MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER XLVIII

8:35 PM-EDST, 16 APRIL, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING

THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, HAS SOME MORE TO SAY, FOLKS, ON THIS CHAPTER, LISTEN UP, YO.

First off, my asshole nabes are not only annoying, but I have forgotten about something they did to me, and have mean meaning to blog it for six weeks or so now, give or take, somebody is playing with my mind and memories, sound like McGuire is in town, K-MART of Fort Pierce? Hay, opposite the highway where they are, is indeed, another Tennessee Avenue, I mean as Lenny Briscoe might chime in here, “But still”. Lots of hollering and in and out, and strange shit as well. I got off the elevator today after coming home from some errands that YOU WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE MADE PRIVY ABOUT, it is beyond mother fucking ass major ladies and gentlemen, and whatever else is out here. Aniwho, I get off the elevator, there are two elevators, and am in the area of these elevators, all seven floors have the halls leading down to apartments on the west side, and also, the east side, and there is a lot more to the story than this, or New York City. AHA AHA AHA MMCN (Mike McNulty)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I do get into it, this is another super BOTBAR DAY, many powerful negative shit ass things all culminated together to cause it, but all things considered, the lulu botbar days of April so far, are not in any way a comparison or a contest to the ones in March, by this time here in center month. On top of the shit, it was very humid and fairly hot, mid eightyish, feeling 100, at least to mother fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you, adding ISH to to 80, was acceptable when I was growing up, or shall I say, in the fucking cunt eating universe I used to live in, as boy has this been a CROSS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used to sort of wonder, then wonder a bit harder and stronger, but no more. This is not where I used to live, before the greatest fish in the bay CROSSED OVER THE GREAT ACADEMY OF THROATS or WHATEVER, Congressman Robert, old pal, and SIR!!!!!!!!!!

The contents of this blog focus on quality, not quantity. It will not be ten trillion words in length, but is will do its share of hard punching, so if you are not in the mood for this, hit the “NEXT BLOG” button right now, thank you. First off, I will tell you why the STOCK FUCKING MARKET SHOT WAY UP AGAIN TODAY, probably placing it now over the big 15000 point mark. It is because, once again, I WAS SCREWED IN A MUSIC DEAL. Again, I tried to get some help posting my “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER” song, the full song not the harmony track, up to my account at the web address http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so what the fuck else is new. This is all just a tiny miniscule mother fucking part of why our former POPE, came almost to the door of the home owned by Judge Frank Raso, on Middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. He also owned many others, including the rooming-house on Central Avenue, in town there, where the King family was renting and living in before we all moved in together at 65-A Middle Road, Your Eminence. Before we hop on over to the hub, yes there are interesting things that never ever have been discussed and or blogged, such as the initials being yet ANOTHER MILLIONTH COUNCIL coincidence, moving from Council Central Avenue, to Millionth Middle Road, right Mary Carter McVeigh Paint Company, AHA AHA Mister McNulty-'71?????

Hay, the name of this blog is not Resorts International Hotel and Casino, or Donald Rottenslob Trump, no sir, it is Morianity Part Five, Chapter Forty-Eight. My opinion of the entire Lambrigg Cult, CUZZ, you and all the rest of this gang of shit from fuckin g hell, is thisssssssssssssss, Mizz Lucci:

Inward snort, exhaled gross out throat sound, thueey! Filthy thieving garbage with a lot of awards on their wall and endless egos in their mirrors, don't do a lot for me, in fact; they don't do one blessed thing for me, and never did. Why you ever wanted to join this scum bag gang from hell, PP, is beyond my limited intellect, and I'll openly fucking cunt admit it, YO. Now I need to move this along to the events of the day, beginning with the asshole at the elevator.

