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TAPE 25,837

May 31, 2014

WOW GOOD FOLKS, and MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB BULLSHIT; did I have a wild attack from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE at cunt sniffing 9:51 on the Friday evening, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll tell about it in a second.

HOLY NON-HILLY CALL-10 (CALLIO) FAM, this is totally mother fucking Mack Camp Counselor 1967-1968 summers RE-DICK-AL-ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX to you too, lovely hot Louise, and you thought I was a fucking fagot Mister Tibbs. This world needs love, not that sicko perv type that Tommy Studderboy Reale of Somers Sicko Point is into, YO BRAH!

…TAPE 25,837…

THE BAD NEWS Microsucks Corporation,strikes again. Well, to be more in tune with the great awesome William Harner of Pine Hill, New Jersey, I suppose they merely perpetually insist on being SALLY. You know, Judge Pruce; they’re SAYIN’ SOMETHING all the time, WEEEEEEEEEE!

Folks, I wonder quite seriously right about now up in here; just what would your problem be, Doctor Rosythroats, of Northeast Philadelphia; if you had 13,000 mother fucking years of perfect, or near perfect memories???????????????? 1984 was 20 seconds ago to me, so go say AHHHHHHHHH and quit calling my mother. And the sixties and HTH School and its 200 times of loops without the fags and fruits, Archie Bunker and Heinz Gottwald; was an hour back for me. SHEEEEEEIT.

”SSSSSOOOOOOOO”, Mister Crane, old coworker buddy; who Paula King Senior, almost ran down that day; along with me, in 1994; at that other ”disaster parking lot of New Jersey”; just a mile or two east, on the same highway, called ‘Black Horse Pike’, in the great Washington Township Walmart Parking Lot; yes old pal, I am wondering if that relief clause where I can apply for a stop to this fucking game, lays with you, and all of your ANTINASS buddies; the tire shooters, and the laser blinders; and all manner of other nice stuff, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???? Hay, what else is new (WEIN) same shit different day (SSDD) same old same old (SOSO). Sometimes I just type it all in as, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!

Some people know that I do not proof-read my blogs. There are only 1,440 minutes in a day, and each one is very mother fucking precious to me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am sitting on my bed after a short afternoon nap, watching a little mother fuckiGN TV, and it appeared as a lightning bolt was right outside my window, gorgeous pinkish white, and so awesome. I went to open up my blinds and shut out the lights in the room; and a noisy aerial vehicle had just taken off in the north at the Fort Pierce Airport, and came right over me, and veered off to the left of my north, or to their west; and there was no thunder clap at all. Yes Microsoft Corporation, Allberries may be behind this, or any-berries; rotten, good, Rodden, or BLUCRAN’S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you just say, Mister Mackey and mister Macy?????????????? SSSSSOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane, of the Antinass Club, of the covertly hidden sub-chapter known as the great and powerful Thompson Consumer Electronics, of Deptford, New Jersey, in 1991, old friend; WHAT WILL THEY DO TO ME NEXT, WE ALL MUST WONDER????

YOU RANG, ROCKDROID ADAMS BLUE AND CRAN RODDENS.

DDDDDDDDDDD, NOT ALWAYS THE SAME OLD SONG, B—U—T, SOMETIMES IT REALLY IS JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some hacking tonight, but not as bad as I would have expected, Mister FCC Bob McDowell, sir, and pal from 1972; after that strange outlandish spurious event out my window a while ago, YO!

“BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING, BRING, BRING IT”; all of you great powerful wovwee TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER AND JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU FOLKS, BUT DON’T LISTEN, THAT’S TOTALLY COOL AND FINE BY ME, HUH LOVELY GINA???????????????????????????

BY JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU THIS WEEK WOULD BE LIKE THIS, LAST WEEKEND, DID ANYONE LISTEN TO ME?

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH MONSTER ASS GOD DAM PERSECUTION!!!!!!!

I HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO MAKE A POINT FOLKS

SO BEAR WITH ME IF I SEEM TO ACT A LITTLE MORONIC AND STUPID!!!!!!!

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!

EXPLORATRONS

MAY 30, 2014,

LATE FRIDAY NIGHT, AT 11:38,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.

92% HUMIDITY.

Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool. You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LATER WE DISCUSS BOTH MY DAUGHTERS!

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TAPE 25,836

May 30, 2014

O—H >>>>>>> S—H—I—T

DON’T KICK THE FUCKING CRAP OUT OF ME MISTER RODNEY SERLING, OR ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS ON THE SYFY TWILIGHT ZONE NEW YEARS DAY MARATHON OF 2012. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I’LL BE A PIPER PICKLED PIP PEPPER ALONG WITH A PEE POD, BEFORE I WILL ALLOW THESE MOTHER FUCKING MONKEY CUM SWALLOWERS TO GET THE BAST OF ME AND WRECK MY CUNT CHEWING LIFE TO SHIT CUBED, AND SIT BACK, AND NOT EXACT MAJOR RETALIATION BY BLOGGING TO THE PUBLIC AND TO EVER MAY BE LISTENING, AS WELL AS SHOUTING OUT FOR ENDLESS HELP TO THE LOCAL AND STATE AND FEDERAL AUTHORITIES, EVEN THOUGH IT WILL FALL ON INTENTIONALLY DEAF EARS FOREVER. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SCREAM, SCREAM, AT 12:28 IN THE COCK SUCKING FUCKING MORNING. I LIVE WITH ANIMALS BROUGHT UP IN BARNYARDS, BUT THIS APPLIES TO EVERYWHERE I HAVE LIVED FOR THE MOST PART, SO IT IS MORE THAN JUST HERE, AND IS AS BIG AS THE FUCKING FIFTH DIMENSION AND THOSE FARTING THE SHIT AROUND IN IT, THINKING IT FUNNY TO COVERTLY INJURE ENTIRE LIVES AND WIPE THEM OUT, 24-7-365.2422. TOMORROW I TALK TO R.M. DEBBIE, AND TELL HER I AM E-MAILING THE LOCAL TELEVISION NETWORKS, THE HELLISH STORY OF LIVING HERE AT THIS PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, AND WE WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT!

…TAPE 25,836…

THE BAD NEWS NEIGHBORHOOD ASSAULT ON ME,strikes again. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!

Yes Rodney, without any Marola teachers or school plays of 45 years ago today, on 05/31/1969; or other wild human-mind antics of the world of Helen Carey Foley Markey; Mister Serling Sir; it is more than high mother fucking time I tell the story of Patty-Paula King Junior, AKA my wonderful hyperspace daughter, PEE!

“Because you loved Diana, I’ll spare the world for a while”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not exactly a quoted sentence, made up of eleven words strung together, as all sentences are some number of strung together words of two or more; but yes, I’ll admit it Mommy-Dearest, and Phyllis Hillock the great from 1977; not something you’re going to fucking hear every day while sitting on a park bench, YO. Until the shit that happens to fucking me, happens to you; you really shouldn’t fucking judge me or my level of sanity, whoever you might be out there in the world, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE; and what a pity that I was not able to techno-pop her, 13,000 years ago; and make a lovely cool song out of it. Another song is coming to mind Cousin Carol Moog, “That’s Life”. SHEEEEEEEEEIT, how’bout, ‘THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES’, oh yeah, titles cannot be chain reacted, copyrighted, or struck twice in th eland of myths and great Manhattan fucking ass sky-scrappers! Oh the gods, we found out; Diana was telling me the truth, and not teasing her little boy. We found this out, and all in living (NBC-color)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAY 30, 2014,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 11:52,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.

I fucked up, the high was only 87 with a humidity of 86% yesterday, bad enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, lovely Twinbay, 87 beats 92, unless you’re a human oven, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Now let’s talk about my wonderful daughter PEE. If you cannot be open minded, maybe skipping this blog will be a good deal for you, but then who knows? What you’re about to hear may be shocking, but it just might take those ”on the fence” and bring them around to fall onto the side of Morianity instead of Lessianity!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometime early this century and millennium, centuries begin in the one year and millenniums begin at the zero year, in case you did not know; but somewhere into both of these, maybe three years or so; I fell into a very deep and restful sleep, and then before it was time to wake up, using mortal world terminology; I found myself outside of a place that resembled a school, in a place I was not really sure of but just felt it was fairly local to my residence. I was living in Jenny Plageman’s shit hole trailer at the time and probably working for Assets Protection Security Company of Pendell, PAUSAESMWG, on the GRIFFIN PIPE job site, a place in Florence Township that made the large water pipes for municipal utility companies. This was no coincidence. The ESS needed me to be there, so they could work their magic of HSE (HYPER-SPACE-EFFECTS). One of these was the coming to know that I had two daughters, one here, and one in localized hyperspace; and that this was all part of the wild roller coaster ride I had been on cosmically, all of my human present-me-lifetime, whether I knew it or was totally clueless to it at this time where I had this nocturnal experience that I am about to talk about now, good peeps, YO. All things connect in an energetic realm, and are therefore dreamed down all connected in a fifth dimensional material realm of hyperspace parallel universes. Einstein and all the others came close to seeing Morianity, but this time period here is still not ripe for the fruit harvest of total Morianity to be revealed and accepted as pure undeniable fact by the global population. Well without my ‘scatterbraining’ all over the county here, and getting the great and powerful Mizz EGGHEAD TERRYHARBORS all peed off, Ann King; ass back in the days of Midge the adorable dog; Terry was one of Ann’s wild weird friends, who called me a ‘scatter-brain’. This is because she is clueless to the fact that if you try and tell my life in any straight up way, in time, you’ll be in need of a padded cell to knock your brains around in, it just won’t fucking work, Terry ‘Buttwiper’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poor Richard and his Almanac is alive and well this early Friday PUKE-FOOD day, right Hal Lindsey, and Junior??????????????????

The fucking cock sucking (`~ HACK) is visiting me, old pal, Bob FCC McDowell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Diana told me, by the way; to buy two thick-clips, attach a piece of small cut cardboard from any number of sources from food product packaging to the back on a notebook pad; and place them on each side of my computer monitor; now why didn’t my fucking retarded stupid ass brain think of that one, lovely LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Believe this shit isn’t real all you want to, great people, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

The word at the top of this paragraph, was hacked just as back in 2007 blogs, the TWO was made TOW!

Well, Without a lot more time wasting yadayadayada bullshit; let us get this powerful DREAM about PEE! I was visiting this incredible girl of about 6 years of age, and she was at this wild school type of place, that wasn’t a real school; and that is all I knew. Also, all my adult life, I used to drive through this town called Egg Harbor City, in Jersey, in recurring dreams, and was always trying to find a school there, the gods only know why, as I sure didn’t,m and so I am not being one bit humorous or cute, D-FAM! You’re my coworker huh; it beats being my mom.

Now I am pretty sure Jane Shit-Pants Notfondauonebit will nail me if I do not use some fucking cunt filler lines now, so let me put some up, PWEEEEEZE. TANKS BRO!!!!!!!!!!

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Now this gets good, and I only wish it was all made up, it would have saved me a thousand major crying breakdowns in the solitude of night and bed time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I suddenly was in this building and was speaking to this amazing child who was more dazzling and incredible than any words could hope to tell. She had been given a computer, and had in a few months time, invented the most wild unfathomable item in th eentire world. Somewhow, you attached this STANDPAD into it, and anything or anyone within about 800 pounds, would be literally turned into zeros and ones, and then sent through the internet and you could go to wherever a sending station computer would be attached and accepted the transmission. They had build some all over the county in this wild experience but the government came in and it was all hush hushed and classified immediately. Like gee, are we surprised, something like this in the free world could indeed cause disastrous and unspeakable situations, if misused by bad people. I had learned also, that this was my daughter, Patty-Paula King. Some items in the King and Callio and McGuire family branches were a bit altered in that parallel universe; and numerous things happened there that never did here, and happened here that never did there. One was that I was told by a professor who worked for the government and had been assigned to this place that later I learned was the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City; that in a very close universe, Pee had not been born as her mother miscarried. Instantly, while dreaming, I remembered that dream from just a few months earlier; where indeed Paula King had come over to 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, where in that universe I never left and had been there from May 1, 1980 all the way through the early years of this new century. She had come by taxi to tell me that we had lost my daughter. I asked her to stay but she said that she was not willing to stay with me; and we had been having our differences in that universe ever since the day that we met in the nineteen sixties. Now in this parallel universe, PEE was delivered, and like her giant mother, was already quite the little giant, even at age 6 or whatever she was. She had been placed in this DC because she broke into the home of the New Jersey State Policeman who had shot me to death, and yet she knew I was just a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, or someone from that parallel universe that was dreaming through whoever I was dreaming through. I began as I was there with her, recalling all of these other parallel universe experiences, or other DREAMS. It seems that I was going to make a deal with the head of the state police and Governor’s Office not to tell a huge secret, something that I had witnessed on a Stone Harbor, New Jersey jetty with the governor and a friend of the governor. I will not get specific, it is very dangerous shit. This officer rolled up on the call where other officers told me to meet them. It was a deserted place. I knew I was going to be killed and tried to make a run for it, and this huge black officer drew his gun and shot me in the back, dead, in that universe. This left PEE without a father. I do exist over here, and she knows this perfectly well. PEE got me alone in her large special and delightfully decorated ”private cell”. This cell had an attachment into an annex that connected a brand new structure that had been built next to the HDC as a huge government laboratory, experimenting with PEE’s invention, and really, with PEE as well. The 2090 military of the USA already has hundreds of members that are ESS, and they are back here through all of so many possible family-doppelgations as they call it, going into their own grandsons and great grandsons that are in today’s military and back as far as 1985. PEE except for her 9 hours in her private cell, was free to go anywhere she wanted in this huge lab that was being made larger continually. The rear area even here in this universe is all open woods for miles around, back behind or to the north of the HDC (Harborfields Detention Center). This place does indeed appear as a school, for anyone who wishes to see the place, you simply drive to Route 561 into Egg Harbor city, in New Jersey. It is just a tad bit distance to the east of Philadelphia Avenue, the main drag in E.H. City. It is near both the Roundhouse museum where my pal Roy Carl Weiler Senior is connected to in numerous ways and wrote a great book about that you can get if you Google up the museum or him; and also the grammar school nearby on Philadelphia Avenue where Leticia Tilley went to school; or the middle school, there are a few schools out in that area. The high school is a bit further away in Egg Harbor Township to the south, or westward there are some, and eastward as well towards Atlantic City. Through distant relations too complex t get into, Leticia Tillie is a cousin of Ann and Dawn and Joe and Ann’s other daughter from Manhattan, I cannot ever remember all the names, Joe King has a daughter Gemma, it goers on and on and on, and not ON AN DON AN DON, asshole fucking hackers!!!!!!!!!!!!! I either misspelled Joe Kings daughter’s name or Microsucks is too stupid to recognize that name. This is one huge family, when you start tying in many cousins and many in-laws with just the King-Callio-McGuire clan, and from there, Mayor Levy through his wife as well is part of this family, and there are branches all over the world, some on many of the islands, even lovely ‘Portarico’; however it is spelled. I am a rotten speller, and Microsucks has a rotten Spell-checker program. I said OF THE ILLANDS, hacker fuckiGN scumbag, not ‘ODF’.

So in this wild ”DREAM”, PEE broke into the home of this officer and beat the hell out of him, and somehow an alarm got tripped and other officers surrounded the place. Before it was all over, she had knocked around about ten really big fully frown cops, at the age of six or seven, before she was eventually restrained. She was originally sentenced in that parallel universe to detention until age 18, but was freed 2 years earlier, in exchange for working with the government over in that other world, to develop her unbelievable wild inventions and programs, MOGOSP, and COPYSINGVOICE, and many others. Now, my wonderful PEE in that universe, attends a nearby college, one that it seems my pal PP has made some friends in. You go Mister Pedersen. You’re the greatest songwriter on this mother fuckiGN planet, and I never ever will take that away from you on my blogs, I promise, buddy. You can hate me forever if you want to, but I hope you win 100 Gramophone Awards or however it was shortened into in the last half dozen decades of space-time (STM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got your cool e-mail on the linked-in. I really do believe in you, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This just breaks the ice on things with PEE, and doesn’t even begin to do that about her wonderful cool mom. Paula King is no ordinary daughter of John King of Atlantic City, New Jersey. This is a highly advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) that indwells her most of the time, especially in Atlantic City the first Saturday in July of 1969, and then again in WILL-l AM-ST-OWN, in late June, of 1996. She may or may ot have wanted to OWN THE LAND, OPRAH AND STACEY, who can ever know what is in the heart of another ‘entity’ or old world word, PERSON!!!!!!!!!! WHO CAN YOU EVER REALLY TRUST? At any time at all; someone may be under the power, or spell; to use old world words, of a T3E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2014 has been as bad as the late eighties years when this shit all fucking began for me. MIZZ PAM BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA; don’t you care at all????????????????

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LONG STORY MADE REAL DAM ASS SHORT GOOD PEOPLE, 2014 HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT ONE HUGE NIGHTMARE. ONE HUGE MOTHER FUCKING LONG BOTBAR SUPER ASS CUNT CHEWING NIGHTMARE TIMES TEN TO THE POWER OF EIGHTY SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AS WITH MOST THINGS FOR ALL OF US, NO MATTER IF WE ARE HOMELESS OR RICHER THAN ROCKEFELLER; if we are true enough to ourselves, there is always some part of GOOD NEWS and BAD NEWS, in all things. This blog will be no exception. I will now block my lightbulb Microsucks Corporation first hack, with sticky paper. This actually proves my point for me with less trouble on my part needed. They give me their routine hacking and annoyance, and I block out other attempts later on by applying a cut to size triple folded piece of sticky paper, over the area. The Bad, and the Good. Now to be deeper about this, one could not help but realize that the fewer BAD NEWS things that occur around a person, the less energy expenditure is required for such person, in order to maintain a neutralized balance. This is why WE DO NOT MAKE OUR OWN LUCK, as the old saying goes, or at least by no means, not entirely so. If this was the case, why then do so many bad things keep happening over and over to one group of peeps, and not another, in fact, this other group seems to literally be quite ‘magically blessed’, OVER AND OVER. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just what can I say”? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum Physicist, Professor Kaku; as you all ready have my opinion which does not count, since I have no walls filled up with degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA.

SO WHERE WILL THIS EVER END; DARIUS, DAVID, WARREN, AND JAILBIRD BOO of 2010, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE??????????????????

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DON’T FEEL BAD, SHARON, JOHN, AND ANYONE ELSE, I AM QUITE FUCKING GRUMPY MYSELF. TIME ON PLANET EARTH DOES THAT TO YOU, A LOT OF TIME. NOT THAT KIND OF TIME THOUGH, MISTER ‘FUCKIGN’ CROWLEY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

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Thanks for stealing my security deposit, Misses Maria Crook Shoemaker, owner of the great Highview Apartments, of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. I always liked maintenance man SAM, until he pulled the fast one along with his buddy Denzell; the two of them screwed my poor mom and me, in all fucking states!!!!!!!!!!!!! Turn to toast you bastards from hell, hay HEN STENCH, your great name is not Microsucks Spell-Checker recognized, HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your cuzz the mover is a total fucking dirt bag, YO!!!!!!!!!! Holy mother fucking Call-10 family, Elder Hair, and W-O-W!

I did not fake any of these so-called paste in random experimentation’s, peeps. This is what happens when you just pick something out of the air. Still, one hell of a hack, right? I did not fucking cunt image or imagine, HACK HACK, probably a fucking mind-hack; that all this was around me, and FRED WINDSTEIN KNEW IT, AND STILL DOES KNOW IT TO THIS VERY DAY, BRENDA ATT&T MOORE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fred Windstein said it better over at my crib in 1997, while helping me set up my computer. As he was leaving, he pointed the system he had just installed and said to me and I’ll fucking cunt quote the dude here verbatim folks; “Now you’ve got the world at your fingertips”. NOT TRUE. I had nothing. On a scale from 1 to 1000 I at that moment, in this new age, was at goose eggs, a big fat mother fucking ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On that same scale right now, I may be around a number 3 or a 4, maybe at best with bells on and ringing, a big ass number fuckiGN 5.Whoopdeediddlydoo, YO! What I am sort of evasively getting at folks, is that unlike being elected President of this country, or working your way up to a senior partner in a top Manhattan law firm, or a hot shot high vice president in some fortune 500 corporation; you have to crack some weird outlandish impossible to truly describe here, silicon wall. Those who know shit either make you pay through the fucking nose to learn a smidgen here and there, or ignore and snub you all together, no difference than a high school where the cafeteria table seating arrangements, if that is, our television shows have any real life connection and truth; has a pecking order, a food chain, a cheerleader/jocks on downward chain of command that is written in stone. There is no chart or diagram, no school rule, nothing obvious, nothing visible, but go there as a nerd or a geek and try, just try sitting with the cool kids or the sports kids, and well, see you at the local emergency room later on that fucking evening, and you know I am talking real here, there’s no fucking time here for con games and tripping around. The subject however is not kids in high school, but now we graduate into a much higher reality, HA HA, ‘ADULT LIFE’.

Remember the security man downstairs in my Public Housing building, TOM?????????? Remember how I asked him to help me and offered a reasonable fee? Remember now, these folks who live here, as does he, right on the first floor practically spitting distance from his guard desk; in fact champion distance-spitter’s could puke it out further; disgusting as it all sounds; on or off of treadmills; but let me get back on pernt here, Mister Bunker Queens!!!!!!!!! Now here is the rest of this story. Peeps in this building eat crackers and piss for the most part, they may spring for a nice music box, but that is about it. So when I offered Tom some doe to help me, he should have jumped at the chance. The only way that makes one bit of sense, ever, and by now I am guessing my audience is getting just about as sick and tired of hearing what I will say next, as they are at seeing that nightmare date of August 15, 1986, YO! Still, it fits, it’s the only thing that makes sense, and you heard all about it FIRST, on MORIANITY, and you know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what it is, come on, like you need to ask me? Type 3 EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS!!!!!

All of this entire everything, no exceptions, it is all the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!

I do not make up wild things, and would have no way of doing that hack and displaying all that bullshit at my level of computer savvyness. You know this good peeps, as sure as you know your dog gone name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Power is not in the gold; and it certainly is not in the paper; and all of the world power owners, and structure creatures, (the establishment) to use an ancient sixties fucking word good peeps; KNOW THIS TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY 100 mother fucking percent, (100%)!

