THE
GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! WOW, ''I'M
IMPRESSED'', AUNT GERALDINE SNOW MASON.
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The
weekend was quiet and allowed me to calm down a little bit after a
weekend of monster terror. Worse than the great gelatine, huh
Senator? I know it is spelled wrong, dumb ass Microsucks, you
know. Half the time it helps, and half the time it doesn't. Hay in
the Major Baseball Leagues, batting 500 is unheard of, so I guess
I am supposed to not complain.
It
hit 94 degrees in Fort Pierce back on Sunday, and felt well over
the CM. WEEEEEEEEEE, ain't summer time a blast, good folks? Hay if
I am wrong, speak up, please!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO, is the
ESS all these blogs will be discussing any more, some are
rightfully pondering and head scratching? Well, no, it is not. But
the ESS is basically behind anything and everything, discussed or
not. You can choose to scratch or resist the temptation to do so
if you receive a nasty dose of poison oak while out on a nature
walk. But it itches like shit whether you scratch or not, get the
picture?
There are people who
ask me questions about Morianity in hyperspace and so I know you
all have questions that I do not seem to be properly addressing,
and you wish to stay behind the shadows of protection that any
electronic trail of anonymity provides. First, this tells me that
I am doing my job, if everyone wants to know stuff and yet is too
scared to leave an electric trail by asking me online. As time
passes, I will not say any details on who I have spoken to in very
localized hyperspace or close-in parallel universes, and I mean
very close-in. This could even be enough to scare my readers off,
and who needs to do this? I don't, for one.
But I am going to be
opening up some other topics, so no one gets board that this blog
is nothing but all about TAWF and their interactions with me
infinitely, both in the Plank Realm or land of the ''spiritual'',
as well as the virtually limitless regions of all of fifth
dimensional hyperspace. One such item up for debate, one way
debate works just fine, especially if you consciously think about
me and Morianity before you drift into that near sleeping twilight
zone state, that will many times put us together in hyperspace
with me having a memory of it, and you mostly, not, but it can
happen so don't panic if you get a wild powerful dream eventually.
“SHIT HAPPENS”, to quote the great Paul Evans Pedersen, my old
buddy and my old partner, in SPR.
I love totally boring
and uneventful weekends. They are very rare, extremely rare to the
eighth power, for me. I also love unevental; and very boring
weeks, an evil rarer event, after all; 5 days verses only 2,
strung together, this is just very basic second grade arithmetic.
Give me a break, or cut me one to quote you back in 1985, Mizz
Marge Leo, at Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New
jersey.
AUGUST
18, 2014,
MONDAY
MORNING AT JUST SHY OF FOUR,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY'S
DAILY RANGE (73-94)
CURRENT
HUMIDITY IS 97%, AND IT FEELS 87.