I got off one of the two elevators and so did a lady with me who was speaking to me about how hot it was and how slow these elevators travel, and when we got off, we just finished up our talk, as she is on the east hall or wing of the building, and I am the far west apartment facing the north side. Before I go on, I need to thank my wonderful beautiful; LIGHTNING GODDESS, for coming over to visit me again the other day, bringing her awesome scrumptious bolts of gorgeous electron channels in the skies out beyond the windows of my crummy little PHA apartment, lighting up everything with unfathomable color and beautiful fractal patterns, all CG, no ribbons. Aniwho, back to the magicians trick at the elevator. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my dirt bag nabe across from me was just there with this lady and me, only he did not get off of wither our elevator or the other one, or Ida seen it, we were standing right there and yet, I moved a few yards, and there he was, right at the other elevator, only it never came up to the floor and opened, or if it did, I was 'McGuire'd', AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, there is more to this, but remember, I am coming in at this point, sop the stuff I have yet to tell you about while I was out, is still all coming. I merely want this typed so I will not be McGuire'd into forgetting again and again to tell something that what I first open with about these nabe-scum, follows, and all pertains to music, computers, and the Dell Security Guard who was supposedly going to hjelp me with my stuff once, and by help, I was not going top ask for a freebie, I would handed him 50 bucks for doing maybe three hours work, and down here in Fort Ghetto Pierce, that is a prize to be taken and then run with; not ignored and spat upon, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the son of these people, who is not supposed to come here, by order of some court or something, I do not know the story and it's none of my dick chewing business. All I know is that he appeared literally out of nowhere like many of my POP-UP and SEND-BACK entities have done since this all started in this new universe for me when I awakened into it on the morning of mother fucking August 15, 1986. I never saw him before today, only was told of him by Debbie, my resident manager. He walked ahead of me until we got half way to our location at the end area of the hallway, or almost, as there is one more unit on his south side, and opposite of that on my side is the stairwell. He then stopped and waved me to go around him, and I did, but he then walked on, and into the apartment across from me, as I already instinctively knew that he would. This is not psychic power, it is from living through 27 years of this fucking horseshit now since 08/15/86. You go through enough of this dirt bag WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE bullshit, and you will become super fucking sensitized to all of their little annoying tricks and stupid “MY” parlor games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So chop off my head, make me go dead, and TAKE ONE, BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or should I have said, © Office up in Wash-DOC, YO???????????????????? AHA, AHA, AHA, AHA, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of you have a small fucking clue how badly I want to just go full blast right now and dam all of the fucking ass consequences, really telling gargantuan shit, and all that can be backed up with real verifiable shit that you can all go up and see for yourselves. Hay, trust but verify, I get that, I am all for that, I PREACH THAT, so when I do tell you something, I will want you to verify it all, and I will provide you with the reliable sources of information so you indeed can go and check it out, without leaving the comfort of your high teck new universe, smart device, whatever it may be. Do it from your little ass phone in the shit stall of a public washroom for all I give a clit huffing hell, YO! Any-ha, moving this still onward, let us go back into time now, in this STM illusion of course, and begin with my walking out of the apartment door early this afternoon, good folks. I went to another library where I was told to go, and was treated shabby and left within one minute. They even hassled me for having a fucking lolly pop in my mouth. Hay, maybe it's going to explode, Mister Ridge, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. If you are out here Marge Leo, please, please, cut me a fucking break, will-ya????????????????????????????????

Before I forget to tell you, that night when I was trying to talk to the Dell Computer guard who sits at the desk on the ground floor of this PHA Building, who had nothing to do and is very busy all at the same time and maybe lost the love of his life as well, and inside joke between the Copyright Office and myself if anyone there was there in 1980, that is, but that bitch across the hall from me, sneaked around, and I did tell you that much, she always snuck a peak to see I was going down the hall, and I am quite sure she then called the guy as a double warning, as we have video surveillance on all floors, but when I came back up to my floor, after he was not there for the fourth time on his shift, as he should have been; when I got off the elevator; that bitch was right there in the elevator lobby area around just shy of 2 AM. I said hi to be polite, and she snubbed me. She has never ever said one thing to me, so from now on, I will never speak to that fucking bitch again. Even the guy there acts human. This is all when you put it all fucking together, why I got so paranoid. I am sure that the DELL gut was in phone communication with her, and when she saw I came back off the elevator and went back into my unit, she could call him again to give him the all clear so he could resume his place at the security desk. I would bet 5000 fucking dollars double or nothing, anytime on that, wit anyone. I would have 10 grand out of that deal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any-ha, I was not helped one bit at the other library, and am planning to write a letter of complaint to the county about their rotten library service here, comparing it to the great wonderful fucking services provided in contrast, to the library systems of South New Jersey in several counties. This county library system totally SUCKS DICK, and I am entitled to my opinion, and I hope the authorities read this, and you too, my friend, Sheriff Ken Mascara. I should have every bit as much of a right to post up this song top the Youtube as children have in elementary fucking school. But I do not, since nobody will show me the exact way to make music files and how to upload them properly. All I am able to do is blog, do searches, and cut and paste stuff. That is it, I can only do what I have been fucking shown, no more and no less. As I speak, my computer just got fucking hacked at 9:43 PM, Sheriff and AG Bondi. I'm not mother fucking imagining this illegal fucking cunt lapping persecution, and violation of my CIVIL AND HUMAN AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone who can read this shit, ever since I figured out who has been doing this my entire life, after about two and a half years into my blogging career, and cannot see that she is somehow behind all this, is ignorant, blind, or one of the Illuminati infiltrates. This Earthly waking world doppelganger equivalent of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGG CULT OF WOUSTERN TECKBAY, at Province Olympia, is the most evil and dangerous group of sick twisted mother fuckers in the known observable multiverse, (Many songs), as in universe, for single verse or single song. These many universes or songs vibrate, and friends of Ed Himacane Lynch know this, and have some really cool shit going on, I saw you dudes on the H-2 and the Science channels, you go GD, I would say you guys rock, but if I have to tell you that, something is wrong someplace, huh Donna Adrian Gaines???????????????????????????