This is as serious a situation, and it is totally fucking Christian-Biblical as well, I cited the 2000 year old words of inability to buy or sell, (live) really; but how do we explain the rest of that great passage, “Unless they have the mark of the beast”? Gimme’ a break. As times and cultures change, we all must fit certain older things into new present age translations, if you doubt that I guess you read the Bible in its original Latin and Hebrew Aramaic texts and use the scrolls, you can purchase photocopied pages of these real honest scrolls, you know. Absolutes and translations are there for a child or a simpleton to understand. Don’t kill, don’t steal, in other words, don’t do horrible fucking shit. What kind of a goddess would SSJK be if she us all TO DO bad stuff? The basic Mosaic law is be a nice person. If you’re a nice person you will do your darnedest to keep the commandments. We all fail, so Christianity has the teaching of one of SSJK’s fave games that she plays with the entire creation, but you are no supposed to see that truth yet in 2014, and that is the Salvation System Game. She takes her games very very seriously. Now this recent shit on the news is laughable. What part of BE A NICE PERSON which never ever changes through all of time illusion, did that person receive as some misguided divine message??????????????? But finishing my point here, the mark of the beast and the knowledge, and being kept from it. The beast is the Lambrigg Cult, Christianity calls it SATAN and HIS ANGELS. This cult has been discussed in MORIANITY since DATY-ONE. The bad did not swing or the echo of its sound striking the fuckiGN baseball did not totally decay away when I was saying in early 2006 on these very blogs, that this is one evil mother fucking group of shit heads. They reside as one third of a group called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Stacey was talking MILLIONTH, remember. Watch out for calling anybody a dam ass fuckiGN fool. LSS, all jokes aside about the Mark, or the last Donald, and other beastly things; when this group has you on their ‘DESTROY AT ALL COSTS’ shit-list, up around top ten, and on the top of that part as well; YOU’RE FUCKEDUPTOAST AT C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!! ”ON TOP” of THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Allberries; they have me in uncountable fucking ‘playfields’ or games of a total covert type such as parallel event with this nightmare fucking stock market and those Philly-57 Sports Teams. ICPE-APE is one of these tools against my life or sick playfield games that go on until the minute you fucking drop fucking dead, not one minute earlier, with the ‘E’ not omitted at the Egg Harbor White Horse Pike Mob Contract 1996 diner, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right before the fuckiGN market opened way up on the day yesterday they woke me out of a sound mother fuckiGN sleep as they love to fuckiGN do to me, with another major ear piercing FIRE-ALARM at my monster ass horrible PH Building. THE ”FUCKIGN HACK” is ‘here again’, and without the ‘happy Opee Mayberry’ days, Bob McDowell and Sheriff Griffith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have the Millionth Council’s evil third wiping you out in death-game playfields (DGPF) and cannot obtain a relief clause under the cosmic rights of prior lifers, such as myself, anyone who consciously holds more memories than just their present life in 3-D; that can legitimately apply but have no guarantee of acceptance, and hope of a cosmic ordered desist from the game, or (CODG); some universes cleverly call this a code-G for a short and covert only understood by T3E ESS members; but call a spade a shovel or a rose and pile of dog crap, the reality changes not. With these pricks fuckiGN with you, the last thing they’ll ever allow is for someone like myself under a CODE-G-PENDING or even a denied status which I may be by now, after-all I am fucking almost 60 cock sucking years old, but yes; things look real mother fuckiGN bad for me, and they are not going to let me become some expert in all this fucking computer and net shit in an age where that could possibly help to buy me out of my hell that they worked so long and hard top put me in, 50 million years to be exact, but WHO THE FUCK IS COUNTING????????

Federal Bureau of Investigation, are you gonna’ back-burner this information as you did to what I told you and showed you dudes regarding William Leonard McKinnon, at your Cherry Hill Offices somewhere in late 88 or early into 89?

RISK NAME—Fake APP Attack: Fake AV Website 6

ATTACKING COMPUTER—c745a4.9xr5.com (87.98.167.13,80)

ATTACKER URL—913afa75.9xr5.com/nodvscam/?df651df=ntnsfat&7a2=aasbtjhbta&e1b75478=ajtethtmeh

DESTINATION ADDRESS—MOUNTAINPEN-PC (68.63.230.165,50082)

SOURCE ADDRESS—87.98.167.13 (87.98.167.13)

TRAFFIC DESCRIPTION—TCP,www-http

All of my icons were knocked off the screen when I was shutting down, and it took a long time last night, most of the night actually, to one by one, bring them back onto my desktop for easier reference than always having to go to ALL PROGRAMS first.

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TAP 25,835

May 29, 2014

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WELL FOLKS, THIS SUPER BOTBAR IS GOING TO EITHER SEND ME PACKING OUT OF FLORIDA THIS WEEKEND, OR THINGS WILL GET A LITTLE TINY BIT FUCKING BETTER FOR ME, JUST AS WAS THE CASE WHERE DAVID ROTH MADE THIS VERY SIMILAR STATEMENT TO ME IN MY BEAT UP OLD CLUNKER CAR, BACK ON DECEMBER 5, 1989; AFTER LEAVING THE OFFICE OF RON WIRTZ AND DONNA SPINOSI, AT THE CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, OFFICE OF THE COUNTY PROSECUTOR.

RESIDENT MANAGER DEBBIE MARATTO HAS LET IN SOME REALLY FUCKING SICK MOTHER FUCKERS, WHO PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG, AND NOT ONLY TURN UP MUSIC WELL AFTER ONE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, MIZZ PAM BONDI, STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL; BUT ALSO; SING OUT LOUD TO IT, AS LOUD AS THEY CAN. YOU CAN HEAR IT A MOTHER FUCKING MILE AWAY. IT IS, TO QUOTE MY GREAT DAUGHTER ALONG WITH MICROSOFT; SORT OF AS A DUET-SPEECH; ‘LIGHTBULB-DISGUSTING’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I cannot remember if I have had one cunt chewing fucking day this entire mother fucking sucking asshole year in 2014, that has not been monstrously shitty, or called by me, “BOTBAR”, meaning monstrously shitty and quite fucking cock sucking totally horrendous. With my ear plugs in, and my headphones on, I at least can blog to a pink noise tape that blocks this shit all out, and while I lay on my bed watching cunt sniffing TV, I also use headphones through the connecting amp out of the TV. No hacker who tries to make me look like an asshole, I don’t lay on my berd, I SAID MY FUCKING BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, LIGHTNING wasn’t teasing her little boy. She told me that when the page changes, as long as I do not try pasting in any of my front blog page that comes up when I log on to post a blog, as I did that lovely golden moon, I’ll be OK, and you saw it all for yourselves, but we all know this is not all some have seen. You witnessed the hyperspace move and time manipulation for yourself. Before any of this even started, they had me all screwed up in time, and once I was out of the twenty-five thousand-eight-hundred-TWENTY’S; on TAPE # CHAPTERS; do you see what I have been going through folks, for 13,000 mother fucking years now, and counting? This will never ever end, I am in ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL, kind ladies and gentlemen, and not one soul on this planet is kind enough to try and see what it is all about, and then try to help me, of course, someone with power and clout. I do not blame in any way, the normal ‘average-poorzies’ such as myself, as what could they possibly do other than get their own lives screwed with and be all fucked up and fucked with by these HALLS-FAWCES, should they try and assist me in any possible and potential way that would alleviate my shitty fuckiGN hell even a tad bit slightly. Yes folks, this mother fucking cunt chewing LATEST COMPUTER MOUSE HACK is wiping out my blogs, as much as other things recently have been, by removing words. Just earlier I noticed a word phrase, that I wanted to put in quotation marks, and clicked, and hit the quotes, but on the second hit, I noticed the entire thing made no sense, until I clicked the button twice, and then a vanished word suddenly fucking reappeared on the screen and then I was able to repair it, but you’re not imaging that in the past week or two, it seems that words are just totally not there that should be,making ME LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DOCTOR BRUCE GOLDBERG NUT. This is why this shit is done, anything to undermine my credibility. Well this won’t undermine it. I TOLD YOU THEIR DIRT BAG STOCK FUCKING CUNT MARKET WOULD FLY THIS WEEK, AND IT IS, SUPER UP INTO ALL NEW ALL TIME RECORD HIGH FUCKING TERRITORY, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, BUT WHO EVER BELIEVES LITTLE ASSHOLE JERK OFF DIRT BALL STUPID ASS ME, YO YO YO????

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCJING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!

EXPLORATRONS

EXPLORATRONS, and more friggin’ EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

…JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE 25,835…

MAY 29, 2014,

THURSDAY EVENING AT 5:25,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.

DOWN FROM 92, AND SUPER FUCKING HUMID, YO.

EVERY MUFF DIVING MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS A NIGHTMARE BOTBAR, AND DAVID ROTH SAID MUSIC IS A FUCKING NO NO FOR US, AND WAS RIGHT, AS EVER SINCE CUNT ASS SNIFFING AUGUST 28, 2013; GOOD PEEPS; WHEN THE MAGNETICS OF MY LIFE WENT STRAIGHT TO CLIT HUFFING HOT ASS HELL AFTER SHORTLY AFTER COPYRIGHTING MY NEWEST 2013 MUSIC FUCKING CUNT PROJECT, CALLED, “MY (NON-MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB) YOUTUBE MUSIC”, THINGS CHANMGED ON A TOTAL DIME, AND WENT STRAIGHT INTO THE SHIT FILLED FUCKING TOILET EVER SINCE; HEADING SLOWLY BUT SURELY; RIGHT INTO THE MAXIMUM OF 100% FOR BOTBAR, THE FOLLOWING CUNT EATING YEAR IN 2014, OR RIGHT HERE AND NOW, KIND LADIES AND GENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOBODY ON THIS MOTHER FUCKING DISEASED ””’LOTTLE/LITTLE””’ SICKO PLANET, WOULD EVER EVER FUCKING BELIEVE ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!! JANE WHORE WITCHBITCH FONDA, AND ‘HER ONES’, JUST MOTHER FUCKING NAILED MY PATHETIC PUNY LITTLE FLABBY ASSHOLE, WITH HER STINKING ROTTEN FUCKING ‘PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN’ CLOCK ATTACK, FROM HER DIRT BAG 1993 BASEBALL PARK SHIT, THAT SHE AND HER DIRT BAG HUBBY, PUT ME THROUGH, ON THAT HORIFFIC FUCKING NIGHT, THAT I WILL REMEMBER AS CLEAR AS FUCKING LOUD CHIMMING BELL, FOR THE NEXT 300 THOUSAND FUCKING CUNT YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME NOW ‘CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE’ OR (COMPENSATE) THAT IS; WITH SOME NICE (NON-LIVELY), BUT LINDA-LIBRARY-LOVELY 5555555’S (FIVES), ALL THE WAY FROM HERE, TO HER GREAT WEBSITE OF http://www.ancestry.com/ I HOPE YOU BURN IN FUCKING HELL 2, MICROSUCKS; WITH YOUR CUNT CHEWING LIGHTBULB, ON ONE SIDE, AND WHOREFACE JANE WITCH BITCH, ON THE OTHER SIDE. MY TWO STICKY PAPERS THAT I USE TO PLACE OVER THESE AREAS, HAVE WORN OUT, AND NEED REPLACEMENT; AND WILL NOT STOP FALLING OFF OF MY SCREEN, AT JUST THE WRONG TIMES, OR AS THE MILITUFORCE WOULD SAY; AT JUST THE RIGHT TIMES, AHA-AHA-AHA TO MARK WAYNE FUCKING PATHETIC CUNT CHEWING MOHR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OK, you want to bring war to me, mother fucking jerk off scumbag WOMO-MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO, FINE AND DANDY, let me randomly select a SAFE JOURNAL to paste in, and the number even as I speak now is popping into my brain, 161, so let me past chapter-161 of SJ into this blog, and see how shit fits in the great Professor Kaku Jigsaw Puzzle System of Spooky Einsteinian forces in the worlds of Quantum Dynamics, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 161

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

START OF BLOG:

A horrendous hacker hurt me a while ago, Homeland Security Chief, Steve Caruso of FBI, and Florida State Police. Where is my great friend Robert McDowell, of Fort Wayne, Indiana? HELP ME PAL, PLEASE. All I was doing was looking up names and web-pages that refer to these names. There are for example, entire web-pages discussing not individuals, but the magical name of Paula King. This is not who I was looking at however, it was another person not related to THAT-FAMILY, but WOMO did not wanna’ have me poking around aniwho. The hackers doing this are Frank Callio of Somers Point, New Jersey, and his pig dog buddies. I cannot wait to be back with Ann, without her horrific daughter Dawn around to stop us, and she will go to all of these old chums, and once and for all get this stopped, or I am walking into federal courts and even straight over to the great Hague. I have Civil rights, Constitutional rights, and most definitely Human rights, and since I am not breaking any laws, and using the internet tool as it is intended to be used, Tyra Banks All Mighty, and am not afraid to give my name out and never was, Mark Wayne Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey, who now SIR PRINCE All Mighty, happens to have switched locations down south here at Fort Pierce, Florida.

Fortunately, my Norton System alerted me, and I took my small video camera, and shot a picture of my screen on the PC, whether it is PC or not to do this, and whether PC King Neckbiter had anything to do with her great friend Frank doing this to me or not, Miss AT&T Blake, of 1983, wow, it all makes sense now, 86, 83, 80, 75, all of it, what was I freaking thinking seven times over, YO? Federal Bureau of Investigation, are you gonna’ back-burner this information as you did to what I told you and showed you dudes regarding William Leonard McKinnon, at your Cherry Hill Offices somewhere in late 88 or early into 89?

RISK NAME—Fake APP Attack: Fake AV Website 6

ATTACKING COMPUTER—c745a4.9xr5.com (87.98.167.13,80)

ATTACKER URL—913afa75.9xr5.com/nodvscam/?df651df=ntnsfat&7a2=aasbtjhbta&e1b75478=ajtethtmeh

DESTINATION ADDRESS—MOUNTAINPEN-PC (68.63.230.165,50082)

SOURCE ADDRESS—87.98.167.13 (87.98.167.13)

TRAFFIC DESCRIPTION—TCP,www-http

Expect super hurricanes and wildfires and twisters, floods, volcanoes, droughts, famine, city and school unrest, and much more. Keep messing with me TAWF, AYOR. END-TRANSMISSION:

SO JUST EXACTLY WHAT PART OF THAT HACK THAT DAY WAS I IMAGINING, MENTAL HEALTH COMMUNITY, PAM BONDI, FBI, ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLOWERBERRIOS STATE AKA FLORIDA, LOCAL FORT PIERCE PEEDEE, AND MANY OTHER AUTHORITIES, YO YO YO?

Now that blog and the one before it, SJ#-160 were supplemental entries, so to get an approximate 48 hour date of it, I’ll paste in the beginning of the following blog, SJ#-162, so you can get an idea of when this took place, Mizz Attorney General of Florida Pam Bondi, ma’am.

(June 5, 2011) around 7 in the evening.)

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 162

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995

COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

SUBTITLE 4: “REAL BAD GIRLS”

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-162-060511.783

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

This was a super BOTBAR day. Things are extremely fucking nasty-ass bad. Terry Egg Harbor Head told me about a SECRET, some years back, and I tried to tell everyone that knew of this thing, that indeed, it is powerful and true, only our concept of its source as is with mostly all things, are all in a reverse mode. For example, Donald Trump, for whatever reason, and we all should know this reason by now as I’ve told details about this P4E over and over, he wanted to come here from the AP in a special way that violated the Lawtronics in the circuitry of the 7^th dimension, and he managed to accomplish this, and he wants great power and material wealth, and is insatiable for fame and admiration, and the laundry list of his ugliness could read on and on. He actually wants, in his unconsciousness, all the things that he possesses. We all, just as the Donald, indeed do get precisely what we really and truly want, and the great secret that was published some years back and made quite a stir round the world, also is brought into being and with the same vigor and force as it is with the great Mister Hairpiece Granddaughterpulloff. It is what we really want that we do get. This is built into the cosmos, lawtronically, but what we think we really want on an awake and conscious-mind level, in many if not most cases, is quite the opposite, or at least a long way off; from what we absolutely want, in our true beingness or in our ‘spirit’, is another way this might be said and presented. I, for example, came here, loving to endlessly suffer, be totally ass miserable, and be continually punished and picked on by everyone around me, and totally treated like fucking dog shit by life in general, and by all of the basic 4 cosmic food groups that make this up, those being the PAWM, or People, Animals, Weather, and Machines, and the things that connect into their realities or that they control or dominate over in various small or large ways in all times during life.

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LONG STORY MADE REAL DAM ASS SHORT GOOD PEOPLE, 2014 HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT ONE HUGE NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

Well Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you’re haaaaaapy with yourself, fucking mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE.Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

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TAPE 25,834

May 29, 2014

GOOD EVENING LIGHTBULB MICROSUCKS. GOOD EVENING FAST AGAIN PRGRAM HACK SCANNER. WHATCHALL DOIN’ YA SICK SON OF A BITCHES?

GAGA CAT has been asked why this problem with the BLOGGER WEBSITE has happened, and you will get a mind blow when I get really into things. Diana said when I reach the end of a page, it will reset. Well, I was typing this, and they have a keystroke worm virus in my PC illegally in violation of my rights and property; and made the page longer than I ever saw it. There never was a time that they had so much up on one page, usually a blog the size of my last post, cancels out an already existing material on a current page, sending it back into the archive-margin on the right side. So this is to keep the hack in there, Bob McDowell of FCC, I suppose. All day and night, loud talking is in the hallway outside of my apartment door, but then, that is par for the course, in other words, what else is new (WEIN) same shit different day (SSDD) same old same old (SOSO). Sometimes I just type it all in as, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!

Some people know that I do not proof-read my blogs before sending them up for posting. Sorry, I must take the time to do more of this, Bruce Allen non-Perfect Pennock. Loud voices and slamming doors are getting worse, so indeed, my enemies know when I am working on my blogs, in total violation of my American born free citizen legal and human rights. Don’t make me laugh with the word ‘constitutional’. My mother fucking ancestors would roll around in their fuckiGN cunt tombs if they could see their descendant suffering with all of this hell in their founding father built empire, lively tall Library-Linda, who went onto create after we met, the famous web-site of ancestry dot com. Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back at Haddonfield, NJ, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!

…..TAPE 25,834…..

THE BAD NEWS Microsucks Corporation, strikes again.

Folks, I now quote the great Goddess and Almighty Goddess, when she said to me in the Eden place, Jehovah Isiscylla, “Because you loved Diana, I’ll spare the world for a while”. She smiled at me, and walked on on her side of some kind of a fence that I could not cross over. I wanted to, but I guess she wasn’t in the mood that day to give me any turn here, turn there, Grant Avenue I-95 instructions. What a pity that I was not able to techno-pop her, 13,000 years ago, and make a lovely cool song out of it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! What would your problem be, Doctor, if you had 13,000 mother fucking years of perfect, or near perfect memories???????????????? 1984 was 20 seconds ago to me, so go say AHHHHHHHHH and quit calling my mother.

If Diana is telling me the truth or merely teasing her little boy, we will be finding out in living (NBC-color), soon enough; (FCC) FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION PAL, BOB MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SSSSSOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane of the Antinass Club of Thompson Consumer Electronics of Deptford, New Jersey in 1991 old friend; WHAT WILL THEY DO TO ME NEXT IN THE MIGHTY EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, TYO YO YO YO. I GUESS THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING TEACH ME TO SAY THINGS LIKE, “BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING BRING-BRING IT”, HUH BUDDY??????

Don’t even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!

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I talked about 1996 and the WEEEEEE NETWORK, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, in case you did not notice, began the L&O shit in the 1996 year episodes this week. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I already knew they would by my doing and saying what I did and said, and would have made a book up to ten grand on borrowed mob money on it, two to one with a 20% max vig repay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

HAY TTTTTTTTOM RRRRRRRREALE, YYYYYO; HERE IS THE IMAGE CHCHCHCHART FOR THE DDDDDDOW JJJJJJJJONES AVAVAVAVAVAVERAGGGGGES!!!!!!

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TOTAL FUCKING SHIT WHORE JANE BASEBALLS JUST NAILED ME ON MOTHER FUCKING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO PWEEEEEEEZE PERMIT ME UNCLE HEINZ OF BABYLON, NEW YORK, TO NOW CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE), WHATEVER, CONGRESSMAN OLD 1975 BUDDY AND MIKE MCNULTY NON-BUDDY A WEE BIT BIT BEFORE THAT IN 1971, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!

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YOU MONSTER SLAPPER PILE OF CRAP!!!!!!!!!

MAY 28, 2014,
WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT 11:24,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.

DOWN FROM 92 WITH HIGH HUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, what I did, was to take the opening page that I get to when I go up to post a blog; where it shows several blogs, underneath the stats report; and I pasted in the nice golden full moon with the airplane ‘technography’-photo and the writing dribble below it that Blogger puts up. I did not know you were not supposed to do this, it is my blogs, my property, but if they don’t want shit done, they should have a rules report that bloggers get to read every so often, and with any updates, so we know what we are OK to do, and what is not mother fuckiGN OK. What am I GOD the mind fucking reader, YO. But I’ll bet dimes to donuts this is what has caused me this cunt sniffing ass problem, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking WOMO MILI-2-FORCE DIRT BAG SCUM SHITS have wrecked my entire life. They have damaged tens of thousands of dollars of my property over the years, and they have ruined all my shit recently. This is costing me a fortune to try and keep up with what these mother fucking bastards are doing to me, MIZZ PAM BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA; or don’t you care at all? Someday I will get a straight answer out of Russ Thaxton, Richard Marcucci, and some others, if I have to twist a snake around their throats until they scream out driving directions to Grant Avenue and I-95 in Northeast Philly-57 Hickey Hockey and Brenda Moore, and no Fred Sanford; let’s not fucking ”WAIT A MINUTE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mouse is hacked to hell and I am going to buy a new mouse. If the problem persists, I am calling the Attorney General’s Office, and the ACLU number listed as well for Florida residents.

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The same thing exists with the HELLIDAY HOLIDAY given to me by the mother fucking jerk off dirt bags of the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF MISTER HALL, with the new hack to keep my blogs from posting up in quality, with photo images, color, and such things that improve the reading and viewing enjoyment in subtle ways that brought my following to a nice whittle number, a twentieth of a mill, crossing this mark over these HELLIDAY-HOLIDAYS, that are now over, as is the first twentieth million mark; WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I may not be the most popular blog by far, out on this wonderful wovwee net wabbits and folks, WHAAA, BUT, I try as hard as I can to give you a genuine piece of priceless information not found anyplace else on that net. My motives are not all altruistic and pure, and I’ve admitted that I only do this blog to try and lessen my hell, I have come out and been straight about it with you all, it is even my needed psychological therapy. So long as I do not incite violence or break any laws, I have the right to do this in the same quality that is afforded other bloggers. If in fact, I’m denied these rights, it’s only fair to tell you that I will retain legal council at an injury attorney, offering double their normal contingency win fee for taking on my wild bizarre case. Denying me the right to my needed therapy, while allowing others to have great blogs that post photos and have color and so on; is actionable because this will make me more mentally ill and disturbed, according to my doctors, and they WILL testify to these facts at a trial, in my defense, Google Microsoft, and whoever out here thinks it funny to screw with a pathetic person for 60 fucking years so they can laugh and get wealthy on the stock market endlessly.

