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ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
30
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
{{{{((((MISCHIEF
NIGHT DAY, OH SIR THOMAS HATMAKER OF
WESTMONT, IN 1965!))))}}}}
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
OCTOBER 30, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 3:7
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MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
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TWO
STRAIGHT MORNINGS ARE NOISY AGAIN, IN THIS MISERABLE FUCKING PLACE
WHERE I MUST LIVE, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN KEPT POOR AND OPPRESSED ALL MY
CUNT LAPPING LIFE, NO MATTER HOW GODDAMN HARD I EVER HAVE TRIED TO
LIFT MYSELF OUT OF FILTHY ROTTEN POVERTY IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE; OH
GREAT SENATOR DAMN SANDERS,KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!
The only step below where I now must live here in this horrendous
nightmare PUBLIC
HOUSING
BUILDING of good ol' Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG,
would
be underneath a bridge somewhere with the cock sucking bums who would
slit
my throat the second I fell asleep!
This
cunt chewing ILLEGAL SLUTBAG ABOVE ME,
according to the old resident manager, is just another ILLEGAL
GUEST WHO VIOLATES THE RULES, AND
STAYS OVERNIGHT WITH SOME OLD FUCKING WORTHLESS FART; AND
SHE MAKES ALL THIS RACKET WITH HER CONSTANT MOVING AND THROWING
AROUND OF MOTHER FUCKING FURNITURE, AND SHE IS ALSO NOISY
IN THE CUNT EATING KITCHEN AS WELL. The
regular residents are not that bad, it is always, as was
yesterday again, with these ILLEGAL BASTARD ASS COUSINS ACROSS FROM
ME, WHO I WAS ALSO TOLD, ARE IN VIOLATION OF RULES AND LAWS, as they
were barred from coming here to this building, and yet, Fort Pierce
Police, THEY DO, and they won't ever stop doing it either. Yet all my
life, if I spit on the DAMN sidewalk, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, I
would do a Monopoly Game, and “GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, WITHOUT
PASSING GO OR COLLECTING MOTHER FUCKING $200”.
Now
it is high time to temporarily go around the
greatest points and subjects of Morianity that make it what it
is in fact; and move onto a side tangent for a
short while. That is to say, move
away from all this 'DAMN' 'hyperspace' discussion
throughout all of these blogs of nearly fourteen years now, so as
soon as I post up ANOTHER MAGNESONIC
COUNTERSTRIKE ON THESE NABE-ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN, I will
continue on with this discussion, me' kind Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs,
and Lab-Techs out here, and any other AATS or NON-AATS BLOGAUDIANS,
yo me' great BRAHHHHHHHHHH'S and SIS'SSSSSSSS, and without any of
lovely awesome Mizz Susan Lucci's 1983
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-NAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEE!!!!
Well
the great latengrate Mizz Aretha Franklin would tell us all so nicely
in her fantastic music for many years, that she felt the Earth move
under her feet. If this shit being done to me is not punished
eventually by some absolute force of omnipotent power, then this
entire thing as the Mountainpen has claimed all mother fucking along,
yo, IS JUST A HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS GAME, THE GREAT GASME GAME OF THE
COINS AND THE COILS OF THE INCONCEIVABLE PURGATORY. THIS HAS BEEN MY
CLAIM NOW SINCE I BEGAN THESE BLOGS NEARLY 14 YEARS BACK, AND I
WANTED VERLY VELY VELY NON-BOB MCDOWELL BADLY, TO HAVE BEEN CUNT
LAPPING PROVEN MOTHER FUCKING WRONG, ONLY IT SEEMS LOVELY MISS FINCH
AND AWESOME AT&T MISS BLAKE, THAT I WAS 'NAUT'! If I a incorrect
in any of this, then feel fucking ass free t show me the errors of
me' ways maitees, but do it intelligently, and Notfondauonebit Jane,
but do it in better ways than making fun of the Tellosians or the
poor bastard who no longer is able to come to this lovely Patty
Ouchbite Building, of all great DRY THROATS, EVERYWHERE! TANKS FOLKS,
and big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B-O-O-M” YO!
