MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CLXXXIV, (5-184)
3:03 POST MERIDIAN ON SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR X 3
I AM SURE THEIR WICKED FUCKING DOW JONES WILL FLY UP AT LEAST 800 MOTHER FUCKING POINTS TODAY!!!!!
30 AUGUST, 2013, DEMONIC WICKED ASS FRIDAY FUCKING ASSHOLE AFTERNOON, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEGINNING OF THIS FUCKED UP CURSED AND HELLISH NIGHTMARE TRANNY, SWEET OLD SCREWY GRANNY:
FRIDAY FOOD DAY SHIT HERE AT MY GARBAGE BUILDING THIS MEANS BY DIRT BAG NOISY SCUM NABES ACROSS THE HALL ARE SLAMMING IN AND OUT ALL DAY TODAY, BUT THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF BOTBAR TIMES 3, SOMETHING NOT THIS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BAD SINCE A YEAR OR MORE NOW, NOT THIS MOTHER FUCKING HORRENDOUS AND CUNT EATING MONSTROUS, AS THIS SIEGE NEARLY TOOK MY LIFE AND MURDERED ME, AT 3:20 THIS MORNING, THEY GAVE ME A MAJOR FUCKING HEART ATTACK, AND I DIED, ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI, JUST IN CASE YOU COULD CARE IN THE LEAST!!!!!!! All day now, in an out and loud shit, with these jerk offs, and most Friday-Food-Day days are like this, unless they are gone that week during that particular time. They have absolutely no set schedules, they are young, total bums; and DO NOT WORK A DAY IN THEIR MISERABLE DRUG TRAFFICKING LIVES, AG. I don’t trust these mother fucking hip hop ghetto thugs from here (—-) to here (—-), not on their best day.
I have had this entire computer messed with, but not totally in ways I had thought. It is hacking, but it is complicated hacking, and it is from hackers, but it is complicated, BOOM-BOOM-BANG-I WILL BE CALLING 911 VERY SOON, FOLKS, I AM NO MOOD FOR THIS FUCKING ASS BULLSHIT TODAY!!!!
THE PAST 3 DAYS HAVE BEEN WORSE THAN IN YEARS, I MAY HAVE HAD LONGER BOTBAR STRINGS, BUT IT IS WHAT EACH OF THESE BOTBARS CONTAIN, THAT I AM MEASURING
MAGNESONIC————————-OPEN COMMAND G-7.
GO TO ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SET YOUR DESIRE KEY FROM THE NORMAL-NEUTRAL POSITION-‘J’, TO THE POSITION-‘I’. SCAN ALL ENEMIES WIPING OUT MY LIFE AND MAKING ME MISERABLE AND EVEN ATTEMPTING TO MURDER ME DURING THIS 3 DAY DEATH SIEGE, AND SCAN ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES. COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, WITH YOUR PULL-POWER-GAIN MAXED AT INFINITY LEVEL OF 11.8 IPNS, AND ALL OTHER CONTROLS AGAINST THE GAIN MAXED AT 11.5 IPNS, EMPOWER THE CRUSHED IMAGE-OBJECT OR (I-O) ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL FUCKING JERK OFFS HURTING ME, YOUR CREATOR, AND THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS, WHO IS INNOCENT, AND DOES NOT DESERVE THIS MOTHER FUCKING COW KALI DOGSHIT SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986. THE A/B EMPOWERMENT TONES ARE AS FOLLOWS:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, CG-18, G-189, CG-2, G-719, UNDER G-1133, G-901, A—N—D——–S—T—O—P!
There are going to be some very mother fucking sorry ass folks out here in this world, real dam ass fucking soon, YO!!!
Well, they want it, and they;ll get it, the rest of the news Mister fucking Paul Harvey, regarding good old Wayne Landis Martin Mohr, AKA, my PILLOW TALKING FATHER FROM JANUARY OF 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some remember some of it, but here is the rest of it, Mister Harvey, with or without ant other fucking news whatsoever!!
He told me without the name of ”CALLIO” ever surfacing at all, unless it was inside the mumblings that I was unable to properly hear,as after-all, he was sleep talking, and some of us do this, despite it being against the basic neurological protection that is built into human beings, that all muscle activity freezes while in deep rem sleep, AKA hyperspace exploration times, or HETS for a shortened abbreviation. My blogs are filled with shit about EXPLORATRONICS, the ESS, also shortened to just the ES skipping the word SOCIETY at the end, and so forth, but let me walk us all around this shit without losing too many people’s total interest. That old temptation to hit the ”NEXT-BLOG” button, is always whispered into your mind by the powers of the ETOSS-PAWM-PIE tools of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AKA THE LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, LOCATED IN THE CAPITOL PROVINCE AND JUST OUTSIDE THE CATITOL CITY OF SAHASRA DA KANWAL, ALONG THE GREAT TECK BAY.
