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MORIANITY-5, CH. 60, KING NEBNOOSHOO AND GAWKY-1980
4:23 PM-EDST, 29 APRIL, 2013, MONDAY, LATE AFTERNOON
I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE TODAY, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTLEMEN, AND IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE SOON, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES WHO ARE AND HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG, LISTED ON MY BLOGS, IN ONE CAPACITY OR ANOTHER, AND IN VARYING DEGREES OF CULPABILITY BY EACH OF THEM, DETERMINED ONLY BY A SUCCESSFUL THOROUGH INVESTIGATION BY ALL NECESSARY AUTHORITIES. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, MADE BY ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR, MATCHING MY RECORD LATER LISTED, AT THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, AG OF FLORIDA, P.B., IF NECESSARY, FOR MY OWNED COPYRIGHTS SINCE BACK INTO BOYHOOD, EVEN THOUGH THOSE LISTED ONLY GO BACK TO 1978, WHEN I WAS FULLY GROWN; IT IS ENOUGH TO BEGIN THIS MAJOR WILD INVESTIGATION, WHEN MY DEAD BODY IS DISCOVERED IN THIS PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY APARTMENT, SHOULD THIS INDEED OCCUR. This legal document is now considered to be legally true and binding, to the best of my knowledge, all things ever told on this MORIANITY and all of my Mountainpen blogs, and is also officially now legally signed, the second it posts up legally, to both the sites of WORDPRESS, and BLOGGER.
OK ladies and gentlemen and kind viewers, here is the situation of what is going down around me personally today from the second I was awakened with a loud door slam just around the noon hour somewhere, on the legal date as shown and listed above, at the heading of this blog. I want to thank my audience for putting up with me; seeing me at my best, and my worst; and all the gray areas in-between.
First off, I called Mikey as he was supposed to call me, and did not, and he told me things are bad and he will get back to me later on. They are bad, but there is a little more happening here, actually; it is another Avalon BonJovi deal going down, and as always; I am totally unable to prove it, as well as absolutely powerless to stop and prevent any of it. So what else is new, same old same old, (WEIN-SOSO)? I know that he is just going to disappear down to Miami forever, and I will never hear from him again, as something is going on and he is not telling me straight, and I’ve been mother fucking lied to enough all of my life, to recognize a fucking cunt lapping con job when I’m getting one, YO!
Now I will be where the OTAMM MILI-2-FORCE always eventually mother fucking gets me, sooner or later, as it is every mother fucking cock sucking time, all my life without fail or exception; TOTALLY ISOLATED, where I can be picked apart by BRIGGBASE WOMOTAMM vultures, and human sub bottom feeding vampires. Someday, this pile of pure fucking trash ass slimy scum, will indeed burn in a fiery hell forever, in unfathomable fucking cunt agony; for this nightmare hell that they’ve enjoyed putting me through, just to keep the stock puke sucking market endlessly going up, and their dirt bag precious fucked up economy going strong. Sacrifice one for the good of the many, huh Spock and Kirk and Humpback mother fucking 1986 whales? Well this fucking great fish says, ‘BULLSHIT, and fucking kiss my ass’. It’s not fair, and any god or goddess that permits this inconceivable evil, to fucking cunt prevail; is no entity I have any desire to love or worship, drop dead, all mighty god, whoever you really are. That is what SHARKEY MARKEY has to say on this blog today, YO! Oh yeah, watch me swim, and hear me tell it.
Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.
The day began slowly getting bad with one little thing compounding onto another one, and before a real long time, things were in the mother fucking soup, and boiling away white hot, at light fucking speed squared. Here is the hell.
I got up and quickly cleaned up and dressed, called Mikey, and as I said, I think he is planning on vanishing away without telling me, so you know what, FUCK HIS DAM ASS. My mom taught me shit as a kid, that I’ll remember to the mother fucking cunt lapping die that I physically die, as the person I currently am experiencing human life through; and that is that if someone, anyone, your own family, friends, a woman; if they don’t want you, the fucking hell with them. MOVE THE FUCKING SHIT ON, or as Billy Harner and Rob Hartley would tell me a lot back in Jersey, “Turn the fucking page, Mark”, then they’d puff some more on their weed down in the cellar. Have any good stories to share with me over tea and crumpets, other Patterson? In a few things, nobody topped my fucking mother, as she really knew her onions; all the way to Hollywood’s fake squeeze tears, and phony miss-kisses. Jeese Louise surfer Fonty, is this all about as totally fucking surreal as it gets sir, or should we secretly meet later at Genlows transdimensional house, and both of us can break into intertime and hang ten together, only it might end up hanging 10 million, along with Dick Wolf and Comcast Cable included in the mix. Yeah, the mix. Don’t get me fucking started here peeps. If I had the shit I had before this star family of fucking magic bullets took it all away from me commissioner Warren Washdock; I would be able to do a harmony track, ‘hero style’, PUN, PUN, PUN! WAYWINY LILLY FUCKING MUNSTER?
Well, yes, let old Blogger Mountainpen, share his horrible fucking day of assault with his viewing audience. I want you all to know that I really do appreciate your reading my blog, and someday, if I decide to CAP the entire universe to another place and delete it, as I already did in a parallel universe at least on one occasion; I will be sure the system knows who among the crowd, will be in the list to be ‘saved’, yeah, ain’t technology great? Makes you wonder, saving, deleting, capping, techno-pop creations, really? It is not what can we do, it is a lot easier to see things now as, what CAN’T we do, with all of this incredible stuff? Then PEE comes along with her tower that has a pad next to it with a bubble that swings over, and can turn anything inside of it into zeros and ones, put it through the internet and send it to any terminal that also has a station like the sending one. I saw this in a parallel universe, and for crissake, my daughter was only 8 years fucking old when she invented it over at the Harborfields Detention Center. I told all this, I blogged it all years and years ago when Morianity was new. Then just early this year, we hear about the 3-D laser-printer, and how it can actually create items now, such as those plastic guns. If I was dreaming all of this, I am sorry, but I am just about positive that I saw this talked about right here in this universe, not in some other one while dreaming as an exploratron. I will never ever forget hitting the buttons and watching the solar system turn blue and still, then pasting it far off into another galaxy on the opposite side of the universe. That was so real, I do not know whether or not that happened, or the laser gun printer thing happened, or what happened; over here where I am now typing this blog. I know if it did happen, not the capping of the solar system, but the laser-printer thing; we never ever heard another thing about it on the news or from any other media source that I am aware of any-ha. Well, that all being cock sucking told and said, let me tell you what the WOMO MILI-2-FORCE did to me today, and this day WOULD BE SUPER BOTBAR, if not for getting my fucking cunt eating ninety dollar refund check back from my wonderful Uncle Sam Huntington, or (the IRS) for those ignorant of the history of my wonderful and wild Huntington family, that managed for the most part to do a CALLIO, and stay out of the limelight, and go more deeper in the darker shadowy realms of secrecy, other than for becoming a four term Connecticut Governor, as my 7th grand-pappy did indeed die in office there back in 1790 or somewhere there about, if not then it was 1796. It was just shy of the start of the eighteenth century, in any event.
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, how I despise living in this fucking cunt eating total shit hole, YO. Well, I had a talk with Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto when I took out my trash and left to go on a few small errands, gassing up the car, purchasing a few movies at the Good Will Store on VHS tape, and a few grocery items at Publix, then pick up my medication at the Walgreen Pharmacy, check my bank balance at TD, and stop in for a few items needed from the old Dollar Deals Store, where not everything is a dollar there any longer. Oh well, that’s progress, YO. Debbie will put me in a place where I can hear a pin drop, and I am thinking of taking her up on her offer. I will not be up as high and will not get to see my lovely lightning this nicely, but then, what has she done for me recently where I could really care less? I mean I understand what she said at the Eden Gate fence that day to me nearly 130 centuries ago, I understand why the High Priestess Wicca folks call this being what they do, “Triple-Goddess”, as this is what my daughter in human form is now, and has been since she went away and left me as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in the summer time of 1969, and on and on I could go; but nobody needs to hear it all, and I don’t need to make any unsuccessful crossovers on the Chappaquiddick Bridge, or be fired upon with any magic ass bullets, Mister Warren. Still, she said that she would spare the world since I loved her so much and was asking her to, that day so long ago, on the other side of that fence. Then she teased me by pretending to like my brother’s filthy gifts more than she liked mine, and began flirting with him, and I was just so dam jealous that I was not ABLE to stand it any longer one day, so I raised myself and a rock, and that was it for my brother’s head. It is all in that wonderful book, ISISCYLLA, and IWALU no matter what you do to me, and how much you freaking love to endlessly tease me, down through the endless ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, future great football players and past great committee men on Crapitol Hill, as my ex business partner PP, said so well, “SHIT HAPPENS”, and taking that in conjunction with what the late Dawn-Marie King said to me shortly thereafter; ‘IT IS WHAT IT IS’, well; I suppose I need to go back into time, and scream out to the entire cosmos from 1969, “OK fine then, so I guess THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, ZIGGY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is nothing that can be done about my fucking evil neighbors, Debbie said; other than for me to move and get a note from my doctor, as I am sure he would supply me with. It is just so fucking cunt unfair that I have to be the one to move and be inconvenienced and pay money, and sweat my balls fucking off, and when I did nothing wrong to deserve any of this filthy fucking dog shit. LIFE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING BLOWS & SUCKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I had my talk with her, and then went to my car, and saw a major barrage of nasty ass chemtrails all over the fucking skies of Fort Pierce, especially to the west of the town’s air-space, over I-95 and even further west of that, towards Lake OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anybody say June 4, 1983, Orwell, or Doogie H? Jesus fucking Christ in Lab-Teck HELL!
THE MILITUFORCE was out in droves, not only chemtrailing the entire western area from me, but loud aerial assaults were also buzzing all around, and when I came back home to park and get my shit into a shopping cart so I could get it up an elevator, and then into my fucking prick chewing apartment; that harassing huge military evil demonic vessel that loves to ORBIT around in endless noisy circles, was also right there to greet me, AGAIN, as it was there a short while back, over at that same shopping area that I had just left today, after buying some grocery items, and a few VHS tape movies. But after I had the initial items, and before I tracked back towards home and stopped at Dollar Deals and the Walgreen’s, for my script-meds refill; a real huge slob on a fucking dirt bag motor cycle piece of garbage, cut me off, and I already knew he was going to illegally get to the left of me, and turn right and ahead of me; while waiting to pull out of the mini-mall with the Publix and the other numerous stores all there, at the Virginia Avenue intersection. I could tell, as I have learned to read shit; and then when all this air shit is also persecuting, that was my convincer, and I knew before it happened that indeed, this was what would go down, and sure enough, it did; and if I had not been careful and aware; he could have caused me a real disaster today, FORT PIERCE POLICE FREAKING DEPARTMENT, and Attorney General Pam Bondi. If it was just the air, or just the biker, then you could rationally say, well maybe I am a bit overly paranoid, but folks, cut me a fucking cunt lapping little break here, OK. It was all of this shit that all kept happening, so don’t anyone go fucking telling me that I have some wild ass fucking sick imagination, and that I need psychotherapy, or counseling, and psych medications; and all that hocus pocus nonsense fucking jazz, YO! Gear shift, no grind, shift-shift, page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven just nailed me, so I’ll need to cunt-phlegm-rape, or (COMPENSATE) TO PUT THIS A BIT TOMMY ROE POLITER, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go, new kids!
555555555555555555, PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO FUCKING ASS GIVES THIRTEEN SHITS, OR A WASHDOCK, FOR THAT MATTER??????????????????????
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LET ME RUN OUT THIS GOD DAM CLOCK ON THIS GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, WITH JANE WHORE FONDA!!!!!!!
A stinking rotten freaking 20 years is 5 minutes to me, ya’ rotten lousy dirty blee blah blum and a lot more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, there was one nice big puss plus out of this day of otherwise total ass shit, and that was coming in with my shit in a cart, checking my mail slot, and getting my income tax refund check, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Screw you enemy OTAMM, (Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr). Despite all this hell, and fucking dog shit, YO; I managed to make 3 units on my systems-roulette before I began to blog, and yesterday on a really fucking SUPER-ASS-BOTBAR-DAY, I managed to get a nice quick four and a half units, TEE HEE HEE, LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be asking GAGA KITTY CAT, why this pummeling siege was done to me today, but I already do know one answer no matter what else the cat may or may not reveal to me, YO YO YO YO!!! I know that WHEN I AM DOWN AND OUT, like in both times with MIKEY and calling him, yesterday and again today; THEY PICK ON ME, WHEN I AM THE MOST FRAGILE. This is a typical dirt bag military strategy, and is why I am not shy about hating the mother fucking military. I do not see dirty fighting scum bags, as my personal heroes, no matter how lovely voice Scylla sings the song. True blue heroes don’t have to fight dirty, and the US military does fight dirty, sanctioning, waiting for weakness, blockades, bombing little nations like Vietnam back into the stone age, to quote a L&O episode, hay; I cannot have a lot of respect or admiration for shit like that; and so no fucking wonder why so many people all around this globe all hate America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I love fucking America, but this is not America anymore, and I know for sure that it has not been, at least since the world turned upside fucking cunt down for me, back on the fifteenth day in August, of 1986; and I’ll go on saying it over and over and over, so yes, new kids in town; here we go, drum beats and all, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I still think there is hope in the future, and for the world and even for America, but as of the date on this blog, well, inward snort, exhaled grossed out throat sound, and puey, I mean, hay, you want it straight, and up front down and dirty, or does anyone out here want me to flower shit all up, and start lying to my nice viewers, WOW, witch will it be? AHA-AHA-AHA nothing, so move out of the way Mike McNulty, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, you know what to do, so go do it, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE////////////////EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, AND STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Brenda Moore when we all don’t need her? Hopefully many miles away, with all of the bartenders, the lifeguards, the Crooked Mayors; and lotsanlots of other quintessential horseshit, huh Doctor Unhappy Garrigan of 1970????????????????????????? BYE-BYE, and don’t die on me, 2008 Copyright Office lady, as I am only interested in ‘hyperspace music’, but they gave me the message all right, even way fucking back then, sweetie. I swear you could see it in the eyes of the news anchor peeps, reporting the dam ass news. Cut me one, but please no stinkers, Margie Leo!
**CHAPTER LX (00060) M-5, SUPER BOTBAR!**
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
I NEED YOUR HELP GODDESS DIANA. I AM UNDER A DEATH SIEGE, FROM MY WOMO ENEMY. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME, LOVELY BBDZA.
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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 60.
WOW, IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER, GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WON’T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK AND BETS ON THIS ONE!
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU 100% machine created, tkpop.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE ONE
I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
And I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE TWO
So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE THREE
They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE FOUR
You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So you’re not giving any of your fish away
END OF SONG.
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.
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NOW ARE READING MORIANITY PART 5,
AND I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00060. WHAAAA.
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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 29 April.
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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***
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Introduction
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests
I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies
all old movies
Favorite Music
most old music
Favorite Books
The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future
You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
I also am left to ponder, how Landon and I seem to know about the ‘sleep contact elves’, while the rest of humanity just lets this all go over their head.
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00058, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
For the record.
PAu000662409
1984
[ 2 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
I'm Criana.
PAu000724397
1985
[ 3 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007
[ 4 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.
TXu000514390
1992
[ 5 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Lost love.
PAu000344219
1981
[ 6 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection, set 4.
PAu000546149
1983
[ 7 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection : set III.
PAu000442785
1982
[ 8 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo tunes.
PAu000325091
1981
[ 9 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr tunes.
PAu000411864
1982
[ 10 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Queen of blue.
PAu000825471
1986
[ 11 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Real good girl.
PAu000881543
1986
[ 12 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
PAu002506106
2000
[ 13 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
PAu000501582
1983
[ 14 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
PAu002153196
1996
[ 15 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
SRu000332786
1996
[ 16 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
SRu000362114
1997
[ 17 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
PAu000540585
1983
[ 18 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
What's wrong?
PAu000724407
1984
[ 19 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
PAu000998574
1987
[ 20 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
[ 21 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989
[ 22 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204017
1980
[ 23 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204015
1980
[ 24 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity music pre-book.
PAu002336935
1998
[ 25 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity tunes of 1998.
PAu002282717
1998
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204016
1980
[ 27 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Same title.
PAu003037983
2005
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Thanx to the shadows.
PAu002237985
1997
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WHASUP VIQUEEN MARILOO?
WHASUP STOCK BROKER GORDO? WWYWINY MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
December 12, 2006
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http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.
This is merely a harmony track. I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.
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.
As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U?
Signed, da' Mountainpen.
