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THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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Location Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies all old movies
Favorite Music most old music
Favorite Books The winds of war, Time travelers from our future, Gone with the wind,

You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER XXI:

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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Ladies and gentlemen, it is now thirty-eight minutes past eleven at night on this emmereffing twenty-third day in March, 2013, Saturday, not so all right Elton John night, YO! The computer hacking has been off the scale recently. So has the emmereffing other stuff, from neighborhood garbage, to right on down the frigging line, Yo folks. Have you watched any news recently? Everybody is shooting everybody, the entire world is going crazier than a loony bird on top of a fruit tree singing coocoocoocoocoo!!!!!!!!!!!!! My pernt here Archie Bunker queens is thisssssssssss, Mizz Erica Snakes AMC Kane, YO. If my world is always holding, let’s just say for an example that I will quite randomly throw out here like a game opener baseball throw by a president or a celeb or whatever, the ratio between my wild and crazy Huntington Cursed life and the rest of the world is 15:1. IE, if the world is nuts as hell, and nuts as hell equals N, than my Huntington Curse is equal to N15, or totally made into an algebraic equation or expression, without needing to actually solve some big ass polynomial, the simple HC=N15 will most definitely suffice. We all know that HC would be Huntington Curse, I hope, or I’m dealing with morons at the speed of light cubed. The goddesses forbid, BRAH! So my simple Bunker-pernt then is that if the factor of ‘N’ is ever increasing, this would not only explain why my life is getting beyond the measuring tools of cosmos, but goes onto prover that in fact, there really may indeed be some type of a weird cosmic ratio in the HC, that exists, and hence whether it really is 10:1 or 100:1, or some in-between ratio amount, as the world itself continues to bounce off the walls more and more and more; then think how much nastier the shit around me is going to get, perhaps geometrically, or even perhaps frigging quantitatively, YO? Hay folks, this is just another passing thought that any of us can have while wiping our butts, or shampooing our hair, especially in a place where I dare not sing in the bathroom, let alone ever make one single solitary emmereffing sound, yet my Thug-Nick-Nabes around here can do no wrong, and appear to have blanket freaking immunity to slowly torture me to freaking death, BRO! Yes, my TNN’s for short, in future blogging works, perhaps, god folks, or bad ones, as how can I know, only you all know what you all are, WHAAAAAAAAA???? Perhaps the world has surmised from here to Wash-Doc that I do not care about buying a Chevy, calling a lawyer, or getting extremely young sexual partners, still, WOW, did my kid’s peeps get a charge out of those early eighties copyrighted tapes of mine, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now let me get onto a wild whittle topic here, WHAAAAAAAAA, and stay with me, Stay-C, I will not waste your cherry wine time, I promise you and Re-max that right here and now, lovely-Lu.

We have opened the floodgates just a tad little bit earlier on with how we are not running like a tape but as a spotty helter skelter here and there puss bag of memory, and how the Exploratronic Supermind, as a result; is able to control a lot of us entirely, and does in fact do so, and for the simple two reasons of because they can, and for the sake of amusement/distraction, from awareness to endlessness. This is old stuff, now for some new stuff, people. Before I get into it, Microsucks Corporation messed up my computer with updates both Wednesday and again on Friday, it slowed it down, it messed it up, it screwed up my blog sites, and they get totally away with doing their evil, and I have no power whatsoever to fight these cruddy turds. They are part of the World Owner Milituforce Otammite system, or the WOMO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dennis Snyder back home would put it perfectly clear, Bruce Nixon, and say, and I quote him now, “That’s reality son”. Well, son, sun, or moon, he is right and fudge these rat bastards. Speaking of the moon, she is beautiful, a waxing gibbous nearly full, all lovely and shining so bright all through this non coldest darkest 1983 night, Clariton country bumpkin rip offs clear. Now I will be writing to some Federal Trade Commission people, and some other addresses I have obtained through my local library. If they have the right to do this and a person cannot buy a PC and use it and everything is licensed through them, and we are but their slaves, and this is all legal, then I need to throw this crap in the dam landfill, and move to South America, PRON-FREAKING-TOW (TOE), TOO, GLINA GOODWITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I cannot fight them, and since they will not let me join them, and this was all tried with many attempts through the years ever since this emmereffing nightmare all began for me back in emmereffing 1986 on August the fifteenth; then it is time to pack up and ride off into the sunsets of HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!! My rotten daughter can laugh and get a thrill out of my diseased twisted life, along with the rest of the twisted ill WOMO, and I’ll just be gone forever and out of your way, so find some other poor Lenny Briscoe bastard to kick around, right David freaking Mace-cans Roth of 1999????????? So let me end this by getting into the opening part of the topic I wish to discuss, after telling you that I am not sure if this new Microsucks hacking is why the wordpress site no longer works normally for me, or whrtther or not these two items that are happening sinmultaneously are connected or not, how can I ever emmereffing know, folks? I can barely turn these machines on and off, and nobody wants to ever help me, and if you think you need to go to Hogwarts to see frigging magic, you are totally wrong, you need to come to freaking MORIANITY, the other stuff is just fiction. This is all frekkin’ totally real, and is the quintessential nightmare of poor old MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR. If the new garbage hack at the WordPress site does not go away, I will merely after this blog, be posting there that I have posted another blog, and I’ll make another master sheet just saying this and printing the link so anyone following me there can do a simple click on. Please look after me a little bit, lovely AG Pam B. Anything you might be able to do for me would most definitely be appreciated. Now for the topic of tonight.

