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FEBRUARY
5, 2015,
LATE
THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 61 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-72/L-61)
HUMIDITY
IS 90% AND WIND CHILL IS 58 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE NORTH AT 13, GUSTING TO 30.
LIKE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
HOLY
SHIT IS THIS POOR FUCKING BLOG DYING. 900 JOULES PLEASE, CLEAR, DIANA
THE SUBATOMIC PARTICLE, REVIVE. WELL, IT IS IN THE CARDS OF DESTINY.
IF THIS BLOG DIES, FUCK IT, THEN IT DIES. IF YOU THINK I AM GOING TO
SIT HERE EATING PIG SWEAT MIXED WITH GOOSE YUK, WELL, YOU CAN ALL
JUST GO AND FORGET IT. THERE ARE MANY THINGS THAT I CAN DO WITH THE
REST OF MY CUNT CHEWING LIFE, AND GET OFF OF THIS INTERNET GARBAGE.
Oh
well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see that ever
since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send it to me
electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song
from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP OF THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH
NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP BACK ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST
SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude who knew just how powerful
and real all this horrible shitty hell in my life really was,
especially pertaining to any remotest connection to music and
music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type. He knew it
because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this very same
affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to for years,
after saving to buy a high end drum set from a Philadelphia music
store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to start up his
Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason, and was not
repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some mileage, maybe
even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David Roth maintained
his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to music, was HIS
THING, as we ''sixties kids'' used to say back in the great days. My
friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man
was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we
once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He
most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store
job, where we were night time security guards together, while the
store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and
it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113
Store. Well this is all ancient history in the universe I now type
this. But there are zillions of others where it won't even get around
to happening until later this year. Ask Michio Kaku if Quantum
Physics ain't a dam bitch and a half. He might say I am too kind, and
add in another half for a rounded off two, at least in some universes
if you asked this of him, he would definitely do that. Ask if if that
is a lie as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Dan Mackey, can O please
say ''W—O—W'' right about now? ''Pass to Shapiro'', Mister HTHS
Kerns; and a Macy's WOW-PASS too, if you please.
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I'll
never forget the day that my mom and I walked up those spiral stairs
to the top of that New Jersey lighthouse on the north end of Long
Beach Island, when I was a small child. Yet, a much stronger piece of
mental energy is interacting within my memories, when the great Sarah
Callio took me up to a lighthouse and locked me up inside on the top
of it and I couldn't get out. One window was large and looked out to
the beautiful Atlantic Ocean. The opposite small window faced a
street, and it had un-attachable field glasses like when you visit
the Empire State Building and go up to the Observation Tower. When I
peered through the glasses, I would then see Sarah coming down this
street, in her ever so glamorous looking brilliantly flashy white
sports car with a solid gold trim racing line all around it. She
would stop and I could hear the echo through the wind loud and clear,
as she would call out the name, ''JOJO,
JOJO, JOJO''.
Then I came to remember that she often takes me to this place and
does this very same thing. As long as her family doesn't identify
themselves telepathically to me or jeer at me how low my monthly blog
page-hits are falling to, or cut out my lungs and turn them into
bright cherry red washcloths, and then squeeze them and make blood
come out all over, or call me 'booby', I guess I'll 'survive', Mizz
Gainer!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I want the word, I can go to the word. If I want the highway, I can
drive over to I-95 just a couple miles to my west. If I want to hear
Frank Callio's magical stereo system of 1976, up here in 2015, I can
go a small way up Orange Avenue towards the highway, and turn to the
right, to my last residence up in th effort Pierce, Florida hood.
Those dudes up there know how to pound away and be blasting all
through the AM. Well, like anyone gives a shit about this, Donald;
hay, do you?
Good-bye
to dark horse fucking Jane, with my nice new shittle sticky paper up
on the screen as page ten of ten nears a close, TEE HEE HEE Lilly
freaking Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is she darker than that old early
seventies rock group though I wonder, Jason Cali Forrest Crook Donna
Summer??????????????????????