Let us go back to twelve days ago, to a week from last Tuesday. I went, on advice from the normal library that I go to, to a sister branch on the west side of North Fort Pierce, Florida, just a few blocks from where I used to live before coming to reside here at this PHA Building. Again, I was there with the intent of trying to get my song, “You'll Be Crossing Over” to be uploaded to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ and was not treated very well there, and it was as though they already had it all planned out to be that way with me when I came in. They could not be sure when I was coming, but I did phone ahead to talk to that same dirt bag, Rick, who screwed me at the other library down on Melody Lane when he was going to help me with my blogs back when I was having all that trouble with the Tweeting rockin' robins in the summer time in 2010, causing the stock market to soar as a result, from around 8400 points up to just under ten thousand points within only a few months, via the parallel-event between hurting me and the Dow Jones always going up as a result. Again, as with that other bad time in my life in August of 2010, after this time, the DJIA has soared up for two solid weeks after having its first down week in ages after this ridiculous absurd ludicrous based on nothing rally, began growing so powerfully this year in 2013. If this in all honesty is really all up in my sick imagination for 27 years, then I really do have one hell of a fantastic imagination, so much so, that there is no way that peeps who indeed know I exist, and I think my copyright record speaks for itself that this is quite real and true and not imagined, then these lovely folks would have long ago made me an offer to write for one of their studios and make them a marvelous mint of cash, with my WILD IMAGINATION. I think we all up here on this blog, KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, with this, with all of my life's woes, with parallel event and the stock market and my persecution done intentionally, with my family, with my daughter, with Hyper-Space and other matching initials; and most especially, with music. I find it very difficult to believe, that any 'for-real' peeps up here; do not see and believe, that this entire story is all real and true and honest, and pitiful; and the best words to be added here, would be demonically monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will not insult my audience, of which I know is between ten and forty nice folks. You all know this is all the truth, after-all, just what would I possibly have to gain with a story this totally outlandish and inconceivably absurd, be it a work of either fiction or lack of mental health. I am not saying that I am the most healthy person alive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and on I could go, but I sure try hard, and I am the product of one hell of an unfathomable amount of covert and totally illegal abuse, from a very powerful group of absolutely horrendous wicked rotten people, who most assuredly, to use old lingo terms, will endlessly burn in a horrible hell someday, for doing all this unspeakable detestable and despicable stuff to me, an innocent pathetic harmless victim of their criminal mischief that rivals even what Hitler ever did a long time ago in Germany. This is just honest truthful words, and if they bite or hurt, then whoever may be reading them and in pain, is in for 'a ticket south', to quote my old pal, banged up blue nungen car and all from the middle eighties, Ugie Horowitz AKA and under Hollywood stage name, Michael Landon.
Well people, let me keep this moving right along. None of us are dumb, and I have been told by somebody that I am just looking for my 15 minutes like everybody else. This is a filthy dirty rotten lie, good folks. I am looking for a lot more than 15 minutes. I am looking to start up a great foundation that would aid many people just like me with terrible problems, people being persecuted by all sorts of evil mean pursuers of them, ex lovers, family, revenge seekers, even financially distressed individuals, even those in trouble with Internal Revenue, any kind of persecution. Now this foundation would always operate within the boundaries of the legal system, and would even try to assist those in trouble, contributing one dollar for every dollar they pay, things like that. This is my dream, and has been since 2006 when I started all of this on-line junk, at the suggestion of the two peeps in my life then who though that it may solve some of my horrible problems, Christopher Bennett, and Edward Himacane Lynch. But there have been a couple of very mean and jealous folks, who have accused me of using, or trying to use, my situation since 1980-1989, whatever that situation really is in reality in this universe, with my mystery-caller-goddess of all and or any BABYLON locations, and in or out of any regular time STM illusions, in all of this. This was always about as far from my mind as anyone can imagine, and when I began my blogging and Morianity early in 2006, I did not even have a clue about half the stuff that I have now come to learn as the next few years ticked along. I do not use people, I try and find a mutually acceptable cooperation that is anything but one sided, and for any reason if this is not agreed to, then I am off to the next project, and so on.
This applied to CHEMTRAILS, and anyone with a brain, and with ears; understands. Then it was revealed to me, just like the Disney thing; a short while after the CT video was posted up, that if something is done; it sort of proves that all of this goes beyond the realm of miracles and pope canonizations and any of it. I speak of comparing two tunes and then using a little techno-pop machinery of the eighties in conjunction with some tapes that for reasons none other than pure providence, happened to make it down with me to Florida, the night that I packed a very few things, and ran away from where I was being SS Kidnapped, by distant cousins, and this is not me talking, this is a close cousin to a top recording artist, the great BonJovi for gods sake. He is the one who saw all this, brought it to my attention, and then, for wild reasons, after a long time operating a sound studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, one day shortly after this mess was all going down live, poof, THE END, no more Avalon BonJovi studio to go to and do my projects. Oh, and this is all just by pure random coincidences. Well, Jack McCoy, Abbey Carmichael and the entire Law & Order gang would not believe that, and guess what my friends out here, NEITHER DO I, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing I don't believe. It is almost as if ISIS is taunting me, but I cannot be sure, I have to do an FBI here and keep this idea-concept on the 'back-burner' for right now due to insufficient intelligence data, after-all, I have been cut off from all contact, everyone has totally abandoned me and hates me, and for nothing that I have legitimately done to any of them. To say it biblically, this entire thing is just about as SATANIC AND DEMONIC AS IT GETS, good peeps. But what do I mean by taunting. Well, if I had watched and taped that silly show that MC suddenly just out of nowhere decided to do, I would have had a million words to play with. I am only interested in what I have of her from the days when she was playing lab-teck, this is not a game, and just because she wants to be sixteen forever, I DON'T. None of this was a game, and it was all done to try and break out of whatever it is that has been going on all around me since 1980 give or take, and it was her all along, and a moron can see it. If I were just trying to make a thousand unknown tunes of great known artists, I would be taping every dam show on television for voice retrievals. I live my own life, and it is very private and personal to me. This isn't some stupid game, it is real, it is agonizing, and I just want OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE, and can any of you out here really blame me for gods sake? Out of a few recent things said to me by peeps that I absolutely cannot mention any names; only one had some powerful merit, and again, proves the powerful truths about being so close in the forest, as not to see the trees, an old and very wise-person's expression, at least IMHO, L-4. They said if dream-music is transdimensional, then how can you say the tune of “You'll Be Crossing Over” is not from a parallel universe, when the harmony is done when a teenaged girl is asleep in a dream, playing lab-technician, in '84? WOW, this person blew me away, and shows that I have some real thinking peeps out here, and I will protect their privacy and not divulge any more about them, but will further elaborate on what this person has suggested. You are RIGHT, FELLA!!!!!! I will no longer click on the song, and will not be posting the full tune up. I will not be responsible for the possible apocalyptic results all over the world, should too many people hit the post or it even mini viral'd as this could indeed be a catastrophic deal. It has to do with electronic circuitry and the inherent forces behind what separates all universes from each other in a frequency vibration. You do not need to know more than that, good peeps. So please, whoever has made my life so horrible since a year ago when this tune started all of this, I won't ever post the final mixed CD, and I'll even be taking down all my Youtube stuff, so please, leave me alone and cut me a break,, I don't mean any harm to any of you, BEAM ME FUCKING UP SCOTTIE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My coming to learn that this stuff causes major disturbances in a STM electromagnetic field of cosmic proportions, began around 1974. The convincer knock out punch was 1980 and my demo tunes and Mount Saint Helen's erupting. Then I still played around with this for about six more years, and the rest is history, perhaps it';s even why they persecute me and have since 1986, the timeline fits, and many believe that the planet is indeed being watched over and even protected by something, someone, who knows, the gods, ISIS, whatever. But my question remains, then why do all of this to me, ISIS? Oh well, enough for tonight,m I just wanted to get this door opened up and have us begin to lightly explore the foyer area beyond it. We have now sufficiently done so, or at least, IMHO we have, and Rockford says it all, with or without his great files, “We can always get back to this”!
READ ON, SHAKESPEARE MACBETH. Hyperspace effects my ass, Walter; I am not the fucking moron you all think that I am, ya' rotten no good EW pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE.
I HOPE THAT YOU ARE ENJOYING THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00060. Today however, most will not be 2 happy with my rotten behavior, sorry about that Chief of 86.
NUMEROUS ITEMS ARE CAPPED IN, FOR THOSE WHO MAY BE INTERESTED, AS WELL AS FOR ANY NEW VIEWERS.
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00060, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Now the rest of the topic for this blog is about the invention of these early eighties personal computers, AKA PC's. First, this jerk fucking off nabe across the cunt eating hallway from me IS PART OF THIS BUILDING CONSPIRACY WITH THE COMPUTER DELL GUY, and is why I was unable to secure any help from him, other than to get a mind blowing course one night from him about the real WOMO (World-Owners) and that would be none other than MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All others follow in close seconds or thirds, obediently wagging their tails behind them; and keeping their heads down, and their yes sir yelps endlessly strong, loud, and coming. Continue please, you are reading the section in Morianity for Millennium 3, Chapter #5.
Let us talk about these PC's, and how this all fits and connects with me, while bearing in mind the entire time, the little lesson in weaving and looms and our great great grandma's sowing habits, brought into the real next generation. First off, without even touching anything around this little quick next few sentences, let me just say the shit I feel compelled to say, and get it the fuck out of the way and over with, YO!
If I could wake up by some Irish Leprechaun Magic, (ILM) can be used after this point as a short abbreviation for this three word phrase; and be a total computer geek black hat cracker hacker, or on that level without doing anything illegal or immoral, with what I need in my personal life situation, don't be shy along with me world, as you know I would use this to my advantage, keeping it as legal and moral as is humanly possible, but when the road gets real tough here and there, with all the chips down underneath the surface of the gaming table, and the skies are all gray and bleak and black and dark; well, let us not get silly here, or try and fool ourselves. I would use this and I would make the MILITUFORCE really PAY for what has been done to me, and would still quite naturally, be being done to me at any so-called point of future STM. So the quintessential DUH is of course THEY are not going to make it real ass super easy for me to reach that computer savvy stage and point. It really again, as the great Toronto Bank of WOW says on their really cool TV ad spots, “It isn't rocket science”, and I'll gladly throw in here, “We do not need your services, Subaru Vonbrahn. I have tried to spell this dude's name 10 ways back from Sunday, and as usual, MSC is no help at all! Any celebrated last name spelled as it is sounded out, should be recognized with groups of words with one being the correct spelling. Yes, gear shift, no grind, these scum over there have been in and out all night, 1,2,3,4,5 in the morning, even now at nearly fucking half past, and Friday, I am telling Debbie that I will write a letter to whoever runs this building, as this is fucking bullshit, not 'cigarette butt bullcarp'. Yes it is amazing how very inexpensive items can serve as a spy stethoscope, placed on my door, and listened to through my headphones on my bed any time I wish. I am a very paranoid person, it is only a matter of time before I will know a lot more. The entire put together item cost me under 15 bucks, and is a great investment, as I need to know what goes on with ENEMIES. If folks would not harass and persecute me, I would never think of doing things like fucking this. I had to take a break, and go on, what David Roth used to call, late in the nineteen-eighties; a 'Crampana Shit Attack', only his main one that I'll always clearly remember, he also called the Dark Shitholes Attack, as he actually had the balls after being hit with a WOMO death beam at the Westmont, New Jersey High Speed-Line Train Station; to use the back yard woods, behind Roseann Delaney's home, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; to keep from browning out in his Bermuda shorts; TEE HEE HEE, Lilly M. Things like this do not happen with consistency and regularity to normal average healthy grown men, such as myself and David. So what else can the explanation be? I am surely not making up this story. Would I be proud to say I am always getting horrible fucking shit attacks, and not always properly making it to a facility, over the past 27 fucking cunt years? Give me a break, Margie Leo, 4 freaking crissake. Let us return now to the original topic of the personal computer and me, and our twining interaction. If I could do all the things I'd like to be able to do with them, my enemies would be in very serious trouble, until they came over covertly and stealthfully, and did a Marie Fahey on me, in the name of domestic enemy terror, and the Patriot Act; or some other total nonsense mother fucking garbage that if you added three dollars to, would get you a dozen shinny quarters; and that's all it would get you, YO!!!!!! If this was a fair world, I could sue the fucking FBI for breaking intentionally, all of my legally paid for and totally owned, electronic equipment, back early in this century, while I lived at the Mullica Mobile Manor, just east of fucking cock sucking Hammonton, Blu-Berryville, in New Green-Garden State Jersey, let me get off this blog beach for now, GOV, and return to the topic of PC's and me!!!!!!!!!!!! No, they don't show this dirty part of the FISA shit, on the great L&O TV show, but in real-life, they break your stuff, after all; what the fuck can you do about it, complain; and almost get locked up, by the fucking worthless Mullica Township Cops, back that day? Whaju say Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEIT!
Now these fucking miserable jerk off nabes of mine, come into their unit after visiting with this asshole on my floor with the computer, who knocked on my door that day on 12/18/2012, when I had Dennis Chase over here from the local Publix, posting my 'YBCO' harmony track tune, to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ BRO!
I know they all are friends, and constantly visit with each other, and conspire to fuck with me, both with my not getting any computer help, remember the story the resident manager of my building told me about Tom being bored with nothing to do, only he tells me that he's too fucking busy to aid me with my PC? Oh yeah, right, sure, shore, most definitely makes total sense, and it does, and I am not being fucking facetious, as it makes complete 100% sense. It is a plot to keep me fucked, fucked, fucked, and FUCKED!!!!!!!! Those that won't see my story is all real and true, SIMPLY DO NOT WANT IT TO BE TRUE. AFTER ALL, IT MIGHT JUST TOUCH THEM, OR SOMEBODY WHO THEY LOVE, IF IT IS TRUE; and that is not within their mother fucking comfy cozy zones, but is totally within the zone of the GWPOS, or Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome, that I have told over and over about an incident that happened in the middle fucking nineties. WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!
Folks, I went on a real roll for two fire alarms every day, along with the nabes back on a roll, simultaneously, and one time was definitely set off by them, as they were talking to the FD and saying, as I told all ready on a prior blog, This is bull crap, it is just smoldering cigarette butts. I merely spelled all of the words correctly on this dam blog, BRAH!
The first two thirds of the year of 2008, in its own way was bigger than the same time period in 1986, 22 years earlier. Studying my blogs or archiving them at the website at BLOGGER, using this address: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ or http://theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
will reveal powerful beyond wild and unfathomable shit. You can see how the entire MENTALIST show was created from this blog, you can see Jason Forrest's comment, accidentally posted in haste I suppose, on my blog by him, saying how this blog, meaning MY BLOG, is where he made a lot of money in Cali, to quote him exactly, and so much more. The real power is two things this time, unlike in 1986. first, all of the 1986 records are conveniently lost now, thanks to a wonderful star family, and second, this is more of a recent group of events. All of my original life journal on cassette tape is gone forever, unlike my blogs posted at BLOGGER, as well as other websites for bloggers, during these incredible times of cosmic proportions. Also, unlike the first time, I know so much more than I did back then, more things, more players in the cosmic colorful weaving system, and more aware living witnesses to force in court if ever taken that far, that will either tell some powerful truths under fucking ass oath, or commit perjury to keep many gargantuan secrets. Just yesterday, as it is now 5:55 AM-EDST, a very beautiful two minute period each and every 24 hour cycle or 'day', on this April 25, 2013; I was playing around with the WORDPRESS BLOGGING SITE. For no reason about two months or so ago, give or take a month, one day, I went to paste in my blogs typed from my word office 3.1 system, and unlike before, both WordPress and Blogger sites, no longer pasted it in, as it appeared on the office document, on my PC. However, the BLOGGER software, compensates somehow, and places the format back into the way I had it on my own PC Office System Program, or 3.1 Open Office. I keep hoping for WORDPRESS to install the similar software, but I have come to see their game. I think if I am willing to pony up a nominal 25 dollar fee each year, not bad at all; they will give me a real domain, so I plan to do this; as long as I can post up my songs, my blogs, my photographs, and stuff the way I do at the Blogger site, and have it all work; links, all of it. If this was $25 per month, I could not afford it, but 2 dollars and change, per month is reasonable enough for me to say yes, and agree to this 'dot me' thing. Hay, like the fucking lady at 1101 Robin Hill Apartments, when I was next door to her, in late 1983, and into 1984; at 1102 Apartment number; said to me through the door that afternoon early in 1984, “It's ME”, and later on, I had a powerful dream where she forced me onto the roof of the building, and gave me excruciating pain by some magical power, that blows me away every time to this day, that I so much as remember that 'dream' for even a tiny little fucking second. In the dream she again reiterated only slightly varying her words spoken through my door in waking life or in this universe; I AM A 'ME', and this wild shit was all written down in my 'so-called' fictional 1994 book, copyrighted in WASH-DOC-600-13, called, “The Permission Barrier”. In waking life she said something equally awesome and outlandish to me through my dam door. She said I need to know something, and that if I do not open the door, and let her come in and tell me; I will regret it for the rest of my life. Is anyone reading this, seeing this word yet, 'WOW'?
