MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
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FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
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AUGUST
28, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 8:00
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 86%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.
DAILY
RANGE TODAY IN F.T. (H-92/L-73)
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
HAY,
IT CAN'T BE UP EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THE WHOLE MOTHER FUCKING UNIVERSE.
GIMME' A BREAK MARGIE 1985 LEO, FROM CALDOR 113 STORE OF WOODBURY
HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM
ALL
AS OF 2014 IN THIS UNIVERSE, EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
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Steven
John McGinty from Mars, you acted like you wanted to know why I
was the way I was in 1977, and so did all the other Martians.
Well, in 1996 you had the chance to hear the whole story told,
well, as we both know most likely by now, it was far and away from
being the whole dam fucking story, back then. So let me put this
to you, kind old buddy and ex-boss? I am just as convinced in a
lower-mind anyway, today, that I now finally have the entire
picture, but remember, I thought this exact same thing in late
1996 when I called and talked to you. So where do you think that I
will be in say 2020, and another question is, see how fast the
American Narc Squad, in league with the Bohemian Chappaquiddick
Club of Kens; jumped on my situation from 1983 and the day of my
doom predicted nearly a year earlier in 1982; but in any event,
Steve old pal; they clocked me so I will again, as with the 2010
year, AND CENSUS, be too nusy with my own fuckiGN cunt lapping
concerns and troubles and woes and worries and sorrows and maybe
death comas; to be able to do anything more in 2020 than I was
able to do when I first arrived here in cunt chewing Florida, back
in 2010? See how this all endlessly palys out? See how there is no
fuckiGN cunt way in hellfire, this can all be just up in my sick
deluded mother fucking imagination? And one more thing, Steve, if
you're out there, or someone is that gets this whittle message
over to you, old pal; I am always willing to talk to you. You
seemed to have a genuine interest. Only we botyh know that
whenever we would try to meet and to talk, about THIS; the ESS
would jump right into you,and that would be that, to quote Mizz
Whalehicks of 1986, as well as Mister Esolph and his great fables
from years and years before that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE,
ain't mother fuckign life real swell and grand, and perdy, kind
folks?
Holy
shit, I knew this would be a major fourth dsay in a row for a lot
of fucking dogshit to be endured. WHY? Well, because of the fact
it is late August, and also, I HAD A WILD EXPERIENCE WITH MAJOR
WAKING WORLD MEMORY OF IT, IN HYPERSPACE PARALLEL UNIVERSES, or as
you might all choose to word it, “I had some wild vivid lucid
ass dreaming last mother fucking night”, same shit, different
ditty (SSDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
began with unbloggable shit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP
BAR was handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club or the
dude who was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed
mysteriously down on a dime without any reason. After grabbing it,
Mickey the lifeguard who I only know from this one particular
universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King
David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at him, he
charged over to me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell in, I
realized I was in the deep end part of it, and that no water was
in it. I hit the bottom very hard and heard my head crack
completely open. I then got up and climbed out and everyone was
screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he
can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON
RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed
me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he
threw me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of
water in it. I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge
triple normal full sized soap bar, an dit was a ZEST bar, and I
will not forget this wild shit in seventeen million mother fucking
years, I promise!
When
I have a wild NIGHT, I just about always have a wild DAY that
follows. You might say that the parallel fuckign cunt event for
this to happen, is around 99%.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
So
folks, I want to tell you a lot of really super fuckign shit, and
it involves the great powerful evil TRUMP RULED on the
Astral-Plane, area of Province Olympia, known as the BRIGGBASE.
But without the evidence to back up shit that only I know is
happening, I would risk going to prison for the remainder of my
life, or worse still, finding me ol' self on a freighter bound for
that not so nice Cuban area called the great and powerful torture
chamber of Guantanamo Bay.
