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MORIANITY PART SIX, CHAPTER ELEVEN

September 29, 2013

{MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 11, SEPTEMBER 29, 2013}

***7:55 POST MERIDIAN, 25 AUGUST, 2013, SUNDAY***

THIS IS WHEN I WROTE AND PUBLISHED THIS,

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CLXXVI

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YOU WILL LEARN HERE THAT INDEED:

Nothing is real, NOTHING is what is REAL. It is all JUST PLENTY OF SMOKE AND MIRRORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, life is not always the way that the great Mister Smolsky said it was back in 1967, and wrote this into my Haddon Township High School Yearbook. It often is, but exceptions to the rules, make the rules just what indeed they are. What he wrote was, ”Mark, remember that life is a mathematical formula, you get back in return what you put in”. Well, in the case of 99-99.9% of human beings on this planet, I do not disagree with this great sixties algebra teacher for one dam second, Admiral kirk. However, for that always existing and unable to really ever snuff out, despite a million disagreeing Judge Judy’s; point oh oh oh one percent of us like myself; THIS PRINCIPLE AND FORMULA, AND EVEN BASIC BIBLICAL SCRIPTURE, DOES NOT WORK, and guess what? THAT PROVES SOMETHING TO ME A LOT BIGGERTHAN ENERGY IS EQUAL TO MASS TIMES THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, Mister ALBERT EINSTEIN.

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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.

Beginning the week of these posts, that lead into the twenty-eighth day of August of twenty-thirteen, when I suddenly came upon ANOTHER of my summer time cosmic attacks, beginning back in august of 1996; I on this blog up here on September the twenty-ninth, am attempting to assemble all together, a bunch of previous postings that may have led up to my WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES all deciding to perpetrate this wild death siege on me, on top of the already existing one since 08/15/1986. So here are some dated post ins, good folks, first the date will appear, then some of the shortened paste ins from posts on that date, all nice and neatly put together for my perusal, and then if I decide to publish this blog, it will be both Chapter Eleven-A as well as also just simply being Chapter-11. So may I now be Uncle Babylon Snooties Gozzwald 175 Peninsula Drive, PERMITTED; to move this right along, thank you very much!!!

Everything that follows this is now part of the dates that show up first, and all lead up to the first day of this 2013 super fucking attack of 08/28/2-13, WHAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!

7:55 POST MERIDIAN, 25 AUGUST, 2013, SUNDAY

OK, good Morians and any and all other folks, let remove into a few other small things on this blog, then I will post some recent text in time reverse order to keep the main theme of the past few days, all within one click into my blog, and not as several broken up blogs, no photos.

Ever since this all started getting extra bad for me after August 15, 1986, the Harry Huntington Houdini Potter shit began growing exponentially worse around me, and never mother trucking looked back ever since.

These bastards have done their little magic again on my air conditioning unit in my apartment, making it work ‘speratically’. Mother fucking WORTHLESS MICROSUCKS SPELL-CHECKER is back to being no fucking help whatsoever, I know the word in semi quotations is misspelled, but I tried three different ways, and it will not give me the proper way to click it in, and the word is real and fits, and I’m gonna’ fucking use it. Fir the third grade graduates, it simply means, it works off and on, intermittently, oh gee, they spelled that one for me, AHA AHA AHA, Mike McNulty, sir, (MMCN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now for the meat and the heart of this blog:

A few persons out here have put a tiny fraction of my incredible wild life together, the rest are either trying to, laughing, or scratching out their hair to baldness. No one realizes the fullness of things, that shit did not begin in late OHM-5, with Christopher Bennett, my Cifaloglio Security Guard coworker, telling me what blogging is, and that maybe I should learn to be a blogger to tell my story out to the public. Things when these blogs began, were only in the tiniest most recent of the time fraction of all my hell, and nightmare life, just dating it back to 1980.

If I had truly forgotten all about the wild and elusive mysterious and powerful, beyond hot teenager, of my past times as a boy in Atlantic City, LOVELY SARAH; then why did I do two things from this year and over the next three? First, I told Electrician Joe at the McAndrews & Forbes Licorice Plant, on the Delaware River, down at the end of Jefferson Street; in Camden, New Jersey; all about her; or all I knew then, which next to what I know today; would fit on a tiny upper right corner of a normal sized United States postage freaking stamp. Then in 1983, why did I write a song called, ”113 more Shiny Big Moons”, with lyrics that went, ”Long ago and far away, the waters blue, the skies not gray. The sun was bright, her hair was light, but that was long ago. Well I went walking by the sea, when Sarah’s broom came up to me. She didn’t want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea, and burn the water tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame, to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna’ blow her fuse????????????????????????????? Well, we’ve explored this over and over, the reason before any other reason even comes close to needing to be examined, is and will always be, STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do know one thing without having to get all weird or ‘space-cadetty’ on you, folks. The 2012 Hurricane Season, named the storms for that group, during the ‘R’ and the ‘S’, alphabetically; Raphael, and Sandy, close enough to this song’s powerful message, and songs are recorded, and to do this, we all use these magic little invisible HOLY SPIRITS or ghosts, also known as (AKA) ELECTRONS!!!!!!!!

Then Hurricane Sandy struck, and for the first time ever, crissake squared, this incredible storm tore right into the magic area of my HELL, up north, and did a historic amount of damage, causing havoc and grief beyond measure. If anyone out here thinks that I derived the smallest bit of pleasure out of that, you have totally misjudged me. I knew as soon as I saw this list for named storms, months earlier than the actual season began, posted on The Weather Channel, one of my favorite channels on television; that Sandy would not be a Jane doe storm, but one to remember for a long freaking time to come.

Just as dark matter and dark energy are still far from understood, and all because they exist as part of a transdimensional lawtronic circulatory system, that is way too complex, for me to even think of getting into now. No calculation is ever going to unify or tell one solid truth that reveals a perfect picture, unless all of the parallel realities in total hyperspace, are all merged into the mix. Mind is also totally misunderstood. Dozens of things are, but they are supposed to be, until about another nine decades passes by, and them WOW; are things going to change fast around this little old world of ours. Telling people that parallel universes, sentient electrons, dreams, hyperspace, and gravitation forces, all mix together in a wild powerful and awesome way, along with what up until about the turn of the next century, will be called, ”dreams”, and then this word will be drastically and dramatically refitted into the new sociological enlightenment of the educated majority. But let us quickly before rapping this shit all up, GET ONTO this very topic, the education process, the educators, and traveler-educators, why they have this book-code thing in libraries and with other things that we need not even think to touch on for right now; and so on and on. In 1983, the ESS wanted to make one person on this EARTH, totally come to realize that indeed, electrons are transdimensional traveling pieces or better said, PROBES, of the ALMIGHTY ENERGY that we call GOD and other names; and that this entity, eventually, attempts to communicate with the entire cosmos, using one intermediary.

In making CONTACT, fully and totally, all throughout history; a priest, or a chief, or a shaman, or whatever; is the one who is the intermediate channel between the cosmos power itself, and the rest of the tribes of people on the planet, no matter what order or type of civilization we’re talking about, all throughout the recorded history of time. Now, I need to tell you a story about a realtor friend or ex-friend of mine from 1996-2006, Mrs. Karen Simons, of Grassi Realty, in Somerdale, New Jersey, just a few blocks west of the house I had purchased from her office in the end of August in 1996, leaving the Williamstown magic ‘Flint-Fields’ for the third and last time, and screwing me up beyond repair, most likely. She is the one who went and saw that great movie in those days, ”Conspiracy Theory”, with Patrick Stuart, Mel Gibson, and Julia Gorgeous Roberts. She could not wait to call me when she and hubby got home, and she said in a voice as if she’d just finished running and winning, the Boston Marathon Race, in safer and lovelier days of old; ”MARK, you’re the freaking taxi driver, you gotta see this movie”. YEAH, I AM THE TAXI DRIVER ALL RIGHT, plus a whole bunch of other things as well, mister Tony Bonjovi Haddonwood Zenun!!!!!!!! A Macy-WOW, if I may be permitted here, Uncle Gozzwald Heinz Yachtsman, YO YO YO YO, and summer breezes to all of you too, Frankie eyes of non Blue Skies, and all other coded poems, or other lying eyes, rhymes, or such EW wonderful utter nonsense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In making CONTACT, fully and totally, all throughout history; a priest or a chief or a shaman or whatever, is the one who is the intermediate channel between the cosmos power itself, and the rest of the tribes of people on the planet, no matter what order or type of civilization we’re talking about, all throughout the recorded history of time. Now, I need to tell you a story about a realtor friend or ex-friend of mine from 1996-2006, Mrs. Karen Simons, of Grassi Realty, in Somerdale, New Jersey, just a few blocks west of the house I had purchased from her office in the end of August in 1996, leaving the Williamstown magic flint-fields for the third and last time, and screwing me up beyond repair, most likely. She is the one who went and saw that great movie in those days, ”Conspiracy Theory”, with Patrick Stuart, Mel Gibson, and Julia Gorgeous Roberts. She could not wait to call me when she and hubby got home, and she said in a voice as if she’d just finished running and winning, the Boston Marathon Race, in safer and lovelier days of old; ”MARK, you’re the freaking taxi driver, you gotta see this movie”. And yes, it is not mother fucking 2:01, it is 3:01 AM, on this 29 SEPTEMBER OF 2013, and please don’t awaken poor fucked up me for about another 45 hours, as the song says, glarry ass eyed drivers of all untarouges, and Spell fucking checker is totally worthless, so I know the name for hot shot celebrity drivers is misspelled, and I DON’T FUCKING WANT TO HEAR IT, not from any clueless American new kids, or old kids, in this town, or any town, Mizz Kimmy Wild!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU.

This actual blog needs to be said, and it all fits together in ways that most or maybe none of you, can really know and relate to at all; but all that is important right now, is that I KNOW why I am doing this, and please just read along. Try hard to absorb this, and simply be my wet sponge for right now; with some tiny bit of an open mind. Thank you.

Harry Houdini has a lot more in common, with Herbert Huntington, my distant cuzz; than he ever may have realized, but that, as Donna Gaines might have put it, when alive; is neither ”hair nor there”! His son Arthur married a lovely girl of the most beautiful land on the planet, living in Chicago, but whose roots were from Ireland, Mizz Alice Gallagher; the one who ended up murdered, at the hands of a suddenly berserk, and totally insane, triple murder suicide perpetrator. Oh well; the plus out of that horrendous day in February of 1948, was that he did not go Bjork as well. Him and the entire family all had enough problems back then, in New York; and as a result; left the nest of a lot of peeps in the Huntington family; and purchased a place in the Boston, Massachusetts suburbs, known as Braintree; and at least until all hell broke loose, that powerful outlandish day; had a pretty nice wonderful life, huh Jimmy Hyperspace Stuart? Now this was not spoken back in middle late August by me. This is me now in late September, Rod and Maggie-May; adding this all into the mix, up here in the fucking ass ”future”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY.

I knew you weren’t going to send me a WOW-CARD, RHM!!!!!

Later on, things may make a lot more sense to my wonderful Morians, but if not; then it is not supposed to. Forces in the great ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) know what I will be trying to do on this blog; and they are not all that happy about it. I am getting lots of bullshit as I try to do this blog. Don’t worry, I am not back in Moorestown in 1988, and I am not going to say ‘hile’ to myself in my last ”lifetime”! In fact, I won’t even say Lyle, I promise, Jerry Brown, and Muscleman Schwarzenegger; along with any potential ex’s from non-Texas. So folks, when you pass judgment on what I say; instantly, picture me flying, or maybe falling; into whatever kind of a hellish abyss imaginable; with no bottom, or any end to this flying fall. Then as I fall, it grows darker and darker, lovely Sarah; and then I will fall ever faster; and then it becomes so bad that I wish I was on fire with oil all over me, instead of this. The only thing that can reverse it, is any of you saying, just on what I say on this one blog, wow, ”this little fucking prick just might have some valid points here and there, Jesus Christ Almighty”. So you see folks, up here in fucking 29 September, I have come to learn, than none of you gave three and a quarter rotten fucking shits, or even tried to believe any of my miserable hellish plight, or even bothered doing my little experiment, and I PAID FOR IT, with a month of total fucking hell, but yes, JUST AS I SAID WOULD HAPPEN RIGHT HERE, HUH GIANT LOVELY GINA OF THE NINETIES, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Now that’s all I’m asking, so let’s play. Well, you all told me to go to hell, and guess what; that’s what I dam did, YO!!!!

I am not going to ask anyone to take time out of their busy schedules to archive any of my old blogs from early October of 2008, while I was helplessly kidnapped under Stockholm Syndrome, at 65 Middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG, at that nightmare time of my fucked up pathetic ass life, but I sure wish you had done that tiny little other thing that I asked of my loyal Morians. Oh well, O probably don’t have any. Basically my viewers enjoy a good laugh, and other than that, screw Morianity, I know that now after this past month of hell, BUT DON’T EVER SAY THAT I DID NOT RUN THIS WHITTLE TIME EXPERIMENT on my viewing audience, Mister Elmer Fwudd Waaaaaaaabit!!!!!!!!!!

I’ll simply for now remind you that I posted two blogs up to a few blogger sites, Blogger Dot Com being one of them, on the fifth day in this horrendous tenth month. The second one early in the afternoon, is going to prove at least to the UFO COMMUNITY that indeed, there really is an aerial force in the skies that is in communication with our minds, on all of our levels of awareness/consciousness. I said ALL OF THEM, and I meant to say it. The story of how a dream was really a repressed memory does not matter right now, what matters is that some mother fucker up in the sky in some kind of powerful air ship, was in direct communication with me first, while I lay asleep and dreaming to use your idea of all this, and then instantly upon waking up, I was still, shall I say, CONNECTED, to this, whatever it was, and is. The exact way it all happened is 100% as Yogi Berra said it so well and complete quite a while back. But not only with the perfectly timed attack, and then another major one as I told the story on my word document that was then blogged up before leaving for my job at Cifaloglio that afternoon, but the second I awoke and told Diana through my special telephone that was only connected up to a lightning ball machine, where I was and what had happened, in fact all I said was, ”Diana, I just came out of a powerful wild interaction”, and BOOM, a helicopter with amazingly powerful sound was just instantaneously over the roof of the home where I was in bed telling what had happened to LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!! As other blogs keep on moving my story ahead, I will tie in about a trillion other similarities; that is not that important for me to do right now. But I did need to open shit up a little tiny bit, and so I did. If I ever tried to tell all I wanted to tell, it would take 500 years, and no one would get it anyway; as you would need to be me, and actually experience most of this fucking horse shit nightmare. Still, I trek on, as what dam ass choice do I have, YO????????????????????????????????????

Tom Reale who molested me as a fifteen year old boy, was a lot more than some ordinary child liking sicko perv. The night he thought PEE SENIOR got at me on the following year, by his outlandish wild behavior when I exited that jitney bus that late night on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, proves that if nothing else does. First off, there is no record criminally whatsoever of this man, and according to all the television and legal authorities, none of these sicko pervs just pick one person and do this shit to them one time, and they don’t have the endless luck of the Irish, and never get caught either, sooner or later, that old wheel spins around and wham, you’re fucking toast, you fagot. Only this never ever happened to this sick mother fucker, but IS HE just a sick mother fucker, or was a lot more going on in the scummer time of 1970? Well, did I really just wake up from a strange dream 38 and a quarter years later, and could some super loud whirlybird really just suddenly appear over the house, as if by Harry Houdini Potter Merlin Huntington, at the split second I said through the phone to lightning, that indeed I just popped out of this wild ass interaction? Well, you all know what Yogi Berra and I think, and now; you judge me, and you judge my words; and you judge my motives. I don’t want a fucking thing from my dam daughter, only her happiness. If she wants to play this absurd game for what seems like forever with me, fine. Still, there is so much more going on and this would not be a pencil dot in a galaxy cluster of all the shit going on all around just this little bit of blogged crap. Still, it is all I am going to say for now, about this dogshit. I’ll add in one thing more for now. His girlfriend who loved my ”gorgeous hair” to quote her almost every morning, when I’d run into them on my way down to the fucking beach; was Victoria Callio, and the lifeguard right there at the beach closest to Cornwall Avenue was her nephew Frank Callio. Then there was Mister ‘Magic’ Allbright and his telephones; and then there was the nuclear shoes that got me fired from my job in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, 18 years in the fucking future. But I did say, I would not go on, so let me be as good as my word, as if my word is shit, then I too am shit. A man is as good as his word, Elly Ellen Helen Magic bus stop, on magic days, in middle July; both in 70 and then 27 years up in the electrical dreaming future in ’97; and holy shit cow, KALI; another 80-08 Harry Callas inversion of Phillies digits, and WINS; with or without time trips just a week before the blog mentioned. We all remember that incredible dream, I HOPE, of my being in the Atlantic City Golden Nugget Hotel Casino in 1984, and lightning struck the layout circle, right through number 27, she said to me in that adorable voice in her daughter personality, that the © Office should have from 1988, but recorded in 1972 at the fence; ”This is my number little boy, three to the power of three. I am your lightning”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, does it get better than this any freaking place on the entire interfreakinget, good folks??????????????????????

Then if the great © examiners ever bother to examine my 1994 book, ”TPB”, they will see how I was technopopping this exact thing into my sentence-codes, so that she would speak to me messages, in her own voice from the age of two and a half, and we could talk to each other, while I live and suffer humanly on this hellish nightmare Earthly interaction. Hay, think of shit like Giant ass Twinbay would, back in OH-Marola-8. Keeping this from being a total wash out glass half empty eternal guy here, AT LEAST I WASN’T FREAKING TECHNO-POOPING, SHEEEEEEIT Dawn and Dad!!

Ladies and gentlemen, my loyal Morians, and all Type-3-Exploratron Visitors, (TTEV), pronounceable as ”TEE-TEV”, how the hell are you doing on this very lovely day? Lovely that is for those not named Mark Wayne Mohr, but I’m desperately trying to eek and squeeze by as best I can, wabbit.

The Roulette game that I observed being played less than a week ago, at the home of one of my doppelgangers in more distant hyperspace, has made me a thousand dollars in a half hour of play. But as with the ways of all flesh and hopes of humankind, it went the way of dogshit cubed, and all fell apart. You cannot trust anything world, NOT ONE MOTHER FUCKING THING, NOT YOUR FUCKED UP FAMILY, SO-CALLED FRIENDS, NO ONE, NO HOW, NO NOTHING, DOROTHY ROSS GOZZWALD, AHA AHA AHA AHA, MMCN, KIND SIR, FROM FUCKING ASSHOLE 1971!!!!!!!

Now moving on with updating my MORIANITY HERE; I have had some great times with my beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana, at really exotic tall waterfalls, the past several ”sleep-times”, but she does wear me out with all of her hot passionate wild love making, and I fall away from there into localized and sometimes more distant hyperspace interactions in parallel universes, and some you know about as I’ve blogged them, and many others, you do not. As more and more localized parallel universes begin to have events that would be totally within the range of possibility in your own, the odds begin to increase that you will take this transdimensional BAGGAGE back to your universe, where you have a physical body ‘asleep in a bed’, waiting to escort the real-YOU throughout waking life and the following days it may contain. This has not been completely formulated on the great think tank blackboards, but will be in the coming century. I have met a very world renown scientist and physicist in the middle of the next century, in localized hyperspace, back when I was ‘dreaming it was the early nineteen-nineties’, You might put it more like, ”Back in the 1990’s, you were dreaming this”, but you’d be saying it all backward, no matter how you might insist that I am wrong and or crazy as a loon bird. Aniwho, Flo and Poolbox; this man had gone way beyond the many known mathematical formulas of quantum and quasar mechanics, and what is now already known but not advertised, so as to keep a little more sanity for a while, amongst the human population, with things concerning what they come to term and label, ”UPLINE-DOWNLINE UNIVERSE. They know right now and have it all backed up 100% with total math and no chance for error, that this entire universe came from less than nothing. Not a singularity, as that is just the near death experience travel gateway, the tunnel, the black-white hole connection tube, known as the slang term that stuck, the ”WORMHOLE”.But moving this along folks, before our universe began its dimensional trek through one of these near-death-experience-tubes (NDET) AKA wormholes, all of it existed as a small tiny part of the upline universe above and beyond it, on the other side of one of these traveler tubes as I call them in my own slang. By our frame of reference, this upline universe is larger than all of our universe all combined, as it has to be, in order to fit through the zero dimensional singularity, and shoot through here as the white-hole it is, from its other upline black-hole. As I said, right now, all the mathematics absolutely supports this to be totally accurate and true, but let me tell you what this guy 140 years from now was able to put on his great blackboard, that would have made both my father, and his pal Albert totally salivate over like two drooling babies. He worked out some powerful ass equations on exactly how all of this upline-downline energy has a ratio to the void that by its very nature, permits all singularities to share its sameness, all that’s needed in space-time-mind to be maxed out all the way, AG or Absolute Gravity. At absolute gravity, a tube springs out from it as though it had been under pressure of infinite sofa springs tightened to their max, and then released simultaneously. Space-time-mind (STM) is the sixth dimension that literally makes the fifth dimensional hyperspace in its entirety, down below it. This same mind is what in some wild type of individuality, is one and the same with all intelligence within the hyperspace, on all levels from one celled creatures to virtually unlimited advanced intellectual entities. Still, the formula goes onto prove that above this MIND or STM, is an unfathomable mother board circuitry of some kind, way too far beyond human thought as of 2013, that literally does the one thing that no one yet has a clue about, from the greatest religious scholars to the greatest minds in science with all their degrees plastered wall to wall from coast to coast and then some more. I speak of what loops the fifth dimension onto the sixth, the sixth one onto the fifth, and so on and so forth along these lines, and to make it a lot simpler and understandable, how about if I put it this way? You have our universe and then before our ‘big-bang’ all that was there above it through the other side of Alice’s looking glass, the hole that all this blew out through in other words, and then above that world, are worm holes all over the place and above that, more of this, and on and on forever, and in like manner, we have our worm holes all over our universe that go onto sprout out virtually unlimited ”daughter-universes” in this same fashion, and each one of them, also, downlined below us, doing this on and on, also forever, yet there is a provable formula that some ”something” on the seventh dimension, has sort of programmed if you will, a maximum total of universes now matter how unfathomable this total number may be, far beyond a vigintillion to the power of a vigintillion, yet it has a limit, because as with all things in cosmos, things begin to carry weight as they move on and out from center points and thus start to curve down and around, and into the programmed-sphere, for a total lack of better terms or words here. This forces the entire system to have a maximum point of total size, and nothing is outside that size. Did anyone get this at the think tanks, as I’ll repeat, NOTHING is what is outside this size. Lawtrons are the intelligence of nothingness, and they simply are what they are, these laws are in-transmutable, and these things are just that, what they are, putting Dawn King nearly two centuries ahead of her time, her and all of her friends and peeps and fam. ”It is what it is”, I’ll hear her saying that for the next 900 years, Squire Garth Trilane. This is the science of how infinity cycles all fold into each other as well, but the biggest part is that there is one astral plane where lawtrons dream out of the one and only true nothingness-VOID onto, and from there dream-down further into fifth dimensional hyperspace, or all of the unlimited parallel universes of space-time, or virtually unlimited aniwho. Small parts of these truths were once scattered throughout my website, now defunct for lack of funds to keep it operational after early 2009, the Morianity Foundation, www.morianity-foundation.com/ If you are reading this from a distant TBAC, (terraformed biosphere asteroid colony) out in distant space, and can tune back to Earth in the year of 2007 and 2008, there are prompts on the then operational multichannel SWISS SYSTEM, go to the channel where that internet is adjustable from March 1, 2007 through March 1, 2009, and slidegear towards the middle of the band where I know the site is up and running, and use that link, as now you have managed to get to this page from doing that. WHAAAAAA!!!

Many things will be talked about over the course of the rest of this summer and into the autumn. For right now, I have not yet left the apartment for any distant ports in the storm. Also, I screwed up on some earlier blogs, 1980 was PITSY-1, or so I said, WRONG, it was PITSY-2. Here is the accurate Port In The Storm Years for me, or the PITSY-GROUP, if you will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1969—————-PITSY-1.

1980—————-PITSY-2.

1994—————-PITSY-3.

2011—————-PITSY-4.

2031—————-PITSY-5.

The only problem is that this formula that is based on a very accurate yet simple mathematical sliding scale of future years, from 1969, and beginning with 1969, whereby up through PITSY-3, all three worked in a perfect order, leading me to project into a PITSY-4 and 5. I however neglected to remember the powerful laws in QUANTUM PHYSCIS, that pertain to electron-observation, a still not fully nor totally understand concept, as it relates and connects into and throughout such matters as dark or transdimensional mass and energy. This is why the great AE only concluded there was SPACE-TIME, and never was abler to see what exactly brought this thing to be in the ”first place”, a misnomer by its very usage of connected words.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY PART SIX,

SO PLEASE ENJOY, AS THIS HAS BEEN CHAPTERNUMBER-ELEVEN.

I AM GETTING READY TO CALL 911, AS IT IS TREN MINUTES SHY OF 4 AM, AND THIS ALL DAY FUCKING SATURDAY PARTY, WITH IN AND OUT AND DOORS AND VOICES AT ALL HOURS, IS TOTALLY FUCKING ILLEGAL!!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

THIS CAMERA SHOT HAS BEEN STUCK HERE FOR A SOLID MONTH, CHANNEL-12.

FOLKS, I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS, SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US, FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER THINK OF TO ASK ME, BUT NOT TODAY ON THIS BLOG. THIS IS WHY SARAH KRASSLE INVENTED NEXT DAYS, OR AS GAB MIGHT PUT IT, NEW DAYS, REAL COOL SHOW! BUT THEN ANYTHING THAT MARIAH CAREY IS INVOLVED WITH IS BEYOND GREAT. I KNOW!

Around close to eleven last night, Diana Arteemis paid me a very special visit. She was beyond beautiful, beyond hot, and beyond awesome. She dazzled me with every conceivable color and type of her scrumptious lightning imaginable, CG (cloud-2-ground), Intracloud, a term not yet recognized in general non meteorological dictionary systems, and even a few ribbons. Also, this went on until nearly two this morning, about three or more hours. I later fell asleep and took my baby-blond to a beautiful park containing several unfathomably ravishing waterfalls, as Diana loves waterfalls with a passion. It’s literally like taking your kids to the beach after ten grueling months of books and school and typical miseries of city or town life for the average child. They get to the beach, and literally, as the old and not so Tommy Roe polite expression goes; ”go total ape-shit”. We had such a wonderful time there together, but unfortunately, I have a working physical body here, and so my experience can only last until the cycles all play out biologically, and I’m forced to awaken back into this horror show called, ”my life”.

NOW, make that BACK TO BACK NIGHTS, folks, WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRIPPLE WOW, RHM, SHE CAME TO SEE ME ABOUT 5 DAYS AND NIGHTS STRAIGHT AND AS DAVE ROTH SAID, WATCH OUT, THE MILITUFORCE DOES NOT LIKE THAT!!!

L-4, I have veryshittynabes. This has been a very noisy fucking party weekend, up here on this 29 September, and 911 will be called very mother fucking soon, YO YO YO YO!!!

Now back to the blog, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was another mother fucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY, SATURDAY, AND I PREDICT THE ENTIRE WEEKEND WILL GO SUPER BOTBAR, BUT I WILL CALL THE FUCKING COPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had computer hacking, par for the course every day now, but major shit, major noise all day long, many fire fucking alarms and for the past week it started up much heavier again, and I could TYPE ON AND FUCKING ON AND FUCKING ON FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT you can know!

Folks, any one shitty bad thing ongoing with my life, by itself, is nothing more, at least in most cases; as sort of a, ”oh yeah, you know, that ain’t so bad, and also, gee, don’t make a big federal case out of stuff and see a million coincidence monsters all over the place, and get all paranoid and psychotic”, kind of deal. Well, that is exactly why things work as they do. None of these WOMO bastards ever wake up one day and go, ”Hay, let’s give poor shit head tard Mark all the proof he needs to sue us all for 50 billion bucks and wipe out our reps and be the overnight sensation he should be, after-all, it is him who’s behind 30-60 percent of every fucking thing going on in the entertainment world, and even the world in general, since late in the sixties somewhere. No folks, don’t wait for any of this unless you enjoy sitting and waiting some place for maybe a thousand god dam years, and then hear, ”Sorry, we’re out of business now; get a calendar”.

Here is how real stuff does operate and go down, maybe with all of you, only I feel confident merely to speak for myself. First off, no one gives away the store, no one makes it easy for the other person, and when anyone for any reason, wakes up one day with very powerful disgruntled enemies, life suddenly becomes darker and bleaker than an amusement park horror house such as the old Dorney Park Devils Cave, of the early sixties, up in Allentown, Pennsylvania, Billy!!!!!!!!!! Whoever in 1983 did their promotions, great as this park is; left me totally knowing that they all knew me, and my music, and even MY FUTURE, but don’t panic folks, travelers are amongst us and always have been and will be, and are labeled by me, this author of Morianity, as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. This is so yesterday’s newspaper by now, it sucks wind backwards at light speed cubed.

Now it is times like these where some of my readers think that this entire 8 year blog project is just some big work of unknown things about the great world renown pop diva, we all know and love, Mariah Carey, AKA MC by all of us loyal and loving fans. Well, a more careful, and open minded review; would bring the obvious truth to light; that this is a total falsehood. I cannot help it if as things progressed along, many things from actual events and real suppressed memories, took us where it took us, right straight to her door at the tender age of toddlers, and much more, this is as Ziggy Malyeska would say so well at an extremely apropos time in July of 1969, and I’ll quote him, ”That’s the way it goes”. When Chris Bennett my coworker security officer at the Cifaloglio post, back in late OHM-5 and into OKM-6, suggested I begin something called, ”BLOGGING”, totally alien to me, the word, the deed, even computers and internet for the most part; I sort of hesitated a while, mulling things all over in my mind very carefully, trying to scrutinize minute details and weigh the old business world ‘cost benefit reward, ratio and or analysis. Eventually, I took myself to the Hammonton, New Jersey Public Library, and learned how to do some very basic things, and went onto open up shop and start a small little blog, on the one site used at the start of all this, www.blogger.com/. That stupid light bulb hack is back and I blocked it with my little blocker card that I keep right here at my work station, but it did me a favor, as I needed to block the time anyway, for a soon to come Jane Bitchweedsdisease clock attack at eleven minutes past one, shortly. Now I will not get fucked and see three of those nasty ass ones. Still, at eleven-eleven this fucking morning, I got struck hard and fucking fast, by my large digital clock; not thinking clearly, due to my scum bag shitty roach slob nabes from across the hall-hell. The joke is on everybody, as I need to make a donation of multiple servings of Chocolate Pudding, to the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, right about now, and need to log off and re-start this again after a take care of that and clean up with a nice bath and shave, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I am back, and yes, © Office and lovely Jeanne, on ‘regular time’, at 5 minutes shy of two. Let us look at the airport photo on the WEATHER-BUG CAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or better still, let us NOT.

Yes, I did screw up a little bit, I am very very very old, ask INGRID-84, she knows that indeed, there is a lot of ”BAGGAGE”

”BAGGAGE”

”BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE”

”BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE”

and did I forget to say,”BAGGAGE”????

I’ll take that W—O—W CARD if I may be Gozzwald permitted, Mister Macy. Thank you!

WOW, RH. WOW, RH.

Yes Mizz Zebriski had property somewhere either in Saint Thomas or one of those butt-wiping islands just southeast of where I live as I pen these words to you all now, electronically.

Helen Zebriski’s dish daughter, Andrea, was a story all in its own right, that the great high and mighty ATLANTIC CITY LIFEGUARD FORCE HAD MANY A GREAT LAUGH OVER, I AM SURE, CARLEY NOTVANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know when people are laughing at me and teasing me, and have known this little ignorant Illuminati deal ever since many decades ago ever went by, only where they went by, don’t ask, pweeeze! I do not hold a copyright on my life and its weirdness nor the total journal of all that’s been done to me by the great LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, known here in waking mortal circles of this physical plane as numerous cults and groups that may or may not even be aware that they are all one giant ASTRAL REALITY, dreaming down here and causing me nightmares, tears, and KALI HAVOC. Soon, I should have my 29^th copyright, and this list should sometime late this year or in 2014, reflect it, as the title given to it, with the title track being ”You’ll Be Crossing Over”, but the actual given project title that will display as number 29 on my copyrights List Form as shown here, will be, ”MY YOUTUBE MUSIC”. Funny though, as folks, there is no more YOUTUBE, not for me. I’m done being Scylla’;s fucking puppet for her dam ass amusement here on this rotten lousy old Earth. If she wants to use that great right cross me, fine, I am telling it up front and straight, LUCKY-MOVIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you there, R.H. Macy, sir?