Folks, my dad had been away for roughly ten solid mother fucking years. Not ‘away’ as in prison, but as in doing all manner of secret stuff, for both Mel fisher and other treasure-men, but also, the great Herbert Hoover and his pals, the Federal Bureau of Investigation. No one ever told me the big ass total secrets, but a lot of it is all rapped up in his marriage to Monica, as well as the kidnapping case in Miami back in the nineteen sixties. He had found out where my mom and I were living on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, New Jersey, at Apartment O-15-Dellway Arms Apartments, and came to visit us after telephoning my mom at her office, out of the blue, after ten solid years, stuff like this is out of fiction novels, not normally in somebody’s real fucking life. But this is why the old saying exists, ”Exceptions to the rule is what makes the rule the rule”. It may be a little hard to get in your mind at first, so cogitate on it until a bell in your head goes, ”DING”,, or maybe it will quote an internet search engine, and go ‘BING’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of telephoning, this will fit quite monstrously huge into the very current blog of this very date and time, so trust me on that, Mellman and Jew-Kal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To go further into where the last paragraph leaves off and more into where this one will boldly trek into, Mister Rotten Berries, or Lightning Berrios, or Oak Street 1975 Whatever, Robert (Bob); we need to turn time back to about half past two this morning, maybe a few minutes earlier than this, a bit over 15 hours ago from the moment that I’m typing out this message to you all here in cyberspace. I came to realize several major major major major major things, folks. First off, I accidentally posted the poor dudes entire JPEG scrapbook, and this is eating up a lot of blog-site script memory, and could be why the blog freezes on me when I try to view it for myself, online, or not, who can ever know, as I am no computer Einstein, and never ever said that I was. What I don’t know, I WILL BOLDLY TELL YOU THAT I DO NOT, NO BONES MADE ABOUT IT, CHOP CHOP, AND SUPER SPURIOUS COORDINATES OF SMITHTOWN IN NEW YORK AND FORT PIERCE IN FLORIDA, BACK IN OHM-TEN! We won’;t get started with 10, as in 1965 and 1980, will we Misses Ghost Hungry 4 your touch ESTELLE BASSLER?????
Still, leaving Buddhism out of it a while, Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, from fucking Atco-1983-Doogie; and all Amanda Harris lovelies from 1897, 1970, and 2003; and where is Sergeant Carter when I need the bastard, Gomer Pyle Avenue, I mean really, gosh golly darn gee whiz, and gollllleeey? Crissake, mother fucker and a half; some part of the great evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE shot me with a DEATH STROBE LIGHTBEAM AT 3:20 AM THIS MORNING, AND CAUSED ME A FATAL HEART ATTACK.Directly following this beam,I had practically no pulse, and a racing tachycardia heart rhythm, just strike me out of the 10-year-father-blue. This was however right directly to the minute, after I went up onto my personal directory page in my open-office word documents program 3.1, Microsoft; and posted a number where I can reach my daughter. It was a totally un mistakable message, shat should be gone and removed when this blog posts up to BLOGGER, as somehow when real long blogs too filled with photos, are posted; it overwhelms their system perhaps, and opens up a doorway in, from, well, I am going to tell you what my father talked to me in his fucking sleep, about this phenomenon, back in early 1974, and then, you think whatever you may wish to think after reading all of this. First, this needs to get said. I let myself die last night, in my sleep, and of course, I always awaken again, only as with most of the times when they destroy my heart with their covert black ops wet works weaponry; I wake up fine. However, I woke up just as fucked up. Suddenly after being awake and back here a couple of hours, out of the clear blue sky, a powerful flash of lightning struck right outside my window practically, and Diana stayed with me for some time, coming out of a storm from the other side of town in south-Fort Pierce, as eventually the dark clouds made their way over, and so did a quick pouring rain shower. Then it was done as if it was never here. After the storm ended, I felt just about 100% all healed up. Thank you Diana for helping me out, lovely precious girl!! Now I had talked to my father about numerous subjects during his January-1974 visit to the apartment, and many talks were on science, as you know, he was personal pals with the great Einstein, while he and my mom lived in Princeton, New Jersey, down the block from the university Campus and the lovely Princeton Park, where later on after I entered this rotten old world, I came to play in. I had told my father about the Dairy queen man up on the White Horse Pike, just 60 yards from the apartment, and how he sees to know me from this place that he refers to as, ”The station”. This could be a lot of things, a gas station, a radio station, crissake, a space station, who the hell fucking knows when it is me and my family that’s all connected and commingled up into shit, for the sake of hot burning fucking HELL? He went one afternoon without me, and bought a couple small hot fudge sundaes, and told me to just stay put, as he wanted to introduce himself to him as my father, and talk to him about this. When he came back to the fucking apartment, I couldn’t get a word out of him edgewise, for all the love in the cat house. I tried and I tried; but boom; no dam dice. It was about 3 in the afternoon, my mom was at her office job over in Philadelphia, and that seemingly was that. I thought he was just demonstrating that he could be as moody as all the rest of us poor fucking mortals. Well, I came to learn that this was a misjudged deal on my part, a billion percent and then some, and I’ll now explain just why I am saying this to you all right now, 39 and a half years up in the future, relative to the event being discussed.
My dad said quite a few powerful things out loud in his sleep, while he was in my bed and I was next to it on a small cot. Some of you may or may not remember my father and his ”pillow talk”. But I know I never let out what I am gonna’ let out right now, and that’s a promise for anybody and everybody, YO.
