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CHAPTER 121
HELL IS FIXED
IN STONE AND FIRE
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT
The Weather Bug
alerted me again. They are a really great tool and service. I do
enjoy them so much!
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I attended the
PHA meeting, scheduled for 11:00 this morning, here at the Terrace
Park; at 601 Avenue B, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol, milky
Way Galaxy and enjoyed it, and also; accomplished some things.
Ten minutes or less into
the trading session on good old Wall Street, came the hammering
again. Yesterday it was both hammering and drilling. Now as for the
upstairs total kuke-job nabe; why she has become the resurrected
fuckiGN ghost of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey's Highview Apartments
Mizz Asshole Rose Jacobey; I'll never know. Maybe my cuzz, or my
daughter, or some of their friends, have paid this crazy ass off, to
keep screwing with me, and maybe not; as who can ever mother fuckiGN
know; oh great breath echos of 1988 Copyright Office Examiners, and
all murders of hopefully not all my children, but just mere soap
TV-shows instead????????????? JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE 4-CRISSAKE!
Now as for the buzz-saw
thing; I came to find out that a few empty apartments, are being
refitted, with new cabinets, and indeed; this is why I am hearing so
much drilling/buzz-sawing, whatever-RAW, old 1975 pal, and any and
all gorgeous angels, also potentially involved. As for Christmas
trees; we're not even going here, or to Cooley Hall; huh old
palamine, Mister FCC-McDowell?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Well,
I just want to let you know, Sheriff sir, that I do indeed appreciate
any looking after, you have recently been able to do for me. My life
ain't easy, and I am in eternal hell, and I know it, not that you or
anyone else alive will ever ever ever ever believe me about that.
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The
enemies managed, on top of so much other bullshit, to totally fuck up
my view of the super moon last night. They don't miss a trick.
Sheriff sir; watch their wonderful great powerful stock market take
off like a rocket, and don't say you all did not hear this first on
Morianity!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mike 1971 MCNULTY. WEEEEEEEEEE THAT.
Well
indeed, my pal the Prince talks about the parents being asked why
everybody has a bomb. His STM meant a chemtrail of course, but we all
get the idea back in both 1980 and in 1999. And then it looks like
sixteen years even after that to make the following words a real/e
powerful reality: ''Keisha isn't the only one to get me real
gouuuuuuuud''. Yes folks, the lovely Helen Zebriski can be directly
quoted here. But also, to quote the Cali zip code high school queen,
Brenda Shannon Kickacar, from the hyperspace-Walmart store, in
Hammonton, New Jersey; “McGuire and Krassle's brother, aren't the
only two lovely persons on Planet Earth, who love to make your life a
miserable nightmare living hell, 24-7-365.2422; Mister
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, good old Walmart Store,
and all voice-mails, the world over, huh AT&T? You could tell so
many things, og great corporation, in my favor. I hope you tyop dogs
there sleep real dam real at night. You probably all do, and much
better than I ever will now, with all my dam fucking anti-anxiety
meds cut off for life, in this horrible evil sick demented land of
laugh laugh laugh freedom and prosperity for all. Yeah, for all the
RIGHT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 121
Now
I know that most who read these blogs remembers this little PIP crap,
from nine days ago, as re-printed and shown below:
Now
for the reason that I am writing this blog, on Monday
morning, 21 September, 2015,
folks! I went to sleep and crashed off the physical plane world
around half past midnight or so. I was with my Goddess Diana in our
Akoslem City condo, and we had a great time, without me needing to be
all X-rated and getting super ass specific about stuff, kind peeps,
YO! After I ran out of energy however, I fell back to sleep in her
powerful gorgeous arms, and instead of landing here where my body is
resting in a bed; I ended up in another parallel reality to here, and
in the year of approximately 2065.
