1:08 PM-EDST, 24 APRIL, 2013, WEDNESDAY HELL & SHIT
I HOPE YOU NOW ENJOY READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00054.
Sharkey says, “I hate living in Public noisy ass Housing. The ocean is a lot nicer for me, tee-hee-hee, Lilly Munster”.
Every day this week and last week, my nabes love to shout and bang doors, and are around a lot more recently than they were for a while. It takes me time, but I get used to these butt wipes, not that it ever will be a day at the beach, and not that my days at the beach are anything too far removed from rotten and hellish, here with the robbery last year, and back in fucking Atlantic City, with everything from giant girl gang attacks to just you name it and was more like what wasn’t fucking around with me, in that fucking miserable and rotten place?
My health and bowels were stuck while sleeping. I will shit my guts out soon, and then take some Metamucil meds to compensate for the MILITUFORCE overnight attack. These scum blew up my airship while I was what all of you call, DREAMING. I wanted to blow them up and then come onto the mortal world, clocked in and invisible; and strike enemy targets here, as I do quite often. When upon occasion my cloak of invisibility dicks out, you have all seen me from time to time, along with others of us from the Astral Plane. Diana told me she wants me to say something on my blogs, so I will, before this is all typed up, as I never disobey my wonderful beautiful GODDESS. The dirt bag enemies have me running around in circles like a blind and decapitated mother fucking chicken, these recent fucking days. As a result, I did not say all I wanted to on my previous blog, M5, CH. 00053. So 54 will now do the talking for me. It is a nice 79 degrees right now in good old fucking cock sucking Port Pierce, Florida, USA-ES-MWG. (United States of America-Planet Earth, System of Sol, Milky Way Galaxy). It has been only low eighties each day, so there’s one rotten ass fucking plus out of things at least, Warner Brothers, WHAAAAAAA!
Well no, that’s not all folks, and how we all loved their great cartoons as kids, but it seems that many have decided in the new generation X-Y-Z or in this range, that growing up, and even growing normally in time with grace, is some kind of new age sin, with this very demented and delusional mindset, owned and patented by the Hollywood MIND CONTROLLERS, of forever young or else Briggbase Cultists, and the Mortal World (MW) has their own name for this waking world cult. I loved my time, and most like me who refuse to use a cell phone, or join this Third Millennium, simply fade away, and don’t. Well, I AM ALREADY in a condition-interaction where HELL swallows up any possibility of RELEASE or DEATH, so LSS, the quintessential rock and hard place, places me just south of the rock, and natch, just north of the hard place. This is one hell of a proverbial mother fucking squeeze, folks. But let us move along now with yesterday after I left the apartment to do a little bit of freaking shopping. I mistakenly said things reversed, so sorry, Mister Ambassador Bombpearl of 1941. Let me finish up the old topic with the fact that this illegal scum ball is back living here across from me, and with that snubby ugly woman, and her totally evil nasty, and raised by total pigs dude; who cares zero for disturbing his closest fucking neighbor, ME, Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was punished for trying to get help from the Dell guy, not the Dell “gut”, typo sorry, the keys are together on the keyboard, you know, the ‘Y’ and the ‘T’, then the West side Fort Pierce Library back eight days ago, and it is every and any time that I ever try and do anything, especially music related. It is not TD or rocket science or the President of the Wow-Truck Refusals Club, just as the TV ad spot says, good common ass sense, YO. Music for some of the lucky folks, makes enormous amounts of money, and the chosen to be cursed HUNTINGTON, say it again gorgeous little Amanda, is not permitted to ever have ANYTHING AT ALL, to keep perpetuating this ‘family game’, as it goes back more than ten fucking thousand years, and before that; only the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE; really knows in full detail. The three times that I was about to break out of this lack of money curse, I was nearly killed twice physically, 1977 at the Mars Graphics Print Shop in Westville, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and in 1983, making money playing roulette in Atlantic City, at the casinos. First my heart, then my throat. Then separated again by increments of three in years, single blocks or double, as in 1977, 1983, and 1986, and as you can see here, there is a strange three year run, beginning in 1977; but yes, we cannot ever forget or ignore the DANGER-THIRD LAKE, AKA HB in my speculation, but not remembering that road trip up there with my Great Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, and her two grandchildren, Christopher and Scotty Meyers, on the day of the dog-walking, and other things, huh Re-max Reality; but speaking of all of this, we also cannot forget or ignore, good old wonderful lovely sarcastic 1986, AHA AHA AHA AHA MMCN!!!!! This is when I could make all the money I wanted to at the casinos, and again, was punished and stopped; and just how was this done? did anyone ever really wonder why these shadows came to dwell in the bright daylight? I will tell you, but first folks, here is yesterday, now written today, on the diary of Beaver Cleaver-2, AKA Morianity-Part-5, with no stray cats, no school, and to keep lovely Diana Brewster happy, “No nothing”. Does this meet with your all mighty highness approval, oh great owner of the world, Oprah Lose Bond?
