MORIANITY 2, KING NEBNOOSHOO, JWC2, DAY 00010, BLOG-B

          MORIANITY 2

 

 

JWC2, DAY 00010, BLOG-B

2:24 PM-EST IN FORT PIERCE BOTBAR FLORIDA

MY DIRT BAG NEIGHBORS ARE FEROCIOUS AND EVIL

 

At about ten minutes past two, on this mother fucking afternoon, I was awakened from a nap, by a tremendous horrific group of uncouth and extremely loud sounds emanating from at least two or three of these sicko trash two legged roaches over there, super loud hall shouting, doors slamming, after a weekend of much quieter conditions. Now I realize it is New Years Eve Day, but this is fucking cunt absurd times twenty three thousand. 

 

The skies are quiet, all though yesterday over at Mike Patterson’s beach-house, a plane that was very loud and very low, was dogging me while I was there, and we were working on our project. I am unable to get more than two fucking days straight of NON-BOTBAR DAYS any more, and this condition began in November sometime, making this a brand new set of really super fucked up magnetics for me, that if does not change, I will need to drive out of here, and straight out of this evil empire, and straight into Mexico, and lever mother fucking look back. I cannot exist at my old age, living between 60-70 percent mother fucking SUPER ass FUCKING BOTBAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It does appear, and no one onjut here can mother fucking deny this, that every single cunt eating time that I do a blog, late at night or after midnight anytime, that the next day always follows with a fucking ass NEIGHBOR ASSAULT. They are either ‘TOLD‘ or else they are seemingly ‘MIND-CONTROLLED‘, influenced or paid off, but either way, by the MILI-2-FORCE, TO DO THIS ATTACK ON ME, AND WRECK MY DAY, every single fucking ass time, YO!Also, when these bastards all come here to that apartment, and according to Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto, ILLEGALLY, it is a matter of a fairly short duration before loud thumping noise-music begins, despite them being told, supposedly anyway, they they cannot blare that powerful big subwoofer that they all brought in here last September. So far however, so good, no noise that shakes my walls and breaks my nerves, as it would any non-lobotomized normal person from my times and days. I am happy not to be a part of this totally insane and totally ill and twisted new world, new society, and NEW WORLD DISORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Another thing that has ruined my day besides these cock chewing nabes from fucking hell, is a bill I got when I was out visiting Mikey yesterday, and opened it after I was awake from this horrendous attack of noise. It must be a mistake, but it is from my HMO, that says I will need to pay $110.00 for my last office visit, and the doctor is away until Wednesday, vacationing for the helliday-holidays, so I must wait until then to find out what this total bullshit is all about. I was promised that this HMO covers shit fully with him, and have no plans whatsoever to pay it, and my credit is all ready totally fucking shot, thanks to THAT FAMILY of abducted nightmare washcloth lungs from 1970, who knows, maybe ten other rotten things will all happen today, but in any event, here we go again, with another mother fucking major ass BOTBAR X ONE, and the calendar of DECEMER of 2012, is so filled up with ‘B’ letters circled twice, that it looks more like my daughter’s Honey Bee Club, than a page on a frikkin calendar. Slam, Slam,, Boom, it is now 2:55, and it is still ongoing, but without the loud sub-woofers, so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get my disability money on the third, and sit here without an extra drop of gasoline until Thursday, which is January the third of twenty-thirteen. Hence, I can go nowhere, and who would walk around a hood like this place, and tan-less, not me, and they tell me that saying this makes me a racist, I say it is just honesty, Mister Wolf, let’s see you and Trump and all of your trashy and high faulting friends go out around here, and walk around alone. I triple fagot dog dare any of you. I might ever come and visit you at the local Lawnwood Regional Hospital, if for no other reason other than to fucking just gloat, YO DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me play some roulette, and I’ll come back and give you the results, YO DOGS, WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Now it’s fucking time to talk about the United States of America and its federal government’s very favorite subject, YO; STATISTICS, JUST GOING BACK TO AFTER THE END OF LAST JULY, to keep shit short, sweet, and simple, BRO!

 

You have heard me discuss the statistical technology of using what is not new or made up by me, in its raw concept, parallel event, merely this exact name given is mine ®, and I do officially claim it. The Star Trek-TNG peeps, used the term, correlation of event, or some other similar term, and there are tens if not over one hundred others, I’m quite sure, but PE, and applying it with a purpose, goal, and motive, that is APE or Applied Parallel Event, and THAT, is my own registered words, as is also, from a very similar type of statistical technology, the combination words of MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, OR MP for short, APE, and MP are my own exact titles, and they take some things that all ready always existed in life and its interactive surroundings, only it also seems to have incorporated, some almost esoteric additional feature, into the otherwise all reading existing, basic type of statistical reality and even, technology. Before we get into this, I was cremated with the HOUSE-VIG or the green numbers of zero-double zero, and still quit ahead of the game, took my paper win, and left the paper casino, despite a despicable attack, AGAIN, by the wonderful and so blessed, ”WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE”, OR IN GOOD OLD  CHEMTRAIL LINGO, PERHAPS PRONOUNCED AS THE ALL LOUSY MIGHTY, ”KILL-A-BLUE-SOURCE”, AFTER-ALL, IT RHYMES, AND IT MAKES PERFECT FUCKING SENSE, and I need not get my daughter’s all mighty permission, to blog it, not that that will guarantee another shot back to me about my fibbing lyrics, only they tell the truth, and she knows it, so let her be the sixteen year old that she always will be, and see if I could care in the least. Now before we get into the statistical stuff, yes, I lost four units on the green house vig, but made seven units and did not lose any units back to the regular system, so 7 units won minus the vig of 4 units lost, and I decided to get out of the situation three units up and ahead of the dam ass game, YO, and on a very bad and BOTBAR day of pummeling and assault by my WOMO-M2F  enemies. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!! But I also did one other thing besides play a SYSTEMS-ROULETTE game, oh yes sir/mahm; I asked my kitty cat, GAGA, just exactly WHY I fell under this HORRENDOUS and  MONSTROUS, EVIL FUCKING ATTACK; FROM THESE NABE FILTH BAG SCUM SNAKES, AT ABOUT TEN MINUTES PAST TWO OF THE CLOCK, THIS DISASTER-NOON; AND WAS GIVEN THE PCN OF ‘725’. Now PCN-725 has some real interesting words and combinations of phrases and word groupings, that really make me sit up and take notice, not that all of my answers do not totally make sense to me and the query that I asked of the GAWNUM, but this one really ices up the cake real thick and yummy, so I’m saving a nice big slice for lovely Ashley Tinsdale and her musical friends from high school and war coward ambulance drivers!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, here is my MATCH-BOOK ITEM LIST, for PCN-725, in its frikkin entirety, slam-boom, bang, holler:

 

VERSION—-SAHASRA DAL KANWAL—-THE VOID—-TWO THOUSAND EIGHT—-KRASSLE SANG—-FLORIDA—-CURLY CAREY EINSTEIN MESSAGE——————————————————-

