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ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 005

July 31, 2014

 

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

ESS FOR THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 005

The problem with a day as super fucked up as yesterday, is that the blog that tells the story, misses the details, and only has time to go straight to the full major main points and events, which is exactly what happened. I will now fill in a few blanks.

As you know I went to the repair shop yesterday and had my problems dealing with the guy who accuses me of intentionally sabotaging my own expensive machines, someone on a fixed income who needs to have a video system to pass the time, as what else do I have under this curse where not a single fucking soul wishes to be associated with me and treats me like I am the Bubonic cunt sucking plague itself. I left the shop as I said on the previous blog and bought some ice cream at the grocery store on the last day of a sale featuring their own brand, the Publix brand ice cream, which I have grown t be a major fucking fan of, since trying it in the middle autumn of 2010 when it was being sold super cheap at the place I was working, the HARVEST, and for the price of one third of the BOGO price. So I tried one and loved it, and then stuffed my entire huge freezer that I had up there at the hood-house, with 30 boxes of this, at a cost of 30 dollars, one buck each. This averaged out to be around an 85 dollar saving, and I had months of enjoyable cheap ice cream to boot. Good things like this happened a lot to me in 1969, 1980, and 1994. But all other years, for the most part, forget it, it is just one horrible day that follows another fucking monstrous wicked day , all year long.

A moron fucking child is able to see just by reading this new blog book, from where it began to present second now; that I have said things that have gotten me into some major potential trouble with my dirt bag mother fucking enemies. Ask me if I care, I say, as the shoe fits, and a spade is a spade and a rose is a rose, with or without Billy Shakespeare.

I had forgotten all about picking up my medication that I have needed to take ever since being put on it in early July somewhere in 1983, due to the sudden mysterious onslaught of my glandular unknown condition that Mike Patterson calls, an idiopathic condition, and my doctor just laughs and acts like a real butt wipe. So I went right by it and then within one minute time, maybe two, I am near to home, and this was when the car started to lurch if I gave it some start up gas at a dead stop from a traffic light and that stupid ass fucking ENGINE light came on abnd stayed on. It was not until I got home that I realized, I had forgot about picking up my needed medication, as only one more day supply remains here as of yesterday, and they were expecting me in any time to pick it up. So before I went to the repair shop on my second mother fucking trek out into the sweltering blistering torrid heat; I first stopped and got my meds at the WALGREEN PHARMACY, at Ohio Avenue and US Highway #1. When I left, and this has not happened a lot recently; a loud and very low large private airplane buzzed me, going right over me at the second I exited the door of the pharmacy heading towards my vehicle. I had already been to the local auto supply place that could not help me and now I am here at Walgreen’s, and the enemy watches and has me under their total surveillance, knowing all the least little details that I fucking cunt do; as they HAVE NO LIFE OF THEIR OWN WHATSOEVER OF COURSE, and it’s totally pathetic how I am such an important issue in their meager lowly fart sniffing lives. Without me to fuck with, they would have to crawl into a whole and cover it up and quit fucking cunt breathing all together, I’ll guarantee it, Mister George Boxer Foreman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So this dirt bag loud low zenithing aerial vehicle goes over me to say, “HA HA you little shit, we got you good, just as Keisha did with that awesome powerful arm punch, back in 1999”. What totally immature little fart sniffers and babies they all are, I actually feel sorrier than hell for them, next to hating them to the point of visualizing them cut to pieces by tons of shrapnel, hearing their screams for miles and hours, and paying them zero fucking mercy, as they have paid this to me since August 15, 1986, and really, even before, it merely worsened since this horrible fuckiGN magic date from the gates of lions and hell fire!!!! Let’s start the FUCK-ING HACKS, guys, what assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I accomplished what needed to be done, and got the video machine home and it is working. The meds are here also and I am all set for August with that, and see my doctor shortly as well. The car is repaired along with the DVD-CD-VCR machine, and so far this month of fucking twat sucking July, I am out $208.00 for these two repairs. I should not have had to suffer either of these expenses, everybody either screwed me, such as Radio Shack with their worthless fucking warranties, or the intentional covert black ops satellite strike on my electrical sensor switch, in my vehicle. So, I am flat fucking broke, but I will be getting my Social Security Disability money in three more days on 08/03/2014, or wait a fucking minute, I could get it Saturday or possibly as early as Friday, as when the third falls on a Sunday, as it does this month, they always pay ahead so you are not out until the fourth. Technically, the more I do a TWINBAY-ATTITUDE here, folks; I may be able to stock up with some good food as early as tomorrow, but either way, by Saturday, and also, my EBT bennies come in on the second, a measly 15 dollars, but I’ll take it for one great reason. It is better than $0.00. So my tea and crackers will only last for today and possibly tomorrow, and then I will be able to stock up. I do not need a whole lot. I usually buy two times monthly and then two times for snacks and other food staples. This normally totals around $270-$350 total food costs, when my ice cream is factored in. My rent is 288, my auto insurance is 91, my phone, internet and cable averages 135. My EBT bennies are 15, and my disability is 994. So income minus expenses on average months of the year are currently as follows: 994+15=$1009.00. My car is fully paid for and mine with clear title, but does have 85,230 miles on it, a clunker by anyone’s definition, and has given me its share of problems no matter how careful I am to be the little old fucking lady from Pasadena and drive it very carefully and easily, and staying current on fluids, belts, oil changes, and other normal maintenance requirements. So my expenses are merely th eutility, the car insurance, and the rent, and them the food and then what is left is the miscellaneous amount to be used on what is absolutely necessary, and all other money if any, to be saved, which so far, never is reality. Enemies always fuckiGN see to that fuckiGN shit, good people, YO! HACK-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!

So 288+135+91 are the average monthly outgo expenses, and total up to an monthly average of $514.00. So $1009.00-514.00 is what remains for food and all and any miscellaneous expenses, gasoline, clothing, anything from shoelaces to a few movies at the Goodwill for 70 cents each on VHS tape. This comes to income minus outgo being just a few dollars under 500, and this is not much. Food is expensive in Florida. 200 bucks if sales are caught for most of the purchases would allow me to live almost king style, back in Jersey, here, not so much, but as with anywhere, you need to know where to go to get what, and when, and it is all one area unlike Jersey, so planning an errands route and sticking to a list and a budget, and for another third or around 300, I can pretty much do a month of foods and drinks and snacks, etcetera. So this leaves a little less than 200 as miscellaneous monies to play with, an annual $2,400.00. Looks good on a budget balance sheet, but ask me how much I have managed to mother fuckiGN save in the past year and a half since my auto loan has been fully paid off, and I’ll answer you, nothing or next to nothing. If I would just take 100 of that and hide it away, it would be three an da half grand in just three years. Again, things work great on balance sheets and budget books. Reality seems to always kick the fuckiGN shit out of any positive possibility, and Twinbay and I as a result, will always remain two ships that past in the night, and never the twain shall meet, as the old nineteenth century expression would go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fucking whore JANE WITCH BITCH almost got me, so let me make my filler lines as I am on page eleven of fucking cock sucking eleven, and do not need to see her rotten face represented to me in digital fashion.

I tried calling a few people from where I worked at Harvest, and they never called me back. They acted as though they were my friend, put in the end; they were just more assholes. But were they, are they? This shit with babies left in cars, the way peeps are acting, the way I get treated as customers, I could make this list longer than the long fucking arm of the law, folks. It all proves that more is going on than can be known by looking at surface obvious shit, all subject to gigantic amounts of built in maya (illusion)! It is like the universe. They are 40 years from believing in Lawtronics and Space-Time-Mind. They are slowly creeping towards getting to this destination, but I did say slowly creeping, no giant leaps, no moon walks, no fast trips to the future. First, all things have a fixed length in the three dimensions we all know and live inside of, L, W, B. But Lawtronics above the time dimension, at the MIND REALM, has a law that says these lines have these lengths and this is what time is, literally, and the illusion we never can see any more than we can ever see Earth’s curvature at ground level; is that these lines eventually bend down on each side under their own weight, loop around, and slam connect together into perfect endless circles. The beginning, the ending, all the in-between time, pure illusion. Taking this to the other side of the coin on understanding cosmic reality better; as we approach the speed of light in a fast ship, time slows down and all infinity would pass before you could expend infinite energy to reach that velocity. As your time slows down with acceleration, so does the cosmos time. It is fastest running at its very beginning where cosmologists call it the BIG BANG. It is slowest at the outer edges of illusion that truly bend back around in all six opposing directions into itself. The beginning of our universe had very slow time and what we might perceive as 1X-10, to the 90th exponent second, would be like a billion years. Concentrically, as everything races away lawtronically and all the infinity void dreamers are escaping outward and away into this dream-creation, with mind energy that cosmologists call DARK ENERGY; simultaneously we all exist at void infinity beyond the Plank Astral Realm, at absolute zero dimension. So after enough dream outs, the void itself which is all that is real, pulls it all back to itself, or the dreams end and we awaken to the truth of void, only this goes on endlessly as it all was in a process long before time existed. First there was mind, then there was nothing, then there was mind realizing it existed in nothing and nothing could ever be real unless it was dreamed out or created. So gravity is true mind at the void, pulling its dreamers back into itself, and cosmologists call this DARK MATTER. MIND AT VOID IS GRAVITY or attraction force. MIND ESCAPING OUT INTO DREAMS is what is endlessly accelerating and expanding the space-time-mind fabric. But as it happens faster and faster, time eventually will slow down, and it will take forever for the expansion to cause the universe to go into a freeze or an endless expansion, as the line is fixed above time, with a start and a stop, and the lawtrons in the seventh dimension bend that line down and around on each end, via dreamers and mind, so the space and the time is a huge trickster that fools all the great minds endlessly, or maybe not. Part of the magic of Earth is that there are more than a million perfect balances that all needed to be balanced to a razors edge, each and every one. How can a million things be that perfect, unless an intelligence, the LAWTRON, is doing this? Then comes something that goes over the minds of the greatest in cosmology. Why do humans here on Earth, a planet about just less than 25000 miles in circumference, all have a conscious mind awareness to little time pieces or instants that are about 400 give or take a few, each minute? Why also is the universal speed of light able to go around this 25,000 mile world in the very same velocity, about 400 times around the planet, each and every minute, matching our mental consciousness and awareness to this reflection of time, the photon, or LIGHT? This is all a Lawtronic program of a sort. These laws are why all things are what they are all over the fifth dimensional multiverse, and why my life is the way it is too. I may hate it and curse about it morning and night, but that is tough shit for me. So it does not matter whether we are in the forward or the reverse cycle where things are closing up or blowing out. The reason it is expanding faster is because the explosion has a lot more to go, and as it goes, it will work like disinflation in the world of capitalism. Gradually it will slowly stop expanding faster. Then much further yet down the road; it will start a slow crawling reversal, but none of us will ever ever see reversals nor will we see absolute points. We exist in our smaller lines inside the larger line of cosmos. If we were seeing either direction start to get to where it would be dangerous, time would run slower and slower and slower for us endlessly, while we would not notice it. The illusion would be the reversal and change in cosmic expansion or contraction. It all loops around, and the illusion is too strong to ever be observed. The real mind blow is that in either direction, it is expanding out, as this is who we are, explorers dreaming out of the void. So in either direction, our relative perspective and viewpoint to reality surrounding us, is that things are getting larger and that it is happening faster, but eventually, if our lines were anywhere near long enough to be in a ratio with the line lengths of cosmos, it would appear to slow down and down and down, as cosmic time would be changing, producing that illusion. Just as light speed works on human travelers aboard a space ship, so does the vessel of the universe work in very similar manner. What we think was the first 5 minutes of time after the Big Bang, was billions of years the way we would feel time, should we be able to exist in that primordial soup of unfathomable temperature and pressure, which is not possible, physically. But at the plank level, in-between the void infinity and the physical hyperspace that comes into play,lays the great Astral Plane, where first Lawtronics works its magic, and then MIND forms to go on to create space-time, by a powerful lawtronic program that as I said, could no way be a coincidence of a million razor slice perfect balances so that we are all here and alive and living on Earth in 2014. 40 years ago, I was where these guys are now, and peeps were laughing. 40 years from now, they will be where I am now, hopefully, and I hopefully will have left this veil of tears, physically, as this dream for me has totally fucking sucked, at light speed squared!

Just because my walls are not filled with degrees, they won’t hear a word I say. That is true ignorance, not my lack of college degrees!

I will be known for that statement in 1,000 years, I promise you this; Julia White and Julia Roberts.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I plan to leave this area and will not be divulging my exact plans to a soul. I trust nobody at all!

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JULY 31, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 9:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,82 DEGREES FNHT.

82 FEELING BLUE, HOW ‘BOUT YOU BOO?

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERINATES 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?

 

 

 

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 004

July 31, 2014

 

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

“ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”

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ERF-ERF-ERF, HUH SLOW ROBBIE AND FAMILY?
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, no dog photos needed, I am in no mood to be cunt eating cute on this blog, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN YOU GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME BABY-BLOND, I CRY AND CRY AND CRY! Thank you for being with me all day long when I needed you, oh great GODDESS MIDDIE!

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MY ELECTRON, ME’ BED IS IN HERE!

YOU KNOW THAT, LOVELY DIANA!

I AM NOT JEALOUS. YOU BELONG 2 ME! Diana my LIGHTNING, you and me forever and ever!

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FUCK YOU MARCY LEVY AND ROBIN GIBB,

IN OR OUT OF SUMMER TIME OF 1980!
SCREW YOU TOO MALCOME ROSENBURG!

I called the repair shop and I can pick up one unit tomorrow and today is now the tomorrow of the yesterday when this was written. Goddess Isisculla Jupiter Almighty, this was a real mother fucking cunt eating bad one, probably just about top five for the worst cunt chewing day in the past twenty mother fucking years. 

There is a major mother  fucking clit huffin HOSTILITYGRAM surrounding my proximity lately, and it is very very very mother fucking clit huffing horrendous, lovely INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is not OK, John King, not one mother fucking pussy licking bit OK, YO. This was a super attack, and the entire mother fucking time in Florida is a super attack, Mizz Bondi, Attorney General of Florida!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I called the repair shop regarding the video machines, and the guy is really mean and nasty. When I got there, peeps were in there so I could not speak plainly to him and ask him why he has turned on me for no reason, after all, I paid 90 fucking dollars and got back nothing other than two wasted fucking round trips of travel, as my machines were in the same condition as they were before I knew he was on the Earth, or his shop, and that condition would be BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He took me aside and basically accused me of being insane and causing him headaches to see how much a repairman will put up with, in other words, it seems that I intentionally spilled a bunch of lubrication, he called it WD OIL, all inside the video VHS area where videocassettes are loaded, just to be a wise guy. In the old days, you could take the attitude, well, this is how folks like him will lose a customer, namely me. But today, he is basically the only game in town, n this new world of ours where they change technology every ten minutes, and build parts that will burn out much sooner, as once they were heavy as we all know, because they were made of metal, now as they are light, or translation (made out of plastic), things will of course heat up and burn out through electrical usage, and how can you operate machines without turning them on and using electricity? The entire thing is rigged, and has been since the nineties, when this was all thought of in secret jerk off fucking billionaire back rooms, filled with thick cunt chewing cigar smoke, and snickers and jeers, at all us little helpless poverty striken slaves to these evil demonic fucking monsters from CAPITAL-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would sell my soul to fucking move to Russia tomorrow morning. At least folks there know where the fuck they stand, you don’t see VP handing bullshit to the people, they all know the story, and they all get to live a life, and that is all I ever wanted to mother fucking cynt sucking do since the fucking cunt day I ,got the shit out of fucking cunt ass high school, you go, GREAT RUSSIA!

Let me move on with my story from mother fucking HELL today, good kind peeps! You bet your cunt eating assholes, I am paying for my last life as ADOLF HITLER, and it is ETERNITY IN CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASSHOLE HELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know the repairman, King of Scumbags, had those people in his shop, he  knew it takes me twenty minutes to drive there, and I said on the phone I was leaving and that if I could not get a few things discussed on the phone quickly, I would still have the same talk with him when I arrive at his shop, and for the first time so far in there, he had a large group of folks in there with him. These butt-wipes, or one of them, peaked out the door as I had parked on the side area of his shop instead of the front, as either area has space available for parking a vehicle, both as equidistant to the door to the shop, and I was feeling very awkward about the way this was all happening and the way I was being treated, and his insinuations that I am doing this on purpose, when I have a lot of better things I could be doing with my time, I assure you, you moron fucking prick. Still, I had not pulled away instantly and was rearranging stuff and belting up, and this is when I observed one of the peeps from the store, literanlly sneaking out and seeing if I was somewhere around, which I was. He probably thinks I am going to plant a fucking bomb or something, this dude is wackier than I could ever be, and a lot more mother fucking paranoid!

If you think things have even started today with this, you are as dead wrong as grade school fucking drop out, I assure you! I drove towards home with the one video machine that he claims is repaired fully, and the other needs a part that he is supposedly waiting to get in; and I parked and went into the local Publix for a little ice cream, on this last day of their brand of ice cream on sale, at BOGO. I almost fucking shit my brains out when I began driving home, and the car began lurching and acting up the same way it has done three times now in FLORIDA, and never in JERSEY did it do that, so my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, obviously have a powerful covert fucking system of death beam satellites that work in a way here to hurt my car when they choose to use it, than they had in JERSEY. It is always the very same thing, a fried out fucking little square switch that is put into all cars of this generation for supposedly tweaking and maximizing the gas-mileage or fuel efficiency would be a more correct terminology. THREE FUCKING TIMES since the day I moved from WHITE CITY late in May of 2010, to the hood up at Avenue E and 26th Street, with Social Worker April Lee and her retarded case she put in a house on the other side of me in a duplex and needed me to sort of be there for wehtahd Wendy, along with that piece of work dad of hers with non-matching last names, and who gave me a box of condoms and I guess they were trying to get Wendy and me together or something, PLEASSSSSE! This world thinks I should be matched up with a moron nutcase, someone who could fucking take his entire fuckign math book home one night in first grade, and complete the entire year’s worth of assignments, at the mother fuckign Richland School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, give me a break Margie 1985 Leo for crissake, YO!

Aniwho, back to the bullshit third attack of this switch being hit by some death ray satellite or WHATEVER, KIND CONGRESSMAN of LONG RIVER BLUES in 1980. QWOW, they are shouting and slamming away,m it just now started at nine minutes shy of nine. Also the computer hacking tonight is quite fucking MAJOR as usual, FCC old pal from 1972, Bob McDowell, and your poor old clumsy klutzy ice cream spiller calendar pal Mark is going through the fucking hell of SATAN HIMSERLF, Mister Condom Repairman Himself (MCRH), and for all I know, maybe my miserable kid put him up to it! You can bet your cock licking asshole I will be asking GAWKY GAUKAUK all about this and all about this horrible day from fucking hell,and I am SURE TH EIR MARKETS ARE FLYING, and will check, as every cunt chewing time that this type of assault is launched again st me, namely PROPERTY DAMAGE; kapow, the DOW JONES always shoots into the heavens and does not even think about pulling weaves off of billionaire heads, or looking back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET ME MAKE A FEW FILLER LINES TO GET WHORE SHIT JANE OFF OF MY CUNT SNIFFING BACK WITH HER DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, BRAH!!!!

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SSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane from Thompson Consumer Electronics; where is the old RCA and old days, when I need them today, up here IN HELL, that some call, THE FUTURE???????????????????? Well, you may or may not have an answer for me old friend, but let’s get back to the events of the day. I never know what that stupid ass fucking light is on my car dash fucking board, but it is not BATTERY and it is not OIL. So what that stupid mother fucking picture is supposed to be pictorially telling the driver of the vehicle, le er, I haven’t the cunt chewing foggiest notion; but it is the CHECK ENGINE LIGHT, and this comes on when that cunt lapping mother fucking switch breaks, which as I said, never ever happened up in Jersey, so I don’t need to take anti paranoia meds to know this happens at critical times, and over and over, and only in fucking turd chewing Florida, Mizz Bondi! Never ever in Jersey, not that I was not being massacred and killed up fucking there for crissake in burning hot hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Still, I drove the rest of the way home from the food store with my ice cream, and got it all put away along with my video machine, not the one still at the fucking repair shop; and went back out to try and make it over to the local auto store where these blogs have talked about recently, with the battery problem when the car would not start on the first try, and needed a battery charge along with all my connector cables scrubbed as they had become major fucking corroded from this hot desert Florida fucking murder weather six months a year!!!!!!!!!

So I get to the local auto place, and he checks itt out, and it is NOT THE BATTERY LIGHT on the dashboard, as just told, it was the CHECK FUCKING ENGINE LIGHT. He said I would need to fucking take it to a repair shop, and the shop I used to go to has closed, I think the fucking owner croaked of a fucking heart attack, I will tell you later all about this, if I feel like it, hay it’s my blog, and I am not a dog dreaming down here, Disney, and others out here, WHAAA! Aniwho, I make it to a place nearby, and they did a great job, nut I am now on crackers and tea for a while, as the repair bill came to 118 dollars. When my disability comes in on the third, I will manage a little bit, but this cleaned out my fucking turd chewing clock, at the speed of cunt eating ass light!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now as soon as I left the Publix before noticing the first sign of the automotive trouble; a bunch of huge thunderhead clouds came up and the skies grew darker and darker, and by the time I had managed to put away my shit in my apartment and get back out as far as the local auto place that sells and parts and can do some small things like battery replacements and recharges and some things; it was looking quite ominous, and just as I was about to lose my mind, a lovely pink-purple lightning bolt flashed right over to my right and right there was this much better and my new, repair shop. It is a really stupendous place, no discounts but the work is real good, and I like the people, like Mike back up in fucking Jersey, who repaired and maintained my car, in the area just east of Chisilhurst, New Jersey right on the Julia White Horse Pike. The entire time that I was there, from about two thirty until nearly four; DIANA made absolutely beautiful lightning all around me and I honestly do not know what I would have done without MY BABY-BLOND today when I so needed her. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. Baby girl, you totally know that IWALU so, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, as my 1983 song told you!