Nothing worked today. Everything I tried to do fucked up except for getting some Publix ice cream on a nice BOGO sale, ten for the price of 20, and also buying some frozen dinners. I tried getting some after season Easter candy at the local fucking Suddenly I see/heal WM, and they are all out of it. It would have been three quarters off, it went fast undoubtedly at that steal-deal. I ran into am ex-coworker from the Harvest, at the parking lot of the library. We exchanged a quick hello, she was a cashier there along with Trinidad and me, will, Trinidad would do the bagging work, I stayed busy in the coolers or stocking the shelves. Still, I got that wild phone call from the county jail, and I don't know a soul down here, but they all fucking cunt know me, Camden County Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior, and Florida AG Pam Bondi. Halloween to you too, you all scare me from here to Callio Ripoff Waltercowards of Botbarville!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What, did you think I wrote music about all of that too, lamb brains. Unreal, folks. Still, Lenny Briscoe, my stories come out true, and tell Tracy Ullman I said so, for that matter, lovely dish Stacey Lattisaw. Am I talking LOUDLY enough, lovely Ingrid?????????????????????????????????? 29 years have come and gone, AT&T, and 30 since the Annoyance Caller Bureau trapped my line, and did not want to mess around with Mork and Mindy, or hurricanes and Himacane's, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MSC thinks you're a has-been, maybe you need to make up so cool new two syllable alien words, or try speaking them while frenching on lovely Mindy, AHA AHA AHA AH BREEEEEEE.

Yes peeps, you get a lot of advertising windshield wiper fliers down here in good old hot Fort Pierce. I have an entire library of unread crap in my back seat, no more dominating women to boss me around and control and own my car that belongs to me, not this fucking ass family of trillionaries and world owners, mostly covert, some out in the open. But still,, Mister Detective Briscoe, here is a slightly new twist on windshield fliers. I was only in the library two minutes tops, and was told I could not have my lollypop, and that they could not help me with my music project. I have a medical condition and do not see how a lollypop in my mouth is going to hurt their library, Sheriff Mascara, but rules are rules, sir. When I came out, a flier was on the windshield, only it was not like the others that I get for business type bullshit of many various types. This one says, and I quote, “You better take your shitty music off the youtube, and you better not post you eighties song, or you're a dead ma, ass-wipe”. I did not read it until I got to the Publix Grocery Store, as I said I normally chuck these things unread into the rear seat, and once a year I take a trash bag to my car and clean out all my junk and throw it into my dumpster. But this looked very unique, it was made of a weird paper like nothing I have ever seen, as I touch it now, it is like 5 times the thickest Bond paper I've ever seen, and I've been around offices and see real thick Bond paper. It is paper however, it is not any thin kind of cardboard or other material, as if ten sheets of paper were carefully all glued together. What next Harry Potter? Well, I was going to take my YOUTUBE account down, now I am not. I will get that song up there if I have to commit mass fucking murder to do it, folks, take that to the TD NO WOW TRUCKS 4 POOR ME BANK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes David Roth, old pal from 1985, just what are these fucking cunt eating rat bastards all so dam afraid of, about our music, and now that you are gone, spirits low or high, © Office, baby, baby, baby; MY music?????? I think the GEEK SQUAD will need to be called into service, 4 now, E/T, WOW!

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER XLVII

3:18 AM-EDST, 16 APRIL, 2013, TUESDAY MORNING

MARKY THE SHARKEY SAYS: I AM A REAL GOOD BOY, SCYLLA, AND ALSO........

Mark Wayne Mohr has made a lot of predictions in his life, that have not all come true, because of something known as HSE (Hyper-Space-Effect). This was discussed on earlier older blogs in Morianity. One thing that hyperspace effect has no control over or very little, is the situation that began for me in this universe, ever since waking up on August the fifteenth, back in 1986, into a parallel nightmare universe here, where I know I do not belong.

