MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
CHAPTER
00009
JULY
23, 2013,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 11:33
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
96%,FEELING 88 AS IN 8-8-88
AND
ELEVEN ELEVEN ELEVEN, HUH DEEZY?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If,
and I doubt it seriously, the great illustrious Howard Solomon from
RPL Studio, is still among the land of the living; I hope you slept
real, after I left your house late in 1984. WOW did you treat me like
mother fucking dogshit; but I'll say one thing for you. You taught
me lots of fuckiGN shit about sound engineering, and the assholes
with all their computer technology three decades later into the now;
cannot do what you could do, and I went on from there in secret; with
my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL INVENTION.
If that had been used instead of that rotten shit over at Bonjovi's
place two years ago, things would have been HERO-STYLE. Still, I keep
stuff locked away, and only play the version that the © Office has,
if in my car, or even in here despite wearing my headphones, as I
know I am always being heard, no matter what I ever do or say or
listen to, by someone, or something, right cap? WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
To
function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a
totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to
know this, simply don't, but it takes a lot of money and flowing
readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created
for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the
MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983 when the DJIA
for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the
three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would
take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts of a
very long mother fucking tale, and believe me people, not a fucking
fish tale!!!!
Ever
since I began trading in the commodities markets in 1979, in the
metals to be more specific; I knew some huge world owner force was
playing games. I always understood basic odds and statistics, and
anyone who does, knows that when things suddenly are not rational and
normal, the proof is in a deviation in numerical patterns that make
the reality around one absolutely not a possibility by any standards
applied with logic. If you wake up one day ladies and gentlemen, and
someone yells, “THREE BLUE DOGS UP YOUR
ASS”, out a car window at you, you can think a lot of
normal things, one being, 'wow, there goes a nut job'. But when you
get to your job and someone there does the same thing, and when you
go out to eat lunch at a local snack stand, the stand owner also does
it, and then it happens on the way home by a homeless person standing
at a corner where a red light just forced your car to a stop; well,
at this point, to think that you have just had anything other than a
total unnatural experience and met several nut cases all who just
said this same weird thing to you by sheer fuckiGN random, this
means, and I'll say it to anyone of your faces, viewers, “YOU'RE
THE NUT JOB”, and if you think about this, I know you'll agree with
me. I don't think nut jobs are reading me.
My
entire life is a 24-7-365 situation, just like this, and no one will
believe me, or even allow me to prove it to you. Now, I don't even
believe in aliens and UFO bullshit, but try and go to AREA
FIFTY-ONE, and make trouble, and you will see your life also
begin to evolve along the lines of what I have just discussed. John
Henningsen's “It's just that simple” works perfectly right about
here, good folks, YO!
Now
at 10 this morning, my nabes annoyed me and woke me, and then again
around one in the afternoon, a super ear piercing fire alarm woke me
a second time. Take a look at how the stock market was at low points
at these two times, and how the MILITUFORCE needed to compensate by
persecuting me, and sure enough, the fuckiGN markets turn right
around and go up. They may be down on the day, but if this was not
happening, these markets would be around
3000 today, not over fucking
17,000. ALL OF THIS HAS NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO, BABY;
WITH WORLD SITUATIONS. It is just a huge and evil twisted fucking
game, played with me; by the mother fucking sicko EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY from future universes, all over the
goddess dam fifth dimensional hyperspace.
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!
Even
though it was down, it should have been down and would have
been down by as much as 80 more points. You can see how at both 10
and 1, they shot it up by using the WACO, TEXAS
BRANCH DAVIDIAN CULT NOISE ASSAULT on me, as they use this
tactic on all their enemies they choose to pick on, it is a huge war
tool of these sick United States Demigod Power-monger Capitalist
PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE HAD TO ENDURE AND SUFFER
THIS SHIT AT THE HANDS OF THESE MOTHER FUCKIGN DIRT BAGS FOR NEARLY
THREE CUNT CHEWING SDECADES NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!
