MORIANITY-3-CHAPTER-8

MORIANITY-3-CHAPTER-VIII

12:07 AM-EST, FEBRUARY 2, 2013

I do not do chapter TITLE NAMES any more, but if I did, this blog would indeed be labeled as “MY FINAL 90 DAYS OF MORIANITY. Wrapped up within these roughly final ninety days, will be exactly what the great and All Mighty Goddess Scylla, AKA 'SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE', has instructed that I do, in my final wrap up of all of my blogging and Morianity, and take hearty, as the small time remaining may seem too short to cut into the heavy meat of other matters since my editorial derailment of 2008, but believe me folks, I can fit it all in perfectly well and do a bang up job by simply leaving out, just as much as will be humanly possible; all of the post derailment May of 2008 stuff, and pretend I have flood insurance when I don't, or flood gates for that matter; and move onto where the flow should have led me, if not for the off time, and the King family upstairs nabes, of my then computer helper and semi-friend, Mister Edward Lynch. Now if major shit happens in the present, then I will have to mention things about music and songs and go back in the other direction for temporary turn offs of the main new road we now will travel together, you the reader, and me the writer. But as soon as I do these short little necessary insertions, when and if they do occur, we will shift gears and switch tracks, and go right back onto the new path again, as if nothing ever happened, right FEMA FOLKS??????????????????????

Now two items that are definitely back on the older railroad crossing tracks, are the stock market, and parallel event, as well as playing systems against the gaming casino's favorite game, 'lady roulette'. This all being of course, with no connections to Queens of Blue, Castle and Mariena Kings, but we will never be left to forget that powerful stuff is all wrapped up in just these topics of roulette and the stock market, and how parallel event is applied to both of these entities by the great ''IF'' or Interaction Force, which will always be the main heading for all of my blogging and all of Morianity. We will also never forget other pre-tangent drive-offs from maid roads such as Academy or Grant or 27, and many many more; nor will we be omitting stuff that was talked about often and heavily in the pre OH-M-8 days of blogs I was doing, included now here but in no way limited to stuff such as 1986 and things shifting on a dime at a precise morning in a middle of August day, David Roth and the stuff we experienced that was major, such as so many green orbs in 1986, so many Milituforce attacks, Carlisle, Pennsylvania, Callio and McGuire, Estelle A. Bassler of Ormond Beach, Florida and formerly of 30 South Plaza Place in South Atlantic City, New jersey, my life chart systems, my original pre blog life recording called my LIFE-JOURNAL on cassette tapes, the Privecode machine, my communications with Lightning when I moved into Atco and escaped Debbie Blondie Harry's frie4nd, the Bunny of robin Hill frikkin Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, precisely 30 years ago, yesterday, as now on this garbage stupid Groundhog Day, we are officially beginning the fourth decade since my days in Atco started on moving day of 02/01/1983. Now just watch folks, as the more I'll try and stay on point or go on telling stuff in more detail about reality-chunks and T-3-E and hyperspace, and totally move away from the newer 'family' stuff that really began as soon as I got back online after my 70-day off period in 2008; but the more I try doing this, just you FUCKING WATCH THE 'IF' AT WORK, doing all manner of shit to make me need to break stride and directional heading, and revert back in sheer necessity, to older stuff again that SSJKK has ordered me to steer a new course away from, and she told me in HER great city some time back in human time illusion, that by doing this; the biggest and final revelations of Morianity, will all be sent to me, like a mountain of manta, as if I had had this great super wisdom all along, back in 2008, and somehow could have anticipated the enemy plan with me, and run away, with all of my things in tact, and made my escape, without losing my credit, and sacrificing my entire mother fucking life.

WELL GIANT GINA, I BELIEVE I MADE IT QUITE CLEAR AND IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT GET MY MESSAGE, THAT INDEED, THE 'DOW JONES' WOULD CROSS OVER 14000, AS IT DID TODAY, AFTER BEING UNDERNEATH THAT LEVEL SINCE SOME TIME IN 2007. I TOLD YOU AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WISHES TO LISTEN, THAT IT WILL HIT RECORD HIGHS, AND PASS BEYOND 15,000 POINTS BY SPRINGTIME, 25,000 POINTS BY THE END OF THE YEAR, AND PASS THE 50,000 POINT MARK, BEFORE THE NEXT TWO YEARS CLOSE OUT, AT THE END OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN. SO I NOW AM DEMANDING SOME RESPECT, AND I WANT MY FUCKING PROPS HERE, FOLKS. DO YOU FUCKING BLAME ME? So just watch and see all of this go down, and I demand my fucking props!!!

I am going to ask my GAGA CAT what is fueling this horrible fucking stock market rally, and why my annoying fucking nabes have been back fucking with me this week again, after a little time off from this shitty ass disease. I have a few other things to ask as well, and may or may not discuss it with my Morians, later on.

The TOOTHACHE-MAJOR BUTTON was released after two days or so of agony, and is gone as quickly as it came on me, again, as it always happens. Magic, you really do have to love it, huh fucking peeps, YO? Well, I will be getting some huge answers to things that have plaguing me for a very long time, about the internet, and computers in general, next week, from my new guru.

Yes, starting at fucking twenty minutes before eight, on Friday fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, my dirt bag across the hall nabes, went in and out all day long, up through the entire day and into the end of it, near midnight. They did not slam, but they were extremely fucking annoying; and this morning, they had their music quite loud, without the sub box on, and it is tolerable when a sub box is not booming. Still, I never went to see Debbie as I was a bit under the weather today, emotionally, physically, mentally, psychologically, and you fucking name it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This may be what drove the JDIA Stock Markets to make this huge CROSS OVER, with no help from great kids at age fourteen, synthesized, but still, a voice and a sound is still a voice and a sound. UH OH, I said we would be steering out of this skid and stay only on the track where 2008 never went this way, sorry about that, 1986 Maxwell Smart, Chief!

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