L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Went on Errands, Paid Me' Rent, and Had Great Discussion With Me' Landlord; and Had More Transdimensional Dreams
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I got up today around noon give or take a few minutes. Today was me' errands day, L30B, YO. I went 2 the bank 2 get a cashiers check 2 give 2 me' landlord 4 the month of March's rent. It is extremely hot today or maybe it is a mixture of not yet ready 2 properly handle mixtures of humidity and higher temps, but in any event, me' AC is on as it was in me' car as well. I bought a few grocery items at the Palm Sable Mall Publix Grocery Store early this afternoon after stopping first at the bank. Then I put some gasoline in me' car, 15 bucks of regular, using me' Exxon-Mobil credit card so as 2 keep some credit in use, as the C-K peeps sent me an e-mail telling me that me' zero credit balance is not as good 4 me' credit rating as a tiny amount would b, so I charged the dang glass gas 4 crying out thunderously loud. I ended the errands route at the local library, returning some due DVD's and taking out some others, lots of those great marvelous 'L&O' as well as M-S-MURDER shows. In general, anything British is always in slightly better quality in its entertainment value as its other international counterparts, and that's just me' own whittle personal opinion of course, but I know that many peeps do in fact agree with me, YO! SOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes gorgeous Katy Pee of 1997, and today as well, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEEKAWUSS as well.
When I got 2 the library, when it is available, I try parking at that spot closest 2 the building facing the Indian River and the park as close 2 the side road where the library's north side is on, as I am able. The enemies know this of course, and make it a point 2 learn the habits of those whom they persecute which is an ancient trick. Nothing new going on here whatsoever peeps aldare. Some 'total dirt hole subskummite' young dude in a bathing suit, showing off his tiny stupid insignificant life, by blaring a loud boom box type of system that he had near him, was sunbathing, and acting a wee bit stupid, as nobody sun bathes there. It is a parking lot area 4 the sake of Christ Almighty, YO. It was done 4 one purpose, 2 annoy poor pitiful non-Ronstadt Mountainpen, AKA the PPNR Mountainpen, oh folks. I just completely ignored the buttwipe. When I came out of the library, the second phase of the annoyance happened with this butt hole nut case guy. Some thirtiesh AA-lady was right in front of me while trying 2 get 2 my car, and was dancing along 2 the beat of his stupid country music tune blaring away into low Dogtown and high Heaven simultaneously. I eventually managed getting past her but this is another totally completely recognizable annoyance, that is all part of the harassment, and I have experienced stuff like this ever since my woe-whiz-me hassles and nightmares all started happening in and after the year of the AX, and also known as (AKA) in 1986, with these demonic stench hole OTAMMITE's, and AKA me' SPAMMENIES, or the WOMO-SPACEFORCE MACYFORCE TRUMPFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I have had 2 more transdimensional-song-dreaming-interactions, and B-4 getting into them, I need 2 tell U all a quick little mathematical deal here, that in fact, I believe many of U, me' L30B, will find quite gosh dog interesting, 2 the exponent power of 55, or (1 X 10 to the 55th power) in other words, YO peeps aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The largest occurrences, or 4 shortened abbreviation here, the 2 largest TSDI deals of my life, were in the years of 1980, and 1997. I speak of course of LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS IN 1980, and WANNA' SPEND MY TIME' in 1997. These R the only 2 times that involved music that was heard by me in DREAMS, being coupled into this waking world reality, by recording it onto electronic systems or in other words, by involving any type of an electronic circuitry system 2 take music from a dream world, and record it here in this world. Firs toff, the electron is what operates in all of these circuits. Second off, the electron is a 5th dimensional particle in the subatomic realm, or in other words said a wee tad bit more understandably perhaps; the electron is exactly the same in all parallel worlds of the entire metaverse, or the entire 5th dimensional hyperspace system, there may B indeed a virtually unlimited and infinite amount of parallel realms, but all of these realms contain the exact same, the one and only ELECTRON, sand this is Y the electron is a 5th dimensional particle. It is a creative force, and is highly intelligent, in fact, SHE IS COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY OMNIPOTENT. So if we take music from one world and record it electronically in another world, this can indeed upset the balance of subatomic systems on a temporary short term basis, and in ways that a million Morianity total full lessons and projects could never even start hoping 2 properly address in any full nor meaningful significant ways, and 'THAT, I-P-Y' folks, and I mean all folks, the