Before I tell it all, and tie shit up real neatly so you will be unable to see things jump out at you; let me go to another place. The two men who co-owned the computer school that I had just graduated from a few months back from this time in January of 1974, the Professional Careers Institute (PCI), named fictitiously for my book, ”TPB” in 1994, ACI; were Pete Hasse and Mike Tedesco. They were mobbed up to the hilt, as many of my old associates were, and to be honest, I can live with that. More people not in the Sicilian Honor club of 1547 have hurt me, and badly, than anyone IN THE CLICK. Moving this right along, for all of the Dawn-Marie kings of the RIGHTNOW ORGANIZATION, with patience levels of under one percent of average; these guys also associated with a Bill Perdy. He took an apartment that was just a couple of blocks from where Congressman Andrews was still a teenager and living on Oak Street, in Haddon Heights, New Jersey, along with so many of his hyperspace twins of the Paul Evans Pedersen Society that double as the Missourians Club as well, when the mood strikes them to do so. All these people knew the father, of Robert McGuire, and had dealings with both him, and Mister ACMUA owner, mister McGettigan, and all great friends of Ann King, as a younger woman, along with the king of the nightlife of Atlantic City, Mayor James Whealon, whose term was the late half of the nineteen-nineties, when all the great atmospheres were bursting with the light explosions of shocks, surprises, and unfathomable numerous other events that need not be addressed right this second, folks. What needs to be said is that my dad began moaning as if in a lot of pain and or mental anguish, 12 hours after he had brought back the two ice cream sundaes, and then began talking about transdimensional hyperspace, island universes, and not wanting to stay here in physical life any longer than you ever need to. Included in this quite wild mix of shit, all sort of intermingled, was what I had never spoken of to him, and I seriously fucking doubt that my mother would have ever told him about this either in the week that he had already been visiting there with us, and I speak of my stays at the Trinidad/Trinity Hotel on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and all of the characters that made up my recently written as well as recently burned and destroyed, ”Book of the Beach”, or my ‘BOB’ as I came to shorten this to mean, almost as a secret code, when I wanted it to be, back in my days before open blogging, and ”telling-it-all’. Then it cam pouring out faster than he could slobber all over his dam pillow. First came lots of scientific shit, then the Star Trek space ”stations” from the movies that would not even start coming out for a third of a dozen years yet, and lots more. When awake, I did try and get him on these things and told him he talks in his sleep,and he was willing to discuss most of it with me, but not the Dairy queen man and what these two men talked about that past afternoon, but I will tell you what got said, into his pillow, good folks. Most of these things have come back to me after life mirror imaged all the shit he predicted in his ‘sleep’ and many memories I have come to learn, we all do indeed alter and suppress entirely, so we can survive and fit into some range of acceptable sanity, based on that value judgment by the society around all of us. Long Story Short, of (LSS), POW, BOOM, first came the fact that there is a system that only top secret cleared peeps know about, and he named it the majestic level, and told how unlike a telegraph or telephone or any kind of radio or other known communications device, this system was designed for transdimensional purposes. Some psychiatrists may well argue his dreams were just a bunch of wild crap in his brain, and fine, that is cool, everything is a bunch of wild crap in our brain, there, here, you name it. They would take the year and the symbolism involved as well, as textbook definition dreaming, no big deal, when he talked about this device called a 74-World Penetrater. I later came to use it in my conversations with transdimensional people myself, but all of this needs not be gotten into, as it’s worlds away from where this blog needs to go to open some fresh fucking ass doors for all of us!!!!!! I learned during this second, sleep-talking session, with him however; that I could quietly repeat questions to him, and most of the time after 3-6 repeated questions, he would start discussing shit that would pertain to what I wanted him to tell me about. He was asleep, so it was not as if we had a perfect Q&A communication going, speaking of the devil here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Major Morty Mortino death android-angel attacks are all around me today, gee I wonder why, after-all, I just died last fucking night, from a MAJOR STROBELIGHT DEATH RAY BEAM STRIKE FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. As you know, they got me yesterday, first huge major time with a shit attack causing me to clean yup a nice little mess, and then shortly thereafter, the other major fucking CIA/NSA death weapon struck, the fatal heart blow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET ME FUCKING COMPENSATE NOW FOR FUCKING JANE SLEAZE DISEASEWEEDS, MISS BITCH SHIT, AND HER ONES; AS THIS IS PAGE FUCKING ELEVEN OF FUCKING ELEVEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GODS, I HATE HER!
Now we will get back to my dad in 1974, nearly 40 mother fucking years ago, good peeps.
He was discussing a personal story in his recent life. He needed to get something that pertained to his family, you all know the story or you should by now, BJ, speaking of heart atackkkkkackackacks and other island bullshit of being stuck and trapped, Cuzz Barry and Cuzz David, YO;
It seems this man saw me in a station all right, and worked for Glenn Turner Enterprises. In this universe however, his name, speaking of rotten ass number eleven and wives, was Ted. I was working for him along with a weird Asian Lady, who over in this universe, is the world famous nineteen-nineties, artist by the name of Bjork. In a nutshell, many people were all involved in building this new communications system called the 74-World Penetrater. It was able to go through radio transmissions or telephone transmissions, of alternate universe worlds of transdimensional D-5 Hyperspace, by using ultra complicated scanners of sideband atomic movements and caused things to break apart and come back and while in-between, it searched out with super mainframe quantum-bit computer technology, all possible other transmissions, and then after years of research and exhaustive experimentation, 73 other worlds were contacted and cataloged at a perfect combined harmony of atomic frequencies. So adding in our own universe, one plus seventy-three is 74, hence the 74-WP. During this night of back and forth’s with my pop for nearly an hour before he slipped totally out of responsive consciousness and the trance with me was broken so to speak; he said my playmate on Tennessee Avenue was ten and she will be ten all over again, and then a song will be given to you. I thought the mother fucker was totally whack times a trillion, but then, there was 1980 and LOIS FOCA, so does a super fucking Macy-WOW get said, right about now up in here YO YO YO??????????????????????????