Upon rare occasions, I have made mention of an Astral-plane musical instrument, the Enzemeter. On the physical world, this is a combined group of special electronic circuits, along with what would be a conventional keyboard, if it was properly encased and put together in a normal way. This device if ever all put together and properly fitted into one well contained machine, would indeed appear as a musical keyboard, with a very soft foamy or rubbery front, that is attached to the lower area of the keyboard; below where the keys would flop over it; and on each end, handles would exist; attached to a harness that would fit over a player’s head, so that he or she would be able to sit or stand and play this device, without any conventional type of a stand; and be reasonably comfortable for extended periods of time. It would contain a very powerful and special software disc, allowing it to play any conceivable percussion sounds, any conceivable musical sounds, and any conceivable vocal sounds, along with a computer perfect mixer system, sonic equalization, all possible effects; and whatever is now possible with many combined devices, all used in conjunction to make up something that after it is played, it can be recorded, and sound like any ‘radio-ready’ tune, of any market, of any time period. This sounds like one hell of a fantasy, right? WRONG. 20 years ago, when internet was barely a small dream coming alive, what we now have and now can do, would make what I just described, as far as advanced possibilities in this application, seem tame, and would not raise a single eyebrow in a room. Now this device exists on the Astral-Plane as I said. It is called an Enzemeter, and is played often by Isiscylla, the great Goddess of Music, and anything else, for that matter. In 1980, I witnessed this goddess using this, to sing a song to me, called, ”Love Is For Carpenters”. After this happened, I began building a lot of similar things to attempt emulating this contraption. I’ll go as far as to say that I did a lot of wild stuff, but never totally built a freaking Enzemeter. Still, in 2012, I decided to take the idea of combining all possible existing technologies, and a few of my own; and when all put together; since it is not quite as good as an Astral Enzemeter; give it the name of, ”KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL”. Only I know why I call it that, and I don’t plan to ever tell this secret, not to a dam soul, not ever. Still, KFP is indeed ® and logo-created, and made official, just as all of ”MY YOUTUBE MUSIC” was also, before the actual sending of the $65.00 check, and the application form, and the cassette tape of that music; down to the United States Copyright Office, back on July 3, 2013. Guess who just came by to fuck my day up some more, but lovely MISS BITCH, JANEYSLEAZETRASH herself, at one mother fucking eleven, so let me compensate for this horror show from over 20 years ago at the Georgia ballpark with her miserable rotten ass Atlanta Braves Baseball Team!!!!!!

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This is not the first attack, as I was struck while watching the cunt lapping news, 2 hours ago at freaking eleven-eleven, also, so again with another freaking ass row of lovely fives, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes, Mister Macy, where’s my Ricky Dyfis Divvis dime from HTHS, and for that matter , my W—O—W card?

SHARKEY SAYS, LET’S GET IT ON, LOVELY ROSEANN!!!

Hay girl, Leticia Tilley, whassup, YO? Tell BOO, next time he goes to my county lock-up, call 1100, and not me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Be friendly, YO, give me a holler, as Dawn said you liked me.

So how does all of this fit together? Well, in all candor, that would take ten years of straight blogging, and who would ever read a fraction of it? We would be discussing two and three quarter years after the LOIS FOCA interaction of 1980 or my ”attempting to wipe out the EW from my Atco rental home bathtub”; something discussed a few times on prior-blogging text, we would be talking about eventually eliminating the need for entertainers, we would be talking about power drains, and other PK initials, and archers; both of the bow and arrow, as well as the mechanical kinds; and before it all would be told, it would be about 50 times more complex than all the known quantum and quasar Mechanic disciplines and equations of the world. So as the angry man on ‘Fonda’s Jury’, Miss bitch’s wonderful great daddy, would say so perfectly and revoltingly, ”OH FUCK THIS SHIT”!!!!! Now I need some help in putting together some make shift junk; and am attempting to get someone over here; an employee of the great Port Saint Lucie Bonjovi Entertainment; and that is all I can say. However, there is a truck load to really tell, and just cannot be told. I am not intentionally holding back information from my Morians, but simultaneously; I am avoiding committing a major agonizing and excruciating suicide. And ‘THAT’ is indeed a ‘PROMISE’, lovely MO-nique, thin, or phat. Still and moving on; and great movie from OHM-6 girl; let’s just skip 99.99+% of junk, and get back to the tape in my car system at the Jersey Pine Barrens, that day in 1997, with Dave ‘Thundervoice’ Roth; when he snapped out after hearing me crying like a dam ass baby; and then me in the car laughing at myself, ‘LFLD’. You really do have to see the humor of the ‘stair-chases’. I was the one who taught her this, and realize it now, Mister Heitzmann of Bellmawr, oh mighty Huckleberry Hater-88 and many other possible 88’s. I found myself doing a double-take driving back from Bonjovi’s fucking place yesterday afternoon. Don’t ask, and I won’t fucking tell, OK, Bill Clinton; old ‘park doppelganger pal of 1995’????

Yes, Enzemeter’s, Scylla Goddesses, and Advanced Robotic Panther’s; so what’s next, blondie?????????????????????????

Three mother fucking ONE’S JANE BITCH SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE ASSAULTS in less than 3 hours. Must be going for a fucking ‘McGinty World Record’, huh Steve; Tellmeallyourproblemsmarkbackin1996????????????

The mother fucking ”PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN”, is on my computer fucking screen; it seems I cannot win tonight in here, YO DOGS, W—O—L—F.

They made fun of me in 1986 when I walked into the Jersey casinos wearing my Roulette Enzemeter. But I know something now, that I did not mother fucking know, back in fucking rotten ass 1986. I could have walked in there with Mister BO-Jangles, and his dam resurrected dog; and it would make no difference in the outcome. I could have bet in total reverse on every bet that I lost on, and again, no difference, Mister Fazer Firing Landing Party Away Team Crystalline Entity Star Trek Original Show Fighter, NO DIFFERENCE WHATSOEVER, right William Shatner, my old ‘thank-you letter’ pal? Hell at least my kid came through on that one, in a ‘Mirror-Mirror’ Spock-beard world; you lousy egocentric son of a bitch.

There are about a dozen things I want to tell you folks, but I am tired and need to crash into sleep. If mercy was real and not a smoke-mirror-hot tar road surface eye-trick; I’d stay asleep, 4-FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!! Ga’hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie, ”SHEEEEEEEEEEIT”. Don’t make me HURL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What nobody is aware of, is that huge things are around the corner, and is why the stock market is whip sawing and see sawing back and forth, like 50 powerful men playing Tug-Of-War, with 25 men on each side holding the rope.

Eventually, one side will prove a little stronger. This is not just something recently beginning, and is more like something recently ending. A long journey, just about to be completed, only it still is not over, as the traveler may have been gone a million years, and came from the distant stars; but home is yet an hour away; and robbers and murderers still await him along the roadway near to his home, and at any second, can finish this poor bastard off in one mighty fell fucking swoop. This is not some philosophy, and it certainly ain’t poetry; so forget Shakespeare, or Romeo and Juliet; or even similar names. This is DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS BULLSHIT, whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not, and very soon; you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking bastard said all that back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in June, and wow; now look at shit. That’s all you fucking need to know, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No this is not the crazy rantings of lunatic Mountainpen, nor even the nightly resurrections of Roseann Delaney, or the one time resurrection of the great Lord and Master King Akoslem, also known as (AKA) Jesus Christ. Without delving too deeply into anything in particular in order to safeguard great things as much as is humanly Pennock-possible, I will only say this. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE woke me up very very very Hurricane Ingrid ill this morning, with a sore throat so bad that I wanted to punch a mother fucking hole in my wall. After lots of lozenge tablets and chewing on Buffered Aspirin for most of the day, I AM OK now, but I AM NOT ICY ISIS, lost in time, or chillier than an ice machine, with or without any Trinity chemtrails, hotels, machines filled with ice cubes, balconies to be dangled off of, or curly haired lost daughters of Carlisle Avenue, huh Ron Bustrips Wirtz, of the Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor’s Office? Oh sir, I did plenty of legwork, as you so instructed me to do back in the mother fucking rotten middle nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO YO and not bounced around from town to town, or other such 1988 copyrighted shit in my fucking ass name! Ga’hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Ga’hed, Mike McNulty, laugh out loud, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA! Morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all think you have all of the answers to everything. Even Einstein was totally fucking clueless about how to beat Roulette, using parallel event, time’s reflection, and just why it makes sentient beings aware to roughly 400 tiny instant little pieces, each and every minute of the clock while they are in hyperspace. Wanna’ really know a fucked up secret, not that anyone out here’s gonna’ fucking believe a dam ass word I say, BRO? This great man was unable to perform many simple tasks, including the tying of shoelaces until his fifteenth birthday, and even then, there are photographs of his shoes tied all his life, in loose knots, rather than bows. He, like me, was great at being able to see obvious things all around us that for reasons too lengthy and complicated, seem to elude the 99.999999999% of most sentient persons in hyperspace, or waking mortal tangible an material life. He was not all that good in math, and had many persons in his early days, helping him to actually physically work out into equations, all his ideas about the cosmos. When they seemed to fit together, he had the opposite thing happen to him that happens to me, a total 180 concentrically persisting reality from that of freaking ass mine. All his helpers vanished into obscurity, and he was left as the great publisher and total creator of the ”theory of general and special relativity”. This is the total opposite, and the entire Copyright Office and legal system of the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS KNOWS THIS PERFECTLY TOTALLY WELL; and that is for just one example, the project called Billy Harner 2000. You can Google up http://www.billyharner.com/ or click on the link here, and see his web-page, but you will see how I totally vanished out of all reality from anything pertaining to STUDIO PARK RECORDS, HIM, or for that matter, the illustrious and wonderful PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN. I have no issue with this anymore folks, and could care less, and you wanna’ know why good folks? Because it is just all that much MORE FREAKING EVIDENCE IN MY FAVOR AND ON MY SIDE OF THIS ETERNAL BATTLE AND WAR, proving how someone or something, Captain Shatner and kid, have GONE OUT OF THEIR WAY WORKING TRIPLE SHIFT OVERTIME FOR DECADES NOW, to do all of this to me, in a continual pattern, relentlessly, without so much as a hint of ceasing any time or millennium soon. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY KIND SIR!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL SEE, but that is not important, Gina!

What is important is that I tell you a quick little squib here, and then I will be gone for a while, but you will understand its power as the days pass by. First off, not that many days back, my mother and the New Jersey branch of the lovely 1970-That-Family, or TAWF-’70, for short; were interacting in another universe in the hyperspace that I have conscious recall to, (I had a powerful and vivid dream) in other words; your words actually, that you insist upon; but what went down in that parallel reality is not germane at this moment in time, Senator Watergate Jacobson, and will be glossed over on this blog for right now. Some of you have forgotten my powerful words of hyperspace bleed-over and the example given on my blogs to any of you out here that may be interested in ultimate powerful truth, as I know Morty Mortino is, as this is now about his tenth strike on me today, on my right side, (the DEATH ANDROID or ANGEL), this time; but any-hoo folks, bleed-over was explained in an example with a lot of dry towels that all surround one soaking sopping wet towel in the middle. This was the best that I could do, but folks, you can manipulate stuff in all five dimensions, but it takes great skill, practice, and of course, something TAWF does not have a lot of for the most part, and that would be patience DMK being one of this fantastic family member with the least of all. Her true middle name was not Marie, it was ‘Marightnow’!!!!!!!!!! Time travel is going on all around us, right under our noses, but in ways no mortal as of yet in this year, can even remotely begin to conceive of. It honestly is like the example of trying to explain the ocean to a person from the Colorado Rocky Mountains who never even saw an ocean on television or in a picture, let alone in actual reality. There you would be attempting to make one futile attempt with one example after another, but when the person actually would come to see it some day for real, they would say to themselves, shit man, nobody came close to describing it.

The world has wanted me to vanish away ever since I left high school. The movie done by the MTM Network back around 1996, depicted a small ocean attempt description example, in their great movie staring Mary Tyler Moore, called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden”. This is a MUST-C movie for all Believers of Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only seeing it, AGAIN, explains just why it is such a MUST-C fucking ass show, I can only proclaim that it is now in words ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO! Now what happened back in fucking school that caused this planet’s powerful controllers and owners, to desire this so much? Well, how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with Watergate, Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker too, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The GREAT SARAH JACOBSON was indeed, another very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the great Bob Madison Club of the Teacher’s Lounge, and a few who’s sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country, and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83?????????????????????????????????

Now moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened. Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972, telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me, and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think we all know why. It’s been told and told and needs no rehash job at this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH, burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane’s teacher, Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971, and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the song, ‘LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS’ and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of 1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”.Just tell me this folks, and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET????

DOES THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????

Sure he does, lovely one,but he doesn’t need to rub him in his god dam eyes, huh late Dave Chaz Roth, YO YO YO?

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County, in New Jersey. Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied. I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only, where RU when I need you, oh lovely AG of FLORIDA????????????????? PLEASE!!!!!!

December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), oh yeah, right!!!!!!!!!!

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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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

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You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

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At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ”the ENEMY”. ————————————

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CHAPTER 00178, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

REPRINTED FROM DATE AND TIME SHOWN BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8:38 PM-EDST, 27 AUGUST, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING!!!!!!!

The day before the death hell.

MORIANITY PART VI

CHAPTER XI

Good evening good people out here, and greetings from the Mountainpen. Wow what a tangled and deceptive web has become weaved, over an almost 59 year life span!!!

Am I the spider however, RD-ELV-84, and did ‘Michael’ really copy my blog and you, in OHM-9? Who can ever breath-echo really know this, oh great US Copyright Office of Wash-Doc?

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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.

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00178, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

8:38 PM-EDST, 27 AUGUST, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING!!!!!!!

MORIANITY PART V

CHAPTER CLXXVIII

Good evening good people out here, and greetings from the Mountainpen. Wow what a tangled and deceptive web has become weaved, over an almost 59 year life span!!!

Am I the spider however, RD-ELV-84, and did ‘Michael’ really copy my blog and you, in OHM-9? Who can ever breath-echo really know this, oh great US Copyright Office of Wash-Doc?

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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.

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART SIX, PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.

CHAPTER ELEVEN, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

8:38 PM-EDST, 27 AUGUST, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING!!!!!!!

MORIANITY PART VI

CHAPTER XI

Good evening good people out here, and greetings from the Mountainpen. Wow what a tangled and deceptive web has become weaved, over an almost 59 year life span!!!

Am I the spider however, RD-ELV-84, and did ‘Michael’ really copy my blog and you, in OHM-9? Who can ever breath-echo really know this, oh great US Copyright Office of Wash-Doc?

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I have accumulated lots of new shit that none of you have even conceived of seeing yet, should in fact I decide to paste it all up in time.

just watch the photograph on my blog, as it changes with all of the techrachaunical magic of all of Ireland and all of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates all combined and commingled together.

I have suffered through this mother fucking cat shit now since 1986, so don’t even think about trying to tell me it is not really happening. My believers, I love you. The rest, hay, read, enjoy, scoff, doubt, or Andrews Whatever, as I said; I know what I know. Screw anything else at the speed of fucking light squared! I did not bother asking my doctor for a note so I can move to the other building, they would just find a way eventually to get at me there, and all the work would be for nothing, and expense as well. I won’t be falling into that trap, but there is another way to skin the cat, and that is to follow the advice of a long dead neighbor and electrician from Westmont, New Jersey. Copying Nurse McDowell’s 1963 advice first and not waiting to fail at getting any second chances, I will strike but once. Possibly my Resident Manager did this thing that I will not let anyone know about by printing it and handing amo to this vicious enemy; but whether she did or did not do a certain thing, there is someone who I intend to bring into my fold, remembering the great Charles Ponti, the great Mullica Township TV Blaster-Boob, and of course, John McDowell. Hay, at least I’ll be able to say at the end of the day, or month, that I tried something. No one needs to know as if I tell it, I’d be fucking cunt lapping screwing myself, and that should be obvious to a fucking ass retard, but if not; I know that the military forces of the world understand my strategy and battle tactics 100 fucking percent YO!!!!!

Now remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00 PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog, and every few minutes, the chart will update, ahhh these leevely ol leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl, speeeshally ween its on your side of the fight, laddies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA Auntie Alice Gallagher, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

But where are you when I god dam need you, lovely baby-blond? Oh yeah, that’s right, she is at the waterfalls with me, her RICKY, WOW!!!

This blog is just to get the smallest bit into opening what the why’s of my being the seeming center of everything, when I am just a total nobody, and am not disputing this for a single second. I don’t have the answers for all of the dead guru’s of the Himalayan Mountain Chain, but I’ll do my best, based on a few decades of my own personal outlandish experiences in this present ME-LIFE, as MARK WAYNE MOHR.First, I fucked up and wrote PM instead of AM, as most of you know, on the previous blog, Chapter #00177,and it was right at the time I left for BonJovi Entertainment in Port Saint Lucie, Florida back on Monday mid-afternoon, that the DJIA chart took a straight line dive without looking back up.If one of you geniuses out here could tell ME, just why I am the center of this universe, without merely echoing the same old lame lines of, well, as you said, Mountainpen, you’re SSJKK’s ”THAT-BOY”, whether she is consciously aware of this or not. There still must be a lot more to all of this shit, Doctor Disney Cruising Doogie Howser. Just do me the one little favor no matter what, and don’t tell me I’ve not made a believer out of you out here, still with me, and reading me; not after all that YOU NOW have begun to see, and witness; at least second hand; via reading the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. My scum bag nabes are screaming out in the hall at 9:13 Post Meridian. I guess these words have struck the ‘phony-funny bone’ of some part of the great and covert black ops WOMO–MILITUFORCE Lambrigg Astral Cult, in their human waking world form, as individual parts of this system; through none other than the total ”PAWM”-PIE-ETTOS controlled system. You all should remember; People, Animals, Weather, & Machines, like DUH!

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NOW WE ARE BACK AROUND THE TIMES OF?

12:20 AM-EDST, 28 AUGUST, 2013

Despite the majority of viewers not seeing the truth about my posts, in so far as a method to my madness and things repeating as well as almost repeating with various changes made, I’m trying to get you thinking just a little tiny bit more than three dimensionally, I’m not expecting any of you to go the full five with me, but I do know what I am doing, so I hope you do not skip when you think I am just repeating, as normally, there are small changes made, and it is important for you to make sense out of a lot of upcoming blogs, that you don’t peter out on me and skip all the important stuff I’m trying to accomplish with you, as readers. Also, if I randomly paste in something from one week or three years ago, remember, there is no random, this will indeed be proven mathematically, within the lifetimes of most of our grand children. For now, about a little mustard seed amount of trust and faith. If I really honestly was a mad man and did not know squat from shoe polish, explain away about at least 100 things that I know, that you know; WHAT IS GETTING FRIKKIN’ SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no bullshit to this, I only wish that there was, but the trouble is that you don’t have to trust me, and if I right now say let us pick and choose this or that, and I go and paste it in, you would only get the full Count Marcucci 1969 mind blow, IF you implicitly trusted in my integrity. I know that I have no reason to cheat, but you don’t, and I fully accept that. But this is not some random pick, as you have heard me discuss the airship that was in some kind of contact with both my DREAMING mind as well as my WAKING mind, BACK ON OCTOBER THE FIFTH, IN ‘TWENTY-OH-EIGHT’, MISSES M-PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If Yogi or Doogie were there, would they have a wild roller coaster ride at Dorney Park, with or without repeated catchy tunes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So without further horse stinks, let me paste in that blog. Who would win the stare down, Russell; Marcucci or my kid???????????? Well, speaking of, here is that old blog from October of 2008, so you don’t have to go scanning and archiving all over the place to find it, good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

HOW MANY TIMES MY FRIEND?

“HOW MANY TIMES, MY FRIEND?” The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, ALL OTHER SUBTITLES APPLY DATFILE: 100508.616.55 —– START: ————— ( October 5, 2008)
I am under a MAJOR FUCKLING DSEATH SIEGE, and the second that I came out of a major interaction with Mariah, boom, one second after being back awake here in this Marhouse, a super chopper attack enjoyed right over the place in total violation of my civil and constitutional rights 2 pursue happiness and peace. Then 10 seconds after the chopper MILITYUFORCE scum slime were gone, I started 2 tell Diana about hearing a song that was playing, Called “HOW MANY TIMES”, and instantly again, a super loud Harley blotorfucking sickiecycle got me at maximum sound right out my bedroom window again in violation of my civil and constitutional fucking rights, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES FUCKING UNION that doesn’t give a fucking rats ass ship about how I’m being violated!!!! I A M U N D E R A F U C K I N G S I E G E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U want war, U got it FUCKING PAUL STODDARD BRIGGBASE CULTSCUM!!!! Hear is first what happened, and then I will tell what Mr. Carey told me never 2 tell. It was 1975 and my mom was in Babylon., Long Island, and this was in the waking world, she really was visiting Uncle Heinz and Aunt Ruth, Gottwald, the honcho banker and yachtsman of the Sound. I told U all on a prior blog that 3 years B4 this was my last visit up there 2C those fucking miserable snotty shits. But in this interaction, I had been beaten up on the Atlantic City beach as I was in the waking world, and had my own sea plane and took it and landed it in the interaction right at the boat club across from where my snoot-unk resided at the time at 175 Peninsula Drive, down the way from Captain Kangaroo. A dirt ball friend of the 2 beach patrol mascots that had fun roughing me up back in shitville, New Jersey, was my pilot and thought this was funny, knowing fully well that my uncle would have a cow and an aneurism at the same time, and he did sure enough and was over across the bay hollering at the both of us and saying 2 get that piece of junk out of his yacht club or he would have me locked up. Then the next thing I knew I dreamshifted miles over 2 the Carey block. I was having a great time talking to everyone and they all seemed 2 know me as though they had always known me. I just went along with it wondering where I was and how I had gotten into this one and even thinking of the Stanley/Oliver show of times B4 this even, where he was always saying, ”Now you’ve really gotten us into a mess this time Stanley”, and kept thinking of that as well as knowing that I was just with Diana making passionate love 2 her at some astral waterfall and lovely exquisite park, and instantly afterwards just found myself in time and space again, only in this here and this now. Mariah wanted 2 do something extremely important 2 her and her dad got angry and did what cannot B done in today’s world and I remember thinking how brave she was 4 not crying. She came over and whispered 2 me that she was going 2 do this thing whether daddy liked it or not, and I sort of chuckled nervously hoping she wasn’t going 2 receive another spanking. We were in a hallway that was lit up brightly in the house, and in the middle of it on one end was a wide entrance into the living room. Make all the fucking sounds and persecute me all U want cock suckers, when this fucking blog posts up, YOU’LL B VERY FUCKING SORRY ASS HOLES. They know every stroke I do on this keypad, just watch Law and Order, and the episode where the patient was betrayed by his psychiatrist, it was a sex offense case, I make nothing up, this EVIL EMPIRE is watching every strike I do on this fucking machine, violating my RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION!!!!!!! Anyway she was able 2 eventually do this thing that was so important 2 her and I was very happy 4 her. Some relative was over at the place with either a guitar or some kind of music making thing, and was strumming and singing the famous song from a few years past, that kept going, THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS BLOWING IN THER WIND. She, MC was oblivious 2 this and more interested in making sure her dad had his back turned so he would not C what she was doing, it was the cutest thing that I ever witnessed, yet simultaneously was totally breaking my heart. Lots of anger was everywhere, and he mentioned the stairs and the fights over the horrible neighborhood and bad neighbors that had done them wrong, and more along these lines, and it was terrible. I detest having 2C my lovely queen as well as her family, go through any unhappiness, and after finding out that family of mine and friends and neighbors of them were behind the Carey’s miseries, and U all remember how I wanted that weekend 2 go up 2 Long Island with a huge turkey knife under a sweater, and not 2 offer a free dinner 2 wicked cousins and do the carving, but rather 2 just do some carving and not make any offers about it. Anyone ever hurts my queen in any way, and I cannot end this sentence legally on this blog, yet it still is getting said, family or no family, I do not care if UR the governor!!!!!!!! Then her dad yelled over after leaving the hall and standing at the foot of the stairs something about making this his last visit and did not need all the hassle of things, and then went on about the cat, and when I saw the cat, in this wild interaction, it turned jet black with the same tiny white paws that Gawky Gaukauk has, and then grew and expanded 2 the size of a real live panther as though it was a balloon cat getting filled with pneumatic pressure, like an air pump. Then he pointed at her while she was dancing and laughing and watching this happen, and said and I quote, “Gawky, U get the hell out of my house, trouble-maker”. Then Gawky who refused 2 budged growled and finally spoke and said 495 over and over again. Then after he walked angrily over 2 him and started trying 2 wrestle with Gawky, he was thrown onto the floor and Gawky said, now Mark will C all this hot shot engineer. U never wanted him 2 know about any of it and now I will show the poor bastard, he said this word 4 word 2 Mr. Carey, and I will remember the total absolute vividness of this 3 the rest of my Mountainpen diseased twisted pathetic life. Then the mus8ic came from nowhere only louder, how many times this and how many times that and all about the answer blowing in the wind, and then wind indeed blew up and things were getting knocked all around while Gawky laughed and Mr. Carey walked out shouting and slammed the front door 2 their home about as hard and loudly as I ever remember a door being slammed in my current astral-dream-down, (ADD). When I came out of this, 3 seconds later I said 2 Diana over the telephone that I just popped out of a wild interaction, and INSYANTLY, the BRIGGBASE WOMO MILITUORCE sent over a loud house shaking fucking chopper. Then as said, motorcycle attacks, which still R currently ongoing, I am under a fucking total death siege, as I am normally directly following major astral world REMEMBERING EXPERIENCES, “dreaming” by all of your definitions. Miss shitplants Jane Fonda Whore just bit my fucking ass, what else could possibly go wrong, no don’t fucking answer that as Elizabeth Montgomery said something 2 her hubby Darren Stevens that applies so very well 2 me, “THE POSSIBILITIES R ENDLESS” Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, yes it is indeed one eleven in the mother fucking afternoon and that stinking cunt lapping clock got me again, I am on a major fucking death roll. IF ANYTHING HAPPENS 2 ME AND I DO NOT MAKE IT HOME AGAIN WHGEN IO GO OUT 2 WORK SOON, I WAS MURDERED BY THE UNITED STATES EVUIL EMPIRE GOVERNMENT AND THEIUR WICKED SCUMY MILITARY SYSTEM. This is a dying man’s utterance and official and legal declaration, doubling as my blog 4 this day. Let me attempt 2 cunt-pen-rape (COMPENSATE) just a wee whittle bitchin’ bit rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555, and yes five and five and five. U want war games with me truckers, I will give them 2U, ya stinking rotten, BASTARD SLIMY SLEAZY FILTHY PUNK-BAGS AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED!!!!!!! Gawky was making Mr. Carey very agitated, after he all ready was up set with his child 4 something she was insisting on doing and he did not want her 2 do it. Well, MY PHILLIES R FUCKED AGAIN, THANKS 2 ALL OF THIS FUCKING BULL SHIT, JUST MARK MY FUCKING WORDS, GIVING UP A 2 AND OH 4 A ROTTEN 2 AND ALL NOW, JUST U FUCKING WATCH AND MARK MY TURDS AND MY PREPRICTIONS. I could tell U what MC was doing but it would not B fair. Here I am an astral traveler, invading the privacy of people’s pasts, I must draw the line on what I tell that IC and witness somewhere. If it was just not so real, so vivid and in living Technicolor with panoramic view and quadraphonic enhanced super high fidelity surround sound, and so bigger than life, I might even dismiss these things, but brother Detective Green, I just cannot dismiss this one nor the immediate RONALD REAGAN COUNTERATTACK THAT WOMO LAYNCHED directly after they followed my kerlian energy back there 2 the Marhouse and I woke up physically. A Mentally Challenged dope addict can CY that particular song was part of this I sure hope, Jeese-Louise Fonty surfer dude! I told Y’all what muscles Ed said at work at the garage 2 me not long ago when we discussed Mercenary Employment. Oh well, at least we were not discussing Multiverse-Existors, still ME’s either way. That ME on the roof of 506 Robin Hill was sure a mistake, if only Ida opened my door instead of being King Wussbag the FIRST AND ONLY!!!!!! If this does not break off and my Phillies keep getting damaged, major shit will happen, as I all ready know atomically what is destined on this signature frequency of atomic hyperspace, as I saw it and if they CHANGE IT, it will cause severe weather patterns 2 occur like nothing this part of the hemisphere in the United States has seen 4 hundreds of mother fucking queers. The answer is not blowing in the wind my friend, it is simpler than any ninth dimensional source force could ever B. Fuck with established hyperspace patterns, and quantum foam heats up in tiny areas burning out of existence total pieces of reality, leaving vacuums and portals, STARGATES, small, but big enough 4 example 2 bring in the GIFLIES of Haddonwood. Huge insects that do not come from HERE that have been literally FIXED 2 wipe out humanity, keep fucking with me, I can prove all that I day, and this shit is top4 secret at black ops agency level. Keep fucking the hell with me and I will let out how hurting me is hurting all of the citizenry, and I have proof of Haddonwood and the giflies, or GIANT-FLIES. Gawky said to Mr. Carey that Mark must tell the world about sentence abbrevs in the Gawnum or the secret of the GAS, gee, is Steven King visiting the Marhouse today here in Cannotmakeupmymindinheightville??????? Aniwho, he says that a powerful second level tool in the Gawnum is taking sentences and phrases 2B matched up or compared 4 compatibility, such as “go screw yourself mister New York mail man”. The letters R the first of each word, and in this example thus would B, (G-S-Y-M-N-Y-M-M), since I am ragging on the Milituforce, Mister Jack McCoy, and the evil BRIGGBASE right now as they R persecuting an innocent citizen straight 2 his grave and have been 4 nearly 23 fucking years. Aniwho MCMCAAONMC, then U get the PCN or (Private Cosmicallycoded Number) of these letters, only after getting the first 2 digits, the third digit is not the higher digit minus the lower digit. Instead, with this, it is the sum total of the 2 digits, hence if a PCN starts with 47, the 4 and 7 R then added 2 make digit number 3, or PCN-4711. Now if the first 2 digits add up 2 less than ten, use a 0 for the third digit, as all PCN’s on this system need 2B4 digits in length. Hence if the numbers come 53, the PCN using this system becomes 5308, as 5+3 is 8 and this is less than 10 and needs a zero in the third digit slot 2 keep all of these PCN’s as 4-digit numbers. The smallest is 1102, and the largest is 9918. The basic base 9 going from 11-99 is still functioning here. U will C amazing shit Gawky says when U compare phrases and long sentences of query. I know that all grown up, MC has told me not 2 play with this and 2 stop blogging this, but I did not ask 4 this persecution, I am only in survival mode here, and doing what I must 2B a song stealing BEEGEE, and STAYIN’ ALIVE as best as I can through all of this monstrous and horrendous fucking endless bull shit that I’m forced 2 endure!!!!!! Funny how 1102 as in my 3rd and final tenure at the great ROBIN-HILL (farm outside of HADDONFIELD) where TAWF from 1970 was starting its mission of MARK MOHR DESTRUCT, PROJECT “MARTINOCALLIO99999”, and all from a silly stupid Jimmie horrible life Stuart missing $8,000.00 video arcade in such a fantastically far away locale. No, one day the bail out bastards say no, and then boom, reality shifts and changes. It always either goes their evil wealthy manipulated/controlled way 2 begin with, or they do a Lattisaw and just turn some tapes and move some makes until out from Copperfield’s hat jumps the magic bunny rabbit with a sign pointing at them and reading, “FRANKIE SAYS THEY’LL DO IT THEIR WAY”. Yeah but let me piss on the table, and the prosecutor Wirtz said 2 me and I’ll quote the dude, “I’m glad U didn’t do that, U never would have gotten out of the Atlantic City jail” Yeah I do not know about everything, and big-business is definitely not my thing BRO, but I will say this, and U can eat it 4 damn dinner: Jack McCoy on the great television show “LAW and ORDER” says it perfectly, and I’ll quote him from a Mercedes all the way 2 a raised-right black boy, “There R rules for the wealthy and then there R the rules 4 all the rest of us”, or was it Senator Hopeful from Tennessee who said it? Well it wasn’t said from Tennessee Avenue aniwho, and that’s some plus out of the day. The fucking gods help me, dream on Mountainpen, LITERALLY, while laughing Donna retraces your ass from here 2 eternity. Mighty Earthquakes and wicked volcanoes R right around the trucking corner, watch your back OTAMM SCUM!!!!!!!!! Watch your rotten stinking ugly back!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, all GO and SO, both ZD and AD TECs. All enemies scanned and crushed. G-13, G-14, open command G-189, under CGR-2, and STOP.
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.

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Atlantic County is unique in New Jersey, in that it is home to Atlantic City, the only municipality in the state where casino gaming is permitted. Thirteen casino/hotels, which attract more than 34 million visitors each year, currently operate in Atlantic City. Those numbers are in addition to the many seasonal tourists who visit Atlantic County each summer. Their numbers dwarf the figure of 271,015 permanent residents of our county and contribute significantly to the need for prosecutorial and related criminal justice services provided by this office.

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JOHN J CROWLEY

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, WOW DOES TIME KEEP MOVING RIGHT ALONG, WEEE-NA!

THE MAN WHO STOLE MY TOW TRUCK BACK IN 1979.

WELCOME BACK, JOHN CROWLEY. In a pigs dream!!!

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John J Crowley’s entire criminal record

The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:

Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

Race:	White
Sex:	Male	Eyes:	Blue
Height:	6’0	Hair:	Brown
Weight	205 lbs.	Age/DOB:	4/12/1947

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Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

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JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

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MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 11, reprinted from the date of:

5:55 POST MERIDIAN-EDST, 28 AUGUST, 2013, WEDNESDAY

WHEN ALL HELL BROKE FREAKING LOOSE FOR ME, AGAIN!

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I WILL GIVE IT 2U SHORT AND SUPER SWEET, GOOD FOLKS. Things I posted up caused me a month of DOUBLE THE NORMAL BOTBARS FOR LITTLE OLD ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W.

OK, here is what the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE IS DOING TO ME, GOOD FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The computer clock was set back an hour, Mister McDowell, SIR, FCC, and old school chum of the ‘Johnny faster jokes’, and thus, I reset it, once I started this blog, and saw that it had been screwed with, A—G—A—I—N! OK, the day started out very very very INGRID-84-WEIRD, YO!!!!