curly haired ones as well as the straight haired ones, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it was exactly how far apart on the Earth-Planet calendar system, between those 2 major TSDI deals? U know it, Mister Olson and Mister Kent, U know it. That biblical super magical number of 17, as in 42 and 17, and 14, and 12, and 7; and several other real powerhouse doozie-whoppers; 4 anyone out here reading these words, and who is a graduate from Seminary, or just loves reading the BIBLE and loves 'GOD'. The NEW TESTAMENT begins with words that would blow anybody's mind from here 2 a vampiric casket raised Marcucci TMMB from cut shavers clubs in 1969 and great school mates named Sir Russ Thaxton, and we can go on here all night long, but won't, IPYT peeps, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Open up the first page, which is the GOSPEL according 2 Saint Matty only no lifeguards need B involved here from 1997 times. 3 times 14 is 42, the generations of electrical number 3 with 14 groupings, totaling the great mighty 42. But the '17' number is even beyond this enormity of utter quintessential gargantualism me' great folks. This has many very covert meanings biblically that U must really dig hard into some heavy bible-reading or U will surely miss out on this incredible item. IPYT great peeps out here in Cybe Villa. This is not just one of those EARTHLY preached Duke 'Rictofarious' names, oh awesome Cooley Hall classmate, Sir Burt Frulo of 1969 and into 1970 in Mister Marcucci's awesome classroom, YO. These meanings go beyond Morianity times infinity, and we need not go on here, only 2 a simple part of the point shall we dare endeavor 2 go here peeps. It is 17 years in-between 1980 and 1997, where first in 1980 I experienced the LOIS FOCA TSDI, followed by the 1997 second TSDI with WSMT. But taking another number here that is beyond powerful, the nuke-number, the great '3' number, and we go and we do this following thing: What happened 3 years after 1980, and the first TSDI, and then what also 'went down', Mister Joe Sivo, 3 years B-4 1997, and the second TSDI???????? Both in 1883 as well as in 1994 at the middle of the 1983 year and the tail end of the 1994 year, I EXPERIENCED A MAJOR DREAM ABOUT ME' OLD HIGH SCHOOL, THE HTHS where I attended 2 years there, from September of 1966 through June of 1968, my 7th and my 8th grade school years B-4 then moving onto cosmic greener pastures that were fully and absolutely promised me by school guidance counselor Mister Jaqamini of the HTHS, the one and only awesome and totally endlessly illustrious, COOLEY HALL, at the Bancroft Special Education School, of historic HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So these 2 dreams of this school ad numerous deals attached 2 the operation of this now being typed out story, great folks, and so allow me 2 tell it 2-U all, pwetty pwetty pweeeeeze!!!!! First, never since leaving this place forever in late June of 1969, did I have any other dreaming interaction concerning the place, “NAUGHT EVER NEVER EVER”, oh lovely humanly indwelt Lightning Goddess Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is important, as well as vely vely significant in its own right, right there folks. Then, in these 2 super powerful vivid dreaming experiences, I was naught INSIDE OF THE BUILDING, and both times was at the very same basic area of real estate, that being, the parking lot next 2 the athletic field that extends all the way over 2 Cuthbert Boulevard in Collingswood, the field, not the parking lot. The first dream in 1983 was during the horrendous period of me' monster glass chocking times, shortly after this hellishness suddenly had been magically unexplainably thrust upon and against me, without warning, without mercy, without let up, without hope 4 any possible way out of that nightmare on steroids. I found myself with several other guys, very tall and very thin, and we all were right at the school side of the field opposite the Cuthbert Road side, and we were all performing calisthenic exercises in a seemingly faster than normal routine. This went on 4 what seemed half the night and was a total nightmare, as all during the nightmare, I was in excruciating agony with my chocking condition. Now advancing this approximately eleven years later, into the tail end of 1994, when I had that wild incredible dream with my yet 2-B known of son in law, Nick, who was a student there in this parallel dimension of reality, and was with about 4 other thug type mean guys, whom were all completely hellbent on breaking into me' Saturn Automobile, 2 steal what I originally used 2 call during the time period of my beginning my blogs and my Morianity Bible project in general, my 'SHOEBOX' or my 'magical shoe box'; we were all in the parking lot of the school that did lead into the athletic field on the school-side of it, where the quarter mile jogger path was of course the perimeter 2 this field. I did all that I could in this nightmare 2 keep my magic shoe box from being ripped off by this horrible gang of thug-kids, only they got it away from me, and that was only the start of some beyond wild miseries leading into me nightmare search and quest 2 find the GODDESS SARAH KRASSLE from my