The Global Enlightenment Of Morianity, 4 Millennium-3
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Also FBI, on me' previous chapter-post onto this system; notice please how my seemingly back again, 'HIGHLIGHT-HACK' returned on one of the paragraphs of said blog work, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
I REMEMBER THE COUNT AS 335 BACK SOMEWHERE IN LATE SPRING TIME, APRIL OR MAY SOMEWHERE, AND B-4 THAT, IT WAS HIGHER THAN THIS I AM SURE, ONLY THEN, I WAS NAUGHT PAYING ANY ATTENTION 2 THISSSSSSSSSSSS, OH LOVELY MIZZ ERICA-SUSAN CANE LUCCISNAKES!
Kind awesome lads and lassies out there in Cyberville, AKA Mountainpen's wonderful Blogaudians; this is gonna' B a rotten day unless slit alters and fast, YO! It is currently now 23 minutes past two of the clock on this very first afternoon of this ninth month called, 'September'; and here is whatsa huppenin, or 2 quote awesome mechanic and 'great palamine', from the early nineteen eighties, from the Gloucester Township Exxon Gasoline Station, at the great illustrious K-Mart Shopping Center; “Letame-tellua whatsa huppenin, Mark”, back somewhere in late May or early June of 1983 while I was dying or thought I was dying of an unknown medical condition or another 'MC' as referred 2 on these blogs from time 2 time, along with great dream-vision medical buildings; and so here frikkin' goes peeps, YO-YO, bounced around or naught from both 1983 as well as 1988, huh awesome wonderful UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE EXAMINERS/LIBRARIANS OF THE CONGRESS from those great times of long now gone by forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had horrible rotten damn ass nightmares all night long, and kept sleeping anyway as I was completely worn out and down 2 a frazzle as some peeps used 2 say, also quite long ass ago, YO. Whether we R yo-yo'd and bounced around, wild and scared from town 2 town, and hated because they knew we did it better, an dso forth and so on folks; let us forget copyrighted 1988 material and song projects 4 right now and get on with the CALL TEN SHOW of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG as well as in all points beyond that, around this marvelous nightmare globe we all agree 2 label and call the EARTH-PLANET, or the 1 in 8 planets that do 2 incredible things. First they R not part of the recently in my lifetime discovered exo-planets, and they have one of them or an eighth of their grouping, that can support human life on its surface. Yes, our good ole' trusty ass Earth, hip hip hurray 4 crying out Spellchecker loudly, YO BRO!!!!!! I am so sick and tired of that goddamn annoying 'of-ODF-HACK', it is coming literally out of both me' ears and me' grass-mole at the same rotten sleazy time, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Yes, here is what is happening, wonderful Blogaudians. I had those recurring and disturbing nightmares of working at that damn food store where in one particular parallel universe place, I seemingly have a lifelong position there, a lowly one but a dependable damn job, at least, and hey, under this Huntington flapping curse, it beats living underneath a bridge. I had resolved that legal issue, and this nightmare seems 2-B in a non-ending continuation-series, and now I was having non employment-related issues and was there on my own time doing a wee tad bit of food shopping, 2 quote lovely Mizz Patty Hollister from the middle 1970's. Two things were beyond pissing me off. First, I had forgotten me' list of items. Without a list, we all know that even just about the sharpest an dmost youthful brains will indeed forget at least one or two and maybe more items if the list is long, and I was thinking anything but clearly and couldn't seem 2 remember anything other than stuff I did naught need, such as I remember mty dream-double or my 'doppelganger' thinking that he did naught need any soda, while passing through the beverage aisle and seeing me' fave soda, both here an dthere obviously, that awesome MOUNTAIN DEW. As a youth this was my fave evden then, here in this locale of hyperspace anyway. My seconds were trhe long gone now TEAM soda, and SEVEN-UP, both replaced by the world famous SPRITE that although very good, 2 me did naught quite measure up 2 the 7-up or the TEAM, but the DEW was always numero-uno, YO dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!! Y the great Mike Soft spellchecker Hellwrecker system does naught recognize numero-uno, is anyone's best guess, but I am now adding thissssssss, lovely Mizz Luccisnakes, into me' word-system-dictionary, or 4 short from now on, me' damn ass WSD. No spellchecker, naught my WANNA' SPEND ME' TIME recently added initials, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, but tankx and KABOOOOOOOOM, 4 trying here, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT. So here I am in this parallel alternative not factor but world, and its version of New Jersey-USA's famous EGG HARBOR CITY, and at my lifelong job at this large food store, feeling a wee