 

It really jumps out at you like fifteen sore teeth all throbbing in excruciating indescribable agony times ten to the power of eighteen. I mean it all does, if you were me, and understood as I do, my life in its entirety, or as best as can be expected for a flesh and blood human aniwho; but that one thing at the end, I mean come on, just look at it now, and then take Einstein’s initials out of the last name, and without any old songs, thrown shoes, treadmills, talking dogs, or anything else, we can hear the song clear as day from 1986, called, “Real Good girl”. Still, all her teenaged pretty curls notwithstanding here, now go the first of the two words, ‘curly’. To change this nickname when I did not use the other one, “MY”, just simply take the letters where Einstein’s initials would be, CURLY, and what does this name change into, and does that little message to me in 2008 with that cool music project that she did about his world famous relativity formula, not spring into mind real quickly? Simply take the RED LETTERS, and transpose them to Einstein’s initials, and as she told me, I got her message, but I got it, to quote her on her 2008 website, “TOO LATE”.

Things like this are simple for the All Mighty Scylla to figure out and engineer, and I’ve learned that there’s nothing that she cannot do, other than without the initials in there at all, maybe get real sad, which is the last thing that I ever want for my wonderful kid. Now we can get down to cases with the statistics, with the subject of my BOTBAR DAYS, beginning just as far back as August, when an all ready wicked demonic year, was turning even deadlier and as the Youtube society may put it, the hellishness around me began going fucking viral!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  First, with no mathematics performed yet, here is the total monthly count of my BOTBARS, from months August through December; as this day is the end of December, and is all ready BOTBAR, and done and over, and closed out until New Years Day in the starting of the eight teen years of the twenty-first century, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

 

AUGUST—TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS————–10

SEPTEMBER—TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS——–07

OCTOBER—TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS————13

NOVEMBER—TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS———10

DECEMBER—TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS———-19

 

Now first of all, a moron child with a fucking shoe sized intelligence quotient times five, tops; can see perfectly well, that things were bad a while, and yet this last 2012 month, they skyrocketed from bad to beyond fucking hellishness cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For a quick example, the actual 12/2012 Botbar MP (Magnetic Percentage) or 10 times 100 divided by day total of 31, is close to double, the average of the preceding mother fucking four months of 08/2012-11/2012, let me frikkin do the frikkin ass math for you, YO!

 

These are the similar ways in which our great federal government keeps tracks of their eleven main national leading indexes and indicators of the American economical situation and conditions, perhaps they use varying methodologies, but it all leads to very similar analytical results that can go on to be graphed, charted, and carefully examined and scrutinized by real data experts.

 

OK, so let us begin to play, shall we good peeps, YO? The Magnetic Percentage for BOTBAR from August through November, rounded off to nearest decimals, is August-32%, September-23%, October-42%, November-33%. Adding these four numbers and then dividing this total by four, gives us the average, as we all learned, or should have, back around third or fourth frikkin grade somewhere,YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This comes to a rounded off 32.5% for the months of August through November ‘MPB’ or (Magnetic Percentage for Botbar)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we take the MPB for the month of DECEMBER, TWENTY-TWELVE, and WOW, WOW, and mister Trump-Macy, Crissake All mighty and YO, it is a whopping Presidential WHOPPER number of nightmare and personal catastrophic proportions. It is 61%-MPB. Yes, shifting those old RPL-Doctor gears here of a quick second folks, holler, holler, slam, bang, boom; you uncouth pricks from across the fucking hallway, here at my Public Housing Building at 601 Avenue B, here in Fort frikkin Pierce, Florida, YO, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those interested on the procedure used for getting MPB numbers, it is not rocket science. It is the total amount of BOTBAR DAYS in the month, times 100, and then divided by the days of that month, then rounded off to the nearest decimal for a magnetic percentage number. Still, I then took the average of these four previous to 12-2012 months of August through November, which came to a rounded off 32.5%, and compared this four month moving average to the current month of 12-2012, and that is 61 minus 32.5, or an absurd and totally Kateydeeeeeequlous non mini-Viqueen amount, of difference worse, of 28.5%. This tells me that December of 2012 was almost thirty cunt lapping percent worse than the four month sliding or moving-average, of this personal  mathematical scale, used here; or said real parochially, things suddenly, as bad as shit was since the middle-late summer time, have ‘WALMART SUDDENLY’ become far far dangerously fucking WORSE FOR ME; and the math numbers do not know how to fucking tell lies. It is right there in black and white, on paper, on Einstein’s non crying chalk boards; or anywhere else that you may wish to do, and write these calculations down; and later, as I once did many years back in frikkin time; even go as far as to carefully graph and chart them, on both line and bar charts. I never needed the pie type, as rarely was I doing comparative sectional graphics, where they are more prevalently frikkin used. So hello to you too out there, NSA, FBI, CIA, and all my agent pals, as you can see that the great MILITUFORCE, who you guys and gals all fear as well and know we all must just shut up about it for fear of the JOE PAGET SYNDROME, or War of the Worlds Syndrome, whatever, we all know that normal folks just could never handle any of these truths, and they absolutely MUST see these blogs as laughable and written by a crazy man, only you peeps out there, YOU KNOW FRIKKIN BETTER, DUDES AND DUDDESSES, YO!!! WHAAAA!!

 

I am going to end this and hang up now on Sarah Krassle’s magical yellow telephone, and make my payment to the bridge troll, and wave to the magic peeps in the wild train that rides over the great river. Talk about the expansion of feeling sensory, SHEEEEEEEEEIT, pretend this is the twelfth of July of 2003, and just don’t get me going here, Mizz Eckert Pharmaceutical employee, with the non Lee teenaged fake nail makeup. Oh well, the entire song, YBCO is fake techno-pop, except for the intro part which is where the vocals were computer sampled from, and this was just a quick cheap scratch copy, YO. So let me sign off and post up, for now, this day, this month, this year, this century, this millennium, this lifetime, this fucking entire eternity, is totally SHOT as far as I am concerned, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

 

ENDING FOR RIGHT NOW, but Arnie muscles, look for a lot more, as you of all folks know, that “I’LL BE BAAKK”!!!!!!!!!!

 

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MORIANITY-2 (MASTER COPY FOR CAPPING)

TWO YOUTUBE LINKS OF DECEMBER TWENTY TWELVE

 

 

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk   (Governor Jesse Ventura)

 

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life;  including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott;  how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ***** 100% machine created

technopop

 

YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

 

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC

TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.

 

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog, and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555; and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO.

 

 

 

 

Oh boy, here comes the sub-woofers, let us see how bad this gets folks, as 911 is a call away and I have a working phone.

