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Morianity
was a great fucking experiment that failed, Edward Lynch and
Christopher Bennett. There is no general public, and I refuse to
keep fucking playing games with this garbage ass fucking
entertainment world of scum bag assholes who ruined my entire
life, and think it is mother fucking cunt funny. This weekend will
be the end of this entire project. It is so fucking cunt ashame
because it could have advanced humankind a million fucking years,
and if that sounds boastful to a soul, you are so wrong about me.
Facts are facts, and even Superman's dad knew about flying birds
and boastful truths.
Here
we go, Bob McDowell; Federal Communications Commission; the old
reliable never ending mother fucking twat twisted (`~HACK), what
else. SHEEEEEEEEIT!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
Arthur Crane, whether you are out here or not, and I would bet on
the NOT; stories tell themselves, and all things are connected.
Human ignorance makes me sick to my fucking guts.
Here comes the fucking
mouse hacking bullshit, Bob. What would this twisted up worthless
fucking cunt disease do, if they did not have me. It is only
ashame when I am dead and gone, that I will not be here to see
what they all fucking cunt do without being able to persecute and
harass me any more, as I am fucking cunt dead and gone!
When I was
experiencing this video fucking shit like never bvefore early this
year; things began to happen in a linear illusion in time that
make dots appear to connect. Nothing really does you know, it all
is a bunch of fuckiGN worthless horse shit. Still, that powerful
fucking shit with the nightmare with the Radio Shack dude who
fucked up my car, then look how on the way back from getting my
last thing back at that asshole man's repair shop; was when while
driving home after stopping at a store for a little food, my car
switch was struck, and boom, what really waas the difference
between an employee hitting my car with his car and damaging it,
or the Milituforce causing damage and breakdown with their
satellite enemy technology? Fudge is fudge and shit is shit, and
never the twain shall meet unless you want to experience the REAL
MEANING OF THE WORD INTENSE, whoever you are who changed my bio
for the better, sir/ma'am. Hay if you forgot my experience on the
first day of this spring, fine, but I did not. Let me paste it in,
for you wonderful awesome bunch, maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
fell under a super
attack from the MILI-2-FORCE as they
woke me out of a horrendous fucking nightmare experience in a
parallel universe where a Radio Shack employee had totally banged up
my automobile in the parking lot and he told me this as I was ringing
up some items I was purchasing at the Shack, and he was heavy set and
short and had average male length brown hair, no glasses, about 5
feet 2 and 280 pounds, wearing dark color clothes. We
went out and he was showing me the incredible damage both to his
vehicle and mine. I remember the very strange items I was purchasing
that over here, I would never ever have any reason to.
Then I remember a dog in the window of a nearby car running down and
across the lot and across the street and down a road that was tee
intersecting the main road where the parking lot was on, and the dog
suddenly was with another dog and they got in front of me, and then
the employee was in front of me and so were both our cars, and then a
sign was displaying on a porch of a nearby house saying, “Speedship
Sunram Distance Elimination System”. Then I noticed nasty
chemtrailing above me, and then the voice of a child was in my ears,
and I turned around and there was no one anywhere. The voice kept
screaming and then screamed my name over and over, and yet no one was
around, and even the employee disappeared, and the two vehicles and
the dogs. Then I awoke with a bang, and here in this universe where I
appear to be back awake in tangible reality and now typing this blog
on my open office program on my PC, there was a child at my door,
making a lot of noise. I did not open my door until this went on and
on and finally, I opened it, and nobody was out in the hall and all
was quiet. This was around 10 minutes shy of 11 this morning. As I
speak now at 5 past fucking noon, a major death android angel attack
is happening on my LEFT SIDE. After I turned on my TV and video
machine, after closing my door and being up and awake for the day,
the video machine that was fucked up from the electrical outage and
began to operate again for a short while, went totally out on me.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, just as it began yesterday afternoon
around half past four or a little past, one fire alarm after another
was going off and then stopped, and then continued to go again, and
it began all over again, over and over, so I got dressed and went
fucking cunt lapping downstairs to check it out. A bunch of weird
trucks were all outside of the parking lot exit double doors, and
they are working on this system for whatever reason, nobody can ever
tell me dick licking pussy juice around here. WOW, if you check out
WALL STREET TODAY, and the stock charts, you will most likely see
something go bang just a tad shy of eleven this cunt chewing ass
morning, YO YO YO YO YO YO, and where are you SEABOTTOM, I thought
you wanted to occasionally communicate with me regarding ICPE, and
these blogs are nothing
but ALL ABOUT ICPE and the persecution
of me as a result of this extremely fucking covert technology???????