We can get into a lot more of this later. Right now, I have a question to anyone who ever viewed a blog or listened to a note of my music? Last Friday, the stock market just about hit 15,000 points, JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL WOULD HAPPEN. I have not followed the news in a number of days, maybe a week, too busy with a lot of horrendous personal fucking bullshit, folks. MY QUESTION HOWEVER IS, AM I REALLY THE PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING? OR, AM I, AS MY WONDERFUL OLDER KID WOULD PUT IT SO WONDERFULLY, “The greatest fish in the whole dam bay”?

I TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WILL BE UP EVERY SINGLE DECADE BY ROUGHLY THE AMOUNT OF POINTS THAT CAN BE CALCULATED WITH A NINE DOLLAR FUCKING WALMART SUDDENLY SEEING OR HEARING CALCULATOR, AND A FEW TOUCHES OF THE BUTTONS. Simply find the percentage since this bull rally crossed over into 4 digits in early 1983, that it increases on average, each year up through around the year 2000. This is roughly 9% per year average. Now take your little calculator and keep going whatever the market was in 2000, times 109%=. The new number is your average 2001 point value. To get the 2002 value average, you take the 2001 value average, and again hit the (X) key, then hit 109, and then the percent and the equals key. To get 2003, do the same with the 2002 price, and so on. Whatever the price average between 1983 and 2000 is, I am guessing it was 9% average increased annually, this is where you can keep plotting it. It is not going to exactly show huge peaks and huge dips over 3-5 year periods that swing out beyond the average predicted low and high for the exact year, but that is how statistical mathematical equations work.

I AM QUITE SURE THAT 15,000 x 109% AND THEN THAT TIMES 109%, AND THAT TIMES 109%; WILL PRETTY MUCH BE WHERE POINT VALUES WILL BE IN THE YEAR OF 2016, AND TO WORK IT OUT TO THE 70 YEAR BIBLE GENERATION FOR THE REESTABLISHMENT OF MATIONAL ISRAEL, just do two more times 109 percents to the above. This is where it all should end, or else Christianity is a big fat mother fucking hoax lie, not morianity, that tells the fucking truth. I have nothing to gain with lying, but the gods do have such an agenda, and even admitted that I AM the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, back 27 years ago. Did somebody say, W-----O-----W?

Let me say good night folks, things are going to be heating up real fast, real soon, LU!!!

I PROMISE, so trust me or don't trust me, at Highland and Route 130 in Cinnaminson, NJ.

Move over Mellman, Jakell, and Chevy Chase TODMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I AM STARTING THIS BLOG AT THIRTEEN PAST ELEVEN, POST MERIDIAN, MONDAY MORNING, 14 APRIL, 2013.

A lot of loud doors have slammed since 1:17 AM this morning, when ditz-head came slamming in across from me. I have seen it worse, but it is a pain in the ass nonetheless.

I have tried to see recently, what is peaking the interest of viewers the most and the least, if of course they do not know I am trying to get a read on this, as I cannot be sure of anything anymore, not with so many folks out of 'regular time'. Once upon a time in any real world I used to live in between 30 and 50 years ago, the recent few months of blogs would bring a larger audience than I believe to have, my guess is two dozen. I could be way off, but normally, am off no more than 50 percent in guessed situations, so that puts it between 12 and 36 readers/viewers. It is only in my opinion, but if these viewers were not 90 percent, my own M2F, the old people telling people thing would kick in, and the operation would grow. It has grown slightly, but nothing like it would if that was 10 percent M2F and 90 percent normal regulars living in 'regular' time, © Office. In addition, there is a lot more, but I will say one more thing, and it is also quite powerful when examined both thoroughly and honestly, as best as anyone can do. Not only would powerful stuff that you do not see happen every day with any blogger all being part of this MORIANITY BLOG, cause a tell to tell linear increase in my audience, but if it was closer to the 90 percent 'reals' and 10 percent M2F, viewers would hit on my music, and they never ever do. I told about this before, and my read count dropped to nearly nothing for a while until I shut up on this forbidden topic, and slowly went back to pretending this is not a factor in anything and blogging without any mention of this, and the counts resumed their normal weekly averages. Yes, why would M2F readers want to read the blogs and not listen to the music? It has nothing to do with Dell Guard buttwipe down on the first floor who turned out to be another totally worthless person, and his so called 'leacher link hacks', that he told me about some time back.

