Genesis of SPACEFORCE Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club, Chapter 3
I am way 2 mother ******* old 4 this beyond super hell, and this is Y-I gave up on Christianity a long time ago, simply put, I am the one person who absolutely knows 4 sure that something more than all of this happening in this world, and I t simply won't work 4 anyone, this is pure unadulterated fact, and my knowing this I suppose makes me very dangerous 2 the global power structures and or whoever is endlessly putting me through hell so that I will eventually mother ******* take my life and just B DONE WITH IT ALL!!!!!!! I will not however, as I have nothing 2 gain by doing this other than ending this suffering and monstrous nightmare but perhaps, waltz myself right smack mother ******* dab into an even far worse nightmare on goddamn ass steroids!!!!!!!!!!!! Late last night B4 going 2 sleep I went outside onto my front porch and saw my nabe who walks around the place very often, and we talked, and I told him how I am getting persecuted 2 total death beginning early on Saturday morning with this now 3 day and then 2-day total DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, UTILITY-ELECTRONIC SIEGE, one of the SPACEFORCE'S FAVES ALSO BY THE WAY, THAT AND AIR SIEGE r THEIR 2 ABSOLUTE MOTHER ******* FAVORITES, AND THEY'RE TRULY BEAUTS, AS WE ALL NEED OUR UTILITIES AND ELECTRONICS 2 WORK. TRY 4 ONE GODDAMN ASS SECOND 2 IMAGINE YOURSELF UNDER THIS PROBLEM. JUST TELL ME IN HONEST TRUTH HOW HAPPY U WOULD GODDESSDOG B, YO, JUST TELL ME!!!!!
Anyone out here who knows my plight and quintessential f****** nightmare with the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY hellishness that I've been forced 2 suffer with and through now since August of 1986, is watching the Phillies, the Flyers, and the Dow Jones Industrial Averages Wall Street Stock Market system. I know 4 a fact that my life has been PURE UNFATHOMABLOE GODDAMN HELL 4 A SOLID SIX WEEKS OR SO NOW, and this is exactly how long this super BULL RALLY ON THE MARKET has been going on now, U know it, I know it, and I goddessdamn KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW IT, and keep right on denying it, just as Officer Comey did that goddamn f****** day in my Highview Apartment in June of 1994 when he came over 2 tell my mom and me that my mom's brother and his wife had BOTH DIED in Fort Lauderdale in some hospital there, of heart attacks. Another wild family weird on steroids medical situation if I NEED 2 SAY THIS MYSELF, HUH WORLD? U all just go right on denying the bullshit all U wanna', I know that down in your damn ass souls, anyone out here reading this, KNOWS JUST WHAT HELL I'M GOING THROUGH, U MAY NOT GIVE A LIVING HOT SHIT, BUT I KNOW THAT MOST OF U OUT HERE DO IN FACT TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY K---N---O---W THE TRUTH HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Red Henningsen of late 1967-1nto middle 1970 said it all, and we all know thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS as well. Am I right, lovely Mizz Luccisnakes-1983?
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
Anyone of U wanna' bet me that I am full of shit regarding this? Anyone of U wanna' bet me that my enemies have not made tens of billions of United States dollars over the past three dozen f****** years using this hellish Satanic crap on me 2 bring that stinking rotten diseased DJIA UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP forever and ever???????????????
Hey lovely November of 1985 Mizz Caldor Store Security Guard Margie Leo, “U wanna' frikkin' gimme' a goddessdog ass BRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here”????? How about U, distant Cuzz-Donnie boy??????? I am getting real mother ******* sick and tired of being laughed at and disbelieved when I tell U that these woe-whiz-me hassles and hellish problems that R totally non-ending, R all up in my sick whacked out delusional mind. Sure, yeah right, all coincidences and illusions or just delusions of psycho sicko whackadoo Mountainpen, yeah, whatever U assholes say, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very rarely, 2 or more astral entities R dreaming the exact same dream, being comparable to 2 people here on Earth dreaming of the same thing and of each other, and both waking up and remembering their dreams, such as in the famous fictional example with the dream that both Annie and Kevin Costner had in the fictional movie, Field of Dreams from 1988, about the Ebbits Baseball Field. So shortening the story and answering your query, one of my many dreams that I have, as a dog named ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, is that of me, MWM. Also one of the many dreams that I have, as a great Duke and owner of a large 60 octillion cubic mile area, but a mere speck in the huge Olympian Province, OP, where the mighty GREAT DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, click into www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR information, is where my name is Rictofarious and 8 other names after that, that have legal registration meanings in Ricktown’s capitol City of AKOSLEM, the full city’s spelling is shown on my website, this is the shortened mortal world spelling.
By the gods, where is gorgeous white-hot Mizz Angie Harmon of the great television show called, “L&O”? She said in that one great unforgettable episode whose title escapes me presently, but naught what she said, that is clear as a church bell ringing in the fresh winter air down a countryside valley. She told Jack McCoy or some other ADA she works with in the show, “You have a high tolerance 4 coincidence”, get the show, ask Dick Woooooolf, he knows I speak the damn truth about the MACY CLUB FROM HELL!!!!!
Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
Chapter 2
It's been a very long mother ******* time now since I HAVE BEEN SUPER F****** BOTBAR TIMES 3 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 3, AS IS THE CASE TODAY ON THIS MOTHER ******* MONDAY, 24 APRIL OF DEVIL DEMON YEAR '23, 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!!!
