MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER LXV, BLOGS OF KING MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER LXV

12:18 PM-EDST, 3 MAY, 2013

BEGINNING OF THIS TWANSMISSION, SIR ELMER FWUDD!!!

Now we will go to town and tell it really down and dirty, not worrying about anybody's feelings, or implications into illegal activities, and the entire thing, as well as how and why this shit all is and has been, effecting both me and my entire life for nearly a half fucking century now since I was shy of ten and a mere youth, an innocent lad who yes, got caught up in some real heavy fucking shit, and perhaps did not stay all that totally innocent in all things pertaining to evil sinful life on this sick Satanic Earth, but let me not get all carried away with this right now, Sir Ernest Merker the great of the Erie Tracks of good old William Penn's famous Woods, AKA the state in this great union called PENNSYLVANIA, sir McGuire. Yes, I did know, and no, you did not tell me squat that I didn't know, nor did you really want to, so don't all of you rotten fucking miserable pricks in Atlantic City even go there, and try telling me otherwise, you White Slaving Soul Selling Demon People!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we get going today, here is the shituation, Inspector Louigee Kent Superhenderson, in or out of any Cali movie studios, YO. Only real fans of the original 1957 SUPERMAN SHOW on television, know what this is about, and you know what, I do not really give four and an eighth giraffe shits one way or the fucking other. Sawn them, BREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

81 degrees and mixed skies, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, WHAAAA.

First, the first eight days of April, managed to stay just above BOTBAR, not picture perfect days by any means, mind you, but still, Lenny Briscoe sir, mot fucking BOTBAR. This is why even a major ninth of April BOTBAR DAY, did not result in the entire month being real major high in a Magnetic Percentage Botbar for the month itself (MPB). The days of Botbar were in fact as follows: 9, 12, 16, 20, 26, 28. Out of a 30 day period, this would be in baseball stats, written and said 6:30 or six for thirty, and taking 6 times 100 and dividing by the 30, the 100 for a percentage and the 30 for the total days in April, and it rounds fucking off to a 20%, in fact, it perfectly shows this whole number with not even a need for a decimal round off. Now here are the following MPB (Magnetic Percentage Botbar) figures or stats (statistics) for the first four months or the first third of this year of 2013. January-29%, February-21%, March-32%, April-20%. May now is as follows so far with two competed days, the first and the second, and it ain't real pretty, Spell Checker. One for two or 50% MPB so far for our lovely mother fucking fifth month of twenty-thirteen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W! Now yesterday, good people (L-4), was a nasty BOTBAR DAY. I had some nabe horse shit to deal fucking with, and I was quite ill, from a MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULT BY THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, causing me a day of horrifying mother fucking cramps and shit attacks and inability to eat anything all fucking day, ruining my entire mother fucking day and violating my cunt eating civil and human and constitutional rights and as legally TRUMP BORN and FREE United freaking States citizen, oh great mighty WORLD COURT AT THE FREAKING HAGUE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This of course is why the evil stock market flew up nearly a buck and a half and is now right at or near the magical bullet mark of non-Kennedy 15-kilo-points (Dow Jones Industrial Averages), and as I speak, Morty cunt eating jerk off Mortino the DEATH ANDROID (ANGEL) is hitting my right side very heavily at about twelve minutes cunt eati9ng shy of one on this third MAYDAY afternoon,, in 2013, YO YO YO!!! Yes the first of May was barely OK, but the second, even though not being one of the worst super botbar days of 2013, was certainly among the group, now totaling BOTBAR #32, imagine it in your lives folks, a month already of really super mother fucking bad days, and the year is only a third fucking over, at this rate, that is a minimum of three months of horrible fucking days not rotten a little, I fucking said HORRIBLE DAYS, that is what BOTBAR means, BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, it does not get worse than this, in other fucking words, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now yesterday was the one hundred twenty second day of 2013, so to get the MPB for 2013, the simple ass little equation is as follows: The number of days of BOTBAR X 100 divided by the days of 2013 so far totaled, so substituting in the letters for numbers as most eighth graders have been taught to do, and you kiddies say the math is not important, sheeeeeeeeeeit, so here it would be as follows, YO YO YO YO: 32X100 line below, then on that line is number 122, yes 3200 divided by 122, and this equals 22.229508. This rounds down to 22% BOTBAR for the year of 2013, or, 2013 MPB = 22%. Now start paying some attention to the dam teacher, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are my grand children going to be told this, lovely SSJKK??? AHA-AHA!

Let us now keep moving things right along, good people, and more importantly, my 'believers', all though, this will now play right into what is coming up next, so as the song intro on an old copyright of drum beats and techno-sounds would go, and just ask the LOC USCO is you doubt these words, others who are not believers, HERE WE GO-----------------! The monster ass fucking secrets that I let out before the DOW raced up the next day in spite of those secrets told, PROVES A HUGE NIGHTMARE HELL TO ME IN LIVING MOTHER FUCKING TECKNOPOPCOLOR, NO RABBITS, IT IS NOT ONE BIT FUCKING FUNNY, 'WARNER FOLKS', OR 'OTHER MC'S'.

I told THREE GIANT TOTALLY TRUE THINGS, AS YOU, I AM QUITE SURE, GOOD FOLKS, AND BELIEVERS AS WELL; RECALL VERY WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This would be about proving I was set up with these thugs across from me or why else would the PHA not allow a dog to solve my non midget, sorry McNulty, I am on the floor here with that one, and cannot ever safely tell why; and I told how I was prevented by powerful people on Scott Ransom Wall Street, AGAIN, from trading the markets and using my powerful knowledge to at least recoup some of what has been stolen from me, the many many fucking billions of US dollars that is throughout my miserable mother fucking entire lifetime, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and as I tell this now, my computer hackers are fucking messing with me FCC MCDOWELL, sir and old 1972 school buddy from Haddonfield, New Jersey, BRO; not allowing me to spell the word 'RECOUP' the proper way, now it is working, yeah, they don't want me to be able to not only recoup, but not even tell you all the truth about it all by messing with the fucking word each fucking time I try to type it, BRAH; but yes folks; so I was told lies about a nonexistent federal fucking law regarding day-trading on Wall Street, done all the time on computers in the privacy of many people's homes, every single day all over the place. But no, don't let fucking HUNTINGTON CURSED MARK WAYNE MOHR be allowed into this private pizza delivery party, but then expect me to bail your friends out of the county jail when they came down here, back in fucking pussy chewing twenty-ten, and got into some trouble with Sheriff Kenny Mascara? It's not happening, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get off those pills David Bacon, at least your pal DEEZEE SLIM knows how to handle bizz in his life, W—O—W, what a great cool Youtube page he's got, Jeese Louise, if you like rap music, that is! I ran a voice match, it is BOO, so please, daut, don't think your head games are working with me, YO!

I guess you had fun beating the crap out of me last night, and tying me up on that porch and putting honey all over the table while I was slowly eaten up by large brown ants, and a handkerchief shoved into my mouth so I couldn't shout out for freaking help. You're really nice, Scylla Isis. Go ahead, influence your sicko pals next door to start slamming their doors now at 1:24 as I speak and type. WOW, are you not one powerful all mighty goddess, well, I always claimed that you were, you cannot take that away from me, ever since you said that you ruled from atop of the Empire State Building that day around 5 years ago to this very time now. Yes believers, mny precious wonderful believers, be they 2 or 3 as I believe to be the case, still Lenny Briscoe; then there was also the intentional keeping of my WOW trucks away from me when I re4ally did need to see them if for nothing less than to feel close to Stacey, and this is how the great Jehovah repays me, with more of her shitty rotten games and hellfire. So go to church all you losers, and worship this teenaged wild goddess, but I will tell you this much right here and right now, Lieutenant freaking Van-Buren, oh vision of loveliness and Corecedin meds. I will not throw sound around, nor will I waste my time, you all do whatever turns you on, unbelievers in Morianity, that's all on freaking bloody shoe mace cans YOU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, let's get the non-Corecedin HEART of the matter for this blog of this day, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!

I SHOUTED OUT TO THE GRAHAM PYUBLIC WORLD ALL THREE OF THESE THINGS, the WOW-TRUCK thing, the DAY TRADING LAW LIE thing, and the PHA NO DRUG DOG thing, and even doing my thing, at the dam Florida Seminole Casinos for that fucking matter, with parallel event and an ending fucking PAP of 1.74 in roulette, (Positive-Advantage-Percentage). Once upon a fairy tale, if I would let one huge true secret cat out of the bag, there was no fucking cunt lapping way in hot July Stevie Wonder HELL, that the markets would fly up on the next trading day, N-O-N-E! But for some powerhouse unknown cock swallowing reason, things are now different, and I've been in fact, slowing observing these changes for some time now, and it is very mother fucking scarey, good folks (BELIEVERS) with no monkeys, no Davy Flipsidebradykisses Jones of 2000 AD, and to quote the awesome and eternally lovely Diana Ross from 1983 during a telephone temper tantrum, “NO NOTHING”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So can we now please, believers, begin getting into some possible reasons and explanations, for this recent alteration in cosmos; and this wild outlandish change in the parallel event, of me revealing huge secrets against the interests of this EVIL-EMPIRE which is most if not all of WALL STREET, and their getting adversely and negatively effected by my telling these things, I mean really, why has this STOPPED WORKING, and just how has this enemy LABBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE done this fucking thing to me, of monstrous and cosmically despicable proportions, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????

W-----O-----W.

Let's try and work out a tiny beginning in this quest for an answer, before I even think about starting to ask the GAGA CAT any questions, as after all, to get good answers, any good lawyer knows, that great questions need to be first asked, not mediocre or lousy ass questions, I SAID GREAT QUESTIONS. Still, before we do go here; let me do this. A quick Q&A of the GAGA-KITTY-CAT, regarding why Mike Patterson screwed me after a two year friendship, went as follows: I merely asked this late morning, why he did this to me, and the GAWNUM card revealed the root number of 59, the Law And Order Rick Eid number, WHAAAAAAAAAA, if which my kitty cat is quite dream-land-1980 familiar with no lies, and no Long island freaking Expressways, PLEASE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any-ha believers, this becomes PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 549, AS I AM QUITE SURE THAT YOU ARE ALREADY AWARE FREAKING OF, YO YO YO YO!!!

Some of my CANON's are as follows, (LISTS) for those that may not know, TEE HEE HEE HEE, LM, not transdimensional freedom blues and lousy copysingvoice-programs, AHA AHA!

