I AM UNDER LATE MORNING NOISE SIEGE, PAM BONDI, STATE OF FLORIDA POLICE, AND LOCAL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA PEEDEE. IT BEGAN JUST SHY OF NOON, AND LOTS OF JERK OFF ENEMIES ARE ALL AROUND ME TODAY, THE PLACE IS ACTIVE, AND I KEEP HEARING LOUD GHETTO TRASH BOOM BOOM THUD MUSIC.
JOURNAL TAPE 25,800
Let me take a bite out of what is happening, as it is quite major, ladies and gentlemen.
HERE IS THE SHITUATION, INSPECTOR LOUIGEE KENT SUPERHENDERSON. I had just come out of a powerful dreaming experience where Dawn-Marie King in a parallel universe was making hot passionate love to me. After being what you would consider to be ‘awake’ for about twenty minutes or less around ten minutes shy of noon, all hell broke loose with loud booming music attacks, and quite a few doors, that stopped and restarted, and finally calmed down. I was just about to go down and get resident manager Debbie, who is here most Monday’s, to come up and help me in here!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, this keyboard fuck up hack where they do all sorts of things to me while I just normally accurately type words and sentences, SIR, is real bad again, and has been for a few days, please make the water hose bucket nightmares stop, Denise Grobeman, before I sag down into the harbor and float away into a pile of loose stinky rotten fucking shit. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every time I have any enjoyment whether here or somewhere else in the hyperspace with memory of it, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ALWAYS ASSAULTS ME. It is dependable non switch but SWISS clockwork precision. I also have stomach cramps for absolutely no reason this morning, and know this exact feeling by heart. I was struck down hard by this fucking stinking dirt bag diseased government cult called NASA-NSA! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh great and powerful and lovely
Folks, things are very bad for me, and if it does not stop in a short time, I will vanish in the middle of the mother fucking night to MEXICO! If you doubt this, you will find out who is kidding who, mother fucking cunt lappers!!!!!!!!!
A while ago, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There’s no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don’t matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES? Bob McDowell, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND OLD FRIEND FROM 1972, they are hacking my mother fucking computer huge time, please make it stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!!
The shift key hack again, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, sir and pal. That is why the (`~) problem exists, I have come to unravel that little cunt sucking mystery. Well maybe they refuse to learn just what I am able to do to these pricks.
MMMMMMMMMM—-OPEN COMMAND ON G-7 ON MY VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC. MAX POWER, ALL TECHS, ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. FULL ENEMY SCAN. PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT SYSTEM WILL ACTIVATE. A CRUSHED IO IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, EMPOWER THIS NOW, THE TONES WILL BE IN LONG VOWEL (E) SOUNDS.
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eighteenclevergirls and STOP!
They will be real cunt lapping sorry. These mother fucking pricks will ALL DIE AND SO WILL THEIR LOVED ONES, AND THAT IS A TOTAL PROMISE. Even now they keep fucking with the (`~) HACK, really the same old SHIFT-KEY HACK, FCC, Bob McDowell, sir and friend from 1972! They made this cunt lapping day SUPER BOTBAR immediately upon arising from slumber, as they always do if I have what you might cool, ”extra great dreams”. I am sure you recall me telling you all about 1994 and my drive over to the Haddonwood Health club in major overcast skies, yet above me the entire time, was the entire MILITUFORCE, rumbling their loud ”intimidating” jet force!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something huge must be happening on dirt ball WALL STREET, maybe we are ”CROSSING OVER” the fucking cunt lapping 17 thousand mark, but some major shit is going on and I’ll be fucking dialing 911 any second, YO YO YO YO YO and telling my entire life story to Florida authorities, as if they don’t already know it.
APRIL 30, 2014,
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:30,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 87 DEGREES FNHT.
SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR
RED ALERT—RED ALERT
RED ALERT-RED ALERT
RED ALERT-RED ALERT
FUCK YOU MICROSUCKS LIGHT BULB HACKER!!!
Now I must use filler lines to get rid of JANE SLEAZEWITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All I am going to do is tell you that soon to follow blogs will include some major GAWNUM stuff, recent Q&A shit with the magic cat, and all the stuff promised, as well as tying in a lot of more recent shit, and further proving how my hands are not the ones that need washing, distant cousin DAVID.
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This is a story that could go on for 1000 Moby Dick sized books, and I don’t plan on boring you. I call this the end of 82 set up that led to the land of mystery, or for short, the EO1982SUTLTTLOM. I will bore you all at a later time, folks!!!!
Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
WELL, IT IS THEIR FUCKING FUNERAL, AS IF I HAVE TO PUT EVERYONE OUT OF THEIR MISERY, RON WIRTZ SENIOR WITH THE AEB, I WILL, AS A TOTAL LAST RESORT. I TOO HAVE 18 CLEVER GIRLS, ALL WRAPPED INTO ONE POWERFUL BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOLD YOU GINA. THIS IS AS DEPENDABLE AS ANY SWITCH WATCH ON THE PLANET. RUIN MY WEEKEND WITH PERSECUTION, AND UP SHE GOES, THE DOW JONES THAT IS, AND UP, AND YES, UP, AND YES FOLKS, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, WITH OR WITHOUT ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKERS IN THE MULTIVERSE FUCKING MY COMPUTER UP, FCC, OLD PAL, BOB MCDOWELL!!!
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS ENDLESS, LOVELY BABY-BLOND. NOW WE ALL CAN SEE YOU ONE NIGHT IN ARIZONA, THANX.
HELP ME MIDDIE, TRIPLE GODDESS, OH LOVELY GREAT AND POWERFUL BABYLONIAN TEEN-QUEEN!
NOW I AM GOING TO RANDOMLY SELECT A SAFE JOURNAL BLOG, AND SHOW YOU JUST HOW FUCKING POWERFUL THE MAGIC OF MORIANITY REALLY CAN BE, BUT ARE YOU DOING ANY OF THIS IN YOUR LIVES? IF NOT, THEN YOU HAVE NO DESIRE TO TRY AND PROVE ME WRONG EVEN THOUGH YOU MOST LIKELY THINK I AM JUST A BIG OLD UGLY FAT WORTHLESS FUCKING CRACKPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But is that a fair assessment? If I can prove to you this is all real and so am I, and you don’t allow the proof and instead just make up your mind as though you’re all god almighty, well, you see the flaw in mommy’;s fucking keyboards from petahell theories from late 1988 in Munikay Moorestown!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0210
KING NEBNOOSHOO
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE 4: “AWAKENED TO DEATH SIEGE BY DIRT SCUM”
I POSTED UP MY LAST BLOG AND WENT TO BED. I WAS AWAKENED TO A MOTHER FUCKING FIRE ALARM, 2 MINUTES SHY OF THE MOTHER FUCKING OPENING BELL ON WALL STREET IN NEW YORK, NEW YORK, SO I AM POSITIVE THAT THEY WILL GET ANOTHER SUGER BANG UP BULLISH DAY ON THEIR CROOKED DISEASED STOCK MARKET. ON TOP OF THAT, THEY WOKE ME UP TO A MONSTROUS MOTHER FUCKING SORE THROAT. MAYBE I WILL NEED TO GO TO THE ACADEMY ROAD EXIT OFF OF INTERSTATE-95, AFTER BEAMING BOTH MY CAR THERE, AND BEFORE DOING THAT; BEAMING IT OVER TO 5133 OAKLAND STREET, ALL IN EARLY 1988 OF COURSE, AND ALL WITH PERMISSION OF COURSE, FROM THE GREAT COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS, DOWN IN WASHINGTON—-***13***—-DC, WHERE THE STATUTORY AGE OF FEMALE SEXUAL CONSENT, IS QUITE YOUNG; AND A WELL GUARDED SECRET, THAT MANY QUITE KNOWLEDGABLE PEEPS, ARE TOTALLY UNAWARE OF.
Yes my poor lymph notes and glands tend to get calcified and inflamed, when the MOVERS use their great STROBE-LIGHT for so many mother fucking evil demonic purposes. This is because they fuck me up with horrible CHEMTRAILS, so that my body then needs to try and fight off infection, and many other symptoms, listed on certain many magical time tapes. Yes, yes, there are lots of powerful things going on, far beyond all the ‘powerful stuff’ we can ever hope to view on our television sets, my friends out here in 49 states, and also of course, Missouri, and the rest of the world, including Alaska and Hawaii. My mom, wrote to a man in 1986, begging for his help. His name was Chuck Colson, the great born-again-Christian, who placed ‘GOD’ above worldly things and ‘stuff’. He was the ‘HATCHET MAN’ for our great President, Richard Nixon, who was so famous for so many great things, unfortunately also for the break in of the Democratic Office Building in 13-WDC, or the WATERGATE BUILDING.
657 and 123, nineteen years have come and gone, I thought I knew most everything, and far beyond my heart’s control, were four powerful things, these being, codes we shared so secretly, and all that’s left is our sweet song, until you showed me the songs we’d sing, and last but by no means least; broken dreams dance rock and roll, and yes, all this wild bullshit was more than 28 years ago, black, even, high, and Roulette games, and I was down in Atlantic City many days in 1983, playing this great game in our wonderful casinos, in a city that is more special on this planet than almost any other, akin perhaps only to Nazareth in Jerusalem, and Huntington, New York; but then, I am not allowed to tell any more shit about any of this, on PAIN OF GRIFFIN PIPE DEATH, right Callio Callisurdo????????
Many movers came to me and talked to me, while others simply played and messed with me. The greatest one of all was in the summer time in the year of 1974, over at the greatest rooming-house on the planet, on Stenton Place, in Atlantic City, where the great Tropicana Casino came to stand not that long after all of this other shit was born into the cosmos. This great MOVER remains nameless, and I literally watched him vanish, and he came out of nowhere as well. He did not to move into another space, but into another time. He left right after telling me, that Jimmy Hoffa’s body; is behind a secret panel, in the deep basement, or someplace in the mighty hotel on Tennessee Avenue, called the Pittsburgh; owned by who else, but the mighty ass hole jerk off White-Slave-King, of the 20th century; along with his mob boss pal of Chicago-fire, Illinois, ROBERT MCGUIRE, YO. By the way, the owner of the rooming-house was an extremely beautiful breathtaking lad, by the name of Selena Dada. Before I ever introduced my father to the great Frank Lombardo and other Philly Crime boss families, who all became very good friends, and hated me for not respecting my father enough; by warning Frank to keep his hands in his pockets, whenever my Dad was around, WOW GEE, my dad, my kid, I am rapidly running out of safe-hands, but then, if I had kept the tape, the entire world might be quite a bit different right now, and possibly short one fantastic musical artist, so we will leave all that where it is, as opposed to MOVING anything around.
In closing out, just as mysteriously as my agonizing sore throat came on me, it vanished away. No time for any lethargy, only blogging; but what was blogging in late 1983, I don’t know, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Can’t admit to a thousand a week either, you know, IRS, and other things. Only trouble is, Richard Karpf of New Jersey started lots of street talk, and this was 17 years before any flash-mobs ever got started, or blogs, or endless repeats of high school loops and horror show days, Beetlejuices all notwithstanding of course, so let me PRESS ON, MISS LEE. MI, I tried my best to tell you to get away from the chemtrails of that rotten city, and you were too busy chasing your kitty cat. I love you, you do not have to chase me, or tell me I cannot escape. I am always right here for you, my account is open again, and I have numbers, but I do not want Mister Hammers to hub cap me again. It seems only MOVING and properly fitting, that in the early seventies, the two largest banking institutions on this planet; were Chase, and Chemical National. You chase me, and Chemicals came close to doing a Tower of Babylon on both of us, WOW, is this really a grouping of crazy words, or are some mountains really full of gold, and special minors? I will not ever try giving away great Fascitar secrets, let alone other ten dollar gifts, for free. I do not enjoy Robert McGuire destroying my property, or burning and or torching other stick-stuff. You have one very dangerous distant cousin, MC; but you know this, and I am not any longer in any position to offer up advice, but still; I am very proud of you; and happy that you did in fact finish up at the fields, and I saw you at your 20th reunion there, as you know; they televised it in the summer of oh-eight. As always, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire place. Of course, your great family made me lose all of my most precious possessions, this video tape being amongst these items, oh well, great SSJKK, you are inside of me, always, that cannot be taken from me, not even by your mighty cousin of fire. You know, he broke the heart of one of your own peeps of yesteryear, poor little Janis. You are nothing at all like your cousins, and I am so very proud of you ‘MY’.
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I TOLD YIU GINA. THIS IS AS DEPENDABLE AS ANY SWITCH WATCH ON THE PLANET. RUIN MY WEEKEND WITH PERSECUTION, AND UP SHE GOES, THE DOW JONES THAT IS, AND UP, AND YES, UP, AND YES FOLKS, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, WITH OR WITHOUT ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKERS IN THE MULTIVERSE FUCKING MY COMPUTER UP, FCC, OLD PAL, BOB MCDOWELL!!!
Yes sir, yes ma’am, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKERS ARE ALL ALIVE AND WELL, UNFUCKINGFORTUNATELY; AND LIVING ON PLANET HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK!!!!
“I HAVE COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT FOLKS”. They’ve worn me down to a frazzle.
FCC BOB old buddy, they are on my mouse and shift key and spacer key BIG ASS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO,HELLLLLLLP!
APRIL 29, 2014, TUESDAY EVENING AT 5:23, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT. DOWN FROM 88 A FEW HOURS AGO, AND NICE AND OVERCAST FOR A COUPLE HOURS ALSO!
LET US TAKE A BITE OUT OF SOME NEW MAJOR ASS SHIT, SHALL WE GOOD FOLKS??????????
Folks, the old school is gone. It does not pay to try, it does not pay to be good, and it certainly does not pay to think and live the way we all did, back in those oh so great yesterdays. Adapt to this new age garbage or drown. Well gurgle gurgle gurgle then, for me, good people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No sir world, being tenacious is not a new age politically fucking correct thing to be any more. If it is done romantically, YOU ARE A STALKER, and if it is done to try and get what is rightfully yours; you will ALWAYS END UP GETTING WORSE OFF FOR TRYING TO UNCOVER COVERT SHIT CAUSING YOUR WOES! Lovely new times, Planet Earth!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
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A while ago, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There’s no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don’t matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES? Bob McDowell, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND OLD FRIEND FROM 1972, they are hacking my mother fucking computer huge time, please make it stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!!
DEAR DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING SHIT. PLEASE BE BRACED!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, whoever is doing this to me, IS TO BE KILLED, ON MY VOICE PRINT, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AND CLEVERGIRLS-18, AND S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes that wonderful movie that came out about a year into my fucking cunt blogging career, you know, the shark tossing bed breaking neurotic super-girl JENNY, is just the tip of the iceberg about my problems with what you might call, and Jim Burr knew all about it in the fucking cunt seventies, ”SUPERGIRLS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE WE GO AGAIN WITH SHIT HEAD JANE MOTHER FUCKING WHORE ‘NOTFONDAU ONEBIT WATERWITCHBITCH’. THIS PIECE OF SHIT JUST FUCKING CUNT NAILED ME, AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, BUT NOW I KNOW (LIGHT-BULB-HACKER) WHY. SEE HOW THIS POPPED ON RIGHT HERE TOO, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, SIR AND PAL? SOMEHOW, THEY MAKE PAGE 10 OF 10 TRICK ME AND IT IS SOMEHOW NOT REALLY PAGE 10. IT CANNOT BE, AS WHEN I USE MOTHER FUCKING FILLER LINES TO TAKE UP PAGE SPACE TO AVOID PAGE FUCKING CUNT EATING ELEVEN; IT STILL IS PAGE ELEVEN A PAGE LATER, AND I GET CUNT EATING FUCKING ASS CREWED EVERY SINGLE TIME, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER NOW OLD FRIEND; WHEN WE BOTH COULD REALLY USE THE POOR DUMB 1972 BASTARD?????????????????????????????
If anyone out here cared one smidgen about what happens to me, as they do not of course, this would have been globally fucking cunt exposed by now, with all my proof and all my shit I’ve fucking cock sucking told to this evil rotten fucking ass world, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before we get into the heart of this REVENGE BLOG which will only be starting a major conversation most likely with myself, dear dfiary-journal; but let me post up my normal paste in jobs and then to quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back to this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from NASA-CULT, or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from these Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms?
Only a few hits on my blog have happened between Sunday and Tuesday, and nobody responds to my e-mails, but when they want something from me, they link right in, right Papa Harner Hillpines??????????????????????????
EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN 1997. I HAVE MATCHED TIMES AND DATES AND MAJOR HIGH BOTBAR SHIT PATTERNS, TO CERTAIN LIFE PATTERNS, AND IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO A POWERFUL AND TOTALLY UNDENYABLE CONNECTION TO THE ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJK OR ISISCYLLA. THIS IS ‘FREAKING FUN CITY’, WITH QUINTESSENTIAL SARCASM ADDED IN.
THIS IS NOT A SUNRAM RED ALERT, TO EVER BE ECLIPSED BY ANY PARANORMAL ACTIVITY or water-bucket dreams of oh-eight, DOCTOR MARK ASSHOLE WOLF AND PARTNER, on Main Street, in Moorestown, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On top of all of this, beginning on the tenth of April, yesterday, MICROSUCKS, just as the television news spot foretold, made a major change that has effected my machine, and I’ll need to keep it on a sleeping mode now which hackers fucking cunt love, but I have no choice. Otherwise, you go to fucking shutdown, and it updates and fails and reconfigures when it is reactivated, and fails, and I do not think this is good for the computer, so I must now leave it on. OH NO MARK WAYNE FUCKING ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, DO NOT LEAVE IT ON, THAT IS THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO. WHERE IS THE LEGISLATION IN THIS COUNTRY FOR THOSE ON FIXED INCOME, OR ARE ALL OF YOU IN MICROSUCKS DEEP ASS FUCKIN G WIORLD CONTROLLING POCKETS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! DOES LIFE FUCKING SUCK AND STINK, FOR THE CHOSEN FUCKING CUNT HUNTINGTON; OR IS IT ALL IN MY CUNT EATING SICKO IMAGINATION FOR 60 COCK SUCKING ASS YEARS, GOOD PEEPS OF PLANET EARTHACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK?? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME MISTER MCNULTY?????????????????????????
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don’t fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery; whatever color we both really are, lovely 1969 Tennessee Avenue boardwalk on-ramp SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say hello to the KING. For his brother, you may need Mom’s great powerful candles!!!!
YES THIS IS A SUNRAM RED ALERT FROM 1960 AND 1970, DOCTOR MARK WOLF. THIS IS NO CUNT LAPPING DRILL, GARY MITCHELL FAWCESLINKED, FOR CRISSAKE!!!!!!!!!! Edges and centers of galaxies, give me a space station break Margie fucking Leo of 1985, this cannot all be some absurd collection of nothingness and mental disease, as the odds would be about a vigintillion to fucking one against that being fucking possible. Ask the great NYC Professor Kaku, and don’t even think about taking me at my word on that, or parking across from Cifaloglio’s garage of camera kicks, or the gods totally forbid, ripping off Cuzz Donnie’s weave. So where are all of the green-codes of Roller-skaters Rinkville, you EXPLORATRON SUPERMIND SOCIETY CULT FROM THE MOTHER FUCKING DISEASED DIRT BAG BRIGGBASE????????????????? Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
CUT IT ANY WAY YOU WANT, SAY A PRAYER OR A CHANT OVER IT FOR ALL I GIVE A SHIT EATING HELL, AS IT WILL STILL ALWAYS COME UP THAT EVERYTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE THING, FOLKS!!
Yes, bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman, and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in your classroom; ”a man”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me wonder what you knew back then as well, along with hallway communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends, and Marola and her school play insistence wisdom. Don’t even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!