ENOUGH
OF THAT, TWILIGHT CLOCK STOPPER!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
024
I
am looking into having my thyroid gland removed and taking a
medication after that, that is not on the controlled-substance
list by the American Nark Squad. This way,all this hassles comes
to an end. Doctor Bittle back in 1985 talked about the possibility
of doing this procedure with me. I am in th process of looking
into this, and still have meds through 2014 guaranteed me under
the old system. The dock says, forget going to Mexico, the drug
laws are stricter there than here. This is news to me. You are
going to have to prove to me that I cannot move to TJ, MEX; and
get what I need to survive. Hay, if it has been changed, then I
get my fucking thyroid gland removed and take the replacement
meds. No prob-BOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
does this problem all connect into the stock market, the
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, the music problems, and the whole smack of
hassles that all began in the very early nineteen-eighties? You
bet your goddess dam British BIPPOE Petroleum that it does, Mister
John 1969 Chain China Henningsen, YO! Would I be able to do even
a small surface scratch on just how, on this one blog? Not in a
million years, Sir Robert Patterson Cheatley of
1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is not one person on this planet that could have experienced just
the years of 1980 through 1983 walking the shoes of Mark Wayne
Mountainpen Mohr; who would not see things in a very
paranormal-only way. No one more than I do, wishes they could be
magically transported into the lands of normalcy. Not all things
are possible, or if they are, they are so improbable, that like
winning a 500 million dollar lottery jackpot, it may as well be
called and considered, IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
going on with anything, one point needs to be made quite clear,
IMHO. There indeed are places and interactions with exact moments
with those places, where things that equalize as far as creating a
precise event through combinations of tiny plank sized particles,
and all this fancy crap means, is that if I try and ask a boss for
a raise whn he just got off the phone from both his wife asking
for a divorce and his stock broker telling him that he just lost
millions in some risky investment, the odds of getting that raise
are quite significantly lower, than asking him or her, for that
very same raise, running into him or her socially on a weekend at
a Burger King, while he or she has just had the best day in their
life for whatever reasons. Now as with previously explained
parallel events being both visible and invisible; so to is this
wild hologram around all of us. This was a visible example of why
asking for that raise in those two situations in different times
and different locatrions, produce major different results. But
invisible things are there as well. As you all most likely know
with the story in 1992 give or take a year, in a home in
gibbsboro, New Jersey, with my mother, and how I was trying to
simply tell her something that she needed to hear for reasons I
have forced myself to forget due to the event being so horrendous;
but she wasn't hearing diddly aquat in th house. But I decided to
try once again right before dropping her off at the nearby train
station in Lindenwold, New Jersey, an hour later, and three miles
from the house. I know for a fact, that all of us are only our own
realities. Every thing and every one around us, interacts only
because of our own system that is programmed cosmically to make
and create this wild interaction. Now we all have this. This is
called Lawtronics, in many future parallel universes, after it
becomes discovered. The powerful difficult part to grasp, is how
the entire multiplexed overlapping interaction, controls all of
the unique individual interactions, because as was stated, we are
all making everything out beyond us from deep inside of us. So how
it all perfectly fits and comes together is not an easy thing to
be grasped, not even by the Professor Kaku's of our lovely world,
in 2014. Now traveling around and seeing things does help, but
people; that is not what was responsible for my being able to
claim such a total enlightenment regarding cosmology and beyond.
Because folks, I would be lying t you, if I omitted the fact that
powerful travelers chose me out of all of you, or most of oyu, to
be in my unique circumstances and situation. I learned several
dozen large and small things, that are not known by 99.9+ of the
rest of you out there. One of the larger things is as follows: If
you begin to record your life on a tape recorder, and record every
little incident as it happens, even down to taking the machine
with you out on the road while driving; all odds are that you,
just as with me; will have the experience of suddenly being thrust
into totally unexplainable holograsms. For lack of better words,
you will still believe you are right here on this Earth, and
living your life. But for all you know, you are so far away from
where you think you are or where you should 'really' be; that I
have no words to describe it. When it is over, you will be
spliced perfectly, right back into the normal programs that you
were interacting in before the major ''abduction'' or ''game'' or
whatever the really properly applied word for this would be.
I
am not going to go on with programs, holograms, or the shadows
theory, that you may have already heard yourself on the SCIENCE TV
CJANNEL. But know this. Decades ago, I was speaking on my tape
recorder, making journal evtries just as was being discussed, and
I told about how I was walking off the beach of Atlantic City, New
Jersey; and began to exit the boardwalk's offramp and walk along
the sidewalk, seeing the shadows of late afternoon being cast from
the walls of the large hotel to my right, Resorts International. I
saicd and I quote myself from 1997; “The realer truth is the
shadow, and the phony shit is the hotel over there, and me walking
down the street observing this, and thinking about this”. Now
for those who want to check this out, you cannot prove what I
said, as those tapes are long gone and lost, thanks to my
wonderful baby momma's family and this plan they obviously hatched
many decades back into time. But you can check with the NYU, and
with Professor Kaku there, as to the shit I claim now to have been
discussing on my life journal back in th summer time somewhere in
1997.
