JOM #10

“LIFE JOURNAL OF ME, FROM NOW UNTIL I AM MAGGOTS #10”
11:06 PM, Monday night on 5 October of 2009, I now open this blog:


There R many strange unexplainable things, and I know some of the well kept secrets and have dared 2 explore many of the forbidden closets, without turning into salt yet. One thing that angers me is when I know deep down that an answer 2 something that really bugs the heck out of me is not really that hard 2 discern and figure out, yet I seem unable 2 as though someone is blocking me with an army of freaking tanks. Parallel event, and exactly how it really works, down 2 the mathematical equations that would over task a mainframe computer, as well as Y it has become the monster of monsters that has reared its ugly rotten head in my life and obliterating any chance of me ever having any kind of normal average life; is one of these examples that totally ticks me off, ANNIE, not King. Talk about twisted sisters, Jan Nace the recording maven of 1977. The illusion of physical time travel being real is as powerful as any thermonuclear device ever created. All illusion has potential dangers, but some more than others, and this is Y it is vital 4 me 2 think things through and come 2 logical conclusions no matter how much time and effort that it might requite 4 me 2 do so. Your pal Bob sure missed his calling in this life. I thought that is Y anyone went into public office, but here was a dude’s opportunity 2 really achieve his life long goal 2 become the president of the United States. Helping me out of this nightmare would have put him on the map in the circles of philanthropy beyond anything else, once all of it were 2 come out and the epitome of its ugliness all become exposed. But then, this is the year that Julia did in my Aunt Ruth, and I wonder Y, Plato!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, the magic mushroom lights R operational on this keypad, noises outside my window always begin when things get typed that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL despises being publicly posted, BRAH. I had copyrighted numerous board games such as Monopoly, only not Monopoly, I am using that 2 illustrate what I mean by board-games, but I made up 50 of them as a teenager, and one was so good that it was stolen not only in the toy world but used in a famous song by the BG’s, as has been told and blogged B4, and I’ll testify 2 it in court any day, YO. Then after 3 years of the copyright office wondering who this goof ball from Rottenbury-Traveler-New Jersey really is, along I come with my first copyright on a song, even though I wrote songs since I was 4 years old. The one U might know about was written at age 14, called, “That’s The Way It Goes”. I dedicate that song 2 to two persons totally apart by the views of man and society, Ziggie, and a very famous comedian, U all should know the story by now. Julia has her tentacles in the United States Copyright Office, and all other important places on this planet, and has since it was created 4 this present experiment. When she saw the lyrical content, she obviously thought even in this period of time, that I was beginning 2 remember things that she had blotted out with her hypnosis. UY know, the story was told 2 me about the gas being left on, and at age 16 or so, the true story of the Huntington curse was told 2 me one day by my dear darling mother, who had more secrets than this under her blouse. This the story of the gas was a lie, I am starting 2 rethink the story of the flu-shot being somewhat spurious. How I remember how the fictional Collins family had so many of their horrendous secrets covered over in lies 2 keep the family name from shame. I don’t find it hard 2 believe when they have Diana’s brother living just down beyond the little door that no one ever got 2C what really laid beyond. It leads into the longest set of corridors U could possibly imagine, and out away from the Ricktown Manor Flower Wing, but never mind this or any Astral Plane information, the point here is that when breathing radiators and nightmares straight out of hell R constantly surrounding a family, I would agree that lying a little is necessary. If the future is tuning into this website on a distance delay system, the website that contains this information in greater detail, is called www.morianity-foundation.com/ and does not exist in 2009. Tune back into 2007.

Well, I told U all the DOW JONES would shoot way up, and sure enough, and 2 no surprise on my part, bingo, it is doing exactly that. The parallel event of wiping me out always creates major bullish moves, especially a major hyper super weekend attack, and this has now been an ongoing nightmare that I am forced 2 endure and suffer through 4 twenty-three freaking stunt clapping years. When I was breaking out of the curse that this evil diseased bunch of filthy garbage bag shirts put me under as a small innocent child, by defeating the roulette bank in the Atlantic City casinos in 1986, they declared major full scale war on me with horrific monstrous persecution, and this is what eventually did me in. I wondered Y4 two straight decades almost, I could no longer win at roulette, once this death siege around me had begun. This is all truth, and someday I plan 2 prove it all in freaking court, and sue real human flesh and blood people that R involved in this unfathomable and surreal conspiracy, and put these diseased brother truckers behind prison bars 4 the rest of their miserable puke swallowing lives and shame their families B4 the entire planet, and own every penny of their freaking net worth, and u can take this as a major LEGAL NOTICE, this is no empty or illegal threat, this is a promise, my fiends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Gawnum told me that Friday last week was gonna B real bad, I simply use the phrase that plugs in on numerous days and verifies when they R matched out 2 my PCN-871. Once I establish the correct phrasing that shows the past history, then the future is also going 2 correspond so long as I use the exact words that match out GAWNUMLY. Usually the female flirtation days also correspond as bad-OTAMM-attack days. I will not share with the evil MILCO my exact phrasings as then a strange power comes into play called atomic-crosstalk. This sort of slang expression used by many a Labber at World Labs, up in 2296, where I am also employed there as Labber Zeejins, and it simply means that once U alter things by letting a force in on what UR doing, especially when measuring its power with some numerological or equative system, they will turn around and attempt 2 stop U by effecting it adversely, simply by doing the opposite of what your system tells U intentionally, and this throws a gigantic monkeyfreakingwrench into the gears. Aniwho, I made back 163 and a half units today, despite the market. I lost another 24 B4 the closing bell, and then from 4:30 until 9:30, I played and played and won back 187 units. And now my net profit is back again, HA-HA-HA, WHO? Prices 2 have 2B paid Mister Dewitt. Even the mighty Donald cannot just go and steal a hotel somewhere, he has 2 pay a price. Was my song on the money in late ‘81, kind sir???????????????????????

Wherever I go, does she really call my name, does she really whisper it out, and R we forever together in my truer Astral Plane existence? U can bet your last chips and your toup on it Don!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Lambriggers can hurt me and wipe me out until freaking doomsday, but they never can win more than a fraction of their total lost energy of attacking the innocent. This brings forth its own punitation, perhaps not in a time world, but in the greater scheme of it all. Kicking a dead horse all day long will wear out your shoe, bruise your foot, and maybe even break your leg. Is the horse any deader at 7 than he was at 3, if he died at 2? So break your darn legs butt wipes, when all is said and done, the fat lady will get tired, the singing will stop, and the truth is always there, remaining strong in the power of the Lawtron.

Well dear diary, did Aunt Ruth really die of a flu shot in 1977? I think not, what do U think Victoria Winters, U of all people should have a powerful opinion here, Mizz Moltke. Well I said what I wanted 2 say, and I am not going 2 go on with a lot more right now. Hyperspace is so huge that it never really can b discussed intelligently, not even if everyone on Earth was Albert Einstein. Does this give my blogaud a new perspective on the 5th dimension tonight, BRO???????????

How do U live with yourself, Paula? How do U stand in front of your mirror? All those recurring dreams I suffered through all my life from my teens until just 3 years ago, about Egg Harbor. UR a monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

End of blog, dear diary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!