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BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.



MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.





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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.

















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





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MORIANITY PART FIVE, WITH



CHAPTER 00088, CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.



Yes sir, old buddy from CF School, 'IT'S TIME', MMCN!

You said it all in late 1971, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!





Sharkey says, HEY GIRL, LT,




and is Marcus Muldanato still your bitch?????????



The greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.



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AUUCH, HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?



Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.



HE SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!





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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?

**********WHERE ELSE, H------E------L------L**********











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



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

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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)



This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

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

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

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

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


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

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







As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da' Mountainpen.













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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 26 MAY.



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If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!



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SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX????????? And I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, and yes, time travelers is !another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth!!!!!!!

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3+4—3x4—7+12—7x12 ****** But what is so awesome about the (3) and the (4) to begin with, some are asking me, WOW, let us go a little into this huge one, believers, and 'others', without me joining the ranks of one failed student-teacher from late in 1972, huh Danny Mackey, time MMCN! If anyone believed this, the world would be over, as we all know it, by noon, my time, tomorrow, the friggin fifteenth of friggin May. They will not, so I will safely tell it, Prosecutor Wirtz Senior; without slamming an AEB too hard with any keyboards from 1980 parallels that have beyond cool features, including CSV, equal or better to today's arranger melody models, and so on, but seeing these in another universe, and hearing them, does that officially make me the inventor of them here in this one, on or off of LIEMEOW Road and Happyhealthy Street intersections of phone taps????