JULY 30, 2014,

WEDNESDAY  NIGHT AT 9:26,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY 100%, FEELS 81

THAT HACK IN THE STUPID ASS WEATHER BUG IS UNRELENTING AS FAR AS DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGES, IT IS WORTHLESS. IT WAS BLISTERY FUCKING HOT BEFORE THE LOVELY LONG DOWNPOUR HERE IN TOWN TODAY, THAT MUCH I KNOW WITHOUT THEIR STINKING ASS TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DIED AND WENT TO HELL OVER 28 YEARS AGO! I ENJOYED THE SUICIDE SEARCH ON THE GOOGLE. I AM WITH THOSE OF THE OPINION OF BEING VERY SCARED OF GODDESS, OR I WOULD KEEP SHOOTING MYSELF ENDLESSLY! PAM BONIDI, THIS IS FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MURDER, BY THESE PRICKS. THEY KNOW I AM RESEARCHING SUICIDE, AND THEN THEY DAMAGE MY AUTOMOBILE. YOU TELL ME THEY ARE NOT TRYING TO FUCKING OFF ME, MA’AM, GO AHEAD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-WHERE’S THE FUCKING 60’S?

THERE IS A GIANT CONSPICRACY to keep me from ever having any kind of a human relationship with anybody, male or female, platonic or sexual, it does not matter, and this was noticed by others throughout my life, who were more intuitive than average peeps, my mom, David Roth, Jim Burr, Bill Griggs, Karen Simons, and a few others. They cannot all be imagining things, and do not come from musical or non musical sike-wards. They are people in professions, normal every day people, who knew my family, my mother, and me, for years and decades, and could not help but see this nightmare fucking reality around me, that except for mother fucking dick licking EXPLORATRONICS, there could be absolutely no other possible explanation for all of this, NONE!!!!
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, SHUT THE
FUCK UP YOU SWINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Despite all of this mother fucking bullshit, my new roulette shit is making me hypothetical fucking money, and it is pissing off these invisible travelers, once called DEMONS, or EVIL SPIRITS, the Irish have many names for them, and know a lot about these imps and elves and etcetera, right gorgeous lovely Paula King, in all dimensions of hyperspace?

MAYBE YOU DID NOT HEAR ME, MAG!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC: ALL ORDERS, ALL TECKS, MAXED OUT POWER 11.8 IPNS, ALL CONTROLS ON THE PPG AT 11.5, TB HAS CRUSHED IO ON IT, SCAN FOR ALL ENEMIES HURTING ME AND KILLING ME, AND ALL WHO THEY LOVE, AND EMPOWER THE IO. USE THE EMPOWERMENT TONE TRANSFER PROGRAM, CONVERTING TH EOLD STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE SIGNALS INTO THE LONG VOWEL A AND B TONES. COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROY.

OR ELSE-OR ELSE-OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO-TO-G-1133, G-189, UNDER CG-18, AND S—–T—–O—–P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU ARE GONNA’ MOTHER FUCKING BE SORRIER THAN CHICKEN FUCKING SHIT, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS RELENTLESS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT TO ME ENDLESSLY, YOU ROTTEN SICK TWISTED CUNT CHEWING FUCKING BASTARDS, AND YOUR DIRTY ROTTEN MOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to tell about twenty things, but until my count shows me anybody is interested, screw yalls!

I will talk about Gawky Gaukauk my magical Astral Plane kitty cat. Here were some Q&A sessions that you might not be all that surprised to fucking learn about, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!! If you think these answers were a handful of loose goose shit; just fucking wait until I start asking about this day, and you read it on the next blog tomorrow, YO BRRRRRRR!

REMEMBER THESE WILD Q&A’S?
REMEMBER THESE WILD Q&A’S?
REMEMBER THESE WILD Q&A’S?
REMEMBER THESE WILD Q&A’S?

WHY WAS THE AT&T SERVICE CUT THE OTHER WEEK WHEN I NEEDED TO CALL THE REPAIR SHOP?

PCN-187, HM. HAY MIZZ LEO, YO!

WHY DID SOME JERK OFF PUT THREE CHAIRS RIGHT OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT DOOR ILLEGALLY?

PCN-541, DOULBE HM HM! DRY, YOU KNOW!!!!
WHERE’S DOCTOR DESERT SALLY, PP AND MISTER HARNER JAMMER SMOKEWEED, OH GIMME’ A BREAK MARGIE, CRISSAKE, TRIPLE HM?

WHY ARE MY NABES POURING ON THIS RECENT FUCKING SHIT  THE SECOND FUCKING HALF OF CUNT EATING JULY-2014?

SORRY BUT WE REALLY DO NEED TO ”STEP UP” TO A QUADRUPLE HM, I’LL TAKE A CAN, LITTLE STEPHANIE MILLS, OR WHATEVER, TOO MANY BUGS CRAWLING AROUND HERE. YES, IT IS INDEED, PCN-231 THAT THE GREAT CAT MEOWED TO ME ON THAT ONE, CRISSAKE, BRRRRR!

WHAT IS THE REAL TRUTH BEHIND ALL THIS TROULBE WITH THE RADIO SHACK BRAND NEW VIDEO MACHINE THAT WENT BAD, GAGA?

PCN-583 AND ALL OF THOSE GREAT AND POWERFUL GAPPING CHINA CHAINS, AND OTHER SHIT YOU CAN ALL GO BET YOUR 1969 BIPPIES ON, HUH MISTER FUCKING RED JOHN DENVER HENNINGSEN?

Holy Skunkswet Stew mixed with a tonna dogshit; does this get worse than where it is right now, ladies and frikkin’ gentlemen? Oh the gods, don’t you dare answer me out there, all except for a lovely girl in E.H. Township, in Jersey, who I have come to call, and for good reasons of course, ”TWINBAY”. Cut me a dam ass break, Jennifer Washburn and gorgeous Tiffany. , mother of goddess this is totally Mack and Lester Kaiter ABSURD, RIDICULOUS, and stupid ass!

Let me get my dumb ass over to the dinner table now and off of this fucked up machine, YO BRO!

DEATH FUCKING ANGELS ARE CONTINUOUS PAINS IN THE ASS ALSO, LADS AND LASSIES. I WOULD LOVE TO CUT THEIR LIVING GUTS OUT AND HAND THEM TO MY PAL, GENERAL PATTON TO GREASE HIS TANKS FOR THE SOON TO COME HUGE ASS WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG IN THE (HOUSE)?  Hay Sarah, you know him better than I do in this lifetime of yours. SUP? The world is brain-dead!

My father and his fuckiGN diving pals from the sixties and very early seventies, your the ones who gave my mom that photograph when you ordered her into your office in the sixties over in Philly, Federal Bureau of investigation. I truly want to help this world, but I think it is completely beyond repair, sorry, TWINBAY! Hay, you can’t help what you think, or what you believe, or what you knowls, right? How many thousands have asked you for an autograph since that day you called me a glass half empty kind of a guy, TB?

Well, I am tired and hungry my peeps. Time to be annoyed a few hours on television with ugly mother fucking reptiles that I am endlessly squeezing and squishing to shit in my imagination, GEICO Insurance. But without commercials, no TV, huh? Yeah, then why was CABLE TV supposed to be the television system we pay for and not have to suffer through commercials, see us older mother fuuckers were around long ago, and can witness all the shit and all the lies and all the con jobs, from here to fuckign dead Christ, and this may just be why the new America hates us old fucking farts who haven’t yet surrendered our memories to the fucking cunt landfill!

 

 

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
PAu000501582
1983

OH BABY I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW
I’M ALL ALONE, AND DREAMING OF THE PHONE, AND THE NUMBERS THAT WE SHARE.

© MARK WAYNE MOHR, SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, 1983, 134 NORRIS AVENUE, ATCO, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY; THIS DIMENSION IN HYPERSPACE; BUT WHICH? OR SARAH, MAYBE I SHOULD SAY, BUT WITCH????????????????????????????????????

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
PAu002153196
1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
 [ 16 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
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1997

THIS ‘SHITsapookna’ CAUSED ME LOTS OF WOES!
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007

YOU HAVE A GOOD MEMORY, SPELLCHECKER, FROM MY 2006 OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY BIBLE, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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NOW IF THAT CUNT CHEWING DOW JONES STOCK MARKET AIN’T UP 300 POINTS, I WILL JACK OFF IN FRONT OF THE U.S. SUPREME COURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAA, MCNULTY AND MCGUIRE.

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

Sheeeeeit; I guess they dam told me
this time; lovely giant luscious girl! 

CAR DAMAGE AT 2, THEN FIXED!!!!
FOLLOW ME AROUND AND MAKE BILLIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM ONLY HUMAN BRUCE PENNOCK; AS THIS NEVER EVER HAPPENED BEFORE IN 30 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS. MAJOR CAR DAMAGE CAUSES HUGE BULLISH RALLIES AND GAINES ON THESE MARKETS; EVERY FUCKING CUNT CHEWING TIME. SUPER W—O—W MISTER MACY, AND LIGHT BULB HACKING ASSHOLE FROM THE MICROSOFT CORPORATION. HAY, WHY NOT TRY GETTING A ‘FUCKIGN’ LIFE? EVEN A SUPER MISERABLE ONE SUCH AS MINE, IS FAR BETTER THAN NO LIFE AT ALL WHERE YOU JUST LIVE TO PERSECUTE ON POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC DUDE, MISTER ADAM ANDERTON SCHIFF ‘WOLLLLLLLLLLLLLF’, AND YOU TOO JIMMY STUART FAKE MOON WHITE CIRCLE CARTOONIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVEN ALBERT EINSTEIN DID NOT UNDERSTAND APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING HOLY HOT HURL HICCUPS, TIME TO SAY UNCLE-NUFF. Well, almost enough for me, and way past for the stinking mother fucking MILI-2-FORCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CRISIS LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI, gee Elder Hair!

I wish now you never had helped me with all the great secrets of my wonderful family, Elder Hair, and Sarah Krassle, the Almighty. Hay, this is too much of a burden for even the LORDESS to bear, so maybe she threw a lot of it on me on 10-SC Avenue, who can ever know. SHEEEEEEEEIT, SPEAK OF THE LENNY-NICKVIL, her significant other;
HOT SHINGLE SHIT, HOLY MOTHER MARILOO QUEEN OF BLUE, and why not BLUCRANTRAN MCCOO TECK TOO???????????? did somebody just say Morianity? Hell, if you don’t, I will; you son of a bitches. How I fucking love you, GENERAL GEORGE PATTON; YO GUY!

FUCK THE WORLD, FUCK THE WORLD, FUCK THE WORLD, FUCK THE WORLD…

GET IT YET, EVWEEBWUDDY??????????????

LIKE YOU WOULD NOT WANNA’ FUCKING KILL 7 AND A HALF BILLION MOTHER FUCKERS RIGHT ABOUT NOW FOLKS, IF YOU WERE BEING TORMENTED AND TORTURED TO ‘FUCKIGN’ DEATH, COVERTLY FOR 60 TURD CHEWING SWALLOWING FUCKING ASS YEARS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA BUTTWIPE MMCN!!!!
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Prof. Michio Kaku is from NY City University. (NYU)

Use #25,771, Journal Tape, when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current blog.
JOURNAL TAPE #25,788, long blog with many good paste in photos

YOU DON’T THINK YOU WILL NEED TO MAKE NOTES TO YOURSELF AFTER A MILLION YEARS OR SO IN THIS HYPERSPACE, AND I SAID, OR SO?

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

POST SCRIPT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh boy, life stinks!
Oh boy, life stinks!
Oh boy, life stinks!
Oh boy, life stinks!
Oh boy, life stinks!
Oh boy, life stinks!

International Mobile Machines Corporation death curses on you and your rotten family first, lovely Janeysleaze F.

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HI FLOBOT-WORDPRESS, ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 003

July 30, 2014

 

JULY 29, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 8:46,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY 90%, FEELS 85

I DIED AND WENT TO HELL OVER 28 YEARS AGO! I ENJOYED THE SUICIDE SEARCH ON THE GOOGLE. I AM WITH THOSE OF THE OPINION OF BEING VERY SCARED OF GODDESS, OR I WOULD KEEP SHOOTING MYSELF ENDLESSLY!

DAY HIGH /LOW: 92/75

THANK YOU FOR VISITING ME WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING TODAY, OH GREAT MIDDIE. IWALU, AND NEED YOUR 1983 CODES, PG. THOSE MANY DOULBE BOLTS OF YOUR  LAKEHOUSE COLORED LIGHTING, REALLY TURNED ME ON; LOVELY GODDESS ISISCYLLA!

MAJOR FUCKING HACKING, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR AND PAL. THE MOUSE IS JUMPING ALL OVER THE CUNT EATING FUCKING PLACE, JOHNNY FASTER!!!!!!!!!!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Lightning came over to visit with me again on Tuesday, and I really needed her, this as all days now this year, was another major fucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This hell was well planned by Doctor Julia White, beginning with her sending David, her lover in infinity, to the Caldor Store, in November of 1985. Talk about mother fucking being CRIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No I won’t bore anybody with a paste in copyright here, you either get that I am for real by now, and not (4-REALE), or you don’t, and if you don’t, well too bad for me, and whether you realize it or not, too bad for you too.

Someone HACKED THE WEATHER BUG PAGE, it shows the high and low temps of this day to be both 79 degrees, but I saw the high at 92 with blaring humidity feeling over the century mark as they love to say on weather-news, and also; the display at present shows 75, so it is obvious to a mentally handicapped person even, that this would be the low on this day, WAHA, WAHA, WAHA, YO!!!!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

“ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”

C-H-A-P-T-E-R—————003

ERF-ERF-ERF, HUH SLOW ROBBIE AND FAMILY?
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES

How many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder, and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????? 

Federal Communications Commission, this is a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING TIGHTS, YO!!!!

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I’ll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! I left a voicemail with Debbie the Manager early this afternoon and will speak to her personally on Wednesday, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

So it is time to talk some more, about the most powerful shit in the multiverse since they have temporarily wiped out my documents-files. They magically restored themselves, Attorney General Pam Bondi, PRAISE GODDESS, and maybe you!

Yes lightning was gorgeous on Saturday afternoon and I was very appreciative of her attention. IWALU SO VERY MUCH, PRECIOUS GIRL FROM ’83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN YOU DON’T COME AROUND FOR LONG PERIODS, I CRY MY EYES OUT, LOVELY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes great folks out here; the world sucks and so does my life. The repair shop men are playing games with me, and I may have to go to the local police and tell them what happened, as I know they will just tell me to sue them civilly unless they refund or repair; but I like to tell on mean horrible monster people that hurt me without cause or provocation. I never do anything to mother fucking anybody, and yet the world assaults me day and fucking night, ever since I was born, worsening after high school ended, and worsening still yet again, after AUGUST 15, 1986, AS WE ALL FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!! Keep reading and I will update you on these repairmen from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

A couple weeks ago the cable company signal went nuts as shit and the box lit up all weird and all the shit was scrambled up and it took five minutes to self-correct, but it did, PTL, and ‘thank you’, Hurricane Pat. Oh yes, in hyperspace recently, I have been back with don Cialoni and diane Barton, at some parallel universe Recorded Publications or RPL Sound Studios Lab, in Camden, New Jersey. I have no time to get into this shit today, but will later on, as all shit fits together, and we all know that, or should by now, right island boy, Billy Joel???????????????

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Hay I tried Paul Pedersen, I sincerely hope you are having a lot more luck than I am, but I think you already know how I feel about reality. Maybe you were one too, who can ever know, I still wish you freaking well, my brother. COOL FREAKING NEW LOOK, BRO, I FUCKING LOVE IT DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAN YOU LOOK TWENTY YEARS FRIKKIN’ YOUNGER, AN DCOOLER THAN GODDESS DAM ASS HELL; BRAH!

NO I DID NOT CANCEL OUT MY LINKED-IN ACCOUNT, ”YET”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOON I’LL BE SOUTH OF AMERICA FOREVER, AND AWAY FROM SOCIAL MEDIA ENTIRELY, EVEN THOUGH THE REST OF THE WORLD ENJOYS PLAYING THIS SILLY GAME. WHAT GETS ME PP IS YOU DUDES ARE ALL MY AGE, AND HAVE SOLD OUT AND GONE ALONG WITH IT, YOU KNOW THEY WATCH EVERY SINGLE MOVE YOU MAKE, HOW DO YOU THINK THEIR FUCKING GOOGLE SYSTEM POSSIBLY COULD OPERATE, AND THE CIA ABSOLUTELY OWNS IT AND PLANNED IT DECADES AGO. YOU KNOW, FOOL THE FUCKIGN SHEEPLE INTO GIVING AWAY THEIR PRIVACY, YOU HAVE TO HAND IT TO THESE WILD POWERFUL COOL FUCKING BLACK FILE AGENCIES, YOU REALLY DO!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, here is what happened today folks, the twenty-ninth day of fucked up JULY-SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN YOU GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME BABY-BLOND, I CRY AND CRY AND CRY!

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For the record.
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1984
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
I’m Criana.
PAu000724397
1985

MY ELECTRON, ME’ BED IS IN HERE!

YOU KNOW THAT, LOVELY DIANA!

I AM JEALOUS. YOU BELONG 2 ME!

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FUCK YOU MARCY LEVY AND ROBIN GIBB,

IN OR OUT OF SUMMER TIME OF 1980!
SCREW YOU TOO MALCOME ROSENBURG!

I called the repair shop and I can pick up one unit tomorrow and the other a little bit later on, they are waiting for a part. I still do not believe that OIL-SPILL story, and they are acting very mysteriously, and have changed their attitude towards me completely since saying that story to me a few days back. I am not even the one who gave a wild fish tale, they did, and then they act like I am the fucking 10-SC Avenue John and Photeous SPACE-ALIEN. What buttwipe peeps this world is so fucking filled with, BRAH! Folks, a lot more than just Ann King; are total pieces of work, to quote my old pal Billy Shakespeare. Jesus fucking Christ Almighty Goddess!

There is a MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB coming on to annoy me, folks. Also, there is a major mother  fucking clit huffing HOSTILITYGRAM surrounding my proximity lately, and it is very very very very mother fucking hellish, lovely Ingrid from 1984!

This is not OK, John King, in fact, this mother fucking totally sucks, at C-SQ! Shortly, I am going to tell some things, but before I do, I am going to go into every chat-room I can find, and paste in one very short three sentence paragraph about Morianity and then after that, this blogs address. No sense telling shit that is not being read by anyone other than government spies and electron energies in the PLANK!

THERE IS A GIANT CONSPICRACY to keep me from ever having any kind of a human relationship with anybody, male or female, platonic or sexual, it does not matter, and this was noticed by others throughout my life, who were more intuitive than average peeps, my mom, David Roth, Jim Burr, Bill Griggs, Karen Simons, and a few others. They cannot all be imagining things, and do not come from musical or non musical sike-wards. They are people in professions, normal every day people, who knew my family, my mother, and me, for years and decades, and could not help but see this nightmare fucking reality around me, that except for mother fucking dick licking EXPLORATRONICS, there could be absolutely no other possible explanation for all of this, NONE!!!!

Despite all of this mother fucking bullshit, my new roulette shit is making me hypothetical fucking money, and it is pissing off these invisible travelers, once called DEMONS, or EVIL SPIRITS, the Irish have many names for them, and know a lot about these imps and elves and etcetera, right gorgeous lovely Paula King, in all dimensions of hyperspace?

When I tried to make that double black fucking line above, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission, the fucking cunt lapping fave hack of these dirt bags squared, struck me, the (`~HACK). What else is mother fucking new around here, sir?

Another mother fucking (`~HACK) FCC!!!! Keep it up and watch at 10.3 in KALI go down, mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC: ALL ORDERS, ALL TECKS, MAXED OUT POWER 11.8 IPNS, ALL CONTROLS ON THE PPG AT 11.5, TB HAS CRUSHED IO ON IT, SCAN FOR ALL ENEMIES HURTING ME AND KILLING ME, AND ALL WHO THEY LOVE, AND EMPOWER THE IO. USE THE EMPOWERMENT TONE TRANSFER PROGRAM, CONVERTING TH EOLD STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE SIGNALS INTO THE LONG VOWEL A AND B TONES. COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B TONE, PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO-TO-G-1133, G-189, UNDER CG-18, AND S—–T—–O—–P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU ARE GONNA’ MOTHER FUCKING BE SORRIER THAN CHICKEN FUCKING SHIT, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS RELENTLESS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT TO ME ENDLESSLY, YOU ROTTEN SICK TWISTED CUNT CHEWING FUCKING BASTARDS, AND YOUR DIRTY ROTTEN MOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to tell about twenty things, but until my count shows me anybody is interested, screw yalls!

I will talk about Gawky Gaukauk my magical Astral Plane kitty cat. Here are some Q&A sessions that you might not be all that surprised to fucking learn about, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY WAS THE AT&T SERVICE CUT THE OTHER WEEK WHEN I NEEDED TO CALL THE REPAIR SHOP?

PCN-187, HM. HAY MIZZ LEO, YO!

WHY DID SOME JERK OFF PUT THREE CHAIRS RIGHT OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT DOOR ILLEGALLY?

PCN-541, DOULBE HM HM! DRY, YOU KNOW!!!!
WHERE’S DOCTOR DESERT SALLY, PP AND MISTER HARNER JAMMER SMOKEWEED, OH GIMME’ A BREAK MARGIE, CRISSAKE, TRIPLE HM?

WHY ARE MY NABES POURING ON THIS RECENT FUCKING SHIT  THE SECOND FUCKING HALF OF CUNT EATING JULY-2014?