Tricky-teet-teet,
oh wonderful PURGATORY! Yes folks, I HEAR BACKHOE-BEEPS in my pussy
huffing sleep and 'dreams' (Hyperspace Travels) to be more
accurate!!!! Now the ILLEGAL FUCKING COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME ARE
STARTING UP FOR THE DAY AT 10:12, AFTER HOURS OF EARLY
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING FURNITURE DOGSHIT ABOVE ME. For the past
two days it HAS BEEN UNITS 608 ACROSS FROM ME &
707 ABOVE ME. Still when we include the usually more noisy
nabes next door to me, we get that unmistakable mother fucking
NUCLEAR TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)
GROUPATION, or (THREE SURROUNDING DIRTBAG PRICK NABES), in other
words, yo! Yes folks, the entire thing is not happening physically,
but rather in a realm where things exist exactly the same way only
they are all multiplied by the square of the constant, or put in very
elementary and parochially verbiage, yo, multiplied by the speed of
light times the speed of light. Dividing that reality by C-SQ
therefore means, that our true existence becomes localized in human
consciousness. It is said that our entire body, and that includes
what is above our necks; is maybe at best worth a little over a
dollar to medical science. My point is that the
magic of it all, are the ELECTRONS that activate this wild magical
fucking brain-goo (gray-matter), and without these electrons, as any
Neuro-Surgeon will tell us, racing all around this weird stinky goo,
“WE ARE DEAD”. If you doubt me, go to that great fantastic
“L&O” Television show, and the episode where an illegal organ
harvest was performed by a crooked Neuro-Surgeon with a
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GOD-COMPLEX, and hear how he told the ADA “When a
Neuro-Surgeon says you're dead, YOU'RE DEAD”! Guess who just mother
fucking reared her totally ugly head again at me, folks? Yessir, good
ol' miserable witch-bitch JF the Sleazeweedsdisease on steroids. I
must now of course compensate wit my groupation of lovely FIVE 55555
NUMBERS, so here they goddessdamn are, me' gwate folks:
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DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
AND WITHOUT ANY GREAT SIXTIES BANDS WHATSOEVER. OH
THESE ANNOYING MOTHER FUCKING ILLEGAL COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME.
HOW SOME FOLKS AROUND HERE REMAIN ENDLESSLY
AND ILLEGALLY PRIVELAGED, WHILE OTHERS SUCH AS ME, DARE
NOT EVEN EVER EXPECTORATE ON LOCAL SIDEWALKS, WITHOUT FEAR
OF GOING DIRECTLY TO THE ROCK ROAD
MASCARA HOTEL, AKA THE
LOCAL COUNTY JAIL,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST TWO DAYS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29th
AND 30th,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT
#608 AND UNIT
#707, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG
THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM,
I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING
REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS
PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist
bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and
rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black
colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY
of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Same
Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from
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When you open your eyes
underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown???????
“Nope-nope-nope-nope”, Jimmy Stewart,
yo!
Well, I did drown in 1995,
in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland
Avenue.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace;
trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo;
I
will never totally know.
So
let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger
blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great
ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn
blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the
way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's
other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze
'stop'
reading this blog
right
now, great folks!
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The
reason that you all are surrounded by physical life is because the
electrons running around in your human-brain are bringing this
illusion to you, just as if you went to the movies and the
dude or duddess upstairs in the projection room are doing the same
thing,bringing the illusion to you that life is going on on a truly
empty screen in front of you. When you reach out to touch any
so-called solid object around you, ever, all you are truly feeling is
an invisible electromagnetic field. That is what is 'solid' and not
the so-called illusionary objects. When a giant wall of water takes a
surfer for a joyful ride at the beach, it is not the water, but the
invisible energy that is moving through that water, one molecule to
another one, The same thing with a great wind from even a twister or
a hurricane. Invisible energy is being transferred from one air
molecule into another one. The air is not moving, and the water is
not moving, no matter how your senses insist that this is not the
case. It may look like it is a real wall of moving water or a huge
twisting debris field in a tornado. It is not however. It is always
just ENERGY, the world of the invisible. This is what Einsteins great
formula was truly all about, and the joke was on him all along. He
never ever concentrated on the inversion of that formula. The energy
of your beingness is all that is real, and your dreams off of this
endless purgatory are just that, DREAMS. To say that everything is a
worthless delusion would not therefore be an inaccurate statement.
When the GASME'S are injected into the mix
however, it does tend to spice it up just a wee fucking bit, don't
you think?
