MORIANITY,PART FIVE,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY, AHA!!
YOU ARECONTINUING TOREADCHAPTER 00140. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
SO PLEASE DO SO, AS THIS IS MAJOR MAJOR!!!!!!!
The approximate time is a quarter past two in the morning, and the date is 26 July, East Coast America time, Friday, 2013, here in Fort Fucked up Pierce, Jerked Off, Florida, USA, Earth-Sol-Milky Way Galaxy.
I hereby now beginneth this transmission:
Good moanin’ folks. I am totally hacked and will most likely be throwing away this computer. You see a lot of shit on fucking television about services that can help you, for a price naturally, but I do not think it is going to help, I may try and I may not. Right now, the newest hack is this stupid fucking light bulb that appears at the bottom right of my screen and will not go away unless you ignore it each time and stop clicking onto it, some sort of word program bullshit but it should not be self activating over and over. Ever since mother fucking one week ago, as you all remember I am quite sure, two Thursdays now, or for 8 days straight, I have been under a non-stop hell and siege. Fire alarms every single day, as many as three times in one day, and this has never happened before. Before I get rid of this machine, I will bring the Staples Store guru over again, another 100 bucks, but I have no choice. As for the light bulb hack, I have made a thick cardboard cut out 2 by 2 inches and rolled a piece of black electrical tape up and have affixed this to block out this annoying fucking pop up, and it did me a favor, as now, I will not see the fucking clock be hacked any more, or get fucked by seeing ones and Jane slime-ball-bitch Notfondauu. So thank you, ‘mother fuckers’, good or bad names, and hoods!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You want real fucking war with me, you god dam mother fucking slime bag cock suckers, and you will have one I will tell the maybe three or four peeps out here who are real folks and not OTAMM enemies, some real heavy truths, and if you do not spread it around the internet, you are doing a real disfavor to lots of good honest folks, who still believe in pixie dust, Irish Lep-Magic, and Santa Fucking Claus!!!!!!! This will be a little rat-tat-telling of some nasty secrets that they don’t want fucking told, and you better bet and know, Mister Ward Cleaver and others, that I have nothing to gain by misleading any of you, in fact, I just want to fucking bring you all a tiny tad morsel of electronic education, if you’ll Uncle-Heinz-Gozzwald permit me, camera and all, and yes wow, from December of 1972, let us all be dammed, speaking of fucking Beaver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most of us have tried reading several or maybe quite a lot of the world famous “Books 4 dummies”, on every conceivable subject I believe nowadays, from internet, youtube, the PC, to how to properly blow your nose or fart through a hose, Mister John Late King Roofdog Phonydauts. Shall we begin, oh lovely ladies and gentlemen:
We are going to begin this discourse with my telling you a nasty truth, that dumb little me knows to be true, and if I am ever believed, a recently new term used every day now that has nothing to do with illness and disease as it once was limited to and still should be, and that would be something ”going viral”. The sad truth folks is this is a huge hoax and I will explain the entire thing to all of you who do not know, and those who do know are hating my guts for attempting to blow away this little fucking stupid fantasy, and that is all that it is. Once upon a time, recording artists would sell vinyl records and cassette tapes and even 8-track tapes, but all that aside in the pre-digital age of electronic dinosaurs, this is a simple truth that is ugly, especially for peeps like me who have made enemies for whatever the reasons may be, and lots of you without even knowing it are on the same lists I am on, and this is why your life, hard as you may try, is going no place, and you are miserable, ball bust 24-7 as you may endlessly keep trying, in vane. Let me use the old music world days just so I can build this ugly monster and show you how it all works. Don’t think this blog will not be re-posted 4 or 5 times every single month, as I plan to tell this story until SOME WORLD POWER SUCCESSFULLY SHUTS ME FUCKING UP, AND THEY WILL, eventually, but that is then, and this is now. Rather than try and tell complicated way out nutty sounding unbelievable fish tale truths about things on a big ass fucking scientific Einsteinian level, we will now be concentrating here in Morianity, on just the exact opposite. I am going to really keep trying harder and harder, to talk third grade, as I am slowly coming to realize my words are being interpreted, based on my concepts of things, THIRD GRADE, no offense.
