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THIS
IS NOT YET POSTED, AS THIS IS STILL IN THE MYSTERIOUS REALM OF
PHOTON-PROJECTION, AKA (THE
FUTURE).
Many
things are true and real, and no one who is not experiencing similar
things can ever hope to know that it is so. If one is not relating,
one can never truly understand. ''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
Ten
years ago today, I drove home from my
security-guard job in New Jersey, at the
Cifaloglio truck and dump service. The actual place where
things were taken to on that property, was called a
'transfer-station'. In any case,
call it a slender lady at the beach, or a big fat toy top; when I
drove home to where I was living with Ann and Dawn King, at 65
Middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey; I shortly crashed, and fell
into a very troubled sleep in my room. Within a
few hours, I suddenly found myself up on Long Island at my daughter's
house, only then, I was not calling it
that, and merely thought of all of this
as some weird semi-connected jumbled up scatterbrained pieces from
some hellish sicko's diseased and disjointed nightmares! A lot
has happened to me in those 3,652 days (ten years), but I find myself
as I do every 3,652 grouping of days later, absolutely unchanged.
Nothing is really worse or better, everything is a continual never
ending nightmare, and nothing really in all honesty makes one tiny
iota bit of mother fucking sense!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are indeed a lot of wild things going on around me, and yes, many of
them are right here where I have a physical body, and many are in
parallel alternate realities and dimensions where
I go and “DREAM” as the rest of you call these
experiences. Still, if it was all just some totally unconnected
event, you know, dreaming; then why is all of
it so powerfully connected indeed? Last night, I had all sorts
of major unpleasant bullshit happening. One of the events was sitting
in a large room with a huge bucket of ice tea. The bucket was a five
gallon paint bucket colored bright white. Why am I dreaming of food
and drinks all of a sudden, as in vanilla fudge ice cream, and now
ice tea? Without using a little bit of the biblical-TSE or at least
Freudian Psych dream interpretation or
(FPDI) for short, it would seen totally meaningless and quite
nonsensical, would it naut, Mizz Blake from 1983, mahm???????
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT
but, wonderful AATS PEEPS and other Blogaudians out here whoever you
may be; it comes crystal clear when I incorporate what this hot-shot
dude has told me! Even his nickname is unfathomably wild, that is
until we add it all up together and STOP seeing the fifth dimensional
hyperspace as nothing but the unconscious mind going bizzark and
misfiring while our bodies lay resting on a nice whittle cozy ass bed
every damn ass night, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Hey Mister Schleigh up
there in Camden, New Jersey, in early 1981 somewhere, at the
illustrious Mac Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant yo; “BE
REAL”. And yes, that mother fucking ass WORTHLESS
MICROSUCKS SPELLchecker, refuses to tell me the correct
spelling of the word “bizerk”, and I
have tried a dozen fucking cunt possibilities, Mizz Elisabeth
Montgomery. No not endless ones, but still Lenny sir, it is the fifth
damn day of the tenth month and it has been ten solid years since I
drove home that MOUUURNING and fell into that
mind boggling dream of repressed memories flooding
back to me!!!!!!
There
are some really fucking sick things going on and later when the time
is more correct and more apropos here folks, I will get very specific
into the details. Anyone who does not see how powerful my secrets are
here in this cosmos is a BLIND PATHETIC FOOL. That much I will dare
to say right now folks. Every time the stock market and the economy
go into extremely VOLATILE periods where the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL
AVERAGES go way up and way down in triple digit points day after day,
and roller coaster Dorney Park all around, this is ALWAYS WHEN I AM
PICKED ON THE MOST AND SHIT ON ME IS ABSURDLY EXTREME AND MONSTROUS
AND TO SAY THE VERLY LEAST, INCONCEIVABLY DANGEROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
mother and I were nearly brutally covertly murdered on many occasions
back in the eighties and nineties with all of this horrendous
monstrous mother fucking horse shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For her
goddessdamn sake peeps, I am glad she is long dead and gone and no
longer suffering along with her pitiful son, me, with all of this
MILITUFORCE EPITOME OF EVIL AND ROTTEN DISEASED WICKEDNESS AND
UNFATHOMABLE SIN!!!!!!!
