NO
FOLKS, THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0000,
but
it looks so 'damn' pretty here, Senator Sanders, sir,
that
I am going to paste it right in, YO YO YO!!!
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I
bet that it is nice and cool out there in Colorado.
“Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, and I think this
photo is out in the COLOR-RED state, but I forget now for absolute
sure. WEEEEEEEE! Hey I cannot complain this weekend. It may not be as
cool in the north here in my town, but it only went up to about 80
today and very low eighties yesterday, and the damn humidity was
quite low. “AHA-AHA”, Mister Mike
McNulty, from the year 1971!
Hey, at least the photo still works, UNLIKE MY LEGALLY PAID FOR
PHOTOBUCKET PHOTO THAT I THINK MY DAUGHTER
HAS BEEN HACKING OUT, OR ELSE IT IS BABY MAMA PATTY
H.H.H. WHO CAN EVER KNOW?????
MOUNTAINPEN'S
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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, a low hah ha, With Jokes all On Me
Morianity
is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK
just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I
have. It is now over. The world will not need to know any more at
this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of
the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blur to the entire human race.
There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for
a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside,
either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The
main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I
am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let's fuck
with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the
MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is
unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given
me permission to put a back cover on this book. No sir Lads, Lassies,
Lab-dogs, and Lab-Technicians everywhere and anywhere all over the
mighty evil EARTH-PLANET, not all things told stay the same, and no,
I did NAUT end the MORIANITY PROJECT back after the 3rd
day in August of the year 2006 of the common-Era. So WEEEEEEEEEEE and
yes, this may all be quite WEEDEEKAWUSS too, lovely Dairy Queen Katy,
so pweeeeeeze do NAUT beat me up or ruin me' chances with my pal the
Congressman to get my shit all looked into, oh wait a minute, this
already has happened, did it NAUT, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from
1983? Now in 1983, what antimatter FAWCES were being hurled at me to
throw a lot of this future shit up here, back there into my life?
Well, do you all have a damn century or two to hear that one?
The
power of Olivia Newton John's great movie about life editing/splicing
is incredibly involved in all of this Morianity, and it always was,
right after it came out and before Morianity was anything more than a
post LOIS-FOCA idea in the large recesses of my 'brain'. Still,
'Olivia-New Jersey' or whatever the RSSC that's all rapped up in this
entire mess, can also be upped by some decades with the great
“L&O”-SVU-TV-SHOW with that title about poor lovely Detective
O.B. And her rape-product father, Mister Joe HOLLISTER. Does the
universe really NAUT endlessly scream and shout up a storm that is
louder than a whole war-room full of atomic bombs that just went off?
The loudest and most recent explosion is 7+7+6+9, and so now let us
examine why the HALLS FAWCES are playing with me' mind on the
totaling up of three robins from the illustrious ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS, shall we? I mean first me' mind fucks up with the sum of
3010, and then it fucks up again with 3040, or whatever, as I canNAUT
keep up with these PBHE's any more, but we all know that
1802+1102+506 is 3410. Something is literally HACKING MY MIND, hence
the old Morianity's labeling of Prior Blog Hacks and or Errors, or
PBHE's, yo bro!