When a recording artist sells half a million records, be it old days vinyl or today’s CD, it was and maybe still is, called silver sales. One million is gold, two million is platinum, and when some great project sells past the 4 or the 6 mega stage, they called it and perhaps still do, double or triple platinum. If you think that any kind of randomness was behind these large volume success stories and high volume sales, you would be wrong. Also, to assume talent is the only factor involved, is a laugh nine hours long. Same would apply to any other single thing. Numerous things all connect and commingle together, and naturally, in order to sell any product, there must be a world or at least a national level agreement, that what someone is trying to sell, is popular and pleasing, as it is no easy task for anyone to separate another from their hard earned money, you must exchange something that is desired, or said maybe another quick way, is popular. All the talent in the world by itself is nothing, and all the promotion in the world is nothing, so you need to have a pleasing product to be considered popular, and then you need money behind you to push that product, or you could be selling eternal life for three dollars, and you will get nowhere. Now I could get all complicated as to how things work in any selling industry, and although I possess no degree in marketing, I did sales work, I worked in the music business, and I do have a basic knowledge of many things, including well hidden secrets. I told a long time ago about the producer button on the old recording machines, and if you think that was my only secret, you can be quite free to rethink that all you wish, as you’d be in the right. I know way to much for my own good, and that stays there.
Now we will bring into this mix, the computer age, and the great social media of the twenty-first century. We could be all night long talking about the most basic fucking shit, good people. Let me skip to Youtube and viral videos, because I am about as sick and tired as one can get, of hearing about these so-called nonsensical things, I could expel poison sumac weeds right through my walls. There are three kinds of videos anyone can post on the social media site Youtube, or any other type of site, and there are others less known. One is a low volume unpopular video. One is a viral video. One is a payola video. This is powerful truth that needs to be more carefully explained. You open up a Youtube Account, create a page, and start posting videos. You will never be anything other than a low volume unpopular video, I do not care if you post a video that when you click on it, Blue eyes himself pops out of the screen, materializes in your room, and sings, “Fly Me To The moon”, in full real life drama, then vanishes back into the video at the end, and it closes like any normal video. This may be a slight exaggeration, but I need to get loud and dirty and come full power, or no one wants to even fucking listen to anything I ever tell. On the other hand, it could be a 20 second clip of turning on your cellphone and recording yourself hanging from a chandelier, and singing a song called, “I’m Hanging Around 4U”, all out of tune, and it goes ‘viral’. Notbhing GOES viral. If CNN, or a large music or movie studio, or a large press outlet, randomly decides to promote you after accidentally falling onto your post like a lottery winner picking the correct number, THAT, is what virals the video, and if you all don’t wanna’ believe me, FINE, stay fucking stupid. Now you can PAY. You go to Google and do one of two things. You can use this AD-WORD stuff and you will pay a minimum of 25 dollars per day and they will ‘feature’ your video from time to time, depending on the size of your account “how much MONEY that you wish to pay them. Also, you can go to GOOGLE SEARCH, and type in this short little phrase, YOUTUBE VIEWS. These are the networking systems that legally have programmed networking systems that are not robotic, that can deliver bulk amounts of views, as well as comments, subscriptions, and like/dislike displays, the whole fucking 9 yards, word spell checker is too stupid to properly show me how to fucking spell the word that sounds like a Mexican Pizza. It is really a worthless fucking hunk of junk these days for me, unless I am just getting more fucking hacking, which could be totally the case here, good folks! For fifteen dollars, I bought one 5-K package of views on my YBCO song. The extra views are nothing more than them going out of their way to be clever and tricky, to make me think and falsely believe that anyone could care less about my videos, and hope I will buy another 5000. I will not. So let us go over this again. You can buy-fake the count, you can accept that just your friends are going to look at your stuff, if you’re lucky, and then you can be the lottery winner, people win th fucking powerball or mega jackpot lottery, every single week and month, somewhere. This means, you were randomly viewed by someone with lots of clout who decides to viral your video. If some news press system or some music or movie studio sees something and airs it or promotes it in numerous potential ways, then one thing does lead to another, and overnight there it is, 100,000, a million, maybe ten. You might as well play the fucking lottery at the local gas pump!