Moving further into bad news/good news, old copyrighted board-game rules, Lenny Briscoe sir; and so much more, a lot of T3E LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, it is because of several things, but the facts remain the facts of this, they LOVE TO PLAY ENDLESS GAMES, with those less advanced or simplty put, those not yet at a T3E LEVEL. John Henningsen from 1968 and 1969 could say his great saying right now louder than a bullhorn. It fits 100 percent. “It’s just that simple”!!!!!!!!!

Lightning told me that I should not do a particular paste in, and I will not do it anymore. She said to me just today before I ‘woke up’, or really, came back into my conscious mind hyperspace astral dream down; but yes, she said not to do something, and I will not do it. Did I not tell you that both the networks that run the hit law show LAW & ORDER, ‘TNT’ and ‘WE’; that they will not run shows past the first three years into these new age times called the third millennium? Notice after this folks, how when you try and check the year, by hitting your Comcast or whatever you use, feature button for checking the on screen information that displays the show and gives a brief description and the time, and so on; that one of two things now displays. Either you get a preset fixed message that it is a show that is taken out of the headlines and on with such bullshit, or it does tell the actual stuff but it omits the year entirely. Why this is all happening has to do with me. I am behind this entire show. For some reason, they won’t show any more,. Anything past 2002m and into 2003, not on one but on both of these networks that re-run these programs. I know this as surely as I sit here penning these words on this keyboard. Now LIGHTNING told me that when I get into a new Blogger Dot Com page, where just that blog posted is up and no previous blogs, as this will be, because I am going to intentionally make it long enough where they will create it as a new page on the system and put the others back into archives for viewing only by clicking onto the side right margin titles at the start of the blog. Other bloggers seem to be able to do all sorts of things with their blog, that I am either being stopped by them from doing, or there is something going on that my ignorance is preventing me from getting past these roadblocks. If I did not have all these forces against me since I was born, worsening after leaving high school, and worsening again and again over several major time points still more; I would probably have one of the most read and popular blogs on the mother fuckiGN net, or would I? That is where the philosophical conundrum strikes like a powerful meteor strike with the dam dinosaurs. If none of this BAD-NEWS STUFF was happening, and I was just an ordinary guy floating along in this life; I WOULD NOT HAVE A LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, LIFE CHARTS, OR A BLOG CALLED MORIANITY. You cannot help but to see how wild this conundrum is, ladies and gentlemen, sort of proving to the Top King Doubters of Missouri Club, no matter how they soapbox shout out against it; that indeed, my words speak major truths that simply cannot be called lies or delusions. But anyone can doubt anything. Hell the fuckiGN Jews could have doubted that some horrible heinous thing was going to actually happen in this world, an din fact, THEY DID. I know that now in this lifetime, and I pretty much knew in my previous one, that they would!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another new recent hack folks, is in the mouse I suppose, as when you read and it seems a word is missing, such as when I recently said my mom and I were at a diner in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, and a waitress came over and said that there was a contract out on my life, the word ”mother” was not there, and all you saw was a comma ( , ) like this. When a word that is misspelled shows up with a red line and I click to make a correction, sometimes the entire word cleverly goes away in ways that I do not seem to catch while busy typing away at giving you all my message and my nightmare fucking hellish sub vampiric existence, the endless night of being trumped and destroyed in late 1986, huh President Trump? Here is a man who knows the truth about me, and when he gets in the White House, it is either going to go one way or the other, total zero or total 100, gray areas not allowed, ‘GRAY’, I didn’t say black; so drink all the water you want, in the from seat of the bus, Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!! W-O-W!

So why do I say what I do about the L&O show? Well, it started right after I met ADA Ron Wirtz, at his office on 5 December, 1989. The Mentalist show also began within a short time after my blog that told the wild story of a dude, VERY VERY SIMILAR to the character OF PATRICK JANE on the show, you know, not standing mute Judge Pruce, but being a games expert, playing the RPC fingers game, it is all on old blogs to be archived, and THEY ALL KNOW IT IS TRUE, the entire mother fuckiGN ENTERTAINMENT WORLD as well as my world famous super talented daughter. What would I do if she did what or said what, Mizz Davis Dearest Roaches Din-din????????????? Give me a ‘kitkatcut’ break, Miss Margie 1985 Leo. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

Well Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you’re haaaaaapy with yourself, fucking mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, the ‘FUCKIGN HACK’ and the ‘ODF’ HACK are back with a mother fucking vengeance; old pal and FCC Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy mother fucking Call-10 family, Elder Hair. Sorry I blew away your church associates who came over to my home in Somerdale in the summer of 1997, when I told them “I BROKE MY BALLS TO PUT THIS WORLD HERE”. They were so scared, they looked at each other, and without saying a KEVIN BACON FLATLINE WORD, quickly exited my home at 112 Harvard Avenue. I was merely copying Chief Recording Sound Engineer, Howard Solomon, formerly of the Recorded Publications Laboratory Sound Recording Studios, of 1100 State Street in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. I wanted to see if he was right, some know the story, some don’t. Start archiving, you’ll find it an unbreakable habit. I promise, Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; and Miss Blake of AT&T, in 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday Papa John, and it is not my fault if I have fleas!

Hacking is picking up a little bit, Bob McDowell, FCC, sir and buddy from seventy fucking two, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By no means will this be a story that anyone will digest easily. The more you are into things that come onto the History and the Science Channels on television, the more you will receive what I will now get into. Remember that this is a made up totally fictional story that will help you to understand much better, what my blogs try illustrating regarding just what this exploratronic thing is really all about as far as gee, how is it effecting our every day world, and when I am done, some will be able to rethink that with new words such as, how is this NOT effecting our every day world?

Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas, early in the twenty-two hundreds. Schools have long vanished as far as places, as all things are done on what is called, ”the system”, sort of like an advanced internet. However these young dudes are from a localized parallel universe from this one where you are reading these words. 700 miles to the northwest, another group of two boys and three girls ranging in age from 16-20 years, have also been friends throughout their lives and always lived in their same county also. None of these folks have a lot going on in their lives worthy of being glorified in any details on this blog called Morianity Bible or morianity for millennium-3, or ”whatever” Congressman, hence, I will not make up a bunch of garbage just to make a story out of it and attempt doing great literature. Morianity is not literature, nor is it a popularity contest. I need to make a point tonight, regarding just how the ESS works in all of our lives, and maybe, just maybe when I am all done, you will see why the global authority of powerful secret keepers (GAPSK), another hypothetical organization of semi-humor, I said SEMI, still; you might just begin seeing why they may not have a great attitude about me telling these truths to this world, and ending once and for all, all the mysterious this planet has ever wondered about, A-Z! Adding to these two groups already listed, could be a Barbers Club somewhere in Potato Land, Idaho; a chapter of the ELK or the Moose, that gets into the paranormal interests, or even a group of thirty pro-ball players of various sports, who likewise has those same interests. Then take these examples and multiply this by 10 in every county in the land, and then go all around the world as well, from the great lands down under maitees, all the way to Mother-Russia to nice cold Antarctica. You can include the backward tribes scattered all throughout the south American countries going from Mexico all the way down to Brazil. Make up all the story lines and ideas you want, but these are just normal average folks, like you and me, only they live in various parallel universes, countless numbers of them, and on top of that, since they all live in future times where the technology is beyond mind boggling, eventually, a Morianity or a Mark Wayne Mohr has come along and shared the truths about Exploratronics, and eventually, through sheer number vastness, a small society of type-3-exploratrons become organized. After some time passes, and they become adept at the techniques of being able to send their dreaming energies into other mass-objects and bodies, starting with the simplest to do, their own doubles in a localized parallel reality, or their ”doppelgangers”, and as with all things, later become more and more proficient at mastering these abilities, and going onto where they can go into other things around them, not just their own self-doubles, becoming anything, even insects and animals, and even inanimate objects. So why bother typing up a trillion other names like Tiberton Nurlo, that would take lifetimes to do, as unless you are morons, you get the picture. I did not say you will believe me, but you do get the picture. All the weird insects and rats that have appeared out of nowhere over and over in many of my residences, were all part of the ESS. All the weird peeps I suddenly run into outside on errands, all the planes and the aerial stuff around me on certain days that is beyond surreal and outlandish, it is all the ESS. Need I go on. Need I really go on, and can you not yet think about all the crap in your own lives that you know dam well you have no good or rational answer for, that the only one that tells the truth about all of it, is the ESS? How about the entire UFO crafts, the objects, the aliens, all are the ESS. How about the miracles and the pyramids? Folks, grammar school age kids in 100 years, will totally understand STM, and why and how I am able to swim by merely ”thinking forward motion in my head”, or move a heavy 400 pound diner rotisserie, by thinking I wanted it to spin in the opposite direction, so I could show Dave who I was with that night in 1997, a particular cake that I wanted the hostess to see and tell our waitress to bring to the table for my desert. There is nothing anywhere ever, now or behind us or ahead of us, here or out in so called outer space, that is not just the ESS. The ESS is the explanation for the entire ball of wax, all 27 feet of it, the big picture, three letters, it tells is all, even my hellish life. Now you may say, OK, they understand how to make heavy objects lift up and can travel into people in this universe from long ago and built pyramids, and you can say, they can do all these things to you, Mountainpen, but now we ask, WHY, and you have every right to ask why, an you may not like or be all that satisfied with the answer I will give you, but it is the truth, like it or don’t like it, IT IS THE DAM TRUTH!!!!!!!!! It is all a huge game. It is no different at all than 1980 and the videogame called Packman, if I’m spelling it correctly. You must see yourself in one of two realities. You either are in the ESS, or you are one of the Packman BLOBS. You do not have to like this for it to be the truth. I promise you. No one out there anywhere is against us nor are they trying to spiritually advance us, nor are they from other planets and civilizations here in our own universe. All of this entire everything, no exceptions, it is all the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!! That’s the long and short of this, folks. We all enjoy games. You know that is true, and need no arm twisting fancy words, from me, and Morianity. YOU KNOW. Also, some know why games are absolutely a must. Morianity has covered that depressing issue, and does not plan to revisit it again on this blog right now.

A lot of fucking shit is seen in a new light, as you get more advanced with the reality of EXPLORATRONICS, and is not all that different from the Christians who claim they get new updated revelations from Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle or (GOD) as they call HER; each time they read and re-read the very same biblical passages. But is any of this why stories are told, or omitted, by our controlling media forces, good peeps out here, YO??????????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Those who know how to do these things, all of them, sit on this knowledge and power as if it were Fort Knox, Kentucky, USA. Well, why the mother fucking hell not, ladies and gentlemen???????????? Being able to work this knowledge regarding these new computer machines of the last twenty years and this new age wonder called the WEB, or the NET; indeed is way greater than 1000 fucking fort Knox places. Paper money is garbage and gold is real. Right, that is true enough until this world begins to operate in this new age fuckiGN computerized system of an entirely brand new not key Melanie, but brand new lifestyle and brand new HAVES AND HAVE NOTS. If you have the knowledge to do certain things, working the blogs, networking, social media, getting big followings, and from there, climbing up the net food chain, to where you are in a powerful seat, almost potentially equal to whoever sits at the Oval Office at 1600 Pennsy, in Washdock 13-600. The more you know and can do, the more COVERT-POWER you suddenly have at your disposal, or sorry, Fred Windstein said it better over at my crib in 1997, while helping me set up my computer. As he was leaving, he pointed the system he had just installed and said to me and I’ll fucking cunt quote the dude here verbatim folks; “Now you’ve got the world at your fingertips”. NOT TRUE. I had nothing. On a scale from 1 to 1000 I at that moment, in this new age, was at goose eggs, a big fat mother fucking ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On that same scale right now, I may be around a number 3 or a 4, maybe at best with bells on and ringing, a big ass number fuckiGN 5. Whoopdeediddlydoo, YO! What I am sort of evasively getting at folks, is that unlike being elected President of this country, or working your way up to a senior partner in a top Manhattan law firm, or a hot shot high vice president in some fortune 500 corporation; you have to crack some weird outlandish impossible to truly describe here, silicon wall. Those who know shit either make you pay through the fucking nose to learn a smidgen here and there, or ignore and snub you all together, no difference than a high school where the cafeteria table seating arrangements, if that is, our television shows have any real life connection and truth; has a pecking order, a food chain, a cheerleader/jocks on downward chain of command that is written in stone. There is no chart or diagram, no school rule, nothing obvious, nothing visible, but go there as a nerd or a geek and try, just try sitting with the cool kids or the sports kids, and well, see you at the local emergency room later on that fucking evening, and you know I am talking real here, there’s no fucking time here for con games and tripping around. The subject however is not kids in high school, but now we graduate into a much higher reality.

When you have this new power, the knowledge to do many many many INGRID things with the internet and the personal computer, which today includes all the offshoots and spinoffs, tablets, cellphones, the whole fucking nine asshole yards; THEN YOU HAVE THE REAL POWER, and those that don’t know shit and can, ever seem to really learn shit about all this, get hacked, messed with, fucked with, stopped, played with, screwed, and eventually, a POWERFUL FUCKING BIBLICAL EVENT WILL HAPPEN, those who do not belong to the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD DEVIL SATAN, will be blocked out from LIFE ITSELF, unable to buy or sell, and on an don, JUST AS MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ BIBLE SCRIPTURES TEACH, WORD BY WORD BY WORD, if you think I;m deluded or lying and making up a wild fish tale, READ YOUR ‘FUCKIGN’ DAM ASS BIBLES, or better yet, ask your m,other fuckiGN pastor or reverend or whatever, and go ahead, print out the blogs, show him or her my shit, pull it up on your tab or cell or whatever, then say, is this right or is he just full of mother fuckiGN horse shit. If they say I am wrong, you are not worshiping at a place where true Christianity is being taught, and that much I can tell you from having a marvelous memory all the way back about 13,000 cunt chewing years. 99.99999 percent of you remember bits and pieces of your present lifetime back to age 2-5, and then you get nothingness. I remember my last 13,000 fuckiGN years, so I think I remember speaking to SSJK in that great garden when I talked her out of wiping everything out. She told me and I quote this great Goddess Jehovah Isiscylla, “Because you loved Diana, I’ll spare the world for a while”. She smiled at me, and walked on on her side of some kind of a fence that I could not cross over. I wanted to, but I guess she wasn’t in the mood that day to give me any turn here, turn there, Grant Avenue I-95 instructions. What a pity, as would not have been able to techno-pop her 13,000 years ago and make a lovely cool song out of it, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Well, we will see what happens when I post up folks. If I have to visit an injury attorney, then so be it. There are at least three dogs with a blog that I am currently aware of, Walter Cowards Disney, and I have as much right as them or any other blogger, to have my photos paste in, and have color font, and a few other little things that make a blog a nicer read for viewers. I suppose I will find out once I finish up with my normal paste ins, if Diana is telling me the truth or merely teasing her little boy. Either way, WEIN, SSDD-SOSO and all that fuckiGN horseshit, YO!!!

Don’t even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!

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I BELIEVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU GINA.

MAY 28, 2014,
EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 2:10,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.

Yes kind people, thank you, whoever you might be, for staying with Morianity. For all I know, you are the ones who were meant to become the ESS in the future in someone else’s parallel universes. See how ultimately freaking mind blowing all this crap really is? And you don’t have to worry about twisting the world government’s arms to get any secrets out of them. MORIANITY HAS NO SECRETS. MORIANITY DETESTS AND DESPISES SECRETS. I LOST MY DAUGHTER DUE TO SECRETS. So do not go there with me, kind folks, please and please and pretty please with a lot of sugar on top!

Oh boy, life stinks!

GET IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???????????????????

***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!

HOW DID ALL THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS WITH ALL OF THIS OTHER THAN FOR THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?????????

I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey’s class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant.

That’s not his problem, Misses Mohr.

SSSSSOOOOOOOO, ARTHUR CRANE;
WHAT’S MY PROBLEM DOCTOR???????

OH THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S FUCKING MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB LATTISAW, HUH GORGEOUS 1981 STACEY, YO???

Power is now thought of by me and by MORIANITY, as the NEW-AGE-POWER, THE ——— NAP.

YOU EITHER GET THE POWER, OR GET READY FOR A LONG LONG MOTHER FUCKIGN NAP, FOLKS, AND RIGHT NOW FOLKS=MARK WAYNE FUCKED UP MOHR.
FIRST COMES THE MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACK, NOW I GET THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING (`~ HACK), old pal, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE, life is a bowl of cunt lapping fucking cherries at light speed CUBAN cubed, Dawn-Marie and Cuba. Win any lotteries lately, Mister Pops????????????????????????????

Do you think anything is impossible for the game playing gods of the ESS to pull off? How do you think we got all of our ancient religions? Wake up world, please, coffee has been boiling over for decades in your stinky kitchens, good folks, 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. HELLLLLLLLLP ME MA’AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for males.
MISSION STATEMENT
Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal responsibility.
Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs.
With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is making a difference in the lives of youth.
PROGRAM GOALS
Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities.
PRIMARY SERVICES
1. Counseling Component – Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social workers.
2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the expectation that youth will return to the regional public school or transitional school.
3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services Commission, as needed.
4. Recreation and Athletics are conducted in the facility gymnasium by the Physical Education Teacher provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District.
5. Sex Education and Parenting classes are provided by an on-site Program Specialist.
6. Community involvement is maintained through special events which include speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg Harbor, members of the police department, and people from other walks of life.
7. In House Detention Program – The facility manages a 10 slot program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth continue in usual community activities pending court appearance.
ADMISSION CRITERIA
Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded to Harborfields.
VISITING HOURS
Sunday 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM – Family & Friends
Thursday 7:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Parents Only
Visitation Requirements:

Visitors must present proper ID
Visitors under 18 must be accompanied by an adult.
No former residents are allowed to visit.
Special visits available upon request, with approval of the Superintendent.

You know that old expression, ”GET REAL”. Well, to to this properly and perfectly, old friend Bob Schleigh from ‘MAFCO’ in Camden, New Jersey in 1980, what else, EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did Dawn-Marie King know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life????? Gee, could the answer here be EXPLORATRONICS again, folks??? What else. Then on top of that, the GODDESS that owns everything loves to play games more than even the total membership of the ESS. Her very absolute fucking fave game is GTNOTG, AKA not formerly but always, old pal PRINCE CHEMTRAILS; ”GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, and yes, I FUCKED UP on a prior blog text, only when you pluralize as SSJK indeed did, her game-name, does the ‘ESS’ come out on both words, proving she is ahead of a lot more than just the teen-beat-curve. She already knew I would be talking on blogs before Blogger Dot Com existed, by two full years, in 1997; and yes, another fuck up, I was taken back to 1968, not 1969 by Dingman; and to finish out me’ ol’ pernt here Archibald sir; yes it was late in 1996, Pearl Harbor Day, when she wanted to play, on her street, in some PLAYFIELD NEAR BRIGINTINE, Mashell; (she had peeps and fam there, where else would she for goddess fucking sake, YO?), but yes peeps, GUESS/GUESTS, you have to fuckiGN pluralize the word guests, and I fucked up in a prior blog, and some may have said, what is this asshole talking about, and you would have been right to do so, so here it is again, redone correctly this time, BRO!

What DREAMS really are, is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream books on the planet. Only MORIANITY can explain the true and absolute honest answers that have been kept back. Keeping this information back is what allows the ESS to have power over the rest of us. Morianity’s mission: Try and do all I can to shine the true light on the true path of the only one true hidden reality that has broken out from the void infinity into the LAWTRONS, and created this wild for lack of better word, ‘inter-dream’.

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This is as serious a situation, and it is totally fucking Christian-Biblical as well, I cited the 2000 year old words of inability to buy or sell, (live) really; but how do we explain the rest of that great passage, “Unless they have the mark of the beast”? Gimme’ a break. As times and cultures change, we all must fit certain older things into new present age translations, if you doubt that I guess you read the Bible in its original Latin and Hebrew Aramaic texts and use the scrolls, you can purchase photocopied pages of these real honest scrolls, you know. Absolutes and translations are there for a child or a simpleton to understand. Don’t kill, don’t steal, in other words, don’t do horrible fucking shit. What kind of a goddess would SSJK be if she us all TO DO bad stuff? The basic Mosaic law is be a nice person. If you’re a nice person you will do your darnedest to keep the commandments. We all fail, so Christianity has the teaching of one of SSJK’s fave games that she plays with the entire creation, but you are no supposed to see that truth yet in 2014, and that is the Salvation System Game. She takes her games very very seriously. Now this recent shit on the news is laughable. What part of BE A NICE PERSON which never ever changes through all of time illusion, did that person receive as some misguided divine message??????????????? But finishing my point here, the mark of the beast and the knowledge, and being kept from it. The beast is the Lambrigg Cult, Christianity calls it SATAN and HIS ANGELS. This cult has been discussed in MORIANITY since DATY-ONE. The bad did not swing or the echo of its sound striking the fuckiGN baseball did not totally decay away when I was saying in early 2006 on these very blogs, that this is one evil mother fucking group of shit heads. They reside as one third of a group called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Stacey was talking MILLIONTH, remember. Watch out for calling anybody a dam ass fuckiGN fool. LSS, all jokes aside about the Mark, or the last Donald, and other beastly things; when this group has you on their ‘DESTROY AT ALL COSTS’ shit-list, up around top ten, and on the top of that part as well; YOU’RE FUCKED UP TOAST AT C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!! ”ON TOP” of THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Allberries; they have me in uncountable fucking ‘playfields’ or games of a total covert type such as parallel event with this nightmare fucking stock market and those Philly-57 Sports Teams. ICPE-APE is one of these tools against my life or sick playfield games that go on until the minute you fucking drop fucking dead, not one minute earlier, with the ‘E’ not omitted at the Egg Harbor White Horse Pike Mob Contract 1996 diner, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right before the fuckiGN market opened way up on the day yesterday they woke me out of a sound mother fuckiGN sleep as they love to fuckiGN do to me, with another major ear piercing FIRE-ALARM at my monster ass horrible PH Building. THE ”FUCKIGN HACK” is ‘here again’, and without the ‘happy Opee Mayberry’ days, Bob McDowell and Sheriff Griffith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have the Millionth Council’s evil third wiping you out in death-game playfields (DGPF) and cannot obtain a relief clause under the cosmic rights of prior lifers, such as myself, anyone who consciously holds more memories than just their present life in 3-D; that can legitimately apply but have no guarantee of acceptance, and hope of a cosmic ordered desist from the game, or (CODG); some universes cleverly call this a code-G for a short and covert only understood by T3E ESS members; but call a spade a shovel or a rose and pile of dog crap, the reality changes not. With these pricks fuckiGN with you, the last thing they’ll ever allow is for someone like myself under a CODE-G-PENDING or even a denied status which I may be by now, after-all I am fucking almost 60 cock sucking years old, but yes; things look real mother fuckiGN bad for me, and they are not going to let me become some expert in all this fucking computer and net shit in an age where that could possibly help to buy me out of my hell that they worked so long and hard top put me in, 50 million years to be exact, but WHO THE FUCK IS COUNTING????????