Now the internet was never something that was talked about in all of my pop’s strange pillow talk, just some shit about Atlantic City and the people I had known as a youth at the other end of my teens, as I was age 19 at this current time, but common logic tells me that this tool can be used for the same purposes, and can and is being connected up to world Penetrater machines, out in hyperspace; further along technologically, and or ahead of us in time or D-4, and indeed; is why I try and send my younger daughter PEE, that message, to look me up. Well, she has. She has given me not her number, as over here, a miscarriage stopped her from living here as my wonderful PEE, and in many universes as well that are localized and mid-distant in hyperspace. Only a few have her there, and the one where I owned the Starburn Outreach Development Corporation, the huge billion dollar land management company, is one where indeed she does live in. She sent me a phone number early this morning, just as the great Carl Allen or Carlos Allende from the Doctor Jessup Bermuda Triangle, and all his WHAT’S WRONG with 1984 copyrights and other circling’s, and underlines, and book notations, it all is part of something so powerful that I cannot even begin to properly unravel this shit right now, and the enemy nearly blew my heart up in my chest, the minute I went skating across the pond last night, and posted to my personal book, that number. It was not a hard code to break, as only three of those words had the code, one spoke for itself in the two words, and then the third word did a Hans Brinker, as my Aunt Geraldine snow Mason had the same phone number for decades, Mohawk 4, 5949, out in Narberth, Pennsylvania. In the old days of telephones, it began with the letters and only the four digits, then as population added into the phone system, the first ”two letters” if I may be so blunt, had a digit following it, so that 10 times the amount of numbers could then become assigned to users. More area codes and more designations were then added as the population grew ever onward from that humble beginning of the great HA-HA Commercial of the GO-4, back in late OHM-9, and today, we have lenty of available numeration, before someday eventually another digit will again need to be added, unless we move into a new way of communicating, and it won’t be on the Keyboards From Peta-hell System, lease folks, let’s not get too out there, I hate those tin foil hats, they’re hot and uncomfortable, and look so ugly on me, YO. I knew you used that 6-10 system and sent me that number years ago when I first came to Florida, remember how I said so on that blog? As soon as I worked it out on my telephone, I know it is right, and is either the typo or the correct PCN as a designation number, the rest is easy to figure out, my water need not be boiling, and I will wake up no matter how many heart attacks these evil bastards cause me, as the grave holds nothing fucking on me, I AM THE CHOSEN FUCKING HUNTINGTON, 4 crissake, LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why that stupid stolen song from my ‘1-2-3 Lover’ song in 1983, on the older Clariton television commercials is never a possibility, even for Elizabeth Montgomery and her family. It used that ripped off country tune that went, ”Finally I’m Free”, no this will never happen, and Isiscylla made that very clear to me in 1997, even though I had not yet known it.
But there are a lot more urgent things to get into, than the old Bewitched television show, or that stupid Clariton crap that now does the Johnny Nash thing, speaking of the daddy-pillow-talker days, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!!!
Misses Marola the great educator of 1969. How she managed to be working at Leticia Tilley’s school, just down the way from the Egg Harbor Detention Center that we all quite well know the magical recurring dream name of by now, Mister Joel; can only be accomplished in five dimensions, and I know you’re all aware of this by now. But right here in three dimensions, Mommy-Ann and Daut-Dawn-Marie, would be in my car with me heading up to the cousins that reside around here from this branch of this all mighty wonderful family, and I would try so hard to get them to help me put my recurring dreams together and make sense out of them while first living with them at 65 Middle Road in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, and all they did was jeer and smirk at each other, and say to me, keep driving. People are so nice and lovely. Very nice and lovely. It would be nice and lovely to fucking shoot most of them to death, YO!!!!!!!! Roll Call, Mark Minor, and his song that the Beach Boys went on to do a year or two in the future, or more; WOW, does it get better than this? Sure it does. My kid says to me in a ”DREAM” in late 08, that I’ll be seeing her later on that day. Jeese Louise Surfer Fonty, how the GENLOW is this supposed to Shannon Kickacar Daugherty supposed to go down? Will it be in Atlantic City, or what. I knew I was heading there with Dawn and Ann on that morning to take Dawn to her sike case workers. No, on the way home however, Dawn wants to go into the Plesantville Rent-a-Center Store. So in we all walk, and dozens of gorgeous huge clear bright high-def TV sets are all over the left wall, tuned to the VH-1 Channel. I get a few feet in, and BOOM, as she said, I’d be seeing her, ”tomorrow” ANNIE, and she was not kidding me. So just what and who am I really dealing with here, if she really is not ALL MIGHTY ‘SSJK’ JEHOVAH GODDESS? Is another W—O—W permitted here Gozzwald-Macy?????????????????????????????? LIKE DUH,
THAT PROVES SOMETHING TO ME A LOT BIGGERTHAN ENERGY IS EQUAL TO MASS TIMES THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, Mister Albert Einstein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY PART FIVE, CHAPTER 184.
