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THE
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THE
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CHAPTER
54
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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SO
SAHWEE, SO SAHWEE!!!
Yes
I fucked up, and I said weekly when I
should have said monthly, when saying
how many blog page-views the BOM-BLOG gets.
A
few nights ago, I enjoyed watching a show on television about Malcolm
X, with Mister Washington starring in the role. I don't like Mister
Denzell for three reasons, but he did a great job in that role, and
it paid off for me to watch it, besides just learning a bit about
American history. First, the three reasons for my not liking Sir DW
are as follows. He advertises for the Allstate as we all know. I do
not like fake or phony things. That silly fake voice of his on those
ads is beyond WEEDEEKAWUSS, to quote me
in 1997 with lovely
Katy, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG. I have seen him in several of
his movies, and none of them portray that crazy silly extra deep
phony-put-on voice. Finally, I still believe his cousin screwed with
me that day in 1996 when my mom and I were trying to move out of the
Williamstown Highview Apartments and into that Somerdale death-house
as Morianity has labeled it. The reasons for my believing that he
interfered with it is typical Hollywood-Enemies and their operations
and normal procedures of screwing with me any time they feel like it.
For more information than this on that particular topic, you will
need for me to tell you perhaps at some other future time. So back to
the Malcolm X show. Who out here remembers how I was discussing the
FASCITAR, and the Astral Goddess COIN who resides in the Purgatory,
in the neighboring province to Olympia, near the dwelling of the God
COIN Psyche Myrathus? Remember me telling you all how she would not
reveal the significance to both of the instruction numbers for
working this Astral-Plane travel method from the Earth Plane? I told
how the '6' and the '10' were not just some randomly chosen part of
this wild instructional manual for operating this spirit-travel
system. But I told you all how she did not reveal the TEN part, only
the SIX part of this 6-10 instructional spirit-travel guide. She said
that the Roman number of '6' is the English letters of V and I put
together, as anyone knows who has ever looked at a grandfather clock
and the bottom hour of '6' displayed as VI. While I was viewing and
totally enjoying the show about the great man, Mister Malcolm X, I
learned that he chose that 'X' term which also in Roman means 10, but
here is the real kick in the nuts folks and yes wonderful Microsoft
Corporation,
folksingers toothpaste
as well, or TOO!!!!!!!!!! I learned from this show that Malcolm,
intentionally did this because in the world of advanced mathematics,
the 'X' also has another major significance. Anyone who paid
attention in first year algebra class in high school and hasn't
forgotten it all completely in adult life, remembers how 'X'
represents the 'UNKNOWN'. That is
why he called himself Malcolm X, and this is all a part of the great
GODDESS-COIN FASCITAR, and HER instructional
manual for Physical Plane spirit-travel,
to the realms of the Purgatory (Astral-Plane), where SHE resides in.
Remember that the VI or (6) represents the English words of
Velocitronic Interference. I know that I told you all about that, and
admitted that I did not then know of the reason for the X-10 other
part of the great Fascitar-Instruction methodology. Now as for why I
want to hire a PI to find Patty Hollister, you all can;t be so damn
totally dense not to see that we must look at something so gargantuan
and beyond totally fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HERE. Who out here can
dismiss all of this as a zero percent chance for being cosmically
correct when I say that Patty seemed to want me to be where I am
today, and then of course simultaneously along with all of these
developing situations, our daughter becomes a world famous super
star. Look, maybe it is not the truth, but how can I be expected to
just dismiss the idea and concept that MORIANITY could become the
RELIGION OF THE 3rd MILLENNIUM, with a little bit of
assist from the Earthly connected PINK GODDESS
HERSELF? All I am saying is that I think it would be beyond
remiss to just say, yeah right sure, what a total crock that all is!I
was joking of course about the bank robbery. How many people every
day say shit like, “Boy I could just kill my rotten mother fucking
boss for how he treated me on my job today”, and many other such
things? I know a PI is expensive, but I will find a way to find
Patty, if that is, she is still here on this Physical-Plane of human
life!!! No people, no direct little pun or code was meant when I
abbreviated the detective term right following my discussions about
higher mathematical stuff such as algebraic expressions and
representing the unknown in them with the letter of 'X'. Still, that
good old endless JRSS really does have a mind of its own, so tell me
I'm wrong here, yo!!!