days of boyhood in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. As time went on, I realized that technology had been slowly revealing 2 me that this was not a magical shoe box that was able 2 magically read magic newspapers where the news print kept changing, it was all technology, and all came from science and knowledge, mister Clark non-wrestler guru Kent from the great awesome 1950's SUPERMAN JULIAN & JULIA TV-SHOW (AND AKA BLACK AND WHITE)!!!!!!! I KNOW THAT THE © OFFICE HAS LITTLE 2 NO DOUBT THAT MY ENTIRE morianity story HAS A LOT OF TRUTH 2 IT, NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY ALL KEEP TRYING 2 DENY IT OR REFUSE 2 ACCEPT ITS AWESOME FRUGGIN' POSSIBILITIES, YO, and on top of that, Mister Palvo Whales Checkoff SIR of 1986; I know that one examiner wanted 2 come clean with me in late ohm-7, Misses 1969 School Play 'Insistor', and the Mountainpen needs 2 coin a new word today on 3-4-24, so it appears. The transdimensional 1997 tune in those times a decade later from the inception of it all, WSMT, was freaking her out, from all the way beyond the corridors of autumn 1969 Cooley, and all great Morianity told 'TMMB' deals, times ten 2 the power of nineteen. The title when I originally sent this song there was called, “She's Sarah-Stacey”. The examiner called me at my residence when living back at the MMM PARK owned by Mizz drunkard Jenny Plageman, and that was the same day that she freaked out with the little yellow additional page or sheet of paper, told so often of on these BOM works. On that additional sheet of paper, were lyrics written in 1910 by me, when I was living here as the world's most famous evil monster prick tyrant of all times, the one and only, Mister AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y of course I know what is completely unfolding all around us right now with me' distant cuzz Donnie boy, as that old expression tells a powerful truth here and many of U know this, “It takes one 2 know one”, and hopefully my daughter won't come down here 2 Fort Pierce, and cause a riot, by kicking me' butthole later tonight, after I post that up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, lovely Mizz Ann King Silva of Blueberryville non Chatsworth cranberry's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quoting Uncle Billy on the 'IAWL' MOVIE created by th eone and only awesome illustrious Sir Frank Capra, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY GEORGIE”!!!!!!!!!! My dad might simply say, “Holy flucking Toledo” only without the magical added 'L-18' letter added in here! WOW on steroids, and 'Geezusjod' Almighty Misses Terry Pennock from 1973-1976!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some women can out-swear all of us guys ten 2 one, YO. Now I shall finish up by telling about the final 2 transdimensional tunes heard, or tunes heard on radios playing in ME' DREAMS, YO peeps:
I was back in my old apartment as I am so dern rotten often, at the PEE-HA-BUILDING (PHA) Public Housing Authority; and I was gathering some lamps together that needed 2-B moved out, as I am always there getting more junk out of the place, in these repeating recurring nightmare dream experiences. A radio was playing near the area where my computer was and where I had my dining room table that I left there as I am in a furnished prefab residence now and have a dining room table. It was fairly loud and it was around 8 in the morning or maybe even earlier, and I was worried that my horrible nabe next 2 me in unit #605 would crank up his loud sub-woofers 4 hearing it, but he never did. If I am having that worry, it is really my dreaming-double or doppelganger having it, telling me that I also still have that same nabe there, as these R indeed clues and ways of knowing stuff, interdream, that no one else seems 2-B privy 2 as of the year-2024 times. It was a very catchy tune and there were no words/lyrics 2 the song or the part I was hearing anyway, and the beat and musical phrasing were very unique, and I woke up singing it 2 myself and it wasn't until 20 minutes being up and fully awake that I realized that I was singing this song from this alternate reality. Just as what happened those other times in 1980 with LOIS FOCA and 1997 with WSMT. Same exact thing. The other deal happened a few months back in the tail end of 2023 some time if me' memories R at all accurately serving me here folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This song was called, “OH JIM JIM”. It was the catchiest friggin' tune I ever heard in me' entire life, and I was in a warehouse some place and some goon bag sherbo had a boom box blasting this song out, and the whole dern warehouse was throbbing with the song. There is a lot more 2 it that I never have told, and maybe I never will, we shall friggin' butt C peeps, YO BRAHHH!!!! By the way, a sherbo in some nearby parallel realities is a person who cannot help but act like a clown and yet wants 2 change his or her behavior, only seemingly they R unable 2 do so. All I will tell U about it is that this was one part of one of my wild type of multiple scene dreams and this part lay somewhere right smack dab in the center hub middle of it all, and I came 2 learn at the end of the dream, that