I was not quite ‘AWAKE YET’ to use normal human concepts of things, and was interacting with two large cockroaches, doing stuff I did quite often as a boy, and Abby Carmichael can go eat me out, as I did not turn out so bad, SWEETIE, not next to most of you in the fucking Entertainment Bathtub Destruct World, aniwho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here I am holding onto two large cockroaches, placing them face to face in front of me, trying to get them to fight each other. Suddenly they began to speak to me, saying, ” Remember when you were at that security guard job out in Pennsylvania, working for Assets Protection; and you took your matchbook out of your pocket, and began lighting up caterpillars; watching them squirm in agony, and then you fell asleep for a while; and they came to you in your sleep asking you why you had tortured them, when they had done nothing to you to deserve such cruelty”? I said that I remembered it very well, and asked how this can be happening, since I am not asleep dreaming now; of course I was; but did not know it. Remember; this is still using all of your word choices, to describe this hyperspace activity and interaction. Just at that exact moment, LFLD, sociopath little me; began hearing them continue speaking to me but their sound became muffled, and I was wondering why I could not hear them speak plain and clearly any longer. With that, I suddenly ‘woke up’ to my fucking asshole nabes out in the hall, what else is new, and this is what this sound was here in this part of hyperspace. Over where I was, it was different, and very distantly located from this universe, where I am not in direct contact with cockroaches, or caterpillars. After they finally shut up, as this went on maybe five or ten minutes from about ten of the clock, on a while; I got up to get a drink, and take a dam piss; and laid back down; and then suddenly remembered what happened in that interaction, before the part where I had these two cockroaches in my hands, and in front of me in a pugilistic position, making them box so to speak. I was up at the Harvest on 25^th Street and Orange Avenue. 25^th Street when it runs through this area here in Fort Pierce, Florida; is also called, Doctor Martin Luther King Boulevard. This as most of you know was a 50^th anniversary day, and a get together was held right around the time of this ‘dreaming’, up in Washington, DC, AKA ‘WASH-DOC-13-600’, for reasons that will remain between me and my old buddy, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, at least for the time being. Lots of doubting psychiatrists are thinking old Mountainpen is a nut case, and his ‘dream’ was representative of Doc King and the two bugs represent white and black, and the fighting speaks for itself, and nothing could be further from the truth in a billion mother fucking years, but for now, that needs not be addressed, as there is too much more I need to report, and how it all fits in, and I have not yet had my dinner, and I plan to eat and relax with a little fucking TV soon; so I am not gonna’ be blogging twelve trillion freaking words on Chapter Number 00180. As I speak, the sun is getting low in the western skies to the left of my work station window here on my sixth floor residence apartment, in the 601 Avenue B, Public Housing Authority building, here in unit number 607. It’s a pretty sky and quite a sight to see, but as the late Donna Gaines Summer would say this perhaps, if alive still; ”That’s neither hair nor there”!!!!!!!!!! The day began with the nabes waking me and we will go on, but let me finish telling how I had laid back down and suddenly began to remember being at the Harvest place before the incident with the fighting roaches, if you insist on seeing parallels of psychiatric stimulus, these hollering assholes, are indeed many times, thought of by me, as indeed, ”FIGHTING ROACHES”, after-all, they brought me these dam bugs. Before they moved fucking in here, YO, I did not have one bug in this fucking apartment for months, then BOOM. In they came, and in came other pests. But in this dreaming interaction, I was in the Harvest, my old job, their web address is http:www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and I was carrying a whole lot of heavy bricks all over the place, building walls, where the aisles now stand. Make sike sense out of that one, all you dam ass head shrinkers out here. Over in this other distantly located universe in the vastness of unfathomable hyperspace, we were turning this place into many rectangular areas, and no cement was used, merely the bricks assembled on top of each other, quite hazardous, but that is what we were doing, myself, and some other hyperspace entities. I loved the way a phase four being put it on television once, a Miss Carolyn Stoddard from the hit soap show of the sixties ending early April in 1971, ”Dark Shadows”. I think she was talking to the Frankenstein ”ADAM” that was built on the show, and had said to him regarding the subject of ‘dreaming’, in dreams we meet both people we know as well as people we don’t know”. How is this so-called real life one bit different? We go outside, whether we reside in the Big Apple, or a local rural area; we still meet both people we do and do not know, in this dream as well, right? You know what is wrong with this multiverse, folks? Peeps just don’t seem to enjoy ever sitting around doing any serious cogitation, ”THINKING”!!!!

To complete the dream, good folks, I suddenly found myself on a short work-break, and alone just sitting and staring at one of the large walls that I had helped to build on this particular morning up at the hyperspace-Harvest place, and suddenly, a part of the wall formed a human shape; that of a woman; and in no time at all, broke away from the wall, and had flesh, and was alive, and she was a giant; about seven feet tall or maybe even more. She was so fucking beautiful it was disgusting, or maybe in honesty, I should just admit that what was running through my mind was beyond disgusting. All men of course, mentally unclothe most of the gorgeous women we meet and see, so let’s not pretend, and get all fucking self righteous here; Abbey-C!!!!!!!!!! I’ll tell Diana on you, and she knows all of the other ‘YOU’S’; as you seem to know quite well, or your TV character on R&I does, aniwho!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!

SUP-DOCK???????

I said lots of shit that peeps did not appreciate or like, and BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, did I pay a Radio Shack McNulty Laughing Football Price, or a (LFP) for future quick blog reference to this, should I wish to use it again, YO. Oh Mister freaking Dewitt, Sir, Jesus Almighty Freaking Goddess in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, cut me a dam ass break there oh powerful non-oz-girl MARGIE LEO from 1985!!!!!!!!!!

So this giant girl comes right over to me and asks me my name, and before I even knew what I was saying, I found myself saying to her, and I’ll quote myself, ”do you know you just came out of that wall over there”? She smiled and sat down at a chair opposite the chair I was sitting in, at an average sized break-room table we all have seen at various places of employment. She told me that I am the one who goes around saying all the time, ”NOTHING is what IS REAL, so why am I all shocked at anything I see that may be trying to trick my eyes, in the parlor”? I then told her that she is totally right, and apologized for my quite apparent shocked demeanor. She laughed, and gave me a small pop in the right arm, and said to me, ”don’t let your arm fall off”. Instantly, my arm, hurt from the huge rocking punch, did just that, it cracked with a horrible sound, and then fell off, and I was in a tea-shirt only, and saw the horrible place where she had broken it in one incredible powerful punch. Again she asked me my name. Blood was pouring out all over the floor and onto the table, and I remember saying, ”What, are you kidding, you’re asking me my name while I’m sitting here freaking bleeding to death”? She laughed and laughed, and told me I could bleed forever, and nothing would happen. We sat there staring at each other, and sure enough, after what seemed like a river of blood all poured out of my broken shoulder, I did not feel faint or pass out or anything. She then went over and grabbed my arm that was laying on the floor and placed it back onto my shoulder as if she was snapping a button on a blouse, and boom, like nothing had ever happened; my arm was fine, and I was fine. Then she laughed and told me to walk out the back door of the break-room, and I did, and it led straight to my apartment bathroom, coming from my neighbor Stanley’s apartment bathroom. She too had followed me back here, and when I looked back, the doorway to the other bathroom and other apartment was just totally gone, as though never there at all. She then asked me again, what is my name, and I told her it is Mark. She called me a liar and insisted my name was Ben. After a few more back and forth’s were exchanged, and to make a long story much shorter; I was somehow Benjamin Franklin and living in the 21^st century, in that part of the hyperspace, in a very weird distant part too, if I may be ‘Gozzwald-permitted’ to add in here, folks? She told me that I was, ”quite well known for discovering the subterranean beings of the world”. My blogs do discuss this quite often, back in time, as many might be aware of this. We had walked over to where my bed is in this apartment, and she pushed me hard onto my bed, making me bounce incredibly. Then she jumped on me and fucked my brains out after tearing off my clothes with ease, and disrobing herself. When she and I had made passionate love for what seemed like half a god dam day, she told me I never asked her what her name is. I had not, she was totally correct. I am piss poor with names, in all dimensions, and cannot remember them very well, and rarely ask a name of anyone, but just let them offer it. She then said, and I quote, ”My name is ‘Wallgirl the Tallgirl’, get it”? I then said back to her, ”Do you mean to tell me that you are my wall that I just built earlier up at 25^th and Orange?” She laughed for a few seconds, and then said in a calm voice with a totally straight face, and a cute smile, ”You bet I am”. Then she told me to open my hands and she would give me something if I close my eyes, so I did. I felt something really nasty and shitty instantly, and opened my eyes to find her completely gone, and me with two huge roaches in my freaking hands. The rest was told from here. Within a couple hours of this experience and waking up to the loud nabes, I had cleaned up in the bathroom and was dressed, out the door, and on my way to buy a few items that were on sale at my very favorite grocery store here in town, the PUBLIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I stopped first at my branch of the Walgreen Pharmacy, to see Mikey who now works in there. From the second I got there until I got back home after going to Publix and Dollar Deals to get a few bucks of needed items; THE ENTIRE SURROUNDINGS WERE NOTHING BUT HUGE GIANT GIRLS. They were literally all over everywhere. This is called, HYPERSPACE-BLEEDOVER or for old timers who knew their way around the world of sound recording in analogue days, we could legitimately label this as HYPERSPACE PRINT THROUGH!!!!!!!!How I ‘love’ the fucking WORD PROGRAM HACKERS. This is a bunch of mother fucking extremely sick diseased slimy maggot bags on shit steroids.

So far today, the nabes, the clock hack, other hacks, giant pussygram outside, lots of Morty Mortino attacks on both left and right sides, but that is a major par for the course on just about every cunt lapping day, good folks, and then you have the inconsiderate raised-rotten adults in all walks of life, and in all colors, and all other things. Here I am with my cart at my building, trying to walk towards the doors, and she is standing in my way talking, and sees me plain as day, and won’t budge an inch if it meant the Savior Jesus would come down off the cross, to hand her sorry fucking ass a winning powerball lottery ticket and a magic wand to knock about 200 pounds of fat and flab from her ugly stupid body. Now this was a white woman, so don’t even go anywhere with me. Peeps today are just raised wrong. Once upon a time, basic courtesy was considered LAW even by ex-cons, for the most part. Now, these fucking jerk off peeps that care only for themselves, and all else be mother fucking totally damned to Marion Wayne Hell, WOW; I’d be happy to ship them all off to Hitler’s ovens, TONIGHT, YO YO YO YO!!!!

Let me now cunt phlegm rape (COMPENSATE) FOR THIS DICK CHEWING CLOCK ATTACK WITH PAGE FUCKING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, ON THIS GOD DAM ASS WORD DOCUMENT SYSTEM!!!!!!!!! This has been a very fucking hot, humid, nastyass, totally rotten day, that is just about to fucking go SUPER ASS BOTBAR, YO YO YO YO YO FOLKS!!!!!!

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NO, NOT YOU MARGIE, THE OTHER WALL GIANT, LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WATCH OUT MARK MOHR, A MONTH OF SHIT ASS DEATH SIEGE IS NOW TO STRIKE YOU. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME BACK THERE VIA STM, DON’T POST ALL YOUR BIG ASS SECRETS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W,what a lovely fucking world this is, Mommy and Daddy. Sonic perfection notwithstanding, nor what is incorrect, huh US © Office, back in frikkin’ 1984?????????

Personal magnetics (luck) call it what you wish; is at a crossroads, and can go either way. When this happens, 90 plus percent of the time, it takes a downward turn, WEIN?

Mikey is having a lot of personal problems lately, money being among the greatest; again; same-old-same-old, what else is new (SOSO-WEIN)??????????????????????????????

There are a thousand things happening, and I am no way able to keep up with blogging them all, not in the most compressed two sentences devoted to each item, imaginable. So I’ll stick with major fucking shit, good folks.

It began to drizzle and then pour rain twice this afternoon here in Fort Pierce, Florida; with short duration downpours followed by sky clearings for the most part, then a return to the first cycle again. As this entire weather system began to form and rhythm out, there was a sudden very close lightning flash, the only one of the storm, but it was right outside of my window. Ever since 1979 at 112 East Fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I noticed that many many many many times, there would be storms containing just one lightning flash, right outside my window, and that was it. This is nothing other than my beautiful blond Astral Plane teen goddess, Diana Arteemis, letting me know she is always there close to me, and carefully watching over me, as best as she is able to do. Mortals in charge of this planet are jealous of me and hate me because I am in so tight with this wonderful gorgeous goddess. It goes way deeper than where I originally thought things started on a human plane, in the mortal world year of 1983, in Atco, New Jersey. All you need to know for right now, is that all the things discussed on all my blogs, tie together, and although may appear to be incredibly out of time-order, they are in perfect cosmic order, done with a commingled intelligence that goes far beyond my single ability to pen the blogs of Mountainpen and Morianity. I was not aware of that when this project began in early 2006 on the internet, but I am super aware of this now. What I experienced on Long Island in 1972, mistakenly thinking it was three years later when I told the story first on these blogs, roughly five years ago around this time of the year; is all a part of why I am saying this to you all right now.

As for what I said on my previous blog, kind ladies and gentlemen; and whomever; regarding my health being continuously and relentlessly messed with by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, I plan to show you just how shit is being done, and was done right around the time this little storm was all going on, in-between the two pouring rains that were both quick and heavy. During the clearing, the clouds were white instead of dark various shades of gray and black, and suddenly out of a bunch of them, was a wide dispersing chemtrail, out to my north. I had awakened early this afternoon with no cough, no breathing disorders whatsoever, no chest heaviness or wheezing, and then I saw this outside of my window, and watched it over ten minutes slowly totally vanish into thin air. I waited to see if I would begin to get any symptoms of the past week or so, flaring up again today, but nothing, I felt totally perfect. Then twenty minutes or perhaps a little bit longer down the road, poof, I instantly started to cough and wheeze as I breathed, and also, began experiencing stomach and intestinal cramping, despite dropping a nice healthy turd when I first got up out of bed. I began to realize that this had come from my south and blew north to where it was, and it took a short time for this jet fuel poison to slowly drop down from the frozen air, to the area surrounding myself and my residence PHA building at 601 Avenue-B. The only real confirmation and proof would be if I would go up to my Weather-Bug-APP on my computer, and take a look at the wind direction arrow, and wind speed, and do the necessary calculations. Sure enough, this evil vile vicious mother fucking MILITUFORCE had illegally injured me, and made me very ill; AGAIN. The wind direction and wind speed totally verified that this jet fuel was dumped and dropped over me directly, and the time it fell, and I began breathing it in; was exactly when I went from feeling mother fucking totally fine and well, to feeling ALL FUCKED UP ALL OVER AGAIN.My great pal, the former PRINCE-ARTIST, knows that this is all real, and even knows that these fuels effect both physical as well as mental disorders, and I will now go on to tell you about it, then go up to the YOUTUBE yourselves, and begin clicking into videos such as PRINCE TALKS TO CNN ABOUT CHEMTRAILS

and many other great videos on the topic. He tells a great true story of how moods went suddenly sour all over his neighborhood, after a sudden burst of these jet fuels over the area. He believes me. Some do, some do not. I do not plan to chase people up and down stairways to try and force anyone to believe what I know beyond a fucking doubt is 100% true and real. Still, I will go on reporting the news, I won’t create any of it, but I’ll be god dam go to hell, if I don’t keep right on mother fucking telling it. If they don’t ever want to stop perpetrating this unspeakable misery on me as well as those around me when it so suits them to do this; fine; but just don’t expect me to sit here and take this without a fucking cock sucking fight. If you really think you have heard anywhere near all of my tucked away juicy huge secrets, you are all in for an inconceivable rude awakening at light speed squared. Certain things happened in the very same year that my pal’s old 1980 song was so famous for, fourteen years back; and then this all led to a lot of other unspeakable things, at least for right now. I am putting up with some fairly noisy fucking neighbors around me today and yesterday, lots of doors, sounds, and bullshit in general, but around here, that is merely fucking par for the course, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So back for now to the topic of my health being hit by this attack in the skies around here today, but also, another hit on me indirectly with this same barrage of bullshit from WOMO, only they attacked another person, as they are doing with neighbors as well; in order to make them all unusually mean spirited, and quite rowdy; when it is not deserved. If I was calling people mother fuckers, or throwing lots of smelly garbage out in the hallway at them; or being rude over the telephone; then that would be one thing; but when I know that stuff is going on, that has no other possible reason to be; other than what my great old pal, the former artist PRINCE discussed on that CNN VIDEO with him; I do not need the Lord to lead me to the cross, or the Callio Clan to help me to cross over Grant Avenue, on my way back from a great sporting event that was taking place 24 years in the future in Philadelphia on Boo Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, when I was on the telephone with Mikey, I knew he had been worked over by the same sky attack that had done its evil on me physically, only with him, he got more of the Prince-Neighborhood-Siege assault. Do any of you really need me to tell you why the great mother fucking MAJESTIC-12 is keeping lots of shit from the public? It’s not TD Ameritrade, it’s not rocket science, and it’s not Macy Trucks or WOW TRUCKS, I promise you good folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!! They have joined the club folks, the ESS, and are having a blast fucking with those like me, and many others on their shit list, made up of those they call enemies of their cause, decent folks for the most part, haters of injustice, those who have the fucking guts to speak out, to keep fighting, to be against them, and general overall lovers of truth and integrity, sort of ‘Anti-Avaloners’, huh Tony Bonjovi? You see the world backwards up there in your ivory tower. You got because you did. Time runs both ways!!!!! You see, when you and your peeps treated me like total shit, after I poured out my sad story, and my heart to some of you; believing your cave age way of time running in one direction for you; and all along there you all were, never knowing that this very thing that you did to me, is why your cuzz fucking screwed you a long while back. Indeed, what goes around comes around, old sayings should never be ignored or even taken lightly. And I thought you were my friend, or at least basically honest folks. When I was working at the RPL Sound Studios from middle 1979 through early 1981, I would work nights and while asleep by day, if people were planning to fuck with me, it would come to me in dreams, looking at it the way all of you insist on, FORWARD-MORTAL. I would go in and say to peeps, OK, and then tell what they were planning. There was a dude who was a miniature Lou Ferigno who was the original ”Incredible Hulk”. He stared at me after one such episode, and said in sheer terror and fear, and I quote him now after more than three mother fucking ass decades, good peeps; ”You’re haunted, man”. Well, I am not haunted folks, but the more you all fucking hurt me, the more this world will be sent further and further into an irreversible path of destruction. Right now today, I promise you all, this is just about reached the point of no return. Keep up this fucking shit on me you bastard mother fuckers, and see what happens within 50 years when this world is turned into meteor ash, with all of your fucking wild technology to try averting it; or for all you know; maybe it will come as an incurable bug, you know; a microbial invasion to which no possible immunity can be found in time. Whatever it is, I did not do it, YOU DID ALL THIS, first to me, and then to you. WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU TO TELL THE TRUTH TO THE ENTIRE WORLD, DOCTOR MOVIEDIVA MARGRET???

Mister Macy, I simply cannot resist this one, one for Gipper Reagan, one for Bob Patterson Transdimensional Cheatley, one for great Lab Technician Sciencatrons of the ESS, and definitely one for poor fucking little old me, SO HERE GOES;

W—O—W

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MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 10

September 28, 2013

10:07 AM-EDST, 28 SEPTEMBER, 2013, SATURDAY

MORIANITY PART VI, CHAPTER X

I talked a little bit recently about measuring my personal luck, calling it my (LUCK FACTOR) or simply my cosmic-magnetic relationship, and then shortening to my ”personal-magnetics”. Call a rose by any name, as Sir Shakespeare said this so well a long time back, and Dawn King ends up completing his sentence for him, with her famous, ”it is what it is”. So call it my luck or my personal magnetics or a cut of rose-coffee, and whatever, Bob from 1975; it still is what it is; and I wish to discuss a few things about it, folks. Before I do, my health has been very bad for some time now. The enemy, or the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, as I have come to label them back around 2005 somewhere; and before that, merely addressing them as OTAMM, standing for Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr; and recently my breathing has become quite bad, and my crap attacks are back after quite some time of a back off from this particular strike against my personal health, delivered to me beginning late in 1985, from these monsters from hell, and worsening in middle 1986, and from there, never even so much as looking back.

Right after I discussed how my luck scores went to total hell, I was silent on the subject for a week or so. However, despite my surrounding hellish life, my actual personal luck or magnetics, began strengthening, from a major bottoming out point. This bottom out was what my viewers heard me discussing on my blogs back a week or so ago. But all this week, the scores have miraculously improved; averaging around a score of plus 2.4 in a three day moving sliding average, and also, moving and climbing at a daily rate for a solid week, when measuring in this way; at +0.7 per day. Again, I use an exact roulette gaming system as a way of taking this measurement, removing the 0 and 00 house-edge-advantage from the wheels, since this is not a hypothetical roulette game being played and scored and measured, but rather, is my LUCK TESTING SCORE SYSTEM, no more and no less. Still, I want to refresh your memories on the system that I use, merely without those two extra house-vig numbers on the wheel, and again, I do not use wheels, but instead, numerous dollar decks of ordinary playing cards, as well as conversion charts. These charts act to further randomize everything, so that I do not just have 30 decks of cards or wheels, but more like just over 1000, because I simply use the cards ace through nine, and then have about 35 charts where each of these cards represents a number from 1-36, and all of the charts are totally different and completely randomly selected. So with my 1000 synthesized roulette wheels, I have a large randomized field of test area to work within, for purposes of luck testing, playing hypothetical systems, asking the GAWNUM questions, and so forth. For those who’ve forgotten how to ask the GAWNUM questions, and receive answers, and work this great system, we will be repeating it again shortly on upcoming blogs. But for now, let me remind you what I do in the luck test, using one roulette system that I only use specifically for this one purpose. For those who know nothing about this game, skip this, it won’t do you any good. I combine a half and half kind of tool to this method of luck testing. Part if this is fully systemic, mechanical, and non-changing. But it in the mix, there is a selection to be made out of two possible choices, and along with then adding the double-up staging to four maximum bets, this I’ve learned through lots of trial and error on many previous attempts to mirror image my personal-luck with something that I can do first on paper; is the best way yet I’ve come to figure out. I told before, but will repeat it now; for those who know how to play the game of roulette; you begin after one spin outcome, keeping track of all numbers 1-36, not as numbers, but on the three parameters that they make up in this game, as 18 of them are red, 18 are black, 18 are even, 18 are odd, 18 are low, and 18 are high. After the outcome, say it is 19-red-odd-high, you begin in the mode of follow where you are betting to have things repeat. Normally you have a selection of two possibilities, as you cannot repeat your previous bet, that is to say, if you had bet black, you can bet on the even and odd or the low and high parameter on the next spin, not the one you just bet on. You begin with a following mode, so you bet the same outcome that just happened. On the very first turn or the second spin, this is the one time you may select from all three instead of just two, as you had no previous bet before. So you can bet on RED, ODD, or HIGH. Now let us say the number came out 35-BLACK-ODD-HIGH, and you had decided to bet on HIGH, and you had won. From now on you have but two choices, the two opposite parameters from the one you had just bet on. So you decide now to bet on BLACK and you lose with the number of 27-RED-ODD-HIGH. Now you not only are forced to select only from the ODD-EVEN and the LOW-HIGH, but you now must copy the last event that made you lose. It went opposite, so now you are betting opposite, and you select the ODD-EVEN, and bet now based on the last outcome number 27 being ODD, so you BET ON EVEN. Only this time, you bet 2 units, as when you lose on one bet, your next bet is 2, if you lose again, your next bet is 4, and if you lose 3 times, your fourth and final bet is 8 units. After a bet of 8 units, you are stopped out and the game ends. If you win before being stopped out of the game; you again return to the base betting amount of one unit. Every time you win, you copy what just worked, either follow or opposite, and every time you lose, you go opposite, or in reverse. You only have a selection of which of the two parameters to play, not the direction, that is always fixed based on whether your last event won or lost. There are many ways to take final scores and put them together, get their averages, be it a moving average of 3 days, a moving average of 3 and 5 days and the current day all averaged together, or any way you come to do it that seems to work for you. When I for example take my monthly botbars or horrible days, first I get the month-MPB number, and then I take all the months of the year before it and get an average; and then I compare these two amounts, for what I call the current month annual averaged comparison, or CMAAC. You don’t want to know how rotten September is for me this year, but I am getting off on a tangent with this, just to show you how I do my calculations and then go onto graph my own charts. I’ll quickly tell you all the wicked rotten news about my MPB (Magnetic Percentage Botbar) for 9/13.

It is DOUBLE the amount of the other eight months all averaged together, MOTHER FUCKING ASS DOUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember, in MPB, it is like the game of golf, you hope for smaller numbers, not the bigger ones, so a doubling spells the word NIGHTMARE CITY CUBED, for me, good folks!!!!!!!! Still, my MAGNETICS or personal-luck, as per the tests I take just explained for the second time now on the BOM, the (Blogs Of Mountainpen); and this is the weird fucking part of this shit, good peep. As this negative hell of my BOTBARS doubled in the month of September, and actually beginning out of the wild and mysterious assault on me, both magnetically and cosmically, on the twenty-eighth of last August; as was told about over and over by this blogger; my luck force has gotten twice as good, and let me tell you about this, as this is really powerful fucking shit, good folks.

I have always wondered if my advanced T-3-E enemy travelers, don’t have their own far advanced methodologies and outlandishly inconceivable ways of knowing my luck change points, only ahead of what my charts are able to show me with my best calculations. Then when they worry that I am in too good of an agreement with cosmos so that lots of much better things for me will have a chance to be happening during a coming time period, be it one short day or a week, or even longer; and so they then go right to work to injure and destroy me and my life so that it short circuits what would otherwise have made my life more normal, and a lot better, than the perpetual hell I have been forced to live in and sub exist in and endure and suffer through for nearly sixty mother fucking years now. This is by no means a new idea on my part, I remember in the early nineties beginning to arrive at these wild ideas, but I only slightly entertained them back then, as I was continually learning, growing, expanding, and evolving, into where I am today and have been since the times near to my Stockholm syndrome Kidnapping by the great TAWF.

Another thing I wish to explore with you is matter, energy, and polarity, as it relates to stuff discussed in the great books written by James Redfield, regarding how all things on this waking world Earth, are really a battle for energy, disguised as a battle for money and power, and sex, and control, and all that other sinful evil junk. There is positive and negative charge in matter, so of course, there is positive and negative energy, but this has nothing to do with what the ‘psychics’ refer to regarding sending energy to someone, or how bad pricks rob others of energy. When you are born, you are born with an exact amount of energy. When you have no more energy, your body will die. No laboratory or scientist can as of yet equate this onto a blackboard formula, but it is totally the truth. When those around us up set us, we feel horrible. We were robbed of energy. Our very beingness slowly brings more back to us from a life-reserve we all have, but when this runs totally out, ka-put, we die. Now many who know these powerful secrets, mingle amongst the crowds every day trying to literally suck out other people’s energy. It really if done correctly, is as though we are all cars, and they have stuck a siphoning hose into our tank and robbed us of our gasoline, forcing our weaker self to boost up again. All anyone has to do is make us feel small and worthless and mistreat us, it doesn’t have to be a full blown fight that would defeat the purpose, as the instigator normally would get as good as they gave, either in the fight, or later on with a criminal record, and on and on. So the clever energy-vampires, they learn how to stay clung to your windshield, despite the entire great State Farm insurance Company forcing them away. But there is a lot to be learned by these funny and really cool commercials run by my auto insurance company. These are not ‘rate sucker’s, they’re energy-stealer’s. When I worked at the Griffin Pipe Company, of Florence Township, New Jersey; I had one of these pricks, so I do know exactly what I am talking about. This prick drove my energy reserves around me down so low, it cost me my fairly good paying job, as I had lots of overtime at basically simple guard posts, and this is of course not allowed for me ever, to make any decent money whatsoever, via this HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE; just as back in mother fucking 1986 with the roulette playing, and the 1977 time while employed at the print shop in Westville, New jersey, Mars graphics. I am not permitted to ever make anything, barely able to survive if that, and this MILITUFORCE is real, and is doing this to me just as I claim it is, and has been, from the fucking day that I left fucking cunt school. This dude would walk into my guard shack every morning and literally steal my energy. He said he was a god. What he was, was an ENERGY-VAMPIRE. When things go your way and you get that real happy feeling, or any happy emotion, such as love when a person is young and things are all new and fresh, they insist on believing this is just an emotion, period, despite no doctor or scientist in the world as of this printing date, know diddly squat about the brain, or what emotions really are, not down the nth degree. They ain’t even fucking close. Bad emotions are really just your energy being sucked out of you, as if you were a balloon, and someone was deflating you, making you get smaller and weaker. Then when things are great and you’re all bubbly and happy, you feel as if you are that balloon again, only now, it’s as if you are literally growing bigger and stronger. More energy is being pumped back into you. What polarity these energies are on are meaningless. It is not like the fake vampires, that only exist in Hollywood, or on the Astral plane’s Phase-2-4 condition. This is not like blood where the wrong type will kill a person who is infused with it. There is no bad energy, no matter what bullshit you might hear out there in the paranormal world of ”know-it-all’s”. When energy is converted into lower forms of energy, then polarity is everything. The ergs of energy that are expelled from sending electrons flowing down a wire path, convert into a north and a south pole, and south pole electrical fields of energy are destructive to biological cellular tissue. Concentrically, north pole electrical fields have a 99.9999999 or greater percentage of neutrality with biological cellular tissue. The few that are not neutral are actually program-points. These are, if I can put this very simply; what binds the four magic ingredients of the double helix, or the DNA of our Earth biological creatures, all of us; and stabilizes them in the exact way they are originally meant to be in, without any outside microbial interferences that might mutate them into other interrelationships that go onto lead changes to come about that eventually age and kill us all, as well as make us ill throughout our lives. The program points are no more than the matching frequency of these electromagnetic fields, and since most are totally neutral, and a tiny few are precise program-points; if you were to remove your blood slowly through a circulation transfusion where it is passed through a field on north polarized EMF fields from the lowest low to the highest high, basically a speck above direct current all the way up to microwave pitch, the person would suddenly overnight, become reprogrammed back to perfection at where they were when they stopped physically growing, and remain in that state for a very long time, possibly 5000 years, at which time, another simple transfusion could be done. This is not Frankenstein stuff, it is very real stuff, and is also kept guarded very closely by the very top controlling ESS Travelers, or the TYPE-3-SCIENTIST-EXPLORATRONS. This world is a huge game, and the great William Shakespeare knew all of this over half of a millennium ago. This game has owners, and controllers, and of course, winners and losers; sort of the way any good game does as well. SLAM BAM BOOM, LOTS OF DOORS SUDDENLY ARE BOOMING AWAY AT JUST PAST QUARTER PASSED ONE, AND YOU MISSED ME, JANE WHORE FONDA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!! But I only got off onto this tangent to make some points that purest energy has no bad or dirty side to it. When you burn a sheet of paper, you convert some of its mass into a very dirty kind of energy. If the conversion was total, it would leave no residue behind, no ash, no smell, just pure energy. But one matchbook sized sheet of paper turned into this pure energy, in so doing, would cause an entire state to blow up. Even all of our greatest nuclear weaponry is not close to being able to convert mass to 100% energy. Anything less is a day and night difference. Our weaponry is all based on atom splitting, called nuclear fission. Fusion is when humankind totally masters E=MC SQ, and I hope it is not in my lifetime. Still, it is mastered, and controlled, by the ESS, as this group is all time, all hyperspace, and has the entire thing under their total absolute control, so that last sentence is just the mortal that is still left inside of me; as I know better than to word it like that, but I did it anyway. Yes Bruce and Virginia, I am still only human, and maybe looking for Virginia Avenue and Santa, and my special singing Christmas Angel of Cooley Hall back in 1972. A MACY WOW!

Some of the hacks I have experienced over the past month during this August 28, 2013 attack, old pal, Bob McDowell, FCC; a couple days ago the caps key was reversed, when it showed I was in smalls, it came out in caps, and when it showed I was in caps, it came out in smalls. I had the mouse disappear completely, dance wildly around in a fast wiggle jiggle way, and I have had the clock fucked with on the computer over and over, and it is literally one fucking hack after another.