So
let us all think a moment or eight or so, and see the three apartment
units that I lived at over in this post 1970 farm outside of
Haddonfield and Cooley Hall, called ROBIN HILL. These three units
were 1802 where I moved to on May 1, 1980. Then came 506 after I left
Atco and moved right back into 506 somewhere early that same autumn
of 1983 that I had left the 1802 unit back on February first. Then
finally, there was unit 506 that I moved back into from my dollhouse
in Moorestown that I rented from Mister Real Estate Investor Jim
Wilson, on Central Avenue in Moorestown, after the summer time ended
somewhere in 1989. When adding those three apartment unit numbers up,
WE GET 3410. Ignoring the zero in the four digit numeration of 3410,
it then becomes 341. These digits of course first and foremost, when
scrambled a wee bit, are the address at the Atco house owned by the
other Real Estate Investor, Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris
'garage-kicker' Avenue, in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. Talk about the
TOW-TWO-USE-SUE-GASME-GAMES, now we might have to also add in here,
3410-3040-3010. Aniwho, and moving this right along folks, we get the
341 verses the 134, and now, how many other things are all laying
quietly inside of this just waiting to be plucked out of the magical
non-HHH-mix of all NON-FASCITAR-RELATED items, or maybe said even
better still, ALL OF THESE FASCITAR-CONNECTED-ITEMS, since in
reality, without the Fascitar, I never would have found out so much,
and just who put me onto the fantastic sensational inconceivable
Fascitar, but lovely Patty H. Hollister H.????????????????? As for
hyperspace interdimensional aliens, ash trays, trailer parks, cars,
car problems, and mechanics; it seems to me that certain areas or
geographical POINTS seem to be extremely part of some wild
unexplained thing. It may not yet be fully understood by any stretch
of the mind, but back in Jersey and during times of extremely bad
aerial death siege and MILITUFORCE death siege in general, air and
ground; that there were definite AREAS where things always began to
instantaneously get real bad as soon as I began driving through them,
and not once or twice or five times, BUT I SAW THIS FUCKING SHIT
HAPPEN TO ME EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN TIME that I would drive through
these PARTICULAR GEOGRAPHICAL AREAS, or POWER-POINTS, as my Morianity
has come to label them, yo! HA-HA-HA, Mizz Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE
Fonda; YOU MISSED ME WITH YOUR ROTTEN ASS ONES ASSAULT TODAY, YO
SIS!!!!!!!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
There
is really no such thing as time in truth, and it only is created by
the physical realm's brain-system whose job it is to separate the
infinity dot into scattered dots. In the case of Star Trek's
Starfleet Officer Gary Mitchel, another 'Mark' was told by Cap Kirk
to rig a DESTRUCT SWITCH, in that wonderful 1966 TV-episode called
“Where No Man Has Gone Before”, and he mentioned how some morning
light was off to the distance. Some things effect things behind them,
while other things effect things ahead of them, and ATCO, NJUSAESMWG,
was no exception whatsoever, Lads and Lassies. The truth is always
the very same reality that the chicken and the egg happen at
precisely the same time, as it is not a time but merely an
interaction, in truth, or back in the Purgatory where shit is real
there and then becomes real here in the physical world, just as our
great HOLY WORDS tell us this is so. Mountainpen has merely
experienced that particular Biblical truth for himself on a vely vely
personal level, Mister McDowell, old buddy from Cooley non Fooley
HHH.
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Yes
world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one
of those MOSTS. When I used them, my blogs never looked all
“stupid-ugly”. Their great software made them always look
wonderful. Then one day, as with all things Mountainpen related, I
GOT FUCKING ASS HACKED. Gee mizz AG-Moody and Sheriff K.J. Mascara;
“what can I say”,
in or out of the summer
of 1969,
that won't be somehow learned by magical Liverpool, England, subway
tunnels, and/or their effects on one particular citizen, who became
such as great musician, and a very special person in my hallway-life
too; if I may add in here, please, folks? TANKS &
B---O---O---M!!!!!!!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, MY COMPUTER WAS FROZEN UP AND HACKED AT 4:25, BY
MILITUFORCE AND FAMILY ENEMIES, AGAIN KIND SIR, AN DI AM GETTING REAL
FUCKING TIRED OF THIS ABUSE ON MYCIVIL AND AMERICAN RIGHTS, SIR, AND
THIS ILLEGAL GODDESSDAM ELDER ABUSE, SIR!
I
hope my hyperspace pal the great Ice Tea doesn't kick my little ass
for saying this, but I have learned throughout me' tiny fragile and
frail whittle insignificant life, that not all things can be solved
by shooting out employer office windows, and this leads me to what I
said on these days as per the above CAPPED-IN time and date posting.