MORIANITY 2, KING NEBNOOSHOO, JWC2, DAY 00010, BLOG-A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

              MORIANITY-2

 

JWC2-DAY-00010-BLOG-A

12:50 AM-EST

EARLY MONDAY MORNING HERE AT FORT PIERCE, FL

© MARK WAYNE MOHR, BLOGS ‘URLS’

 

 

 

Without beginning in 2006, and at least skimming through my seven year blogging career, you will be totally clueless what all of this MORIANITY is all about, maybe it is better that way, who can ever know?

 

 

 

I got through a slightly better weekend but learned quite a lot of powerful things. Even though, and if you don’t know about APE or Applied Parallel Event, and have not read about it on my many postings and many blogs, then this will make as much sense to you as your dog throwing sticks for you to fetch and you agreeing to its game; but despite the cunt lapping PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HOCKEY TEAM NOT PLAYING THIS SEASON, meaning that I should not have had anywhere near this bad of a fucking time of things since late ass September, when the total mother fucking opposite is what actually occurred, there was a good reason indeed for the fucking shit that has been pummeling me since this time of the GREAT INTERACTION OF WHAT I’LL REFER TO HERE, AS CHAIN-2, 42.7 years apart, as far as being why I say 2, as in one and then two, the first wild interaction with this CHAIN, was in early middle December somewhere, back in the fucking ass year of 1969, YO YO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This horrible twenty-twelve year, that now has 22 hours and mother fucking 49 minutes left in it, and so, REAL MORIANS,  know why I am doing fucking this right now, 555555555555 plus 555555555555555555555 times 555555555555555555 is equal to I do not give a rats hell in hot hell puke at light speed squared, but yes, the year is nearing its horrendous evil ass end, and GOOD RIDDANCE to this rotten filthy fucking year of absolute shitty stenchy hell for me; but yes, the entire year was horrible, and broken down into three major events that made it this way, all though as they were coming into my life, I of curse, was totally unable to see the Forrest from the Jason trees. First was the HUTCHINSON ISLAND BEACH ROBBERY, where all my shit was stolen by some filthy criminal fucking thief, while I went swimming that day around the first day of summer. Then in early autumn, one season later, came the powerful CHAIN-2 WILD  INCREDIBLE DREAM, with my kid. This seemed to do many things all at that very same time, along with the hellish nightmare of the ‘psychic stereo’, discussed on many blogs from these past days. Also during all of this, was my attempt to post up a song, remade from a song that I’d written at the age of twenty-eight and a half years, back in the late spring time in 1983 called, “Girl, I’ll Tell You Anything”, renamed and redone with slight alterations, a new title, and new lyrical content; the 2012 title now being, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”. Then the big automobile repair expense when I am living right down to the penny-wire, and this 120 dollars may seem laughable to a lot of you reading this, but to me, IT FUCKING DENDED MY WORLD, and forced me on a bread and water diet, literally, throughout this fucking unspeakable and brutal last month of this despicable and deplorable year of 2012, as this was money that I did not have, and caused me to borrow it from my State Farm monthly auto debit pay system, so I will need to pay them their normal insurance monthly amount twice in January, which is why I have been forced to mother fucking cancel my COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, to compensate, or I will be eating bread and water and crackers and piss for another month, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I’ve lost my only e-mail address, as of around January the tenth, as when the cancellation kicks in, the internet and the e-mail fucking go, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So these three cunt lapping mother fucking total disasters, WIPED ME FUCKING COCK SUCKING TOTALLY OUT IN 2012, YO YO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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DID THIS YEAR WIPE ME TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OUT, GOOD FOLKS, YO, WHAAAAAAAAA, but SUPER-WOW, more wild shit is happening, and not all of it is bloggable.

 

When I went to sleep two nights ago or really, I suppose it was Saturday morning right after it started getting light outdoors, I went into a major wild interaction that was so beyond telling in mortal words, that it is like comparing the attempt to do so, with trying to beat up a heavyweight boxing champion, when you are at the age of four. It involved the same bridge that I was at where Sarah had her yellow telephone some place close, and this occurred while working at that Roadway Trucking site for 29 straight hour shifts, before such things became federally illegal to do, back in the first years of this third millennium. I cannot tell you too much other than the fact, that if anyone were to read the last few months of my 2007 blogs and then early into my 2008 blogs, you would begin to see some strange things that without so doing, reading past the time shortly to follow this, where I was not blogging at all and was totally off-grid for about seventy days; would make no sense at all, yet by reading back from say early autumn in 2007 until I do stop the blogs for seventy days, well, do it; and then get a major unfathomable frikkin mind blow, from here to fucking ‘eternity, maternity, and Outer Limits early sixties great black and white television shows’. Oh Jennifer and Tiffany, where are the two of you when this poor old ugly fat slob wehtahd need you so much, like Hyundai-2006-DUH??

 

 

 

I’ve said it before, and will say it again, EMOTION is a powerful reality, that is a lot more than just some part of chemistry reaction on the physical plane taking part in brain matter of humans. First off, there are five senses, and all of us have varying degrees of acuity of all of them, some see better, some see worse, same thing goes with hearing, tasting, smelling, and feeling. This last one, as my kid might say, should be “Put on top”, local walls notwithstanding. This is because, this sense can do some really amazing stuff, when it is increased beyond the norms. You can feel things to the point where your heart will explode and you would die. I am able to daydream in ten seconds from full normal waking beingness, into interactions so frightening, such as falling off of a mountain or a tall building, that my heart literally explodes, and then the World Laboratories needs to retrace me again. To practice this, anyone can do this on lesser degrees. Just tune out all else around you and see yourself falling off of a large height and tumbling and keep doing it and believing it until your heart races, and after a minute or so, the average person pulls back and stops, takes a few deep breaths, and hopes that their heart slows back down. Now this is just an example. With enough controlled sense feeling, you can place yourself anywhere, at any time, and the daydream will become an eventual full blown dual reality. You can hear people in cars talking privately and learn secrets even though they may be thousands of miles away, you can place yourself into deep space and battle enemies with more emotion than watching the greatest sci-fy show or movie ever written and made, on the greatest movie screen or home theater system. This is the ultimate so called VR, or Virtual Reality. Only a very few peeps are doing this, and can do this; and I am one of them;  but I talk about it. Others are all in fear of rejection, and scorn; and being totally sociologically ostracized from their lives. They still do this, but they keep it very secret. Hmm. Well, let me get off of this yellow-telephone now, Ingrid in early 1984, as this is getting very-very-very old, right Copyright Office Examiners of those times, YO? I could say a trillion octillion more things, but it may be wiser to just do a Sidney Mirrors Crown here, and just shit the shit up!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

END TRANSMISSION, FOLKS,

 

WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

KING NEBNOOSHOO, MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00008, BLOG-A

MORIANITY-2

 

JWC2-DAY 00008-BLOG-A  

2:30 AM-EST-HERE IN ROTTEN ASS FORT PIERCED, FL

EARLY ON A SATURDAY ROTTEN LOUSY STINKING

MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, DOGS:

 

 

 

 

 

Gee willagars, lads and lassies, I have a few things to tell you before I crash and burn out of this super mother fucking BOTBAR ASS DAY, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Golly, gash, darn, Copyright Office of 1988, and fellow time manipulators, along with Pete Pote, and Sheri Lee as well, with SHOE BOXES, and Saturn Automobiles; huh Stephanie, YO? So let us get right down to fucking cases, shall we BRO and SIS?