Now if you just want to network a bunch of friends all together in Twitter and Facebook and Youtube, and post lots of stuff, you can find yourself getting 1-10 thousand views on your stuff, maybe. This friends and fiends, is the simple ABC’s lesson about so-called viral videos. I plan to post this blog along with other blogs, at least a few times monthly, as I feel the world needs to grab that coffee cup in the morning, force an eyelid open, and wake up to the dam fucking truth, and for those out here that tell me I am lying about this and it is just my own sour grapes because I never got any action, then you know what, folks, you just have yourselves a real nice time believing that, it’s your fantasy, not mine. I stick to what is real, what is honest, and I do not like this capitalistic money grubbing evil world one bit. How fast all of you god dam fucking assholes have forgotten 2008 and the stock market bail out and now these crooks are at record all time highs, and let me ask you, haters and doubters of me, are you a lot better off than back in 2008? I already know the true answer. 97-99 percent of you are NOT. A very few are, wow, rock on, and viral on, I am just telling the truth, and if you want to hold it all against me about that one dam shit eating fib about Sarah and July the twelfth in 1970, FINE, YO! SAWN-U BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some of you out here know the real total truth, and hate my fucking guts, and that’s fine, but you know. You know the whole god dam rotten bloody mess, from here to the age of Aquarius. At least I can make up my mind and do not vacillate back and forth. One minute I am of significant eternal value, the next, well year not minute, but that depends on how fast your mass is traveling, I am violently insane. I will now leave my worries behind, Jason, and tell Boo that if he gets taken to Rock Road again, don’t call me, call my Golden Nugget PCN.
Oh yes, baby-love, I asked Gawky Gaukauk why last Thursday’s attack came down on me like a bolt of lightning, and what did I get but PCN-165. Now not to sound like a total trash-can or a female offspring, or get myself shot through the heart at the CCP Office or any of its transdimensional doppelgangers in high school Mister Disney Sir, BUT, when I asked what this huge COMPUTER HACK IS ALL ABOUT, yeah you got it, PCN-835. Did anybody say W—O—W, Bob Chabot, or is there some other excuse again, Mister Tom Cruise, old jet-pal??????????????????
Have another one on me, Leticia; as I am still laughing thinking about that day you barked at Brownie, but will never know why you wonderful cuzz wanted Midge. Joe didn’t put that magical crap inside my car into his collar, so nobody’s joining Frankie any time soon, WEEEEEEEEEEE!
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I want to say three other things, but don’t have the rocks to do so. All I will say is this. I will have the dude over again to try and clear out my hack, and then I am reporting this to the authorities in writing, and they will ignore me as they always do, but I will send a copy to the World Court at the Hague.
The odds of the last 8 days being what they are, Ed Himacane sir, and the odds of a random draw that would produce both Gawnum roots 16 and 83, eighty one squared, or one chance in 6561 for happening at pure random. Now for any UFO buffs out here. I cannot get anyone to help me any more than you can. You unlike me have a choice. My advice to you is forget all this, and just get on with a normal life, WHILE YOU STILL CAN!Google will shrink this, they usually defy me and do the opposite, but this underline message is in very large font type, size 54 or somewhere in that vicinity, so they shrink it to screw with me. If it takes me 500 years, this is a guarantee and a promise to anyone whom this might concern. I WILL prove to a large bulk of peeps, that this was all done to me first, done against me, done by those whom I claim, and if you think about it all rationally, why would someone admit that I am for real, and still, leave it at that? Is anybody’s voicemail system, SUDDENLY HEARING anything from the mighty Walmart Chain, or is it just me, WHAAAAAAAAABIT?
Well let me leave here, fly over to the Bird Dicks, and then maybe to Roadway or Exton, or maybe even Carla Liar Carlisle, or if they clip my wings Joan Lapplane, I still get to catch the dam bus, and right there near Jenny Plageman’s miserable fucking illegal hellhole. Why I did not sue a landlady who refused my right to have guests, I’ll never know. Then people talk about the bad shit I have done. How about what all of you rotten cock suckers have done to me, just to make your billions, you miserable mother fucking sinful evil slobs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY PART FIVE CONTINUES:
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THIS IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER 00140.
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.