Between
approximately 10 or 11 of the clock last night and just shy of two or
so this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I
fell under a nasty NOISE-SIEGE FROM THE MILITUFORCE,
with door slamming and loud car stereo music and all in absolute
violation of after 10PM Township Noise Ordinances, and I could read
you the lengthy fucking statute number from the LAW LIBRARY that is
now closed of course until further notice, as we all know, as a
direct result of this lovely CORNWALL 19 DAY VENTNOR STAY back in
1970, better known to the ignorant masses who would entirely dismiss
all related things to the JRSS, as the Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN!
For
the past few days I have suffered with a MAJOR TOOTH INFECTION that
is extremely painful, and has caused me to
spike a fever as high as 100.4
degrees. Should I have had to go outside for any reason, and
then been randomly stopped by any authority; I would have been
forcibly quarantined as a direct result AGAIN, of that CORNWALL 19
DAY VENTNOR STAY back in 1970, better known to the ignorant masses
who would entirely dismiss all related things to the JRSS, as the
Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN. Now here is an
update on my infection that totally swelled up my entire mother
fucking face even worse than when the mighty and elusive Mizz
Paula King from Atlantic City, on that July 12th
1970 public transit bus, prompting her to make that cruel and ugly
comment that to this day, I NEVER FORGOT, and most likely NEVER
MOTHER FUCKING WILL, 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! Yes that was caused by
a nasty sunburn, and this is a direct result of dental neglect due to
wonderful Sir Senator Sanders in full agreement with me, our
lousy national health insurance system, that totally ignores major
dental problems associating with normal aging and poverty,
that goes onto result in the neglect of poor
people's mother fucking dental health. Still, “Here is the
situation”, as Superman said to Inspector
Henderson, on that great old fifties B&W 'SUPERMAN'
TV-SHOW, and the episode with the west coast mafia
criminal named Louigee if I am naut misspelling his damn ass name! By
late Tuesday morning, my fever broke and my temperature that was
ranging in-between 99.5 and 100.4, went down to 98.4 degrees, and has
remained in the near range of this number ever since. Infections in
our body cause the same things to happen to us that virus and germ
bugs cause, and our body's way of fighting all of these bugs is to
attempt to burn them up, hence our goddamn fevers. The pain is almost
totally gone now too, but it was quite intense and nearly
excruciating for a good twenty-four hours, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! My problems with my teeth don't go away
like magic, merely the infection that temporarily resulted from
having a very bad tooth. No Mike Soft, toothpaste has absolutely
nothing whatsoever to fucking do with that, yo! HA-HA-HA Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Trashface; you missed me today. There
was no way to block it, as many times the damn blocker won;t help
when the margin that shows the page number crap moves too far in to
the left of the far right side of the page. I just took my chances
and tried to forget about this and kept typing out my blog, and now
am safely onto PAGE 12 of 12, yo yo yo yo, me gol'-darn BRO!!!!
TEE-HEE-HEE, oh lovely Mizz Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday,
Tuesday, the temperature reached an afternoon high of 93 degrees.
It was sunny, hot, and quite humid, and the weathermen on the news
said that the treasure coast had feel-like temps over the goddamn
century mark, a rarity for the last day in March, and they admitted
that this was another record breaking day in local weather here in
the SUNSHINE STATE OF GOOD-OL' F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
typical game in Roulette, playing my Tri-Group-Copy
3-Bet Stage Roulette-System brings a grouping of numbers
such as the ones that came out right before I did this blog after
being awakened by my scum bag NOISY M2F ENEMIES FROM HELL, AKA
DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, should anyone insist on a physical world
type of address in an existence without space or time or any
meaningful way of relating to any of that human world shit, thus my
naming the Astral-Plane, a “CONDITION-INTERACTION”. Yes the
numbers today from my quick spin system of playing cards drawn
randomly, and once the converted numbers come out they further
convert to a multi-wheel scramble code so that one deck of playing
card can literally become virtually limitless amount of roulette
wheels; are as follows:
35,30,8---16,2,3---31,20,11---1,6,2---
5,22,25---4,13,22---25,11,14---5,12,32---
15,36,19
Now
I do not include my two joker cards that almost perfectly recreates
the odds of a real casino roulette game's VIG or gaming edge as the
pro gambling world calls it. Factoring in this, actual profits
usually force us to divide in half, or in the case of a rare losing
game, double the loss amounts. Now these 27
NON-VIG spins,
convert into the outside betting tri-parameter letters as follows:
Remember that R=RED, B=BLACK, E=EVEN, O=ODD, L=LOW, AND H=HIGH.
