WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
#6 PRINTED THIS 2ND DAY OF THE 4TH MONTH OF THE OH-SEVEN YEAR

A late good moanin’ to my Morians, and a major thank U to a group of persons who I recently realized R indeed helping me with my problems, secretly, but of course, that is the only real way at least 4 now, 2 safely do it, as no one wants my enemies 2 become their enemies. First, I was in another part of hyperspace, put more accurately, the me part of me here in this universe, was transported via dream-travel, we all do this every night and some remember more than others, some remember none such as Eddie H my web designer, anyway, anyway, I was the reseeant in the dominant’s wakeful part of this transdimensional hyperspace or McCoo’s 5-D. My ex business partner, part of a tri-destruct parallel 4 me, as between Paula/Paula/Paul, the psychic, the giant, and the other giant who was my partner in SPR, anyway, we were walking in a minimall towards a Radio Shack store 2 purchase something, and the guys knew me in there and were expecting me and my partner. It was like pulling teeth, as all he did was smerk at me and would not one word when I persistantly asked him why he did things 2 me since I moved into Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Just as here he would admit nothing. But I managed in hyperspace 2 break him down, after my final question 2 him that if he or his wife is ever reading these blogs, he will know exactly what is going on and how I can get answers 2 what I need 2 know, if not here, then wherever is needed 4 me 2 aquire the info. The question 2 him was, put more as a statement than a question, “you will never tell me why nor admit it will you, to endlessly make me nuts, wow, a dude your size who can kick the crap out of 99.99% of your fellow man, and U cannot fess up, could it B that not ever telling is the actual deed, more than the deed done of itself”. He grinned a full grin, his eyes turned from stone cold and just plain mean expreeion looking, and said in a quiet voice but not a shy one, yep! Your secret is out Big guy. Whatever I did during one of our phone ‘heated debates’ must have been when U decided to pull this bit of ingeniousness on me. Anyway, I looked at U over there in that parallel reality where U were only about 35 years old, and were 5 inches taller there than here, if U can immagine this, longer hair, worn differently than here where I knew U and was your partner. It was bright dark brown, and U had cowboy boots on, brown and red, cool man. Anyway, I looked in your eyes, stretching my neck practically into contortions, and said to you, “UR intricate”. I said this over anbd over, and after 3 times, maybe 4, your expression grew nasty, and U focussed your gaze away from my eyes, and focussed it straight ahead again, with a glare that said it all, like U were saying,”screw ya, ya little shit head. After we got into the Radio Shack, I looked at U one final time and said, “you’re Einsteinial”. U really R bud, if this is the truth here in this part of 5-D HS, and I believe it is 100%, yea, UR FREAKING EINSTEINIAL”. Amazing how U can forget all I did 4U, somehow your mind is able 2 throw that large part of reality into some cosmic trash can. U can kick my ass all over and up and down the streets of Elm and Hammonton, but pal, after UR gone someday, junior will know where the wedding money came from, I think it’s only fair, and don’t fret, if the genes run the way they should, he’ll turn around and kick my ass 4 saying it, fine, I’ll still feel a final vindication. I would not have cared if U had gotten 600 grand from me, it was the wedding money that I was pissed off about, a real he-man who has more than fisticuffs to back him up, would have caughed up that lousy thousand, just so this now would never B able 2B typed. If it was me, I would rob a bank if I had 2, just to keep my testosterone circles in proper working order. If U cannot C this, well, cool, U did me a huge favor, and whether U believe it or not, I hope U win the powerball jackpot and own the country world someday, all I will ever say to anyone is the wedding story, but U’d B the big shot who could laugh and say, I never knew that little fucking shit. Remember, others have done that also, but as they well know, I keep paperwork, tapes, and everything 2 prove that they can claim they never knew me all they want 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok dude, yeah, sure, right.