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W—O—W,what a lovely fucking world this is, Mommy and Daddy. Sonic perfection notwithstanding, nor what is incorrect, huh US © Office, back in frikkin’ 1984?????????
SHARKEY SAYS, LET’S GET IT ON, LOVELY ROSEANN!!!
Hay girl, Leticia Tilley, whassup, YO? Tell BOO, next time he goes to my county lock-up, call PCN SKATING, and not me!!!
Be friendly, YO, give me a holler, as Dawn said you liked me.
Many things will be talked about over the course of the rest of this summer and into the autumn. For right now, I have not yet left the apartment for any distant ports in the storm. Also, I screwed up on some earlier blogs, 1980 was PITSY-1, or so I said, WRONG, it was PITSY-2. Here is the accurate Port In The Storm Years for me, or the PITSY-GROUP, if you will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1969—————-PITSY-1.
1980—————-PITSY-2.
1994—————-PITSY-3.
2011—————-PITSY-4.
2031—————-PITSY-5.
The only problem is that this formula that is based on a very accurate yet simple mathematical sliding scale of future years, from 1969, and beginning with 1969, whereby up through PITSY-3, all three worked in a perfect order, leading me to project into a PITSY-4 and 5. I however neglected to remember the powerful laws in QUANTUM PHYSCIS, that pertain to electron-observation, a still not fully nor totally understand concept, as it relates and connects into and throughout such matters as dark or transdimensional mass and energy. This is why the great AE only concluded there was SPACE-TIME, and never was abler to see what exactly brought this thing to be in the ”first place”, a misnomer by its very usage of connected words.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY PART 5,
SO PLEASE ENJOY THIS HAS BEEN CHAPTER NUMBER-00184.
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS CAMERA SHOT HAS BEEN STUCK HERE FOR A SOLID MONTH, CHANNEL-12.
FOLKS, I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS, SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US, FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER THINK OF TO ASK ME, BUT NOT TODAY ON THIS BLOG. WE’RE BUSY ON OTHER TOPICS FOR THE TIME BEING DOGS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some folks say that I am a born screw up, and maybe they’re friggin’ correct. Hay Bruce Pennock, we both try!!!!!!!
Yes, I did screw up a little bit. I am very very very old, ask INGRID-84, she knows that indeed, there is a lot of ”BAGGAGE”
”BAGGAGE”
”BAGGAGE”
”BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE”
”BAGGAGE””BAGGAGE”
and did I forget to say,”BAGGAGE”????
I’ll take that W—O—W CARD if I may be Gozzwald permitted, Mister Macy. Thank you!
WOW, RH. WOW, RH.
WOW, RH. WOW, RH.
WOW, RH. WOW, RH.
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THIS ISMORIANITY,PART FIVE,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS,TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.
YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READCHAPTER00184. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK, JUST NOT 4 ME!!!!!
5:51 PM-EDST, 30 AUGUST, 2013
Despite the majority of viewers not seeing the truth about my posts, in so far as a method to my madness and things repeating as well as almost repeating with various changes made, I’m trying to get you thinking just a little tiny bit more than three dimensionally, I’m not expecting any of you to go the full five with me, but I do know what I am doing, so I hope you do not skip when you think I am just repeating, as normally, there are small changes made, and it is important for you to make sense out of a lot of upcoming blogs, that you don’t peter out on me and skip all the important stuff I’m trying to accomplish with you, as readers. Also, if I randomly paste in something from one week or three years ago, remember, there is no random, this will indeed be proven mathematically, within the lifetimes of most of our grand children. For now, about a little mustard seed amount of trust and faith. If I really honestly was a mad man and did not know squat from shoe polish, explain away about at least 100 things that I know, that you know; WHAT IS GETTING FRIKKIN’ SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no bullshit to this, I only wish that there was, but the trouble is that you don’t have to trust me, and if I right now say let us pick and choose this or that, and I go and paste it in, you would only get the full Count Marcucci 1969 mind blow, IF you implicitly trusted in my integrity. I know that I have no reason to cheat, but you don’t, and I fully accept that. But this is not some random pick, as you have heard me discuss the airship that was in some kind of contact with both my DREAMING mind as well as my WAKING mind, BACK ON OCTOBER THE FIFTH, IN ‘TWENTY-OH-EIGHT’, MISSES M-PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If Yogi or Doogie were there, would they have a wild roller coaster ride at Dorney Park, with or without repeated catchy tunes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So without further horse stinks, let me paste in that blog. Who would win the stare down, Russell; Marcucci or my kid?
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
HOW MANY TIMES MY FRIEND?