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Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! Holy mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire; but I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT IS WHAT IT IS, JUST AS DAWN-MARIE KING SO OFTEN SAID TO ME, BACK IN THE YEARS OF LOVELY 2008 AND 2009, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!! SHE ALSO SAID A LOT, AND I TOTALLY AGREE WITH HER, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN OR BELIEVE MY NIGHTMARE.
The wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand involved me and my car and an incredible repeat or recurring dream with NICK, not at night, although these events have sort oh hyper-atomically fused together all by themselves recently in the past couple of decades. ‘42,000’ is a magic number. Just watch and see, if some huge thing, is not all connected; right here in this universe, with that fucking number; ladies and gentlemen!!!!
Oh boy, life stinks!
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Say what George Jefferson???????
***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO CLAN OF CHAPPAQUIDDICK BRIDGE FAMILIES OF SWEPT AWAY ROSS SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dress shop, gimme’ a break, you wanted to have your own place since you were nine years old, girl, so what’s with this 1983, “I don’t need this no how, no nothing” garbage, or lovely girls trying to send me messages decades later that it wasn’t you when we all know that it was you?????????????????????
YOU CANNOT KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE YOUR ROTTEN GUTS JANE FONDA FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME THAT NIGHT BACK IN 1993 AT THE BALL-PARK, YOU ROTTEN MISERABLE MONSTER-SLAPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey’s class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. He seemed to do the very same thing with her, up in the future by 20 years give or take, that he did only a few years away with Donna Summer, naming his ugly harbor tub, the PRINCESS, right after I copyrighted my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT PROJECTS, really the first one in 1988, misspelled on the copyright forms, and is why the words ‘sic’ appear on the title block on these forms that I now will re-post so that you can all see; which stands for Spelled In-Correctly. When patters continue to reflect a repeating item of anything is happening, the odds increase exponentially, that it is all just up in someone’s mind or just a big ass fucking coincidence. One time, that’s one thing, but then there came Mister Macy. Now at this point of things, I was at Jenny’s Park and living a hermits life, not yet blogging on the net, as I had yet to meet Chris Bennett, who started all of this by telling me that maybe I need to do this to tell my story. But my real point on all of this is that all this time I had no clue how this was all done, or even a clue as to why. Now with the ESS, it all comes together so incredibly, that to quote the CCR Band of the sixties, I can feel this thing’s fucking disease. And no, Jane and her weeds are not the only disease in town, not with all of this shit for the past 30-60 mother fucking years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.
WHY NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR recurring nightmare school, THAT WAS FINALLY FOUND WHILE I WAS KINDNAPPED BY THE MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EM!!!!!!!!!!
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DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY YOUTH DETENTION Buffalo Ave. & Duerer St. Egg Harbor City, NJ 609-965-3583 609-965-7962 (FAX) Kimery Lewis, Superintendent Wayne Ford, Assistant Superintendent Program Description Mission Statement Program Goals Primary Services Admission Criteria Visiting Hours Dept. of Public Safety Home Page YOUTH DETENTION – HARBORFIELDS
PROGRAM DESCRIPTION Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for males. MISSION STATEMENT Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal responsibility. Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs. With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is making a difference in the lives of youth. PROGRAM GOALS Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities. PRIMARY SERVICES 1. Counseling Component – Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social workers. 2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the expectation that youth will return to the regional public school or transitional school. 3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services Commission, as needed. 4. Recreation and Athletics are conducted in the facility gymnasium by the Physical Education Teacher provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District. 5. Sex Education and Parenting classes are provided by an on-site Program Specialist. 6. Community involvement is maintained through special events which include speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg Harbor, members of the police department, and people from other walks of life. 7. In House Detention Program – The facility manages a 10 slot program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth continue in usual community activities pending court appearance. ADMISSION CRITERIA Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded to Harborfields. VISITING HOURS Sunday 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM – Family & Friends Thursday 7:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Parents Only Visitation Requirements:
Visitors must present proper ID Visitors under 18 must be accompanied by an adult. No former residents are allowed to visit. Special visits available upon request, with approval of the Superintendent. You know that old expression, ”GET REAL”. Well, let’s, Herby and George and Everett. Why did Dawn King know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life, was so interconnected with the larger extended family, unless all the things that Morianity and my blogs have taken us for more than eight years, are indeed, all true and totally correct?????????? YOU GO, OLD coworker and pal, ‘Bob Schleigh’ from Mac Andrews in 1980!
What DREAMS really are, is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream books on the planet. If this sounds arrogant, all I can do is apologize my good people, but truth it truth, and there is plenty of freaking dog shit that I do not know squat beans about!!!!!! You see peeps, there is the MAGIC TRIANGLE OF REALITY, (DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, & EXPLORATRONS)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Know this, and you know the real power behind any and all secrets being hidden by any and all world governments, I promise you that!
NOW WE WILL TALK ABOUT THINGS THAT THIS BLOG OF TODAY IS ALL ABOUT, FOLKS. There will be some hard punches thrown, if not in the mood, come back when you are, YOU HAVE BEEN POLITELY WARNED, as I am one fucking pissed off little old guy right this minute!
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Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. And it is not ignorance that I can repair, as you must fucking experience that I am being on the level with all of you 100% for yourselves, I cannot ever make you see, and when you ever do see, and it is doubtful, you will look me up and go nuts, and say WOW, about 42,000 fucking times, at over 100 decibels. I PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, what I just said! So let us begin with this, peeps.
As you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several fronts. As I speak, the GUEST DOOR SLAMMER HOLLERER is back here at roughly just past fucking seven this evening, and the temperature shot back up a bit recently also. Weather-Bug shows a display at bottom-screen and every degree of outside change if I am typing here, I know about!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another thing you do not believe for the most part is that all things do indeed work for both bad or good, but together. Rarely do 3 things happen good and then 3 bad, all in the same few hours, it goes one way, or the other way, IT DOES NOT FUCKING ALTERNATE, if things were free as you think they are, and not connected in some force controlled cosmos invisibly and covertly; then this WOULD NOT be the fucking case, just think rationally about what I am telling you, a child can see it is the fucking cunt truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could make you archive things yourself, but you would just silently tell me, “FUCK YOU FATASS MOUNTAINPEN”, so I will not give you a lot of old places to mouse click around on my blog-archive sections to the right of those little bullets. I will just re-tell, and as I do, I will always be able to mix in the new time and new day and new life of current and present day, along with the older shit I have told. The times have as spirit to them, there really is such as thing as the spirit of the times, and if you do not believe that, try getting as parents, into the lives and I mean the whole 27 feet of it, of your teen kids. They block you out with a million code words and codes of many sorts and types, and we all did the same thing to our parents, and this is powerful truth, because as you start to recall how you too did this as a child and a teen, you will begin to refocus better on the present time with your offspring. I know that many are thinking, gee shit head, you cannot seriously think about giving us advice, you can;t get along with your family, your kid hates your guts, and you live in your spirit with your hyperspace daughter, and no matter how you slice it, you are nuttier than fucking shit and we just enjoy reading you and laughing at you, cock knocker. Fine, but this true or untrue bunch of fucking crap, does not alter the reality that I do indeed have stuff to impart, and it does not matter about my miserable fucking enemies or my rotten family; or WHATEVER; Congressman, old pal from 1975.
Rather than get into all this type of shit and put myself in a really nasty ass fucking miserable mood and frame of mind, I am going to divert down a few side-streets here, from the main boulevard yet all the while, remain focused on basically telling what I want told today, as a total fucking revenge tactic for all my recent fucking ass hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are not going into the going back to sleep after being up for a short couple minutes at mid-sleep, and controlling dreams, nor are we going to give out instructions again right now on this blog for the 6-10 Fascitar, the waking freeze, and getting past the fear and willing yourself onto a higher plane, and how beyond wild the experience will be, that can all wait, and I will retell it soon, I promise. Today, I am going to say one other great big thing instead, good folks. Before I tell what I want, I am going to brace up and risk telling something huge that most likely will be an error I’ll reflect back on all through the rest of the decade here and there, and beat myself up over, big time, but I am just totally compelled to reveal what happened outside the building where I live yesterday. As you know, I told you my resident manager D.M. And I spoke briefly. I did not tell you that in a round about and extremely clever way, she told me she knew my entire story and not from anything online as many who know a bit here and there have indeed read a few things online, but that she knows directly, and that my problem is not curable, but that she is planning to at least help, since the peeps behind it are so diabolical and rotten. Basically, and this is all paraphrased, and may not be fully accurate but I promise you it is close to full blown reality; and that is that when certain things are done, there may be a prosecution, and if this happens, I can then take some really big stuff into a civil court and with her testimony, I may have to wait a few years but I will be swimming in the moolah. You see, once prosecuted, laws here in this state, allow a large latitude for using successful prosecutions criminally to be used against conspirators civilly in a trial, you all know the story, I speak of the original trouble we all know about, or should, from the middle nineties, with the JUICE, and his problem. Most states if the trial is lost criminally, and ask Marsha Clark the other curly haired lovely girl, if this is true or false, but then you do not stand much chance in a civil proceeding. In Florida, as in California, even a loss can result is a successful lawsuit, but a successful prosecution on stuff that has all been done to me for a very ,long time, means that in a civil trial, and with her as a witness, I am a shoe in for living in a condo penthouse up in Vero Beach without a care in the word, even if it means I am in my middle sixties. At least I’ll go out like a KING, in more ways than one, for all that these lovely KINGS have indeed done to me, Mister Cable from the BANK OF NEW JERSEY-1978, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I KNOW I MADE A BIG MISTAKE IN SAYIN G ALL THIS, and I could have misread half a dozen things said, but I do not think I did. In any event, a lot of folks are being watched very carefully, and maybe this explains a recent drop off in my viewing audience, as I really do not believe anyone who is on my side one bit, is out here. If I am wrong, you HAVE MY GENUINE APOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we will get to the lessons that advance us into new stages, regarding proving me right or wrong, and really major shit about exploratronics, and so on and so forth, as the 800 section comes in, beginning with my very next blog work, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
All I am going to do is tell you that soon to follow blogs will include some major GAWNUM stuff, recent Q&A shit with the magic cat, and all the stuff promised, as well as tying in a lot of more recent shit, and further proving how my hands are not the ones that need washing, distant cousin DAVID.
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This is a story that could go on for 1000 Moby Dick sized books, and I don’t plan on boring you. I call this the end of 82 set up that led to the land of mystery, or for short, the EO1982SUTLTTLOM. I will bore you all at a later time, folks!!!!
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Now I am wondering right about now, and must indeed ask this. Does anybody out here remember this writing by me, from last weekend; after my nabes made me so miserable???????????????
”YES YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO, GUESS WHO THE LIAR WILL BE, COME NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK?”
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AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY, SIR.
YES SIR AND MA’AM, I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS WILD UNSPEAKABLE NIGHTMARE SINCE AUGUST 15 OF 1986. I AM NOT A PROPHET OR SOME DREAMBOAT ANNIE WILSON MAGIC MOM, MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY REASON I KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IS BECAUSE THIS IS SO ”YESTERDAY’S NEWSPAPER” THAT IT SMELLS IN REVERSE!!!!!!
As for Monday, it was a quiet day for a change, and why not; since all of the damage was done, over the freaking weekend; and SOSO-WEIN???????????????
Now this is going to be a glorified tweet blog, as the big stuff will all be told in the next several blogs as the 25 thousand 800’s come in. For right now, I just need you to see that I am not making up any of this, you heard me, not ANY OF IT, and a few out here know that this goes beyond all the biggest shit on any documentary show or syfy movie. You can just about double it and not be exaggerating this powerful and surreal truth. Here goes the fucking (` HACK) again, Bob-FCC, pal!
Please do not underplay the following words, as they are every bit as powerful as my telling you the Dow Jones would fly up Monday and this entire week, and IT WILL, without any girls, curls, or JENNY JOHNSONS of the Shark Tossers Club! They can do what they want to at the Vatican, but this is totally real and requires no faith to believe, just as auto-reverse automobile cassette tape decks of the past, or chocking Deezy Slims from hyperspace parallel Cifaloglio’s. Ga’hed and just tell me, you won’t hurt my screwed up whittle feelings folks, JUST WHY WOULD I MAKE ALL THIS SHIT UP? ——– No matter how many times I try and redo shit, the original shit stays pasted in each time. I try and change kemtrails to chemtrails or change simple grammatical errors, or even make small error adjustments in facts such as Lewis and Clark’s great historical expedition, and I notice it cannot be changed. Hell, even the supposed Holy Bible ain’t this mother fucking ”MAGICAL”.
SAY LEVY, JOEPAUL DEEPOCEANS!!!
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I have lived under this assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long enough, and then some; to know exactly how this all works, and how these deranged sicko monsters play the game along with me, called, ”GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. But as my Journal tape eight hundreds come in, this game will be major ass explored, my good peeps. Thank you for staying with me, even without the Roseann Delaney Linkup of all good howling Dick White-circle Moon Wolves, and vampires; everywhere. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Now I bought a few movie tapes today and also picked up my medication for my 1983 mystery-condition from Atco at 134 Norris Kicker Avenue, Cifaloglio Garage. Distant jet haze was dissipating all around the higher sky elevations, nothing real bad. All else was very quiet. But when I left the building, Debbie was sitting outside by herself, and I was discussing the removal of the screen doors that will be taking place in the first few days of next month, as always, when I will be at my doctor for my quarter annual appointment, but that is par for the course. I asked if it would make things seem noisier with only one door, and she said it actually will be better and explained why. Then without me saying a word, she blew my mind and told me that he had been yelling at my noisy nabes as there have been complaints. Other things were said but it is too dangerous to get into. I have learned how I am always my own worst enemy, just as the old saying goes. I will say this much. It left me mind blown, and should make some of my enemies sweat a bit, but whether or not they do, the same eventual outcome will be there. The only thing that can alter it is if I say too much more on this blog.
Ann King if you are out there, you were so totally right about my kid. But then, what else do you now that you never told me after you guys all SS kidnapped me back in middle 2008?????????? You see, just because she is right, does not make her a nice lovely person. I was, as I am so many times, quite disappointed with that outcome, but then again, is it real or is it Memorex? Maybe it was Ann and Dawn, and then maybe these were guests from parallel universes, nocturnally exploring and playing with me in one of the accepted PLAYFIELDS of the great BRIGGBASE! I do not need the great QUANTUM FUTURE GROUP to tell me anything about hyperspace or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, (T3E)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you very much, Mister Robertson, 227 times over!
MY LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKER IS ALIVE AND WELL. You may all disagree with me, and are TOTALLY ENTITLED TO your MASHELL DANIELS 1980 OPINION. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Yes folks, They’ve worn me down to a total frazzle.
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APRIL 28, 2014,
TUESDAY MORNING AT 12:28,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.
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DEAR DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING SHIT. THOSE OF FAINT HEART MAY SKIP THIS PART OF MY BLOGS. THOSE WHO DO NOT MIND HEARING ME TELL IT FROM THE HEART, STAY RIGHT HERE. THIS BLOG WIL NOT BE FREE OF LOTS OF PROFANITY EITHER.
THIS WAS HELL TODAY AT THIS NIGHTMARE PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING. EVEN NOW AT 12:36 IN THE CUNT CHEWING MORNING, A FIRE ALARM THAT IS EAR PIERCING IS GOING OFF. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO LIVE WITH AND CONTEND WITH, AND NO ONE AT ALL GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ME ONE BIT. THEY TOOK EVERYTHING I HAD, AND LEFT ME HERE TO DIE, UNCARING ROTTEN FUCKING BASTARDS AND CREEPS THAT THEY ALL ARE; AND THERE IS A HOT PLACE IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM. I KNOW THIS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY COCK SUCKING HEART!!!!!!!
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At 11:43, the authorities came onto the scene and deactivated the fire alarm, and are here now as I type this live. I know they all know what ISIS had put me through since she was 10 in 1980, and nobody can stop an almighty all powerful all knowing psychotic super girl goddess, movies or no movies of shark tossing in twenty OHM-7. Oh boy, I am total fucking toast at C-SQ, and I know it! Unfortunately for me, I am LIVING ON PLANET EARTHACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, SOMEWHERE ‘HELLISH-SOUTH’ OF THE LOCALIZED GROUPING OF FUSION REACTORS, THAT LIES APPROXIMATELY 20-300 TRILLION MILES AWAY, BEGINNING AROUND ALPHA CENTORI, WHICH IS OUR SECOND CLOSEST SUN (STAR), AND YES I AM QUITE SURE IT IS MISSPELLED AND MSC OFFERS ME NO HELP AS USUAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes that wonderful movie that came out about a year into my fucking cunt blogging career, you know, the shark tossing bed breaking neurotic super-girl JENNY. Imagine being able to toss one of these guys around? You rock Jenny, only we all know who this is really supposed to be. The one and only Queen of Babylon, without any train hurl.
I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!
Folks, I was brought up to be tenacious and fight and not give up. The old school values I was taught, hold little value in these new times. I fight to do things, and all I get for my fucking trouble each time is pure fucking grief. I tried and tried with the forces of hell against me, to do that song in 2012, “You’ll Be Crossing Over”, and look where it got me. Right into a land of 100% mother fucking BOTBAR, 1986 and 1997 all over again. In 1983 I tried and tried and tried to get to the bottom of who was fucking messing with me on the phone when this all started when my phone number in Atco, New Jersey was (609) 768-3573. What did I get but inability to ever do so, and what followed was death, agony, choking, and a life of hassles, and a better word choice being; a living sub death infinite hell, right endless night crappy cuzz Castle Krassle????????????????????????
Folks, the old school is gone. It does not pay to try, it does not pay to be good, and it certainly does not pay to think and live yesterday, as these days are gone, or maybe Professor Kaku old buddy, they were never even there to start with. If memories change in all directions off center-line regular time, there is no decent point of reference for any kind of true observation of anything, and all my words will be gibberish no matter what. Who can know these things, other than maybe for my 1975 moving crew????????? Watch out for that flashlight moon and that stupid fake white circle Dick Wolf moon. What an insult to Goddess Diana. She is the most beautiful moon in the dam galaxy and you put up a fake white circle. What a sin.
No sir world, being tenacious is not a new age politically fucking correct thing to be any more. If it is done romantically, YOU ARE A STALKER. If it is done to try and get what is rightfully yours, you will ALWAYS END UP GETTING WORSE OFF FOR TRYING TO UNCOVER COVERT SHIT CAUSING YOUR WOES! I could go on but if I have not made my pernt here today Archie Bunker, I QUIT, and will not be tenacious about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another annoying mother fucking hack, Bob McDowell, FCC, is every time UI try and hold down the shift key and start to hit the ~ button so that by making half a line of this symbol and then hitting enter, it gives you a double line separater, and fuck you, I’ll use that word, it fits what I need to tell, and screw it if it is not a fucking word, but when I start, it somehow acts as though I am not hitting the shift key and one of these symbols comes out ` instead of the ~ symbol, and then it freezes. These mother fucking hackers that love to play with people’s word programs are so mother fucking sick in the fucking cunt eating head and annoying, you see if I was king or owner of the world, folks that torment and tease would all be stoned with stones until they die, just like out of the fucking old Testament Christian Bible, and I am not joking. The only way to stop evil and evil fucking cunt peeps, is to stone them dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a major literal advocate of Old Testament Biblical punishments for breaking the basic laws that make life on Earth either great or hell, if kept or broken. Think about it a second before you call me some austere evil fucking monster from the cave days, YO!!!!!!!
I will not ever change my ways, just because this world has gone fucking nuts with all this stupid ass social media and all this computerized fucking horse shit. None of this fucking shit is for me, and nobody is going to make me fucking change or adapt, FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, FCC, sir, the fucking FUCKIGN HACK is real bad again, sir!!!!!! Also the `HACK again, sir.