Let
me wrap this all up for right now, great people. I really do not
care any longer about anything other than doing whatever it is
that I am supposed to be doing, on a cosmic grand scale. You can
call me a huberous thinker, sickl with twisted delusions of
grandeur, or anything else that may ccome into your mind. But it
is only sick to want to be in the middle of such a gigantic
miserable fucking mess, and I assure you, I am far from being
TRULY SICK. Sure I am sick by many standards. By the words of the
shrink books, I have a zillion disorders. But I told you where all
of that came from, and I told you all exactly why, and nobody can
tell me that what I said, makes no sense, or I will say, you are a
little bit off your game and twisted up. But ain't America great,
your opinions, my opinions, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, fun fun fun!!!!
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Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Hay
late great Dawn-Marie King of Non King Entertainment, is it TIME TO
SAY 'UNCLE-NUFF', crazy niece????????????????? And
the pot and kettle, right my Morians;
don't
kid me.
I know what you are thinking. But you would all be dam wrong. Some
day I may just be able to convince a lot of you of that! For now,
that is one of my little innocent fantasies. I have others not so
little and not so innocent, and they may involve lots of bloodshed,
so I'll keep those to me' ol' self, maitee
Meeguire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “LET ME SEE YOUR ID”, you evil
fat mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
I'M GLAD SUMMER HAS TICKED BY A MOON FROM THIS TIME (MONTH).
JULY
24, 2014,
EARLY
ON THURSSDAY EVENING AT 6:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 92 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, IT FEELS 103,
Too
hot for dancing anyway, Shirley Grantglands!
HAPPY
40 YEARS, or in my case, UNHAPPY!
Wanna'
remember those days three weeks ago. I dared to say these following
things, and
you can archive it on blog titled,
You
know that old expression, ''GET
REAL''.
Well, let's, Herby and George and Everett. Why did Dawn
King
know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life,
was so interconnected with the larger extended family, unless all the
things that Morianity and my blogs have taken us for more than eight
years, are indeed, all true and totally correct?????????? YOU GO, OLD
coworker and pal, 'Bob Schleigh' from Mac Andrews in 1980!
“WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING,
CHAPTER
00010”
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER KIND FOLKS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
YES, TAKE MY WORD FOR IT, ARCHIVE IT, BUT WATCH THIS IN EITHER EVENT,
IF YOU PWEEEEEEEEEEEZE FOLKS!
GO
GET HIM TIGER. HAY JUST BECAUSE WE CAN'T FUCKING DANCE, SHIRLEY, YO;
THOSE EMPLOYEES AT THE LOCAL MICKEY-D SHOULD COULD, AND TO MY TRACK
ON THE 1988 PROJECT AS SHOWN ABOVE, CALLED, “PROHPHET OF NOTHING”,
TITLE TRACK TO THE MUSICAL COPYRIGHTED PROJECT, WITHOUT ANY COOL
CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, BUMPER STICKERS, DUDE! SO
YOU CAN'T DANCE, A SHIRLEY? NEITHER CAN I. CAN YOU CHOKE? YES, WE
BOTH SHARED THAT LITTLE LIFE EXPERIENCE, AS DID THE DAUGHTER OF AN
OLD INSURANCE AGENT FROM PRUDENTIAL. YOUR WIFE IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN
I COULD EVER BE, BUDDY, IN CASE YOU WANT MY OPINION, BR!
OH, THAT DOES NOT STAND FOR AN EXTREMELY SHORT ABBREVIATION FOR
''BROTHER'',
BY THE WAY.