I said that if things don't change, the streets will resemble Rikers
Island of NYC, and I was pretty damn accurate. The upstairs cunt
lapping furniture assholes are at it again, so I can only wish that
they were getting that wild incredible punch that he gave that
under-cuv dude who slugged lovely Rollins in the gut at that NYC
gasoline station, and no, not at a POWER TEST GASOLINE STATION, but
still, WOW what a punch, yo!!! Too bad we are not good buds here in
this part of the hyperspace. Still, last night I was visited by lots
of nasty insects whom I have sent back to the Purgatory recently, and
they were biting me and cursing at me. The only thing missing,and
thank the damn gods for it, was TEA'S mighty GUT PUNCH. AGAIN, WOW.
Even gorgeous Keisha from 1999 would have to be somewhat impressed,
and this lovely giant AA teen fractured my right arm in one
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful pounding. You could hear my bone
fracturing a half a mile down the courtyard at once was the
Finnesteere Apartments where in 1975, I walked through and cussed out
our wonderful LORD, King Akoslem, for allowing me to be assaulted in
where else, but good ol' ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG.
Gee Wiligars people!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that fucking cunt
trustworthy (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW AGAIN!
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My
life is so horrible, Sheriff Mascara sir, that I most
likely WILL BE COMMITTING FUCKING SUICIDE
VERY VELY SHORTLY, AND YOU MAY TELL ME' OL' BUD MISTER MCDOWELL THAT
HE CAN SAY BYE-BYE TO HIS OL' SCHOOL CHUM FROM FOOLEY SMALL IN
HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY
WAY GALAXY. There is no way out for me.
There is absolutely no mother fucking escape.
HA-HA-HA, Mister devil lookalike, and he knows
who he is. Yes, meow, and a great big laugh at Ziggy's jetty,
for so many countless Huntington reasons.
Next you will tell the world that I am THE
BEAST. If anyone ever told me when I was a kid in church with
my mother, and singing in the Haddonfield Choir, that all of this was
merely a few decades out into the photon projected negative
(antimatter) space; I would have given you a
bigger stare-down than both Marcucci and my kid could ever do
simultaneously. Never take man's religion too seriously. I've
learned this on a very personal mother fucking level, yo world!!!!!
I
am totally cunt lapping sure their diseased fucking DOW JONES flew up
and up and up all week long, and won't even fucking cunt lapping
bother to check it or post any charts, screw the fucking universe. It
is way more important to the one person who matters most in this
world to me, {{{{(((''ME'')))}}}}, that the late spring of
1984 poison cigarette deal proved itself out, as now I know that
nobody real was there for me all along, an dis why peeps were just
fucking teasing me and screwing with me, worthless assholes, and I am
going to remove myself this weekend from that jerked off fucking
LINKED-IN bullshit, and yes, I have my pass-code in a secret place in
a drawer so I'll be able to get into it and cancel out of it. I am
not some fuckiGN prick to just be toyed and played with, MUSCLES ED,
you dirty rotten diseased fucking Birchbeer Crawford LIAR!!!!!!! So a
great big gargantuan sized WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to you, and anyone
else from great CAMDEN, up there in the north-lands of No
Joysey-America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy,
is this really happeniong to me Mister Burr from Gloucester
SHARKS-SCREAM-CITY, NO JOYSEY?
These
poor dumb ass fucking mortals. They think because I have a hopeless
life in HELL, that my truths are not real, and that my information is
not fucking cunt gold cubed. That's their mother fucking loss, lovely
stars in the sky (Astral-Plane cities). Every single thing that
happens in exploratronics has an upstairs, as I
have an upstairs hammerer, both now, and with Mizz Rose Jacobey in
1985 and 1986, and HELLVIEW HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN,
NEW JERSEY-USA. “OH SHIT”; HUH MISTER
GENERATIONS DATA? I know about Sorens and Soronson, and nobody
else knows all the secret shit that goes on at the local
Good-Will-Store. What I know would fill a mother fucking New York
City Library, 100 times cunt chewing over, and I
know it, and screw everybody else!