(PICTURE PUZZLE) (MERRY CHRISTMAS) (WHITNEY HOUSTON) (DANCE) (GAMES) (MONEY) (MIAMI) (KIMBA) (PEARL HARBOR DAY)----------------------------------------------------

I played my systems-roulette also earlier before beginning my blog, and made 2 units, also during yesterday's bad botbar day, I played, and made a unit and a half. For a sucky ass life, those 3.5 units at a 100 dollar gaming level or a profit of $350.00, ain't bad, spell checker MSC)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, Microsoft has incorporated the 'AIN'T' word, it was on a blogger site that it would not take and you had to click the ADD TO DICTINARY option for the red line to be removed from the dam text. Well, without roof pushing or weed choking, Okeechobee Lake4 of Florida, and other places better left unsaid to the darn north; let me go on to explore other weeded areas above the water surfaces and below the old Jerusalem roof tops, right YOUR EMINENCE??????????

So just what the darn truck rock chucking bunt trapping heck IS indeed going on folks, if this all changed and now there seemingly is nothing that can stop this horrendous evil mother baseball kruking DOW JONES runaway freight train bullish rally, that is based on absolutely nothing tangible in the so-called trucking real world, if I can do a non profane sentence for a darn butt change???????????? The only answer that is possible, whether we all like it or not, Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent; and is why I joked around earlier in this blog, about these two characters of total television and comic fiction, from the non-recent past; is explanations that are not real ass main-stream; just as in that episode of the old 1957 Superman, where Kent says in Henderson's office, “If we weren't being REALISTIC here, what would be the one explanation for what's going on”? The Inspector then retorted back, “That's easy, the thieves are invisible”. Now this was great super talent and great super TV, and I loved the great NICK AT NIGHT for putting this on back when OJS was on trial for murdering those lovely folks in his life. Still, let's keep this going without moving off into tangents and stripping any early October gears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the towel example, given on a previous blog, and using all five dimensions in reality in the full hyperspace truth, can the answers ever be truly VISIBLE, with or without great Nickelodeon machines, TV, or even monster in-laws, huh Jane Ones??????????????? SLAP, WOW that hurt, YIO!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM SLAM BOOM BANG, THIS SHIT IS GETTING WORSE NOW AT SHORTLY PAS TFUCKING TWO THIS AFTERNOON, THE LAST TWO HOURS OF DOW JONES TRADING FO RTHE WEEK, OH YEAH, RIGHTM SHORE UH-HUH-UH-HUH-AND ANY THIRD ROCKS AND ANY BG TOY COMPANIES, OR TOY FACTORUIES FROM NEXT DOOR TO 3-OPEN REEL RPL, OR ANYTHING ELSE, ALL THIS, MADE IN HEAVEN, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA. Still, how do we now extrapolate the hyperspace reality into why this does not work any longer? Well, why doesn't my life work any longer the way it used to, ever since waking up on the fucking fifteenth day in August of 1986, try that one on for size and ship it without any cramping attacks, right K-Mart? W-O-W!

Yes, we will get into this a lot more, but that is the logically concluded opener of all this, and always must be. If there is a sudden shift and or major change in the reality around us, for no really good or logically explainable and rational and distinguishable reason, then the only thing left is the thieves are invisible syndrome of Inspector Superman Henderson, or for short, the (TTAISISH), no not Capeesh, but 'TAS-SISH' would be the pronunciation, YO. Now to fucking compensate, speaking of 'Slap-weeds Fonda in the flesh', and monster in-laws; for the fucking lousy page eleven of eleven attack now, so here we go, AGAIN, new and old kids in freaking town, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 555555555555555555555555555555, PLUS 55555555555, TIMES 55555555555555555555, DIVIDED BY 55555555, IS EQUAL TO I DO NOT GIVE NINETEEN POINT SEVEN FUCKING SHITS, JUST LET ME STARE AT THESE LOVELY ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ONES, PWEEEEEEEEZE, YO!

Yes we will talk a lot more on why these changes have happened, and why I no longer can tell three huge things, and the evil empire does not temporarily fucking DIE, as it always did and followed that PE (Parallel-Event) for decades, until quite recently, but for today, I needed to open the door, later on, we will all march through and into the great 1983 drum beats and maybe White Horse Pike Berlin JAYLO Diners, Mary Carter paint ourselves, the necessary color, and even join the great military, WOW! Is all of this fucking shit really and actually happening to me, like you told me it was even back then, oh great wise one and SWAMI, JAMES T. BURR, OF GLOUCESTER, FUCKING, NEW JERSEY, YO YO YO YO YO YOP??????????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A child can see why the list of items so far worked out by me, were matching the two card draw of the GAWNUM, the 5 followed by the freaking ass 9. MIAMI is where his precious friend Pearl who I call secretly, bleeding Pearl, as this bitch is bleeding the poor dumb bastard dry as a fucking ass bone and using him and he cannot see it from a barreling truck on his asshole, and she lives where else but in Miami, Florida, and this is where he is planning to go after he is out of his place on Ocean Drive or A1A as the locals call it, on the 15^th day of this very month of MAY, strolling parks or no strolling parks, for all you old farts like fucking me out here, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else, Kevin Tredaux, but MONEY is the cause of all of this in the first place, and what is merry about any of this, any more than what is merry about any of my dick licking fucking Christmas's, you all read my shit eating fucking blogs, so you all know, there are no fucking secrets being kept up in here, YO, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUH!

Yes peeps and believers, we'll explore the hyperspace room of the non HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, of my sick deranged wild and terrific imagination of the past 7-60 years, on the next few upcoming fucking blogs, but for now, here are some older blog writings without having to go clicking all around the place and if you missed them, WHAAAAA! See you all later on, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

BYE-BYE EVWEEBWUDDY, and END TWANSMISSION, YO! 55555555555555.

WOW is this a LULU mother fucking day and week and month, if I do have to say it myself, good folks. My noisy fucking neighbors are going with the doors and the shouting, and Mikey has totally screwed me, as I knew he was going to, what a rotten ass guy. Oh well, after nearly 60 years in HELL, you get to pretty much fucking know ahead of time, each thing that has not happened yet, but WILL, and LIKE-DUH, and color me IMPRESSED LENNY BRISCOE, SIR!!! IT IS FUCKING CUNT SNIFFING TEN MINUTES SHY OF FOUR ON THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON. THE PLUS OUT OF THE DAY HOWEVER, WAS A BIG ONE. MY WONDERFUL Lightning Goddess DID NOT ABANDON ME WHEN I REALLY NEEDED HER THE MOST, MISTER FREAKING VANWARMER OF 1979, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE THE FREAKING SAR (LORD). SAR is LORD in the ancient tongue of the Aramaic, spoken by the Master Himself, Jesus the Messiah or the Christ.

There is so much time distortion and transdimensional effects all around me from a lifetime of living in all five dimensions and while forced to simultaneously coexist with a society not yet able to fathom doing this, and it honestly does give off some type of a cosmic unclean effect, like they call, dirty electricity. Electricity is electricity, and this just means that fossil fuels get burned and something that is used to generate a turbine spinning that makes this all work, dirties up our biosphere environment, but electrons are electrons, and they are never dirty. The weather is gorgeous, all overcast and coolish, just over the 70 degree mark for the better part of the day, and less humid than yesterday as well. Fuck you, I like the word coolish, and plan to use it. Unlike taking music from a dream, recording it electronically, and reproducing it also electronically, in repetition, the word coolish being used on this blog sure as dogshit ain't gonna' fucking hurt anybody, YO. Now let us quickly endeavor to strike up a little chit-chat about my music and maybe why I am hated by world forces. Look, I could prove to all of you that you can do the same thing, and even teach you how to begin traveling with more waking world memory, so as to be able to indeed, begin to bring back here, some hyper space music. I came to learn the hard way that my blogs originally posted that discussed all this both at Blogger and MySpace, online locations, were indeed why the Copyright Office lady was a little bit mysterious with me when she called my trailer residence in middle oh-eight to discuss the TRANSDIMENSIONAL SONG, only back then, only a part of it was used in my song that I copyrighted back then, and with different lyrics as well. Oh folks, and my wonderful believers, please never FORGET OR BELITTLE THE POWER OF THE SOAKED TOWEL, ALONG WITH THE DRY ONES THAT ALL ARE SURROUNDING IT. Hyperspace effects bleed through to all realities and things really do get all mixed up. This explains so many things that literally without having my Morianity to show what is really happening to all of us all the time, we would think at times, ourselves to be really truly crazy and delusional. Mister David Leigh Smith cured me of that problem however, with his non AE blackboard on that warm autumn day back in good old lovely 1970, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, just a few miles to the west of the future residence for me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG, and a decade back into positive space, remember that time does in fact appear to run and it does run in both directions, and it runs at the speed that photons travel. That is just truth. No one forces us cave persons to remain trapped in regular-time, or not be able to move out of ordinary running time. By taking this very same thing, transdimensional music, and placing it on my Windows Media Player, the computer being in the northeast corner of this room, the southwest opposing corner runs minutes faster per day, than where the electronics is performing its so-called, STM (magic). There's no magic in this at all, but the powerful world forces who do know how to make all this work and indeed are and have been playing with all of this shit and a lot more for a very long time, the World War Two era actually, don't allow ordinary uncontrolled private citizens such as myself to engage in such activities. Yet what really have I done but go to sleep and have dreams, and then well, you know the rest, and as I typed this last sentence at exactly fucking nine minutes past four, the entire computer hacked out and died, then came back on line; so let me save and post now. I do not trust ANYONE, ANYWAY, NOT NO HOW NOT NO WAY NO WIZARDS NO COWARDLY LIONS NO KINGS AND NO DAUGHTERS!!!!!!!!!! You want it straight up and dirty, General Patton, well pal, there it is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE. A little short post script folks. I am gonna' go to Mexico and leave this EVIL EMPIRE BEHIND very shortly. How can I fight a world where they can put me on jobs and in living quarters, and make me suffer in agony with covert attacks of endless fucking cunt misery? How would any of you handle this endless stress and nightmare monster ass fucking hell? A nightmare fucking rotten family who steals your entire life away and hates your guts on top of that, a Housing Authority who put these thugs across from me, and does not want a dog to prove they are illegally dealing drugs out of the apartment, no help from the sheriff, no help from the Attorney General, same old same old fucking New Jersey bullshit, all over again. Here we go old and new kids alike, here in this or any fucking Clarence Harris town, right old buddy from 1999? Say hi to Congressman RA for me, what a voice, Jesus God all nothing. Well a lot of super voices have indeed told me many things and 'ALL THIS' to quote one of my copyrighted 1983 song lyrics, songs from either one of the two musical compilations shown in the copyright record that match 1983, Demo Tunes 4, or Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud. Oh well, I will go to Mexico and fuck all these monster horrendous mother fucking squirrel shit eating heroine addicts. 70% of all adults in America are high on something or else drunk as fucking ass fish. I know, I have lived with the worst and the best of them, Hannah girl, of all worlds, and even your matching inescapable initials. Tell Dad I'm just teasing, don't want Paul's old Trashville bud, Billy-Bo as he called him long long ago, to come over to my place and tune me up. Bud, I'm all tuned enough for 5000 fucking lifetimes, go tune your keyboards, YO, and screw all of you. I won't lie, I am more disappointed and hurt by you, my pal, President Obama, than I am with my rotten daughter. She has an excuse, we all know a name that big is not going to shall I just say, ever come clean, perhaps not even with herself. But I know, maybe the PHA doesn't want to walk a dog through these halls, but do you want a 'towel parallel seepage equation', sir Einstein? Let me indulge you then BRO. I was walking another dog in 1972, and some know all about it. Don't tell me what I know and what I don't know, Charity Pansy Faye Trask, and Quentin Petofi Collins, not fucking now, and not back in fucking 1897, thank you very much and PTL, Mister Robertson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES FOLKS, MY ENEMIES, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, gave me a monster ass fucking CRAMPANA ATTACK AND SHIT ATTACK TODAY, from here all the way to the K-MART. I am not laughing, and I will see this entire planet blown to bits some day, even if I have to wait a billion fucking years. I will watch the descendants of all you rotten fucking monster enemy pricks, get blown to shit and melted into unrecognizable nothingness, YO! This has been so far, another really bad ass fucking day for pathetic victim MOUNTAINPEN AKA ME and 'MWM'. My records will survive in the great © OFFICE, no matter what you bastard twisted shits do to me, BRAHHHHHH!