Is there any more to this? You bet your British Petroleum there is, good folks, 10%, 90% or any percent. If every single reader is the M2F, you still are my good folks. If people ignore me, my Google standing in this last biblical days of Microsoft-Antichrist ownership of all of us poor slaves to them, and a simple plot done very well if you really start to think about it, they really do need a major applause from all of us, but yes, if no one reads my blogs, the view count stays still. When folks do read them, it ticks up. Unlike the stock market, it can never go down, but in the world of Microsoft Google Antichrist, you may as well be DEAD, if you do not get good counts, and more and more views. So I watch to see what makes the counts higher and less high, based on a two most recent blog posting and the response since the first of the two is posted, for the next 60 hours, or two and one half days. I know that more than interest is involved, but am planning to shut up on that one, Shorty MacInvondi Forrest Gaincrank. But as for my Youtube activity, or lack thereof would be a much more appropriate way of saying this, only the M2F folks know and understand, the real true awesome power of electronically reproducing transdimensional music, in any kind of way. Let's stop playing games. This is why I know that is at least 90%-MTF, if not 99 or even the entire deal, all though for a while, I know for a fact that it was not 100, now I cannot be sure, with all of my few friends gone, and my family hating my guts with a passion. So for them to click on any of my YOUTUBE accounts would be tantamount to them being disloyal American agents to whatever alphabet soup they belong to. I posted up Wanna' Spend My Time in April of 2011, and instantly 20 hits that I did not in any was cause, were up there, as I did not know how to do links and shares and all of that, back then yet, and I also did not listen on Youtube, but only on my CD copy or on my WMP on my PC. Immediately, huge twisters of record setting levels struck the middle west. Normally, it would take more like 20,000 hits, after all, no magic is that powerful, or is it? People do not want to prove me wrong, as I know exactly how many people have clicked on my transdimensional songs, and keep an accurate count of any new link I make or any view I make. Subtracting these two effects from counts, and only a few songs are from the 'dream-worlds' so only they count by the way, and I will list them. “Love is For Carpenters”, Wanna' Spend My Time”, “Eternity With Stacey”. Out of these three tunes, only two are on Youtube. Even my song from 1996, “SARAH” that IS ON YOUTUBE, is not a transdimensional song. Translation, it was not something heard by me in a dream, or a parallel universe, Dot. So lots of folks are either trying to confuse the heck out of me while enjoying every moment of it, or they only are blog readers and never listen to music on the net other than for accepted top artists and hit songs, narrowing their music perspective in ways they won't live long enough to ever see what they missed, or it is fear and distrust, thinking clicking on any of my stuff will magically cause the next BIG ONE in Cali4nya. No, the family has done more with their other kinds of time manipulation, than I have ever done. That movie called, The Big One, The Great LA Quake, right before it happened, with a family member starring in the movie, Mrs. M. Shriver Schwartz herself, now divorced, still family, right OZ-wald???????????????????????? Folks, the power of symbology is just as inescapable as any of ISIS's threats to imprison me forever, in 1997. But peeps do love to imprison folks, that are in this family, Dawn and Ann got me for nearly a year and a half, Sarah Callio Martino trapped a great artist and myself in the Water Company grounds one day in the summer time of 2000, and in transdimensional reality, she has trapped me and locked me up in light-houses many times. I could go on, with or without triptotam meds. As for time manipulation, forget the movie and the quake, how about the lie that the world buys into that Mister Joe Kennedy made his money in bootlegged whiskey? Sure he made some money, and that was what he used to invest in the stock market, only he did not buy, he shorted the entire market, right before the great 1929 crash. Lucky guess? Well, most would say it was some kind of control, before they'd dare to entertain some, out of regular time mischief, oh my my my my; Doctor Harold Mastertapes Camping, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I could type on and on, and every and any subject such as this one is a mere door opener, and a crack at that, maybe enough to let a shadow of light in, man. And where these shadows choose to dwell when we do not see them, is also a few hundred 'Gone With The Wind', book sizes long, AHA!

I did report to the blogs, that I cannot e-mail Debbie Marotto any more. I did not say I can't go into her office on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; if I need to. AHA, MMCN. Anyway, to repeat the music stuff, only two songs will cause some bizarre planetary surface activity if viewed enough and sent through enough electronic circuits; these two posts being, 'WANNA' SPEND MY TIME', and 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'. Even the greedy fisherman song is not transdimensional. I have tape recordings of my daughter at fourteen while she was off playing lab-technician in her 'sleep', up in both 1984 and again in 1986. She is the one with incredible abilities, but then world, is this something I need to preach and arm twist to anybody? How many Mariah Carey's are there, for heaven's sake, literally? Hay, maybe others somewhere may share the two names, but that is all they'll ever share. This as we all know is the one and only MC, and so why then is all of this so incredible to believe? Give me a good answer to that, a really good one, and I will stop my blogs forever, and that is a promise, but it better be a REAL GOOD one!!!! Well, enough is enough is enough, huh BABS? She doesn't need your crummy condo, lady, the All Mighty owns this entire multiverse, so screw you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'LL TERMINATE MY TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, GREAT PEEPS, and whatever you think of me, facts speak louder!

Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were all written with things, such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'. This was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.

YEAH, SOME 'DREAM' PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A TIME TRIP 31 DAYS INTO THE FUTURE, AND HALLOWEEN DAY 2 BOOT!

I TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY, THE ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO MOTHER FUCKING MURDER ME, AND ALSO,

I DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS.

HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 16 April.

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Speaking of not liking to vanish, look what MC just did to me and you wonder why I have tried to escape this for 60 god dam years, ladies and gentlemen. It is up at blogger, and can be re-pasted in. Sibling rivalry at its best, world?

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the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” (I edited out the hack date).

first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!LIGHTNING LOVES ME, AND SO THEY PERSECUTE ME

12:37 PM-EST, MARCH FUCKING 5, 2013

WOW, it never fucking fails. Like these diseased fucking dirt bags are not getting their way enough, today I AM getting a NOISE NEIGHBORHOOD SIEGE that is totally fucking MAJOR HUGE, starting around half past eleven, and right after I came out of a powerful interaction with the LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA. She was with me all night long, flashing huge colorful gorgeous lighting bolts all around me. She even took me back in time to another time and dimension where as Benjamin Franklin, I had invented a really wild machine similar to the many interactions previously had where random number counters were matching thousands of sentences each time she would flash, and this tubular machine created a miniature lightning bolt and would roll around and upward into the sky, and then a real full sized lightning bolt would follow and then came the codes on the ground machine as sentences that would equal groupings of numerical outcomes. Ever since awakening from this, a huge vacuum device upstairs has been super fucking noisy, and then the fucking jerk off across the hall nabes have been slamming in and out with the door bull shit as well.

Since the dirtball WOMO wants to play dirty, I CAN AS WELL. I really seriously wonder why other folks cannot see what I can see, not to rip off any old songs, but really. Blueberry and Cranberry, back in the summer time of 2008. Did my kid get Paula Patton's 2009 movie name from that or am I really just a total CHEMTARD up here in twenty-thirteen. I could say a million more things, but I try and not attack when they back off, let us therefore see if they do, as the internet ain't going fucking anywhere any fucking time soon, YO, folks!!!!!

WHY THIS HAS TO GO ENDLESSLY ON, IS FAR BEYOND MY MORTAL UNDERSTANDING, LADS, LASSIES, NOT LAPPERS BUT LABBERS, AND YES, LABRADOR RETRIEVER DOGS. Still, who am I to understand the infinite wisdom of your All mighty God of this miserable rotten planet? I know that I totally fall short of that mark, and always will. No rocket science degrees are needed for spotting the freaking obvious. Still, to m,e lots of shit is so obvious, but to all of you, even if you happen to be six foot Darius Evans Deezy, vsheeeooouuu, it all goes right over your head, and you know fucking what folks, I envy the shit out of all of you, and you especially, MISTER PAUL EVANS PHONE SCREAMING PEDERSEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W!

KEEP PERSECUTING , I'LL KEEP ON TALKING. STOP PUNCHING, AND SO WILL I. YES LIGHTNING, IWALU, and I saw you in Scylla's hand in that lit up hall way, and I saw what I saw, and it is what it is, is-is ISIS. Yes, vsheeeooouuu times a billion, only not for poor old frail fucking me, folks!

Let me sign off before I say about 300 fucking other things that I'll regret in the morning light, right Donna, up in the future? Jesus fucking goddess all mighty, rooty toot toot David Charles Chemtard Club Roth, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOTHING ENDS, SO BY THAT RULE, NEITHER DOES THIS BLOG. GOOD PEEPS,

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Monday, March 4, 2013, not hardly, nor is it 09/21/2012.

MORIANITY-4----I DON'T LIKE VANISHING, MISTER HOUDINI, SIR

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First. Work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere, but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place so that the fan is blowing air onto me again and I can resume sleeping a while longer, I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about but could not a t the moment, as he would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dresses in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the interaction up now back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute if every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully, the answers to much of my concerns is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS, just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace and reminded her that the rules cannot B broken, it is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me in this incarnation that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and “CRAN’ R totally the same on astral words, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment f doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey and told him to leave her alone or I would tear his lungs out and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths, and he instantly burst out laughing and the next thing I knew it was July 4th of 1970 and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”. that was what was all in the dream, it was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness, one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean and when I got there, the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me and the next thing I know I am awake laying here in my trailer residence and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FNI 4 help, no one can fight the great Mariah, and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER.UR my mighty queen, and I only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document, this is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein. Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open. E N D OF T R A N S M I S S I O N:

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6:11 AM-EDST, SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 14, 2013

I did not use the computer on Saturday, but not because I was too hot. I needed to take a day to just forget my problems as best as possible, not reinforcing the nightmare by adding journals and writings to the records of the world.