The
mighty 'WITCH' “may”
not have been Sarah Callio
or Paula King,
but rather good old PATTY-H.
I don't know, and I
am not here to defame or accuse anyone of anything,
but to reiterate, I
said, 'MAY',
and MAY is the operative word,
and I have every right in the world to worry and wonder, just so
long as I do not accuse
directly without
having real court evidence
to back up any claims that I make.
SHERIFF
KJM
SIR; every single morning this week, these ILEGAL PEOPLE in my next
door apartment, number
605, hammer very
loudly on my wall, and it never stops, even after reporting this to
the damn office. They did address the rodent problem, sending an
employee over to properly bait six traps and place them strategically
around this rotten ass apartment. So far, nothing. He came over right
after I posted the previous blog, but let's get down to cases here;
Mister
Russ
Thaxton,
and Mister
Tom
Glenn;
and maybe some other 'FIRE and
FIRE SONG'
survivors, yo! Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
I have absolutely nothing against these people, but it all falls
under the category of the great misunderstood GUTHERMAN SYNDROME. Oh
boy, here it goes again, the goddamn fire alarm is sounding, and I
spoke to soon, and
now it stopped again.
I
will bet these mother fuckers are testing it again which means that I
will suffer with this off and on sound for half an hour or more,
these pricks do not miss a trick when they are determined to mother
fucking persecute me to death, yes, they are testing it and it is
going off and mother fucking on, sir Sheriff.
Yes sir, we
had mothers who gave us some great advice,
as well as great words of 'Marcucci's great wisdom', so I will let
all of that be for right now, Mizz Latengrate Doris Day. WEEEEEEEEE
THAT, sir Chester-Frank.
Yes you said that you know who you
are. I am very glad
that you do, old pal. You
may be one of the very few persons
on this ball
of blue and white puke
who
does!!!!!! If I
could prove all the shit that
I fully believe has fantastic odds for being true,
after all of the damn ass shit that I've seen and witnessed, and
been put through, for the past four decades or so now peeps; I
WOULD BE A REGISTERED
PLAINTIF
IN A COURT OF LAW, TOMORROW MORNING,
but
I cannot prove shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is exactly what it is, 'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang
is
exactly what it is,
'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434).
Yes
Tom Glenn, it was indeed time for
another great 'fire song' to
come out. But then you seemed to know quite a lot of other
interesting things, and in fact, looking back now into the nasty ass
fucking total mess, you seemed to know way too much that would make
any real sense in a logical rational world, unless
of course, you already were in with good old Patty. After-all
it was you who told me that opera was such a wonderful art form, and
even got me listening after that, despite those late night crazy fits
of the awesome Haddon Hills lady, Misses Maria Stromyer, from 1967
and 1968. My mom and I played a cool game when I was in my late
teens, where we would imitate something said by a person who we both
knew and were aware of them saying that thing, and then the other had
to guess who it was. I told of aunt Geraldine Snow Mason who told me
in the summer time of the year 1971, “Spare
me Mahk,
spare me”. Oh dahling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEIT!!!! My pal Mister NG-ADS told me
late last year that some of the groupation that is studying
Morianity and discussing it on a regular basis is of the belief that
my mom shared these stories during
coffee breaks or lunch breaks at her shipping company, with
the really cool coworker office lady friend of hers, “PATTY”.
Don't think for a moment he said to me, that she wouldn't have
laughed with her over all the characters we knew, including the
imperfect Bruce Allen Pennock, who of
course back then was 'only human'. And
then later became one half of the two crazy cursing dude crackpots
from New Jersey, under the rule and reign of the great Almighty WFMU
Internet Radio, and the mighty Mister Jason Forrest 'other' Harrah
Donna Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event after he said this to me,
he then added, “See how it all fits together”? Well, actually I
do, but there is a ton more of this dogshit
from DOGTOWN, AKA HELL on the Astral Plane or the
Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer from the days of musical
antiquity, I “may have to reevaluate”
some stuff. The magical period between the years of 1975
while moving into Linden Hill, through the half decade period
leading into 1980 and moving into Robin Hill,
is where there are not only major fucking things to address and place
on MY LIFE-JOURNAL-SYSTEM, but also,
take out of moth balls, and realize that again, just as three
years earlier in 1972, I MAY VERY WELL BE
BLOCKING MAJOR FUCKING SHIT ABOUT MAJOR FUCKING THINGS, and
especially things pertaining to a very powerful witch by the name of
Patricia Hollister. Hey I do not want to feel
eclipsed,
even during great solar eclipses,
but when all of these things are added up together, kind and
wonderful Saint Lucie Florida County Sheriff Mascara sir, the
facts honestly do become quite inescapable, yo yo yo yo yo, am
I really so goddessdamn wrong and imperfect here????