I
have been screwed with by machines under the PAWM-PIE
weaponry-tool of OTAMM-SCUM
for nearly three solid decades on this really bad high level, and
done of this shit is one bit new to me, in fact it's getting very
mother fucking ancient and beyond annoying cubed. Recently since
2008, it has been computer hacking, but take those lovely Harry
Callas digits of that year and invert them and ''up it by one
century'', Doctor Sagan, and we can get things such as, ''Lenny
Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's, illegal telephone tape recorder''?
Go ahead, tell me how I am incorrect here, and we can do a remake
commercial and get a new young girl with long hair all filled with
shampoo, going, ''WROOOOOOOOOONG''.
I
am really at my mother fucking wits end of cosmically being in daily
situations where I may as well have a group of folks dressed like mob
enforcers in polo jerseys walking up to me; each one giving me that
''you're dead meat'' kind of eye contact, while striking their fists
into their hands; and might as well all be singing in a harmonized
choir, all perfectly pitched; the lyric: “Try
getting out of this one”
if you get me' drift here, me maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz 'Bondi'?
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
'Stay
Connected'
?????????????????????????????????????
Not
that long ago, kind peeps out here; this machine-magic
of our present age and time,
would literally get you hung as a witch, and then even more recently
when I was growing up, if anyone any where had ever told me
seriously, that things like the internet and all these
wild 'linking'
magic tricks and social-media,
and
all of it,
were really real AND EXISTING SOMEDAY IN MY OWN LIFETIME; I
would have punched them over and over again, until they had fallen
down in lots of fucking pain,
for daring to insult my intelligence to that kind of a degree, yo yo
yo yo yo yo, and yet, HERE WE ALL ARE TODAY AS WE APPRACH MONTH
NUMBER ELEVEN OF TWO THOUSAND AND NINETEEN YEARS OF THE COMMON ERA!
WOW to THAT, Mizz lovely WINFREY, and yes girl, I am down to 199
MOTHER FUCKING POUNDS, and still DROPPING IT OFF GIRL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555Somebody
is mad at me; Jane Waterbuckets!
10302019-1100-22
MY
COMPUTER CRASHED AT 11 AM, KJM!
I
AM EXPERIENCING A WHOLE LOT MORE OF THIS GODDAMN ASS MAJOR
FUCKING HACKING
TRYING TO GET THIS INTO MY BLOG, AGAIN, MISTER BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND BUDDY! SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies, and broken promises; right my wonderful black
birds, all over everywhere, watching over me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!
Making
it through July 4 is one thing. There still is the weekend, then the
soon to come twelfth, and the eighteenth; anniversary dates straight
from HELL itself; pertaining to the mighty WASHCLOTH CLAN. Now, am I
correct about all of this, Jenny Washburn, and David Cuzzcleanhands
of Smithtown, NY-USA?????
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE; thank you for taking such great care of me. Still,
Dawn and Ann have me kidnapped in that universe; and
I managed to dream-flash away
a couple hours ago; but it was horrible! I
suppose this family will have me trapped with them forever,
fifth dimensionally. There is just no dam escape. The lightbulb won't
ever ever ever come on; will it my wonderful awesome daughter,
PEE??????????????
MY
OLDER DAUGHTER IS HACKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME, AND THIS IS
EVERY BIT AS BAD AS 2008 AFTER CHASE TOLD HER THAT I HAD PURCHASED
HER MUSIC PROJECTS, AND AFTER I LOADED IN THE COMPUTER ONE JUST FOR
FUN. SHE SOMEHOW KNEW I WOULD DO THIS, AND EVER SINCE, IT IS AS IF
SHE JUST LIVES TO DO THIS TO ME! Y JIMMY Y, Y IS SHE DOING ALL OF
THIS TO ME; JIMMY DINERSECRETS FROM FREAKING ASS HELL???????????
I NEED YOUR HELP MY WONDERFUL PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE, and maybe this is you playing with me, no one would believe this, I only typed PEE one time, then after that, the margin of the document altered, then the color went to bright white, and I just now changed it back.
Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!
PEE, I am going
to try something huge. I am taking a deck of playing cards, and I
want you to tell me as I place them down now, if you are here inside
of this computer as a T3E, which numbers you wish me to be aware of.