Here is the story of last week, done a little bit more the way that would be pleasing to the great Almighty literary giant of Egg Harbor in New Jersey, Terry, please don't kiss me. Thank you. It was six days ago on Monday that I drove up to the Harvest. I wanted to tell the Manager who once was and said I was his pal, only he changed big time when becoming manager of the place, and is why I detest power and capitalism and all of this shit. It turns everybody totally ugly and forgetful. The main thing that they tend to forget is that they all will pass the very same people who they were mean to once they became great hot shots, when it is their time and turn, to slide back down the ladder rungs of success, back into the great cosmic equalization. This does not mean I think powerful folks should be fools and give one thin dime to those begging for money. The wealthiest person on Earth would go broke in a year, just handing out fifty measly dollars to every not real well of person, man, woman, and child, just in the United States alone, and forget the world. What I do say is there is a horrible change that takes place in people, normally it is the smaller of the bigger people, such as JASPER, up there at the shit hole I used to work at through a stipend program on E Street in Washington, DC-13-600, actuality operated out of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida Office, on Route 1. LSS, I went up there back on Monday to tell him how Mikey had, or I thought at that time, had done me wrong by moving away and just dropping me as a friend after we had become very good friends, helping each other out in small ways when necessary, and enjoying talks on a more intellectual and stimulating level, than either of us can do by randomly conversing with just any helter skelter random person we may meet at the dam grocery store. I was wrong, and have since apologized for my inaccurate thinking, and accusations, and admit, I was a real nasty ass prick, and have learned that I will never ever engage in that type of petty conduct again. Hell if my own dam daughter can throw me to the wolves, then I shouldn't let anyone else bother me, even if that had indeed been the case, and it wasn't. He merely had become very preoccupied with major personal life problems for a month, after losing his job and needing to move. Still, he managed to do a lot better than when I have a major crises, which happens very frequently throughout my miserable rotten life. His brother merely moved Mikey over to the next beach-house that he still owns, and he has another downstairs crib in there, merely moving about 25 yards tops, out one door, and into another one. With me, and not having anyone who cares a lick luck about me, Barbara Linglong Fonda; Ida been is some real serious ass trouble under a similar circumstance, bang on wood at '100' DB, not '199', those dam 'IO' keys '999' '000', they all are next to each other on the keyboard, 'UI', etcetera. Lately and especially this current lovely month of MAY, I definitely make the THIRTEENTH ANGRY MEN, right there, Mizz Jane Dirtweeds Sleazedisease??????????? I also told Jasper I would gladly pay him cash money, 100 dollars, to help me do a YOUTUBE PAGE. He at most is making a dozen bucks an hour, 15 total tops, and is not a rich man, with all his ego and demigod power up there. That is not a bad deal, and I would have paid him more for a really good one, along with also my own web page; such as the one that Eddie designed and posted on the net for me, back in OHM-7 somewhere. But he took my number and trashed it, as he always used to do when I worked there. But he did call Mikey and fink on me about what I had been nice enough to tell him. This only proves one thing, and that is that revenge or payback in never the correct action to take especially when you are down and out all the way, and with no one anywhere in the mother fucking entire world who gives a shit if you should fucking live or fucking die, and that is my current situation, down in this so-called paradise hellhole misery, that lots of northern peeps, refer to, and call, F---L---O---R---I---D---A!!!!!! Some demonic supernatural or extraterrestrial event just occurred while I finished typing in the last sentence, I will not bother telling about it, as most if none would even believe it, but it happened on the dot of 5:05 PM, coming out of nowhere, totally invisible, and was along the lines of what David Roth and myself witnessed so often in the years between 1986 and 1999 for the most part, and especially after we made contact directly with both SSJKK, and then a few years after that, in a frenzy of fear to save our lives from some invisible assaulting power all around us that just popped up; the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in Camden City, New jersey, USA-ES-MWG, on 12/05/1989. Hello to you too, School Play Participation Insistence, (SPPI) almost SIPRI, speaking of 'OHM'-7 a while back, and 1969 a bit further back, right Mister Ciprionni? If a WOW was ever needed within a grouping of text words, this would be the quintessential time, laugh if you wish now, Mike McNulty! It is time, BC, to move this along now and go about ten minutes after the moment that I walked out the Harvest place doors, and headed to the local area grocery store, the Publix, at the large mini-mall at Virginia Avenue and Route 1 number 1. This is where some WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE power and technology, for reasons beyond my most stretched imagination, had me suddenly see, no, not a Walmart, that is a few miles to the west down Virginia which forks as it goes and becomes OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME Boulevard, becoming one of the on and off ramps for the great interstate we all know and love, Drug Runners Alley and AKA 'I-95'. Walmart is a half mile before the highway, and is to the east of it. This is however the mini-mall parking area where I was convinced I had seen Mikey, only it was a major doppelganger, totally him, only with his hair different and bright yellow, and dressed like a wealthy man or as my great LI Sound Yachtsman, late cousin, might it; “VERY COMFORTABLE”. LSS folks, it was not him, but right at that very time that 'some force or power' put this entity right in my direct path; Mikey was calling me and leaving me a message on my voicemail system. He never came out and said it, but I know that Jasper called him abnd told him that I said something not that pleasant to him about Mikey, and I did, I had told how he used to accuse Jasper of a 10,000 theft that took place some time back. But I have come to learn that this is why I need to always remain totally fucking out of things, as the only person that EVER MOTHER FUCKING GETS INTO TROUBLE, as this must be programmed into the LAWN MOWER MAN MATRIX OF THIS WILD GAME AND SYSTEM, is the dude I see when I am shaving in the dam ass morning, and ONLY THAT POOR FUCKED UP DUDE, no one else. Everyone else is PROGRAMMED TO DO EVIL AND SKATE ON IT, while I take the force fed shit down the throat, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN ASS TIME, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! But folks, there are a billion-trillion other subtle things that are all WHY this stuff is happening exactly as it is, to me, and around me, and remains a total never ending constant for me and against me, not for a year, not for 5 years, not 10, not 20, but since the fucking cunt lapping day my mom dropped me on my rotten worthless head, while we lived at her mom's home in West Philly when I was one or two, and she was carrying me across 50th Street, to a doctor appointment, from the house at 440 South 50th Street, and no sooner were out the dam door, when she tripped on something and fell on the street, and I fell down hard, and remember it horrifically to this very mother fucking second. Real funny, MC, real funny! Speaking of lovely persons, Happy BD, Sharon, and I doubt you are related to my kid's friend, although, they all got away with my situation because no one would ever suspect, huh Paul Pedersen, old buddy? I'll bet I am the whitest looking nigger you ever saw in your life, huh dog? Well, even I am not aloud to ride up into the hood and sing along to many of BOO and his pal's lyrics, if I wish to remain healthy up there late at night. Still, why did he not call my daughter when he was up at County Jail in early autumn in twenty-ten? Why call me? Jimmy, I still have the same question for you in late May of 2013 that I had back in late 1984, bub, YYYYYYYYY, why Jimmy Y, Y did you tell me these things, and JUST HOW DID YOU POSSIBLY FUCKING KNOW THAT THIS WAS ALL ABOUT MY FAMILY, WAY BACK IN 1974, and did you work on Project Jeanie-Dreams with my dad, at Majestic TS Level, in Fort Meade, or Fort MDE, mother-daughter-electron, and yes, then there is the H-2 stuff I learned the other night, about the cult that started in when else, but you all got it right 1984? This has to have a freaking W-O-W!









Now, I am not going to touch a million potential subjects on this blog, and basically, the second one hundred chapters, have all been reserved in a sort of semi-ordered structure by me, for really getting way more specific, about what the first 100 chapters in this M-5, just starts to get into; so be prepared to move forward with me, or else, hit that NEXT-BLOG BUTTON very soon, as unless you want to get real down and dirty filthy, into the trenches of warfare, and true horror; that poor old Walter could not handle, and so he booked out and off of the battlefield and later made it up to the world by becoming the greatest pleasure provider to kids and all kids at heart of any age; but let me just say, that when this mud is all completely and totally explored, we will all get dirtied up, and I may be sued or killed, but hey, I can take the fucking heat, L-4 and BELIEVERS, can U?






















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