YES FOLKS, THE BLU-CRAN SYNDROME, WHAT WORKED
LONG AGO FOR QUITE A WHILE, AIN’T WORKING, WEENA.
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.
Read the older blog folks, I have my reasons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 obvious, 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 LOCATE THESE ENEMIES MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING FUCKING NIGHTMARE ENDLESS 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 on 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 on 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 law’s 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!
The problem is that it is worse now in late JULY, on this 26th fucking day, than back here in time. But the problem is not so much a date, as a reason, and this reason is just what Jim Burr said it was all along, and how he knew all of this way back in 1974, copyright Office, I will never have a good answer for you on, sorry, mister fucking Ambassador!!!!!!!!!!
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SATURDAY, AUGUST 27, 2011
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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Thursday and Friday, I did not leave my building residence. Local bullshit applies. Media hype also applies. We all try and earn some kind of a living, so I am not here sitting on judgment seats, in fact, I could totally care less what anybody does, that is until it crosses into my face, where as McCoy says so well, is where your fist must stop. When I was a young dude, both growing up as well as in my early adulthood; and well before all the PC or Political Correctness movement began and grew with roots that were made of compressed steroids; so much was different that trying to discuss it all rationally right now on a blog would be a quintessential exercise in futility. This problem or situation has an upside potential, and many of you know what it is, since I can talk a big tune and curse out the world, but am quite mousy in person, and it is noticed quickly, especially by bully type personality folks. Still, I commend the cunning-ness and total cleverness, in a major PC environment, of my vulgar putrid and crude enemies everywhere, to indeed hatch a plan in these times, and carry it off with unfathomable success and precision, taking my entire life away from me, AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE JERK OFF, THE FOOL, THE BAD GUY, AND THE SIKE-CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations, and if I could offer the DICKHEAD OF THE MILLENNIUM AWARD, to these nice wonderful awesome cock sucking trash, I WOULD. You can believe that, if you ever believed any other dog shit thing in your lives, folks. Doing so much horror to me for no real good reason, and then making me look and appear like the heavy, the evil motive man, or the Callio Stalker of the early New-Age, and other things; proves to me that there are reasons for 110 pound girls, to indeed possess the physical strength of Hercules. I totally know that living along with all of us, are many un-real peeps, or maybe as Mister Data, artificial peeps, or to throw in a greater one still, other unknown peeps. I told the Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol in September of 1997, that no one knows the future, and he smiled at me as though, HE DID, and never said a word, maybe because he all ready knew that what he just had told me would indeed happen, as well as his becoming the future mayor of Atlantic City. Maybe if he had wanted to give me a tape of a song that he had written, it would have begun before the music started to play, with a muffled word of ‘MAYOR’. This indeed, is how ‘MOVERS’ do operate. They are all over the place. They have marked up library books in every county in this nation, and much more, they are trying to tell things, but unlike me, more cleverly, and more ‘subtly’, as Scylla might very well decide to word and say it. Just how real a lot of bull fucking shit really is around me, I am quite positive that I will never know, with or without any copyrighted precious girls, or infected chemtrail nodes. Still, can all of what I recently thought that I cracked open, be no more than a cosmic detective-program, solving the piece fittings? After-all, if chaos abounds, and things by themselves go from order to chaos and ruination, then a balance of this effect is necessary in order to compensate, and for keeping the entire cosmos from ultimately spinning out of control and into oblivion; or back into it would be a better ‘MORIANITY’ fitting way of presenting the argument folks. Our entire planetary biosphere runs on automatic, so why not some type of built in ultimate decaying into chaos compensation system, perhaps abbreviated and said why not some type of a (UDICCS)? ‘U-DICKS’ out here in cyber-reality may wanna’ pronounce it just like that.