Do peeps in the ESS come here on mission to steal energy when they do not need to do this? You bet they do. They don’t do it to help them, they do it to intentionally weaken you, and very often, ME. Scientists, Educators, Recorders, Witnesses, and Adjusters; of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. Any guesses out there, of which group is mainly doing the weakening of us, via this energy-sucking? Well in a process of elimination game, just for a little fun, let us work in reverse. Scientists need things and have no desire at all to make a lot of contact. The part of them normally awake here that’s under influence and control of the hyperspace doppelganger, must associate with normal peeps that normally he or she does, so as not to get the red flags of suspicion all madly flying in gale force winds, but for the most part, they are looking to do what they came here to do, very privately and discretely. How about the Recorders have one job only. They are not here to interfere in anything at all, but they may upon occasion go as far as to do something similar to that great fictional syfy television show, Star Trek, The Next Generation; where the dude from New Jersey, time tripped up to the Star Ship, and began stealing objects to take back into time with him. Sometimes they in fact do hide time capsules and take things and place them in these capsules just for their use in future times, so unlike an opposite the fictional show on TV, they have gone backward, not ahead, and wish to bury an object or an item, and then, wake up, and dig it up. This in one of many functions of Recorder-Exploratrons that need not all be delved into on this blog, but they don’t have any desire whatsoever, to rob anyone of their personal life energy. Then there are the Witnesses. Now in some small ways, the Recorders and the witnesses both take what is called in much of future hyperspace, ‘spacefreeze’. We in a very backward way call these somewhat similar things, videos, recordings, shots, and lots of other things that capture pieces of reality for later observation and or pleasure. Now when taking a spacefreeze, an entire area is literally scanned and not so much copied, merely coordinated. In other words, it is like a computer telling you that your favorite movie or song, on whatever medium it is digitally on, would be for example, the following number: 01101001110110001101010101010100011011111001010, and so on and so forth, for about ninety thousand more pages like this. It is not a truly digital 0 and 1 binary code, and is too complex for me to even try telling about. But what is captured is an area of STM (Space-time-Mind). This can at any time, with the right encoder-decoder device, be for lack of better words, though of as Doctor Who’s British Telephone Booth, in so much as you can activate the system and scan to any time in that parallel plane, it is not a 74-WP, and works in one universe only; but anything that is inside of that small area, adjustable somewhat, but normally is a 90 inch cube, 90 inches long and wide, as well as high. It can be fine tuned about 30% to a minimized or maximized size, but that is the norm for this device, 90 inches, just as the 74-WP has a 50-52 inch square and about twice that amount in height, but all this is for another time and place, as the late great Donna Summer might put it so well, good peeps. Getting back to the five classifications of TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, Witnesses do more ‘personal writing’ than Recorders do. They keep lots of notes and journals, and they observe the on-goings of many things of all types, all over the world. They have no need of our life-energy either. So then what about the Adjusters, after-all, they cause quite a lot of trouble? Well, that they do, but no folks, they don’t do that particular mischief, at least no more than would their normal doppelganger during the course of his or her life while not being hyper-dimensionally remote controlled. Wow, what is left? DUH, the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON EDUCATERS, that’s freaking who. HI yourself, Misses M. Yes sir good folks, these peeps do the most work in their ‘sleep-missions’, and need to take and steal the energy from those around them. One way to know who they are, unlike the other 4 classifications of T-3-E, is that you will feel them drain your energy. They will want to be around you, use you, make you feel worthless and horrible, treat you badly, brag continually, and do all these type of things that if you remain around them for any length of time, you will go away feeling drained and blue and depressed. If you get enough of your life-energy sucked out of you by these bastards, you will become clinically depressed, unable to refuel your own reserves. Many suicides are victims of the educators. Watch out for them my friends, you will know now, as you’ve read!!

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MORIANITY PART SIX, CHAPTER NINE, KING NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN ETERNAL-HELL

September 27, 2013

MORIANITY PART SIX

************CHAPTER NINE************

7:20 ante’ meridian, 27 September, 2013, Friday morn, Mister Diamond, sir. Forget those dance nights Donna and Neil, YO.

Well folks, here we are in late September. How I long for the days of yesterday, my old Beatles pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch your throat, Richard VonMarcucci. Oh well, Russ, if you’re out there in Cyber-Village, old friend, you told me to ‘try and hack a job’ at the Terminal Vending company, and now, I am just hacked; and the company went the way of glittering lights, and powerful awesome roof pushing lightning goddess daughter incarnators, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Well gash darn gee-men Gollleeey Sergeant Carter sir, of the United States Marine Corps. Shazaallm!

If I had the mother fucking stones, to say one one hundredth, of the shit I really want to open up on here folks; you would all be nuts as all shit by twelve noon today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MO would say it perfectly, so I’ll copy her, ”I’ll promise you that”.

My ability to click into the BLOGGER BOX was hacked a few days ago when you saw all those short-blogs to be read hopefully by the fibbies, while they laugh at me and my no-funny McNulty jokes from 1971-2013, and play some real good football simultaneously; and so now, I have to paste it in without hitting Control ‘V’. Instead of hitting those two keys, I have to right click the mouse and keep dicking with shit until it lets me click at the paste in area, not easy when the mouse is all hacked out. The illegal pop up ad on both my blogs, did another thing to me the last time I tried to post. It made the mouse jump in and out of view and nearly impossible to use for clicking in labels or doing anything, as it became invisible. THESE CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS go forever unanswered, and this country mother fucking is worthless and it fucking sucks, and is filled with liars, and mother fucking hypocrites; who let my civil rights be endlessly, and viciously, and vitriolically, and relentlessly, and ferociously, be stomped on, and trampled to mother fucking dick chewing asshole death; at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!

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WHY WON’T YOU HELP POOR OLD FRAGILE PATHETIC LITTLE ME, GREAT ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, PAM BONDI?????????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

THE STORY OF OLD PAL JOHN CROWLEY FROM 1979, SHEEEEIT.

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THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS HAVE MANAGED TO GET INTO MY DOCUMENTS AND REMOVE THE FILES AND PHOTOS OF MY OLDER ENEMIES FROM THE DISCO FUCKING YEARS, SUCH AS THE GREAT AND ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY MAN HIMSELF, J.J. CROWLEY, OF VOORHEES, FUCKING NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, if someone thinks this is all funny, and publishes no-no phone numbers from my document files, Abby Carmichael, I’ll be skating on boiling ice, huh girl!!!!!!!!!!!

JEWELLY WHITE, OH MIGHTY LOVELY VIQUEEN:

HOW DID THE MAYAN’S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on.

CHEMTRAIL ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.

It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I’ll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I’m not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there’s a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let’s talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You’ll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old’s think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:

So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.

My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don’t ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don’t click and don’t listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous ‘time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time’ paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.

Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I’ve just listed, and the most recent struggle I’ve had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE ‘M’ STANDS FOR THE ‘MILITUFORCE’, AND THE ‘O’ STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won’t matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4^th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as ‘THEY’ just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn’t have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W—–O—–Wdoes this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.

The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.

No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only ‘SAFE JOURNAL’ that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you’re totally screwed.

There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Mons were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight, a MILFER’S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don’t be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don’t need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn’t it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone’s precious, and non-previous time; since altering the ‘C’ and the ‘V’ here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E’s. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA,the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid ‘YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER‘ song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don’t wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life’s many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.

My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother’s story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I HAVE A QUESTION HERE, FOLKS:

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version) (The millionth-council and me) (Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape) DATFILE: 021809.951

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna’ do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL–PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna’ contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, ‘DARK SHADOWS’. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, ‘use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system’ that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0—D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called andspoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the ‘DOW’ had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! http://www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D————T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009….

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen.

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON’T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” (I edited out the hack date).

first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

Saturday, June 21, 2008—-THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as ‘he’ would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and ‘CRAN’ R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, ‘look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha’. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.

Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.

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Personal magnetics (luck) call it what you wish; is at a crossroads, and can go either way. When this happens, 90 plus percent of the time, it takes a downward turn, WEIN?

Mikey is having a lot of personal problems lately, money being among the greatest; again; same-old-same-old, what else is new (SOSO-WEIN)??????????????????????????????

X-X-X-X-X-X-X HOW THE HECK ARE YOU LOUISE HENDERSHODT??????? IS THE WFMU LADY STILL LAUGHING AT ME?

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 9, continues!!!

A MOTHER FUCKING RETARD on slow pills, can see right through all of this, if that is of course, they ever really want to. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE has made me quite ill, with a super wheeze and cough from poison material attacks that need not be talked about in any detail. Now they had been hurting me for some time, as they normally do, more in summer months than in winter months; and when the heat problem kicked in on top of it, which was quite obviously all part of the pre-planned goal and motive of these sick vile satanic enemies from the other side of the gates of hell; this all compounded, and now I am feeling bad enough where I may soon go to the doctor ahead of schedule. Details of this need not be spoken of, as it is all as some know, all part of a sinister plot from beyond this world, to do me in, but also, to do other things so huge, that even em-twelve would never believe it all or understand it all, even though they all think they have got it so figured out, and in their little fucking circle; under their total control. This time period’s powers are merely a part of the club, or the ESS, and hence the em-12 is just a small tiny dot in an ocean sized circle maze, controlled, organized, ruled and owned, by this ESS, again this stands for in MORIANITY, irrespective of what name they may give to themselves that is presently super classified of course, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But way more than stupid ass outer space is involved, and in fact; this is a small tid bit of this fucking royal ass total mess. They all knew what words I was writing, since they have me in a key-worm virus Trojan System, or my PC; ‘whatever’ Congy old pal; and just that tiny bit about the family taking care of family bizz in the prior blog, was quite obviously what caused all that super ass hacking when I went up to try and post, you need not be privy to all the hellish details other than you know of course, that it did eventually make it up to the public world, whatever that really is. The real big deal folks is that fucking god dam song from 30 fucking years ago called, ”Girl, I’ll Tell You Anything”, along with all the shit with the Bonjovi peeps and the now defunct Avalon fucking Recording Studio, of Port Saint Lucie, Florida. I thought they had some integrity, and they proved to me, they are all simply just part of the Chuck Colson Nixon Hatchet Man Conspiracy of Doomed Sons of Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, AKA for a shorter abbreviated way of saying all of this, good folks; the CCNHMCDSGEMM SYNDROME.

Let us talk about this fucking ass syndrome just a tad little bit, OK folks??????????????????????????? None of you most likely realize that if you were to choose a random year and day or time in your own personal lives, and think long and hard about that particular item that may be standing out in your mind and memory system, that things both behind that time as well as ahead of that time, are why this precise thing AT THAT TIME, as Dawn-Marie King would put it so often and eloquently, ”IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is sort of like, for those musicians and or audiophiles out there in Cyber-Village; AKA the Interconnected Networking system of personal and all other non-personal computers; talking about frequency harmonics of all sounds. No sound is one exact pitch of a semitone, rather its main existence is at that precise note at maximum attack strength, but above as well as below that note’s octave, are slowly weakening decay points, sort of echo-away’s if you will let me make up and coin this term and phrase folks; and in all truth and honesty, your life through the magical illusion of fixed time points that connect into your brain’s memory system, work every bit as mysteriously as an isolated pitch of sound, or a note in the dozen semitone octave range. Many may be thinking, well I see plainly how this works in sound, but when you start saying that stuff that has not happened yet, is as influential; as stuff that led up to some particular thing, has equal importance and effect, that is saying an entirely different thing, and you would be totally incorrect, despite this appearing as quite the rational thought to indeed have in your mind. I know without a doubt, that all of the so-called things in my life that I could say outright, crissake, I could write a huge book just on this one thing; is only there because of all the things that both precede it, and also that follow after it. In truth, the scientists at top think tanks, can prove to you with major complex Quantum Mechanic equations, that my words are true, but you won’t ever bother to go and ask the Ivy League Science Departments to verify these words, and I already know that, Lenny McKinnon. Now there are folks who have a wide ranging field of theories and ideas, most to all of these are all doubting my rational sanity in the mix of it all; and they would not be all that wrong; but we’ll come back to this part. For now, forget the triangle of truth, that is undisputed among most top thinkers in present times, but is not publicly shared for so many obvious reasons; that the three points of this triangle are insanity, enlightenment, and genius. Discussing this triangle is a waste of time, as the vast majority really do not even begin to grasp what is all behind this wild statement, and that is just simple fact, and is not a cut on humankind, as these would be the lucky majority who go through life without ever having to bear this unfathomable cross and back monkey, or as the Marcucci Beatles put it so well on a late sixties album of theirs, ”to carry this weight for a long time”. Presently I am much more impressed with the late nineties artist who, as they obviously do from these lyrics, wish to see and meet our wonderful awesome LORDESS, AKA, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. But before I get off the beaten track here, let me continue on with the time of the Reagan Administration, the years that led me straight into a place I know as DOGTOWN, and you know as HELL. Yes, those dam twenty-five September days, do seem to connect; and I am doing this from memory. Oh well, an entire year without the CONTACT-DREAMS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

The ‘tin-foil-hatters’ from a year ago will be touched on now, and I wanted to let a year slide under the water-bridge, to let things sort of cool off; you know; like crooks hiding in a shack in the woods, after a gas station robbery; hoping the cops and the whole thing just blows over, and goes away; while they hide-out. Well, with me, I did nothing wrong; but still, that doesn’t change the rules that I tell about here, not one little tiny mother fucking bit, kind peeps. A few things were told to me by this mysterious man who I saw on two or three occasions after the time we talked at the Beach-Park up on Hutchinson Island. Then, poof, he was gone forever, like a distant happy memory, fading away with time. But I have not forgotten about something that was said to me, and I knew better than to talk about it for at least a year. You can learn things from crazy-people, and sane ones too, but my real point is that nothing is a waste, no experience, no discussion, ‘no nothing’, Diana. I will not tell much, but I will open for right now with this small tid bit. There are people all around the place who really truly, by your every day ordinary way of perceiving things, do in fact belong here; and then there are quite a lot who simply put; DO NOT.

Let me tell you about a trillionth of a percent of the possible things I could tell the world, on the subject of those who DO NOT BELONG HERE. This is why all of the unexplained things from the beginning of humankind on this planet; from the building of the pyramids in Egypt, to the so-called flying ships from supposedly, ”out there somewhere”; are and have been, and yes; will continue to be happening as they have always been happening, that exact pitch thing again, and the octave range above and below it or ahead and behind it, or ”whatever Congressman”. I have blogged onto the internet and called this project, MORIANITY, for nearly eight freaking years now. From the very beginning, I slowly led my viewers/readers, into the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY REALITY thing, never being one tiny bit freaking shy about it from the go-bat, season, or post-season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not shy now either, just quite a bit Paula King WAYV careful, as you need to be around this wild entity, old pal Regis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hang in there Huntington family, you dahlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! James Rockford knows what I am about to say here better than anyone, I’m quite positive. ”We can always get back to this”.

I have opened some Lakehouse door hinges, without any lovely purple-pink-white lightning flashes, or wild visitations from THAT-FAMILY from Russ Walkerville, © Office. Later, Mister Rockfish Deon Warwick, without getting all mysterious and psychic, I will take the doors completely off by the hinges, and hand them to the great Scylla, who as I speak-type, is trying to hack me here, 2008, not all over again, as folks, and spoken by the great white soul-man himself, Billy Harner; this never left, or really, to be accurate without directly quoting him, this never stopped. Also, that pitch deal again, we all know now, IT REALLY NEVER STARTED. Lots of people say to me, when will I just come out on a blog and line by line year by year, tell our history, and let the chips fall where they may. Well, you don’t know the great Sarah LORDESS, or how SHE RULES, you only heard a silly publicity stunt from atop the namenumber story of the building, a message meant only for me, and received only by me, proving as it should if anyone ever wishes to wake up and smell the rose-coffee, that she is indeed, who I say she is, and this is no balloon hoax. Still, I don’t dare sit down and write what some of you want me to write. My 23^rd granny got her head chopped off, and I was not planning to follow the family tradition, and yes, there is way more that could be said about this shit as well, good lovely folks. Now without going further on this blog, with any of this stuff, I’ll shift over a gear or two and without any loud sickie cycles or house shaking choppers above me on the fifth of October of half a dam ass decade ago at the Merv Griffin Trumped Marvelous Marhouse of 65-A Middle Road, in BluCran Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, and tell you some other stuff that pertains to this September, after which, maybe you can let me sleep for five and a half days and wake me up on the first, and enjoy the cool song also, since you all hate my music so much, and that is your privilege, BUT, my music is what this is all about, and even the mighty GAGA just told me before I started this blog, that indeed, lots of my shit is all about my music. David Charles Roth knew all this back in late 1985, and into the rest of the decade, right into the day on the fifth of freaking ass December when we drove for the first time, into Camden, New Jersey, to see the ADA Ron Wirtz and Donna Spinosi, at the Prosecutor’s Office.

I asked KITTY GAGA two questions, my magical huge black cat from the Astral-Plane, and this does deserve a MACY-WOW, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did I suffer this gargantuan computer hack attack on 24 September, 2013, producing BOTBAR TIMES 5 today?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW—PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-341.

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(FLORIDA STATE) (‘LOST LOVE’ SONG) SEVERAL OTHERS ARE ON MY ‘DO NOT PRINT, PRIVATE LIST’ FOLKS, SORRY.

Why did I have those two power-house ”DREAMS” as mortals think of this as, back in 1980; shortly after moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW—PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 121.

THESE FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-121:

(FLORIDA STATE LOTTERY) (APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN) (ROYAL FLUSH) (EMPIRE STATE BUILDING) (‘GLOOMY SUNDAY’ SONG) (DANCE MUSIC) (CHERRY HILL)

My luck test scores for the day of BOTBAR TIMES 5 were as follows: (-1) (-2) (-3). My luck test averaged scores for the previous three days: (-9) (-5) (+2). Despite a Botbar times 5, good folks, my average was +2 units better than the prior three day average of minus four, only being minus two. I do not always concern myself with actual scores, but rather when things are bottoming out and switching direction, verses being good or bad and let the change of direction be ignored or minimized. Experience has taught me to do the former and not the latter.

Well, in rapping up the bullshit for today, many super wild things are happening. The tin foil hatter and some of his pals, whether they be from here or where they all disappear into when properly medicated; all seem to agree on something real powerful that I’ll only dare to super compress and give a few sentences of attention to for right now, peeps. First, just when you think no one is indeed following your story or believes in your truths, you might be quite surprised to learn some real powerful stuff, but this is not the time. Also, there were reasons why Haddon Township High School did what they did to me, as well as others in the EXPLORATRONIC EDUCATIONAL CONTROL SYSTEM, and all of it needed to happen, otherwise, bad as shit is for me, things would be even worse. In closing this, try reading in-between the lines, good peeps. There really are some folks afraid to die out there without making restitution and coming clean. One tried to so it seems, and was murdered on the road trip down to Florida here to speak with me. Many others want to help me, but are scared of reprisal, and will swear to this in court, just not for about two years; why this amount of time, holy hell only knows, I am not creating this news, merely reporting it, from here to Toowhite Green-haven, Connecticut, Sir McCoy.

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This fucking compensates for fucking page eleven of mother fucking eleven, and all in-law slapping monsters and lovers of baseball. Still, once I prove another little biggie in court about using macro-vision-copy-guard illegally against public cable television viewers who pay royalties to the entertainment world in the price of all taping machines and all tapes, and were cheated out of being able to use their system on a large group of channels and areas over years of time, I intend to bring a class action suit against the entire ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BY EARLY IN 2014.

DOCTOR JACK THINKS A LOT OF MONEY IS IN THIS ONE PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN, SO DO NOT DO A HANIBAL LECHTER ON HIM PLEASE, THANKS OLD ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS ISMORIANITY,PART SIX,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS,TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.

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[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
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MORIANITY PART 6

8:07 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 27 SEPTEMBER, 2013

I’ll freaking super nut-shell it for you all, good folks out here, YO. I went down to talk to Debbie yesterday morning, and an extremely wild thing happened that I feel at the present time, a lot better and safer, to not talk about at all, just know please; talk about quintessential weird days or experiences, and leave things right there. I will only say that around the time that I returned upstairs to my apartment, add maybe a half hour, and a knock on the door came, and the repairman delivered and installed a brand new beauty queen of a unit. There is way more to this story, and I need to keep my whittle Herman Munster mouth, S—H—U—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

_{All that you need to know right now is that I was planning on being out of this area by midnight, 7+ hours ago, and what happened, altered my decision. Also, this illegal computer hack is getting worse and worse when I try to get up to either of my two blogging sites of BLOGGER or WORDPRESS. An official letter is going to be off in the mail later today when I drive over to see my pal Mikey, as planned, and more powerful strange stuff is involved with this too my friends and fiends out here, Icabod McNulty HAHAWHO? I have come to learn some powerful stuff so off the wall and so far out, it makes all of 2007-2010 seem like I was in a child playpen with five sleepy babies, and bored to tears, squared. Yes this letter is to the FBI and to the FCC, about this hacking, and since they do not want to answer my e-mail, I will write directly and get a return receipt that they did in fact receive my ”2-letters”, WOW, does it really get more ‘wowier’ than this if you were watching the TWILIGHT ZONE?????????????????????? If you keep reading, you will see the media hype of flooding in my area. We have had a little rain, that is all. How all of you out here buy into the EW and its crap, totally astounds little old me, good folks. I was told by the great SSJKK to apologize publicly for saying that stuff about no-god, before she saved me, literally, yesterday. This was no trip in the creek, Baptist Bruce from 1966, ouch, my arm, YO!!!!! Relax Keisha, that other ouch and Bobby’s other left; Steve Prefontaine. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}

Folks, a child can also see quite easily, that a lot of other stuff is happening, and has been, for 30-50 years, all around me, that the entire fucking CATHOLIC CHURCH CANNOT EXPLAIN. Now some in the secret-government think they know things. Well, they do in fact know some things. But it is quite comparable to a child learning how to read and write, and a little more in the first grade; maybe even learning the basic arithmetic tables, and a few basic facts about the world around him or her. But as they know a little more, they come to find out that there is so very much more yet to learn, and eventually will accept that they never will know it all. At best, they may come to the false conclusion that they do so, you know, become a ‘know-it-all’. One thing I have come to realize is that I have placed a little too much significance on middle 1986, as so far as my personal problems and woes. I need to back that up for the three years that all precede this one, and then, it becomes very obvious, just why 1986 all had to unfold and happen as it did. Exploratronics still is the explanation behind all things, and just because I am no great professor, and cannot make things real clear to all of you, does not make this an invalid truth by any means. The sixties and seventies were powerful times, and this has not been so much as surface scratched, but still and all, the years of 1980-1988 were in all reality, my most unfathomable and twisted outlandish period of time, and interestingly fucking enough peeps, this is the Ronald Reagan years. Now do I believe that this nation is run by the known-visible government? Sure I do, about as much as I believe I’ve got millions in the fucking bank. 550-550-550-550, yeah, I escaped DM King, but so what? December of 2009 only lasted for 31 days, and even after the death of the great Dawnie Terra TPB on 01-01-11; a beyond powerful numerical day for her death to fall on if I must say this myself folks; this is by no means the end of the relentless persecution of me by this family from the majestic stars. Well, if you’re out there, Mister Beach Vanisher of 1974, they’re starting to learn a little bit, table scraps perhaps, but it is some of what you had taught me on that wild summer day while I was rooming at Selena Dada’s house, on Stenton Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Just exactly why did you have my automobile destroyed on my way down to your fucked up first hotel in mid-town AC, CUZZ?????????????? I know you and that pal of McGuire’s are pretty tight, and did you ever think that he has motives for telling some real nasty ass shit about me? Does your mind reach that much around the curve, or as Miss AT&T Blake would say so well back in 1983, ”or naut”? Elv, if you’re still here; I want you to know that you are a lot better off without that miserable witch, Callio. As for other musical groups, MJ fell 7 brothers short of the cosmic story, but then maybe there are some wild family on-goings that make the known amount of sisters, appear somewhat fractional. In any event, and all joking aside, David Sleepdeath; the real true fact is that no one likes crackpots, and anyone who is not liked becomes a ‘crack-pot’ by the movers and shakers, AKA the WOMO. We’re the ones that know stuff about the magic bullets, the magic families, and a lot more, but slowly as the clock ticks onwards, stuff is coming out. Of course this will do no good. There is no god the way religious folks believe, there is no good force that is going to triumph over so-called evil, and there certainly is no way the little people will ever regain power over themselves and their once free world, ever again. Those in power sold us out long ago and know better than to make any prior mistakes over again. History used to repeat itself, but I have watched very carefully over the past 25 years, a brand new reality take this world over, bigger than any so-called fucking ass saucer invasion. This makes that look like kids stuff, whether you all choose to listen to me or not. But this is taking me further off my point and onto an unnecessary tangent, so let me get back onto the path again. Right now, more than any other wealthy powerful person alive, I know the one prick who has made it his business to do me in year in and year out, since 1984. This is because he knows who I truly am, who he truly is, and who (and we all know the unwritten line that cannot be safely spoken), SHE knows who she is, well, sort of. He has done all that he can, to bring our paths to cross over and over, for 30 years; and his agenda is simple. He plans to tell her that if she blesses him with total power to rule this world as he wishes so badly to do, that he will openly admit to what he has done to me, and even how my tape recorder, actually brought him into this reality, not the physical shell, remember peeps, think exploratronically, and not old world. Yes, jit bag, I know you and McGuire built those hyper cirkpumps, that have stopped my hurricanes dead for the past many years now. Bully for you. But remember how once you serve McGuire’s purpose, you are not only expendable, but he enjoys getting rid of any witnesses to this great family and its secrets; so as his other pal SHSH, who iced OZ-wald; you can always be next. Still, long before he would remove you to the land on the other side of the tape recorder, CUZZ; I can always release powerful stuff to the media, about how convinced you were that I had gone back into time, and brought my kid to your Plaza Hotel back in OH-MAROLA-9. No one wants crack-pots for president. They’ll put up with a crook, but not a crack pot; and I should know. This is what happened to me back as the nineteen-eighties began unfolding to unleash their ‘magic’. Yes I sort of fucked up in my explanation of my educator back in the springtime of 1969. What I meant to say and tell all of you, is that she was pronouncing years the way we all did from 2000-2010, you know, like, two thousand three, or two thousand seven, yet back in the fucking sixties, syfy writers always pronounced the post years of 2000 as twenty-oh-three or twenty-oh seven. She seemed to just know, like you knew other wild shit, right Beatles Cutshave Marcucci? Oh well, I guess I can always COUNT on him to be blunt and straight up, where as Marola, well; she would be classified in my books, as much more clever and stealthy. In any event, I do not plan on bringing the Christmas Angel up to January 1, 2013, either; Mister Cousin sir, but yes; if you are out here by way of some miracle, Jerry Heitzmann, old bud; the great Sarah Krassle is always among us, in one way, or another; with or without any of those terrific Swiffer mops, peeps.

WOW, we are back, and are in regular time again, Copyright Office, Jeese Louise, SURFER FONTY, let’s try and avoid the mighty and lovely Shannon Kickacar at the Genlow North Shore Inlet!!!!!!!

Now it is time to discuss the topic of quantum Mechanics, in so far as one particular item in this discipline, relates to my life in this HELL. For those who just need a small memory refresher, I had a guru named Meagan come over and help get my blog going again at BLOGGER, towards the end of the year 2011 after some wild hack closed down my original five blogs there, with some worm that said my password and other ID did not match up; and I was closed off from ever blogging from the original blogs there ever again. Now to this day, this is why I have come to show you that area on the old original BIO section that anyone can go up to and paste into a word document page, and I make the parts colorized, and enlarged, that say; ”MY BLOGS”, as this is the only way my readers of this blog, can ever gain access to them, not that many if any, ever bother. This was a death blow to my empire, and a real scoring power play for the EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE. Still, I am back on with a new blog, thanks to that girl guru, the daughter of a coworker at Harvest. But as to the subject of Quantum Mechanics and how observation effects many things that lie in a pathway in-between point-A’s and point-B’s, or in algebraic terms, coordinates, the A point being the abscissa and the B point being the ordinate; shortly into doing this second blog, unlike the first blog, that would only show a BIO section if a viewer clicked on it, and then showed ‘profile hits’, not page hits, just those who clicked to read the profile and see the photo of the blogger; this new blog shortly after it got going, began to display on the dashboard before I would be able to so much as paste in my blog and post it up, a viewing count of total page hits on the blog. I began watching it grow slowly over time, and after six months, it began doubling and doubling once again, as far as total page hits per week. It eventually topped out at 4000 page hits every 30 days, and this went on after that at this level, for quite a while, if forced to guess, I would say half a year, very close to six months, and then I had a decline, then a rebound, then another decline, and still, am in this second decline. Now for all I know, this count may be slower than when it had less views, such as the way Google does view counts on their other owned site of Youtube. It can also be a legitimate decline, and then as a third possibility, it could be anything in that large gray area we all share in life and call the ‘unknown’. But one thing I do know, is that I began to blog a bit differently, and tried seeing if my blogs if altered in this way or that way, here and there, would bring me maximum viewing audiences, and which blogs would drop these views, and then begin to if in no other way than subconsciously, adjust my writing style to produce what I believed I had tweaked in my mind to receive a maximum viewing audience. But doing this, defeats a lot of what needs to be done in these blogs; as these are not blogs, this is MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3, AND THIS IS DEAD SERIOUS SHIT; and I cannot be concerned whether I am getting one view a day, or 200. I must concern myself with doing what is right for MORIANITY, not for YOUALLANITY. This is not YOUALLANITY, this is fucking MORIANITY, and I don’t say this to be a ‘wise ass’, as the great Dawn-Marie King might accuse me of, if here; but I say this because it is simple truth. So what I’m going to do when I go up to post or view something, is cover the entire area of the left part of the screen where this view count would otherwise show. By ignoring it and doing what I need to do, it will be interesting to see in the future, if I ever get my views back into the so-far to date range maximum of around 130 views-per-day (VPD). And you know what, folks, if not, then so freaking be it. I am not here to win a popularity contest. I will listen to anyone who wants to comment about anything, if not stupid; but this project is what is needed here, not me getting popular, or dying; or any other gray area laying in-between. By stupid, I mean things like Ed Himacane put up just to screw with me back in oh-seven about never seeing so many misspelled words on a blog. Hay buttwipe, how about the message; this is not a college or a school. I’m trying to tell you all sumpen’ YO. Still, it is the readers who count, and they RULE. They have for the most part shown me, that they don’t want an ‘interactive relationship’ with me or my blog, so fine; that is entirely their right, and their own bees wax; and I hold no ill will at all for their right to feel that way. That is not part of the ‘stupid-ness’ I refer to, as I never- knock a person’s right to an opinion, even mine; to say that worrying about spelling on a blog, telling this much powerful stuff; is STUPID, ED, and besides; it is not me fucking shit up; it is these stupid mother fucking computers that cause all these HACKS, like ‘on an don an don’ stuff, or ‘wordsnotspacing’ even though you hit the SPACE BAR, or not Capitalizing no matter how you know you are hitting the fucking CAPS KEYDOWN; so don’t blame me folks, PLEASE, for all the fucking hacks. If I get the time, I try and proofread, but I’ll admit, I do not always do this, as I know that I’ll be re-posting a corrected version later. My scum bag nabes just now slammed their door across from me at 5 minutes shy of one AM, and also, I am getting a diarrhea attack; so let me go donate a pound of chocolate fucking pudding, to the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and I’ll be back soon, Arnie Muscleboy Exgov.

DO I THINK THAT LIFE IS FAIR OR HONEST????????????

NOT IN A MILLION FUCKING ASS YEARS!

DO I BELIEVE THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKING CROOKS AND PURE EVIL SCUM???????

YOU BETTER BET YOUR ASSHOLE I DO, WARD CLEAVER!

So folks, we have pretty much covered the opening now, of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, SHORTENED TO THE ‘ESS’. The ESS are categorized as the SERWA-GROUPS, standing for the SCIENTIST TYPE-3-E, EDUCATOR TYPE-3-E, RECORDER TYPE-3-E, WITNESS TYPE-3-E, and the ADJUSTER TYPE-3-E. Before we continue now with a tad bit more about the mighty BLUEBOOK NONCAR SECRETS (BNS) for a shortened abbreviation; not to be confused with NASCAR of course, good folks; let me show you HOW THIS EVIL EMPIRE IS REALLY GETTING ITS WAY, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU THAT IT WOULD, ALL DAM ALONG!!!

First off, Exploratrons can always without so much as breaking even a tiny sweat, gain access covertly and invisibly to any and all of our residences. Show me a small knat that will set off any motion detector or alarm system. It would shock me if Mister Snowden were to ever inform me that the 495 peeps even have a system that great, hay, maybe the fucking shit they do, who’s to fucking ever know? But I will tell you that the T-3-E-CLASS-5 or the Adjustatrons, are what you also may think of as ADVANCED ROBOTIC MICRO-ANDROID DESTRUCTATRONS, way smaller than any tiny little knat, and when something needs to be done invisibly that causes harm, this is where these mother fucking hyperspace enemies from the WOMO-MILITUFORCE all come into fucking ass play, dogs, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These fucking rotten destructatrons broke my air conditioner in a wild way, that no one seems to be able yet to get to the bottom of; and if I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE AS A RESULT, MY BLOGS WILL ACCUSE LEGALLY, VIA THIS LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION; ALL OF MY FUCKING EVIL MULTIVERSAL ENEMIES, FROM THE LAMBRIGG CULT, OF THE ASTRAL-REALMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These destructatrons can self adjust, and can join with many replications of themselves, using powerful subatomic yet unknown energies, that are similar to the way many forces move in and out of individual parts of hyperspace, such as the very quick moving gravitation forces, that move throughout the fifth dimension at speeds that make each universe only contain the necessary amounts, so that sentient life gets around to existing, through ultra complex cycles of nuclear to biological ratio cycles, that can only exist at about 2.7 degrees of kelvin temperature; and this can only come to be when gravitation inter-flows at perfect cycling subatomic formations. BANG BOOM, I WILL CALL FUCKING 911 IF THIS SHIT KEEPS UP, ASIT IS AFTER 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING, YOU DUOSH WAD SCUM BAG DOOR SLMAMMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In like manner, a connective force can make these microscopic perfectly designed subatomic machines grow into what we perceive now as biological germs and viruses that invade bodies and kill and sicken all of us. None of this should happen, and it is being caused by Destructatron-Adjustor TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. All this shit is somewhere in the great BLUEBOOK, all nicely neatly tucked and locked away. You don’t dare share this shit with the world. It is bad enough when a sike case who is certified, does all this on the internet; but if it came from the White House OFFICIALLY LATER TODAY; then the world would turn into total fucking chaos in minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, I will be telling some stuff that is pretty out-there, even for the ‘Mountainpen’. If this is not a time where you’re in the mood for this; even though it will be a clean blog, with no dirty cussing, or fowl suggestive filth of any kind; it may indeed be the time to click that ”NEXT-BLOG” button at the top of my blog, and come back here when you have a stronger constitution and stomach. YES PEEPS, HERE WE GO AGAIN, ALL OLD KIDS, AND ALL NEW KIDS, IN ANY TOWN IN CLUELESS KIM WILD AMERICA OF THE EARLY EIGHTIES, OR RIGHT NOW, OR EVER!!!!!!