I have always had strange abilities to do certain things mentally. People just laugh at me and mock me, as this is part of the dam HC. Other folks who can do a quarter of what I have accomplished, are splattered all over the media but folks, that is cool and fine and dandy, as I do not want popularity, but I do not wish to be only mocked and intentionally kept down and invisible either. I should have the right to live an average in-between middle of the road life, only what I should be able to do, and what is actually my real truth, are two entirely different emmereffing things, L-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this is off on a tangent, so let me get back on pernt here Mister queens Bunker, sir. One of numerous things that I AM able to do with my mind, is separate my life personality intentionally, at will, and worm hole time blocks as though ten or even fifty years is just not there, Harry Potter POOF, gone, eliminated. Now the argument is always there that my search for Sarah back in 1995, led to this, but whether it did or not, I couldn’t OJ care less, Doctor Gannon, MC, Chad Everett. I am able to place blocks of time in my life into suspended animation, and move around them outside of normal time, and this is why I thought nothing of taping television shows onto a VCR back in the nineties, and watch them 5-10 years later, as though nothing inside of that passed time, ever had happened, it was merely continuing from one era and worm holed into the later era. I was still going to watch the second half of that game I told you all about, after Diana Ross landed and dropped from that helicopter, and it would have been a second ago to me, if I did this right now tonight, but even my abilities do not include all ready knowing that my wonderful family would end up robbing me of all my material possessions, including all of my tapes, so there never can be an ending to several things that I totally planned to view, Marcia Doorbreaker Brady. Because I am only HUMAN, Sir Bruce Allen Pennock, I cannot predict with total accuracy, what every evil son of a witch is going to end up doing to me, 5-10-20-35 years down the line. Hence, I no longer act as though any of my own legally owned personal property is mine, but rather, I use the Dwayne Dyer Theory or the DDT, not to be freaking ever confused with the ZDT, but as he puts it so dam well folks, YO; we do not own anything, we are renting, all of us, if anyone owns it at all, it is the children, we are holding for them, and that is why we have them. Well, Mister Woodside of 1974, and 2007, I have no children. Or do I? This is all what is so far beyond the feeble ability for even the greatest fiction writers such as Potter and Patterson, and you name them, they can never make stuff up like my dam life, as my dam life is not made up, it is all real and happening, and it is no emmereffing psychotic freaking delusion. Yes, in 2007, my blogs said what I believed to be the total truth, I HAVE NO CHILDREN. I also had my own stuff, my photos, my tapes, and lots more. Then suddenly, AT WALMART, I see that a lot a crap has all changed, right out of a billion buttwipe Hogwarts. No human could imagine or make all; of this up, no 50 Einstein’s, no 50 authors like Patterson or the author of Potter. Now back to my ability to worm hole my consciousness, and how this is all part of a future knowledge known as STM, (Space-time-Mind). Page eleven of emmereffing eleven just freaking struck me, so I will now need to friggin compensate with my fives, Miss Dirthole Disease Jane Notfondau. 55555555555555555555555555555555555, plus 55555555555555555555, times 555555555555, divided by 555555555555555555555555555, is equal to I DON’T GIVE A FOOKING HOOT-POLLUTE. I just need to look at these freaking butt-wiping fives, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-WHO, Icabod freaking Halloween Crane of 1982? WOW, I have sure entertained the United States Copyright Office over the years, huh Roy old buddy, Museums and all, but what is coming their way in two weeks time will blow away the world, as this will take the entire other stuff, and tie it all together in a nice neat perfect snot knot, Mister Gordo and Mister Gordian, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! There is an endless amount of emmereffing puke to tell, this is me merely opening the doors, and when I remove them from the hinges, maybe more lovely pink-purple lightning will come all around me as it did last night, hells bells, daddy; I was ready for the great mystical Lakehouse to appear in my room as a miniature, and then just walk into it and swim up to the surface of the lake behind the Haddonwood Nuclear Swim Club of Deptford, New Jersey,huh Kathy Gatherer Cannon Microsoft??????????????????????????????? May I oce again, please, Mister Stacey-Macy? Thank YOU.