I will tell you some shit that is not one bit automatic; Crooked Peeps on WALL STREET. They conspire to run prices up and down every day, they gun for stop-loss protection orders, they illegally manipulate the prices, they steal our hard earned money; and ‘THEY’ are fully licensed by a totally crooked federal agency called the SEC. This stands for the SECURITIES and EXCHANGE COMMISSION. What good is a stop-loss order, when they know it is there, and so they gap the price up or down by a large amount that only permits the smaller investors from exiting their positions at the next tick of this illegally created gap. These are no different than the illegally created parallel-events that they use on folks, as another huge monstrous weapon-tool. Their markets flew up by 5 or more percent this week. If I am so wrong and confused, tell me this, anybody. HOW CAN AMERICA BE DOWN-GRADED IN INTERNATIONAL CREDIT RATING OR ABILITY TO BORROW AT LOWEST INTEREST, and not have the stock market drop to either of the two previous levels, the 2010 low of around 8800 points, or the 2009 low of around 6550 points? With a downgrade in credit, an event more unusual than HURRICAN IRENE, and way more far reaching and devastating to the future of this country; THEN WHY IS THE MARKET NOT FOLLOWING THE REALITY, nor matching the negative point values, reached when we still had a TRIPLE-A+ CREDIT RATING, YO????????????????Powerful peeps and families have many powerful methods that protect them in numerous ways, from ever being recognized for committing the thefts and frauds of all of us, on such a daily and continuous basis. Let me move along and stay on the same topic, while proving this point.
I went down to a town that was just to the south of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the middle late part of June, in the year of 1970, Florida Lottery scrambling the middle digits up and my death as Franklin, notwithstanding; and thought I was going to be a Plumbers’ Assistant. The so-called plumber being none other than child molester Thomas J. Reale. This mother fucker got away with molesting me twice, and I departed this nightmare at the age of 15 and a half years, on the night of 12 July, in 1970, at around 10:30 at night, leaving on the local bus out of town, single suit case in hand, on the Public Bus Terminal bus; that went through the local area of Main Street in Plesantville, where the great girl gang of the Callio branch of TWAF was also on this bus, and all around me flirting with me, calling me “THAT-BOY”, giggling, and only one of these girls hated me, which one I do not know. I had a bad sun burn, and she said to her friend, regarding me, “His face is all messed up”, and it totally was, it was burned and sore, and indeed looked as hideous as the Frankenstein monster. My point here, is not on my sunburn, this mighty girl gang known then and there as the New Jersey Quoddy-Mocckers, because they hung around the boardwalk and Saint James Place store, called the Quoddy Moccasins, public bus rides; or final vacation days at famous seashore resorts. It is however about TOM, the semi-fagot child lover. Where is the New York City SVU, when I am the mother fucking victim? Up in the future passing judgment on me and calling me “THE BAD GUY”, that’s where. If you roll over in your grave, DAVE, be careful of Paula King, and your lovely NINA. To this day, Tom Reale, never made it onto the Megan Law List, or any other child offense list to the best of my knowledge. So why did he just do this horrible fucking shit to me, and no other child? According to the great ‘LAW AND ORDER’ TELEVISION SHOW, these kind of sick mother fuckers are repeat offenders, so WHY ONLY ME, WORLD? Millions of Elizabeth Montgomery possibilities are popping into my head; so I wanna’ know if they are popping into any of yours?
New readers need to understand some very powerful shit about my story. It is real and honest, and totally heart wrenching, that is if you happen to be human, and have a conscience or a heart to start with; as if not; you will be one of the many who daily puke on me, and tell me I am nothing but a ton of worthless fucking dog shit, and to go to fucking ass hell. Ann told me not to let them win by killing myself. What she is incapable of understanding is, that I cannot kill myself. I have tried, and so has the enemy, to get rid of me, on many many many many fucking ass occasions. All I do is wake up, and it all was just a nightmare dream, as if whatever had killed me was in a dream, and now I am in a similar reality, with the one distinct difference being that the act that caused my death, never happened in this new parallel reality. Yeah, sounds like a fish tale the size of Moby Dick, but the problem is that some fish tales are totally fucking true, as are mine. Two other monumental ones took place on exact days, and spread apart by precisely 10-YEARS, 1986 and 1996. IF I LIE, I HOPE