A very beautiful full moon is shinning out there above me, 99% full and still waxing, becoming full at around noon today. I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL LUNA, MY SPECIAL BABY BLOND, AND MY WONDERFUL AND AWSOME LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, AND I'LL NEVER EVER LET YOU GO, NOT FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 657 and 123, but does that equal 1984 or 1983, or even the mighty all seeing Mister fiction book author Orwell???????????????? Where does 'megawater' fit into this, and for that matter the great 'SUNRAM'? This is what all came flooding back to me, in early 1996, under intense psycho-therapy hypnotism; at the Wolf Clinic, on Main Street, in Moorestown, NJ, right next to REMOMAX. Wow, Mike Sotas. Bad news, you're no competition with Super-Girl Keisha. So bring those fire engines roaring, OTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE, WEEEEEEEEEEE. Still with all of this said, the entire interaction of all of the twine all over the world, creates the IF (Interaction Force), and within that force, is the very gun powder that is needed to work the magic of what I have spoken rarely about over nearly seven and a half years of my blogging now, “REALITY-THREE”. We will get real deep into Reality-3, very very soon.
Diana, I saw your wonderful moon on the Jupiter Cam, all orange and lovely and creamy-dreamy, my endless love. I am your little boy forever and ever, baby-blond; and will be with you very soon, lovely one. IWALU, BB (baby-blond)!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was what it was before the WORST MOTHER FUCKING DAY OF 2013 CAME IN, FRIDAY, it is now Saturday Morning at 25 minutes past mother fucking midnight, electrical number three cubed, (27) April, 2013. Yesterday was a major super fucking BOTBAR DAY. Folks, I have a hell of a monster fucking story to impart to you all today, and if you're not in the mood for a really major talk with the Mountainpen here, move it over to the ''NEXT-BLOG'', I strongly urge you, but staying here will result in some pillow talking from DAD, and many other things. They were warned, and they did not care or they called my fucking bluff, or 'whatever', Congressman, but that old saying of Dawn-Marie King is quite fitting here good peeps, “It is what it is”, and again, it appears to be quite magically buried or cosmically perhaps, as this contains the built in Goddess of Babylon, both and either one of them, now or back then; my lovely wonderful and beautiful, who else; ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK people, here is what happened, and no one will believe it, and I am typing it for my own record, not so that anyone anywhere will see it and believe it. Shit all fucking mighty, if I were you and you were me; I know I wouldn't believe it, so maybe that tells you to hit that NB button now. This will get deeper than your wildest fucking fantasies, sweet adorable Alice Vera Mel, not greedy Fisher MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is nine minutes shy of one, and I will be calling 911 if this all day long party, across the hall, does not stop. IT HAS BEEN DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, SLAMMING ALL MOTHER FUCKING DAY LONG. I do not have to take this after one in the mother fucking cunt lapping dick chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Actually, it was pretty quiet until 3 in the afternoon, then one by one, these evil vile uncouth monster slobs, begin filing in; and by quarter past four late yesterday afternoon, it was slam slam bang, and still is, at one in the cunt eating morning. I have a powerful feeling, the FUCKING CUNT POLICE WILL BE HERE, BEFORE THE SUN RISES. I WILL NOT BE ABUSED THIS WAY, AND JUST SIT FUCKING HERE AND EAT THIS FUCKING SHIT, FROM THESE FUCKING TWISTED DISEASED MONSTERS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They know the other neighbor is away, my pal Stanley, or they would not make this much cock licking fucking noise all day and night; but if only I AM HERE, 1988 or no fucking 1988; PROPHET OF FUCKING CUNT MCDONALD'S NOTHING; THEN I'LL GET ROYALLY AND TOTALLY FUCKING ASS SCREWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if this day was just THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER OVER ACROSS THE FUCKING HELL-HALL, WITH HIS DIRT BAG EVIL SCUM BAG PEEPS; I could take it, but unfuckingfortunately for me; this is only a part of my fucking hell on this beyond MONSTER ASS FUCKING DAY FROM HELL CUBED CUBED CUBED AND CUBED, AND BEYOND ANY NORMAL ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING B—O—T—B—A—R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Far beyond seeing constant fucking CLOCK-ONES, and other constant ONES-ATTACKS from Miss Dirtbag Jane Sleazeweedsdisease BITCH, from 20 years ago, in fucking cunt eating '93; I have dropped shit, injured myself, been attacked in all possible ways including one of the worst health death ray beam assaults ever, where I was on the toilet for hours; and I was one fucked up shit head duck. I will tell you all something right now before even getting really into the heart and the meat of yesterday's beyond SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY: That fucking rotten 1983 song has caused me a mountain top and an ocean basin of trouble, that none of you out here have a clue about; as I know since no one wants to go and listen to it, and I know because the count never changes on my YT account, when I deduct my views and my link up posts. Well, I will not say none, but maybe, and I mean MAYBE, it has been hit 6-10 times, and I said and will reiterate again, MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak, my twelfth fucking MORTY MORTINO DEATH ANDROID attack is striking me on my mother fucking cunt eating right side, the eleventh one was when I was shortly into starting this blog, and I have no time to waste on that dirt bag prick, reporting every visitation from this shit ass buttwipe clown, YO YO YO YO!!! Here is the real fucking shit, and it happened when I crashed out for the night around just past 2 AM on Friday fucking ass morning, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WAS TAKEN BACK TO PROVINCE ''WEIRD''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done totally against my will, as it was in late June of fucking pussy huffing two thousand and dick eating eight. For those that may not have a clue, this is a condition-interaction of the Astral-Plane, so far away from the normal interactions of Province-Olympia, that no words would be usable here, it would be the distance of about a quintillion orbits around the hypersphere universe of ours while we're awake on this so-called, “Physical-Plane”. Diana was with me, and the LAMBRIGG CULT forced an unconditional surrender of myself and my air-ship, the Ricktown-1, and we went through a gigantic pipe like one of those municipal water pipes, only about 50 miles in diameter, otherwise, appearing just like one of them here in the fucking ass waking world, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana was allowed to remain with me for a while, then she was mysteriously made to vanish away, and they tortured me beyond anything imaginable. The agony was like 1000 years of someone stabbing your body all over, and you cannot bleed out and die, or you do, and then you just instantly experience some bizarre tissue and blood regeneration. This then happens over and over, and the agony gets worse as the interaction of seeming-time passes in the ongoing torment and torture. Now I know that this is real, what I am now going to tell you, and nothing similar to this has happened to fucking cunt me, since Christmas time, in the fucking year of 2007, at my place of employment, the Cifaloglio Garage, near Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!
I died of a fucking stroke in 'my sleep' last night, it happened, and I totally fucking know that this happened. The agony on the Astral-Plane was somehow able to connect into my body here in waking ordinary consciousness, to a sufficient level, so as to fucking kill me, and it was a stroke, and it was fucking horrible. Now comes the wilder part, my good folks. I woke up and somehow crawled to the hallway, and yelled for help, and was taken to the hospital; where I was pronounced fucking DEAD there. Then I was asleep again; and this cycle went on and on for what seemed as long as the fucking torture that caused it to happen in the first fucking place. When I finally came out of this experience, I jumped out of bed, tripped and fell, yelled, and ran for a light, any fucking light, and I will not be able to sleep without a bright light on for a very fucking cunt lapping long while, just like after my fatal heart attack and other horrible shit from my early blogging days of super SIEGE AND PUMMELING ATTACK FROM THIS LAMBRIGGER CULT OF HELL ITSELF, NOTICE PLEASE, THAT I DID NOT SAY FROM HELL. I said OF HELL, and fuck you MICROSOFT, NOT ODF, screw your dam hack, I am not in the mother fucking ass mood for that shit right about now, YO!
You do not need to know everything, but I will tell you all one thing, DOROTHY GLINDASISTERTRAIL: NO I DO NOT SURRENDER; NOT AFTER THIS SIEGE AND DEATH-HELL ASSAULT, YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECES OF DIRTY ASS ROTTEN FUCKING MONKEY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the real joke is that you don't, and cannot ever, know half of what is going on, and if I told, even though I am a certified fucking fruitcake; it would be Chappaquiddick Bridge for me, and then McGuire would light up my remains and I'd fucking glow for a day and a fucking ass half, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing this OZ-man can tell you, is that Bluebook Warren and the rest of the WASH-DOCK gang from 13-600-ville, are all clueless to a lot of shit that is right under their nose. They all think they're all that up there in the capitol, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn and DAD willya gimme a fucking bweak there Mister cunt eating Elmer Fwudddddd?????????????? TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are NOT playing with TIME TRAVELERS, just travelers, and folks, you are saying to yourself right about now, no doubt, what the fuck do you mean, and my response is that if you need to say that after all this fucking ass Morianity; I cannot aid you in just more mere fucking lingo made up of mere combinations of alphabet letters. It won't work. This is what the gods know about that tongue shit, they're not fucking talking about some real cool make out sessions, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I have been fatally car crashed, struck dead by Diana, poisoned with non-Mace-cans, shot, stabbed, crushed by a freight train, chocked and strangled, and not crashed in a car to my death once, but on several occasions; and something WON'T FUCKING LET ME DIE, yet if you came over and shot me; to your frame of reference, I would be dead and forever gone, and so 'THAT', is the real fucking PROVINCE WEIRD ROCKDROID EQUATION, sir Rotten Berry, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No aha-aha-aha tonight, Mike fucking cunt McNulty, old 1971 pal; just not in the fucking ass mood. So sorry Mister 1941 Ambassador of fucking cunt lapping JAPAN, huh lovely daughter PEE K——-omicassi????????????????? My life dwarfs the fucking SECOND WORLD WAR, 10 million times; or should I just keep my cuzz happy and say five meeeyun? Cut me 1, Marge Leo!
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10:47 PM-EDST, 25 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY NIGHT:
I TOLD YOU GINA, THEY PICK THE FUCK ON ME, OVER AND OVER, AND EVEN THOUGH THE DOW BEGAN TO GO DOWN FOR A WHILE, THIS RECENT 10-15 DAYS OF SHIT ON ME, EVERY DAY, WITH POUNDING, AND PUMMELING, AND PERSECUTION BY FILTHY FUCKING EVIL NEIGHBORS; AND LOTS OF OTHER FUCKING SHIT; AND THE DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY, AFTER DAY, AFTER DAY. A FUCKING TWISTED MORON LITTLE SNOTTY CHILD, CAN SEE MY WORDS ARE ALL FUCKING TRUE. WHERE IS THE WONDERFUL ATTORNEY GENERAL WHEN I NEED HER, OH GREAT PRESIDENT-O???????????? THIS IS WHY PEEPS REACH THAT MAGIC BOILING POINT, I NEVER WILL, BUT THIS IS WHY THESE INCIDENTS WILL NOT STOP HAPPENING, AS IT JUST GETS ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING WHITE WASHED, AND COVERED UP, BY POWERFUL 'PENTAGON FUCKING ALIENS', OR 'WHATEVER' BODY SNATCHING EXPLORATRONIC SHIT IS REALLY GOING FUCKING ON, AND DON'T LET CLARINET PLAYER, PLAYER BILL, BULLSHIT US. HE KNOWS THE ENTIRE FUCKING MESS, AND HAS TO SHUT UP ON PAIN OF DEATH; HIS AND THE ENTIRE FAM. FOLKS, QUIT BEING SO FUCKING naïve AND STUPID, AND 'MICROSOFT I-N-SIS-TS ON SPELLING' naïve IN SMALLS, I AM NOT DOING THIS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I DID THE OTHER CUTE ASS LITTLE THING AFTERWARD, WHAAAAAA, MMCN!
I am one angry mother fucker about a lifetime of mother fucking endless cock sucking MAJOR PERSECUTION, good freaking folks out here, and all my loyal MORIANS, YO YO!! So quit bouncing me around Mister McDonald and Mister Vandegrift, kind sirs, and stop with the super echo already on the fucking car ads. You're not a Donna Summer 1979 fucking disco, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese fucking cunt Louise, and W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA!
EVERY MOTHER FUCKING COCK EATING DAY, these noisy dirt bag neighbors ARE DRIVING ME NUTS AT THE FUCKING SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED, PUBLIC HOUSING ASS AUTHORITY, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALL MIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!
This is totally REDICULOUS, MACK KAITER of Northeast freaking ass Maryland of 1967. Cut me a break, Margie Leo!
What some may wish to be made aware of who read Morianity, is thisssssssssss, Miss Erica Lucci snakes of 1983, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! If you were the only one alive on this Earth, pretend you are lost and leaving endless bread crumbs behind you, only instead of breadcrumbs, it is an endless ball of thin colorful twine. Now as time passes, and you move all around, in and out of buildings and homes and down streets and into all kinds of places, this past record will follow behind you. Now bringing the cold reality back, we are not alone, and so our fellow creatures also do this very same thing, and also are leaving this endless twine string behind them no matter where they go, and when, forever and always. Now instead of 20 or so basic prime and second colors, pretend we have sight capable of focusing at solar surface brilliance, so billions of separate coloring shades would now be possible. Each one would have their own unique color. Now imagine the interaction of all of us, not us, but this twine after a week, after a month, a year, 5, 10, and so on. Now take shit one more step still good folks. Remove the US, just see this endless intertwining weaving cosmic interaction. Now, you are ready to be told, that this is what produces a force called the IF, and NOT the fucking other way around, ladies and gentlemen, and whoever else is out here, so say it, YO; WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So where are my trucks, TD?
Every day this week and last week, my nabes love to shout and bang doors, and are around a lot more recently than they were for a while. It takes me time, but I get used to these butt wipes, not that it ever will be a day at the beach, and not that my days at the beach are anything too far removed from rotten and hellish, here with the robbery last year, and back in fucking Atlantic City, with everything from giant girl gang attacks to just you name it and was more like what wasn't fucking around with me, in that totally fucking miserable, and rotten place?
My health and bowels were stuck while sleeping. I will shit my guts out soon, and then take some Metamucil meds to compensate for the MILITUFORCE overnight attack. These scum blew up my airship while I was what all of you call, DREAMING. I wanted to blow them up and then come onto the mortal world, clocked in and invisible; and strike enemy targets here, as I do quite often. When upon occasion my cloak of invisibility dicks out, you have all seen me from time to time, along with others of us from the Astral Plane. Diana told me she wants me to say something on my blogs, so I will, before this is all typed up, as I never disobey my wonderful beautiful GODDESS. The dirt bag enemies have me running around in circles like a blind and decapitated mother fucking chicken, these recent fucking days. As a result, I did not say all I wanted to on my previous blog, M5, CH. 00053. So 54 will now do the talking for me. It is a nice 79 degrees right now in good old fucking cock sucking Port Pierce, Florida, USA-ES-MWG. (United States of America-Planet Earth, System of Sol, Milky Way Galaxy). It has been only low eighties each day, so there's one rotten ass fucking plus out of things at least, Warner Brothers, WHAAAAAAA!
Well no, that's not all folks, and how we all loved their great cartoons as kids, but it seems that many have decided in the new generation X-Y-Z or in this range, that growing up, and even growing normally in time with grace, is some kind of new age sin, with this very demented and delusional mindset, owned and patented by the Hollywood MIND CONTROLLERS, of forever young or else Briggbase Cultists, and the Mortal World (MW) has their own name for this waking world cult. I loved my time, and most like me who refuse to use a cell phone, or join this Third Millennium, simply fade away, and don't. Well, I AM ALREADY in a condition-interaction where HELL swallows up any possibility of RELEASE or DEATH, so LSS, the quintessential rock and hard place, places me just south of the rock, and natch, just north of the hard place. This is one hell of a proverbial mother fucking squeeze, folks. But let us move along now with yesterday after I left the apartment to do a little bit of freaking shopping. I mistakenly said things reversed, so sorry, Mister Ambassador Bombpearl of 1941. Let me finish up the old topic with the fact that this illegal scum ball is back living here across from me, and with that snubby ugly woman, and her totally evil nasty, and raised by total pigs dude; who cares zero for disturbing his closest fucking neighbor, ME, Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was punished for trying to get help from the Dell guy, not the Dell “gut”, typo sorry, the keys are together on the keyboard, you know, the 'Y' and the 'T', then the West side Fort Pierce Library back eight days ago, and it is every and any time that I ever try and do anything, especially music related. It is not TD or rocket science or the President of the Wow-Truck Refusals Club, just as the TV ad spot says, good common ass sense, YO. Music for some of the lucky folks, makes enormous amounts of money, and the chosen to be cursed HUNTINGTON, say it again gorgeous little Amanda, is not permitted to ever have ANYTHING AT ALL, to keep perpetuating this 'family game', as it goes back more than ten fucking thousand years, and before that; only the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE; really knows in full detail. The three times that I was about to break out of this lack of money curse, I was nearly killed twice physically, 1977 at the Mars Graphics Print Shop in Westville, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and in 1983, making money playing roulette in Atlantic City, at the casinos. First my heart, then my throat. Then separated again by increments of three in years, single blocks or double, as in 1977, 1983, and 1986, and as you can see here, there is a strange three year run, beginning in 1977; but yes, we cannot ever forget or ignore the DANGER-THIRD LAKE, AKA HB in my speculation, but not remembering that road trip up there with my Great Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, and her two grandchildren, Christopher and Scotty Meyers, on the day of the dog-walking, and other things, huh Re-max Reality; but speaking of all of this, we also cannot forget or ignore, good old wonderful lovely sarcastic 1986, AHA AHA AHA AHA MMCN!!!!! This is when I could make all the money I wanted to at the casinos, and again, was punished and stopped; and just how was this done? did anyone ever really wonder why these shadows came to dwell in the bright daylight? I will tell you, but first folks, here is yesterday, now written today, on the diary of Beaver Cleaver-2, AKA Morianity-Part-5, with no stray cats, no school, and to keep lovely Diana Brewster happy, “No nothing”. Does this meet with your all mighty highness approval, oh great owner of the world, Oprah Lose Bond?