Well, I suppose you got real busy again, no
prob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all are living lives that we must
live, there is not one bit of Gary Stone choice after the same two
exact things happened back to back, right Professor Sidewalk Science
Organ-Player?????? WOW, JOANNE-1979!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh the gods, if
this is my hazing initiation with the freaking ass ESS,
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ SURFER FONTY; I would say bring it, but THEY'RE
FUCKING BRINGING IT ALREADY,
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
does life stink and suck when you are the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON. I guess
two of us are depressed now, DAVID MOPED KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come to
court with your nice clean hands and keep your pants from going the
way of any Progressive Insurance Salesman, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hot
Gravy Smokers Emmy-Loo Class-Trips from 1972, AHA-AHA-AHA. Sorry
Taffy, I was way too stupid and young to know what I had that day at
the Empire State Building, and I even told my lovely blond Amy to
“DROP DEAD”. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you Dan
Mackey?????????? McDowell grew up and became that later part of
himself, ask anyone in Fort Wayne, or just my wonderful super
talented great daughter. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!
That
tape has been taken apart and thrown into three separate trash piles.
It has caused me nothing
but HAZING-HELL
since it entered this apartment, but thank the goddess that I did not
have any clocks running off of regular copyrighted
time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
Jesus in Sahasra.
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THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Oh
Lordess
(SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in
a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals.
WOW
MACY STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be
further explored, once I post the standard paste in below:
SEPTEMBER
26, 2014,
EARLY
FRIDAY EVENING AT 5:33
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE---(H-88/L-73)
CURRENT
HUMIDITY IS 79%, FEELS 94, YUK YUK!!!
COULD
BE WORSE, I COULD BE UPPATREE CHUCK DOING FUCKING LIFE FOR MURDER,
HUH DAVE L.SMITH?
There
is more going on with ten grand Joe, Big Red, Darius Deezy, the
local hood gangs around here, the PHA, the entire power structures
both local and not local, medical, military, criminal justice and
honest law abiding peeps, it does not mean a thing, and is all part
of a huge parlor trick fucking cunt ass illusion. Pieces may seem to
fit on a surface level, but underneath, shit goes fuckiGN down that
no normal person would be able to be made fully aware of, and
maintain their cunt chewing fucking sanity, I promise you!!!!!!!!!
If this was a fair world with justice, I would be far wealthier than
my distant asshole Cousin Donald with his ten measly billion USD. I
am owed more like 100-500. Fuck your rotten 10. They all know it,
and I will die broke, and fucked up, and at their sick twisted
unmerciful hands, just as did pitiful Jesus, 2000 years ago. Believe
any other story outside of this, and you're believing one whopper of
a fucking presidential bear hug lie. From Morianity with love, to
Russia and back and then straight up to dam ass Washington, this is
truth. Call me a Birchbeer Crawford Liar for all I care, I am dam
ass very fucking used to this treatment. I know the mother fuckiGN
cunt truth, so help me GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To
quote my old pal General George Patton, “that's all that's
important”, actually to keep it accurate since I am quoting this
great American hero; he said it is only important that he knows, it
does not matter if his troops under him know, when he is on a
rambunctious rant and exaggerating every so often, and could be
quite intimidating to many common foot soldiers. Just thought I'd be
cute here and tie in a whittle fucking correlation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
number 42,000,
from how much I owed an auto repair shop, in a nightmare not all
that long ago; or what took place in some more distant hyperspace to
be more accurate, while I was dreaming through one of my more
non-localized parallel universe doubles, AKA 'doppelgangers'; but
this is a major number, and it also was a major event in hyperspace
for reasons not yet fucking told on any of my previous blogging
texts, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I tell all
of it, I promise any friends of my daughter, good close ones, that
she knows all about that number, ask her. Then if she can hold a
straight face and tell you otherwise, WOW, would I love to hear a
whittle tweety bird comment back how fullabulla shit I am, yeah,
right, only I'm fucking not. But I will tell you one thing as
revenge for today's super noise siege. Call this my most recent
RAT-TAT-FOOTBALL revenge secret (RTFRS) not to be confused with
assholes that won't read their manuals when they purchase electronic
items, you know, (RTFM).