 

That slutty little mother fucking demon is back, who I named ‘DISDEE’ for Disappearing Demon entity, the little bitchy whore, that enjoys making my shit vanish out of sight; sometimes for good and all, right Ebeneezer Scrooge?

 

I asked the great GAWKY GAUKAUK KITTY CAT some things, and now need to share it with my BLOGAUD, YO.

 

Before I get to the Q&A GAWNUM SHIT folks, I need to tell you, that my mother fucking illegal jerk off neighbors have been PURE FUCKING CUBNT HELL AGAIN for the past few days. Monday, I am driving over to the Fort Pierce Police Station, and signing a complaint against them for personal harassment, I am taking these fucking jit bag scum suckers to court. Then I am suing the Public fucking Housing Authority, for mistreatment. All day again, and worse than ever, SLAMMING FUCKING DOORS, HALLWAY SHOUTING, BOOMING SUBWOOFER STEREO NOISE, and that’s exactly what it fucking is, no talented fucking rotten NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

People who can actually write music and sing to it, are out of business, as now we basically have and have had for a long while, THE NOISE INDUSTRY, I do not know where the fucking music industry vanished into, maybe I should cunt eating ask my rotten friend, DISDEE????????????????

 

I asked three questions, and also, played another SYSTEM-ROULETTE game, winning another fucking 3 units for a total of 4 units today on super BOTBAR TIMES TWO, or $400.00 on the 1986 Atlantic City gaming level that I used to play, when I would go to the New Jersey fucking ass casinos back then, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not going to lie to you folks, THIS IS A REAL COCK SUCKING KICK ASS ROULETTE SYSTEM, RIGHT UP CLOSE TO PARALLEL EVENT ITSELF. Jason Forrest and his garbage WFMU has me plastered on the internet, discussing a tiny bit of the topic of applying parallel event to this game of roulette, on that fucking page he put up about MEET MARK, and Crackpots From New Jersey. Turn down that pull gain, Jason, at least DEEZY SLIM does not distort his music on YOUTUBE, if you cannot hit his magic levels without distorting, then turn it down, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me keep my transdimensional Cifaloglio boss happy so I don’t get lifted up off the ground, or for that matter, let me keep Nick happy so he doesn’t grab my throat again, like he did elsewhere in hyperspace at the fucking Lakehouse, back in early oh-M-9. SHEEEIT!!!!!!

 

OK, I’m bushed Mister ex-President, so let me get the 3 Q&A things done and sign the hell off of this blog.

 

QUESTION 1 FOR THE GAWNUM:

 

WHO OR WHAT IS MOST RESPONCIBLE FOR MY TOTAL FUCKING 2012 MISERIES, AND WANTS ME DEAD THE MOST OUT OF ALL OF MY WOMO-M2F ENEMIES???????????

 

ANSWER-PCN-121, THESE INCLUDE MY ITEMS AS FOLLOWS YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN—-”GLOOMY SUNDAY” SONG—-ROYAL FLUSH—-DANCE MUSIC—-CHERRY HILL—-EMPIRE STATE BUILDING———————————–

 

 

 

QUESTION 2 FOR THE GAWNUM:

 

WHY AM I SO PREVENTED AND SANCTIONED, FROM BEIBNG ABLE TO LIVE, USE SOCIAL MEDIA, HAVE MY OWN FAMILY, HAVE ANY KIND OF A NORMAL LIFE AT ALL, OR EVER BE ONE BIT RECOGNIZED FOR MY TALENTS AS A WRITER OF ANY KIND, WHEN I KNOW DAM WELL I AM NOT ALL THAT TERRIBLE, AND REALLY FUCKING YUKKY SHIT IS GETTING MILLIONS OF HITS AND VIEWS?????????????

 

ANSWER-PCN-220, THESE INCLUDE MY ITEMS AS FOLLOWS YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

ASTRAL PLANE—-MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS—-BOOK OF BEACH—-HIP HOP MUSIC—-MOUNTAINPEN—-GODDESS JEHOVAH’S DREAM—-DONNA SUMMER—-JEDD CLAMPETT—-LIVE FOREVER—-TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH ME IN MY FIFTIES—-SANDRA MASON

 

WELL FOLKS, YO, I AM GOING TO SLEEP, AND HOPEFULLY I WILL NOT HAVE HORRIBLE FUCKING NIGHTMARES, TO USE YOUR FORWARD MORTAL LINGO HERE, WHAAAAAAAAAA.

 

Maybe it is just a coincidence, but it is funny that this nabe shit started up real bad, right after I was working on a wild new system for winning lotteries. I did not say anything, but “THEY” fucking know every cunt lapping thing I do, how can I win or beat something, that as even SUPERMAN was quoted as saying, in the original 1957 black and white television show about the machine that could turn the crooks and robbers invisible; “That I can’t see”? He makes one hell of a point, with or without any horses, fudge, Warren Grove, New Jersey’s, or accidents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Well, Trump, Wolf, Macy, and all others, let’s do it, and get it fucking over with, to quote old Tommy Pervert Reale from 1970, *****W—-O—-W*****. WHAAAAAAA!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

END TRANSMISSION, YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!   

 

 

 

YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE

(C)2012 NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,

GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING

 

 

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”

 

 

 

 

                          VERSE ONE

 

I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

 

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

 

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

 

We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you

 

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

 

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue

 

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

 

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

 

We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

 

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

And I’m not giving any freaking fish away

 

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So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

 

And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

 

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

 

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

 

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

 

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

 

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

 

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

 

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

 

People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day

 

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

So I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                               VERSE THREE    

 

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

 

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

 

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

 

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

 

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

 

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

 

Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill

 

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

 

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

 

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

And I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                                 VERSE FOUR      

 

You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking

 

You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

 

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

 

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

 

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover

 

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

 

That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

 

So you’re not giving any of your fish away

 

 

         END OF SONG.     

 

 

THIS DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDES IN 1983, AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.