I went to the 'Good Will' and then to the 'Publix' stores, not the other way around. Why would I, as the ice cream would melt if I did not get that last, like DUH and color me anything you want, and don't be my buddy, ANN. See if I care, or even get arrested over it, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It was upon coming out of the Publix Grocery Store at the mini-mall at Virginia and Route 1, that that same aircraft that has dogged me since this all began in 1986, the very exact same one, was up there while I was putting my grocery bags into my vehicle. It used to circle and orbit, literally orbit my Blue Anchor home on summer months, all mother fucking day long. It is way up in the sky and it makes the loudest mother fucking cunt lapping noise you could possibly ever fucking imagine. They let you know, “Boy are we fucking watching you, ya little fucking jit bag prick”, there really is no mistake in their signal, right ADS? When I got home, the apartment was quieter, the main noise at least over the past ten days or so now is from 9 in the morning through 6 in the evening. Then it gets better from 6P through 9A. Oh well, let the quieter quitter bay-fish, move this right along here and do some clutch work, or else; grind grind grind, without any 1994 beaches, or joining outlandish bizarre swimming clubs on 27 June, or other paranormal paraphernalia such as AEB's, right Mister Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz, my old pal????????????????????????????? Ron, kind sir, to this day, I wonder why I do not smash that thing down hard and get it all over with for all of us. Well, no favors for this human race. That would be way too good for them after all they've fucking ass done to me, no favors, baby-love, NONE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, yesterday was another thing that never got mentioned. It was my PCNLD or (Private Cosmicoded Number Lottery Day). This is twice that the Florida 3-Pick Lottery, matched my PCN of '871', and I thought for sure by now that CUZZ DON's number would pop in, also Frank Callio's, also MC's, after-all, there are only 81 PCN's folks, and nearly four million peeps in America have each one of them, simple math folks, 81 times four-mill is equal to the rough guess US Census counted population in the 2010 count, WHAAAA! Well without any weed sucking, or changing places, or role reversals, or audience competing; let me move this along and quit with the dam tangents already, yikes, YO! Now do you see why my kid scares me to death, Pam? I know what she is capable of, and I am just trying now to appease her wrath until my 18 and out. I see this human life of mine as none other than a total fucking prison sentence, and make no bones about it, nor do I act shy about printing it up publicly, Mister Graham, 'TEE HEE HEE', oh Lilly. Where Are You When I Need You, ED, not you, Mister Himacane Lynch?
Oh yes, WAYWINY, and then in past tents, it would become, where were you when I needed you, right Sam Walton, another December 7, 1941 day for me, President Roosevelt. These initials change into WWYWINY, and need and needed both start with the 'N' word, no, not that ugly other 'N' word. You have no idea what fight I would have put up for custody of you, MI, if I had known, but two moms conspiring against it, forget it. Where was all your role reversal stuff when it might have done the most good, I could ask you, oh great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, my endless wonderful Goddess?
Well, it is now in the eighties officially, at 2:09, according to the channel-12 app on my computer. At least it is nothing like the past couple of years where by the end of April it was either high eighties or into the nineties by 12-3 in the afternoon, every dam day. Folks forget stuff, I do not know how they live so controlled and so totally ETOSS-HACKED. When I get the occasional hit by these pricks, I remember those times and can count them on both my hands and that is it, and it always something that pertains to my great swimmer daughter. I still was scared she was going to drown, but learned some really powerful lessons in the process, me that is, not her. She is all mighty, and needs not learn anything, other than my brain is a worthless pile of junk circuits, confusing the address of the Philadelphia Zoo, with where the great Manhattan ES Building is. It is on 34th Street, but not Poplar. What's happening to my nutty mind, Mayor Nutter, and little girl on the TV ad, WHAAAAA? No one knows how real it is to be ETTOS attacked by this powerful family. The day McGuire leaves us all in peace, I will be out surf and turfing, if I have to borrow the money from the dam mob. That's a promise, lovely Re-max Mo, and WOMO as well, Karen Simons. Thanks, traitor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. No, I won't brand you, for old times sake. Laugh time, McNulty!
The last really bad 4 days went as follows on my systems-roulette by the way, good folks. Yesterday I made 7 units. The three other recent bad days were plus 4, plus 1, and plus 5 and a half, TEE HEE HEE, MZ. MUNSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to hate your old pal too much, Congressman Andrews, and remember the good times YO, in 1975, even the time you refused to give me a lift home that evening after 9 P, down at Pileggi's basement, or 'whatever'. You had the coolest stereo, and the coolest girl, Angel. Was she perfect or more like my daughter?
Hay Gawky Gaukauk, here kitty, why has the fucking dick licking persecution over the past ten days or so gotten so bad again with my across the fucking hallway nabes, YO YO YO??????????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-682.
TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH—-PROJECT BLUEBOOK—-CANCER—-QUEENS—-MOVING—-THE MORNING LIGHT—-BEAVER—-PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE—-TWENTY——————————
HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, HERE KITTY, ALL THREE TIMES IN MY LIFE, IN 1977, 1983, AND 1986, WHEN I TRIED TO MAKE A LITTLE MORE MONEY THAN IN OTHER TIMES EVER IN MY LIFE, AND SUCCEEDED, I WAS ASSAULTED TWICE PHYSICALLY TO THE NEAR POINT OF DEATH, AND THE FINAL TIME, THE DEATH OF MY ENTIRE LIFE RESULTED AND HAS BEEN THE CASE EVER FUCKING SINCE THAT TIME IN 1986?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-853.
1954—-36th avenue—-stingray————-
LIKE FUCKING W—-O—-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hannah-88, can I please be forgiven for my last fucking lifetime folks? Thank fucking you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Herbert Huntington, Ancestry dot com, crissake YO, please do not darken my shadowy dark doorstep ever again; and no more hunting trips for your dam son and his pal McGee's pop. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Double-triple fucking WOW, YO.
As always, we could dance all night, and I could talk all day, but no new fucking songs pweeeeeeeze. The current one has me in enough hot water to put the water-heater peeps permanently out of fucking ass business, YO County Jail caller. Yes MC, I did re-listen, before your 5th cuzz 3 times removed, stole the CD, and all your stuff from my bedroom. I know the horrible stuff you were letting me see, and thanks for not offing me. I make you the very same promise now, I made to Sarah Callio, your 4th-7TR. I will as of this blog, leave you entirely out of this. I always loved that wild show with the two continuum's, and how the dude killed himself. That was talent, girl. Well, I'll keep my promise to you. Also, in return, you keep the chain, and no more dreams; not ever, do we have a deal oh great Sarah Krassle??????????????? Only we know what's getting said here, the old shark knows what you tried to tell me. I always loved those kind of sci-fi shows, only this time it's my real life, and that really sucks.
You enjoy your great VR-GAME, it belongs to you, and I had no right to ever try and expose its truths, or yours; just don't make me swim down to the weeds forever, please, my great GODDESS QUEEN, thank you. Ask your CUZZ SARAH if I kept my promise, other than for the one quick time, when I just wanted to show the great artist Billy Harner, her water company.
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Ok good people, a little bit more before I close out. Sorry about the profanity the past few days, today I am not in such a super ugly mood, and because I was not totally viciously persecuted as badly, like DUH, Hyundai-2006!!!
I was able to make a nice four unit profit on that horrendous freaking BOTBAR of Friday the twenty-sixth day of April, on my systems-roulette. Also food people, TEE-HEE-HEE Lilly Munster; I did speak to my wonderful awesome special kitty cat, GAGA, MEOW, interesting how this accepted term of cat-speech is meow, as in ME, OWL, you know, HAY, I AM BEING HURT, but then, American Appliances does sell great stuff, and that refrigerator in 1986 that caused me t nearly cut off my hand back at 1931 Marlton Pike (Route-70), in Cherry Hill, New Jersey; is a lot more part of a lot of music than some may ever get to realize, as I cannot tell, or I'll get the crap knocked out of me in my sleep by gorgeous wonderful Isiscylla. I did not know you knew about my toes, only my fall in the street, and that GAGA, was really an OWL or an OUCH, depending on how the deal goes, WHAAAAAA!
The two queries to my cat on that horrific freaking BOTBAR DAY, were as freaking follows, ladies and gentlemen, and any other entities out here, AHA-AHA-AHA-MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY GAGA, AFTER A SHORT RECENT TURN-DOWN IN THE STOCK MARKET FOR ABOUT TWO WEEKS, WHY IS IT SUDDENLY SHARPLY TURNING BACK UP AGAIN, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-462—TRANSLATION:
FRED WINDSTEIN—-TAPE—-WAVE—-ALL RANDOMS HAVE PATTERNS————————————————-
HAY GAGA, WHAT WAS BEHIND THIS INCREDIBLE WORSE THAN EVER SIEGE AND ATTACK SHORTLY AFTER 4 PM TODAY, BY MY DIRT BAG BOTTOM FEEDER PIG NABES ACROSS THE HALLWAY FROM ME, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-927—TRANSLATION:
CHRISTMAS—-PAULA KING—-LIFEGUARD—-DAVID ROTH—-DREW CAREY—-CORAL REEF—-MANHATTAN—–
END TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, FOLKS……..
I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE TODAY, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTLEMEN, AND IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE SOON, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES WHO ARE AND HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG, LISTED ON MY BLOGS, IN ONE CAPACITY OR ANOTHER, AND IN VARYING DEGREES OF CULPABILITY BY EACH OF THEM, DETERMINED ONLY BY A SUCCESSFUL THOROUGH INVESTIGATION BY ALL NECESSARY AUTHORITIES. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, MADE BY ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR, MATCHING MY RECORD LATER LISTED, AT THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, AG OF FLORIDA, P.B., IF NECESSARY, FOR MY OWNED COPYRIGHTS SINCE BACK INTO BOYHOOD, EVEN THOUGH THOSE LISTED ONLY GO BACK TO 1978, WHEN I WAS FULLY GROWN; IT IS ENOUGH TO BEGIN THIS MAJOR WILD INVESTIGATION, WHEN MY DEAD BODY IS DISCOVERED IN THIS PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY APARTMENT, SHOULD THIS INDEED OCCUR. This legal document is now considered to be legally true and binding, to the best of my knowledge, all things ever told on this MORIANITY and all of my Mountainpen blogs, and is also officially now legally signed, the second it posts up legally, to both the sites of WORDPRESS, and BLOGGER.
OK ladies and gentlemen and kind viewers, here is the situation of what is going down around me personally today from the second I was awakened with a loud door slam just around the noon hour somewhere, on the legal date as shown and listed above, at the heading of this blog. I want to thank my audience for putting up with me; seeing me at my best, and my worst; and all the gray areas in-between.
First off, I called Mikey as he was supposed to call me, and did not, and he told me things are bad and he will get back to me later on. They are bad, but there is a little more happening here, actually; it is another Avalon BonJovi deal going down, and as always; I am totally unable to prove it, as well as absolutely powerless to stop and prevent any of it. So what else is new, same old same old, (WEIN-SOSO)? I know that he is just going to disappear down to Miami forever, and I will never hear from him again, as something is going on and he is not telling me straight, and I’ve been mother fucking lied to enough all of my life, to recognize a fucking cunt lapping con job when I’m getting one, YO!
Now I will be where the OTAMM MILI-2-FORCE always eventually mother fucking gets me, sooner or later, as it is every mother fucking cock sucking time, all my life without fail or exception; TOTALLY ISOLATED, where I can be picked apart by BRIGGBASE WOMOTAMM vultures, and human sub bottom feeding vampires. Someday, this pile of pure fucking trash ass slimy scum, will indeed burn in a fiery hell forever, in unfathomable fucking cunt agony; for this nightmare hell that they’ve enjoyed putting me through, just to keep the stock puke sucking market endlessly going up, and their dirt bag precious fucked up economy going strong. Sacrifice one for the good of the many, huh Spock and Kirk and Humpback mother fucking 1986 whales? Well this fucking great fish says, ‘BULLSHIT, and fucking kiss my ass’. It’s not fair, and any god or goddess that permits this inconceivable evil, to fucking cunt prevail; is no entity I have any desire to love or worship, drop dead, all mighty god, whoever you really are. That is what SHARKEY MARKEY has to say on this blog today, YO! Oh yeah, watch me swim, and hear me tell it.
Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.
The day began slowly getting bad with one little thing compounding onto another one, and before a real long time, things were in the mother fucking soup, and boiling away white hot, at light fucking speed squared. Here is the hell.
I got up and quickly cleaned up and dressed, called Mikey, and as I said, I think he is planning on vanishing away without telling me, so you know what, FUCK HIS DAM ASS. My mom taught me shit as a kid, that I’ll remember to the mother fucking cunt lapping die that I physically die, as the person I currently am experiencing human life through; and that is that if someone, anyone, your own family, friends, a woman; if they don’t want you, the fucking hell with them. MOVE THE FUCKING SHIT ON, or as Billy Harner and Rob Hartley would tell me a lot back in Jersey, “Turn the fucking page, Mark”, then they’d puff some more on their weed down in the cellar. Have any good stories to share with me over tea and crumpets, other Patterson? In a few things, nobody topped my fucking mother, as she really knew her onions; all the way to Hollywood’s fake squeeze tears, and phony miss-kisses. Jeese Louise surfer Fonty, is this all about as totally fucking surreal as it gets sir, or should we secretly meet later at Genlows transdimensional house, and both of us can break into intertime and hang ten together, only it might end up hanging 10 million, along with Dick Wolf and Comcast Cable included in the mix. Yeah, the mix. Don’t get me fucking started here peeps. If I had the shit I had before this star family of fucking magic bullets took it all away from me commissioner Warren Washdock; I would be able to do a harmony track, ‘hero style’, PUN, PUN, PUN! WAYWINY LILLY FUCKING MUNSTER?
Well, yes, let old Blogger Mountainpen, share his horrible fucking day of assault with his viewing audience. I want you all to know that I really do appreciate your reading my blog, and someday, if I decide to CAP the entire universe to another place and delete it, as I already did in a parallel universe at least on one occasion; I will be sure the system knows who among the crowd, will be in the list to be ‘saved’, yeah, ain’t technology great? Makes you wonder, saving, deleting, capping, techno-pop creations, really? It is not what can we do, it is a lot easier to see things now as, what CAN’T we do, with all of this incredible stuff? Then PEE comes along with her tower that has a pad next to it with a bubble that swings over, and can turn anything inside of it into zeros and ones, put it through the internet and send it to any terminal that also has a station like the sending one. I saw this in a parallel universe, and for crissake, my daughter was only 8 years fucking old when she invented it over at the Harborfields Detention Center. I told all this, I blogged it all years and years ago when Morianity was new. Then just early this year, we hear about the 3-D laser-printer, and how it can actually create items now, such as those plastic guns. If I was dreaming all of this, I am sorry, but I am just about positive that I saw this talked about right here in this universe, not in some other one while dreaming as an exploratron. I will never ever forget hitting the buttons and watching the solar system turn blue and still, then pasting it far off into another galaxy on the opposite side of the universe. That was so real, I do not know whether or not that happened, or the laser gun printer thing happened, or what happened; over here where I am now typing this blog. I know if it did happen, not the capping of the solar system, but the laser-printer thing; we never ever heard another thing about it on the news or from any other media source that I am aware of any-ha. Well, that all being cock sucking told and said, let me tell you what the WOMO MILI-2-FORCE did to me today, and this day WOULD BE SUPER BOTBAR, if not for getting my fucking cunt eating ninety dollar refund check back from my wonderful Uncle Sam Huntington, or (the IRS) for those ignorant of the history of my wonderful and wild Huntington family, that managed for the most part to do a CALLIO, and stay out of the limelight, and go more deeper in the darker shadowy realms of secrecy, other than for becoming a four term Connecticut Governor, as my 7th grand-pappy did indeed die in office there back in 1790 or somewhere there about, if not then it was 1796. It was just shy of the start of the eighteenth century, in any event.