BOH/REH/BEL----0
original
grouping has no bets made.
REL/BEL/ROL----(-5
units)
BOH/BEH/BOL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEL/BEL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEH/ROH----(+3
units)
BEL/BOL/BEH----(-5
units)
ROH/BOL/REL----(+3
units)
ROL/REL/REH----(+3
units)
BOL/REH/ROH----(+3
units)
Now
the outcomes shown in BLUE COLOR
FONT will show
(W) WINS and
(L) LOSSES
as follows by COLORED FONTS. The W
are in BLACK
FONT, and the L
are in RED
FONT.
The
subtotals of profits are +18 units.
The
subtotals of losses are -10 units.
Game
Total after 27 non-included GREEN possible outcome spins of the
roulette wheel would be 18-10=+8 UNITS PROFIT. A good average of
course when the legal game VIG is factored in as stated earlier, is
to DOUBLE the TOTAL LOSS AMOUNTS, and HALV the TOTAL WIN AMOUNTS. So
+4 would be a long running play figure in this game of 27 non-VIG
spins. Also, a controversial but very tried and true methodology
whenever a gamer uses STAGED/progressive betting amounts, even as
small as the mini-martingale of 1-2-4 units such as is used in this
system, is to always cover the GREEN VIG on the highest one or two
bet amounts, and in the case of only a 3-MM as is used on this
system, that means whenever the top or third bet is placed (4 gaming
units), you cover the GREENS with a smaller gaming money chip value
amount. If we use the 25 dollar green-quarter money gaming chips, the
player should always have some red nickel gaming chips for covering
the green-split bets on the top 3-MM (Mini-Martingale).
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY PAULA KING JUNIOR
FROM
SOMWHERE IN UNFATHOMABLE 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. WEEEEEEEE!!!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
Okay
the gloves are coming off since these persecutors won't quit fucking
the hell with me. I know for a fact that if I can talk to lovely
Patricia Hollister,
I will get many of the answers that I need. I am GOING TO FUCKING
HIRE A PRIVATE DETECTIVE, and if I have to mother fucking literally
rob a bank to afford it, then so be it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
Major fuck up happened, 'on go wash your hands'.
TO VIEW THE WORK CALLED, ''GO WASH
YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 2'', YOU NEED TO CLICK ON ''GO
WASH YOU''.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
HERE
IS THE PREDICTION ON THE DOW JONES UNLESS I CAN GET THIS MONSTER ASS
HORRENDOUS FUCKING SHIT BACKED OFF OF ME BY MY HORRIBLE PEOPLE,
FAMILY, THE EW, THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, FORTUNE-500, AND IN TRUTH, THIS
IS NOT A PILE OF SEPARATE SHIT, IT'S ALL ONE AND THE SAME MESSY DIRTY
INFECTED FUCKING WASHCLOTH FROM HELL, AND I INDEED DO NEED TO WASH
MY HANDS!
But in 2020, hand
washing will be a whole lot more urgent and relevantly significant as
well!
THE
MARKETS WILL BE TRADING AT THESE POINTS, FOLKS, I PROMISE YOU.
END
OF NEXT WEEK, 16,000 POINTS
END
OF THIS YEAR, 17,000 POINTS
BY
SPRING OF 2014, 20,000 POINTS
BY
THE END OF 2014, 30,000 POINTS
TAKE
THIS TO THE FUCKING CUNT BANK!