W——O——W Well folks, it is time to say good night to Carol Burnett, and yes, sweetie, I AM indeed pulling on my ear, lovely lady. BYE-BYE, cold cruel evil wicked suinful demonic mother fucking world, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER XX

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

my pic photo MohrMark.jpg

theansweristheqyuestion

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER 20:

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

Here is the updated situation, Mister Beaver Cleaver. Dear journal, lotsanlots of stuff is happening, some in one realm, others in other realms that will all get around to effecting the realm that my body is now typing this message to you all, in.

RED ALERT, RED ALERT, RED ALERT

I JUST HAD MY ENTIRE OFFICE WORD SYSTEM TOTALLY CRASH AT 1:54 PM-EDST ON THIS CUNT CHEWING SATURDAY AFTERNOON, DEVIL FUCKING NUMBER 23 MARCH FROM HELL, IN 2013, A YEAR THAT ALSO IS NOT FILLED WITH DIGITS THAT I LOVE ALL THAT MUCH. ALSO IT IS HOT, IT WILL BE NEARLY 90 LATER, AND IS CURRENTLY 86; ANOTHER NUMBER I CAN TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT.

THIS HAPPENED FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER. THE ENTIRE SHIT JUST FUCKING CUNT TOTALLY FROZE UP, AND NOTHING COULD UNDO ME, OR STOP THE HACK-FREEZE, SO I HAD TO MANUALLY SHUT DOWN AND GO THROUGH A SYSTEMS RECOVERY PROCESS.

I am under a heavy fucking attack, and I could use some help here, SHERIFF MASCARA, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL PEE-DEE OF FORT PIERCE, STATE AG PAM BONDI, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, NOT TO FUCKING MENTION THE AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES GOD DAM UNION. THEY’RE AT IT AGAIN, BOB MCDOWELL, PAL!

It is quite obviously that forces that know what I am going to say, and all ready have read it after I have posted it, WENT BACK INTO FUCKING TIME AND HACKED ME, so as to prevent as many near and localized parallel universes to get this message and information, thinning out the full fifth dimensional power of my message, but at least in this universe, things now are back operational. Still this hack will be punished, along with my horrible fucking noisy door banging nabes that have been bad day and night all week now. COMPUTER, MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, OPEN COMMAND ON G-7, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM:

USE ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS, BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES, AND ALL NECESSARY FUNCTIONS, ANTIHACKING UNDER G-1133, AND I AM MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN NOW TO 11.8 IPNS, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR GAIN AT MAX OUT POSITION 11.5 IPNS. I AM SWITCHING YOUR DESIRE KEY FROM THE NORMAL AND NEUTRAL POSITION OF ‘J’, TO THE ‘I’ POSITION. A TOTALLY CRUSHED AND SINGED AND OBLITERATED WRIPPED TO SHREDS IMAGE-OBJECT (I-O) IS NOW BEING PLACED ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN TO MATCH THE ENEMIES TO THE DESTROYED AND WIPED OUT I-O. NOW KLOCATE THESE ENEMUIES MAKINGMY LIFE A LIVING FUYCKING NIGHTMARE ENDKLESS HELL, AND THIS I-O IS THE SAME THING AS THEM, AND NEEDS FULL EMPOWERMENT. YOU WILL NOW HEAR THE A/B TONES AS THE LONG AND FULL VOWEL SOUND LETTER E. COMPUTER, RESPOND TO THIS. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—A-TONE.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—B-TONE.

COMPUTER, G-901, CG-18, AND S—–T—–O—–P!!!!!

Yes, we will discuss a lot of things, but not right now or here, as this really fucked me up, and quite obviously, the Phillies or the Flyers, or both of these fucking sports teams are having a day game or night game later on today, and that is why this super siege and fucking SUPER BOTBAR is striking me, all though March is 90 percent fucking botbar (MPB), so what’s the difference, so does anyone still wonder why I love the mother fucking month of March so much if I can be sarcastic here folks, and look back at the older blogs recently re-posted, of that other wonderful mother fucking March back in 2008, 5 rotten fucking years ago, when my kid began screwing with me, again, first in the eighties, now all over again, fun fun fun, and I do intend to take the Thunderbird away, and maybe the BB’s, and yes, that can stand for a sports reality, or a musical one, TD, so bank on it, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, GIVE ME MY FREAKING WOW TRUCK BACK. PLEASE. Folks I won’t be shy, this entire month has been hell nightmare fucking city cubed, for fucking me, and Magnesonic will indeed be retaliating, so you can all expect the following shit: LOTS OF AIR CRASHES AND DISASTERS, LOTS OF POWERFUL FUCKING STORMS, QUAKES, VOLCANOES, FLOODS, WILDFIRES, DROUGHTS, AND ALL MANNER OF UNPLEASANT SHIT WILL GO DOWN, FOR ALL THAT’S FUCKING BEEN DONE TO ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF SCUM BAG MONSTERS!!!