The joker cards and the royal cards are removed, and all that's left
is the ace through ten cards of the four suits. Man if this works,
this is gonna' be so way cooler than any high powered cassette decks
and amps that ran on twice the electrical power for beyond RIAA
quality standards that even today's best digital electronics cannot
yet accomplish. Even shit like remaining
transistorized parts on the mother board,
bypassed
by higher heat yet still used to make the system function, way back
in late 1980 somewhere at a New Jersey apartment living room on early
afternoons, before leaving for job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studios. Now, if you are inside this machine, write down or memorize
the 40 cards. OK, I have shown all 40 cards to the machine. I now am
going to begin some writing that the hacks can be used to show me
numbers from one through forty of this deck of cards. Let me go on
with the blog and see if indeed, my wonderful PEE can do something
here, as I feel she is now inside my computer, asleep from her
parallel universes of course, where she is just as much tangible and
physical as I am right now, here.
Now
when I wanted to change color on the pasted in other font a short
while back, it did not work on the first try, and the mouse kept
losing the highlight, as many times it does over and over, but this
hack made it work on try number two, so I am going to see what card
number 2 in in the deck, and this deck will not be altered, and thus
will throughout this experiment, always have the same card, such as
card one will always be 2-H. Card two will always be 3-S. Letters
mean H-HEART, S-SPADE, C-CLUB, D-DIAMOND. Now this second card is a
three of spades in the cycle of this deck. If I can communicate with
this hack using this, and find it to be PEE,
or MERRY,
I will of course keep experimenting. This might just be the
revelation of the decade for me, but I am not going to get my hopes
up anywhere near yet, lads and lassies. I want so badly to have some
contact with my daughters, and yet, I don't trust either one of them
very much, as they seem to think a lot of stuff is funny, that is not
at all funny, especially MY. I would really hope this to be a new
communicative tool, but it
reminds me too much of MC's sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She and
Sarah Karge know only too well, they share too many things for me not
to believe what I do, bulldozers and Bolivar Hotel heat all just one
part of this very nasty business, am I right; Estelle Anderson
Imlandingnow Bassler; of Ormond Beach, North Florida?
SO
W—O—W,
MISTER
MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane Himacane, if you're remotely interested, the Atlantic
County Prosecutor's Office is most likely not going to return my
legally paid for Morianity-Foundation website disc, and am awaiting
to hear from them still, as I speak-type. Nothing changes, ever since
the super hyper time huge change that went down, just because I fell
asleep with an earache in 1986 after coming back from a trip into the
Pine Barrens of New Jersey one late night, with my pal, David Charles
Roth, and nothing was ever the same. I believe that OLD TESTAMENT
MORIANITY has a quote regarding this, so I will paste it in right
here. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever
has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning
of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
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- Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States
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
awareness
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I
have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to
Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
When
I tried to repair a red squiggly line on Mizz Moody's web-page with
all those 'magical links', huh lovely P.H., the fucking CUM-PUKE-HER
crashed. WOW THAT! Where are the 'garden hoses', John and Merry?
AND
THIS IS NOT JUDGE JUDY'S PLAYPEN, IT IS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3,
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk yukking, all that you wish to; WEEEEE!!!
JULY
5, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 9:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
GOING
TO 91 AND WILL FEEL CENTURY+MARK AGAIN.
79%
HUMIDITY, FEELS 99 DEGREES ON HEAT INDEX, YUK CHUCK.
Nothing
I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at
least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what
anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for now.
Ever
notice how timeless Morianity is, and ever wonder what other fucking
ANITY
appears to also be? In any event, I know that I fucking have, lads
and lassies, YO!
I
used to notice that if I said much more than hello, how are you, in
blogs, to PP, he was god dam ready to come down here to my place and
to quote him 100% on a voice mail in twenty-twelve, “kick my
fucking ass”. I can't know is shit is pissing off peeps, if they
sit there and don't tell me. Then again, just what's the fucking
rational explanation for my telling a very tear jerking sad ass story
such as my last blog from New Jersey, and some crumb on the
UNEXPLAINED
MYSTERIES BLOGGER WEBSITE,
comments back to me a very mean FUCK ME comment? I think it was on
the day that I first saw that fucking comment around summer time in
twenty-ten, that I totally fuckiGN knew this world was worthless,
ignorant, and beyond any hope of repair. I do not believe in aliens
or any life out in outer space. But if there was any, why in the name
of the fuckiGN gods would they wish to set foot on this mucous filled
pile of horse crap? Think about it dead fuckiGN seriously, good
people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to make me LOBO-2, wonderful
daughter, AHA! I see my (FUCKIGN-HACK) is back, FCC, Bob McDowell!