Thank you to those reading my story of Matte throwing the huge heavy barbell out to block my way when I desperately needed 2 ask him about my Sarah. Levy told him to fuck me off. I was fooled like the rest of the world and put on my site the info I learned about Mister Green Berret Hero. Someone or something Captain, must have had their highly intelligent Mr. Spok check it all out, as over the weekend, Diana showed me how my website listed the info about special forces Robert Bob, www.morianity-foundation.com , I think it is discussed in the section called KRASSLEVILLE, apropo would U not agree?????? Shortly later, the lies story broke in the press. This shows me I do have friends. Hay Joann, Hi, how ya doing. Believe it or not, throwing him out may not B all that helpful 2 me, as I am concerned about a potential timeline that may get around 2 happening in my part of HS. There R places in the great hyperspace where around the end of this decade and the starting of the next one, I will B working under him after things go real wrong 4 him as Mayor, and he is back on the beach as Chief Levy, my ex-body-surfing-buddy, until he shit all over me when I asked him about Sarah, sho I know he knows well, all EM people R in with utility personel and city workers as both Sarah and her brother Frank indeed R. Let me come down there and ask about anything, B it to McG, the mayor, Matte, John and Photeous at the next door to the CCC parking lot, or anyone, and it is like UR asking 2 rape someone’s underage daughter. They try 2 drown U in the drink, and wreck every aspect of your life. They got tax people on me, convinced a bankruptcy judge that I was trying 2 hide millions of dollars in some out of country bank or a strong box in the pines, Crist, I wish. They fucked with me when I tried to get into the public housing, and on and on, but it was all a favor in long run play, as living down in that city, 4 me, would B total suicide. No, Joann, I know that the mayor is quite shady and I could tell U so much about so many of all of them, but am scared, as my only part time job which I need or I will starve 2 death and my enemies R determined to destroy me totally and completely. They were not afraid 2 start a viscious rumor about a lovely woman and once very good friend of mine, Sally Starr. No one better ever try to dispute what I tell, if I did not have evidence that would stand up legally in court, I would never dare say what I say and make claims that R outlandish against high profile people, I am not that dumb, nor insane. No there is a timeline, and it is coming around more with every passing day with events passing into the time flux such as SORA, Security Officer Registration Act, my firm being bought out by a huge outfit with numerous connections with entertainment and ACNJUSAESMWG, AND THE NUMEROUS TROUBLE SURFACING WITH Levy. If I end up on the beach as Lieutenant in charge of Beach Security, it will B after a nasty terroristic attack, and with this SORA deal, I will B under the direct chain of command of the ATLANTIC COUNTY EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT, which when Levy was Chief of the Beach Patrol in the summer B4 getting elected to Mayor, he during the winter was indeed the head of the EM for the Atlantic County, USAESMWG. Local powers R never 2B underestimated, they R far worse than any federal BFA’s, Black File Agencies, so covert that congress hands them money and asks no questions, and they can invade all of our lives, legally, 4 any reason, and monitor, even totally wreck them, should UB4 whatever reason, declared a domestic enemy of the United States. If he is over me, he will make my life beyond a living Dogtown, and will lead 2 a showdown. Neither of us want this, I don’t go down easy, and neither does Mayor L.
Message to all my lovely hawks and large black birds:
Thank U4 coming all around me with a giant flock, while I was doing my laundry in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, back last week. Literally 50 or more giant hawks and buzzards came right 2 me and flew all over the parking lot swooping down on me while I called out 2 them. Thank U great Sarah-Stacey my love, for sending your birds 2 me. Please tell your cousin Diana, that I need her to go to certain places, that will cause her to come around me while I exist in this nightmare interaction. If she can just come and flash her beautiful colors and let me love her, I could survive, otherwise, I must try to kill myself with the Gamblers Express Train, it comes roaring along at 80 MPH, and all I need to do in the middle of the night is to walk down from any of the stations or cross walks, and disappear into some woods until the train comes along, and throw myself onto the tracks at the last minute, and crunch, I wake up out of this horiffic and viscious dream nightmare. I know I keep trying and it does not work 4 me, but I will keep dying over and over until it sticks, or live trying.  Even sufferers can make little pun jokes. 