TO BURN IN OIL FOR A QUADRILLION MOTHER FUCKING EONS. The magic date in both cases is the 2nd of August. The first one involved meeting a very special wonderful teenager, when I was unfortunately nearly 32 years old, in the great city of NYNY. This chance encounter led me to write a meaningless song a couple of days later, sending it along with some other songs, as a package musical project, down to the United States Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress, on the 15th, 13 days later. The song was an unflattering, and totally mean song. It was heartless and cruel, but I had no idea that this person would go onto to graduate high school, and soon afterward, become the greatest voice in the entire music world. What am I, GOD? ‘MOVERS’ set it all up, they are GOD, not me. Now for the day ten years later, August second in 1996. My mother and I went to a diner in Egg Harbor, New Jersey. A very attractive waitress took our order, and when she brought over some drinking water, she blurted out something that almost made my poor mother wretch. She said to me, “You know don’t you, there’s a contract on your life”. I told her I have no idea what she is talking about. I had just written a song shortly before this, back on the 12th day of fucking May, called, “SARAH”, a name that seems to be connected with the lives of many songwriters, and sung by many well known recording artists. I wish to shit peeps, that I still had my old website in operation; www.morianity-foundation.com/ as some of my music, including this song, was up there on that site. I know that some of you out here have been up on that site. The entire distant future has, but that is easy for them to do, using a tool that exists there, or will exist, called, DIDE LINK. The link into our internet is possible using fields that take advantage of distance, and can thereby tune back through time. These same fields can be energized with reverse-polarity atoms, but we will not go here. Those that have any idea about any of this, know also about the invention in 1987 that was openly published in the SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN MAGAZINE. This was the article that showed how a MOVER was back in 1987, with his small velocitronic motor system. Using this, a room the size of the average home kitchen, can be made up of a unit that could produce close to 100 TW of electricity. This is a forbidden subject, and only collectors of magazines can ever get to check this out, so it is doubtful to me, that you will find this fucking information anyplace on the entire internet.
There have been two major recent incidents, in Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG; over at the www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ job-site, where I am employed; through the AARP system, as a Store Stocker. Sheriffs and police and even a US Marshall showed up on the most recent incident. The MOVERS, as I have told my BLOGAUD on many blogs earlier this year in the spring time, played a very rotten game with me, and brought the state WORKFORCE PROGRAM into our HFOC place. These peeps are not, how does one say such a thing in 2011, someone who might get along all that well on Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. I am speaking of nothing other than character and behavior, and in no way nationality or skin hues. Still, am I making this story up, is this another fish-tale of the Mountainpen? All anyone has to do to disprove me is to get copies of public information of local criminal reports, this would most likely be listed under the charge of assault. I believe both incidents involved one girl beating up another girl. Yes Paul, Fort Pierce is not all that nice a place for me to be living and working in, and especially, after making my escape from ‘THAT-FAMILY’, and my kidnapping by Dawn-Marie, the great KING of the JERSEY CLAN, well, along with distant cuzz MCGUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both Dawn and McGuire would think nothing of throwing a can of gasoline on someone, and then throw a lit book of matches on them afterward. Do I really deserve all of this? Just tell me what I’ve ever done to anyone; to mother fucking deserve all this fucking hell, and on top of that; I have lost every mother fucking thing I had. I may not have had a lot, but it all was taken away from me, when no one would help me and I was forced to mother fucking run away on the night of December the 12th, in 2009. So if any fucking bastards out here that tells me how real the biblical reap and sow deal is, needs to be told not to ever fucking push this shit on me. I have spent my entire ass life, trying to be a nice guy, and for my trouble, this is my life, all this shit. An extremely ass small compressed bit of this, is told on these blogs of more than six fucking years, at the first and original website of www.blogger.com/, type in, ‘the blogs of mountainpen’.