You see folks, these cunt eating mother fucking NSA bastards and these FORTUNE 500 drip shit morons have nothing better to do with their lives than to sit around tearing wings off of bumble bees and butterflies, and this should fucking make my dam ass daughter mad at them, not fucking ass me, you see, this is what makes no sense. No I’m not being cute. Am I the only one that heard what happened as a result of these dam jet trails? And just to keep a huge secret closeted, an entire career is ruined, and I am the mother fucking prick? WOW, Stacey-Macy- Mackey, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM goes the fucking door, 911 authorities, at 1:26 AM, and I’ll be calling soon.
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I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, I PROMISE YOU THAT!
APRIL 27, 2014, SUNDAY MORNING AT 1:30 HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
DEAR DIARY JOURNAL: I AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER, AND THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR. NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United States freaking constitution actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides in great Mother Russia; to do what he did. It also instructs the rest of us pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state, huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker???????????????????
A while ago, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There’s no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don’t matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?
Sarah didn’t want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna’ blow her fuse.
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This is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can’t peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you’re 90, not 45. If you’re rich, you’re rich, and if you’re fucking ass dirt poor like me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can’t get away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8 years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to nobody’s and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS?
Humanity via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a century ago. We’ve been taken over by automation, and when any of us really need help, good luck getting any from a robot or an android, for at least 100 years. Advanced Robotics classes and late Aprils from 2011; hay Margie Leo, do you think I can ask you here to please cut me a tiny little break.
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 allover again.
Well, whether she watches the show or has an entirely different viewpoint of a one gender only sweet-16 party, I’ll say one thing for my teen-queen SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE. No matter what she does to me, wolf wolf wolf wolf, I will always love her so, and I need her precious codes to show, just as I came to understand that I did in 1983. How could a 13 year old human girl pull all that off dear world and dear diary? Well, the answer is so simple it is ass biting. She couldn’t. I just want her to know that I fear and love her and always have and always will, have mercy on me Triple Goddess Middie.
THANK YOU TEEN QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world of hyperspace dreamers, I am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown; and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to teen-queen SJK.
Folks, one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet can be found with one little click of a mouse, on the link I now supply with you, below, so enjoy it. There is more happening in the combined imaginations of Mister Horatio and Mister Shakespeare, in their wildest dreams.
FOLKS, THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE, OR JUST THE ‘SPIRIT-WORLD’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[ 22 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204017 1980
One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my great kid has; W—O—W!
O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE EVERYTHING. If you have read or even gleamed over the past nearly hundred months of MORIANITY BLOGS, and cannot see this incredible shit, I in all truth and honesty can say to you that I FEEL SORRIER FOR YOU THAN I DO FOR MYSELF. Why live, dead? If you cannot see all of this, you are dead. I do not envy dead people like I did back in 1986 when I would enter New Jersey cemeteries, and scream at all of them, how lucky they all are in there. I learned my lesson on doing things such as this, and even relieving my bladder tensions, right at folks’ final resting sites.
YES SIR, I AM SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”,
YOU RAVISHING GORGEOUS KITE FLYING TEEN-GODDESS!!!!
Yes the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses Marola, 1969, and so much more; No I do not keep track any more; not of this, or anything else that is major frikkin’ depressing. Who needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????
Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!
We will be going into the exact instructions for any of you to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON!
JUST GIVE THINGS A CHANCE TO SETTLE IN YOUR MINDS, WE WILL SOON BE ENTERING AN AREA WHERE I TELL IN DETAIL HOW TO PROVE ME RIGHT OR WRONG ON EVERY AND ANY THING SPOKEN BY ME ON THESE 100 MONTHS OF BLOG WORK, FOLKS, SO BE PATIENT, AND DON’T BE LIKE DAWN-MARIE KING!!!! GET THAT???
I would rather move forward and worry more about what the GUESTS in my universe are up to today and tomorrow, and stop playing endless super sleuth with shit done by them in the past. I may very well be totally stuck with these GUESTS, continually CROSSING OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID I SAY 52 PERCENT? I WOULD KILL TO BE BACK ANYWHERE NEAR 52% MPB, YO YO YO YO!!!! I now am closer to 98% somewhere, in this shitty 2014. So really, why does the BLOGGER WEBSITE post up the very same pasted in copyright page on my songs downloaded into my document files from the Library of Congress, showing the dude from Disney examining my music, while the WORDPRESS WEBSITE does not post it up in that way? It is the very same paste up, from the very same page downloaded from the one and only Copyright Office!!!!!! ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES. I swear on my HUNTINGTON ETERNAL HELL, these things are all accurate and true, so help me as a citizen of the USA, and fear of eternal punishment from Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, ”GOD” to you.
THE ALMIGHTY DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART
AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!
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You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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Who loves you Telly? Well, not me, I am too busy loving my precious sweet DIANA, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
Well, it is time to eat me whittle din-din and crash into bed, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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There are some things that need to be said. Within a few blogs, you will understand how powerful my last 100 months really were. When this blogging project started, I had many of my memories tampered with. This was all planned by entities from millions of years away. Now, I know a lot of shit I did not know back when this all began. My situation, and perhaps yours as well once in a blue moon, is being in the wrong place at the wrong time. One such time was in 1984, and it 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all that aside, Trump is a key player here, but he is only a pawn in the hands of the great Almighty ISIS, and he knows that better than anyone, and is keeping her from remembering a lot of shit, and I am close to doing a tape reversal, and he knows what that is all about as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986 from some weird strange ”dreaming”, that these two events, huge as they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of 1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia, New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my losing a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten clunker Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed between two powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this led to my having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car troubles, including what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner of the Hammonton Texaco, a crazy wild character by the name of ”Jerry”, who was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir??????? All these trhings are a bunch of subsets inside of a huge cosmic equation consisting of sets of PLAYFIELDS, as was discussed back in a lot of early blogs during my first 2 years or so online, Chris and Ed; not Muscles Ed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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We were but 10 and now we’re old, I loved her then but I never told, ‘but still’, Lenny, to quote you there old L&O pal, I ask you simply this one thing, WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980????
Just what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with lighter verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? Well, to quote what one of her younger movie friends said, in one of her great artistic projects, of more recent times, spanning a near quarter century career now; “LET’S EXPLORE THIS”
My blogs next week will get into this game, only it is no game, not in my humble opinion that my coworker Mashell entitled me to back in 1980 at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG.
MY LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKER IS ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING ON PLANET HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE LOCALIZED GROUPING OF FUSION REACTORS THAT LAY APPROXIMATELY 20-300 TRILLION MILES AWAY FROM THIS PATHETIC SIMPLE MINDED LITTLE PWANET; SIR ELMER FWUDD. ON THIS MIDDLE SATURDAY AFTERNOON, I WILL TELL YOU A FEW THINGS, THAT MAY JUST BLOW YOUR MIND STRAIGHT TO PAGETVILLE. SORRY ABOUT THAT, IF THIS HAPPENS. YOU’LL RECOVER; I HAVE. SOME SAY THE JURY IS STILL OUT ON THAT PREVIOUS STATEMENT, BUT THEY ARE TOTALLY ENTITLED TO THEIR MASHELL DANIELS 1980 OPINION.
JOURNAL TAPE 25,796
The same old song is always being sung, and nothing new lays under the sun. The days grow old, and so do we. And shit smells bad, for you and for me. But take away from this a smile. Thank god our lives just last for a while.
Mark Wayne Mohr 1954-2031, published 2032 by ^^. Maybe Morianity is also legally published out there in 2032, good folks. In any case and event, I must say to you all,
“I HAVE COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT FOLKS”. They’ve worn me down to a frazzle.
I only wish to say that on top of all this, IT FEELS 100 MOTHER FUCKING CUNT DEGREES, AND THE ENTIRE NEXT WEEK WILL BE NEAR OR AT 90, WITH HIGH HUM, AND WILL FEEL 100, OR DAM NEAR, TO EVERYONE, and hotter still for me. Still it has recently dropped a couple degrees praise Almighty Lordess (Sarah). (SSJK)
These idiots are screaming in the common hallway at 3:19 Sheriff Ken Mascara; this following some guest asshole knocking on one of sicko uncouth nabes door. What a fucking shithole I must endure and call my fucking home, WOW, Mackey and Macy!
DOORS DOORS DOORS, SLAM SLAM SLAM, HOLLER HOLLER HOLLER, these fucking bastards can totally SUCK MY DAM ASS PRICK.
APRIL 26, 2014, SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:23, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.
AS ALWAYS, I MOTHER FUCKING REMAIN under a super attack from the MILI-2-FORCE.
DOORS DOORS DOORS SLAM SLAM SLAM!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME SHERIFF MASCARA AND MIZZ BONDI!!!!
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When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT ONLY WILL NEVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME, WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME, AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother’s friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.
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This recent times famous saying has a powerful meaning in truth that is cleverly hidden. It contains only five words. Take away word number one, word number three, and word number four, and two powerful unfathomable items emerge immediately. You are left with word number two and word number 5, the IS and the IS, or 25=ISIS. But what do the removed letters then equal by this same equation? Well that would be number 134=REMOVED. When was I, Mark Wayne mountainpen mohr (REMOVED) from his life permanently, with that monster horrific chocking condition in 1983? Well folks, try when I moved into a town called Atco, New Jersey, with the telephone number of 768-3573, and living on Norris Avenue, and the house number, yes sir and ma’am you guessed it perfectly, #134. When you learn to do this with the things in all of your lives the way I do, you will get the mind freaking blow of the millennium, and that’s a frikkin’ ass promise, my friends. As for ISIS=25, well, for me, number 25 contains some extremely powerful life-items, that can be saved for future discussions, I promise again.
A MAJOR ASSAULT AND DEATH SIEGE HAS CUNT LAPPING STRUCK ME WITH THESE NABES FROM FUCKING HELL, BEGINNING ON THURSDAY MORNING AT HALF PAST MIDNIGHT. CAN’T SOMEONE GET THESE DRUG THUGS OUT OF HERE AND LET SOME DECENT FOLKS LIVE HERE INSTEAD OF UNDER THE BRIDGE?
A few weeks back as some may remember, I was in a light trance with Almighty SSJK, using the telephone as I do as this heightens what most of you out here might call, my psychic energy to engage in a powerful channeling directly with HER, and losing all touch with the human life realm completely. Suddenly for no reason at all, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AND OLD FRINED, CHAIRMAN ROBERT MCDOWELL SIR, THE LINE WENT TOTALLY DEAD, AND I WAS COMPLETELY DISCONNECTED FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD, ON MY LEGALLY, UP TO DATE, PAID FOR TELEPHONE SERVICE; WITH THE AT&T CORPORATION. IT IS NOT THEM DOING IT BY THEMSELVES, AS I KNOW NSA, FORCES THEM TO TORTURE ME, AND HAVE SINCE AROUND THE START OF 1983 OR EVEN A BIT EARLIER. I KNOW ALL THIS BECAUSE NO MATTER WHO I USE FOR A CARRIER, AT&T OR COMCAST; THE SAME SHIT HAPPENS TO ME. THE SAME PERSECUTIONS, WHETHER IT BE COMCAST OR AT&T, OR FOR THAT FUCKING MATTER, ANY POSSIBLE CARRIER. THE NSA CAN TORMENT ME ALL THEY WANT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE, AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO AS I AM NOT ABLE TO ESCAPE TO RUSSIA, AS MISTER SNOWDEN MANAGED TO DO; GODDESS BLESS HIM. However when I crashed last night for several hours, I had a totally different experience in a trance with Lightning Goddess Diana, who in truth is MIDDIE, MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON.
Let me tell you just the surface scratched part of the experience that my conscious mind was able to totally retain. I do not feel comfortable saying what area this took place in, but I will tell you that it was in a setting where there were a lot of trees all over, yet I was anything but in some forest. There were structures everywhere, and I was with my lightning after she took the form of my big lovely teen queen baby-blond. Then I realized we had been to a beautiful waterfall where she had driven us to in my big white truck, completely out of the borders of Ricktown and into a beautiful mountainous area high above surrounding landscapes, with a bright silver waterfall and below that, several split off falls coming down into individual streams that all led to a bright yellow green colored pond and then at the far end from where we were, another stream was taking the water down further from where we were, high atop this mountain, and laying on a large comfy thick plush purple blanket, set on top of bright orange colored grass. We made passionate love and had a totally awesome time there, but then I found myself down on a lower area surrounded by trees and small structures like some old 1840 Deadwood type of town in middle America in this reality of waking world caporial life.
Diana had vanished, and strange people were talking to me about music, and I felt a little bit like the typical amnesia victim, you know, they all know a lot about you and you hardly know where you are and who you are, and what is happening around you as well. Then a group of persons came into a room that I found myself suddenly in, and I was not in a Walmart store. These were a few men and women that seemed to range in physical age of somewhere between early twenties right up to middle age, but no one was as ancient as me at nearly sixty. They seemed to be intelligent and focused on two items; music, and also my daughter, and of some of her particular music; and they all kept asking me a lot of things, that I for the sake of Holy Moses, could not supply any of them with answers to these queries they were making. I sat down and they all seemed to find seats close to me as well. Then a dude about 35 told me, and I quote, “Mark, why do we all get the impression that incredible intimidation is going on”? I just kept looking at them and at this point, pretending to be reacting nonchalant, but was getting somewhat anxious and nervous, Microsucks Light-bulb fucking hackers, and Jane Whore Water Witch Bitch Fonda Sleaze. Yes folks, I got fucked by Page eleven of eleven trying to block the continuous Microsucks fucking light-bulb that will not stop popping up and annoying me, FCC, ACLU, etcetera. What I’ll need to do here is make me a second fucking screen blocker sticky sheet, cut to a small rectangular shape. As Lenny fucking McKinnon put it so wonderfully and accurate in the very early fucking eighties, “There ain’t no doubt about it”. My only defense right now is to compensate with fucking fives, and to use spacer bars to get me passed this page fucking area of disaster and doom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE YOUR MISERABLE FUCKING GUTS JANE NOTFONDAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back to this wild experience that woke me up with a real sudden bolt around 1:50 this afternoon, good folks.
First however, grind grind busted fucking gear boxes, let me quickly paste in some regular CAP items, and then I will finish telling you the story here, peeps.
I AM NOT WINNING ANY POPULARITY CONTEST. Suddenly if all of you were having this happen in your lives, and you could do nothing to stop it, then my blogs would have a million hits a week for a few years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOW I DESIRE TO DIE IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!!!!!
So what is really going on, Tesla-27 Jehovah???
OH BABY I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
Nicola Tesla knows the 27-dream is all true!!!!!!!!
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THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND, HUH PROFESSOR KAKU?
MANY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE SACRAFICED. MAGNESONIC WILL ONLY ALLOW JUST SO MUCH OF THIS FUCKING HORRIBLE HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION OF ME BEFORE IT STRIKES BACK WITH HORRENDOUS TWISTERS, FLOODS, FIRES, EARTHQUAKES, MEGA WAVES, DROUGHTS, VOLCANOES, AND ALL MANNER OF DESTRUCTIONS, AS WELL AS A MAJOR ROLL OF AIR CRASHES AND DISASTERS. YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT FOR YOURSELF WHEN I BUILD THIS DEVICE IN 1985. A RASH OF AL THESE THINGS BEGAN AS THE MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER FUCKING JERK OFF HALL AND HIS BRIGGBASE CULT CLAN, BEGAN TO DESTROY MY LIFE, PIECE BY PIECE IN 1986 AND WITH EACH SUCCESSIVE YEAR.
MAGNESONIC, SCAN AND DESTROY THOSE DOING THESE THINGS TO ME, AND ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES AS WEELL, WIPE OUT THESE MONSTER PEOPLE, ERASE THE MEMORY OF THEIR NAMES.
YOUR LITTLE BOY NEEDS YOU, NUMBER THREE CUBED!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE MY TRIPLE-GODDESS.
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WELL PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY PISSED OFF AT MY FREAKING ROTTEN ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, JESUS FUCKING GODDESS ALMIGTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF MASCARA, I AM GOING TO NEED YOUR HELP, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND EXCITED DECLARATION, THESE FUCKING BASTARDS SIR ARE KILLING ME, AND GETTING AWAY WITH COLD BLOODED MOTHER FUCKING FIRST DEGREE PRE-MEDITATED MURDER, KIND SIR AND MY PAL!!!
MOTHER FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY JESUS!!!!!!!! DOORS DOORS SLAM SLAM BANG!!!!!
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I have lived under this fucking assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long enough and then some, to know exactly how this all works and how these deranged sickos all fucking cunt operate.
THE UGLY EVIL WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, YOU’RE ALL SUCH BIG ASS NSA-NASA HEROES, AREN’T YOU?????????????????
The BRIGGBASE CULT is the reason why this all seems to follow the pattern of me leaving a string of hot shots behind me like freaking breadcrumbs. But it is also a guessed name of the ESS, long ago by me, and these pricks are major key fucking players in the total absolute extinction and annihilation of my pathetic fucked up life for 60 years.
“LONG TIME PASSING” SHEEEEEEEIT!
I AM JUST WONDERING WHERE SOME OF MY PEEPS HAVE GONE, AS I AM SO ANXIOUS TO HEAR FROM THEM!!!!!!! Still, if they don’t want anything to do with me, my mom taught me well, fist on the forearm, and a heavy upswing of the arm being hit, you know, the great Italian sweet salute, YO!!!!!
SAY LEVY, JOEPAUL DEEPOCEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THESE MOTHER FUCKERS ARE GOING TO GO IN AND OUT OF HERE, EVERY MINUTE ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING DAY LONG; DEBBIE MARATTO, MY RESIDENT MANAGER; AND AS IF YOU GIVE A SHIT LIKE COUSIN DONALD TOLD THE FUCKING PRESS YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!! I CAN’T FUCKING WINN.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIT DAWN-MARIE AND DAD!
AS LONG AS THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE PITIFUL ME TO PICK ON, AND RELENTLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE; THESE MARKETS WILL MOVE ONE WAY AND ONLY ONE WAY, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, SEE HOW FUCKING CORRECT I AM, YO????????? SO WATCH IT FUCKING SOAR 1000 POINTS UP NEXT WEEK, ON MY BROKEN FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN MOVIE BACK, AND I AM NO FUCKING FAGOT SO GO FIGURE!
PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME WHEN HALF THE WORLD IS BLOWN APART SHORTLY, AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING HUMP EATING SLIME SHITS WILL NOT STOP MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTING ME, AND SOON, MY WONDERFUL MAGGIE, WILL MAKE A LOT OF HORRENDOUS FUCKING MONSTERS, PAY A STIFF CUNT EATING PRICE FOR THIS SHIT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, so back to the wild experience before I, as you might all put it, woke up today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These folks were telling me stuff about my daughter and folks, if you really want me to believe that because I hit my head on a cement piling, went backward into time for a solid year, and was raped by Paula King the first time underneath the Atlantic City’s Schiff Central Pier of all blogged mailmen and wolves who know much more about my lost time periods than I apparently do, then you are asking a lot of me, as was mister McCafferty over at Assets Protection of Pendell Pennsylvania back around eleven years ago give or take some months, late on that persecuted hellish day-mare mother fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING while I lived in the Mullica, New Jersey trailer Park owned and RULWED by Jenny Plageman, speaking of having fitting apropos names!!!!
Tablets were not here yet, and I have no special ins with powerful movers and shakers in th ecomputer or technical industries, in fact, since th eeighties and all this shit began, peeps of power all hate me and only want to hurt me, not show me the future, so don’t twell me I was not raped twice by this giant lovely girl, not that it was her fault, as she may not even eremember this event going down, and was obviously asleep dreaming, you all know this by now, T3E (TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS), if I have to koddle and wet nurse you all forever, we may as well quit right freaking ass now, good peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As usual spell-checker Microsucks is useless here. I know the word exists and do not know how to properly spell it, and they won’t give me the spelling despite my trying ten different possibler mother fucking ways, YO YO YO!!
