CHAPTER
108
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP)
My
life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers from
Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy mouth
language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.
The
jerk off nabes across from me seem to either be new, or just acting
up. It was them the other night that were partying late and not James
and his peeps as originally suspected. It is them slamming away, and
it is them making all sorts of power tool sounds and noises. I am a
super mother fuckiGN klutz out, just spilling half a glass of water
out in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and it is constant death
angels, klutz attacks, and noise, and bull fucking shit!
Since
I am under such monstrous surreal fucking supernatural outlandish
cunt chewing siege that is totally fucking cunt unrelenting; I am
going to tell something, as a retaliatory strike, that is dangerous
to say, and I need to remind anyone out here that this is not by any
means, an idea to use, nor is it my opinion to pursue any aggressive
or violent act against any laws of any land now or at any time, but
for informational purposes only, is it being written and this
knowledge being given. I think I will skate by on this with this
precursor prologue, as well as the protection from the First
Amendment to the ?united States Constitution. My Spell checker has
been fucking hacked off again, kind Sheriff K.J.M. Sir!!!!
During
World War 2, those who opposed us here in the west and were also
known as the enemy or the powers of the axis, such as Germany,
Japan, and some others of less consequence; had an idea that will be
mentioned, so that you won't think this is my personal idea, since
most think I am a looney bird, and thus, any idea coming from me is
simply nutty and fucking whack. Throughout history, all civilizations
either started out extremely inhuman to 99% of the less fortunate,
known in European circles as the surfs, and in more olden times than
those teen centuries, simply slaves, and no particular color or
anything else was involved. You could be green with fuckiGN purple
polka-dots, and be a slave, or whiter than a dam bunch of shaving
cream! One way or the other however, all evil empires would fall into
history, as I told President W.J. Clinton, in a letter to him, in the
early nineteen-nineties; that I wrote while I resided at Patricia
Meeker's rental home, on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USA. My
point is that either sooner or later, all empires are monstrous and
horrible, all leaders always become absolutely evil and corrupt, and
the 99 percent majority ALWAYS need to eventually rise up and
overthrow, or accept their total slavery and eventual obliteration of
the entire corrupt empire. But after sufficient time passes, it
becomes inevitable I would suppose, that a really smart empire would
come to rise up that would understand this cycle and figure out
possible ways to break it and remain evil and monstrous and keep the
99% of the nobody population down and under their boots, endlessly,
or by their way of thinking, hopefully dam near endlessly! It really
wasn't all that ingenious, but it is a lot like a lightbulb filament.
We can look back decades and decades in hindsight after this was
successfully invented and go gee, what's the big deal? But before
anyone invented it, it took many brains many thousands of hours, all
experimenting and failing, over and over, until finally, the right
shit was discovered after enough trial and error and experimentation
was all so exhaustively done. So it may appear as I go on explaining
just how this present one percent secret covert dictatorship operates
so seemingly smooth and perfectly, keeping their huge population of
slaves all nice and neat and perfectly in line and obedient; to be a
1-2-3 easy idea and concept, remember as with the light-bulb filament
please peeps, this was quite an original new concept an d idea, and
it has worked, and will go on working for decades to come, because
all the screaming Alex Jones and Mark Mohr soap box shouters, aren't
putting any real dent at all into that large majority that we have
put away as a potential great weapon against our horrendous fucking
wealthy owner/oppressors! If you have not guessed that I am about to
say the word “ENTERTAINMENT'',
then why not do yourself a big favor, and just stop reading my blog,
and for that matter, stop reading all of them, as you are not wasting
your time, but you are most fucking definitely wasting your own time,
and that is a dam promise, from me to you, kind person!!!! When
Hitler rose to power, near the beginning of the nightmare, he
said and I am quoting this, and ask your history teachers and
professors, or ask your kids to ask them, but YO, do it, check me out
folks; “Give me Hollywood America, and I will
take over the world in under a year for sure, no bombs dropped at
all”. This is the absolute truth, so
help me in the name of King Akoslem, (The lord Jesus Christ, son of
the Almighty and true GOD)!!!! Now I can print these words,
and I can post up this blog; but I cannot make
you get the powerful seriousness of what is being said,
let alone make a dam solitary soul believe one word you read, YO!!!!
I love my country more than anyone can ever know, or at least what my
country was originally all about. BUTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTTTTTTTTT;
when it is time to tell the truth about things, then it is time!
