It
is pussy chewing 3 in the dam morning, 05/30/13. WOW!
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THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE. PLEASE
HAVE A VERY
NICE DAY.
CHAPTER
00090-C,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
CHAPTERS
00090-A
AND 00090-B, ARE
TITLED DIFFERENTLY; AND SHOW UP AS THE PREVIOUS TWO MORIANITY
BLOGS:
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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.
The
greatest fish in the whole dam copyrighted 1986 bay may be quoted as
saying the following:
''WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
AND
WHAT, YOU ALL HATE TECHNO-POP SO MUCH, YOU WON'T LISTEN TO THE SONG?”
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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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.
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.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
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:
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,
THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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for fucking page eleven of eleven and about the 50th
fucking Jane Sleazeweedsdisease attacks on me now in the past 100
hours or so, with or without any coded general 18 orders from lovely
MAGGIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND
DIANA
ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
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Here
is what mother fucking happened to me on Wednesday the cunt sniffing
twenty-ninth day of GRAYMAY, in 2013, AKA fucking yesterday.
I
tried posting, actually copying my own blog at Blogger to paste into
Wordpress, and it did not take as it normally does with the blue
color underlining. Then the entire system was frozen. These fucking
freeze up hacks may not be being done by those I accuse of doing it
when I get angry at the time. I do not know who is fucking with me,
only that I am continuously being mother fucking screwed fucking
with.
I
had to manually hit my ON button for the PC Tower and then before it
shuts down, I am able to hit a cancel icon that appears before it
closes out, releasing me from the freeze hack, yet not shutting
itself down, and needing to all be reprocessed and going through
screens and hassles of built-in data recovery. I was angry, and
needed to purchase a few bucks in gasoline and some grocery items to
tide me over until my EBT and my Disability SSD monies come in on the
second and third of June, and so my very first errand was not to the
store and gas station, but someplace else. My rotten miserable family
thinks they can stop me from posting
MY OWN 1983 SONG and thinks
this is all funny, I suppose. Fine, I am now working on other
arrangements after exhausting a lot of older ones with no luck. It is
very difficult to go against the wishes of the most powerful mother
fucking goddess in all of creation, but this is my song, and I'll do
with it what I want to, and I am the greatest fish in the whole dam
1986 bay, and so Mister Esolph, THAT'S THAT, or dawn-Marie King the
late and not so dam ass great, it ISIS| (is what it is), what is the
fucking ass dam difference, lads, lassies, labbers, and Labrador
Retrievers, YO?
There
were another two FIRE-ALARMS on Wednesday, and I don't mind telling
you all that they're back on a real heavy roll again,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYA gimme a dam bwake, Margie Elmer Leo
Fwudd, PWEEEEEEEEEEEZE!
Folks,
dreams are a very funny thing. There is a ban on them, and has been
for a long time. At earlier and earlier ages, we are taught by the
generation ahead of us, to ignore them and not even discuss them. If
all of Morianity is the delusion of a mad man, then why do these
great folks of power and control, insist by their very own bizarre
behavior, on proving my words totally to be the truth and totally
accurate and real? We all know that we do not waste our time or
efforts on any venture or endeavor that is of no serious consequence
to us or our surrounding proximity in our lives. So if you all cannot
add up 2 and 2 here and come up with the correct answer of 4, then by
the gods, I really honestly feel very very sorry for you, I truly do.
A three year old who is not blocking the truth with intentional self
deluded bullshit, can see straight through my life and what is being
done to me and is happening to me 24-7-365.2422 for the past 20-60
years of my current human existence and life. There is no rocket
science involved here whatsoever. Shutting me up and not allowing me
onto the real social media where my true story gets told and shared,
is not just a violation of my rights, great folks out here, IT TRULY
IS A VIOLATION AS WELL, OF ALL OF YOURS, unless you are not wise
enough that is, to reciognize that tid bit of wisdom for yourself,
and then if that be the case, you're lost and don't even know it. It
is just like the youngest boy and girl of the Brady kids on that
great old seventies show, “The Brady Bunch”, during their trip to
the wonderful spectacular awesome GRAND CANYON. It was getting later
and darker, but Cindy and Bobby Brady did not even become aware that
this was their reality, until it was dark, and they WERE LOST. There
is a lot of power when you take this small TV episode and this part
of it, on this one show from a llong time ago by most people's
standards; and seeing this in the light of what is now being told in
my story here in the Morianity truths. Remember the hour hand on a
watch or a clock. Unless the clock is huge, you cannot ever see that
hand moving. Yet it does, without even seeing it move, stare at it
for ten minutes, it does move, you really do not have to look away
and come back in ten minutes, and the only magic that's going on
here, is called the power of GRADUALISM. Never ever mother fucking
underestimate this powerful weapon. Yes, I said 'weapon', as it is
used by evil dark forces and total prick people the world over,
against their weaker and defenseless foes, upon many an occasion. I
should know. I lived at 1802 Robin
Hill, in Voorhees, New Jersey, in
1980; thinking things were pretty good now for me in my life, and
never ever seeing that powerful
freight train that was heading
straight for my fucking head, dead on. It crept up and crept up and
crept up, not like real freight trains that roar along into the
night. This was nice and slow, and gradual, and I did not ever see it
moving, but when it makes contact and hits, the very same force is
applied, and you are crushed all the same, not all at once, but
slowly, agonizingly jammed against the cosmic wall of fucking doom,
harder and harder, as though a real freight train had been in ultra
slow motion all along, moving at a millionth of a mile an hour, but
as years ticked onward, I find myself here and now, and totally
wrecked and crushed, helpless as a fucking little baby, and with no
parents to call out to for any help. This is no god I want to worship
or love. This is a horrific evil monster who I have come to fucking
totally deplore, and she will have to fucking murder me to stop my
song, her song, that's the problem folks, it just fucking proves too
many things in my Morianity Story, that have been yelled out now for
so many years and years and years and years and
years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dreams my friends, are no more
than us in other parallel realities, universes as real as the one
that we live in while we are all awake. We do not all have the same
lives or know the same people, it is all scrambled up a vigintillion
times the power of a vigintillion and so much more, all interchanged,
things and lives different, yet similar, do I not describe the dreams
you all have, and also make perfect sense in relation to the
scientists and their endless quest to figure out just where these
other dimensions containing these other realities are all hiding.