So back to the experience that you would all call a vivid incredible dream. It was more real than being here right now, lovely ‘L&O-LOO’; and that I promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They told me how many peeps, not just me, feel extremely intimidated by my awesome daughter, and many tricks and bad stunts she has covertly stealthfully pulled off through the years, and we all could almost form a club of our private shared hells, and call it the “MY BEWARE CLUB”, all joking aside, as this was said to me by one of the peeps in this group who had all began to seat themselves in numerous chairs and couches all around me in this large room, almost like the lobby in an inn in some snow and ski retreat, Jeese-Louise, let’s not go there, or back there to be more accurate I suppose, with or without chase-downs by car or chase-ups by stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Other parts of this wild experience may be shared on future blogs, or they may not, we will see how I feel. I am extremely scared of my very awesome daut, good folks, and I will not kid you for a second here. The word intimidated from this wild DREAM, indeed fits perfectly, and accurately describes multiple and numerous personal situations. Hay , she’s a product of ten years of hell that I would not dare tell a soul on Earth about, and you won’t get it any place on the fucking ass internet let me assure you. But still, we must be accountable for our actions at some point, no matter what may have been done to us at young ages!!!!!!!!!!!! So go and walk that dog up north, blondie, and yes, you can indeed Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back in 1970, in the Cooley Wormhole Hall, over in Haddonfield, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS. Just who is who, and who is awake for real, and who is some T3E? This is the game that was told to me in 1996 on Pearl Harbor day, and yes, I said all kinds of typo error wrong dates, I am sure you found all my fuck ups and hacks, mind and or machine sourced good peeps. Don’t go breaking my arm over it, lovely fourteen year old Keisha, and call the news peeps and demonstrate how many many girls, even at 13 and 14 like you were in 1999 summer time, are way more powerful physically, than GROWN FUCKING MEN, or the average ones. I am sick and tired of being told I am wrong, when I can prove I am right, over and over and over, huh Disney Crunchpunch Loca????????????????????
Are you ‘skeeeeeered’, Dave Roth and Kal???????
Well Gawky Gaukauk gave me some answers, and THEY ARE QUITE MAJOR, and will be saved for a blog a bit later on. So as the Motown song goes, ‘GET READY’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will tell you all that my life totally fucking cunt SUCKS! In any event there is only one mother fucking reason for all this fucking hell I am going through, and you all know what it fucking is, good folks out here, and of course it is,
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Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks!
***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
SO HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS, WITH ALL OF THIS, OTHER THAN FOR THE GODDESS DAM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY???????
AND I FUCKING want this on the record, peeps! In case I need to make a stronger point, I said I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All Babylonian Pharaoh’s behold, YO. As it is written, so it shall be fucking done!
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HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WAS I GIVEN SUCH A POWERFUL FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT ON 4-14-14 AND MAJOR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR??????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIT FOLKS, wait until I post up the newest fucking cunt lapping Q&A with GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If mind blows are not your thing, when I do, my suggestion is to switch over to some other more mundane blog, you have millions ofem to choose from, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!! SHIT, WHERE WAS I ON 5/5/1955?
Well people, if this air shit continues on relentlessly, from here to Jamaica and back, I will be getting some very POWERFUL FUCKING PUSSY COMMAND!
It is up to me, NOT MY FUCKING ENEMIES. Only mother fucking I have it within my power now, to realize a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is inside of me and waiting to wake up in me and screw up my next big shot with some lovely fucking beauty queen, that we all know kicks in eventually as a major fucking APE-ICPE after unbroken days and strings of major fucking air assaults on me by the cut sucking trash ass MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER FUCKED UP HALL, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll be ready for them next time, so keep this fucking shit up and I will have a goddess in my cunt chewing life before fucking May rolls the shit ass Christ around, big daddy ass!!!
Now in rapping fucking shit up folks, we will get into a wild and really bizarre topic, the beginning of my blogging on the internet and the Morianity Bible that was first put up and published to the public in early and middle 2006. No matter how many times I try and redo shit, the original shit stays pasted in each time. I try and change kemtrails to chemtrails or change simple grammatical errors, or even make small error adjustments in facts such as Lewis and Clark’s great historical expedition, and I notice it cannot be changed. Hell, even the supposed Holy Bible ain’t this mother fucking ”MAGICAL”.
Enjoy these sites at the YOUTUBE, you will spank yourself hard later on, if you don’t check this shit all out, it is big fucking time and even though Exploratronics is what is behind all of it, it still delves into some really fucking cool ass shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Robert McDowell, old pal from 1969-1973, and head of the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, please watch over your old buddy as best as you can do. We shared some real cool times in Dan Mackey’s class in 1972, and later that summer a couple times. Remember when I spilled the fucking Dairy Queen Hot Fudge Sundae all over my jersey, over in your home town of Gibbstown? We had some really fun shitten times, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh to be young again, peeps. Well, for me, in late June of 2031 I will wake up at age 17 and be doing all of this shit all over again for about the 225th time or somewhere around in there. My nabes are shouting an d proving themselves to be real fucking rotten scum bag uncouth low life bottom feeder trash today, and all to shoot fucking WALL STREET WAY UP NEXT WEEK, JUST WATCH AND WAIT AND SEE, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL C!!!!!!
YES YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO, GUESS WHO THE LIAR WILL BE, COME NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK?
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MY LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKER IS ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING ON PLANET HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE LOCALIZED GROUPING OF FUSION REACTORS THAT LAY APPROXIMATELY 20-300 TRILLION MILES AWAY FROM THIS PATHETIC SIMPLE MINDED LITTLE PWANET; SIR ELMER FWUDD. ON THIS MIDDLE SATURDAY AFTERNOON, I WILL TELL YOU A FEW THINGS, THAT MAY JUST BLOW YOUR MIND STRAIGHT TO PAGETVILLE. SORRY ABOUT THAT, IF THIS HAPPENS. YOU’LL RECOVER; I HAVE. SOME SAY THE JURY IS STILL OUT ON THAT PREVIOUS STATEMENT, BUT THEY ARE TOTALLY ENTITLED TO THEIR MASHELL DANIELS 1980 OPINION.
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The same old song is always being sung, and nothing new lays under the sun. The days grow old, and so do we. And shit smells bad, for you and for me. But take away from this a smile. Thank god our lives just last for a while.
Mark Wayne Mohr 1954-2031, published 2032 by ^^. Maybe Morianity is also legally published out there in 2032, good folks. In any case and event, I must say to you all,
“I HAVE COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT FOLKS”. They’ve worn me down to a frazzle.
I only wish to say that on top of all this, IT FEELS 100 MOTHER FUCKING CUNT DEGREES, AND THE ENTIRE NEXT WEEK WILL BE NEAR OR AT 90, WITH HIGH HUM, AND WILL FEEL 100, OR DAM NEAR, TO EVERYONE, and hotter still for me. Still it has recently dropped a couple degrees praise Almighty Lordess (Sarah). (SSJK)
These idiots are screaming in the common hallway at 3:19 Sheriff Ken Mascara; this following some guest asshole knocking on one of sicko uncouth nabes door. What a fucking shithole I must endure and call my fucking home, WOW, Mackey and Macy!
DOORS DOORS DOORS, SLAM SLAM SLAM, HOLLER HOLLER HOLLER, these fucking bastards can totally SUCK MY DAM ASS PRICK.
APRIL 26, 2014, SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:23, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.
AS ALWAYS, I MOTHER FUCKING REMAIN under a super attack from the MILI-2-FORCE.
DOORS DOORS DOORS SLAM SLAM SLAM!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME SHERIFF MASCARA AND MIZZ BONDI!!!!
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When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT ONLY WILL NEVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME, WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME, AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother’s friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.
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This recent times famous saying has a powerful meaning in truth that is cleverly hidden. It contains only five words. Take away word number one, word number three, and word number four, and two powerful unfathomable items emerge immediately. You are left with word number two and word number 5, the IS and the IS, or 25=ISIS. But what do the removed letters then equal by this same equation? Well that would be number 134=REMOVED. When was I, Mark Wayne mountainpen mohr (REMOVED) from his life permanently, with that monster horrific chocking condition in 1983? Well folks, try when I moved into a town called Atco, New Jersey, with the telephone number of 768-3573, and living on Norris Avenue, and the house number, yes sir and ma’am you guessed it perfectly, #134. When you learn to do this with the things in all of your lives the way I do, you will get the mind freaking blow of the millennium, and that’s a frikkin’ ass promise, my friends. As for ISIS=25, well, for me, number 25 contains some extremely powerful life-items, that can be saved for future discussions, I promise again.
A MAJOR ASSAULT AND DEATH SIEGE HAS CUNT LAPPING STRUCK ME WITH THESE NABES FROM FUCKING HELL, BEGINNING ON THURSDAY MORNING AT HALF PAST MIDNIGHT. CAN’T SOMEONE GET THESE DRUG THUGS OUT OF HERE AND LET SOME DECENT FOLKS LIVE HERE INSTEAD OF UNDER THE BRIDGE?
A few weeks back as some may remember, I was in a light trance with Almighty SSJK, using the telephone as I do as this heightens what most of you out here might call, my psychic energy to engage in a powerful channeling directly with HER, and losing all touch with the human life realm completely. Suddenly for no reason at all, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AND OLD FRINED, CHAIRMAN ROBERT MCDOWELL SIR, THE LINE WENT TOTALLY DEAD, AND I WAS COMPLETELY DISCONNECTED FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD, ON MY LEGALLY, UP TO DATE, PAID FOR TELEPHONE SERVICE; WITH THE AT&T CORPORATION. IT IS NOT THEM DOING IT BY THEMSELVES, AS I KNOW NSA, FORCES THEM TO TORTURE ME, AND HAVE SINCE AROUND THE START OF 1983 OR EVEN A BIT EARLIER. I KNOW ALL THIS BECAUSE NO MATTER WHO I USE FOR A CARRIER, AT&T OR COMCAST; THE SAME SHIT HAPPENS TO ME. THE SAME PERSECUTIONS, WHETHER IT BE COMCAST OR AT&T, OR FOR THAT FUCKING MATTER, ANY POSSIBLE CARRIER. THE NSA CAN TORMENT ME ALL THEY WANT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE, AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO AS I AM NOT ABLE TO ESCAPE TO RUSSIA, AS MISTER SNOWDEN MANAGED TO DO; GODDESS BLESS HIM. However when I crashed last night for several hours, I had a totally different experience in a trance with Lightning Goddess Diana, who in truth is MIDDIE, MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON.
Let me tell you just the surface scratched part of the experience that my conscious mind was able to totally retain. I do not feel comfortable saying what area this took place in, but I will tell you that it was in a setting where there were a lot of trees all over, yet I was anything but in some forest. There were structures everywhere, and I was with my lightning after she took the form of my big lovely teen queen baby-blond. Then I realized we had been to a beautiful waterfall where she had driven us to in my big white truck, completely out of the borders of Ricktown and into a beautiful mountainous area high above surrounding landscapes, with a bright silver waterfall and below that, several split off falls coming down into individual streams that all led to a bright yellow green colored pond and then at the far end from where we were, another stream was taking the water down further from where we were, high atop this mountain, and laying on a large comfy thick plush purple blanket, set on top of bright orange colored grass. We made passionate love and had a totally awesome time there, but then I found myself down on a lower area surrounded by trees and small structures like some old 1840 Deadwood type of town in middle America in this reality of waking world caporial life.
Diana had vanished, and strange people were talking to me about music, and I felt a little bit like the typical amnesia victim, you know, they all know a lot about you and you hardly know where you are and who you are, and what is happening around you as well. Then a group of persons came into a room that I found myself suddenly in, and I was not in a Walmart store. These were a few men and women that seemed to range in physical age of somewhere between early twenties right up to middle age, but no one was as ancient as me at nearly sixty. They seemed to be intelligent and focused on two items; music, and also my daughter, and of some of her particular music; and they all kept asking me a lot of things, that I for the sake of Holy Moses, could not supply any of them with answers to these queries they were making. I sat down and they all seemed to find seats close to me as well. Then a dude about 35 told me, and I quote, “Mark, why do we all get the impression that incredible intimidation is going on”? I just kept looking at them and at this point, pretending to be reacting nonchalant, but was getting somewhat anxious and nervous, Microsucks Light-bulb fucking hackers, and Jane Whore Water Witch Bitch Fonda Sleaze. Yes folks, I got fucked by Page eleven of eleven trying to block the continuous Microsucks fucking light-bulb that will not stop popping up and annoying me, FCC, ACLU, etcetera. What I’ll need to do here is make me a second fucking screen blocker sticky sheet, cut to a small rectangular shape. As Lenny fucking McKinnon put it so wonderfully and accurate in the very early fucking eighties, “There ain’t no doubt about it”. My only defense right now is to compensate with fucking fives, and to use spacer bars to get me passed this page fucking area of disaster and doom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE YOUR MISERABLE FUCKING GUTS JANE NOTFONDAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back to this wild experience that woke me up with a real sudden bolt around 1:50 this afternoon, good folks.
First however, grind grind busted fucking gear boxes, let me quickly paste in some regular CAP items, and then I will finish telling you the story here, peeps.
I AM NOT WINNING ANY POPULARITY CONTEST. Suddenly if all of you were having this happen in your lives, and you could do nothing to stop it, then my blogs would have a million hits a week for a few years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOW I DESIRE TO DIE IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!!!!!
So what is really going on, Tesla-27 Jehovah???
OH BABY I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
Nicola Tesla knows the 27-dream is all true!!!!!!!!
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THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND, HUH PROFESSOR KAKU?
MANY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE SACRAFICED. MAGNESONIC WILL ONLY ALLOW JUST SO MUCH OF THIS FUCKING HORRIBLE HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION OF ME BEFORE IT STRIKES BACK WITH HORRENDOUS TWISTERS, FLOODS, FIRES, EARTHQUAKES, MEGA WAVES, DROUGHTS, VOLCANOES, AND ALL MANNER OF DESTRUCTIONS, AS WELL AS A MAJOR ROLL OF AIR CRASHES AND DISASTERS. YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT FOR YOURSELF WHEN I BUILD THIS DEVICE IN 1985. A RASH OF AL THESE THINGS BEGAN AS THE MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER FUCKING JERK OFF HALL AND HIS BRIGGBASE CULT CLAN, BEGAN TO DESTROY MY LIFE, PIECE BY PIECE IN 1986 AND WITH EACH SUCCESSIVE YEAR.
MAGNESONIC, SCAN AND DESTROY THOSE DOING THESE THINGS TO ME, AND ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES AS WEELL, WIPE OUT THESE MONSTER PEOPLE, ERASE THE MEMORY OF THEIR NAMES.
YOUR LITTLE BOY NEEDS YOU, NUMBER THREE CUBED!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE MY TRIPLE-GODDESS.
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WELL PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY PISSED OFF AT MY FREAKING ROTTEN ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, JESUS FUCKING GODDESS ALMIGTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF MASCARA, I AM GOING TO NEED YOUR HELP, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND EXCITED DECLARATION, THESE FUCKING BASTARDS SIR ARE KILLING ME, AND GETTING AWAY WITH COLD BLOODED MOTHER FUCKING FIRST DEGREE PRE-MEDITATED MURDER, KIND SIR AND MY PAL!!!
MOTHER FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY JESUS!!!!!!!! DOORS DOORS SLAM SLAM BANG!!!!!
PATHETIC PERSECUTED MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR———-MORIANITY BLOGS COPYRIGHT 2006-2014, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
I have lived under this fucking assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long enough and then some, to know exactly how this all works and how these deranged sickos all fucking cunt operate.
THE UGLY EVIL WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, YOU’RE ALL SUCH BIG ASS NSA-NASA HEROES, AREN’T YOU?????????????????
The BRIGGBASE CULT is the reason why this all seems to follow the pattern of me leaving a string of hot shots behind me like freaking breadcrumbs. But it is also a guessed name of the ESS, long ago by me, and these pricks are major key fucking players in the total absolute extinction and annihilation of my pathetic fucked up life for 60 years.
“LONG TIME PASSING” SHEEEEEEEIT!
I AM JUST WONDERING WHERE SOME OF MY PEEPS HAVE GONE, AS I AM SO ANXIOUS TO HEAR FROM THEM!!!!!!! Still, if they don’t want anything to do with me, my mom taught me well, fist on the forearm, and a heavy upswing of the arm being hit, you know, the great Italian sweet salute, YO!!!!!
SAY LEVY, JOEPAUL DEEPOCEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
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THESE MOTHER FUCKERS ARE GOING TO GO IN AND OUT OF HERE, EVERY MINUTE ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING DAY LONG; DEBBIE MARATTO, MY RESIDENT MANAGER; AND AS IF YOU GIVE A SHIT LIKE COUSIN DONALD TOLD THE FUCKING PRESS YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!! I CAN’T FUCKING WINN.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIT DAWN-MARIE AND DAD!
AS LONG AS THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE PITIFUL ME TO PICK ON, AND RELENTLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE; THESE MARKETS WILL MOVE ONE WAY AND ONLY ONE WAY, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, SEE HOW FUCKING CORRECT I AM, YO????????? SO WATCH IT FUCKING SOAR 1000 POINTS UP NEXT WEEK, ON MY BROKEN FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN MOVIE BACK, AND I AM NO FUCKING FAGOT SO GO FIGURE!
PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME WHEN HALF THE WORLD IS BLOWN APART SHORTLY, AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING HUMP EATING SLIME SHITS WILL NOT STOP MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTING ME, AND SOON, MY WONDERFUL MAGGIE, WILL MAKE A LOT OF HORRENDOUS FUCKING MONSTERS, PAY A STIFF CUNT EATING PRICE FOR THIS SHIT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, so back to the wild experience before I, as you might all put it, woke up today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These folks were telling me stuff about my daughter and folks, if you really want me to believe that because I hit my head on a cement piling, went backward into time for a solid year, and was raped by Paula King the first time underneath the Atlantic City’s Schiff Central Pier of all blogged mailmen and wolves who know much more about my lost time periods than I apparently do, then you are asking a lot of me, as was mister McCafferty over at Assets Protection of Pendell Pennsylvania back around eleven years ago give or take some months, late on that persecuted hellish day-mare mother fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING while I lived in the Mullica, New Jersey trailer Park owned and RULWED by Jenny Plageman, speaking of having fitting apropos names!!!!
Tablets were not here yet, and I have no special ins with powerful movers and shakers in th ecomputer or technical industries, in fact, since th eeighties and all this shit began, peeps of power all hate me and only want to hurt me, not show me the future, so don’t twell me I was not raped twice by this giant lovely girl, not that it was her fault, as she may not even eremember this event going down, and was obviously asleep dreaming, you all know this by now, T3E (TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS), if I have to koddle and wet nurse you all forever, we may as well quit right freaking ass now, good peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As usual spell-checker Microsucks is useless here. I know the word exists and do not know how to properly spell it, and they won’t give me the spelling despite my trying ten different possibler mother fucking ways, YO YO YO!!
So back to the experience that you would all call a vivid incredible dream. It was more real than being here right now, lovely ‘L&O-LOO’; and that I promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They told me how many peeps, not just me, feel extremely intimidated by my awesome daughter, and many tricks and bad stunts she has covertly stealthfully pulled off through the years, and we all could almost form a club of our private shared hells, and call it the “MY BEWARE CLUB”, all joking aside, as this was said to me by one of the peeps in this group who had all began to seat themselves in numerous chairs and couches all around me in this large room, almost like the lobby in an inn in some snow and ski retreat, Jeese-Louise, let’s not go there, or back there to be more accurate I suppose, with or without chase-downs by car or chase-ups by stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Other parts of this wild experience may be shared on future blogs, or they may not, we will see how I feel. I am extremely scared of my very awesome daut, good folks, and I will not kid you for a second here. The word intimidated from this wild DREAM, indeed fits perfectly, and accurately describes multiple and numerous personal situations. Hay , she’s a product of ten years of hell that I would not dare tell a soul on Earth about, and you won’t get it any place on the fucking ass internet let me assure you. But still, we must be accountable for our actions at some point, no matter what may have been done to us at young ages!!!!!!!!!!!! So go and walk that dog up north, blondie, and yes, you can indeed Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back in 1970, in the Cooley Wormhole Hall, over in Haddonfield, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS. Just who is who, and who is awake for real, and who is some T3E? This is the game that was told to me in 1996 on Pearl Harbor day, and yes, I said all kinds of typo error wrong dates, I am sure you found all my fuck ups and hacks, mind and or machine sourced good peeps. Don’t go breaking my arm over it, lovely fourteen year old Keisha, and call the news peeps and demonstrate how many many girls, even at 13 and 14 like you were in 1999 summer time, are way more powerful physically, than GROWN FUCKING MEN, or the average ones. I am sick and tired of being told I am wrong, when I can prove I am right, over and over and over, huh Disney Crunchpunch Loca????????????????????