No Patty Jane, there are no physics, not in the way you are perceiving them, nor are the gods using an invisible power that is magical. It all is from a super high technological reality, and I have said this right along, all throughout the 80 and 90 year decades back in the twentieth century, over a bugged telephone, as my phone has been tapped by World Owner (WO) authorities since I first had one when my mom got our first phone after moving from Philly to Southwest New Jersey, to 125-A, Haddon Hills apartments, in Westmont, New Jersey, back in the first week of October of 1964. Yesterday and change to me. My memories go back quadrillions of eons before my birth where I witnessed my first snow storm, with or without Callio, Santa Claus, or Patty the wonderful many-names, many-identities somnambulist. Some may be wondering why I did not unhack myself while office-program-frozen, by using the trick I mentioned with jiggling the headphone jack. This only works when attached to my entire system, which recently, since music has been written out of my life permanently, I have taken completely apart and is being stored in boxes. Without this, it does not work, it is the powerful sonic pressure buildup that when the cord is jiggled, seems to break any kind of hack freeze and shuts down the system. It is just as easy for me to manually shut it off, turn it on, and go through a short series of system recovery steps. I was meaning to tell anyone who may have tried this trick, and does not have a big home theater all hooked in with their computer, it will not work, not without the power to make the jiggled wire, make huge clicking and other sounds that do indeed force a shut down to occur, just why, I will not ever be sure of I suppose, but it is obviously due to the build of a powerful electromagnetic field of energy that in some way, causes the electronics of the PC itself, to just shut down, no matter what hack is stopping it. Again, doing this trick without your PC attached to a big system, will not interrupt the hack and force a shut down, that will not require any systems recovery process, or the chance that someday, you’ll be glad you backed your fucking files all up on a dam bunch of CD blanks. I did not think the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE would do this again so soon, so I most likely will reattach my home theater again, and hook the computer plug in the back into one of the mixer channels. That is all I need to do to put a mighty bunch of blasting clicks into the system and force a shut down, and beat these fucking hackers at their own game, FBI, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I was watching a little TV on the H-2 Channel, and was struck with a powerful death siege besides just daily strikes from my HELL-NABES and shouting and banging. Back on a super roll, is the SHIT AND CRAMPING ATTACKS on my health and body, by the evil mother fucking WOMO ENEMIES. I was watching a documentary on Einstein, speaking of bios, be them om blogs by nobody nothing little me, or greats like sir Albert. Things seem to keep fitting more and more on a daily, monthly, and annual basis, and it never appears to even want to quit, just getting bigger and stronger every day, like that lovely teenage golfing girl from earlier this millennium, remember, I do not ever forget any little thing, and I AM like a huge tape that I can put in reverse and except for family gap-outs done to me intentionally on a dozen occasions, my memories go clearly and concisely back to my birth, and then way way way back before that. Yes it was talking about AE and his many not normally known parts of his life. It mentioned his favorite book, and things keep right on fitting, but there is so much more. It only all happened, because I had recently taken my original blogging bio-page, and added it to my new Morianity Part 5 MASTER SHEET. Things all connect, and he himself wrote a great paper on just why they do, calling it quantum entanglement and or spooky communications. I began trying to tape the show after the shit attack came suddenly on me, after hearing his fave book was called ‘Isis Unveiled’, the odds of that, and 2008, all going down as they did; and then Morianity; would be beyond what even this super mind would be able to accurately calculate, but I am stabbing the darkness here with an approximation, these odds would be in some kind of neighborhood with one in 193 trillion. Translation, there is just no way this is all not part of the wildest quantum entanglement in the history of this dream-out from the VOID-INFINITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then there was the “L&O” Television this morning. Anyone who is following this, and knows that I never watched that show, or even knew about it at all, back in the twentieth century; and how so much all fits together, Patty Jane. There is a lot more going on that your character in the great ‘Mentalist’ show will ever have a clue about. I had no idea about anything, despite my experiences with Mister Poole at Haddonwood, not knowing about the great law show as I was quite busy with problems of my own such as surviving enemies from another realm that were attacking me for ten years at that time and still are of course, and I only watched a very few choice things, as I do now, and then, L&O was not on the list. Still, these two episodes at the start were running in a sequential order, and when I re-watched this show in this century, they never played it in order on the re-run network that carried it, normally, Turner’s, and by the way that was a typo, why would I say, family family, you may have figured out that I meant to type in FONDA FAMILY!!!!!! Even if the human entertainment world made up of living breathing people, were never aware of all of this entire shit, they knew it in deeper levels within themselves all along, or this just could not have all happened, well, it could, if you wish to believe that this was that one in 193 trillion times. Hay, I have got bridges to sell you, and an Easter bunny named Harvey-2, if you want to write me a check. Quintessential gullibility, like fucking WOW.