Something happened less than a week ago, that was not important enough to report at the time, nor after until now, due to larger frying fish, and bigger persecutions. Now I will tell this to you, and hopefully to you too, old buddy from 1972, Robert McDowell of the FCC. I like to go on my APP to check out my severe weather part. Clicking there pops up a screen where from there you can click onto other items, and until a week ago give or take, I was always able to click the spot marked, “LIGHTNING”, and it would display lovely most recent 30-minute lightning strikes in lovely purple Brewster color, Miss other land-owner, and not the Highview Cheers Apartment Complex, of Williamstown, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. Then suddenly, seeing, hearing, or Walmart Shopping, it is all frozen. The computer works and takes me to the lightning map, but the data itself has been hack-frozen. It has not moved in about a week. If this is just happening to my APP, then this is a total fucking violation of my freedoms and rights under the laws of this so-called 'great-land'! I just got around to mentioning this because as you have observed on recently posted blogs, I have been somewhat otherwise mother fucking engaged in a place called Hell, AKA BULLSHIT CITY, or just DOGTOWN, out in the fucking PERG, which technically is any and all places that surround the great condition-interaction (Astral-Plane-place) called by those who know, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, which translates into Earth English as “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”. You can always GOOGLE up such things, but please do not expect other mortals, to know, or to have experienced the special shit that I have been so blessed and fortunate to experience, with this awesome surreal goddess of beyond what ever can be fathomed. It is like a transistor radio trying to deliver sound plugged into it, from a one million total wattage combined rock concert amplification system. Don't even try figuring out this triple-goddess, I for one know that I have totally stopped this time wasting endeavor. And believe me, SHE has let me into HER club more than all others combined, for reasons, I have no dam clue about, but Jim Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How did you know all of this, Jimmy 1984 © ?

I told you recently that I am going to do two things before all of MORIANITY closes out forever. First, I'll make and devote an entire chapter to my mother's nightmare story that led to her FIRST eyelash brush distance with death in 1976, and that pertains to good old FIREFOX-BABYLON; with or without any of these future quests, searches, or ironies of parkway driveway's, and so on and so forth; and also, tell some real powerhouse details, about a subject called by me, REALITY-3. This will now begin the latter, as the former would take a couple hours of my slow typing, from my mom's old notes that, like my daughter's phone tapes, miraculously made it down here with me to Florida, on that wild blizzard wintry night up in Jersey, in middle December of 2009.

You cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told, over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean's Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump. Aniwho, YO, parallel event as I heard about this item for the very first time as a teenager, was put to me and described almost verbatim to what I'll now type in here. In baseball statistics, some statisticians have observed correlations between items in baseball and items with seemingly no possible connection to the sport; yet they can be statistically and mathematically plotted on a graph, with bizarre patterns that would defy random chance. In an example cited that this went on to discuss, somebody observed who was a recognized expert statistician, that if it rains more or less than a certain number of inches in a past year in Johannesburg, South Africa, the N.L. wins at the end of the new season, and moves into the World Series. This does not mean it shows as a 100%, but a very high above what you would potentially believe to be about a 50-50 odds chance. Now, this is no easy task to really seriously graph and plot and follow, as we would require something with a very large amount of data to be analyzed, and baseball and weather records, somewhat old as they both may appear to be, both over 100 yeas; this is but a drop in the proverbial water bucket. When I make a roulette system, I do not even start to seriously graph winning and losing game results, until a minimum of 100 with a zero after it amount of games, yes 1000 games minimum. Still, this is no large number for any kind of statistical equation to be analyzed. Now moving this still further, in 1986, I discovered, with the help of what wiccans call the Triple-Goddess, 'MDE' (mother-daughter-electron), as I know this force to be, to the very best of my wisdom in present human STM; but I learned that parallel-event could be applied to the gaming roulette numbers, by taking the 36 non-house numbers, dividing them into the three parameters of black or red, odd or even, and 1-18 or 19-36, and then playing two of these groupings off against the remaining one on a future next spun wheel outcome. I experimented with this, and sure enough after 2,000 games that I played between December of 1985 and the end of February in 1986, I had seen that there was a 57/43 seemingly endless positive advantage to using this, minus the 5.26 percent house advantage that's built into the game of roulette, legally of course, by way of the usage of two green house numbers of zero and double zero. This tiny little remainder does not seem to some amateur players at quick glance, to be real largely impressive; but real professionals know what a 7 minus 5.26 positive advantage percentage endlessly, really can do to any gaming situation. This is an endless PAP of 1.74%. Players using black hundred dollar level play chips can make just a dozen or two units per week and walk away with close to 10 thousand dollar monthly incomes, minus of course the monies owned to my seventh grand pappy, Samuel Huntington, and AKA our wonderful (Uncle-Sam)! But this is just the start of things, as REALITY-THREE is the powerful idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event of various items, all works exactly the way that it does. Just why is the PE (Parallel-Event) in Roulette, without the house edge factored in and using the non-green 36 player numbers, what it is, to quote the great and late DAWN-MARIE DISHKING???????????????? Well B4U drop and give me 20 Spaghetti Bowls, or any wild 'BLACKS IN THE MILITARY' 1983 DRUMBEATS OF (STM) SPACE-TIME-MIND; let me not strip the gears here, and clutch in a bit and stay on point with this, as this is real powerful shit; and a man named Raymond Young, back in 1988; knew the potential true awesome inconceivable power, that is behind all of these totally surreal forces; and yes, I had phone taped conversations of him and me in 1988, and many other things as well, miss Lee; but now either the great and mighty FIBBIES are in possession of this, or else, the great powerful '~~FAMILY', I don't dare get 2 cute here, good folks or my kid will have my freaking head on a dam pike!!!!!!!!!! Yes, why indeed, does PE work as it does, and do what it does, and is what it is, OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS? Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will indeed begin to get told about this, as we approach the final days of the writings of MORIANITY. For right now, I will leave my wonderful L-4 viewers with this following tid bit morsel and taste of things to be banquet feasted upon before the end does indeed soon come with all of this. First, it cannot be over simplified, and it will take some thought to wrap your heads around the very basic explanations of REALITY-3, so be forewarned of that much right here and right now, lovely gorgeous LU-LOO. Then, know this. If you were at all mind blown with the weaving and the breadcrumbs, the Exploratronic Supermind and type-3-exploratrons, and Space-Time-Mind, and dreams and truths about all five transdimensional existences all interconnecting and commingling together in ways that break most brains into smashed pretzels; all I can say then in good conscience now is; just wait until I start getting into all of this, and I'll do my dam utmost best, to keep it fifth grade, and use small little words; but it will take you on a journey no matter what happens, where you all just may not want to go, so be prepared to hear some real super Mike Tyson style punching and ear biting powerful truths and shit that goes far beyond the concept of even things like light speed squared, or my dad and his pal 'AE' a long while ago. For now, folks; I really hope I was able to entertain you, and whet your appetites just a bit for this day. See you all a little bit later on, good folks. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So now let me get right to the topic of computers, and tell the first of three secrets, to my wonderful nice believers out here. All others, relax, enjoy, laugh, have a blast; Morianity loves to have you along for the ride, so be well.