SORRY BUT WE REALLY DO NEED TO ”STEP UP” TO A QUADRUPLE HM, I’LL TAKE A CAN, LITTLE STEPHANIE MILLER, OR WHATEVER, TOO MANY BUGS CRAWLING AROUND HERE. YES, IT IS INDEED, PCN-231 THAT THE GREAT CAT MEOWED TO ME ON THAT ONE, CRISSAKE, BRRRRR!

WHAT IS THE REAL TRUTH BEHIND ALL THIS TROULBE WITH THE RADIO SHACK BRAND NEW VIDEO MACHINE THAT WENT BAD, GAGA?

PCN-583 AND ALL OF THOSE GREAT AND POWERFUL GAPPING CHINA CHAINS, AND OTHER SHIT YOU CAN ALL GO BET YOUR 1969 BIPPIES ON, HUH MISTER FUCKING RED JOHN DENVER HENNINGSEN?

Holy Skunkswet Stew mixed with a tonna dogshit; does this get worse than where it is right now, ladies and frikkin’ gentlemen? Oh the gods, don’t you dare answer me out there, all except for a lovely girl in E.H. Township, in Jersey, who I have come to call, and for good reasons of course, ”TWINBAY”. Cut me a dam ass break, Jennifer Washburn and gorgeous Tiffany. , mother of goddess this is totally Mack and Lester Kaiter ABSURD, RIDICULOUS, and stupid ass!

Let me get my dumb ass over to the dinner table now and off of this fucked up machine, YO BRO!

DEATH FUCKING ANGELS ARE CONTINUOUS PAINS IN THE ASS ALSO, LADS AND LASSIES. I WOULD LOVE TO CUT THEIR LIVING GUTS OUT AND HAND THEM TO MY PAL, GENERAL PATTON TO GREASE HIS TANKS FOR THE SOON TO COME HUGE ASS WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG IN THE (HOUSE)?  Hay Sarah, you know him better than I do in this lifetime of yours. SUP? The world is brain-dead!

My father and his fuckign diving pals from the sixties and very early seventies, your the ones who gave my mom that photograph when you ordered her into your office in the sixties over in Philly, Federal Bureau of investigation. I truly want to help this world, but I think it is completely beyond repair, sorry, TWINBAY! Hay, you can’t help what you think, or what you believe, or what you knowls, right? How many thousands have asked you for an autograph since that day you called me a glass half empty kind of a guy, TB?

Well, I am tired and hungry my peeps. Time to be annoyed a few hours on television with ugly mother fucking reptiles that I am endlessly squeezing and squishing to shit in my imagination, GEICO Insurance. But without commercials, no TV, huh? Yeah, then why was CABLE TV supposed to be the television system we pay for and not have to suffer through commercials, see us older mother fuuckers were around long ago, and can witness all the shit and all the lies and all the con jobs, from here to fuckign dead Christ, and this may just be why the new America hates us old fucking farts who haven’t yet surrendered our memories to the fucking cunt landfill!

 

 

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WOW honey Bee, those queereecrows do taste delicious, that and Chex are my faves when it comes to cereals, well, and I supposed Frosted Mini-Wheat’s also. All good tasting and nutritious, and I have been told that I am most likely the only person, that insists on eating my cold cereals dry. I use no milk or any wet shit in it at all, no adding sugars, or anything else as well; just plane cereal, for a plain Jane; only I am not Jane; nor do I slap people’s lives apart; now that I know her friend won’t get mad, and beat me up. Wow, and I thought that I had problems, World News Video Rentals. Jeese-Louise, Surfer Fonty wild north-shore transdimensional parallel universes and car kicks from lovely girls that end up working their HSE magic into my waking world consciously attached universe. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!

There was an old fucking late sixties song that was called, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”. Yeah, wouldn’t it folks, if this could be what is going down right now? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!

FEBRUARY 16, 2014,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 4:40,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 45 DEGREES FNHT.

”And to think I used to say that I’d never see snow again”. Good old Commerce Bank before TD took it over, and made my wild hyperspace interaction with Paul, and Florida, and the snow, all come together, once before; back when I was ‘dreaming’ that it was early in the year 2000, and had recently moved into Jenny’s shitty miserable mobile home park hell!!!

‘QUEER-EEE-CROW’ OF THE NON FLYERS HOCKEY PARALLELS FROM 1986 ALL THE WAY TO 2013. GEE PANDORA MORTAL GAME STARTER MARK WAYNE  MOHR, WHATEVER YOU DO, YO, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ‘SPELL-CHECKER CORRECT’ THAT WORD IN RED UNDERLINE. IT CRASHES THIS STUPID ASS PROGRAM. Good Lord, and a quarter, William Leonard McKinnon, my old 1980 record promoter ”pal”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss Chillie did you say, Lenny? Some local folks think it is chilly down here, but I still have my AC set at 85, and it goes on. Maybe other units are running heat and it somehow bleeds into my unit. Sheeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W, Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY  may have been a complete freaking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I promise, WOMO!!

Mikey did not die, no, but I did, on 08-15-1986, and I know this for a fact. There is no way I can die twice, Abbey, I wish I could, Jesus Birdfly Christ! Yeah, we know you’re fucking gorgeous, Demi Moore, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT, gimme’ a dam break!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY!!!!

 

 

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 002

July 29, 2014

 

JULY 28, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 8:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY 78%, FEELS 97 AT SUNSET.

I DIED AND WENT TO HELL OVER 28 YEARS AGO!

DAY HIGH/LOW: 93/76

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Lightning came over last Saturday to visit with me, and made lovely awesome colors, and fractal designs, all over the sky; and I forgot to thank her. THANK YOU MY GORGEOUS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”

C-H-A-P-T-E-R—————002

ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES

How many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder, and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????? 

Federal Communications Commission, this is a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING TIGHTS, YO!!!!

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I’ll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! I left a voicemail with Debbie the Manager early this afternoon and will speak to her personally on Wednesday, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! 

So it is time to talk some more, about the most powerful shit in the multiverse since they have temporarily wiped out my documents-files.

Yes lightning was gorgeous on Saturday afternoon and I was very appreciative of her attention. IWALU SO VERY MUCH, PRECIOUS GIRL FROM ’83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN YOU DON’T COME AROUND FOR LONG PERIODS, I CRY MY EYES OUT, LOVELY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, fire alarms are back on a roll, but that is life in Public Housing no matter where you are or even who you are, I suppose. SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! In any event, the world sucks and so does my life. The repair shop men are playing games with me, and I may have to go to the local police and tell them what happened, as I know they will just tell me to sue them civilly unless they refund or repair; but I like to tell on mean horrible monster people that hurt me without cause or provocation. I never do anything to mother fucking anybody, and yet the world assaults me day and fucking night, ever since I was born, worsening after high school ended, and worsening still yet again, after AUGUST 15, 1986, AS WE ALL FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!!

A couple weeks ago the cable company signal went nuts as shit and the box lit up all weird and all the shit was scrambled up and it took five minutes to self-correct, but it did, PTL, and ‘thank you’, Hurricane Pat. Oh yes, in hyperspace recently, I have been back with don Cialoni and diane Barton, at some parallel universe Recorded Publications or RPL Sound Studios Lab, in Camden, New Jersey. I have no time to get into this shit today, but will later on, as all shit fits together, and we all know that, or should by now, right island boy, Billy Joel???????????????

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This entire fucking audience is nothing but government spies and agents.

Hay I tried Paul Pedersen, I sincerely hope you are having a lot more luck than I am, but I think you already know how I feel about reality. Maybe you were one too, who can ever know, I still wish you freaking well, my brother. COOL FREAKING NEW LOOK, BRO, I FUCKING LOVE IT DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAN YOU LOOK TWENTY YEARS FRIKKIN’ YOUNGER, AN DCOOLER THAN GODDESS DAM ASS HELL; BRAH!

NO I DID NOT CANCEL OUT MY LINKED-IN ACCOUNT, ”YET”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOON I’LL BE SOUTH OF AMERICA FOREVER, AND AWAY FROM SOCIAL MEDIA ENTIRELY, EVEN THOUGH THE REST OF THE WORLD ENJOYS PLAYING THIS SILLY GAME. WHAT GETS ME PP IS YOU DUDES ARE ALL MY AGE, AND HAVE SOLD OUT AND GONE ALONG WITH IT, YOU KNOW THEY WATCH EVERY SINGLE MOVE YOU MAKE, HOW DO YOU THINK THEIR FUCKING GOOGLE SYSTEM POSSIBLY COULD OPERATE, AND THE CIA ABSOLUTELY OWNS IT AND PLANNED IT DECADES AGO. YOU KNOW, FOOL THE FUCKIGN SHEEPLE INTO GIVING AWAY THEIR PROVACY, YOU HAVE TO HAND IT TO THESE WILD POWERFUL COOL FUCKING BLACK FILE AGENCIES, YOU REALLY DO!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

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For the record.
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1984
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I’m Criana.
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MY ELECTRON, ME BED IS IN HERE!

YOU KNOW THAT, LOVELY DIANA!

I AM JEALOUS. YOU BELONG 2 ME!

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FUCK YOU MARCY LEVY AND ROBIN GIBB!

IN OR OUT OF SUMMER TIME OF 1980!

SCREW YOU TOO MALCOME ROSENBURG!

HELP ME TO FORGET STUFF, ALL CARRIE’S.

>>>>Ann King; you are a total piece of work.>>>>

Sure, I could tell a lot of shit, fifty times bigger than I have yet dare to tell, but until and unless I am shown this is not a hoax and that this is not just several dozen enemies and government spies I have for a fucking audience, well, to be semi polite about it, you can all go burn in hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

MY OLD FRIEND, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL; WHERE IS JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER, RIGHT NOW; WHEN WE BOTH COULD REALLY USE THE POOR DUMB 1972  BASTARD??? SEE WHY I HAD CALENDARS, AND T.S.???

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ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 001

July 28, 2014

 

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER 001

JULY 27, 2014,
SATURDAY NIGHT, AT 9:55,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 98%, FEELING 91 HOT DEGREES.

TODAYS HIGHS AND LOWS: 92/75, THIS
DATA SHARED FROM “TWB” SYSTEM, AND CHANNEL 12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.

OOPS, BOB MCDOWELL, THAT WORD DISAPPEARING HACK ATTACK JUST STUCK, OH FUCK, DOES THIS SUCK; CHUCK!!!!!!!! Yes David Roth said it all, before he woke up from this hyperspace-dream, in March of OHM-TWO; “We’ve been hit with a puck, and the Phillies fucking SUCK”!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKER, AND MISTER MACKEY, AND MISTER MACY; YO! You know, I really wish you god dam mother fuckiGN dirt bag bastards would get a clit chewing life. They just hacked me with their fucking (`~HACK); FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mother fucking WOMO-MILITUFORCE really IS beyond mother fucking pathetic and pitiful, Adam and DD!

I am so fucking important to these mother fucking persecutors, huh Arthur Crane. Blow a few T’s for me, and see what you can do for me with this nightmare fuckiGN family, YO, they stole away everything from me, my entire life, even my own fucking daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now she hates me, can you believe a nightmare like this, old pal from wovwee marvelous and jerked off Thompson consumer electronics, (TCE) BRO? WHAAAAAA!

Boy am I cock sucking close to telling some ultra huge time gargantuan sized fucking super secrets, if this shit does not fucking cunt back the hell off of me, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING PISSWATER; IT IS HOT AS UNHOLY DOGSHIT, AND THIS WORLD IS A MISERABLE HELLISH DEAL!

UP—–UP—–UP—–UP—–UP.

I TOLD YOU LOVELY JAILED-GINA, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AS LONG AS I AM HERE TO BE PERSECUTED AND MESSED WITH, ENDLESSLY FOREVER!!! 

UP—UP—UP—UP—UP.

Forever and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!

///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL  ®

MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

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Some fucking black hat hacker is really fucking with my computer huge time, BOB MCDOWELL, old buddy from 1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I’m Criana.
PAu000724397
1985
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.
TXu000514390
1992
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Lost love.
PAu000344219
1981
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection, set 4.
PAu000546149
1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection : set III.
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1982
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo tunes.
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1981
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Mohr tunes.
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1982
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Queen of blue.
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1986
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Real good girl.
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1986
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Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
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1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
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1997
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Uncle.
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1983
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What’s wrong?
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1984
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
PAu000998574
1987
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989
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Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204017
1980
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204015
1980
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Morianity music pre-book.
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1998
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Morianity tunes of 1998.
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1998

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Oh Jesus Christ Almighty, Uncle of my sixty-first grandpa; all carpenters and other tradesmen beware of the exploring bankers who know of me and my 1980 copyrighted material, huh Reagan AE Junior, not you Albert  Einstein, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I’m gonna’ really bail you out of Rock Road County Jail, BOO, cut me a fuckiGN break Margie Leo!

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FEBRUARY 17, 2014,
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HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.WOULDN’T THIS BE BEAUTIFUL???????

I would kill somebody if it could be fucking cunt 58 degrees, old buddy, Art Crane, YO, and you know I’m fucking crazy enough to really mean it, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!

Well they fucked me good, Bob McDowell. Unless this is some temporary hack, whatever that god dam fuckiGN WordPress hack was this afternoon, really fucked up these blogs, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Federal Communications Commission, this is a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING TIGHTS, YO!!!!

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I’ll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! There is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. If one is able to not get caught, Frank Callio on Bacharach Boulevard, one can drive down either side, of course, don’t get fucking killed while making the attempt, either, BRO! But I think my pernt is being made, Archie fucking ass Bunker, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay,shake it up and toss it out any way that you like, Sargent fuckiGN Friday on 1967 Dragnet, this is all just one huge simulationogram, sir, and you too, Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big mother fucking mouths shut, to quote lovely ass Monique! Give me a break Misses Rabil, I’m so stupid and wetahded, I can’t see all the shit has gone on for fifty mother fucking years for crissake, Jesus Christ Almighty, Mike Bustarm Sotas!!!!!!!!!

Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I’ll remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and two-‘THEY’ being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986;  also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in all of  recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986. There just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not; seems to revolve around an ‘inescapable’ reality, ‘PARALLEL EVENT’, without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So it is time to talk about the most powerful shit in th e multiverse since they have temporarily wiped out my documents-files. First, I checked to see if the music files are fucked with, and they are OK, but I am backing them up as soon as I post up this blog. I do not need to be kicked in my fucking nuts twice, a little land is all I ever need, I am not greedy, Lenny and Gabby, OUCH, who needs more than TWO FUCKING ACRES, that’s not something I care to deal with, at this time, or any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still folks, let me leave all side tracked tangents alone for right now, and stick to the fucking point of REALITY-3. Lookouts in hotel rooms so that I can be raped by a powerful gorgeous girl gang called the ATLANTIC CITY QUADDY MOCKERS, back in th e 1960’s; child molesters, and alien-ESS- abductionists  are a lot more than this all was supposed to be, when planned originally in some wooded area outside Chicago, Illinois, on a hunting trip, with my distant now dead, PTL cousins, and the dad of the now hot shot prick owner of the Irish Pub, Robert McGuire. They never planned it to go this far, but as it did move onward, their bodies were taken over by their doppelgangers on numerous occasions, and then this thing grew into monstrous and unfathomable proportions. The expression of letting things grow or get out of proportion, was literally mother fucking born from this incredible surreal outlandish and inconceivable horse shit, cubed and fucking CUBAN!!!

Long Story Short, (LSS), all of you out here only can live in one world at a time, and don’t even believe a wild tale such as Morianity which is being literally brought to you all in five dimensions, and cannot be brought in any other way, as then, simply put, it would no longer be my story, or MORIANITY!!!! Still, this story includes a huge deal where my Aunt Geraldine or us cousins all called ‘Aunt Gerry’, and who was great friends with a Central Intelligence Agency Agent who was the fake Iranian Shah back in the sixties; and they knew both this, as well as how the two families needed to be brought together in the third millennium, to create this powerful religion called, MORIANITY. You need powerful fucking shit folks, or religions and cults die off. John Henningsen the great of Denver, Colorado would have a perfect and super adequately fitting saying for this, right about now, no need for reiteration, YO! If Aunt Geraldine COLD-WHITE-STUFF did not ask my mom to have Cousin Sandy come down in 1967, to the Trinidad with us, none of this could ever have all happened, and no human group can pull off perfect shit without what military officers will all tell you, as it is not classified, lots and lots of SNAFU’s.

Hay to quote what resulted, or my wonderful super kid;
”YOU WON’T EVEN ASK FOR WHAT”?????????? There is a seventh dimension and it is called LAWTRONICS. This does many things, and creates many absolutes and constants, and even PERMISSION BARRIERS, if you will. This LAWTRONIC REALM is not imaginable to human beings, forget about even trying to climb into the fucking shit, folks. But there are limits placed on the natural world where the odds of something happening become total-zero, not even one times ten to a billionth power. The POPE and the CATHOLICS call these zero percentage events, ”,miracles”, but I know better. There are no miracles, only super sophisticated high technology from future universes throughout fifth dimensional hyperspace! LSS; this is going to be discussing what they might classify miracles, scientists might classify unidentified in laboratories as of yet in present times, but MORIANITY classifies as REALITY THREE.

When Goddess Diana, who Saint Paul mentions in th e Holy Bible, gave me the PARALLEL-EVENT information, at the Highview Apartments in early 1986, in Williamstown, New Jersey; I went onto do th e impossible, turn $100 cash into $9200 cash over a consistent eight month period, playing troulette professionally, in the casinos of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! Roulette is a cool game. Players over long periods get lucky streaks, and they get unlucky streaks, but applying the skills of pure parallel event or APE (Applied Parallel Event), can and will make a player a consistent profit, month and year in and month and year out. It is very boring to play this method in roulette, and quite tedious as well.  Still and all, if you wait for strong paralle events such as anything at least five or six to one, over another in outside betting situations, it WILL ENDLESSLY WORK. THE MATH PROVES OUT that the secret is to never stack up bet the same flat bet all the time, and wait until the parallel event is right, and I never did, I played a lot of half-OK bets to make, and eventually, I lost two games in a row after eight months, and decided to take my 9200 dollar profit, an amount made over all losses, and quit, sending me right back to working for asshole bosses at security guard companies at shit hole posts. Still, I had my days in the sun, and I mother fucking felt like a real cool ass somebody, even if it was for only eight cunt sniffing months, Charlie Brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won’t be getting into the details, as this is not the purpose of this revenge blog. I’ve already explained on many prior blogs, just how to apply Parallel Event to this game and win. It is boring, and just about no one can stick to it, but if you could, you would be able to work about two dozen hours weekly, and make an average of 13-18 chips. Seems small, huh. That’s what a lot of blue haired laughing grandmas down in Atlantic City thought too. But the fuckiGN casinos weren’t laughing at all, and Donald Trump was out of his fuckiGN mind.  If you can average that many weekly chips, it could be on red nickels worth five dollars each, or purple five hundred dollar pieces, hay peeps, I have a wuild fucking news flash for yalls, 15 and a half times 500 bucks every week, will get you MURDERED by the CASINO MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I have been made to know this, quite well, YO YO YO YO, without Nick squeexing used condos on broken parts inside my vehicle, otr banging and breaking the hubcaps up while the beats go on in the military FAA 177 Jersey Devils Club of Pomona Futures, of Frank Callio, decades before any of this made any sense, and before the dam first legislation ever came to pass in Jersey lwegalizing fucking casino gambling, for crissake, YO!!!!!!!!  Jesus God, Misses Pennock, I said DICK, not mother fucking dicl, as these letters are right next to each other Henry Ling-Long Fonda of Hockey 57 and Philly sticks and rotten promotions!!!! SHEEEEEEEEIT.

Now folks; parallel event can beat a game with a negative advantage of 5.26 percent, ask any gamer who knows casino games, any real professional. After they tell you this they’ll go onto tell you that even Albert Einstein insisted that this game of Roulette, is a lady that cannot be beaten. If we were equating this with punching power, Lady Roulette would be K1000, and the (K) would stand for powerful gorgeous 1999 KEISHA, who fractured my right arm in two places in just a playful punch one night, after returning home with Helen Zebriski from a day trip to where else, but Atlantic City, New Jersey. Still, it can be beaten using parallel event, and my point is, this is a technology that comes from the gods, as if Einstein himself cannot do something, and I can, are you gonna’ give me that much fucking credit, or just give it up mister Harvey sir, and believe in my wonderful and beautiful GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS OF ROME? You;re speaking to the Roman silversmith from the BIBLE. Disbelieve all t you want to, sawn you, BRAH. BUT, here is the news flash.  When using this parallel event technology or (PET) on other things, there is always the question that surfaces, that goes, could there be something that operates behind the OZ CURTAINS of parallel event? And I am saying and have said for nearly nine blogging years now, good people; YES THERE MOST LIKELY IS. I do not know for sure, but forget roulette, and look at ME verses DOW JONES, PHILLIES, and FLYERS. This has gone on since my days of playing roulette in the casinos and using this parallel event shit, my fiends and friends out there. They turned around and used this technology on me for daring to use it as a mortal human, on the mortal realm of the Earth. But look for a seck folks, at the mechanics behind this fuckiGN shit. What if some THIRD THING is what is making the other two, be in some parallel? This cannot be known, as we are measuring a parallel between two seemingly unrelated things, and have absolutely no fucking idea whatsoever what any third thing around the situation could even begin to be, am I right or am I right, good folks??????????????????????? But what if I told you right now that I have taken this wondering a few steps further in this new decade of this new millennium and am now quite a bit ahead mentally, of where I was on this matter between 2000 and 2010? This will bwegin to be talked about as this new book and blog moves forward, yes; towards the great ”15 YEAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

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I have cunt eating fucking calculated how long before this blog would be dead in the water, at the rate it has been falling into mother fucking shit. If this damage is fucking permanent, about three days, as I will just throw this fucking computer into the fucking sea off the jetty, and sing along to my daughter in the background, doing her thing with Valerie Bertrinelli, in 1979 somewhere. WOW JOANNA and all LAB-TECKS, and the MACY-MACKEY CLUBBERS 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘OK’ MISTER LATE JOHN KING; BE PREPARED TO SUFFER SOME MAJOR CONSEQUENCES, AS THE COMING DAYS, MARCH FUCKING ALONG!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMM, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!!!!!