right here in my waking world, where I wrote the tune 'Y JIMMY Y' back in late 1984 some where, and living on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG; that this was merely my transdimensional song, in other words, here I wrote that one, and there, I wrote the one that was playing, and somehow it had been stolen, just as many of my songs have been, LOST LOVE or the arrangement of that tune, Spirit Peace was ripped off by David Frezell and Shelly West, I Ain't Got No Money, Dreamin' DREAM CITY, and others. In this wild nightmare dream now, this 2 had been stolen, and was playing on the radio, and was some HUUUUUUUGE glass hit song; leaving me screwed, and completely effed, just as with all the others from here in 'WAKING LIFE REALITY'. Hey, what R-U gonna' frucking do, scream, holler, kill somebody? Nobody on this planet is worth jail, and I don't plan on spending one single hour there, now or ever. SCREW ALL OF U THIEVES, as U shall someday answer 2 much higher authorities, Jesus called them, the Councilmen, read the 4 gospels through and C all of this 4 yourselves, all U wonderful great awesome folks out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
It is twenty-two minutes past ducking one on Monday morning, nine February, 2015. Congressman R-A old buddy from 1975; it has been brought to my attention by some cool dude who goes by a wild name in a parallel universe, Ethan Ballaterra, of course I am spelling it the way it sounds only. He was telling me that I will get more and more wrecked and brutalized, the more secrets I tell, because this is behind a lot of what Scott Ransom and his little speech to me in 1988, was all about. Well, it is nice to know where the nerves and funny bones are, as I will just kick all that much harder, right in those nasty smother fracking places. I have nothing to lose, as my entire life has been completely ducking obliterated by this scum bag stinking twisted disease, from the other side of the dang gates of hell, (DOGTOWN).
Saturday around mid day, the plucking quirk TAWF Milituforce tried to attack my video again. There were two attacks, and I saw it happen live. The reason it stopped is because my friends at the FCC were triangulating the signal source, illegally bouncing into here, from a nearby remote source. What none of you buttwipes seem to know, and I don't mean youth peeps of 35 and under, but those say a wee bit on the south side of that number; is that cellphone towers were up a full thirty years or almost, before cellphones were used by us ordinary people. When I talk about death attacks, and health attacks, and death beams; just about anyone reading immediately thinks, 'whack job', 'crazy person', 'tinfoil hatter', and along these lines. Fine, but explain why these cell towers were all up in the early eighties. When cellphones came into being in the last few years of the past century, no changes were made to any of these structures. They were there, ALL ALONG!
Why do I appear to despise the brother clucking entertainment industry so much; many scratch heads and wonder? Do you really want me to someday spell it out, theft by theft, clever little steal one after another? If I ever went past just telling the details of Lenny McKinnon, and the ''Lost Love'' song, in the summer time of 1980; we'd be all stunt stuffing night and day; and I still wouldn't have it all told. But keep hurting me you rotten scum rats bird toilet lickers, and oh yes, I will make this detailed list, and post it up, ''CONGRESSMAN''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My best to Angel.
Why do memories stay and fade away? We seem to keep some and lose others. None of us have clear detailed memories like a tape recorder, going back day after day, year after year; yet many major eras in time are clearly held in the memories of even those who don't have particularly great life recall. This is not old age and diseased minds anywhere near as much as it is reality changing around us. The biggest argument for this is that people say to me when I discuss this with them, come on grassmole Mark, the newspapers don't change, the buildings don't change, my wife is still my wife, my kid still failed his algebra class this year, and so on. Well I hate to break this powerful ducking grit to the world, but what you see as green, the next person may not. But because they both can identify with seeing that same 'reference to green', it appears not to ever change, yet even this can. You don't think events are being reshaped or news is changing, but I could wipe out this world's jucuking sanity if I told you all right now how to conduct a simple little experiment that would absolutely prove that I am telling you the truth. Just because you may not fully understand this; I still am handing you all a powerful brother trucking deadly dangerous truth; friends. Oh yes, I was wrong about McGuire day. It was not the 19th anniversary, it was the 18th anniversary, back on the seventh. But why do our minds hack out like this? Is it really just happenstance and accident, and in my case, early senility and old age? Well, the DSM-5 would tell you quite emphatically, YES. But I will tell you, NO; only who gives a dang hit what Mark Wayne Mohr says??????????