Well,
Long Story Short (LSS), people; something even huger happened. I
should have known that it would, when I am suddenly out of the dam
blue, bombarded with HIE, about my old last jobsite AKA Cifaloglio,
back up in Jersey; as well as Paula King, our older daughter, and
various homes of my numerous buttwipe relatives. Ever since the end
of 2014 or very early into this present year, kind folks out here;
something wild happened, after several months to a year of hooking up
some new electronic gismos in a certain way, here in my PHA
apartment. Suddenly Diana was able to communicate with me directly
and even better than in the days of my 'Privecode'
IMM Inter-Digital device.
Now what you need to understand, great peeps, is thisssssssssss; to
quote Snake
loving Susan Erica Lucia,
back in 1983; speaking
of all my children,
breath
echos, copyrights, and other ever so lovely oz curtains, oz wizards,
and on and on we all know I could go here; my
GAP and wonderful Blogaud!!!!!!!!
I happened to look over at the 'special coding machine', that
lightning uses, in ''her
world''
the purgatory,
in Province Olympia Proper, where her great Arteemis branch of this
Almighty Krassle family resides; and I notm only noticed it, but
remembered that I was tranced out in a controlled interaction,
whereby if I made a strong enough ''mental note'', so to speak, to
myself; that I would remember what followed next, as well as remember
the new machine that I witnessed in Diana's Code Cabin. This new
machine, just as her old one did with the Inter-Digital Privecode
device, interacted with my new stuff that I recently put together, in
hopes of better communication. This is totally blowing my god dam
tiny little mind to all get out hell, Cuban cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is more than doing a Mark Wayne Mohr/Russel Thaxton 1969, to
Richard Marcucci and his mighty mind. Only a small handful of this
planet's population, has a tiny clue to the full meaning of that
little coded message!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
Mister Macy,
and a dam 'pass to Shapiro' please; all
my HTHS
former classmates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yes
Patty-Paula
T3E;
your entire family knows how to work the great Fascitar,
or else; how
could you all have sent me so many powerful dreams?
Charles Tate and I, indeed have been whisked off to the future, seen
ball game results, and even miniaturized printers, that can make
people, as well as everything else that they could ever need or want
to posses. It really is time now, Mister Mighty
Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-D
laser-printers become very small, such as the size of maybe three
times that of a watch that we wear on our wrists. if anyone ever saw
a broken watch where kids like to take them apart to tinker with the
pieces, just picture something that would look similar to this three
times bigger normal sized watch, and broken so that you see into the
guts of it. All things, people, all conceivable things, are all made
by these miniaturized systems. With these, even my daughter Pee, and
her internet invention, is used. There is no 'one of us'. As long as
a machine can scan our atomic makeup, and then instead of
disintegrating us, literally converting us into a digital pattern,
and then rebuffing that exact same order of zeros and ones; then the
copy that leaves the send terminal computer, can be fully vaporized
painlessly, and the recreated us, is a perfect copy; and we are not
in any way harmed or changed. It is as if we were Star Trek
transported. This world was so incredible and real, and people had
almost overnight become totally accustomed to this incredible
technology. When I awoke into this world later on, I felt like
Charles Delaware Tate, speaking to Charity Trask, or really Pansy
Faye who was in the body of Charity Trask, courtesy of Count Petofi
who had taken over the body of Quentin Collins, on that fantastically
entertaining and super beyond marvelous terrific television show of
the sixties, Dark Shadows. After Petofi had Tate do that I-Ching from
early 1898, up to middle late 1969, and he came back from the trance;
he said to Pansy in the body of Charity, in the great Drawing Room of
the Colinwood Estate, and I quote him only without his way cool way
of emphasizing it as he spoke the words, “I've seen the future,
I've seen the future”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
have no idea of just how I felt like Mister Tate,
when I awoke from this really super hyper time wild experience,
ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
121
Would
it not be wonderful to just be a fan without a lifetime of
unfathomable shit attached to it all?
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You
have no idea of just how I felt like Mister Tate but then alas; what
would I do without Bruce Pennock showing me how
to slowly create and build my
Keyboards
From Petahell????????
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TRANSMISSION.
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