building, different owners and names. SSDD, Same Shit,
Different Disaster. It's all the same mother fuckiGN shit folks, if
you realize it and admit it all to yourself, and stop blocking
blackboards and guys named SMITH, and farms and fields and automotive
graveyards that all seem to lay along the rail line of the Eleanor
Central, of the great City of New Orleans, huh Guthrie family of the
early Jacobson Exploratronic seventies? 27, give me a break, no
exploratronics and I am just a sike case, all deluded and sick and
fuckiGN crazy. Yeah right, sure I fucking am, you fucking asshole
yoyo's!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
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