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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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Goyim in the AM

“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

King Daevid MacKenzie

…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

Listener Therese

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

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

Steve PMX

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

bartelby

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

Chris Arter

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

maledoro

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

Fairlight

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

Ghostlight

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

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

Goyim in the AM

https://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

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

Tony NYC

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

Razzy McThaxton

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.

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

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MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 8 CRIMINALS RULE THE FUCKING WORLD, FOLKS AND FIBBIES

September 26, 2013

MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 8

6:51 POST MERIDIAN, 26 SEPTEMBER, 2013

Personal magnetics (luck) call it what you wish; is at a crossroads, and can either way. When this happens, 90 plus percent of the time, it takes a downward turn, WEIN?

Mikey is having a lot of personal problems lately, money being among the greatest; again; same-old-same-old, what else is new (SOSO-WEIN)??????????????????????????????

It began to drizzle and then pour rain twice this afternoon here in Fort Pierce, Florida; with short duration downpours followed by sky clearings for the most part, then a return to the first cycle again. As this entire weather system began to form and rhythm out, there was a sudden very close lightning flash, the only one of the storm, but it was right outside of my window. Ever since 1979 at 112 East Fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I noticed that many many many many times, there would be storms containing just one lightning flash, right outside my window, and that was it. This is nothing other than my beautiful blond Astral Plane teen goddess, Diana Arteemis, letting me know she is always there close to me, and carefully watching over me, as best as she is able to do. Mortals in charge of this planet are jealous of me and hate me because I am in so tight with this wonderful gorgeous goddess. It goes way deeper than where I originally thought things started on a human plane, in the mortal world year of 1983, in Atco, New Jersey. All you need to know for right now, is that all the things discussed on all my blogs, tie together, and although may appear to be incredibly out of time-order, they are in perfect cosmic order, done with a commingled intelligence that goes far beyond my single ability to pen the blogs of mountainpen and Morianity. I was not aware of that when this project began in early 2006 on the internet, but I am super aware of this now. What I experienced on long Island in 1972, mistakenly thinking it was three years later when I told the story first on these blogs, roughly five years ago around this time of the year; is all a part of why I am saying this to you all right now.

As for what I said on my previous blog, kind ladies and gentlemen; and whomever; regarding my health being continuously and relentlessly messed with by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, I plan to show you just how shit is being done, and was done right around the time this little storm was all going on, in-between the two pouring rains that were both quick and heavy. During the clearing, the clouds were white instead of dark various shades of gray and black, and suddenly out of a bunch of them, was a wide dispersing chemtrail, out to my north. I had awakened early this afternoon with no cough, no breathing disorders whatsoever, no chest heaviness or wheezing, and then I saw this outside of my window, and watched it over ten minutes slowly totally vanish into thin air. I waited to see if I would begin to get any symptoms of the past week or so, begin again today, but nothing, I felt totally perfect. Then twenty minutes or perhaps a little bit longer down the road, poof, I instantly started to cough and wheeze as I breathed, and also, began experiencing stomach and intestinal cramping, despite dropping a nice healthy turd when I first got up out of bed. I began to realize that this had come from my south and blew north to where it was, and it took a short time for this jet fuel poison to slowly drop down from the frozen air, to the area surrounding myself and my residence PHA building at 601 Avenue-B. The only real confirmation and proof would be if I would go up to my Weather-Bug-APP on my computer, and take a look at the wind direction arrow, and wind speed, and do the necessary calculations. Sure enough, this evil vile vicious mother fucking MILITUFORCE had illegally injured me and made my very ill, AGAIN. The wind direction and wind speed totally verified that this jet fuel was dumped and dropped over me directly and the time it fell and I began breathing it in, was exactly when I went from feeling mother fucking totally fine and well, to feeling ALL FUCKED UP ALL OVER AGAIN.My great pal, the former PRINCE-ARTIST, knows that this is all real, and even knows that these fuels effect both physical as well as mental disorders, and I will now go on to tell you about it, then go up to the YOUTUBE yourselves, and begin clicking into videos such as PRINCE TALKS TO CNN ABOUT CHEMTRAILS

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MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 7

September 25, 2013

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 7

5:43 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 25 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY

A MOTHER FUCKING RETARD on slow pills, can see right through all of this, if that is of course, they ever really want to. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE has made me quite ill, with a super wheeze and cough from poison material attacks that need not be talked about in any detail. They had been been hurting me for some time, as they normally do more in summer months than in winter months, and when the heat problem kicked in on top of it, which was quite obviously all part of the pre-planned goal and motive of these sick vile satanic enemies from the other side of the gates of hell; tis all compounded, and now I am feeling bad enough where ki may soon go to the doctor ahead of schedule. Details of this need not be spoken of, as it is all as some know, all part of a sinister plot from beyond this world, to do me in, but also, to do other things so huge, that even em-twelve would never believe it all or understand it all, even though they all think they have got is so figured out and in their little fucking circle, under their total control. This time period’s powers are merely a part of the club, or the ESS, and hence the em-12 is just a small tiny dot in an ocean sized circle maze, controlled, organized, ruled and owned, by this ESS, again this stands for in MORIANITY, irrespective of what name they may give to themselves that is presently super classified of course, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But way more than stupid ass outer space is involved, and in fact; this is a small tid bit of this fucking royal ass total mess. They all knew what words I was writing, since they have me in a key-worm virus Trojan System, or my PC; ‘whatever’ Congy old pal; and just that tiny bit about the family taking care of family bizz in the prior blog, was quite obviously what caused all that super ass hacking when I went up to try and post, you need not be privy to all the hellish details other than you know of course, that it did eventually make it up to the public world, whatever that really is. The real big deal folks is that fucking god dam song from 30 fucking years ago called, ”Girl, I’ll Tell You Anything”, along with all the shit with the Bonjovi peeps and the now defunct Avalon fucking Recording studio of Port Saint Lucie, Florida. I thought they had some integrity, and they proved to me, they are all simply just part of the Chuck Colson Nixon Hatchet Man Conspiracy of Doomed Sons of Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, AKA for a shorter abbreviated way of saying all of this, good folks; the CCNHMCDSGEMM SYNDROME.

Let us talk about this fucking ass syndrome just a tad little bit, OK folks??????????????????????????? None of you most likely realize that if you were to choose a random year and day or time in your own personal lives, and think long and hard about that particular item that may be standing out in your mind and memory system, that things both behind that time as well as ahead of that time, are why this precise thing AT THAT TIME, as Dawn-Marie King would put it so often and eloquently, ”IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is sort of like, for those musicians and or audiophiles out there in Cyber-Village; AKA the Interconnected Networking system of personal and all other non-personal computers; talking about frequency harmonics of all sounds. No sound is one exact pitch of a semitone, rather its main existence is at that precise note at maximum attack strength, but above as well as below that note’s octave, are slowly weakening decay points, sort of echo-away’s if you will let me make up and coin this term and phrase folks; and in all truth and honesty, your life through the magical illusion of fixed time points that connect into your brain’s memory system, work every bit as mysteriously as an isolated pitch of sound, or a note in the dozen semitone octave range. Many may be thinking, well I see plainly how this works in sound, but when you start saying that stuff that has not happened yet, is as influential; as stuff that led up to some particular thing, has equal importance and effect, that is saying an entirely different thing, and you would be totally incorrect, despite this appearing as quite the rational thought to indeed have in your mind. I know without a doubt, that all of the so-called things in my life that I could say outright, crissake, I could write a huge book just on this one thing; is only there because of all the things that both precede it, and also that follow after it. In truth, the scientists at top think tanks, can prove to you with major complex Quantum Mechanic equations, that my words are true, nut you won’t ever bother to go and ask the Ivy League Science Departments to verify these words, and I already know that, Lenny McKinnon. Now there are folks who have a wide ranging field of theories and ideas, most to all of these are all doubting my rational sanity in the mix of it all; and they would not be all that wrong; but we’ll come back to this part. For now, forget the triangle of truth, that is undisputed among most top thinkers in present times, but is not publicly shared for so many obvious reasons; that the three points of this triangle are insanity, enlightenment, and genius. Discussing this triangle is a waste of time, as the vast majority really do not even begin to grasp what is all behind this wild statement, and that is just simple fact, and is not a cut on humankind, as these would be the lucky majority who go through life without ever having to bear this unfathomable cross and back monkey, or as the Marcucci Beatles put it so well on a late sixties album of theirs, ”to carry this weight for a long time”. Presently I am much more impressed with the late nineties artist who, as they obviously do from these lyrics, wish to see and meet our wonderful awesome LORDESS, AKA, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. But before I get off the beaten track here, let me continue on with the time of the Reagan Administration, the years that led me straight into a place I know as DOGTOWN, and you know as HELL. Yes, those dam twenty-five September days, do seem to connect; and I am doing this from memory. Oh well, an entire year without the CONTACT-DREAMS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Let me tell you about a trillionth of a percent of the possible things I could tell the world, on the subject of those who DO NOT BELONG HERE. This is why all of the unexplained things from the beginning of
humankind on this planet; from the building of the pyramids in Egypt, to the so-called flying ships from supposedly, ”out there somewhere”; are and have been, and yes; will continue to be happening as they have always been happening, that exact pitch thing again, and the octave range above and below it or ahead and behind it, or ”whatever Congressman”. I have blogged onto the internet and called this project, MORIANITY, for nearly eight freaking years now. From the very beginning, I slowly led my viewers/readers, into the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY REALITY thing, never being one tiny bit freaking shy about it from the go-bat, season, or post-season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not shy now either, just quite a bit Paula King WAYV careful, as you need to be around this wild entity, old pal Regis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hang there Huntington family, you dahlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! James Rockford knows what I am about to say here better than anyone, I’m quite positive. ”We can always get back to this”.

I have opened some Lakehouse door hinges, without any lovely purple-pink-white lightning flashes, or wild visitations from THAT-FAMILY from Russ Walkerville, © Office. Later, Mister Rockfish Deon Warwick, without getting all mysterious and psychic, I will take the doors completely off by the hinges, and hand them to the great Scylla, who as I speak-type, is trying to hack me here, 2008, not all over again, as folks, and spoken by the great white soul-man himself, Billy Harner; this never left, or really, to be accurate without directly quoting him, this never stopped. Also, that pitch deal again, we all know now, IT REALLY NEVER STARTED. Lots of people say to me, when will I just come out on a blog and line by line year by year, tell our history, and let the chips fall where they may. Well, you don’t know the great Sarah LORDESS, or how SHE RULES, you only heard a silly publicity stunt from atop the namenumber story of the building, a message meant only for me, and received only by me, proving as it should if anyone ever wishes to wake up and smell the rose-coffee, that she is indeed, who I say she is, and this is no balloon hoax. Still, I don’t dare sit down and write what some of you want me to write. My 23^rd granny got her head chopped off, and I was not planning to follow the family tradition, and yes, there is way more that could be said about this shit as well, good lovely folks. Now without going further on this blog, with any of this stuff, I’ll shift over a gear or two and without any loud sickie cycles or house shaking choppers above me on the fifth of October of half a dam ass decade ago at the Merv Griffin Trumped Marvelous Marhouse of 65-a Middle road in BluCran Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, and tell you some other stuff that pertains to this September, after which, maybe you can let me sleep for five and a half days and wake me up on the first, and enjoy the cool song also, since you all hate my music so much, and that is your privilege, BUT, my music is what this is all about, and even the mighty GAGA just told me before I started this blog, that indeed, lots of my shit is all about my music. David Charles Roth knew all this back in late 1985, and into the rest of the decade, right into the day on the fifth of freaking ass December when we drove for the first time, into Camden, New Jersey, to see the ADA Ron Wirtz and Donna Spinosi, at the Prosecutor’s Office.

I asked KITTY GAGA two questions, my magical huge black cat from the Astral-Plane, and this does deserve a MACY-WOW, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did I suffer this gargantuan computer hack attack on 24 September, 2013, producing BOTBAR TIMES 5 today?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW—PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-341.

THESE FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-341:

(FLORIDA STATE) (‘LOST LOVE’ SONG) SEVERAL OTHERS ARE ON MY ‘DO NOT PRINT, PRIVATE LIST’ FOLKS, SORRY.

Why did I have those two power-house ”DREAMS” as mortals think of this as, back in 1980; shortly after moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW—PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 121.

THESE FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-121:

(FLORIDA STATE LOTTERY) (APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN) (ROYAL FLUSH) (EMPIRE STATE BUILDING) (‘GLOOMY SUNDAY’ SONG) (DANCE MUSIC) (CHERRY HILL)

My luck test scores for the day of BOTBAR TIMES 5 were as follows: (-1) (-2) (-3). My luck test averaged scores for the previous three days: (-9) (-5) (+2). Despite a Botbar times 5, good folks, my average was +2 units better than the prior three day average of minus four, only being minus two. I do not always concern myself with actual scores, but rather tings are bottoming out and switching direction, verses being good or bad and let the change of direction be ignored or minimized. Experience has taught me to do the former and not the latter.

Well, in rapping up the bullshit for today, many super wild things are happening. The tin foil hatter and some of his pals, whether they be from here or where they all disappear into when properly medicated; all seem to agree on something real powerful that I’ll only dare to super compress and give a few sentences of attention to for right now, peeps. First, just when you think no one is indeed following your story or believes in your truths, you might be quite surprised to learn some real powerful stuff, but this is not the time. Also, there were reasons why Haddon Township high school did what they did to me, as well as others in the EXPLORATRONIC EDUCATIONAL CONTROL SYSTEM, and all of it needed to happen,otherwise, bad as shit is for me, things would be even worse. In closing this, try reading in-between the lines, good peeps. There really are some folks afraid to die out there without making restitution and coming clean. One tried to so it seems, and was murdered on the road trip down to Florida here to speak with me. Many others want to help me, but are scared of reprisal, and will swear to this in court, just not for about two years, syy this amount of time, holy hell only knows, I am not creating this news, merely reporting it, from here to Toowhite Green-haven, Connecticut, Sir McCoy.

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[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What’s wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	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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MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 7

7:49 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 25 SEPTEMBER, 2013

WOW, we are back, and are in regular time again, Copyright Office, Jeese Louise, SURFER FONTY, let’s try and avoid the mighty and lovely Shannon Kickacar at the Genlow North shore Inlet!!!!!!!

DO I THINK THAT LIFE IS FAIR OR HONEST????????????

NOT IN A MILLION FUCKING ASS YEARS!

DO I BELIEVE THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKING CROOKS AND PURE EVIL SCUM???????

YOU BETTER BET YOUR ASSHOLE I DO, WARD CLEAVER!

MORIANITY,PART SIX,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS,TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERYNICEDAY, AS YOU CONTINUE TO READCHAPTER NUMBER 7, OF THE BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MR. MIKE MCNULTY!

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September 24, 2013

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 6

7:07 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 24 SEPTEMBER, 2013

I’ll freaking super nut-shell it for you all, good folks out here, YO. I went down to talk to Debbie yesterday morning, and am extremely wild thing happened that I feel at the present time, a lot better and safer, to not talk about at all, just know please; talk about quintessential weird days or experiences, and leave things right there. I will only say that around the time that I returned upstairs to my apartment, add maybe a half hour, and a knock on the door came, and the repairman delivered and installed a brand new beauty queen of a unit. There is way more to this story, and I need to keep my whittle Herman Munster mouth, S—H—U—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All that you need to know right now is that I was planning on being out of this area by midnight, 7+ hours ago, and what happened, altered my decision. Also, this illegal computer hack is getting worse and worse when I try to get up to either of my two blogging sites of BLOGGER or WORDPRESS. And official letter is going to be off in the mail later today when I drive over to see my pal Mikey, as planned, and more powerful strange stuff is involved with this too my friends and fiends out here, Icabod McNulty HAHAWHO? I have come to learn some powerful stuff so off the wall and so far out, it makes all of 2007-2010 seem like I was in a child playpen with five sleepy babies, and bored to tears, squared. Yes this letter is to the FBI and to the FCC, about this hacking, and since they do not want to answer my e-mail, I will write directly and get a return receipt that they did in fact receive my ”2-letters”, WOW, does it really get more ‘wowier’ than this if you were watching the TWILIGHT ZONE?????????????????????? If you keep reading, you will see the media hype of flooding in my area. We have had a little rain, that is all. How all of you out here buy into the EW and its crap, totally astounds little old me, good folks. I was told by the great SSJKK to apologize publicly for saying that stuff about no-god, before she saved me, literally, yesterday. This was no trip in the creek, Baptist Bruce from 1966, ouch, my arm, YO!!!!! Relax Keisha, that other ouch and Bobby’s other left; Steve Prefontaine. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BYE-BYE KALI.

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September 19, 2013

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11:05 POST MERIDIAN, 18 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY

Folks, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF YOU, and you as well lovely GIANT GINA, THE STOCK FUCKING MARKETWILL ENDLESSLY FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP. The point here, is not that I am some mother fucking cunt lapping super prophet. Instead however, my pernt, Mister Archibald Freaking Bunker, is simply and quickly this. Some wild thing began when I went to sleep on the night of the fifteenth of mother fucking August in 1986, and some of you reading this, know what happened to me, or know about as much as I know that is, whatever can be really known about these super fucking black-arts related events. So for those that know, then you god dam know. Hurray for you. For those that don’t know, I will make this shorter than a midget’s wart on his prick. I went to sleep. I ended up spending 153 days and nights in some other part of hyperspace, in a condition like none other ever experienced by me, something so wild, the Star Trek creators, Rotten Berry and his writer peeps, copy-mimicked my experience on their ‘TNG’ episode, about the Russican Planet, and the probe that hit Captain Picard, on the bridge of his Starship Enterprise. I don’t know what Hollywood and the entire EW (Entertainment World) would do without me all these years other than go broke and bankrupt, but I do know I have yet to be given one tiny ounce of credit for anything, yet they know they have stolen my entire life 1,000 times over; making around a trillion dollars by now, or dam near; I’m quite mother fucking sure. If you were to take ten of the most powerful owners, movers, shakers, call them anything you like, place them without notice and against their will, in a police room and be compelled to do a lie detector test about all of this, with the best state certified technician in the polygraph field, THEY WOULD STAND A CHINAMAN’S CHANCE IN AN OCEAN FILLED WITH SOGGY RICE, TO STAY AFLOAT AND STANDING, AND GET A PASSING TEST RESULT IF THEY DID NOT ADMIT TO WHAT I HAVE ACCUSED THIS INDUSTRY OF ON THIS AND MANY OTHER BLOGS. I am fully ready to go to court right now and any time, if they wish to ever pursue charges against me for libel, perjury, slander, or character defamation. But in keeping my little dream-trip short as promised, my book called, ”The Permission Barrier”, written in 1994 and copyrighted on Halloween Day of that same year, tells quite a bit of the true story, although supposedly written as fiction, and the great and mighty United States Copyright Office has the copy of 24 C-90 cassette tapes, upon which this book was dictated onto by me. When I ‘awoke’ from this experience, my life was never the same as it used to be, and this is not poetic license, this is me telling the mother fucking truth about something a lot bigger than all the so-called other balloon-hoaxes out there regarding aliens and flying air vessels not belonging to the world, and on and on. Exactly how the wild experience that took place, began the life that I have been living in ever since making this trip and returning back here, supposedly the next day; is as mysterious as how the pyramids were built, let alone the multiverse, or better, why the void infinity is real and why we are all this void infinity with no chance to ever ”escape” as Scylla puts it so well in one of her many trillions of marvelous non Griffin-Pipe songs of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, with or without any assistance or gate closings, from the great and infamous Sarah-Martinez Callio!

Yes folks, this fucking evil cheated crooked STOCK MARKET did not get this way all by its little lonesome fucking ass self, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done by persecuting the living fucking shit out of poor pathetic me, day after day, week after week, month after month, and so on, Bob Barker, and Drew Carey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

THIS ISMORIANITY,PART SIX,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS,TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.

YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READCHAPTER 3.WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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SUP MISTER MACY, YO?????????????????????????

UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP, JUST AS I SAID ALL ALONG!!!

WE SURE AS SHIT AIN’T FUCKING TALKIN’ ABOUT THE SURF, ALTHOUGH MAYBE WE SHOULD BE, MISTER DOW CROOKED JONES!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY SIR, FROM 1971.

Some questions are meant to remain unanswerable, such as this one.

So which is higher, the market or the WAYV’s??????????

Now what is wrong with my air conditioning unit? Well, a child can see that it is being fucked with, so that the DOW JONES CAN FLY; AND THIS IS WHAT IT HAS DONE SINCE THEY FUCKING BROKE IT, UP TO ALL TIME MOTHER FUCKING RECORD HIGHS. PROPERTY DAMAGE ALWAYS CAUSES THIS; JUST AS I HAVE TOLD YOU ALL RIGHT FUCKING ALONG, MAKING NO COCK SUCKING BONES ABOUT ANY OF THIS NASTY ASS FUCKING BUSINESS, YO!!!

MORIANITY,PART SIX,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS,TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERYNICEDAY, AS YOU CONTINUE TO READCHAPTER NUMBER3, OF THE BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MR. MIKE MCNULTY!

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TIME TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!

HE KNEW IT IN 1965, AND IN 1986; HUH SAL?

”MISS WESCOTT, MY FATHER’S TEASING ME”.

GOOD OLD BUDDY, SALVADORE VENTURA, TAP TAP TAP TAP!!

SIDNEY AND ALL COHENS, THANK YOU, AND I THANK YOU, TRAVELER!!!!

Now that I have totally caught my breath from being the biggest windbag of the blog-world, and watching so much stair-chase activity in Suffolk County, New York, in the early seventies; through some wild type of unknown psychic activities that resonate throughout this mighty TAWF family; WHSEEEEEEUU, let us tell these three things, and be done with it, bing, bong, bang, boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Diana has been so wonderful to me, ”LIGHTNING”. Thank you so much, baby-blond. You have come around me making beautiful designs and colors every day and every night for so long now. SOMEHOW YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU SO VERY MUCH, LOVELY BLOND TEEN!!!

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This will clearly and unmistakably show, how my enemy, has used parallel event technology on me; to endlessly force these markets to race up; and they have destroyed my entire life. The most recent attack was August 28 of this year. Clicking above, shows this clearly, and beyond any doubt!!!

MORIANITY IS DOING ITS VERY FUCKING BEST, with all of this right here, you know, doing THE ADULT VERSION of the BOOK OF BEACH, right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not perfect Bruce Allen Pennock, I’m only human, old buddy. I’ll never tell you, you’re a big dude without a real head swell, YO!!!!!

Folks, I will tell you a few other little things, and then if I have to fucking dial 911, I will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All my life this HUNTINGTON CURSE HAS PERSECUTED AND FOLLOWED ME, AND ESPECIALLY EVER SINCE JIM JERK OFF BURR TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THERE. It was as though he had flicked a mother fucking magical Harry Potter switch, and just by telling me this was all around me, even if it wasn’t, suddenly it was. Is this more fucking Quantum Dynamics, good folks, and is this also why I have never had a relationship with a woman in the physical world, and why I am barely able to survive after the death of my mother, just as fucking predicted by this all seemingly fucking mighty JAMES T. BURR, of Gloucester, New Jersey; with or without all of the sharks around my late Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald? Is this also why this force from ”wherever it really is from, or when”, is all around me; and always has been; but this is not the first time it has been 2013 for me, and last time it was fucking 1969, was anything but the first time for me, that it was 1969.I have been looping around in this fucked up unfathomable nightmare life; and the reasons have to do with thiswashcloth family, again, as Jim Burr already seemed to know all about back early in the dam seventies; but nothing is as simple as 1-2-3, good folks. Diana Ross said it better than anyone else in the world, some time ago, while hanging up a telephone, *** N OT HI N G.***

Now good folks, here is the situation for all of you, as well as the great famous INSPECTOR LOUIGEE KENT HENDERSON:

Oh yes the T-3-E-ADJUSTATRONS that do not mutate and commingle all together, do lots of other nice little nasty ass fucking shit, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain. Those that do not invade physical bodies of animals or humans; invade machines and all sorts of items from furniture and houses and cars, and you fucking just go and name it; and we all call this ‘normal and natural decay’ and ‘aging processes’, or ‘wear and tear’, along with so many nice little other things not understood in the least, back in these cave ages, where my wonderful awesome daughter, in so many areas of hyperspace, loves to call me an old dinosaur, for not using cellphones, nor doing all the other ninny stupid shit, like texting and driving, and killing people; WEEEEEEE-NA WELLS, YO, BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think a MacyWOW is in order here too folks, don’t you??????????? LIKE DUH!!

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Did I forget to add in airplanes, and air conditioning units, surfer Fonty, my old pal? Jeese-Louise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aniwho Flo, and Poolbox, and all others, YO; here is a real powerful secret that will go over your heads, because you don’t want to make the leap on so many things, just like with 1997, and my old pal Dave Roth, in the Pine Forests of New Jersey, late in July, on those outlandishly cold early mornings up at the Highpoint Military Games Installation area, of Warren Grove, and Lucille’s Fudge, huh Kenny?????

Folks, these TYPE-3-E-Adjustatrons of the ESS Collective, have a powerful yet unknown to this world side effect, to all of these main effects that this blog has so far discussed today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They ”MAGICALLY” CREATE WHAT MORTALS NAME AS,

B-A-D—————-L-U-C-K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET ME EXPLAIN THIS, AND THEN THIS BLOG WILL END!!!

Adjusters use a technology that is not all that different from the late 22 hundreds World Laboratories, and their DDLTT, spelled out, DISTANCE DELAY LASER TRACE TECHNOLOGY.

EXPLORATRON-ADJUSTERS OR CLASS-5 OF THESE TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, DO MANY THINGS; AND ALL OF THE CLASSIFICATIONS ALL PUT TOGETHER, EXPLAIN AWAY EVERY UNKNOWN, EVERY RELIGIOUS MIRACLE, EVERY UNKNOWN OR UNSOLVED MYSTERY; AND YOU NAME IT. This in way too complicated a way, takes what normally would automatically cause more of an agreement with your own individual self entity that you are, and the outside external cosmos around you, despite it all projecting out of you from your inner most beingness to start with; and what it does in a super compressed fucking nutshell folks; is literally take time’s reflection, that causes this projection of you out to cosmos; and then it literally interrupts that A/B coordinate system between point-A-you and point-B-your outward projection, and puts a sort of a ‘A and a half’ in-between; and then places a sort of cosmic dial onto it, and then takes what normally without that dial, resets and readjusts itself to a cosmic 45-55 percentage, as far as your normal agreement with cosmos (luck) for another way of saying all this a million times simpler; and it dials it much lower down, over and over and over fucking again. Sounds way out there, huh? Well all that I ever hope my readers will do with all of my seemingly beyond bizarre words, is to think of it suddenly being 3 or 4 centuries ago in time, and you are there, with all your friends. Now, think, don’t just be fucking stupid assholes;think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just what would you all do. If you think you’re going to change people, and make them see all your wild future stuff; you’re way more nuts than I’ll ever fucking ass be. They’ll find you all hanging from trees, with the word ‘WITCH’ burned into what used to be your eyeballs. That’s what will happen. Wake up folks, and start to smell the mother fucking stench in your kitchens. The coffee has long mother fucking boiled over; and you might need it, to run up those stairs, and away from the WOMO; or just in some cases, the MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W!

MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 2

3:27 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 18 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY

At half past three this morning, I sit here in a hot apartment. My air conditioning WENT OUT ON ME A-G-A-I-N, late Monday afternoon, and I began noticing this after the evening ”wore on”, ‘James Harvey Pookah Stuart’. Someone again will be over here today or Thursday. They thought it needed a shot of the Freon-Gas, but that was not the problem, as it is doing the same thing as before, totally not working, leaving me hot, angry, and ready to murder somebody, as I know this was done to me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, and you just call me ‘paranoid-Joe’ all you want to, as I know the emmereffing truth, I should, I’ve lived with it long enough, Petofi, Quentin, and Barney from 1969!!! If this was Jersey, early in the morning on the eighteenth of the ninth month, it would be real cool outside and with the windows open, I would be cool and comfortable, but it is not, it is hot Fort Pierce, Florida. This computer is on its last legs, and I do not plan to replace it, when it goes, it fucking goes; Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors. I am all through playing the games of the gods, and the exploratrons which if ‘Type-3’ in nature, is sort of saying just about the same thing; because once you learn how to do just the few things, that I’ve mentioned in my Blogs Of Mountainpen, or ‘BOM’, for a short yet ‘explosive’ truth that has the capacity to change the way life on this world is lived forever, if properly allowed to come into the limelight someday, you will arrive at your own powerful conclusion staring you smack dab right in your face; that you can go all over the ‘multiverse’, (anywhere in hyperspace’s virtually limitless parallel realities); and do practically anything you wish, while simultaneously seeing as clear as day, that so can all these other T-3-E entities, come here, and do the very same thing. This when understood, explains any and every single thing that now is considered unexplainable and utterly mysterious, and continually debated without conclusion on all of the educational television shows and documentaries.

Now yesterday, September the fucking seventeenth, was a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY for me, and this if anything is a total under-exaggeration. I normally begin my day when I go to sleep, as far as rating it for purposes of making, keeping, analyzing, and formulating, my personal ‘life charts’, as I called them when I started these things once before, back in the summer time in the year of 1982, while working for Bernie Derakowski in building maintenance during the week, and as a security officer at the Camden, New Jersey licorice plant, called Mac Andrews & Forbes, on the weekends, shortly before losing both of these positions, via the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, only back then, I was not able to consciously bring that knowledge into the forefront of my human beingness as the person I exist as physically right now, Mark Wayne Mohr. Life gets so much easier for us all after we’re dead, the little us in our current dreams that is, not the bigger us who we really always simply are, totally separate and outside of any concept of a time reality, or a time dimension if you will.

Folks, I asked GAGA KITTY, or the GAWNUM, invented on the Astral-phase-2-reality by this wild entity, an ancient panther who is a well known and loved professor at a mystery school called the Teck-Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia; many things; and I will give you all his answer responses, later on in this very blog. Two powerful beyond words things needs to be said here first, before I do this. The first was talked about just a tiny bit at the early stages of these blogs. The first of these things was called, back in early 1966, in Princeton, New Jersey, ”The Friday Night Secret”, involving something told to a boy by the name of Peter Hurley, by a close relative, if I am not mistaken, to a famous science colleague of Albert Einstein, Doctor Jessup. Wilson Jessup, another boy, along with Peter and myself; always wanted to be called ”Doctor”, something most eleven year old boys are not going around, seriously wishing to be called by their friends, but then, we are, or have been for some time now folks, talking about doppelgangers, exploratrons, sleep and dream control, and hyperspace travelers. The fourth boy in this odd-club, was a youth by the name of Mark Minor. I met his doppelganger in a parallel universe, years after our last encounter in June of 1966, way up somewhere early in 2009, 43 years later. Three and four are the two most powerful digits of the Almighty Goddess, and whether a wild connection exists here with that; is anyone’s best guess. Still, Mark Minor went around singing a song that the Beach Boys, the famous rock band of the times back then, came out with in the year 1975 while I was residing in 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, and having the telephone number of 609-783-4020. This is where I had my first experience of dying and not dying, just as was told to my two pals at Haddonwood Health Club up in 1995, 20 years later. But all maintenance men with moonlights and other horrible hells from this era in time all notwithstanding folks, let me keep trudging along here in and through this cosmic snow drift.

The FRIDAY NIGHT SECRET, one boy telling something to another boy, all innocent enough, in most cases, how serious could a little secret between a nine year old and an eleven year be, and was it all about me? Well, I hate to keep dragging the British Petroleum folks through the oily mud here, but feel as if I have little choice here. It fits too well not to, so here goes; ”YOU CAN BET YOUR BIPPIE ON IT”.