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, how I despise living in this fucking cunt eating total shit hole, YO. Well, I had a talk with Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto when I took out my trash and left to go on a few small errands, gassing up the car, purchasing a few movies at the Good Will Store on VHS tape, and a few grocery items at Publix, then pick up my medication at the Walgreen Pharmacy, check my bank balance at TD, and stop in for a few items needed from the old Dollar Deals Store, where not everything is a dollar there any longer. Oh well, that’s progress, YO. Debbie will put me in a place where I can hear a pin drop, and I am thinking of taking her up on her offer. I will not be up as high and will not get to see my lovely lightning this nicely, but then, what has she done for me recently where I could really care less? I mean I understand what she said at the Eden Gate fence that day to me nearly 130 centuries ago, I understand why the High Priestess Wicca folks call this being what they do, “Triple-Goddess”, as this is what my daughter in human form is now, and has been since she went away and left me as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in the summer time of 1969, and on and on I could go; but nobody needs to hear it all, and I don’t need to make any unsuccessful crossovers on the Chappaquiddick Bridge, or be fired upon with any magic ass bullets, Mister Warren. Still, she said that she would spare the world since I loved her so much and was asking her to, that day so long ago, on the other side of that fence. Then she teased me by pretending to like my brother’s filthy gifts more than she liked mine, and began flirting with him, and I was just so dam jealous that I was not ABLE to stand it any longer one day, so I raised myself and a rock, and that was it for my brother’s head. It is all in that wonderful book, ISISCYLLA, and IWALU no matter what you do to me, and how much you freaking love to endlessly tease me, down through the endless ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, future great football players and past great committee men on Crapitol Hill, as my ex business partner PP, said so well, “SHIT HAPPENS”, and taking that in conjunction with what the late Dawn-Marie King said to me shortly thereafter; ‘IT IS WHAT IT IS’, well; I suppose I need to go back into time, and scream out to the entire cosmos from 1969, “OK fine then, so I guess THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, ZIGGY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is nothing that can be done about my fucking evil neighbors, Debbie said; other than for me to move and get a note from my doctor, as I am sure he would supply me with. It is just so fucking cunt unfair that I have to be the one to move and be inconvenienced and pay money, and sweat my balls fucking off, and when I did nothing wrong to deserve any of this filthy fucking dog shit. LIFE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING BLOWS & SUCKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I had my talk with her, and then went to my car, and saw a major barrage of nasty ass chemtrails all over the fucking skies of Fort Pierce, especially to the west of the town’s air-space, over I-95 and even further west of that, towards Lake OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anybody say June 4, 1983, Orwell, or Doogie H? Jesus fucking Christ in Lab-Teck HELL!
THE MILITUFORCE was out in droves, not only chemtrailing the entire western area from me, but loud aerial assaults were also buzzing all around, and when I came back home to park and get my shit into a shopping cart so I could get it up an elevator, and then into my fucking prick chewing apartment; that harassing huge military evil demonic vessel that loves to ORBIT around in endless noisy circles, was also right there to greet me, AGAIN, as it was there a short while back, over at that same shopping area that I had just left today, after buying some grocery items, and a few VHS tape movies. But after I had the initial items, and before I tracked back towards home and stopped at Dollar Deals and the Walgreen’s, for my script-meds refill; a real huge slob on a fucking dirt bag motor cycle piece of garbage, cut me off, and I already knew he was going to illegally get to the left of me, and turn right and ahead of me; while waiting to pull out of the mini-mall with the Publix and the other numerous stores all there, at the Virginia Avenue intersection. I could tell, as I have learned to read shit; and then when all this air shit is also persecuting, that was my convincer, and I knew before it happened that indeed, this was what would go down, and sure enough, it did; and if I had not been careful and aware; he could have caused me a real disaster today, FORT PIERCE POLICE FREAKING DEPARTMENT, and Attorney General Pam Bondi. If it was just the air, or just the biker, then you could rationally say, well maybe I am a bit overly paranoid, but folks, cut me a fucking cunt lapping little break here, OK. It was all of this shit that all kept happening, so don’t anyone go fucking telling me that I have some wild ass fucking sick imagination, and that I need psychotherapy, or counseling, and psych medications; and all that hocus pocus nonsense fucking jazz, YO! Gear shift, no grind, shift-shift, page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven just nailed me, so I’ll need to cunt-phlegm-rape, or (COMPENSATE) TO PUT THIS A BIT TOMMY ROE POLITER, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go, new kids!
555555555555555555, PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO FUCKING ASS GIVES THIRTEEN SHITS, OR A WASHDOCK, FOR THAT MATTER??????????????????????
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LET ME RUN OUT THIS GOD DAM CLOCK ON THIS GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, WITH JANE WHORE FONDA!!!!!!!
A stinking rotten freaking 20 years is 5 minutes to me, ya’ rotten lousy dirty blee blah blum and a lot more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, there was one nice big puss plus out of this day of otherwise total ass shit, and that was coming in with my shit in a cart, checking my mail slot, and getting my income tax refund check, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Screw you enemy OTAMM, (Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr). Despite all this hell, and fucking dog shit, YO; I managed to make 3 units on my systems-roulette before I began to blog, and yesterday on a really fucking SUPER-ASS-BOTBAR-DAY, I managed to get a nice quick four and a half units, TEE HEE HEE, LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be asking GAGA KITTY CAT, why this pummeling siege was done to me today, but I already do know one answer no matter what else the cat may or may not reveal to me, YO YO YO YO!!! I know that WHEN I AM DOWN AND OUT, like in both times with MIKEY and calling him, yesterday and again today; THEY PICK ON ME, WHEN I AM THE MOST FRAGILE. This is a typical dirt bag military strategy, and is why I am not shy about hating the mother fucking military. I do not see dirty fighting scum bags, as my personal heroes, no matter how lovely voice Scylla sings the song. True blue heroes don’t have to fight dirty, and the US military does fight dirty, sanctioning, waiting for weakness, blockades, bombing little nations like Vietnam back into the stone age, to quote a L&O episode, hay; I cannot have a lot of respect or admiration for shit like that; and so no fucking wonder why so many people all around this globe all hate America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I love fucking America, but this is not America anymore, and I know for sure that it has not been, at least since the world turned upside fucking cunt down for me, back on the fifteenth day in August, of 1986; and I’ll go on saying it over and over and over, so yes, new kids in town; here we go, drum beats and all, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I still think there is hope in the future, and for the world and even for America, but as of the date on this blog, well, inward snort, exhaled grossed out throat sound, and puey, I mean, hay, you want it straight, and up front down and dirty, or does anyone out here want me to flower shit all up, and start lying to my nice viewers, WOW, witch will it be? AHA-AHA-AHA nothing, so move out of the way Mike McNulty, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, you know what to do, so go do it, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE////////////////EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, AND STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Brenda Moore when we all don’t need her? Hopefully many miles away, with all of the bartenders, the lifeguards, the Crooked Mayors; and lotsanlots of other quintessential horseshit, huh Doctor Unhappy Garrigan of 1970????????????????????????? BYE-BYE, and don’t die on me, 2008 Copyright Office lady, as I am only interested in ‘hyperspace music’, but they gave me the message all right, even way fucking back then, sweetie. I swear you could see it in the eyes of the news anchor peeps, reporting the dam ass news. Cut me one, but please no stinkers, Margie Leo!
**CHAPTER LX (00060) M-5, SUPER BOTBAR!**
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
I NEED YOUR HELP GODDESS DIANA. I AM UNDER A DEATH SIEGE, FROM MY WOMO ENEMY. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME, LOVELY BBDZA.
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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 60.
WOW, IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER, GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WON’T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK AND BETS ON THIS ONE!
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU 100% machine created, tkpop.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE ONE
I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
And I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE TWO
So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE THREE
They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE FOUR
You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So you’re not giving any of your fish away
END OF SONG.
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.
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NOW ARE READING MORIANITY PART 5,
AND I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00060. WHAAAA.
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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 29 April.
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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***
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paranormal researcher
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Introduction
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests
I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies
all old movies
Favorite Music
most old music
Favorite Books
The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future
You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
I also am left to ponder, how Landon and I seem to know about the ‘sleep contact elves’, while the rest of humanity just lets this all go over their head.
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00058, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
For the record.
PAu000662409
1984
[ 2 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
I'm Criana.
PAu000724397
1985
[ 3 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007
[ 4 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.
TXu000514390
1992
[ 5 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Lost love.
PAu000344219
1981
[ 6 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection, set 4.
PAu000546149
1983
[ 7 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo collection : set III.
PAu000442785
1982
[ 8 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo tunes.
PAu000325091
1981
[ 9 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr tunes.
PAu000411864
1982
[ 10 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Queen of blue.
PAu000825471
1986
[ 11 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Real good girl.
PAu000881543
1986
[ 12 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
PAu002506106
2000
[ 13 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
PAu000501582
1983
[ 14 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
PAu002153196
1996
[ 15 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
SRu000332786
1996
[ 16 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
SRu000362114
1997
[ 17 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
PAu000540585
1983
[ 18 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
What's wrong?
PAu000724407
1984
[ 19 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
PAu000998574
1987
[ 20 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
[ 21 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989
[ 22 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204017
1980
[ 23 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204015
1980
[ 24 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity music pre-book.
PAu002336935
1998
[ 25 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity tunes of 1998.
PAu002282717
1998
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204016
1980
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Same title.
PAu003037983
2005
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Thanx to the shadows.
PAu002237985
1997
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WHASUP VIQUEEN MARILOO?
WHASUP STOCK BROKER GORDO? WWYWINY MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.
This is merely a harmony track. I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.
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.
As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U?
Signed, da' Mountainpen.
Let us go back to twelve days ago, to a week from last Tuesday. I went, on advice from the normal library that I go to, to a sister branch on the west side of North Fort Pierce, Florida, just a few blocks from where I used to live before coming to reside here at this PHA Building. Again, I was there with the intent of trying to get my song, “You'll Be Crossing Over” to be uploaded to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ and was not treated very well there, and it was as though they already had it all planned out to be that way with me when I came in. They could not be sure when I was coming, but I did phone ahead to talk to that same dirt bag, Rick, who screwed me at the other library down on Melody Lane when he was going to help me with my blogs back when I was having all that trouble with the Tweeting rockin' robins in the summer time in 2010, causing the stock market to soar as a result, from around 8400 points up to just under ten thousand points within only a few months, via the parallel-event between hurting me and the Dow Jones always going up as a result. Again, as with that other bad time in my life in August of 2010, after this time, the DJIA has soared up for two solid weeks after having its first down week in ages after this ridiculous absurd ludicrous based on nothing rally, began growing so powerfully this year in 2013. If this in all honesty is really all up in my sick imagination for 27 years, then I really do have one hell of a fantastic imagination, so much so, that there is no way that peeps who indeed know I exist, and I think my copyright record speaks for itself that this is quite real and true and not imagined, then these lovely folks would have long ago made me an offer to write for one of their studios and make them a marvelous mint of cash, with my WILD IMAGINATION. I think we all up here on this blog, KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, with this, with all of my life's woes, with parallel event and the stock market and my persecution done intentionally, with my family, with my daughter, with Hyper-Space and other matching initials; and most especially, with music. I find it very difficult to believe, that any 'for-real' peeps up here; do not see and believe, that this entire story is all real and true and honest, and pitiful; and the best words to be added here, would be demonically monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will not insult my audience, of which I know is between ten and forty nice folks. You all know this is all the truth, after-all, just what would I possibly have to gain with a story this totally outlandish and inconceivably absurd, be it a work of either fiction or lack of mental health. I am not saying that I am the most healthy person alive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and on I could go, but I sure try hard, and I am the product of one hell of an unfathomable amount of covert and totally illegal abuse, from a very powerful group of absolutely horrendous wicked rotten people, who most assuredly, to use old lingo terms, will endlessly burn in a horrible hell someday, for doing all this unspeakable detestable and despicable stuff to me, an innocent pathetic harmless victim of their criminal mischief that rivals even what Hitler ever did a long time ago in Germany. This is just honest truthful words, and if they bite or hurt, then whoever may be reading them and in pain, is in for 'a ticket south', to quote my old pal, banged up blue nungen car and all from the middle eighties, Ugie Horowitz AKA and under Hollywood stage name, Michael Landon.
Well people, let me keep this moving right along. None of us are dumb, and I have been told by somebody that I am just looking for my 15 minutes like everybody else. This is a filthy dirty rotten lie, good folks. I am looking for a lot more than 15 minutes. I am looking to start up a great foundation that would aid many people just like me with terrible problems, people being persecuted by all sorts of evil mean pursuers of them, ex lovers, family, revenge seekers, even financially distressed individuals, even those in trouble with Internal Revenue, any kind of persecution. Now this foundation would always operate within the boundaries of the legal system, and would even try to assist those in trouble, contributing one dollar for every dollar they pay, things like that. This is my dream, and has been since 2006 when I started all of this on-line junk, at the suggestion of the two peeps in my life then who though that it may solve some of my horrible problems, Christopher Bennett, and Edward Himacane Lynch. But there have been a couple of very mean and jealous folks, who have accused me of using, or trying to use, my situation since 1980-1989, whatever that situation really is in reality in this universe, with my mystery-caller-goddess of all and or any BABYLON locations, and in or out of any regular time STM illusions, in all of this. This was always about as far from my mind as anyone can imagine, and when I began my blogging and Morianity early in 2006, I did not even have a clue about half the stuff that I have now come to learn as the next few years ticked along. I do not use people, I try and find a mutually acceptable cooperation that is anything but one sided, and for any reason if this is not agreed to, then I am off to the next project, and so on.
This applied to CHEMTRAILS, and anyone with a brain, and with ears; understands. Then it was revealed to me, just like the Disney thing; a short while after the CT video was posted up, that if something is done; it sort of proves that all of this goes beyond the realm of miracles and pope canonizations and any of it. I speak of comparing two tunes and then using a little techno-pop machinery of the eighties in conjunction with some tapes that for reasons none other than pure providence, happened to make it down with me to Florida, the night that I packed a very few things, and ran away from where I was being SS Kidnapped, by distant cousins, and this is not me talking, this is a close cousin to a top recording artist, the great BonJovi for gods sake. He is the one who saw all this, brought it to my attention, and then, for wild reasons, after a long time operating a sound studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, one day shortly after this mess was all going down live, poof, THE END, no more Avalon BonJovi studio to go to and do my projects. Oh, and this is all just by pure random coincidences. Well, Jack McCoy, Abbey Carmichael and the entire Law & Order gang would not believe that, and guess what my friends out here, NEITHER DO I, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing I don't believe. It is almost as if ISIS is taunting me, but I cannot be sure, I have to do an FBI here and keep this idea-concept on the 'back-burner' for right now due to insufficient intelligence data, after-all, I have been cut off from all contact, everyone has totally abandoned me and hates me, and for nothing that I have legitimately done to any of them. To say it biblically, this entire thing is just about as SATANIC AND DEMONIC AS IT GETS, good peeps. But what do I mean by taunting. Well, if I had watched and taped that silly show that MC suddenly just out of nowhere decided to do, I would have had a million words to play with. I am only interested in what I have of her from the days when she was playing lab-teck, this is not a game, and just because she wants to be sixteen forever, I DON'T. None of this was a game, and it was all done to try and break out of whatever it is that has been going on all around me since 1980 give or take, and it was her all along, and a moron can see it. If I were just trying to make a thousand unknown tunes of great known artists, I would be taping every dam show on television for voice retrievals. I live my own life, and it is very private and personal to me. This isn't some stupid game, it is real, it is agonizing, and I just want OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE, and can any of you out here really blame me for gods sake? Out of a few recent things said to me by peeps that I absolutely cannot mention any names; only one had some powerful merit, and again, proves the powerful truths about being so close in the forest, as not to see the trees, an old and very wise-person's expression, at least IMHO, L-4. They said if dream-music is transdimensional, then how can you say the tune of “You'll Be Crossing Over” is not from a parallel universe, when the harmony is done when a teenaged girl is asleep in a dream, playing lab-technician, in '84? WOW, this person blew me away, and shows that I have some real thinking peeps out here, and I will protect their privacy and not divulge any more about them, but will further elaborate on what this person has suggested. You are RIGHT, FELLA!!!!!! I will no longer click on the song, and will not be posting the full tune up. I will not be responsible for the possible apocalyptic results all over the world, should too many people hit the post or it even mini viral'd as this could indeed be a catastrophic deal. It has to do with electronic circuitry and the inherent forces behind what separates all universes from each other in a frequency vibration. You do not need to know more than that, good peeps. So please, whoever has made my life so horrible since a year ago when this tune started all of this, I won't ever post the final mixed CD, and I'll even be taking down all my Youtube stuff, so please, leave me alone and cut me a break,, I don't mean any harm to any of you, BEAM ME FUCKING UP SCOTTIE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My coming to learn that this stuff causes major disturbances in a STM electromagnetic field of cosmic proportions, began around 1974. The convincer knock out punch was 1980 and my demo tunes and Mount Saint Helen's erupting. Then I still played around with this for about six more years, and the rest is history, perhaps it';s even why they persecute me and have since 1986, the timeline fits, and many believe that the planet is indeed being watched over and even protected by something, someone, who knows, the gods, ISIS, whatever. But my question remains, then why do all of this to me, ISIS? Oh well, enough for tonight,m I just wanted to get this door opened up and have us begin to lightly explore the foyer area beyond it. We have now sufficiently done so, or at least, IMHO we have, and Rockford says it all, with or without his great files, “We can always get back to this”!
READ ON, SHAKESPEARE MACBETH. Hyperspace effects my ass, Walter; I am not the fucking moron you all think that I am, ya' rotten no good EW pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE.
I HOPE THAT YOU ARE ENJOYING THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00060. Today however, most will not be 2 happy with my rotten behavior, sorry about that Chief of 86.
NUMEROUS ITEMS ARE CAPPED IN, FOR THOSE WHO MAY BE INTERESTED, AS WELL AS FOR ANY NEW VIEWERS.