“HOW MANY TIMES, MY FRIEND?” The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, ALL OTHER SUBTITLES APPLY DATFILE: 100508.616.55 —– START: ————— ( October 5, 2008)
I am under a MAJOR FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, and the second that I came out of a major interaction with Mariah, boom, one second after being back awake here in this Marhouse, a super chopper attack was deployed right over the place in total violation of my civil and constitutional rights 2 pursue happiness and peace. Then 10 seconds after the chopper MILITUFORCE scum slime were gone, I started 2 tell Diana about hearing a song that was playing, Called “HOW MANY TIMES”, and instantly again, a super loud Harley blotorfucking sickiecycle got me at maximum sound right out my bedroom window again in violation of my civil and constitutional fucking rights, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES FUCKING UNION that doesn’t give a fucking rats ass ship about how I’m being violated!!!! I A M U N D E R A F U C K I N G S I E G E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U want war, U got it FUCKING PAUL STODDARD BRIGGBASE CULTSCUM!!!! Hear is first what happened, and then I will tell what Mr. Carey told me never 2 tell. It was 1975 and my mom was in Babylon., Long Island, and this was in the waking world, she really was visiting Uncle Heinz and Aunt Ruth, Gottwald, the honcho banker and yachtsman of the Sound. I told U all on a prior blog that 3 years B4 this was my last visit up there 2C those fucking miserable snotty shits. But in this interaction, I had been beaten up on the Atlantic City beach as I was in the waking world, and had my own sea plane and took it and landed it in the interaction right at the boat club across from where my snoot-unk resided at the time at 175 Peninsula Drive, down the way from Captain Kangaroo. A dirt ball friend of the 2 beach patrol mascots that had fun roughing me up back in shitville, New Jersey, was my pilot and thought this was funny, knowing fully well that my uncle would have a cow and an aneurism at the same time, and he did sure enough and was over across the bay hollering at the both of us and saying 2 get that piece of junk out of his yacht club or he would have me locked up. Then the next thing I knew I dreamshifted miles over 2 the Carey block. I was having a great time talking to everyone and they all seemed 2 know me as though they had always known me. I just went along with it wondering where I was and how I had gotten into this one and even thinking of the Stanley/Oliver show of times B4 this even, where he was always saying, ”Now you’ve really gotten us into a mess this time Stanley”, and kept thinking of that as well as knowing that I was just with Diana making passionate love 2 her at some astral waterfall and lovely exquisite park, and instantly afterwards just found myself in time and space again, only in this here and this now. Mariah wanted 2 do something extremely important 2 her and her dad got angry and did what cannot B done in today’s world and I remember thinking how brave she was 4 not crying. She came over and whispered 2 me that she was going 2 do this thing whether daddy liked it or not, and I sort of chuckled nervously hoping she wasn’t going 2 receive another spanking. We were in a hallway that was lit up brightly in the house, and in the middle of it on one end was a wide entrance into the living room. Make all the fucking sounds and persecute me all U want cock suckers, when this fucking blog posts up, YOU’LL B VERY FUCKING SORRY ASS HOLES. They know every stroke I do on this keypad, just watch Law and Order, and the episode where the patient was betrayed by his psychiatrist, it was a sex offense case, I make nothing up, this EVIL EMPIRE is watching every strike I do on this fucking machine, violating my RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION!!!!!!! Anyway she was able 2 eventually do this thing that was so important 2 her and I was very happy 4 her. Some relative was over at the place with either a guitar or some kind of music making thing, and was strumming and singing the famous song from a few years past, that kept going, THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS BLOWING IN THER WIND. She, MC was oblivious 2 this and more interested in making sure her dad had his back turned so he would not C what she was doing, it was the cutest thing that I ever witnessed, yet simultaneously was totally breaking my heart. Lots of anger was everywhere, and he mentioned the stairs and the fights over the horrible neighborhood and bad neighbors that had done them wrong, and more along these lines, and it was terrible. I detest having 2C my lovely queen as well as her family, go through any unhappiness, and after finding out that family of mine and friends and neighbors of them were behind the Carey’s miseries, and U all remember how I wanted that weekend 2 go up 2 Long Island with a huge turkey knife under a sweater, and not 2 offer a free dinner 2 wicked cousins and do the carving, but rather 2 just do some carving and not make any offers about it. Anyone ever hurts my queen in any way, and I cannot end this sentence legally on this blog, yet it still is getting said, family or no family, I do not care if UR the governor!!!!!!!! Then her dad yelled over after leaving the hall and standing at the foot of the stairs something about making this his last visit and did not need all the hassle of things, and then went on about the cat, and when I saw the cat, in this wild interaction, it turned jet black with the same tiny white paws that Gawky Gaukauk has, and then grew and expanded 2 the size of a real live panther as though it was a balloon cat getting filled with pneumatic pressure, like an air pump. Then he pointed at her while she was dancing and laughing and watching this happen, and said and I quote, “Gawky, U get the hell out of my house, trouble-maker”. Then Gawky who refused 2 budged growled and finally spoke and said 495 over and over again. Then after he walked angrily over 2 him and started trying 2 wrestle with Gawky, he