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WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER FINAL, NUMBER 00014














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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3







WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

CHAPTER 00014


















Now comes the fun part. I will tell you who GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT. Who else, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. It takes no genius to see this. That's why the last chapter of this book is this one, and the following book is called, ''ESS, IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG''. But let us finish now this final fourteenth chapter in this blog that leads up to where I will be going from here, good people.


For the record, here comes my first hack, the good old MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB POPPED AND POOPED ON AS I BEGAN THIS PARAGRAPH, WEEEEEEEEE, LIFE'S A BEACH, FOLKS, LIKE FRIKKIN' WOW! To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, again, that Microsucks Light-Bulb-Hack will pop on, the second I begin the actual blog information, Life never decreases in its amazement, but then, there is little real pleasure to be derived until one is slightly more enlightened than the average sheep amongst us, WO Billy H.










JULY 27, 2014,
SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AT 5:05,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 95%, FEELING 87.

YOU AND YOUR DIRT BAG TWIN CUZZ MAKE ME VIOLENTLY ILL TO MY BUTS, HENSTENCH BALL-RAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST'VE BEEN ONE HELL OF A MOVIE DEAL WHEN YOU GUYS SCREWED MY POOR MOM AND ME BACK IN 1996, YA' CRUMBS.












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!



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 all over again.



Just because a lot of fucking zeros, preceded the chapter numbers of this blog-book, I suppose many thought that this would continue for a year of chapters. I knew it would be fourteen chapters long or there about within a few. I like throwing off the MILITUFORCE, and unfortunately, this forces me to very sincerely apologize to my non-M2F viewers, few they may perhaps be; that I need to employ such tactics, but be assured please folks, I really do need to.











Morianity is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I swear this under my United States citizenship, my liberties and freedom of a non incarserated citizen with full post majority age rights, and under my Almighty Goddess Jupiter, also known as (AKA) SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE-KRASSLE, that all of these words in Morianity other than for that one lie that was needed to temporarily save my sanity from total decay into magot-land, is all the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the dam truth, so help me, and YES, SO HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heavens above and Dogtown below, Mizz Bondi, HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You missed me, dirtbag JANE WITCHBITCH!


Well, you must have in 1993 or why do that horrible thing to me, along with hubby billionaire scum sucking Teddy Turner????????????









Oh WOW, people, my life is not just a nightmare, but nightmares all go to college to learn from it, how to be better and more skilled nightmares.


SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; I see you are diligently working away with your mighty secret group. Why not concentrate just a little bit of your energy however, on the mighty THAT FAMILY, that has very dirty hands, many of them anyway, like the girl who almost ran us down that day at the Walmart Shopping Center of Washington Township in Southern New Jersey, sometime in 1994? You know it was shortly after this incident happened, old pal, that the secret press came out with all the truths of how they were ESS members, only they used slightly different words, yet same the same thing. Still, getting rid of bodies that live in our universe, means these interdimensional explorers cannot use them to invade and take over and do stuff to us that remains unprovable forever. They shouldn't be that much more difficult targets than tires, if you get my hard hitting drift, Art ol' buddy, WEEEEEE!















Art old pal, I have learned quite a lot about the nameless and quite deadly adversaries that we have picked up for unknown reasons along life's journey; but I do know you can set them up, they have human feelings and emotions and will indeed react emotionally if properly trapped, and many other tid bits here and there, I have learned about this wild and evil twisted dirt bag MILI-2-FORCE. Also, I 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.



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''. Art my pal, these blogs have all gone on and on and on about all this stuff, just waiting for the exact perfect person, to stumble onto it someday, Kernanfully. This also can mean, ''hopefully'' with a little help from my 1971 rat ass school mate from Exton Pennsylvania, don't hate, she loves me Mike, yes, good old sir a dollar three eighty an hour printers wage, wow, sounds great, McNulty until you think about the con job. WHATTTTT did you say to me mother fucking horse shitter Jim Gettsinger? Another WOW please, Mister Mackey & Mister Macy. TANKS. Blacks in the 1983 military, cunt me a break two years later Margie fuckiung Leo, honey-cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Well, this weekend was fucking hell in the nabe, my MORIANS. But I knew it would be, as when the first three days are bad, you know, fucking cunt chewing Monday through dam ass Wednesday, so is most of Friday and most of the fucking cock licking weekend, BRAHHHHHH!!!!