Certain
truths open great locks people, more than any master keyring set
ever could hope to on its best day. Truth at its epitome
relinquishes shackles in the true highest realm where we exist. I
know this, and I know I am still searching for stuff, and wouldn't
dream of denying that to my followers and viewers, not for a dam ass
nano-minute. If you knew enough shit; you would not need to ever use
a key or a combination or a password or anything, ever again. This
to say the least would disrupt current society that is no where near
ready to take a hyper Rubik's cube technology to the level of usage
in every day interaction in the world around us. Still, disruptive
as it may be, it is there, it exists, and it is still far away from
our present day limited society. But bear in mind, that future times
of parallel universes are indeed out there coexisting fifth
dimensionally with all of us right here and right now, and some of
these peeps there, DO KNOW about all of this, and it is called in
many of these futures, ZDT, for Zero-Dimensional Technology. But the
next best thing to it while we wait to understand that a little bit,
as we now are as ants would be if compared to a nation such as the
USA with its nuclear power capabilities. LSS peeps, there are some
magical truths that because numbers are actual electromagnetic
vibrations, and words make sounds that also are vibrations,
electronically; there are combinations of sounds as well as numeric
values, that not only work similarly to Gawky Gaukauk's
numerological system, but totally in an unrelated way, work less
magically, and more closer to powerful true technologies yet to be
discovered, based on removing all dimension from equations and yet
still have a way of working with them. Sounds impossible, yes, and
so did rocket science and nuke bombs, 1000 years ago. Adding and
multiplying are the two most common arithmetic functions, as the
other two reverse ones are just that, they are like darkness is to
light. Subtraction is just anti-addition, and division is just
anti-multiplication. Ask any math teacher, or local college prof.
The two most powerful numbers on this planet are '7' and '12'. With
these and using the basic functions of arithmetic, I have shown how
the digit 1-9-8-4 is created. But there are other more complicated
items. Zeros digits are involved and are quite magical. You see if
you divide by zero, you can prove that 1=2 in a somewhat lengthy
algebraic polynomial expression, I know, I used to have fun doing
this, with David Leigh Smith back in Haddonfield in early 1971.
Speaking of this place, Bob McDowell, they just struck me with a
(WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK). Back to the point now. 000 as in thousand
and 42, and again, using 7 and 12, and the two great arithmetic
functions of addition and multiplication; takes us to a lot of
possible numbers. However, when these numbers are compared with
ultra complex word groupings that I have never ever discussed yet in
Morianity; it tells a longer and bigger story than these entire 9
years now, of blogs. But it does one other thing. It agrees with
them. There is no puzzle banging, there is no Beth the baby-sitter,
and there is no 1970 Mary Tyler Moore television show. This all
takes place not in the future, and not in the past; but right here
in 2014. The movers and shakers understand some of this, I know this
to be true and am not going any further today, with this. Still, I
have shaken up, as David Charles Roth might put it back in 1998;
quite a hornets nest. John and Photeous from just down the block a
dozen or so yards from McGuire's great hotel and bar of the 20th
century; in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; had other ways of
describing inquisitor/invader Mountainpen, around those same times.
But let me move this over to a psychic who was real, and what is a
real psychic? Someone who makes money conning us assholes. They have
power all right. There is a special pipeline that has recently over
10-15 years, declined and narrowed like a 119 year old's arteries.