Another place
you might have seen these spotted dogs was in the two Disney
movies. The first one, 101 Dalmatians,was animated, and it
came out in 1961. It was based on a 1956 novel by Dodie Smith. The
second movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in 1996, and it had
real dogs and actors in it, including Glenn Close as Cruella De
Vil. I only mention Glenn Close because she is one of Mom's
favorite actors.
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT
ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU
AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS
EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM
CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also
the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different
windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive
quite naturally, many varying and different views.
The
originally posted up 2007 website of
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
is and has been down a long time, and was only up for two years, as
it cost a few bucks, and I do not have a few bucks to spare. On this,
was lots of text information about how I reside in eternity as a
large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed
me and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN, she placed many
black spots all over my body and allowed me to speak in words, and
gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the
word for polka dot, and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots
and splotches all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah
Krassle, there, and even here in the mortal realm, so long as she
permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER and HER
wonderful GREAT CITY. I know my ex business partner is hooked up
somehow with this, maybe without any conscious recollection, as he
wrote a song in the late last century or maybe the very start of this
one, and the music was used almost note for note by that movie this
other blogger refers to, CDV. I called Paul ten years ago or more and
tried to reach Sally Starr, our mutual friend, but she wanted no more
to do with me and made it quite clear, what exactly I ever did to her
I do not know, just more famous folks that endlessly love to distance
themselves from loser-me, and leave me in a trail of worthless dust.
Still, Paul-Joe, if you made some money on this, I am very happy for
you. If you really did not, I would contact Disney peeps and I will
witness for you that I heard this song and used to have your tape
before the great family got all my stuff forever away from me, YO.
Yes folks, the true origin of this breed has both a heavenly and an
Earthly story. You'll find my story here in Morianity's many long
teachings. As I said, the web-page is now long gone due to lack of
funds. Kate
and I ran out of money, BMI and ASCAP, I know you heard my tape I
sent you! Play dead all you want to, I know what goes down.
Enjoy yourself Billy PIP Mummy. I
want all of this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's
class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other
authorities out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, MY GINA!!!!!
WATCH
THE ALL TIME HIGH BE SET ON FRIDAY, TOMORROW AT OVER
EIGHT-TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T EVER LISTEN TO MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT ME, FOLKS, BE STUPID. THIS TELLS ME MY LAW SUIT WON'T
WORK TOO. I HAVE COME TO TRUST QUITE MOTHER FUCKING IMPLICITLY, THE
OMNIDIRECTIONAL REALITY OF ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY. AS I SPEAK AT 5:27,
THERE IS AN ILLEGAL PERSECUTING ENEMY AIRCRAFT OVER MY APARTMENT,
FAA, FBI, AND SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
Magnesonic, I command you on all orders, all technologies, to scan
and crush destruct all these wicked MILITUFORCE ENEMIES OF
MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hear my
MIND-VOICE-PRINT. Use an 'I' to 'D', A-B TONE, phasing punishment
sequencing system. All of you will be totally mother fuckiGN
obliterated and wiped out and totally completely cunt huffing
destroyed.
Oh
boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy,
life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life
stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life
stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks!!!!!!
I
feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in
a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she
was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron
to human coded communications. I
feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in
a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she
was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron
to human coded communications.
I
feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in
a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she
was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron
to human coded communications.
That
cunt eating airplane attack shot me with a death bowels beam and sent
me running for my cunt chewing fucking toilet. It is now nearly an
hour later at eleven past six this evening, and it is overcast and
darkening around here.
SAGA
OF NON-SONGWRITER MARK MUD
CHAPTER
00031
Let
me tell this now. Read over the past five or so blogs before this one
and see how the word disappearing hack is back with a dick licking
fucking vengeance. Also, Wordpress's hack earlier this morning is the
persecution they did to me so as to give the DOW another huge boost
when it pened just a few hours or so later on today. This is all
illegal covert activity, and all of you mother fuckers that stand by
and watch this and won't lift a finger, you'll all get yours. Within
the lifetimes of your rotten mother fuckiGN kids, I promise you, this
will start striking you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You think you will be
better than me in beating it if it does come into your personal
space, I know this. That is how arrogant fuckiGN humans truly are,
and I know that for a fact from doing three decades of hard time here
on this Earth-Prison. You won't fare one ninety ninth as well and you
won't last a mother fucking full moon. But you'll remember me and
these blogs. I'll be dead and gone. You'll cry out to me and hope I
can somehow help you. But even if I could,
assholes, WHY THE FUCKING SHIT WOULD I EVER BEGIN TO EVEN WANT TO IN
THE LEAST??????????????????