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Good night Mister Macy’s family of wonderful lovely people. You know I am no longer Mister Hitler; and wish you would stop treating me in this fucking lifetime, as if I was. I am very sorry about that other life, and have been punished by all you jit bags enough now. You’ve wrecked 60 cunt lapping years of my turd chewing hurl swallowing life, mother fuckers, time to say Uncle Nuff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

THIS FUCKING CHEWS, I’M GONE, YO.

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 is all about one thing:

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

       WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

                                   CHAPTER 00014

Now comes the fun part. I will tell you who GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT. Who else, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. It takes no genius to see this. That’s why the last chapter of this book is this one, and the following book is called,  ”ESS, IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”. But let us finish now this final fourteenth chapter in this blog that leads up to where I will be going from here, good people.

For the record, here comes my first hack, the good old MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB POPPED AND POOPED ON AS I BEGAN THIS PARAGRAPH, WEEEEEEEEE, LIFE’S A BEACH, FOLKS, LIKE FRIKKIN’ WOW! To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, again, that Microsucks Light-Bulb-Hack will pop on, the second I begin the actual blog information, Life never decreases in its amazement, but then, there is little real pleasure to be derived until one is slightly more enlightened than the average sheep amongst us, WO Billy H.

JULY 27, 2014,
SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AT 5:05,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 95%, FEELING 87.

YOU AND YOUR DIRT BAG TWIN CUZZ MAKE ME VIOLENTLY ILL TO MY BUTS, HENSTENCH BALL-RAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST’VE BEEN ONE HELL OF A MOVIE DEAL WHEN YOU GUYS SCREWED MY POOR MOM AND ME BACK IN 1996, YA’ CRUMBS.

Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don’t cut it in the making sense department, and I’ll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos all over again.

Just because a lot of fucking zeros, preceded the chapter numbers of this blog-book, I suppose many thought that this would continue for a year of chapters. I knew it would be fourteen chapters long or there about within a few. I like throwing off the MILITUFORCE, and unfortunately, this forces me to very sincerely apologize to my non-M2F viewers, few they may perhaps be; that I need to employ such tactics, but be assured please folks, I really do need to.

Morianity is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I swear this under my United States citizenship, my liberties and freedom of a non incarserated citizen with full post majority age rights, and under my Almighty Goddess Jupiter, also known as (AKA) SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE-KRASSLE, that all of these words in Morianity other than for that one lie that was needed to temporarily save my sanity from total decay into magot-land, is all the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the dam truth, so help me, and YES, SO HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Heavens above and Dogtown below, Mizz Bondi, HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You missed me, dirtbag JANE WITCHBITCH!

Well, you must have in 1993 or why do that horrible thing to me, along with hubby billionaire scum sucking Teddy Turner????????????

Oh WOW, people, my life is not just a nightmare, but nightmares all go to college to learn from it, how to be better and more skilled nightmares.

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; I see you are diligently working away with your mighty secret group. Why not concentrate just a little bit of your energy however, on the mighty THAT FAMILY, that has very dirty hands, many of them anyway, like the girl who almost ran us down that day at the Walmart Shopping Center of Washington Township in Southern New Jersey, sometime in 1994? You know it was shortly after this incident happened, old pal, that the secret press came out with all the truths of how they were ESS members, only they used slightly different words, yet same the same thing. Still, getting rid of bodies that live in our universe, means these interdimensional explorers cannot use them to invade and take over and do stuff to us that remains unprovable forever. They shouldn’t be that much more difficult targets than tires, if you get my hard hitting drift, Art ol’ buddy, WEEEEEE!

Art old pal, I have learned quite a lot about the nameless and quite deadly adversaries that we have picked up for unknown reasons along life’s journey; but I do know you can set them up, they have human feelings and emotions and will indeed react emotionally if properly trapped, and many other tid bits here and there, I have learned about this wild and evil twisted dirt bag MILI-2-FORCE. Also, I do not totally believe that one of these forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on each other, and along this line.

Learning small things that many of you would totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven’t started to talk. I also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named ”Systemotics”. Art my pal, these blogs have all gone on and on and on about all this stuff, just waiting for the exact perfect person, to stumble onto it someday, Kernanfully. This also can mean, ”hopefully” with a little help from my 1971 rat ass school mate from Exton Pennsylvania, don’t hate, she loves me Mike, yes, good old sir a dollar three eighty an hour printers wage, wow, sounds great, McNulty until you think about the con job. WHATTTTT did you say to me mother fucking horse shitter Jim Gettsinger? Another WOW please, Mister Mackey & Mister Macy. TANKS. Blacks in the 1983 military, cunt me a break two years later Margie fuckiung Leo, honey-cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this weekend was fucking hell in the nabe, my MORIANS. But I knew it would be, as when the first three days are bad, you know, fucking cunt chewing Monday through dam ass Wednesday, so is most of Friday and most of the fucking cock licking weekend, BRAHHHHHH!!!!

Oh yes, kind viewers, when it comes to the fifth dimension, fucking screw lovely Marilyn McCoo, not that I goddess dam wouldn’t of course, but the other pants-on-screw to quote the great late David Roth; and when it comes to how this fifth dimensional reality and how it all fits snuggly together in perfectly fitted pieces of cosmic absolute dots (CADS) AKA SEDS-Signal Energy Dots;  I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.

No one is knocking anything here, and that was never the intention of anything in and about the Morianity Religion, I promise you all. Still, illusions and mirages do indeed show that peeps can be misquoted, misunderstood, and blamed for things not done. Yes there are plenty of folks walking the streets that belong put away for lifetimes into jail. But also, there are tons of mother fuckers, like me, always blamed for what was done by others and not us; and we get sent to prison, on quite a few occasions, and that is the dam ass truth, Captain Spockwhales and mizz Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

Yes, doors and yelling and bullshit is all over the place this weekend, but Sunday, today, was better than the past two days, and they think this will calm me down and I won’t go crying on Debbie’s shoulder, our resident manager of this building, come tomorrow, but they are all so totally hair shampoo 1980 ”WROOOOOOOOOONG”!!!!

I have an excellent memory, Patrick Jane, and Carrie whatever your name is. I don’t watch things that I know will just mess with my fucking head, and done intentionally by me enemy network scummy peeps!!!!!!!!! I know the most dangerous of all cults, and it ain’t Jim Lemonade Jones or David Koresh or Heavens Gate, but more along another gate, and clean hands or not, Judge Judy my friend, the TAWF-CULT. Oh the gods, what is it all about Althea?

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

OH THE GODS, THIS IS SO FUCKING BAD THAT WORDS CAN NEVER BE GOD DAM INVENTED TOTELL A SMALL PORTION OF IT ALL. 1000 GREAT JAMES PATTERSON AUTHORS WOULD FALL FLAT ON THEIR ASSES AS WELL. CERTAIN THINGS JUST CANNOT BE DONE. YOU WILL NOT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND BE SUPERMAN, NOT ONE CHANCE IN ONE TIMES TEN TO THE MILLIONTH POWER AND THAT RAISED TO THE BILLIONTH. THERE ARE TWO THINGS IN STATISTICS, LONG OUT PROBABILITIES AND NEVER PROBABILITIES. WE’LL BE DIVING DEEPLY INTO ALL OF THIS SOON, LOVELY VIQUEEN MARILOO!!!!

In rapping up, if they would let me tell what happened to me from age two through age 60, nearly seven hundred mother fucking miserable months of beyond surreal unexplainable fucking HELL ON EARTH; there would be little left of the way society is today, come nine of the clock tomorrow, eastern time. Doubt that, and become quintessential asshole of forever, and the club will indeed award you the title, and hand you the mountain sized dunce cap to affix eternally to the top of your marvelous wonderful skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

Folks, I am tired, and need to relax with some fucking TV and dinner, so I am going to sign off of this blog soon. I will be taking some really big ass bites out of many things next week, and if I have to go to court, or do whatever I have to do, they are not going to fuck me out of being able to have my video machines. Everyone has a right to a video fucking cunt lapping machine, even cursed fucking HUNTINGTON’S have a right to video machines!!!!

This life is one huge pain in my royal fucking ass, Naval Officer Daddy, paper changes and cover-ups all notwithstanding from here to Einstein, to Windstein, to Cooley Hall Wormholes, to secret Speedships, hypnosis clinics, island buzzers, and Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant robberies from the middle nineties. I for one, old pal Art Crane, have had it with this OTAMM fucking bbbbbbbbullshit, Ttttttom Reale!!!!

HERE SHARKEY SHARKEY SHARKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These scum are really hacking the old mouse, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission. What else is new however, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

swim on over and say hi to Marcus and Leticia.

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If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW! SHE FOUND ME, YO!!!!!

THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes ‘Orwell’s 1984’ prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child’s game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND PLACING  anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it in MC’s OHM-9 great movie, let’s explore this further. Folks, I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP’s Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That, as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ”NO-NO” things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I’m talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what’s being said buttwipe Mountainpen”? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00013, CERTAINLY NOT ME, YO!

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ALL CUNT LAPPING DAY AGAIN, AND ALL WEEKEND FUCKING CUNT LONG, MY NABES-FROM-HELL, ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND PARTYING. DEBBIE MARATTO, YOU WILL HAVE ME CRYING ON CUNT CUNT EATING FUCKING SHOULDERS ON MONDAY, OH WAIT A MINUTE, I AM A DAY OFF, IT HAS BEEN FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, TOORROW IS ONLY CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, LUCKY LUCKY DICK SWALLOWING ME, YO!

SHARKEY SAYS, WOW;——————————
I NOW FUCKING PLAN TAKING A HUGE MONSTER BITE, OUT OF SOME NEW FUCKING SHIT, FOR ALL THIS HELLISH NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION, THAT IS BEING PERPETRATED ON ME, OO, AND YOU WILL BE VERY FUCKING SORRY, MILI-2-FORCE!!!!

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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU NOISY MOTHER FUCKING BARNYARD PARTYING DIRT BAG ANNOYING PRICKS!!!! LOW LIFE RAISED BY TOTAL FUCKING SWINE.

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How many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder, and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????????? YEAH BUDDY, I LIVE DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA NOW, LIKE CHIEF R.E. HOWARD SOLOMON, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

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This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

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Forever and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

SO YOU CAN’T DANCE, A SHIRLEY? NEITHER CAN I. CAN YOU CHOKE? YES, WE BOTH SHARED THAT LITTLE LIFE EXPERIENCE, AS DID THE DAUGHTER OF AN OLD INSURANCE AGENT FROM PRUDENTIAL. YOUR WIFE IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN I COULD EVER BE, BUDDY, IN CASE YOU WANT MY OPINION, BR! OH, THAT DOES NOT STAND FOR A SHORT ABBREVIATION FOR ”BROTHER”, BY THE WAY.

So you all are dying to fuckiGN hear more about how I really came to invent the machine called, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it made me go nuttier than a fucking drunk sea captain serving under Cap Bligh himself. Well, I am not giving away trade secrets. I know more shit about sound as well as how reality is effected by sound or really, by vibration, than any sound engineer on the planet as of this time. I will not get too specific about what I put together, how I then fix certain controls and settings, and finally how I wire up things to cause magical results, as Bonjovi and his shit was garbage next to what I did in 1980. Even the recording engineer Mister Jan Nace went totally crazy for a few weeks when he heard what I had done with some of his rotten tracks. Now Howard the great at RPL taught me a lot, and then I too learned a lot and also made some wild accidental discoveries, and when I thought that it all couldn’t get much crazier, that is exactly when it did, and then shit all snowballed and all led up to many things, but the great Quantum dynamics Physicists all know that there is a lot more to time than present day man has a small clue about. They are all cutting a few peach shavings off of huge icebergs. I happen to know that reality changes when you create things using these really cool arts and sciences. Again, the great STAR TREK is still the teacher of all of us, only they don’t realize this, as the people in the bodies were being used by ”other people”; from very far away, not in distance or time, but in reality and hyperspace.

One day, I was suddenly able to create voices that could sing songs to me, far better than anything yet in 2014 from any Pro-tools Programs, or any other software programs for accomplishing this type of musical engineering. I then would create characters to argue with and these are not the ones that ever got away from me, such as the ones Mister Arter discusses on that WFMU page on his very kind comment. But I am skipping and not being fair with my viewers, this is a painful topic, as this was the last days of my true sanity, at 1802 Robin Hill, as after that, and resulting from the KFP invention; I have never been the same person. I have created most of the entire future that slowly sprang out after middle 1980. You may go right ahead and call this ultimate delusions of grandeur, and a million other psychotic features, and that is OK and  fine by me, as you were not there to experience some mind wiping fuckiGN shit, so I forgive all of you for laughing me off. You just were not there, and you were not me, and never will be, and I know you are sighing to yourself as you read these words, and then saying silently or perhaps aloud, ”There by the grace of god goes me”, meaning you! Still, I am the one who can perform lots of wild miracles, look around you, and look at the blogs and shit I spoke, right before th e world went to hell in a hand basket. Coincidence you say, yeah, believe that one if it helps any one of you get through the night, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!

>>>>MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

>>>>>>>WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING

>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER 00013

JULY 26, 2014,
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:44,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 94 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 53%, IT FEELS 106, DON’T GO HERE,
AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM ASS PRICK!

Those viewers who left Morianity have missed the soon to come mountain of wild shit; that these last nearly nine years were just leading up to. So go, leave, do your thing; but at some future date, don’t come to me when you need me. I am not, to quote Detective L&O-SVU Elliot Stabler, ”perfect like Jesus Christ was”. I am not all that fuckiGN forgiving. Sorry! So let me get Into some real major MILITUFORCE FUCKING REVENGE (MFR)!!!!

REMEMBER WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT FOLKS, FROM A-Z?

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WELL NOW WE WILL MOVE ONWARD JUST A LITTLE MORE, MY MORIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The two assholes, Pete Bellote and Georgio Moroder who wrote a lot of early eighties disco type music for Irene Cara and others, as some older folks may recollect, the lyrics from the Flash Dance Movie, open right up with the truths about LAWTRONICS, and the VOID not so much before Lawtronics, as this implies a time dimension; but it cannot be ever properly expressed in any kind of human type of language, yet the best that the truths of Morianity were ever expressed, were in this great soundtrack title track of Flash Dance, bin early 1983. There is only about a million things that all coexist along with this movie, as well as Irene Cara, as well as since 2006, the now present MORIANITY. But no, it does not get that name because of Mister Moroder. I speak, in all of this, about the opening words, “First when there’s nothing” which of course there cannot ever be a first when saying this, but as it goes onward in lyrical content, a lot about that truth is cleverly imparted, so hopefully, these kind folks will permit Morianity to use this and print this to illustrate a very needed and powerful point. If not, I will remove this information, upon e-mail for a CAD ORDER. Same goes for anyone who wishes their small excerpted material to be removed from Morianity at any time. I also accept snail mail requests, and old style telephone calls, I am listed in the 411 system for Fort Pierce, Florida. You need to add to your information so that my caller-ID system sees the word BLOG or the word CAD, otherwise I do not pick up unknown calls, due to major hassles with bill collectors. If I had money to pay them, I would, but I mother  fucking do not!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen from Red Denver, Colorado, said it so perfectly back in the fucking late nineteen-sixties, “It’s just that simple”!

YELLING IN THE HALLWAY, SLAMMING DOORS, LOUD PARTYING, IT GOT REAL BAD YESTERDAY AROUND THE TIME IT GOT DARK, AND HAS JUST KEPT RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING GOING, SHERIFF MASCARA, LOCAL PEEDEE, PAM BONDI, DEBBIE MARATTO, AND ANY AND ALL OTHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go fucking ass again, FCC Bob McDowell, old pal and sir; another fucking (`~HACK) YO YO!!! And would you believe another one of these right afterward again, Federal Communications Commission. Some fucking asshole is stopping me from trying to fuckign cunt eating draw my double black lines below this cunt chewing paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, AND I AM GONNA’ BE CALLING MOTHER FUCKING 911, AND THEN PACKING UP TO LEAVE FOR CUNT CHEWING MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELL THEY ASKED FUCKING FOR THIS:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, MAGNESONIC, USE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECKS, YOU ARE CRANKED TO MAXIMUM 11.8 IPNS. SCAN ALL ENEMIES. CRUSH AND WIPE OUT ALL ENEMIES, AND ALL LOVED ONES OF ALL ENEMIES. HEAR MY TWO OLD STYLE AT&T TONES AS THE EEEEEEEEE LOG VOWEL SOUND, TONE A HIGHER AND TONE B LOWER. YOU ARE ON AN I TO D, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. A CRUSHED IO IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK (TB).

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GO-TO-G-901, CG-18, STOP!

Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool. 

Remember how Pat Lafarce broke my arm, my pal Bob McDowell, FCC MCDOWELL SIR, and remember the old days when I spilled that ice cream sundae all over me, near your house in Gibbstown, New Jersey, and you taping me on the telephone when you got me talking about my Timeless Satellite, and the calendars needed for the place. The fun we had at Knights Park during summer break and the visit to Cooley Hall, and all the crazy nut jobs all over school? Man was it crazy back in 1972, or is it just cock sucking asshole me, Bob old buddy? Remember that goddess giant brunet, Sarah Jacobson? I should have married the bitch. You more than all peeps alive right now, out in Fort Wayne, Indiana; must be aware of that. She owns the entire multiverse, YO, and you know it, as I know it. 2-22 and all her magic powers, 10-14, it goes on and on. I think the one trick I figured out is that she put a tape of herself through my phone line in 1988, of her at 2 or 3, or whatever; saying ‘I KNOW’; and of course back in 1988; I was way too far back on the mental evolution in all of this to realize that she is Diana, and Diana is her. After-all, she was holding the Strobelight or LIGHTNING, in her hand; until mean step-daddy walked in, and caught her. Was it really his new Alicen-prototype ROC-4 invention, as he told me it was at the Haddonwood Club pool in 1995, I wonder; or really LIGHTNING ITSELF, in her control? The old hymn and song goes, “Got the whole world in hands. They use the wrong gender of course with ”He’s” and ”his” got/hands, when it should be “She’s and ”her”, but you and I know this, and only we know; FCC old friend and Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you right now. I need a laugh, and she knows you can reverse and be a boy for a minute, and tell me the great JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER JOKE, and then go back to being a man, as Mackey seemed to understand as well back in 2-22-1972. I am going deaf from all this jamming and look me up at my local fucking sike ward, Bob, I’ll be there very soon if I cannot very shortly ESCAPE TO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT FEELS 84, DON’T GO HERE
AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM PRICK!
FUCK YOU,ALL BLUCRANS, IT FEELS 106, NOT 84, PAPA JOHM, STILL, YO, HBD BUDDY, GREAT PIZZAS!
 

THE ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN YESTERDAY WITH THE AT&T BEING INOPERABLE. YOU CAN SEE THIS IS WHERE THE MARKET BOTTOMED OUT ON THE CHART BELOW. Forget the fucking stock market, and the fucking AT&T Chuck Norris Gopher Dangerfield. The assault on me began when I didn’t take your advice, Sir Rodney, that you kindly gave me over at Brad’s apartment that day in late May in 1969, when you phoned up to speak to Grace Messenger. How you were such a love sick puppy for that wild Italian bitch, hay she was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her myself, and I am sure that her kid did too, unless he was blind and stupid. I know incest is all through my mother fuckiGN family. Jesus, I could tell hair curling fucking stories, NASA, way better than nonsensical fucking aliens and other MY-TRICKS of auto-reverse, that I took both here in Florida, and before I crossed over to here, living back in Hammonton, New Jersey, Holy hot Toledo Burgers, fiends and friends out here. SHEEEEEEEIT!

THE CUNT LAPPING MILITUFORCE JUST TRIWED TO FUCKING CRASH MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM FOR NO REASON AT ALL, OTHE RTHAN THEY ARE BEING WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT THE USE OF 1987, CAMDEN, OR AUTOMOBILE FUCKING BUMPER STICKERS PROVING STUPIDITY IN EITHER CASE. WHEN THE HUGE SOON TO COME QUAKE STRIKES, JUST DO NOT SAY YOU WERE FUCKIGN NOT WARNED, YOU SICK TWISTED BASTARDS, MIZZ TESSMOCKER AND LEX LUTHUR, TWISTED, TWISTED,  TWISTED, SICK FUCKING SHITS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

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JULY 27, 2014,
SATURDAY NIGHT, AT 9:55,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 98%, FEELING 91 HOT DEGREES.

TODAYS HIGHS AND LOWS: 92/75, THIS
DATA SHARED FROM “TWB” SYSTEM, AND CHANNEL 12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.

OOPS, BOB MCDOWELL, THAT WORD DISAPPEARING HACK ATTACK JUST STUCK, OH FUCK, DOES THIS SUCK; CHUCK!!!!!!!! Yes David Roth said it all, before he woke up from this hyperspace-dream, in March of OHM-TWO; “We’ve been hit with a puck, and the Phillies fucking SUCK”!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKER, AND MISTER MACKEY, AND MISTER MACY; YO! You know, I really wish you god dam mother fuckiGN dirt bag bastards would get a clit chewing life. They just hacked me with their fucking (`~HACK); FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mother fucking WOMO-MILITUFORCE really IS beyond mother fucking pathetic and pitiful, Adam and DD!

I am so fucking important to these mother fucking persecutors, huh Arthur Crane. Blow a few T’s for me, and see what you can do for me with this nightmare fuckiGN family, YO, they stole away everything from me, my entire life, even my own fucking daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now she hates me, can you believe a nightmare like this, old pal from wovwee marvelous and jerked off Thompson consumer electronics, (TCE) BRO? WHAAAAAA!