tad bit like the great now long latengrate Mister John-Jerry Landers Denver, only without Sarah (Lordess) Jehovah Stacey (Neecy) Krassle, or Sir George Burns anywhere around, 2 help me, or guide me; or the gods only know what else, from that also OH GOD MOVIE from 4 decades plus long gone by now peeps!!!!!!!! Folks, we all know only 2 well, that I don't ever need 2 have some fictional Hollywood movie being done around me, 4 my being in all sorts of wild and inconceivable major trouble and hellishness that's beyond any possible verbal descriptions; YO BRO! Come on, “cut me a break” here, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, oh lovely 1985 coworker, up there at that great Caldor-113 Store, of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; oh lovely Mizz Margie Leo. THANK-U. JEEZ-LOUISE DETECTIVE JOSEPH FONTANA, (AND 'TRANSDIMENSIONAL SURFER-FONTY'). So my shopping errand went off disastrously and then I only thought that I was having woe-whiz-me problems, as my cellphone rang and I answered it and my doctor who over there was a totally different doctor but did resemble my PCP dock here that I do currently go to, Dock non Omar, Shareef, and although two different states and peeps R involved, they seemed 2 speak in a similar voice print sound and in my dream doubles' eye-mind while speaking 2 him, I knew that he resembled the doctor here in Florida from this universe. These things R indeed all a part of what the Mountainpen's Morianity has called in his blogs 4 many years now, the TRANSDIMENSIONAL TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS, or 4 short, just the TOSE. Gimme' a break Spellchecker, U know that is in your dictionary, YO. Let's add it in there again in a capitalized version, as since the Spellchecker system became magically reactivated one day after many months of being busted and off, now my CAPS as well as my SMALLS, all R part of the correction system, and I think it is because during the down time, I had gone into the tools program of the open-office program's options on me PC, and managed at least 2 add the feature of the caps and the smalls being under the checked spelling of the system, so this is most likely whatsa huppenin, sir Derrijo Exxon from 1983, that day at your wonderful station. If U-R still a GWB (alive) physically and here, and perhaps even a Blogaudian-Morian, hi bud, maybe if U-R ever in Florida, U can look me up. Just go 2 the Midway Road County Sheriff's Office. They all know me, and will tell U where 2 come 2 find me here in the far northeastern quadrant of Fort Pierce. AHA-AHA-AHA. Yes, my doctor called 2 reschedule my appointment in this wild nightmare as he had recently experienced some emergency in his own family, and wanted 2 move me into a time slot about a week down the road, and I said no problem, but that since I had him on the phone, I needed 2 ask him about a medicine and a dosage that he had recently prescribed 4 me, and we got talking and then he just stopped talking 2 me and yet I could hear sounds from his office and he had not been disconnected, merely simply ignoring me and wouldn't come back on the line, and this made me beyond extremely angry and frustrated, as it would anyone of U out there reading this blog, and U all know it as well. I know U do. Nobody wants things like this 2 happen, and under this frapping Huntington Curse, they do happen, here, there, all over the entire 5th dimensional hyperspace, or here in waking life as well as in my nightmare dreams as well, same diff, merely updated future wordage as things become more known about and this silly Freudian psychology gets tosses out 4 the total frivolous nonsense that most of it is, until it is reevaluated, and re-adapted with the real-NEW AGE knowledge that won't B coming around any time in anyone's lifetime here who is reading this whittle bwog, YO! JANE THISTLETHORNS SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME REALLY GODDESSDOG GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD, oh lovely gal-pal Mizz Helen 1999 Zabriskie, with her rotten stinking page eleven of eleven; so I will now try and runt phlegm hate (compensate) 4 this, with me whittle damn glass FIVE-NUMBER-STRINGING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
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Let us get on with the show, oh great COW LEO, and I will always hear lovely Mizz 'Dark Shadows' Nancy Barrett playing the part of lovely Mizz Mentalist Pansy Faye, and singing her cool tune, with those re-adapted frikkin lyrics 2 it, love!!!!!!!! WOW did this young teen lad have a powerful crush on U, gorgeous NB, as what teen boy didn't want U-2 have your way with them? I was no different. Yes, on with the show now, since miserable rotten Jane F, just interfered with me train of thought and we now need get back on track here BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes nobody can know the added emotional hellishness when in a nightmare and having a negative thing happen like this, and when the doctor refused 2 come back on the phone and speak 2 me, finally hanging up and walking out of the store about as angry and despondent and frustrated, as anyone could ever possibly imagine & along the lines of the great actor Sir Bill Bixby, when he was about 2 transform into the world famous from my times, late 1970's television show's, “incredible Hulk”!