I
know under aged people do not belong here in Morianity, but being
a realist, if kids want to do something, they find a way, and I
was told this by the king of the Kim Wild Club, and the kids of my
day can brake that little code real dam ass quickly. Now me' ol'
pernt Mista Bunka suh, is
thissssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only
the really smart and really young, know what really goes down,
because as we get older, most folks that is, learn the magic art
of growing into adulthood, and not believing in stuff like the
Mountainpen. This of course is why the Almighty Goddess Middie,
told me years back, to limit my bad language. In fact, she was
hoping I would stop it all together, and then if I did not say any
suggestive under 18 kind of stuff, these blogs would be able to
make it to local libraries as well as other places that use what
is called filtering, to keep the Mountainpen, from those who would
have the best chance to know, and believe, and even find a way
perhaps, to do something about all of this, since everyone has,
must grow up. Only children are children. But after they are older
and all grown, then to quote my great wonderful daughter, you
know, that endless ageless two word sentence not the shortest in
Christianity, “Jesus wept”, but the shortest one perhaps in
Morianity, “Too late”!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well
ladies and gentlemen, I was not at all shocked at the afternoon
computer hacking siege and four straight days of death hell
siege, after-all, it is the late ending days of good old month
number eight, AKA AUGUST.
If
you are not connecting in yet as to how all of this works, well,
you know, they say that some things are not meant to be, and me,
I have had both the privilege and the frikkin' pleasure, of
understanding that great statement on a very personal fucking
level!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SSSSSSSSSSSOOOOO
Sir Arthur Crane, notice the downward tick on the Dow chart, ART old
buddy, while I was trying to blog this afternoon, and THEY were
trying to use their ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, to get it to swing back up.
Only in long run play, does anything average out with a number, as
was discussed in my earlier blog, lads and lassies. Thank you for
viewing the BOM (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN). I hope my little math lesson
can be grasped, but if not, why not ask your school kids or better,
go to their math teachers or the local college to one of the math
professors. They will tell you the same thing that Professor Deturch
of the UOP told me directly in 1991 or 1992 somewhere, while I
resided in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. Basically, that I am not crazy, at
least in my mathematical wisdom.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
02
A
LITTLE VOICE SAID, MARK, PASTE IN CHAPTER 103 OF SAFE JOURNAL, SO
HERE WE BLOW, POPEYE AND OLIVE OIL, CAN YE' STANDIG SAILOR
BOY??????????????????
(MARCH
21, 2011)
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 103
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
032111.880.55555555
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Huge
hack on the computer needs to be
reported, in case you are reading any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE
CARUSO, and other great men and
women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid
to take on this powerful ass family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have my utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is
torn down by none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will
finally find the remains of JIMMY.
What
this horrendous mother fucker did to me on the street in Atlantic
City near the boardwalk, known as TENNESSEE AVENUE in many parts of
the great hyperspace, such as where this blog is posting up to, is
beyond unspeakable, and as I type, his pal, Morty Mortino that
Biblically is referred to as the “Death Angel”; just buzzed in my
left ear at about 9:13 this night, YO. Ed who posted up the web-page
that I owned at the time, or rented really, as if I owned it, it
would still be fucking up there, and as I speak and type the computer
hack is getting fucking more vicious, but Ed Lynch was in the car
with me, and sitting in the what I jokingly now refer to as the
MI-SEAT, as I was in that same seat in another car that night in
1986, and her cousin McGuire who at that time I had no clue to the
major details of this incredible and unfathomable wild family from
beyond the stars, literally, but this wild nut-job came right up to
this MI-SEAT of the car in October of 2006, and did something
horrible to us both and then to the car, and then made us totally
forget it and never even see it, as only when we developed the film
as we were taking photos for the website of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
and this is when the picture clearly showed him right there on us,
and we never saw it at all. This I will swear to in any court on this
planet, and this is what our own government does not have one bit of
control over, and wants us therefore all to believe that they do, and
that they are covering it all up, just to make them appear so
powerful and awesome, as without this, no government can properly
govern, and any intelligent person knows that is a fact, the last
sentence if not the rest ODF it, YO!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR “ODF”, I
SAID 'THE REST OF IT, THANK YOU HACKER SHIT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! This
powerful 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL' has been messing with me all of my life,
and only other 'abductees' of these monsters in this nightmare ass
interaction, can fully appreciate or understand, and fully know, the
dangerous powerful reality of it all, and how your life is endlessly
adversely effected by it should you be a victim. You never get a
moment of peace, not ever. Only it is not some gray reptile alien
