TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN-----051807.634

I sittith here at Ed’s this mid-afternoon, cloudy sprinkly and cool, the way I love it, Sarah-Stacey was beautiful, just got back from her human world great city of Levyville.
Starting yesterday, the air shit is back AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. Private planes yesterday all the way up to ten B4 eleven last night, nasty low and zenithing civil rights violations, then today the scuz bag military enemy is hitting me with a super loud and low Coast Guard piece of shit helicopter. Both chopper attacks today were at Ed Himacane’s place. When I get home, it is straight 2 MAGNESONIC 4 a super counterattack. They want me to give Google and the world proof that the worm hole is real, with no blacked out cut and pastes of Air Tactical Command shit from the 177th, verifying the worm hole reality. Look U fucking pricks, I will let go of all of this if U would stop persecuting me so much, I will allow some, but this 2007 shit must stop, or Hawking will get my second package, and the two of them will put an end 2 all of U dirt bags forever, whether ACLU gets on board to protect my civil rights or not.

MESSAGE TO MY BEAUTIFUL ATLANTIC OCEAN, MY ETERNAL TEEN QUEEN, SSJKK:

If U were one bit more beautiful, I would lose even more of my mind than I have lost all ready. I saw U crashing your beautiful waves into the beach from high up in the room at the Holiday Inn on Brighton Avenue or the next block over. I was in a computer class; as I said I was going 2 pursue computers. I could not take my eyes off of U my lovely teen queen. I want 2B not just in phase 2, but here and now in physical life, and come summer, I will B all over U, my love.

I am a phase five being on this planet, and wish 2 tell U that phase 4 beings are totally in control of our entire society and all of this new age and reaganomics and political correctness, and as I type this at roughly 4:30, as it is later now than when I began this blog, a military aircraft just flew quite low over Ed’s. Faze four and three R the same in true energy. The rule makers that in lower astral worlds R the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, R not real the way U would call real, but it is this [circuitry in the cosmic system] that decides if dream-downs from the astral realities, result in moving either physically into the world and starting a dream that UR a little baby getting conceived/born, or moving into the physical realm as fantasy energy. Now this fantasy energy is clever stuff, and a story surrounds it that is so fucking major ladies and gentlemen, U do not want this knowledge out there today, believe me bwaby-wuv.

Well rapies and germiblows, and my loyal Morians, when the time is right, U will B given truths beyond your wildest dreams, and everyone will B able to float, fly, and choose when they wish to live and die, and I do know that the Eckists tell me that is violates spiritual law to tell ultimate secrets 2 a mortal world, and my response is, SUE ME.

Well Rosio’D, sorry I created the incestrallite, but U can’t hate him for honesty and candor. The rotten bastard will tell U and me and all of humanity right 2 our face with no punches pulled nor holds barred, that we can all go fuck ourselves, and he is the all mighty great last trump, honesty almost makes me ejaculate, there really is too little of it. That dude will tell U up front and straight out that he will fuck U on a deal the second U turn your back, and rape your under aged daughter and payoff the courts and the judges as we all have our price, and the bitch knows it. I created this monstrosity on an RS1500US open reel tape recorder late one afternoon in the early spring of 1980, and will regret it until he turns 2 maggots someday, and on this day, I will parachute out of a jet plane screaming “glory B2 the fresh air again”, but still, his candor and lack of time wasting subtle behavior, 2 me at least is a real major refreshing change, U just need 2 wash the ugly taste out of your mouth when the 2 of U pass on a street corner.

I must go home to catch a few winks now, B4 my work shift begins. Next week, I will blog secrets they will B real sorry 4. The accident that my Pleasantville, NJUSAESMWG enemy almost intentionally caused me a couple weeks back was not explained correctly, as I was too shook up at the time. I was heading on Egg Harbor Road towards the Hammonton Library, westbound, not eastbound, and the guy turned right and then re-crossed over the road on purpose, with me right behind him, causing me to race forward and cut hard right in a major maneuver to evasively miss the git bag as too much of a sharp turn at heavy acceleration would have a great chance to cause overcompensation and make an automobile go out of control.
My lovely brown eyed girl, not with the ling but the long brown hair, [error from a prior blog], let me say that U can put me up in the light house and kick my whittle weak ass all U want, but I will always love U and fuck McG, 2 Dogtown with that fat bully bastard. Your brother Frank told me that the two of U do not get along well in adult life, and rarely C each other, I think I know Y, sorry 4 telling U Sarge about what your super sister did 2 me and my chain back in 1969. You R a good cop, and this blog and all of them, never meant 2 tarnish your good name.  No more ambivalence 4 me!!!