Boy am I cock sucking close to telling some ultra huge time gargantuan sized fucking super secrets, if this shit does not fucking cunt back the hell off of me, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING PISSWATER; IT IS HOT AS UNHOLY DOGSHIT, AND THIS WORLD IS A MISERABLE HELLISH DEAL!

UP—–UP—–UP—–UP—–UP.

I TOLD YOU LOVELY JAILED-GINA, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AS LONG AS I AM HERE TO BE PERSECUTED AND MESSED WITH, ENDLESSLY FOREVER!!! 

UP—UP—UP—UP—UP.

Forever and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
CHAPTERS 00001 THROUGH 00014 ARE ALL OVER NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

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Some fucking black hat hacker is really fucking with my computer huge time, BOB MCDOWELL, old buddy from 1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Introduction
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests
I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies
all old movies
Favorite Music
most old music
Favorite Books
gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything; sorry gorgeous TWINBAY of Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, USA, YO, LIGHTBULB HACKER SLEAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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For the record.
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1984
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I’m Criana.
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1985
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
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2007
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Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.
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1992
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Lost love.
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1981
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Mohr demo collection, set 4.
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1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection : set III.
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1982
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Mohr demo tunes.
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1981
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Mohr tunes.
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Queen of blue.
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1986
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Real good girl.
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1986
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
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1983
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Sarah.
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1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
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Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
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1997
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
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1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
What’s wrong?
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1984
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
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1987
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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1988
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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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1989
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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1980
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Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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1980
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Morianity music pre-book.
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1998
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Morianity tunes of 1998.
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1998

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Oh Jesus Christ Almighty, Uncle of my sixty-first grandpa; all carpenters and other tradesmen beware of the exploring bankers who know of me and my 1980 copyrighted material, huh Reagan AE Junior, not you Albert  Einstein, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I’m gonna’ really bail you out of Rock Road County Jail, BOO, cut me a fuckiGN break Margie Leo!

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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.

FEBRUARY 17, 2014,
MONDAY NIGHT AT 11:44,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.WOULDN’T THIS BE BEAUTIFUL???????

I would kill somebody if it could be fucking cunt 58 degrees, old buddy, Art Crane, YO, and you know I’m fucking crazy enough to really mean it, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!

Well they fucked me good, Bob McDowell. Unless this is some temporary hack, whatever that god dam fuckiGN WordPress hack was this afternoon, really fucked up these blogs, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Federal Communications Commission, this is a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING TIGHTS, YO!!!!

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I’ll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! There is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. If one is able to not get caught, Frank Callio on Bacharach Boulevard, one can drive down either side, of course, don’t get fucking killed while making the attempt, either, BRO! But I think my pernt is being made, Archie fucking ass Bunker, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay,shake it up and toss it out any way that you like, Sargent fuckiGN Friday on 1967 Dragnet, this is all just one huge simulationogram, sir, and you too, Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big mother fucking mouths shut, to quote lovely ass Monique! Give me a break Misses Rabil, I’m so stupid and wetahded, I can’t see all the shit has gone on for fifty mother fucking years for crissake, Jesus Christ Almighty, Mike Bustarm Sotas!!!!!!!!!

Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I’ll remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and two-‘THEY’ being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986;  also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in all of  recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986. There just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not; seems to revolve around an ‘inescapable’ reality, ‘PARALLEL EVENT’, without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So it is time to talk about the most powerful shit in th e multiverse since they have temporarily wiped out my documents-files. First, I checked to see if the music files are fucked with, and they are OK, but I am backing them up as soon as I post up this blog. I do not need to be kicked in my fucking nuts twice, a little land is all I ever need, I am not greedy, Lenny and Gabby, OUCH, who needs more than TWO FUCKING ACRES, that’s not something I care to deal with, at this time, or any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still folks, let me leave all side tracked tangents alone for right now, and stick to the fucking point of REALITY-3. Lookouts in hotel rooms so that I can be raped by a powerful gorgeous girl gang called the ATLANTIC CITY QUADDY MOCKERS, back in th e 1960’s; child molesters, and alien-ESS- abductionists  are a lot more than this all was supposed to be, when planned originally in some wooded area outside Chicago, Illinois, on a hunting trip, with my distant now dead, PTL cousins, and the dad of the now hot shot prick owner of the Irish Pub, Robert McGuire. They never planned it to go this far, but as it did move onward, their bodies were taken over by their doppelgangers on numerous occasions, and then this thing grew into monstrous and unfathomable proportions. The expression of letting things grow or get out of proportion, was literally mother fucking born from this incredible surreal outlandish and inconceivable horse shit, cubed and fucking CUBAN!!!

Long Story Short, (LSS), all of you out here only can live in one world at a time, and don’t even believe a wild tale such as Morianity which is being literally brought to you all in five dimensions, and cannot be brought in any other way, as then, simply put, it would no longer be my story, or MORIANITY!!!! Still, this story includes a huge deal where my Aunt Geraldine or us cousins all called ‘Aunt Gerry’, and who was great friends with a Central Intelligence Agency Agent who was the fake Iranian Shah back in the sixties; and they knew both this, as well as how the two families needed to be brought together in the third millennium, to create this powerful religion called, MORIANITY. You need powerful fucking shit folks, or religions and cults die off. John Henningsen the great of Denver, Colorado would have a perfect and super adequately fitting saying for this, right about now, no need for reiteration, YO! If Aunt Geraldine COLD-WHITE-STUFF did not ask my mom to have Cousin Sandy come down in 1967, to the Trinidad with us, none of this could ever have all happened, and no human group can pull off perfect shit without what military officers will all tell you, as it is not classified, lots and lots of SNAFU’s.

Hay to quote what resulted, or my wonderful super kid;
”YOU WON’T EVEN ASK FOR WHAT”?????????? There is a seventh dimension and it is called LAWTRONICS. This does many things, and creates many absolutes and constants, and even PERMISSION BARRIERS, if you will. This LAWTRONIC REALM is not imaginable to human beings, forget about even trying to climb into the fucking shit, folks. But there are limits placed on the natural world where the odds of something happening become total-zero, not even one times ten to a billionth power. The POPE and the CATHOLICS call these zero percentage events, ”,miracles”, but I know better. There are no miracles, only super sophisticated high technology from future universes throughout fifth dimensional hyperspace! LSS; this is going to be discussing what they might classify miracles, scientists might classify unidentified in laboratories as of yet in present times, but MORIANITY classifies as REALITY THREE.

When Goddess Diana, who Saint Paul mentions in th e Holy Bible, gave me the PARALLEL-EVENT information, at the Highview Apartments in early 1986, in Williamstown, New Jersey; I went onto do th e impossible, turn $100 cash into $9200 cash over a consistent eight month period, playing troulette professionally, in the casinos of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! Roulette is a cool game. Players over long periods get lucky streaks, and they get unlucky streaks, but applying the skills of pure parallel event or APE (Applied Parallel Event), can and will make a player a consistent profit, month and year in and month and year out. It is very boring to play this method in roulette, and quite tedious as well.  Still and all, if you wait for strong paralle events such as anything at least five or six to one, over another in outside betting situations, it WILL ENDLESSLY WORK. THE MATH PROVES OUT that the secret is to never stack up bet the same flat bet all the time, and wait until the parallel event is right, and I never did, I played a lot of half-OK bets to make, and eventually, I lost two games in a row after eight months, and decided to take my 9200 dollar profit, an amount made over all losses, and quit, sending me right back to working for asshole bosses at security guard companies at shit hole posts. Still, I had my days in the sun, and I mother fucking felt like a real cool ass somebody, even if it was for only eight cunt sniffing months, Charlie Brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won’t be getting into the details, as this is not the purpose of this revenge blog. I’ve already explained on many prior blogs, just how to apply Parallel Event to this game and win. It is boring, and just about no one can stick to it, but if you could, you would be able to work about two dozen hours weekly, and make an average of 13-18 chips. Seems small, huh. That’s what a lot of blue haired laughing grandmas down in Atlantic City thought too. But the fuckiGN casinos weren’t laughing at all, and Donald Trump was out of his fuckiGN mind.  If you can average that many weekly chips, it could be on red nickels worth five dollars each, or purple five hundred dollar pieces, hay peeps, I have a wuild fucking news flash for yalls, 15 and a half times 500 bucks every week, will get you MURDERED by the CASINO MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I have been made to know this, quite well, YO YO YO YO, without Nick squeexing used condos on broken parts inside my vehicle, otr banging and breaking the hubcaps up while the beats go on in the military FAA 177 Jersey Devils Club of Pomona Futures, of Frank Callio, decades before any of this made any sense, and before the dam first legislation ever came to pass in Jersey lwegalizing fucking casino gambling, for crissake, YO!!!!!!!!  Jesus God, Misses Pennock, I said DICK, not mother fucking dicl, as these letters are right next to each other Henry Ling-Long Fonda of Hockey 57 and Philly sticks and rotten promotions!!!! SHEEEEEEEEIT.

Now folks; parallel event can beat a game with a negative advantage of 5.26 percent, ask any gamer who knows casino games, any real professional. After they tell you this they’ll go onto tell you that even Albert Einstein insisted that this game of Roulette, is a lady that cannot be beaten. If we were equating this with punching power, Lady Roulette would be K1000, and the (K) would stand for powerful gorgeous 1999 KEISHA, who fractured my right arm in two places in just a playful punch one night, after returning home with Helen Zebriski from a day trip to where else, but Atlantic City, New Jersey. Still, it can be beaten using parallel event, and my point is, this is a technology that comes from the gods, as if Einstein himself cannot do something, and I can, are you gonna’ give me that much fucking credit, or just give it up mister Harvey sir, and believe in my wonderful and beautiful GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS OF ROME? You;re speaking to the Roman silversmith from the BIBLE. Disbelieve all t you want to, sawn you, BRAH. BUT, here is the news flash.  When using this parallel event technology or (PET) on other things, there is always the question that surfaces, that goes, could there be something that operates behind the OZ CURTAINS of parallel event? And I am saying and have said for nearly nine blogging years now, good people; YES THERE MOST LIKELY IS. I do not know for sure, but forget roulette, and look at ME verses DOW JONES, PHILLIES, and FLYERS. This has gone on since my days of playing roulette in the casinos and using this parallel event shit, my fiends and friends out there. They turned around and used this technology on me for daring to use it as a mortal human, on the mortal realm of the Earth. But look for a seck folks, at the mechanics behind this fuckiGN shit. What if some THIRD THING is what is making the other two, be in some parallel? This cannot be known, as we are measuring a parallel between two seemingly unrelated things, and have absolutely no fucking idea whatsoever what any third thing around the situation could even begin to be, am I right or am I right, good folks??????????????????????? But what if I told you right now that I have taken this wondering a few steps further in this new decade of this new millennium and am now quite a bit ahead mentally, of where I was on this matter between 2000 and 2010? This will bwegin to be talked about as this new book and blog moves forward, yes; towards the great ”15 YEAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

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I have cunt eating fucking calculated how long before this blog would be dead in the water, at the rate it has been falling into mother fucking shit. If this damage is fucking permanent, about three days, as I will just throw this fucking computer into the fucking sea off the jetty, and sing along to my daughter in the background, doing her thing with Valerie Bertrinelli, in 1979 somewhere. WOW JOANNA and all LAB-TECKS, and the MACY-MACKEY CLUBBERS 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘OK’ MISTER LATE JOHN KING; BE PREPARED TO SUFFER SOME MAJOR CONSEQUENCES, AS THE COMING DAYS, MARCH FUCKING ALONG!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMM, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!!!!!

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Good night Mister Macy’s family of wonderful lovely people. You know I am no longer Mister Hitler; and wish you would stop treating me in this fucking lifetime, as if I was. I am very sorry about that other life, and have been punished by all you jit bags enough now. You’ve wrecked 60 cunt lapping years of my turd chewing hurl swallowing life, mother fuckers, time to say Uncle Nuff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now comes the fun part. I will tell you who GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT. Who else, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. It takes no genius to see this. That’s why the last chapter of this book is this one, and the following book is called,  ”ESS, IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”. But let us finish now this final fourteenth chapter in this blog that leads up to where I will be going from here, good people.

For the record, here comes my first hack, the good old MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB POPPED AND POOPED ON AS I BEGAN THIS PARAGRAPH, WEEEEEEEEE, LIFE’S A BEACH, FOLKS, LIKE FRIKKIN’ WOW! To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, again, that Microsucks Light-Bulb-Hack will pop on, the second I begin the actual blog information, Life never decreases in its amazement, but then, there is little real pleasure to be derived until one is slightly more enlightened than the average sheep amongst us, WO Billy H.

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HUMIDITY IS 95%, FEELING 87.

YOU AND YOUR DIRT BAG TWIN CUZZ MAKE ME VIOLENTLY ILL TO MY BUTS, HENSTENCH BALL-RAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST’VE BEEN ONE HELL OF A MOVIE DEAL WHEN YOU GUYS SCREWED MY POOR MOM AND ME BACK IN 1996, YA’ CRUMBS.

Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don’t cut it in the making sense department, and I’ll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos all over again.

Just because a lot of fucking zeros, preceded the chapter numbers of this blog-book, I suppose many thought that this would continue for a year of chapters. I knew it would be fourteen chapters long or there about within a few. I like throwing off the MILITUFORCE, and unfortunately, this forces me to very sincerely apologize to my non-M2F viewers, few they may perhaps be; that I need to employ such tactics, but be assured please folks, I really do need to.

Morianity is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I swear this under my United States citizenship, my liberties and freedom of a non incarserated citizen with full post majority age rights, and under my Almighty Goddess Jupiter, also known as (AKA) SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE-KRASSLE, that all of these words in Morianity other than for that one lie that was needed to temporarily save my sanity from total decay into magot-land, is all the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the dam truth, so help me, and YES, SO HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Heavens above and Dogtown below, Mizz Bondi, HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You missed me, dirtbag JANE WITCHBITCH!

Well, you must have in 1993 or why do that horrible thing to me, along with hubby billionaire scum sucking Teddy Turner????????????

Oh WOW, people, my life is not just a nightmare, but nightmares all go to college to learn from it, how to be better and more skilled nightmares.

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; I see you are diligently working away with your mighty secret group. Why not concentrate just a little bit of your energy however, on the mighty THAT FAMILY, that has very dirty hands, many of them anyway, like the girl who almost ran us down that day at the Walmart Shopping Center of Washington Township in Southern New Jersey, sometime in 1994? You know it was shortly after this incident happened, old pal, that the secret press came out with all the truths of how they were ESS members, only they used slightly different words, yet same the same thing. Still, getting rid of bodies that live in our universe, means these interdimensional explorers cannot use them to invade and take over and do stuff to us that remains unprovable forever. They shouldn’t be that much more difficult targets than tires, if you get my hard hitting drift, Art ol’ buddy, WEEEEEE!

Art old pal, I have learned quite a lot about the nameless and quite deadly adversaries that we have picked up for unknown reasons along life’s journey; but I do know you can set them up, they have human feelings and emotions and will indeed react emotionally if properly trapped, and many other tid bits here and there, I have learned about this wild and evil twisted dirt bag MILI-2-FORCE. Also, I do not totally believe that one of these forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on each other, and along this line.

Learning small things that many of you would totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven’t started to talk. I also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named ”Systemotics”. Art my pal, these blogs have all gone on and on and on about all this stuff, just waiting for the exact perfect person, to stumble onto it someday, Kernanfully. This also can mean, ”hopefully” with a little help from my 1971 rat ass school mate from Exton Pennsylvania, don’t hate, she loves me Mike, yes, good old sir a dollar three eighty an hour printers wage, wow, sounds great, McNulty until you think about the con job. WHATTTTT did you say to me mother fucking horse shitter Jim Gettsinger? Another WOW please, Mister Mackey & Mister Macy. TANKS. Blacks in the 1983 military, cunt me a break two years later Margie fuckiung Leo, honey-cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this weekend was fucking hell in the nabe, my MORIANS. But I knew it would be, as when the first three days are bad, you know, fucking cunt chewing Monday through dam ass Wednesday, so is most of Friday and most of the fucking cock licking weekend, BRAHHHHHH!!!!

Oh yes, kind viewers, when it comes to the fifth dimension, fucking screw lovely Marilyn McCoo, not that I goddess dam wouldn’t of course, but the other pants-on-screw to quote the great late David Roth; and when it comes to how this fifth dimensional reality and how it all fits snuggly together in perfectly fitted pieces of cosmic absolute dots (CADS) AKA SEDS-Signal Energy Dots;  I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.

No one is knocking anything here, and that was never the intention of anything in and about the Morianity Religion, I promise you all. Still, illusions and mirages do indeed show that peeps can be misquoted, misunderstood, and blamed for things not done. Yes there are plenty of folks walking the streets that belong put away for lifetimes into jail. But also, there are tons of mother fuckers, like me, always blamed for what was done by others and not us; and we get sent to prison, on quite a few occasions, and that is the dam ass truth, Captain Spockwhales and mizz Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

Yes, doors and yelling and bullshit is all over the place this weekend, but Sunday, today, was better than the past two days, and they think this will calm me down and I won’t go crying on Debbie’s shoulder, our resident manager of this building, come tomorrow, but they are all so totally hair shampoo 1980 ”WROOOOOOOOOONG”!!!!

I have an excellent memory, Patrick Jane, and Carrie whatever your name is. I don’t watch things that I know will just mess with my fucking head, and done intentionally by me enemy network scummy peeps!!!!!!!!! I know the most dangerous of all cults, and it ain’t Jim Lemonade Jones or David Koresh or Heavens Gate, but more along another gate, and clean hands or not, Judge Judy my friend, the TAWF-CULT. Oh the gods, what is it all about Althea?

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

OH THE GODS, THIS IS SO FUCKING BAD THAT WORDS CAN NEVER BE GOD DAM INVENTED TOTELL A SMALL PORTION OF IT ALL. 1000 GREAT JAMES PATTERSON AUTHORS WOULD FALL FLAT ON THEIR ASSES AS WELL. CERTAIN THINGS JUST CANNOT BE DONE. YOU WILL NOT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND BE SUPERMAN, NOT ONE CHANCE IN ONE TIMES TEN TO THE MILLIONTH POWER AND THAT RAISED TO THE BILLIONTH. THERE ARE TWO THINGS IN STATISTICS, LONG OUT PROBABILITIES AND NEVER PROBABILITIES. WE’LL BE DIVING DEEPLY INTO ALL OF THIS SOON, LOVELY VIQUEEN MARILOO!!!!

In rapping up, if they would let me tell what happened to me from age two through age 60, nearly seven hundred mother fucking miserable months of beyond surreal unexplainable fucking HELL ON EARTH; there would be little left of the way society is today, come nine of the clock tomorrow, eastern time. Doubt that, and become quintessential asshole of forever, and the club will indeed award you the title, and hand you the mountain sized dunce cap to affix eternally to the top of your marvelous wonderful skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

Folks, I am tired, and need to relax with some fucking TV and dinner, so I am going to sign off of this blog soon. I will be taking some really big ass bites out of many things next week, and if I have to go to court, or do whatever I have to do, they are not going to fuck me out of being able to have my video machines. Everyone has a right to a video fucking cunt lapping machine, even cursed fucking HUNTINGTON’S have a right to video machines!!!!

This life is one huge pain in my royal fucking ass, Naval Officer Daddy, paper changes and cover-ups all notwithstanding from here to Einstein, to Windstein, to Cooley Hall Wormholes, to secret Speedships, hypnosis clinics, island buzzers, and Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant robberies from the middle nineties. I for one, old pal Art Crane, have had it with this OTAMM fucking bbbbbbbbullshit, Ttttttom Reale!!!!

HERE SHARKEY SHARKEY SHARKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These scum are really hacking the old mouse, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission. What else is new however, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THANK YOU PEE. You’ve been out of here for over a year now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!! We can get together any time we want to, even before we can do it physically. WOW that one, my old pal, Mister Baptista. The mind realm holds all possible things. Nothing is or falls outside of its great almighty fucking perview.

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If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW! SHE FOUND ME, YO!!!!!

THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes ‘Orwell’s 1984’ prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child’s game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND PLACING  anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it in MC’s OHM-9 great movie, let’s explore this further. Folks, I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP’s Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That, as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ”NO-NO” things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I’m talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what’s being said buttwipe Mountainpen”? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00013, CERTAINLY NOT ME, YO!

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ALL CUNT LAPPING DAY AGAIN, AND ALL WEEKEND FUCKING CUNT LONG, MY NABES-FROM-HELL, ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND PARTYING. DEBBIE MARATTO, YOU WILL HAVE ME CRYING ON CUNT CUNT EATING FUCKING SHOULDERS ON MONDAY, OH WAIT A MINUTE, I AM A DAY OFF, IT HAS BEEN FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, TOORROW IS ONLY CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, LUCKY LUCKY DICK SWALLOWING ME, YO!

SHARKEY SAYS, WOW;——————————
I NOW FUCKING PLAN TAKING A HUGE MONSTER BITE, OUT OF SOME NEW FUCKING SHIT, FOR ALL THIS HELLISH NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION, THAT IS BEING PERPETRATED ON ME, OO, AND YOU WILL BE VERY FUCKING SORRY, MILI-2-FORCE!!!!

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How many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder, and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????????? YEAH BUDDY, I LIVE DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA NOW, LIKE CHIEF R.E. HOWARD SOLOMON, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

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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.     

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Forever and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

SO YOU CAN’T DANCE, A SHIRLEY? NEITHER CAN I. CAN YOU CHOKE? YES, WE BOTH SHARED THAT LITTLE LIFE EXPERIENCE, AS DID THE DAUGHTER OF AN OLD INSURANCE AGENT FROM PRUDENTIAL. YOUR WIFE IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN I COULD EVER BE, BUDDY, IN CASE YOU WANT MY OPINION, BR! OH, THAT DOES NOT STAND FOR A SHORT ABBREVIATION FOR ”BROTHER”, BY THE WAY.