THESE
FUCKING DIRT BAG NABES HAVE LOUDLY
BEEN SLAMMING AGAIN,
AND IT IS BACK AT FULL PACE, AFTER BEING STOPPED FOR A WHILE; AND I
HAVE TOLD DEBBIE. TOMORROW, I WILL GO AND TELL THE FUCKING SHERIFF,
ALL ABOUT THESE DRUGS UOP IN HERE, MY AUTO DAMAGE EARLIER THIS YEAR
FROM THEM; AND ALL OF THIS ILLEGAL AND CRUDE AFTER HOURS BEHAVIOR;
THAT NEVER GETS THEM EVICTED; AND IT IS NOT RIGHT.
SEE
YOU ON MONDAY, SHERIFF, MY PAL. I NEED YOUR HELP FUCKING STATE
POLICE, LOCAL PEEDEE, FBI, AND ANYONE ELSE FROM PAM BONDI THE
FLORIDA-AG, TO LOCAL CONGRESS PERSONS. PLEASE PLEASE FREAKING HELP
ME, THEY ARE MURDERING FUCKING ME, and they'll get away with it. They
murdered my mother, my best friend, his mother, Dawn King after she
was more dangerous than useful to the TAWF, and I AM NEXT ON THE
WARREN-BOO LIST, SHERIFF KM, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
HANDS WILL BE WASHED IN 24 HOURS, YO!
GO WASH YOUR HANDS,
CHAPTER 2
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2013,
3 NOVEMBER, SUNDAY MIDDLE AFTERNOON
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
HELP
Blog
#17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
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Yessir,
the stock market flew way up on Monday and POW, even before it opened
up, those pricks in UNIT #605 BEGAN PERSECUTING ME HUGE ULTRA TIME ON
STEROIDS, and starting five full minutes BEFORE THE GODDAMN OPENING
BELL.
Actually, there is no bell right now due to the COVID-19
Ventnor-Cornwall 19 day stay in 1970 situation, but the market trades
just as the day traders from home have been doing for some fucking
years now. All I will have to do is open up an account and begin to
BUY the DOW INDEX every time these pricks next to me act up. So far
the last five or six times has been a complete parallel winner. Even
with a tiny account with a trickle of doe, I by now would have made
myself many tens of thousands of dollars. Whoever said that all dark
clouds do indeed contain a silver lining, just may naut be so far off
fucking cunt base here; Lads, and Lassies, and Blogaudians!!!!!
For
anyone out here who has normal running long run luck due to naut
being negamagged by the MILITUFORCE
as I've been since middle 1986; can use a very simple system that
will make you a surprisingly big bunch of money playing
casino-roulette. It will lose, but you will be amazed and extremely
happy at the results. I
call this one of my 5-TOP ROULETTE SYSTEMS,
and as I said, it is a major killer of a system, and it is so simple
and it only involves a base betting level, and two
staged-progression-bets, IE, 1-2-4
units
of
money chips.
It is a stand up outside betting system, as not all turn-spins will
be played. Still the majority of them are, and a player wishing to
sit and use non-$ gaming chips that cannot be grabbed by cheating
gamblers that pop up from time to time, can do so by simply when the
occasional time where no play is signaled, a player can always bet
the GREEN-SPLIT,
and in a long running average, this will not lose a player very much,
and
no one can tell you to play or move away from the table.
You simply group the outside betting parameters- 'L-H' 'B-R', 'O-E',
into threes, and after three spins are made by the wheel, you are
ready to play. You simply play all three of these. You
follow the prior tri-pattern exactly.
When one parameter of the three wins, that ends that parameter for
that group. When it loses, you double up on the next spin. When
one of the three parameters loses all three times, you take the
7-unit
loss.
You will be shocked at the great value of this copyrighted
system,
providing
you are not being negamagged.
It really provides lots of great times in a casino with lots of great
winning days. I only say this now, because I do know one thing for
certain. Sir
Ron Wirtz Senior, the ADA in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG;
told me in the early nineteen-nineties, that 'BIG
BUSINESS'
is the group who is doing these horrendous fucking harassment's to
me,
and wiping out my entire life! If the casino world is not part of
“BIG-BUSINESS”,
THEN WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT IS, YO ME' BRO????????
No
David 5-D Roth AND Tom Glenn, yo; I AM UNEQUIVOCALLY NOT FUCKING
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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