 

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More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3),  MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUM, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, cOPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. aLL i EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.  Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently.  He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.”  The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title.  He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.  More importantly, he is insane.  Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.  His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.   And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.  Covertly, of course.   Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.  (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3)    Android & Angel (MP3)    12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Sorry about that!  I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil.  Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey.  As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other.  They were both 90 minutes long.  I only have one now.  They feature folk songs and disco songs.  He never mentions his name  but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette.  I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered.  Some of his songs are actually pretty nice.  And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty.  Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve  ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed. 😦

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy!  One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist).  That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about.  Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

https://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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GGGGOK, John HOSEDREAMS KING MONKS and other Morians, Lessians, and all Inbetweenians out here, YO, I played five short ROULETTE GAMES, AND MADE SIX UNITS OF PROFIT, OR $600.00, as I play on the money chip black hundred dollar gaming level, this of course is played hypothetically, but will not always be, and later on, I’ll fucking blow your mind with some really mild fucking mathematical shit, folks. My QUANTUM ROULETTE was four out of the five games, and I played my enemy facvtion of WOMO NABE-SCUM twice, and my enemy faction of WOMO AIR PERSECUTOR DIRTBAGS twice, and with the NABES, ended up flat even with them. With the aerial persecutors howerver, it was minus one on the first game, and plus three on the second game, for a +2 PROFIT, so the NABES was a 0. The other four units came from my really fucking dynanmite system, and this nmade nme four units of profit, or $400.00 of profit, a total day profit, on one of the worst days of my fucking life and worst two day Botbar string, of $600.00 using the black gaming chips that I used in Atlantic City, in 1986. Yesterday on Botbar X 1, I quit at one unit ahead, so the systems roulette made me a two day total of $500.00, during these last two days of SUPER FUCKING HELL, an average of $250.00/day, AND EVEN ON THE GREEN QUARTER LEVEL, AN ABVERAGE OF $62.50 FOR BOTH DAYS OF MISERY AND FUCKING ASS HELL. HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

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THE ENTIRE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ME EARLY IN 2010 WITH MY WHAT ELSE, ‘GOOGLE MAPS’ WHILE TRYING TO GET DRIVING DIRECTIONS SOMEWHERE LOCAL TO ME HERE IN FLORIDA ONE DAY FROM UP IN THE HOOD OF 26TH AND AVENUE E, AND IT SHOWD ME LIVING ON 36TH AVENUE IN SHERIFF MONKS’S GREAT AND AWESOME COUNTY, OUT IN CALI, HUH JASON FREAKING FORREST, YO. GIVE MY TIN FOIL HAT A REST, BRO, AND TELL AQUARIUS RECORDS THAT THEY CAN KISS MY FAT FUCKING ^&*%$@^&$^*%(%*e$@^$#*(%(**^^^%$%*****. THERE IS NO FIGHTING MY ALL MIGHTY WILD CRAZY GOD DAM DAUGHTER, SHE WILL END UP KILLING ME SOMEDAY.

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SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR AND DEATH SIEGE

FROM WOMOTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE FUCKING SCUM, FBI:

 

CHEMTRAILS, and BLASTING SUBWOOFER EVIL MONSTER NEIGHBORS, are making this BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, MONSTROUS, HORRENDOUS, AND FUCKING TOTALLY DEPLORABLE. MY ENTIRE FUCKIING DECEMBER IS FAR WORSE THAN EVEN AUGUST OF MOTHER FUCKING 1986. I KNOW YOU HAVE NEVER CUNT EATING HEARD THIS BEFORE, FROM THE FUCKING ASS MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

DEBBIE WAS OUTSIDE ON HER SMOKE BREAK AT THE PARKING LOT SOUTH SIDE ENTRANCE TO THE BUILDING, WHEN I CONFRONTED HER ABOUT STUFF, AND IN PERSON, SHE TOLD ME, THAT IF INDEED I MARRY, SHE WILL MOVE ME TO A ONE BEDROOM UNIT, FAR AWAY FROM THESE EVIL FUCKING PEEPS FROM HELL IN UNIT #608, WITH THE BIG LION HANGING OUTSIDE THE DOOR, WHICH HAS BEEN THERE EVER SINCE THEY MOVED IN HERE, TO SHOW ME THEY ARE KING, AND THAT THEY HABVE BEEN SENT HERE BTY THE DOCTOR CORAL SAGAN YUPPING IT ONE DIMENSION L&M CIGERETTE COMPANY. ARE MY MESSAGES GETTING ACROSS, OLD FUCKING BUDDY, RON WIRTZ SENIOR from the NINETIES AT THE FUCKING CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR’S OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY, FUCKING YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ????????????????

 

“Chemtrails of 1987” *** ‘MY’ PERSONAL STORY ON YT.

 

http://youtu.be/slu9mxb2awU

 

 

 

“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”***

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

 

(THEY TOTALLY HACK ME, AND VIOLATE MY FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS AND GET FUCKING TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT, YO. Someday, you all will burn in eternal fucking ass hot hell, you cock licking ass bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Techno-pop, created/produced/sang/ entirely by computer technology. Still, most peeps above shoe size IQ know that the intro to the song was the sample for the harmony vocals, wow, what a new age we are living in, YO.

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU   ***

 

Hacking again, FEDS, as the share will not work, I had to type in the address of my work here, and underline it, it may or may not hyperlink in. I intend to try it once O post up to my WordPress and my Blogger sites. All of this is a total violation of my civil rights, asnd you know this, SHERIFF MONKS, and sit there idly by and let the 36^th Avenue’s get away with it, SHAME ON YOU SHIRLEY GLANDS DOOGIE 2!

So dance away with good old Donna, by clicking here:

 

 

THE MORNING LIGHT, © MARK WAYNE MOHR, 1980, WRITTEN IN 1979, OWNED 100% BY ME, ASK THE © OFFICE.

 

 

http://youtu.be/XIB564U1RV4

 

 

YES, THE MORNING LIGHT WORKS, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987 WORKS, BUT THE YBCO SONG WILL NOT UNDERLINE WHEN I DO THE VERY SAME COPY JOB, AND HIT ENTER SPACE, IT SHOULD UNDERLINE,M FCC, AND FBI, AND WILL NOT, AS GOOGLE HAS BEEN HACKING ME FROM 36TH AVENUE, ALL THIS TIME, AND THERE IS NO STOPPING IT, AND THEN YOU FUCKING WONDER WHY I WANT TO END THIS SICK DISEASED FUCKING TWISTED WORLD WHEN THERE CAN NEVER BE ANY LIFE OR ANY JUSTICE FOR FUCKING ME, NOT CUBNT EATING EVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

END TRANSMISSION, ONLY FOR NOW, WHAT I WILL BE REVEALING LATER FROM A POWERFUL FUCKING TRANCE WILL KNOCK TYOUR FUCKING SOCKS OFF YOUR DAM FEEP, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KING NEBNOOSHOO, MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00007, BLOG-A

          MORIANITY-2

 

JWC2-DAY-00007-BLOG-A

2:21 AM-EST

ENDLESS HACKING, ENDLESS PERSECUTION

JUST AS CONDOR AND FALCON SAID WOULD BE.