Are you ‘skeeeeeered’, Dave Roth and Kal???????
Well Gawky Gaukauk gave me some answers, and THEY ARE QUITE MAJOR, and will be saved for a blog a bit later on. So as the Motown song goes, ‘GET READY’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will tell you all that my life totally fucking cunt SUCKS! In any event there is only one mother fucking reason for all this fucking hell I am going through, and you all know what it fucking is, good folks out here, and of course it is,
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Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks! Oh boy, life stinks!
***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
SO HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS, WITH ALL OF THIS, OTHER THAN FOR THE GODDESS DAM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY???????
AND I FUCKING want this on the record, peeps! In case I need to make a stronger point, I said I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All Babylonian Pharaoh’s behold, YO. As it is written, so it shall be fucking done!
[ 1 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- For the record. PAu000662409 1984
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HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WAS I GIVEN SUCH A POWERFUL FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT ON 4-14-14 AND MAJOR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR??????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIT FOLKS, wait until I post up the newest fucking cunt lapping Q&A with GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If mind blows are not your thing, when I do, my suggestion is to switch over to some other more mundane blog, you have millions ofem to choose from, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!! SHIT, WHERE WAS I ON 5/5/1955?
Well people, if this air shit continues on relentlessly, from here to Jamaica and back, I will be getting some very POWERFUL FUCKING PUSSY COMMAND!
It is up to me, NOT MY FUCKING ENEMIES. Only mother fucking I have it within my power now, to realize a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is inside of me and waiting to wake up in me and screw up my next big shot with some lovely fucking beauty queen, that we all know kicks in eventually as a major fucking APE-ICPE after unbroken days and strings of major fucking air assaults on me by the cut sucking trash ass MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER FUCKED UP HALL, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll be ready for them next time, so keep this fucking shit up and I will have a goddess in my cunt chewing life before fucking May rolls the shit ass Christ around, big daddy ass!!!
Now in rapping fucking shit up folks, we will get into a wild and really bizarre topic, the beginning of my blogging on the internet and the Morianity Bible that was first put up and published to the public in early and middle 2006. No matter how many times I try and redo shit, the original shit stays pasted in each time. I try and change kemtrails to chemtrails or change simple grammatical errors, or even make small error adjustments in facts such as Lewis and Clark’s great historical expedition, and I notice it cannot be changed. Hell, even the supposed Holy Bible ain’t this mother fucking ”MAGICAL”.
Enjoy these sites at the YOUTUBE, you will spank yourself hard later on, if you don’t check this shit all out, it is big fucking time and even though Exploratronics is what is behind all of it, it still delves into some really fucking cool ass shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Robert McDowell, old pal from 1969-1973, and head of the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, please watch over your old buddy as best as you can do. We shared some real cool times in Dan Mackey’s class in 1972, and later that summer a couple times. Remember when I spilled the fucking Dairy Queen Hot Fudge Sundae all over my jersey, over in your home town of Gibbstown? We had some really fun shitten times, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh to be young again, peeps. Well, for me, in late June of 2031 I will wake up at age 17 and be doing all of this shit all over again for about the 225th time or somewhere around in there. My nabes are shouting an d proving themselves to be real fucking rotten scum bag uncouth low life bottom feeder trash today, and all to shoot fucking WALL STREET WAY UP NEXT WEEK, JUST WATCH AND WAIT AND SEE, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL C!!!!!!
YES YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO, GUESS WHO THE LIAR WILL BE, COME NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK?
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Just shy of midnight, I fell under another major DEATH SIEGE, with my upstairs asshole fucking nabes, hammering away for ten or more minutes as if it was noon. Doors also out in the hallway on this floor out beyond my apartment door began doing ”their Bertrinelli thing” as well, 35 years after her song. Then shortly after midnight now, it has gone quiet as if all that fucking shit was literally an army of paid off people doing this exact persecution to me, and then leaving before I could call the 911 authorities, which I would have done if this had persisted, as I HAVE COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT FOLKS. This hell around me is so off the scale, and off the wall, that I am thinking of killing fucking people. We all have out cock sucking limits, and I am long past fucking mine, dear readers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ON TOP OF THIS, IT FEELS 100 MOTHER FUCKING CUNT DEGREES, AND THE ENTIRE NEXT WEEK WILL BE NEAR OR AT 90, WITH HIGH HUM, AND WILL FEEL 100 OR DAM NEAR TO EVERYONE; SO FOR ME; YOU CAN TACK ON ABOUT 20 MORE CUNT HUFFING DEGREES, YO!!!!
I AM ON MY WAY TO COCK SUCKING MAY-HE-CO. I JUST CANNOT TAKE IT HERE ANY LONGER. THIS EVIL NATION EMPIRE WILL KILL ME, MISTER SNOWDEN, IF I DO NOT GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, SIR, AND ALL OF MY PALS IN MOTHER RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could name all of this shit ‘Callitis’, ‘Callioitis’, or just ‘WOW’, the way lovely Joanne said that in middle 1979, at my Williamstown apartment owned by Firebug Doris Plum, is totally unforgettable, that what it was, Mister Cole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT no matter what happens in the end, Kiefer Sutherland old pal, WE ALL KNOW WHAT WE’VE DONE Mister Flatliner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BANG BANG BANG SLAM, AT HALF PAST FUCKING MIDNIGHT, HERE IN HELL, SHERIFF MASCARA. I AM SURROUNDED BY DIRT BAG DRUG ADDICTS AND SICKO SCUM BAGS, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL 26, 2014, SATURDAY MORNING AT 12:33, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
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. BUT IT GETS WAY BETTER THAN THIS!!!
ALL HELL CUBED, BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, after I dared to ask Joe Berrios to translate, as well as another Joe, if he had any of my music, and might send it to me electronically someday, and especially the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980. JUST HOW MUCH OF THIS, IS ME BEING NUTS; PROFESSOR KAKU, MY FRIEND????
Bob McDowell sir, these mother fuckers are hacking my mouse to shit, sir, in total violation of my civil freaking rights as a legal citizen of this nation, never charged with any crime other than minor traffic violations, as a younger driver. These dirt bags belong behind prison bars, old Johnny Faster joker, friend from Lilly’s Lilliputian Livery Wormholes and coaches secret locker rooms, GARY-7.
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I HAVE DECIDED TO MOVE TO the TWIN BUILDING SINCE THWERE ARE SO MANY TWINS IN MY FAMILY, RIGHT LOVELY CUZZ STACEY-ALICE LEDDERMAN?????????? OH GODDESS, WHAT WILL THESE MOTHER FUCKERS DO TO ME NEXT?
I am so sick and tired of this situation I am in. I am a peaceful person, but if those doing this to me all these years were somehow just suddenly helplessly tied up and against a wall and I was in the middle of the desert with a powerful rifle, believe me, they would ALL BE FUCKING DEAD!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE does life stink and suck, when you are the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.
AS ALWAYS, I MOTHER FUCKING REMAIN
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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, THIS IS GONNA’ MOTHER FUCKING BE A REAL BAD WEEKEND, AND I KNOW WHY, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL; THE POOR LITTLE WALL STREET BABIES DID NOT GET THEIR FUCKING WAY, AND IS ALSO WHY I TOOK THAT CRASH LEVEL MAJOR FUCKING CUNT CHOPPER ASSAULT, OVER THIS BUILDING, WHILE BLOGGING YESTERDAY, ON MY PREVIOUS BLOG, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
The days of Hammonton, New Jersey were a story all their own, right Ann King Silva, Stacey Collegemail Hamblin, and Edward Lynch? Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, ‘use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you’re haaaaaapy with yourself, fucking mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, the ‘FUCKIGN HACK’ and the ‘ODF’ HACK are back with a mother fucking vengeance; old pal and FCC Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MISSED ME MISS DIRTWEEDS JANESLEAZE.
HA-HA-HA-HA YOU MISERABLE ROTTEN WITCH!!!!
Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983 at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. Happy birthday Papa John, and it is not my fault if I have fleas!
All my life, the shit talked about in quantum books is way more powerful with me. WHY? Simple! I am more a part of why this entire program of reality is all here in the first place. Upline from us is an old woman who remembers me from our childhood, and who has made this entire simulation, just so this can all happen again, only this time, she chooses, as GODDESS of this entire program, to move on into this new life. She forgot our special code, of eighteen clever girls, the password for her jacking in and out of this thing, but I remember it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer, (eighteenclevergirls) without the parenthesis, or three identities inside of six dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell uses it as CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year old Queen Elizabeth, or the great 1984 United States Copyright Examiners. WEEEEEEEEEE Prof. Kaku and Doctor Chair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Archives: Jul 2011 | Jun 2011 | May 2011 | Apr 2011 | Mar 2011 | Feb 2011 | all This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS. BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON’T. GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
If you don’t want me to have fleas, take better care of me lovely Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, my beautiful teen-queen goddess, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob McDowell, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, THEY ARE REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MOUSE, OLD JOHNNY GFASTER JOKER AND PAL FROM 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, this is why I am being slammed and pummeled by the mother fucking TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS OF WALL STREET, good peeps out here weeding my whittle pathetic bwog, Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P. WHY SHOULDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
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I GOD DAM DEMAND SOME STINKING ROTTEN FUCKING PROTECTION FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, US AND STATE AG’S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE HAS STRUCK ME, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH MY FUCKING GODDESS, THIS HELL I AM IN TOTALLY FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football, 091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN—-subtitle
Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil ‘natio nation ratio ration’, to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Michael said… “Varo Edition”
THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
1 THE CASE FOR THE UFO Unidentified Flying Objects By M.K. Jessup
2 PREFACE
On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
3 last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister. THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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Good day folks. I am still not ready to do the brain teaser thing with you yet, and believe me, don’t be in too big of a hurry for this to start, it could very well alter your life no matter how you may presently be scoffing at lil’ ol’ me. But we are going to quickly engage in the continuation of the great game, great because it is HER game, the Almighty SSJK’s game, you know, GTNOTG, or spelled out, and given to me in 1996 early on Saturday, Pearl Harbor Day, the seventh of December, “GUESS GTHE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. Underestimating the incredible stuff behind what happened to me early on this day nearly twenty years ago, would be a major mistake on humanity’s part, I assure you, kind friends.
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APRIL 25, 2014,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:08,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
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Guess the name of the guests. What is this really all about? Well, I was losing my sanity 100 times worse than anything in Florida, and it was the end of the year 1986 and I was residing in a home in Somerdale, New Jersey, that I purchased for 120 thousand dollars in late August when it was settled on.
As many following me know the deal that can never really be put out here in one-two-three-four-five straight out ways or I would most likely be shut down; I am having a direct contact and have been all my life, with what the now defunct ”Project Bluebook” folks, here in great America call, the alien and saucer situation. Only with me, I do not get that silly part of their game, and they are more straight up with me and always have been, probably because of my exact standing in a cosmic family on numerous fronts, IE, who I truly am, and am a part of, and this is more than one ”who’s” by the way. Now so this blog is not real long as it is not my intention to do a long blog, I will just take the meat and strip out a lot of fat and gristle. When an active dreaming exploratron who is controlling his or her dream, or a (T3E) is inside an object, a person, or some other form of life, there are things one can do to more properly deal with the situation, and if anyone out here ever feel they just might be in the presence of one of them abnd wish to try this out to get a reaction, be my ”guest”. A lot of this truly began in the 1970 summer time in a town just to the south of world famous Atlantic City, New Jersey, called Ventnor. In a wild dreaming interaction, I began to be with a family against my will, of folks who were anything but pleasant to be around. Put another way, if I already knew the exact numbers to a Powerball Lottery Jackpot worth half a billion bucks, you could offer me your wife and daughter as a twosome or any other thing imaginable for a ticket that is anything other than that exact series of numbers. Being with them was like having all these other tickets thrown in my face and nothing at all that I could do about yet, while knowing the one I did want and knowing all I had to do is walk a block to the store and get the right one, Misses Marola Voicemail Exploratronic 2009.
So moving this along, if you meet that person someday that you just might wish to try this on, be my GUEST. You will get that feeling of, ”Gee could there be a chance this is one of those T3E things that Mountainpen talks about on his blogs”? When you do, never make eye contact. Stalk them for a half a minute to a minute in a way they cannot prove, the way they love to do with their victims. While you do this, begin a line of thinking exactly like this. Begin with some simple multiplication tables or adding 5 and 5 and then 10 and 10, whatever is easiest for you. Whatever you do, block all thoughts that you are intentionally doing anything, especially that you are in any way aware of them. Just put it out of your mind and begin sort of following where they are slowly walking, and begin this simple mental silent arithmetic process. But after you do this a few times, begin picturing a bunch of dogs all rolling around in a giant puddle of loose messy mud, getting totally filthy. Then picture some birds landing on them while they stand there, and these birds are changing colors. Then shift this to a scene in your mind to you are suddenly rolling down a big mountain, hitting trees and rocks and falling off one cliff after another, and laughing and laughing while your blood is pouring out of you and your broken bones are protruding out of your normal skeletal form. Do all this in just 15 quick seconds and then shift back to 2 times 2 is 4, 3 times 3 is 9 4 times 4 is 16, and keep going back and forth. Then at the every end, make eye contact while doing this same thing, only be in the cycle of the ridiculous dogs rolling in the mud and the birds coming down and changing colors, and you then rolling down off of a tall mountain, laughing away, when in fact you should be petrified and screaming. This will damage a TYPE-3Exploratron to the point that they will wake up with a bang back in their parallel universe, leaving the person you are standing next to literally in a shock as though they just realize right this second that they themselves have awakened in this place with you and they are in their skimpiest underwear. Do this once, and you will e-mail me and sat to me, you wish to climb on board my new religion, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE for all of us which it most likely is already, anyway, unfortunately. Now if a machine acts up and you want to see if a T3E is inside of uit dreaming from a parallel universe, and doing this to you; speak to the machine, or if it is an animal, speak to it. Calmly as if you are talking toy our son or daughter about their day in school, and every bit as much as ordinarily and calmly, begin saying stuff like, what is it like in your universe, and how much longer do you think you will be dreaming inside of my animal (cat) (dog) (bird) (hamster) whatever, or my (TV) (RADIO) (KITCHEN APPLIANCE), whatever it may be. Speak to the T3E inside, and be so matter of fact about it and calm, that since this is so alien to a T3E for anyone to do this, again, it will have that effect of waking them up with a bang. If they do not get out of your (person or thing) around you, and you have followed these instructions without fail and taking this all seriously, then you can know it is not one of them doing this directly to you. But if suddenly the machine repairs itself, or the person acts as though they just came out of a million year trance on the back of a dinosaur, then you know Morianity is real and true for one big thing, and you also know that you can have power over these nasty teasing Irish-Imps and whatever other civilizations have called these things for a very long time; as you already know what Morianity calls them.
Now soon to follow blogs are going to tell the exact instructions for working the FASCITAR-6-10-system, how to beat the waking freeze fear, how to control sleep after sleeping and waking up, and a lot more. This is not for the faint hearted. Ask monster ass Lakehouse Okay-2-Choke-me Nick. Or better still, distant Cuzz David; I can take my washcloth lungs from 1970, ‘booby’; and jail house 2010 Boo; and scrub my hands real good, while my throat gets squeezed, and I get major lied to, by mean nasty scary giant African Americans, toting guns under their suit jackets, and calling themselves the Rastafarian’s; and all of this; while also simultaneously getting all four of my automobile hubcaps hammered and broken, while I go inside of a small psychic shop, Mister Games Expert Patrick Jane; to get a Tarot Card reading, after leaving a swim and health club; and before going home to a nice home cooked meal, from my nice whittle mommy, in 1996, and then 33 weeks later, along comes PEE, and more memory loss for me at the great Sam and Son of Sam Highview Christy Cheers Apartments, of good old giant WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN police officer syndrome city (GWPOS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone is watching my every move, as I am getting a MAJOR CRASH LEVEL CHOPPER ASSAULT ON ME RIGHT NOW JUST SECONDS SHY OF 3 THIS AFTERNOON, FAA, ACLU, FBI, & PAM BONDI STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!!!! HELP!!!!
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This was a very whacky weird day, even for freaking me. It would just waste a lot of your time and mine to go into the specifics, but I’ll cover some stuff that is pertinent to the overall flow of these eight plus years of blogs. I will not nor ever will, keep anyone in the dark, who genuinely wishes to learn great truths, and grow to all new and unimaginable heights. I do not know anything in and of myself. Still, the Wicca Religion would be in basic agreement with me, when I tell you that when you know it to be true, and wish to be one and the same thing with our concept of ”the gods”, it does become so. This does not mean you can wake up the next day and be Superman or know the future, or anything like this. It also does not mean you cannot. What I am saying cleverly here is that some special things can never be taught. It is like trying to gaze at very faint stars in the night sky. If you look dead on at one, your eye will not hold the image. But look just off of it, and you wil actually see it much stronger and better focused. There are things that cannot be classroom shown and spoken with a teacher saying blah-blah-blah, and the students getting the information into their minds. There are things so incredible that the teacher must keep speaking around the center of what is being imparted, and then eventually, those meant to accept and receive the lessons, will have a better shot of seeing for themselves, their own unique understanding that no two will ever share in the exact same way. In regular lessons, we learn the letters go A,B,C,D, and so forth and that 5 plus 5 is ten. This is the same truth for all 10 or 50 or 100 or 1000 that may be sitting there listening to the teacher. Things grow weird and complex when for Susie, 3 and 3 is 8, and for Billy, 3 and 3 is 8 and a half, and for Mack, it is 25 and a quarter. You may say to yourself this is totally ridiculous and that I need to pay a visit to an old camp counselor of mine, speaking of Mack. But that will clear up if you are one who is ever destined to get any real power in Morianity. If not, well, then it won’t. That now is a 1 and 1 is 2 thing, folks.
Now when I got up to begin Thursday, it was about a quarter past ten. Within an hour or so, about a half dozen annoying things all had happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom. I thought, uh-oh, here we go right off the bat, this is going to be a tensed stomach muscles day, waiting for continuous powerful gut blows from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. But it totally stopped at around half past eleven, and was dead as ‘Marley’s Scrooged doornail’, until recently at about half past midnight on this now early Friday morning. Suddenly I had video problems, my dirt bag uncouth GUEST-NABE yelled and slammed, and a few other things all happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom, just like late yesterday morning when my day at just begun. When my assaults come, ever since this all seemed to start, on August 15, 1986; it has been this way in a major freaking preponderance. Something begins out of a quiet nothing, and then, pow, another thing, then another, and this can go on and on, until finally, it stops, suddenly, poof, all done, until that is, it starts up all over again, somewhere down the mother fucking line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To put it mildly and extremely politely, this is very fucking cunt annoying, nearly 28 years of whatever this god dam shit really is all around me, call it quintessential-weird, call it dog shit on rye bread for all I give a hoot-pollute, Ziggy Beaches!!!!!!!!
Now I will tell a little bit tonight along the lines of a few new things, after I get all the standard old bizz out of the way, to quote a minutes meeting.