Years before the recent oil spill, or even the Exxon Valdez disaster late in the eighties; there was a time when the great British Petroleum was like Prudential here in America. You know, the thing about being rock solid or trust-worthy, unlike the majority of pop up offers and hacks on computers. This is where before it shortened to betting your ‘bippie’, it really meant that you can be so sure of something or other, that you can even bet the great and mighty BRITISH PETROLEUM on it. Hay as Paul Evans Pedersen said to me so often, ”Mark, shit happens”. I am not here to knock Exxon or BP, merely telling you how things were once back in the frikkin’ nineteen-sixties, YO. But we don’t have to venture anywhere near that far backward through time folks, as on the afternoon and evening of just this past frikkin’ Monday, came a horrible assault on me. It most definitely IMHO, does tie right into the great 1966 Wilson Jessup/Peter Hurley FNS as well, (Friday-Night-Secret). So before we get into the 3 seconds ago Monday deal, let us first go back to 1966; and get a little of this secret crap out into the open, huh Beaver, so your dad can be happy, and no more baseball games with your brother need be worried about, too close to your house. You need not worry about the details, I doubt I ever told them, merely that I caught Wilson telling Peter part of a incredible thing, in a stairwell one evening at the NJNPI, a place now defunct for several years, and a place where I spent the sixth grade year of my school life, for no good reason whatsoever, other than to keep Abbey and her friends skating on nice thick ice that even boiling water won’t ever be able to melt. I Susie Quattro stumbled right into this discussion, that was so bizarre, that you would never believe it to be anything other than another one of Mountainpen’s great ‘fish-tails’. So why even bother going there on the blog? It is not for the sake of my own memory, as I assure all of you, I’ll carry this night and what I heard, what little bit of it that it was, straight to my grave. Some things, Mizz Jane Fonda, you just cannot ask or expect a person to ever ever ever ever ever forget, or forgive, for that frikkin’ matter. The crux of this secret, had to do with how I cannot stop what has to happen; and that Wilson, who was Doctor Jessup asleep inside of, and in exploratronic control over him; was telling this to Peter, and telling him that he is going to have to take me to the Summer-House outside of the ‘K-Cottage’, before the end of the school year, and before we never see each other ever again; so that he can show me things that I need to know about, in Atlantic City. Bear in mind that I never had told Wilson, or Peter, or Mark Minor; one dam thing about the prior two summers, when my mom and I had stayed and vacationed in Atlantic City; the past one at the Trinidad, for the very first two stays there; and the summer previously, staying at the Treymore; another very famous hotel, known the world over; as in those days, Atlantic City was more known for its great conventions, the great MA beauty pageant, and so much more, and there was no ugly gambling there, it was still somewhat family oriented mixed with business, but nothing real sinister or filthy dirty; at least, not out in the open. The really knock out punching power in this FNS, however; was not just what has been so far told to you. It was years before I was to come to meet a man by the name of Gary Stone, who put me onto the most powerful secret, at the time, in the known universe, regarding eternity cycles. For the few out here who’ve ever heard of the ‘Sidewalk Scientist’, a really cool dude who had a wild great television show, aired on the Public Broadcasting Network for a number of years recently; and Wilson Jessup was quite the amateur sketch artist. He had drawn a sketch of this man, and it was not until I saw the show for the second time, as I have seen it three times now I believe, once down here in Florida, once at my trailer before the family kidnapped me, and once while in the house of Judge Rasso on Middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey. I heard him telling Peter not only that he would have to take me to the future in some wild psychic-trance, but that he had a cousin who had put him onto how to do this to me, and that he needed to in fact do this to me, before we parted ways forever, until 1965 came back again in the eternity-cycle, and then more adjustments could be made next time as they are each time. This is a near word for word paraphrase, a good 95% verbatim, would be my best guess if forced to give such a speculative opinion. Now more things were told on top of that; but you would need to be a real fan of Morgan Freeman, or a fan of the Science Channel on Comcast Cable Television, and watch those shows he narrates called, ”Through the Wormhole”. But one thing I will remember clear as a ringing large bell over miles of open fields, until the day I expire as me right now; Wilson when referring to his cousin, said that she and I would have a very weird infatuation with each other, and that we would be a part of each other’s lives forever, without ever being together, well, except for one time, three and a half years from now. Peter starred at him, and I then made my presence known at the stairwell landing, as I needed to, as behind me, were a couple of house-attendants, and they would have moved all of us along down to the lower floor area, along with Miss Wescott, and Salvador Ventura. Now three and a half years later would put the timing at a real Yogi Berra argument to say the least; and on top of that one, Mister Takingitfromthecheckoff; he was not shy about mentioning the area of this person, his second cousin four times removed or some wild distant order like this, but talk about all these royal pain in my ass television shows, such as Misses Durham Huntington, if I can get Mike McNulty going just a little bit here, good people. Then there was Delmo Cifaloglio and Darius Evans of the Hyperspace Dreamers Club, AKA the ESS. One day after he broke up with his wife, who also lived near Auntie Durham; he came onto the post one evening with his dam teenaged daughter who always used to stare at me every single time that she saw me, like she never saw a man before; and he read me the riot act for not being able to be in twelve nonillion places at once, like a hyper-electron. I know where that all came from, and then it was good-bye guard house a couple weeks later; and back into the hot and cold cruel elements where us poor guards now needed to work again, burning our own gas in our own cars, with no compensation; which beat the alternative of a heat stroke by summer, or freezing to frikkin’ death by winter. This world is ugly, cruel, vicious, evil, monstrous, despicable, and vile to levels that are unfathomable to even most of the worst sinister devils that walk to and fro, amongst us all.

Right after my air conditioner failed again, and I began noticing and realizing that it had indeed happened all over frikkin’ again; I decided to test my luck, using the method that I recently blogged about and told all of you how to work this. Over the past several weeks, my luck was a little off of my normal rotten average which ranges 44.7-47.7% instead of the normal 48.5-51.5%. Suddenly on this one day, my luck factor dropped an entire three percent, an unheard of possibility, although most all things do fall into a possibility factor. This dropped my actual day luck point from 45.1, down to 42.2%. I use a thousand wheels, by having 40 decks of playing cards, and 27 conversion charts, so wheel numbers are first the number of the card-deck, and then followed by the number of the conversion-chart. With slightly over 1000 various hypothetical roulette wheels, it does not get much more random. I doubt there are 1000 roulette wheels in all of Atlantic City. But this all happened after my air conditioner failed again, or really said properly, WAS HIT AGAIN; ILLEGALLY; BY MY ENEMIES OF THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I will tell you what I asked the GAWNUM, (GA-GA-KITTY) and what he told me. The answers are very wild, and I am still trying to understand them better and better. But I want this all on the MORIANITY RECORD FOREVER, or as long as possible!!!!!!!!!

WHY HAVE MY BLOG VIEWERS VANISHED AWAY FOR THE MOST PART, SINCE THIS DEATH SIEGE OF LAST AUGUST? PCN-572.

(1980) (WOMEN) (PENINSULA DRIVE) (CURLY) (MICHAEL JACKSON) (LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS SONG)

EXACTLY WHAT WAS BEHIND THOSE THREE WORDS UNDERLINED TWICE ON MY BLOG RIGHT BEFORE THE AUGUST 28, 2013 DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, THE WORDS BEING, ‘SKATING’, ‘PRIVATE’, AND ‘NUMBER’? PCN-330.

(SON) (PATRICIA LANG) (MICHAEL SMITH) (AMY) (USING) (VOID INFINITY) (MARK MOHR WILL MAKE MONEY) (ADOLPH HITLER)

WHAT CAUSED THIS HORRENDOUS NASTY SUPER BOTBAR DAY ON SEPTEMBER SEVENTEENTH OF 2013, WITH PROPERTY DAMAGE, ANNOYING NABES, DEATH ANDROIDS/ANGELS ALL OVER, BROKEN AIR CONDITIONER, SUPER BAD MAGNETICS AND NEGATIVE LUCK TEST SCORING? PCN-341.

(FLORIDA STATE) (LOST LOVE SONG)

WHAT EXACTLY IS THE PROBLEM WITH MY AIR CONDITIONING UNIT? PCN-495

(PICTURE PUZZLE) (PRETTY JOY TOOL) (ROBERT ANDREWS) (LOVE) (TALL) (TAYLOR COTTAGE) (GODS) (SARAH JACOBSON) (CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR) (JEEP) (DIVA) (NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY)

To give my wonderful frikkin’ Morians a general idea of how my LUCK-TEST-SCORES altered on a dime, I will give you an average of the 13 through the 16 day in September, then I will give you just the day number 17 L.T. 10 SCORES.

Averaged scores, 13, 14, 15, 16: Rounded off after this four day averaged period, -2, +10, -7, +4, +10, +5, -3, +4, -15, +6. This totals out to a +12.

Luck Test Scores from ten tests taken, all on September the seventeenth: Nothing needs to rounded off, nothing is averaged, -5, -7, -10, -11, -9, -15, -13, -13, +4, -2.

This totals out to a -79.

This is a difference in one quick day, so huge, that if you do not have some math under your belt, you’ll never even start to GET IT, no dam offense meant, hay there’s plenty of things that I cannot do. I can’t whistle, I don’t know how to socialize, and the list of my frikkin’ failings are as long as Lex Loo Thor and his mighty super arm from late in the dam seventies, so that was no cut on anyone. Still, I know how deadly ass serious these figures represent, and things for me folks are deadly ass bad, so I am holding on with my eyes closed; and I’d drink a quart of rattle snake venom if someone could prove to me it would cure my nightmare problems. Come to think of it, I suppose that it would. Fuck your stupid ass ‘ODF’ hack, jerk offs. Now on with the show, KAL-EEE-O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember that in parallel universes that are far in the future referenced to this one where here in 2013; are going to contain many ESS GROUPS. ESS stands for, in Morianity, and not necessarily in their reality, Exploratronic Supermind Society. I told you about the SERWA-5, as I term them, the five types and in order of importance. Then I mentioned that below all of them lays a group that just do this, sort of like comparing the music industry with all the millions of home basement studio indie-record-label folks, that all totaled up together, make up more than 90% of the actual pie in the music bizz, but before you small fries get all excited about that; the 10% of that slice, makes 90 or more percent of the money; no differently than the Wall Street deal, and with OCCUPY; and how they have told how the 99-1 deal all works out. Mike Walters in 1980 at the RPL Sound Studios said it best. We’re not gonna’ do a diddly squeaking thing to change any of this. So folks, I am merely a messenger, you know; reporting these news items to you, not making them. If I had my way, the entire dirt bag ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, ALL OF IT; WOULD BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT, and completely destroyed forever. If outsiders knew how totally dirty it all was, you would see as I see; and know, that perhaps we all live in a demonic world, but this one part of it will always be the undisputed champion and ever reigning KING DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Outwardly they say they are against bullying for one example, like with those Hillary Duff commercials. Yet look at how they relentlessly use me, tease me, poke all manner of fun at me; and I could go on and on for a solid frikkin’ year, with my sad and true war stories, with these satanic mother lovers. None of this is my point or motive for the blog of today. Let me therefore move things right along, good folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, these amateurs of the ESS, work alone, traveling, doing their own thing, not working for the most part and in many cases at all, with the collective of this ESS. Still, as with all things, the big powerful part of the ESS may indeed be the smaller actual numbers of the completeness of this travelers group. It may be a 90-10 thing or even more, maybe a lot more than even 99-1 as with the economics and Occupy deal, but whatever it is, and given sufficient time; even the amateur groups form eventual alliances as they go along. Some indeed may choose to join one of the 5 accepted traveler-groups, and some may merely join with them here and there, when it suits them to in fact do this; and other times, work alone and stealthfully. But common sense tells anyone who has lived here on earth and witnessed the way that things appear to be bent towards dark and evil things a lot more than this diametric opposition; and common sense among anyone who knows about the ESS, has long figured out just what the religious folks are discussing in bibles and teachings; when talking about things of a ‘satanic or demonic’ nature, or evil, and wickedness, and sin; and all of that; and all of this boils down; without any help from Hans Water Brinker Silver; and winning any races or successful operations; to the reality that many of these non-5 parts of the ESS, could be labeled, not all of them, but many of these individualized worker bees in this system, as DEMONITRONS. It takes two very descriptive words, and couldn’t merge them together any better for all the gold in Fort Knox, if there is any in there. Also, a really gifted person can see another powerful truth going on here, folks. Our present day internet, is a quintessential fun-house, for these demonitrons.

Now for a large part of the the lessons that will expand on Morianity Parts 1-5, here in Part-6.

As you begin to unlearn all you now think you know, and see Morianity’s truths, especially about DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, and EXPLORATRONS; what will be coming up next, will grow so clear and so wild for you, that you will literally want to form small clicks and groups, meet secretly to avoid sociological ostracizing that would absolutely follow otherwise, make no bones about it; and meet to discuss this stuff, printing out each chapter of Morianity, and studying it with scrutiny, even improving on it within your own individual clicks and clubs as you wish; as I never said that I am God, nor do I ever plan to. As you become skilled in seeing things in the true real way, you then will want to begin inviting yourselves, into the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. I don’t care if you’re a fan of paranormal activity, Ufology, Science, multiple religion and philosophy, and what have you. All is the same, and sameness is the all, as the only realness is the nothing, the great void where we all exist at, without time, without space, without anything; pure existence without any interaction. This is where we all dream out from, and can then set up individual pieces of our so called selves on an astral plane, or a spirit world, the world of the invisible, the deep invisible subatomic. From here, we eventually need to recharge after an eventual expenditure of energy, causing us to dream further down into what is known as the multiverse. This is a five dimensional plane that contains all of the virtually limitless individual universes of space-time. Since all this first passes through the sixth dimensional MIND REALM, on the way out of the void and into the highest layers of the LAWTRON REALM, now we can have individual selves to dream into infinite hyperspace as, yet still, all is really one, and it exists in and as this great void, so nothing is ever going to go anywhere, or disappear, it is here, and so, it always has been and will be. Time is only a reality for us while we live in the hyperspace as the many many us’s that we are, in so many countless parallel universes. But here is where I need to take things one step beyond where I have ever gone as far as telling my own personal secrets and how all this stuff relates to my own personal life as me right now. You see, I am in inventor in my spare time, a tinkerer might be a bit more of an accurate statement. I hold no patents. Today you need to be wealthy to have patents, it is a very expensive operation. Still, I have made and built and put together many things in my nearly 59 years as Mark Wayne Mohr. I admit to hating the EW for all the horrible stuff that they have done to me, and they laugh and think I’m a joke to pick on and bully; and then have the audacity to run those Lizzy McGuire commercials, admitting to being the epitome of hypocrites. Still, we need not go here on this blog. When I was angry for all that was stolen from me, and all the things that were done to me by this demonic sick Lambrigg Cult and its Earthly doppelganger, the EW; I decided to figure out a way so that eventually, we could all strap on a keyboard, and it would be the ultimate music computer. You could make it make any sound and do anything possible, any type of sound, any possible voice or combo of them, any possible sound of instruments or made up instruments, any kind of percussion, any kind of effect, any kind of complex arrangements, all from a simple played tune and several CD or whatever media of the times type of loaded in stuff that would plug into the side, and voile; one person with a keyboard in front of him or her, sounding like the greatest band and the greatest vocalist ever alive on the Earth. Well, I have come closer and closer to completing this invention that has been worked on piecemeal since 1980, and called by me ever since then as well, ”Keyboards From Petahell or KFP ®. But this invention good peeps out here, has a major built in gigantic hyperspace problem, and I need to explain that to you; as it has effected my entire life, and I know that beyond any possible shadow of a doubt. By sampling and copying or creating voices, you will do more than just this, as just because society and science, may not have caught up yet, to knowing and fully understanding what I’m about to tell here. Electrons are energies or charged particles that live in the quantum worlds, because they are subatomic particles, and in the quantum worlds, two powerful things are happening. An ever present escape from the void into dream-outs is an event happening all around the worlds of the quanta; and as a result; something far beyond what can be blogged, is effecting all of us at various times. For one thing, there are an unlimited amount of non-existors, and only a finite area of reality to contain them. There is absolutely no more room for one more non-existor. We are all existers, we exist; to never fit into the area of the non-existor. We must exist, it is the most horrendous truth imaginable, but people see truth in total reverse; wishing and hoping for a hell beyond any biblical description, that already does exist for you. All these things that are taking place right outside of the void infinity, is why the quantum worlds appear to work as they do, basically, not work at all, and not behave in any predictable manner, and so on. This would take a ten year course in a major university, and is not what Morianity is trying to get across, so let me skip around now, and make Mizz Terry Egghead from the Jersey Harbors nice and pissed off for the day.

An Astral word for my invention back in 1980, KFP, is the Enzemeter. On the Olympian Province on the Astral Plane or Phase-2-Reality, the English language letters of ENZ is sort of like our word of ENDS as in that really does END all. It is a signification of a completeness and wholeness. It is the everything in anything. That would be an Astral Webster Dictionary definition as best as I am capable of doing anyway. The part that follows the ENZ is the EMET, meaning on this realm of the spirit-world, perfect harmony or tuned timing, the absolute nth degree of vibratory pitch and timing and side-tone, or said better, greatest possible combination of arrangements for any and all melody played. Then any time the last part or syllable of a term/word, ends with the letters of ER in English, it signifies that all becomes complete and in absolute perfection, when the joining of the player and the instrument are engaged. Originally, I hated these bastards in the music industry so much for ripping off so much of my stuff and laughing at me and getting scott free away with it all, that I wanted to build something to literally put them all out of business. In my own way, I do feel that I have forever taken a chunk out of these heartless greedy rotten criminal dark hearted bottom feeding low life, with just what synthesizers have all done over these past 33 years since 1980, not that I invented them, merely the concept of building the ultimate musical computer, worn in front of the player, appearing as a large lightweight keyboard, with a sort of spongy front so it sits out in front of the user, and has handles so that it literally is strapped to a user like a backpack, only the unit then sits directly in front of the user, with adjustable straps for an individual’s height and comfort. The problems all came however, when you forget to take into consideration, that every person alive right here, is a famous great rock star, in many many other parallel universes somewhere. I don’t care if it is some mass murderer in prison, or a janitor in an old factory who barely can speak from too much smoking. This is here, but hyperspace contains a multiverse of unlimited other doppelgangers of all the things that are here, all the you’s and all the me’s, and we are talking numbers with zeros after them that would stretch out past the moon. Concentrically, take every great person here, and millions of other universes exist where they are in prison, or they are flipping burgers, or they are clerks in an office. They may even be your son, your mother, your husband, your sister, whatever. No one alive has any real appreciation of the size of the multiverse, and hyperspace. But when you invent a machine like KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL; forces begin to work around you that are very unbelievable. I could be 50 million more words with this, while just shaving a little bit of peach fuzz ice, off of this berg folks. But I have no intention of going on with this any further on this blog. This blog was merely to open new doors, and then as always; we will explore the rooms at a later time. There is so much for me to tell you, and we all have forever to learn it, so don’t sweat that one for a single second, folks.

THE STORY OF MY MOTHER IN 1976, WRITTEN BY HER IN 1977, WILL BE TOLD WITHIN A FEW MORE BLOGS.

THIS IS ALL VERY RELAVANT TO ALL THE OTHER POWERFUL THINGS THAT ARE PART OF MORIANITY. MOST OF YOU WILL SEE WHY WHEN YOU READ IT, AND PUT IT ALL TOGETHER. I’LL BE PRINTING HER WORDS VERBATIM.

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MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 1

Folks, it is a quarter past ten in the evening, as this weekend draws towards a close now, on this fifdeeeenth of September, Doris Plum-Scum, you fire bug you from 1979; and now, I have been out of your lovely shithole on Main Street, in Williamstown, New Jersey; for 34 years; praise be to the Goddess, (SSJKK).

Now the very start of this blog has a link to my copyrights, but not to the usual page I normally post up from time to time. This is an independent site, and they have a software on it that does not allow me to cut and paste the material on it onto my word document for sake of blogging, so I just highlighted the address at the top left of the PC machine, then hit my Control-C command, and then was able to hit my Control-V command and at least paste that in without copying it by hand onto paper and typing it in myself. By clicking there, I have no idea whether or not any of us can access my material. If it is not a scam and is relatively inexpensive, I will join the website club just to be able to access my stuff, as connected into my computer via a mixing board and home theater system, is an old style cassette deck, and I can copy anything that I want to, downloadable or not, if it plays, no matter what it is, my recorder can capture it, even make pre-EQ settings to boost or attenuate numerous frequencies, if need be, as well as add in sound effects, including sounds and delay and all that cool shitsapookna. I am glad to see that my old pals have all done so well in life, despite my life being a total mother fucking failure. Unlike jealous peeps like Paul Pedersen who sabotages his associates so they can never go past his life station; I always am happy to see others win and succeed, such as my old pal and musical arranger Tom Glenn, and Congressman Robert Andrews; and the list is as long as my gash darn maggot eating arm, good folks out here. I on the other hand, am dealing with peeps, hell bent on my fucking total demise and failure, not just Paul, my entire rotten family, so-called past friends, and many many powerful wicked enemies.

Now folks, this blog won’t be long, except for having text from the prior PART-5 after the new business on this blog is finished, so let me get straight to the heart of the bullshit. I am not saint. I have done some horrible fucking shit that I am not one bit god dam ass proud of, and although I never wish anyone anything less than the best, and am always happy to learn that they have had major success in life, I have little to no pity on those who get their just rewards in bad shit, for doing some really unspeakable fucking shit to and against me, a person who is blameless and totally innocent as far as ever in any way wronging or harming them. When I learned of the death of Dawn-Marie King in February of 2011, by her mom, Ann King Silva, back on New Years Day of eleven; I was the happiest fucking jerk off on Planet Earth. She treated me horrendously and hurt me severely and irrevocably, leaving an already mother fucking severely damaged person, irreparably ruined, wrecked,, and destroyed, 1430 miles away from the only home he ever had or knew, and destined to be forever down and out without a single cunt eating soul to ever care a fucking ass lick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why wouldn’t I celebrate with a few cupcakes and a bowl of great tasty ice cream after hanging up the fucking ass telephone on that day, peeps, WHY??? After what Paul did to me, if I were to learn he croaked of some painful illness, I would again, break out the cupcakes and ice cream. My old idea of going surf and turfing, loses something in the equation; as there is no one to do it with, who understands the depth and fullness, of the big picture situation; such as David Roth; who was indeed murdered quite covertly, and intentionally, back in 2002; by forces organized, within the WOMO-MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could name dozens of pricks like Tow Truck Thief John Crowley, and you see how I am not a tiny bit mother fucking shy folks, to post his criminal sex-offense record from the internet, legally, onto numerous blog pages, on many of my past fucking ass blogs, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No folks, I am no perfect angel, and like my wild daughter; admit to it in a public forum, mine simply is just a billionth as world famous, and is hers, back in the days of my Stockholm Kidnapping Nightmare, or my SKM for short, ladies and gentlemen. Now I fucked up on my final epilogue blog on Chapter #5, when I said you need to do two things. All you need to do, and I’ll add it again on this blog, is to click the bullet that matches the area below the deactivated stock market chart, that says ”1 m”. This stands for one month chart. You can view various charts of varying time period amounts, but clicking onto this one shows how the twenty-seventh of last August was when things were very shaky and low for my big-business Wall Street enemies, and so they began on the following day, what I later termed as and after it got really going; ‘MY AUGUST 28 DEATH SIEGE’. If I were the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, I’m quite sure, I too, would be doing anything and everything that I could do, after hurting someone such as me, covertly for nearly 30 years; to stop me from getting my story out to the public world, and told and exposed so that maybe even a glimmer of hope that some justice could happen someday, as a result of the exposing of this monstrous long activity, that wiped out an entire life, mine, not that one son of a dam bitch could give a rotten fucking shit and a half. Let me re-post this, all it takes to see this market price line graph, is one click. When done, click the reverse arrow, real ass simple, good people, no rocket science, no T.D. Ameritrade.

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Now the ending of PART-5 of MORIANITY, brought you up to speed enough to get you thinking a little bit, about my entire life, and many of the wild outlandish characters that are all a major part of it, and occasionally, a minor part. I have not altered in my personality one day since 1969. I have the exact same mindset that I had then, and this may sound as wild and bizarre as bathing yourself in a tub of toothpaste, and shampooing your hair with a pan of cake badder, but it is gospel truth, as if I was sent back to 1969 right now this second, I could go back and live there at the age of fourteen, as easily as I am typing these words while breathing the air around me. The same defiant youth who did his best to NOT DO HIS BEST, in that Memorial Day School Play, is right here, doing THE ADULT VERSION of the BOOK OF BEACH, right now, called MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is also why I have never had a relationship with a woman in the physical world, and is why I am barely able to survive after the death of my mother, just as fucking predicted by the mighty fucking JAMES T. BURR, of Gloucester, New Jersey, with or without all of the sharks around my late Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald. It is also why this force from ”wherever it really is from, or when”, is all around me, and always has been; but this is not the first time it has been 2013 for me, and last time it was fucking 1969, was anything but the first time for me, that it was 1969. I have been looping around in this fucked up unfathomable nightmare life; and the reasons have to do with this washcloth family, again, as Jim Burr already seemed to know all about back early in the dam seventies; but nothing is as simple as 1-2-3, good folks. Diana Ross said it better than anyone else in the world, some time ago, while hanging up a telephone, *** N O T H I N G.***

Now good folks, here is the situation for all of you, as well as the great famous INSPECTOR LOUIGEE KENT HENDERSON:

I cannot help who I am, and the WOMO-MILITUFORCE cannot help who they are. I truly am convinced after nearly 8 years of blogging that will be rapping up very fucking shortly forever, and this computer trashed under the sea; that indeed, I AM DEALING WITH A REALITY-3, for a total lack of giving what I wish to make clear to all of you, a better and more descriptive name. Well, fine, so what is this fucking bullshit ass reality-3 thing, some or maybe most or all of you, are thinking right about freaking ass now, YO? Well, it has been touched on, glossed over, and spoken all around it, approached from side doors and rear doors, and a few times, a tad small amount of it has been told right up front through the dam ass front door, but no matter how direct and straight out up front door, I may want to tell it, it is not me who is just being evasive about my claims, it is simply that this is an enigma and as hard to describe in words, as those for example in the UFO craze, and their futile attempt to tell their non-believers, all the shit that they feel they know is true and real, and yet to others, all they say is a bunch of stinking fucking trash and horse shit, let’s be fair and honest and real about it all here folks.

YOU MISSED ME, JANE WHORE DISEASE-WEEDS SLEAZE!!! Ha-Ha-Ha, Icabod bug-rug Crane, and Art Crane, and all o the nine hundred trillion seconds, notwithstanding here!!!!!

The problem all along really began in several stages of my life. In chronological order they would be being dropped on the street on my fucking head accidentally, by my klutz mother one day as a toddler, discovering Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City and running into all mighty SARAH, moving into Robin Hill Apartments the first time on May 1, 1980, and messing with the I-CHING on two different times in my life, once in 1986, and once in 1996. Then we could add in my Haddonwood experiences right before this club that was there a million years, closed down forever quite mysteriously, and beginning both my MORIANITY as well as my blogs, first in 1995 and later in 2006, offline and online. Everyone of these topics could be a book longer than THE WINDS OF WAR and MOBY DICK put together, with me doing my fucking damdest to shorten and compress things, all the time. Many things did not make the list, my wild lab technician, my choking to death that led me to meet and interact with her, my fascination with tape recorders after Bruce Pennock showed me how to change voices with a tiny little tip of a plastic pen fitted over a small cassette tape recorder capstan mechanism, Roseann Delaney, Brad Messenger, Patricia Hollister, Ziggy Malyeska, and I could type this next short-list till fucking doomsday, and still, shit would be skipped and omitted at the end of things. What I skipped on purpose, is the biggest of all, my TIME LOOP, the thing that is causing me to repeat the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR for over 200 times now, totally aware of it, and the wild inter-nightmares that had me running to turn on a light and only believing myself each time to finally really be awake, and in all honesty; I have figured out in the past two years just living down here away from what was familiar and comfortable for 99 percent of my life or dam near, that I never really did get that dam fucking light on my desk in that pitch black room, TO EVER REALLY GO ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still running and trying to get it on, and it won’t, and so I am now aware that I am still in the nightmare, and I keep on tying, over and over and over, so Jordy Star Ship Engineer, I ask you and Mimicking Mister Android Data, ”Is this indeed someone’s idea of HELL”; as guess what? ”Fuck this shit” Mister Henry Angryman Fonda; and fuck your entire angry jury. This is nobody’s idea of HELL, NO SIR, THIS IS HELL!

And this recurring nightmare of my late-teens, is what will be focused on, and how it inter-relates and commingles, along with all the shit done to me indirectly and directly, through a coworker of my mom’s, in the early middle seventies, the lovely PATRICIA HOLLISTER, and so very very much fucking ass more, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The best kept secret in the history of human beings, is the religious nonsense about the two most powerful gods being at odds with each other. The truth is that APOLLO-LUCIFER is madly in love with SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. This is why he hates me so mother fucking much people of Planet Earth, SHE CALLS ME,

THAT BOY, and this means something major to HER, regarding ME!

Folks, if you don’t wish to read me any longer, fine. I will go to a private blog and just go back to doing my own private journals, and when the world falls apart ultra huge soon, don’t ever come running back to me, as you all know, I HAVE A VERY LONG MEMORY, and will say in a nice and perhaps semi-polite way, to go visits regions in Dogtown.

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART SIX. PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.

CHAPTER —- 1, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.

MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION, BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!

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SIMPLE, FOLKS, THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, WHO ELSE????

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‘TEST THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’ T/T/W/M, etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS Datfile: 093008.623.55 ——- Begin Transmission:
Well, I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2 drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people, the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC, “Mister President Lincoln”, so think how far the MILITUFORCE is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna’ keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school, who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO. Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not; I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am; and now I do trust her, as I know U have some fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery, great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James Version or KJV or the ‘HOLY’ and ‘whole complete’ total idea and mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on a daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money, and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.

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.

In closing, the main reason that BRIGGERS hate me, is that I would have been able 2 defeat their wickedness against me, and in my own strength; and breaking a Lawtronic/Biblical rule/LAW. This is when I was taught by ‘lightning’, from my bathtub in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied PE 2 the game of Roulette, or how 2 use the APE-2R, as she laughingly described it 2 me when I fell asleep that afternoon in a nice warm early spring bath tub, in my apartment, called the ‘HIGHVIEW‘. Things R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie Terra the terrible, and some incredible thing will eventually transpire in this marvelous scary and far out MARHOUSE. Don’t get all excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along with your advertising gang, coincidence, just chalk it up 2 that, right? HA!!!!!!!!! Mervelous Merv, and Marvelous Marhouses, all not withstanding; let me now C if Satan the Devil, will let me post this blog up B4 the closing bell on their cheated and controlled fixed Dow Jones, SEC??
BYE-BYE all, 4 now. I will C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NEIGHBORS, NIGHTMARES, NUTS, AND NINNYS

11:46 PM-EST, SUNDAY NIGHT, 15 SEPTEMBER, 2013

NO FOLKS, THIS AIN’T MORIANITY-4, OR IS IT A LATE FEBRUARY AFTERNOON IN 2013, BUT IT IS STILL 2013 AS I PEN THESE FRIKKIN’ WORDS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now can we all begin to live with the great Marilyn McCoo, in the fifth dimension? Out of all the things in the world, why did this group choose this name back in the sixties? Why did they have their part in that Broadway Musical Play called, “HAIR”? Why did Disco Diva Donna Summer do her own version of it in Munich, Germany, as a young teen, before making it big in the music bizz? It all fits, just as all the things all fit with ISISCYLLA, and all the 7.4 years of my blogs now, all of it all fits, as all things cannot help but to freaking fit, ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for nothing tony Bonjovi, you and your entire place can go do things that are not appropriate to be discussed in front of women and children!!!!!!!!!! What, you thought I was back in 1984 at the Golden Nugget Casino, needing to be escorted out? ISS MY FUCKING ASS, AND THANX FOR ALL THE LIES AND PROMISES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DDDDDDDDD, the song of life, well for some of us, it isn’t all that terrible, and for others, saying that it sucks a big fat throbbing one, doesn’t do justice to anything other than showing how revolting I can be on a literary work. Folks, before there was Marcucci, and before there was Marola, and before a lot of mother fucking things, there was some reality that only the mighty William Shatner of the Star Ship Enterprise, could say it well enough to stick in your belly for a lifetime, but I’ll echo-mimic him here anyway, as indeed, someone or something, Captain; was already there, somewhere, something, WHATEVER CONGRESSMAN; and was waiting for ME to get myself born as MARK WAYNE MOHR, and THAT quotes another person involved in the great Morianity-equations, this being none other than the black hearted miserable wretch that he was and most likely always was and will be, mister James T. Burr, of Gloucester, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Until this son of a bitch came along, none of this fucking shit was a tenth of the way it instantly transferred into, once he spoke a very few sentences to me in the years of 1973, in the late autumn somewhere, close to my birthday or maybe a bit before that back in November, telling me that, ”something is trying to destroy you; and that it all has to do with something in your family”. I placed this in quotations; as this is indeed his exact echo through time, right up to now as I pen this horrendous literary fucking nightmare straight out of the rotten gates of HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now it is one thing for me to spout off in quite a lengthy blog, about those wild two 1969 teachers, but neither of these folks, had the effect upon my life, that Jim Burr had. They merely seemed to be holding a mirror out in front of me and then adding into the mix, some helpful or adult influence, as remember that old as I am to many of you, I was a fourteen year old boy in 1969 until I turned 15 on December 4 of that year.

For all I know, most everyone’s life is filled with things that if they pondered long and hard on it, they would all pretty much say that they also, had definite people and definite dates, in their past; throughout their entire lives; where just as with me, things happened that were, to use a modern day expression here; were total game changers. I explained a few blogs back, that something does not even have to seem like a game changing huge event, to cause a huge consequence to the action, and cited the dam example with the woman trying to decide which of two dresses to wear to her sike doctor’s appointment, and that by wearing the wrong one, it got her killed by a lunatic. We’re not going there for right now, sore ear puncher druggist and Pookah Rabbits, and all other James Stuart fascinating stuff in general, HEE-HAW! This blog only has time today, to stick with the blatant quick facts that I wish to have it tell to any of you who just might, if not right now, someday down the roadways of life, give a little bit of a dern.

First, I want to tell you about the word in physics, CONSTANT. Its symbol mathematically is ”C”, as in E=MC Squared. But there are many constants in life, that are not just the velocity of photons (speed of light). With me, I have observed over the past 20-40 years, that the peeps who don’t like me and wish to do more lots of evil and harm, whoever they really and truly are; follow many basic rules, and thus, they observe a system of constants, and these constants, once recognizable by me; who is on the receiving end of this monstrous bull shit; it allows me to solve the problems that they make me suffer through, or at make things a lot better, than if this was not observed by me as CONSTANTS OF THE ENEMY. In 1995, I wrote an entire book on cassette tape, with that title, ”Constant’s of the Enemy”. Maybe to keep my dad and his park pal from Princeton, New Jersey happy, I should say MY ENEMY, and get all the letters used that way. OK, let me get out of big MO’s way now, as she charges up the stairs, and end the laugh-laugh time; as this blog, as all my blogs; are very serious, DEAD, like the sea, and the scrolls; but not the scrolls that I threw out of my car window, back ten years or so ago, while suffering unfathomable, and unspeakable persecution; from my lovely pals, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.