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00060, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Now the rest of the topic for this blog is about the invention of these early eighties personal computers, AKA PC's. First, this jerk fucking off nabe across the cunt eating hallway from me IS PART OF THIS BUILDING CONSPIRACY WITH THE COMPUTER DELL GUY, and is why I was unable to secure any help from him, other than to get a mind blowing course one night from him about the real WOMO (World-Owners) and that would be none other than MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All others follow in close seconds or thirds, obediently wagging their tails behind them; and keeping their heads down, and their yes sir yelps endlessly strong, loud, and coming. Continue please, you are reading the section in Morianity for Millennium 3, Chapter #5.
Let us talk about these PC's, and how this all fits and connects with me, while bearing in mind the entire time, the little lesson in weaving and looms and our great great grandma's sowing habits, brought into the real next generation. First off, without even touching anything around this little quick next few sentences, let me just say the shit I feel compelled to say, and get it the fuck out of the way and over with, YO!
If I could wake up by some Irish Leprechaun Magic, (ILM) can be used after this point as a short abbreviation for this three word phrase; and be a total computer geek black hat cracker hacker, or on that level without doing anything illegal or immoral, with what I need in my personal life situation, don't be shy along with me world, as you know I would use this to my advantage, keeping it as legal and moral as is humanly possible, but when the road gets real tough here and there, with all the chips down underneath the surface of the gaming table, and the skies are all gray and bleak and black and dark; well, let us not get silly here, or try and fool ourselves. I would use this and I would make the MILITUFORCE really PAY for what has been done to me, and would still quite naturally, be being done to me at any so-called point of future STM. So the quintessential DUH is of course THEY are not going to make it real ass super easy for me to reach that computer savvy stage and point. It really again, as the great Toronto Bank of WOW says on their really cool TV ad spots, “It isn't rocket science”, and I'll gladly throw in here, “We do not need your services, Subaru Vonbrahn. I have tried to spell this dude's name 10 ways back from Sunday, and as usual, MSC is no help at all! Any celebrated last name spelled as it is sounded out, should be recognized with groups of words with one being the correct spelling. Yes, gear shift, no grind, these scum over there have been in and out all night, 1,2,3,4,5 in the morning, even now at nearly fucking half past, and Friday, I am telling Debbie that I will write a letter to whoever runs this building, as this is fucking bullshit, not 'cigarette butt bullcarp'. Yes it is amazing how very inexpensive items can serve as a spy stethoscope, placed on my door, and listened to through my headphones on my bed any time I wish. I am a very paranoid person, it is only a matter of time before I will know a lot more. The entire put together item cost me under 15 bucks, and is a great investment, as I need to know what goes on with ENEMIES. If folks would not harass and persecute me, I would never think of doing things like fucking this. I had to take a break, and go on, what David Roth used to call, late in the nineteen-eighties; a 'Crampana Shit Attack', only his main one that I'll always clearly remember, he also called the Dark Shitholes Attack, as he actually had the balls after being hit with a WOMO death beam at the Westmont, New Jersey High Speed-Line Train Station; to use the back yard woods, behind Roseann Delaney's home, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; to keep from browning out in his Bermuda shorts; TEE HEE HEE, Lilly M. Things like this do not happen with consistency and regularity to normal average healthy grown men, such as myself and David. So what else can the explanation be? I am surely not making up this story. Would I be proud to say I am always getting horrible fucking shit attacks, and not always properly making it to a facility, over the past 27 fucking cunt years? Give me a break, Margie Leo, 4 freaking crissake. Let us return now to the original topic of the personal computer and me, and our twining interaction. If I could do all the things I'd like to be able to do with them, my enemies would be in very serious trouble, until they came over covertly and stealthfully, and did a Marie Fahey on me, in the name of domestic enemy terror, and the Patriot Act; or some other total nonsense mother fucking garbage that if you added three dollars to, would get you a dozen shinny quarters; and that's all it would get you, YO!!!!!! If this was a fair world, I could sue the fucking FBI for breaking intentionally, all of my legally paid for and totally owned, electronic equipment, back early in this century, while I lived at the Mullica Mobile Manor, just east of fucking cock sucking Hammonton, Blu-Berryville, in New Green-Garden State Jersey, let me get off this blog beach for now, GOV, and return to the topic of PC's and me!!!!!!!!!!!! No, they don't show this dirty part of the FISA shit, on the great L&O TV show, but in real-life, they break your stuff, after all; what the fuck can you do about it, complain; and almost get locked up, by the fucking worthless Mullica Township Cops, back that day? Whaju say Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEIT!
Now these fucking miserable jerk off nabes of mine, come into their unit after visiting with this asshole on my floor with the computer, who knocked on my door that day on 12/18/2012, when I had Dennis Chase over here from the local Publix, posting my 'YBCO' harmony track tune, to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ BRO!
I know they all are friends, and constantly visit with each other, and conspire to fuck with me, both with my not getting any computer help, remember the story the resident manager of my building told me about Tom being bored with nothing to do, only he tells me that he's too fucking busy to aid me with my PC? Oh yeah, right, sure, shore, most definitely makes total sense, and it does, and I am not being fucking facetious, as it makes complete 100% sense. It is a plot to keep me fucked, fucked, fucked, and FUCKED!!!!!!!! Those that won't see my story is all real and true, SIMPLY DO NOT WANT IT TO BE TRUE. AFTER ALL, IT MIGHT JUST TOUCH THEM, OR SOMEBODY WHO THEY LOVE, IF IT IS TRUE; and that is not within their mother fucking comfy cozy zones, but is totally within the zone of the GWPOS, or Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome, that I have told over and over about an incident that happened in the middle fucking nineties. WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!
Folks, I went on a real roll for two fire alarms every day, along with the nabes back on a roll, simultaneously, and one time was definitely set off by them, as they were talking to the FD and saying, as I told all ready on a prior blog, This is bull crap, it is just smoldering cigarette butts. I merely spelled all of the words correctly on this dam blog, BRAH!
The first two thirds of the year of 2008, in its own way was bigger than the same time period in 1986, 22 years earlier. Studying my blogs or archiving them at the website at BLOGGER, using this address: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ or http://theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
will reveal powerful beyond wild and unfathomable shit. You can see how the entire MENTALIST show was created from this blog, you can see Jason Forrest's comment, accidentally posted in haste I suppose, on my blog by him, saying how this blog, meaning MY BLOG, is where he made a lot of money in Cali, to quote him exactly, and so much more. The real power is two things this time, unlike in 1986. first, all of the 1986 records are conveniently lost now, thanks to a wonderful star family, and second, this is more of a recent group of events. All of my original life journal on cassette tape is gone forever, unlike my blogs posted at BLOGGER, as well as other websites for bloggers, during these incredible times of cosmic proportions. Also, unlike the first time, I know so much more than I did back then, more things, more players in the cosmic colorful weaving system, and more aware living witnesses to force in court if ever taken that far, that will either tell some powerful truths under fucking ass oath, or commit perjury to keep many gargantuan secrets. Just yesterday, as it is now 5:55 AM-EDST, a very beautiful two minute period each and every 24 hour cycle or 'day', on this April 25, 2013; I was playing around with the WORDPRESS BLOGGING SITE. For no reason about two months or so ago, give or take a month, one day, I went to paste in my blogs typed from my word office 3.1 system, and unlike before, both WordPress and Blogger sites, no longer pasted it in, as it appeared on the office document, on my PC. However, the BLOGGER software, compensates somehow, and places the format back into the way I had it on my own PC Office System Program, or 3.1 Open Office. I keep hoping for WORDPRESS to install the similar software, but I have come to see their game. I think if I am willing to pony up a nominal 25 dollar fee each year, not bad at all; they will give me a real domain, so I plan to do this; as long as I can post up my songs, my blogs, my photographs, and stuff the way I do at the Blogger site, and have it all work; links, all of it. If this was $25 per month, I could not afford it, but 2 dollars and change, per month is reasonable enough for me to say yes, and agree to this 'dot me' thing. Hay, like the fucking lady at 1101 Robin Hill Apartments, when I was next door to her, in late 1983, and into 1984; at 1102 Apartment number; said to me through the door that afternoon early in 1984, “It's ME”, and later on, I had a powerful dream where she forced me onto the roof of the building, and gave me excruciating pain by some magical power, that blows me away every time to this day, that I so much as remember that 'dream' for even a tiny little fucking second. In the dream she again reiterated only slightly varying her words spoken through my door in waking life or in this universe; I AM A 'ME', and this wild shit was all written down in my 'so-called' fictional 1994 book, copyrighted in WASH-DOC-600-13, called, “The Permission Barrier”. In waking life she said something equally awesome and outlandish to me through my dam door. She said I need to know something, and that if I do not open the door, and let her come in and tell me; I will regret it for the rest of my life. Is anyone reading this, seeing this word yet, 'WOW'?
A very beautiful full moon is shinning out there above me, 99% full and still waxing, becoming full at around noon today. I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL LUNA, MY SPECIAL BABY BLOND, AND MY WONDERFUL AND AWSOME LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, AND I'LL NEVER EVER LET YOU GO, NOT FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 657 and 123, but does that equal 1984 or 1983, or even the mighty all seeing Mister fiction book author Orwell???????????????? Where does 'megawater' fit into this, and for that matter the great 'SUNRAM'? This is what all came flooding back to me, in early 1996, under intense psycho-therapy hypnotism; at the Wolf Clinic, on Main Street, in Moorestown, NJ, right next to REMOMAX. Wow, Mike Sotas. Bad news, you're no competition with Super-Girl Keisha. So bring those fire engines roaring, OTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE, WEEEEEEEEEEE. Still with all of this said, the entire interaction of all of the twine all over the world, creates the IF (Interaction Force), and within that force, is the very gun powder that is needed to work the magic of what I have spoken rarely about over nearly seven and a half years of my blogging now, “REALITY-THREE”. We will get real deep into Reality-3, very very soon.
Diana, I saw your wonderful moon on the Jupiter Cam, all orange and lovely and creamy-dreamy, my endless love. I am your little boy forever and ever, baby-blond; and will be with you very soon, lovely one. IWALU, BB (baby-blond)!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was what it was before the WORST MOTHER FUCKING DAY OF 2013 CAME IN, FRIDAY, it is now Saturday Morning at 25 minutes past mother fucking midnight, electrical number three cubed, (27) April, 2013. Yesterday was a major super fucking BOTBAR DAY. Folks, I have a hell of a monster fucking story to impart to you all today, and if you're not in the mood for a really major talk with the Mountainpen here, move it over to the ''NEXT-BLOG'', I strongly urge you, but staying here will result in some pillow talking from DAD, and many other things. They were warned, and they did not care or they called my fucking bluff, or 'whatever', Congressman, but that old saying of Dawn-Marie King is quite fitting here good peeps, “It is what it is”, and again, it appears to be quite magically buried or cosmically perhaps, as this contains the built in Goddess of Babylon, both and either one of them, now or back then; my lovely wonderful and beautiful, who else; ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK people, here is what happened, and no one will believe it, and I am typing it for my own record, not so that anyone anywhere will see it and believe it. Shit all fucking mighty, if I were you and you were me; I know I wouldn't believe it, so maybe that tells you to hit that NB button now. This will get deeper than your wildest fucking fantasies, sweet adorable Alice Vera Mel, not greedy Fisher MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is nine minutes shy of one, and I will be calling 911 if this all day long party, across the hall, does not stop. IT HAS BEEN DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, SLAMMING ALL MOTHER FUCKING DAY LONG. I do not have to take this after one in the mother fucking cunt lapping dick chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Actually, it was pretty quiet until 3 in the afternoon, then one by one, these evil vile uncouth monster slobs, begin filing in; and by quarter past four late yesterday afternoon, it was slam slam bang, and still is, at one in the cunt eating morning. I have a powerful feeling, the FUCKING CUNT POLICE WILL BE HERE, BEFORE THE SUN RISES. I WILL NOT BE ABUSED THIS WAY, AND JUST SIT FUCKING HERE AND EAT THIS FUCKING SHIT, FROM THESE FUCKING TWISTED DISEASED MONSTERS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They know the other neighbor is away, my pal Stanley, or they would not make this much cock licking fucking noise all day and night; but if only I AM HERE, 1988 or no fucking 1988; PROPHET OF FUCKING CUNT MCDONALD'S NOTHING; THEN I'LL GET ROYALLY AND TOTALLY FUCKING ASS SCREWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if this day was just THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER OVER ACROSS THE FUCKING HELL-HALL, WITH HIS DIRT BAG EVIL SCUM BAG PEEPS; I could take it, but unfuckingfortunately for me; this is only a part of my fucking hell on this beyond MONSTER ASS FUCKING DAY FROM HELL CUBED CUBED CUBED AND CUBED, AND BEYOND ANY NORMAL ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING B—O—T—B—A—R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Far beyond seeing constant fucking CLOCK-ONES, and other constant ONES-ATTACKS from Miss Dirtbag Jane Sleazeweedsdisease BITCH, from 20 years ago, in fucking cunt eating '93; I have dropped shit, injured myself, been attacked in all possible ways including one of the worst health death ray beam assaults ever, where I was on the toilet for hours; and I was one fucked up shit head duck. I will tell you all something right now before even getting really into the heart and the meat of yesterday's beyond SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY: That fucking rotten 1983 song has caused me a mountain top and an ocean basin of trouble, that none of you out here have a clue about; as I know since no one wants to go and listen to it, and I know because the count never changes on my YT account, when I deduct my views and my link up posts. Well, I will not say none, but maybe, and I mean MAYBE, it has been hit 6-10 times, and I said and will reiterate again, MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak, my twelfth fucking MORTY MORTINO DEATH ANDROID attack is striking me on my mother fucking cunt eating right side, the eleventh one was when I was shortly into starting this blog, and I have no time to waste on that dirt bag prick, reporting every visitation from this shit ass buttwipe clown, YO YO YO YO!!! Here is the real fucking shit, and it happened when I crashed out for the night around just past 2 AM on Friday fucking ass morning, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WAS TAKEN BACK TO PROVINCE ''WEIRD''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done totally against my will, as it was in late June of fucking pussy huffing two thousand and dick eating eight. For those that may not have a clue, this is a condition-interaction of the Astral-Plane, so far away from the normal interactions of Province-Olympia, that no words would be usable here, it would be the distance of about a quintillion orbits around the hypersphere universe of ours while we're awake on this so-called, “Physical-Plane”. Diana was with me, and the LAMBRIGG CULT forced an unconditional surrender of myself and my air-ship, the Ricktown-1, and we went through a gigantic pipe like one of those municipal water pipes, only about 50 miles in diameter, otherwise, appearing just like one of them here in the fucking ass waking world, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana was allowed to remain with me for a while, then she was mysteriously made to vanish away, and they tortured me beyond anything imaginable. The agony was like 1000 years of someone stabbing your body all over, and you cannot bleed out and die, or you do, and then you just instantly experience some bizarre tissue and blood regeneration. This then happens over and over, and the agony gets worse as the interaction of seeming-time passes in the ongoing torment and torture. Now I know that this is real, what I am now going to tell you, and nothing similar to this has happened to fucking cunt me, since Christmas time, in the fucking year of 2007, at my place of employment, the Cifaloglio Garage, near Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!
I died of a fucking stroke in 'my sleep' last night, it happened, and I totally fucking know that this happened. The agony on the Astral-Plane was somehow able to connect into my body here in waking ordinary consciousness, to a sufficient level, so as to fucking kill me, and it was a stroke, and it was fucking horrible. Now comes the wilder part, my good folks. I woke up and somehow crawled to the hallway, and yelled for help, and was taken to the hospital; where I was pronounced fucking DEAD there. Then I was asleep again; and this cycle went on and on for what seemed as long as the fucking torture that caused it to happen in the first fucking place. When I finally came out of this experience, I jumped out of bed, tripped and fell, yelled, and ran for a light, any fucking light, and I will not be able to sleep without a bright light on for a very fucking cunt lapping long while, just like after my fatal heart attack and other horrible shit from my early blogging days of super SIEGE AND PUMMELING ATTACK FROM THIS LAMBRIGGER CULT OF HELL ITSELF, NOTICE PLEASE, THAT I DID NOT SAY FROM HELL. I said OF HELL, and fuck you MICROSOFT, NOT ODF, screw your dam hack, I am not in the mother fucking ass mood for that shit right about now, YO!