So
you all are dying to fuckiGN hear more about how I really came to
invent the machine called, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it made
me go nuttier than a fucking drunk sea captain serving under Cap
Bligh himself. Well, then we will move this along and discuss a few
things, and WOW-U just a little bit on this blog of today, kind
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
my life since the age of fucking five, sound has interested me. Music
came later, despite having a mother who pushed all sorts of music
down my throat right down to having a world famous violinist at the
Philadelphia Philharmonic by the name of Granoff, personally give me
lessons at his private studio in Philly, when I was living about five
blocks from there at 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment 24-A, in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, back around the time of the Kennedy
assassination. It sort of merged around this time at a place my mom
had me go to a church summer camp at 17th
and Sampson Streets, a Baptist Church, where I met the great Mike
Trollio, who went onto never know me after that one summer, but did
become a very talented and successful Law Enforcement Officer, and
was a sergeant with the Atlantic City Police Department, right there
with who else, but wonderful GAP Frank Callio, also am Atlantic City
Police Sergeant, and at the very same basic time, only Callio and
Trollio were about a decade apart in age, as Callio was older than
Mike and myself, and his wonderful asshole sister SARAH, was sort of
in-between us in age. But back to the church camp. I used to play an
organ once a week, just me fooling around, and not in front of
anybody. One day I noticed if I put several chords together and
thought about something that needs not be blogged right now, I would
uncontrollably and silently burst into tears like a little cry baby.
It happened over and over, until I stopped playing those chords. To
this day, I doubt I could duplicate that progression, nor do I really
give a hell. Shortly after all of this, mother and I moved to New
Jersey where I resided until I came to Florida in middle December in
2009. This would be around late September of 1964, as I remember
changing from a fifth grade class in Philly, to a fifth grade class
in Jersey. I had this asshole teacher in Jersey named Torredo, almost
like Toledo, not quite, in Haddon Township, New Jersey. The principle
was a white haired lady around fifty who I had a monster crush on at
age nine and ten for a while, miss Turner, an old style never married
old maid, as they used to call them. Hay at least I wasn't back in
first and second grade with Andy Lichtenstein, over at Richland
School of Quakertown, PA, BUTT, this is not me' ol' pernt for now,
Archie. Too much happened to begin touching on today, but I'll tell
you this much. Right after I met a wild
strange little girl on the beaches of Atlantic City
about a year or so after this, maybe less; most likely the following
summer of 1965; something
quite magical happened that involved electricity, music, and sound,
as well as her coast guard colored little bikini.
It also involved Bruce Walter, a classmate who had his own weird
glandular condition begin shortly after he had met me. He was a
normal sized 9 year old boy and in two years, grew more than a foot,
and was as large as the average grown man or even larger. His exact
words to me one day while walking with him down crystal Lake Avenue,
“Mark I really suddenly shot up”. I was thinking, “No shit
Shirley”,
or my 'future soul' was I guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I will
say right now, is that was compelled one day at 10 years of age, to
baptise me is some small creek near both of our residences. Right
after that, I could hear voices from electrical street wires, and
when I tuned it with practice over time, the voice was that of a
little girl, and after that, the summers of both 1968 and 1969, if
they had kept meterological records as they do now with lightning,
would prove all of this that I am about to tell you, only they did
not. Those two years, lightning came around almost every other day,
all summer long, in Westmont or Haddon Township, same thing for
whatever reason; and came so close to my apartment at 125-A Haddon
Hills Apartments, that I was able to hear over and over an dover, the
stepped leader of the electrons and then came the deafening booms
following each time I would hear, “Click click click click, then
BOOM”! This was also after the mighty traveler family known as the
Ventura's of the ESS, while I still resided in W-ESS-TMONT, HMM;
taught me in Princeton, New Jersey, how to do a magic little thing
with my fingers, that up in 1983, I began doing on my telephone,
after Goddess Diana contacted me directly through the wildest
esoteric computer machine ever invented or devised on this Earth so
far to this day, that I am aware of, the great and powerful (GAP)