OK, my spell-checker is fine now, and later these two documents will be pasted together into one, so HA-HA-HA. Now for the first secret with computers, and then along to two really big other secrets, Mizz Terry Harbors Egghead of 2007, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A man named Clay Coins worked with me through the AARP along with lots of other not so wonderful people, as I have come to learn as time marched on. I did nothing but be kind to these folks, and as always, the enemy somehow manipulated and influenced every one of them to screw me and be mean to me after all was mother fucking cunt lapping said and done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of them were from the AARP garbage program. Good riddance to both it, and all of them. I speak of Clay, Mikey, Trinidad, Sandy, the only one who did not end up hurting me, was John. As far as I am concerned, HELL has a special place for folks who turn on nice people for no good reason and with no explanation ever given, so I sit back resting and satisfied on that, for temporary justice hoped for. I am a believer in biblical justice, as we live in a sinful evil place; and when we are wronged, then they should get a similar fucking kick in their own ass; and I totally and truly believe in BIBLICAL FUCKING JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, back to Clay. The computer I am typing on was bought by him from the local Fort Pierce, Florida Walmart, right off of the Okay-2-Choke-Me exit of I-95, back in the beginning of twenty-eleven. I paid him in monthly installments until it was paid for. We originally had planned to do day trading on the stock market. I am the one person who way more than not, can tell you which way the DJIA prices are going to go, as it directly parallel-events my life, for cosmic reasons that go beyond what I currently admit to totally understanding, and can only call it a part of a great mystery in cosmos known as REALITY-3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Clay told me to go and talk to the owners of a computer store shortly after this purchase, a little shop on Route One near the freight trail railroad tracks that cross over the highway near the Fort Pierce Hess gasoline station. There are two dudes in there, and Clay thinks he spoke with the older one, and my luck, I got the young geek total ass-wipe fella, who treated me like total shit, would not help me; and I ended up walking out of the store, totally unaided, and looking back; this was a total fucking payoff kibosh job, like BonJovi Avalon Studio; and all else in my miserable mother fucking Huntington Cursed life of HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This dirt bag geek told me a vicious lie, my wonderful believers out here, VICIOUS!!!! He said there is a federal law, where you need to have an account with a minimum trading balance of 100,000 dollars, in place now; with the market being this volatile and troublesome, since the 2008 decline; that I told all of you then, was a big joke; that it would all come right back after that day of death-persecution given to me by TRUMP and EVIL EMPIRE WOMO ENEMIES, that day on my way into my job at Cifaloglio with the huge motorcycle and aerial attack simultaneously, near the Hammonton Ice Hockey Rink, just west at the traffic light, at Bellevue Avenue that becomes Route 206, after you pass Hammonton to the north, and to the south it is 54, if my memory is not being hacked, and I am never sure anymore of all the hyperspace effects and the mind hacking of the McGuire family crew of Magicbulletville!!! When I cashed my IRS tax refund check the other day, I checked on two things by speaking to the Branch Manager. He told me that my WOW BANK trucks are used to service office parties, and do certain things that recently were all moved to other areas, outside of Fort Pierce; so no need for the trucks to be parked outside there any more, and I was telling him how much they made me feel at home, as I am not a true Floridian, and miss home, and my WOW trucks back at my bank, the Hammonton, New Jersey Branch had a lot of them, and so did the Mount Laurel Main Office right opposite the place I worked security duty before nine eleven hit, in 2001, on Atrium Way, in the Industrial Park on the other side of town from where I did my horrible time in 1987 and into 1988, for Guardsmark Security, on Gaither road, at the American Honda Plant; and where all of my nightmares began, with the MONSTER CHEMTRAILING ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So this is why no more WOW trucks, for no reason he knew of, the original plan was changed, so I would not ever get to see my wonderful fucking WOW trucks parked there any more, but the real thing is that he told me absolutely, there is no federal law such as what this ass hole enemy computer geek had told me back around two years ago in early 2011. But if you think you have heard all the monster ass shit being done to me since the fucking cunt eating day that I was born on this miserable Earth as MARK WAYNE MOHR, think again please, kind believers!!!!!!!! When I recently spoke to Debbie Marotto, my PHA Resident Manager, and this may get me evicted in clever ways, but I cannot worry about it, and so I am tattle-tailing here, Mister Bob Cheatley Patterson, and just as you told me back in Elvis Presley resurrection secrets days of 1984, about how local, state, and federal governments destroyed your life when you learn certain secrets of theirs, and now seemingly, since we have crossed paths perhaps; my poor ass mother-fucking life as well, but yes; the Public Housing Authority (PHA) is behind making me miserable, and has done all of this to me, otherwise, go ahead, just rationally fucking explain to me how what I now am about to tell you all folks, could be happening, if I am so wrong and have all of this so misjudged, inside my sick twisted paranoid pathetic little fucking head, YO! Please, I welcome it, BRING IT, tell me, but 4 right now peeps, let me tell all of you, just what I learned. It seems that Debbie knows that those that damaged my automobile and blasted a subwoofer until they were made to stop that, and still mess with me and make all kinds of illegal after hours loud noises; are part of the Fort Pierce Drug Culture, gee like really? Anyway, I mean, 'dealing', and the big stuff; not small nick bag using. In any event, Debbie wanted to run a DRUG-DOG up and down the hallways of the building, and asked her boss in the PH Authority upon numerous times if she could bring one in, and very mysteriously, she has been told, Miss Pam Bondi, Florida State Attorney General, “No, I do not want you to do this”, quote, end of quote. Oh yes, my believers, tell me you cry for me at least once a year, please. I know I cry on a daily basis with what this evil monstrous fucking WOMO-MILITUFORCE EVIL EMPIRE has done to me, ever since the early and middle eighties; and really my entire mother fucking lifetime. There are other secrets just this big, and bigger; bigger even than all of these three, and bigger if you can imagine the ego crush of even my great awesome oldest kid. Yes, on and on I could go; but even I know when to shut the fuck up, for one blog, and one day. But now with a fifteen fucking thousand Dow Jones to deal with, I AM FUCKING FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING POOR LITTLE DISEASED TWISTED SCREWED UP PATHETIC POWERLESS LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME WORLD FUCKING COURT, AT THE HAGUE, YO!

I get 5-10 death-android (ANGEL) attacks daily, and have been getting them on this incredible frequent visitation schedule for years now, it's only, as 'Dice's' enemy would say, 'getting worse', on my kid's great movie. In fact, I feel as if this great L&O future DA, could be speaking directly to me on that event, things are just progressing endlessly worse and fucking worse and fucking worse, and fucking worse! If there is a god and I know there isn't, not any kind of god I could ever give a shit about after all of this fucking hell done to me; well, if there is, screw you. BUT, thank you DIANA for coming to me yesterday afternoon late, when I really really freaking needed you, you must have really known, as I was seriously thinking of jumping in front of the local freight train later, and try to commit suicide again, for the nine millionth fucking time now, not that hell is a condition that ever can be mother fucking escaped from. WOW, trucks or no trucks, I should fucking ass know, good folks, and wonderful lovely believers. Thank you 4 putting up with me and my moods, and staying here with Morianity, YO, I love you all, be safe, be well, and do not anger the great Paula King, as did poor Regis Philbin that day at WAYV at Roofdog Radio next to the Levy Lifeguard Baywatch Tower of the east, AKA North-Central Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I am totally used to the klutz outs, the ones attacks, the death angel attacks of sir Morty Mortino dirt-bag, and so much more, the endless lies, broken promises, rip offs and con jobs, that makes up the unfathomable fucking cock sucking miserable life of one Mark Wayne Pathetic Mohr, so woe with me, huh, Sarah Krassle, my endless wild Goddess from eternity. I will live forever, and never figure you out! Oh well, YOU GO GIRL, and 'HAY' to Cuzz Leticia of the Harbor!!

MORIANITY-PART FIVE-CHAPTER 00063 continues on!

First, on the BLOGGER website, there were two CHAPTER 60 BLOGS, one was A one was B, only they were not labeled as such on any printed matter, merely saying that one of these blogs was CHAPTER 00060, THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS OR NEITHER. This would be the B-Blog, the one dedicated to a woman of the seventeen hundreds, by the name of Marie Callio. No one need be concerned with this, just clearing up a little query in the minds of perhaps, a few of my viewers.

These ass wipe nabes go in and out all night long, but are closing the doors quietly. I think that even though my resident manager told me she could not tell them anything, that she did so anyway, or why else, at least are the doors for a little while anyway, a bit quieter. It sure is not because they grow any kind of a conscience or become at all considerate towards their honky neighbor. Still, I have a little message for my kindly associate, as I feel as a resident of Florida, I can consider myself to be just that, and this would be a powerful message, one that may get me cleverly evicted from my apartment, and you know, if it does, well, then that is the fate of the gods telling me to go back up to Jersey and back home where I belong, hellish as life was there for me or not. Of course, I could be making this up, and many think I have made up all of morianity in hopes of attracting attention or becoming a successful or recognized person of society. Folks, even I am not that much of a retarded moron. You do not write a blog like mine, if your fucking motive and goal is to become rich and famous, or some respected pillar of some community. This always was and has been and will be, a blog screaming out for help, to anyone willing to listen. So far a few have finally listened, none have offered to help and are most likely in no position whatsoever to offer any. Still, as told on many blogs now for a very long time, money is not what I need, nor is it sex, the two most desired things of normal men, but in my case, basically worthless commodities. It's like moving. No matter where I ever go, the force moves with me and into the new peeps surrounding me, and makes me continually experience a never ending hell interaction, and it is not of my doing, nor is it imagined. Same thing with a lot of sudden windfall. If I was suddenly willed ten mill by a rich relative who dies, guess how long it will take my MILITUFORCE enemies to one way or the other, totally separate me from every penny of it? Not long at all, is the correct answer, folks, and no matter how hard I would try to not let that happen, IT WOULD. My need is for some small group to believe my story is all real and true and in no way a delusion, and to then offer to join with me, to try and see if this force cannot be fought and maybe even totally exposed someday, as there is power in numbers, and that much I will give to the great philosopher of 1969, Misses Know-it-all Marola, of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG.

For a little while, I will not be posting a lot of bells and whistles. I got a bit carried away after teaching myself how to do as much as I did, with no help whatsoever from a single soul who I cried out to for years. People in all honesty, really are a bunch of self righteous, arrogant, selfish, evil, uncaring bastards, and if you need them, they will not be there for you, or maybe under this family curse I should speak only for myself and say and restate, that they sure absolutely have not been, nor will they seemingly ever be, there for me, in any capacity whatsoever, and even when you need them the very most. I am seriously thinking of altering my name legally soon, to Randy Van-warmer ll. Why not peeps, it is fitting, and if you do not remember or know of the 1979 songs, then ask a parent or older person, and let them play it to you, so then you'll start to get where I am coming from with these words.

Yes, for a while, there will not be lots of wild bells and whistles on my blogs, but there will be some pasting in of stuff from other past posts and prior blogs, and you will get quite a mind blowing shock before you read the next half dozen or so of these writings. I happen to know a powerful secret. There is no real time significance and nothing is really in any order. No matter how you scramble and jumble up pieces from your life, my life, any life; it all comes out in a way that will in time if you keep an open mind, reveal this shocking truth to you all, that indeed, there is no real order to a thing, and that it is merely and only your conscious-mind, that forces things into a linear timeline and order of event chronology. In higher truth, you can bounce out of regular-time and go from January 8 to October 3, to August 22, to February 26, to December 12, to July 19, and so forth, and in the very long run, and whether you want to scream at me that I am either a liar or a total loony, I'm here to tell you, that nothing would be different in any of our lives, and when you eventually start to even see a tiny spark within this flame of major truth being given you now as precious as if I was giving you sold heavy gold bars, you will wake up and become a true being while still alive and awake in body and in caporial material tangible human life. You will then begin to live with the great Marilyn McCoo, in the fifth dimension. Out of all the things in the world, why did this group choose this name back in the sixties? Why did they have their part in that Broadway Musical Play called, “HAIR”? Why did Disco diva Donna Summer do her own version of it in Munich, Germany as a young teen before making it big in the music bizz? It all fits, just as all the things all fit with ISISCYLLA, and all the 7.4 years of my blogs now, all of it all fits, as all things cannot help but to freaking fit, ladies and gentlemen.

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:

Friday, September 22, 2006

Morianity Bible

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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced....................