So
when I was living at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica
Township, New Jersey, why did the great windy-house prophetic dream
occur where I was living in my rental home at the Atco address, which
was 134 Norris Avenue, the place owned by real estate investor Mister
Jerry Pliner?????????? You see, just as police
and prosecutors do not believe things to be coincidences, Sir
Sheriff KJM, “I
DON'T EITHER”, me kind awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Another
thing that some of this group of fantastic folks believes, or so I've
been told by NG-ADS, is that Patty H is most likely a friend and or
associate with the 'stranger on the beach', if I am so permitted to
address him that way without offending or exciting the
great ECK-MASTER,
Mister
Sir Sri Paul Twitchell.
I speak here of the man who I have called “the
alchemist”
on several of my blog entries throughout these past thirteen and a
half years now. Looking back at all of these things now, I am sure
the United States Congress has had some deep loud belly rolling
raucous laughs over the day at the Williamstown, New Jersey town
meeting, when Bob Andrews came over and I introduced him to my
mother, and never said this is the man who sang my two country songs
on those demos in 1980 as well as in Albert Pileggi's band in 1975,
bringing me to the powerful point of how
the human brain can become manipulated
into forgetting
and suppressing
many things,
and then maybe, just maybe oh great wonderful Sheriff Mascara sir,
they eventually find their way back to us through what these
wonderful ECKISTS refer to as 'DREAM TRAVEL'!!!!!!!!!!! I of course
speak of the 5th
day in October in 2008 while living in the magical windy house owned
by Judge
Frank Raso of Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey,
hanging in there or NAUT, oh mighty goddess, PAULA
WAYV FIREQUEEN KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
cum-puke-her is acting up, and this is when I can totally know that
HALLS HALLoweentown FAWCES and the watcher/controller MILITUFORCES as
well,
DON'T
LIKE WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT I AM TYPING AND SPEWING OUT
TO THIS DUMB BLIND INNOCENT ASS WORLD, OH WONDERFUL SHERIFF KJM, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I plan to hang in here, oh super girl goddess queen
PAULA KING, but
thank you for the vote of confidence for my old ex-town,
yo girl!!!!
Tom
Glenn insisted that I was queer
because I wrote a song for a female vocalist to sing, and the words
sounded somewhat 'fruitish' for me to be singing. No matter how I
explained something as basic as this to someone who knew the industry
and the bizz swell enough to know that songwriters do indeed write
for both artist-sexes, he just kept acting as though I was lying. Now
my mom worked in an office and everyone knew that I was fully grown
and most likely they began to wonder why I was living with my mom and
not in some relationship with a woman. I was getting older and older
and things did not change, and 1975 turned into 1980. We all know the
story, and the L&O folks can tease me and poke fun at me all they
want to, and it won't alter the mother fucking facts of me being
under this wretched Huntington Curse!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not ask for
any of this turd eating mother fucking shit,
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm getting a left side death angel
attack at 1:42 PM, Sheriff sir, and I am getting these passer-by
attacks from this fucking death angel, Mortimer Mortino constantly
and continuously, Sheriff Mascara sir, and always have when things
are super fucking bad for me over a long stretch of goddamn time!!!!
But back on 'pernt' now Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, oh wonderful
awesome Mister Norman Leer; all these hot shot fucking people know
each other, know of me, and sit around laughing at me like I am just
a pathetic little worthless pig. I won't lie to you Sheriff Mascara
kind sir, I am real sick and mother fucking tired of being treated
like endless stenchy fucking dogshit! I am good enough to steal from,
good enough to get their kicks from, good enough to injure and
torture, and harass and persecute, but never good enough for anything
at all that has any goodness attached to it, just endless mother
fucking agony and suffering, at the hands of absolute quintessential
subskummite filth lapping milf-gilf diving jag-off pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!