You do not need to know everything, but I will tell you all one thing, DOROTHY GLINDASISTERTRAIL: NO I DO NOT SURRENDER; NOT AFTER THIS SIEGE AND DEATH-HELL ASSAULT, YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECES OF DIRTY ASS ROTTEN FUCKING MONKEY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the real joke is that you don't, and cannot ever, know half of what is going on, and if I told, even though I am a certified fucking fruitcake; it would be Chappaquiddick Bridge for me, and then McGuire would light up my remains and I'd fucking glow for a day and a fucking ass half, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing this OZ-man can tell you, is that Bluebook Warren and the rest of the WASH-DOCK gang from 13-600-ville, are all clueless to a lot of shit that is right under their nose. They all think they're all that up there in the capitol, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn and DAD willya gimme a fucking bweak there Mister cunt eating Elmer Fwudddddd?????????????? TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are NOT playing with TIME TRAVELERS, just travelers, and folks, you are saying to yourself right about now, no doubt, what the fuck do you mean, and my response is that if you need to say that after all this fucking ass Morianity; I cannot aid you in just more mere fucking lingo made up of mere combinations of alphabet letters. It won't work. This is what the gods know about that tongue shit, they're not fucking talking about some real cool make out sessions, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I have been fatally car crashed, struck dead by Diana, poisoned with non-Mace-cans, shot, stabbed, crushed by a freight train, chocked and strangled, and not crashed in a car to my death once, but on several occasions; and something WON'T FUCKING LET ME DIE, yet if you came over and shot me; to your frame of reference, I would be dead and forever gone, and so 'THAT', is the real fucking PROVINCE WEIRD ROCKDROID EQUATION, sir Rotten Berry, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No aha-aha-aha tonight, Mike fucking cunt McNulty, old 1971 pal; just not in the fucking ass mood. So sorry Mister 1941 Ambassador of fucking cunt lapping JAPAN, huh lovely daughter PEE K——-omicassi????????????????? My life dwarfs the fucking SECOND WORLD WAR, 10 million times; or should I just keep my cuzz happy and say five meeeyun? Cut me 1, Marge Leo!
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10:47 PM-EDST, 25 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY NIGHT:
I TOLD YOU GINA, THEY PICK THE FUCK ON ME, OVER AND OVER, AND EVEN THOUGH THE DOW BEGAN TO GO DOWN FOR A WHILE, THIS RECENT 10-15 DAYS OF SHIT ON ME, EVERY DAY, WITH POUNDING, AND PUMMELING, AND PERSECUTION BY FILTHY FUCKING EVIL NEIGHBORS; AND LOTS OF OTHER FUCKING SHIT; AND THE DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY, AFTER DAY, AFTER DAY. A FUCKING TWISTED MORON LITTLE SNOTTY CHILD, CAN SEE MY WORDS ARE ALL FUCKING TRUE. WHERE IS THE WONDERFUL ATTORNEY GENERAL WHEN I NEED HER, OH GREAT PRESIDENT-O???????????? THIS IS WHY PEEPS REACH THAT MAGIC BOILING POINT, I NEVER WILL, BUT THIS IS WHY THESE INCIDENTS WILL NOT STOP HAPPENING, AS IT JUST GETS ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING WHITE WASHED, AND COVERED UP, BY POWERFUL 'PENTAGON FUCKING ALIENS', OR 'WHATEVER' BODY SNATCHING EXPLORATRONIC SHIT IS REALLY GOING FUCKING ON, AND DON'T LET CLARINET PLAYER, PLAYER BILL, BULLSHIT US. HE KNOWS THE ENTIRE FUCKING MESS, AND HAS TO SHUT UP ON PAIN OF DEATH; HIS AND THE ENTIRE FAM. FOLKS, QUIT BEING SO FUCKING naïve AND STUPID, AND 'MICROSOFT I-N-SIS-TS ON SPELLING' naïve IN SMALLS, I AM NOT DOING THIS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I DID THE OTHER CUTE ASS LITTLE THING AFTERWARD, WHAAAAAA, MMCN!
I am one angry mother fucker about a lifetime of mother fucking endless cock sucking MAJOR PERSECUTION, good freaking folks out here, and all my loyal MORIANS, YO YO!! So quit bouncing me around Mister McDonald and Mister Vandegrift, kind sirs, and stop with the super echo already on the fucking car ads. You're not a Donna Summer 1979 fucking disco, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese fucking cunt Louise, and W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA!
EVERY MOTHER FUCKING COCK EATING DAY, these noisy dirt bag neighbors ARE DRIVING ME NUTS AT THE FUCKING SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED, PUBLIC HOUSING ASS AUTHORITY, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALL MIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!
This is totally REDICULOUS, MACK KAITER of Northeast freaking ass Maryland of 1967. Cut me a break, Margie Leo!
What some may wish to be made aware of who read Morianity, is thisssssssssss, Miss Erica Lucci snakes of 1983, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! If you were the only one alive on this Earth, pretend you are lost and leaving endless bread crumbs behind you, only instead of breadcrumbs, it is an endless ball of thin colorful twine. Now as time passes, and you move all around, in and out of buildings and homes and down streets and into all kinds of places, this past record will follow behind you. Now bringing the cold reality back, we are not alone, and so our fellow creatures also do this very same thing, and also are leaving this endless twine string behind them no matter where they go, and when, forever and always. Now instead of 20 or so basic prime and second colors, pretend we have sight capable of focusing at solar surface brilliance, so billions of separate coloring shades would now be possible. Each one would have their own unique color. Now imagine the interaction of all of us, not us, but this twine after a week, after a month, a year, 5, 10, and so on. Now take shit one more step still good folks. Remove the US, just see this endless intertwining weaving cosmic interaction. Now, you are ready to be told, that this is what produces a force called the IF, and NOT the fucking other way around, ladies and gentlemen, and whoever else is out here, so say it, YO; WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So where are my trucks, TD?
Every day this week and last week, my nabes love to shout and bang doors, and are around a lot more recently than they were for a while. It takes me time, but I get used to these butt wipes, not that it ever will be a day at the beach, and not that my days at the beach are anything too far removed from rotten and hellish, here with the robbery last year, and back in fucking Atlantic City, with everything from giant girl gang attacks to just you name it and was more like what wasn't fucking around with me, in that totally fucking miserable, and rotten place?
My health and bowels were stuck while sleeping. I will shit my guts out soon, and then take some Metamucil meds to compensate for the MILITUFORCE overnight attack. These scum blew up my airship while I was what all of you call, DREAMING. I wanted to blow them up and then come onto the mortal world, clocked in and invisible; and strike enemy targets here, as I do quite often. When upon occasion my cloak of invisibility dicks out, you have all seen me from time to time, along with others of us from the Astral Plane. Diana told me she wants me to say something on my blogs, so I will, before this is all typed up, as I never disobey my wonderful beautiful GODDESS. The dirt bag enemies have me running around in circles like a blind and decapitated mother fucking chicken, these recent fucking days. As a result, I did not say all I wanted to on my previous blog, M5, CH. 00053. So 54 will now do the talking for me. It is a nice 79 degrees right now in good old fucking cock sucking Port Pierce, Florida, USA-ES-MWG. (United States of America-Planet Earth, System of Sol, Milky Way Galaxy). It has been only low eighties each day, so there's one rotten ass fucking plus out of things at least, Warner Brothers, WHAAAAAAA!
Well no, that's not all folks, and how we all loved their great cartoons as kids, but it seems that many have decided in the new generation X-Y-Z or in this range, that growing up, and even growing normally in time with grace, is some kind of new age sin, with this very demented and delusional mindset, owned and patented by the Hollywood MIND CONTROLLERS, of forever young or else Briggbase Cultists, and the Mortal World (MW) has their own name for this waking world cult. I loved my time, and most like me who refuse to use a cell phone, or join this Third Millennium, simply fade away, and don't. Well, I AM ALREADY in a condition-interaction where HELL swallows up any possibility of RELEASE or DEATH, so LSS, the quintessential rock and hard place, places me just south of the rock, and natch, just north of the hard place. This is one hell of a proverbial mother fucking squeeze, folks. But let us move along now with yesterday after I left the apartment to do a little bit of freaking shopping. I mistakenly said things reversed, so sorry, Mister Ambassador Bombpearl of 1941. Let me finish up the old topic with the fact that this illegal scum ball is back living here across from me, and with that snubby ugly woman, and her totally evil nasty, and raised by total pigs dude; who cares zero for disturbing his closest fucking neighbor, ME, Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was punished for trying to get help from the Dell guy, not the Dell “gut”, typo sorry, the keys are together on the keyboard, you know, the 'Y' and the 'T', then the West side Fort Pierce Library back eight days ago, and it is every and any time that I ever try and do anything, especially music related. It is not TD or rocket science or the President of the Wow-Truck Refusals Club, just as the TV ad spot says, good common ass sense, YO. Music for some of the lucky folks, makes enormous amounts of money, and the chosen to be cursed HUNTINGTON, say it again gorgeous little Amanda, is not permitted to ever have ANYTHING AT ALL, to keep perpetuating this 'family game', as it goes back more than ten fucking thousand years, and before that; only the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE; really knows in full detail. The three times that I was about to break out of this lack of money curse, I was nearly killed twice physically, 1977 at the Mars Graphics Print Shop in Westville, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and in 1983, making money playing roulette in Atlantic City, at the casinos. First my heart, then my throat. Then separated again by increments of three in years, single blocks or double, as in 1977, 1983, and 1986, and as you can see here, there is a strange three year run, beginning in 1977; but yes, we cannot ever forget or ignore the DANGER-THIRD LAKE, AKA HB in my speculation, but not remembering that road trip up there with my Great Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, and her two grandchildren, Christopher and Scotty Meyers, on the day of the dog-walking, and other things, huh Re-max Reality; but speaking of all of this, we also cannot forget or ignore, good old wonderful lovely sarcastic 1986, AHA AHA AHA AHA MMCN!!!!! This is when I could make all the money I wanted to at the casinos, and again, was punished and stopped; and just how was this done? did anyone ever really wonder why these shadows came to dwell in the bright daylight? I will tell you, but first folks, here is yesterday, now written today, on the diary of Beaver Cleaver-2, AKA Morianity-Part-5, with no stray cats, no school, and to keep lovely Diana Brewster happy, “No nothing”. Does this meet with your all mighty highness approval, oh great owner of the world, Oprah Lose Bond?
I went to the 'Good Will' and then to the 'Publix' stores, not the other way around. Why would I, as the ice cream would melt if I did not get that last, like DUH and color me anything you want, and don't be my buddy, ANN. See if I care, or even get arrested over it, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It was upon coming out of the Publix Grocery Store at the mini-mall at Virginia and Route 1, that that same aircraft that has dogged me since this all began in 1986, the very exact same one, was up there while I was putting my grocery bags into my vehicle. It used to circle and orbit, literally orbit my Blue Anchor home on summer months, all mother fucking day long. It is way up in the sky and it makes the loudest mother fucking cunt lapping noise you could possibly ever fucking imagine. They let you know, “Boy are we fucking watching you, ya little fucking jit bag prick”, there really is no mistake in their signal, right ADS? When I got home, the apartment was quieter, the main noise at least over the past ten days or so now is from 9 in the morning through 6 in the evening. Then it gets better from 6P through 9A. Oh well, let the quieter quitter bay-fish, move this right along here and do some clutch work, or else; grind grind grind, without any 1994 beaches, or joining outlandish bizarre swimming clubs on 27 June, or other paranormal paraphernalia such as AEB's, right Mister Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz, my old pal????????????????????????????? Ron, kind sir, to this day, I wonder why I do not smash that thing down hard and get it all over with for all of us. Well, no favors for this human race. That would be way too good for them after all they've fucking ass done to me, no favors, baby-love, NONE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, yesterday was another thing that never got mentioned. It was my PCNLD or (Private Cosmicoded Number Lottery Day). This is twice that the Florida 3-Pick Lottery, matched my PCN of '871', and I thought for sure by now that CUZZ DON's number would pop in, also Frank Callio's, also MC's, after-all, there are only 81 PCN's folks, and nearly four million peeps in America have each one of them, simple math folks, 81 times four-mill is equal to the rough guess US Census counted population in the 2010 count, WHAAAA! Well without any weed sucking, or changing places, or role reversals, or audience competing; let me move this along and quit with the dam tangents already, yikes, YO! Now do you see why my kid scares me to death, Pam? I know what she is capable of, and I am just trying now to appease her wrath until my 18 and out. I see this human life of mine as none other than a total fucking prison sentence, and make no bones about it, nor do I act shy about printing it up publicly, Mister Graham, 'TEE HEE HEE', oh Lilly. Where Are You When I Need You, ED, not you, Mister Himacane Lynch?
Oh yes, WAYWINY, and then in past tents, it would become, where were you when I needed you, right Sam Walton, another December 7, 1941 day for me, President Roosevelt. These initials change into WWYWINY, and need and needed both start with the 'N' word, no, not that ugly other 'N' word. You have no idea what fight I would have put up for custody of you, MI, if I had known, but two moms conspiring against it, forget it. Where was all your role reversal stuff when it might have done the most good, I could ask you, oh great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, my endless wonderful Goddess?
Well, it is now in the eighties officially, at 2:09, according to the channel-12 app on my computer. At least it is nothing like the past couple of years where by the end of April it was either high eighties or into the nineties by 12-3 in the afternoon, every dam day. Folks forget stuff, I do not know how they live so controlled and so totally ETOSS-HACKED. When I get the occasional hit by these pricks, I remember those times and can count them on both my hands and that is it, and it always something that pertains to my great swimmer daughter. I still was scared she was going to drown, but learned some really powerful lessons in the process, me that is, not her. She is all mighty, and needs not learn anything, other than my brain is a worthless pile of junk circuits, confusing the address of the Philadelphia Zoo, with where the great Manhattan ES Building is. It is on 34th Street, but not Poplar. What's happening to my nutty mind, Mayor Nutter, and little girl on the TV ad, WHAAAAA? No one knows how real it is to be ETTOS attacked by this powerful family. The day McGuire leaves us all in peace, I will be out surf and turfing, if I have to borrow the money from the dam mob. That's a promise, lovely Re-max Mo, and WOMO as well, Karen Simons. Thanks, traitor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. No, I won't brand you, for old times sake. Laugh time, McNulty!
The last really bad 4 days went as follows on my systems-roulette by the way, good folks. Yesterday I made 7 units. The three other recent bad days were plus 4, plus 1, and plus 5 and a half, TEE HEE HEE, MZ. MUNSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to hate your old pal too much, Congressman Andrews, and remember the good times YO, in 1975, even the time you refused to give me a lift home that evening after 9 P, down at Pileggi's basement, or 'whatever'. You had the coolest stereo, and the coolest girl, Angel. Was she perfect or more like my daughter?
Hay Gawky Gaukauk, here kitty, why has the fucking dick licking persecution over the past ten days or so gotten so bad again with my across the fucking hallway nabes, YO YO YO??????????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-682.
TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH—-PROJECT BLUEBOOK—-CANCER—-QUEENS—-MOVING—-THE MORNING LIGHT—-BEAVER—-PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE—-TWENTY——————————
HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, HERE KITTY, ALL THREE TIMES IN MY LIFE, IN 1977, 1983, AND 1986, WHEN I TRIED TO MAKE A LITTLE MORE MONEY THAN IN OTHER TIMES EVER IN MY LIFE, AND SUCCEEDED, I WAS ASSAULTED TWICE PHYSICALLY TO THE NEAR POINT OF DEATH, AND THE FINAL TIME, THE DEATH OF MY ENTIRE LIFE RESULTED AND HAS BEEN THE CASE EVER FUCKING SINCE THAT TIME IN 1986?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, SHARKEY MARKEY, PCN-853.
1954—-36th avenue—-stingray————-
LIKE FUCKING W—-O—-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Hannah-88, can I please be forgiven for my last fucking lifetime folks? Thank fucking you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Herbert Huntington, Ancestry dot com, crissake YO, please do not darken my shadowy dark doorstep ever again; and no more hunting trips for your dam son and his pal McGee's pop. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Double-triple fucking WOW, YO.
As always, we could dance all night, and I could talk all day, but no new fucking songs pweeeeeeeze. The current one has me in enough hot water to put the water-heater peeps permanently out of fucking ass business, YO County Jail caller. Yes MC, I did re-listen, before your 5th cuzz 3 times removed, stole the CD, and all your stuff from my bedroom. I know the horrible stuff you were letting me see, and thanks for not offing me. I make you the very same promise now, I made to Sarah Callio, your 4th-7TR. I will as of this blog, leave you entirely out of this. I always loved that wild show with the two continuum's, and how the dude killed himself. That was talent, girl. Well, I'll keep my promise to you. Also, in return, you keep the chain, and no more dreams; not ever, do we have a deal oh great Sarah Krassle??????????????? Only we know what's getting said here, the old shark knows what you tried to tell me. I always loved those kind of sci-fi shows, only this time it's my real life, and that really sucks.
You enjoy your great VR-GAME, it belongs to you, and I had no right to ever try and expose its truths, or yours; just don't make me swim down to the weeds forever, please, my great GODDESS QUEEN, thank you. Ask your CUZZ SARAH if I kept my promise, other than for the one quick time, when I just wanted to show the great artist Billy Harner, her water company.
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Ok good people, a little bit more before I close out. Sorry about the profanity the past few days, today I am not in such a super ugly mood, and because I was not totally viciously persecuted as badly, like DUH, Hyundai-2006!!!