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Here is what's ahupnin' oh wonderful pal of mine from the early nineteen eighties, Sir Derrijo Exxon: I arrived at the tech-'joint' 'Sir WINN', and got the computer repaired 4 $85.00 with the tax, and it seems 2B operating well, no naught wellllLLLLLL, Mister 'President Nixon Noncrook Mike Soft Finalspeeches'. The only harassment was a nasty chemtrail at the opening bell of HELL at 9:30 on the button and somehow managing 2 work its squiggly and squirmy f****** way through a fairly heavily overcast sky around me at the Saint Lucie Walmart Store where the TECHY joint is located. On the ride home I went through a couple of quick cloud bursts and I need a new pair of windshield wipers as it nearly caused me an accident as I couldn't hardly C a damn ass thing. Minor annoyances along with a lot of heat and f****** humidity were all par 4 the goddamn course here in Flowerland-USA, AKA good ole' Florida. I stopped at the Palm Sable Mall Publix Grocery Store on the way home 2 pick up my final monthly groceries and closing out my benefit amounts on my Humana Card and my EBT Food Card, leaving a $51 balance that was paid by my Toronto Dominion bank Visa-card so that I can earn a one percent discount. I never buy anything that I cannot afford 2 buy on my regular bank debit-card, and merely do a monthly balance transfer at the bank that pays off my bill each month and keeps my credit alive and active and pays me that tiny two dollar monthly award on an average of 200 bucks spent. By paying off balances, no interest is charged and I can make a tiny bit of money, up to 30 bucks annually on the cash-back system. After getting home and putting away my groceries, all of goddamn DOGTOWN broke loose with my COMCAST JUNKY SERVICE, causing a major 3-day death siege. The same shit on my landline phone is back that began on the goddamn f****** 11th day in this nightmare f****** April-2023 month, the same exact thing, and on my cellphone that I have through their service, I was getting no-signal notices at the bottom of the Galaxy-phone f****** screen, although the service still did work. I phoned them and had a lengthy talk and I won't say anymore as last time when I did, my shit was mysteriously canceled. My service was never repaired, merely began operating 4 a short while, they never fixed it, the appointment was just canceled on me, and the excuse was “Maintenance being done in my area”, which is a lot of total mother ******* horse stench, great FCC and great ole' pal and ex-Chairman, Robert McDowell, Cooley Hall 1972 pal!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I do know, oh mighty Federal Communications Commission, YO BRO: My miserable monstrous kid and her EX are behind this persecution with this entertainment giant, the 'great and illustrious 14-84'! I am now 5:24 MPB. That stands 4 in case U may have forgotten, Magnetic Percentage 4 BOTBAR, YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEE!! Just back last Friday I was only 2:21, swinging up now into 3:22, 4:23, and now mother ******* 5:24. These have ALL BEEN SUPER SUPER SUPER MONSTER ASS BOTBARS, not regular rotten nasty ass botbars. My life is a nightmare beyond anyone's ability 2 fathom it, 2 use words such as surreal or totally quintessentially inconceivable just doesn't ever truly cut the mustard, naught all the goddamn ass way, YO!
U all know the markets R totally flying, and how U can doubt my f****** c*** eating s*** with this ICPE-APE-TECH, is beyond mother ******* flabbergasting. I truly don't know what else 2 say here, it's all SAID!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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 on this horrendous and totally rotten Monday, and SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY, APRIL 24th of the year of 2023, and who have struck me hard today, and 4 THE PAST 3 DAYS NOW, with an OFF THE SCALE ELECTRONIC-UTILITY DEATH ASSAULT, BREAKING MY TELEPHONE LINES, CUTTING OFF MY ROKU-TELEVISION & INTERNET SERVICE, COMPUTER, TELEPHONE LANDLINE SERVICE STOPPED, AND ALL ELECTRONIC DEVICES; AND ALL A PART OF THIS 37 YEAR HELL I AM BEING PUT THROUGH WITH INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, and with ENDLESS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS ON MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND 'RIGHTFUL ABILITIES 2 TELL THIS WORLD WHAT MY EVIL FAMILY IS DOING 2 ME', AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT; 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.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, CG-5555 under G-14, G-901, under CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
My doing anything with MUSIC, has been my downfall, also anything that has any chance 2 generate any money 4 me that would even f****** begin 2 lift me out of total sub-poverty, totally absolutely mother ******* FORBIDDEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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This 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???????
JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR, DAY 0002, 5:21 P.
HOW DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on.
CHEMTRAIL ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.
It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU "You'll Be Crossing Over"
© MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983-2012
So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.
My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.
Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as 'THEY' just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----W does this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.
The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.
No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.
There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Mons were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight, a MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V' here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER' song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.
My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.
Now as you may have guessed by this time good people; the GREAT WASHCLOTH CLAN (GWC) for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal tapes and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and tons of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run out of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of December eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on my back, and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff, photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around the cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King family above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house on Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not end up dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility, stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by this fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and only then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put the pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail Russ, the Mark Chant, and bus driver Julia White, who's friend came to me along with a host of other strange folks in 2010 and into 2011, at a place called HARVEST at 25th and Orange Avenue here in fort Pierce, Florida; followed also by David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius Deezy Slim Evans, General and President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired me, early in March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808' blog had on Darius, Warren, Boo, and obviously 'MY' wonderful daut also; well; if I really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait; I may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even Perry Mason; “L&O”!
Diana (LIGHTNING is all around me, and 4 some wild reason, and loving her as I do, I am not sure that I completely trust my lovely blond teen-queen right now, as where she fits into all of this goes beyond a mind dazzle, squared!
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70% of my followers vanished, poof, Sir Harry Potter, way more magically than any fictional material ever could be!
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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER 007
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