I
don't have to share my dreams with anyone, or tell any secrets to a
bunch of muscles-Ed Phonies and
prevaricators. I have absolutely no trepidations about
making that outrageous and unfathomable claim, zero, zip, zilch,
nada. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, LOVELY BIG O, QUEEN OF THE
SPOON-DANCERS!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
ARE POWERFUL THINGS IN THIS BUILDING AND IN THIS UNIT I LIVE IN,
THEY THINK I CANNOT FUCKING SEE THEM IN HERE, OR HEAR THEM, BUT YES,
PARTYFIVE SARAH PLAYGROUNDS OF ANN REESE AND
BOBBY WITHERSPOON, I SEE AND HEAR YOU ALL. I JUST IGNORE YOU
AS MUCH AS I CAN, AND I DON'T RUN OUT LIKE A
SCARED BABY. THEY DIDN'T FUCKING CUNT WASTE A MINUTE, TAKING
THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF THE 'ION'-TV AGAIN, THERE IT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO,
I HAPPEN TO SEE IT AND WATCH IT A FEW DAYS, THEN BOOM, THE
NEXT WEEK WHICH NOW WAS LAST WEEK, IT WAS REMOVED OFF OF THE
SYSTEM, 'KING
SAGA' GAMES
EXPERTS, OF THE ALL-ASS MIGHTY MCGUIRE/KENNEDY ALMIGHTY CLUB OF
COSMOS. YES JOHN; DAVID ROTH STILL ASKS ME AS HE STANDS BEHIND
MY CHAIR RIGHT NOW, HE JUST TOLD ME TO ASK YOU, YOU OLD GRECIAN
MOTHER FUCKER FROM 1997, WHAT PART OF 'WHY AM I
AN INVADER' QUESTION, DON'T YOU GET, AND HAVE YOU GOTTEN BACK
TO TOUR LEXUS YET, WITH DOCTOR
DNA-SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You dirty rotten mother
fuckers are going to erase me? IN YOUR COCK
LICKING DREAMS YOU ARE. Take that to the Bank of Toronto;
Philly Flyers Hickey Team of rotten TV-57 cox!
I
WEELWEE HOPE
THAT YOU ALL ENJOYED READING MORIANITY's PRESENT CHAPTER 000008
OF “AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW”,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY
AND
HAVE
YOURSELVES
A
VELY
VELY
NICE
DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHAT
BUMS!
THEY
HACKED OUT MY MOTHER FUCKING LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET-PHOTO FOR A
THIRD TIME NOW, AND THEY EVEN TOOK AWAY ME' LOVELY KATHARINE SHARKEY,
AS WELL AS DOZENS OF OTHER GREAT PHOTOS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Now
if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cut and paste from
blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document
system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small
colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you
need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to
bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will
change: 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%), 3---(-10%),
4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow these (+), (-), and number
settings. If you make the photo wider, I will appear to be fatter,
and if you make the photo longer and more rectangular, I will appear
to be thinner, than my true appearance. It is set for exactly
the way it should have come out originally, but because as usual, I
did not get my money's worth; it did not. This is why we all look
much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude me, they do not
properly compensate the video reproduction of their transmissions. Of
course, how many of you are as tired as me of the cable and maybe all
network broadcasting, where the video and the audio for ten or more
years are about 2 seconds out of proper synchronization. I sometimes
force myself not to look at the mouths of those speaking, but try it,
you will see, I don't imagine stuff, nor make stuff up.
HACK-HACK-HACK-HACK!!!!
I
really don't have the time, YO.
I
really don't have the time, YO.
I
really don't have the time, YO.
I
really don't have the time, YO.
I
really don't have the time, YO.