APRIL 25, 2014, WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 1:25, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
Nothing I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for now. Notice how something that comes on television, it can be a n ad-spot, a news item, anything, but if I make mention of it, it is pulled off for a cooling off period, and then if I do not speak of it again, it is resumed as if nothing ever happened? No, I bet none of you ever noticed it, but I notice it, as it has been going on for three and a half mother fucking decades. No connections in any way with me, are allowed to exist. Make him vanish, disappear, and be done away with. Make him look like a fucking nut, right Doctor Time Travel Goldberg???????????????????? Just as with the musical project, Billy Harner 2000. It doesn’t exist says the world. But the Copyright Office knows better, and so does the company in Pennsauken, New Jersey, called, Discmakers, on Route 130. http://www.billyharner.com/ oh but this is but one example. We have hundreds folks, literally. Another is the great Congressman Andrews, my 1980 vocalist on two of my copyrighted tunes, Long Eriver Blues, and Love So High.
‘DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD’, the song has been sung over and over, and I have nothing to prove to a single person on Planet Earth. All of the Copyright Office staff, knows well, what is going on all around me, and it is all, and will always be, none other than EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WFMU RADIO Comments:
This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Oh well, the ancient Chinese knew what was happening, thousands of years ago. But if you think any of this is the kicker for this blog, you have only but begun your trek into it good people, and all named Karen as well!!!!!!!!!!
Every place I ever go to live, it is always the same LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS HACKER thing, good folks. It never ever stops for one very good reason That believe it or not I figured out in late 1985 somewhere after my first move into the Highview Cheers Apartments of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey. This also led to me figuring out parallel event as it applies to roulette gaming!!!!!!!! If you are looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to tell you some truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TIME is not a complex or wild and bizarre thing, folks. It is just a spatial relationship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let us go on with the MEDIA and so-called free press. Free is as relative as all things not going at the speed of light. The story about the girl who punched the guy to death vanished into thin air. Why? Because it vindicates me and stuff I claim all happened to me and happens to me. Don’t let that bastard mother fucker Mark Wayne Mohr ever be vindicated or prove himself to the world. That’;s a fucking must, good folks. That is top ultimate ass priority, YO. They think I don’t know all this? SHEEEEEIT almighty, or maybe they could care less that I am aware of all this or naut, Miss Blake. After-all,. Who listens to a certified crackpot looney nutcase????????????????? And if I was not using a computer to blog, there would obviously be more fucking news on the news, regarding this latest Microsucks Update crap, that has my machine as fucked up as a busted fucking over flowing toilet at light speed squared!!!
Did somebody say fucking “WOW”?
DON’T FREAKING LISTEN TO MY MESSAGE. THAT IS ENTIRELY UP TO EVERYONE OF YOU. BUT YES LOVELY ARM BREAKER GINA FROM THE NINETIES, I TOLD THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ANY TIME ANYONE WANTS TO EVER TRY AND PROVE ME WRONG, THE ENTIRE WRLD KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE TO FIND ME, NOT JUST THE CHEMTRAIL AGENTS FROM 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I had just mother fucking written down, “YOU MISSED ME” to Jane the Sleaze water witch bitch of 1993 baseball parks, Rosa and Rosa-lee from National Park, speak of epitomized weirdness from the middle nineties, huh Bjork? Somehow the program in this word office fucking crap is screwing me. What else is new, my lovely auto reverse electronic miracles, huh Pope Canon?????
Well at least it is not summer time in 2008 where I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as ‘he’ would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. Jesus Christ Almighty, these pricks were in the school bus business, like Julia White and Trinidad Sat Nurine and his German Submarines, all creepy crawly things and Richard Marcucci! All this time I did not realize this was glarry eye Billy Crouch, who knew the family well, and told me so in twenty eleven upon several occasions.
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version Saturday, June 21, 2008— Holy mother of goddess, if this is not more than enough to maker a person part with his sanity, pray tell, what the shit is, kind wonderful folks out here, YO??????????????????
I am going to crash out and take lovely Diana to one of her fave waterfalls, and love her all night long and forever. Oh my lightning, I will always love you so, and precious I need your codes to show. (Song lyrics from one of my 1983 projects)
I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE HE FAVORITE GAME SHE’D PLAY, AS HER 1-2-3 KEPT SIGNALING ME, SHE WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, why shouldn’t I “GET SO MAD” Microsucks Corporation, and song thieves??????
Hay Venus; tell your Cuzz Diana, I love her beyond words!!!!
AN OLD SIXTIES SONG APPLIES HERE, CALLED, “I THINK I’M GOING OUT OF MY HEAD”, AND NO, I DID NOT WRITE IT.
I THOUGHT IT WAS 1-2-3 DIANA, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY!
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http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura) Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only the opening title words are real.
To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.
DON’T LOOK ON THE NET FOR MY MUSIC, I HAVE TAKEN IT ALL DOWN. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT! ”NOTHING LASTS FOREVER”.
Of course ‘forever’ is just a silly illusion that exists inside a very few spatial dimensions but who’s counting, 1969 Russ Thaxton, and 1982 Adam Pandora?????????????????
OH SILWEE WABBIT WHAT DO YOU WANT WIZME?
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!
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It is such a weird feeling to know you are repeating something over and over and no matter how you think can you alter things from the last time around, you cannot, and can only do what you did before. There is no magic way of stopping this nightmare or getting out of it or “whatever”, Congressman. I am here to warn the world of things that it is too late for me to turn around for myself, and feel like Jacob Marley, on Charles Dickens great literature classic work we all know and love, “Scrooge”. DON’T EVER GET PUT ON A CRACKPOT FUCKING LIST. If this is the only fucking shit you ever take from my Morianity and use it in your own personal life, than by the fucking Astral Plank Gods, be it that, if you know what is good for you, YO. Believe me peeps, once you are on the certified looney list, you can say one and one is two, and you will be treated like a fucking space cadet and GIVEN tin foil hats by the dozen, to wear; one for every numbered day of all of the months of the rest of your miserable mother loving life. I should know, good folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This GUEST NABE scum bag dirt hole slammer noise maker comes here for a period and then is gone for a period, but there is way more to it than just this, or even anything that these blogs most likely can ever touch on completely, YO. It was very bad until the stock markets were closed for the dam day, and then it got better. Not perfect, but better. If you can access the Dow Jones market chart that I paste in now, before 9:30 tomorrow morning, 24 April of 2014, notice the major big time choppy roller coaster trading day. Every mother fucking time the peaks were hit and the prices began to dip back downward, I GOT SLAMMED, or the doors did anyway. In a mother fucking perfect world, Professor Kaku, the SEC authorities, a professor of statistical mathematics professor somewhere, and the FBI would all meet up in a federal cunt lapping office this week or next week, and IO could show them proof of this for the past nearly 28 years of my unspeakable nightmare hell, perpetrated on me by this sick diseased Wall Street Capitalism Empire, owned and funded entirely by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE!
Each of the eight times where it went down from peaks, sharply, study chart carefully, doors would begin to slam slam slam and hallway noise would begin, over and over again.
BIG JOLLY ME, AT 500 POUNDS IN SOME PARALLEL UNIVERSE, OR RIGHT HERE IN THIS ONE, WITH SOME SLIGHT PHOTOG ALTERATIONS.
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APRIL 24, 2014, SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:04, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.
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Someday, the world will advance, and know the triangle reality, of dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons. Until this time arrives, folks will be missing a very powerful part of truth all around their existence, and of those that they love. In all honesty, I can state with a full and open heart, that it is like you all are living with one eye, one ear, one arm, and one leg; and have done so for several thousand years; and are so used to it, that having two suddenly; would be thought of as awkward and undesirable, to just about anyone of you reading these words. But if you made the leap, and as I said to Professor Theodore Jackson in 1984, in a metaphysical taped telephone conversation, ”crossed over”, without the added on ”fucking around”, you would in no time flat, see brand new frikkin’ horizons, L-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So indeed, we all have those varying crosses, not over, but ON OUR BACKS, and they tend to get heavy, as even the stories tell how Jesus fell down twice and needed to be aided by some big strong dude who helped him to carry his burdensome cross all the way up to the top of Calvary’s great hill, where the Roman Empire executed its criminals, with this horrendous, agonizing, torturous, monstrous method; called, crucifixion. WHAAAAAAAA!!!
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THE MILITUFORCE SCUM BAGS JUST FUCKED UP MY COMPUTER, BOB MCDOWELL. IT WAS IN A SEMI-CRASH FOR TEN MINUTES AND CAME BACK. DOR NO REASON, IT JUST WENT INTO THIS FUCKED UP MODE, OLD SCHOOL CHUM FROM 1972, AND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It came back at 12:34, so it went out around 12:24.
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This CHEMTRAIL FUCKING SHIT IS EVERY FUCKING DAY, and is not gonna fucking go away any time soon. Loved your u-tube video, Orlando, Florida chemtrail poster. Check it out peeps.
It is a hot fucking 85 degrees here in town at Fort Pierce. It was not anywhere near this hot on another day that I remember so well, a Saturday, 1400 miles away from here now give or take, and really, a lot more miles in light reality, as the year was 1982 and I was at the now called, Coriel Institute, on Ferry Avenue in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I had taken a short nap on the floor until my boss was due to return with some cleaning supplies, I worked for this duosh bag named Bernie Derakowski. He was in the same business that Donna Summer’s daddy was in, only not the firehouse monster rocker sound distorter DJDS. Anywho YO, I fell into sleep and had this wild experience where I was in two thousand twenty-three and a boy and a girl of about age twelve or so told me that they were watching me and were always watching me. Oh well, maybe they also observe all breaths I take, all smiles I fake, and even knew that I would blog this right now in 2K-eleven, as well as go back in time as soon as I sign off and send this up to another few blogs from 2007 and in that range, and tell this story. You see, send back text files are not mysterious, nor is any of the stuff from MI on tape on the RGG song, and on and on. It all is a huge trick, as NC calls it when he spoke to me last night in a powerful trance, the signals from the oblatron-box. Some signal. Wow, I really have your number Mister trouble maker, how is your RP pal LM doing???????????? The moon and the sun and the Greeks, yes the entire story tells itself, cover to cover. Who is kidding who?
Yes peeps, just who is kidding who, in this great and powerful hyperspace filled with so many wonderful 4-D universes???????????
Oh the Goddess, does life totally stink for poor pitiful me, lovely Linda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!!!!!
Not all peeps in the ESS want to invite peeps into this until THEY DECIDE when the time is right. Well, who made them god? They did, Mister McNulty, so AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA to you too after forty two and a half mother freaking years!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin? Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »
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Just exactly which exploratron jumped inside this man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal? Well, now you would be asking things that go beyond what Morianity can hope to tell you. I do not know individual travelers, nor will any of you, ever. I do know that few travel alone, just as the ancient roads and even roads today can be dangerous at the wee early morning hours to travel on. How long would Shakira last on a bicycle wearing a bikini, at three in the morning???????????????????? I merely am attempting to make a ‘pernt’ here, Mister Archie Bunker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, Crissake! It’s eleven shy of fucking one, and this goes on through four many times, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for my life, it is only different from most of yours, because of the same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess, EXPLORATRONICS, the best kept secret in the world in endless multiples of parallel universes.
All of this is why there in fact are three dimensions that take holographic form in our reality, and then when placed along another line beyond these dimensions, objects and shapes then appear to be in a magic state we know as ”motion”, or existing in and along a ”time-line”. This allows universes to become jacked in from the sixth dimension of TRUE MIND, by first coming alive in a tiny plank world or absolute subatomic reality, also known as the spirit worlds and the astral planes. In truth it is one plane, one reality, and is not a place or location at all, but a condition that is created when certain things take place from the highest seventh dimension, or the LAWTRON WORLD, that escapes the void infinity, which we have little time right now, to cover any of the large details about all of this, in my blog of today. But I will say this much right now. I will be giving out a major bunch of brain teasers that you cannot even imagine right now, so leaving me and Morianity at this point, would be advisable for those who is all honesty, care nothing about the real honest truth, and much of this, I can prove, just not in court, and not safely. As I type, many banging doors are going on and it is half past one on this Saturday morning, and this illegal GUEST is here, slamming and banging away, and has been all through FRIDAY, and for most of the week, getting more and more progressive as time persists, and just as with the other time recently, I will let it reach a point and eventually, have to tell Debbie Marotto again. Now we move back to the local future, and see how texts that pertain to cosmic time wormholes, also connect into other events, and I thought I was insane back in the eighties playing roulette in Atlantic City; and stuff would happen to me at the wheels, that was all along these lines. Back then, I thought I was becoming a total crazy person. Many of you think that anyway. That is entirely your business. I know just how powerful all of this shit is, and need no help from anyone as far as believing all of this. The help I could use has been discussed before, and no one on this fucked up planet wishes to ever offer any, easy as it would be for a lot of peeps to do without so much as changing one thousandths of one percent of anything in their lives. Yet it would take me from HELL straight into HEAVEN, if I am permitted a small poetic license here, for slight exaggeration; YO!!!!
Morianity has officially labeled and named, the ESS. Spelled out, this is the ”EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK lovely INGRID, I was told recently that some folks think this name is a code of some kind. For all I know it is, but when MIDDIE-ISIS talked to me through the system of numerous electronic devices all attached to a normal telephone, back in early 1984, after my return trip from Orlando, Florida; or it might have been right shy of when I went down to visit my old Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; things to quote the latengrate vocalist, Karen Carpenter, had only just begun!!!!
Believe me folks, what I know, would blow your mind to the point of absolute insanity. You can say it is insanity or out right full testicle bragging, but what I know about the plank world and how it is effecting you and me here, makes all other known information combined, appear as a pile of worthless dogshit. But I am on a crackpot list, so I have no way of making anyone see anything. When Chris Bennett suggested that I blog, back in 2006; it led to me doing this ‘Morianity’, as a new religion; and this was not the original intention of the Mountainpen, or me. That much truth, you need to hear right now, Jane Sleazeball Notfondau Waterwitchbitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my blogs have discussed this before. Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555, and 555555555555555555555555555555!!!!! EVERYTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE THING, FOLKS:
SOME ARE ALWAYS WONDERING AND SILENTLY ASKING, how is all of this effecting our every day world, and when I am done; some will be able to rethink that, with new words such as, how is this NOT effecting our every day world?
Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas, early in the twenty-two hundreds. REMEMBER THIS??????? Well, this was a one on a scale from one to a hundred, and in a few days, we will all jump to a three, TEE HEE HEE, and all Lilly Munsters out there somewhere, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, a lot of my peeps love to play head games with me, identifying them all as both T3E whether they are consciously aware of it or not, as well as MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I only told half the story on the other blog regarding losing all my bets one night at the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City in 1986, and the lights being mostly off in the parking garage as some kind of a warning signal to me from DIANA. Before I learned that the photo image on the meet more crackpots WFMU radio page about me, had been removed; I saw for the first time ever, when looking at the Jupiter Jetty Cam of the Weather-Bug, the entire building overlooking the ocean to the right, some large condo building, ALL THE LIGHTS WERE ON very brilliantly, you could not miss the event. I was going over some documents in my open office file, and first observed that, and then observed the missing image. However, it is back, not the lights, but the image. After I said I might go to Jupiter Inlet Jetty on my previous blog, if anyone noticed this or not, I did, a MAJOR CHEMTRAIL ATTACK came all over that area, and was very visible on the cam. Maybe if you read this, you can use the controls offered by the WB system, to observe the past 24 hours, and it allows you to stop and freeze as well, if I am not mistaken, so you can prove to yourself, that as Mister Yogi Berra said it so well a while back, “Some things are just too coincidental to be a coincidence”. You believe whatever you like, I personally go with Mister Berra.
Now through Space-Time-Mind, I did not remember yesterday, to finish the second part that was just told now, regarding the building all lit up, sort of a reverse of all the lights being out, that night in 1986, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I did not plan or mean to forget, and what made me not say it all last night was not a mental block or old age or brain damage, or any of that. All these things are part of this incredible thing I have tried unsuccessfully to share with this blind ignorant world in this century, called by me, and Morianity; STM. Bob FCC MCDOWELL old pal, the FAWCES are messing with my computer big time on this blog, but them, they are doing stuff like this almost all the time, so what really is so new here right now? STM is just one part of the laws that exist in the Quantum-World and down towards void infinity or zero dimension even further, into the gateway of the Astral-Plane, or the plank world or spirit world. Let me show you a few little brain teasers, and then, soon this blog will end forever, as no one cares about any of this; and I am not here to twist your freaking arms.
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Ladies and gentlemen, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, many many things; and since no one seems to care; then I am closing this blog down. It is time for me to go to Mexico, and I need to save, so I must stop paying for telephone and internet and all unnecessary utilities.
Since Saturday night, hardly any of my viewers have been up on my blog, maybe ten in 72 hours. Photos come and go to make me look stupid, and zillions of other things that are not worth my time and energy belly aching about. But I WILL NOT sit here and be anyone’s emmereffing fool, THAT you can know and believe, whoever is up here reading MORIANITY for darn near a hundred freaking months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diseased dirt bag sub scum have enjoyed messing with me and teasing me for nearly sixty freaking years now, and I am not going to put up with it any more. I will just close this junk down and it will be your loss, not mine. Between all the hacking, the Microsucks updates crap, people all being in some weird collusion, and refusal by anyone to communicate with me by phone, e-mail, or any other possible source, then what am I left to believe but you are all a bunch of OTAMMITE ENEMIES, you tell me what you would be thinking in my place, go ahead? I am not some mother fucking retard.
I feel too fucked up right now to say the shit I was going to say about teasing your brain and proving a lot of my stuff beyond the shadow of doubt, so it will just have to wait for another time. I will tell this much as a pure revenge tactic on whatever and whoever is hurting me with such a mother fucking powerful passionate vengeance. I told you how we all are moving in conscious fractional motions of about a little over 400 instants per minute, but did I tell you that personality is more than our biological computer minds living through sensory environments? It is also a reality, that the exact processing speed of our sixth dimensional receivers or BRAINS, makes us unique as far as having totally different personalities, even if we experienced totally duplicate stimulus. Roughly about 390-450 instants per second is our processing speed, consciously, the exact reason that out of all possible planetary diameters, our Earth being about 8,000 miles and thus approximately just under 25,000 miles around, allows us to be in REAL TIME as one world. Anything further away in space than 25,000 miles is out of real-time. It is in a delay. You look at the night sky and never ever will see what truly exists, only a huge illusion. You look back into time, literally as you peer out into the vast darkness. This is because of Lawtronics that set the speed of light at an exact velocity, and is why we all live here on a world not half or double this size. But if you could build a non biological machine such as our silicon computer minds, to be equal to even a three year old, and placed these machines in robotic bodies that were able to really sense their environment, they would develop human type emotions, just as would the 3 three year old human. This was not known until about ten years ago or less, because all the most powerful machines put together were still on the level of a one year old at best. In our lifetimes, barring some disaster man made or non man made, if things progress along as they have for about 100 years, we will all come to see machines surpassing the human brain, and the emotions of these android entities will also be greater than ours as they get better and better. There is an exact ratio and proportion to how much computer power and sensory attachment capability that can be constructed, with how evolved the actual full range of beingness that includes a full range of all of our so-called human emotions, comes into play. We are evolving, but unfortunately, are too stupid to see that we are allowing the machine brains to evolve faster than we can in a curve that is due to equalize in most of our lifetimes. The dangers that await humanity are inconceivable. The ony other argument that can possibly put the ESS out of business, is more along this and the Doctor Bruce Goldberg concepts. In our ignorance, we cannot physically figure out how to make travel into the past a reality, and we do not want to accept that it can eventually be done, because of a fear called paradox. There is no paradox in five dimensions. Hyperspace is one huge endless overdubbing process like sound engineers in an eternal music studio, endlessly mixing and remixing all sorts of musical tracks. The studios do not explode, and nobody ends up flying off the other side of the heavens. Half of the universes in hyperspace have electrical charges in their atoms that work in one polarity, and the other half, in the opposite polarity. Each polarity runs time in one direction, and to each other’s perspective, they are running in reverse to their forward normal reality. To go backward into time, you merely move into one of these parallel universes and travel very fast, and then come back to where you were, or would have been. Reality breaks apart 420 times every minute without anyone traveling out of their regular time. Should someone in fact do so, they are never in danger of causing the great time travel paradox. These changes occur without any traveling at all. In the plank world, forces cause this all to happen with no altering of regular running time. So should we alter that into an irregular time, what we do now or later or what we did, happens fifth dimensionally endlessly, never rewriting anything in lower dimensionality, hence, no worrying about going back an hour and shooting yourself dead. If you do, that you is dead and the you with the shooting gun is moving along in a totally different parallel reality, it changes whether we travel or don’t travel, 420 times every minute.