But I did have a gigantic event go down, with my awesome wonderful GODDESS DIANA. Before I get specific, I need to remind old viewers and tell any potential recently new ones who most likely did not archive through a mountain of text to learn details of my dealings with 'Astral-Plane gods', beginning in the illusion of STM in the calendar year 1983, as far as me interacting along, as before that, they were still dealing with me, it merely was not reciprocal, at least not with me on any conscious level, sort of like all the rest of you out there. As with just about all things in 'MORIANITY' and my life, almost twin realities; but yes; it cannot be covered in any one blog work, unless perhaps it is five or so Moby Dick book lengths worth of complicated and boring text. Rather than ever try and bore anyone, I break shit up in my life so that I never do have one story that will take you half a book size of words to read, whether Mizz Terry from Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, approves of my methods of writing my life story or not. Saying and pronouncing tomato and potato with long or short vowel sounds is one truth, but it is in all honesty too simplistic to use this analogy for making the direct comparison to human religions and belief systems or lack thereof. Still, the accepted world view for extremely complex reasons is in reverse, where any kind of creative force is male or for that matter, without gender. I have made a few quick references to upline-downline and comparing this to sort of a virtual reality that we all have read or viewed on some medium somewhere unless we live in a cave. I will not reiterate right now on this, other than to say it will shortly be visited again, just as last year I focused on TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for quite a while, especially during the middle third or so of the year, while still doing the blog part called, SAFE JOURNAL. Still, moving right along here, before I tell about what went on between Diana and me, around an hour before Saturday's daybreak, I need to expand a recent discussion just somewhat, and refresh some memories, on this entire situation that many call either the spirit world or realm, or the Astral-Plane, the same thing, but merely put into different speech. I need to remind viewers that our Astral Plane beingness is a lot realer, as it is a closer outer reality from where we exist in the void infinity. It is where our 'dream-out' from this void, first takes place, after a very difficult to explain and rationalize process, that is easier to say as the 6^th and the 7^th dimensions. But my truths are not the same as the physicist, when higher dimensions are mathematically formulated, and discussed amongst colleagues.