I
really don't have the time, YO.
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP,
AT MY EXPENSE ENDLESSLY AND
forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!
A
message to 'magical doctors' EVERYWHERE,
me' MORIANS:
So
indeed, folks, just what
is my problem,
or better asked perhaps, WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME,
how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd
know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why
do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks
so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on
Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????
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WE
STOPPED THIS FUCKING SHIT A WHILE AGO, JUST AS WE DID BEFORE, IN
1997, AND I DO NOT EVER PLAN ON GOING BACK TO IT ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR. LIKE CARLISLE ROAD TRIPS INTO PENNSYLVANIA, IT JUST MAKES
SHIT A LOT FUCKING CUNT WORSE, MY FRIEND, AND COPY NOT WOMO, JUST MO,
AND PUT ONE UP ON THE INTERNET, LIKE BACK IN THE NINETIES, YEAH, I
NEVER FORGET FUCKING SHIT, PEOPLE, AND I NEVER FUCKING CUNT WILL, SO
GAG THE SHIT ON THAT, MAGIC-TV-SHIRLEY
FROM PHILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOD
OLD PENNSYLVANIA
AND MCGUIRE!
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNY.
The
ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of
a crazy person.
Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make
people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey
crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that
whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell
me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP
THESE BLOGS.
Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT,
you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE
THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN
INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!
(Did
I say quite a groupation?)
The
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
is as some know by now, quite
a group.
It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death
and resurrection, aliens and UFO's, and the whole scene there,
psychics, and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why
the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird
things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in
any rational way, and
on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went
to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses
Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school
play,
and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally
innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we
all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY
POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!!
Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have
indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm
outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey”
or the (Robin
Hill Apartment Complex)
as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that
do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large
and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something
that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The
reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very
beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing
all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the
element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not
some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible
illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as
in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now
Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His
Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and
alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our
interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled
reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what
is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of
them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more
real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and
awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as
our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that,
there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness
of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No
interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one
either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins,
(Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to
distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same
games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the
'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as
the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the
Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where
star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as
stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line
from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can
dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still,
it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than
this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin
discussing here. The
ESS are the GODS,
or the COINS
and the COILS.
Coins and coils are a totally different species than the
Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN
DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity
teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into
seeing some of the powerful truths. The
reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no
different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of
the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal.
The
ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are
what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic
or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins.
Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and
others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and
devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is
the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in
Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up
anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power.
I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in
Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in
Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she
came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess
Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type
of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is
the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the
entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in
mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky
Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake
existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a
dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of
north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered
unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the
Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane
(Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where
out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory,
as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of
endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities
do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do
steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish
energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they
feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and
grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what
I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for
the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her
mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was
bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on
the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud
buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and
Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a
giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be
anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us
would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is
beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take
human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority
of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses.
15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then
dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings,
and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay
bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the
Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually
dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and
do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I
were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to
the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be
asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me
answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really
big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning
Goddess Diana
for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She
knows this,
as
do I.
But people in her great GODS-FAMILY
have dreamed down here as
the ESS,
and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so
much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda.
BUTTTTTTTT,
their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who
do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good.
Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep
being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S?
You
bet I do.
Also, I know for a fact that Mister
and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious
Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle,
hate
my 'DAMN' guts with an Italian passion.
Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all
around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from
doing every damn fucking thing that I have ever tried to do in this
human damn ass life; all
part of this organized scum against me,
the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire
324 inches???? YOU
CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE
SHIT, my kind folks!
If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog,
into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and
against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would
begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months,
and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a
drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if
memory correctly serves me here lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like
cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you
somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly
late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!
Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions
here, lovely Boston meat-packer, turned DISCO-QUEEN!
“There
ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio
friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful
non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my
music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the
great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
What
the fuck are you laughing at, YO?
My
life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty
son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay,
I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
0000.