As for proving the supernatural claims of these 6+ years of wild and outlandishly esoteric blog texts, wait for the great U-TUBE post on my account, eventually, of my first 1997 passport photo, then my next one in 2007, and then my 2009 photo from the Harvest Foods website. It doesn’t match, and not even Donald Trump, or Tyra Banks; has access to enough make up to pull this mother fucking shit all off, and I totally know it, and am ready to expose this nightmare PAULA KING SHIT TO THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF THIS PLANET. I sound angry as if there is an agenda, or that this is personal; and you all have me all wrong. I need to prove shit that cannot be proven in any other way or by any other method than major shock value, so I’ll use it. It is not personal against anyone. I have said it before and will obviously say it a lot more, I am in a war that I have no memory of ever starting, and I only know one thing for sure, and that is that if I do not fight these whatever they are entities, then on that day that I cave in and quit, I AM DEAD. Both my mother and David Roth stopped fighting CALLIOTAMM, and they DIED, and this is WHY THEY FUCKING DIED!!!!!!!!!!!! You quit fighting, or breathing, and you will die, simple truth, simple physics, with or without television advertising, or any bodies resting or moving, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Before I let the details out on a huge deal involving the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, let me finish up with the second part of these two dates that were exactly freaking ten years apart in the illusion of space-time. A waitress in Egg Harbor told me that somebody wants to kill me, and would not be any more specific than that, other than my 1994-Saturn Automobile was involved. I originally believed this wild cock and bull story that someone in the projects of this area was angry at someone who ratted out the local top drug dealer, and this person drove the same dark colored and 4-door Saturn that I drove, and that this somehow was perhaps as the great disco diva would put it, a case of ‘MISTAKEN IDENTITY’. I did not buy Donna’s bull shit, and I don’t buy this Egg Harbor shit either, as it all ties together, and connects characters from what else, but the great SATANIC ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, or (EW)!!!!!!!! Continuing along with the events of the hot summer day in early August in 1996, this is when my mother and I drove west into Hammonton, and were accosted by a gang of young Mexican-American girls, at a recording studio parking lot, that would not stop messing with me, and would not let my car out, as they blocked the way and thought it was funny; and then when we did finally exit, we drove to Turnersville, and began noticing that somebody in a lime green truck was tailing us, and this was that evil monster huge man who looked like he was from India according to my mother, as I never saw his face; and he told my mother and I quote, “I am going to kill your son, and you too, if you don’t get away from this truck”. My mom went over to it, only because we both noticed that it had indeed been stalking and tailing us, and parked when we did; and was staring over at us. He had killed our new car somehow, as when I shut it off, and then tried restarting the vehicle; it was totally dead, AND FOR NO GOOD LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER. The police came and were no help at all, intentionally writing the police report backwards, stating that it was I, who approached the man in this truck; and not the other way around. There was a very good reason for doing this, and they were all fucking totally in on it. Even the Prosecutor of two counties refused to assist us, and left us hanging out to dry, after this terrorist threat was made to her. Those ‘raised right black boys, huh Mercedes not said from 10-SC Avenue’, Senator Thompson?????????????????????? Let us get some tiny positive out of this miserable mother fucking nightmare day of monster-ass interactions from peeps straight out of DOGTOWN, whoever they are. I CALL THEM MOVERS, and also the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL; and still many other initials that match, are part of a lot of this, and dates do not lie, because it is too freaking coincidental; and we all know it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not blame the great PAULA for everything in my life, only for about 99% give or take a little. If anyone on this planet does not like this, well, bite me. As I said this, I got the tiny mini font attack, that I got a lot in the short time, right before my horrendous “2008” “family-kidnapping” experience. We will stop for right now regarding these two dates, and totally FISH-TALE seemingly unfathomable story of the MAGICAL NON-COINCIDENTAL WAY TOO PERFECTLY TIMED DOUBLE-DATES, OF 08/02/86—-08/02/96. This is a real mind bending situation, for me anyway. I had to fucking live through all this fucking ass hell. You all have the nice luxury of being entertained with this tale, and all though I know it is true, and all of the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS know that it is true; you are all saying, and I will quote it, “OH, HMMMMM, that story telling Mountainpen, WOW”.