PRIVECODE MACHINE, made by the IMM Corporation. This is enough for
today, as all things have enough story in them to go on an don and
on, not DON, for a very very long Ingrid time, lovely 1984
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A
few months back, I made up a sample type of story with a bunch of
teen aged folks from various places on Earth, only other parallel
Earths in parallel universes, and each in future times, as all
universes that parallel this one have, as we do, a past, a future,
and the mysterious meet point known by many of these future-places,
as Reflectional Time Agreement Points. Don't even expect me to go
here today, it is just something I wanted to open up, but for right
now, we are going onto the next section of all of that other blog,
and in this sample story, we are taking groups of these people from
the ESS (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY) if you will; as MORIANITY
has chosen to label this name and term as such; as it could be any
possible other name in multiple countless other locations of
hyperspace, or for all I know, it is one universal name of fifth
dimensional reality, and extending the reach of mind-blow potential
to nearly the level of endless insanity; maybe Morianity was
influenced to name and title this as it truly is. As I said before on
countless occasions regarding countless subjects; who can ever really
know, with or without any musically copyrighted BREATH ECHO'S, right
lovely examiners? Still and all, there is no getting around the fact,
that all artists, great ones like my daughter and real shitty ones
like me, we all use our lives in our work, as this is a totally
inescapable part of the Lawtronics that is responsible for all of our
individual human lives in all of the vastness of unfathomable
hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Both
the word ''TRON'' and the word ''EXPLORATION'' naturally, have
meanings, and you should, if you're over age ten; know what these
meanings and Science Channel Moaning's are, indeed. The combination
of these two words, Morianity has merely combined together, to create
the word ''EXPLORATON'', but here is the proof to the story of just
what this topic is really hush-hush super secretly all about. ALL YOU
NEED DO IS GOOGLE THIS WORD, ''EXPLORATRON''. As of a while back,
recently into the past; and I doubt this has altered, you will get a
hit, but it has nothing to do with all of my many blogs on the topic.
Someone using the ESS, went backward into time, in ways you now
should be aware of after reading all of these nearly nine years of
blog texts; and managed to effect a huge TIME-ALTERATION. These are
called NTAS, pronounced as NETAS,
derived from the abbreviation of the following words; NECESSARY
TIME ALTERATION
STRIKES!
When
the (ESS-CLUB) in its majority; votes on any issue; that something
needs to be interfered with,
and this can be done on a countless virtually unlimited basis of
course; to alter an event in a past universe, that violates
absolutely no atomic causality principles because it is a
transdimensional alteration, and not actually changing exact
energetic particles fixed into a reality (events) in space-time-mind,
some just this year beginning to see some smoke with al of this and
now calling it STA, or SPACE-TIME-ATOMS, but it is the same basic
principles in reality, that MIND is why there is SPACE-TIME to start
with, not that mind gets around to existing after 'ST' gets going,
another reversal-mirage, like so many countless others; that are
discussed all throughout Morianity; but yes, when the majority of the
ESS decide that an NTAS needs to be done, it is carried
out, like Sarah's threats of 1969 and 1983,
and this information has yet to be effected, by the ESS, but is
always in danger of being at any “TIME” as this is exactly what
THEY DO.
Something
is happening from my doing this. One of their 'minidroids' or maybe
said more accurately, one of their larger 'nonhumandroids'; is all
around my work station. If it was a normal rat or mole it would be
scared, but it is all around me and letting me fucking know it.
Telling people and begging people to help me is naturally, a total
mother fuckiGN waste of my time. We all know what messing with
AREA-51 can get us into, and this makes that look like kids in a
fucking candy eating contest, I assure you people! What can fucking
Bob McDowell of the FCC do for me? What can Pam Bondi do for me? What
can congressman Andrews do for me? For that matter, what could
Barrack Obama do even if I offered him his second Fort Pierce bear
hug? NOTHING, this goes far beyond them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
hot hurl hiccups, McNulty,
I was being me way back before 1987, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, it was 16
years before that bullshit, in 1971, AHA-AHA-AHA, but being me or
someone else, does this not all fit like a smooth fucking glove, with
and into the great subject of EXPLORATRONICS?