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and
going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, NOVEMBER
10, OF 2019;
CAUSING ME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING, on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ENDocrinologists
AND END
TRANSMISSION.
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ALL
'STUPID UGLY' WITHOUT FIREFOX, YO!
IT'S
HOT-HOT-HOT; SO WHO CARES ABOUT DETAILS?
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
Yeppir,
I bet is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”,
as that little tard said in the middle seventies, on that TV ad-spot!
WHAAAAA, McNulty. Yeah, it's old fucking 'morbid mohr here, in case
you're out there somewhere dude, yo!
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
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PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
MILITUFORCE
FUCKING SCUM JUST FROZE UP AND TRIED CRASHING MY CUNT LAPPING
CUM-PUKE-HER AGAIN AT TEN MINUTES
SHY OF THREE THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION (ACLU), AND LOVELY FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL MIZZ NONPOLES OF NON WRITTENHOUSE SQUARE ALTERING
MOODS OF THE HUNTINGTON BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
“YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND,
'VIVA-MORIANITY';
along with some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN
VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either,
yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is
it? 'Cut
me a break';
willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE has also
disabled me' mother
fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at
the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.
WOW
world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE
that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the
billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at
Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was
watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian
televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing blood
from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to recapture
their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die and how long
we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control over the
artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now live in
too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute, and it
does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave humans a
brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization and
humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or
capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and
gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only
the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One
sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor
Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most
definitely knows
who he is!
Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also
take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats
of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.
The
Death
Angel
is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely
annoying little dirtbag DISDEE
the demon. Just an hour ago or less before starting this blog, my
washcloth totally vanished and then showed up in plain sight. This is
an incident that happens only when things are very bad for me, all
the way to the mother fucking cunt red line!
My
ex doctor phoned me a couple days ago and asked me if I would be
interested in changing medical agents as they were sending a man over
to anyone who is displeased with their current service and it did not
matter that I no longer was a patient of Almighty dock Omar Shareef.
I am misspelling his name but am spelling it as it sounds and adding
a little bit of sarcasm to my writing as well. In today's world of
big business and after this rotten post Ron Reagan Reaganomics that
turned regular big-bizz which was ugly enough before, into the
current monster that both myself as well as the awesome wonderful
Senator 'Bernie Sanders', know only too well, that it truly 'damn'
is. It seems I cannot change agents because HUMANA the plan I am with
and wish to remain with, will not allow me to change. I can leave the
plan and then change agents, but I don't want to leave my plan. So I
am stuck with the almighty righteous self loving arrogant and not
very nice Mister Berner, my current agent, who treats me very lousy
when I need help the most. Oh well, stay well and happy, misty
Vanwarmer, yo. You never seem to leave me and you are the one that I
wish would do so! Yessir, the money bag big shots of the great Donna
Summer Syndrome Club, forever ring out their omnipresence into my
ears. Those with the great money have all the Alice L&O
Ciminelli power, and we the poor peeps HAVE NONE AT ALL. Not jack,
not squat. What we want never counts, because we are NOTHING BUT THE
FUCKING ENDLESS DAMN SLAVES OF THE BILLIONARIE NOBLE SUPER WEALTHY
CLASS OF INTIMIDATORS AND CONTROLLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the new
agent came over, he stayed all of three minutes and left as soon as
he found out what my health plan was, “and that's that”, to quote
mister fucking Esolph. He was out the door. Another fucking botbar
for the cunt chewing pitiful Mountainpen. Nothing he ever wants in
this life IS EVER PERMITTED FOR HIM, huh Uncle fucking Heinz 1972
'Permitted
Cameras'
Gottwald,
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Baby-blond,
New York;
up there on Woodie Guthrie's illustrious snooty ass great lovely
island, yo yo yo yo yo yo?!!!!