Just who was James Burr, since we are now examining with heightened freaking scrutiny, or I am aniwho; all the major key players in my life, and then seeing which ones if any or all or none, have the proper prerequisites that would place them in a high probability of being either a CLASSIFICATION 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, or perhaps a CLASS-6, T-3-E. These are solitary travelers who are not part of the collective or SUPERMIND, further implying, that these travelers for the most part, are of one objective or goal, over-all, as to the state of humanity on the Planet Earth. If these things told about in MORIANITY, are not hidden inside highly classified USAF Bluebook scribble someplace, folks, I would be a Monkey’s Uncle, with or without Davy Jones, Marcia Brady; and lots of nice flip side kisses that don’t end anyone up in jail.

Now peeps, you have scanned or maybe fully read the recent blogs, and quite obviously, formed plenty of opinions about all of it. All I can do is blog, and tell my story, which includes times where I sit back, analyze and reflect, and theorize and reexamine stuff, etcetera, etcetera. I in all honesty, just cannot focus on whether anyone reading my words, is thinking, wow what a nut case. If you are, Mashell Daniels in 1980 at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New Jersey, has a great message for you, as she did for me. ”You’re entitled to your opinions”. So of course, am I. But moving this along, I took a dinner break, and now am back to finish up a few little openers that will be explored in far greater detail individually, at later times. Only about a couple of hundred people alive understand the truths about what exploratronics really is, and so all odds are, I’m lucky if one of them is part of my reading viewership. Things that I have spoken over the past 30 years on bugged telephones, writings, blogs, tapes, and many other sources that need not be addressed here, are all being heard now on shows that are on educational television systems. I seem to operate, with the totally un-natural assistance of course, approximately 20-40 years ahead of the norms curve, for the basic sociologically accepted concepts, that are made open and public. I accept this, and can only why I’ve been chosen to know a lot of these things, despite not even really being a practicing TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. If I had to jokingly refer to myself as some number on this 1-3 scale, it would be an insisted upon fraction, and would be a two and a half. Type 2 as some of you may recall from earlier blog discussions, are those who know some or a lot or even maybe all of the things talked about in Morianity about this subject, yet not be actively practicing the art of dream-control in addition to knowing just what dreams and hyperspace is really all about, unlike the normal authors of these things who may indeed be quite adept at dream control, merely not understanding a whole lot of the entire circumstances behind why things all work the way that they do below the sixth dimension of the ‘MIND-REALM’, or down in the lower hyperspace of virtually limitless four dimensional parallel realities/universes, occupied by waking world entities living on one planet. The real joke that goes so far ahead of anything yet told or discussed on any educational television program or documentary that I am aware of, is that even if another ‘Earth-like-planet’ with so-called life was indeed ever found, it would only be there because of many powerful illusions that this blog has no time to get the smallest bit into. I did promise to begin getting into what I am aware of through this CONTACT in my own personal life in present persona of the me who I currently am, regarding why the five major societies of the ESS all function as they do; and may I add, quite marvelously and efficiently, as when you think about it folks, that is one hell of a tall order accomplishment, because as the old military expression goes regarding that word ‘SNAFU’, if you know what this is, then you know I need not explain that one bit further to you. I am not here to try and insult anyone’s intelligence.

Before I move on with the continuation of discussions about exploratronics, let me say something not related at all to the topic. Every single time that I try and post a proof that shows my story is true and valid, and the stock market trades on the next day, and it fails to work and post the way I want to in order to properly show my viewers this particular proof, THE DJIA MARKETS NEVER FUCKING FAIL TO GO WAY UP ON THAT NEXT TRADING SESSION, NOT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead and look back and see for yourself over the past few years, just try and prove me wrong, as if you can, you then can paste it in how I am wrong on a comment, and I promise to paste that comment into my next blog, and then say wow, I was wrong, and you were right. The problem is that you cannot, as I am not wrong. I’ve lived with this parallel event stock fucking market nightmare ever since 1986, and this is a monkey on the back that you do not heave-hoe and get rid of, not if you’ve got the strength of all of Stan Lee’s heroes and Hercules all combined, and then fucking ass tripled.

Folks, the HIGHEST CLASSES OF T-3-E, the SCIENTIST and the EDUCATOR groups, have intermingled in your life as well as mine. Many people are and have always been amongst us, their kids go to the same high schools, they all live in houses and apartments and condos and drive cars and trucks, and you would never ever be able to tell them apart from anyone else, in a million years. The simple truth is that they are no different from anyone else, but again, if you cannot yet grasp just how EXPLORATRONICS AND DREAMS AND HYPERSPACE all sort of triangulate together in a sort of syfy co-op that defies anyone’s imagination yet in Hollywood, at least from what I have witnessed so far in the Entertainment World (EW), you are just not GETTING ANY OF THIS. Hay, no biggie Ziggy, that’s the way it goes, in or not in the year of 1969, right US © Office?????????????????

Neither of these groups in the ESS are the ones who make coded markings in library books, edit or add or change rental movie tapes, and there are other things they do, and I am not going to make an enemy out of the ESS more than I already most likely have over the past decade or so, by further elucidating upon any single part of their escapades.

Now I do not want to be real long as lose your interest, it is better to make a lot of shorter blogs than less long boring ones, I have learned these little things by watching my dashboard view count sliding up or down over time. I maxed out for 60 days or so at around 130 VPD, and have dropped now to at best, half this number, so I know my blogs are getting too long. So I will shorten them and just do more of them. Whatever works, we all need to float our boats, sink our subs, and never lose and laugh, right General Patton, my old pal??????????????????????????????????????????????

Now the guys in the MTM Network out in the Hollywood worlds of the EW, who made that movie in the spring time of 1996, ”NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS”, know fully well that they are amongst us, and characterized one on that great movie, the dude at the bank at the start of the movie, standing there with a radio in his hand. We all know what’s getting said, I have met them, you have met them, and they are, well, I know a few are reading these blogs. Don’t die on me yet, Joe Paget and Edward Snowden. Do I believe my two 1969 teachers were part of the ESS? Well, put it this way. I never liked it when my mother did this a lot, yet the older I get, the more I begin to see her wisdom that naturally, came from years lived and spent on this Earth. As I speak at 4 of the clock, I have them inside my computer. A type-3-Exploratron can do a lot more than just dominate a dream self doppelganger, but this is for many future blogs, that view count thing again, I don’t wish to bore my viewers with a windbag super blog, and I can always do a Jimmy Rockford, and get back to this later on, loose frikkin’ teeth and all. Yes, at the risk of making the gorgeous ADA Abbey Carmichael angry with me for saying bad things about my mother, after-all she was very instrumental or a doppelganger of hers who is a T-3-E was, back on the 27^th of last month, at showing me how to go skating on boiling water, without prosecuting any hickey bites or hockey dads in the process of inventing ‘Keyboards From Petahell’, (PFP).

Yes my great wonderful mom used to insist on putting things into percentages, and always insisting on a gray margin on each side of even the best of high probability items. Yes, I believe about 98 or maybe even 99 percent, that these two educators, Marola and Marcucci, were indeed part of the ESS, but let me leave you with a powerful reminder folks, concerning all of this seemingly too bizarre to handle or believe stuff. Everyone of us has many many doubles (doppelgangers) somewhere in the vastness of beyond imaginable fifth dimensional hyperspace, the numbers are so huge, after all, there are only about seven billion humans alive on the Earth at present, but how many parallel universes do you think there are? Would you say 7 billion to the power of 7 billion, as if you would, you have grossly underestimated the true amount. Now does this help you GET IT, even in a late to follow the nationally averaged desegregated school system of some southern counties, or need I say more, sir George Antimattercurve????????

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The late great Donna Adrian Gaines Summer, quoting her as a teenager late in the sixties, would have a very interesting thing to say on this strange unknown graham-publicly anniversary of a sort, but I believe it fits so powerfully into problems that never really ever began, nor will they ever end, for me; that they need be addressed here and then it will ever so nicely segway directly into the point of this blog for this day, good people out here reading the Mountainpen. When she did her version of the great late sixties Broadway Hair Show, personal album, nothing that connected her professional career in any way, and those who have copies of it know this is no lie, and it in no way compliments her great vocal talents; but it does manage to do something approximately fifty and a half trillion times more powerful and important, than just the mere addition of another would-be famous work from her, which anyone who’s heard it, knows it most certainly is not, still; it is no comparison to Whitney Houston’s late nineties version of the Star Spangled Vomit Banner, just as with this; anyone with a copy of that, knows also, just what I am speaking about. WOW, she had to have enemies, or that would never have been permitted to end up on television. Still, this is not the point, at least, none of these things are directly my point. You can draw some part of any point, from a bird chirping in the middle of the Redwood Forests, of the American West. Shame on ‘Spell Checker’ for being ignorant to ‘Manhattan’s Waverely’.

I met a boy called Frank Mills, on September twelfth right here, in front of the ‘Waverely’, but unfortunately, I lost his address.

He was last seen with his friend, a drummer he resembles, George Harrison, of the Beatles, but he wears his hair, tied in a small bow at the back.

I love him, but it embarrasses me, to walk down the streets with him. He lives in Brooklyn somewhere, and wears this white crash helmet.

He has golden chains on his leather jacket, and on the back, are written the names, Mary, and Mom, and Hells Angels.

I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him, tell him; I’m in the park with my girlfriend, and please,

Tell him Angela and I, don’t want the ‘two dollars’ back, just you.

Now this little ditty, along with a simple catchy quick 3-C progression melody line; was all a part of her project. However, the entire official HAIR ALBUM, done by both the transdimensional McCoo Family, AKA and they admit to it by the Goddess, the fifth Dimensions, as well as a second well accepted version that was later done for movie-television versions of this Broadway Play, ”HAIR”; seems to have some songs that Donna’s version skipped on her project, but way more importantly; her version had this mysterious ”OTHER TUNE”, that contains two very wild things, the date following the great 9-11 back in 2001, as well as the words ”TWO DOLLARS”. Two and TWIN is a technical sameness, and on the Astral-Plane, we use the word of ‘TOWERS’ in the great capitol province of this ‘spirit-world-reality’ that would be in a sense somewhat similar to our usage in the material realms, for a money-exchange value system, in USD or in American Dollars. The only difference is that there are 1000 broken pieces instead of only 100, our ‘penny’; and each of these broken thousandths of a TOWER, is worth between a quarter and a half of one of our American USD dollars. We need not get into the name of this unit or other broken fractional units of the Astral Tower, still, TWO DOLLARS and TWIN TOWERS is a close weird coincidence by itself, and quite forgettable, except for the fact that this song is totally unknown to the world, and also; mentions the very day following the great day of terror (nine-eleven) and the theme of the song has it happening as though it was indeed on the following day, and this was all done in the year 1968 or right in there; shortly after this great Broadway Musical Play was created by Mister Ragni, and Mister Rado; or whatever their dam names are. Hollywood sure knows, and that is all that is important; to all smokers, and non-smokers of the Gaines family, and the EMIT MADE IN HEAVEN family. Can all of this be real, Ray Young? Well, if it isn’t, then what the shit is it, Mat Japan? Well, can the Long River Bjork Blues of the Highview Haddonwood days be real either; along with the eventual sky falling super giant Duncan McLeod horseflies that cannot be killed or stay dead, Mister LITTLE CHICKEN?????????????????? Also can it be real that two teachers at my school, within the space of half a year, said and did things to me, that go beyond Alfred Hitchcock, Dick Wolf, James Patterson, and Agatha Christie, all spliced together; might possibly come even close to being able to make up a similar story to all of this, in a fictional form? You all know the answer to these rhetorical questions that Mountainpen’s posing with his readers tonight on this blog, just as does the Mountainpen, himself. Anyone able to deduce another answer, other than all of this wild stuff in my life, has some gigantic cosmic reason to be happening, that has not as of yet come close to all playing itself out; is a COMPLETE TOTAL MORON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO OFFENSE.

Just to refresh the memories of old readers, who I must realize have more going on in their personal lives, than just reading and thinking about me; as well as newer readers picked up, since these things last were properly told and explained; let me now quickly tell these two deals; first with Misses Marola in the spring of 1969, and then in the autumn of that same year with Richard Marcucci. Mrs. Marola totally would not take ‘NO’ for an answer regarding my doing a part in a Memorial Day school play; sort of the birth of my ‘HOLIDAY-HELLIDAY’ problems, that as Father Lucci, and not lovely Erica Snakes Cane, put it so well in that super well done great Hollywood production in 1988, if memory is serving me correctly; ‘The 7^th Sign’; ”THAT WAS NO DREAM”. Now without getting all weird and complicated about how real that show was that was voted the greatest of all of the original Star Trek shows, called, ”CITY ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER”, and the part where the mighty logical mind of Spock said to Kirk in that little flop house owned by Miss Edith Split Universe Multidimensional Keeler; with or without the Fowler/Bennett and the Mohr/Martin split-groups of the non-fictional world, how I remember so clearly and well, despite the passing of years and terra-tons of water passing below the bridge on this one, that indeed, my locksmith from 1979, Mister Quinn, was destined to become my neighbor at the Highview Apartments, 15 years in the god forsaken future up in 1994, after I moved from Misses Meeker’s home on route 561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. Hell folks, even the names Keeler and Meeker are quite easily letter rearranged. All of these things do not lie, but the problem is that folks are so low tuned and close to the ‘E’-setting-gauge on their so-called psychic energy meters, that they cannot really follow along with me. First off, there is no ‘psychic’ anything, and we all have but 5 senses at best, some have fewer, such as 3-Senses Helen Keller, who went onto do greater things than most of us ever will. Our sense of FEEL that we normally think of as observing heat and cold and soft and hard, and a few other things, is what is tuned down so low, well, all of yours anyway, not mine. When people are in a party room, most people-oriented types, can sense moods, read body language, and many other things with this feel-sense. But there is way more that this natural built in ability within all of us, is able to do. It sometimes lets us feel many things that are not understood as of yet in 2013, how it could be so, or if this is real, then why can’t we make it work all the time, and on and on. We won’t be getting into this, it would be a long discourse in and of itself, and is not germane to the blog of right now, folks. But yes, many folks suddenly FEEL that a loved one just perished on an airplane, and had no other way to know this was a fact, in the real world, but they really did FEEL it, and they know it. This is NOT a SENSE NUMBER-6. It is all an expansion of our SENSE OF FEEL. There is no sixth sense but there is ESP. This means extra-sensory perception. Tuning the sense of FEEL to a much higher level can be done intentionally, and is done automatically, just by surviving enough major horrific hell, such as I have done. To do this intentionally, James Redfield the great father of the so-called ‘New-Age’, and great author; has written many MUST READ BOOKS. Think of this as a roller coaster in a mode once it has climbed its original needed height for the carts to roll and coast, like duh, where did this name come from, not going there; still and moving on; once the potential energy was expended to get it up to its high point, the rest of the ride is motor-less, and is known scientifically as the expenditure of only ”potential energy”, in the case of the RC, it now can feed on the force of gravitation of the Planet Earth where it was constructed and made to operate on. Sorry about my ‘nick-naming’ this with its initials, so let us move along and finish the point, that will bring us all to where we need to be in this exact blog for right now. What Spock told Kirk, regarding hopefully running into their lost ship comrade, Doctor Deforrest-Kelly-Bones McCoy; was that cosmic connections tend to run, and what Roddenberry just may have been secretly aware of and this of course never was allowed to come out to the public as it is way too powerful, if anything is Bluebook-classified, this shit sure is; but when time or the fourth dimension is interrupted from a normal flowing direction and speed, based on mass and velocity, again, we ”never can escape” that great formula, ‘E=MC-SQ.’, can we. Now when normal running time around us is altered, it alters two dimensional realities beyond the three that we live inside of, length and width, and breadth. Put simply, if that’s possible; we are in normal and regular time by staying well under 100,000 miles per second and not subjecting the mass of ourselves, or not letting ourselves be hurled too fast; but when we do increase our ratio-density with that of time’s reflection (LIGHT), hyperspace alters, a gateway opens that allows the other two dimensions to fold in on our other three, and this is why we can never really have that silly worry that has been a favorite of science fiction writers forever practically, you know, the bit about changing something and then it makes you disappear or something along those lines. If the density alteration did not alter hyperspace, allowing split universes to enter into the equation when out of regular running time, the universe would never have been able to be born in the first place, and please don’t even ask me to go there any time soon with any of you. We would be all decade with that one!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me get back to these two teachers, and let me worry about why this is being brought up, in lieu of the motive of my blog today regarding Donna and her wild unknown song about the future day of terror, 33 years after she recorded the song, a wild number by the way, thirty-three, spelled out its GAWNUM-ROOT is 23, and on top of that, Mister Pablo Checked off or not, it is also the special secret number of the mighty MASON CLAN, and I don’t mean my family, although, who knows what really goes on? Inside of every millionth of a second, we all could have a trillion lives that never will be revealed to our right-now-conscious-brains. Many have had this experience that lets them know my words are true. You know, you fall asleep for just 10 seconds while maybe reading or watching the television, and wake up knowing you were part of a complicated lengthy deal, and you know you must do lots of things, and it takes 5-15 minutes to reorient yourself back to where you know you need not worry about that other world that you just left forever behind, relative to your so-called real you and real-life right here. Don’t tell me that none of you have had the experience, or I will call you all liars. Some of you may not, as many do not ever remember a thing about ”their dream life”, but don’t tell me no one has shared this with me or I’ll puke in your soup bowl. So what did Donna really know, after-all, look what she pulled with me, and she can deny it up through the day she died, but it does not make her story true and my story a lie. But still, if it got me a ticket out of living in Bridge City with the bums, Mister Eckstein and Mister Garrigan, then so be it, YO! So here is the deal with these two teachers. Marola always talked about the future, as if she had really personally experienced it already, and this was back in the year of 1969. The only other people besides her, who pronounced years after two thousand; the way that we all did for the first decade into this new century, and millennium; such as 2004 (two-thousand-four) and so forth, besides her; were the ‘SYFY’ writers of the great immortal show called, ”Two-Thousand-One, a Space Odyssey”, but even after this fantastic movie came out, syfy writers continued with the old way, you know, if the year was 2002, they would call it, ”twenty-oh-two”. If the year was 2007, they would call it twenty-oh-seven”. Now recently, we have all gone into the mode of saying twenty-ten and twenty-thirteen, but five years ago, it would be a sociological norm to call these years at that time, two thousand ten or two thousand thirteen. Now, many peeps even, in hind view, will mention a year back in the first decade and refer to it as twenty-oh-eight for 2008, but back then, no one said it that way, yet MISSES MAROLA did, back in 1969. I knew her hubby as well as her, and he practiced psychology at the same special education school, only I never ever saw him, only Garrigan and Eckstein, who I both knew as Mister at the beginning, and later on as doctor, when they finished getting their degrees. The office of this hubby of my teacher, was in a wild part of the school floor plan, in so far as what happened to me in distant hyperspace. One night I had this wild dream where I was in this place, the Cooley Hall, and in the gymnasium. I found myself walking into the Coaches Office at the east side of the gym, and the coach had asked me to come in to talk to him about a test that I had failed. I was always failing tests and was always very weak, and still am to this day. He left for quite a while after telling me he would be back in just a moment, and I went to stand up to stretch my legs after that and as I went to stand up and touch his desk with my hand, underneath, it activated a secret button that opened his closet, and I for reasons I cannot properly understand, decided to walk in, curiosity would be my ‘best guess’, Mister Humpwhales Spock. When I got into this closet, the far wall that should have been the Cooley Hall’s hallway, with Marola’s hubby’s office on the other side of it directly, was not as it should be, at least, not if what I now tell you next, was done. I remember tiles on this wall, and I began tapping combination patterns on each one at random, and after a minute or less, a soft chime sound was heard, and then the wall just vanished as if made of steam and the room just suddenly all cleared up. I was waiting to see the hallway of the school, only instead, it led me to Atlantic City, New Jersey, about 50 miles away. It led me to the upstairs area of Sarah Krassle’s shop on Tennessee Avenue, and I stepped through this wormhole-sort of thing, and looked back and there was nothing there behind me at all. I was just in her upstairs shop, where I remembered the dream a few months earlier where she appeared to me in middle December in 1969, and had taken my motorcycle chain away from me and placed it into her middle three dresser drawer in this upper room or bedroom, but yes, it was an upper room, like 2000 years ago when she was in another lifetime and as a male being, Jesus Christ Himself. I never told Misses Marola anything about me, but she seemed to know me and be able to see right through me like a mother fucking ex-ray machine. It was quite intimidating for a little tike like me, she stood a few inches under six feet tall in flat feet, and wore a good sized 3 or 4 inch heel, and was very physically powerful, and in fact; always went around bragging how she could take all of us kids in her class, and tear us into pieces with her bare hands, making my heart jump inside my chest like a base-drum doing a triple fast disco beat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only one who stood up to her, and she liked him a lot, was fellow student, Grant O’Neil. If the pattern of certain things seems to jump out folks, I promise you several things. I am not making any of this up or changing names. Also, I am aware that you may or may not have enough FEEL-SENSE tuning, to see stuff, but in case you do, I promise you that all these numbers, names, and so much more, cannot be an endless streak of coincidences, and whether Abbey won’t let any of us boil water and go skating without her Ok or naut, Miss AT&T Blake, I will tell you all this much. If these blogs don’t make you crazy and occasionally shake you down to the foundations of your very spirit, then guess what, you really don’t belong here reading them, because you are missing all of the in-between the lines power of the entire thing. Just without this it is wild, but you are only living with 10 percent of the stuff in the playpen, Judy. Without the other 90, you are Kim Wild Clueless to what you’re really and truly missing, peeps, YO, and I swear this to the GODDESS!!!!!!!!

Before we get real heavy into Mrs. Marola, and her absolute insistence that I do a part in a school play, on the 30 May day of 1969, back then this was always Memorial Day every year, right before the MONDAY-HOLIDAY thing kicked in; we will talk about the mighty and wild kid named Grant O’Neil, who for all I know had a few things going with Mrs. Marola that no one needs to know about right now. He loved beautiful women, and was in a writing correspondence with the 1969 beauty queen, MISS AMERICA, don’t ask me her name, those things back then meant as much to me as a bag of seashells that were broken and stinkier than dogshit. If I had not had to come in on this weekend day back then, with my mom and her boyfriend Sidney Cohen Crown and other name-shame; Ida been in Atlantic City at a completely different time, where instead of running into Sarah Krassle as her human form of Sara Jean Nurockey Karge, in a psychic trance; who was projecting out an astral twin doppelganger, down onto the street, for my benefit; as this really was a woman of 72.9 years of age, born on the eighteenth day of July in 1896; I never would have heard her say, and I quote, ”Your friends are in the shop”, to a bunch of folks in an automobile that came racing down Tennessee Avenue that day, stopping right outside the shop, that the mighty and ever great Estelle Andersen Bassler kept telling me was not a shop, but was the Piccadilly Hotel, across from the Bolivar Hotel. Sarah needed to let me hear two powerful and awesome things she said in the late spring and early summer of 1969, first this one, and then six weeks later or so in July, ”I’m darker than you are”. The reasons why I make this claim would require a book the size of at least five Moby Dick’s, so don’t lose it on me Joe Paget, and Humpback Spock!!! Still reading my great ghost stories, EB?

She was as clueless as American Kimmy Weirdchords, as to just how far out my so-called ‘BOOK’ of the new-beach, really was destined to be, AKA ”MORIANITY FOR M-3”!!!!!!!!

Now comes about six months later, gee, do you feel like we’re watching some fucking real cool TV show? You won’t ever get it this fucking good on any dam TV show, not from the ripped off Tomorrow-Peeps’ to anything anywhere. It is all right here, in this MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3. So speaking of Cooley Hall, Mrs. Marola vanished along with the cool breezes of hot Florida, and the next school year came along, and now my special education teacher was Richard Marcucci. It was in October of 1969, and I was about to enter into his classroom from lunch break, where Bob Mattison and I had been in the ‘gymnasium’ without any transdimensional hyperspace effects; if this can be perhaps viewed as the plus out of this day, years and years before Twinbay was born, Jennifer Washburn, my old friend from New Jersey, along with gorgeous Tiffany!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hell, my kid wasn’t quite here, YET! Of course, this is using what I call, ”forward-Mortal” lingo. Russ Thaxton and I always called him the count, or Vamcucci, as this was the days of Dark-Shadows on television, and he was a rotten shaver. This dude cut his throat apart shaving, on a continual basis. His wife really needed to buy him some proper shaving equipment, as it looked like he and Roseann Delaney, were in a wild relationship with more than hockey sticks and voice comparisons, but the great invention called, ”KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL” all fits into things, even back eleven years or less from where some of you may be head scratching about, but for right now, we don’t need to examine this under the microscope of literary scrutiny. This is what those ‘NEXT-DAYS’ are for, right big lovely GAB?????

Well, next blogs, next days, Enzemeter’s, and me not knowing diddly shit when I was speaking to that wonderful Copyright Examiner back in ohm-eight; great EDUCATOR-TRAVELOR, MM, and no; I never knew her first name, but then again Margie Leo, cut me one will you? HI-MM. I AM suddenly seeing a lot of stuff, Mister Macy.

W——O——W.

So out the door he comes, for no good reason, while Bob Mattison is walking into the classroom, and all the other ditz jits classmates were all present and accounted for, Bert Fruloe, Scott Frazier, Mike Geblow, and the list goes onward. But Marcucci wanted to take me aside, and had a very serious expression on his face, reminding me of a powerful thing, that he was personal friends with the Beatles Group, and told me they plan to break up soon and not to tell anyone. Then I asked him why I care, as I don’t like contemporary music, and told him so. He reminded me how I liked that one song so much that he brought into class and played one day about carrying that weight for a long time, by these Beatles, and I said, yes, I did like it, it was simple and cool, and I empathized even then in those fucking days with those dam ass lyrics, but did not say this to him, quite naturally. He took a hold of my arm and walked me totally out of earshot of the classroom, despite the door being closed, and he glared into my eyes and said that he knows powerful stuff and that he only wishes he could share it with me, and that he had recently told his wife, and this is why it is so important for me to begin taking an interest in girls, because someday I’ll need a life partner to share huge things with when no one else will listen. Just to shut him up, I told him, I realize this is so, and that I have not yet found anyone I like enough to make a girlfriend out of in the area, but there is a girl miles away and maybe something might come of it next summer in seventy. He smiled in a really wild way and then he did what I will call, and I never saw anyone ever do this except for this fictional character and this teacher, ”A FONTANNA”. You know how on Law & Order, Detective Fontanna says something to a bad guy with a smile on his face, that instantly turns into a real frightening frown, it is cool as all shit squared, if you never saw it, you need to watch the show JUST TO SEE THIS, you are missing something until you do, take me at my dam word, good peeps. Aniwho, he then looked at me and said, Mark, You know, I have to tell you something, ”You could be a father, chronologically”. I just stared at him in disbelief. Here I am a fourteen year old boy, still a couple months away from even being fifteen, and here is my teacher, with a wild look in his eyes, first handing me this shit with the greatest rock band of the times; and then laying this wild pile of amazement on me. I mean, crissake; I knew that. I was taught the birds and bees by my friends at age ten, but Jesus Christmas Singing angels, here I am in this fucking school hallway, getting all this wild incredible bullshit dumped all over me. Then he repeated it again, and I said to him, ”I know that, Mister Marucci, but why the heck would I want to be, I’m like 14”? He then gave me another long long ass stare, and said to me, ”Let’s get back into class now”. Mister Macy, where the hell are you, YO, and do you have my savings card ready to be mailed to me yet, ”or NAUT”, Miss AT&T BLAKE????????????????????????

Now about TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS and the various factions of them, being from the highest group downward, scientists, educators, recorders, witnesses, and adjusters. I was told in a powerful place, the great Astral-Plane Briggbase, out in eternity, that these are the 5 groups of them from the MOST POWERFUL AND IN-CHARGE, down to the fifth level in what they call, ‘THE SOCIETY’ or what I label now as the ESS, as below these five actual groupings of cooperating organized travelers on a mission, there are many individualized travelers with T-3-E abilities, and this lower level 6, is considered by the Lambrigg Cult folks, the lowest level, and they even jokingly call them, the LOW-SIXERS, reminding me for the most part, of the Pro Philly Basketball Club, unfortunately, as I was very happy those few years that they seemed to win a few dam ass games. But LEVEL-2, the ESS-2, the EDUCATORS, what is this REALLY all about? Well, do you have a few fucking years to read a billion words? Of course not, nor do I have the energy right now at this moment to write them. I will tell you that something is going on with Mikey, I do not know what, just that it has to do with his family, and he has driven down to Miami, and will be back early Saturday afternoon, and will be calling me about a Sunday get-together up on the island at his brother Joe’s real estate empire. Nothing like distant cuzz Donald and his real estate empire however. Funny huh? One minute we all hear about his newest troubles, then it is all suddenly just forgotten, like POOF, and now we all hear all this horse shit about some new hotel he is building. What a fucking dirty rotten cock sucker this arrogant old bastard is. Oh well, better him than me. I would not be him for all the love in the cat house, and that WOULD BE A DEVLISH FUCKING TEMPTATION. I do admit to my weakness of loving gorgeous fucking women, and my life has been very starved for love and sex, so I feel I have every right to be who I am, and not to be embarrassed about admitting to it. This mother freaking HUNTINGTON CURSE is one huge pile of HELL for me to endlessly emmereffing endure, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

I have made a deal with something that cannot be spoken about, in order to keep the deal in the first place, but if you find some strange things in the coming several blogs, even strange for Mountainpen’s Blogs, now you have been given a reason that may be what is behind it while you are wondering. Before I move along, I learned why the view count has gone back to a crawl, after I worked real hard for a couple weeks to get it back up into a tad bit of more popularity. The enemies don’t want me being read of course, as I say things that they do not want said, this is a no brainer and a DUH all rapped up together. So here is what they did, FCC AND FBI. They have illegally on both my sites that I post to, without my permission, put something onto my blog that viewers, and I can see why, are quite leary about and don’t want to log on. I have lost readers because of this, ACLU, and this is a blatant violation of my mother fucking civil rights and liberties, UNDER THE FIRST AMENDMENT TO THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION. First it wiggles violently all around telling you that your computer is about to crash, and to log onto their security system to repair the problem. It scared me the first time so much that I did just that, and fortunately, whenever I am about to click the yes on those two squares on making changes to computer prompts with the yes and the no rectangles, I get a pop up on the lower right that tells if it is a trustworthy site or not, from Norton Security. It said NO DON’T DO IT, not trustworthy, and I instantly clicked off, but it keeps coming on each time you log in, as well as all sorts of unwanted advertisements at the bottom area of my blogs on both of my sites. It all began a number of days ago, and matches the time where my blog view count on Blogger after going back up, began going right back down all over again. This is the newest WOMO MILITUFORCE attack on me, my so-called laugh-laugh freedom of speech, and my blogs. I’ve had many through the years, several hacks that totally end a blog where I cannot log in; and then there was the Rockin’ Robin ‘Tweety Blog’ time in the middle late summer time in 2010, when all hell was breaking loose for me here, as a new Floridian.

WHERE IS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? DON’T YOU HAVE A SWORN DUTY TO PROTECT ME FROM CRIMINALS, EVEN GOVERNMENT CRIMINALS IF THAT BE THE FREAKING CASE, SIRS? Well, dumb question, and dumb part of my blog, quite obviously. We all do what we are told here in America, just as they did in Communist Red China, or the United Soviet Socialist Republic, back in the Cold War days; OR ELSE. ‘Comply or die’, I believe was the frikkin’ slogan! Hay, if not, I’ll just make it up today, out of whole cloth, or any other kind of material, for that matter. It is no different now, and really worse, as no one officially announces that we all live under this umbrella of silently reigning fear-mongers, and world controllers, and owners. We’re not taught this in school, and instead, are given a lie that Americans are free. Free to COMPLY OR DIE, that is. Not out in the open of course. But suddenly those such as myself come to learn it is beyond a coincidence that all we ever can get are minimum wage jobs, if that, endlessly; and try living anywhere nice, or having anything at all that this world offers those not on the World-Owners black-shit-list. Just go ahead, all you three time losers out there who really have tried, and the Judge Judy’s of the world scoff and scream at you telling you how it is all your fault, with the sympathy level of a group of rabbits with toothaches. You and I are imagining nothing, to all you who feel as I do out there. All this shit for years and years that never ever stops, that is in no way, JUST HAPPENING in some random way. Same thing for those who try and start up a business or apply for loans to grow or expand their operation. On one side of the table are those who seem to magically keep on succeeding in everything they do, while on the other side, no matter what you do or how hard you may try, it is just endless repeated failures. Paranoid am I? You bet your mother fucking bippie I am, and with REAL GOOD REASON, folks! I’ve lived, I’ve seen, I’ve learned! In addition, I refuse to deny an unpleasant reality around me, just because believing in it makes me a textbook defined lunatic paranoid as per the holy bible of mental illness, the DMS-5. If the number is higher than 5, remember that ticker tape confetti thing of the scientific community, as this most certainly includes the world of psychology. I apologize to my viewers. I have no control over that pop up we all get now when accessing my blogs, but I can tell you all what to do if you have read this blog this far, and for those who have and wish to tell others, I’d really appreciate it, as once they shut me down, it’s over, they will have managed to shut me up, with or without using more profanity or being Pulsar star August 19, 2006, DEAD ASS SERIOUS, to quote myself six days later ladies and gentlemen. All you do is look for the nearly invisible non colored ‘X’ at the right of this illegal insert onto my blogs, and click there and wait a second or two or three, and OFF IT WILL GO. I FULLY INTEND TO REPORT THIS TO MANY AUTHORITIES. It already has cost me viewers and is ruining a blog that I have toiled over and sweated diligently to procure an average of somewhere between 20 and 40 somewhat regular daily viewers. It was on the higher end right before this newest ILLEGAL-HACK to shut me up and kill the Mountainpen, and now it is at best, hovering at the lower end. I think that is now a bit of a Twinbay-Optimistic-View of things, (TOV) for short, and I may use that on future blogs, if there are too many mother fucking future blogs unless the FEDS get off their ass and help me here, and you to, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL. You know it is not right to violate my First Amendment rights, you don’t have to like or agree with some or any of my words, but in all good conscience, you know you must agree to let me speak them without being covertly stopped with this latest hack, LOCAL FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, AND FLORIDA STATE POLICE, and FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION. I do fully plan to go to my local congressman, before I let this end my blogging career. I’ll even hire an injury attorney, and go AFTER MICROSOFT FOR 20 BILLION DOLLARS. This is necessary fucking therapy for me, psychologically; and I have a doctor who will say so, IN FUCKING COURT; and you CAN believe THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now here is what this blog for today will open just a door-crack about, and then will be followed up on, hopefully, if and when things ever get the smallest mother fucking bit better for me, as things since the twenty-eighth day of last AUGUST, have totally 100% fucking SUCKED!!

