Movement Stage 21


Well my Morians, lotsanlotsa shover-it is as usual has been going down all around me, since my last attempt at Blogging. Library told me that it is the great COMCAST, which is doing this to me. They keep continually cutting off the wifi service my webmaster is using with his laptop, to create my MF webpage, no I am not swearing, MORIANITY FOUNDATION, may be thought of as a new way to say mother-you- know- whatter, when I get done creating it, however. Not only is jerk off Comcast cable messing with me, but I was almost fired over the weekend, and my dirt bag bosses are not a bit understanding about my car problems. They know I have a dude who is willing to repair a major needed problem, but can only do it Sunday afternoons, not a period I even signed on to work in the first place, yet they change my hours and threaten to fire me if I do not comply with a smile, and let me be damned with my problem, as I cannot afford 300 smacks to have my mechanic do the work. Heavy harassment as always was there to greet me on the job, making me totally miserable, and leaving me vulnerable to police harassment should one of them think my car is a bit too loud due to my hole in the pipe. Could have had it all taken care of back 2 days ago, but no, and it is always all my fault, and I better not complain, just do your foooookin job, shut up and quit bitchin’.

Coming here to the library today, a different one so that Ed can work on my page while I blog, I had a son of a bitch appear behind me out of absolutely nowhere. We turned down a street, nothing was within sight for 800 yards or better, I turn, and boom, like Merlin’s marvelous magic, at work against me as friggin usual, a crud bag is barreling down and right on me, like Scotty on the SS Enterprise had literally just beamed the damn truck there behind me already running. He is honking and practically hitting my vehicle, so I pulled over and let him go around. I reported his plate number to the nice lady that is part of the work crew that has been fixing the road leading to the HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, library. I told her how abusive he was, and that he was a very dangerous and illegally aggressive driver, against the NJ driving laws, pal!!!!!! Did not of course mention how he just popped up like Kirk himself just told Scott to put him there with the ship’s transporter system, you get know where, I’ve learned a long time ago, by trying to tell people things that are in the realm of the totally unbelievable.

Speaking of getting license plates and giving them to the authorities, my 1978 green Chevy Nova car was stolen the day before Christmas of 1979, while parked and running, like a dope with the keys inside, in the parking lot of the RPL studios where I presently was employed. Told yall that the scummy vomit strawers love to kick my pathetic whittle ass on holidays, or the eve’s thereof. This has been going on even before the Scummer-summer nightmare of 15 August, of 1986. All my damn life, these sicko’s have made it worse for me, and intentionally so, at the times where persons in the human community are supposed to be experiencing happiness and joy, joyous/festive occasions/holidays, all same diff. I so much as laughed a bit too loud on New Years Eve at 10 PM, and my upstairs crumb bag neighbor, a total pig who because of him and his pig wife, my poor mom and I suffered with innumerable mice and roaches until we moved the hell out of that shit hole place.

They sent a giant in here a few minutes ago; she is a minimum of 6 foot 5 in flat shoes. She is very beautiful, jet black, delicious brown eyes and black hair, to die 4, and talks to the jit ball sitting in the seat and using the computer directly across from mine. Yet when I first got here, and was whispering to EH, he kept telling me to shush. What all this is my friends and fiends, is a totally unfair and UN level playing field, always has been and always will B. It is controlled by the very reality that permits nothingness to fall out and away from its void self and awareness, into unlimited astral and physical interactions. The force permitting this 2 B done is Lawtrons in their interactions, which fall down in a lower reality and beingness, to the form of the GODS, as we mortals here on the physical plane perceive them as. My own unconscious mind enjoys misery, even laughing back at seeing the show from my higher realities. It knows that the answer to it all is a good woman, any good woman. I cannot expect Stacey or Diana to appear to me on the mortal realm, and have wasted much of my life, and have thrown away countless opportunities. To this day, extremely attractive women of all ages still come up 2 me and engage me in conversation. A hotel maid asked me out directly while working there as an assistant maintenance man not too long ago. My beach stories would make lots of young studs drool. I not that long ago, had many beautiful queens chasing after me at various times on AC, NJ beaches in the time range of summer 96-Summer OH-3. All I ever did was totally ignore them, and try my best 2 just get away. I stop to put air in tires for my auto, and girls 18-22, children, but legal, practically rape me, and all I can think of is getting away from them, all because on astral realms, I have had the giant VI-QUEEN gang rape me, they are giant beautiful teen queens, and are extremely aggressive. But as long as I fail 2 act like a normal man, and start 2 date, and relax again in the companionship of the feminine population, the evil LAMIST CULT will forever destroy my life.

Soon, I will tell you all a story that happened during the last hours and days, leading up to my escape from Tom Reale, and the Lamist Culters, and how I nearly died under Central Pier on the last day of June of ’70.