I went to the ‘Good Will’ and then to the ‘Publix’ stores, not the other way around. Why would I, as the ice cream would melt if I did not get that last, like DUH and color me anything you want, and don’t be my buddy, ANN. See if I care, or even get arrested over it, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It was upon coming out of the Publix Grocery Store at the mini-mall at Virginia and Route 1, that that same aircraft that has dogged me since this all began in 1986, the very exact same one, was up there while I was putting my grocery bags into my vehicle. It used to circle and orbit, literally orbit my Blue Anchor home on summer months, all mother fucking day long. It is way up in the sky and it makes the loudest mother fucking cunt lapping noise you could possibly ever fucking imagine. They let you know, “Boy are we fucking watching you, ya little fucking jit bag prick”, there really is no mistake in their signal, right ADS? When I got home, the apartment was quieter, the main noise at least over the past ten days or so now is from 9 in the morning through 6 in the evening. Then it gets better from 6P through 9A. Oh well, let the quieter quitter bay-fish, move this right along here and do some clutch work, or else; grind grind grind, without any 1994 beaches, or joining outlandish bizarre swimming clubs on 27 June, or other paranormal paraphernalia such as AEB’s, right Mister Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz, my old pal????????????????????????????? Ron, kind sir, to this day, I wonder why I do not smash that thing down hard and get it all over with for all of us. Well, no favors for this human race. That would be way too good for them after all they’ve fucking ass done to me, no favors, baby-love, NONE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, yesterday was another thing that never got mentioned. It was my PCNLD or (Private Cosmicoded Number Lottery Day). This is twice that the Florida 3-Pick Lottery, matched my PCN of ‘871’, and I thought for sure by now that CUZZ DON’s number would pop in, also Frank Callio’s, also MC’s, after-all, there are only 81 PCN’s folks, and nearly four million peeps in America have each one of them, simple math folks, 81 times four-mill is equal to the rough guess US Census counted population in the 2010 count, WHAAAA! Well without any weed sucking, or changing places, or role reversals, or audience competing; let me move this along and quit with the dam tangents already, yikes, YO! Now do you see why my kid scares me to death, Pam? I know what she is capable of, and I am just trying now to appease her wrath until my 18 and out. I see this human life of mine as none other than a total fucking prison sentence, and make no bones about it, nor do I act shy about printing it up publicly, Mister Graham, ‘TEE HEE HEE’, oh Lilly. Where Are You When I Need You, ED, not you, Mister Himacane Lynch?
Oh yes, WAYWINY, and then in past tents, it would become, where were you when I needed you, right Sam Walton, another December 7, 1941 day for me, President Roosevelt. These initials change into WWYWINY, and need and needed both start with the ‘N’ word, no, not that ugly other ‘N’ word. You have no idea what fight I would have put up for custody of you, MI, if I had known, but two moms conspiring against it, forget it. Where was all your role reversal stuff when it might have done the most good, I could ask you, oh great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, my endless wonderful Goddess?