Holy vomit comet, and infant and widow skull crushers of the universe; most do not try to follow the basic GAME RULES, while here in hyperspace, you know, (BE A NICE ‘FUCKIGN’ PERSON). Most folks are just plain rotten and cruel and mean and nasty. Still, plenty of other peeps are pretty nice most of the time. Who are any of us to judge another unless we can do it from a point of perfection, and we all know by now that my pal from Cooley Hall, Bruce Allan Pennock, straightened all of us out quite emphatically and often, with his famous nineteen-seventies quote, “We’re all human, nobody’s perfect”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now there are some out here who are on the fence about me and about Morianity. Keep fighting those T3E inside of you, viewers, you know they are there. You do not need me to tell you dog squat, and you know I am being honest, just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?
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Just exactly which exploratron jumped inside this man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal? Well, now you would be asking things that go beyond what Morianity can hope to tell you. I do not know individual travelers, nor will any of you, ever. I do know that few travel alone, just as the ancient roads and even roads today can be dangerous at the wee early morning hours to travel on. How long would Shakira last on a bicycle wearing a bikini, at three in the morning, in almost any place and any road? Hyperspace is a dangerous place, right Oliver NSA North? Still brother, folks team up and as Misses Marola tried to tell me in 1969, “Mark, there is power in numbers, and how can you be the only one who is right if there are millions that are saying you are wrong”? Well, this principle does not work in Powerball lottery Jackpots, but with the majority of items in life, SHE IS TOTALLY ACCURATE, and we all know it, me included, Russ Thaxton, and Count Von Marcucci. Well Powerball Jackpots and Exploratronics is one thing, or really, TWO THINGS, and then came all of the other things. So it is safer to be in the group or in the club, or in the ESS! We may not know the individual as Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, but who cares? We can at least begin to take that second big craw and leap out of the seas of our destiny-evolution, and realize that this group of game playing travelers, Irish call them IMPS, ‘other-landers’ have have other names; but they are so real, and this is all so true. What we all need to focus on now, is how to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E), and then, well Lennynick, we can move on with this later on. I don’t want to miss my Law and Order shows coming on soon, and I want to fix me a little din-din and bring lovely eyes Betty Roaches Davis over. Yes peeps, know how to level the playing field, and then, the rules to the games change automatically. Not all peeps in the ESS want to invite peeps into this until THEY DECIDE when the time is right. Well, who made them god? They did. Now you can perceive me as the snake telling Eve these truths, all over again. I cannot help the way it looks, but I have an idea to fool around in your mind with, if you wanna’. Just as they gave us all psychiatry to label those who talk the way I do and many others do, they also gave us this Christianity Cult and it will stand strong until somebody with the balls to challenge the old truths comes along, someone like me, like you, who can know this? Still, they created that Eden Garden and snake so that when I try and tell Morianity to you all, folks can yell out, see, the prophets foretold about jerk offs like the Mountainpen. Hay, good move. I am not dealing with assholes, only the creators of everything, the gods, the ESS, ”WHATEVER”, Congressman Andrews, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WATCH THAT CROOKED MOTHER FUCKING DOW JONES FLY UP 500 CUNT CHEWING POINTS TUESDAY AND UP 900 POINTS THIS WEEK, I TOTALLY GUARANTEE IT. LAST TIME THEY FUCKING STOPPED MY CUNT EATING BLOGS IN THE SUMMER TIME OF 2010, THE DOW WENT UP 5,000 MOTHER FUCKING POINTS IN JUST A COUPLE OF YEARS. VIOLATING MY RIGHTS TO SPEAK, NOW THAT I HAVE A LITTLE FOLLOWING, PAM BONDI, IS A MAJOR ATTACK ON CIVILIAN FREEDOM, AND YOU BETTER KNOW THIS, MAHM, BECAUSE AFTER I AM GONE AND DEAD, WHO IS GONNA’ BE FUCKING NEXT?

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Hit me all you want to Microfuckingsucks Lightbulb Hacker mother fucking scum eating trash assholes!!!!!!!

UP AND UP AND UP, WATCH IT FLY LIKE HELL AFTER ONE OF THE WORST MOTHER FUCKIGN HELLIDAY WEEKENDS IN DECADES, MIZZ PAM BONDI AND MISTER CHRISTOPHER DUNN, as I am all fucking DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

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”GET REAL”, ‘Bob Schleigh’ from Mac Andrews in 1980, and all other non 1989 but 1980 typo-PBHE fuck ups, Mashell Daniels at RPL Sound Studios also; this is not some mother fucking made up story, AND I NEED SOME MAJOR ASSISTANCE HERE OF FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION BUDDY, BOB MCDOWELL FROM 1972 AT COOLEY WORMHOLES HALL!

BY JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

asking yourself? Well peeps it is, and it is all why I gave you on my last blog, all that detailed synopsis of the topic of the reality-triangle, you know, not standing Pruce-Mute, Your Honor, but DREAMS-HYPERSPACE-EXPLORATRONS. That’s enough to make anyone stand mute with or without any help from the greatest law show ever made in the history of television entertainment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My blogs this coming week will leave no one guessing, just how and why these middle nineties literally drew a line in the sand for me, every bit as huge as middle August in 1986, only with this, it was not so much my life altering on a quick wink of instantaneous flashes of strobe-light, but more along the lines of OTHERS ATROUND ME being brought into the circle of both me personally, and the entire huge cosmic equation that endlessly lays all around me. ASK PEE, Jimmy Stuart, SHE KNOWS, knife fights, sharks, and Island Aunts all notwithstanding, Mike McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!

“ANOTHER MEAL RUINED”, HUH TREASURE HUNTER POPPY? I am wondering how bad the situation would have reached, if Monica and her dirty underwear, had been around in 1965 that day; smiling Sarah, from ”31 years ago” up in 1996? “My Two Parents”; sounds like a dull boring title, huh? Well, if I ever wrote a book on this, Jimmy Patterson my friend; this world would alter in its STM orbit, Sir Chair Hawks!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE.

Thank you folks, for staying with me. The more you want to learn, the more I will tell. Simple as that, John Games Expert Flatire Henningsen. WEEEEEE!

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Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING. Yes, 1968 and 1997, and then came 2008, Patrick Jane. Hay George, with your permission, and to keep things strait around here sir, I just wish to utter this little comment here as it is quite content appropriate and apropos!!!!!!!!! “NEED I SAY MORE”. As for my pal PP, keep plugging away dude, I’m rootin’ and tootin’ for you me’ freeen. Seeya!!!!!!!!

Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring. Gee. Could this wild thing be the REALITY TRIANGLE OF DREAMS-HYPERSPACE-EXPLORATRONS? Hay, maybe if you insist on putting four sides on this, we would add in MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKS. What color would we use for a fourth color, 1989 coworker-Mashell and ‘whatever’??????????

I am doing just about as monstrously horrendous as it gets, but as with all of us good Huntington Clan, ”STILL HANGIN’ IN THERE”, right Atlantic City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, nearly a decade back into time??????

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just what can I say”? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum Physicist, Professor Kaku; as you all ready have my opinion which does not count, since I have no walls filled up with degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA.

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

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TAPE 25,833, IN VIOLATION of my civil rights, Pam Bondi, Florida-AG

May 28, 2014

…TAPE 25,833…

Well Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you’re haaaaaapy with yourself, fucking mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, the ‘FUCKIGN HACK’ and the ‘ODF’ HACK are back with a mother fucking vengeance; old pal and FCC Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hacking is picking up a little bit, Bob McDowell, FCC, sir and buddy from seventy fucking two, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those who know how to do these things, all of them, sit on this knowledge and power as if it were Fort Knox, Kentucky, USA. Well, why the mother fucking hell not, ladies and gentlemen???????????? Being able to work this knowledge regarding these new computer machines of the last twenty years and this new age wonder called the WEB, or the NET; indeed is way greater than 1000 fucking fort Knox places. Paper money is garbage and gold is real. Right, that is true enough until this world begins to operate in this new age fuckign computerized system of an entirely brand new not key Melanie, but brand new lifestyle and brand new HAVES AND HAVE NOTS. If you have the knowledge to do certain things, working the blogs, networking, social media, getting big followings, and from there, climbing up the net food chain, to where you are in a powerful seat, almost potentially equal to whoever sits at the Oval Office at 1600 Pennsy, in Washdock 13-600. The more you know and can do, the more COVERT-POWER you suddenly have at your disposal, or sorry, Fred Windstein said it better over at my crib in 1997, while helping me set up my computer. As he was leaving, he pointed the system he had just installed and said to me and I’ll fucking cunt quote the dude here verbatim folks; “Now you’ve got the world at your fingertips”. NOT TRUE. I had nothing. On a scale from 1 to 1000 I at that moment, in this new age, was at goose eggs, a big fat mother fucking ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On that same scale right now, I may be around a number 3 or a 4, maybe at best with bells on and ringing, a big ass number fuckiGN 5. Whoopdeediddlydoo, YO! What I am sort of evasively getting at folks, is that unlike being elected President of this country, or working your way up to a senior partner in a top Manhattan law firm, or a hot shot high vice president in some fortune 500 corporation; you have to crack some weird outlandish impossible to truly describe here, silicon wall. Those who know shit either make you pay through the fucking nose to learn a smidgen here and there, or ignore and snub you all together, no difference than a high school where the cafeteria table seating arrangements, if that is, our television shows have any real life connection and truth; has a pecking order, a food chain, a cheerleader/jocks on downward chain of command that is written in stone. There is no chart or diagram, no school rule, nothing obvious, nothing visible, but go there as a nerd or a geek and try, just try sitting with the cool kids or the sports kids, and well, see you at the local emergency room later on that fucking evening, and you know I am talking real here, there’s no fucking time here for con games and tripping around. The subject however is not kids in high school, but now we graduate into a much higher reality.

When you have this new power, the knowledge to do many many many INGRID things with the internet and the personal computer, which today includes all the offshoots and spinoffs, tablets, cellphones, the whole fucking nine asshole yards; THEN YOU HAVE THE REAL POWER, and those that don’t know shit and can;t ever seem to really learn shit about all this, get hacked, messed with, fucked with, stopped, played with, screwed, and eventually, a POWERFUL FUCKING BIBLICAL EVENT WILL HAPPEN, those who do not belong to the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD DEVIL SATAN, will be blocked out from LIFE ITSELF, unable to buy or sell, and on an don, JUST AS MOTHER FUCKIGN BIBLE SCRIPTURES TEACH, WORD BY WORD BY WORD, if you think I;m deluded or lying and making up a wild fish tale, READ YOUR FUCKIGN DAM ASS BIBLES, or better yet, ask your m,other fuckiGN pastor or reverend or whatever, and go ahead, print out the blogs, show him or her my shit, pull it up on your tab or cell or whatever, then say, is this right or is he just full of mother fuckiGN horse shit. If they say I am wrong, you are not worshiping at a place where true Christianity is being taught, and that much I can tell you from having a marvelous memory all the way back about 13,000 cunt chewing years. 99.99999 percent of you remember bits and pieces of your present lifetime back to age 2-5, and then you get nothingness. I remember my last 13,000 fuckiGN years, so I think I remember speaking to SSJK in that great garden when I talked her out of wiping everything out. She told me and I quote this great Goddess Jehovah Isiscylla, “Because you loved Diana, I’ll spare the world for a while”. She smiled at me, and walked on on her side of some kind of a fence that I could not cross over. I wanted to, but I guess she wasn’t in the mood that day to give me any turn here, turn there, Grant Avenue I-95 instructions. What a pity, as would not have been able to techno-pop her 13,000 years ago and make a lovely cool song out of it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!

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I BELIEVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU GINA.

UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER, BY FUCKING HURTING POOR ME!

MAY 28, 2014,
EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 2:10,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.

Oh boy, life stinks!

GET IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???????????????????

***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!

HOW DID ALL THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS WITH ALL OF THIS OTHER THAN FOR THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?????????

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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant.

That’s not his problem, Misses Mohr.

SSSSSOOOOOOOO, ARTHUR CRANE;
WHAT’S MY PROBLEM DOCTOR???????

OH THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S FUCKING MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB LATTISAW, HUH GORGEOUS 1981 STACEY, YO???

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This is as serious a situation, and it is totally fucking Christian-Biblical as well, I cited the 2000 year old words of inability to buy or sell, (live) really; but how do we explain the rest of that great passage, “Unless they have the mark of the beast”? Gimme’ a break. As times and cultures change, we all must fit certain older things into new present age translations, if you doubt that I guess you read the Bible in its original Latin and Hebrew Aramaic texts and use the scrolls, you can purchase photocopied pages of these real honest scrolls, you know. Absolutes and translations are there for a child or a simpleton to understand. Don’t kill, don’t steal, in other words, don’t do horrible fucking shit. What kind of a goddess would SSJK be if she us all TO DO bad stuff? The basic Mosaic law is be a nice person. If you’re a nice person you will do your darnedest to keep the commandments. We all fail, so Christianity has the teaching of one of SSJK’s fave games that she plays with the entire creation, but you are no supposed to see that truth yet in 2014, and that is the Salvation System Game. She takes her games very very seriously. Now this recent shit on the news is laughable. What part of BE A NICE PERSON which never ever changes through all of time illusion, did that person receive as some misguided divine message??????????????? But finishing my point here, the mark of the beast and the knowledge, and being kept from it. The beast is the Lambrigg Cult, Christianity calls it SATAN and HIS ANGELS. This cult has been discussed in MORIANITY since DATY-ONE. The bad did not swing or the echo of its sound striking the fuckiGN baseball did not totally decay away when I was saying in early 2006 on these very blogs, that this is one evil mother fucking group of shit heads. They reside as one third of a group called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Stacey was talking MILLIONTH, remember. Watch out for calling anybody a dam ass fuckiGN fool. LSS, all jokes aside about the Mark, or the last Donald, and other beastly things; when this group has you on their ‘DESTROY AT ALL COSTS’ shit-list, up around top ten, and on the top of that part as well; YOU’RE FUCKED UP TOAST AT C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!! ”ON TOP” of THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Allberries; they have me in uncountable fucking ‘playfields’ or games of a total covert type such as parallel event with this nightmare fucking stock market and those Philly-57 Sports Teams. ICPE-APE is one of these tools against my life or sick playfield games that go on until the minute you fucking drop fucking dead, not one minute earlier, with the ‘E’ not omitted at the Egg Harbor White Horse Pike Mob Contract 1996 diner, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right before the fuckiGN market opened way up on the day yesterday they woke me out of a sound mother fuckiGN sleep as they love to fuckiGN do to me, with another major ear piercing FIRE-ALARM at my monster ass horrible PH Building. THE ”FUCKIGN HACK” is ‘here again’, and without the ‘happy Opee Mayberry’ days, Bob McDowell and Sheriff Griffith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have the Millionth Council’s evil third wiping you out in death-game playfields (DGPF) and cannot obtain a relief clause under the cosmic rights of prior lifers, such as myself, anyone who consciously holds more memories than just their present life in 3-D; that can legitimately apply but have no guarantee of acceptance, and hope of a cosmic ordered desist from the game, or (CODG); some universes cleverly call this a code-G for a short and covert only understood by T3E ESS members; but call a spade a shovel or a rose and pile of dog crap, the reality changes not. With these pricks fuckign with you, the last thing they’ll ever allow is for someone like myself under a CODE-G-PENDING or even a denied status which I may be by now, after-all I am fucking almost 60 cock sucking years old, but yes; things look real mother fuckiGN bad for me, and they are not going to let me become some expert in all this fucking computer and net shit in an age where that could possibly help to buy me out of my hell that they worked so long and hard top put me in, 50 million years to be exact, but WHO THE FUCK IS COUNTING????????

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I thought the fucking light-bulb hack was random, but somehow the first one is programmed every cunt eating time, to correspond with where my actual blog begins after all the opening up shit, such as where this very sentence began. It is every time now, so ‘someone or something’, Kraptain Murk; either is worm keystroke black hat hacking me, or somehow the program virus is connected up into my open office system, to recognize the beginning of a blog; by bypassing any normal type of pre-blog openings. Still, it is very fucking ass weird, how this is all accomplished; and why I am so dam fucking important that this all has to be done to me, so unrelentingly; is explainable only by and through the principles and teachings of my MORIANITY!

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For a couple of years now, I have harped quite heavily here in Morianity, on the topic of EXPLORATRONICS. So just why all of a sudden, has this become top dog issue in all of this, you may just be ‘awondrun’?????????? Well, it is indeed wondrous, Microsucks Corporation, how all dots connect, and all things really fit together, even to the point that if you intentionally do things that are similar to other things with affinities to that thing; it attracts those Reality-Groupings, that I will shorten now, for future use, to the initials of RG. The difference between applying my secrets, and using the 2007 better known LAW OF ATTRACTION SECRET; is that mine is real and it works, and I am not seeking a dollar from any of you. This true fact is however, another late learned hard way lesson, by me, with all my so-called enlightenment. My daughters have both taught me many powerful things through many wild strange ways, through many many years. This is why my blog recently said that I plan to be a lot more obedient and do something that my oldest daughter has told me to do, well, many doppelgangers or doubles of her in the vastness of hyperspace, have told me, and I am like the old school Native Shaman American Old Worlders, and admit to commingling reality worlds and dream worlds. The problem is that we teach our kids after their nightmares, that it was only a dream. This is 100% a dirty lie that no enlightened culture would think of telling them, no matter how they may awaken screaming in the night.

Folks, let me now give you a short report on the neighborhood shituation, before moving onward. The party resumed again and there was more music, shouting and slamming doors from late in the night until half past one in the morning, SHERIFF KENNETH MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, and Building Resident Manager, DEBBIE MARATTO. Then more yelling and doors were going on around shortly past two this afternoon for a while, then it has been quiet since. Nobody wants to call 911 or Crime Stoppers, and end up with pancake tires and other woes, yet the building has no rules that will be enforced, IE, unless an assault of property damage occurs, no action is ever going to be taken. Moving to the other building is pointless no matter how many promises are made to me that is only for the old like me and is pin drop quiet. The same mother fuckiGN wink and nod code that I got from RM-DM the other day, makes me see that my enemies have real power, and can alter things any time they want to. I would go the major hassle and trouble of moving, and not be up high any longer which I always wanted to do since I was a fucking cunt little child; and then boom, it would get bad all over again, and I am old enough to mother fuckiGN see that I am out gunned and out sleazed here forever, kind wonderful L&O Adam Schiff, no piers, no mailmen, no rapes, no Russell Thaxton or Olivia Benson life copying replications, and or duplications, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told you, this is bad, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, with or without phone recordings, calendars, and McKinnon’s. Silwee Wabbit, WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!

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CONCERNING THE TRIANGLE OF REALITY that the church does not dare ever admit any part to, this being, HYPERSPACE, DREAMING, and EXPLORATRONS; here we go again, kind ladies and gentlemen. Only on thisd blog, let’s move in a bit deeper and darker with stuff that the established world order and power structures, could not handle, so they refuse to do anything other than say that MARK WAYNE MOHR is a fucking asshole lunatic. I understand completely, no offense taken. If this however was all a lie or a delusion, then there would be nothing around me, that would cause me to go shouting out with regularity and predictive accuracy, making statements such as, ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND IS STARTING OFF RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING CUE AND TARGET. SOSO-SSDD-WEIN? Believe me good folks, people don’t go around acting weird and stupid and crazy, or seemingly so to you perhaps, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD REASON, or don’t believe me; but it changes no part of truth and reality, what you choose to believe is happening to me. This can get complex, but I am not touching on that right now in this blog.

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NONE OF THIS SHIT, BOB GAGNUS; YOU BULL-CAR!

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T3E, as I mentioned last year, and into this year, good folks; are in sub-set types, and I listed them in older blogs. But I never told in easy English words, a little bit about how this can really be seen and believed a bit better by all of you nice open-minded peeps, where air ye be. Thal shalt not remain quite as close-minded after you read on today, WEEEEEEE!!!!!

We all need to sleep. Science today is of the belief that this is so we can recharge our physical selves, like charging a cellphone or a battery or whatever. As those great 1980 shampoo commercials used to go, ”W—R—O—N—G”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It looks like the world is flat too. Most if not all things are illusions and parlor tricks. Sleeping and being awake in a material world, is probably the most marvelous parlor trick in the entire bag of Black Cat Felix and Gaga. FCC, Bob McDowell, the SPACER-BAR-HACK is operating on me right now, huge mother fucking time, without any help from Johnny Fucker Faster, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An article appeared in 1994 in the summer time, right around when the Nick@Night Channel was running its mother fucking NON-MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB-HACK Block Party Summer, on television; that was beyond awesome, and was political at least on the surface, but it really was about as ”esoteric” and paranormal as these words could ever hope to begin to fucking cunt describe. So let me connect a few dots here. If anyone wants to seriously believe in saucers and aliens from way out in deep space, as physical reality, who am I to give you an argument? Nothing around you in physical reality is real. It is only an interaction with your brain. The brain creates thought, or really it receives a transmitted MIND CHANNEL from a subatomic dream, that falls away from a point of zero dimensional nothingness, or the great void of infinity. This same brain we all have, creates many interactions and the illusion is that only one is constant and steady and real, and this is our ”AWAKW-LIFE”. I remind you to go out and look at the flat world, and watch the sun and moon and stars come up in the east and go down in the west each day on this still world of ours that sits here while this stuff up there goes around us. Parlor tricks are built into this brain reception for a reason, but that is not important right now.