To the MAGIC ASTERISK KEMTRAIL OF DECEMBER 1969:
ASTERISK/KRASSLE, only the L or 90 degree angle is not in asterisk, all other letters interchange. Asterisks have 3 lines and 6 points, and 3+6=9, or 3-6-9- a number that police can relate to, right Frank, ol’ pal? Just immagine coming out of a dream where a girl takes a chain away from U, and when U wake up and check a strong box where U keep it in, U find 2 your astonishment that it is gone, vanished and houdini’d. Then U get on your bus 2 go 2 school, and a huge trail made by 3 jets, criss cross making a huge star in the sky, all bright white sparkling in a cold glistening winter sun, actually, it was the final 2 weeks of 1969’s autumn. It disapaited and was seen all over most of Camden County. I have not yet surface-scratched the full story of this chain, the real astral realities and phases of existences, and so much. I have not started getting really into TTH’s, [THIRD THING HAPPENINGS], as this ‘chain dream’ was one of these.
To the WEEKEND SIEGERS CLUB OF A QUARTER FUCKING CENTURY:
For nearly a fourth of a century, these Brigger scum make my weekends a pure hell, and remember the neighbood attack that I blogged, where both of my boob ass neighbors fucked with me when I was coming home tired from a long shift at my job, both on Saturday and Sunday mornings, one on one, and the other on the other, yet never B4, nor since, did this happen, and I am 6 and ½ years at my current Hammonton residence, as I told the Division of New Jersey Taxation and homestead rebate department, in good old Trenton, NJ. I finally got my rebate, but proving I lived here a very long time, was pure hell. They did come through so I must say thank you, it is appreciated, I am drowning and need all the help I can get, it isn’t like I am going out tonight 2 the movies with some hottie on my shoulders. Those days ended 30 fucking years ago, all I am trying 2 fucking do is survive 4 crissake, doesn’t any one have a heart or any human emotion any more, is every one related to Volcan Spok?????????????
Message to locals fucking with me:
I will blog what U did 2 me coming home both Saturday and Sunday, this was on the road stuff, not boob neighborhood stuff, but notice that with both cases, they do not strike on just one of the 2 days that I am coming home from my job, but on BOTH DAYS!!!!!!! Saturday they flashmobbed me big time, tried to get Eddie H’s New York City newspapers at the wawa as I do on Saturday mornings, and the line, for absolutely no reason, was around the store and out the door, and parking was out to a block away. I walked in and saw this FLASHMOB, go to www.csi.com or click around with the CSI TV show sites, and type in flashmob episode, it is not made up fictional fucking shit. Anyway, I threw the papers down on the front area and stormed out, there is no fighting shit like this. Then coming home Sunday, a neighbor of Eddie H’s by no coincidence, fucked with me. He is some sort of local municipal honcho. He had red flags all over, and stopped me while a slew of biker dirt bags were supposedly coming. They come, then he signals 4 me 2 go and when I do, more of them come flying down from the intersecting street where he had me dead stopped, and nearly hit my car. If he had hit my car, my lawyer would have been on board real quick. When I asked him if I had permission to U-turn around, he said 2 me, “U can’t B in a hurry on a Sunday morning”. I just said,”I will wait”, and rolled up my window, but Y if this was not 2 annoy me, could I not simply turn my car around and gone down the block before to get to the same place? This turd illegally rides his little kid on his loud ass Harley blotorsuckle up and down Ed’s street over and over, whil I am in here trying 2 do my blogging. Mr. McCoy of L&O, how much of this would U believe is coincidental and not intentional harassement if this was happening 2U, and your show was real life, come on, I ask you, send me an e-mail or comment, would U believe it, ‘cause it is not the way U operate on the TV show.