If
I move to the fucking Fiji Islands in just less than thirteen months
on my Social Security bennies, yo, will I be able to fucking escape
or even “PUT OFF” the inevitable A.I. INFLUENCE that will
absolutely completely ruin what is left of the lives of those in
poverty? I truly mother fucking wonder and ponder and seriously
cogitate on such matters all the cunt huffing time; Lads and Lassies,
and Lab-dogs and Lab-Techs, and all other AATS or any other
BLOGAUDIANS out here, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy I am
cunt lapping fucking tired of being in parallel worlds where I am in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, such as again last night. Jesus fucking
Christ Almighty PINK GODDESS of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
my clock blocker worked today, and you missed me, Jane
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Fonda, yo. HA-HA-HA-HA, ya' wicked damn witch of
Georgia, oh Georgia, the whole night through, yo!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE
THAT, and WEEDEEKAWUSS; huh beautiful Katy P?
I
will have to purchase a bunch of new cans of mother fucking
insecticide at my local PUBLIX Grocery Store tomorrow or Monday, as I
am running out, and ROACHES are all over the mother fucking cunt
huffing joint; huh all wonderful great pals of Steve Winn in
Atlantic City, back
in early 1984???????
Let me add thisssssssssssssssssssssssss little wee tidbit of dog jit
before I make a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' 'pernt', Mister 'Bunkerqueens',
yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! That's
my number little boy.
Well, that's vely intelesting, huh Bob McDowell of Cooley Fooley
HALL? When did lovely Patty H. Hollister H. do her deed in wonderful
Atlantic City? Try this on for size, yo. Around half past eleven in
the morning on 7-5-69. Now we take 7+5+6+9,
and yes all Robins and tweets, I fucked up, and said 3,010 when I
meant to type in 3,040. Sorry. But this most certainly does equal HER
NUMBER,
right? And you all tell me that this cosmos does not scream and
holler at the top of its lungs, just waiting for the Redfield Society
to wake up, smell the stench of the fucking burning coffee burns, and
goddess Damn LISTEN? These biblical tricks aren't shit when you come
to understand what Morianity refers to as the tricks and GASME games
of the gods, and also the Redfield Synchronization Syndrome of the
Cosmos, or abbreviated into the (RSSC), yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
can barely fucking afford to eat, and I have to spend money
constantly to purchase cans of fucking cunt RAID to kill these
disgusting unrelenting goddessdamn roaches in this rotten PH
Apartment.
Keep screaming at me Mister fucking James Redfield and wonderful
awesome illustrious (RSSC)! Just keep right on shouting
and screaming UNCLE
and RSSC
at a million fucking decibels.
Talk about a really great DEATH
WEAPON,
at any amount of bells of sound pressure level for crissake (SPL),
me' ol' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALIGATOR HATERS
ANONYMOUS! HA-HA-HA, huh Mister
Mike Crichton
of the wonderful WALT
DISNEY COMPANY.
Like endless fucking awesome
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!
Gee fucking willagars folks. This tells me a lot more than just about
the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my
mother, regarding
the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked.
But how much other poison in my food, was
not faked, or techno-cooked or popped;
but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy
boy Child-Molester,
and the entity
indwelling him causing him to only do this one time in his life with
one boy and no one else?
All you have to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this
'ESS deal' really and truly is; is to watch the great show
on TV,
called, “L&O-SVU”!
How many times have I
heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once,
yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker.
Just how powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or
how powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately
descriptive question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! Go ahead world, tell me you would want to make a million
dollar double or fucking nothing bet
with your last million dollars, that I am just a crackpot nutcase
from new Jersey, making this all up in my deluded and mentally ill
mind. Want
to bet?
I'll bet
some fucking mob bookie somewhere in Winn's Vegas would take that
action! Yes Mister McNulty, wanna' give me another mother fucking
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA????
No
people; the Patty and Merry story isn't what is going to push that
STS secrets scale up through the final 8th
red star and beyond, but rather, it is the powerful connections to my
1984 remade song from 1983, called 'YBCO', from 'GITYA', Mizz 'Foca'.