In-between
1975 and 1980, I was still visiting my old school chum over at his
Barrington, New Jersey house on Beaver Drive, Mister Bruce Allan
Pennock, the imperfect only human dude who was picked on constantly
by the
great future FCC Chairman, Mister Bob
McDowell,
who moved with his family from Gibbstown, New Jersey, to Fort Wayne,
Indiana, somewhere in middle or late 1973. His entire family, as is
and was the CALLIO
FAMILY,
into the government, either locally or federally. As I speak, I am
getting another music assault with blaring sub-woofers outside my
apartment in some illegal automobile going by, at 1:50. I have said
it before and I will say it again, to you boy, thrill and joy all
notwithstanding, lovely Patty, four out of the following five items
simply cannot nor ever will, properly explain why I am going through
this endless fucking assault and total absolute destruction on my
entire life!
Allow
me pweeeeeeeeze to reiterate this:
There
are five items that attempt to explain
what is going on in the condition of humanity here on this
Earth-Planet. These are as follows:
1---The
church
2---The
Scientific Community
3---The
Philosophers Club
4---The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
5---MORIANITY
THANK
YOUUUU,
MIZZ HARLEM SUGAR HILL.
Across
the hall from me, the illegal cousins of my triad nabe thirds, are
in some illegal bicycle business that I am quite positive is not at
all legal.
Then I have another third of these ILLEGAL-TRIADS
next to me
running some repair shop in there, endlessly
hammering.
I thought it was coming from above me, but yes, above
me can be annoying as shit also when they have a mind to kick in with
their TRIAD-THIRD
of this horrendous mother fucking deal here in this nightmare PUBLIC
HOUSING
shithole,
yo!!!! Sheriff sir, I have already found the place that I will be
moving to, and it won't be for a while as I will be eating chicken
soup and saving my money until I can get the hell out of this rotten
horrible goddamn place.
Oh
boy, are things just about as bad as they can get, and I'll bet
dollars to fucking donuts Sheriff sir, that it has been been Patty
Hollister all along, pulling all of these crazy
things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She
has major supernatural friends such as the stranger on the Atlantic
City beach,
and think about it sir. This
wild dude on the beach and Patty,
and her teaching me the NEO-HO CHANT and bringing me the fantastic
FASCITAR, all
was happening around me at exactly the same point in time, Senator
Watergate!!!!!!!!!!!
SO WOW ALL OF THIS NASTY-ASS SHIT, YO!!!!
The
two times where I was kind of escaping the mighty HUNTINGTON CURSE,
in 1977 while at the Westville print shop called MARS GRAPHICS and
later by nine years in Atlantic City in 1986, when I was doing my
gambling professionally in the casinos, and I WAS NOT ONLY STOPPED,
BUT THEN AFTERWARDS, I WAS SERIOUSLY
AND SEVERELY PUNISHED!!!!
It seems that I am absolutely NOT 'PERMITTED', by my snooty Uncle
Heinz Gottwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Baby-Blond, LI, New York;
to
ever ever make any money at all,
and then I am the fruit and the dumbo short bus for living with my
little fucking mommy until Paula
King
fucking murdered
her the day after 1997 Christmas,
with
that ZOMBIE SLEEP ASSAULT,
leaving her forever
under the control and spell of WITCH PATTY-PAULA,
and her MILITUFORCE
PALS FROM DOGTOWN
and the BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot make you believe my nightmare true story from hell, but
hopefully before 2020 comes, this NG-ADS may come out of the closet
to contact you in my favor and on my behalf. Who knows, I can always
daydream, huh NANA HUNTINGTON, unless our teachers suddenly shock us
back into reality again, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Where
there's smoke there's fire, kind Sheriff,
and we all know this, especially LEO's such as yourself. I could not
possibly have made up this story that now is called MORIANITY, both
online as well as in the great
powerful UNITED
STATES
COPYRIGHT
OFFICE.
Of
course we all know now that this is all changed, and we live in the
Divided
Parties of America,
not the goddamn United States, so this would be the Divided
Parties Copyright Office
up here in 2019!!!!!!!!!!!