So
beat
those great Macy drums,
Westchester State College, of either Pennsylvania or New York; as
this is unknown, even to the all
seeing Mountainpen,
shoelaces, Pacific Avenues of Atlantic City, and all Mike McNulty's
of the world, not
withstanding.
Oh and yes, it is time MMCN, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
and SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!
Cut me a big ass break, willya Margie 1985 Leo???? And give my best
to Doctor L&O Skota, and his great movie from 2014.
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING IS OVER.
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We
made Detective Goren look, huh AG, PB?
Sheriff,
whether you were born single or twins, either or, kind sir; I know
you are a good person who wants to do the right thing. This is why I
tell you stuff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
really are huge things and huge secrets. I only wish I was your twin
brother, Sheriff. Then I know we could get together on Thanksgiving
Day, and I could totally prove stuff and blow your mind beyond
anything that you could possibly in a million dam years, believe
right now,sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
nabes across from me have been doing stuff with power tools like
drilling or cutting, as well as hammering, for two or three days now.
I hear it as late as after seven in the evening, so I doubt it is the
maintenance crew, Sheriff, sir. It is very very dam annoying, and was
going on a lot this afternoon, so I decided to blog again.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH-JOJO-WOMO-'HOHOHO',
and all friends of the family, and even Santa, and sofa lifter PH, as
in skin, and my condition;
like symbolic shit ain't for real/e, huh kind Sheriff Mascara, SIR?
Well, you can disagree, but why not read on?
WHEN
I WENT TO MOTHER FUCKING PASTE IN WHAT I NOW HOPEFULLY WILL, SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR; THE
MILITUFORCE FROZE UP MY COMPUTER,
AFTER IT PASTED IN, AND EVEN THOUGH THE BLINKER IN FRONT OF THE LAST
WORD TYPED WAS WORKING AND BLINKING, I
WAS TOTALLY FROZEN OUT, BY THESE MOTHER FUCKING DICK LICKING PIECES
OF PURE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT,
KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
SO YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS HOW THE ENEMY WORKS THEIR PARALLEL EVENT
SHIT WITH ME,
AND THIS HAS GONE ON NOW SIR, SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986;
AND I AM JUST AS GOD DAM SICK OF SAYING THIS THING, AS YOU, OR ANYONE
ELSE OUT HERE, IS OF SEEING AND HEARING IT; YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammer-wads put me through, and then the horrific huge bully-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fish-eyed Esther-fools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds'll have to kill me, and guess what Duncan; America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation; I do not die and stay dead, so LOL; and I do not mean loving on line. U'll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK's upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, 'F U D G Y A'. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior 'blogianity', but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirt-hole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, wouldn't even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of 'STM'!!!!!!
My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horrific siege-hell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ball-club, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and Mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitsapookna, they can only do this 2 a point, and one day when they least think it ever could possibly happen, nuclear B O O M - B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they'll all B caught, and friggin' screwed, and I will be a multi frickin' billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets.
I error'd on a prior-blog, on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996; and that was an Estonian, not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of '70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteemis's special number, numerologically totaling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on 'my space dot com', did that. Anyway, Diana just past dusk, was all over me; and I was all over her. She made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existences throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Baby-blond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easter Sunday, of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably delicious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,"Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana." I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing across the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer's cyberspace, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream.
My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TREYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90's internet expression is still valid and in existence, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465.
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Oh
the gods spank me on my ass should I lie about MORIANITY or the
mighty TAWF. I know what nightmares truly are, and I was all alone
and a young lad of fucking fifteen years, when I woke up scared
shitless, with my bloody washcloth lungs being cut out of my body
after THAT-FAMIKLY shot me, decades before the chemtrails, or Prince,
or 1980, or any of this dam shit, dear cruel cold rotten planet
Earth; ever happened. This is why a few months later, I told you what
I did about the nightmare of the destruction of Haddonfield, New
Jersey, Mister Blackboards David Leigh Smith, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But hey, Bob McDowell, that day you kicked my ass in that arm wrestle
in th elate autumn of 1972, near the gate up neat the Kings Highway,
wow, if you remember that day; please call me, as we will be talking
about a lot more than just football and network and cable television,
old pal!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
Oh
the gods, something super huge is right around the corner, I know it
because I already saw it go down all over hyperspace!!!!!!!! Shutting
up is not always a cure-all for mitigating my great woes, oh
world!!!!
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
Why
not put this on your Mike & Diane show?