I have mentioned on many previous blogs, testing luck, and why this is a very important thing, at least for me, to do on a regular basis, but recently I’ve put together some even greater data on this topic, and regarding this life-technology, if such a term can be created and fitted into this present time sociological order, without too much laughter and mocking, and forcing tin foil hats onto my head along with plastering my walls with photos of WFMU staff and other such vulgar stomach turning paraphernalia. First, let me put on the record that it is currently 87 degrees here in Fort misery Pierce, Florida, going to a high of predicted-90 degrees, and I am in here with a broken air conditioner, and the PHA is aware of this. If I suffer a medical catastrophe as a result, I will not stop until I am in the league financially, of distant cousin Donald. So trump that one, anyone that may wish to try, feel quite free, relatively free, here in great wonderful awesome America. Remember, I have never said they don’t tell you you’re free. This is what adds that extra, spice to the already existing dangers involved, with having this great evil super-power for an enemy, right Scott Ransom, Arthur Bancroft, and Radio Shack Repairman Technician ‘Joe’ as we will call him here. I listed those three huge things all together on my prior blog, to show that if you still don’t believe that I am being persecuted and that my entire life has been covertly ruined by this wicked evil empire, then you need to be wearing the ugly hats, NOT ME!You missed me Jane sleaze weeds disease of one-eleven PM on my computer clock. I have my little screen blocker up over it now, TEE-HEE-HEE Lilly-Jane. Now about the testing of one’s luck. This will sort of be TRS, or Today’s Revenge Secret, against this monster evil empire, and their monster evil stock market system, that all began spinning out of control, while my daughter was still twelve years old and about to become a teenager, and all this other stuff happened, on both Norris Avenue, and Grant Avenue, that ‘cannot be explained’, not by the Pope, not by Demi Moore, and not by seven mighty heavenly signs, or great movies either, straight off of the Lambrigg Cult’s doppelganger human world clubs out in Hollywood.

I have told in plain English, on many blogs over the past nearly eight years now, how to test your luck, average it, plot and graph it onto a chart on graph paper that you can buy at most any store that sells various items, from a grocery store to a large retail outlet. But what I never realized all throughout decades of both doing all of this as well as playing hypothetical or ‘paper’ roulette, where no real money is ever made or lost in other words; is that to accurately test this elusive mysterious thing that many call ‘LUCK’, and many hate the idea and claim it is not real and is an insult to their ‘GOD’, and to their religious beliefs; and that is all fine and well, and bullshit; but in any case, shall we move this along, good folks. The best way to measure this little thing in all of our lives, ‘short-term-luck’, I always used to wholeheartedly believe, was with a random 50-50 draw of a deck of playing cards for red and black cards, or for that matter, a toss of a balanced and totally fair coin. As time went on, I was able to more accurately show a reflection of these luck test scores, when averaged out of course with a moving numerous grouping of other ones that always precede a current test that is taken; with real life luck, so that if for example, you are showing to be at your highest personal luck on a particular day; say it is today to keep this lesson more enjoyable, and less boring for those many math haters out there; then if you go and play some casino game, you really should, if not too greedy, be able to come away a winner, with at least a small chunk of change rattling around in your pocket. Concentrically, playing at bad times, no matter what you do in a casino, forget it, you’re gonna’ fucking lose your shirt, shoes, and maybe walk out thinking you just played legal strip-poker in there, when all is said and done; that is if we can do a little Mike McNulty impression here, with his 1971 ever present and ever famous, ‘AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now let me get to the good part of all this before I truly successfully bore all of you to total death, good folks. You do not want to test your luck in any random way, not if you want to use this as a life matching indicator, so to help you do better in any and all situations that might pertain to chance and ‘gambling’. By the way, you do not need to be legally in a casino, nor doing anything related to playing games or even with money, to be ‘gambling’. A man takes a gamble every time he really likes a beautiful doll and screws up his courage to ask her out. He also does the same thing with the boss, for a raise, and on and on we can go. As stated, it may or it may not involve money, and games, but it does always involve chance-situations, hence, ‘GAMBLING’ is the word that fits, when I say that if you are attempting to mirror-image some kind of a test, to a real life connecting item. Now long ago, I used a hypothetical rotten roulette system, and they all are rotten systems eventually, but skipping that part of things; I said to myself, why not play the actual system on paper, when it wins big that day, be within an hour or less of a gaming table, and then go and play this system in real-life with real-$$$$$$. In reverse, when it craps out at home, you forget about playing that day. Well, that was all tried, and had its hay day as well as eventual failures as well. But I did remember and retain something about doing that, and it all came together a couple weeks ago, and who knows, maybe is why this death siege of 8-28 all began? It may or it may not be, all a dam non Yogi Berra coincidence. Who can ever know that? Still, let me push this along and keep discussing how a new luck testing method, may indeed really help a person to know when to, and when not to, do anything in real life, on a certain day or hour; based on low scoring on a test; or in the reverse; if the scoring is high, to indeed, TAKE THE GAMBLE, and risk doing it. Here is where I personally am currently in with all of this, with my Oprah-83-OWN, land or sea, yes or no, Mister Revere, from quite a while back; and another media and history hyped lie, by the way, as this never happened; and we will get back to that one, I promise you. Yes we are still thinking about you, Mike McNulty. But back now on a more serious note folks, here we go, © Office, as the old eighties song intro goes.

Before I tell this fairly wild story about the best way to test your luck, folks, it has gone down to eighty-one and a half degrees according to THE WEATHER BUG APP, on my computer, and also, WEEEEEEEEEEEE, the Public Housing Authority has successfully repaired my air conditioning unit, praise GODDESS, and the maintenance crew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They arrived around a quarter past one, and left at around three, it was quite a job, but they did a great one, good old paranoid me, hay, if you lived my life for 60 years, and were not like me, all I can say is that I would worry about you!!!!!

Now this might sound silly, but this is what you do. You have a system that you never will really play, but in the back of your mind, you sort of plan to play and use it ‘someday’ and thus it is important to you that it wins and does not lose, over time, pro-gamblers tend to refer to this, the old ones anyway, as ”long-run-play”. Built into that system there needs to be ONE THING THAT KILLS IT, so that when you are truly unlucky, those particular endless streaks of draws or wheel spins or whatever your method that you may personally wish to accomplish this luck testing goal with, will come flying in, and kill your system, and proves to you that only when you are in this extremely unlucky-mode, does this happen and at times where your luck is normal or better (normal plus) if you wish to say it like this; those streaks never happen. Here is what I do, and it is a system that I learned from a player in that magical year of 1984, if my memories are at all accurate, after half a lifetime of exposure to the Abduction Memory Loss THAT-FAMILY, forcing me not to trust in my memories, some of which I totally know now, have been messed with. Coming to mind here is Tennessee Avenue, on not one but on two occasions, the area in New York once owned by distant relatives of mine at least a large section of it, and houses off of the great interstate AKA 95, where things happen that go far beyond what I’d dare to even put onto my ”Unbloggable Page” in my 3.1 Open Office files. But back to the topic. This person was playing at the Tropicana Hotel Casino in Midtown Atlantic City, New Jersey, and you need not know the details, so you won’t be made privy to them, for my good, and your good, all train trips and Florida trips and EXPLORATRONS of the TYPE-3 nature, notwithstanding. What destroys this system is when number spin outcomes begin to continue to produce doubletons of right and wrong guesses. You never play the same outside bet twice, so one of 5 possible bets is made on each spin/turn, based on the past outcome number that always when not a 0 or a 00, will make three outside bets win as well as lose. These bets are RED, BLACK, EVEN, ODD, 1-18, AND 19-36. Those last two can be said as LOW or HIGH. This is how it appears on the layout however, as numbers. When an outcome shows that is not a green house number (0 or 00), you never repeat it, and can select any other of these five bets on the outside-bets-layout. If the number was 28 BLACK-EVEN-HIGH, you never bet the bet you just were on, so if you had bet black and won here, you now randomly choose that one of the other two outcomes will repeat, so you decide to bet on EVEN or on HIGH. If it loses by coming out number 32 and you had chosen to bet on LOW, your next bet reverses the operation, so you now randomly choose to bet that an opposite outcome will result, and bet on either ODD or on BLACK. This is because number 32 is a RED-EVEN-HIGH number, and you never repeat by betting LOW AGAIN, so opposite of the other two possible bets on a 32 number of EVEN and HIGH, is ODD and LOW. You then choose the bet of LOW, and now it wins. So you go with another opposite. It came out number 1, RED-ODD-LOW. You never repeat and you had just bet on the LOW, so now we can select either the opposite of RED or the opposite of ODD, this being either BLACK or EVEN, so we select EVEN. It comes out 35, BLACK-ODD-HIGH. We never repeat, and cannot bet the ODD/EVEN parameter, so we now reverse again as it just followed, so now we follow, and we can randomly choose to select the BLACK or the HIGH parameter, and so on and so forth. When your personal luck really sucks, this is when switching from following with this method, to choosing an opposite, with this method; DIES. Any system you create that is like this, DIES when your personal luck is major low and bad. If you tell people that four players with totally different systems, at a roulette table, literally based on their own personal magnetics as I have come to label this for 30 years almost; effects the actual numbers that pop up at the roulette table where they all are playing and interacting together as a group of players with various systems, a dealer, and a roulette wheel and ball; you will tell me I am crazy, and I know that. BUT, Library hack exploratron TAWF, I also know, it is the truth. You can call me an over grown squirrel, but it won’t frikkin’ make me one. Now by charting the units that you win or lose by doing this, and then get an average, it is quite accurate, and yet, there is a way to still improve this accuracy rating over a long run play. You need to have in force, a standard method of playing, as far as a bankroll. This is in units and no money conversions are applicable here, as these bets are a luck test, and so these roulette games are all paper or hypothetical games. Still, we enter the game and merely play it until we are stopped-out, to use a stock market term. To be stopped out, you bet one unit every time you begin, and every time you win a bet. But when you lose a bet, your next bet is 2 units. If you lose a 2 unit bet, your next bet is 4 units. If you lose a 4 unit bet, your final bet is 8 units. If you lose four bets in a row, caused by this one particular streak that strikes when luck is very very very Ingrid-1984 bad, speaking of 1984 systems in roulette, lovely Ingrid; you are STOPPED-OUT of the game. Take your winning units total, and subtract your minus 15 unit STOP-OUT, as 1+2+4+8=15, and this is your units of P&L, converted to merely a LUCK TEST SCORE. If you play this every day, and especially 3 times daily at various times, if you happen to be a serious gambler, and need to know your PERSONAL-LUCK-FACTOR at all times; then you now take your daily total, and every 5 days and every 10 days, average it out by adding the 5-day-total or the 10-day-total, and then do a third averaging that will slide and move every day beginning on day number 11. You simply average the current day, the 5 day, and the 10 day total, always rounding off to the nearest whole number on all totals, 0-4 rounds down, and 5-9 rounds up; a basic third grade arithmetic, or it should be. Let us not get into the south lagging behind the north with full school desegregation, GET THAT, from 2 years before INGRID and her great roulette system, wow is this fun, Kimmy Wild, Stacey Lattisaw, and Cindy Lauper. Looking gorgeous as ever Cindy, saw you here in Florida not long ago. I was in astral form, you didn’t see me, AHA MMCN sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poor Cindy, she didn’t make the Spell-Checker Microsoft list along with two great Mary Louise and Emmy Louise Madonna’s. Jeese Louise Surfer Fonty, no wave!

BANG BANG HOLLER HOLLER, my uncouth scum bag nabes are at it again, beginning around half past 3 and now it is nearly four; OBVIOUSLY BEING INFLUENCED TO TO THIS, FOR THE SAKE OF THAT FUCKING ROTTEN MONSTER ASS DOW JONES INPUSSTRIAL AVERAGE WICKEDNESS!!!!!!!!!

WATCH IT GO UP 1000 POINTS BY END OF SEPTEMBER, AND 5000 POINTS BY END OF THIS YEAR. MARK THESE WORDS DOWN, GOOD FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

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Before I begin to get into anything, the peeps never came to repair the unit, hopefully tomorrow; but my problem with the Dow Jones may result in my perishing in here, and if it does; naturally, WALL STREET IS totally responsible for my torture and demise, just as I have mother fucking claimed all along.

Folks, I sincerely do not apologize for all my fowl mouth ranting, and some really nasty and disgusting things that I have recently said. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE DESERVES THIS AS WELL AS THIS TIMES TEN TO THE POWER OF A THOUSAND FUCKING MORE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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FOLKS, I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS, SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US; FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER THINK OF TO ASK ME; BUT NOT TODAY ON THIS BLOG. WE’RE BUSY ON OTHER TOPICS FOR THE TIME BEING DOGS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! Just not right now, I am very tired, and it is very late. But I will be explaining a lot about how these T3E-ED, beginning with the greatest one of all, Misses Marola, from 1969.

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[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I’m Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What’s wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	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
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

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Now I see why I was awakened with major stomach cramping from the WOMO, between 10 and 11 this morning. Forget about the fucking stomach pains, THIS IS HOW THEY GET THEIR DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING MARKETS TO ENDLESSLY AND VERY CROOKEDLY AT MY ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING EXPENSE; TO GO ENDLESSLY AND UNRELENTINGLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!! By wrecking my air conditioner, and keeping me BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR, starting cunt eating fucking cock chewing 28 AUGUST, 2013, ON THIS NEW HELL NIGHTMARE FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT, THE WOMO MILI-2-FORCE CAN BREAK THE 500 BARRIER; AND NOW YOU WILL SEE IT GOING STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING UP AGAIN, TO 20,000 POINTS, BEFORE IT EVEN THINKS ABOUT CUNT EATING SLOWING DOWN, SO JUST MARK IT DOWN, NOT ‘MARKET DOWN’. YES, MARK MY PUSSY CHEWING FUCKING WORDS, GREAT FOLKS OUT HERE, YO YO!!!!!! YOU’LL FRIKKIN’ SEE!

OK, so it is down to cases, and the three things, all TOLD TOGETHER. FINE, THE WOMO WANTS TOTAL FUCKING WAR WITH ME WITH THIS AUGUST 28 FUCKING ATTACK THAT IS OFF ALL FUCKING DIALS AND SCALES, THEN, AS I SAID TO THE U.S. © OFFICE IN AN OLD SONG, ”HERE WE GO”!!!!

Now that I have totally caught my breath from being the biggest windbag of the blog-world, and watching so much stair-chase activity in Suffolk County, New York in the early seventies, through some wild type of unknown psychic activities that resonate throughout this mighty TAWF family; WHSEEEEEEUU, let us tell these three things, and be done with it, bing, bong, bang, boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, I’ll list them, because there is no way a rational mind can tell me, they all can happen to me, and I don’t have real honest enemies doing me in all these years, something that is always argued most when I try screaming out for fucking cunt eating help to anybody, tell us why you, and why so fucking long, Mountainpen, as it makes no sense, and then there’s Judge Judy. Fine, but the world is filled with authority peeps like this, and she is not the exception but rather, fits right into the crowd of those who govern over all of us. My story makes no sense and I’m the first one to fucking admit to this, but therefore to quote her, IT IS NOT TRUE? Well, sorry girl, IT IS FRIKKIN’ TRUE, and I’ve got nothing to gain here, and I am not mentally ill. We all have some problems in this fucked up world, and mine are horrendous with all this shitsapookna going on around me for all of my life, but I know I AM NOT NUTS, AND FUCK ALL OF YOU WHO CALL ME ONE, AND I TOO AM STATING MY PERMITTED OPINION HERE. Now it’s my turn, everybody, so AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA MMCN SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome now to MYplaypen, Mariah, Judy, and other Morians, Lessians, and Inbetweenians, YO YO YO YO YO YO, BOO, Warren, and Benny, and Roy’s ex-girl on Fast Island!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT DISNEY!

Here it is quick, and then following it will be a relatively quick refresher on these three major violations of my MOTHER FUCKING CIVIL LIBERTIES.

I came home from a 29 hour straight shift at my security job before the government made it illegal to work that kind of a straight shift, and we all know they are not going to stop until they run every fucking aspect of our lives from how and when we fuck our spouses to what shoes to wear and how many times to brush your fucking hair follicles. I was living in Mullica, just east of Hammonton, in New Jersey, on the WHITE HORSE PIKE or ‘Route-30’, at Jenny Plageman’s Mullica Mobile Manor, garbage fucking trailer park. I came home to agents who had broken into my place and broke almost every piece of electronic equipment that was in there. The repair shop operated by Tandy Corporation, in Berlin, New Jersey, told me and I quote, the units were indeed traumatized. This was a direct quote from the head technician there earlier in this century, while I still was employed by ‘Assets Protection’ of ‘Pendell, Pennsylvania’. I was told in the late eighties, by a licensed New Jersey realtor, that, and I quote him; ”Very powerful people are disgruntled with you Mark, and are preventing you from being able to sell your HUD home in Camden New Jersey”. I illegally recorded it on tape, and back then; my car, my house, my phones; were all bugged up by me. It runs in this family, huh McGuire/Kennedy/1600 PA-AVE?????? And they all blamed innocent poor R.M. Nixon, my big hero. Sure he was a crook, who the fuck in WASH-DOC 13-600 AIN’T FOR GOD SAKES HENRY SCHOOLSHOOTS?????????????????? Just YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do you think they make the legal age of sexual consent so low, 13, in Washington, you dumb mother fuckers who are so convinced old Mountainpuke is a nut case shit fucking head???????????????????????? Then around the time that my daughter was in the twelfth grade, I was living in Woodlynn, New Jersey, and was busy with my own connections with the great AT&T true Whitney nightmare voice Corporation. I had a man named Arthur Bancroft, who was quite high up in the firm; tell me that I am indeed being messed with by the government; and that there is absolutely nothing that I can ever do to get it stopped. He was the Chief Lineman who was over at my rented home, at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue. You know what peeps? If I don’t sign off, between writing all of this fucking glass fully empty TWINBAY nightmare horror show shitsapookna, and the heat in this room; so that their DJIA could CROSS OVER back above the fucking fifteen and a half mark, as every 500 basis points is a crucial fucking level in the DJIA, if not for any other reason, but for investor psychology and big-business confidence boosting, but if I don’t sign off now; I may just get a bunch of chemicals together, and light up half of fucking FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE FUCKING ASS HAD IT, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!

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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.

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

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

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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? Signed, da’ Mountainpen.

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CHAPTERS1-3, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I CANNOT, SINCEI AM FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR NOW, TWO DAYS BACK 2 BACK; WITH THIS OFF THE FUCKING SCALE ATTACK, THAT BEGAN ON AUGUST 28, 2013, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUGE ENDLESS STOCK MARKET RALLY CONTINUES,

JUST EXACTLY AS I SAID THAT IT WOULD, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK; AS ‘THEY’ PUT ME THROUGH TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL LAST WEEK, AND GAINED ANOTHER 3 HUNDRED POINTS AS A RESULT!!

I KEEP RIGHT ON TELLING THEM ALL, GIANT GINA!!!!

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I TOOK ANOTHER HUGE FUCKING ATTACK AND ASSAULT, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, MIAMI AND JACKSONVILLE FIELD FUCKING OFFICE, AND FLORIDA STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE. IT ALL STARTED AT SHY OF EIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING EVENING. HUGE HORRIBLE ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING JET CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THIS AREA POPPED UP OUT OF NOWHERE, THEN A HUGE COMPUTER ATTACK LATTISAW JACK HACK, ALSO STRUCK, WHILE TRYING TO WORK THE MACHINE. MICROSUCKS IN LEAGUE WITH WOMO, MADE THE SYSTEM TURN ON, AT 8 ON THE NOSE, WITH THEIR UPDATES CRAP. THEN I LOOKED OUT OF MY WINDOW, WHILE GETTING UP AND COMING OVER HERE TO THE COMPUTER; AND EVEN THOUGH THE SUN HAD SET, BRIGHT HUGE LIT UP DAYTIME AREAS WERE ALL OVER THE BUILDING ABOVE ME, AS UP THERE, IT IS NOT SUNSET TIME YET. IF I HAD A VIDEO FUCKING SYSTEM AND KNEW HOW TO MOTHER FUCKING OPERATE IT LIKE OTHER FOLKS DO, I WOULD HAVE HAD A VIRAL MOTHER FUCKING VIDEO, OR REALLY, NO I WOULD NOT, AS YOUTUBE, IN LEAGUE WITH GOOGLE-MICROSUCKS, HAS A BLOCKADE ON MY STUFF. ANYONE CAN SEE IT. THERE IS A HUGE QUESTION MARK AFTER THE VIEW COUNT ON MY NIGHTMARE FUCKING SONG? THE ACTUAL COUNT SHOULD READ SEVENTEEN (17) VIEWS, WITH NO QUESTION MARK. ALL OTHER VIEWS ARE ME WATCHING MY OWN STUFF, AND MY TRYING TO LINK UP OR SHARE THE VIDEO WITH BLOG SITES, & THEY SHOULD HAVE A WAY TO FILTER THE MOTHER FUCKING COUNTER WHEN IT IS THE COMPUTER THAT UPLOADED THE VIDEO, THAT HAS CLICKED TO VIEW IT, NOT COUNTING IT. THEN THEY ADD A LOT OF SYMBOLS LIKE PLUSSES AND QUESTION MARKS, & THIS ENTIRE THING IS A VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING CIVIL RIGHTS, AND IS JUST FOR THE RICH PEOPLE, AS ARE ALL THINGS, FROM FUCKING CHEATED ASS WALL STREET, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MAIN STREET! This may be old MORIANITY, but how does something ageless, ever become old? This is what fucking frightens me so much, I know my HELL IS ENDLESS, IT HAS SWALLOWED UP DEATH ITSELF, UNLIKE WITH MOST FOLKS, WHERE DEATH MERCIFULLY AND EVENTUALLY SWALLOWS UP THEIR HELL.

I NEED YOUR HELP, MIZZ A.G., BIG TIME!!!

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I WAS TAKEN BACK TO PROVINCE ”WEIRD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done totally against my will, as it was in late June of fucking pussy huffing two thousand and dick eating eight. For those that may not have a clue, this is a condition-interaction of the Astral-Plane, so far away from the normal interactions of Province-Olympia, that no words would be usable here, it would be the distance of about a quintillion orbits around the hypersphere universe of ours while we’re awake on this so-called, “Physical-Plane”. Diana was with me, and the LAMBRIGG CULT forced an unconditional surrender, but this is all old news. When I was sleeping on Wednesday early afternoon, I was very near THE GREAT CITY, AKA SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. When I came out of this incredible beyond awesome experience, I balled like a little mother fucking baby, that I was back here on the Earth again, physically alive. Sarah Krassle’s city is so beyond words, and is so beautiful, no words can be spoken ever on this mortal waking realm, to do it the smallest bit of justice. You need to be able to remember it here in waking life, and maybe you are all better off not remembering it; as all that is on my mind 24-7-365.2422 is suicide, so that I can be with my giant lovely teen queen, Jehovah, in her wonderful city. I am going to sign off and cry some more now. Have a hell of a better day than I will good folks. BYE-BYE wicked world!!!

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Now the ending of PART-5 of MORIANITY, brought you up to speed enough to get you thinking a little bit, about my entire life, and many of the wild outlandish characters that are all a major part of it, and occasionally, a minor part. I have not altered in my personality one day since 1969. I have the exact same mindset that I had then, and this may sound as wild and bizarre as bathing yourself in a tub of toothpaste, and shampooing your hair with a pan of cake badder, but it is gospel truth, as if I was sent back to 1969 right now this second, I could go back and live there at the age of fourteen, as easily as I am typing these words while breathing the air around me. The same defiant youth who did his best to NOT DO HIS BEST, in that Memorial Day School Play, is right here, doing THE ADFULT BVERSION of the BOOK OF BEACH, right now, called MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now good folks, here is the situation for all of you, as well as the great famous INSPECTOR LOUIGEE KENT HENDERSON:

YOU MISSED ME, JANE WHORE DISEASE-WEEDS SLEAZE!!! Ha-Ha-Ha, Icabod bug-rug Crane, and Art Crane, and all o the nine hundred trillion seconds, notwithstanding here!!!!!

THAT BOY, and this means something major to HER, regarding ME!

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He was last seen with his friend, a drummer he resembles, George Harrison, of the Beatles, but he wears his hair, tied in a small bow at the back.

I love him, but it embarrasses me, to walk down the streets with him. He lives in Brooklyn somewhere, and wears this white crash helmet.

He has golden chains on his leather jacket, and on the back, are written the names, Mary, and Mom, and Hells Angels.

I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him, tell him; I’m in the park with my girlfriend, and please,

Tell him Angela and I, don’t want the ‘two dollars’ back, just you.

She was as clueless as American Kimmy Weirdchords, as to just how far out my so-called ‘BOOK’ of the new-beach, really was destined to be, AKA ”MORIANITY FOR M-3”!!!!!!!!

W——O——W.

Now about TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS and the various factions of them, being from the highest group downward, scientists, educators, recorders, witnesses, and adjusters. I was told in a powerful place, the great Astral-Plane Briggbase, out in eternity, that these are the 5 groups of them from the MOST POWERFUL AND IN-CHARGE, down to the fifth level in what they call, ‘THE SOCIETY’ or what I label now as the ESS, as below these five actual groupings of cooperating organized travelers on a mission, there are many individualized travelers with T-3-E abilities, and this lower level 6, is considered by the Lambrigg Cult folks, the lowest level, and they even jokingly call them, the LOW-SIXERS, reminding me for the most part, of the Pro Philly Basketball Club, unfortunately, as I was very happy those few years that they seemed to win a few dam ass games. But LEVEL-2, the ESS-2, the EDUCATORS, what is this REALLY all about? Well, do you have a few fucking years to read a billion words? Of course not, nor do I have the energy right now at this moment to write them. I will tell you that something is going on with Mikey, I do not know what, just that it has to do with his family, and he has driven down to Miami, and will be back early Saturday afternoon, and will be calling me about a Sunday get-together up on the island at his brother Joe’s real estate empire. Nothing like distant cuzz Donald and his real estate empire however. Funny huh? One minute we all hear about his newest troubles, then it is all suddenly just forgotten, like POOF, and now we all hear all this horse shit about some new hotel he is building. What a fucking dirty rotten cock sucker this arrogant old bastard is. Oh well, better him than me. I would not be him for all the love in the cat house, and that WOULD BE A DEVLISH FUCKING TEMPATION. I do admit to my weakness of loving gorgeous fucking women, and my life has been very starved for love and sex, so I feel I have every right to be who I am, and not to be embarrassed about admitting to it. This mother freaking HUNTINGTON CURSE is one huge pile of HELL for me to endlessly emmereffing endure, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

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FOLKS, I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS, SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US; FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER THINK OF TO ASK ME; BUT NOT TODAY ON THIS BLOG. WE’RE BUSY ON OTHER TOPICS FOR THE TIME BEING DOGS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! Just not right now, I am very tired, and it is very late. But I will be explaining a lot about how these T3E-ED, beginning with the greatest one of all, Misses Marola, from 1969.

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[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I’m Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What’s wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	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
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
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EPILOGUE MORIANITY PART 5, MOVING TO CALIFORNIA

September 15, 2013

EPILOGUE OF MORIANITY-PART 5

TOTAL PROOF BEYOND ANY DOUBT OF MY RIGHTS BEING TOTALLY VIOLATED BY THE FORCES OF BIG BUSINESS, JUST AS ADA RON WIRTZ CCPO TOLD ME EARLY IN THE NINETEEN-NINETIES AT HIS PROSECUTOR OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY.

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MY CIVIL AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, MY FIRST AMENDED CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ARE IN MAJOR JEOPARDY, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME?
FOLKS, CLICK ONTO THE SECOND TO THE LAST BLOG WHERE I PROVE TO YOU THAT BY CLICKING ONTO THE DOW JONES CHARTS ”ONE MONTH” SHOWN AS ‘1 m’ YOU CAN SEE HOW THE ATTACK ON ME IS TOTALLY REFLECTIVE WITH THE REALITY OF THE ACTIVITIES AND TRADES ON WALL STREET. IT BOTTOMED OUT RIGHT AS THEY POURED ON THIS MAJOR INTENSE DEATH SIEGE FOR MANY MANY DAYS, AFTER IT GOT SO BAD, ALL 1983 WILD TUNES NOTWITHSTANDING, U.S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE.
SO I WAS JUST UP ON THAT BLOG, AND THE CHARTS HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED BY SOMEONE, OBVIOUSLY BY THE WALL STREET FRIEND AND PARTNER, MICROSOFT-BLOGGER, THEMSELVES. YET IF YOU GO INTO MY OWN DOCUMENTS, THE CHARTS WILL STILL SHOW UP WHEN YOU LOOK BACK TO THOSE DOCUMENTS.
THEY WILL KILL FUCKING ME, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, BEFORE THEY’LL ALLOW ME TO PRIVE THE CRIME AGAINST MY PERSONAL PART OF HUMANITY, FOR 30 YHEARS, WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION TO KEEP THEIR FIXED AND DISEASED ECONOMY RUNNING ENDLESSLY BULLISH AND STRONG. THIS IS TOTAL CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, AND NOW MICROSOFT HAS BECOME MOTHER FUCKING COMPLICID IN IT, AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY AM ABLE TO SECURE ME AN ATTORNEY TO FIGHT ALL THIS AND SUE FOR 50 BILLION SMACKS SOMEDAY, THIS PLAYS RIGHT INTO MY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HANDS.
THANKS FOR BEING MORE PART OF THE PROBLEM THAN THE SOLUTION, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG. ANYONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE IS IN BIG TROUBLE AND STANDS IDLY BY WHILE EVIL PERSISTS AND GROWS, IS AN ENCORAGER OF SOCIOLOGICAL CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU SEE, FBI, THEY HAVE TAKEN MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VITIMIZATION OF THEIR CRIMES, AND VIOLATED THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET CHARTS, SO ANY REAL SYMATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND CLICK ONTO A ONE MONTH CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE DONE TO ME SINCE 1986 NOW, THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A HUMAN LIFE.

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_{EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY OF FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!}

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00204, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.

MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION, BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!

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WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE DAM JUPITER LIGHTHOUSE, CHANNEL 12, GEE WILIGARS,

and Why did you do to this to me, Jerry Camera Korn Art Bell?

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Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

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SIMPLE, FOLKS, THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, WHO ELSE????

By By for now, big SARAH-CALLIO-COW-KALI-KAL.

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_{There is no way to win, and since my old pal, Jerry Brown, who kicked Mister Muscles out of office, has made the minimum wage ten dollars hourly in his great state, I am getting packed up tonight, throwing this computer off the jetty and into the drink, and heading for mother fucking sunny CALIFORNIA. When Mikey gets from his Miami trip, he will soon learn that I have gone, and left for better pastures. I can get a security-guard license out there, live in a public housing building out there, get better care as Florida ranks quite low in the national average, and get a nice ten dollar per hour 16 hour security job to supplement my lousy 995 in bennies now, 16 in food and 979 in SSD. But with another 1000 monthly, two instead of one, merely working a soft job for two days, I can tell the world to go to fucking hell, no more family, no more blogs, no more fucking evil daughters on my back, or educational exploratron technicians, or whatever they really may be, you all mighty creators and gods of the great DSM-5. Bye-Bye and good mother fucking riddance.}

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_{This FLORIDA SHIT has been total fucking HELL!}

_{Time to toss this bullshit right into the cosmic ‘L&O’ trashcan!!}

No texting and driving there Ruby Rosa so lovely, and yes folks, I am SO ADDAHERE HARRY FREAKING CALLAS, but my link to blogger is still as follows:

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BYE BYE BYE YO YO YO YO AND BOO 2U2 WARREN AND ALL OTHERS IN THE CLAN, no not that clan!!!!!

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EPILOGUE TO PART 5

September 15, 2013

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Sunday, September 15, 2013

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