I was able to make a nice four unit profit on that horrendous freaking BOTBAR of Friday the twenty-sixth day of April, on my systems-roulette. Also food people, TEE-HEE-HEE Lilly Munster; I did speak to my wonderful awesome special kitty cat, GAGA, MEOW, interesting how this accepted term of cat-speech is meow, as in ME, OWL, you know, HAY, I AM BEING HURT, but then, American Appliances does sell great stuff, and that refrigerator in 1986 that caused me t nearly cut off my hand back at 1931 Marlton Pike (Route-70), in Cherry Hill, New Jersey; is a lot more part of a lot of music than some may ever get to realize, as I cannot tell, or I'll get the crap knocked out of me in my sleep by gorgeous wonderful Isiscylla. I did not know you knew about my toes, only my fall in the street, and that GAGA, was really an OWL or an OUCH, depending on how the deal goes, WHAAAAAA!
The two queries to my cat on that horrific freaking BOTBAR DAY, were as freaking follows, ladies and gentlemen, and any other entities out here, AHA-AHA-AHA-MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY GAGA, AFTER A SHORT RECENT TURN-DOWN IN THE STOCK MARKET FOR ABOUT TWO WEEKS, WHY IS IT SUDDENLY SHARPLY TURNING BACK UP AGAIN, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-462—TRANSLATION:
FRED WINDSTEIN—-TAPE—-WAVE—-ALL RANDOMS HAVE PATTERNS————————————————-
HAY GAGA, WHAT WAS BEHIND THIS INCREDIBLE WORSE THAN EVER SIEGE AND ATTACK SHORTLY AFTER 4 PM TODAY, BY MY DIRT BAG BOTTOM FEEDER PIG NABES ACROSS THE HALLWAY FROM ME, YO?
MEOW-MEOW-MARKEY-SHARKEY—PCN-927—TRANSLATION:
CHRISTMAS—-PAULA KING—-LIFEGUARD—-DAVID ROTH—-DREW CAREY—-CORAL REEF—-MANHATTAN—–
END TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, FOLKS……..
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4:23
PM-EDST, 29 APRIL, 2013, MONDAY, LATE AFTERNOON
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE TODAY, LADIES AND
FREAKING GENTLEMEN, AND IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE SOON, I WAS
MURDERED BY ALL OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
ENEMIES WHO ARE AND HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG, LISTED ON MY
BLOGS, IN ONE CAPACITY OR ANOTHER, AND IN VARYING DEGREES OF
CULPABILITY BY EACH OF THEM, DETERMINED ONLY BY A SUCCESSFUL THOROUGH
INVESTIGATION BY ALL NECESSARY AUTHORITIES. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL
LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, MADE BY ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR,
MATCHING MY RECORD LATER LISTED, AT THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT
OFFICE, AG OF FLORIDA, P.B., IF NECESSARY, FOR MY OWNED COPYRIGHTS
SINCE BACK INTO BOYHOOD, EVEN THOUGH THOSE LISTED ONLY GO BACK TO
1978, WHEN I WAS FULLY GROWN; IT IS ENOUGH TO BEGIN THIS MAJOR WILD
INVESTIGATION, WHEN MY DEAD BODY IS DISCOVERED IN THIS PUBLIC
HOUSING AUTHORITY APARTMENT, SHOULD THIS INDEED OCCUR. This legal
document is now considered to be legally true and binding, to the
best of my knowledge, all things ever told on this MORIANITY and all
of my Mountainpen blogs, and is also officially now legally signed,
the second it posts up legally, to both the sites of WORDPRESS, and
BLOGGER.
OK
ladies and gentlemen and kind viewers, here is the situation of what
is going down around me personally today from the second I was
awakened with a loud door slam just around the noon hour somewhere,
on the legal date as shown and listed above, at the heading of this
blog. I want to thank my audience for putting up with me; seeing me
at my best, and my worst; and all the gray areas in-between.
First
off, I called Mikey as he was supposed to call me, and did not, and
he told me things are bad and he will get back to me later on. They
are bad, but there is a little more happening here, actually; it is
another Avalon BonJovi deal going down, and as always; I am totally
unable to prove it, as well as absolutely powerless to stop and
prevent any of it. So what else is new, same old same old,
(WEIN-SOSO)? I know that he is just going to disappear down to Miami
forever, and I will never hear from him again, as something is going
on and he is not telling me straight, and I've been mother fucking
lied to enough all of my life, to recognize a fucking cunt lapping
con job when I'm getting one, YO!
Now
I will be where the OTAMM MILI-2-FORCE
always eventually mother fucking gets me, sooner or later, as it is
every mother fucking cock sucking time, all my life without fail or
exception; TOTALLY ISOLATED,
where I can be picked apart by BRIGGBASE WOMOTAMM vultures, and human
sub bottom feeding vampires. Someday, this pile of pure fucking trash
ass slimy scum, will indeed burn in a fiery hell forever, in
unfathomable fucking cunt agony; for this nightmare hell that they've
enjoyed putting me through, just to keep the stock puke sucking
market endlessly going up, and their dirt bag precious fucked up
economy going strong. Sacrifice one for the good of the many, huh
Spock and Kirk and Humpback mother fucking 1986 whales? Well this
fucking great fish says, 'BULLSHIT, and fucking kiss my ass'. It's
not fair, and any god or goddess that permits this inconceivable
evil, to fucking cunt prevail; is no entity I have any desire to love
or worship, drop dead, all mighty god, whoever you really are. That
is what SHARKEY MARKEY has to say on this blog today, YO! Oh yeah,
watch me swim, and hear me tell it.
Oh
yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer,
SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO
WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK
YOU”.
The
day began slowly getting bad with one little thing compounding onto
another one, and before a real long time, things were in the mother
fucking soup, and boiling away white hot, at light fucking speed
squared. Here
is the hell.
I
got up and quickly cleaned up and dressed, called Mikey, and as I
said, I think he is planning on vanishing away without telling me, so
you know what, FUCK HIS DAM ASS. My mom taught me shit as a kid, that
I'll remember to the mother fucking cunt lapping die that I
physically die, as the person I currently am experiencing human life
through; and that is that if someone, anyone, your own family,
friends, a woman; if they don't want you, the fucking hell with them.
MOVE THE FUCKING SHIT ON, or as
Billy Harner and Rob Hartley would tell me a lot back in Jersey,
“Turn the fucking page, Mark”, then they'd puff some more on
their weed down in the cellar. Have any good stories to share with me
over tea and crumpets, other Patterson? In a few things, nobody
topped my fucking mother, as she really knew her onions; all the way
to Hollywood's fake squeeze tears, and phony miss-kisses. Jeese
Louise surfer Fonty, is this all about as totally fucking surreal as
it gets sir, or should we secretly meet later at Genlows
transdimensional house, and both of us can break into intertime and
hang ten together, only it might end up hanging 10 million, along
with Dick Wolf and Comcast Cable included in the mix. Yeah, the mix.
Don't get me fucking started here peeps. If I had the shit I had
before this star family of fucking magic bullets took it all away
from me commissioner Warren Washdock; I would be able to do a harmony
track, 'hero style', PUN, PUN, PUN! WAYWINY LILLY FUCKING MUNSTER?
Well,
yes, let old Blogger Mountainpen, share his horrible fucking day of
assault with his viewing audience. I want you all to know that I
really do appreciate your reading my blog, and someday, if I decide
to CAP the entire universe to another place and delete it, as I
already did in a parallel universe at least on one occasion; I will
be sure the system knows who among the crowd, will be in the list to
be 'saved', yeah, ain't technology great? Makes you wonder, saving,
deleting, capping, techno-pop creations, really? It is not what can
we do, it is a lot easier to see things now as, what
CAN'T we do, with all of this incredible stuff? Then PEE
comes along with her tower that has a pad next to it with a bubble
that swings over, and can turn anything inside of it into zeros and
ones, put it through the internet and send it to any terminal that
also has a station like the sending one. I saw this in a parallel
universe, and for crissake, my daughter was only 8 years fucking old
when she invented it over at the Harborfields Detention Center. I
told all this, I blogged it all years and years ago when Morianity
was new. Then just early this year, we hear about the 3-D
laser-printer, and how it can actually create items now, such as
those plastic guns. If I was dreaming all of this, I am sorry, but I
am just about positive that I saw this talked about right here in
this universe, not in some other one while dreaming as an
exploratron. I will never ever forget hitting the buttons and
watching the solar system turn blue and still, then pasting it far
off into another galaxy on the opposite side of the universe. That
was so real, I do not know whether or not that happened, or the laser
gun printer thing happened, or what happened; over here where I am
now typing this blog. I know if it did happen, not the capping of the
solar system, but the laser-printer thing; we never ever heard
another thing about it on the news or from any other media source
that I am aware of any-ha. Well, that all being cock sucking told and
said, let me tell you what the WOMO
MILI-2-FORCE did to me today, and this day WOULD BE SUPER BOTBAR, if
not for getting my fucking cunt eating ninety dollar refund check
back from my wonderful Uncle Sam Huntington, or (the IRS)
for those ignorant of the history of my wonderful and wild Huntington
family, that managed for the most part to do a CALLIO,
and stay out of the limelight, and go more deeper in the darker
shadowy realms of secrecy, other than for becoming a four term
Connecticut Governor, as my 7th grand-pappy did indeed die
in office there back in 1790 or somewhere there about, if not then it
was 1796. It was just shy of the start of the eighteenth century, in
any event.
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
how I despise living in this fucking cunt eating total shit hole, YO.
Well, I had a talk with Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto when I took
out my trash and left to go on a few small errands, gassing up the
car, purchasing a few movies at the Good Will Store on VHS tape, and
a few grocery items at Publix, then pick up my medication at the
Walgreen Pharmacy, check my bank balance at TD, and stop in for a few
items needed from the old Dollar Deals Store, where not everything is
a dollar there any longer. Oh well, that's progress, YO. Debbie will
put me in a place where I can hear a pin drop, and I am thinking of
taking her up on her offer. I will not be up as high and will not get
to see my lovely lightning this nicely, but then, what has she done
for me recently where I could really care less? I mean I understand
what she said at the Eden Gate fence that day to me nearly 130
centuries ago, I understand why the High Priestess Wicca folks call
this being what they do, “Triple-Goddess”, as this is what my
daughter in human form is now, and has been since she went away and
left me as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in the summer time of 1969, and
on and on I could go; but nobody needs to hear it all, and I don't
need to make any unsuccessful crossovers on the Chappaquiddick
Bridge, or be fired upon with any magic ass bullets, Mister Warren.
Still, she said that she would spare the world since I loved her so
much and was asking her to, that day so long ago, on the other side
of that fence. Then she teased me by pretending to like my brother's
filthy gifts more than she liked mine, and began flirting with him,
and I was just so dam jealous that I was not ABLE to stand it any
longer one day, so I raised myself and a rock, and that was it for my
brother's head. It is all in that wonderful book, ISISCYLLA, and
IWALU no matter what you do to me, and how much you freaking love to
endlessly tease me, down through the endless
ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, future great football players and
past great committee men on Crapitol Hill, as my ex business partner
PP, said so well, “SHIT HAPPENS”, and taking that in conjunction
with what the late Dawn-Marie King said to me shortly thereafter; 'IT
IS WHAT IT IS', well; I suppose I need to go back into time, and
scream out to the entire cosmos from 1969, “OK fine then, so I
guess THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES,
ZIGGY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is nothing that can be done about my fucking evil neighbors, Debbie
said; other than for me to move and get a note from my doctor, as I
am sure he would supply me with. It is just so fucking cunt unfair
that I have to be the one to move and be inconvenienced and pay
money, and sweat my balls fucking off, and when I did nothing wrong
to deserve any of this filthy fucking dog shit. LIFE
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING BLOWS & SUCKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aniwho, I had my talk with her, and then went to my car, and saw a
major barrage of nasty ass chemtrails all over
the fucking skies of Fort Pierce, especially to the west of
the town's air-space, over I-95 and even further west of that,
towards Lake
OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anybody say
June 4, 1983, Orwell,
or Doogie H? Jesus fucking Christ in
Lab-Teck HELL!
THE
MILITUFORCE was out in droves, not only chemtrailing the
entire western area from me, but loud aerial assaults were also
buzzing all around, and when I came back home to park and get my shit
into a shopping cart so I could get it up an elevator, and then into
my fucking prick chewing apartment; that harassing huge military evil
demonic vessel that loves to ORBIT around in
endless noisy circles, was also right there to greet me,
AGAIN, as it was there a short while
back, over at that same shopping area that I had just left today,
after buying some grocery items, and a few VHS tape movies. But after
I had the initial items, and before I tracked back towards home and
stopped at Dollar Deals and the Walgreen's, for my script-meds
refill; a real huge slob on a fucking dirt bag
motor cycle piece of garbage, cut me off, and I already knew
he was going to illegally get to the left of me, and turn right and
ahead of me; while waiting to pull out of the mini-mall with the
Publix and the other numerous stores all there, at the Virginia
Avenue intersection. I could tell, as I have learned to read shit;
and then when all this air shit is also persecuting, that
was my convincer, and I knew before it happened that
indeed, this was what would go down, and sure enough, it did; and if
I had not been careful and aware; he could
have caused me a real disaster today, FORT
PIERCE
POLICE
FREAKING DEPARTMENT, and Attorney
General Pam Bondi. If it was just the air, or just the
biker, then you could rationally say, well maybe I am a bit overly
paranoid, but folks, cut me a fucking cunt lapping little break here,
OK. It was all of this shit that all kept happening, so don't anyone
go fucking telling me that I have some wild ass fucking sick
imagination, and that I need psychotherapy, or counseling, and psych
medications; and all that hocus pocus nonsense fucking jazz, YO!
Gear shift, no grind, shift-shift, page eleven of fucking cunt
lapping eleven just nailed me, so I'll need to cunt-phlegm-rape, or
(COMPENSATE) TO PUT THIS A BIT TOMMY ROE
POLITER, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here
we go, new kids!
555555555555555555,
PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO FUCKING ASS GIVES
THIRTEEN SHITS, OR A WASHDOCK, FOR THAT MATTER??????????????????????
555555555555555555555555555555555
LET
ME RUN OUT THIS GOD DAM CLOCK ON THIS GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN,
WITH JANE WHORE FONDA!!!!!!!
A
stinking rotten freaking 20 years is 5 minutes to me, ya' rotten
lousy dirty blee blah blum and a lot more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, there was one nice big puss plus out of this day of otherwise
total ass shit, and that was coming in with my shit in a cart,
checking my mail slot, and getting my income tax refund check,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Screw you enemy OTAMM, (Organized
Trash Against Mark Mohr). Despite all this hell, and fucking
dog shit, YO; I managed to make 3 units on my systems-roulette before
I began to blog, and yesterday on a really fucking
SUPER-ASS-BOTBAR-DAY, I managed to get a nice quick four and a half
units, TEE HEE HEE, LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
will be asking GAGA KITTY CAT, why this pummeling siege was done to
me today, but I already do know one answer no matter what
else the cat may or may not reveal to me, YO YO YO YO!!! I know that
WHEN I AM DOWN AND OUT, like in both
times with MIKEY and calling him, yesterday and again today; THEY
PICK ON ME, WHEN I AM THE MOST
FRAGILE. This is a typical
dirt bag military strategy, and is why I am not shy about hating the
mother fucking military. I do not see dirty fighting scum bags, as my
personal heroes, no matter how lovely voice Scylla sings the song.
True blue heroes don't have to fight dirty, and
the US military does fight dirty, sanctioning, waiting for
weakness, blockades, bombing little nations like Vietnam back into
the stone age, to quote a L&O episode, hay; I cannot have a lot
of respect or admiration for shit like that; and so no fucking wonder
why so many people all around this globe all hate
America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I love
fucking America,
but this is not America anymore,
and I know for sure that it has not been, at least since the world
turned upside fucking cunt down for me, back on the fifteenth day in
August, of 1986; and I'll go on saying it over and over and over, so
yes, new kids in town; here we go, drum beats and all,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I still think there is hope in the
future, and for the world and even for America, but as of the date on
this blog, well, inward snort, exhaled grossed out throat sound, and
puey, I mean, hay, you want it straight, and up front down and dirty,
or does anyone out here want me to flower shit all up, and start
lying to my nice viewers, WOW, witch will it be? AHA-AHA-AHA nothing,
so move out of the way Mike McNulty, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
you know what to do, so go do it,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE////////////////EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
AND
STOP
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Brenda
Moore when we all don't need her?
Hopefully many miles away, with all of the bartenders, the
lifeguards, the Crooked Mayors; and lotsanlots of other
quintessential horseshit, huh Doctor
Unhappy Garrigan of 1970????????????????????????? BYE-BYE,
and don't die on me, 2008 Copyright
Office lady, as I am only interested in 'hyperspace
music', but they gave me the message all right, even way
fucking back then, sweetie. I swear you could see it in the eyes of
the news anchor peeps, reporting the dam ass news. Cut me one, but
please no stinkers, Margie Leo!
**CHAPTER
LX (00060) M-5, SUPER BOTBAR!**
BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
I
NEED YOUR HELP GODDESS DIANA. I AM UNDER A DEATH SIEGE, FROM MY WOMO
ENEMY. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME, LOVELY
BBDZA.
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I
HOPE YOU
ENJOYED READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER 60.
WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF
MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH
WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU
WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE
WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE
BOOK AND BETS ON
THIS ONE!
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
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