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

 

The computer was hacked big time, by my GOOGLE enemies at the (650) world. Watch out, Nitro might bite you, Lenny. Oh well, if not, go to Westmont, New Jersey back in early June of 1969, as Roseann Delaney definite will take a nice chunk out of your passionate neck. FBI, you should be so fucking ashamed of yourselves, allowing all this to be done to me, you miserable mother fucking jerk offs. Not only am I a citizen of this gods forsaken ass hole nation, but my seventh grand-pappy was one of the founding fathers, and served many terms as the Governor of Connecticut, long before we shot up innocent children, dying in office in the year of 1790, along with his good pal, Benny Franklin. Still, you should all burn in fucking hell for this endless persecution of a totally innocent victim, I did not cause your recent fucking disaster, nobody goes up onto my site, so how can I be, it only happens if lots of folks view and hear something electronically posted or recorded, that comes from what you mortal ignoramus’s call, the dream-worlds. I have posted up about twenty blog links on the new work, yeah right new my ass, as if Orwell and his days are new, try fucking coming up on thirty cunt lapping years ago, YO.  I have no cock sucking rights or civil liberties in this country. I can do something that is perfectly legal, but when I do, I get covert persecution, tell me that’s freedom, and I’ll fucking whip myself off three times fast in front of the none Supreme Court Justices, in Washington, and don’t think that I mother fucking wont, you dam snake bums. You know who you are. When I curse at folks, the innocent know it is not directed at them, and those who even have to wonder and scratch their heads for a minute, they know it is meant indeed for them, right ya’ pricks?

 

When they thought that my MORIANITY was done and over with, and it was for a while, the nabes got quiet. As soon as it started up as fucking ass MORIANITY-2, KA-POW and HYPER-BOOM,all hell broke loose, as if this should fucking cunt shock me one cock licking tiny bit, YO?

 

 

 

Folks, I have been illegally wet works covertly halted, sanctioned, stopped, and totally prevented, since the day that I was sent to the NJNP Institute of Princeton, New Jersey,, USAESMWG in September of 1965, for my sixth fucking ass grade school year until late in June of 1966; oh wonderful Salvador Ventura, my old pal from there; by some force that I can only give the name of, and have thus done, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; and for reasons totally unfathomable even to me; from having any kind of normal interaction with Planet Earth’s global society in any mother fucking way, EVER. This would include anything pertaining to relationships and normal family situations, spouses, normal children that can be recognized, and stuff in non direct family ways yet still social circles, and the proof of this is when I attempt to join this new fucking age social media, and am totally prevented and messed with. Also, not just am I sanctioned socially, but financially, as they destroyed my entire education, and it was a major fucking evil conspiracy from the swing bat since the age of ten years, and the James Stoy School in Westmont had to be in on it somehow back then, my principal, Miss turner, a very nice lady of about age sixty give or take ten years, as memory can make this unclear from the perspective of a ten year old. Google refused to offer me any help when I asked them about how to do a Youtube Page, or bring traffic up to view my posted music videos, and I ended up fucking hanging up the cock sucking telephone on them early yesterday fucking afternoon. They said that no humans are available to speak to about Youtube, it is all robotic, so for those who are internet and computer challenged, as many older folks such as myself are, we by pure fucking default, have been singled out to be SHUT OUT AND IGNORED, not permitted to ever share our stuff with each other, as just because you youngsters out fucking here from 8-46 or so, think you’re all so hot and great, we exist too, and we should be able to share our stuff from our day and our culture in music. If all you want is loud thumping and no talent whatsoever, and this brings you millions of views, fine, that is your world, but we old fucking farts should not be excluded from this device and technology, as our world has every bit as much of a fucking cunt right to exist, and exchange free expression on this tool, as any of you whipper fucking cunt snappers. Screw all of you. I am all packed up, and leaving next week for fucking MEXICO, and this time, it is fucking final. You never thought that I’d leave New Jersey, and I said I would over and over and over and you just keep fucking cunt pushing me and pushing me until I couldn’t take it any longer, and so in the dead of fucking night on the eleventh of December in 2009, POP, I was gone forever from there, vanished, kaput, fuck you, Ann and Dawn; and fuck your whole rotten miserable family of monsters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana Ross said something in 1983 that I still have a copy of, and will treasure it until the day I wake up out of this nightmare life, as I could not agree with her more if she threw me down and fucked my brains out all night long, “I DON’T NEED THIS, NO HOW, NO NOTHING”!

 

 

 

I still have some ‘AT BATS’ left, before I do trudge out to fucking Mexico; so don’t go counting a strike three on me yet, ya’ jit bag snake turds. I don’t quit and run away with my head under my broken wings as easily as you WOMO scum enemies may wish I’d do. Eat me, you fucking gods dam scum bag low life bottom feeding toilet water lappers.

 

 

Well folks, Dave Roth tried to buy a set of drums, and I told the story of the day his only car, a used Caddy, died on him, many times on these past seven fucking years of my blogs, YO DOGS, WOLF WOLF! Any time either he or I ever tried to do ANYTHING WHATSOEVER, having to do with MUSIC, in any way, shape, or form, disaster struck each and every time. This is why I know indeed that there are Astral-Plane gods who enjoy teasing certain targeted folks, and playing endless games with them as pure distracting amusement, keeping them from thinking about the truth of never not being able to exist, if you mortals understood this, you would go insane. Get on your fucking knees and pray to whoever you do thank, that you merely see me as a tin foil hat crazy person, and that you have no idea at all, what is being told on Morianity all this time. I am not trying to create a large group of babbling idiots, gone crazy forever from reading my blogs, but I do know that a select few have been effected by my words, as I have proof of my own that this is indeed the total absolute truth. I call it the Joe Paget Syndrome, speaking of straight lines from Fort Pierce, Florida, leading due north to Roadway Trucking, in Pennsylvania, in the Hatboro area near the intersection of Route 309 and County Line Road, in the county that I was physically born in at the Brwn Mawr Hospital at 9:30 AM on the fourth of December in 1954, called, no not Elizabeth, not Twitchy witch nose, but the County of Montgomery, like the general. My mother welcomes you, both Generals, I know you are enjoying the hospitality of the Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and your pal George is normally there at his endlessly reserved table that spins around for unknown reasons, table number fifteen.

 

FBI, this computer is not here for you guys, or others that you should be protecting me from out in San Mateo County, Cali, and your amusement. I have legal fucking rights, please respect them. If you feel I need to be fucking prosecuted and you think you can [prove some crime in your physical world court system, then have the cops come up here and fucking cuff me and take me to jail, otherwise, help me or leave me alone, or find out who and why this is all happening to me and from who, so I can press fucking charges, and have my chance at a little bit of life that is more than deserved, after 30 years of fucking making me suffer through unmentionable, and unspeakable, and despicable torture.

 

I think that agents are playing with me and have been now for about 13,000 fucking years, along with their fucking Transdimensional trunk Devices, that nearly got my poor elderly mother killed, and me along with her, back on august two, in 1996, at the New Jersey, Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center, on the Black Horse Pike. The bible is a very fascinating thing, last trumps, marks of beasts, white and black horses, I mean, it is my life come alive, two mother fucking thousand years after the dam fact, YO!!!!!!!!

