SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 01-08-2015
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Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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LUNA/DIANA,
IWALYU, gorgeous blond girl.
The
absolute oxymoron of the universe is this. I dared to make one blog
for two topics, thinking it would blend in a real cool way and catch
real fire. I was in error, but the plan was to combine my real
nightmare life, with the teachings of powerful shit called Morianity.
I must realize that more peeps are like Mizz Terry Egghead from the
Southeast Jersey Harbors, than like me. If I had done this
originally, I might also have a count in the millions, as many
bloggers do who blog consistently for more than five years. Oh well,
say LEVY, in or out of the great nation of France. W—O—W that
Lightbulb Macy!!!!!!!! Hay, at least it is a pretty yellow color,
like Lightning's hair, out on the Astral Plane. How's that for
finding the positives in this life, my lovely Twinbay from late
twenty-O-eight?
HAY
GOOD FOLKS, SHARKEY SAYS,
I
REALLY HOPE
YOU ENJOY
READING THIS
CHAPTER
CALLED
'SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG OF
JANUARY 8, 2015'.
THIS
IS AFTER MORIANITY
PROECT, SAFE JOURNAL. PLEASE
HAVE A VERY
NICE DAY,
LADS AND LASSIES!
Something
bizarre is going on here, I cannot find myself, where am I?
You
have all the answers, © Office???
A
lost man asked God, where in heaven are the answers? As we all know,
God never sins, and thus never curses and swears. So God answered
back, “Oh Jesus, what shall we tell this poor lost soul”? The man
interrupts right about there and repeated the question more
emphatically, “Jesus, where in heaven are the answers? The heavens
rumbled and finally the inquisitive man heard, “Oh God, what shall
we tell this poor soul”? Then the lost man said in a meek voice, “I
thought you didn't sin or swear, but you swore twice, and are yet to
answer my plight and query”. Then a pause of silence was followed
by, “Son of dust oh man that thou art, first we made a man and
shortly thereafter wanted something more pleasing to the eye, so we
did maketh woman. Then we saw our mistake, and ran the heavenly
faucets full blast, at an astral cost of one dollar per person. We
spenteth all of the heavens treasure, but we ran eight dollars short,
before the water company cut us off. And ye darest to asketh your
moronic question of us, son of dust?
JANUARY
8, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 2:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 54 DEGREES FNHT.
WINDS
ARE STEADY AT 8, HUMIDITY IS 64%.
Why
does my star keep shining bright
All
through the coldest darkest night?
For
that matter, why is Sarah Krassle such a lover of games?
Well
kind viewers, that is like asking why one word follows another word,
as you read anything from this blog to a newspaper to directions on a
can of baby food. I do know that late in 1996, she wanted me to play
a game with her called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS. I also came to
learn that the two words that seem to be similar, are a play on
words, and both also have the three letters of ESS in them, as in
GODDESS and LORDESS and ESS as in Exploratronic Supermind Society.
But why do Astral-Plane forces play games? The answer is to distract
themselves from ever focusing on a very hellish reality, that we all
simply exist, and time is just illusion. As we pass through normal
time, time itself exists as a line-dimension, and even if it is short
like a second, or long like 90 trillion years, the depth of that
line's length is without limit. In other words, place a car on a road
only a mile long, but make that mile a big perfect circle. You can
drive forever and ever and ever. Scientists talk about how the
universe will die out someday. I am sure it has a length in time, but
it has no limit of depth and cosmos endlessly shuffles around over
and over again inside of that fixed line, well, almost endlessly and
here is where it gets nightmarish. After all eternity, it has to
eventually repeat and lock itself into an endless closed curve of
repeating infinity, hence, be it a year or a decillion years, to
those trapped inside, it is eternity. Games keep the gods from
literally going fucking nuts from existing in eternity. We humans in
hyperspace, ARE THE GODS, when the gods are dreaming down into here,
using us to dream through and experience the great late late show
twice, first by being the show as us, and then by watching it in
their realm as more great entertainment. However you look at it,
Lieutenant Commander Star Trek Jordy comes to mind, with his idea, or
somebody's, ''of H-E-L-L''!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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