NOW
I NEED TO USE SOME FILLER LINES, TO GET ME PAST MISS JANE SLEAZE
DISEASE WITCH BITCH AND HER FUCKING CLOCK-ONES-1993 BASEBALL ATTACK,
THE DIRTY WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
Recently,
some really smart Einstein asked me, “Mountainpen, how does mind
shit make saucers, how does all the stuff you claim work its way into
the material word if it is all an
advanced sleep workshop”?
I am quoting here, word for word. I promised to answer here on this
exact date, and so I shall now, and without Kal, or late nineties
fears and tears, right © Office Examiners????????????????????
The
goddess dam ass mouse fucking hacking, has started up now; Mister
McDowell; Federal Communications Commission, sir, and old buddy from
1972 COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL!!!!!!!!!
If
future times in alternate universes dream into our present living
folks while awake, and can take them over, they can build anything,
and do anything. Does this even begin to go ring ring ring kaching;
World Banks?
Does
this need some huge lengthy explanation, am I stupid or what, hay if
it's me, comment, what are you all, mute?
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit war tools to be
applied against those like me who have gotten onto them, just watch
any of the fuckiGN television documentaries. Just because my shit is
somewhat ahead of what they now understand, they will be where I am
in a few decades, perhaps even less. I was they all were 40 years
ago, so you do the milf dreaming math, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this
(doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever
could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM situation.
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969
at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh
lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like that's ever
going to happen, SHEEEEEEIT.
THANK
YOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy almost all of
yesterday. You are beyond hot and awesome,
baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET
ME TAKE A NICE BITE OUT OF SOMETHING HERE,
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
to
quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle
somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back to
this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from NASA-CULT,
or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from these
Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy
Spaceplatforms?
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? The only difference between 1980 and 2014 is
awareness to HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK
that one away, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of
slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the
universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of
magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess (SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a
shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals. WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. Well, you can stay here in this dream as
present-you as long as you want, and if any of my viewers were real
and not agents, one would by now say, tell us the secret Mountainpen,
as what is the downside to trying to prove me wrong, and by staying
silent, you are endlessly again, Clarence Harris, just proving me
eternally correct. I know for a fuckiGN fact that nobody out here
wants to die the way that I do, and wanting to die stops it, just as
wanting to live forever, stops that too, but try not to tax your
minds great people, just to hear words from Moron Mountainpen,
SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!
So
does this any or all of this shit fit into the 42,000 dollar car
repair hyperspace experience of earlier in the year; and if so; just
exactly how? Well, I'll tell you, so keep your dumb ass looking
suspenders on there, Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I
PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed; I will tie this
all neatly together; and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on
the top; WHEN I AM GOOD AND FUCKING READY, TEE-HEE-HEE, LILLY ASS
MUNSTER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3>>>>>
ON
THE ASTRAL-PLANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES. IN HYPERSPACE, I
AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS, THAT I AM A
ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A PERSECUTED POOR OLD
DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG, THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE
ILL, WITH ONE OF UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE
SICK DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I
AM NO HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!!All
of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately mother
fucking hard to please people, and get along. All I get for my
trouble is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation, yet
I knew by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was real,
and Jim Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of this,
that day on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful comments
and statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote Gabby from
MC's great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I on the
other hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my miner
years, or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember? Oh well,
in or out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I wrote a
song very late in the year, that was copyrighted early in 1987, and
was titled as the full project, “You Call That Music?”, I admit
to using a little humor about miners and minors, not that all the
gold in the dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for sexual
abuse, and especially repeated abuse victims, am I right lovely
Detective Olivia Benson, and partner Detective Elliot Stabler? And
now I ask, does does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'',
Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?
HOLY
CALLIO-1997!!!!!!!!
SUP SABRINA COLLINS?
WHERE
DID IT ALL REALLY BEGIN, RESORTS HOTEL?
MORE
SCARED TO LOSE MONEY OR YOUR GREAT LIFE, CUZ?
501
years ago, Mister Christopher Blum, Florida was born, as we know it,
not the land, but who wants to own any of that except
for fucking Oprah and the Donald?
Still and all, ''like who gives a shit''? Crissake, gimme' a break
already, 1983 Copyright Office Examiners,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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