Well, it is now in the eighties officially, at 2:09, according to the channel-12 app on my computer. At least it is nothing like the past couple of years where by the end of April it was either high eighties or into the nineties by 12-3 in the afternoon, every dam day. Folks forget stuff, I do not know how they live so controlled and so totally ETOSS-HACKED. When I get the occasional hit by these pricks, I remember those times and can count them on both my hands and that is it, and it always something that pertains to my great swimmer daughter. I still was scared she was going to drown, but learned some really powerful lessons in the process, me that is, not her. She is all mighty, and needs not learn anything, other than my brain is a worthless pile of junk circuits, confusing the address of the Philadelphia Zoo, with where the great Manhattan ES Building is. It is on 34th Street, but not Poplar. What’s happening to my nutty mind, Mayor Nutter, and little girl on the TV ad, WHAAAAA? No one knows how real it is to be ETTOS attacked by this powerful family. The day McGuire leaves us all in peace, I will be out surf and turfing, if I have to borrow the money from the dam mob. That’s a promise, lovely Re-max Mo, and WOMO as well, Karen Simons. Thanks, traitor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. No, I won’t brand you, for old times sake. Laugh time, McNulty!
The last really bad 4 days went as follows on my systems-roulette by the way, good folks. Yesterday I made 7 units. The three other recent bad days were plus 4, plus 1, and plus 5 and a half, TEE HEE HEE, MZ. MUNSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to hate your old pal too much, Congressman Andrews, and remember the good times YO, in 1975, even the time you refused to give me a lift home that evening after 9 P, down at Pileggi’s basement, or ‘whatever’. You had the coolest stereo, and the coolest girl, Angel. Was she perfect or more like my daughter?
Hay Gawky Gaukauk, here kitty, why has the fucking dick licking persecution over the past ten days or so gotten so bad again with my across the fucking hallway nabes, YO YO YO??????????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-682.
TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH—-PROJECT BLUEBOOK—-CANCER—-QUEENS—-MOVING—-THE MORNING LIGHT—-BEAVER—-PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE—-TWENTY——————————
HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, HERE KITTY, ALL THREE TIMES IN MY LIFE, IN 1977, 1983, AND 1986, WHEN I TRIED TO MAKE A LITTLE MORE MONEY THAN IN OTHER TIMES EVER IN MY LIFE, AND SUCCEEDED, I WAS ASSAULTED TWICE PHYSICALLY TO THE NEAR POINT OF DEATH, AND THE FINAL TIME, THE DEATH OF MY ENTIRE LIFE RESULTED AND HAS BEEN THE CASE EVER FUCKING SINCE THAT TIME IN 1986?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-853.
1954—-36th avenue—-stingray————-
LIKE FUCKING W—-O—-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hannah-88, can I please be forgiven for my last fucking lifetime folks? Thank fucking you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Herbert Huntington, Ancestry dot com, crissake YO, please do not darken my shadowy dark doorstep ever again; and no more hunting trips for your dam son and his pal McGee’s pop. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Double-triple fucking WOW, YO.
As always, we could dance all night, and I could talk all day, but no new fucking songs pweeeeeeeze. The current one has me in enough hot water to put the water-heater peeps permanently out of fucking ass business, YO County Jail caller. Yes MC, I did re-listen, before your 5th cuzz 3 times removed, stole the CD, and all your stuff from my bedroom. I know the horrible stuff you were letting me see, and thanks for not offing me. I make you the very same promise now, I made to Sarah Callio, your 4th-7TR. I will as of this blog, leave you entirely out of this. I always loved that wild show with the two continuum’s, and how the dude killed himself. That was talent, girl. Well, I’ll keep my promise to you. Also, in return, you keep the chain, and no more dreams; not ever, do we have a deal oh great Sarah Krassle??????????????? Only we know what’s getting said here, the old shark knows what you tried to tell me. I always loved those kind of sci-fi shows, only this time it’s my real life, and that really sucks.