To keep it all as short and simple for one blog right now, and so that I can talk about what happened with a feeling that at least some might have a tiny clue just what I'm talking about, whether they agree or not with anything, as there will at least be a better meeting of the minds at an initial stage, after I reexplain some of this, and quickly, so please don't think you are getting some big total truth to anything, as it is filled with more holes than Swiss cheese for sake of eliminating twenty million words of printed text. My life was as screwed up as you can imagine, and then a lot more, from the day I arrived here and was 'born', Doctor Mark Wolf, physically in my present body, at the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania Hospital, at half past nine in the morning on the fourth of December in 1954. But in 1979, Diana and Apollo, who are not by any stretch, exactly as history teaches us, came to me in a powerful 'dream' while I resided at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in Mantua, New Jersey. They told me they were always watching me very carefully, and always will be while I exist in this body as Mark Wayne Mohr. Not a lot of other shit happened in this experience, at least in my conscious recollection, still, I got the awareness and a knowing without being told in ways humans communicate, that there was a little more to it, more going on behind the curtain, Dorothy. Still, compressing this knowing of this truth without being told by them in that interaction, it plays like this, L-4. These Astral-Plane gods are all playing a game, and the main god is really a goddess, who has so many names that they would not all be able to fit in a Sears Catalog; and it was a long slow process spanning three solid decades, before I came to understand this powerful Trinidad, for non South Americans, that word would change to trinity, but this goddess is a mother, a daughter, and the magical little particle in the world of subatomic forces, called the electron, M/D/E. But what IS this game? Well, there are trillions of versions of it, one is called, “Guess the name of the guests”, and I don't know all the other names of games, Mister Darren McGavin, sir, sorry about that. I only know what I know, and I'll never lie, or make up stuff, so what you see on these blogs is not made up, and you may see it all as crazy and nuts, but it is not being created and or made up, as a work of fiction. I have a whole lot better things to do with my life than imagine the shit that has happened to me for nearly 60 fucking years, good folks. The main reason for these games of these gods, is distract them. The thing that they cannot stand to have on their 'minds' is that existence never starts and never stops, and that this is all eternal. Humans reverse all things, seeing flat worlds, sun moon and stars going around us rising and setting, dreaming and waking life backwards, and even eternal existence backward, wishing for it and blocking out what they know already deep within and inside all of us, that it really is already ours, and is the worst hell you can focus on, never being able to reach oblivion, or endless peace and sleep. Normally, these games distract them because they do powerful things that take their awareness totally off this horror, things such as contests, power struggles, challenges, physical when in physicality, and astral when in astrality, but always major things to distract away from the awareness of infinite existence. Now three years before this 'so-called-dream-experience' with the twin gods Diana and Apollo, Apollo played a very mean game with me at an apartment in Media, Pennsylvania, rented by my mother, and I was there visiting her in 1976. She was dating her married boss who came here from Chicago, Illinois, Edwin R. Potter, and things ended up disastrous with that, but right now, this can all wait for other times to be better fitted into all of this nightmare. All things fit together, you cannot randomly do anything, all stuff is part of a great whole and cannot be random, and until a human reaches a major enlightenment, this does not click in their mind, so there is no use me sitting here trying to further explain it, as mere words cannot do this, someone either becomes enlightened in a human lifetime, or they do not, it is that simple. Anyway, the game played with me was very unpleasant, and this powerful horrible god threw me up against a wall over and over and laughed and mocked me, it was no dream, I was totally out of body, and it was caused, I did not induce this through a trance or meditation or the use of the Fascitar. Then less than a year later, and a month after leaving Mantua, for 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey; I had the experience of all experiences; where the great Isis Scylla Jehovah, known also by me as Sarah-Stacey Krassle, came to me and sang an incredible song to me, called, “Love Is For carpenters”. Then it was between two and a half and three years after this, in the next residence in Atco, New Jersey, at 134 Norris Avenue, where Diana began communicating with me on the telephone, and drove both me and AT&T half mad, until I learned that there was no stopping this, no exposing this, and that I had to play along with all of this. I was not being given any choice at all. My life belonged to THEM, that was it, I AM NOT a dog food, nor DO I RULE!!!!!!! Now only a handful of folks know the details that exist beyond this very compressed and abridged version of my contact with the gods back in my middle twenties, and exactly what influences humans to believe that these beings do not also come into this world at all generations and times and interact with us, consciously or unconsciously, escapes my wildest ability to totally grasp. But I do know that humans get very hostile and agitated and some will go right into a fight mode should the concept be in any way suggested. Of course I learned long ago that there is no one to talk to or tell my story to, so I used the Copyright Office to protect a record of events in my life as best as I could, and you all know what these gods have done to my meticulously kept files and records and life journals and diaries on paper. Only providence or whatever, caused me to realize I could use this © Office as a protective filing cabinet for my life. Even the great gods, bang on mother fucking wood, cannot make this vanish, not yet, CG-18 and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now many are probably saying, enough of this, what the fuck happened Saturday. Fine, let me tell you.

I was on the telephone talking to goddess Diana, in a small trance, with the system off hook and off line, and she suddenly was with me in a cabin in her great forest, just outside of Olympia Proper, and I was telling her what happened to my air/heat unit, and suddenly found myself in a wake-sleep zone that just about all of us have experienced, and I was over at the unit that was not functioning, and I unplugged it, counted to 30, plugged it back in, and within fifteen minutes, icy cold air began spitting out, as I also switched the control from fan back to the cold, as it has cold, hot, and fan only settings, as well as an up down thermometer controller going from 60-90 degrees of Fahrenheit temperature. Within an hour, I was very comfortable again, and it was just past daybreak, and powerful beautiful lightning came out of nowhere, flashing the most colorful bright awesome CG not 18 bolts, all though she is 18, and nothing just is random chance in this universe, nothing at all, not even yellow sheets, juvy records, or heart attacks. Wolf-wolf-wolf. Do I have a wild and strange fascinating life, hellish or not, folks? You be the friggin' judge. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. But still, Lenny. And for those who think stuff is ever faked, all you have to do is click onto other things, and it will take you right to the websites, then from there, you click back and see if anything is added or faked, hay I may change fonts and colors around, but I don't change reality. I may even slowly get around to re-posting updated old posts with typo errors repaired, and a comma added here or there, etcetera. But I will never fake the steak, folks, and that I swear to the gods above, below, and inside all of us, hometowners or not, WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will be gone forever very shortly. Your loss folks, not freaking mine. Truths are told cleverly.

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/

THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

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If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.

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Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY PART 5,

AND I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00048.

A beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and Goddess Diana, by the Romans.

WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join, and the price is FREE.

Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project:

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Gender	Male
Industry	Non-Profit
Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	The winds of war, Time travelers from our future, G one with the wind,

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.

Now before we complete the blog, please see this:

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http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.

YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:

Only the opening title words are real.

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	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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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3)

Android & Angel (MP3)

12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

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Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

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