was thrown onto the floor and Gawky said, now Mark will C all this hot shot engineer. U never wanted him 2 know about any of it and now I will show the poor bastard, he said this word 4 word 2 Mr. Carey, and I will remember the total absolute vividness of this 3 the rest of my Mountainpen diseased twisted pathetic life. Then the music came from nowhere only louder, how many times this and how many times that and all about the answer blowing in the wind, and then wind indeed blew up and things were getting knocked all around while Gawky laughed and Mr. Carey walked out shouting and slammed the front door 2 their home about as hard and loudly as I ever remember a door being slammed in my current astral-dream-down, (ADD). When I came out of this, 3 seconds later I said 2 Diana over the telephone that I just popped out of a wild interaction, and INSYANTLY, the BRIGGBASE WOMO MILITUORCE sent over a loud house shaking fucking chopper. Then as said, motorcycle attacks, which still R currently ongoing, I am under a fucking total death siege, as I am normally directly following major astral world REMEMBERING EXPERIENCES, “dreaming” by all of your definitions. Miss shitplants Jane Fonda Whore just bit my fucking ass, what else could possibly go wrong, no don’t fucking answer that as Elizabeth Montgomery said something 2 her hubby Darren Stevens that applies so very well 2 me, “THE POSSIBILITIES R ENDLESS” Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, yes it is indeed one eleven in the mother fucking afternoon and that stinking cunt lapping clock got me again, I am on a major fucking death roll. IF ANYTHING HAPPENS 2 ME AND I DO NOT MAKE IT HOME AGAIN WHGEN IO GO OUT 2 WORK SOON, I WAS MURDERED BY THE UNITED STATES EVUIL EMPIRE GOVERNMENT AND THEIUR WICKED SCUMY MILITARY SYSTEM. This is a dying man’s utterance and official and legal declaration, doubling as my blog 4 this day. Let me attempt 2 cunt-pen-rape (COMPENSATE) just a wee whittle bitchin’ bit rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555, and yes five and five and five. U want war games with me truckers, I will give them 2U, ya stinking rotten, BASTARD SLIMY SLEAZY FILTHY PUNK-BAGS AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED!!!!!!! Gawky was making Mr. Carey very agitated, after he all ready was up set with his child 4 something she was insisting on doing and he did not want her 2 do it. Well, MY PHILLIES R FUCKED AGAIN, THANKS 2 ALL OF THIS FUCKING BULL SHIT, JUST MARK MY FUCKING WORDS, GIVING UP A 2 AND OH 4 A ROTTEN 2 AND ALL NOW, JUST U FUCKING WATCH AND MARK MY TURDS AND MY PREPRICTIONS. I could tell U what MC was doing but it would not B fair. Here I am an astral traveler, invading the privacy of people’s pasts, I must draw the line on what I tell that IC and witness somewhere. If it was just not so real, so vivid and in living Technicolor with panoramic view and quadraphonic enhanced super high fidelity surround sound, and so bigger than life, I might even dismiss these things, but brother Detective Green, I just cannot dismiss this one nor the immediate RONALD REAGAN COUNTERATTACK THAT WOMO LAYNCHED directly after they followed my kerlian energy back there 2 the Marhouse and I woke up physically. A Mentally Challenged dope addict can C-Y that particular song was part of this I sure hope, Jeese-Louise Fonty surfer dude! I told Y’all what muscles Ed said at work at the garage 2 me not long ago when we discussed Mercenary Employment. Oh well, at least we were not discussing Multiverse-Existors, still ME’s either way. That ME on the roof of 506 Robin Hill was sure a mistake, if only Ida opened my door instead of being King Wussbag the FIRST AND ONLY!!!!!! If this does not break off and my Phillies keep getting damaged, major shit will happen, as I all ready know atomically what is destined on this signature frequency of atomic hyperspace, as I saw it and if they CHANGE IT, it will cause severe weather patterns 2 occur like nothing this part of the hemisphere in the United States has seen 4 hundreds of mother fucking queers. The answer is not blowing in the wind my friend, it is simpler than any ninth dimensional source force could ever B. Fuck with established hyperspace patterns, and quantum foam heats up in tiny areas burning out of existence total pieces of reality, leaving vacuums and portals, STARGATES, small, but big enough 4 example 2 bring in the GIFLIES of Haddonwood. Huge insects that do not come from HERE that have been literally FIXED 2 wipe out humanity, keep fucking with me, I can prove all that I day, and this shit is top4 secret at black ops agency level. Keep fucking the hell with me and I will let out how hurting me is hurting all of the citizenry, and I have proof of Haddonwood and the giflies, or GIANT-FLIES. Gawky said to Mr. Carey that Mark must tell the world about sentence abbrevs in the Gawnum or the secret of the GAS, gee, is Steven King visiting the Marhouse today here in Cannotmakeupmymindinheightville??????? Aniwho, he says that a powerful second level tool in the Gawnum is taking sentences and phrases 2B matched up or compared 4 compatibility, such as “go screw yourself mister New York mail man”. The letters R the first of each word, and in this example thus would B, (G-S-Y-M-N-Y-M-M), since I am ragging on the Milituforce, Mister Jack McCoy, and the evil BRIGGBASE right now as they R persecuting an innocent citizen straight 2 his grave and have been 4 nearly 23 fucking years. Aniwho MCMCAAONMC, then U get the PCN or (Private Cosmicallycoded Number) of these letters, only after getting the first 2 digits, the third digit is not the higher digit minus the lower digit. Instead, with this, it is the sum total of the 2 digits, hence if a PCN starts with 47, the 4 and 7 R then added 2 make digit number 3, or PCN-4711. Now if the first 2 digits add up 2 less than ten, use a 0 for the third digit, as all PCN’s on this system need 2B4 digits in length. Hence if the numbers come 53, the PCN using this system becomes 5308, as 5+3 is 8 and this is less than 10 and needs a zero in the third digit slot 2 keep all of these PCN’s as 