FUCKING WHORE JANE just got me with eleven of eleven; so I will compensate now with my fives. Every cunt lapping day in 2014 is BOTBAR, I’ve not seen life this mother fucking way since August of 1986 and the days of REAL GOOD GIRL! So there is nothing new going on, world. The fifth dimension has been here forever, in fact, ”forever” simply fits neatly into the FIFTH DIMENSION, with or without topics, sports, women, or solid gold bars, lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 Rhonda, from Jamaica puts it, in MC’s OHM-9 great movie; we will explore this. Maybe not right now because I feel like a fucking Mack Truck hit me, and this has been a horrible fucking month, year, decade, century, millennium, and infinity, so let us leave that right there.
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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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I can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986 from some weird strange ”dreaming”, that these two events, huge as they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of 1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia, New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my losing a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten clunker Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed between two powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this led to my having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car troubles, including what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner of the Hammonton Texaco, a crazy wild character by the name of ”Jerry”, who was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir??????????
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 allover again. All things so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to the religion for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so often, will begin to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as to most of the possible mechanics behind all of the ”Y’S” that lay behind it all. Then I relax with the television, some educational television that is, documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel, last night or early this morning, being a prime and perfect example. I have come to firmly believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr back in middle 1983 somewhere; has two very different parameters of force that is and always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me to have any normalcy or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the cost may need to be for these plotters, to continuously stalk me and in an unfathomably unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about as close to death without actually dying, as would be humanly imaginable, even taxing the great ‘imaginations’ of the greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years or so! I also 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. This much I have come to learn in the past 24 hours, just from a couple hours of viewing some educational television. 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”. No one can prove it, but a child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration. Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is real power, when they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present day global culture and concepts with religions and cults, Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9 centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over. Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. 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.
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EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN 1997.
Yes, many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally, and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, to get into to much when I am this weak, beginning the 28th mother fucking day of last August in 2013, as you all know, or should know unless someone is totally new to the blogs and Morianity and Mountainpen, as you all know my problem with MUSIC, only none of us really can know WHY this music problem exists, but a child on moron pills can see it plain and clear as days spent with Johnny Nash. In a super compressed nutshell my good folks, here is what I can, and thus, WILL say and tell right now before closing out this blog for this night. SSJKK wants me to know who she is, back as Sarah Nurockey in the sixties of Atlantic City, as well as early in the seventies in Coolie Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, as another Sarah, Mizz beyond super girl white hot Jacobson. Then there is now, which until the middle and late nineties. I was clueless to this newest and latest incarnation on her part. I do remember what I suffered through in those days when I was driven out of nowhere, like the Milituforce attacks that also come totally out of the NOWHERE-BLUE, to find the strange teen girl from Tennessee Avenue. My entire life flipped upside down and it was Trump’s Hassle Krassle CASTLE Casino, ALL OVER AGAIN. I need no Diana Ross records to tell me that things went upside down, and inside out, BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t need this, no how, no nothing. Hello, this is 768, 3573, to complete your call, enter your Privecode number. Oh well, at least it was the magic 7 number twice, and not an Egg Harbor City, New Jersey designation. Goddess Almighty, we don;t want Ann and Dawn to tease the hell out of me every time we come near that recurring dream reform school. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
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I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, THE STOCK MARKET WILL ENDLESSLY FLY UP FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, JUST AS LONG AS THEY CANPICK ON AND PERSECUTE POOR LITTLE INNCENT VICTIM MARK MAYNE MOHR, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) ME. DON’T MOTHER FUCKING LISTEN PEOPLE, THAT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. BUT YES LOVELY ARM BREAKER GINA FROM THE NINETIES, YOU TOLD ME, AND NOW, I AM TELLING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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All these cock sucking mother fucking pricks have to do is destroy my weekend, and BANG, the DOW JONES INDUSTRIALS will fly up to the cunt swallowing moon and beyond. Why won’t one of you quintessential assholes ever believe in my agony, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Why won’t they; great and powerful mother fucking Copyright Office of 1984? You see, THAT sir Lurch Rockdroid, IS MY PROBLEM, SO STOP CALLING MY MONNY, I AM 29 YEARS OLD AND NOT A LITTLE MOTHER FUCKIGN BABY, OR DID MY KID PUT YOU UP TO THIS?????????????? WOW, IF I HAD DONE SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS AT THAT AGE, mirrors sidney WOPULD HAVE HAD MY BLOOD DRAINED OUT AND FED TO FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ROSEANN DELANEY FOR DIN-DIN, LOVELY EYES-BETTY!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WHAAAAAAAAAA and go fuck your mother, you evil monster mother fucking Wall Street creep jig bags, at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a short story you need to hear so your memory is refreshed, even if you never read my first half of my blogs from 06-10 of this stinking rotten hellish miserable fucking asshole century, good people. One night in 1986, David Roth and I were in Atlantic City and I went to gamble at the then Golden Nugget Casino that now is the same building, but called the Hilton, lovely Paris who never, just like Wendy Silverspoon Thomas, had a bad day in her spoiled filthy rotten little ass life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, YO; as we entered the parking garage of the place, all the lights were off and it was late in the night time, not twelve fucking noon. I am not talking pitch black, but a preponderance of lights that should have been on, were not, for reasons that then, I just totally believed, was Goddess Diana (whom I call MIDDIE-ISIS, now), was warning me not to gamble there, that it was all magnetically or ‘cosmologically’ ”FIXED” against me. Sure enough, I LOST EVERY SINGLE 50-50 BET IN A ROW, while David stood there, looking as though his dog, best friend, and parents; had all just died in excruciating agony, right in front of his mother fucking cunt eyes. I never ever forget shit, I remember every little detail about the last 10,000 mother fucking years, not even dream breaks or (LIFETIMES) bust up my incredible memories. I can see it now in front of me as clearly as if a naked lovely whore was throwing me down right now and fucking me pathetic little brains out of my cruel intentions 1999 skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My point in this, is that some huge thing is all behind why that photo in the MEET MORE CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY HATE-PAGE, was suddenly removed on Dawn-Marie Kings birthday, of course she passed out of this veil of fucking tears on New Years Day back in twenty fucking eleven, as holidays seem to be an incredible major something in THIS WILD ASS FAMILY, just what, is anybody’s mother fucking guess. Maybe I will go to the Jupiter fucking Jetty and jump off and take a big deep breath, and just go ahead and Paula Weston Stabler Patton, “DIE-DIE-DIE”, HUH David ha-ha tapes Trilane Squiretrek Roth?????????????????
HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO, CALL TEN, AT&T BLAKE SOCIETY of all GAMES EXPERTS AND FUTURE PROPHETIC DREAMINGS!!!!!!!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS FROM JANUARY 2006-PRESENT DAYS:
Original five blogs: On Blogger since January 2006 Profile views – 2893 My blogs Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL About me Gender Male Industry Non-Profit Occupation paranormal researcher Location hammonton, new jersey, United States Introduction Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Interests I close my mind to nothing Favorite Movies all old movies Favorite Music most old music Favorite Books 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 lovely TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PROGRAM DESCRIPTION Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for males. MISSION STATEMENT Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal responsibility. Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs. With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is making a difference in the lives of youth. PROGRAM GOALS Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities. PRIMARY SERVICES 1. Counseling Component – Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social workers. 2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the expectation that youth will return to the regional public school or transitional school. 3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services Commission, as needed. 4. Recreation and Athletics are conducted in the facility gymnasium by the Physical Education Teacher provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District. 5. Sex Education and Parenting classes are provided by an on-site Program Specialist. 6. Community involvement is maintained through special events which include speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg Harbor, members of the police department, and people from other walks of life. 7. In House Detention Program – The facility manages a 10 slot program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth continue in usual community activities pending court appearance. ADMISSION CRITERIA Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded to Harborfields. VISITING HOURS Sunday 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM – Family & Friends Thursday 7:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Parents Only Visitation Requirements:
Visitors must present proper ID Visitors under 18 must be accompanied by an adult. No former residents are allowed to visit. Special visits available upon request, with approval of the Superintendent. You know that old expression, ”GET REAL”. Well, let’s, Herby and George and Everett. Why did Dawn King know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life, was so interconnected with the larger extended family, unless all the things that Morianity and my blogs have taken us for more than eight years, are indeed, all true and totally correct?????????? YOU GO, OLD coworker and pal, ‘Bob Schleigh’ from Mac Andrews in 1980!
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Many of us are not who we appear. Is it real, is it Memorex, or is it fake steak Techno-pop? You always have to wonder. But as per the ICPE-APE and me and Misses Dow Jones, I do not think wondering has much to do with shit.
JUST KEEP PUMMELING AND HARASSING POOR OLD ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES WHILE HE DREAMS DOWN HERE HE IS MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND THE DOW WILL KEEP ENDLESSLY FLYING UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, LOVELY GINA QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
AND NO, I DO NOT HAVE A PHOTO OF LOVELY GODDESS TALL NIGHT-LADY GINA, SORRY FOLKS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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HOLY MOTHER OF GODDESS, JUST TAKE A GANDER AT THAT WALL STREET RAGING BULL THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Watch the Dow Jones fucking fly up today folks, and this is no fucking joke, YO, you will see, just as I told you, lovely giant fucking GINA. TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME FOR ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY PROPHECIES. PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME.
AS LONG AS THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE PITIFUL ME TO PICK ON, AND RELENTLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE; THESE MARKETS WILL MOVE ONE WAY AND ONLY ONE WAY, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, SEE HOW FUCKING CORRECT I AM, YO???????????????????
ALL I WANT IS TO BE WRONG, BUT I NEVER MOTHER FUCKING AM, GOOD FOLKS, AM I BRAHHHHHHH????????
SO YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ALONG WITH all of fucking Manhattan can indeed Put ”THAT” on the blackboard of David Leigh Smith, back in 1970 at Wormhole Cooley Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!! Sing it to me, lovely X-MAS TREE ANGEL JACOBSON, and screw the Pope and his canons, as the miracles in my endless life make Gary Trek Mitchell look like a tortoise walking alone on a deserted forest path!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY, MADE AFTER SOMETHING QUITE MAJOR WAS BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION, KIND READERS:
BOB MCDOWELL OLD PAL, THIS MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACK AND ENDLESSLY FAILING UPDATES SHIT IS A VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS TO OWN A NECESSARY COMPUTER, FCC, MY OLD SCHOOL CHUM FROM COOLEY WORMHOLE ANGEL DREAM HALL OF 1972!!!!!!!!!!!
IT IS 3:20 ANTE’ MERIDIAN, 22 APRIL OF 2014. I FEEL THIS IS QUITE MAJOR, IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, RONALD WIRTZ SENIOR, EX ADA OF CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY, KIND SIR, HAVE A LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You.” December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE: DO NOT CLICK HERE, THIS IS ALL DEFUNCT AND GONE! http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU GUESS WHAT, SOMEBODY REMOVED THE PHOTO OF THE ‘SUPPOSED ME’, AS OF 21 APRIL IN 2014. I BELIEVE THIS WAS DAWN’S BD. At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane. Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.) Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality: Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3) If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil. Posted by Listener Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey, Religion | Permalink Tweet This! | TrackBack TrackBack URL for this entry: http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451c29169e200d8350368f969e2 Listed below are links to weblogs that reference More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3): Comments
This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
I AM NOT BUYING INTO WHATEVER JUST HAPPENED ON DAWN KING’S BIRTHDAY, NOT FOR 600 BILLION MOTHER FUCKING DOLLARS, UNITED STATES CASH CURRENCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ddddddddddddd, the song has been sung over and over, and I have nothing to mother fucking cunt prove to a single ass fucking prick eating soul, good people, N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO THE ANCIENT CHINESE, WHO HAD TRUE WISDOM, AND KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF SPACE-TIME-MIND.
JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE EQVT. #25,789
APRIL 22, 2014, EARLY TUESDAY MORNING AT 12:25, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 66 DEGREES FNHT.
This asshole is back to stay for a while, but he never really leaves, nor does the truth behind his being here ever leave, despite the many RMCTX folks never coming to realize what is happening. Oh well, the ancient Chinese knew what was happening, thousands of years ago. But if you think any of this is the kicker for this blog, you have only but begun your trek into it good people, and all named Karen as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every place I ever go to live, it is always the same LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS HACKER thing, good folks. It never ever stops for one very good reason That believe it or not I figured out in late 1985 somewhere after my first move into the Highview Cheers Apartments of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey. This also led to me figuring out parallel event as it applies to roulette gaming, along with help from wonderful MIDDIE, and please don’t be as dumb as the scientists and say to me, how can a fifteen year old girl show you all these things. You know it is so funny, shee, not ha-ha funny, but really, I expect way too much of my viewers, after-all the Stein and the Chair and all of them, are kids in a sandbox to me, and I do not hold any degree, and this is why the party was not a great success, SH. Only folks like me could have shown up, and you would have turned us all away. Don’t get me wrong, I love these shows on educational channels, and I try to love my enemies to keep Uncle Jesus happy, and wow, as I said, I TRY. I know sure as hell burns, I am not perfect, neither is Bruce Allan Pennock, nor is my great super daughter.
If you are looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to tell you some truths, you of the non science world, you of the science world, and all and any other you’s out here, in whatever Andrews categories somewhere, AHA AHA Mike.
So for weather, go to another blog, for stats and info on me, do likewise. This blog will hammer out a few quick powerful truths, and when you are done reading, you may just have the beginning of knowing why you CANNOT know what powerful world owners ARE INDEED covering up, or seemingly covering up. As old blogs stated many times, it is not the ability of the sender of words and messages, so much as it is the receivers of that message, that unfortunately, are lacking the ability to GET IT. This all was talked about 2000 years ago in bible scriptures with that stuff about they have eyes and do not see and ears and do not hear. You have had my blogs for nearly 100 months, and I remain just a crackpot nutcase with a measly paltry total page hits, next to average blogs, that get hundreds of times more, and tell hundreds of times less as far as any eternal value. The first person who says to themselves, screw eternal value; I hear you, and my message back is; no, sorry; it is screwing you right now, and made you think that absurd thought, and I am totally powerless to stop any of this, right wonderful CHINA and all CHAINS, yes it took me about 44 years, and now great folks over there, I GET IT, I REALLY GET IT, what an asshole I was, and thank you for letting me see it for myself, the only true methodology for learning things of great and incredible value.
If they stopped for a few seconds, all these great wise-men of science, they might see a glimmer of truth in my words, especially if they would diligently check out all my songs, but no, this will not happen Lenny McKinnon, and yes sir, I already know this, as I already knew you were not going to promote me as a songwriter in 1980, and told you that much. At least I was honest, and was too young to stand my ground with you, that was a major fatal mistake that I cannot over estimate or over exaggerate, if I was paid a trillion bucks to do so.
First off, I remember every word you spoke to me that afternoon, Julia, on the Black Horse Pike in 1997. At the time, I was blind and deaf, and you spoke gibberish to my ignorant soul. Now it is all decoded, unscrambled, and clear as tinkering bell right in the ear. It is a shinning light right in the eye, just like when the eye-dock looks into your eye with that bright light after dilating the pupils with those eye drops. But I cannot hate others for being centuries behind where I am, well, a few decades probably is more accurate, since in the past 100 years, there is a major parabolic increasing curve in the rate or delta change in human knowledge. Still, what you see on these channels I describe, is what I was talking about word for word 40 years ago, on tapped bugged SNOWED-IN telephones, told you I know stuff, and you all were laughing at me and what my blogs said about this, before Snowden the ex-NSA guy blew that cover to high unholy hellfire. My point is that maybe in 20 years, they will all be where these blogs are, and understand I speak the truth about STM, and since we are on the topic of me and the truth, all other things as well.
Let me show you, since everyone loves to laugh at me, how funny the great show from twenty-ten is, was, whatever. In the middle somewhere was that part about making time cut in half by circling our galaxy heart, Mister Spock Movies; and coming back and changing the time. I don’t know what you are smoking, but I need to get in on this great stuff, Mister Hawking and other great men and women of science. Go to a location 26,000 years away, a 52,000 year round trip separation, maybe close to 53,000 as we all know how much energy would be required to expend to hit a velocity to do even this, and then you are talking about orbiting the black hole for a year and only being half a year older. Wow, please, I really want to get in on whatever dope you folks are legally shooting up with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a magic formula that I do not have the time to come up with, but if I did have the time, it would alter this world. Any form of life that is aware of time, such as not your pets, as they do not know tomorrow from yesterday; as a bumble bee also does not, and has a much wider consciousness time level, some claim more than 50 times ours, but all that counts is those with awareness to time, so that means us, US HUMAN BEINGS. We are the ones who evolved here on this Earth, and why can’t you blind butt-wipes see the powerful awesome proof that SPACE-TIME-MIND is a powerful reality, when I tell you that you move consciously, at roughly one seventh of a second, frame by frame, I did not say unconsciously, that is a whole other ballgame, and for another ‘TIME’. Well, the speed of light circles this world of ours in one seventh of a second as well. This is, as Mister Berra puts it perfectly, ”Just too coincidental to be a coincidence”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what proves SPACE-TIME-MIND. I just do not have a lot of free time in a worry free life and environment, with lots of college physics friends all around, or ui would make a formula, it wouldn’t be that hard to do, I promise you. This verifies that all this physical traveling in space, time, and parallel universes, is an automatic naturally occurring reality. We all are doing it forever and ever.
Morianity began in 1995. There was no Blogger Dot Com yet, and even internet for average users, was quite new. Morianity is me telling anyone who may want to know, some wild truths, nothing more, nothing less. This is the reality of things, ladies and gentlemen.
Maybe, as with Christianity, it will take a few hundred years, but I guarantee you all this; eventually, someone somewhere will say, oh yeah, Mark Wayne Mohr told somebody all of this, the poor little fucked up bastard. He was really crucified. Yeah, move over UNCLE JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, it does not matter where I live or move to, it is always the nastiest noisiest pricks that always seem to be all around me. I am not the only one who observed this however. You see it is time I let you in on some big ass secrets today good folks. First, my mother was relatively a normal human being, my father, the jury is out on that for right now, right Stacey Hamblin, and all Hammonton mail counts of OHM-8 Christmas tree angels??????????? Still, my mom said one day to me, no matter where we move, we get the worst neighbors in the entire block, and she nor I, are deluded, psychotic, making up stories out of school to get attention, or WHATEVER, Oak Street Congressman old buddy from ’75!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Travelers have all gotten together a trillion years ago, give or take a vigintillion, and joined and formed, what has been labeled in this religion of Morianity’s list of concepts and terms, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, Private Cosmicoded Number 275. I have told why they do what they do and why games are played, and how it avoids the eternal agony of keeping endlessness in our consciousness. Now all of you right now only hope for what you already not only have, but detest and abhor with a mother freaking passion. Things in waking mortal life are Lawtronically designed to create mirages and illusions, the world is filled with Maya, an old religious term for just this thing, ILLUSION, or to put it in Gene Roddenberry style, not Cranberry, not blueberry, and certainly not Archie Bunker’s raspberry, the power of the Tallosions. Get the original movie that started all of STAR TREK, and this nearly 2 hours show tells the true story of the power of illusion, but is clever enough to keep the government, who Gene worked for, in numerous capacities throughout his life; from being angry with him. If you do it THEIR WAY, they will even help you with your production, I know these things, I was in the freaking entertainment bizz back when my super daughter was in fifth grade. Did any of you viewers who know all of my claims, ever wonder why the lights do in fact glitter the way they do? Gimme a break Marge Barge Leo!