You enjoy your great VR-GAME, it belongs to you, and I had no right to ever try and expose its truths, or yours; just don’t make me swim down to the weeds forever, please, my great GODDESS QUEEN, thank you. Ask your CUZZ SARAH if I kept my promise, other than for the one quick time, when I just wanted to show the great artist Billy Harner, her water company.
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THAT FUCKING COMPENSATES FOR THAT GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN BULL FUCKING SHIT. LET ME NOW TYPE BIG, AND WASTE THE PAGE; SORT OF LIKE IN FUCKING JESSICA’S GREAT FOOTBALL GAMES. I NEED TO RUN OUT THE DAM CLOCK NOW, OR ELSE I WILL BE STARING AT THESE FOUR FUCKING ONE NUMBERS FOREVER, AND THAT TOTALLY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOD RIDDANCE, YO, AND AGAIN GOOD FOLKS, WEEEEEEEEEE. 55555555555555555!!!!!!
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
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.
This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
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. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.
I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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For the record.
PAu000662409
1984
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
I'm Criana.
PAu000724397
1985
[ 3 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.
TXu000514390
1992
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Lost love.
PAu000344219
1981
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection, set 4.
PAu000546149
1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection : set III.
PAu000442785
1982
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo tunes.
PAu000325091
1981
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr tunes.
PAu000411864
1982
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Queen of blue.
PAu000825471
1986
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Real good girl.
PAu000881543
1986
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
PAu002506106
2000
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
PAu000501582
1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
PAu002153196
1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
SRu000332786
1996
[ 16 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
SRu000362114
1997
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
PAu000540585
1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
What's wrong?
PAu000724407
1984
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
PAu000998574
1987
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989
[ 22 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204017
1980
[ 23 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204015
1980
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity music pre-book.
PAu002336935
1998
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity tunes of 1998.
PAu002282717
1998
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Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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1980
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Same title.
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2005
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Thanx to the shadows.
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WHASUP VIQUEEN MARILOO?
WHASUP STOCK BROKER GORDO?
WWYWINY, MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE READ MORIANITY PART 5,
AND I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00054.
Good night and pleasant dreams, Ann Reese and Bobby Witherspoon, and many many many others. I have nothing against anyone, so do not take it personally that I got off of the FACEBOOK. I have no time for childish games, I am not 16 years old forever and ever and ever. AHA AHA MMCN!
Jesus Christ, where is my talking treadmill? I've got some weight to take off, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Am I talking LOUDLY enough, lovely Ingrid?????????????????????
Yes peeps, you get a lot of advertising windshield wiper fliers down here in good old hot Fort Pierce. I have an entire library of unread crap in my back seat, no more dominating women to boss me around and control and own my car that belongs to me, not this fucking ass family of trillionaries and world owners, mostly covert, some out in the open. But still, Mister Detective Briscoe, here is a slightly new twist on windshield fliers. I was only in the library two minutes tops, and was told I could not have my lollypop, and that they could not help me with my music project. I have a medical condition and do not see how a lollypop in my mouth is going to hurt their library, Sheriff Mascara, but rules are rules, sir. When I came out, a flier was on the windshield, only it was not like the others that I get for business type bullshit of many various types. This one says, and I quote, “You better take your shitty music off the youtube, and you better not post your eighties song, or you're a dead man, ass-wipe”. I did not read it until I got to the Publix Grocery Store, as I said, normally I chuck these things unread, into the rear seat, and once a year, I take a trash bag to my car and clean out all my junk and throw it into my dumpster. But this looked very unique, it was made of a weird paper like nothing I have ever seen, as I touch it now, it is like 5 times the thickest Bond paper I've ever seen, and I've been around offices and seen real thick Bond paper. It is paper however, it is not any thin kind of cardboard or other material, as if ten sheets of paper were carefully all glued together. What next Harry Potter? Well, I was going to take my YOUTUBE account down, now I am not. I will get that song up there if I have to commit mass fucking murder to do it, folks. Take that to the TD NO-WOW-TRUCKS 4 POOR ME BANK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes David Roth, old pal from 1985, just what are these fucking cunt eating rat bastards all so dam afraid of, about our music, and now that you are gone, spirits low or high, © Office, baby, baby, baby; MY music?????? I think the GEEK SQUAD will need to be called into service, and 4 now, E/T, and WOW!