I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the scrip of prior writings, as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS F A I L S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER,RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO,FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Chapter 01 Daring To Know
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Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some conspiracy theorists call KEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds chicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous
Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be
used by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by
the great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me since
10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2 lightning
goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on this human
realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on dream or astral
realms, and even beyond into unfathomably by homosapiens of this darling
little planet. You could never know the wrath of these powerful beings until
you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty they are, and what
they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that no one would ever
choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them, on risk of punitation
that goes far beyond your concept of death and destruction, first and foremost,
weather on this Earth has not been naturally occurring on any real level since
the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is made from jet trails that some
conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These deadly vapor trails are not what
they were before the mid 1980's, when they were legitimate propane fumes
resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city to city. They quickly evaporated,
dispersed into invisibility, and were gone. Now, and for 2 decades now, they
turn into big wide creepy looking smokey vapors, and eventually, if you have
patience to watch this horror, you will observe that a clear blue sky will go
from beautiful to nothing more than an entire gray and ugly mess, hence,
changing the entire weather pattern over an entire area, area after area,
until eventually, these clouds chicken and turn darker. From this rain will
fall, and storms and patterns of numerous weather conditions develop around
the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would
exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel
meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together
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I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.

You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becoming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told school-board authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.

What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades, I've gone through total bat-biting HELL with this total crap. They have created a game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. As totally off the wall and ludicrous as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a copper-top battery, and as I speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever, like religious stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, after-all, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
kill-time so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the Romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all our bits and bytes and matrix's and any such
foolishness of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshole of the day
club- president and chief executive officer. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful, a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sick-ass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassment, join other conspiracy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cyber-sufferers.

Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of reckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a Freemason named Jonathon Schau. Everything in the book by Dan Brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from David straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW, grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual event that occurred, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsense in Ammityville, Long Island, New York.

I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this time.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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Chapter 03 Ending Of The Old Testament
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I am under constant continuous covert harassment by forces and entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age and more complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do more than sit on judgment thrones. They have an incredible ability and that is totally
misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups
and mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are sitting a
movie theater of life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly what
they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional existences to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping or
beating them. They can make you totally fail at everything, no matter how
meticulously you plan and execute your movements.

For 20 years they have persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict my
extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If I told u that all the top secret Bluebook answers are nothing like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies in their power of Ettos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as 'isness of being' or soul existence, simply exist. Time and space is pure illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become endangered. Separation of church and state are of course important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of
what is really going on for example the 'ufo situation', would wipe out the
organized worldly religions, and with that done, state control over the population is out the door as well.

Whether saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as
meaningless as one particular day in grammar school is to Colin Powell during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government], as well as OTHEREALMERS the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both the 'CONTROLLERS' married in separate beds so to speak, is that as general population gets more and more onto reality and what it really is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace interaction, the opposite polarity to zero dimensional existence at infinity.

I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know
that while you live physically, all that is happening is that you are for lack
of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U are
permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint real
my friend.

Should Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so
called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
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Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension
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Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual
interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and
downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and
with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is
occurring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left
and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world
stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the
70"s as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program,
intelligent single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you
will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and
while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever
imagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could
walk, then later still, Jesus-Holy-Moses, u could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself
beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th
dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could
move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to run"
situation.

Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an
entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject
only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation, time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream sequences or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on addinfinitem.

One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep,
hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later
as the child, to run:No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up for the return ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio with the
one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME OF
DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H E L L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and viscous mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u is beyond unconscionable and horrific, it is more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs hurling right down our throats every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awesome awful and unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATEA AND SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO, OR SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, and it is called PARALLEL EVENT, the greatest kept secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams and the Dow Jones stock market system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when Phillies
lose, Flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , Flyers lose, and
Phillies win. when my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the market and Flyers hot and the poor Phillies forever crushed, they constantly make my freaking life a total total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E LL !!!!!!!!!!!! I have been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but scummy gods operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege by the CIA,NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS, which is not existing under same name but is the old presidents secret service, all these people have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason
for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises
to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants,
congressman's assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to
send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to
them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major
military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those
around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!! ===============================================================================Tuesday, April 04, 2006 Chapter 5

They Cannot Be Shamed, Can Any Of U?
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Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
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OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the "spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S K E M T R A I L S
w a k e u p p e o p l e !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND.
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2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
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And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no
not a spider, but a super loud piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existence, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as 'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I ain't got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, M E-------------------------that's M E, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or
referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a tellin it like it is.
===============================================================================Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSCUM,
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Again it is the 2nd day of may, a time each year when my dirt-bag fiends and
foes love to turn up the torment and torture of a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY
LIFE A F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my
revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know they
want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the
TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch
of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV
as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back
around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went
driving down streets of the city with the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche
ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop
signs. He had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE,
EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real funny to these miserable
hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or
so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid
eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and
there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO
TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH
THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B L A C K B R O T H E R H O O D to whom previously
I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!!
Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the
GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers
tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer
any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret
they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-
atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology,
[Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am
not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those
million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that only I know how to
assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the
list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit
out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and
put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u wish u could pick
lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won't deny it for a nano-minute.
New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret
dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look
at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND
I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: WWW.FIREDOGLAKE.COM , AND
WWW.gadfly01.blogspot.com , go here and learn more wild things, meanwhile, if
I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life-
changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want
the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it
alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your
waters do off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u, even
in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive
over those RR tracks, "I don't think I can go for any of that". Remember I
can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in
the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond,
shame on u, u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE
BIG BLACK BIRDS, THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
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Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time.

WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3

Friday, August 25, 2006

Morianity Bible The Epilogue

Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when mister Lewis and mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.

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Well, the stock market is flying at right up around all time record highs, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD AFTER RECEIVING ALL THIS PERSECUTION AND DEMONIC HARASSMENT, and the FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, and the PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, just as I told everybody that this was all indeed going to freaking happen, YO.

Thank you so much for coming to me yesterday, DIANA, with your wonderful awesome colorful ravishingly beautiful lightning, my endless love. Don't ever let their persecution of me stop you from coming around because I freaking need you so much my wonderful electron, and have all throughout this horrific endless infinite eternal interaction that I am stuck in, with awareness to it.

No one on this puny dark-age planet has a miniscule clue what it's like to live with this awareness, as well as the total awareness to higher realities that would literally blow all of you away in ten seconds if you were hit with this all at once. I am no exception, with me however, this was a long steady, tedious process of coming to know stuff that no awake mortal should ever be forced to contain in his or her conscious awareness. When even the smallest amount of this starts to surface or even dreams begin to be remembered and put together, it can cause persons to act in all kinds of off the wall ways. The simple fact is that all throughout the history of humanity and recorded civilization, these events in smaller ways have indeed happened, and people went quite nuts, and many right now today as I speak, are locked away in booby hatches. You really think I am so ignorant, don't you Paula?

I could begin talking at any time on any given day on one of literally thousands of topics and relate from personal experiences, stuff that if any one of you out here were to read and believed even a part of these truths, would make you nuts as hell. You would go out in your car and slam into people or poles or whatever, or go off to a mall or your job with knives and on and on. This is no joke, and yet so many are naturally saying to themselves, so who are you then MOUNTAINPEN? I mean you are still here and somewhat part of society, and semi-sane enough to survive; yet you are holding hell itself, within your personal space. The two goddesses, Diana and Sarah-Stacey, have carefully done this to me in a perfectly well planned out and extremely methodical way, that the very story just to how this was accomplished along a 20-50 year time-line, humanly, would require a Tolstoy sized book all its own. That is truth. Someday, I will really tell, in new light, as all of us change whether we know it or not, minute by minute from womb to tomb, and our perceptions of the very same identical reality hence, also alters, and then magnifying this reality that with the fact that we all are living in a fast paced rapidly changing global interaction here in human consciousness, and so we must then begin to realize that we would be seeing things even without change in varying ways as we pass through time-line existence in human and awake life, and then this is ultra compounded by an extra fast changing world all around us. The best case and point in my own experiences is with this magical family, that does not even yet have awareness of its own powers in their fullness, thank the gods, literally. It began in the middle nineteen-nineties with my search for one branch of this family, in Atlantic City. All this time, including when I wrote the song entitled, “SARAH” on May 12^th in 1996, other branches as well as the Atlantic City branches, all ready remembered me from all sorts of past interactions with them, and in all kinds of various points and areas, within a somewhat regional area of perhaps high double digit mileage. This is one powerful example, and even if nothing else changed with the relationship between me and this awesome family from far beyond the stars themselves, is proof and evidence that supports my wild claims regarding how we all perceive the exact unchanged things quite differently, at different points in our lives as we move forward through the illusion of waking time world interactions of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. When I was molested at the Cornwall Avenue house in Ventnor, New Jersey, the town directly to the south of Atlantic City, America's famous playground and sin city of the East Coast, by a stuttering man named Tom Reale, I began having a series of connected or serial dreaming's at this house. The persons in this dreaming interaction identified themselves indirectly by somehow just making it known to me through that mysterious dreaming osmosis of just knowing something that all persons just about can relate to at some point in their life, as “THAT FAMILY”. This was the time in my life right after I had stopped interacting with Sarah from Atlantic City, who identified me to her friends on a few occasions as “THAT BOY”. This may seem totally not out of the ordinary, as Ann King said to me once several years back from the home of Agent Caruso, at 841 Thirteenth Street in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, “It would be natural for this girl to think of you as “THAT BOY” if you never told her your name”, which I admit to being a very private and shy person, and would never think of going up to a girl and telling her my name, not ever to this very day. I am a private person who just does not trust anybody, and totally believes that every rotten son of a bitch in the world is out to get me. I know better, and I know that this is just silly paranoia, but I have plenty of it, and will openly freaking admit it.

Now let me tell a huge secret tonight. It is old news what happened to me in 2008. There I was right smack dab in the middle of something 1000 times bigger than I had a clue about, and you all know what started to happen once I sent my 2007 musical project down to the United States Office of Copyrights, called, “Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian 18 Guardhouse”. As the silly ass title implies, I did this on a karaoke machine at my job site over a period of several lunch breaks, when no one was around, hopefully, as I tend to scream out and my singing is horrible, all you need to do to hear how rotten my voice and songs are, is to click into the attached video that will only be up until tomorrow night and then it will be gone and gone riddance, right Senator Electrocution Trophy-wife? Still my point without any further tangents or diversions, is simply that the story does tell itself, and not even the famous genius man could invent a tale like this and make it work out so perfectly for 36 months, or avenues, whatever the case may really be. I truly am sorry if I made anyone's day a little darker here or there, but is what is happening with me a fair punishment? Even Hitler was allowed to simply die, and I would be glad to be put to death, any time. I only wish I could go to Tallahassee and die in the electric chair, and be forever with my baby blond, and never have to exist here for another minute. But reality and my wishes are never in much of an agreement, at least not over the past consistent 56 and a third years of my hellish tormented life.