When I left McGuire's bar around shortly past two, on the afternoon of 7 February in 1997; I had forgotten the name 'CALLIO', that Sarah had given me over his pay telephone. It was hopelessly irretrievable, until sometime a couple months later, while speaking on the telephone to Mizz Estelle Andersen Bassler, of Ormund Beach, Florida; and when I said names like Calico or Callahan, and a few other near similar sounding ones; she said to me, and I will quote her from middle 1997, “Well, there was a Callio, he was a policeman”. Now in and of itself, this is not all that important in the grand scheme of my life. But then came October of 2006; the day Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take some photos for my new website at the time, the Morianity-Foundation, and we went to Tennessee Avenue. When we developed the film, there was McGuire, right at the passenger side of the car, right in Ed's face, clear as a clucking bell. Neither Ed nor myself have one tiny bit of recall or mental recognition of this happening. There is no way that we would not have seen a large menacing dangerous fucking old Irish dude approaching the vehicle, and coming right up to it and into our face. We did see it, and more, and then when he was done with us; he erased our memory of the event. This same thing happened in a home on a dann highway where a lot of naked people all were, near the Tacony Palmyra Bridge, in Philadelphia, back in 1984. Not all that long ago, some local person who knows quite a bit about my life, stopped me and asked me how the ESS can be measured, and in the case of this story, how can this incredible and outlandish lab technician, be a fourteen year old girl, and yet have done that stuff in the eighties as a fully grown woman? They went onto remind me that just as with the I-CHING, a host body is always needed, and it is soul that travels in a dream-travel-event, just as in Dark Shadows plots, throughout the second half of that marvelous television show. Well, this person is totally correct, but I do not have enough time right now, to detail just how this wild maneuver was all pulled off, or if a pun is permitted me, carried out. Still, ask Donald Trump; the one son of a bitch who knows for a fact, that indeed, this was done. It is complicated, but it can be explained, just as cell towers all being right there all along, yet none of you out here question a dang thing. Sometimes I seriously doubt that even conspiracy theory types ever really sit back and ponder on so many things that are right there in ducking plain view. That is always the very best place for things to be hidden, my peeps, right there in plain view. Ask any good cop or detective, or for that matter, ask any good plucking outlaw fugitive and criminal. Of course, they might lie to you, as criminals love to lie. Here comes that smother ducking (`~HACK), Bob FCC McDowell, at five shy of two AM. Boy, I was living real nice and mother clucking well without all these hacks. Whatever you guys in the FCC were doing, it sure worked for a little while. Same thing with the POPE. His prayers seemed to stop Morty work cough Mortino for a couple of weeks, but WOW, he came back with a blunt stewing plucking vengeance a week ago; and slit is right back to the rotten negative status quo. Maybe, Your Holiness, this is why the BIBLE says to “PRAY WITHOUT STOPPING”.
WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MCNULTY!!!!!!
Yes, very early in 1996, Doctor Mark Wolf of Moorestown, hypnotized me. The very first thing out of my mouth when I heard the session tape, was about the Speedship Sunram, and Atlantic City. I had put all of this out of my head, or so I had thought. But some of it was not put out, it was BLOTTED OUT, by other hypnosis. I have been taken to that COMCAST-ESS-MUSIC-ROOM upon numerous occasions, so it seems; and just as with just about all who claim they have suffered 'alien-abductions', it is an ongoing and repetitive process, IE it doesn't happen just once. Just as we get recurring 'dreams', we also get recurring non-dreams, that normal people cannot as of yet, outside of Morianity and its teachings; even really begin to rationally explain. Why have I mentioned Ingrid so many times, and just how did she get onto my telephone??? What really was going on in 1980, 1983, 1984, and 1986? What does anybody REALLY know about anything? To quote a fantastic philosopher I knew, and was proud to call a pal, back in 1969, Mister Sigmund Malyeska; “You don't KNOW nothing”! And here comes Morty Mortino, ------------AGAIN!!!!!!!--------
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I would love 2 know Y the BDC peeps no longer allow a pasted copy of the blogger's international viewership 2-B made any longer. I don't yet know how 2 take pix on me' cellphone and scan that image into a computer or I would cheat and do this. It is 7:53 and I just got me;' first major hack on the day, a total document disappearing hack. I merely go back onto my 'recent documents' prompt on me' god dog word office program and it comes right back, so Y they do this other than 2-B their endlessly annoying stick selves, is anyone; best guest-guess here, folks, and all great Scylla Pink girls all over the joint huh there Cheater Winn of Halloween Day in 1983, YO dude??????????????
In any event, the new day began 4 the BDC views so there is but one view on this new day that will B the 5th day in this 3rd month. Boy oh boy Uncle Billy!
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes Katy, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!
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