I
told you when a weekend is as bad as my weekend was last weekend, the
stock market would go up a thousand points, well it did, Ann King.
Was this fair??????????????? Red head
non Ed said this same little rhyme to me, over five years ago, by
way of the great powerful United States non-counted-mail service.
They just fucking hacked out a word, BOB MCDOWELL. You looked great
on TV the other day, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are
you and Johnny Fucker Faster when I need you guys, forget about
fucking voice-mail's and Walmart's and cool daughters. I'll take the
computer to the FBI Office in Jacksonville when I go up there later
in the spring to the fucking Mayo non Myo heavy clinic, and then,
maybe that will be how I
magne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There
are going to be killer fuckiGN twisters, major flooding, and horrible
weather destruction patterns; along with super dam major fuckiGN
killer crippling earthquakes all around this fucked up globe. Watch
and see, for all this shit you're fuckiGN doing to fuckiGN
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just watch and fuckiGN see. IPYT lads and
lassies!!!!!!!
Not
only did I TELL YOU THE MARKET WOULD CLIMB A FUCKING THOUSAND POINTS
THIS WEEK ON MY BROKEN CUNT EATING FUCKING ASS BACK AND CALLED IT
WITH PERFECT ACCURACY AND YOU ALL KNOW IT AND ARE SLOBBERING RIGHT
DOWN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING CHINS AND I KNOW THAT; BUT I ALSO TOLD MANY
THINGS RECENTLY. THEY THINK I CANNOT WIN A LAWSUIT, AND THEY WILL
FIND OUT. IF I CANNOT AN ATTORNEY TO TAKE MY CASER, I WILL FILE MY
OWN FUCKING PLAINTIFF PAPERS, AND NO LAW IN THIS FUCKED UP LAND SAYS
THAT I CANNOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY THIS TIME TWO YEARS
DOWN THE LINE, I WILL BE A 'FUCKIGN' MILLIONAIRE. BANK ON IT
ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
remember on the mother fucking fifth day of October in 2008 when I
did an early morn in g blog just past midnight, and then an early
afternoon blog later that same day, from Judge Raso's home at 65
Middle Road, Hammonton, New Jersey, USA? I talked about hackers and
keystroke worms and even the Access Nation episode, on the mighty
fuckiGN ''Law & Order'' television show, and told how a criminal
who believed his sike dock had betrayed him, sent a worm into her
computer, and then after she opened up an e-mail, it was just as if
he was in her PC, as her screen and her keyboard were right there on
his PC without her ever knowing about it? Well again today the news
is buzzing all fuckiGN over about more hackers and internet threats.
Let me tell you a little about comparing all of this with the ESS.
Good old viruses and worms and Trojan horses and so on.
Virus-vire-ESS, ''whatever'', Congressman, old 1975 pal; a really
accomplished TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) for short, can be every bit the
same as this vire-ESS. It is as if all of us who are not in th eclub,
are nothing but puppets for them to pull strings on any mother
fuckign time that they so desire. And many times they do it for no
other reason than because, THEY CAN!!!!!!! You know in your hearts,
some of you, few you may fucking be, THAT I MAKE SENCE. I know you
fucking know this. You just don't have th efucking balls to climb
aboard and join with me in this incredible fight against them. I came
to leatrn just how real the fucking WALL of cosmos is in th eyear
1983 when I tried to get my weird telephone persecution stopped. I
could not believe that someone could do illegal things relentlessly
to fucking me and get away with it. Well, in theory they can't. But
in reality, VIRE-ESS changes all of what we perceive to be truth and
reality, and literally flips it on its ear, to quote Diana Ross here,
inside out and upside down, boy you're turning me.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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