Mark Wayne Mohr has made a lot of predictions in his life, that have not all come true, because of something known as HSE (Hyper-Space-Effect). This was discussed on earlier older blogs in Morianity. One thing that hyperspace effect has no control over or very little, is the situation that began for me in this universe, ever since waking up on August the fifteenth, back in 1986, into a parallel nightmare universe here, where I know I do not belong.
We can get into a lot more of this later. Right now, I have a question to anyone who ever viewed a blog or listened to a note of my music? Last Friday, the stock market just about hit 15,000 points, JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL WOULD HAPPEN. I have not followed the news in a number of days, maybe a week, too busy with a lot of horrendous personal fucking bullshit, folks. MY QUESTION HOWEVER IS, AM I REALLY THE PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING? OR, AM I, AS MY WONDERFUL OLDER KID WOULD PUT IT SO WONDERFULLY, “The greatest fish in the whole dam bay”?
I TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WILL BE UP EVERY SINGLE DECADE BY ROUGHLY THE AMOUNT OF POINTS THAT CAN BE CALCULATED WITH A NINE DOLLAR FUCKING WALMART SUDDENLY SEEING OR HEARING CALCULATOR, AND A FEW TOUCHES OF THE BUTTONS. Simply find the percentage since this bull rally crossed over into 4 digits in early 1983, that it increases on average, each year up through around the year 2000. This is roughly 9% per year average. Now take your little calculator and keep going whatever the market was in 2000, times 109%=. The new number is your average 2001 point value. To get the 2002 value average, you take the 2001 value average, and again hit the (X) key, then hit 109, and then the percent and the equals key. To get 2003, do the same with the 2002 price, and so on. Whatever the price average between 1983 and 2000 is, I am guessing it was 9% average increased annually, this is where you can keep plotting it. It is not going to exactly show huge peaks and huge dips over 3-5 year periods that swing out beyond the average predicted low and high for the exact year, but that is how statistical mathematical equations work.
I AM QUITE SURE THAT 15,000 x 109% AND THEN THAT TIMES 109%, AND THAT TIMES 109%; WILL PRETTY MUCH BE WHERE POINT VALUES WILL BE IN THE YEAR OF 2016, AND TO WORK IT OUT TO THE 70 YEAR BIBLE GENERATION FOR THE REESTABLISHMENT OF MATIONAL ISRAEL, just do two more times 109 percents to the above. This is where it all should end, or else Christianity is a big fat mother fucking hoax lie, not Morianity, that tells the fucking truth. I have nothing to gain with lying, but the gods do have such an agenda, and even admitted that I AM the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, back 27 years ago. Did somebody say, W—–O—–W?
Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were all written with things, such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'. This was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
YEAH, SOME 'DREAM' PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A TIME TRIP 31 DAYS INTO THE FUTURE, AND HALLOWEEN DAY 2 BOOT!
I TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY, THE ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO MOTHER FUCKING MURDER ME, AND ALSO,
I DEMAND MY FREAKING PROPS.
HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 24 April.
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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***
A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will be gone forever very shortly. Your loss folks, not freaking mine. Truths are told cleverly.
http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/
THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:
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About me
Gender
Male
Industry
Non-Profit
Occupation
paranormal researcher
Location
Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests
I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies
all old movies
Favorite Music
most old music
Favorite Books
The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future
You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.
This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.
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.
As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? MP.
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She is real folks, you will see when you're dead!
**END OF THIS TRANNY, OL' GRANNY, M-5, CH. 00053**
This is why you need to go and see the real deal, YO, at: http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
THANK YOU PEEPS, & have a very nice day and life, or just do a Mountainpen-180, WHAAAAAAA.
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