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the nightmares from B-4 that one were all taking place in that transdimensional 'OTHER' non-AC-NJ-USA-billboards, Egg Harbor City, without any Rent-A-Center incidents either, from death cops in parking lots down the way from nut job psych joints where I had 2 drive the mighty Mizz Dawn-Marie King 2 so often in 2009 while staying with the horrible monster lousy rotten King Clan of Washcloth Dogtown in Hammonton Hanging in there Paula-WAYV-FM, that all was dream-vision seen and witnessed by me an entire decade earlier, U know, those who really know these blogs, the great late nineties TRINITY NUT HOUSE, also known as (AKA) here, and north of the great TRUMP-BORDERS; as the Trinidad-Nut-job-house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That nightmare Atlantic City Police Officer at that very transdimensionalparking lot told my mother an dme backin the 1990'w after I hjad just pleaded with him 2 help us; “Yeah I'll help U, when you're DEAD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't forget that horrible 5th dimensional transdimensional hyperspace experience if tomoorow I manage 2 rekindle my ability 2 safely go back 2 enjoying the mighty awesome pre-gflood-days secret of the 12 TRIBES OF ISRAEL. U know peeps, it was never written down, and today, many billionaries R merely doing it with blood, and also, many peeps in the digestive medical circles actually transplant healtyh poop into sick guts and yes, it all works, but try learning about a lot of these forbidden systems of medical knowledge, just try, and here, what I want, is enjoyable 2 me, ever since receiving that magical Henningsen motor cycle chain shortly after me' 13th birthday, and sdon;t try feeding me it is because I qwas entering puberty, who else became the sdpit vampire that I did, oh wonderful eye doctor Reda of Burlington, NJUSAESMWG back in 1997? U were right 2 dock, girls in their teens were chasing me and I was into me' middle frikkin' forties, YO!!!!!!!!! With an '8-X increased' lifespan or 4 short, am 8 TILS, said and pronounced just as we can spell it here; our maximumk recorded deaths of peeps now stand and have legitimately stood since records werekept of this 4 nearly tqwo centuries now, at 121 years. Multiply this by 8 and what do we get? U know it Jimmy Olson, U know it. We get the death age of the longest living human on Biblical Record, the mighty Methuselah, at 969 years. Don';t tell me that I don't know what I am talking about, huh there Dock Corriell and dock Green, and Dock sulk, and all of U from days now long gone by!!!!!! Poor ole' Ziggy of Atlantic City, U never would have gotten Polio if U ad not known Callio, or if U had just been with me, over at the great Ferry Avenue in Camden, NJUSAESMWG's, Institute 4 Medical Research. Oh those mind busting Marcucci medical buildings and powerful winds that blow through magical homes in Berryville, NJUSAESMWG, JEEZ-LOUISE, oh great daut!!! WOW, & hot dog damn dern cornfield Christmas parties, of 1982.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
So the second I got up today, two major wild things occurred around me. I got up at approximately 1:23 this afternoon, the number of Diana and her special code with the Privecode machine, and then two minutes after that and as I walking out of me' bathroom after taking a long leak, a SUPER NASTY AIR ASSAULT DEATH STRIKE CAME, and me' ALWS front abnd rear porch-lights R now both blazing away 4 the FPIA pilots 2-C when they drive through this CO-OP property, with official permission of course as they do on a daily basis at staggered and random time frames so as naught 2 give the WSMT enemies any predictable patterns 4 knowing when they come around 2 check on me, oh SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!! The weirder and more surreal thing was finding a half mouse sized grass ball or whatever it was, all rapped up in a crazy half hardened clump just sitting right smack dab center on my hallway rug leading from me' bathroom, out into me' living area space here. All of these things R-Y-I am now totally not BAR, but yes, BUR, or me' day is officially holding at BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED, NAUGHT ALREADY RATED. But 9 out of 10 BOTBUR's do result in final chart-rated BOTBAR's.
If the day does go BOTBAR, I will come back with a powerful and immediate Magnesonic DEATH ENEMY COUNTERSTRIKE, AND THAT IS A PROMISE, or 2 quote lovely Mizz muscles Mo here, “IPYT”, when abbreviated that is.
THIS TRANSMISSION ENDS 4 RIGHT NOW, POSTED UP ON BDC @ 3:57 PM, YO WEERLLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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