And
the danger would be great, and today would be too late, if we put the
letter 'C' back before the letter 'B', or put the letter 'G' back
before the letter 'D'. But Now's the time to make it rhyme, and not
to do so is a crime, the mountaintops are there to climb. Oh yes they
are, wonderful great mighty KING FAMILY, oh yes they are!!!!
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
Cut
me a break Margie and WAYV, YO!!!!!!!!!
Well,
for reasons eternally unknown to me or Hawking or Einstein, or any of
us; I am supposed to take a hose near the boardwalk, and wash
myself
off, even though I will come to my car fully dressed just as I am
right now, JOHN
KING,
and may not even go to the beach.
Here
we go with the mother fucking banging and clanging shit again, from
across from me, SHERIFF, god fucking dam it is this annoying me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk
offs out in this world, think they have so much all figured out, and
don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans. Even why I
talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the
YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who
it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to me,
cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth
cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir!
We'll left things right there, if you remember, and now it is later
on, so we will pick up on shit, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe
a lot of you have figured out some wild shit about me, my mom, her
shipping company, the music industry, the family, all of it, or think
you have. Just like I know some have it all worked out about me
either being totally whack, retaliatory, or doing my legitimate best
to get all the answers that are being kept from me because we all
know that the great wonderful awesome congressman is not the only one
who worries about me telling powerful shit about powerful peeps,
especially my own god dam family. I am on deaths door and will not
last the year, so why would I want to make up all this fuckiGN shit?
Think about that one seriously people, before you come to that fucked
up judgment, please. Then try this one. Study the way people with
mental illness speak over long periods of text such as my blogs. None
of them make sense for too long. I will give you an example. This
example will be in yellow highlight. Here
I am people, Joe Ho, and it is a hot sticky evening in Florida. The
day was pretty much without incident until my nabes from hell struck
me with banging doors, while I was attempting to watch the news on
television. Later things calmed down and I decided to blog. Oh those
wild hamburgers and fries, they really can make the room go dizzy and
purple, along with the day sweats and the freight trains.
Folks, this is what happens to those that suffer from various
psychotic features in the family of schizophrenia. No matter how far
out my stories may seem, my mind is clear, and I am not deluded,
imagining things, hearing or seeing things, and along that line. But
you all go ahead and believe whatever makes you happy, as I know
Patty Hollister stays happy, as does the AT&T peeps from 1983
like Miss Blake and Mister Rambo, told about so often on my now
nearly ten year long blog project, kind folks!!!!!!!!
Lightning
Goddess Diana
Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis;
you are totally beyond white hot!!!
BUTTTTT,
that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the
issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing
those four demo songs, The
Morning Light,
lost
Love,
Love
So High,
and Long
River Blues;
on April 30th
and May 1st
of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing
my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL
Sound Studio Labs,
at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
This
mother fucking angel of death is on my nerves with his constant
fuckiGN buzzing all over me. Take me for fucking crissake, stop
tormenting me, you rotten bastard cock sucker,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 92 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 16.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-87/L-70).
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great people; it was another night of beyond super major
''dreaming'' for me. Holy call ten CALLIO.
This
was a serial dream like the always back in Haddon Hills Apartments
one, and the Ventnor washcloth of all bloody boobies one. This
however kept on going the same night. I would go back into it no
matter how long I would wake up and stay awake, even a full hour.
In a nutshell, I was in a parallel universe where I was being
mistreated and taken advantage of, such as my nightmare fucking
experience with the mighty KINGS up north, and I was up north, and
it all centered around someone I knew who got me a job somewhere,
but he did not care less about me or the job, and wanted only to
have me as his slave, just as Dawn King used me as her total
fucking slave in 2008 and 2009 until I ran away literally with the
clothes on my back one early winter morning, to escape to South
Central Eastern Florida. The experience tied into a job with a man
who owned a trucking business and needed some help with some silly
things that did not make much sense to me, and I was involved in
helping the man who got me this job, to also get there and back,
and some friends of his as well, and it is very complicated.
Horrible shit happened and in this universe, even if I was in good
health and I'm not, I never would have survived it, but over
there, the laws of some of the physics were quite different,
allowing me to survive, and also, telling me that this must be a
very distant part of hyperspace as opposed to more central or even
localized, when the laws of physics are changed.