None of this is the great Terry secret of the great Harbor, if I can be permitted a little pun that relates to the time when this nightmare literally grew wings and somehow in hyperspace I met a man as famous as Christopher Columbus, only in that parallel universe, he was a first cousin of a member of this powerful family, and not a 23^rd grandfather, 'the man with the eyes', the same man from 1970 in those nightmares, by the way. The secret is not what is right there for anyone to read and realize that this could in no way have all been made up, not by the craziest person on the planet or the most imaginative, all though the complement is much appreciated there 'Miss UmWell'. Some fiction honey! The biggest secrets did not take place in 1975 in the house of MC, or when I discuss the Gawnum or the Fascitar, or the Millionth Council, or anything else, from the Astral-Plane gods to the Exploratronic Supermind, an entire traveling group of “Q” types like the dude on TNG-Star Trek, if you can imagine this ultimate devastating freaking nightmare at light speed cubed. The secret right now is not about the 64 trillion light year hypersphere, the sixth dimension, upline and downline universes, World Laboratories, or anything like this. It is the simple reality of the STM. This stands for the “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. When STM is understood just a little bit, all of life and reality clear up amazingly fast. There is a rare condition discussed in the newest book in psychiatry, the bible of this discipline quite actually, the DSM-5, where a patient begins to believe the 'delusion' that he or she is the only real thing, and that the entire world and everyone in it is just sort of like Hollywood (EXTRA's), and you are sort of as a rat that is inside of a very large cage, being secretly observed and studied. Unfortunately, everyone of us could actually make this claim, and it would be the most real thing outside of the void itself as it gets. This is not to say that the exact way that this psychotic feature of paranoid delusion works in the mind of a disturbed mental patient is truth, as it applies equally to every one of us, through the magic and awesome power of both STM and the precise mechanics of how previous closed curved infinities manage to eventually blast themselves literally out of the void and into existors or LAWTRONS. The interaction of Lawtrons and Space-Time-Mind, is the magic key, and some day I'll attempt to 'do the unthinkable', and try and explain some of this, after-all it beats throwing tables into someone's face, and before doing that, making contact with Jennifer L. Hewitt, as this would be a necessity now, if I may be Heinz Babylon Gottwald 'permitted' one more whittle funny pun here, Whaaaaaaaaa.

A god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not yet telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let me do that, and then after that; let us see if the world is still spinning around by this time tomorrow, after I print these words, that somebody is fighting against with strength and power that defies and eludes my frail tiny imagination, maxed out times a vigintillion power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do anything, I must remind my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM. You can most likely GOOGLE it up, but for the lazier folks who refuse to do it, because I am just not that important, then I will tell them just a little bit of it quickly. All letters have an order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C is 3. D is 4. This goes all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM ROOT NUMBERS. To find them, you need two things. First, how many letters are there in the item, and second, what is the total amount of letter value? Let us use the three combined words for example, of the song that seemingly started all of this nightmare for me, back in August of 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters in this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123. Don't die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light. Now as with all of numerological truth, any number that has more than one digit, is added up until it only has one digit, and there are only nine, and no zero will exist if you perform this task. So the first number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 12. The second number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your total letter value, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 123. So the first number is a 12, and the second number is a 123. Adding these up until it is only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6. So the GAWNUM ROOT of the three words, 'REAL GOOD GIRL' is 36. Now the third digit in a PCN is always the difference between the larger and the smaller numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the GAWNUM ROOT '36' is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of the country that you were legally born in, don't start trouble Mister Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the last name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely the Christian name and the Sir name, nothing else. Now to see if any two things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two PCN's up, and get a PCNT, the 'T' is TOTAL. If at least one digit exists in the PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making up that sum total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then they are not GC. This does not reflect a positive or a negative reality, but merely that a potential cosmic compatibility exists, or does not exist, for all of the many virtually countless realities; that fit into 81 root number systems from 11-99 with no zeros. The only zeros that exist in the GAWNUM, are in the third digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT DIGITS are the same, hence GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes PCN-770, and so forth. Only nine out of the eighty-one roots produce a zero. When you wish to ask a question, you can think silently about your question, while doing any of several things with playing cards or dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for ace through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total of 36 cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a card out, think of just your question and do not let any other thoughts creep into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT DIGIT after your first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the shuffle, rethink the question, and begin to select another card at total random. Then write that down. As with me tonight, I asked why my horrible day happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and my second pick was an ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was 312. You can take a million things that have meaning and significance to you in your own personal life and create your own match list book on all 81 of the roots, or all 81 Private Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN's). There are other things to learn such as branchcodes, and more; but this will suffice for now, as an updated reexplained 'HOW TO' for operating the GAWNUM in you personal lives. Don't blame me if you die of shock, as you develop skill in working this. You can eventually potentially reach omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not be perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great master, Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical masters, and music professionals know these truths. As I speak, and it has been going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in and out a lot with hall talking and doors, and it is close to one in the morning. Living poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I wouldn't care, if it were not for the fact that I have been robbed over and over, especially of much of my intellectual property over the past 35 years or more. People really are, just as Lex Loo Thor said, on the great original Superman movie; “NO DAM GOOD”. There are always those treasured few, praise the Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a man deliver his baby, I'll believe the creator force is male in gender, and not until; there is no logic to that nonsense. FEMALES are the CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth, and outright fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a billion theories, and they have never experimented with any of it in the real world, in the ways that I have; yet they remain the great EXPERTS, and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn't have a clue what he is talking about. Fine. Cool. 'Whatever', old pal, Bob Andrews, back in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to 1983, some one or some thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was driving me beyond insane, and only the mighty AT&T Corporation knows these truths, and the CIA and NSA, I would suspect as well. Not even corporate giants can keep secrets as big as goddess's numerous secret incarnations, from these federal giants, that basically are sort of one and the same thing with the fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply call this, the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever used that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used it, and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted time and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with this topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg Harbor would like it told, I would probably be in a building that would be burned to the ground before the dawn comes later on. Stranger things have happened, of course, as I do not seem to be able to be effected by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep waking up from what I thought was the end, only to find out it was a dream. This has happened way too many times for me not to know that this is being done by way of a future technology called, LTDDT, Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor Carey; I hope you will not hate me too much for printing the words that I do honestly believe, you are consciously, or maybe unconsciously, preventing me from being able to display the entire song in a public arena. There is no way around explaining that machine, or those endlessly recurring 'dreams' of me and Egg Harbor City, all throughout my life from the days I worked at the RPL Studio, until a few years before I met the great TAWF, or 'THAT FAMILY', as I used to call them even back as far as the great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Well we could type on forever and not tell the story as it can never all be properly told. But those in the know will read the song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know. I had no way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle Herself, could have done all of this. I know that she was here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years. Then she popped out of existence, just as mysteriously as she popped into it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“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.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. Of course this is merely print, and we are not so blessed with Doctor Carey and her heavenly voice, to do the song here on this blog. But then, that seems to be what things have been about now for a while, maybe for nearly thirty years. Where are you when I need you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN????????????????????

It is always an interesting next few days, buttwipe Mark, get with it, YO.

If GODDESS had a four digit number that best represented the biblical Jehovah, it would be 1984, based on the fact mathematically that 3 and 4 are her numbers that build into everything, as well as the fact that both addition and multiplication are the additions in math, as opposed to subtraction and division being the subtractions, or put still another way, increase verses decrease. 3 plus 4 is 7 and 3 times 4 is 12. Now this 3 and 4 stages up to the next increase level of 7 and 12. Again we both add and multiply to reach the third level, and 3 representing this third level is where things all start, the word of TRINITY, and the scientific truth that atoms have three large subatomic particles, and in three types, proton, neutron, electron. So to get to level three, again 7 plus 12 is 19 and 7 times 12 is 84. So we end up on STAGE-3 with a 19 and an 84, as in (1984), and this year was when things happened, that have no rational explanation in a billion years. She was in a powerful dreaming-interaction with me during the day of the first of May in 2013. I cannot tell it all, she came as all three of her personalities and that much I will tell, telling me to tell on the blogs, the three secrets, and so I have, as she said for me to do. I told the lie, I told the changed schedule at the bank, and I told how no drug dogs would ever patrol the hallways here where I reside, and gee, I wonder why, and whose pocket the freaking PHA is in locally down here, most likely, jerk off scowl face Trump's. This dude hates me so much that he can taste my blood in his mouth every single rotten fucking day.

I JUST TOOK A MAJOR SIEGE THAT HAS NOT HAPPENED IN A WHILE, AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, I TAKE THE LANDLINE TELEPHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TALK TO GODDESS DIANA OR THE ELECTRON, AT NIGHT, MANY TIMES GOING INTO TRANCE, WHILE SHE IS WITH ME IN THIS MANNER. EVERY SO OFTEN, THE DISEASED AND VERY TWISTED EVIL WOMO-MILITUFORCE, BREAKS MY CONNECTION, THAT IF ROACH PHONE PEDERSEN WAS SO ALL MIGHTY CORRECT IN ALL HIS WISDOMS; COULD NOT HAPPEN, ONLY IT DOES, AND IN REGULAR INTERVALS, NOT PRECISE, BUT DEFINITELY EVERY SO OFTEN; AND THIS RIGHT NOW, WAS ONE OF THOSE TIMES; SO IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT I COUNTER STRIKE. I'LL DO THIS BY TELLING MAJOR INFORMATION.

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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.

Then there was yesterday, and now there is today, nothing ever changes L-4 and my wonderful true 'believers'!!!!!!!!

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.

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 their cellar. So, do you 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 7^th 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!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 63 FOLKS.

**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**

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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”

BUT TO WHERE, AS MY HELL IS ENDLESS?

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly. Click below, YO!!

