TO WHOM IT MY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
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I have not been burning the midnight oil writing web logs recently. The story of my life can never really B properly told, and no way, in its fullness. Trying 2 say certain things is a total useless endeavour. If I say 2 someone 4 example that “U won’t believe me if I tell U”, and they keep insisting that they will, then I wonder, if they will not believe me in the smaller thing when telling them that they won’t believe, how the devil can they believe the bigger thing that they wish 4 me 2 tell. Not a single soul will take me seriously when I say that everything down 2 the smallest enth degree, is cosmiprogrammed with me in the following manner: Whatever things I like R always repelled from my proximity, and whatever things I do not like, R totally attracted into it, without exception, and definitely without my needing to exagerate this. It’s all simply 100% true. Society, at least here in America has altered in several major ways, although mankind has not changed at all in its basic and fundamental existence. With the passing of every year and decade, people that were 30 R simply as those that were 25 a decade or so ago. This is not coming from a person normally aging and born and died, but from someone existing throughout HS. Again, I feel the need 2 specify, that all of U also R in HS in infinite or near infinite existences, but if U do not know it and I mean know it totally and completely like the way U know your name and telephone number, then it is for all intense and purposes, meaningless, as 2 your sence of it all, U got born, U are living your life, and heading for a certain grave. Nothing about this last sentence is untrue, yet due 2 lack of enlightenment, all but a few hundred people alive today know what I mean when I say that also U exist in endless ways of dreams in the great unimmaginable HYPERSPACE, [HS]. If 100 people all have 50 million dollars worth of jewells hidden in a secret area behind a panel in their attick, and one out of these persons stumbles onto their secret panel and opens it up and removes their treasure, and pays the taxes on it, the rest is theirs to live like kings and queens. In reality, the one is no different that all the others living inhomes with similar treasures hidden behind a panel in their atticks. Yet the one will now live a totally different life. If he or she then tried to tell the others that they also had treasures hidden in their homes, and could not prove it 2 them in any real way, not a one would start wripping apart a costly nice well arranged grouping of attick rooms. They would laugh and tell U that U’re a nut, and get lost. Right? If I tell every one in the world that byfollowing me around and documenting exactly what I say is true, and all form a club that will lead to sort of a covert future class action legal suers in a future litigation, as I would most definitely cut the group in, they would never do it, and it never will happen, as they all R2 busy telling me 2 take sike meds, see a counselor, and get psychiatric help. I know beond the shadow of any doubt, that I can never not B, I exist, always have, and always will, and that the GMC is persecuting me in every way possible night and day, and that this hell will never ever end, not in a year, not in 10, not in 100, not in 1000, not in a million, and this I swear in front of any court or tribunal, worldwide, and will state under oath under penalty of purjury charges, right in the United States Supreme Court. I absolutely know that if right this minute, some beauty queen fell madly in love with me, and I was given an opportunity to make 200 grand a year in some business capacity, or if someone legitamately promoted one or more of my many songs or inventions or ideas; the Dow Jones market would fall forever until a 4-sale sign appeared at the property at Broad & Wall Streets in Manhattan. The Phillies would win almost every game like magic, and the Flyers would go endlessly swishing down the toilet. No Mensa genius is needed here 2C that this entire thing has 2B someone’s upline world thought, and theis basically is backed up in the Christian scriptures whether Mountainpen says it or not, and that the thought was about me, or else, there just could not possibly B this powerful of a connection or parallel event between these things. The machine I type on in the Word Perfect Program, adds an [N] to ratio, changes the word casino to casion, over and over, and then I come to learn at the SORA classes legislated by the Governor and conducted under the New Jersey State Police, is also getting their program effected when the typist of the test wrote the word RATIO, and machine mind added the famous N. Lots of people think they R at the center of the universe, but they R simply not. It is a recognized psychological disorder. But the shrinks in my case R all wrong, but I can never hope nor expect 2 get them 2 tear apart their expensive attick tiles and find their 50 million in jewells, on the say so of a nut case mad man.