Oh yes, kind viewers, when it comes to the fifth dimension, fucking screw lovely Marilyn McCoo, not that I goddess dam wouldn't of course, but the other pants-on-screw to quote the great late David Roth; and when it comes to how this fifth dimensional reality and how it all fits snuggly together in perfectly fitted pieces of cosmic absolute dots (CADS) AKA SEDS-Signal Energy Dots; I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.


No one is knocking anything here, and that was never the intention of anything in and about the Morianity Religion, I promise you all. Still, illusions and mirages do indeed show that peeps can be misquoted, misunderstood, and blamed for things not done. Yes there are plenty of folks walking the streets that belong put away for lifetimes into jail. But also, there are tons of mother fuckers, like me, always blamed for what was done by others and not us; and we get sent to prison, on quite a few occasions, and that is the dam ass truth, Captain Spockwhales and mizz Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.



Yes, doors and yelling and bullshit is all over the place this weekend, but Sunday, today, was better than the past two days, and they think this will calm me down and I won't go crying on Debbie's shoulder, our resident manager of this building, come tomorrow, but they are all so totally hair shampoo 1980 ''WROOOOOOOOOONG''!!!!




I have an excellent memory, Patrick Jane, and Carrie whatever your name is. I don't watch things that I know will just mess with my fucking head, and done intentionally by me enemy network scummy peeps!!!!!!!!! I know the most dangerous of all cults, and it ain't Jim Lemonade Jones or David Koresh or Heavens Gate, but more along another gate, and clean hands or not, Judge Judy my friend, the TAWF-CULT. Oh the gods, what is it all about Althea?


General Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 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.










Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.


















OH THE GODS, THIS IS SO FUCKING BAD THAT WORDS CAN NEVER BE GOD DAM INVENTED TOTELL A SMALL PORTION OF IT ALL. 1000 GREAT JAMES PATTERSON AUTHORS WOULD FALL FLAT ON THEIR ASSES AS WELL. CERTAIN THINGS JUST CANNOT BE DONE. YOU WILL NOT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND BE SUPERMAN, NOT ONE CHANCE IN ONE TIMES TEN TO THE MILLIONTH POWER AND THAT RAISED TO THE BILLIONTH. THERE ARE TWO THINGS IN STATISTICS, LONG OUT PROBABILITIES AND NEVER PROBABILITIES. WE'LL BE DIVING DEEPLY INTO ALL OF THIS SOON, LOVELY VIQUEEN MARILOO!!!!






In rapping up, if they would let me tell what happened to me from age two through age 60, nearly seven hundred mother fucking miserable months of beyond surreal unexplainable fucking HELL ON EARTH; there would be little left of the way society is today, come nine of the clock tomorrow, eastern time. Doubt that, and become quintessential asshole of forever, and the club will indeed award you the title, and hand you the mountain sized dunce cap to affix eternally to the top of your marvelous wonderful skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!













Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll 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. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!





>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.



Folks, I am tired, and need to relax with some fucking TV and dinner, so I am going to sign off of this blog soon. I will be taking some really big ass bites out of many things next week, and if I have to go to court, or do whatever I have to do, they are not going to fuck me out of being able to have my video machines. Everyone has a right to a video fucking cunt lapping machine, even cursed fucking HUNTINGTON'S have a right to video machines!!!!







This life is one huge pain in my royal fucking ass, Naval Officer Daddy, paper changes and cover-ups all notwithstanding from here to Einstein, to Windstein, to Cooley Hall Wormholes, to secret Speedships, hypnosis clinics, island buzzers, and Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant robberies from the middle nineties. I for one, old pal Art Crane, have had it with this OTAMM fucking bbbbbbbbullshit, Ttttttom Reale!!!!



HERE SHARKEY SHARKEY SHARKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These scum are really hacking the old mouse, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission. What else is new however, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over a year now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!! We can get together any time we want to, even before we can do it physically. WOW that one, my old pal, Mister Baptista. The mind realm holds all possible things. Nothing is or falls outside of its great almighty fucking perview.







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THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!





The time was back in 1984, and things 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?



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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!




























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