I
hope my hyperspace pal the great Ice Tea doesn't kick my little ass
for saying this, but I have learned throughout me' tiny fragile and
frail whittle insignificant life, that not all things can be solved
by shooting out employer office windows, and this leads me to what I
said on these days as per the above CAPPED-IN time and date posting.
I said that if things don't change, the streets will resemble Rikers
Island of NYC, and I was pretty damn accurate. The upstairs cunt
lapping furniture assholes are at it again, so I can only wish that
they were getting that wild incredible punch that he gave that
under-cuv dude who slugged lovely Rollins in the gut at that NYC
gasoline station, and no, not at a POWER TEST GASOLINE STATION, but
still, WOW what a punch, yo!!! Too bad we are not good buds here in
this part of the hyperspace. Still, last night I was visited by lots
of nasty insects whom I have sent back to the Purgatory recently, and
they were biting me and cursing at me. The only thing missing,and
thank the damn gods for it, was TEA'S mighty GUT PUNCH. AGAIN, WOW.
Even gorgeous Keisha from 1999 would have to be somewhat impressed,
and this lovely giant AA teen fractured my right arm in one
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful pounding. You could hear my bone
fracturing a half a mile down the courtyard at once was the
Finnesteere Apartments where in 1975, I walked through and cussed out
our wonderful LORD, King Akoslem, for allowing me to be assaulted in
where else, but good ol' ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG.
Gee Wiligars people!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that fucking cunt
trustworthy (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW AGAIN!
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TRANsferred and END
TRANSMISSION.
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10:45
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
MORNING
29
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
TUESDAY,
OCTOBER 29, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 2:7
N.M.
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WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS THAT IT IS 12 NOON
ON THE MOON.
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This
morning is very fucking noisy here at this rotten and awful
PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING of good ol' Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG.
Between shortly past damn ass eight, and shortly past demonic ten
this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING;
I have endured shouting and hammering, and doors banging in the
hallway, and then at the end of it for a finale' and crescendo; my
diseased pricks upstairs are back
on their damn furniture moving roll, & making a gods awful
fucking racket! Gee willagars for Crissake,
yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Mike
has accepted the fact that I don't plan to renew my apartment lease,
and am making definite plans to go back home, or perhaps out
to Color Red
('Colorado'),
and yes, the MILITUFORCE
has me so fucked up, that I actually confused the amount of playing
cards in a card deck, with the number of states that there are in
America, on previous recent blogging texts. 'So
sorry' Mister Japanese Ambassador.
Yes, we all know that there are 50, NAUT
52 states, so knock it off
with the dummy comments, yo. I know that I'm a mother fucking
dummy, BUTTerfield and big ass BUTT, and but
folks; if you were suffering through one thirtieth of what I have
had to endure since I left mother fucking COOLEY-HELL-HIGH-HALL
at the end of January of 1973, & (receiving that incredible and
mind blowing non-Marcucci-Thaxton diploma from the great
nearby 'OTHER WITCHES' school, Mister Eugene Horowitz sir (Michael
Landon-Stage Name); you would all be in a psych ward, and as loony
as a thousand goddamn coo-coo birds could ever hope to be, yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Now
it is high time to temporarily go around the greatest points and
subjects of Morianity that make it what it is in fact; and move
onto a side tangent for a short while, that is to say, move
away from hyperspace discussion throughout all of these
blogs of nearly fourteen years now, and take this into the most
mind blowing (NON-THAXTON-MARCUCCI) part
of all of thisssssssssss, Mizz Erica
Lovely Luscious AMC Kane. So what is thisssssssssss you
may be wondering? Well, speaking of mind-blowing, it is the MIND, and
the great mystery of just what consciousness truly is, and why it is
not even close to being created in any computer science laboratories
as of the time of this blog's creation anyway. You have all heard me
talk about taking the mighty minded Sir
Einstein's great relativity concepts, that invented for the
first time in human history, the idea of the
truths of 'SPACE-TIME', and moved and advanced things to their
ultimate destinies and conclusions. I am speaking of course of none
other than 'SPACE-TIME-MIND',
and why this is the absolute reality
that in fact creates and maintains the
eventuality of human-consciousness, and so many other
connected and related items as well, yo! It is why the I-Ching
trances work, and yes lovely gorgeous pirate joking Mizz
Patricia H. H. Hollister, it is even WHY THE FASCITAR
WORKS AS IT DOES, when used by people here on the waking
world's mighty as well as fantastically AMAZING, “EARTH-PLANET”.