2 THE GMC
I know that many have fallen for the great one as she lives here in this dreamality, or physical life. Many have met her and written their songs about her, I am but one, but I am her special dog, Zeranniss. Many have written many songs about her, and many have made it to the top of the musical charts that rate music. In 1983, I met a dude named Bob, and he still is right here in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. He introduced me to his good friend the SPIDER, back in 1985. Originally, I was led 2 believe that he was the greatest Elvis Presley impersonator in the world, and worked as a dispatcher for the NJ State Police at the HARRAH’S MARINA, in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. On many parts of the enormous and unfathomably gargantuan hyperspace, this is located on Tennessee Avenue, where Mick-Gee’s shit hole building stands on this atomic signature and intraphasing. He was the coolest dude I ever met. He lived in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, and one day Bob and I were over at his place just down the block from the Fleetway car dealership. He got unbelievably intoxicated and sat down on his bed and began to cry like a baby. Bob knew or must have that he was about 2 let one more person in on the hugest thing in the history of the news media business or poparotcee or however U spell it. Bob kept shaking his right shoulder gently and saying, don’t tellem Elv, don’t, U can’t risk it. He went on 2 let me in on the fact that he met a giant brown haire beauty queen that he referred 2 as the ‘water-queen’. It took until the 21st century to run around, 4 me 2 realize he had met Sarah. Making a very long and secret story short, he wanted her and she was happy with her new husband whom she married in 1977. The situation grew ugly and Mister Claridge top of the escalator restaurant’s son, Sar’s Earth realm hubby, said he was going 2 make a huge scandal and wreck his career if he did not leave his wife alone. He met her at a show he was doing. She had driven him as mad as she has driven me. He decided 2 fake his death and surface as a fantastic impersonator, so he could B near her, and without her knowing it nor trying 2 nor having her hubby stop him. He planned it out very well over years, and didn’t care how heartbroken the whole world would B, not even his own daughter. He made powerful friends as his real self first, so as 2B able 2 get his position with the NJ State Police, as their Harrah’s Marina dispatcher. The world knew this great man 4 a long time as the Spider, and other innitialed hailings for more closer friends, that had meaning, and is why Michael Jackson married his daughter, as well of course as a rouse to attempt to show the world that he really isn’t a little sick child abusing skuz bucket. But much more was connected in all of this. McG loved the power of controlling a powerful deity living on the Earth without her full memories available 2 her. Elvis found about about the matter sucking Kargehole, and neither McG nor Sar’s hub were going 2 ever again let Spider B who he was B4 the nightmare of all of this. All spiritual and hypernatural things occur on the astral plane, which at times can blur, or said perhaps better, the fields between the planes of what mortals call life and death, [physical/astral]. I told all of U that my friend Sally, who hosted Popeye Theatre decades ago on WFIL-TV, Philadelphia channel #6, before it became WPVI, did me a favor and called the Mayors office in AC, NJ, and spoke 2 a dude named Rick. Levy had a cousin working on channel 10 in Philly, who got with his radio buddies in Trenton and started viscious lies about Sally, all because she helped me against Levy and his gang of cohorts, back when he was the Chief of the Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com and these people will wipe anyone out that gets in their way. They R worse than any known maffia or black file goverment agency, and have merged into one group called the LAMISTS. They also exist astrally, and with this name, the Dark Shadows soap opera uses the word LEVIATHANS, but it is the LAMISTS, the one third if the Great Millionth Council that broke away from the other two thirds, and have a hage astral headquarters called the BRIGGBASE, its Earth realm twin is BRIGANTINE, NJUSAESMWG.
As long as they have me 2 pick on the DOW WILL B UP UP UP UP UP. As long as they have me 2 pick on the PHILLIES WILL LOSE LOSE LOSE LOSE.
2 any group that may someday or perhaps has secretly formed as the future class-action suit witnesses:

I will share 50% of all my after tax monies awarded, split up between U. If UR out there, may the GODS B with U. They have done serious body damage 2 me in the last week, and if I die, my murderers R listed, go to any of my blogs on www.blogger.com or that R on my website, [spiders make webs] www.morianity-foundation.com and all of these scum R listed. They killed me, my mother, Dave Roth, and his mother, 4 brutal murders. If I was not 100% sure of my facts, would I dare 2 make such claims and face liebel and slander charges????? Think about it!!!!!!!!!!


Message to the great SSJKK
In human form, U have had great and small people alike fall madly in love with U. In your upline world, as U dream at night, and go into your down-lined thoughtwave, [your creation], U must know that some part of U loves me, and that I am always THAT BOY, or that dog, from DOGTOWN. I was jealous of my brother in my dream, and am so very sorry that I split his head open with a rock.