But it is opening again, and it's kept more secret than Houdini and
all the other magic makers (magicians) and their industry. You can
be killed in your sleep if you divulge certain prestidigitator
secrets, just as you can be, if you reveal Masonic top secrets, and
so forth, this is real, people, not a bunch of 333 stuff, or dropped
on my head 444 stuff minus 4 to give my wonderful awesome daughter
her daily laugh when she reads her print out copy of this later on
this weekend; but yes; I'm
here to tell you, that the psychic PAULA UWICH who hurt me so badly
in 1996, was placed there nearby me, by the hip-hop/rap modern
industry music world,
call it all whatever name floats anyone's boat out here, as names
are names. This is very serious fuckiGN shit I am talking to you all
about on this dam fucking ass blog, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
was this done to me. First off, I have my Cousin Donald to thank for
this, and he has no idea that he is sharing a double life without
even traveling in hyperspace. Secondly, I can thank my stupid self
for not believing the ADA Ron Wirtz Senior when he told me Dave was
doing some spurious things. Dave answered back to me that it must
now be considered spurious and nefarious to be searching for a
clunker automobile to purchase, and to attempt to secure a minimum
wage security guard job. This was a great answer, as he did not mean
that what he was doing that day, was spurious. No normal person is
in contact with every single female recording artist, with a
correspondence in those olden days of snail-mail letters back and
forth, and he had stacks of them. He also knew and corresponded with
the Director of the entire National Security Agency after he
retired, Mister Oliver North. He knew about secret parties held with
NSA folks such as North's private Secretary, Mizz Fawn Hall, and how
they partied well with lots of no no stuff. My point is that when I
am all through telling my story, and if the Mayo Clinic can save my
life, without them getting to them and stopping it, just as they
made dam fucking sure that Dawn-Marie King died on New Years Day in
2011, after she had expended her usefulness to them, and got me
totally forever screwed. This is only the very beginning of how my
car ended up in this non localized hyperspace repair garage, and me
owing the mechanics in that shop, a total of $42,000.00. This
involves why a highway was never built in this world and this
universe, that goes from Washington, DC, all the way through
Hammonton, New Jersey and into Trenton, the capitol, passing right
through town as MAIN STREET, and passing the Cifaloglio job site, as
well. This garage exists not all that far from FBI AGENT STEVE
CARUSO'S rental home, in Hammonton, at 831 Thirteenth Street. It
also is all near the skating rink in town, and the red light where I
got burnt that day in spring time of OHM-9, and this ended the
financial collapse of the evil empire and its evil fucking WALL
STREET. I was hit hard by a major enemy MILITUFORCE assault, while
waiting for that mother fuckiGN traffic light to change to green for
me, and this is a day, like many others, that I will never ever
forget, and probably think about it somewhere around 2,127,528,464
times a year. Would you waste your time thinking about anything two
and an eighth billion times a year? SHEEEEEEEEEEIT Hans Brinker and
all Silverhands Jefferson Hackers. Yes folks, we indeed are, moving
towards the 15 year. Just
don't EVER EVER EVER INGRID EVER, say I did not tell you!
Is that a fair deal, Munster Dan??????????????
GREAT
GODDESS DIANA, IWALU SO PG.
LAST
NIGHT, DIANA WAS ALL OVER ME FOR A LONG TIME. HER LIGHTNING WAS
BEYOND INDESCRIBABLE, UNFATHOMABLE, AWESOME, AND SPECTACULAR TIMES A
MILLION. RIBBONS, CLOUD-GROUND-BOLTS, INTRA-CLOUD-BOLTS, COLOR
COMBOS, DESIGNS TOO COOL TO VERBALIZE; I COULD GO ON, BUT MY BB
DRIVES ME BEYOND NUTS AS TOTAL SHIT, AND SHE KNOWS IT. THANK YOU MY
ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning,
you're all MINE!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
ask the great Gary Stone,
should you not wish to take my word for it. I am quite sure that the
mighty land owner, 'BIG-O' will confirm sending my mom that lovely
post card in 1988, to our Moorestown address. How
I just love
that wonderful, adorable, and terrific entertainment industry; and
the media in general. WHAAAAAA!!!!!!! YUK-YUK
MCNULTY.