It is all about how this wild song seemingly was the real silent
beginning for a brand new covert operation called the
FAKE-PHONY-WORLD-OPS. I lived through all these times, and I know
this is most definitely NAUT some silly insane shit, Mizz Blake, and
also whether someone
really is trying to drive me crazy or NAUT,
mahm. Artificial Intelligence, and these fucked up new algorithms,
that have merged now with the cloud, the net, and the computer and
phone and tablet and the whole messy ugly 324 inches (9 yards); have
altered many things, and people are indeed becoming aware of this
strange bizarre reality and even discussing it intelligently on
television, on educational type of programs. This in a sense is also
a part of the Olivia
Newton John and her movie about LIFE EDITING, and REALITY SPLICING;
since it all interrelates, and does indeed intertwine and
interconnect. My Cousin Donald, as I told about on many earlier
blogs; made a really 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' deal about that movie. He
seemed vely vely vely interested in the whole deal. Yes Mister
McDowell you ol' 'shingle chucker' you, this is quite intelesting, is
it NAUT????????? Tell me this. Would another great big WEEEEEEEEEEEE
be in order here, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's and Mildred
young's classes?????
What
I plan to tell that will soon be putting the 8th
star red zone into play and maybe even be in need of adding a ninth
and a tenth star to the scale; has to do with how this entire mess
all connects up, dot by dot by dot, BY DASH, right up to the original
wireless telegraph without the use of cellphones, back in the middle
eighteen hundreds. When all is said and done, this will include Patty
and Merry yes, as they are a major part of it all, BUT, it will NAUT
make them the major players to the omission of everything else.
Believe this if you believed that water was fucking wet, peeps,
yo!!!!! When a person cannot clear his throat during a medical phone
call without the computer believing he does not know what the current
year is, and this goes on and on like this and just keeps expanding
and expounding and the curve continues onward parabolicly; then only
the super wealthy that control everything will be able to prosper at
all, AND ALL THE OTHER FOLKS UNDER THEM WILL BE NOTHING BUT THEIR
MOTHER FUCKING HELPLESS HOPELESS SLAVES!!!! A real bunch of happiness
pills for all of us to look forward to swallowing; huh world? Real
real fucking pwetty huh yo? And 99.999999% of the population out here
is all so cunt lapping dumbed down that they just laugh at me. Yeah,
and I wonder just who dumbed them all DownloaderChrome DOWN, huh
fucking MICROSUCKS Wesley GASME-GAMES Crusher of TNG-STAR
TREK????????????
Now
whether or not I cross THE ABSOLUTE RED LINE on what I tell in the
coming weeks and months before I exit out of this TOTAL FUCKING EVIL
EMPIRE
AMERICA, is up to the MILITUFORCE/SPACEFORCE/TRUMPISM
bullshit and what they continue doing to me day after day after
fucking cunt ass day, yo! We can still blog and tell many things here
in Morianity without going past the (4th
yellow zone), or we can go straight to RED STAR #8 and that is the
decision of THEM, NAUT ME!!!!
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I
am a human being and I have goddamn limits, Sheriff Ken Mascara, and
I am being pushed right up to my absolute fuckign MAX OUT POINT.
Anyone else would have done a 'BANG-BANG' long long ago, and I think
we both know this is totally true.
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Audience |
PLEASE
TELL THAT WICKED WITCH SARAH TO RELEASE ME FROM ALL OF LIFE'S
LIGHTHOUSE PRISONS; SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS------AND
A BIG-ASS 'B—O---O---M'.
My
life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers from
Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy mouth
language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.
'HIFISAF'---AMP---1995-2015
©
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
112
I
WILL TAKE YOU TO ENDLESS WATERFALLS, DIANA!
©
BLOGGER MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
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THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 10:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-83/L-73).
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
AND WO, BILLY HARNER!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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