So you all are dying to fuckiGN hear more about how I really came to invent the machine called, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it made me go nuttier than a fucking drunk sea captain serving under Cap Bligh himself. Well, I am not giving away trade secrets. I know more shit about sound as well as how reality is effected by sound or really, by vibration, than any sound engineer on the planet as of this time. I will not get too specific about what I put together, how I then fix certain controls and settings, and finally how I wire up things to cause magical results, as Bonjovi and his shit was garbage next to what I did in 1980. Even the recording engineer Mister Jan Nace went totally crazy for a few weeks when he heard what I had done with some of his rotten tracks. Now Howard the great at RPL taught me a lot, and then I too learned a lot and also made some wild accidental discoveries, and when I thought that it all couldn’t get much crazier, that is exactly when it did, and then shit all snowballed and all led up to many things, but the great Quantum dynamics Physicists all know that there is a lot more to time than present day man has a small clue about. They are all cutting a few peach shavings off of huge icebergs. I happen to know that reality changes when you create things using these really cool arts and sciences. Again, the great STAR TREK is still the teacher of all of us, only they don’t realize this, as the people in the bodies were being used by ”other people”; from very far away, not in distance or time, but in reality and hyperspace.

One day, I was suddenly able to create voices that could sing songs to me, far better than anything yet in 2014 from any Pro-tools Programs, or any other software programs for accomplishing this type of musical engineering. I then would create characters to argue with and these are not the ones that ever got away from me, such as the ones Mister Arter discusses on that WFMU page on his very kind comment. But I am skipping and not being fair with my viewers, this is a painful topic, as this was the last days of my true sanity, at 1802 Robin Hill, as after that, and resulting from the KFP invention; I have never been the same person. I have created most of the entire future that slowly sprang out after middle 1980. You may go right ahead and call this ultimate delusions of grandeur, and a million other psychotic features, and that is OK and  fine by me, as you were not there to experience some mind wiping fuckiGN shit, so I forgive all of you for laughing me off. You just were not there, and you were not me, and never will be, and I know you are sighing to yourself as you read these words, and then saying silently or perhaps aloud, ”There by the grace of god goes me”, meaning you! Still, I am the one who can perform lots of wild miracles, look around you, and look at the blogs and shit I spoke, right before th e world went to hell in a hand basket. Coincidence you say, yeah, believe that one if it helps any one of you get through the night, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!

>>>>MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

>>>>>>>WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING

>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER 00013

JULY 26, 2014,
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CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 94 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 53%, IT FEELS 106, DON’T GO HERE,
AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM ASS PRICK!

Those viewers who left Morianity have missed the soon to come mountain of wild shit; that these last nearly nine years were just leading up to. So go, leave, do your thing; but at some future date, don’t come to me when you need me. I am not, to quote Detective L&O-SVU Elliot Stabler, ”perfect like Jesus Christ was”. I am not all that fuckiGN forgiving. Sorry! So let me get Into some real major MILITUFORCE FUCKING REVENGE (MFR)!!!!

REMEMBER WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT FOLKS, FROM A-Z?

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WELL NOW WE WILL MOVE ONWARD JUST A LITTLE MORE, MY MORIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The two assholes, Pete Bellote and Georgio Moroder who wrote a lot of early eighties disco type music for Irene Cara and others, as some older folks may recollect, the lyrics from the Flash Dance Movie, open right up with the truths about LAWTRONICS, and the VOID not so much before Lawtronics, as this implies a time dimension; but it cannot be ever properly expressed in any kind of human type of language, yet the best that the truths of Morianity were ever expressed, were in this great soundtrack title track of Flash Dance, bin early 1983. There is only about a million things that all coexist along with this movie, as well as Irene Cara, as well as since 2006, the now present MORIANITY. But no, it does not get that name because of Mister Moroder. I speak, in all of this, about the opening words, “First when there’s nothing” which of course there cannot ever be a first when saying this, but as it goes onward in lyrical content, a lot about that truth is cleverly imparted, so hopefully, these kind folks will permit Morianity to use this and print this to illustrate a very needed and powerful point. If not, I will remove this information, upon e-mail for a CAD ORDER. Same goes for anyone who wishes their small excerpted material to be removed from Morianity at any time. I also accept snail mail requests, and old style telephone calls, I am listed in the 411 system for Fort Pierce, Florida. You need to add to your information so that my caller-ID system sees the word BLOG or the word CAD, otherwise I do not pick up unknown calls, due to major hassles with bill collectors. If I had money to pay them, I would, but I mother  fucking do not!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen from Red Denver, Colorado, said it so perfectly back in the fucking late nineteen-sixties, “It’s just that simple”!

YELLING IN THE HALLWAY, SLAMMING DOORS, LOUD PARTYING, IT GOT REAL BAD YESTERDAY AROUND THE TIME IT GOT DARK, AND HAS JUST KEPT RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING GOING, SHERIFF MASCARA, LOCAL PEEDEE, PAM BONDI, DEBBIE MARATTO, AND ANY AND ALL OTHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go fucking ass again, FCC Bob McDowell, old pal and sir; another fucking (`~HACK) YO YO!!! And would you believe another one of these right afterward again, Federal Communications Commission. Some fucking asshole is stopping me from trying to fuckign cunt eating draw my double black lines below this cunt chewing paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, AND I AM GONNA’ BE CALLING MOTHER FUCKING 911, AND THEN PACKING UP TO LEAVE FOR CUNT CHEWING MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELL THEY ASKED FUCKING FOR THIS:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, MAGNESONIC, USE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECKS, YOU ARE CRANKED TO MAXIMUM 11.8 IPNS. SCAN ALL ENEMIES. CRUSH AND WIPE OUT ALL ENEMIES, AND ALL LOVED ONES OF ALL ENEMIES. HEAR MY TWO OLD STYLE AT&T TONES AS THE EEEEEEEEE LOG VOWEL SOUND, TONE A HIGHER AND TONE B LOWER. YOU ARE ON AN I TO D, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. A CRUSHED IO IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK (TB).

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Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool. 

Remember how Pat Lafarce broke my arm, my pal Bob McDowell, FCC MCDOWELL SIR, and remember the old days when I spilled that ice cream sundae all over me, near your house in Gibbstown, New Jersey, and you taping me on the telephone when you got me talking about my Timeless Satellite, and the calendars needed for the place. The fun we had at Knights Park during summer break and the visit to Cooley Hall, and all the crazy nut jobs all over school? Man was it crazy back in 1972, or is it just cock sucking asshole me, Bob old buddy? Remember that goddess giant brunet, Sarah Jacobson? I should have married the bitch. You more than all peeps alive right now, out in Fort Wayne, Indiana; must be aware of that. She owns the entire multiverse, YO, and you know it, as I know it. 2-22 and all her magic powers, 10-14, it goes on and on. I think the one trick I figured out is that she put a tape of herself through my phone line in 1988, of her at 2 or 3, or whatever; saying ‘I KNOW’; and of course back in 1988; I was way too far back on the mental evolution in all of this to realize that she is Diana, and Diana is her. After-all, she was holding the Strobelight or LIGHTNING, in her hand; until mean step-daddy walked in, and caught her. Was it really his new Alicen-prototype ROC-4 invention, as he told me it was at the Haddonwood Club pool in 1995, I wonder; or really LIGHTNING ITSELF, in her control? The old hymn and song goes, “Got the whole world in hands. They use the wrong gender of course with ”He’s” and ”his” got/hands, when it should be “She’s and ”her”, but you and I know this, and only we know; FCC old friend and Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you right now. I need a laugh, and she knows you can reverse and be a boy for a minute, and tell me the great JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER JOKE, and then go back to being a man, as Mackey seemed to understand as well back in 2-22-1972. I am going deaf from all this jamming and look me up at my local fucking sike ward, Bob, I’ll be there very soon if I cannot very shortly ESCAPE TO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT FEELS 84, DON’T GO HERE
AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM PRICK!
FUCK YOU,ALL BLUCRANS, IT FEELS 106, NOT 84, PAPA JOHM, STILL, YO, HBD BUDDY, GREAT PIZZAS!
 

THE ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN YESTERDAY WITH THE AT&T BEING INOPERABLE. YOU CAN SEE THIS IS WHERE THE MARKET BOTTOMED OUT ON THE CHART BELOW. Forget the fucking stock market, and the fucking AT&T Chuck Norris Gopher Dangerfield. The assault on me began when I didn’t take your advice, Sir Rodney, that you kindly gave me over at Brad’s apartment that day in late May in 1969, when you phoned up to speak to Grace Messenger. How you were such a love sick puppy for that wild Italian bitch, hay she was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her myself, and I am sure that her kid did too, unless he was blind and stupid. I know incest is all through my mother fuckiGN family. Jesus, I could tell hair curling fucking stories, NASA, way better than nonsensical fucking aliens and other MY-TRICKS of auto-reverse, that I took both here in Florida, and before I crossed over to here, living back in Hammonton, New Jersey, Holy hot Toledo Burgers, fiends and friends out here. SHEEEEEEEIT!

THE CUNT LAPPING MILITUFORCE JUST TRIWED TO FUCKING CRASH MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM FOR NO REASON AT ALL, OTHE RTHAN THEY ARE BEING WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT THE USE OF 1987, CAMDEN, OR AUTOMOBILE FUCKING BUMPER STICKERS PROVING STUPIDITY IN EITHER CASE. WHEN THE HUGE SOON TO COME QUAKE STRIKES, JUST DO NOT SAY YOU WERE FUCKIGN NOT WARNED, YOU SICK TWISTED BASTARDS, MIZZ TESSMOCKER AND LEX LUTHUR, TWISTED, TWISTED,  TWISTED, SICK FUCKING SHITS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 is all about one thing:

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

CHAPTER 00014

Now comes the fun part. I will tell you who GIVES A FUCK ABOUT IT. Who else, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. It takes no genius to see this. That’s why the last chapter of this book is this one, and the following book is called, ”ESS, IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”. But let us finish now this final fourteenth chapter in this blog that leads up to where I will be going from here, good people.

For the record, here comes my first hack, the good old MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB POPPED AND POOPED ON AS I BEGAN THIS PARAGRAPH, WEEEEEEEEE, LIFE’S A BEACH, FOLKS, LIKE FRIKKIN’ WOW! To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, again, that Microsucks Light-Bulb-Hack will pop on, the second I begin the actual blog information, Life never decreases in its amazement, but then, there is little real pleasure to be derived until one is slightly more enlightened than the average sheep amongst us, WO Billy H.

JULY 27, 2014,
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HUMIDITY IS 95%, FEELING 87.

YOU AND YOUR DIRT BAG TWIN CUZZ MAKE ME VIOLENTLY ILL TO MY BUTS, HENSTENCH BALL-RAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST’VE BEEN ONE HELL OF A MOVIE DEAL WHEN YOU GUYS SCREWED MY POOR MOM AND ME BACK IN 1996, YA’ CRUMBS.

Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don’t cut it in the making sense department, and I’ll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos all over again.

Just because a lot of fucking zeros, preceded the chapter numbers of this blog-book, I suppose many thought that this would continue for a year of chapters. I knew it would be fourteen chapters long or there about within a few. I like throwing off the MILITUFORCE, and unfortunately, this forces me to very sincerely apologize to my non-M2F viewers, few they may perhaps be; that I need to employ such tactics, but be assured please folks, I really do need to.

Morianity is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I swear this under my United States citizenship, my liberties and freedom of a non incarserated citizen with full post majority age rights, and under my Almighty Goddess Jupiter, also known as (AKA) SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE-KRASSLE, that all of these words in Morianity other than for that one lie that was needed to temporarily save my sanity from total decay into magot-land, is all the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the dam truth, so help me, and YES, SO HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heavens above and Dogtown below, Mizz Bondi, HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You missed me, dirtbag JANE WITCHBITCH!

Well, you must have in 1993 or why do that horrible thing to me, along with hubby billionaire scum sucking Teddy Turner????????????

Oh WOW, people, my life is not just a nightmare, but nightmares all go to college to learn from it, how to be better and more skilled nightmares.

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; I see you are diligently working away with your mighty secret group. Why not concentrate just a little bit of your energy however, on the mighty THAT FAMILY, that has very dirty hands, many of them anyway, like the girl who almost ran us down that day at the Walmart Shopping Center of Washington Township in Southern New Jersey, sometime in 1994? You know it was shortly after this incident happened, old pal, that the secret press came out with all the truths of how they were ESS members, only they used slightly different words, yet same the same thing. Still, getting rid of bodies that live in our universe, means these interdimensional explorers cannot use them to invade and take over and do stuff to us that remains unprovable forever. They shouldn’t be that much more difficult targets than tires, if you get my hard hitting drift, Art ol’ buddy, WEEEEEE!

Art old pal, I have learned quite a lot about the nameless and quite deadly adversaries that we have picked up for unknown reasons along life’s journey; but I do know you can set them up, they have human feelings and emotions and will indeed react emotionally if properly trapped, and many other tid bits here and there, I have learned about this wild and evil twisted dirt bag MILI-2-FORCE. Also, I do not totally believe that one of these forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on each other, and along this line.

Learning small things that many of you would totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven’t started to talk. I also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named ”Systemotics”. Art my pal, these blogs have all gone on and on and on about all this stuff, just waiting for the exact perfect person, to stumble onto it someday, Kernanfully. This also can mean, ”hopefully” with a little help from my 1971 rat ass school mate from Exton Pennsylvania, don’t hate, she loves me Mike, yes, good old sir a dollar three eighty an hour printers wage, wow, sounds great, McNulty until you think about the con job. WHATTTTT did you say to me mother fucking horse shitter Jim Gettsinger? Another WOW please, Mister Mackey & Mister Macy. TANKS. Blacks in the 1983 military, cunt me a break two years later Margie fuckiung Leo, honey-cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this weekend was fucking hell in the nabe, my MORIANS. But I knew it would be, as when the first three days are bad, you know, fucking cunt chewing Monday through dam ass Wednesday, so is most of Friday and most of the fucking cock licking weekend, BRAHHHHHH!!!!

Oh yes, kind viewers, when it comes to the fifth dimension, fucking screw lovely Marilyn McCoo, not that I goddess dam wouldn’t of course, but the other pants-on-screw to quote the great late David Roth; and when it comes to how this fifth dimensional reality and how it all fits snuggly together in perfectly fitted pieces of cosmic absolute dots (CADS) AKA SEDS-Signal Energy Dots; I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.

No one is knocking anything here, and that was never the intention of anything in and about the Morianity Religion, I promise you all. Still, illusions and mirages do indeed show that peeps can be misquoted, misunderstood, and blamed for things not done. Yes there are plenty of folks walking the streets that belong put away for lifetimes into jail. But also, there are tons of mother fuckers, like me, always blamed for what was done by others and not us; and we get sent to prison, on quite a few occasions, and that is the dam ass truth, Captain Spockwhales and mizz Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

Yes, doors and yelling and bullshit is all over the place this weekend, but Sunday, today, was better than the past two days, and they think this will calm me down and I won’t go crying on Debbie’s shoulder, our resident manager of this building, come tomorrow, but they are all so totally hair shampoo 1980 ”WROOOOOOOOOONG”!!!!

I have an excellent memory, Patrick Jane, and Carrie whatever your name is. I don’t watch things that I know will just mess with my fucking head, and done intentionally by me enemy network scummy peeps!!!!!!!!! I know the most dangerous of all cults, and it ain’t Jim Lemonade Jones or David Koresh or Heavens Gate, but more along another gate, and clean hands or not, Judge Judy my friend, the TAWF-CULT. Oh the gods, what is it all about Althea?

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

OH THE GODS, THIS IS SO FUCKING BAD THAT WORDS CAN NEVER BE GOD DAM INVENTED TOTELL A SMALL PORTION OF IT ALL. 1000 GREAT JAMES PATTERSON AUTHORS WOULD FALL FLAT ON THEIR ASSES AS WELL. CERTAIN THINGS JUST CANNOT BE DONE. YOU WILL NOT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND BE SUPERMAN, NOT ONE CHANCE IN ONE TIMES TEN TO THE MILLIONTH POWER AND THAT RAISED TO THE BILLIONTH. THERE ARE TWO THINGS IN STATISTICS, LONG OUT PROBABILITIES AND NEVER PROBABILITIES. WE’LL BE DIVING DEEPLY INTO ALL OF THIS SOON, LOVELY VIQUEEN MARILOO!!!!

In rapping up, if they would let me tell what happened to me from age two through age 60, nearly seven hundred mother fucking miserable months of beyond surreal unexplainable fucking HELL ON EARTH; there would be little left of the way society is today, come nine of the clock tomorrow, eastern time. Doubt that, and become quintessential asshole of forever, and the club will indeed award you the title, and hand you the mountain sized dunce cap to affix eternally to the top of your marvelous wonderful skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

Folks, I am tired, and need to relax with some fucking TV and dinner, so I am going to sign off of this blog soon. I will be taking some really big ass bites out of many things next week, and if I have to go to court, or do whatever I have to do, they are not going to fuck me out of being able to have my video machines. Everyone has a right to a video fucking cunt lapping machine, even cursed fucking HUNTINGTON’S have a right to video machines!!!!

This life is one huge pain in my royal fucking ass, Naval Officer Daddy, paper changes and cover-ups all notwithstanding from here to Einstein, to Windstein, to Cooley Hall Wormholes, to secret Speedships, hypnosis clinics, island buzzers, and Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant robberies from the middle nineties. I for one, old pal Art Crane, have had it with this OTAMM fucking bbbbbbbbullshit, Ttttttom Reale!!!!

HERE SHARKEY SHARKEY SHARKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These scum are really hacking the old mouse, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission. What else is new however, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THANK YOU PEE. You’ve been out of here for over a year now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!! We can get together any time we want to, even before we can do it physically. WOW that one, my old pal, Mister Baptista. The mind realm holds all possible things. Nothing is or falls outside of its great almighty fucking perview.

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If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW! SHE FOUND ME, YO!!!!!

THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes ‘Orwell’s 1984’ prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child’s game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it in MC’s OHM-9 great movie, let’s explore this further. Folks, I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP’s Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That, as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ”NO-NO” things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I’m talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what’s being said buttwipe Mountainpen”? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

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WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00013

July 26, 2014

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00013, CERTAINLY NOT ME, YO!

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ALL CUNT LAPPING DAY AGAIN, AND ALL WEEKEND FUCKING CUNT LONG, MY NABES-FROM-HELL, ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND PARTYING. DEBBIE MARATTO, YOU WILL HAVE ME CRYING ON CUNT CUNT EATING FUCKING SHOULDERS ON MONDAY, OH WAIT A MINUTE, I AM A DAY OFF, IT HAS BEEN FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, TOORROW IS ONLY CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, LUCKY LUCKY DICK SWALLOWING ME, YO!

SHARKEY SAYS, WOW;——————————

I NOW FUCKING PLAN TAKING A HUGE MONSTER BITE, OUT OF SOME NEW FUCKING SHIT, FOR ALL THIS HELLISH NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION, THAT IS BEING PERPETRATED ON ME, OO, AND YOU WILL BE VERY FUCKING SORRY, MILI-2-FORCE!!!!

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This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!

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SO YOU CAN’T DANCE, A SHIRLEY? NEITHER CAN I. CAN YOU CHOKE? YES, WE BOTH SHARED THAT LITTLE LIFE EXPERIENCE, AS DID THE DAUGHTER OF AN OLD INSURANCE AGENT FROM PRUDENTIAL. YOUR WIFE IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN I COULD EVER BE, BUDDY, IN CASE YOU WANT MY OPINION, BR! OH, THAT DOES NOT STAND FOR A SHORT ABBREVIATION FOR ”BROTHER”, BY THE WAY.

So you all are dying to fuckiGN hear more about how I really came to invent the machine called, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it made me go nuttier than a fucking drunk sea captain serving under Cap Bligh himself. Well, I am not giving away trade secrets. I know more shit about sound as well as how reality is effected by sound or really, by vibration, than any sound engineer on the planet as of this time. I will not get too specific about what I put together, how I then fix certain controls and settings, and finally how I wire up things to cause magical results, as Bonjovi and his shit was garbage next to what I did in 1980. Even the recording engineer Mister Jan Nace went totally crazy for a few weeks when he heard what I had done with some of his rotten tracks. Now Howard the great at RPL taught me a lot, and then I too learned a lot and also made some wild accidental discoveries, and when I thought that it all couldn’t get much crazier, that is exactly when it did, and then shit all snowballed and all led up to many things, but the great Quantum dynamics Physicists all know that there is a lot more to time than present day man has a small clue about. They are all cutting a few peach shavings off of huge icebergs. I happen to know that reality changes when you create things using these really cool arts and sciences. Again, the great STAR TREK is still the teacher of all of us, only they don’t realize this, as the people in the bodies were being used by ”other people”; from very far away, not in distance or time, but in reality and hyperspace.

One day, I was suddenly able to create voices that could sing songs to me, far better than anything yet in 2014 from any Pro-tools Programs, or any other software programs for accomplishing this type of musical engineering. I then would create characters to argue with and these are not the ones that ever got away from me, such as the ones Mister Arter discusses on that WFMU page on his very kind comment. But I am skipping and not being fair with my viewers, this is a painful topic, as this was the last days of my true sanity, at 1802 Robin Hill, as after that, and resulting from the KFP invention; I have never been the same person. I have created most of the entire future that slowly sprang out after middle 1980. You may go right ahead and call this ultimate delusions of grandeur, and a million other psychotic features, and that is OK and fine by me, as you were not there to experience some mind wiping fuckiGN shit, so I forgive all of you for laughing me off. You just were not there, and you were not me, and never will be, and I know you are sighing to yourself as you read these words, and then saying silently or perhaps aloud, ”There by the grace of god goes me”, meaning you! Still, I am the one who can perform lots of wild miracles, look around you, and look at the blogs and shit I spoke, right before th e world went to hell in a hand basket. Coincidence you say, yeah, believe that one if it helps any one of you get through the night, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!