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DOES
YOUR YANCY LOVE U OR NAUT, SSJK!
Lovely
LIGHTNING.
IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990! Laugh
if you want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now, dogs
are not treated anywhere nearly as bad
as I am being mother fucking treated all over this shit chewing
hyperspace.
ZERANNIS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES
I
am back on that train again, reliving for the two hundredth time give
or take a few times, this
nightmare looped life.
Oh I know quite well how some have questions for me, who have managed
to go
to the LOC, and read my 1994 book, “TPB”, in Washington
13-600-DC.
Folks, I do not claim to know stuff, only to be able to
shuffle lots of pieces all together
and play with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The
Ultimate
Super Sleuth,
could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the
great United States Copyright Office
know a few powerful truths from this so-called work of fiction, the
main one being, 'it
is no fiction'.
Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true **** in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I AM LYING, MAY I BURN IN HELL FOREVER WITH B.K., HUH OLD PAL,
SENATOR KENNEDY!
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy. The best that I can ever hope for anymore is
one or maybe that freaking occasional two day period of some relative
peace. It is so damn unfair. I am not twenty or thirty or even forty.
I will turn age 64 on the fourth of damn December and I am a totally
screwed up old frail pathetic man! Why can't
these rotten bastard pricks just leave me alone, kind Sheriff Ken
Mascara, sir??????????????????
Remember
that old ad on the idiot box for the United Negro College Fund, that
came on over and over, saying, “The mind
is a terrible thing to waste”? Well it is, and for
anybody. Dawn King was the absolute queen of
wasters. Many only waste a little bit. I try never to waste
anything, as that is simply how my mother brought me up to be, as we
were always totally dirt ass poor, and I have been totally dirt ass
poor all my life, under this monstrous and horrendous HUNTINGTON
CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is not so much
about waste or the mind being wasted. It is
about the way the mind works. I feel that people who don't
know some of these facts, are automatically wasting their mental
faculties. But then that is just my opinion, although Mashell Daniels
back in 1980, indeed told me that I was entitled to it, praise the
gods and goddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what facts am I
discussing here? Well, the powerful truths about how metaphysics is a
very real and true item, and how our minds seem to totally connect in
and through this magical kingdom that's only fractionally and
marginally understood by the masses of the population. Does anyone
remember the old saying in metaphysics? You know, “Whatever
you can conceive and believe, you can achieve”? It is
absolutely true, but only to a powerful point of reality. If
the great HALLS-FAWCES
line up intentionally against you, with the absolute agenda of
destroying every single thing that you would ever attempt to do in
your entire mother ******* life; then all the damn metaphysics, and
Fascitar's, and Patty Hollister's in the galaxy, will
not be able to break this barrier of monstrous evil darkness!
That indeed is just reality, son, and Mister Dennis Snyder, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if I did not
have these HALLS-FAWCES constantly and continually wiping me out, day
and year in and out for 64 freaking ass years, BRAH;
I would be a multi-billionaire, have a great wife and family, and all
of the happiness and peace of mind that is guaranteed me under the
great United States Constitution, only this of course for me is one
great big ass total lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mouse
hacking had backed off for a while, great wonderful FBI, ACLU, and
others; but it is coming back this afternoon, YO!!!!!!! Aniwho
let me get back on pernt here along with Mister
Bunker-Queens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
OH
BOY, WHAT A BUNCH OF MOTHER FUCKING DOGtownish DOGSHIT THIS NIGHTMARE
IS. LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
peeps;
this
is a quick honest discussion on how I died several times at my
Cifaloglio job, and how I am going to die again soon. This time, I
doubt I wil return until it is 1969 again, and I trance into myself,
as I have done about 200 times now.
Why
I don't stop this, is anyone's guess; and degenerate gamblers are a
group who definitely relate to my behavior of destruction and
eternal doom. It explains my ''weird bitter state'' that I developed
soon after I tranced into myself, each time. I remembered what was
done to me
before, and before, and before, and before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
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before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
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before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, before, and before, and before,
before, and before, and before, and so forth.
MAY
6, 2015,
LATE
WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT 11:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-80/L-65)
HUMIDITY
IS 97%,WIND CHILL IS 64 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 4, GUSTING TO 30.