with screwy looking eyes doing this to you, and you all who like
believing in that horse shit, just go right on believing it, I fully
know the total bullshit to all of it. The truth as always, is so much
more real and more powerful than any fictional television movie or
any other silly ass idea from average humankind and their
imaginations. I do not blame anyone in particular, even the physical
counterpart that 'IS' THIS INCREDIBLE FAMILY, MIZZ
GILMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I blame is the circumstances that we
exist in the void infinity and need to endlessly dream out and away
from it, doing 'A' or 'B' endlessly, only the word 'endlessly' is
meaningless, as it only has any significant tangible meaning in
interactions of time-worlds. I blame and hate this reality, that is
all, no one else, no thing other than this, only the reality that is
hell, and that all of you are spared from being aware and awake or
lucid to here in your human experience now if you are reading this
blog, lucky-lucky-you, no insult meant there Rudy-Toot-Toot from the
Institute, but I know I am not one of the sharper knives in the
drawer, I merely own the fuck up to it. If I was so damn bright and
brilliant as all of the summer skies, Sarah, none of this would have
happened, as I would never had let you go in 1986, the hell with
spending time on Rikers Island. You don't have to spare the world any
longer just because I loved your cousin, as I'll always love
Lightning, in my existence as Ricktafarius. Strange though that spell
checker gives me a choice to spell my Astral name, what big LENNY is
in charge of, or so he told me before he made the switch over. Still,
12X12X7 is indeed the correct code symbol, my lovely Scylla. Now that
he owns the Comcast Network and controls my computer, along with his
new pal Will McAfee, what will he do to me next, brown eyes?
This
'traveler' went back to July and almost killed me today as a result,
causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social
security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my
SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file, and then reappear back
normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your
time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on on that street
right now, old multiplier of sevens, twelves, and
doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to
appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his?
Smoke on Jim Pratt, 'Emit Madeinhell', and, the rest of my good pals
in ROT-WEST. Gee, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and
all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old
philosophers may ponder and query?
Sheriff
Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric's seeds before they could
ever have a chance to grow, and all the old rock and roll music fans
know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them, why you want to
kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking Haddonfield, New Jersey,
and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER', so is
it Copyright 1973 or 21 years later in 1994, when I sent the dozen
C-90 cassette tapes down to Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So
Cardboard ears cousin, what really is hidden there in Carlisle,
PAUSAESMWG? I'll find out eventually, so the roving towel lady of
wealth and her letters will someday be just another truth in the FBI
files, right E.Z Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseann Neckbites,
without the name!!!!!!!!!!!
All
the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the
favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still,
what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The
nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are the
endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we all
really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and screw
with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just lay in
the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never fathomed
that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and now I am
remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if only I had
been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and why would you
want to tape me anyway, 'Calendars McDowell'???????????? Everyone in
Quakertown as well as Altoona and Carlisle know fully well about the
fall out effect from knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best,
other than MI? Glad you got out of the city before those lovely
trails totally wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many
people, and I am no longer the only one that talks about it, so this
must tell the world something about my incomprehensible story of woe.
I never forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a
cool little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what
is it really about, and where does it really come from, and why,
sheeeeeeeeeeit, other blogs are there, as are tomorrows; for listing
and elaborating on these additional freaking details, YO! 4-NOW,
BROWN EYED KAL, let me just say, END TRANSMISSION, and
WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, the reason things never make total sense and never can or will
or did, in three dimensions, is because without those other two of
them, time an hyperspace, perfectly mixed in with those normal
regular ones, it just won't work. You cannot take a 30 dollar tape
recorder made in 1968 and make a recording sound like it just got
professionally mastered in the top NYC recording studio of 2014,
Judge Judy from TV says it way to great and perfectly to ignore here,
folks. IT'S NOT HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WE WILL TERMINATE OUT TRANSMISSION!
NIGHTY
NIGHT, 1975 SANTA CLAUS. AND PATTY HOLISTER. THANK YOU FOR HELPING
MOMMY AND ME MOVE FROM OAKLYN TO LINDENWOLD!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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