4-digit numbers. The smallest is 1102, and the largest is 9918. The basic base 9 going from 11-99 is still functioning here. U will C amazing shit Gawky says when U compare phrases and long sentences of query. I know that all grown up, MC has told me not 2 play with this and 2 stop blogging this, but I did not ask 4 this persecution, I am only in survival mode here, and doing what I must 2B a song stealing BEEGEE, and STAYIN’ ALIVE as best as I can through all of this monstrous and horrendous fucking endless bull shit that I’m forced 2 endure!!!!!! Funny how 1102 as in my 3rd and final tenure at the great ROBIN-HILL (farm outside of HADDONFIELD) where TAWF from 1970 was starting its mission of MARK MOHR DESTRUCT, PROJECT “MARTINOCALLIO99999”, and all from a silly stupid Jimmie horrible life Stuart missing $8,000.00 video arcade in such a fantastically far away locale. No, one day the bail out bastards say no, and then boom, reality shifts and changes. It always either goes their evil wealthy manipulated/controlled way 2 begin with, or they do a Lattisaw and just turn some tapes and move some makes until out from Copperfield’s hat jumps the magic bunny rabbit with a sign pointing at them and reading, “FRANKIE SAYS THEY’LL DO IT THEIR WAY”. Yeah but let me piss on the table, and the prosecutor Wirtz said 2 me and I’ll quote the dude, “I’m glad U didn’t do that, U never would have gotten out of the Atlantic City jail” Yeah I do not know about everything, and big-business is definitely not my thing BRO, but I will say this, and U can eat it 4 damn dinner: Jack McCoy on the great television show “LAW and ORDER” says it perfectly, and I’ll quote him from a Mercedes all the way 2 a raised-right black boy, “There R rules for the wealthy and then there R the rules 4 all the rest of us”, or was it Senator Hopeful from Tennessee who said it? Well it wasn’t said from Tennessee Avenue aniwho, and that’s some plus out of the day. The fucking gods help me, dream on Mountainpen, LITERALLY, while laughing Donna retraces your ass from here 2 eternity. Mighty Earthquakes and wicked volcanoes R right around the trucking corner, watch your back OTAMM SCUM!!!!!!!!! Watch your rotten stinking ugly back!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, all GO and SO, both ZD and AD TECs. All enemies scanned and crushed. G-13, G-14, open command G-189, under CGR-2, and STOP.
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.
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Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ”the ENEMY”. ————————————
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00184, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Tom Reale who molested me as a fifteen year old boy, was a lot more than some ordinary child liking sicko perv. The night he thought PEE SENIOR got at me on the following year, by his outlandish wild behavior when I exited that jitney bus that late night on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, proves that if nothing else does. First off, there is no record criminally whatsoever of this man, and according to all the television and legal authorities, none of these sicko pervs just pick one person and do this shit to them one time, and they don’t have the endless luck of the Irish, and never get caught either, sooner or later, that old wheel spins around and wham, you’re fucking toast, you fagot. Only this never ever happened to this sick mother fucker, but IS HE just a sick mother fucker, or was a lot more going on in the scummer time of 1970? Well, did I really just wake up from a strange dream 38 and a quarter years later, and could some super loud whirlybird really just suddenly appear over the house, as if by Harry Houdini Potter Merlin Huntington, at the split second I said through the phone to lightning, that indeed I just popped out of this wild ass interaction? Well, you all know what Yogi Berra and I think!!!!! LIKE W——O——W.
Good evening good people out here, and greetings from the Mountainpen. Wow what a tangled and deceptive web has become weaved, over an almost 59 year life span!!!
Am I the spider however, RD-ELV-84, and did ‘Michael’ really copy my blog and you, in OHM-9? Who can ever breath-echo really know this, oh great US Copyright Office of Wash-Doc?
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should be obvious to a fucking ass retard, but if not; I know that the military forces of the world understand my strategy and battle tactics 100 fucking percent YO!!!!!
The ‘A’ in Yahoo shows on the chart, my NABES WAKE HIT!!
THE HORRIBLE DAY BROUGHT UP THEIR ”DOW”, MICK!!!
100 MILES PER HOUR, FUNNY BOB, IS MY JOKE BETTER>?
Now remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00 PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog, and every few minutes, the chart will update, ahhh these leevely ol leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl, speeshally ween its on yeer side of the fight, laddies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
THANK YOU BLOGGER, for allowing me the great privilege of doing nearly 8 years of blogs.
WHAT THIS EVIL EMPIRE IS DOING TO ME AND HAS BEEN SINCE 1986, IS NOTHING LESS THAN A VICIOUS FUCKING CRIME THAT NO OTHER CRIME EVER DONE CAN BE PROPORTIONED OR MEASURED AGAINST THIS; NOT EVER.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR WOULD LIKE HIS PAID FOR MORIANITY-FOUNDATION WEB-SITE DISC BACK. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. I PAID ED LYNCH 150 DOLLARS, AND HAD NO IDEA ABOUT HIM BEING ON ANY RESTRICTIONS ABOUT USING COMPUTERS, AND THIS IS THE TRUTH, I WAS IN A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE IN CHATSWORTH, WHERE THINGS WERE DIFFERENT, AND HE WAS ALLOWED TO USE COMPUTERS, JUST NOT INTERNET. PLEASE SEND ME MY PAID FOR LEGALLY WEBSITE, MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. SAY HI TO JOHN JUDY FOR ME, I AM SURE GLAD TO BE RID OF THAT FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, WOW DOES TIME KEEP MOVING RIGHT ALONG, WEEE-NA!
THE MAN WHO STOLE MY TOW TRUCK BACK IN 1979.
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