Older
peeps in this USA NATION, global world peeps, in case you are
remotely interested; are totally disrespected here. We try and watch
television programs we enjoy and yet are not comfortable living on
the computer where this is seemingly now where you must go to learn
of anything. I had thought one of my fave shows had been removed from
the networks, L&O-SVU, only to accidentally be surfing through
channels last night and around a quarter past nine, at the NBC local
channel here for their main network, in South Florida it is number 5
on the Treasure Coast, and there it is and has been all along,
switched from Wednesday night back to Sunday night, AGAIN. They don't
give a mother fuckiGN rats ass in this rotten fucking nation, sweet
world, about us old folks who are not computer savvy. We are all now
forced to join this hell, or we are all kicked to the mother fucking
cunt lapping curb, at light speed cubed and Cuban Lotteries.
Yeah
really? I am so important,
that you just had to fuck me, Yeah really? I
am so important, that you just had to fuck me, Yeah
really? I am so important,
that you just had to fuck me, Yeah really? I
am so important, that you just had to fuck me, Yeah
really? I am so important,
that you just had to fuck me, Yeah really? I
am so important, that you just had to fuck me!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!
Derrijo,
so really, what's haaaaapening? Well,
''let's explore this'', Rhonda; and anyone else out here, even you
Mister McNulty and Mister McGuire, and even Mister McGinty who so
wanted to hear all my problems late in the autumn somewhere in 1996,
and then vanished and would not communicate with his old pal from
1977 at MARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then I wonder why
MacDonald Douglas tried to off Dave and me on the 295 Highway that
day early in fucking misspelled Epitome of Harassment year, 1988,
SHEEEEEEIT, cut me a break willya, Margie fucking Leo, YO?
So
folks, if you go right now, leave this blog, and go to your GREAT AND
POWERFUL ALMIGHTY NONOZZ ''GOOGLE'', and punch in (EXPLORATRON), you
will be shocked to see how they work. You'll get your all mighty
fucking total proof that all these claims are real and true. How
could they get back into time and do this? Or do you seriously
believe for minute fucking one, that after I told my story, late
in the first decade of this 100 decade MILLENNIUM-3,
from
2006-2009 era on my blogs at
http://www.blogger.com/ which
typing in their website address, made their Microsucks Corporation
Lightbulb Hack on my Open office 3.1 system, go on for the first time
after quite a while of blogging; but really, do you seriously think
that these other folks back before my blogs of January of 2006, all
the way back around the turn of the fucking century somewhere, just
randomly came up with that word, ''EXPLORATRON''. I HAVE A FUCKING
REALLY COOL BRIDGE IN NEW YOUK CITY, TO SELL TO ANYONE OF YOU OUT
HERE, THAT CAN BUY INTYO THAT FUCKING MUCOUS SWALLING DOGSHIT, yes
daughter, I can be quite revolting, lovely girl,
sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life has made me very angry and very
bitter, and you of all peeps should know about stuff like this, as I
have never ever blamed you for any of your attitudes, and I want you
to know, I wish I had been home that day in 2009 to talk to you. I
will always love you, and you are my daughter, and this will not
change!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
moving this along, I have told how anyone can Google up the word
EXPLORATRON, and have given you all a very rational and mathematical
argument that this is all for real; using their own powerful tools
such as MICROSUCKS against them. Well, actually, didn't I prove
through using the GAWNUM, that Microsoft Corporation and the ESS are
not connected, I honestly forget, and do not feel like re-working out
the equations right now, there is too much other fucking shit to do
today, maybe later, no greed, lovely Gab!