Yes Debbie Marotto, I’ll be in your office bright and early ion Monday morning to discuss the nabes, and I will move with my doctors note, but first, you need to see and hear some things, then I’ll go get the note and plan to move soon, as I do not intend to be victimized by my fucking son in laws crew any longer, and over there, he won’t be able to fucking get at me without a lot more of a fucking struggle. Eventually, when I prove it all, he will be very monster-ass sorry. I cannot worry about blow-back or retaliations, or anything else for that matter, this STOPS, or this is what WILL HAPPEN. 555555555555555555555555555555555555555555 PLUS 555555555555555 TIMES 555555555555555555, and divided by 55555555555555555555, is equal to who cares YO? I just wanna; see the fives, I need to see 5555555’s and I need to have my freaking WOW-TRUCK back, TD-BANK, P-L-E-A-S-E.

Thank you so very much DIANA, for bringing me your wonderful and awesome beautiful dazzling lightning earlier today while it was dark outside. You made the most beautiful display of colors and fractal designs in the skies outside my window, that I have ever yet seen you do. You know how much I will always love you, baby-blond.

It is 3:09, and my NABES slammed the door AGAIN. These twisted ill bastards are so annoying it can only be measured in Christ Crucifixions. I would say they rate a good 5-10 somewhere. Hay, ISIS, if your pal, and my dad’s pal, AE can have light years to measure vast distances of space, then I need to have a huge suffering meter to measure my endless horrendous mother fucking eternal hell, day by day, by day! Oh well, except for a small few days, MARCH=BOTBAR, and has dwarfed the past months that I’ve lived down here in cock sucking fort Pierce, Florida. Yes Mister Macy, it is the only fitting word to use, so here goes; W—-O—-W!
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Friday, March 22, 2013MORIANITY PART FIVE, CHAPTER XIX

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

my pic photo MohrMark.jpg

theansweristheqyuestion

You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER XIX:

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing, I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY THIS MONTH, PRACTICALLY, HAS BEEN BOTBAR. I PREDICTED BOTH FUCKING THIS EVENT, AS WELL AS THE STOCK MASRKET’S HUGE ABSURD RALLY. AFTER ALL FOLKS, 99% OF THE FOLKS LIKE ME IN AMERICA ARE NOT DOING GOOD AT ALL, GASOLINE IS CLOSE TO 4 DOLLARS PER GALLON, AND INCOME AVERAGES FOR MIDDLE AND POVERTY LEVEL CLASSES IN THIS COUNTRY ARE NOWHERE NEAR GROWING, BUT GOING DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN, IF YOU FACTOR IN REAL MONEY VALUE THAT IS PACED WITH HONEST INFLATION COSTS OF EVERYTHING, AKA THE COST OF LIVING, AS REMEMBER, THE GREAT DUDES OF YESTERDAY HAD BETWEEN 50 AND 200 MILLION DOLLARS, OUR STEEL KING ANDREW CARNEGI, MISTER ROCKEFELLAR, ALL OF THEM, BUT THAT MUCH MONEY THEN WOULD BE AROUND 100 BILLION DOLLARS OF VALUE IN TODAY’S WORLDS AND WHAT THAT CONVERTS INTO AS PURCHASING POWER. THIS IS NOT A LESSON IN ECONOMICS PEEPS, JUST AN AFTER THOUGHT FOR THE BLOG. AGAIN, NO “MENTALIST TODAY, JUST FILTHY ROTTEN B-BALL AND 2 GARBAGE BONES EPISODES ON THE TURNER NETWORK, HIM AND JANE SLUT ARE HAVING A REAL LAUGH ON ME, AND THIS IS WHY I ALWAYS CALL IT, OR ONE OF SEVERAL REASONS, M-A-R-C-H—–S-A-D-N-E-S-S!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

The rest of the month there will be no television for me, but that is the small part of things. I am going to be heading down to Debbie Marotto’s Office, my Resident Manager. The across the hall; nabes slam and holler all the time, and are back at it recently. Just this late morning, they woke me up with horrible shouting in there that would scare hard core max cell lifer prisoners. I should not have to fucking live like this, and I won’t, not unchallenged. I will keep right on bothering the Sheriff’s Office, and writing to the Housing Authority, and soon, my Congressman. If I get nowhere, I’ll go to the other building on a doctor’s note, as promised by Debbie, but I do not see why THEY get to do the criminal behavior, while I just get the hassles of having to fucking move my shit to a new apartment. TWEET TWEET TWEET, ROCKIN’ ROBIN, AND NO, I AM NOT REALLY GONNA’ ROCK TONIGHT; AND I MAY END UP SHOOTING SOMEONE DEAD BEFORE THIS IS ALL FUCKING OVER, LADIES AND GENTS.
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Thursday, March 21, 2013MORIANITY PART FIVE, CHAPTER 00018