 

Yes, the girl who played ‘SARAH’, on the television show called, “PARTY OF FIVE”, went onto play in a future show called, “GHOST WHISPERER”. She was always crossing people over, who died but seemed to be Earthbound. Well, try crossing me over, as I have repeated this nightmare for more than 200 times now, and will go on doing it, until SARAH KRASSLE relents, and tells me she loves me, right here in the physical world. I am sick and tired of her dam teen aged games. http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU    

End Tranny.

MORIANITY-2 OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, JWC2, DAY 00006, BLOG-B

  MORIANITY-2

 

JWC2-DAY-00006-BLOG-B

2:03 PM-EASTERN STANDARD TIME

HERE IN FORT PIERCE’D’ FLORIDA, BOTBARADA

MARK WAYNE MOHR

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

 

 

 

FUCK THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another super BOTBAR day has struck me folks, and DECEMBER has never had more than two cock sucking ass days without a freaking ass BOTBAR, not fucking cunt ONCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I was rudely awakened and assaulted, by my lowlife two legged roaches also known as neighbors, from across the hall, in unit #608, at just past noon, two hours ago, with that pounding demonic mother fucking subwoofer attack.

 

My game-plan is simple. I will ask the reference desk at my local library down by the Indian River, to research just who I need to write to, as someone that it’s in my situation, at the Public Housing authority of Fort Pierce, and get the name and the address, the letter is already done and waiting to be placed into an envelope, stamp already affixed and waiting to go. It merely tells that I am forced to go over the head of the building Resident Property Manager, Mizz Debbie Marotto, as she will not do one thing to stop these lawbreakers from harassing me on a continual basis, ever since they moved in across the hall from fucking me in early autumn of eleven, right old buddy, Darius Evans Slim? Glad to be of service, dude, and after all, you did produce those three music video slide-show movies and posted it up to the rotten Youtube. Yes ladies and gentlemen, MORIANITY-2 has gotten off to a really fucking ass bad start. I tried to contact the YOUTUBE but human contact with anything GOOGLE related is goose eggs ZERO-NADA-ZILCH-NONE-OVER-FINE’-AND WONDER BREAD EARLY NINETIES RIPPED OFF TELEVISION COMMERCIALS. I had many questions that are necessary for me to know and understand, and they only have robot crap, both on the telephone and online on their site. Without help, I do not know how to make this ‘homepage’ that they talk about, or bring any traffic to my site, and that is why not one single person is up on it. So don’t fucking blame me for the storm, you cock suckers. I did nothing to cause it. All of the 15 views on the newest tune were attempts to link up the youtube share number, onto my blogs, where nobody will click onto anyway, for obvious, TOTAL MIND CONTROL REASONS. The KJV BIBLE tells me all I need to know, the shit about the MARK of the beast, the last TRUMP, and much much much more that if I tied it all together and put a real pretty bow on top of it, would most likely get me murdered within hours of my posting up the information. I am learning as I go, slow and steady. Some folks age 58 years,, are whizzes at this shit, count me NOT amongst all of this, I guess I must fact the fact that I’m a big fat ugly old stupid fucking wehtahd!!!!!!!!!! The scripture that explains that in the final thousand years of suffering and hellishness on this planet of twisted disease, ruled by SATAN, or the world of electronics, greed, corporate ownership of 99% of the population, and total control over all of our lives, as this beats any of the 4 winds or 4 horsemen when it is left in a parable, any day of the cunt lapping fucking week, don’t you think, peeps, YO??? I called the Comcast Cable folks and they were very nice to me, letting me keep my television service until early April, when I will restore my service back to full, and I need not turn in my rented apparatus, modems, whatever, since it is a short time duration, saves me all kinds of fees plus high priced gasoline and car wear and tear, as the local office here in town is no longer in service, as some of my audience is aware of, from reading that real hellish BOTBAR day some months back when I thought that my TV Cable Box had broken, only it suddenly just popped up in fine working order again, as did my mother fucking apartment air conditioning system, nee-nee-nee-nee—–nee-nee-nee-nee!! Where are you when we could both use each other, mister rod ass Serling of the Twilight Zone, BRO????????????? Now my TV will stay on for a special offer price, keeping all the channels that I now have, during this otherwise off-service period, and including the tax, will be about 33 and a half dollars for the next three mobnths, instead of about just over 120 bucks a month. For keepinmg the TV, I could not resist that deal. What has hurt me so much was the two automobile related expenses. When your finances are practically down tio the penny wire, a sudden $60 registration tax fee, compounded with a mechanic bill of $120, adds up to 180 fucking bucks that I just do not have, so this is my only way of coming close to recouping the loss. An 85 dollar monthly saving for three months will compensate for this loss of nearly 200 smacks. I am tired of living on piss and fucking crackers, while putting up with persecution and harassment on top of it, this is worse than living in fucking MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON, and don’t be too surprised if I go off soon, and end up in jail, as I will live better in fucking jail, than I do in here. More sex, more dope to make me forget the misery, 3 hots and a cot, and a gym to keep in shape and a job in the laundry, I can live with that, and no fucking looking at chemtrails and hearing loud aerial harassment. Sounds like a hell of a deal, so don’t be shocked, Sheriff Mascara, if I go out and punch a cop right in the nose any day now, just to get to fucking cunt lapping prison. You see, this is what I tried to talk about after the Connecticut mass school shooting, but does anyone listen, yes, two people that meant a lot to me once, and I still do try and overlook their shortcomings, but they have let me down big time, think its funny also in my opinion, and definitely know who they are, well then fine, cool, HA HA HA HA on poor old fucked up little me, BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

I played the system-roulette and made a few quick units profit and quit while I was ahead, before I started this blog and before I called the cable company. It amazes me how this great system holds up throughout an entire month such as mother fucking, DECEMBER OF 2012, as this is revery bit as bad, AND WORSE; than whenthis shit all got going, on and after, the magic evil date of August 15, 1986. By the way, I cannot post anything with the numbers followed by little letters, such as a shortened version of twelfth or eighteenth or second, and so forth, on the blogger dot com website, as it hacks out every time. If I want to make a second copy on my 3.1 Office Word Document System, I paste into a copy blog and keep one the way I want it to be, and one for posting. There is always some way around most things, a quote from the fucking pathetic twisted old ugly diseased screwed up Huntington Cursed MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also asked GAGA CAT why this attack struck just past noon, from my demonic evil uncouth enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE PAWM-PIE-ETTOS-CONTROLLED NEIGHBORS from unit #608, and the response given to me by the kitty cat, was PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-396, INCLUDING SHIT LIKE AS FOLLOWS BELOW, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