One
day, five 17 year olds from the year 2255 in some very localized
parallel universe to this one; and all members of the ESS; all decide
to play a game in some other universes. Basically, go back to the
time circa of World War Two, and begin to use their advanced
zero-dimensional and atomic-duplicational technologies; to build a
fleet of weird looking discs and saucers that fly, along with bots,
(the aliens and or all the shit that goes along with this gag).
Bringing back a few pounds of Prenalamite and Zeketamite, does the
trick very well, only how do they get this back into time. They
really don't. They have the knowledge that with about 300 current day
2014 US Dollars, they can go to almost any place that sells basic
things for homes, and including paints and other secret stuff I don't
feel one bit cozy comfy getting into and having these blogs shut down
by the Snowden Society of BFA. Aniwho, they come back here, and
almost as 1-2-3-A-B-C, they could resurrect Jackson only there is no
need to, right lovely Florida Health Care Employee ESS member who was
being chased by another ESS member, when I first got down here; and
we can all hope that Mizz Kernan managed to evade her fifth
dimensional stalker, but seriously now; hay gimme' a break, they all
were reading my blogs in 2009, my kid, Presley's kid, and other
friends of hers, and got the idea to pull off a Bob Patterson
Cheatley Death Fake Deal, but moving on before a Molitolf cocktail
gets hewn through me' ol' winder, maitees, YARRRGH; yes Molina Hewn,
old English words are dying out, and not accepted by Mike Soft and
his hell wrecker system. How I cleave to the old days, I won't use a
fucking cellphone, and at least the locals cannot track me, right
local news peeps, see this is the freedoms you give up in exchange
for all this wizard-like fucking high-teck. Aniwho, YO; so these kids
in a gag, create the entire UFO/alien scare of this universe's past.
Why don't you all get a copy of a really mother fucking cool book by
a really cool nineties dude author by the name of Doctor Bruce
Goldberg? It is called, “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE”. He is
clueless to the ESS, but at least you will see a dude with a wall
filled with fucking degrees, talking extremely similar to Morianity
and the way the Head Morian talks, namely, ME!!!!!!! The WORD
DISAPPEARING HACK WAS JUST USED AGAINST ME, BOB MCDOWELL, IN CASE YOU
COULD GIVE A FUCKING SHIT. It was used as anyone can see, on my
previous blog, you all can see where a word was knocked off, towards
the latter section of that blog.
Yes,
free at last, drums beating
in both decades, blacks
in or out of the military,
and exploratrons chirping wildly in their signal energy dot states,
oh great lovely Maggie; hallelujah
I will be free at last, Martino King, great sir!!!!
No, Mizz
wonderful Twinbay, I am not
the most glass half full person
you will ever come to meet, back late in oh-eight. Sorry
girl. In any case, YO
sweetie,
here
is
the weather map
from the great and wonderful, non-powerful-Oz-Weather-Bug
System,
WEEEEE!!!!
Yes,
bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman,
and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in
your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes
me wonder what you knew back then as well,
along with hallway
communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends,
and Marola
and her school play insistence wisdom.
Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on
the topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
TANKS!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL
12
local South Florida TV.
Note: The
image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county
due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and
the map processing.
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Advisory
Colors Key
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Winter
Storm Watch
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Flood
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Non-Precipitation
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Flood
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My
blogs. Please archive them. Thank you.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
time keeps on chugging along with the great EAGLES BIRDS, into where
else but the future, to quote them, not the flying birds of course,
but then as Charity Trask and Pansy Faye say so well, “As long as
we last, we're all going to the future”, the great sixties soap
show, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE.
It
is always all about the money, or so says the GAP Kevin Trudeau from
the infomercials; but when we add Morianity into the mix, his truths
do not go away, but merely merge so delicately and passionately, and
perfectly; with what else BUTT:
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
WHAAAAAAAA-BIT,
WD!
GOOOLLLEEY
SARGE CARTER, USMC, and Doogie Howser, and the great
ESS-AMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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