Message 2 Dorian Wallbanger:
Wish U would put your great theme back on, I was just busting your balls when I would sing along with the LL arrangement. The real infringer was prick cock-head Bobby Brown.
Message 2 the elements:
Bring the wrath of the great SSJKK upon this wicked and sin-cursed evil planet, please, they deserve non of your great mercy, only judgement and Dogtown.
Message 2 Morty Mortino, {death}:
Please take me out of this you rotten prick. Stacey won’t let me visit U at your building in the Great SDK. I know UR near me and I am ready to give U my spirit. Have mercy and get me out of this awful nightmare, if Stacey will ever let U. She says I must do something first, I have not yet figured out what she wants me 2 do.I asked her last night while she was flying her big kite that I got her 4 her birthday. She just giggles and tells me she’s gonna dangle her lovely long brown hair all over me and then take me iut to Viqueen’s Island and make me scream like a wild man.
Message to the great hispanic break dancer dog of Dogtown:
U may B able 2 avoid the paddles better than me, but I am dreaming out of there now, while U still R dreaming that UR there, suffer ya growling fangface shit licker.
Message 2 all my lovely dee-dee ravens and hawks:
Keep following me and watching over me and tell Diana 2 come 2 me soon. I am going nuts without her flashing around, I need her so very bad. How I would do anything for the privelage and honor of dying in the electric chair. Oh JB, let me just sit on it and run some of Diana into me. When I was ten or so as Mountainpen, I would stick an electricians double pole into the outlets and put each hand on one and feel her lovely warm vurrent moving all throughout my entire body, how I love U so my electron, and happy birthday in your human form, yesterday. I still treasure the tape I have of U calling my house and telling me you didn’t need this, no how, no nothing, back in the spring time 24 years back in ’83. Light bulbs have been blowing left and right in my residence, is it U, or MILITUFORCE scuzzers?
To the residents of the astral city of HYDROGLACIA, the physical plane world pulsar star in the MWG:
What do U want with me? I cannot stay dead, so Y keep killing and fucking with me? Ass holes. All stars here in physicallity, not the man-made ones, R in reality large densely populated astral cities. Light is astrally thought energies, and the astral plane is crowded and hence mostly bright. The faster things move in the dream worlds here, the smaller they R and the hotter they R. Concentrically, the larger things R here, the slower and colder they R, and R all perfectly and accurately measurable by the use of the kelvin temperature scales. People think it is a made up word from Star Trek, it is not. 0 degrees kelvin is the same as saying that no motion exists on a molecular level, and as motion begins 2 occur, so does vibration on many varying scales, causing a basic heating up and speeding up and shrinking in size. The Kelvin race on the show from the AG, Andromeda Galaxy, is just phase four entities trying to exist in the third phase and not lawtronically being able to, hence ending up as characters on the fictional show called Star Trek. I have a special weapon that will cause U pain and problems Hydroglacia, if U continue fucking with my ass. I like U much better as a beautiful pulsar star, quit enlucating through the Bickwad fields in the void areas past the OP, or I will use my Magflector on U, and the world will get a taste of science fact and fiction that will really blur the lines of science and church philosophy’s, and screw up society so bad, it will take 500 years to pull out of the 2nd dark ages, I ain’t bluffin’ ass holes!!!!!

FINAL MESSAGE FOE THE DAY-- JOUR JAMAYVOO PAPERS AND ALL PK PAULA:
All systems went into failure on roulette during this super March attack and MARCH SADNESS. But hoops B damned, the QUANTUMCARDECKS have done well. But 2 add to the efficiency, always stop for at least 20-30 hours, any and all gaming, once getting two 5-strings of CORRECT’S or INCORRECT’S. Once when I did not, I went on to get 5 of them in one 3 hour period, and lost the head of my dick for the day. Also, if U monitor just 10 cardecks, and get a magnetic percentage of total verses amount of five’s, and play the lowest cards, and running out the higher MP cards for getting 5-STRINGS using what some gamblers refer 2 as [paper games], U can always play cards that R giving U the best odds 4 getting the 2 and 3 strings, and occasional 4 strings, and there R many more secrets I will show the entities of the multiverse in this great HS, as we move and march along in this blog, but 4 today, FINE’.