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THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:

Rotten or not, I am a tune-smith by trade, amateur or not, and legally, I may be in error, as I have collected royalties on airplay from late last century into early in this century as a BMI registered writer. In any case, I could care totally less about any of this, I am in the eternity game, not by choice, and by inescapable conditions. As a tune-smith, I should be of all people, able to therefore, 'change my tune'. I speak of things in life, not music, and will gladly explain this a little better for any of you scratching your heads and saying, what now, butt wipe? I have been addressing the majority of my viewers, and not the minority. 90% enjoy this blog but believe totally and 100%, that the Mountainpen is crazier than a fruit cake on top of a coo-coo bird's beak. That is fine and well, and your business, but why focus on those who are merely enjoying my blogs, as opposed to the few out here who I have come to realize, do in fact believe me and in me, and once upon a time a while ago, so did my wonderful oldest daughter, but that was quite a while back. Still, she'll relate in ways we both know and I will need to stay silent and subtle here, but on what I now will mention. In my last days in Mister Mackey's special education class, in January of 1972 when strange things were going on that led to this entire huge mess, we had a student teacher, a young female, who Dan Mackey gave a failing grade to, for not knowing the proper way to teach special-ed, and for that matter; any class of occasional unruly children and teens, same diff. She kept focusing her attention on the one young male student who was extremely disruptive, rather than do a ''other PP'', oh I said I'll be more subtle, sorry. In any event, this all applies right here and right now, lovely LOO, on these blogs, and my MISSION since the start of 2006; to both get my true story of my life journal and my real life, OUT TO THE PUBLIC FORUM, and also, TO OBTAIN HOPEFULLY, EVENTUALLY; A HELPFUL SMALL CHOSEN FEW, sort of like 2000 years ago with the followers of a far greater dude than I could ever imagine myself to be times a quadrillion, yet still; the freaking principle is the same. Let me elaborate some more, and change the atmosphere, so as not to bore anyone; not leaving the topic, merely adding a few extra dimensions to it, such as depth and delay and reverberation do to the combinations of twelve perfectly balanced semitones AKA the musical octave. Allow me or as my Uncle Heinz up on the great island put it so well in December of 1972, “PERMIT ME” to show you what I mean.

I have been saying shit for a long time, throughout all my blogs, along the lines of, 'well, don't believe me', or 'I know you think I'm a nut', and all sorts of similar phrases. I am addressing, as did this failed student teacher of those same uncle Heinz Gottwalt days, with my pal Bob McDowell who did grow up and become the man that Daniel Mackey always wanted him to be; but aside from all of that; I am sitting here all these years, playing this losers tune of woe, that concentrates on the majority of peeps who laugh and secretly or inwardly make fun of me. That is all cool with me; the last thing I would ever want to do is to take freedom and rights away from a single soul. Still, I too have these same rights, and my blogs are a mission to get me some help eventually in this gigantic mess, so why am I therefore NOT concentrating on the small group out here that DOES BELIEVE, at least the majority of my story, and my troubles? Well, that is a perfectly good question to ask. I am asking it right now of own freaking self, YO. Speaking of classes and school, be it special or regular type of education systems, the average public school classes when cities and small towns and all USA schools not private or religious oriented, are factored and averaged all up together, are about the size of my estimated BLOGAUD or regular viewing audience. I believe this number to be right around 33, a special number for the MASONS, and a special number for the electricians, right Witchcraft Joe, of Mac Andrews & Forbes Company? Again, peeps, there is no real start to any of the wild things that these nearly seven a half years of blogs have reported under voluntary legal oath as true and accurate to the best of my awareness and waking world knowledge. So that thing I just said with Joe, and Browning Road, with the brother of the great SSJKK, and on we could go until ALL OF the CALLIO's and the AT&T CALL-TEN Club come back from pasture, or go out into it, whichever might just come first in the illusion of the great STM; is not a starting point of anything in my horrendous personal life situation, not by any means at all. Aniwho, powerful future stereos of 'Krasse's brother', and wall slams from the powerful gods of the Astral-Plane, and other nightmarish garbage all notwithstanding; may connect into tubular inventions, and both of my semi hyper space daughters, and we all live in fifth dimensional McCoo hyper space by the way, it is all around us even though we only consciously while awake perceive and live within three fifths of this reality and is why the average human, from baby through last breath, averages three fifths of their life awake or not 'asleep', and this doesn't start to touch other similarities and otherwise not 'other side' connected situations, sorry for the prior blog typo. Interesting typo though, right, and aren't many of my typos? Quite interesting, to say the very least, L-4? Still the scoffers give me way to much credit to think that I could intentionally pull off such a wild huge scale con scam, but thanx indeed for the gargantuan sized freaking complement, as I rarely get massive amounts of credit or complements, even though we all in power out there know just who is really behind 95% of every single thing happening in the world today. If this makes me the ultimate candidate for Carly Simon's old rock tune, so be it. I am proud to tell the truth, just as I am proud of MC; whatever the real total absolute situation behind all of this ever is, and I feel that none of us can ever be privy to that; it is just too sealed, and locked up, within her great and all mighty cosmic game. Naturally, she keeps it sealed from even her own self, that's a given. Any real master of video-games has long put this wild strategy together, and are all smart enough to shut the hell up about it. But today, with a raging bull market that I have been told hit 15,000 the other day, and so is probably now on its way to 16, 17, 20, 30, and so on, JUST LIKE I TOLD ALL OF YOU OUT HERE ALL YEAR LONG AND EVEN BEFORE 2013 EVER GOT HERE, IT IS ALL RIGHT THERE ON MY BLOGS, SO ARCHIVE AND READ, GOOD FOLKS; it is now time for me to tell some really huge ass fucking secrets. I have no choice, as Barnabas Collins said to that adorable blond girl on DARK SHITHOLES of shipped K-Mart products, Uncle Cuzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, TV ad spots are getting better and better. It is ashame that stupid fucking lizard has to keep spoiling shit for the rest of the scene. I would so love to step right on that worm's ugly mother fucking brains, and hear the great GEICO SQUISH!!!!! Eat that one up, Ed Himacane Billboard Lynch, of New Jersey, AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!!!!! Aniwho, let me start addressing the few who DO believe, and cut out my many spiels of, “go ahead and think I'm a jerk off crazy”, and stuff like this; as this is just playing to the unruly child in the classroom, when I need to be focusing all of my freaking attention on securing some eventual help from some future and yet unimagined person or persons. This 'may' never happen, but IT 'WILL' never happen, if I just ignore the potential few who might help me some day, in some way; and play to the majority of those scoffing at me, and just getting a buzz-kill roar aisle rolling laugh attack at my blogs, as I won't lie, even I when calmer, will read the angry ones back, and laugh like hell at myself, and my immature rotten behavior from time to time. I know it is way over the freaking top, and am 'very very very' sorry, Ingrid, and all others. So good few who do believe the majority of my words, I now anoint you with a quick name for reference sake only, a name religious folks know and love and use down the centuries, and one that makes perfect Bruce Allan Pennock-1973 sense, “BELIEVERS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now please don't get me wrong people, I love diversity no matter what, and welcome all of it and more. If you hate my Youtube stuff, thumbs down it, as up or down, it is GOOGLE ACTIVITY, as I told the person who already did this on my video at http://Youtube/paulaking2011/ and you will not hurt my feelings one bit. Put ninety-seven million thumbs down on all of it, and I will kiss you for crissake, good people! Well, my 'leacher-hackers' are alive and well, and I may have to end this fucking blog, and begin another one. You can see that they will not allow me to exit this font color, so I will try to start a new fucking paragraph.

OK, this is not working, and this hack is one of the worst in a long time, Bob McDowell, of the Federal Communications Commision, ghjfjfju 459fnq-mcvmcmp984kgjfhd. This is why lines will not go away, and why MS Spell Checker will not operate. No more posting HTTP fucking garbage ever again until I can find a real black hat geek to show me what is causing this, and who; and so I can prosecute this fucking bastard pile of shit person or persons.

WELCOME TO MORIANITY PART FIVE, L-4. PLEASE HAVE A NICE DAY, AND ENJOY YOUR READING OF THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN-----------------

MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT, here I am, so horrible and rotten, WEEEEE!!!

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http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU So click here!!!

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.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 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.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 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.

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.

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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: IT IS MY SINCERE DESIRE, MY TRANSDIMENSIONAL MUSIC WILL CAUSE NO HARM, BUT IF IT DOES, I DID NOT MAKE THIS UNIVERSE, YO!

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU So click here!!!

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.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 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.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 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.

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.

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

She is real folks, you will see when you're dead!

CONTINUATION OF TRANNY, OL' GRANNY, M-5, CH. 00065

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Something happened less than a week ago, that was not important enough to report at the time, nor after until now, due to larger frying fish, and bigger persecutions. Now I will tell this to you, and hopefully to you too, old buddy from 1972, Robert McDowell of the FCC. I like to go on my APP to check out my severe weather part. Clicking there pops up a screen where from there you can click onto other items, and until a week ago give or take, I was always able to click the spot marked, “LIGHTNING”, and it would display lovely most recent 30-minute lightning strikes in lovely purple Brewster color, Miss other land-owner, and not the Highview Cheers Apartment Complex, of Williamstown, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. Then suddenly, seeing, hearing, or Walmart Shopping, it is all frozen. The computer works and takes me to the lightning map, but the data itself has been hack-frozen. It has not moved in about a week. If this is just happening to my APP, then this is a total fucking violation of my freedoms and rights under the laws of this so-called 'great-land'! I just got around to mentioning this because as you have observed on recently posted blogs, I have been somewhat otherwise mother fucking engaged in a place called Hell, AKA BULLSHIT CITY, or just DOGTOWN, out in the fucking PERG, which technically is any and all places that surround the great condition-interaction (Astral-Plane-place) called by those who know, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, which translates into Earth English as “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”. You can always GOOGLE up such things, but please do not expect other mortals, to know, or to have experienced the special shit that I have been so blessed and fortunate to experience, with this awesome surreal goddess of beyond what ever can be fathomed. It is like a transistor radio trying to deliver sound plugged into it, from a one million total wattage combined rock concert amplification system. Don't even try figuring out this triple-goddess, I for one know that I have totally stopped this time wasting endeavor. And believe me, SHE has let me into HER club more than all others combined, for reasons, I have no dam clue about, but Jim Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How did you know all of this, Jimmy 1984 © ?

I told you recently that I am going to do two things before all of MORIANITY closes out forever. First, I'll make and devote an entire chapter to my mother's nightmare story that led to her FIRST eyelash brush distance with death in 1976, and that pertains to good old FIREFOX-BABYLON; with or without any of these future quests, searches, or ironies of parkway driveway's, and so on and so forth; and also, tell some real powerhouse details, about a subject called by me, REALITY-3. This will now begin the latter, as the former would take a couple hours of my slow typing, from my mom's old notes that, like my daughter's phone tapes, miraculously made it down here with me to Florida, on that wild blizzard wintry night up in Jersey, in middle December of 2009.

You cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told, over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean's Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump. Aniwho, YO, parallel event as I heard about this item for the very first time as a teenager, was put to me and described almost verbatim to what I'll now type in here. In baseball statistics, some statisticians have observed correlations between items in baseball and items with seemingly no possible connection to the sport; yet they can be statistically and mathematically plotted on a graph, with bizarre patterns that would defy random chance. In an example cited that this went on to discuss, somebody observed who was a recognized expert statistician, that if it rains more or less than a certain number of inches in a past year in Johannesburg, South Africa, the N.L. wins at the end of the new season, and moves into the World Series. This does not mean it shows as a 100%, but a very high above what you would potentially believe to be about a 50-50 odds chance. Now, this is no easy task to really seriously graph and plot and follow, as we would require something with a very large amount of data to be analyzed, and baseball and weather records, somewhat old as they both may appear to be, both over 100 yeas; this is but a drop in the proverbial water bucket. When I make a roulette system, I do not even start to seriously graph winning and losing game results, until a minimum of 100 with a zero after it amount of games, yes 1000 games minimum. Still, this is no large number for any kind of statistical equation to be analyzed. Now moving this still further, in 1986, I discovered, with the help of what wiccans call the Triple-Goddess, 'MDE' (mother-daughter-electron), as I know this force to be, to the very best of my wisdom in present human STM; but I learned that parallel-event could be applied to the gaming roulette numbers, by taking the 36 non-house numbers, dividing them into the three parameters of black or red, odd or even, and 1-18 or 19-36, and then playing two of these groupings off against the remaining one on a future next spun wheel outcome. I experimented with this, and sure enough after 2,000 games that I played between December of 1985 and the end of February in 1986, I had seen that there was a 57/43 seemingly endless positive advantage to using this, minus the 5.26 percent house advantage that's built into the game of roulette, legally of course, by way of the usage of two green house numbers of zero and double zero. This tiny little remainder does not seem to some amateur players at quick glance, to be real largely impressive; but real professionals know what a 7 minus 5.26 positive advantage percentage endlessly, really can do to any gaming situation. This is an endless PAP of 1.74%. Players using black hundred dollar level play chips can make just a dozen or two units per week and walk away with close to 10 thousand dollar monthly incomes, minus of course the monies owned to my seventh grand pappy, Samuel Huntington, and AKA our wonderful (Uncle-Sam)! But this is just the start of things, as REALITY-THREE is the powerful idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event of various items, all works exactly the way that it does. Just why is the PE (Parallel-Event) in Roulette, without the house edge factored in and using the non-green 36 player numbers, what it is, to quote the great and late DAWN-MARIE DISHKING???????????????? Well B4U drop and give me 20 Spaghetti Bowls, or any wild 'BLACKS IN THE MILITARY' 1983 DRUMBEATS OF (STM) SPACE-TIME-MIND; let me not strip the gears here, and clutch in a bit and stay on point with this, as this is real powerful shit; and a man named Raymond Young, back in 1988; knew the potential true awesome inconceivable power, that is behind all of these totally surreal forces; and yes, I had phone taped conversations of him and me in 1988, and many other things as well, miss Lee; but now either the great and mighty FIBBIES are in possession of this, or else, the great powerful '~~FAMILY', I don't dare get 2 cute here, good folks or my kid will have my freaking head on a dam pike!!!!!!!!!! Yes, why indeed, does PE work as it does, and do what it does, and is what it is, OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS? Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will indeed begin to get told about this, as we approach the final days of the writings of MORIANITY. For right now, I will leave my wonderful L-4 viewers with this following tid bit morsel and taste of things to be banquet feasted upon before the end does indeed soon come with all of this. First, it cannot be over simplified, and it will take some thought to wrap your heads around the very basic explanations of REALITY-3, so be forewarned of that much right here and right now, lovely gorgeous LU-LOO. Then, know this. If you were at all mind blown with the weaving and the breadcrumbs, the Exploratronic Supermind and type-3-exploratrons, and Space-Time-Mind, and dreams and truths about all five transdimensional existences all interconnecting and commingling together in ways that break most brains into smashed pretzels; all I can say then in good conscience now is; just wait until I start getting into all of this, and I'll do my dam utmost best, to keep it fifth grade, and use small little words; but it will take you on a journey no matter what happens, where you all just may not want to go, so be prepared to hear some real super Mike Tyson style punching and ear biting powerful truths and shit that goes far beyond the concept of even things like light speed squared, or my dad and his pal 'AE' a long while ago. For now, folks; I really hope I was able to entertain you, and whet your appetites just a bit for this day. See you all a little bit later on, good folks. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 3 MAY.

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THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00065, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.

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[ 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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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	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?

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, LIGHTNING.

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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Now let us move on with this blog chapter 00065.

WOW is this a LULU mother fucking day and week and month, if I do have to say it myself, good folks. My noisy fucking neighbors are going with the doors and the shouting, and Mikey has totally screwed me, as I knew he was going to, what a rotten ass guy. Oh well, after nearly 60 years in HELL, you get to pretty much fucking know ahead of time, each thing that has not happened yet, but WILL, and LIKE-DUH, and color me IMPRESSED LENNY BRISCOE, SIR!!! IT IS FUCKING CUNT SNIFFING TEN MINUTES SHY OF FOUR ON THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON. THE PLUS OUT OF THE DAY HOWEVER, WAS A BIG ONE. MY WONDERFUL Lightning Goddess DID NOT ABANDON ME WHEN I REALLY NEEDED HER THE MOST, MISTER FREAKING VANWARMER OF 1979, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE THE FREAKING SAR (LORD). SAR is LORD in the ancient tongue of the Aramaic, spoken by the Master Himself, Jesus the Messiah or the Christ.

There is so much time distortion and transdimensional effects all around me from a lifetime of living in all five dimensions and while forced to simultaneously coexist with a society not yet able to fathom doing this, and it honestly does give off some type of a cosmic unclean effect, like they call, dirty electricity. Electricity is electricity, and this just means that fossil fuels get burned and something that is used to generate a turbine spinning that makes this all work, dirties up our biosphere environment, but electrons are electrons, and they are never dirty. The weather is gorgeous, all overcast and coolish, just over the 70 degree mark for the better part of the day, and less humid than yesterday as well. Fuck you, I like the word coolish, and plan to use it. Unlike taking music from a dream, recording it electronically, and reproducing it also electronically, in repetition, the word coolish being used on this blog sure as dogshit ain't gonna' fucking hurt anybody, YO. Now let us quickly endeavor to strike up a little chit-chat about my music and maybe why I am hated by world forces. Look, I could prove to all of you that you can do the same thing, and even teach you how to begin traveling with more waking world memory, so as to be able to indeed, begin to bring back here, some hyper space music. I came to learn the hard way that my blogs originally posted that discussed all this both at Blogger and MySpace, online locations, were indeed why the Copyright Office lady was a little bit mysterious with me when she called my trailer residence in middle oh-eight to discuss the TRANSDIMENSIONAL SONG, only back then, only a part of it was used in my song that I copyrighted back then, and with different lyrics as well. Oh folks, and my wonderful believers, please never FORGET OR BELITTLE THE POWER OF THE SOAKED TOWEL, ALONG WITH THE DRY ONES THAT ALL ARE SURROUNDING IT. Hyperspace effects bleed through to all realities and things really do get all mixed up. This explains so many things that literally without having my Morianity to show what is really happening to all of us all the time, we would think at times, ourselves to be really truly crazy and delusional. Mister David Leigh Smith cured me of that problem however, with his non AE blackboard on that warm autumn day back in good old lovely 1970, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, just a few miles to the west of the future residence for me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG, and a decade back into positive space, remember that time does in fact appear to run and it does run in both directions, and it runs at the speed that photons travel. That is just truth. No one forces us cave persons to remain trapped in regular-time, or not be able to move out of ordinary running time. By taking this very same thing, transdimensional music, and placing it on my Windows Media Player, the computer being in the northeast corner of this room, the southwest opposing corner runs minutes faster per day, than where the electronics is performing its so-called, STM (magic). There's no magic in this at all, but the powerful world forces who do know how to make all this work and indeed are and have been playing with all of this shit and a lot more for a very long time, the World War Two era actually, don't allow ordinary uncontrolled private citizens such as myself to engage in such activities. Yet what really have I done but go to sleep and have dreams, and then well, you know the rest, and as I typed this last sentence at exactly fucking nine minutes past four, the entire computer hacked out and died, then came back on line; so let me save and post now. I do not trust ANYONE, ANYWAY, NOT NO HOW NOT NO WAY NO WIZARDS NO COWARDLY LIONS NO KINGS AND NO DAUGHTERS!!!!!!!!!! You want it straight up and dirty, General Patton, well pal, there it is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE. A little short post script folks. I am gonna' go to Mexico and leave this EVIL EMPIRE BEHIND very shortly. How can I fight a world where they can put me on jobs and in living quarters, and make me suffer in agony with covert attacks of endless fucking cunt misery? How would any of you handle this endless stress and nightmare monster ass fucking hell? A nightmare fucking rotten family who steals your entire life away and hates your guts on top of that, a Housing Authority who put these thugs across from me, and does not want a dog to prove they are illegally dealing drugs out of the apartment, no help from the sheriff, no help from the Attorney General, same old same old fucking New Jersey bullshit, all over again. Here we go old and new kids alike, here in this or any fucking Clarence Harris town, right old buddy from 1999? Say hi to Congressman RA for me, what a voice, Jesus God all nothing. Well a lot of super voices have indeed told me many things and 'ALL THIS' to quote one of my copyrighted 1983 song lyrics, songs from either one of the two musical compilations shown in the copyright record that match 1983, Demo Tunes 4, or Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud. Oh well, I will go to Mexico and fuck all these monster horrendous mother fucking squirrel shit eating heroine addicts. 70% of all adults in America are high on something or else drunk as fucking ass fish. I know, I have lived with the worst and the best of them, Hannah girl, of all worlds, and even your matching inescapable initials. Tell Dad I'm just teasing, don't want Paul's old Trashville bud, Billy-Bo as he called him long long ago, to come over to my place and tune me up. Bud, I'm all tuned enough for 5000 fucking lifetimes, go tune your keyboards, YO, and screw all of you. I won't lie, I am more disappointed and hurt by you, my pal, President Obama, than I am with my rotten daughter. She has an excuse, we all know a name that big is not going to shall I just say, ever come clean, perhaps not even with herself. But I know, maybe the PHA doesn't want to walk a dog through these halls, but do you want a 'towel parallel seepage equation', sir Einstein? Let me indulge you then BRO. I was walking another dog in 1972, and some know all about it. Don't tell me what I know and what I don't know, Charity Pansy Faye Trask, and Quentin Petofi Collins, not fucking now, and not back in fucking 1897, thank you very much and PTL, Mister Robertson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES FOLKS, MY ENEMIES, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, gave me a monster ass fucking CRAMPANA ATTACK AND SHIT ATTACK TODAY, from here all the way to the K-MART. I am not laughing, and I will see this entire planet blown to bits some day, even if I have to wait a billion fucking years. I will watch the descendants of all you rotten fucking monster enemy pricks, get blown to shit and melted into unrecognizable nothingness, YO! This has been so far, another really bad ass fucking day for pathetic victim MOUNTAINPEN AKA ME and 'MWM'. My records will survive in the great © OFFICE, no matter what you bastard twisted shits do to me, BRAHHHHHH!

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