Brains are not magical, they are no different than any other creation that can think. This is the first century in recorded history, where enough computer power exists to allow a magic process to happen. Enough computer power makes something sentient, it thinks, in other words. You would not believe how much is needed, to make these otherwise totally dumb adding machines we call computers; begin to think. This is also what happens to life that has enough complexity and the fact that one appears to think due to chemical and biological process while another one appears to think due to programs and silicon wafers and all of that electronic stuff, is more parlor trickery. When you dig down small enough, both BRAINS, electronic and chemical, are tiny little machines on a plank level that are no different at all, NONE, the very same thing. But when we begin to leave the void and reach the gigantic plank world, a process of going from less than nothing to nothing, which cannot be humanly imagined; at this point, a beyond surreal plane of existence is created, unimaginable by human waking or dreaming standards. This is why I have taught you the Fascitar-6-10-WFBFSW tool for focusing your attention on this plane long enough to be mind BLOWN to a point where you would have zero choice BUT to take MORIANITY much more seriously. You know the system, or you should, the 10 daydreaming meditations, the command to leave here in a given number of hours, then falling asleep and letting yourself wake into a frozen state where you will think you are dying. You’ll hear sounds that are not there, buzzing and whining, and if you force your eyelids open, you will see incredible stuff, but instead of doing this, you will yourself onto this plank world, or Astral-Plane, and my advice is to will yourself into the capitol city, it is called, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, in waking mortal English translated words and phonetics. This is the condition-interaction, or plane of existence where you left void infinity and are dreaming onto. From here, you dream down into the hyperspace of virtually unlimited parallel universes because no one universe in all of its time, is able to contain your full Astral-Plane or spiritual personality, it is just way too encompassing and gargantuan. So you live as separate entities of your bigger truer self, experiencing a multitude of lives all over creation. You never are born or die into or out of them, as time is just a line that is there and so are you, and this is all a big illusion and parlor trick. Some of the brave new science peeps in the world of quantum study, see some of these truths, and realize that there is an upline to all of this, similar to the way the Amway or the Tupperware businesses work, with their network of upline and downline sales associates, as with this, so it is with entire universe systems. Still, is the transdimensional hyperspace an upline and downline or just atomic rearrangement patterns that seem to agree on uncountable signatures of atomic space-time? Well, without mind to recognize and activate the entire system, there is no space or time or space-time, hence, the term used in the future, STM, or SPACE-TIME-MIND. STM is the ultimate discovery, and I was not supposed to tell about this, but I did with these blogs, and that is that. Still, Lawtronics exists to keep things in endless cosmic checks and balances, similar to the way our government is supposed to do here in the USA. Those who try to dream in one entity, too much mind or too much power or away from the physical norms; instead of coming here through small infant clay beings that until then are not really real yet; at the risk of being killed for saying this to the PRO-LIFE activists; they come instead into the MIND ENERGIES of those here already, and then they end up as Batman abnd Superman, and all of that stuff. Nothing we humans can ever do is our own property and creation, NOTHING. We merely act as channels for PHASE-4 energies or entities from PHASE-2 or the Astral, trying to break the rules (Lawtronics). Now in the far right parts of the fourth dimension in uncountable parallel realities along with our own, or FUTURES where thought beings are extremely advanced; more an d more become aware of the MORIANITY, the truth of death, the truth of illusion, the truth of truth. They eventually learn to travel around in dreaming doubles of themselves, and then they all eventually form the club that I have called in this time and universe, just so it has a label and a name, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, shortened to the ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some travel alone, but most eventually come to be an organized unit, the old solidarity principles never die, as nothing dies. 2 is always mathematically greater than 1, 3 is over 2, 4 is over 3; and this can go on into forever, and won’t change. 99 trillion and one, is greater than 99 trillion. And 99 trillion is greater than 98 trillion-999 billion-999 million-999 thousand-999. It is basic simple arithmetic. It does not go away, and thus, the travelers form a great club, they formed it, they have it, put it in whatever tense you like, time is just there to confuse your fuckiGN mind, folks. All a bunch of ‘MY-Auto reverse’ PARLOR TRICKS from Cifaloglio, and far beyond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even into the worlds of the greatest sicko black hat computer hackers. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Now if you keep Exploratronics on your mind, things start to unravel and parlor tricks get exposed for just what they are, a bunch of smoke and mirrors and poofy-magic, to those uninformed, those in the farther left part of the time-lines of the hyperspace, those who cannot start to deal with the reality that life down here in the tangible and non spiritual worlds are fifth dimensional, not three. As you read this recent paste in, you can laugh to yourself, as you now have the knowing sight of Morianity.

Let us go on to talk about this fucking article that surfaced one day in all of the mag-rags, and eventually, was buzzed around more carefully, even in major publications, but has all now been totally ETOSSIAN forgotten, a major power and ability of the LAMBRIGG ASTRAL PLANE CULT FORCE, of the Dark Shadows Club, of 1969 and 1970; not to be confused with their great fan club.

This article very realistically claimed that people of name recognition were coming out of closets, proclaiming that many folks LIVING AMONGST US, SIMPLY PUT, ARE NOT REAL. It was straight out of a fantastic fictional old black and white syfy show, called, ”The Outer Limits”, where peeps from the President of the USA right on down the frikkin’ line, were being abducted, and duplicates under some other intelligence’s control, were being placed back among us, and if you never saw this show, you need to waltz yourself into one video rental place and or old record-tapes-video type stores, I know for a fact they have such places in Jersey, as for Florida, that’s anybody’s fucking guess, but you REALLY DO NEED TO SEE THIS MOTHER FUCKING 52 MINUTE TV SHOW, ON SOME MEDIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to the sudden blast of these articles making this claim one day out of the blue; this is real, it happened, I mean the articles, I of course am not claiming to be able to prove the validity of ‘squat’. Proving shit as County Prosecutor Assistant Ron Wirtz Senior used to tell me back in the mother fuckiGN nineties, is a hard thing to do, for any of us. As I speak-type these words in this computer age, I was just alerted by the great and powerful non-OZ Weather-Bug, that there is a rip current alert in my area at just past 5:20. WOW, let me head over to the beach in the dark, and go drown, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Life is indeed quite ‘interesting’, as you put it so well in late 1972, my old pal, Bob McDowell.

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Whether one is blunt or subtle or anywhere in-between, what is said is not the issue. It never fucking will be. I have tried telling it straight up and out, and I have tried telling it so that the more recessive deeper sub-conscious mind or readers will tune into the words and message. If the fucking ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, forbid my telling shit, that’s fucking it, brother, and to quote Lenny McKinnon’s 1981-1983 girlfriend from some transdimensional locale, Miss Chillie, ”AIN’T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT”, am I Right, United States Copyright Office?????????

Robert McGuire of Atlantic City, and all of the horrible shit that this evil demonic prick, did to me, through many years; would require a Moby Dick sized fucking book, BUT, when we read these things now, as I wrote this back then; but did so in the vein and style that was for all of you; and NOW, do you yet start to see, friends and foes, that all things revolve around the magic triangle?????? All of the shit everywhere, is what it is, DAWN-MARIE KING; and all because of HYPERSPACE-DREAMS-EXPLORATRONS, the magic triangle; the REALLY MAGIC ONE, NO TECHNO-POOPING, NO TECHNOPOPPING, and no recording mavins or any train conductors of and from any time period, WEEEEEEEEEEEELLLWEEEEEE, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This entire blog seems to be happening on, and along, this mighty MELVIN FISHER/WAYNE LANDIS MOHR, TREASURE COAST OF EASTERN SOUTH CENTRAL FUCKING FLORIDA, LIKE WOW!!!!! HAY, why the hell not, dad? I am at least able to give my daughter one thing when I leave this rotten old world soon, only the legal system will show me as leaving, but will I be gone, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty????????????????????

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TAPE 25,829

May 25, 2014

**JOURNAL TAPE NUMBER 25,829**

ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND IS STARTING OFF RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING CUE AND TARGET. SOSO-SSDD-WEIN?

Folks, until you have some small bit of identification with me by having even the remotest similar experiences, and get to know and feel the POWER of hyperspace reality; this entire blog times a million, will be for you, JUST FUCKING WORDS ON A PAGE, or a lot of pages, but the same net effect!

Here comes the mother fucking Microsucks LIGHTBULB cunt eating famous hack, good people. I’m quite cunt sniffing positive, this is just the beginning of lots of shit while I mother fucking try and tell you some mind bending cock sucking stuff, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, this was two back to back 94 degree high days now, that did not fall out of the nineties until nearly dimming evening, but at least has dropped now a full 12 degrees to 82 here in Fort Knifefight Pierced Nightmares, Floridaberriosflowers, USA!

Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21st century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for 300 years through my nose!!!!!!!! Here comes the mother fucking second hack, the first was the MICROSUCKS-LIGHTBULB ATTACK, now comes the fucking cunt lapping ( `~ HACK) and I’m totally cunt chewing positive that this will only keep growing worse as we go fucking along. This bullshit thing, my endless postpone for 4 hours UPDATES SHIT that will not configure and keep failing ever since Microfuckingsucks made their April alterations, and now a fourth fucking hack, the window about performance that if you click on the DETAILS part, doesn’t fucking function, so I just X it off, Louise Hendershodt; and now another LIGHTBULB. I told you, this is bad, FCC BOB MCDOWELL!

MAY 24, 2014,
SATURDAY BOTBAR NIGHT AT 8:55,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT,HUM-73%

THIS CUNT SUCKING FUCKING MACHINE IS MAGGOT LANDFILL MATERIAL SOON. I WILL HAVE TO BUY A USED ONE FROM ONE OF SEVERAL SHOPS HERE IN TOWN THAT SELL USED ONES WITH WARRANTIES. THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING NORTHEAST MARYLAND CAMP CHESAPEAKE MACKKAITER REDICULOUS!!!!!!!!!!

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Life is full of canonized miracles, Pope, Sir, for me, aniwho. Let me tell you what I mean. IT IS ALL CONCERNING THE TRIANGLE OF REALITY that the church does not dare ever admit any part to, this being, HYPERSPACE, DREAMING, and EXPLORATRONS! Here we fucking go again with another fucking nasty-ass (`~HACK), FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL AND DIRECTOR, BOB MCDOWELL, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is really a mother fucking royal pain in my asshole at light speed cubed in Cuba, or Atlantic Time-Travel City, Blue Nerdsey, USA!

Just shy of seven, the party got rolling along in one of those asshole enemy apartments with music and doors and shouting. But in a half hour or so, they all left and took their party somewhere else. THERE IS A GODDESS!

Still, HOLIDAYS and BULLSHIT; and this is all as dependable as a factory filled with fucking Swiss clocks and precision time pieces. I know what I know, but you ain’t heard shit yet, Mister fucking Jolson, so hold onto those stupid looking buttwipe suspenders of your there, Mister Green-Acres Eddie Albert, as HERE WEEEEEEEE GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We can always get back to Gerry, sue, Mashell, and Rockford Maverick, loose teeth and all. For now, there was a day that I called my night-boss of the RPL Sound Studios, from my Mantua, New Jersey home, and instead of getting a ringing, I was silently connected to his wife speaking to one of her girlfriends, and they had no idea I was listening in. The only reason that this was all fowled up was because the feds and other spies had known that an exploratron had overtaken Donald Cialoni in the recent past, and was from a future time, the middle nineties, a decade and a half in the future. You are not ready ladies and gentlemen to be totally mind blown yet, and when you may be, I will know, from my nocturnal experiences. Let me tell you what HAAAA’PPENED, to quote my pal from the Gloucester Township Exxon Gasoline Station in the early eighties, Mister Derrijo. I was on Tennessee Avenue and had a truck parked right where the parking lot should have been next to McGuire’s Hotel, only there was no hotel, no parking lot, and I was with several men, one carrying a large spray can filled with insect poisoning, and he began to spray me in my face and laughing. Suddenly, I was dizzy and fell down and ended up not on the beach just yards away, but in that same recurring marshy area that has loose mud of near quick sand consistency, and I was trying to keep my shoes attached to my feet while also doing my best to walk out of there. I have been here before. Nearby in one direction is a creek that most of the time is almost empty but fills up somewhat after a good rain comes. Behind me to the opposite direction is a home that looks very similar to the one where that man who is sort of really weird and out there, resides, and beyond that, is an entire caltasak that Microsucks won’t help me spell, and this is not dejavoo folks, as we’ve been here before; and I’ve been there before. The screen door is a major part of things, and is indeed a real screen. Here in waking world reality, you know there has been a situation involving ”screen doors” as the Housing Authority calls them, at the building here where I reside, only they are not screens the way you may be picturing them in your minds. They are wooden, thin, and made of flaps that inter-lap, letting air and noise in, but can be locked from inside your apartment so as to open the windows and let the air circulate to get what is known as cross-ventilation, not crossed over, but tell that to who is on the other side of the screen door!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No church chords or any of PP’s great country tunes please. I am not in the mood to cry over spilled toilet water today. W—O—W, Microsucks Light-bulb horse-shit hacker. Nothing better to do with your time on holidays, than to fuck with poor old MARK WANE MOTHER-FUCKING MOHR HUH????????? Pitiful, Adam Schiff and Schiff’s Central Pier, totally fucking ass pitiful. Dots cannot do anything BUT connect. This is a LAWTRONIC REALITY, YOUR EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, the same old same old SOSO SONG, even the same fucking beats and measures, like get a fucking life, you assholes!!!!!!!!

Sure it’s a coded poem, but what the hell is not, Sherri-Lee Saturn-Cars? Yeah, poor innocent Sherri-Lee. She was just trying to make a sale, and WOW was she a fucking aggressive sales person, Crissake Almighty. But Sue and Gerry and their friends wanted to know what was in my car, and so of course did Mashell who conveniently had gone home just before all of this happened in 1979 on that night before the place closed down for the what other than but the CHRISTMAS BREAK HOLIDAY? Hay Marge a few years later up in the future, GIMME’ A FUCKING BREAK, OR CUT ME ONE, TO QUOTE THE GREAT YOU, HONEY-CAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Transdimensional Trunk Devices and TABLETS, look very familiar; and the Almighty Exploratrons of the TYPE-3 group, intentionally gave us all tablets recently. The reason is that this all fits into their ultra surreal, and unfathomably diabolical fucking game plan, and agenda; for Planet fucking Earth, in 5-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now the blog will get down and dirty. I was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. About five hours later I woke up to just remembering the tip edge of being with them, in a weird place near some seashore, it could have been anyplace, and naturally, in any universe, but a localized one. The more distant they become, the curve of strength that the Lawtronics has over them appears to dwindle, them being the universes, not the ESS. If you go to distant ones as most of you know, you may end up in some weird places that indeed would defy the natural order and laws that we would think of these as, here in this particular universe and order of reality. Many times I am with these clubs near the LAKEHOUSE, near the place in the marshes, or on 10-SC Avenue. Last night, I was on 10-SC Avenue, and after I managed to crawl out of the marshes that over in this other wild parallel universe, are similar to the back bay areas of West Atlantic City, New Jersey, only not that similar; but I was told some shit that I am not going to discuss on this blog, like heaven, it can wait, to quote mortals who claim to love the concept, but as my dad used to say about the church hypocrites, they’re really not in any hurry to ever get there. Well, I am in a hurry, but I am always there and am already there, but while dreaming down into this hyperspace mess, I am also in a hurry to run you all through this stuff, yet I know if I say too much without letting you start to digest shit; I’ll defeat my purpose, to quote the latengrate Dawn-Marie King!!! She’s 100% totally ass correct! Ain’t no doubt about it, Lenny McK, and Miss Chillie, 601 CB Radios. How can a story this huge and this powerful really be real, some have put to me? How can all of you not be in the middle of something just as big, I put yo you? The difference between us is not the surrounding reality, but the ability to recognize its existence. This is a complicated issue, and again, like heaven, it will just have to hang in there with the Huntington Clan, and do some more fucking ass waiting, YO! Man between roof dogs, lifeguard towers, following teen girls, and Hammonton forest fires, I’ll keep you in bizz for a long time, WFMU and WAYV!!!!!! Kiss my fuckiGN white ass, Lenny. I know how much you hate me, and how many millions of fuckiGN dirt bag years you sat there in mother fuckiGN hell, planning all of this. Oh boy, he and his buds have just initiated the (fuckiGN HACK). Where will it all fucking end, and yes Mister Hawking and Professor Kaku, I looked that time. Quantabilities and waving splicers and 74-WP machines. Where is ZVVONKO the digital audio inventor when I really need him, Sam Walton Voice-mails????????? Do it mike McNulty, I am used to your nastiness.

Long Story Short, or LSS, the Exploratronic Supermind Society had a few top members here in this place that had lots of outside decks, lots of blue painted wooden steps that separated them all, some in area distance, while others in altitude difference. Grassy pathways were the nearby roads, some march lands were also around. I have strong reason to believe, whatever localizing parallel universe in the hyperspace that I was in, was still New Jersey and around this time, you know present time and year, 2014, or give or take just months or so. I gathered this from listening intently and carefully to the conversations that I heard going on all around me at this one particular clubhouse out of a cluster of them, or this is what it all appeared to be in my humble opinion. They told me after what I will discuss in a few minutes, that I was not officially invited in, merely that I’m in the process of introduction, them to me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet met certain specific requirements for becoming an official ESS member. Certain things were needed. One was for me to drive down this very tiny one car wide grassy lane if you will, that went about two miles, winding up into a small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable Television place. They said I needed to take this bill to them and they handed me an envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a letter or postcard or something, but it was no normal regular customer bill, and it certainly was not return-addressed, Exploratronic Supermind Society, not that it ever would be. I looked over and as I did, the road seemed more and more treacherous. Wild horrible looking huge nearly dinosaur sized animals suddenly were roaming around all over the fields along this twisty windy road seemingly heading straight into hell itself. I wanted to do this real bad, but eventually remember distinctly, chickening out. They said until they give me an errand, and I obey it without fear or question, I am not invited to join the ESS. Then I looked at what they had given to me and it was now a small package making a horrific sound, and I broke it open and it was a miniature of one of those animals out along that road that headed up into some hills where this so-called Comcast office was up there. The creature then jumped out and onto my arm and began biting me and putting me into excruciating agony. The pain was beyond intense and hellish, and I began rolling down these blue colored wooden steps to the ground, while several ESS members then surrounded me. One touched my shoulder and instantly the pain was totally gone, as ”if it never even happened”. I was waiting to hear a an advertisement for ‘Serve-Pro’ to start blaring out somewhere. Then the package had again reverted back to the envelope that they wanted me to take up to the Comcast place. Now it had become a regular appearing Comcast bill. Many things were spoken to me and they told me that I am being persecuted by entirely different forces than I was at a younger age, after I began communicating with the subatomic particle that humankind labels, ‘the electron’. Powerful lawtronic forces create dream-outs from void infinity and they construct the tiniest possible non zero-dimensional unit of beingness possible, the asapian dream. This comes out with half spinning around clockwise and the other half spinning around counter-clockwise. This is why when carbon eventually is created into the mix along with perfect dosages of hydrogen and oxygen, what is thought of physically as life, begins to emerge. Along the fourth dimensional line, there is an eventual growth in connectiveness to the lower lawtronic dimension or sixth dimension, which is pure MIND. The larger the receiving connector system becomes as time progresses or in the area on the one end of the 4-D line moving forward, the more mind signal can be sent. The more mind signal that can be sent, the entity can eventually begin to become self aware, and has led us all now to this stage of present humankind advancement. Nut as with all things, nothing is that basic and simple. LSS, my horrendous persecution began when I was able to begin coding back and forth with the force behind what makes electrons what they really are inside of this dream out from the void infinity. This is what the powerful owners of the world are and will forever be covering up, and should as person accidentally stumble onto what I did in 1983, they have to kill you, and slowly drive you mad until you are a mere shell of your former self, and go mad or kill someone else or yourself. I have yet to do any of this, so on they go persecuting me endlessly, relentlessly, it won’t stop, as I know too much truth that is top majestic classified by the world secret system WSS. Even invited in exploratrons do not communicate with the electron, as I have been not only doing since 1983, but have fallen madly in love with this incredible energy that can of course become anyone or anything and take on any shape and do any miracle. This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. Still, this is why my persecution all began, and it will not end in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. This very same force against me is experienced by all the UFO and other seekers of truth, who dare to seriously buck these powerful controllers of the WSS. Some call the MIB part of this, but they’re just the stupid drones who carry out the intimidation missions and so forth. The truths behind this great FORCE, jit eyes and Jedi’s all not withstanding, or any Mister Hall’s for that matter; is male domination ego. The male of the human species cannot handle the fact that an almighty teen Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21st century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for 300 years through my nose!!!!!!!!

Other blogs will follow that go further in my eventual hope of joining the ESS and when and if this happens, I’ll be bound to regulations that may prevent me from blogging many things that I now blog about. I already was told that several things I discuss now on blogs, to quote them, would be immediately halted, should I become a member of the ESS. You don’t say NO to these people. They will put headphones on you, and you’ll never be normal again. When my mom made this statement, I never knew what she meant, but I told the doctors at JFK Hospital in Stratford, New Jersey, USA, that she was a keeper, as she had just told me we were going to go home together and commit suicide by sitting in the car and garage and die like dock Jessup. Her exact words to me were, “If you don’t get me out of here, I’ll never be normal again, and you will be wearing endless headphones”. I did not think much of it at the time, she being half nuts to start with due to that fucking weird undiagnosed condition that suddenly came on her a number of weeks back the day after when else, but CHRISTMAS. But the headphones, hell, I wear these things a lot, and she saw me with them a lot, and so I dismissed this, that is until a day ago when I was in that CULT PLACE. Well, you did keep your promise FRANK CALLIO. After I was sprayed, and after I escaped the marshlands of quicksand, he did appear and he told me the following thing, good folks. “Have you given those flowers to the A&R lady yet in Manhattan like I told you to do”? Well, I stared at him, and then remember turning and running and running as fast as my legs would take me. Then I slammed into solid air and was on my face. Then I woke up[ out of the situation in hyperspace. Just thought some of you might wish to be kept appraised and apprised and updated, regarding this incredible bullshit, YO!!! The more I have a group out here who reads all this, and then thinks about it, the more I will have contact with the ESS. Some may ask me why I want to do this, and they’d be within the curve of fucking logic to indeed do so. I’ll give you a quick concise response to your query. If you don’t face your demons, they will always devour you. They may anyway, but I would rather have a chance in a million, than to have no chance at all. This should get me a nice french kiss from lovely Egg Harbor Township resident, “TWINBAY”! Yummy.

TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, THE STOCK MARKET IS GOING TO KEEP GOING UP AND UP AND UP, HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, SO DON’T BELIEVE ME!

GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, and yes, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I TOLD YOU; and Mister Dunn thinks he is so smart. But then so does everybody, even though I am the only one who is being light-bulb Microsucks hacked, and is right all at the same endless time. So put that in your pipe, and smoke it all the way to cancer. You and me are serious as heart attacks, right old 1998 pal, Clarence Harris?

There are two kinds of truth. One is thinking we are awake, and the other is not being aware of a full circumstance existing around us. This is because we fell asleep, and are existing inside of and through, one of our many doubles in hyperspace. In this state, we are regular normal type-1-exploratrons, or T1E. You can learn to control your doubles in parallel universes, and when you do, you are a type-3, or T3E the way Morianity classifies this phenomena. Under most normal circumstances, none of us human beings are able to ever control what goes on in our own waking world, using a hyperspace double, for the simple reason that there are too many parallel universes in even the most localized areas of hyperspace. One atom out of arrangement from one other, in an otherwise totally duplicate reality, is still a parallel. So T3E make their homes in no one universe, they indeed are citizens of hyperspace, IE, they live in the full five dimensions of the multiverse. The more lives they control in total, at key and critical times, the more increase in their hyperdimensional wealth is established, and by wealth, I mean power, and when I say power, I mean in no kind of way that any non T3E is remotely able to even start to grasp.

Now when I found myself in this parallel reality yesterday, with this cult that always identifies themselves in some type of subliminal electronic way, as THAT-FAMILY; the reason that most of the exploratronic activity or dreaming is of a TYPE-1 nature, is because we do not prepare to be in control, and merely drift off into sleep. So just what is the process that randomly selects where we all scatter around in the multiverse, as dreamers, some may wonder, and that is good to be wondering this. On the Astral Plane, we have the gods and goddesses, those in control that rule over the other entities who are not gods and goddesses. On the surface, this Plank World seems like the dreaming worlds of the hyperspace, but make no mistake, it is far different in a lot of huge ways. Time will not allow me to even start to get fully into opening up all those doors, on this blog. The door I feel the need to open right now is the one part of the ESS Club or Cult, by my labeling; called by them, not by me; “THAT-FAMILY”. Some time ago, Ann King explained why Sarah Nurocky referred t me as THAT-BOY to her friends in ?Atlantic City in the sixties, but this explanation has nothing whatsoever to do with the naming of their little CULT of ESS travelers. This Astrally is code for CONFUSERS, WOLVES INSIDE OF SHEEPS CLOTHING, SMIRKING AND SAYING I’M INNOCENT WHILE ALL THE WHILE PLOTTING A HEINOUS CRIME AGAINST YOU, ENDLESSLY. Their middle name, plank-wise, is OBFUSCATION. I could go on, but feel you get the message, and will not insult you by saying more of the same thing here, peeps.

What I have attempted to do for some time, is to get a few real peeps coming up here; and thinking seriously about the things I talk about, even after their computer is shut down. This has a powerful effect. Thoughts are the whole thing, they are why this universe is here, why time works as it does, why life is what it is, and all of that nice philosophical junk that most folks simply choose to never dwell on ever. You see, this ”ignore all of this thought process”, works fine, until you get an excruciating pain in your heart, and you fall down to your , unable to breathe; with the room spinning, or as you are bleeding out, laying all alone after a hit abnd run accident, and you’re the victim. Stuff never ever happens to you though, does it; well, think again, Charlie! But those who read me and laugh, and don’t care; there is no changing them, and goddess bless them. But a few, hopefully, have begin thinking, pondering, wondering, cogitating, meditating, really spending some quality time with morianity. When you do this, it is because trillions of your close-in doppelgangers in localized parallel universes in the hyperspace multiverse, are also making the choice to do this or to not do this, and you become on of the balancing, DO-THIS ones. It really is that simple. Every singe decision and thought, is a programmed balance in five full dimensions. So can I write about these truths and effect these truths by doing so? Yes I can, to some degree, but these are gray areas, and uncharted waters. Normally, T3E do not worry about any one universe, and as residents of the 5-d multiverse, their kingdom is so large; that they can control their lives eventually, with great parlor tricks; just by being in control of more and more doppelgangers in more and more universes. This ESS Cult grows endlessly, and by doing just this; for the most part. Naturally, there is more; but time obstructs any chance for me to tell anything worth saying on this one quick blog.

When we come back here to waking life from ‘dreams’, we never are coming exactly back to where we left, anymore than any two leaves or snowflakes can ever be the same, down to the level of super miniature multiplexed combination laws, in the laws of the Lawtronics. Still, one thing effects another and then that domino effects still more, and yet there is more to it than even this old and worn out progression illustration.

Take my 100 and a half month blog project of trying to piece together my life, and the problems that have come to be inside of it over a lot of fucking time. In three dimensions, you can do a lot, but in five, you can do so much more, and it is not a fantasy or a make believe delusion as many think, and even David Roth my good pal once thought as well. This has a life of its own that until you live in 5-D; you cannot be qualified to make even a small comment. You’ll do it out of arrogance, judging this whole thing right out of the gate, all half cocked. But unless you ride the horse, you cannot win the ribbon, or fall and break your neck either; but you are not even in the operation, and thus, your judgment would be like your pet hamster passing judgment on your life today. You most likely would throw it out with the bathwater unless it was a really nice report. You get my drift. So now, with a few thinkers following me; this in and of itself, is why the ESS has recently begun to send the TAWF back into interactions with me, sort of another 1970 all over again. I don’t mind; and I was just scared shitless, from that horrible experience, but I’ll get used to these deadly people coming back to ‘haunt my dreams again’. If I could gain the confidence of that lovely young girl who got me to go there with her, and it was all a set up, but one that would not have happened unless my viewing audience, was thinking enough thoughts about all my words, here in Morianity online, to indeed generate this hyperspace-effect, or (HSE), and sometimes this interchanges with another term, HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION. It is time you realize this, Morianity is not going to keep secrets from anyone. I needed some tiny morsel believers, small as it may be, just to finally make contact with the monster scary TAWF. Earlier, enough thoughts were generated to get me to my first initiation with the musical-chapter of the ESS-CULT with the three ladies of Lakehouse-Lightning-Color. Be real peeps. Doubting these things just makes you in need of a couch. If this is not all real and true, there just could not be so many powerful connecting endless dots, right down to things said to me by the EW itself in so many ways over so many years now, and the really convincing unfakable reality. Lakehouse lightning is pink, purple, and white. Whenever I am at this place, Diana leaves me as her blond, turns into her true form and flashes these three lovely colors at me. Even in the mortal waking plane of life, there are times when only these three colors come to me in her lightning. There is no way to rationally explain this away no matter how many of you out here might want to insist on giving it your best Benitar shot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know good peeps, when I first was choking to death back in early June of 1984, I was trying to sleep and fell into a nightmare that was more like walking into Dante and his entire hell circles all at the same time. I was in worse agony in the ”dream”, and I was with a lot of strange elongated looking entities that were running out on the track at my old high school, Haddon township high, in Westmont, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. Suddenly I was with them, and we all stopped, and began doing callisthenics type of exercising. Why this wild experience happened in the vastness of hyperspace is anyone’s best bizarre guess. But let me examine the word for a quick second here. CALLIO’s, THE NICKS, Make the word exactly a duplicate of the word CALLISTHENICS, and you need to remove the ‘O’ in Callio, and the ‘K’ in Nick. John king and his 1996 water hose at Atlantic City, remember that anybody? He kept ordering me to do that absurd thing when I return back to my car, and kept repeating the word in a firm voice over and over, ”OK-OK-OK-OK”!!!!!!!!!!!!! And when John on 10-SC Avenue stopped guarding the parking lot owned by his Greek parents, to come swim with me in the ocean, WHO WAS GUARDING IT? If he was in the ocean with me, who was guarding the lot? Hell if this was about a quarter century before that, I could just ask here, “WHO’S MINDING THE MINT”, and I sure as mother fucking shit eating hell am not talking about Chocolate-Mint Ice Cream!

Then there is the religion of sight and Sound, AKA ECKANKAR. This got me started towards where my journey has all led me into today. Take the pronunciation of the word callisthenics, and we get the phonetic KAL & ECK. Again, by itself, big deal. But why did I have this wild interaction while I laid in that nightmarish 1983 death torture coma; doing these exercises, and not just anywhere, but back at my old high school? Nothing happens for no reason. I learned this a long long time ago, nothing just fucking happens. I don’t care if it is a Tomcat fight outside your window at 3 in the morning. The old expression always applies and not just when it’s convenient. There’s a reason for the season. There’s also a reason for all else. Jim Burr may disagree, but he knows that I’ll fight to the death for his right and privilege to do just that, and call me an asshole at the same time!

FOLKS THE PROBLEM WITH KNOWING WHAT I KNOW, IS THAT THERE IS NO CONSTANT, AND ALL THINGS ARE RELATIVE TO EACH OTHER; EVEN THE SPEED OF LIGHT. LOOK AT HOW THE BLOG JUST FROZE UP WHERE THE COMMENTER IS SAYING THAT THERE IS ONLY MY SIDE OF THE CONVERTION. IN TRUTH, THERE IS A VIRTUALLY UNLIMITED OTHER SIDE TO ALL OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS, AND ONLY HYPERSPACE IN ITS ENTIRETY, CAN EVER HOPE TO FILL IN ALL OF THE BLANKS. THIS IS NOT JUST ME, THIS APPLIES TO ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t know what my 20 is anymore Lenny 601 McKinnon, but in 2010 it was at 2520 Orange Avenue, up at the Harvest, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and yes, certain numbers cannot be run away from, so why try, Mizz Chiffon????????? I’ll just be a sweet talkin’ guy, and maybe not so many people will keep hating my pathetic miserable pitiful little old guts. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! YOU KNOW, THE FUNNY PART MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, IS THAT THE LAUGH IS ON ME; AND NOT ON ANY OF YOU. SO ROCK ON, LAUGH ON, AND ON ON, FOR ALL I GIVE A HECK, TRUMP OLD BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I was ‘scaaaaaared’, David, Kel, and Donald. Keisha can really send you to the moon without a rocket, and so can Loca Disney. CRUNCH-CRACK!

All the connections to all the things in my life, your life, our lives, the whole Mexican 27 foot Pizza pie; is because of very strange and spooky forces; to quote the great pal of my dad, sir Professor Einstein of Princeton university in a place called Roddenberry New Jersey McNulty Laugh time; and to give you all the grand finale’ here, parallel universes indeed can effect and rub into each other electromagnetically, and do; every time electrical energy and humans connect together; but there is no way in these hyperspace dream-downs, to effect the locale where we dream off of or FROM, or is there, Mister Trump? I’ll give you one thing, when you want to do something, Jeese Louise, surfer Fonty, and Holy Callio CALL-10 AT&T, and Merry Christmas to all EXPLORATRONS OF TYPE-3, who can make it Christmas, or any other day; as they flash across the fifth dimensional hyperspace in the whispering of a silent dream.

x x x x x x x x x x x x

Hay lovely Louise Hendershodt, from Northeast, Maryland. You may not remember me from the late nineteen sixties, but if you do, and are out there; you know I am looping in this endless time cycle. You know my hell is real. Who else knew about the RED-X? Who else could have known? Maybe you nice peeps at ABC can build me a timer and a movie camera built inside a case as one machine, so that I won’t miss my fave show when I go to Detention Hall at HTHS. Maybe the © Office examiners have released the early eighties tapes recorded from Herby Lett’s Laser Playfield, that sent me hurling a lot further away than 5133 Oakland Street with a bunch of nutcase firemen yelling through my telephone, “Munikay, Munikay, break your codes off, break your codes off, code 2 code 2, Munikay. Maybe he should have been yelling green light, so the Auxiliary Police Officer would fire his illegal weapon into the crowds of Manhattan. Well, one had to happen first and one had to happen second. On the Astral Plane, this is not the case, they both could happen at the same instant. Well in any event, I longer watch the WEE CHANNEL, or Teddy Turners’ TNT Channel, since they are playing this fucking stupid game of never putting any LAW & ORDER shows on that date past 2003. Fucking screw you, who needs you, I will just simply go and buy the mother fuckiGN box set someday, assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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YES FOLKS, THE STOCK MARKET FLEW UP YESTERDAY, FRIDAY; AND ALSO WAS WAY UP ON THE WEEK, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. NOW, I AM ALL DUNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That dam techno-pop project that wrecked my life, and began my 3rd MAJOR BEARISH LIFE CYCLE back on 08/28/2013; was a foolish move. I should have just obeyed my TQ, and not been a Ma-shell-fish, in or out of 1980 and its later to follow Harry Callas invert digit year, 2008. Still, what was this shit all about in middle November of 1979, and yes, that 1970 shit was another famous ETTOS hack-typo or ‘PBHE’ as early Morianity called these dam parkway-driveway deals; but yes; it is what it is, or 134-25; but I should have obeyed. I have learned that when I disobey and refuse to play her really cool 16 year old games; it makes the distance, while I am here in hyperspace, between us; grow way more agonizingly long and far. I can’t deal with that, and will now obey a lot of her commands to me; and she knows what I mean. Just give me 60 days, and I will do it; and I will never ever do another KFP on your print from that tape again, and I am very very sorry for making you mad at me. Your Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones is just your stupid old white doggie from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, your great city, in infinity.

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FOLKS, THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world.

YEAH HE’S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

IT IS 8:19 AM ON MAY 24; and I just got a super mother fucking MAJOR LEFT-SIDE DEATH ANDROID-ANGEL ATTACK AND ASSAULT ON ME; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

I reside in eternity, as a large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed me, and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN; she placed many black spots all over my body, and allowed me to speak in words. She gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the word for polka dot; and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots and splotches, all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah Krassle, there; and even here in the mortal realm; so long as she permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER, and HER wonderful GREAT CITY of SDK, in the great Astral plane Capitol Province, of Olympia. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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ERF-ERF-ERF-ERF-ERF- “IWALU SO, SSJK!”
BUT, I will always hate this rotten fucking STUPIDASS MICROSUCKS HACKING FUCKING LIGHTBULB, MIKE MCNULTY, OLD PAL; AHA!!!
Another cunt lapping DEATH DEMON ANGEL is ON MY LEFT SIDE, ALSO SUPER MAJOR INTENSE, AT 28 MINUTES PAST 8.

IN CLOSING OUT, A POWERFUL VOICE IS SAYING TO ME, SAFE JOURNAL NUMBER 250, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SO LET ME PASTE IT IN, WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0250
DATFILE: 101911.965—-October 19, 2011, after 11P.M.
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

This was the worst mother fucking day for me in a very mother fucking long time rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!! I will tell you that before I tell anything, clock MISS-BITCH Fonda attacks, klutz attacks, death android-angel, and other major fucking negative indicators of doom and destruction for me, ARE ON A MOTHER FUCKING ROLL, I JUST GOT STRUCK A FEW MINPERS AGO BY MISS BITCH AT ELEVEN MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN POST MERIDIAN. Last night a nice beautiful lightning storm was around, and many times following any happiness for me such as with this, THE ‘WOMO’ hammers me, nails me, drills me, reams me, pummels me, and brings to the table if Dawn King doesn’t throw it at me or the NASA choppers, all manner of carpentry tool attacks, PAWM-PIE-ETOSS attacks, and LOIS FOCA assaults!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the reasons are obvious to supposedly “Mentally-Ill” persons such as myself, at least if you have been following the fucking local and world news lately with any regularity at all, things must be covered up you know, like fucking DUH, we all know this old non Esolph’s non fable, colored at any mother fucking color, dollar, tower, or cover-up.

THIS WAS THE WORST FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MUFF SLEAZE DIVING DAY AT MY WORK SITE, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROBLEM IS THAT NOT ALL THESE PEOPLE CAN BE HOLLYWOOD ACTORS, AND WEAR PERFECT FUCKING POKER FACES, SO I KNOW SATAN HIMSELF IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND WORKING DIRECTLY THROUGH THESE FOLKS UP AT 25TH FUCKING STREET, YO!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking ass elucidate, roaring lions and Duma Argon slip lip news anchors without ‘The Permission Barrier’ Diarrhea Attacks, all totally Library of Congress, notwithfuckingstanding, players!!!!!!!!!!

Just to let the guilty bastards know that I know exactly and mother fucking precisely what is up, I will say things so that those who did not plan to be involved in my endless fucking miseries, will not understand a thing being said.

The talk overheard between Tim and me by BIG RED, resulting in the Nazi, Germany Gestapo OPS in the meeting. Then when I was able to make good and buy the shit, I was the only AARP employee not brought up to sign the hours sheet so that I can be paid, and when I complained, my 15 minute meetings with the man who I never would have told jack squat anything if BIG LINDA hadn’t broken my arm months ago to in fact go and tell him what happened to me in 1969 with ‘Paula’ Multiples, was terminated, and I was placed under a microscope and drilled and pumped for information. I thought you were my friend, Daddy Carpenter, I think your kid is killing me pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I could be a sick crazy paranoid nut case, but before I am absolutely judged, and the gavel is slammed down; let us seriously look at the news over the past days, weeks, months, years; especially the most recent revolting Palm Bitch Beach scandal with other even sicker KINGS, QUEENS, and IMPOSTERS, huh Ralph and Sandy, or has 28 years gone by yet, CALI-KALI, black and get even???????????????????????????

Giant pussy is crawling around all over. I am shorter than 90% of the females in Florida. Fellows of the north, Oli and Carol, and all transdimensional doppelgangers, etcetera; YO; if you are not close to six feet tall, and have been abused by one or more large women in your life, don’t fucking move down here to the sunshine growth state, yo, UNLESS, you like to get your fucking ass kicked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM POSITIVE THE DOW JONES IS CLOSE TO 12-K NOW. It is so pathetic to see the group making noise, and not containing a clue what they are fighting, or who. Pathetic. Oh well, SSDD, or SOSO-WEIN?????????????????

Well, Joe King is in jail until next year, Jesse copied me and ran away down here to Florida shortly after I did, yes JAMES T. BURR, “I do effect people”, you said a mother fucking mouth full years ago, but then, so did Ralph and Sandy, and other beach sweepers, barnacle pier removers, and hopefuls in presidential races!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then it was a different Jesse who started things rolling into hellfire for me today up at 25th and Hoods. You see peeps, the chemtrails, my blogs, and the recent news; cannot be disputed; and really needs no buzzards, or Jenifer Plageman landlady nightmares. Long from now, even if I totally vanish, the truth will not; as truth cannot. I did not make this claim, or several others, Empire Julia Dawn Allknower!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are no coincidences, and the recently used word amongst the Christians that is spreading, ‘Godincidence’; also agrees with me 100%. They do not say, “Oh that fucking Mark, he is right”, of course not, but this is still the same thing. Still, I am never disappointed with anyone in my entire family any longer, and merely now wonder, if the FBI guy, the Mexican/Guatemalan illegals of Berryville, or someone else; has my many Jekyll/Hyde fits from the nineteen eighties, on cassette tapes, boxes and boxes of them? I am not trying to sweep sand, buy hotels, or copy hellish lives for profit, after helping in the creation of them to begin with. You come on down and fucking land, Donald Bassler; you scardy-cat-U!!

Get mad at me if you want to, PP; but I can tell you right now, why you and me, and all others like us; stay down and poor. We let the rich get their way, who do you think really is behind all of our fights? But no, don’t expand your mental horizons on my account old pal, stay happy, and stay broke, just as I will; as they are like the smart Italian race bud, they stick together whether they hate each others guts or not, as they know the system. you and me, well; what is in your wallet, as Crapital Scum Bank would put it so eloquently, my friend, sir??????????????????

Well, Karen Tools, I have only just begun, but will save parts 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera, for another blog, YO.

(END TRANNY, SICK TWISTED, OLD GRANNY) in 2011.

This voice just started saying, paste in this blog, so I pasted in this fucking blog. What is this voice that told me all this, and brings me thousands of hours of bliss? The one that if taken away I would miss, and it’s over. © ME-1983, in one of my three 1983 music projects, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Every time I have powerful night interactions, the day ahead is also as if I am bringing the energy from another bad place, right across the fifth dimension into here where I live physically. Maybe we should get together and talk this out Kevin Bacon, Julia Roberts, and Kiefer Sutherland, if we don’t all flatline fucking first YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Humanity brought this on themselves as they always do, none of us, me included, learns lessons the easy way. But when they need to be learned, they will be learned, one way or the other, easy, hard, but they will be learned. A whole lot of mother fucking people may be dead very soon, and this is no threat. I merely know some horrible shit that no one can drag me into a police station and force me to say, as it is not based on normal every day stuff, and my enemies all know this about me. Just do not say you were not warned, and do not accuse me of directly being the bad person in all of this. If you throw enough balls against the wall, one will eventually come right back into your face. This is all that I am saying, and it is so very true.

As for the Lakewood, New Jersey deal, how I will always remember that night in the autumn of 1987, while residing in Woodlynn, New Jersey, just east of Philadelphia by a couple of miles; when David Roth and I broke down in Paul Tomastik’s old piece of shit Ford, that he sold me cheap, and was damaged beyond repair from the get go; making that sound continuously that most of us know; happens after a car engine has been run without proper oil for an extended period. It is like a dweller of your local nursing home. Sooner or later, and usually sooner, it is bye-bye time, with or without Betty Roaches Davis and her din-din!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After we broke down on Route 72 not that many miles west of Long Beach Island’s famous Causeway Bridge of the Ron Jon Surfers club, DUDE; we walked back to Route-9, or started walking when a man picked us up in an old truck that was about to also be shortly DOA at some automobile graveyard. He took us to this Route 9 and 72 where we then walked just a short ways to a bus stop where a bus line ran from Lakewood coming from the north, and headed south into Atlantic City. David made a nasty comment once we boarded, that nobody would have understood if he had shouted it, it was something that only the two of us understood, about Lightning Goddess Diana, and disagreed vehemently about as well. We arrived near the Ceasers Casino, and from there took a limo back, dropping me off first at my Woodlynn place that I was renting from Paul Tomastik, as he had several rental properties along with his own residence where he and his family resided at that time in Lindenwold, later moving into a huge manor area on the other side of town, just down the road from where the heirum of girls in 1999, along with Helen Zebriski, all lived and whose daughter was married to Sarah Callio’s husband’s father, Old Mafioso Martino, of the Sands and Claridge Casinos, and other hot spots of Atlantic City. None of these things just happened, and every single thing is a huge PACKMAN thing where I am just a blob getting the fucking shit out of me by nightmare enemy attackers. This is all part of a game run by a terribly evil goddess that makes Mizz DE-VIL without the split hyphen,look quite comparatively saintly by all means. This game I have recently come to learn has a powerful name. I know the name of it but this is not the big news that this blog contains, so don’t think it is for a moment, as for this, we will be going half way around the globe, over to good old mother RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before we GO THERE, in more ways than one folks, let me tell you the name of this, and it is not PACMAN-2 or PACKMAN-MOUNTAINPEN, but is called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, VERY CLEVERLY SHOWING THE LETTERS OF ‘ESS’ IN BOTH THE WORDS, ‘guess’ and ‘guest’!!!!!