MAD—-CAN—-POTATO TEACUP—-BURN WITH FIRE—-RIPPED OFF ‘LOST LOVE’ SONG—-BUM—-OIL—-IAH—-LAW—-DIE—-HARBORFIELDS—-OVER THE RIVER—-OVER THE RADAR—-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well you know, or you should know if you are a follower of this MORIANITY, 1 or 2; MIZZ JULIA WHITE PERMISSION BARRIER-1994-HALLOWEEN DAY, that there are three major weapons in the great ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGG CULT, WHILE DREAMED DOWN INTO THE FIFTH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE; AND THESE ARE, THE PAWM-PIE-ETTOSS, the illegal usage of APE against innocent targeted victims unable to defend themselves on non level playing fields in this endless games of the gods distraction bull fucking shit hell; APW standing for (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT), and there is also the usage of illegal application of the technology of MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, OR MP-TECK. APE, MP-TECK or just MPT, are all so powerful that no human waking person can accept those truths in their waking so-called real tangible caporial physical life as human beings, it is just too terrible to believe, sort of like a hundred cancers all striking all those who you care about overnight or ‘JOB1000’, expressed perhaps better algebraically. Any new thing that connects me, they love to bring it in bad, months, years, new blog books, such as MORIANITY-2, and on and on I could mother fucking go with this folks. If something begins bad, and continues bad, it becomes very heavily magnetized to complete and finish up that way, BAD, and the same would of course apply to good, only I certainly am no fucking authority on that, and can bear nobody out here, any witness to attest to the positive end of this technology when misapplied by enemies, in my case, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I have learned that both APET and AMPT have been used on me, by a totally invisible and stealthy, covert, black operations, group of some kind, right after I came out of whatever it was that I exited from after falling down on my Cherry Hill, New Jersey bed on the night of 08-15-1986, and then waking up that morning. Oh yes Darius, old friend; you want to know why MC wrote that 1997 song, and intro about how I can never ever get away from the great All Mighty Scylla Goddess IAM, and you too up there in that lovely and plush Copyright Office Building, in Washington, 13-600, well then fine. Here is the answer given to me by a great magical Astral-Plane black cat, by the name of GAWKY GAUKAUK, shortened by me a couple of years ago, to GAGA, because this cat and what he knows and tells me, is more than enough to make any sane mind become one and the same thing with an opened up Pandora’s Box, and really be forever GAGA. Get lost, musicologists, let us just keep this little GAWNUM Q&A about the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER given to me, or PCN. It indeed was given to me, and it is none other than good old PCN-514, a real wow answer for this particular question, if that is, you understood my life as I do, and what these words and collections of words are of personal meaning to me and my fucked up hellfire life for nearly 60 dam ass years, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then folks, here are the match-book items in my lists, the old school world from Midevel and Biblical days for list, is not camera, or monster ass or hub cap smash, or even rubber car repairs, but it is, and you can ask the dam Pope if you don’t believe me, “CANON”, a list, a group of things that are taken from a normally larger group, where for reasons that could get one tortured and killed in screaming agony not all that long ago; eliminated some stuff on a bigger list, and then merely called the accepted smaller list, the canon or the list. When I tried to contact Youtube today, Sheriff Gregory Monks, guess what, they are not that far from your office and your area, with the non human contact telephone number of none other than (650) 623-4000, a real Many word could be used here, right my wonderful followers, and no, I am not mad or disappointed in any of you. Jesus had his Judas, and many other cowards who were to scared to get behind a greater leader than I could ever be, despite family genetics, and don’t take me to Berlin, New Jersey whatever you do, and never on the twelfth of July, or you may just really, “GET ME GOING” here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the end of this blog, are the match-list items for PCN-514 so don’t leave me yet peeps, scroll down, click, or do what you want to do, BRO, its your life, and your funeral, when someday the ‘Cali Car Yeller’s Club’, just may end frikkin up growing, and targeting a lot more of us little Occupy-99ers;  and then your odds will grow and grow, of either becoming one of their victims, or someone that is near and dear to your dam heart, could become the target, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

 

YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

 

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH:

 

                          VERSE ONE

 

I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

 

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

 

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

 

We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you

 

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

 

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue

 

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

 

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

 

We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

 

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

And I’m not giving any freaking fish away

 

                             VERSE TWO    

 

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

 

And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

 

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

 

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

 

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

 

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

 

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

 

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

 

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

 

People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day

 

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

So I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                               VERSE THREE    

 

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

 

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

 

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

 

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

 

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

 

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

 

Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill

 

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

 

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

 

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

And I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                                 VERSE FOUR      

 

You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking

 

You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

 

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

 

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

 

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover

 

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

 

That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

 

So you’re not giving any of your fish away

 

 

            END OF SONG.     

 

 

 

 

 

 

VIDEO LINKS FOR BLOGS, FROM YOUTUBE POSTINGS:

 

http://youtu.be/b7SDlGBxgLs

 

http://youtu.be/yhbXDDSPkos

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQPoNT0RQDs&feature=share&list=PL3FD8D98A43AA899D

 

http://youtu.be/RDDfkKEa2ls

 

http://youtu.be/6MUYsIjTKvk

 

http://youtu.be/4ct5_5kzh_0

 

http://youtu.be/IxDD4pfIa3I

 

http://youtu.be/q-r4DGx04gI

 

http://youtu.be/lOTc91lHbbQ

 

 

 

MORE VIDEO LINKS TO BLOG FROM YOUTUBE:

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/qrDM9NbgJHM

 

http://youtu.be/S8Bm6ydU6Fw

 

http://youtu.be/PBEO0PgA1mY

 

http://youtu.be/0sQhiHwdMXc

 

http://youtu.be/e_SG3Hg2Q8c

 

http://youtu.be/Vfc0lEnxEWs

 

http://youtu.be/w-AW5l6XqaQ

 

http://youtu.be/o0gBoV0ygJc

 

http://youtu.be/O9wXZ06Pqfg

 

http://youtu.be/7uMUQWuq9XI

 

http://youtu.be/iFR0w6wcXeQ

 

http://youtu.be/D0T1Vi4mDJY

 

http://youtu.be/Vyn73ARRKls

 

http://youtu.be/fOthspc9cIE

 

 

http://youtu.be/tW4nyzXPDbE

 

http://youtu.be/HZ_W3EAfp6I

 

http://youtu.be/30KfPtHec4s

 

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          PCN-514, MATCH-BOOK ITEMS, YO!

 

 

 

BEACH—CURLS—ENDLESS POVERTY—MOVING COMPOUND—MAUD HUNTINGTON—RUSSELL THAXTON—BY THE TIME YOU GET THIS MESSAGE, IT WILL BE TOO LATE—

 

 

 

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

 

END TRANSMISSION, YO!    

 

SUPER COMPUTER HACKING, MY OLD SCHOOL CHUM, BOBBY MCDOWELL, FCC.

PLEASE HELP ME BOB, I KNOW YOU KNOW THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE IS DOING THIS ILLEGAL SHIT TO ME, I KNOW YOU KNOW.

IF IT DOES NOT STOP, I WILL DO TRANSDIMENSIONAL RECORDINGS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND WIPE OUT HALF THE DAM WORLD, STOP IT YOU FUCKING ASS PRICKS.