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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theansweristheqyuestion

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER: XVIII

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing, I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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WOW, ladies and gentlemen, it is 2:33 on this Friday morning, and according to my Channel-12 local app icon at the bottom of the PC screen, it is 48 beautiful cool degrees. This is just going to be a real rockin’ robin tweety bird blog so do not expect a billion words, they won’t be freaking coming. I just want to say that I made a total of four and one half units on my systems roulette on the days of the twentieth and the twenty-first of good old lovely B-BALL MARCH SADNESS. Yes folks, if you’re a big sports fan, you won’t like the Mountainpen, as he understands why sports and all entertainment is really here on these mortal realms, it is a distraction from the truth and hellishness of endlessness, but your conscious mind of course sees it all in reverse and thinks I’m nuts, so that is all a waste for me to go on here with that topic. Still peeps, they fucked up both my fucking “L&O” and my “Mentalist” television shows with that fucking lousy garbage BB yesterday. I think that sports should be on SPORTS FUXCKING CHANNELS, and television shows only, SHOYULD BE ON TELESVISON NON-SPORTS CHANNELS, mixing it up is about as logical to my mind, as mixing candy in with shit. It will make the shit taste a little better I suppose, but to keep my old 2008 girlfriend miserable, Mizz Twinbay from Egg Harbor Township Library with my friend Jennifer Washburn, we cannot forget the negative half here folks, as it most definitely will make the candy taste quite horrible. I am entitled to my opinion, as you are to yours, am I correct up here in the future, Mizz Daniels from RPL? I think your entire networking system, WOMO, TOTALLY FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!!

Nighty-night butt-world. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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THIS WILL END MY BLOGS ON THE WORDPRESS SITE

March 23, 2013

FOLKS, THIS HACK TODAY IS BEYOND BAD.

YOU NEED TO FOLLOW ME AT BLOGGER ONLY.

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March 23, 2013

NO LONGER WILL YOU BE ABLE TO ENJOY MY BLOGS HERE, THEY HAVE MADE A LOT OF STUPID FUCKING CHANGES AT WORDPRESS, AND I AM NOT ABLE TO DEAL WITRH THIS AS I ONLY KNOW HOW TO DO WHAT I CAN DO AND NO ONE IS EVER WILLING TO HELP ME, NOT UNDER MY HUNTINGTON MOTHER FUCKING CURSE, SO I WILL JUST COME UP HERE FROM NOW ON WITH A LINK TO THE OTHER SITE AT BLOGGER, AS THIS SITE IS NOW FUCKING TOTALLY WORTHLESS TO ME.

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Saturday, March 23, 2013MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER XX

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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theansweristheqyuestion

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER 20:

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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RED ALERT, RED ALERT, RED ALERT

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—B-TONE.

COMPUTER, G-901, CG-18, AND S—–T—–O—–P!!!!!

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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theansweristheqyuestion

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER XIX:

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing, I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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theansweristheqyuestion

THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER: XVIII

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing, I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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Nighty-night butt-world. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not freaking mine.

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FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing, I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like old pal David Charles Roth’s only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, KING NEBNOOSHOO

MORIANITY 5

CHAPTER XVII

8:09 PM, 21 MARCH, 2013

I NOW START THIS FUCKED UP LOUSY ROTTEN TRANSMISSION, GOOD FOLKS AND MORIANS, YO:

Folks, I have been under a nasty fucking cunt lapping attack and assault out of the blue since half past seven, these attacks come out of nowhere and go back into nothingness from whence they came eventually, but the problem is that I end up all bruised and broken over and over again, and cannot get a single cock sucking person on this rotten planet to ever believe me and take my fucking words at all seriously, w this is the quintessential bummer of the sixties, only it started in the eighties for me and is still ongoing as I am writing this fucking blog right now late in this first quarter of the year of twenty-thirteen, and despite my beingold and worn out from all of this, the Astral Plane fucking gods can keep me here endlessly should they so choose to do this, they have powers that none of you reading my words have clue point oh oh oh one about, and whether you choose to believe any of this or not, effects the reality of my shituation 0000000.0000000%, at C SQUARED! 140 months from the fourth day of April, I will turn age seventy here as MARK WAYNE MOHR, Mister Eddie Farrell of RPL Sound Studio, so even if you don’t like how I measure time, old buddy, Munch on this one BRO, and keep the paranoia coming, loud and strong, and all millennium long, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what has been done to me over the past tghree quarter hours of time now, in the illusion of STM in my waking world hyperspace existence of the so-called present ME, good folks, or bad ones as the case may or may not be, I will not crash any of your gates, Lenny McKinnon, so don’t get a fucking cunt heart attack on my account, telephone recorder man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At 7:30 on the nose, and probably at the start of a PHILLY-57-HIOCKEY GAME, NO TYPO INTENDED, FAMILY FAMILY OF JURISTS AND BALLPARK DIGITAL CLOCKS; the mother fucking WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE struck me hard with a powerful cramp and shit attack, as has been the ongoing case since all this fucking shit all began in 1986 on the cunt eating fifteenth day in pussy chewing August, and has never looked back with so much as a winking fucking eye ever since, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then shortly after I grabbed a large Metamucil dosage, mixing it with some deluded water and lemonade, and drank it, a nasty mini-droid creature landed on my shoulder, and I managed to kill it and swat it with my other hand, my left hand. Recently, the WOMO ENEMIES have also given me a tiny miniature ant invasion. I will be buying some ant killer poison and some new roach shit at the dollar store when I go out over the fucking ass weekend to see my pal up on the fucking island, Mikey. Loud sounds from above me came out of nowhere after I killed the mini-droid, whoever is up there are very strange ducks, as they rarely make sounds, but when they do, they are not normal radio/TV sounds, but very weird sounds like that wild crazy vacuum hose that I mentioned on that real bad weekend day a while back, on another prior blog. I managed to eek out one unit profit today and one unit yesterday, so things are bad, but I no longer fucking follow the stock market, and all ready told all of you exactly where it is going, and am quite positive that I am totally correct. On top of all of this, I checked my channel-12 local CBS network listing on the Cable Guide, and my show, ‘The Mentalist’, will not be on, instead, garbage fucking B-BALL will be preempting the programming. Sports to me as all entertainment, except for a very few choice things that have real talent that I can count on the fingers of one hand, is a lot of junk, and a waste of my time. It all sucks, and I’m not one fucking bit interested. The only time I ever like a song or a show, I later come to realize it has been cleverly altered just enough to keep it musicological and or artistically legal, and not total plagiarism and infringement; but is from something I have said, or done, and or copyrighted; and is my life, one way or the other; running all through it, like a roaring freight train set free to run wild down an endlessly dropping rail track. I sound as egotistical as my distant dirt bag know it all cousin, Donald, don’t I folks? Well, the problem is that I am speaking the dam ass truth, so what I can say, JAY JAY? Folks, I do not tell and mention every little persecution these evil twat lickers do to me, or my blogs would stretch out into fucking endlessness. The other day I am on the landline telephone, not a cell phone, as I don’t use those things; and I get another one of their echo attacks, where I can barely hold the call because my own voice is endlessly reflected back at me at about a one or two hundred millisecond delay. The other fucking party does not ever hear this shit, but I have to place the receiver away from my ear while I speak, or I would not be able to carry on a conversation. I pay good money to AT&T for good service, not this fucking crap. Does anyone care? Did the AG give a shit? Of course not, nobody ever will help me or take me seriously. I temporarily made up the story about the lawyer, just to see if it would have any adverse effect on the fucking EVIL EMPIRE, letting me know that these bastards can indeed know every mother fucking move I make and every breath I take, just as THEY SAID SO, in 1980, and it was all going on then, and so were all the loving carpenters, and wild daughters, and great GODDESSESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, when I went to turn on the TV just past eight, to check the guide listing to see if my show would be on at ten of the clock, and learned that only garbage B-BALL would be, the entire system went blabnk, I told you of the fucking convienient short circuit the enemy has given me. I need a new television set, and will get one in time. All you have to do to get it back up is a tiny jiggle of the cables that come out of the front of the set that go into the cable system and then run through the DVD/CD/VHS system. Real funny assholes, real fucking ass funny. Sandbox play time over now kiddies, time for your whittle nap, woo-twoo Isiscylla, and whoever else is so filled with leppy-imp bullshit. Nothing better to do with your fucking time than endlessly mess with poor doggie Yancy, WOW, TD BANK!!!!!!!!!!

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What a long trip this has been there 601 trucker tripper, gee, and that is with or without the light shining on me, or for that matter, big guy, the most dependable audio bladder ever known to medical science back in Mashell Daniels 1980, and yes mahm, that is my entitled opinion; and we were coworkers, and no; you were way to pretty to be my mother, and you really told that Cooper Hospital male nurse a thing or nine that night, WOW; you go girl, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies are on a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING VICIOUSLY PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO DO WITH THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE NOBODY ME, yeah, some nobody, as if this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for a half of a fucking cunt century, ladies and freaking gentlemen; does it not stand to mother fucking cock sucking reason?