Also
involved in this, was a movie that had to do with a man who I knew
from Vietnam, and here in this reality, I don't know anyone from
Vietnam. Somehow this connected into this job place and those who
I was involved with, in a large way, but I cannot pull up now,
just what or how or anything more than this.
On
one of the return-trips to this same exact ''dream'', I was
telling th boss who was wearing a red jersey and bright light blue
pants, a heavyset man of average height and about age 40 give or
take a few years; that I got myself involved with some really
horrible shady characters, and needed to just get far away from
all of this. This is when again, he took out a small gismo like a
mini blue ray player and began to project a holographic version in
front of us, that same movie. It began in Hawaii outside of a
hotel that was large in area yet only had two floors in height.
Very bright lights were on, even though the sun was still out but
it was sinking and beginning to darken a little bit. I began to
see a huge connection to this movie being seen and then me being
inside of this interaction, as I began to become aware of the way
these events came together on more than one occasion. A fantastic
red hot blond in her twenties came into the scene and was asking
me suddenly why I thought these friends of mine were being so
cruel and mean to me. When I told her in a very down to earth and
matter of fact way, escatly what was going on, she seemed at first
to be genuinely interested in me and my problems, sort of like
late in 1996 with Steve McGinty. Suddenly she turned on me without
any provocation however, an dshe said to me something along the
lines that I am just a stupid cry-baby, and need to grow up. Then
she broke my car door, as we had been in my car for reasons that
also, I cannot pull up.
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YOU'RE
ABOUT AS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ASS FUNNY, SATAN, YOU ASSHOLE;
AS SHIT ON CUNT CHEWING STEROIDS, YO.
Still, your
sister was gorgeous all over me
the last two days. I love her so very much, Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis
Krassle-Arteemis. Tell her how much I love my wonderful awesome teen
queen energy coil, pweeeeeze! DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB
and gang. That's
what the fucking shit I absolutely DO NOT
NEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Sabrina
Collins and Resorts International Hotel, both have their ideas of
where “IT ALL BEGAN”, 1970 AND 1978, RESPECTIVELY. Me however,
well it never really began any more that it ever will end, right
Mister David Music-boy Gardner and Mister Robinson of Pure City Music
Company in 1997, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
USA-ES-MWG????????????
I
made a big stink in 2012 about my being made stealthfully ill by the
mighty DREAM-EMPOWERED ''THAT-FAMILY'' (TAWF), and showed major
connections that go far fucking beyond natural world shit, that
pertained to this mysterious undiagnosable medical condition, and my
experiences with my LAB-TECH-DAUGHTER. Anyone with an open mind knows
that where there is smoke, there is fire, even though I'll never
prove a tenth of my shit, because Mister shitsapookna-Google smart
machine; I am fighting powerful disgruntled Scott Ransom people, and
have been since I left the Wormhole-Cooley Hall. ALMIGHTY
DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB, AND SHIRLEY CANTDANCE,
are merely part of a much greater whole than anyone including my
great CUZZ can begin to imagine. Still he jumped on that bird of his
back in the early OH-MAROLA-9 autumn, and raced down to his great
powerful PLAZA HOTEL CASINO, as soon as we all got to the room that
he comped ann King with, and along with us, was the one and only
awesome Leticia Tilley!!!!!!!!!!
THE
DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART:
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
SEPTEMBER
22, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 10:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE-------(HIGH-84/LOW-74).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, IT FEELS918 DGFHT.
WIND
IS NE AT 2, GUSTING TO 12.
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!!!!!!!!!!
My
chocking condition as you know came on me suddenly at 10:30 Post
Meridian, the night of 4 June, in 1983, while I was residing in a
rental split level home on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG. Because these mother fuckers insist on legally committing
murder and killing me by taking away my medications, Mizz Bondi,
Attorney General; MAJOR SECRETS WILL ALL COME OUT, FIRST TO THE
DEPARTMENT OF VITAL STATISTICS, THEN I AM HEADING TO THE NYU BEFORE
THEY CAN KILL ME, AND BRING A LOT OF PROOF
OF WHAT COUSIN DONALD SUSPECTED ABOUT ME ALL ALONG, THAT I WAS, AND
AM, A TRAVELER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what your wonderful Project Bluebook has been covering up since it
shut down operations in December of 1969,
at the exact time contact was made directly with me
by
the Almighty Goddess of this universe and beyond,
the
GREAT SARAH JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
©
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Yes,
I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday, and
with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking no laws,
and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have been on since July
of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL 'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME SINCE THE DEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO
PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO BEGIN WITH; DOCTOR
FRANK ADDIEGO OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY
(WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the
doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath you all
took”, you would have needed to be there to witness the major
hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world owners trying to
covertly destroy and kill anyone such as myself who knows all about
them or way too much about shit in their opinion; basically, it is
torment and torture and borrowed mother fucking time until the end,
and when the end comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as
triple shit, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
Tahren-tee it too;
and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this cunt
chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George sir????