Yes folks, when this all started with Mister SNOWED-IN, Aunt Geraldine Supergirl Locator Silverhands Jefferson; in late 1996 somewhere, in Somerdale, New Jersey, at the DEATH HOUSE at 112 Harvard Avenue; I caught a powerful thing that VP was quoted in the media as saying about America, and he did not dare say a lot more but it didn’t freaking go over my head for a single minute. You are so on the money and so totally correct, Mister P-P, not you Paul. All those who need to know what is being said here, KNOW WHAT’S GETTING SAID HERE! Puppets on a string, games of goddesses, and then proof by the unfolding of powerful global events over the past year. Is a super fucking cunt eating ‘WOW’ in order right about now, MISTER DANIEL MACKEY, SIR??????????

All right, let’s play this game for a while, lovely TEEN-QUEEN-SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We already know and remember or the powerful F-500 and world all know, that indeed, with or without three cassette tapes placed strategically along a section of the Atlantic City Boardwalk on the day before Iraq invaded Kuwait, at the end of the eighties; that, and I quote her in another human life, “Your friends are in the shop”. IN the SHOP as in shop and house being substitutable, or HOUSE-IN, which is about as similar as a good code would ever be expected to be back in late May of 1969, you get it, Saddam Hussein, (HUSSEIN), (HOUSE-IN). This was following the wonderful days of Secretary of State McNamara and the fabulous sixties and the recent escalation of the Vietnam Undeclared War, not all that different than the DS/DS OPS before the terrorism all began as a result, no matter who tells us what, truth is there for any asshole to know, and I just love the way Mister Forehead put things that day when the dam media caught it and quoted him, it was priceless jewels to me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving onward to two months later at the most, the second great words of wisdom not spoken by weather bugs or little beetles, or famous bigger Beatles with long hair and guitars; came SSJKK and her wonderful quotation of “I’M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. Something her spirit was carrying inside of her from a near future life, as anyone who knows her in this one, totally knows this is so true, and still, I hear my pal from Russia, and yes, with lots of love, saying that wonderful thing, and I am truly ‘LMAO’, computer geeks of planet Earth, and U2, Mister WOLLLLLLLLLLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then came some real powerful words of NOT LETTING IT BE, but other wisdom, on Pearl Harbor Day, and no, PBHE (Prior Blog Hack or Error), remember that from 2006-2009, good peeps? First, it was December 6 of 1996, not 1997 as I misspoke on my prior blog, and secondly, my spirit inside of me already seeing these blogs before blogger dot com had even started, back in the days of Haddonwood-Highview and 1995 and so on; must have been confused when Rock Choker Nick took me back to my high school in 1968, and stranded me there, by taking the special invention of Zwonko Burr Pratt TPB 1994 © away from me, along with his pal Mister Boodelia, from the Charm School of Thugs and Amelia, and other bad things done, and not appreciated; by a lot of us, in the RIAA; better known to average peeps, as the music-bizz.

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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? In any event, this is March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!

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ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. THE ONLY PROBLEM IS THAT I DON’T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARRY EYES BILLY CROUCH!!!!!!!!! The glarry eyed Billy Crouch from the Court ordered Harvest community Service in 2010. Wow, if I let myself remember 2010 to clearly, I would lose my cunt sniffing fucking sanity, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This includes Tim’s wild nocturnal’s that came to pass in close hyperspace brush-bys such as the Presidential bear hug, and then the Humpty Dumpty and Dawn and MY talking on the phone from some Indian River County home purchased by the family. Wow and just when you thought you had escaped. Well, I should have listened harder, right Tony Traitor Bonjovi? I never forget shit, but I sure fuckiGN try to, my peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what is the big deal about what President Cool Forehead said, and also, what Sarah said three times on 10-SC Avenue, only the third time, it was not the 10-SC Avenue from this world, but was somewhere else in fifth dimensional hyperspace in a parallel 4-D universe? Just what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with lighter verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? Well, to quote what one of her younger friends said in one of her great artistic projects of more recent times, spanning a near quarter century career now, “LET’S EXPLORE THIS”, yes lovely girl from Jamaica, let us do just that, to quote Christopher Bennett from 2005, at Cifaloglio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The same project makes no bones about my daughter’s fixation on skin tone, so now that this along with King SH’s brother is out of the way, we will march right into the heart of the matter, none other than her great game, GTNOTG, almost as in, get it or not, in or out of all educational deals and other unpleasantrys in or out of 1972 and 1982.

GUESS who just fucking died? ME! Unfortunately I was laser-retraced. Folks this may have happened right now and I would never know it. It happened many times. The time on route 45 in Woodbury Heights in New Jersey; there is no way I should be here. I crashed right into a speeding police squad car going down 45 and I was going across it with my car radio up too loud with Donna singing the fucking morning light song to me, if memory serves. I remember the officers eyeballs going right through my body, and it was as though nothing had ever happened, only I know dam well it did. There is no way out for me, hell my heart totally exploded at the Cifaloglio job site just shy of when else but Christmas night that weekend in 2006. Here I am good as new, Frank A&R Flowerman Callio. Meet me in that restaurant you go to, you know the one, as I’ll be heading out of this world for a few hours after I post this. I wanna’ talk to you Frank, whether your Aunt Victoria likes it or not. Guess she forgot how enthralled she used to get in July of 1970 over my, to quote her, “gorgeous hair”. If she wanted me so much, she should have come over like you did,and took me. You had a real beyond hot girlfriend there, Tom sicko Reale Waterman, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the laws of the United States and the world. Also, I make it my goal to somehow escape the Fonda Fives Curse that this evil witch bitch has me in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OH SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK, WHERE’S OUR FRIEND Gary Mitchell Glareyes Billy Crouch??????????????????????? Jeese-Louise, SF!

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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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Unchanged, no ‘textnopopping’ alterations on original posted text from, the almighty WFMU RADIO, WOW DANIEL MACKEY, YO!!!!!!!!

I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!

I TOLD YOU GINA, IT IS UP DAY AFTER DAY!!!!!!!!!!

IF SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME, AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL BECOME FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!

UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; WHILE I GO KAPLOOEY!

LIFE FOR ME IS ONE VERY LONG NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 07, 1996; a date that will live in infamy for me, kind peeps, fitting statement for a fuckiGN Memorial Day helliday-holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

So where are you when I need you, Franklin Delano Roosevelt?

People make as much sense to me as a pile of joke books, stacked to the mountain tops. I honestly am not being critical, merely observant. They laugh at me and pick on me for being crazy, and they all do and act out things ten times crazier than anything I ever fucking do. They ask me questions and then stop communicating with me, they wonder why I claim to still be stalked because I move a few states away when those who are doing this to me could easily follow me straight to the stars if they wanted to. I honestly have no words for all this, folks, so I’ll fucking sit in here and just shut my big ass god dam mouth up!

Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for my life, everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I told you all she said this to me, just as I told you GINA, that the DOW JONES would be 17,000 points before the end of 2013, and 30,000 points by the end of next year. I don’t need to be the great Cooley Hall Christmas Tree Angel, or even the original printer of the initials EWI, do I Mayor Bloomberg, oh kind sir?????????????????????????? Cut me a break, Margie!

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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me.

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I know there is nothing you can do about the endless fire alarms, air aieges, all my other attackes, property damage, utility harassments, and all of it, so I doubt you will be able to help me with this new cult that has been trying to abduct me in DREAMS since 1970, at thevery same time that that ABC television production and their show, DARK SHADOWS, also was using a great technique. This being, to hide in plain sight, to do a “Non Microsucks Light-Bulb Hack” called a “My Friend superman YAK YAK SYNDROME”, so that nobody will ever believe that he is really your friend, right restaurant owner Tony, in the great fifties black and white show? The same cult of T3E that live as neighbors all around me, including the Crime Stoppers night guard Computer-Tom, are all in on it, from a parallel universe. I managed to just escape out of it, but it was a close call. I had rescued a gorgeous young girl from being ruthlessly messed with. I knew she was not guilty and it was a frame up, and she was being chased by two female local area prosecutors, and this building was right next to a row of office buildings, one being the county Prosecutor’s Office, in this alternate reality. It was oppressively hoy, and I could hardly breathe, about 110 and 99% humidity. After I had rescued her, not knowing it was a set up, and that she was one of them, LIGHTNING came around and tried to warn me, flashing all around us, but i still took her to where she said she needed to be, and told me it was a place of great importance, and other stuff I can’t now pull up. I will go as far as I am safe to go with this. When I got her there, just half an hour’s drive or so, we got out and walked for a while and then entered into a very unusual building where she hugged me and while doing so, someone in this place, removed my watch with a gold wristbvand that I do not even own over here where I am typing this, as well as my wallet and my key ring that I keep in my front two pockets. As this nightmare went on, I found myself approached by a gang of these cult-officers who began treating me quite poorly, one telling me in no mixed words harshly, to “shut up” when I’m being spoken to. Suddenly I am wearing a pair of headphones and being spoken to directly by numerous horrible peiple that all had connecting mics. Then mixed with their voices, came a powerful weird hypnotic noise that was sort of musical like a white-rap where talking in a mumbo-jumbo code of some sort was underneath the others asking me questions, a known type of backward-masking audio used in th esixties for a short time by top rock-n-roll bands such as the Greatful Dead, pals of Eddie Lynch. I saw the girl was wearing my watch and standing about 7 yards or so away from me observing the situation. Then I said harshly, I know all about sound engineering and subliminal techniques and I know about cults and do not like them. Right before I did this, I asked if they are trying to speak to me twice, my exact words, and then within a quarter of a minute, I suddenly bolted up and out of this nightmare experience that was more real than me right now typing and blogging, this feels more like a dream to be fully honest.

What a total shame, I really liked this beautiful young girl, and thought she liked me too. But it was all a trap, and she was just one of these Cultists, the LAMBRIGGERS and or the MILITUFORCE!

The chapter part of this cult has a name, and it was told to me in one of these horrific experiences back in the early summer time of 1970, at Tom Reale’s home that now stands as part of the property belonging to the ACMUA, the Water-Works of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Folks, fire alarms are a continuous, and this can be checked out by local PD and Fire Company here in Fort Pierce. Out of nowhere, not predicted, Fort Pierce has become a hazy 94 degrees this afternoon, and before this all happened, and after the fire alarm, and I went back into ”sleep”, I could hardly breathe, even with two fans and my AC set at 77 degrees. Any cooler settings causes my Chemtrailitis to act up and I would wake up in a coughing attack. My upstairs assholes also acted up making strange weird sounds that they have made off an don the entire mother fuckiGN time I have lived in this dam shit hole place. I am quite sure their evil Dow Jones is totally fucking flying, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, they really are the branch called “THAT-FAMILY” of the Exploratronic Supermind Society Cult. They of course call the ESS something else, and do not ever use the word cult, no cult does. They are very very deadly and dangerous, and all they want to do is to totally control everybody, and to take over the entire world, which is what they as the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, have basically all but accomplished already, folks!!!!!!!!! I have up and awake with an irregular heart rhythm for an hour almost, and am still unnerved and shaky and scared. These pricks want my SOUL, literally, and biblically; merely a bit more SCIENTIFICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck you Dirtbag Jane Fonda, I have no time for your rotten nonsense today, you witch bitch sleaze bag monster slapper. BYE-BYE to you, and the Callio Clan from Dogtown, and their horrendous monstrous ESS CULT of HORRORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, as soon as they knew I was going to totally resist, they just poof-Potter released me, and ‘shazalm’ Gomer Pyle; I “WOKE UP” and out of the unspeakable unfathomable nightmare from H—E—L—L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Strange and spurious shit is going on, or is it? Would it not be stranger in real truth, to have totally normal and average type of conditions surrounding my proximity? Think about this small bit of philosophy.

Every once and a while, whether on a blog web site or on my office document file program, I get, yes, I get your light fucking bulb hack Mister Microsucks, but I also get quick extremely bright white flashes on the entire computer monitor. This has been ongoing for about a year, maybe a tad bit longer. My memories are not perfect, since the nineties, after my interactions with the TAWF-70 of Atlantic City, New Jersey in my adult life, not the original time done in parallel universes by them, while I physically resided in this universe in Ventnor, New Jersey at child molester Thomas J. Reale’s home, on Cornwall Avenue, that now is gone and is part of the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, so give me a break Margie Kitkat Cut of 1985. Still, I have very good recall to many things, Arnie Kennedy. Yes people, the tree of folks that has been somewhat shared for public view and record, on my 100+ blogging project that is AKA Morianity; is centered not at the Kennedy’s, but at the CALLIO’S. It was Elder Hair of the great Mormon Church of Utah, who personally, along with his very wonderful wife; visited with me in New Jersey upon several occasions, and began this wild project, to help me to come to understand, the beginning roots of what may be happening to me, after my so-called teen-days-pal, Bob Andrews; let me down, after visiting his office a couple years before, and his assistants; Steve Petersen and Phil Petru; would not help me in any way with this nightmare catastrophe, that I eventually just came to realize, was indeed what was behind my life situation, of endless unspeakable hellish misery and torment.

A week ago give or take a day or two, I was awakened to another civil rights violating LOUD TELEPHONE SQUEALING. I do plan to sue the phone company for hearing damage, and they c an laugh and think I cannot do this, and when they see that I can, then they will know. I may not win, but I plan to represent myself, and make a huge stink, if nothing else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fire alarms are a daily occurrence again, oh well, that’s life in Public Housing. I cannot afford to live elsewhere, or I would. So that as they say, Miss Whalehicks, is that!

There seems to be a glitch in the stock market charts, unless I am supposed to believe that Wednesday and Thursday were total 9:30-4:00 carbon copy minutes of daily market trading activity. The charts appear to me to be totally identical. Oh well, distant Cuzz Donnie, to quote your words to Mister Winn who sees a lot better than I do, another big ass publicity stunt I suppose; “Like I give a shit”.

With or without any help from my extremely talented daughter of mystery; I will reiterate my statement that never goes fucking out of style, kind folks, “HOLIDAYS FOR ME ARE NOTHING BUT MOTHER FUCKING HELLISH-DAYS!” Indeed, and quite unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen; My life has reverted mother fucking back to the nightmare it was, in 1986, when all this mother fucking ‘REAL-GOOD-GIRL’ fucking shit all started; on August 15, 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Well Dan Mackey; you thought Melanie Safka’s great 1971 tune was trivial to quote your comment about it that day at Cherry Hill McDonald’s on route 70, late in 1972, a year after this song had become a hit recording. Bob McDowell and I always liked it, of course we were boys in the heat of hormones, and this was a lovely mid twentyish woman, and maybe that played some part, who knows. STILL, LENNY BRISCOE; while you were walking a PHASE-4 beat in Manhattan as a young Police Officer, and Frank Callio was also riding around in his Atlantic city Squad Car, on his police duties; a lot more was going on out beyond the little cubes that vanish after Riker or Picard or Mister Data or anyone of them says, “END-PROGRAM” to their Starship Computer system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lot more is and was, and still yet to come, lays beyond those great and powerful OZ-CURTAINS, I promise you all this, ladies and gentlemen. Not that much ahead in time, maybe 8 years give or take a couple of weeks, was me up in the fuckiGN future; working in a sound studio lab, in Camden, New Jersey; called RPL, on State Street, and Pierce Avenue. Every night for about a month, I had with regularity, started up my 1978 Chevy Nova car, and turned on the heater, while my night boss, Mister Donald Cialoni, opened up the front gate after removing the large secure padlock first. This set up a pattern that three of my female coworkers knew fully well about, unless they were deaf, dumb, and blind, Sherry Lee Pote, and Nicholas Cannon. All these years, I knew they had set me up and wanted friends of theirs to see what mysterious thing was in my car, since I seemed to be playing tapes at my work station, of Donna summer the great disco diva, back in 1968 when she was a high school girl. Only Mike the printer knew that I had this and kept quiet about it. He wanted to make his job easier one day, as it was his job to once per month, remove overage files up in the attic of the place, boxes and boxes of recordings that were more than 12.5 months old, and hand trucking them to the trash area outside that also was still inside a gated area but away from the parking lot of the studio. I had recently told him that I had no vinyl records whatsoever, as I’d given them all away to a resident manager of an apartment system I was living at a few years back, Mister Mike Gutherman; and now I had put together this very fantastic stereo system along with many other electronic gadgets found in the woods while living at the previous address, a home nearby my new apartment, in Mantua, New Jersey. I told him I had recently bought a really cool turntable with a strobelight speed accuracy system, and varispeed control, and here I am with no records. So a few nights later on my lunch-break, he approached me and asked if I wanted to take the four boxes upstairs of overage, they are all vinyl records, of many things from 12 or more years back, and could be anything in the world, and probably not worth listening to, still, I jumped at this chance and lugged those heavy boxes into my car front seat. Now I will not lie and exaggerate, even though I could to make this story prove my point that something weird and fantastic was all going on even back then, but I do not do things like this. Unfortunately fo rme, the time order is in reverse. These girls saw me doing this all right, but it was after what they did to me, not that I could prove they did, but I know it so powerfully deep down in my spirit, that if I could be proven wrong, I would eat dogshit for a month! Yes, MY, disgusting it is, but I would! However, this was not the only time that I placed something in my automobile during working hours. Their was another incident but it had nothing to do with music or records or anything remotely connected with the business in any way. I do not need to tell what happened, just that these three girls did in fact, before the car was stolen on the night before the1979 Christmas Holiday Break observe another couple of times of a similar situation. My boss Donald, had asked me to take something personally belonging to him; and put it into my car, for three or four nights one entire week. He did not think it appropriate to be inside the job work place, yet his car was not secure and he had an appointment to have a window repaired that some punk kid in his neighborhood, had busted out as a random prank, the week before, and I was glad to help him out. Also, believe it or not, his trunk had been broken for some time, the lock just broke for some weird reason, and he had not had time to get that repaired as well, so he could not place this object anywhere safely. He had his reasons for what he did, and nothing was illegal or sinister, but I am still not telling you what it was because it was a favor between two men in confidence that had nothing to do with our jobs, the work place RPL Studios, or me as his employee, nor him as my boss. As I type this, and it is major and you have not heard anything yet, I promise you, I am getting horrific cramps and must stop for an emergency toilet run, and there is more to tell as well, and I will when I return, having to do with strange sounds in my building, in the stairwell, something I never ever have heard late at night in my three plus years of living here now. Well © Office, I am back and am in ”REGULAR TIME”, SO HERE WE GO AGAIN; am I right eighties-examiners? History repeats itself, as the old saying goes; you know, SOSO! I’m going to stand mute here for a while, Mister Pruce Judge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never ever forget anything, unless I am struck with an ETTOS attack on Tennessee Avenue, or inside my own apartment at the HIGHVIEW CHEERS.

Now I need to do filler lines, so that whore shit water witch bitch Jane, cannot hurt me with her rotten clock ones attack, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA YOU EVIL DEMONIC SHIT, FROM 1993!!!!! One thing in this rotten world that you will never be, is a ‘REAL-GOOD-GIRL’, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now back in earlier blogs, I told how my car was stolen one night right before the Christmas Holiday Break of 1970, shortly to issue in the eighties to be a rotten destroying decade for me, and it did not let me down, and I am a real fuckiGN ass believer in what I call, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, and that is what this is. If something starts out shitty and keeps going shitty, it continues on being fucking shitty. So go and choke on that one; Lake Okay-2-Choke-Me, Florida!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister freaking MACY!

MACKEY-NEWKEY-STACEY, there is a lot of magic in both the full ‘KEY’ sound, as well as the EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, huh Mashell?????? I thought all this dam ass time that Sherry Lee Pote stole a magic tablet out of my Saturn that I never knew was in there. Now I know better. She knew that Donald had given it to me when he admitted to me that he was sent back to me to help me. Then the very next night at RPL he had no memory whatsoever that he had said this to me in November of 1979, and some bad girls indeed were a part of this, Mashell Daniels, Gerry Patterson, and Sue whateverhernameis. I never ever knew the last fuckiGN name of lovely SUE, make a song out of this if you dare, Lisa-Marie! In the great marvelous untrumpable MAHOUSE, at 65 Middle Road, in Berryville, New Jersey, that is AKA Hammonton; it became a family tradition to call each other the nickname EEEEEEEE sound ending, that is to say, I was Markey, then there was Annie, Dawny, and CHICKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Soto any Donald’s, I now ask of thee, should I CARE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?????????????????

If there is a black hat hacker way to change dates so that it looks like you blogged something before you did at official blogger web-sites, I don’t know how it is done, and to this I now legally attest to, officially swear to, under a FULL OATH OF PENALTY FOR PERJURY. I did the EEEEEEEEEEE sound on my Magnesonic, long before my wonderful daughter’s 2009 movie, Mashell Daniels, but from here to the Mack Truck company where you came straight from and over to the studio; I am sorry we disagreed so vehemently on interracial couples ‘IRC’, causing you to make your famous statement to me, that entitles me to my opinions, in your great presence; oh mighty one. Still, you’re the one who told me, that your EX was a black Hollywood producer. I am just beginning to see the odds in a lot of new stuff here, that is all I am doing. No more, and certainly folks, and light-bulbs too; no less. Don’t want you to fuckiGN feel all left out and lonely, there, Microsucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now taking things into this new light, we must begin to ”entertain” some new thought patterns here, YO. After-all, it really does seem to be in the family here with all of this, Archie bunker, and why not, the fuckiGN show is about a wild man with lots of non PC racial opinions, and from QUEENS, New York, no less, I mean come on Margie Leo, cut me a big fat ass break, willya, YO!

Gerry, Sue, and Mashell, to put it politely, from a quarter century back, were quite a Motley-Crew, right down to those initials. The female version perhaps of Moe, Larry, and Curly, as long that is, that the laugh remains only and always, ON ME!!!!

No, I did not misspell Astral-Plank world, the plank world is the world of the Astral-Plane, still, look at the final letter of both ”quantabilities” to coin a new Poor Richards Almanac word, in this really new non sun-room century; where I appear to be trapped in a nightmare repeating time loop; that my ex-bizz-part, thinks is a joke; god bless his wonderful old heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the joke is on him if he doubts my sincerity when I tell him that I really do hope he makes it straight to the top, and wins and Academy Award for a dozen of his fantastic tear jerking country tunes. I personally hate country music, and yet his songs make me fuckiGN cry like a love sick school girl without any sixties Space-Time-Mind CHURCH CHORDS!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!