Ladies and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible jerk off nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes, planned in advance by my new pal and future world renown entertainment attorney, once my case is awarded a trillion dollars. This is not a joke or a hoax, and already, a life has been lost I have been told, and this is all that can be said, other than anyone who in any way who is small like me, but not ‘HUNTINGTON PROTECTED’ like me, becomes a major WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target, once they so much as even tell me any valuable information. This was the case here, and the rest of the story for right now is totally not bloggable, folks, sorry. A chosen generational Huntington is someone picked by my starcestors long ago, Agent G7 not open command, but WOW, someone knows what is getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer outside is going off at 17 minutes past two in the morning, totally illegally of course, and now has stopped, more hood enemies and Nickpals I’m quite sure, but of course, it is not provable at this time, all though, my new lawyer friend who we’ll call by a made up name of Jeff Starkey, confirmed that an entire gang in this Fort Pierce area, is under standing orders 24/7, and this is to the best of his abilities so far to gather this bit of flagpole information of non transdimensional reality. For a while folks, we will be talking very three dimensionally, leaving all dream-life in the dirt, even though to me, it is like living with arms and legs amputated, and with one ear and one eye, literally. This is because to me, I know the entire fifth dimension is one truth and does all interconnect, and especially in the more localized one percent or so of the hyperspace realities, which could be vigintillions times vigintillions or more. But I am hoping to get a few new converts of Morianity, closet kept or not as this does not matter, as not that long ago, gay and lesbian lovers, and behaviors, were also kept deeply in the closet of our American society; but I am trying to get people to be able to better relate, so I will have to live all half blind and deaf and quadriplegically amputated, for right now, on the next several blogs or so. You too Glinda and Toto, oh-oh!

Now stay with me peeps, I’ll try and make some of this real dam ass easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

This was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across the hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass loud until I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of course, all day long, they can shout at the top of their fucked up lungs whenever they want to, and slam their doors, and be in and out a million times, should they so choose to; but don’t so much as make one tiny sound in your fucking apartment, poor old jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?

Yes my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG, PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being a Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I told JP a while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total GOD out of GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great for establishing baseline information but never ever live by it as though you have a gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held hostage to anything that we little 99ers already don’t have to already be hostage to, without having any say over it whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire, in the near future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage in my building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is caught on video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my kidnapping by the mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the mighty mysterious TAWF, I am rebuilding my evidence file up, and this is just the very beginning of a lot of shit that will also follow, as baiting in my enemies is as easy to do as taking candy away from a two year old, unless of course, they are able to say through a telephone, sixteen years ahead in time, “I know”. You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now, sorry; W—-O—-W!

The stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a month now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there, maybe, but AS I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is totally FLYING TO THE MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and none of you knew it, but I KNEW IT, and there is a reason I knew it, and it is why I was able to consistently win money playing professional roulette back in 1986, and that is, the truth about Parallel Event, or applying it, as in the word APE. Now this is not some big secret, and has been told and discussed for seven years of my blogs now. What has not been told completely is how the total story of everything all fits together, and for a good reason. I don’t yet have it all figured out, but I’ll admit one thing here and now. I would bet the devil himself, my soul; and in fact am doing so right now; that when I tell a few beyond gargantuan things later on, it will be curtains. But I will not tell these things, as long as the EVIL EMPIRE does not strike me with some huge plan. There is no other possible reason for this REAL MARCH MARKET MADNESS, taking the DJIA up to places never before, and past where they were since nearly six full years ago, unless some giant evil master plan is being hatched against me, and the only thing that I can think of, is another attack on my transportation. We all know what is being said and it goes way beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already told. I will agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do not mess with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock market, you evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you do not go after me at full blast, I’ll fucking agree not to go after you at full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will tell you, that you don’t want me to do this, and nothing on my blog as of yet even starts to tell this secret.
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, ‘meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One’s Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W——–O——–W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!

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Folks, I never said that I do not temporarily try and experiment with these forces and enemies surrounding me for the past minimum of 27 years. All I said is that I will always eventually come clean and tell that I was experimenting. The only lie that I ever told on Morianity, saved my sanity, as if the great ocean liner lifter could care fucking less if I live or die, just obey and surrender, or she’ll fucking kick my ass. Well, I should have known that this would not be a good day, as last night, I had powerful interactions where I was swimming in the ocean, and was with her directly, as SHE IS THE OCEAN, laugh all you want, then when done with the laughing already, take out your KJV BIBLE, and read the first page in it, it will be the first of sixty-six books, called genesis, and hear how SSJKK was brooding right above her waters, well, SHE IS HER WATERS, and a lot more, but still, there is magic in what I know, and in that first page of Holy fucking scripture, folks. Stew on that one, all you dam ass greedy fishermen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

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