I
knew, as
soon as that fucking (ON AN DON AN DON SHIT) struck me;
that I was gonna' start getting cunt eating fucking messed with;
Mister
McDowell of 1972
Cooley-Wormhole
Hall, Foolio Coolio Callio Ripoffio!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
These
mother fucking dope addict nabes from hell, are in and out even at 4
in the morning; yet I am the one who cannot get his medicine that is
needed for my survival on this planet, and I am the accused drug
addict. Let me cunt chewing tell you all something. The way my doctor
treated me was monstrous, and he had zero provocation to do this to
me. The only answer to all these things that happen is
exploratronics. When you have an enemy like I do, the ESS; and some
of you have some smaller degrees of this and it is all why your lives
are fucked to hell as well for those of you that this message may
pertain to; but with me, it is on a totally unfathomably higher
stronger level, and is why I being 3 feet tall and not 6 feet tall,
at age 12 or whatever, I would have reasons to be sitting around
thinking about popping Vitamin-C tablets, and not the kid who is 6
feet. If you have an anywhere near normal fuckiGN cunt life, then you
would be nuts in the dam head, to be sitting around wondering and
worrying about all of the fuckiGN bullshit that Morianity an Mark
Wayne Mohr is all about. On the other hand, to quote Jim burr from
the late seventies; if all I wanted to do was think about and talk
about baseball and football and B ball and sex and normal shit; I
would be more sick and more dangerous than any of you could possibly
dare to imagine. Anyone who can deny what is going on around them, is
not in touch with their fuckiGN reality, and it doesn't matter how
many sike docks tell you this is not so, as I will tell them to go
fuck their sweet old moms, any fuckiGN time of the day or the night,
Doctor fucking Schorr.
Ever
since August 15, 1986, the
parallel of,
ME
UP,
and the DOW
JONES DOWN,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB UP,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN;
as well
as the exact
opposite of this parallel-event with these four items,
being, ME
DOWN,
and the DOW
JONES UP,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB DOWN,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB UP.
You can translate UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows:
DOWN=LOSING,
and UP=WINNING.
The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning,
unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not
part of the lesson today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YIP,
YIP, AND YIP, OH THE GODS; that great show, ''The Mentalist'', and
the episode where Rigsby gets into that fistfight with his father; is
so major; that I would not touch shit like this, when I am all down
and totally weak, to quote David Roth regarding those nightmare
fuckiGN ass Callio's back in 1997, not with a ninety three light year
long stick, DUDES and DUDDESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
sure miss that dam commercial on the Lowes Department store, with my
miniature Stacey that kicked the washing machine and they played a
similar tune to my 1969 ''Burn With Fire''. SHEEEEEEEEIT, bring back
the good old days, and turn those Lenny Briscoe dials, YO!!!!!! And
get a new suit, Jack McCoy. AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.
In
1980, there was a farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, right,
Mister Smith? Well, it had changed, from china and chains and shit
like this, into a garden type apartment system, but it is the energy
of the area that was in my wild dreams in 1970 that were told to my
teacher, David Leigh Smith, regarding the destruction of Haddonfield,
New Jersey, and end of life as I knew it as me as well, all in some
short time to follow, and coincidences like this, Mister Yogi
Baseball Berra, are just way too mother fucking coincidental to be
coincidences, am I correctly quoting you, kind sir????????????? I
should have stayed away from the shore, but then, I
made some lovely Melanie Safka lookalike
BURN
WITH FIRE
LIKE A SOUL IN HELL, and brought her more desire than she could ever
tell.
Is this disinformation or powerful hidden secret truth, CUZZ DONNIE
BOY?????????
You
have no idea how bad I wanna' say some really fuckiGN powerful shit.