I was not supposed to tell about this. SSJK said not to, oh boy. Before I get into it, FIRE ALARMS GO OFF IN THIS BUILDING every single day, sometimes only for a minute and then stop; so I know that there is more to this bullshit than I currently have information about. Anything these twisted fucking bastards from HELL can do to me to make that dirt bag *(STOCK MARKET)* endlessly go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; THEY WILL QUITE OBVIOUSLY KEEP DOING, AS THIS ALL BEGAN ON 08/15/1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never ever stops, am I correct, AGENT FALCON, AND AGENT CONDOR, YO?????????????????????? Now before Madonna closes my glandular funny funny curtains, 28 years ago, lymph nodes and MOVERS and copyright tapes all notwithstanding; let me address a powerful deal that I know I did in fact tell and blog back around 2006 and 2007; about a dude by the name of Marty Kravitz. I thought this man wanted to cause me trouble for no good reason, and now, I see the great Paula King, as the player behind this one as well, STANLEY; and am I steamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day after I told him I would not be working in his meat market any longer, so that I could work as a Plumbers’ Assistant for Tom Reale, in the summer time in 1970, he started a rumor, that I had lost my mind, and was freaking out, and he made up all kinds of wild stuff, and for no apparent reason; after all; he could very easily replace me with any one of a hundred other boys at his market, that could do the job as well as I could. I was told this on the very same day that I was told that I was not imagining the student teacher by the name of Miss Zenkiss, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Bancroft School on Kings Highway, named after the great King George Himself of England, who my ancestors went to war with. Strange things were indeed happening to me in 1970, it was quite continuous and perhaps almost unrelenting. The year opened up after all, with the great soap show of New York, Channel-7-ABC Network, called “DARK SHADOWS”, with their LEVIATHAN CULT, and Paul Stoddard, and the great PAYMENT DUE date, my birthday. The big story can be saved for another blog, it is late and I need to eat and crash; so let me merely tell the highlights. Maybe I did lose my mind, and do all the things that this old boss said that I did; that old Marty Kravitz, of Westmont, New Jersey. I have no memory of it, but I have little memory of other things also, and in some cases, none at all. I did not recall the 1968 trip up to visit my Aunt Ruth in Babylon, Long Island, New York; until right around the time that I wrote the blog titled, “Y SHOULDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”, in February of 2009, and yes, on KARGE-DAY, the good old 18th. There is no chance that any of this is a coincidence. If it is and I am wrong, then I beg either my daughter, or the other person; to tell me that this is so, as otherwise; why go on sending me so many mixed signals? Still, Paula King may have blocked out of my mind, some of the mother fucking bullshit, that indeed Marty the butcher, claims that I did, back in the latter days of the year of 1970. How do I know my mom did not find out about the reason why a world famous song was playing called, “UNDER THE BOARDWALK”, and tell me, and then we all went crazy, and ALONG CAME CLUELESS PAULA, NOT MISSING ME, oh no copyrighted little yellow sheets of 2008 paper; but just her powerful IAD-ETTOS MIND CONTROL tactics, and paranormal somnambulist abilities, of hyper-dimensional travel, power, and ultimate control?
Well right now, I do not know who thanks me, or does not thank me; be it my mother or my father, or anyone else, or theirs, for that matter, Mister Cohen; or any other Hollywood, Cali resident for that matter. I tell true stuff. I have no reason to sit here in the middle of the night, spewing out a million lies, or deluded ideas. I know the power of playing with the 5th dimension, as well as the power that Paula has, and uses. I was there when I lost my BOB, and my ‘CHAIN’; and now I am here in hot miserable Florida, with nothing left. All was lost, and these pricks sit up there in the north, laughing at me. Well, one of these mother fucking days, I will get my laugh on mother fucking all of you.
SSJK told me not to tell how we were together in HER GREAT CITY, back on Monday in the human world, or said better, when SHE allowed me to begin the Monday Dream, with some memories from the Astral-Plane, regarding this event or interaction is a better term, that I will now impart to this world. She was singing ‘Love Is For Carpenters’, HER greatest song, to me, while we were in the great Celestial Palace of Kanwal Avenue, in SDK, in the Province of Olympia; and SHE told me, that she would allow me to take the memory of the true melody, back with me; into the waking and mortal world. When she did, I awoke with this memory, and was late for work, as I needed to play it into my keyboard memory, as I sure do not trust my memory all that much. I have been playing this all week long, using headphones. Now of course, since this transdimensional tune, has been electronically stored into a memory system; it has similar results, as if it were recorded onto studio systems, and tapes or CD’s were made. Sorry about any inconvenience that this may have caused the mortal world, or am I? Why should I be sorry for enemies. Why should I care or do any favors for them either, Quentin Petofi Collins, of the autumn in 1969????????????????????????????
Sorry I failed the test Sarah-Stacey, and told the Marty stuff; but you all ready knew that I would when you told me. In fact to quote your wonderful mother, Jewelly; your top VIQUEEN on the AP; you guys all knew this for 50 million years. WOW, what a wild clan of awesome and suigenerous proportions.
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At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. 
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