Well, I said what I wanted to for today, but I had reasons for not talking yet to my resident manager, Mizz Marotto, about these monster uncouth nabes from hell. I have my plans, but I also know about Ron Wirtz and feeding verses starving these traveling monsters, who use me to avoid thinking about their endlessness, you would call it immortality, and kill for it. There are peeps who have done a lot of whacky things to try and achieve it. You’re all kids in a sandbox, and when Mark the Spark comes over to bring you some lemonade and sandwiches, and maybe a little powerful wisdom along with it, you take the food and drink, and spit in my face. Fine. No prob, Bob. As I said, I have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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YES, IT REALLY DOES END RIGHT HERE, FOR RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO!!!!
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It is such a weird feeling to know you are repeating something over and over and no matter how you think can you alter things from the last time around, you cannot, and can only do what you did before. There is no magic way of stopping this nightmare or getting out of it or “whatever”, Congressman. I am here to warn the world of things that it is too late for me to turn around for myself, and feel like Jacob Marley, on Charles Dickens great literature classic work we all know and love, “Scrooge”. DON’T EVER GET PUT ON A CRACKPOT FUCKING LIST. If this is the only fucking shit you ever take from my Morianity and use it in your own personal life, than by the fucking Astral Plank Gods, be it that, if you know what is good for you, YO. Believe me peeps, once you are on the certified looney list, you can say one and one is two, and you will be treated like a fucking space cadet and GIVEN tin foil hats by the dozen, to wear; one for every numbered day of all of the months of the rest of your miserable mother loving life. I should know, good folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This GUEST NABE scum bag dirt hole slammer noise maker comes here for a period and then is gone for a period, but there is way more to it than just this, or even anything that these blogs most likely can ever touch on completely, YO. It was very bad until the stock markets were closed for the dam day, and then it got better. Not perfect, but better. If you can access the Dow Jones market chart that I paste in now, before 9:30 tomorrow morning, 24 April of 2014, notice the major big time choppy roller coaster trading day. Every mother fucking time the peaks were hit and the prices began to dip back downward, I GOT SLAMMED, or the doors did anyway. In a mother fucking perfect world, Professor Kaku, the SEC authorities, a professor of statistical mathematics professor somewhere, and the FBI would all meet up in a federal cunt lapping office this week or next week, and IO could show them proof of this for the past nearly 28 years of my unspeakable nightmare hell, perpetrated on me by this sick diseased Wall Street Capitalism Empire, owned and funded entirely by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE!
Each of the eight times where it went down from peaks, sharply, study chart carefully, doors would begin to slam slam slam and hallway noise would begin, over and over again.
BIG JOLLY ME, AT 500 POUNDS IN SOME PARALLEL UNIVERSE, OR RIGHT HERE IN THIS ONE, WITH SOME SLIGHT PHOTOG ALTERATIONS.
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Someday, the world will advance, and know the triangle reality, of dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons. Until this time arrives, folks will be missing a very powerful part of truth all around their existence, and of those that they love. In all honesty, I can state with a full and open heart, that it is like you all are living with one eye, one ear, one arm, and one leg; and have done so for several thousand years; and are so used to it, that having two suddenly; would be thought of as awkward and undesirable, to just about anyone of you reading these words. But if you made the leap, and as I said to Professor Theodore Jackson in 1984, in a metaphysical taped telephone conversation, ”crossed over”, without the added on ”fucking around”, you would in no time flat, see brand new frikkin’ horizons, L-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So indeed, we all have those varying crosses, not over, but ON OUR BACKS, and they tend to get heavy, as even the stories tell how Jesus fell down twice and needed to be aided by some big strong dude who helped him to carry his burdensome cross all the way up to the top of Calvary’s great hill, where the Roman Empire executed its criminals, with this horrendous, agonizing, torturous, monstrous method; called, crucifixion. WHAAAAAAAA!!!
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THE MILITUFORCE SCUM BAGS JUST FUCKED UP MY COMPUTER, BOB MCDOWELL. IT WAS IN A SEMI-CRASH FOR TEN MINUTES AND CAME BACK. DOR NO REASON, IT JUST WENT INTO THIS FUCKED UP MODE, OLD SCHOOL CHUM FROM 1972, AND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It came back at 12:34, so it went out around 12:24.
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This CHEMTRAIL FUCKING SHIT IS EVERY FUCKING DAY, and is not gonna fucking go away any time soon. Loved your u-tube video, Orlando, Florida chemtrail poster. Check it out peeps.
It is a hot fucking 85 degrees here in town at Fort Pierce. It was not anywhere near this hot on another day that I remember so well, a Saturday, 1400 miles away from here now give or take, and really, a lot more miles in light reality, as the year was 1982 and I was at the now called, Coriel Institute, on Ferry Avenue in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I had taken a short nap on the floor until my boss was due to return with some cleaning supplies, I worked for this duosh bag named Bernie Derakowski. He was in the same business that Donna Summer’s daddy was in, only not the firehouse monster rocker sound distorter DJDS. Anywho YO, I fell into sleep and had this wild experience where I was in two thousand twenty-three and a boy and a girl of about age twelve or so told me that they were watching me and were always watching me. Oh well, maybe they also observe all breaths I take, all smiles I fake, and even knew that I would blog this right now in 2K-eleven, as well as go back in time as soon as I sign off and send this up to another few blogs from 2007 and in that range, and tell this story. You see, send back text files are not mysterious, nor is any of the stuff from MI on tape on the RGG song, and on and on. It all is a huge trick, as NC calls it when he spoke to me last night in a powerful trance, the signals from the oblatron-box. Some signal. Wow, I really have your number Mister trouble maker, how is your RP pal LM doing???????????? The moon and the sun and the Greeks, yes the entire story tells itself, cover to cover. Who is kidding who?
Yes peeps, just who is kidding who, in this great and powerful hyperspace filled with so many wonderful 4-D universes???????????
Oh the Goddess, does life totally stink for poor pitiful me, lovely Linda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Put ”THAT” on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!!!!!
Not all peeps in the ESS want to invite peeps into this until THEY DECIDE when the time is right. Well, who made them god? They did, Mister McNulty, so AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA to you too after forty two and a half mother freaking years!!!!!!!!!!
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Just exactly which exploratron jumped inside this man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal? Well, now you would be asking things that go beyond what Morianity can hope to tell you. I do not know individual travelers, nor will any of you, ever. I do know that few travel alone, just as the ancient roads and even roads today can be dangerous at the wee early morning hours to travel on. How long would Shakira last on a bicycle wearing a bikini, at three in the morning???????????????????? I merely am attempting to make a ‘pernt’ here, Mister Archie Bunker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, Crissake! It’s eleven shy of fucking one, and this goes on through four many times, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for my life, it is only different from most of yours, because of the same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess, EXPLORATRONICS, the best kept secret in the world in endless multiples of parallel universes.
All of this is why there in fact are three dimensions that take holographic form in our reality, and then when placed along another line beyond these dimensions, objects and shapes then appear to be in a magic state we know as ”motion”, or existing in and along a ”time-line”. This allows universes to become jacked in from the sixth dimension of TRUE MIND, by first coming alive in a tiny plank world or absolute subatomic reality, also known as the spirit worlds and the astral planes. In truth it is one plane, one reality, and is not a place or location at all, but a condition that is created when certain things take place from the highest seventh dimension, or the LAWTRON WORLD, that escapes the void infinity, which we have little time right now, to cover any of the large details about all of this, in my blog of today. But I will say this much right now. I will be giving out a major bunch of brain teasers that you cannot even imagine right now, so leaving me and Morianity at this point, would be advisable for those who is all honesty, care nothing about the real honest truth, and much of this, I can prove, just not in court, and not safely. As I type, many banging doors are going on and it is half past one on this Saturday morning, and this illegal GUEST is here, slamming and banging away, and has been all through FRIDAY, and for most of the week, getting more and more progressive as time persists, and just as with the other time recently, I will let it reach a point and eventually, have to tell Debbie Marotto again. Now we move back to the local future, and see how texts that pertain to cosmic time wormholes, also connect into other events, and I thought I was insane back in the eighties playing roulette in Atlantic City; and stuff would happen to me at the wheels, that was all along these lines. Back then, I thought I was becoming a total crazy person. Many of you think that anyway. That is entirely your business. I know just how powerful all of this shit is, and need no help from anyone as far as believing all of this. The help I could use has been discussed before, and no one on this fucked up planet wishes to ever offer any, easy as it would be for a lot of peeps to do without so much as changing one thousandths of one percent of anything in their lives. Yet it would take me from HELL straight into HEAVEN, if I am permitted a small poetic license here, for slight exaggeration; YO!!!!
Morianity has officially labeled and named, the ESS. Spelled out, this is the ”EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK lovely INGRID, I was told recently that some folks think this name is a code of some kind. For all I know it is, but when MIDDIE-ISIS talked to me through the system of numerous electronic devices all attached to a normal telephone, back in early 1984, after my return trip from Orlando, Florida; or it might have been right shy of when I went down to visit my old Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; things to quote the latengrate vocalist, Karen Carpenter, had only just begun!!!!
Believe me folks, what I know, would blow your mind to the point of absolute insanity. You can say it is insanity or out right full testicle bragging, but what I know about the plank world and how it is effecting you and me here, makes all other known information combined, appear as a pile of worthless dogshit. But I am on a crackpot list, so I have no way of making anyone see anything. When Chris Bennett suggested that I blog, back in 2006; it led to me doing this ‘Morianity’, as a new religion; and this was not the original intention of the Mountainpen, or me. That much truth, you need to hear right now, Jane Sleazeball Notfondau Waterwitchbitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my blogs have discussed this before. Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555, and 555555555555555555555555555555!!!!! EVERYTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE THING, FOLKS:
SOME ARE ALWAYS WONDERING AND SILENTLY ASKING, how is all of this effecting our every day world, and when I am done; some will be able to rethink that, with new words such as, how is this NOT effecting our every day world?
Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas, early in the twenty-two hundreds. REMEMBER THIS??????? Well, this was a one on a scale from one to a hundred, and in a few days, we will all jump to a three, TEE HEE HEE, and all Lilly Munsters out there somewhere, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, a lot of my peeps love to play head games with me, identifying them all as both T3E whether they are consciously aware of it or not, as well as MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I only told half the story on the other blog regarding losing all my bets one night at the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City in 1986, and the lights being mostly off in the parking garage as some kind of a warning signal to me from DIANA. Before I learned that the photo image on the meet more crackpots WFMU radio page about me, had been removed; I saw for the first time ever, when looking at the Jupiter Jetty Cam of the Weather-Bug, the entire building overlooking the ocean to the right, some large condo building, ALL THE LIGHTS WERE ON very brilliantly, you could not miss the event. I was going over some documents in my open office file, and first observed that, and then observed the missing image. However, it is back, not the lights, but the image. After I said I might go to Jupiter Inlet Jetty on my previous blog, if anyone noticed this or not, I did, a MAJOR CHEMTRAIL ATTACK came all over that area, and was very visible on the cam. Maybe if you read this, you can use the controls offered by the WB system, to observe the past 24 hours, and it allows you to stop and freeze as well, if I am not mistaken, so you can prove to yourself, that as Mister Yogi Berra said it so well a while back, “Some things are just too coincidental to be a coincidence”. You believe whatever you like, I personally go with Mister Berra.
Now through Space-Time-Mind, I did not remember yesterday, to finish the second part that was just told now, regarding the building all lit up, sort of a reverse of all the lights being out, that night in 1986, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I did not plan or mean to forget, and what made me not say it all last night was not a mental block or old age or brain damage, or any of that. All these things are part of this incredible thing I have tried unsuccessfully to share with this blind ignorant world in this century, called by me, and Morianity; STM. Bob FCC MCDOWELL old pal, the FAWCES are messing with my computer big time on this blog, but them, they are doing stuff like this almost all the time, so what really is so new here right now? STM is just one part of the laws that exist in the Quantum-World and down towards void infinity or zero dimension even further, into the gateway of the Astral-Plane, or the plank world or spirit world. Let me show you a few little brain teasers, and then, soon this blog will end forever, as no one cares about any of this; and I am not here to twist your freaking arms.
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Ladies and gentlemen, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, many many things; and since no one seems to care; then I am closing this blog down. It is time for me to go to Mexico, and I need to save, so I must stop paying for telephone and internet and all unnecessary utilities.
Since Saturday night, hardly any of my viewers have been up on my blog, maybe ten in 72 hours. Photos come and go to make me look stupid, and zillions of other things that are not worth my time and energy belly aching about. But I WILL NOT sit here and be anyone’s emmereffing fool, THAT you can know and believe, whoever is up here reading MORIANITY for darn near a hundred freaking months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diseased dirt bag sub scum have enjoyed messing with me and teasing me for nearly sixty freaking years now, and I am not going to put up with it any more. I will just close this junk down and it will be your loss, not mine. Between all the hacking, the Microsucks updates crap, people all being in some weird collusion, and refusal by anyone to communicate with me by phone, e-mail, or any other possible source, then what am I left to believe but you are all a bunch of OTAMMITE ENEMIES, you tell me what you would be thinking in my place, go ahead? I am not some mother fucking retard.
I feel too fucked up right now to say the shit I was going to say about teasing your brain and proving a lot of my stuff beyond the shadow of doubt, so it will just have to wait for another time. I will tell this much as a pure revenge tactic on whatever and whoever is hurting me with such a mother fucking powerful passionate vengeance. I told you how we all are moving in conscious fractional motions of about a little over 400 instants per minute, but did I tell you that personality is more than our biological computer minds living through sensory environments? It is also a reality, that the exact processing speed of our sixth dimensional receivers or BRAINS, makes us unique as far as having totally different personalities, even if we experienced totally duplicate stimulus. Roughly about 390-450 instants per second is our processing speed, consciously, the exact reason that out of all possible planetary diameters, our Earth being about 8,000 miles and thus approximately just under 25,000 miles around, allows us to be in REAL TIME as one world. Anything further away in space than 25,000 miles is out of real-time. It is in a delay. You look at the night sky and never ever will see what truly exists, only a huge illusion. You look back into time, literally as you peer out into the vast darkness. This is because of Lawtronics that set the speed of light at an exact velocity, and is why we all live here on a world not half or double this size. But if you could build a non biological machine such as our silicon computer minds, to be equal to even a three year old, and placed these machines in robotic bodies that were able to really sense their environment, they would develop human type emotions, just as would the 3 three year old human. This was not known until about ten years ago or less, because all the most powerful machines put together were still on the level of a one year old at best. In our lifetimes, barring some disaster man made or non man made, if things progress along as they have for about 100 years, we will all come to see machines surpassing the human brain, and the emotions of these android entities will also be greater than ours as they get better and better. There is an exact ratio and proportion to how much computer power and sensory attachment capability that can be constructed, with how evolved the actual full range of beingness that includes a full range of all of our so-called human emotions, comes into play. We are evolving, but unfortunately, are too stupid to see that we are allowing the machine brains to evolve faster than we can in a curve that is due to equalize in most of our lifetimes. The dangers that await humanity are inconceivable. The ony other argument that can possibly put the ESS out of business, is more along this and the Doctor Bruce Goldberg concepts. In our ignorance, we cannot physically figure out how to make travel into the past a reality, and we do not want to accept that it can eventually be done, because of a fear called paradox. There is no paradox in five dimensions. Hyperspace is one huge endless overdubbing process like sound engineers in an eternal music studio, endlessly mixing and remixing all sorts of musical tracks. The studios do not explode, and nobody ends up flying off the other side of the heavens. Half of the universes in hyperspace have electrical charges in their atoms that work in one polarity, and the other half, in the opposite polarity. Each polarity runs time in one direction, and to each other’s perspective, they are running in reverse to their forward normal reality. To go backward into time, you merely move into one of these parallel universes and travel very fast, and then come back to where you were, or would have been. Reality breaks apart 420 times every minute without anyone traveling out of their regular time. Should someone in fact do so, they are never in danger of causing the great time travel paradox. These changes occur without any traveling at all. In the plank world, forces cause this all to happen with no altering of regular running time. So should we alter that into an irregular time, what we do now or later or what we did, happens fifth dimensionally endlessly, never rewriting anything in lower dimensionality, hence, no worrying about going back an hour and shooting yourself dead. If you do, that you is dead and the you with the shooting gun is moving along in a totally different parallel reality, it changes whether we travel or don’t travel, 420 times every minute.
FUCKING WHORE JANE just got me with eleven of eleven; so I will compensate now with my fives. Every cunt lapping day in 2014 is BOTBAR, I’ve not seen life this mother fucking way since August of 1986 and the days of REAL GOOD GIRL! So there is nothing new going on, world. The fifth dimension has been here forever, in fact, ”forever” simply fits neatly into the FIFTH DIMENSION, with or without topics, sports, women, or solid gold bars, lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 Rhonda, from Jamaica puts it, in MC’s OHM-9 great movie; we will explore this. Maybe not right now because I feel like a fucking Mack Truck hit me, and this has been a horrible fucking month, year, decade, century, millennium, and infinity, so let us leave that right there.
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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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I can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986 from some weird strange ”dreaming”, that these two events, huge as they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of 1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia, New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my losing a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten clunker Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed between two powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this led to my having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car troubles, including what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner of the Hammonton Texaco, a crazy wild character by the name of ”Jerry”, who was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir??????????
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 allover again. All things so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to the religion for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so often, will begin to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as to most of the possible mechanics behind all of the ”Y’S” that lay behind it all. Then I relax with the television, some educational television that is, documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel, last night or early this morning, being a prime and perfect example. I have come to firmly believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr back in middle 1983 somewhere; has two very different parameters of force that is and always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me to have any normalcy or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the cost may need to be for these plotters, to continuously stalk me and in an unfathomably unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about as close to death without actually dying, as would be humanly imaginable, even taxing the great ‘imaginations’ of the greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years or so! I also 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. This much I have come to learn in the past 24 hours, just from a couple hours of viewing some educational television. 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”. No one can prove it, but a child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration. Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is real power, when they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present day global culture and concepts with religions and cults, Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9 centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over. Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. 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.
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EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN 1997.
Yes, many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally, and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, to get into to much when I am this weak, beginning the 28th mother fucking day of last August in 2013, as you all know, or should know unless someone is totally new to the blogs and Morianity and Mountainpen, as you all know my problem with MUSIC, only none of us really can know WHY this music problem exists, but a child on moron pills can see it plain and clear as days spent with Johnny Nash. In a super compressed nutshell my good folks, here is what I can, and thus, WILL say and tell right now before closing out this blog for this night. SSJKK wants me to know who she is, back as Sarah Nurockey in the sixties of Atlantic City, as well as early in the seventies in Coolie Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, as another Sarah, Mizz beyond super girl white hot Jacobson. Then there is now, which until the middle and late nineties. I was clueless to this newest and latest incarnation on her part. I do remember what I suffered through in those days when I was driven out of nowhere, like the Milituforce attacks that also come totally out of the NOWHERE-BLUE, to find the strange teen girl from Tennessee Avenue. My entire life flipped upside down and it was Trump’s Hassle Krassle CASTLE Casino, ALL OVER AGAIN. I need no Diana Ross records to tell me that things went upside down, and inside out, BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t need this, no how, no nothing. Hello, this is 768, 3573, to complete your call, enter your Privecode number. Oh well, at least it was the magic 7 number twice, and not an Egg Harbor City, New Jersey designation. Goddess Almighty, we don;t want Ann and Dawn to tease the hell out of me every time we come near that recurring dream reform school. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
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