But it is all the real powerful unheard as of yet stuff, kind people
out here; that will all come out, before these dirty bastards will
succeed in choking me to death. Also, I am hiring an injury attorney
and am going to sue a lot of people who have made my life hell for a
very mother fuckiGN long ass time, know this, please, oh great
Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank
you for reading Morianity kind people. Hay,
I may be a crazy lunatic,
I merely can prove to you mathematically, what the odds are, that
this is not what is true, verses what I feel is true; and I would
gladly at any time be willing, if I could trust the fuckiGN source of
it; to have all of these things tested mathematically, and in any dam
laboratory scientifically!!!!! Any time, any place, Donna Summer; all
Donna Summers, even you Jason Forrest Rip-Off!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go
ahead, write my name across the sky, and I will stay away from the
shore, and if I do, their will be the hugest change in this exact new
dimension from that other 1969, that would be conceivable by any
group of extremely intelligent human beings! I already had a huge
math professor at any Ivy League university, tell me that I had
invented a brand new mathematical discipline, back in 1991 over in
Philadelphia. So I know I am not crazy, every bit as much as most of
you think that I am. Hay, ain't America fucking great, ladies and
gentlemen???
So
am I right Joe Twist, and Dawn-Marie King?
All I am going to say for now, is that this was a different situation
with the meeting of this family or ''CONTACT'' exploratronically with
the ESS, and the later experiences of both very late in 1971 while in
David Leigh Smith's ''Blackboard-Zenkiss'' class. The ESS was working
the very same way all the way back as far as you want to take all of
this, people. In 1970 during my 19 day stay at the shore, after Ziggy
was threatened and then told me to ''GO HOME'', I was isolated. To
this day, no matter what I try to do to make or to keep any kind of
friend, or social anything; the enemy destroys it like fucking cunt
lapping clock work every single time, in ways that equal or surpass
Power-Ball Lottery Jackpot Winners and their odds to win that huge
jackpot. Hay. All I'm saying is that if you can believe these 9 years
of my story, that I am just the nut with some wild huge imagination,
first , I need to thank you for the unbelievably large compliment.
Hollywood would hire me in a flash if this was the truth, can't you
folks see that? They are there to make their fucking billions and
billions and billions. Even if they hate my living mother fuckiGN
cunt guts to total shit cubed; they would hire me if they thought
that I had this incredible imagination. I do not, and they of all
people, know that I do not. I am merely telling all of the world who
are willing to listen to me; that this IS
MY TRUE NIGHTMARE STORY FROM THE GATES OF THE 50TH CIRCLE OF
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I am going to relax with a movie and some ice cream. Those wild
DREAMS FROM HELL totally wore me out, YO BRO!!!!!!!!
Does
anyone need further illustrations or guidance, as to why I told about
entertainment being used, to keep the cycle of people revolting
against oppression? In case some do, I will be quick and deadly
descriptive about this for you. Crissake people, all most of you care
about is talent shows and movies and music and the entertainment
bizz, and on top of that, you're all so caught up with the lowest
scum of the Earth, or 100 years ago that is what my ancestors called
ENTERTAINERS. My Great aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin to this day is
known by the owners of Hollywood, and was a very talented and well
known reader of plays, which almost a century back in time, was as
big a deal as your newest action movies or the best digital blue ray
or whatever players you all buy to view this garbage on. Hollywood
says jump and you all scream out, “How
high”
in competition to see who out there on Hollywood Boulevard hears you
fist and wants to put you in their newest stupid ass talent show!
This is true power, abnd y fuckiGN asshole cousin knows all this only
too well. Just ask big hair Don, he won't bother lying about it,
he'll give it to anyone of you straight up, and it maybe the only
thing he will ever give to you, but he will give it to you on that
count, IPYT!
With
the billionaires, and the Hollywood mind and society
shaping/controllers, all teaming up; as they did many decades ago,
and the AXIS POWERS ALL KNEW THIS WELL, after Mister Hitler figured
these details totally out; he knew that the little peons would be
under the control of all of this, and literally beg for this garbage
to be fed to them, off the scraps of these poisonous and serpent's
venomous tables from hell. But go on stupid dummy sheeple out there;
you laugh, and call people like Alex Jones and me nuts and cukes all
you want to. Maybe it will make you feel real cozy and great, deep
down inside. What a rotten trade off though. Be a slave and actually
believe you're enjoying it. You're literally mother fuckiGN making
passionate love to your captors and jailors and MASTERS for the sake
of fucking god almighty, YO!!!! DUMB-DUMB-DUMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for me, I am just so glad that I will never be Clueless Poolroy-95,
or any of his dam pals.
MAJOR HACKING IS SCREWING WITH ME, FCC.
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