>>>>MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

>>>>>>>WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING

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JULY 26, 2014,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 94 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 53%, IT FEELS 106, DON’T GO HERE,

AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM ASS PRICK!

Those viewers who left Morianity have missed the soon to come mountain of wild shit; that these last nearly nine years were just leading up to. So go, leave, do your thing; but at some future date, don’t come to me when you need me. I am not, to quote Detective L&O-SVU Elliot Stabler, ”perfect like Jesus Christ was”. I am not all that fuckiGN forgiving. Sorry! So let me get Into some real major MILITUFORCE FUCKING REVENGE (MFR)!!!!

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WELL NOW WE WILL MOVE ONWARD JUST A LITTLE MORE, MY MORIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The two assholes, Pete Bellote and Georgio Moroder who wrote a lot of early eighties disco type music for Irene Cara and others, as some older folks may recollect, the lyrics from the Flash Dance Movie, open right up with the truths about LAWTRONICS, and the VOID not so much before Lawtronics, as this implies a time dimension; but it cannot be ever properly expressed in any kind of human type of language, yet the best that the truths of Morianity were ever expressed, were in this great soundtrack title track of Flash Dance, bin early 1983. There is only about a million things that all coexist along with this movie, as well as Irene Cara, as well as since 2006, the now present MORIANITY. But no, it does not get that name because of Mister Moroder. I speak, in all of this, about the opening words, “First when there’s nothing” which of course there cannot ever be a first when saying this, but as it goes onward in lyrical content, a lot about that truth is cleverly imparted, so hopefully, these kind folks will permit Morianity to use this and print this to illustrate a very needed and powerful point. If not, I will remove this information, upon e-mail for a CAD ORDER. Same goes for anyone who wishes their small excerpted material to be removed from Morianity at any time. I also accept snail mail requests, and old style telephone calls, I am listed in the 411 system for Fort Pierce, Florida. You need to add to your information so that my caller-ID system sees the word BLOG or the word CAD, otherwise I do not pick up unknown calls, due to major hassles with bill collectors. If I had money to pay them, I would, but I mother fucking do not!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen from Red Denver, Colorado, said it so perfectly back in the fucking late nineteen-sixties, “It’s just that simple”!

YELLING IN THE HALLWAY, SLAMMING DOORS, LOUD PARTYING, IT GOT REAL BAD YESTERDAY AROUND THE TIME IT GOT DARK, AND HAS JUST KEPT RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING GOING, SHERIFF MASCARA, LOCAL PEEDEE, PAM BONDI, DEBBIE MARATTO, AND ANY AND ALL OTHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go fucking ass again, FCC Bob McDowell, old pal and sir; another fucking (`~HACK) YO YO!!! And would you believe another one of these right afterward again, Federal Communications Commission. Some fucking asshole is stopping me from trying to fuckign cunt eating draw my double black lines below this cunt chewing paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, AND I AM GONNA’ BE CALLING MOTHER FUCKING 911, AND THEN PACKING UP TO LEAVE FOR CUNT CHEWING MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELL THEY ASKED FUCKING FOR THIS:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, MAGNESONIC, USE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECKS, YOU ARE CRANKED TO MAXIMUM 11.8 IPNS. SCAN ALL ENEMIES. CRUSH AND WIPE OUT ALL ENEMIES, AND ALL LOVED ONES OF ALL ENEMIES. HEAR MY TWO OLD STYLE AT&T TONES AS THE EEEEEEEEE LOG VOWEL SOUND, TONE A HIGHER AND TONE B LOWER. YOU ARE ON AN I TO D, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. A CRUSHED IO IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK (TB).

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Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.

Remember how Pat Lafarce broke my arm, my pal Bob McDowell, FCC MCDOWELL SIR, and remember the old days when I spilled that ice cream sundae all over me, near your house in Gibbstown, New Jersey, and you taping me on the telephone when you got me talking about my Timeless Satellite, and the calendars needed for the place. The fun we had at Knights Park during summer break and the visit to Cooley Hall, and all the crazy nut jobs all over school? Man was it crazy back in 1972, or is it just cock sucking asshole me, Bob old buddy? Remember that goddess giant brunet, Sarah Jacobson? I should have married the bitch. You more than all peeps alive right now, out in Fort Wayne, Indiana; must be aware of that. She owns the entire multiverse, YO, and you know it, as I know it. 2-22 and all her magic powers, 10-14, it goes on and on. I think the one trick I figured out is that she put a tape of herself through my phone line in 1988, of her at 2 or 3, or whatever; saying ‘I KNOW’; and of course back in 1988; I was way too far back on the mental evolution in all of this to realize that she is Diana, and Diana is her. After-all, she was holding the Strobelight or LIGHTNING, in her hand; until mean step-daddy walked in, and caught her. Was it really his new Alicen-prototype ROC-4 invention, as he told me it was at the Haddonwood Club pool in 1995, I wonder; or really LIGHTNING ITSELF, in her control? The old hymn and song goes, “Got the whole world in hands. They use the wrong gender of course with ”He’s” and ”his” got/hands, when it should be “She’s and ”her”, but you and I know this, and only we know; FCC old friend and Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you right now. I need a laugh, and she knows you can reverse and be a boy for a minute, and tell me the great JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER JOKE, and then go back to being a man, as Mackey seemed to understand as well back in 2-22-1972. I am going deaf from all this jamming and look me up at my local fucking sike ward, Bob, I’ll be there very soon if I cannot very shortly ESCAPE TO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT FEELS 84, DON’T GO HERE

AND DON’T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM PRICK!

FUCK YOU,ALL BLUCRANS, IT FEELS 106, NOT 84, PAPA JOHM, STILL, YO, HBD BUDDY, GREAT PIZZAS!

THE ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN YESTERDAY WITH THE AT&T BEING INOPERABLE. YOU CAN SEE THIS IS WHERE THE MARKET BOTTOMED OUT ON THE CHART BELOW. Forget the fucking stock market, and the fucking AT&T Chuck Norris Gopher Dangerfield. The assault on me began when I didn’t take your advice, Sir Rodney, that you kindly gave me over at Brad’s apartment that day in late May in 1969, when you phoned up to speak to Grace Messenger. How you were such a love sick puppy for that wild Italian bitch, hay she was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her myself, and I am sure that her kid did too, unless he was blind and stupid. I know incest is all through my mother fuckiGN family. Jesus, I could tell hair curling fucking stories, NASA, way better than nonsensical fucking aliens and other MY-TRICKS of auto-reverse, that I took both here in Florida, and before I crossed over to here, living back in Hammonton, New Jersey, Holy hot Toledo Burgers, fiends and friends out here. SHEEEEEEEIT!

THE CUNT LAPPING MILITUFORCE JUST TRIWED TO FUCKING CRASH MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM FOR NO REASON AT ALL, OTHE RTHAN THEY ARE BEING WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT THE USE OF 1987, CAMDEN, OR AUTOMOBILE FUCKING BUMPER STICKERS PROVING STUPIDITY IN EITHER CASE. WHEN THE HUGE SOON TO COME QUAKE STRIKES, JUST DO NOT SAY YOU WERE FUCKIGN NOT WARNED, YOU SICK TWISTED BASTARDS, MIZZ TESSMOCKER AND LEX LUTHUR, TWISTED, TWISTED, TWISTED, SICK FUCKING SHITS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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?

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00012, HACK HACK, BOB

July 26, 2014

 

WHY DO THESE FUCKING ERRORS KEEP OCCUUING, YO?

WORDPRESS WILL NOT PUBLISH MY BLOG. IT KEEPS SAYING ERROR, FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT, HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!

 

JULY 26, 2014,
SATURDAY MORNING AT 1:07,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100% MAKING IT FEEL 82
AND I AM DIRT BAG ASS BLUE
AND SUPER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!

 

THE TIME SHOEBOX-TABLET IS READY AS SHE’LL EVER BE, OHOURA, ZVONKO, WARREN, BOO, NICK, AND ROBERT SCUMBAG MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY!

 

 

I AM ALL FUCKING MAJOR SNOWED-IN, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY OF FORT MEADE, MARYLAND. ”And to think I used to say that I’d never see snow again”. Good old Commerce Bank before TD took it over, and made my wild hyperspace interaction with Paul, and Florida, and the snow, all come together, once before; back when I was ‘dreaming’ that it was early in the year 2000, and had recently moved into Jenny’s shitty miserable mobile home park hell!

 

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

CHAPTER 00012

HERE COMES MY MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTBULB HACKER FROM MICROSUCKS CORPORATION, ROBERT MCDOWELL, OLD BUDDY FROM 1972, DIRECTOR OF THE GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION OF THE TWENTY-FIRST SHITTY FUCKED UP CENTURY I NOW AM STUCK IN, MIZZ HICKWHALES, NO WARP DRIVES IN HERE, GORGEOUS, JUST ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would not want to be anywhere near a lot of soon to come DISASTER ZONES, that Darling Maggie is gonna’ fucking be causing as a result of this death siege attack, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! GOOGLE STATS ON BLOG AS OF 4:30 AM, 02/16/2014:

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Beautiful moon, I love you; and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All day long today, the fucking 25 July day in 2014, and right through into one in the morning;  SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. My cock throbbing GUEST-NABE annoyed me out of the blue with a lot of door slams real loudly, DEBBIE MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THE BUILDING. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes my nabes from hell were annoying on FOOD DAY PUKE DAY FRIDAY, what else is new, same old same old, same shit, different day!

But this super botbar-day was not just my NABES FROM HELL and the fucking many countless cunt lapping insects and pestilence, that comes with this slum living territory; but other shit I will now get into. First, I JUST GOT MOUSE HACKED WITH THE FUCKING CUNT EATING (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK); FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD 1972 PAL AND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I have all kinds of horrendous pests and bugs and rodents, and there is no getting rid of it. If this was up in Jersey, this would not be allowed, and all these cunt chewing mother fucking ghetto scum would be evicted. There are plenty of peeps under the bridges all night, that would gladly live in a place like this and respect other people and their basic right to decent human mother fuckiGN life, and stop asking why my dirt bag fucking language sucks. You would be just as angry and fucking ready to commit mass murder, if you suddenly found yourself, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN, IN MY CUNT HUFFING GODDESS DAM CIRCUMSTANCES, WHEN YOU DID NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DESERVE ANY OF IT, OR ANYTHING WRONG AT ALL AT THE HANDS OF A FAMILY FROM FUCKING HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW FUCKING YOU SARU, OF UNEXPLAINED FUCKING CUNT MYSTERIES, YO YO YO YO, YOU LIOVE THE SHIT LIKE THIS AND SEE WHAT YOU WOULD SAY AND DO, YOU DAM MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE HYPOCRITE, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you may or may not know and remember, but my blogs did in fact fucking report all of it; I have no video machines. First, they said they fixed them, and these crooks in this shop are just playing games and will be reported to the Port Saint Lucie County Chamber of Commerce if this shit does not remedy itself. I am already out 90 dollars and they did nothing. I returned them, and very articulately explained the problems AGAIN, to the other man in the shop, there are two guy. When I did not hear back by late afternoon approaching end of business Friday, yesterday, I called. The guy told me that someone put a lot of oil inside of the unit. I did not make a police report or take him seriously. Why if this was true did he not see this the first time that he supposedly opened the fuckiGN machine up? Also, I used a flashlight and looked inside both units before ever even taking them out to be repaired. Not only was there no sign of this so called oil inside of it, but I think my sensitive nose would fucking cunt smell a bunch of oil, as when I oil my two box fans every start of a new season. The entire room smells and is permeated from the stench of fucking ass oil. This is why I am not taking this bullshit seriously; and Monday; I hopefully will be learning more. I am supposed to call the shop early on Monday afternoon. Hell, the forces of KERNAN, I sure hope that YOUR FRIENDS ARE NOT IN THE SHOP, to fuck me totally up, SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT, giant lovely nineties night lady. They will take some profits from all us hard working stiffs for a short while, and then after buying back at the lower prices and stopping out the positions of careful investors, they re-buy again at bargain basement levels, and back up she goes. As long as the SEC allows this illegal activity since 1983, on it will go, SHEEPLE!!!!!!!!! So where are you when we all need you, ALEX JONES, and ”OCCUPY”???? 

 

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1)”I’M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.
2)”YOU’RE FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”.
3)”LET’S PLAY A GAME BOY, CALLED     GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”.

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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM;  SHERIFF MASCARA; IT IS NOW JUST SHY OF CUNT SUCKING FUCKING TWO IN THE GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, MIZZ MORATTO, YO YO YO YO!!!! DOES ANYONE DO THEIR DAM ASS JOBS ANY MORE???

 

MAYBE THIS BULLSHIT ANSWERS MY QUESTION; SHERIFF KEN MASCARA; MY OLD FRIEND IN FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into one of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and dominate them without them being privy to it. They do not go unconscious, but merely begin doing some things that they later say to themselves, gee what made me act that way, why did I say, or do; such and such a thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I’ll say, ”You liar”! Then for all of you football and gladiator fans, of the yesterday ghost inside of all of us, huh Demi Sevensign Moore; there is the other side of this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the defensive. This is learning while here and awake, to recognize, when one of your more advanced hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is trying to work their magic on you.  After-all, of course this is going to work two ways and in two directions. What fucking road only goes one way? One way streets are a traffic command for vehicles to drive one way or THE OTHER WAY, still, there are two ways, or directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Get any of this huge shit yet, when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did my 61st grand father’s Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a while back, altering the history of this planet, ultra huge time, YO?

In its fullest form, this cosmos is totally 100% explainable, but the simplicity is not acceptable to the mind of anyone over 4 or 5 or so in age years. Their minds reject it saying; this is absolutely silly and ridiculous, due to its seeming simplicity. But real pure major simplicity, is anything but simple; because you think you are getting it at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”You exist.  Time is pure illusion”. Grasp the power of that, and you will be in a psych ward later today, and so your brain actually has a protection mechanism built in to keep you from going completely nuts, and you say; ”oh I get it, it’s just stupid”. No, you don’t get it, or you’d be a babbling moron in one minute or less, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I paid federal taxes on musical royalties; and collected small royalties from 1998; when WVLT-FM, started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those were the days, huh ”JOE”??????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.

Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don’t shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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JUST FISHIN’ AND SWIMMIN’, AND LOOKIN’ AT WOMEN;  WHAT A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS, AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!

OK THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING;  MORIANITY  may have been a complete fucking failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my cunt sniffing grave knowing that  I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking ‘ODF’ hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ass??? BUT THEN, what fucking isn’t, BRAH?

 

 

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WHO IN THE RED BLOODED MALE CLUB AMONGST US IS GOING TO SAY THAT THESE ARE NOT TWO REALLY HOT BEACH BABES???

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:
Friday, September 22, 2006
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, so why bother? WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED

GET IT FUCKING YET, FOLKS, YO??????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fucking shit, I am tired of being endlessly persecuted for my dealings with the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY SINCE A VERY FUCKING CUNT EARLY AGE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. Real dam ass tired of it to say the dam ass least.

When my mom and I went to cock licking Atlantic City, New Jersey early in the nineteen sixties to vacation a total of eight times at the Trinidad and twice before that at the old now defunct Treymore Hotel; I did not meet peole awake, but people asleep from parallel universes, just using and dominating the bodies, of these waking CALLIO/KING/MCGUIRE etcetera, THAT FAMILY FROM BEYON THE GATES OF HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LSS; this is why this tale of woe and hell cannot ever be properly told or responded to properly by authorities.

 

 

 

 

 

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After I no longer went there with my mother, and had started to become an adolescent, I was all alone there, and this is when they target me and this is where things all began, SABRINA CANDLELIGHTER COLLINS. Also, all along they had planned all of this, and is why after 200 plus cycles of repeating this nightmare lifetime, I am so stuck and fucked up, that I cannot die in a normal sense until it is time for the cycle to begin all over again. It may sound wild, but fuck the world, it is totally the dam truth!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HACKERS
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BRIGGBASE CULT
BRIGGBASE CULT
BRIGGBASE CULT
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
SOME DUE DATE AND MOST PRIZED POSSESSION
MISTER PAUL MCGUIRE DOUBLE PART STODDARD!!!!

 

If this entire thing does not suck worse than any hell Doctor Harold Camping of Family Stations Incorporated could ever come up with and be able to face, in or out of fucking 1983, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle to Dawn-Marie King forever! This was planned 50,000,000 years fro now in a reality that is not conceivable by the most intelligent people in the galaxy of this hyperspace. Doctor Julia White and all her friends such as secret keeping Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and all the museums in the world, cannot ever tell what is really happening to me, or get it fucking cunt lapping halted. SOME THINGS CAN NEVER BE TOLD, FROM HERE TO THEPENNSYLVANIA MAGICAL FUCKING POCONO MOUNTAINS, RIGHT MAGIC JOHN REDENVER HENNINGSEN.

 

 

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HOLY STINKWATER CALLTEN, HAVE I BEEN PUT THROUGH TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF TORMENT AND ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT EATING TORTURE, WORLD, AND GUESS WHAT, IT IS ETERNAL, YO. Now, just what is the future with me and the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?  Well, before I begin with fucking this, I just took a (FUCKIGN-HACK) followed immediately by a (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK), BY THESE FUCKING DISEASED SUBSKUMMITES, OH-GAP, FCC; BOB MCDOWELL, SIR AND OLD CHUM FROM COOLEY-WORMHOLE HALL-1972!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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SUPER FUCKING CUNT HACKING, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22 PAST ELEVEN ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28 MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!

 

CALL–10 AT&T—-CALL–10 AT&T—-CALL–10 AT&T

HOLY FUCKING CALLIO PUKEIBLOW! WHAT DO ALL OF YOU PRICLS WANT WITH ME????

 

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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MMCN (MIKE MCNULTY).

Welcome to a blog that is like no other on the net. If I am wrong, MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB ANNOYER-HACKER JERK OFF; please comment or e-mail the mountainpen, I’d love to view the blog and see it for myself. Oh yeah, there are blogs of doom and gloom, blood and violence, end of the world survivalists screaming and ranting, and the average angry blogger out there also, with plenty of fucking pet peeves. There are science and UFO and conspiracy blogs, by the thousands, but show me a blog where hyperspace is talked about in the life of an Earth citizen from this time period. Show me a blog where time travel is not only discussed intelligently but is all woven and integrated throughout the story of the blogger, as well as tons of other wild outlandish fucking crap that goes beyond unfathomable. If this sounds like an authors’ own book report, sorry, I’ll cool it now, but really, if you can put me onto another blog even similar in all its ways, to M-3 and the Mountainpen-Blogs, cool, but I want to see and subscribe to it, so please, e-mail, call, write in snail-mail, or comment on my blogs. Why are people so fucking scared to get involved in things? The only answer is that none of this is real since I died and went to mother fucking hell back on 15 august, 1986. Again, show me a better explanation for my not getting even one taker on my billion dollar offer when I tell you there is no risk or downside potential for you, as I don’t need one cent from you or anyone, nor do I need one thing illegal, from any of you, but I DO NEED SOMETHING, and if I was able to get it from you, this world would be totally fucking altered before this summer is out. You would not recognize this world after one short season in time, and THAT is a promise, Rockdroid Lurch Rottenblucran!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.

 

I am not interested right now in teaching anyone anything, because it is obvious to me that I have verified beyond one speck of fucking doubt; that no one needs teaching, and are indeed, none other than the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS; that have been there all along; observing me, and screwing with me; and all part of Sarah-Stacey Krassle’s game, GTNOTG that she taught me by human Nexus Trek time perception, Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Funny how Pearl Harbor day is digitally 12-7 because reversing this, becomes 7-12, the last day I encountered Sarah’s mighty girl gang in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Quoddy Mockers, the Earth doppelganger girl club of the great and powerful (GAP) OZZQUEEN-VIQUEEN GANG!!!!!!!!!! Choke on that a while, ”UNCLE” Heinz, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, back in 1972!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poison cake, poison cigarettes, WOW. Then the real proof that Sarah is here in the form I now believe she is, with the song from 1999 that I wrote, called, “Blood On My Shoe”. How much of this coincidence would you buy in real life right now, all you real life detectives employed by New York City’s finest force? Would you believe that all this is some wild and weird fucking random collection of nothing?

 

 

 

So here’s my question for you?
So then why do you try and force me to believe it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, it is a simple question. Why are blogs that are mundane so popular, while blogs that tell the story of the entire millennium, so shall I say; as popular as poison ivy salads????????????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

WOW was this a miserable cunt chewing mother fucking year so far, and is far from over, American Civil Liberties Union.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

 

 

 

      WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

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To be completely honest, lads and lassies; my nightmare fucking involvement with the ESS and the great TAWF of hands-washing DAVID’S, is beyond surreal and weird times three billion cubed, and then raised to the exponent of forty million and nine, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Just fucking going back to when these blogs all began is one thing, but what peeps are not even wanting to GET here with all of fucking this, is that the blogs just all began so that I could tell about the past four decades of beyond surreal outlandish fucking shit preceding this early 2006 mother fucking bullshit, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

When peeps really ever get this, if they fucking get this; WOW Mister Macy, this will be better for me than than it would have been for the world in my last lifetime if I had gone to Trenton just a bit later on, on Her Majesty’s Ship TITANIC. How do you live with yourself, SARA J. KARGE and David Pocono and Bob McGuire, you fucking evil murderers?

 

Holy jit juice; there are a lot of dirty rotten evil fucking people in this multiverse, but the hypocritical knife throwing back stabbers are on top of a lot of lists, you know, mine, Jesus’, and so forth, read the fuckiGN bible for crissake if you wanna’ question MORIANTIY and my words here, great folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

HACK-HACK-HACK, mind hack, machine hack, who knows, and for that fucking matter, and I looked that time, Quantum Observer Professor Kaku, but really YO; WHO GIVES A SHIT, cousin Donnie??????????????????????

