WOW WHAT A MISERABLE MOTHER
FUCKING LIFE I AM FORCED TO ENDLESSLY ENDURE. MY NOISY NABES ARE NOT
TOO BAD, BUT IT IS HALLWAY SHIT ALL DAY SINCE LATE MORNING, IT WENT
UP TO 92 AND FELT MID HUNDREDISH, AND NOW HAS COOLED TO 89, FEELING
FUCKING 99, WITH A 66% RH. PEOPLE SUCK, THE WORLD SUCKS, BOTH
MACHINES WERE NOT CORRECTLY REPAIRED, AND I LEFT A MESSAGE THIS
MORNING THAT I WOULD BE BRINGING THEM BACK ON MONDAY TO THE SHOT,
WHETHER ANYONE IS DARKER THAN ANYONE ELSE OR NOT, AND WHETHER IT BE
THE SIXTIES OR THE TWENTY TEEN FUCKING YEARS FOR CRISSAKE.
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FUCKING
CUNT MOUSE HACKING IS STARTING FUCKING UP, MISTER MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION.
MORE
FUCKING COMPUTER HACKING, BOB MCDOWELL,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SATAN
GOT A FUCKING DIRT BAG SUPER ASS KICK OUT OF SOMETHING THAT THIS SICK
PRICK MOTHER FUCKER DID TO ME IN 1973 WHEN I TRIED TO BUY A PHONO
RECORD OF TONY ORLANDO AND ANOTHER DAWN, CALLED, ''TIE A YELLOW
RIBBON'', A REMAKE OF AN OLDER SONG, AND SHADES OF FUTURE NIGHTMARES
EVEN WORSE THAN THIS MONSTER FUCKING ASS DAY I AM NOW GOING TO REMIND
MY VIEWERS ABOUT. I TOOK IT HOME AND THE RECORD SKIPPED AND WAS NO
GOOD. I TOOK IT BACK TO THE SHOP AND IT WAS FINE. I GOT ANOTHER
RECORD, SAME SONG, JUST ANOTHER PHONOGRAPH RECORD ON A 45 RPM DISC,
POPULAR IN THOSE GOLDEN DAYS; AND NO MATTER WHAT I DID, IT SKIPPED AT
THIS EXACT SPOT AT MY APARTMENT IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USA, BUT AT
THE STORE, IT DID NOT SKIP AND PLAYED JUST CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING
PERFECTLY. THIS WENT ON ALL AFTERNOON, AND I LIVED OVER A MILE FROM
THIS SHOPPING MALL AND DID NOT HAVE A CAR YET, AND YES, THAT WAS A
MAJOR FUCKIGN TYPO A FEW BLOGS AGO ABOUT TAKING MY CAR ANYWHERE IN
THE EARLY SEVENTIES, I WAS 15, NO LICENSE, NO CAR, BUT I SUPPOSE YOU
FIGURED OUT ALREADY THAT THAT WAS A PRIOR-BLOG-HACK-or ERROR (PBHE)
FOR SHORT.
MORIANITTY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
WHO
GIVES A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING
CHAPTER
00005
Another place you
might have seen these spotted dogs was in the two Disney movies.
The first one, 101 Dalmatians,was animated, and it came out
in 1961. It was based on a 1956 novel by Dodie Smith. The second
movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in 1996, and it had real
dogs and actors in it, including Glenn Close as Cruella De Vil. I
only mention Glenn Close because she is one of Mom's favorite
actors.
CRUEL DEVIL,
CLEVER WALTER, YO, come on back, you coward!!!!!!!!!
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT
ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU
AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS
EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM
CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also
the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different
windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive
quite naturally, many varying and different views.
The
originally posted up 2007 website of
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
is and has been down a long time, and was only up for two years, as
it cost a few bucks, and I do not have a few bucks to spare. On this,
was lots of text information about how I reside in eternity as a
large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed
me and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN, she placed many
black spots all over my body and allowed me to speak in words, and
gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the
word for polka dot, and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots
and splotches all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah
Krassle, there, and even here in the mortal realm, so long as she
permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER and HER
wonderful GREAT CITY. I know my ex business partner is hooked up
somehow with this, maybe without any conscious recollection, as he
wrote a song in the late last century or maybe the very start of this
one, and the music was used almost note for note by that movie this
other blogger refers to, CDV. I called Paul ten years ago or more and
tried to reach Sally Starr, our mutual friend, but she wanted no more
to do with me and made it quite clear, what exactly I ever did to her
I do not know, just more famous folks that endlessly love to distance
themselves from loser-me, and leave me in a trail of worthless dust.
Still, Paul-Joe, if you made some money on this, I am very happy for
you. If you really did not, I would contact Disney peeps and I will
witness for you that I heard this song and used to have your tape
before the great family got all my stuff forever away from me, YO.
Yes folks, the true origin of this breed has both a heavenly and an
Earthly story. You'll find my story here in Morianity's many long
teachings. As I said, the web-page is now long gone due to lack of
funds. Kate and I ran out of money, BMI and ASCAP, I know you heard
my tape I sent you! Play dead all you want to, I know what goes down.
DEATH FUCKING SIEGE, LIGHTBULB HACK SHIT AND ONLY ONE STICKY SHEET, PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, I HAVE TO REMEMBER EVERY SECOND NOT TO MOTHER FUCKIGN LOOK OVER OR I AM DEAD FUCKING TURD CHEWING ASS MEAT AT LIGHT MOTHER FUCKING SPEED SQUARED!!!!
>>>>>>>MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
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Pee,
my love, what did I ever do? I am not JOE TWIST. I watched this dude
literally wipe the life of MISS Dawn-Marie King out, and tear it
apart at the speed of freaking ass light cubed. This evil shit Joe
Twist, messed up more than one life, it wiped my life out as well,
but this has nothing to do, or does it, with what Diana was trying to
do after the initial time passed where she introduced herself to me
from 1983 through about 1991 somewhere, and then after eight lonely
sad years of tears and Highview cheers and Christy's beers, came her
telling me about her wonderful younger cousin, Stacey. Then from
there, things literally went thermonuclear in and at quantitative
patterns and velocities.
I
spend ninety mother fucking dollars, drive twenty round trip miles,
and neither fucking cunt video machine was properly repaired. This is
the new and great world that all of your great wonderful United
States President's get up on podiums and spew out hot air about how
times in this great country are getting better. If any of you truly
believe that as I don't think any of you are stupid men, not one tiny
little bit, but if you do, it is quintessential rose coloring. Notice
I did not say glasses, you must have a set of thick magnified purple
goggles on 24-7-365!!!!!!!!!!! Now I admit I am HUNTINGTON CURSED. I
drop the same food and the same type bag collapses on me, at the very
same place that my earlier blogs told about, back a while ago, after
returning home from picking up my machines that were not fixed at
all, at the repair shop. The only thing fixed was 90 dollars out of
my bank for absolutely fucking cunt nothing at all but
bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
riddance, APRIL LEE. You treated me like a fucking dog, and now you
will be nothing but dust in my path, right along with Dawn. Go throw
a table at somebody, YO. Still, we can highlight the third and fourth
word in this paragraph, and retype in anything from A through Z, it
won't matter one tiny mother fucking bit. That is what scares the
living mother fuckiGN shit out of me at light speed cubed and Cuban,
Lottery-Dad from Camden, New Jersey, without any fucking cunt lapping
bumper stickers for the HO's and the BITCHES! Where has 1987
disappeared to? YOU CALL THIS NORMAL????????????????? YOU CALL THIS
BETTER TIMES, MISTER PRESIDENTS?????
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