We
will save a lot of these road trips for the next half dozen blogs, I
never forget anything, no matter what these jerk off enemies ever do
to me and they know that they will have to kill me, Mizz
Bondi, Florida State Attorney General,
in order to shut me up. I will go on telling and telling, and
McNulty and the crew can go on laughing and laughing, all the way to
the bottom of the sea with Sarah Krassle, Captain
Crane, and Dutch Doctors with silver ice skates, and other powerful
Sarah Krassle type entities;
that
endlessly revolve around the
Mountainpen, throughout time and eternity.
For right now Cali-Kali,
call-ten, Callio,
it is not time yet to say unto all of you, nighty-nite, and
BYE-BYE!!! Hay let me never forget Misses
Callisurdo,
while I'm fucking at it here, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
LOTS
OF COMPUTER HACKING, FCC, BOB MCD!
The
657 Chris Blum BLUES, no peeps, I don't know most everything. I only
know what I know, and the rest is a blank mystery. Now what I do
know about, is math and odds. Let me try and explain, as this is
the blog, and as the great Judge Judy on the court-TV show says so
well; the rest is filler. All the pwetty colors and all the charts
and diagrams and graphs and photos and all of it, just a lot of
filler shit to grab a little attention; so my blogs might just get
read someday by a few more people, only it ain't working, so I'll
have to figure out another way of operating soon. But that is for a
later time for me to be worried about. But let us look at what
happened in early July of 2008, because people; this is so major,
that of course no one will believe anything that I say; but I am
saying it anyway. So laugh all you want to at me world, and you too,
Mike McNulty, AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLUES,
no peeps, I don't “know
most everything”.
I only know what I know, and the rest is a blank mystery.
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>LET'S
NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT HURRICANES.
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BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM
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WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
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MOONS
ARE PALPING UP ALL OVER, STEVE WEAGLE!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. Well, you can stay here in this dream as
present-you as long as you want, and if any of my viewers were real
and not agents, one would by now say, tell us the secret
Mountainpen, as what is the downside to trying to prove me wrong,
and by staying silent, you are endlessly again, Clarence Harris,
just proving me eternally correct. I know for a fuckiGN fact that
nobody out here wants to die the way that I do, and wanting to die
stops it, just as wanting to live forever, stops that too, but try
not to tax your minds great people, just to hear words from Moron
Mountainpen, SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!
So
does any or all of this shit fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair
hyperspace experience of earlier in the year; and if so; just
exactly how? Well, I told you, so keep your dumb ass looking
suspenders on there, Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3>>>>>
WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, I THINK
'MAILPERSONS' ARE JUST FINE!!!!
ON
THE ASTRAL-PLANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES.
IN
HYPERSPACE, I AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS,
THAT I AM A ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A
PERSECUTED POOR OLD DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG,
THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE
WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE ILL,
WITH ONE OF UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE SICK
DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I AM
NO HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!! All
of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately
mother fucking hard to please people, and get along. All I get for
my trouble is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation,
yet I knew by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was
real, and Jim Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of
this, that day on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful
comments and statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote
Gabby from MC's great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I
on the other hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my
miner years, or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember?
Oh well, in or out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I
wrote a song very late in the year, that was copyrighted early in
1987, and was titled as the full project, “You Call That Music?”,
I admit to using a little humor about miners and minors, not that
all the gold in the dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for
sexual abuse, and especially repeated abuse victims, am I right
lovely Detective Olivia Benson, and partner Detective Elliot
Stabler? And now I ask, does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'',
Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?
HOLY
CALLIO-1997!!!!!!!!
SUP SABRINA COLLINS?
WHERE
DID IT ALL REALLY BEGIN, RESORTS HOTEL? MORE SCARED TO LOSE MONEY OR
YOUR GREAT LIFE, CUZ?
501
years ago, Mister Christopher Blum, Florida was born, as we know it,
not the land, but who wants to own any of that except
for fucking Oprah and the Donald?
Still and all, ''like who gives a shit''? Crissake, gimme' a break
already, 1983 Copyright Office Examiners,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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