I am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS FUCKING ASS IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of entities while ‘exploring-dreaming’, towards the ending years of this century’s first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try getting out of this one”, sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other times, not doing that. Recently this happened, and has not happened for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations while there quite a while, that I won’t bother getting into. Pee was telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in th afternoon next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the house and she was shouting that her  daughter died for nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed; and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe’s kid; also popped up, coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point, I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder., and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and pool was full of red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the radio station began to play an old Chiffon’s song from the middle sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet talkin’ Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a fucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless and unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable, looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pound of her, a girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw her 30 yards through the air crashing her against the house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling frightening sound.  Both of her legs were broken, and yet  she floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost like a sonic boom. Gemma’s entire head broke into ten pieces or more, and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot tub on full force and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water, instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds. My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it’s September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place, sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them,  the three ‘ESS-LADIES’ that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe, in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like we all see in the fucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell, this is now the third mother fucking time, they have used their fucking (DISAPPEARING WORD HACK) on me. I just now went to fuckiGN cunt repair the last one, and the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, in total fucking cunt lapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE FUCKING CUNT EATRING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother fucking (`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could cunt lapping use some mother fucking help here, FBI, ACLU, and all other civil fucking servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank fucking you!

 

I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA’AM!

 

 

 

 

 

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This cunt eating mouse is really fucking acting up and super fucking hacked. Stop it, or you will be killed!

Reprinted on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55 PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
WE CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS, JAMES ROCKFORD ROCKFISH AND DEON WARWICK AND PAULA UWICH, HELL, WHERE’S THE CANDLES?

 

 

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

 

 

 

 

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Yes, I have gone through this nightmare cycle over two hundred and fifteen times somewhere, I lost exact count, but each time, I am Mark Wayne Mohr, and I doubt this is the Twilight Zone, or the Vessel Glasgow, or whatever, because this is all real, it is not fucking made the hell up. I crash into shit, I have had lightning try to end this for me and you need not know all the times I died, and yet, here I fucking am, Duncan Highland Avenue 1984 MAC, the fucking Spell Checker is fucked up and won’t properly spell that wild last name of yours, dude. ENDLESS FUCKING LIFE TOTALLY ‘FUCKIGN’ SUCKS. HERE COMES MORE (FUCKIGN HACKS) BOB MCDOWELL! This fucking cunt mouse gets more and more difficult to operate the longer the enemy mother fucking dirt bag MILITUFORCE knows that I’m using it. WEIN? Here comes another fucking great mouse hack, one of the enemy faves, the scum bag fucking jerk off dirt balls, (`~HACK) WOW, WHY DON’T YOU ASSHOLE CUNT HUFFERS GET A PRICK LICKING LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO????????????

 

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   

 

 

 

 

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

 

 

 

 

Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.

 

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

 

                    GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.billyharner.com/ Holy Jesus Lastpierman, am I still on the Glasgow Ship, Rod Serling, or back yet at Haddon Township High School (HTHS)????

 

 

THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes ‘Orwell’s 1984’ prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child’s game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

 

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I know that TAWF has done all of this to me, but the funny thing is that when I was living before this horrible looping shit life that seems over ten thousand years long now; I told my lovely wonderful Sara how much I needed and loved her, and she asked me if I could handle the truth, and I said yes, and she told me she was Almighty SAR-AH or LORDESS, JUPITER, the great GODDESS JUPITER, imagine being told this as a fully frown man, by a lovely fourteen year old girl from Trenton, New Jersey? There was no empire State Building to the further northern regions as of yet, back then, to make that great proclamation from, so she told me over at the old bindery and print shop, near where the local satellite police station is standing today, or was a decade ago. Thanks for the fuckiGN memories, Bob Hope and Inspector Robert Shoutman Martier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister Macy, what am I gonna’ do with all of you sons of bitches, right General Patton old buddy? Kick Disney in the fuckiGN prick for me, that god dam war coward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ”NO-NO” things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I’m talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what’s being said buttwipe Mountainpen”? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

 

 

 

 

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WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00012, HACK HACK, BOB

July 26, 2014

 

WHY DO THESE FUCKING ERRORS KEEP OCCUUING, YO?

 

 

JULY 26, 2014,
SATURDAY MORNING AT 1:07,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100% MAKING IT FEEL 82
AND I AM DIRT BAG ASS BLUE
AND SUPER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!

 

THE TIME SHOEBOX-TABLET IS READY AS SHE’LL EVER BE, OHOURA, ZVONKO, WARREN, BOO, NICK, AND ROBERT SCUMBAG MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY!

 

 

I AM ALL FUCKING MAJOR SNOWED-IN, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY OF FORT MEADE, MARYLAND. ”And to think I used to say that I’d never see snow again”. Good old Commerce Bank before TD took it over, and made my wild hyperspace interaction with Paul, and Florida, and the snow, all come together, once before; back when I was ‘dreaming’ that it was early in the year 2000, and had recently moved into Jenny’s shitty miserable mobile home park hell!

 

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

CHAPTER 00012

HERE COMES MY MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTBULB HACKER FROM MICROSUCKS CORPORATION, ROBERT MCDOWELL, OLD BUDDY FROM 1972, DIRECTOR OF THE GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION OF THE TWENTY-FIRST SHITTY FUCKED UP CENTURY I NOW AM STUCK IN, MIZZ HICKWHALES, NO WARP DRIVES IN HERE, GORGEOUS, JUST ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would not want to be anywhere near a lot of soon to come DISASTER ZONES, that Darling Maggie is gonna’ fucking be causing as a result of this death siege attack, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! GOOGLE STATS ON BLOG AS OF 4:30 AM, 02/16/2014:

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Beautiful moon, I love you; and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All day long today, the fucking 25 July day in 2014, and right through into one in the morning;  SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. My cock throbbing GUEST-NABE annoyed me out of the blue with a lot of door slams real loudly, DEBBIE MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THE BUILDING. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes my nabes from hell were annoying on FOOD DAY PUKE DAY FRIDAY, what else is new, same old same old, same shit, different day!

But this super botbar-day was not just my NABES FROM HELL and the fucking many countless cunt lapping insects and pestilence, that comes with this slum living territory; but other shit I will now get into. First, I JUST GOT MOUSE HACKED WITH THE FUCKING CUNT EATING (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK); FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD 1972 PAL AND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I have all kinds of horrendous pests and bugs and rodents, and there is no getting rid of it. If this was up in Jersey, this would not be allowed, and all these cunt chewing mother fucking ghetto scum would be evicted. There are plenty of peeps under the bridges all night, that would gladly live in a place like this and respect other people and their basic right to decent human mother fuckiGN life, and stop asking why my dirt bag fucking language sucks. You would be just as angry and fucking ready to commit mass murder, if you suddenly found yourself, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN, IN MY CUNT HUFFING GODDESS DAM CIRCUMSTANCES, WHEN YOU DID NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DESERVE ANY OF IT, OR ANYTHING WRONG AT ALL AT THE HANDS OF A FAMILY FROM FUCKING HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW FUCKING YOU SARU, OF UNEXPLAINED FUCKING CUNT MYSTERIES, YO YO YO YO, YOU LIOVE THE SHIT LIKE THIS AND SEE WHAT YOU WOULD SAY AND DO, YOU DAM MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE HYPOCRITE, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you may or may not know and remember, but my blogs did in fact fucking report all of it; I have no video machines. First, they said they fixed them, and these crooks in this shop are just playing games and will be reported to the Port Saint Lucie County Chamber of Commerce if this shit does not remedy itself. I am already out 90 dollars and they did nothing. I returned them, and very articulately explained the problems AGAIN, to the other man in the shop, there are two guy. When I did not hear back by late afternoon approaching end of business Friday, yesterday, I called. The guy told me that someone put a lot of oil inside of the unit. I did not make a police report or take him seriously. Why if this was true did he not see this the first time that he supposedly opened the fuckiGN machine up? Also, I used a flashlight and looked inside both units before ever even taking them out to be repaired. Not only was there no sign of this so called oil inside of it, but I think my sensitive nose would fucking cunt smell a bunch of oil, as when I oil my two box fans every start of a new season. The entire room smells and is permeated from the stench of fucking ass oil. This is why I am not taking this bullshit seriously; and Monday; I hopefully will be learning more. I am supposed to call the shop early on Monday afternoon. Hell, the forces of KERNAN, I sure hope that YOUR FRIENDS ARE NOT IN THE SHOP, to fuck me totally up, SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM;  SHERIFF MASCARA; IT IS NOW JUST SHY OF CUNT SUCKING FUCKING TWO IN THE GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, MIZZ MORATTO, YO YO YO YO!!!! DOES ANYONE DO THEIR DAM ASS JOBS ANY MORE???

 

MAYBE THIS BULLSHIT ANSWERS MY QUESTION; SHERIFF KEN MASCARA; MY OLD FRIEND IN FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into one of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and dominate them without them being privy to it. They do not go unconscious, but merely begin doing some things that they later say to themselves, gee what made me act that way, why did I say, or do; such and such a thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I’ll say, ”You liar”! Then for all of you football and gladiator fans, of the yesterday ghost inside of all of us, huh Demi Sevensign Moore; there is the other side of this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the defensive. This is learning while here and awake, to recognize, when one of your more advanced hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is trying to work their magic on you.  After-all, of course this is going to work two ways and in two directions. What fucking road only goes one way? One way streets are a traffic command for vehicles to drive one way or THE OTHER WAY, still, there are two ways, or directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Get any of this huge shit yet, when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did my 61st grand father’s Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a while back, altering the history of this planet, ultra huge time, YO?

In its fullest form, this cosmos is totally 100% explainable, but the simplicity is not acceptable to the mind of anyone over 4 or 5 or so in age years. Their minds reject it saying; this is absolutely silly and ridiculous, due to its seeming simplicity. But real pure major simplicity, is anything but simple; because you think you are getting it at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”You exist.  Time is pure illusion”. Grasp the power of that, and you will be in a psych ward later today, and so your brain actually has a protection mechanism built in to keep you from going completely nuts, and you say; ”oh I get it, it’s just stupid”. No, you don’t get it, or you’d be a babbling moron in one minute or less, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I paid federal taxes on musical royalties; and collected small royalties from 1998; when WVLT-FM, started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those were the days, huh ”JOE”??????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.

Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don’t shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Blonde in white bikini sunbathing

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JUST FISHIN’ AND SWIMMIN’, AND LOOKIN’ AT WOMEN;  WHAT A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS, AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!

OK THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING;  MORIANITY  may have been a complete fucking failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my cunt sniffing grave knowing that  I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking ‘ODF’ hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ass??? BUT THEN, what fucking isn’t, BRAH?

 

 

     W——-O——-W    

WHO IN THE RED BLOODED MALE CLUB AMONGST US IS GOING TO SAY THAT THESE ARE NOT TWO REALLY HOT BEACH BABES???

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:
Friday, September 22, 2006
Morianity Bible —————–IS THE PAST REAL, IS THE FUTURE REAL?
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue – Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, so why bother? WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED
I WAS MURDERED

GET IT FUCKING YET, FOLKS, YO??????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fucking shit, I am tired of being endlessly persecuted for my dealings with the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY SINCE A VERY FUCKING CUNT EARLY AGE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. Real dam ass tired of it to say the dam ass least.

When my mom and I went to cock licking Atlantic City, New Jersey early in the nineteen sixties to vacation a total of eight times at the Trinidad and twice before that at the old now defunct Treymore Hotel; I did not meet peole awake, but people asleep from parallel universes, just using and dominating the bodies, of these waking CALLIO/KING/MCGUIRE etcetera, THAT FAMILY FROM BEYON THE GATES OF HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LSS; this is why this tale of woe and hell cannot ever be properly told or responded to properly by authorities.

 

 

 

 

 

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After I no longer went there with my mother, and had started to become an adolescent, I was all alone there, and this is when they target me and this is where things all began, SABRINA CANDLELIGHTER COLLINS. Also, all along they had planned all of this, and is why after 200 plus cycles of repeating this nightmare lifetime, I am so stuck and fucked up, that I cannot die in a normal sense until it is time for the cycle to begin all over again. It may sound wild, but fuck the world, it is totally the dam truth!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HACKERS
HACKERS
HACKERS
HACKERS
ESS
ESS
ESS
ESS
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BRIGGBASE CULT
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BRIGGBASE CULT
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
DUE DATE, MY 15TH BIRTHDAY
SOME DUE DATE AND MOST PRIZED POSSESSION
MISTER PAUL MCGUIRE DOUBLE PART STODDARD!!!!

 

If this entire thing does not suck worse than any hell Doctor Harold Camping of Family Stations Incorporated could ever come up with and be able to face, in or out of fucking 1983, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle to Dawn-Marie King forever! This was planned 50,000,000 years fro now in a reality that is not conceivable by the most intelligent people in the galaxy of this hyperspace. Doctor Julia White and all her friends such as secret keeping Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and all the museums in the world, cannot ever tell what is really happening to me, or get it fucking cunt lapping halted. SOME THINGS CAN NEVER BE TOLD, FROM HERE TO THEPENNSYLVANIA MAGICAL FUCKING POCONO MOUNTAINS, RIGHT MAGIC JOHN REDENVER HENNINGSEN.

 

 

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HOLY STINKWATER CALLTEN, HAVE I BEEN PUT THROUGH TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF TORMENT AND ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT EATING TORTURE, WORLD, AND GUESS WHAT, IT IS ETERNAL, YO. Now, just what is the future with me and the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?  Well, before I begin with fucking this, I just took a (FUCKIGN-HACK) followed immediately by a (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK), BY THESE FUCKING DISEASED SUBSKUMMITES, OH-GAP, FCC; BOB MCDOWELL, SIR AND OLD CHUM FROM COOLEY-WORMHOLE HALL-1972!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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SUPER FUCKING CUNT HACKING, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22 PAST ELEVEN ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28 MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!

 

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HOLY FUCKING CALLIO PUKEIBLOW! WHAT DO ALL OF YOU PRICLS WANT WITH ME????

 

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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MMCN (MIKE MCNULTY).

Welcome to a blog that is like no other on the net. If I am wrong, MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB ANNOYER-HACKER JERK OFF; please comment or e-mail the mountainpen, I’d love to view the blog and see it for myself. Oh yeah, there are blogs of doom and gloom, blood and violence, end of the world survivalists screaming and ranting, and the average angry blogger out there also, with plenty of fucking pet peeves. There are science and UFO and conspiracy blogs, by the thousands, but show me a blog where hyperspace is talked about in the life of an Earth citizen from this time period. Show me a blog where time travel is not only discussed intelligently but is all woven and integrated throughout the story of the blogger, as well as tons of other wild outlandish fucking crap that goes beyond unfathomable. If this sounds like an authors’ own book report, sorry, I’ll cool it now, but really, if you can put me onto another blog even similar in all its ways, to M-3 and the Mountainpen-Blogs, cool, but I want to see and subscribe to it, so please, e-mail, call, write in snail-mail, or comment on my blogs. Why are people so fucking scared to get involved in things? The only answer is that none of this is real since I died and went to mother fucking hell back on 15 august, 1986. Again, show me a better explanation for my not getting even one taker on my billion dollar offer when I tell you there is no risk or downside potential for you, as I don’t need one cent from you or anyone, nor do I need one thing illegal, from any of you, but I DO NEED SOMETHING, and if I was able to get it from you, this world would be totally fucking altered before this summer is out. You would not recognize this world after one short season in time, and THAT is a promise, Rockdroid Lurch Rottenblucran!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.

 

I am not interested right now in teaching anyone anything, because it is obvious to me that I have verified beyond one speck of fucking doubt; that no one needs teaching, and are indeed, none other than the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS; that have been there all along; observing me, and screwing with me; and all part of Sarah-Stacey Krassle’s game, GTNOTG that she taught me by human Nexus Trek time perception, Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Funny how Pearl Harbor day is digitally 12-7 because reversing this, becomes 7-12, the last day I encountered Sarah’s mighty girl gang in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Quoddy Mockers, the Earth doppelganger girl club of the great and powerful (GAP) OZZQUEEN-VIQUEEN GANG!!!!!!!!!! Choke on that a while, ”UNCLE” Heinz, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, back in 1972!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poison cake, poison cigarettes, WOW. Then the real proof that Sarah is here in the form I now believe she is, with the song from 1999 that I wrote, called, “Blood On My Shoe”. How much of this coincidence would you buy in real life right now, all you real life detectives employed by New York City’s finest force? Would you believe that all this is some wild and weird fucking random collection of nothing?

 

 

 

So here’s my question for you?
So then why do you try and force me to believe it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, it is a simple question. Why are blogs that are mundane so popular, while blogs that tell the story of the entire millennium, so shall I say; as popular as poison ivy salads????????????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

WOW was this a miserable cunt chewing mother fucking year so far, and is far from over, American Civil Liberties Union.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

 

 

 

      WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING

                                   CHAPTER 00012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To be completely honest, lads and lassies; my nightmare fucking involvement with the ESS and the great TAWF of hands-washing DAVID’S, is beyond surreal and weird times three billion cubed, and then raised to the exponent of forty million and nine, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Just fucking going back to when these blogs all began is one thing, but what peeps are not even wanting to GET here with all of fucking this, is that the blogs just all began so that I could tell about the past four decades of beyond surreal outlandish fucking shit preceding this early 2006 mother fucking bullshit, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

When peeps really ever get this, if they fucking get this; WOW Mister Macy, this will be better for me than than it would have been for the world in my last lifetime if I had gone to Trenton just a bit later on, on Her Majesty’s Ship TITANIC. How do you live with yourself, SARA J. KARGE and David Pocono and Bob McGuire, you fucking evil murderers?

 

Holy jit juice; there are a lot of dirty rotten evil fucking people in this multiverse, but the hypocritical knife throwing back stabbers are on top of a lot of lists, you know, mine, Jesus’, and so forth, read the fuckiGN bible for crissake if you wanna’ question MORIANTIY and my words here, great folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

HACK-HACK-HACK, mind hack, machine hack, who knows, and for that fucking matter, and I looked that time, Quantum Observer Professor Kaku, but really YO; WHO GIVES A SHIT, cousin Donnie??????????????????????

I am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS FUCKING ASS IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of entities while ‘exploring-dreaming’, towards the ending years of this century’s first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try getting out of this one”, sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other times, not doing that. Recently this happened, and has not happened for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations while there quite a while, that I won’t bother getting into. Pee was telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in th afternoon next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the house and she was shouting that her  daughter died for nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed; and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe’s kid; also popped up, coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point, I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder., and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and pool was full of red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the radio station began to play an old Chiffon’s song from the middle sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet talkin’ Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a fucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless and unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable, looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pound of her, a girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw her 30 yards through the air crashing her against the house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling frightening sound.  Both of her legs were broken, and yet  she floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost like a sonic boom. Gemma’s entire head broke into ten pieces or more, and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot tub on full force and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water, instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds. My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it’s September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place, sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them,  the three ‘ESS-LADIES’ that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe, in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like we all see in the fucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell, this is now the third mother fucking time, they have used their fucking (DISAPPEARING WORD HACK) on me. I just now went to fuckiGN cunt repair the last one, and the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, in total fucking cunt lapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE FUCKING CUNT EATRING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother fucking (`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could cunt lapping use some mother fucking help here, FBI, ACLU, and all other civil fucking servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank fucking you!

 

I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA’AM!

 

 

 

 

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55 PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
WE CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS, JAMES ROCKFORD ROCKFISH AND DEON WARWICK AND PAULA UWICH, HELL, WHERE’S THE CANDLES?

 

 

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

 

 

 

 

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Yes, I have gone through this nightmare cycle over two hundred and fifteen times somewhere, I lost exact count, but each time, I am Mark Wayne Mohr, and I doubt this is the Twilight Zone, or the Vessel Glasgow, or whatever, because this is all real, it is not fucking made the hell up. I crash into shit, I have had lightning try to end this for me and you need not know all the times I died, and yet, here I fucking am, Duncan Highland Avenue 1984 MAC, the fucking Spell Checker is fucked up and won’t properly spell that wild last name of yours, dude. ENDLESS FUCKING LIFE TOTALLY ‘FUCKIGN’ SUCKS. HERE COMES MORE (FUCKIGN HACKS) BOB MCDOWELL! This fucking cunt mouse gets more and more difficult to operate the longer the enemy mother fucking dirt bag MILITUFORCE knows that I’m using it. WEIN? Here comes another fucking great mouse hack, one of the enemy faves, the scum bag fucking jerk off dirt balls, (`~HACK) WOW, WHY DON’T YOU ASSHOLE CUNT HUFFERS GET A PRICK LICKING LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO????????????

 

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   

 

 

 

 

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

 

 

 

 

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

 

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There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.billyharner.com/ Holy Jesus Lastpierman, am I still on the Glasgow Ship, Rod Serling, or back yet at Haddon Township High School (HTHS)????

 

 

THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes ‘Orwell’s 1984’ prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child’s game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?

 

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I know that TAWF has done all of this to me, but the funny thing is that when I was living before this horrible looping shit life that seems over ten thousand years long now; I told my lovely wonderful Sara how much I needed and loved her, and she asked me if I could handle the truth, and I said yes, and she told me she was Almighty SAR-AH or LORDESS, JUPITER, the great GODDESS JUPITER, imagine being told this as a fully frown man, by a lovely fourteen year old girl from Trenton, New Jersey? There was no empire State Building to the further northern regions as of yet, back then, to make that great proclamation from, so she told me over at the old bindery and print shop, near where the local satellite police station is standing today, or was a decade ago. Thanks for the fuckiGN memories, Bob Hope and Inspector Robert Shoutman Martier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister Macy, what am I gonna’ do with all of you sons of bitches, right General Patton old buddy? Kick Disney in the fuckiGN prick for me, that god dam war coward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ”NO-NO” things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I’m talking about, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what’s being said buttwipe Mountainpen”? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

 

 

 

 

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