It is also why the entire Albert Einstein's great formula is
what it is, Mizz D. M. King
and others out here, and this includes why time seems to dilate when
we move at close to the speed of light in a spaceship, and al the
rest of the stuff that we have all heard about from time to time
since we were making HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
stenches in our DAMN diapers, for
Sahasra Dal Kanwal's sake (HEAVEN'S)! Let me go on and further
attempt to explain myself, yet all the while continue to keep shit
all nice and simple so the vast majority of
readers don't just hit the “NEXT-BLOG” button, and move
away from this vely vely vely Bob McDowell Cooley Fooley
non-HALLucinogenic HALL “MORIANITY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our
brain is a bunch of very worthless goo and after you are no longer
alive or conscious to the so-called reality or world that connects up
through your quintasensory system as Morianity has coined the word,
for having our five-senses of seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and
the most important of all, feeling, as in not only touching and
feeling stuff but 'feeling' many invisible things including the
space-time that connects through our brain created CONSCIOUSNESS.
This goo once our bodies are physically dead, is not worth a bloody
thin dime. It is said our entire body and that includes what is above
our necks, is maybe at best worth a little over a dollar to medical
science. My point is that the magic of it all, are the ELECTRONS that
activate this wild magical fucking brain-goo (gray-matter), and
without these electrons, as any Neuro-Surgeon will tell us, racing
all around this weird stinky goo, “WE ARE DEAD”. If you doubt me,
go to that great fantastic “L&O” Television show, and the
episode where an illegal organ harvest was performed by a crooked
Neuro-Surgeon with a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GOD-COMPLEX, and hear how he
told the ADA “When a Neuro-Surgeon says you're dead, YOU'RE DEAD”!
If he had wanted to, he could have just as easily, accurately, and
truthfully said to her, “When a Neuro-Surgeon says that electrons
are no longer physiologically connecting your nervous system and
brain, (sending electrons through it),
YOU'RE DEAD”! Consciousness is alla part of that very
mysterious subatomic particle and one third of atomic reality, the
ELECTRON. Guess who just fucked me again,
people? You got it, lovely darling Mizz
Dirtweeds Fart Sniffer Notfondauonebit!
I will now compensate or CUNT PHLEGM RAPE with my groupation of
five-numbers, remembering that the word 'groupation'
is an Astral-Term for numerous 'COINS'
or 'COILS' who travel out
and away from the timeless-endless Purgatory, and into our waking
world's five-dimensional hyperspace. After I
post up my FIVE-GROUPATION,
I will continue the discussion and foundation-laying stuff about what
truly is happening so that we can all become aware, or better said,
how a Lawtronically-Programmed Cosmos, or (LPC), is a self-designing
system that eventually creates the atomic element of carbon, and that
leads in its ultimate connections in STM, to human beings here on
Earth, and their sudden and wondrous ability to ask themselves who
they are and what is this thing surrounding them called COSMOS?
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The
mind will be major harped on, and eventually you will all come to see
and absolutely realize that the fourth and the fifth dimension are as
tied together as the three lower remaining ones of length and width
and depth. This blog is to just lay a foundation that explains that
any movement away from what Mountainpen has always called “regular
time” long before society even used the expression, “REAL TIME”,
is nothing more than our MIND being altered. The so-called scientific
stuff is very real, but all that any of their dogshit will ever hope
to do, IS TO ALTER OUR PERCEPTUAL CONNECTIVENESS TO THE 4th
AND THE 5th DIMENSIONS of the blown out hyperspace from
the truer PURGATORY-PLANCKATORY or (Astral-Plane). Even the
Planck-Time, and all of the great 'CERN' peeps; do not realize that
even all of that, originally came out of ZERO-DIMENSION, and also,
that brand new mathematical formulas need to copy the wonderful
advice of a personal hero of mine, the great Disco Queen Mizz Donna
Summer, and “Reevaluate their concepts and
preconceived notions”. Funny how James Redfield never shuts
the shit up, huh Mister Sidney Cohen Haddon Avenue Crown of early
1970? I mean really yo, talk about the major non-Cifaloglio
car-kicking garage-magazine incident, all great half a bill buck
secrets seem to come screaming out at us at the same time. I have one
thing to say to Mizz Margie Leo from late in 1985, over at the once
existing Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey,
USAESMWG. That would be of course, and quoting her precisely and
exactly here, only spelled out in Mister Elmer Fudd style, “Cut me
a bwake, willya”? A real thinker already knows that I have now
opened up some doors that have the absolute potential to alter the
way human beings exist and sociologically interact here in this
waking world's EARTH-PLANET. Now it does not matter how the demos
truly got done, or how Tahren was busted for drug possession up there
in Delaware, or in those times of autumn of 1979 it would be more
Einstein-Relative for me to say in Delaware “down there” since my
residency state was NAUT Florida, but was good-ol' NO JOYSEY.