Dudes
and duddesses, please know that I never meant to do anything to
anyone, and if you stop to really think seriously about my blogs for
ten years now that discuss my life for close to a half century of
life time; I am not the aggressor here, and have always been just
some poor fucking cunt eating schmuck who is defending himself
24-7-365.2422, against monstrous frightening aggressors. You go
Mister 1967 fist pounding United Nations Mister
Khrushchev!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You tell them too, Chester Perkowski.
Don't let hotels and radio stations and shops and demonic powers
change your life too much, old pal. Tell Secretary of State back in
1969, Mister McNamara I said so, too, old buddy. Marie
Stromyer and I WILL BE DEAD, soon; Mister
Patterson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blare out all of the operatic music you want, lady; it changes
nothing at all.
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24 POST MERIDIAN,
5 NOVEMBER, 2013
I just took a huge
computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway of
the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now around
ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort Pierce
PEEDEE!
First off, the audio
signal was off on the computer, yet I could play the media player
system inside of it just fine, but a red signal showed up in the
little icon at the right bottom screen section that told me it was
turned off. Eventually it no longer displayed this, but when I went
up to check something on a previous blog, the entire opening
paragraph showing the date and time were all HACKED OFF, and a purple
line extended to the end of the margin and then way past it, almost
to the end of the computer screen. I tried and tried to repair and
un-fucking-hack it, but to no avail, so I made a new copy by using
the post at Blogger dot com, and from there merely reconstructed it
all onto a new page document and then pasted in the entire rest of
the 124 pages past the hacked up page one; and deleted out the
entire hacked old fucking cunt document; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION HEAD, and my 1972 pal from school; Bob McDowell, YO!
This
UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking
cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY
FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN
VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL
FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was
DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and
inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered
popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister
Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get
NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND
LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place;
LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit
squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you
assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available;
thank you very much, BRR.
Here
is what got fucked with, and hacked; and your guess is as good as
mine, as to why this exact fucking shit was hacked.
GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.
1:39
AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013
Yes
peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID,
SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the
fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????
WELL
IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT
FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO
WASH YOUR HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I'll tell you why the car stereo was screwed with, as if you need to
know; only a powerful as usual, unnatural pile of fucking shit, is
all a part of this story. You see peeps, I fell into a light nap type
of sleep before actually going to sleep last night, and ''dreamed''
that I was quizzing GAGA KITTY, and drew an 8 card, followed by a 3
card, for a ROOT GAWNUM #83. Half an hour later, after being awake
again, I did ask why this was done to me after I had just driven out
of Mikey's driveway, and then made that right turn northbound,
heading for home back last early Sunday evening. You guessed it good
people out here, I drew an 8 card, and then I drew a 3 card, for
a PCN-835.
Well,
are you ready to hear some of my MATCH-BOOK LIST ITEMS for PCN-835,
because if you are not in a good healthy strong constitution; I
suggest sitting down if you are not, and if you are not at the top of
your game when reading this, and just might faint too easily; then
come back to this later, when you feel up to it. Folks these things
would include:
QUESTION,
PARTICLE, ALAN WOLF, LOST LOVE, DAUGHTER, COMPUTER, TRASH CAN,
MUNSTERS, MURDERER, THOUSAND, AUGUST TWO NINETEEN NINETY SIX, MY
DAUGHTER IS GETTING HER REVENGE WITH ME.
I
have no rights, fellow fucking citizens. I am literally not allowed
to breathe, and will be major ass fucking punished for doing so,
until I stop doing it all together. That is a total fucking
no-brainer, for me, for you; for anyone with an intelligence of a
third of a damn ass dog! Gee willagars yo, that sucks!
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION,
GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join, and
the price is ABSOLUTELY
FREAKING FREE. The kings killed
that one too. WEEEE!!!
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS
FOLLOWS:
**********On
Blogger since January 2006
New
Florida Blogs from December of 2011
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
**********On
Blogger since January 2006
Counts
observed on Google, on 11/06/2013
*****************Profile
views: - (2,891)
NEW
BLOG PV- (250)
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page hits:------- (32,673)
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END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY
OH BOH MIKE MCNULTY, YO, AND A BIG
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
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