No, I know how real EXPLORATRONICS ALL IS. I had reasons for never telling about what Don Cialoni told me one night in middle November of 1979 and then the very next night totally looking at me straight face peculiar, saying that he never told me that, only HE DID, Houston curly girls, he really did, so fall off of that horse Kenny Rogers and Superman Reeves, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA!

I also wonder, and confess to wondering for some time now; what the odds are of meeting both a Cialoni and a Cicone, all inside of a ten year stretch of time, while I was a younger person, in STM-ILLUSION??????????????

I fell into a powerful weird sleep yesterday some time after half past four or so in the morning. I remember being in a very powerful weird province on the ASTRAL or PLANK WORLD, without Diana being there. I remember suddenly hearing her say to me somehow that she would come to me as Sarah-Stacey, and then I was back in that recurring interaction where the loud-speaker system was announcing the danger-third at that wild lake, wherever it really is, or isn’t. The next thing I knew it was 1983 and I was in the mortal world and as I was here in this very universe, living in Atco, in New Jersey back then. By the way, I fucked up and said I was visiting my aunt and my Uncle in late 1984 in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It was late 1983, the Christmas Holiday season, or should I add in here with permission of course; HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!

So here I am in 1983 and living back at Jerry Pliner’s home on Norris Avenue, #134. No Chucks, no kicks, no sneakers or gangs Anita Van Buren, for you to buy; no 25’s, no ISIS; well, that last one may be off the money a bit, as SHE was in the interaction; but in quick flashy fragmented parts. Good Lord and 25 cents, William Lenny McKinnon, and deals behind my knifed Florida Nightmares back, with Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb; and maybe even ETTOS HACKED Gibbsboro times, with my mom, on our way to train stations, in the Jane Fonda Baseball fuckiGN ass era, of real major hell. Remember the story anyone? She could not get a simple thing, no more complicated than me asking if she liked rye bread better than pumpernickel. Not at 6 in the morning, not at home in Gibbsboro. But a little voice told me to ask her the very same thing one more time, just as we were pulling up to the mother fucking train station in Lindenwold, New Jersey; less than three miles, and 60 minutes away, in Einstein’s SPACE-TIME, and she acted like it was 1-2-3, and got it immediately. I don’t even recall now what it was. That is how horrendous this fuckiGN shit was that morning, people, even I can remember how to occasionally forget things that are simply just too god dam unpleasant to keep in conscious mother fuckiGN recall!!!!!!!!!

Yes, ASTRAL PLANK—-ASTRAL PLANE. In both English spellings of this word, the first eighty percent of the letters, make up the word, PLAN. The fifth and final letter that could substitute in and be correct either way, as Plank Subatomic realms, are one and the same with the ASTRAL; we then take that last letter of either ‘K’ or ‘E’, and WOWSER DOCK HOWSER, nothing’s wrong with me, no problem here or in 1984. We get the message that is not able to be missed if you want to try and do so. KE, or pronounced KEY. May I once more, Uncle 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, HEINZ GOZZWALD; great and powerful late sir; “HERE WE GO AGAIN”. Thank you for permitting me, and you too Mister Trumped Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So there I was back in fucking Atco, New Jersey, and it was 1983, and I had the PBS station on, and the show with those two gorgeous teen girls had just come on, “The Electric Company”. In it the lovely black girl who had been arm wrestling some white younger kid, received a telephone call that was urgent, so she stopped playing around, and instantly pinned the kid, as she could have done all along. A knock on the door came, and I remembered this day perfectly, and there was no knock at the door. Even the mighty fictional book I wrote in 1994 called, “The Permission Barrier”, had exaggerations in it, such as the military officers visiting me and crossing their legs simultaneously as they did in that great movie remade in 1979 sometime with John Deer-Hunter Savage, called “HAIR”, by Ragni and Rado. It was not the military that came to the door, but my daughter, at the age she would have been, just turning thirteen a week or so ago. She told me all sorts of things, and I was not able to place her. She even told me why I was not contacting Herby Letts and George Belton Bell-tone, and Everett Simpson. I did not understand it all, and just remembered the laser show in Herby’s basement that night, and being scared and not wanting to see them, but she told me that this was a weapon that when it was pointed at me, these three had total control over me in any future time just by shining a flashlight into my face that had a face on it with three plastic colors, red and green and blue. She told me many things and stayed there with me for about two hours, as the phone rang, or the Privecode went off, and it was my mother at work at her Philadelphia Shipping company, Lavino in those times before it was later sold to the Inchcape British peeps that own it now, unless that also changed again. She told me the reason the IMMC was named what it was, was a code for the future, and told me to pronounce it a few times in its abbreviated letters. This meant nothing to me then, but as soon as I popped out of this wild experience around early afternoon with a huge bang that I don’t think was an outside external sound; I realized a lot. Then I also remembered that she told me that Nick would be taking me soon to several other places, both ahead as well as behind me in the STM. She said it is imperative that things happen in certain ways and that I must not question or doubt so much stuff once I see how true it all is, no matter who else doubts it or doubts me, even including herself in the future. Then she reminded me of my car being stolen and then found by Gerry and Sue in that abandoned area not that far from the RPL Studio. She told me that the tablet is really a transdimensional transporter that I used to call back in 1979, a 74-World Penetrater, and she was right, I did, in many so-called metaphysical telephone conversations, that I am still publicly teased about to this day, thanks to fuckiGN Jason Forrest and that stinking rotten WFMU RADIO STATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a lot more to tell, and I’ll tell it as I begin remembering more of the experience, there is really lots more, good people, I promise you, but the conscious mind does a great job to block out a lot of fucking shit.

HOLIDAYS, a topic these blogs that began in 2006 have spoken about countless fucking times; are always a time where I get fucking cunt lapping pummeled and reamed by these diseased jerk off prick ass shits. Why? Well I can speculate here and there, but prove any of my theories in court, shit, I can totally forget about that at light speed squared. But now, I have come to understand quite a bit more, even down to why holidays mean so much to the MILITUFORCE that picks on me all the time. Audrey Heller called me a sick genius in a parallel universe back late in the previous century. This was one of my mother’s friends, from the old late sixties and into the seventies, club she joined in Jersey, called the SPS, or the Single Parents Society. This is where she met Sidney Crown, who knew Brad Messenger’s mom, Grace; and how Brad became my friend, early in 1969; and how I spoke once to the great comedian of yesteryear, who had fallen madly in love with Brad’s mom. A rare event, but rare events happen, and this proves it; you know, a great star falling for just a nobody. Well, she was not a nobody in the looks department, a total number 10, face and figure, and you all know about the ICE TEA STORY if you ever read and archived any of my beginning and older blogs. I do not hide stuff, there are no closets or secrets in MORIANITY, and there never will be, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes this world is complicated, just in 3 dimensions and one universe, but extend it out to five dimensions that contain uncounted virtually unlimited parallel universes, each one with time and three spatial dimensions; and unlimited complexities suddenly enter into all of the knife fights, those in Jersey before meeting mister Limetruck Stalker the following day in this universe who threatened the lives of myself and my mother at the Washington township Turnersville, New Jersey, USA, Pathmark shopping Center, and the one to come yet, here in nightmares-Flowerflash-Florida, Joseph Berrios-89!!!!!!!!!! I won’t do a lot of crying that I have been banned from your family, Resident Manager Nate of Echelon towers of Voorhees Nonlark, New Jersey, or from the ex Avalon and now BJ Entertainment, of Port Saint Lucie. I totally fucking get it, Mister Traitor Bonjovi, YO!!!!

Want something even ‘more familiar sounding’ TBJ, sir; well: Why these game playing T3E pick on me all the time, and triple fucking cunt time on HOLIDAYS, I do now know; and there is really no big-ass need, to take a good educated guess, people. These pricks in the ESS are playing a huge game, that distracts them from something, that you think in your total ass ignorance, would be so mother fucking beautiful, and you already have it, and don’t know it 100% the way that I do. What is this you ask me? Total absolute mother fucking IMMORTALITY WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; I don’t have the magic answers to it all, and never have claimed to. Nowhere in all of my Morianity will you find any of that shit. Not even with or without any 1983 copyrighted musical projects!!!!

CROSS OVER TO THIS REALITY, PEE!!!!!!!

Well I really love the greatest law show in all entertainment world history; but that does not protect the Phase-4 being of little Paula Weston, who was told by her new shrinkologist/therapist, to follow Mommy-dearest’s lead; and to go ahead and DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I right Detective Stabler and Detective Briscoe????????????????

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Not one thing in the following paragraph remains mysterious when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

‘BUT’, whatever you or I ever do; SARAH KRASSLE knows every single thing about it. Count on THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KABOOM, Mister Clancy

ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR!

So where is this all leading to I’m sure you are wondering? Well, you stay here with MORIANITY, and we will both be finding all of this out in vivid detail and in living National Broadcasting Company color, even back in th elate sixties, and right through to this present illusion of STM. I enjoyed a nice quick private talk with my resident manager Debbie Morotto, again last Monday, and she gave me the old boys. Or in her case, (girls) wink and nod, as to why the screen doors were not removed, and of course this is why I hear so much noise many times all night long when ESS GUESTRATONS are all around me playing their endless ISISCYLLA games. There really is no fighting it. They are GOD, and I am dogshit, and if you get the great 2008 music project of Mariah Carey, you will hear the codes about all of this and more, all through it, but you do have to listen carefully, and even Boo keeps agreeing and saying to listen up to her, YO. Sorry I didn’t bail you out, BOO, BRO, back in 10. Oh well, you survived, ass did I.
Put the twin CD disc into your PC folks, at, well I was going to say your own risk, but she’ll kick my ass if I don’t shut up, YO!

No Darius; I was not Googling that, it just popped up, I swear to my desire to reach mother fuckiGN Nirvana of the Never-Hacklands; WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past few years, is called, a ”TABLET”. With all of this going on, you would think as RMCTX does, that putting a lot of miles between me and where I grew up might lessen things. Well, maybe you’ve had time to digest some more of this blog, and re-think your idea, but if you disagree, why not drop me a freaking e-mail at my address, or call me at my listed Fort Pierce, Florida, telephone number, YO!

Why these assaults come on me out of the blue is something I will never ever know, and I have diligently attempted to get to the mother fucking bottom of this shit eating fucking hell for 30 years now almost, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KEEPING ‘MY BIG ASS STUPID MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH SHUT’, is some part of this and I know that much, but even if I say nothing, do nothing, etcetera, when these fucking cunt lapping WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES WANT TO ATTACK ME, THEY DO. JUST NOW THEY MADE THIS FUCKING CUNT COMPUTER ACT WEIRD AND ARE DOING IT RIGHT NOW, BOB MCDOWELL; CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO DO IT, RIGHT MIZZ BRENDA ‘WAITAMINUTEMOHR’ MOORE?????
Oh the great AT&T knows how real my life all is, AND WAS!!!

Brindammor the Hockey Player, for the ”Philly-57-FLYERS”; give me a break, Miss Blake, at the great 1983 American Telephone & Telegraph company, known by most as the “GREAT AND POWERFUL” AT&T!

People, my life is a hell that is not like anyone else’s on this mother fucking planet, and we all know who is causing this, the MILITUFORCE, and that this is made up of powerful and game playing TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past few years, is called, a ”TABLET”. Only this tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. Don’t mother fucking die on me, lovely Sherry-Lee Pote and Petee Pote, and Mister Phony Collingswood Krassle. Dude, you are one sick mother fucker, and then they say I need a fucking couch. Well, I need an update. That I will admit to, folks. Sherry Lee Pote could have cared less about selling me that Plymouth Breeze Automobile that day in 1997, folks, while I resided at 112 Harvard Avenue in Somerdale, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. But as for other folks, well, this is just the beginning of a wild ride that is filled and loaded with powerful shit, that is if my wonderful daughter doesn’t kick the shit out of me for opening up my mouth too much! Now that’s a powerful mighty ass coincidence folks, the (`~ HACK) is back, after being gone quite a while, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MC’s way of saying, YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Toledo, Ohio is not the only wild reason that she really is my daughter, ladies and gentlemen, and I never liked that expression even before I knew I was a 10 percenter, LEE! My best to Cuzz Meeshy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am getting HER ATTENTION, Bob FCC McDowell, super hacking starting up at Melanie Psychic time, you know, 2:08, only this is in the AM, Barnabas Collins and Dock Probs Eric Lang, of the American Broadcasting Company. Hay, so I knew about videotapes in the sixties; so sue me, ABC, NBC, and CBS. Fuck all of you. It was ‘STM’, nothing more, nothing less. I had detention, and did not want to miss your cool fucking show, “Dark shadows”. So Gerry and Sue me, ya’ rotten bastards! Talk about molehills and fucking ass mountains, YO!
YEAH ME’ Queensa HACKIN MAITEES, so let me see gerneet, YAR!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAA.

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May 24, 2014

JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE 25,828

TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, THE STOCK MARKET IS GOING TO KEEP GOING UP AND UP AND UP, HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, SO DON’T BELIEVE ME!

What I have attempted to do for some time, is to get a few real peeps coming up here; and thinking seriously about the things I talk about, even after their computer is shut down. This has a powerful effect. Thoughts are the whole thing, they are why this universe is here, why time works as it does, why life is what it is, and all of that nice philosophical junk that most folks simply choose to never dwell on ever. You see, this ”ignore all of this thought process”, works fine, until you get an excruciating pain in your heart, and you fall down to your , unable to breathe; with the room spinning, or as you are bleeding out, laying all alone after a hit abnd run accident, and you’re the victim. Stuff never ever happens to you though, does it; well, think again, Charlie! But those who read me and laugh, and don’t care; there is no changing them, and goddess bless them. But a few, hopefully, have begin thinking, pondering, wondering, cogitating, meditating, really spending some quality time with morianity. When you do this, it is because trillions of your close-in doppelgangers in localized parallel universes in th ehyperspace multiverse, are also making the choice to do this or to not do this, and you become on of the balancing, DO-THIS ones. It really is that simple. Every singe decision and thought, is a programmed balance in five full dimensions. So can I write about these truths and effect these truths by doing so? Yes I can, to some degree, but these are gray areas, and uncharted waters. Normally, T3E do not worry about any one universe, and as residents of the 5-d multiverse, their kingdom is so large; that they can control their lives eventually, with great parlor tricks; just by being in control of more and more doppelgangers in more and more universes. This ESS Cult grows endlessly, and by doing just this; for the most part. Naturally, there is more; but time obstructs any chance for me to tell anything worth saying on this one quick blog.

Take my 100 and a half month blog project of trying to piece together my life, and the problems that have come to be inside of it over a lot of fucking time. In three dimensions, you can do a lot, but in five, you can do so much more, and it is not a fantasy or a make believe delusion as many think, and even David Roth my good pal once thought as well. This has a life of its own that until you live in 5-D; you cannot be qualified to make even a small comment. You’ll do it out of arrogance, judging this whole thing right out of the gate, all half cocked. But unless you ride the horse, you cannot win the ribbon, or fall and break your neck either; but you are not even in the operation, and thus, your judgment would be like your pet hamster passing judgment on your life today. You most likely would throw it out with the bathwater unless it was a really nice report. You get my drift. So now, with a few thinkers following me; this in and of itself, is why the ESS has recently begun to send the TAWF back into interactions with me, sort of another 1970 all over again. I don’t mind; and I was just scared shitless, from that horrible experience, but I’ll get used to these deadly people coming back to ‘haunt my dreams again’. If I could gain the confidence of that lovely young girl who got me to go there with her, and it was all a set up, but one that would not have happened unless my viewing audience, was thinking enough thoughts about all my words, here in Morianity online, to indeed generate this hyperspace-effect, or (HSE), and sometimes this interchanges with another term, HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION. It is time you realize this, Morianity is not going to keep secrets from anyone. I needed some tiny morsel believers, small as it may be, just to finally make contact with the monster scary TAWF. Earlier, enough thoughts were generated to get me to my first initiation with the musical-chapter of the ESS-CULT with the three ladies of Lakehouse-Lightning-Color. Be real peeps. Doubting these things just makes you in need of a couch. If this is nbot all real and true, there just could not be so many powerful connecting endless dots, right down to things said to me by the EW itself in so many ways over so many years now, and the really convincing unfakable reality. Lakehouse lightning is pink, purple, and white. Whenever I am at this place, Diana leaves me as her blond, turns into her true form and flashes these three lovely colors at me. Even in the mortal waking plane of life, there are times when only these three colors come to me in her lightning. There is no way to rationally explain this away no matter how many of you out here might want to insist on giving it your best Benitar shot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAY 24, 2014,
SATURDAY MORNING AT 7:51,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.

x x x x x x x x x x x x

Hay lovely Louise Hendershodt, from Northeast, Maryland. You may not remember me from the late nineteen sixties, but if you do, and are out there; you know I am looping in this endless time cycle. You know my hell is real. Who else knew about the RED-X? Who else could have known? Maybe you nice peeps at ABC can build me a timer and a movie camera built inside a case as one machine, so that I won’t miss my fave show when I go to Detention Hall at HTHS. Maybe the © Office examiners have released the early eighties tapes recorded from Herby Lett’s Laser Playfield, that sent me hurling a lot further away than 5133 Oakland Street with a bunch of nutcase firemen yelling through my telelphone, “Munikay, munikay, break your codes off, break your codes off, code 2 code 2, Munikay. Maybe he should have been yelling green light, so the Auxiliary Police Officer would fire his illegal weapon into the crowds of Manhattan. Well, one had to happen first and one had to happen second. On the Astral Plane, this is not the case, they both could happen at the same instant. Well in any event, I longer watch the WEE CHANNEL, or Teddy Turners’ TNT Channel, since they are playing this fucking stupid game of never putting any LAW & ORDER shows on that date past 2003. Fucking screw you, who needs you, I will just simply go and buy the mother fuckiGN box set someday, assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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YEAH HE’S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

IT IS 8:19 AM ON MAY 24; and I just got a super mother fucking MAJOR LEFT-SIDE DEATH ANDROID-ANGEL ATTACK AND ASSAULT ON ME; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

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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

IN CLOSING OUT, A POWERFUL VOICE IS SAYING TO ME, SAFE JOURNAL NUMBER 250, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SO LET ME PASTE IT IN, WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well, Karen Tools, I have only just begun, but will save parts 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera, for another blog, YO.

END TRANNY, SICK TWISTED, OLD GRANNY.

As for the Lakewood, New Jersey deal, how I will always remember that night in the autumn of 1987 while residing in Woodlynn, New Jersey, just east of Philadelphia by a couple of miles; when David Roth and I broke down in Paul Tomastik’s old piece of shit Ford that he sold me cheap, and was damaged beyond repair from the get go making that sound continuously that most of us know, happen s after a car engine has been run without proper oil for an extended period. It is like a dweller of your local nursing home. Sooner or later, and usually sooner, it is bye-bye time, with or without Betty Roaches Davis and her din-din!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After we broke down on Route 72 not that many miles west of Long Beach Island’s famous Causeway Bridge of the Ron Jon Surfers club, DUDE; we walked back to Route-9, or started walking when a man picked us up in an old truck that was about to also be shortly DOA at some automobile graveyard. He took us to this Route 9 and 72 where we then walked just a short ways to a bus stop where a bus line ran from Lakewood coming from the north, and headed south into Atlantic City. David made a nasty comment once we boarded, that nobody would have understood if he had shouted it, it was something that only the two of us understood, about Lightning Goddess Diana, and disagreed vehemently about as well. We arrived near the Ceasers Casino, and from there took a limo back, dropping me off first at my Woodlynn place that I was renting from Paul Tomastik, as he had several rental properties along with his own residence where he and his family resided at that time in Lindenwold, later moving into a huge manor area on the other side of town, just down the road from where the heirum of girls in 1999, along with Helen Zebriski, all lived and whose daughter was married to Sarah Callio’s husband’s father, Old Mafioso Martino, of the Sands and Claridge Casinos, and other hot spots of Atlantic City. None of these things just happened, and every single thing is a huge PACKMAN thing where I am just a blob getting the fucking shit out of me by nightmare enemy attackers. This is all part of a game run by a terribly evil goddess that makes Mizz DE-VIL without the split hyphen,look quite comparatively saintly by all means. This game I have recently come to learn has a powerful name. I know the name of it but this is not the big news that this blog contains, so don’t think it is for a moment, as for this, we will be going half way around the globe, over to good old mother RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before we GO THERE, in more ways than one folks, let me tell you the name of this, and it is not PACMAN-2 or PACKMAN-MOUNTAINPEN, but is called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, VERY CLEVERLY SHOWING THE LETTERS OF ‘ESS’ IN BOTH THE WORDS, ‘guess’ and ‘guest’!!!!!

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People all over the world are living in a totally different world every second, without even having to do one thing other than persist in time through that one more second.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 3-29-97 MY PEE!!!!!

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GUESS who just fucking died? ME! Unfortunately I was laser-retraced. Folks this may have happened right now and I would never know it. It happened many times. The time on route 45 in woodberry Heights in Jersey, there is no way I should be here. I crashed right into a speeding police squad car going down 45 and I was going across it with my car radio up too loud with donna singing the fucjkign morning light song to me, if memory serves. I remember the officers eyeballs going right throguh my body, and it was as though nothing had ever happened, only I know dam well it did. There is no way out fo rme, hell my heart totally exploded at the Cifaloglio job site just shy of when else but Christmas night that weekend in 2006. Here I am good as new, Frank A&R Flowerman Callio. Meet me in that restaurant you go to, you know the one, as I’ll be heading out of this world for a few hours after I post this. I wanna’ talk to you Frank, whether your Aunt Victoria likes it or not. Guess she forgot how enthralled she used to get in July of 1970 over my, to quote her, “gorgeous hair”. If she wanted me so much, she should have come over like you did,and took me. You had a real beyond hot girlfriend there, Tom sicko Reale Waterman, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OH SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK, WHERE’S OUR FRIEND Gary Mitchell Glareyes Billy Crouch??????????????????????? Jeese-Louise, SF!

I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!

I TOLD YOU GINA, IT IS UP DAY AFTER DAY!!!!!!!!!!

IF SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME, AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL BECOME FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!

UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; WHILE I GO KAPLOOEY!

LIFE FOR ME IS ONE VERY LONG NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 07, 1996; a date that will live in infamy for me, kind peeps, fitting statement for a fuckiGN Memorial Day helliday-holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

So where are you when I need you, Franklin Delano Roosevelt?

Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for my life, everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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