Butterfield big ass BUTT, and but folks, before you laugh to loudly
at me, remember things like Mount Saint Helen's, remember things like
the 2011 twisters, and yes, I fucked up on old blogs and said
switched two songs being discussed while trying to let you all know
how deadly dangerous it is to electronically confuse two dimensional
realities which is easily accomplished by recording songs from
dreams, and on top of that, match voice prints and other so-called
NO-NO stuff. Then for those who still might laugh because not
everybody dreams songs that don't exist in their world, at least NAUT
every night, huh Mizz AT&T Blake? Can any
of you believe up there in the great United States © Office,
just how incredible Mizz Blake is to the
Twilight Zone's “Miss Finch” on that
“MIGHT CALLER” episode. By the way, SATANIC
FAWCES-POWERS (THE MILITUFORCE) must hate this blog, as the DIRTBALL
ILLEGAL COUSINS FROM ACROSS FROM ME IN UNIT #608 are driving me
totally fucking nuts as dogshit with endless slamming fucking doors,
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, me' kind wonderful and awesome sir,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
Oh
goddessdamn it yo; here comes that trustworthy mother fucking
(`~HACK) also, SHERIFF K.J.M., sir!!!! Rotten bastards!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
lovely O.W.
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BUTTERCHEESE
and big ass BUTT, and but, it looks so 'damn' pretty here,
Senator Sanders, sir, and we all love
pwetty things, do we NAUT?
My
entire DAMN life Senator sir, is nothing but endless:
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We
all love FIREFOX.
Well I do, but I sure wish this mother freaking automated mechanized
robotized inhuman society would help people who are in their freaking
sixties. Ever since I did one little thing on my blog, using the
FIREFOX BROWSER, simply trying to leave a comment on my own blog, at
the BLIGGER-DOT-COM site, the cookies got goddess dam disabled
somehow, and I can no longer blog on this browser, until I can get my
dam guru over here; and that is a very expensive proposition, AND IT
JUST IS NOT DAM ASS FAIR, YO! This world is fixed and prejudiced
against older people, who have no family support, or anyone in their
dam ass lives to assist them, and it should be totally frikkin'
illegal; Congressman Pat Murphy sir, and Governor Rick Scott,
sir!!!!!!!!
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How
can anyone out here even begin to mother fuckign explain WHY
IT WAS SO 'DAMN'
IMPORTANT
TO “SOMEONE
OR SOMETHING”,
CAPITALISM AND CAPTAIN NON-MIKE SOFT SHATNER; FOR
MY VOICE TO BE BRO BRO BROADCAST, COAST TO COAST, BACK IN THE END
OF THE SIXTIES
AND FOR THE FIRST
COUPLE OF YEARS IN THE SEVENTIES,
ON THAT ANTI-POLLUTION NON-TNG HOLLISTER ALLKNOWING PIGS
ON THE BEACH
AND HOT
IN THE NINETIES,
TELEVSION FUCKING COMMERCIAL? EXPLAIN IT RATIONALLY, ANYONE, IF YOU
CAM, GO RIGHT AHEAD, ME' BRAHHH!!!!! Oh for the sake of Roddenberry's
great 1996 LOVE
SONNETS,
yo yo yo yo, and of course, all 'other' all-knowing
PINK GODDESSES EVERYWHERE,
and yes, a
big skinny WOW
to lovely
BIG-OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
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