They are hiding in plain view, inside of your mind, really, better
said, inside of YOU. Just as the waking world is really also just all
inside of you. You all should talk to the great SIDEWALK SCIENTIST or
call the great Public Broadcasting Network, and tell them to re-air
that great show, they will know what I am saying, just call and tell
them that you
want to see that show, with the sidewalk-scientist,
and when you do watch it, pay very close attention, to some simple,
yet mind bending things; talked about by me, and also talked about by
this really really cool dude; who also plays a cool organ and makes
up cool tunes. Someday this world will eventually see I was telling
you all the truth, but not in time for me to ever get a dam thing out
of it, oh well, that was not what I was ever looking for anyway, just
a little peace of mind and relief from the torment of my endless
persecution by my relentless evil sick enemies, the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kind
folks, this force is stopping me from proving a lot of stuff, yes,
but it is screwing all of you, the entire world, out of a life of
bliss, keeping you all trapped in slavery, misery, and blind ignorant
endless foolishness, and they know exactly what they are all doing,
and they have the soul and conscience of a fucking stinky slithering
sleazy lizard. This is all they are in their true form, a bunch of
skunky scummy reptiles, crawling on their bellies and hating me day
and night because they know I can do it better, and that I am indeed,
the 1988 prophet of nothing, the one who knows the real truth about
nothing, about the great VOID, and how it connects all of our
reality. Everyone else remains in total darkness. What a fucking ass
shame, YO!
Take
not only hyperspace and dreaming, but random and pattern reality.
Look at how it all fits together. Look at how I was involved with
nice clothes before all this got started, and then six months later,
SSJKK-ISIS thought it was so cool
and funny to say BOO, and come to me in my 'sleep' and play the
famous chain-game again. She will never tire of these things, you
must believe this if you believe any part in Morianity whatsoever.
MIDDIE-SCYLLA is endlessly and
forever, exactly sixteen years old, it is always her birthday, and
this is all she really ever is going to care about. Only those
outside the jack-in, the Dave Roth Mark Mohr Trashy Landscapers Club
of the eighties, we knew, but even with all that he knew, he drew a
line in the sand that night in 1997 up at the highpoint Warren Grove
military Games Installation, in the Jersey Pinelands. Why don't you
ever come forward and tell what she did to you, Kenny Rogers, you can
confront her you know, just go into a light trance and speak to her
unconscious mind. Ask her why the Lucille crap all happened to you,
old bud, before it is too late and you kick the bucket along with
Inspector Henderson, Louigee, and Superman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah
Kenny, we all godda' go sometime, or wake up from our dreams to be a
bit more accurate here, YO. Happy trails bumpkins. But should another
Kenny be viewing this, take heart my old pal, I am just about to
break through their incredible horrendous blockade. When I do, I know
you'll be cheering for me. I kept all the secrets you told me, well,
most of them, don't wanna' be a traitor to the young crowd. Still, we
both know that it was out peeps who invented and built this great
highway, without it, you, me, all of us, would still be playing and
hanging in back yards and reading books and channel surfing on radio
and TV, and that would be it. Our generation was the inventors and
the genius behind all this, so please don't look down too far on us,
it makes you all look a tad foolish in the eyes of reality. And son,
that is just the way it is, so I believe that a 'WOW' is quite
appropriate here!!!!!!!!!!
Many
things are happening, and I told it all on my YOUTUBE PAGE,
commenting on other videos. I said that the middle of 2013 would be
wild, and it is only beginning, so be vigilant folks, and watch out
behind you. Do a full 2-10. I called this to the very day from a year
or so back, just as I called this super super absurd bull market
endless rally. Sop tell me, if I'm such a shit head nut case, then
how can all of this be?
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