11:52
AM-EDST, MAY 7, 2013, LATE TUESDAY MORNING
MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER 00069
START
OF BLOG:
Here
is what is happening, my believers.
Around
half past eight, my rights were violated with another loud squeal on
my landline telephone AT&T system, and there is no reason
whatsoever other than for persecuting me, for this to keep happening
every so often.
Also
the nabes across from me, are beginning to slam doors more often and
louder, today, yesterday, they usually have a period twice a day
where the attack is no way imagined, where they just keep going
needlessly in and out with loud slams, either that, or illegally,
they have 500 jerk offs in that apartment, which why my resident
manager said is not breaking any rules, to me is inconceivable; as my
lease spells out that this is not permitted. So my letter to my
congressman, as well as to Governor Rick Scott, will be in the mail
later today; when I go out on a small errand.
I
feel I have told who and why and given a lot of great proofs to the
public world, as to why I am suffering. I admit it is not of
sufficient levels to rise to court ready evidence, not much of it,
and some of it would be, only if I were to try it; I would be buying
a lot of grief for myself; on or out of Halloween Day. You don't mess
with people with power, they mess with us, not the other way around.
Still, I will keep on going, and keep on telling, every single bit of
this injustice being perpetrated against me, just as long as I have
energy of sufficient amounts, and breath in my old fucked up pathetic
and diseased little puny body. Funny though, this double standard in
the criminal justice system. They sure can, and have done so, hang
any of us with pure circumstantial evidence; and I have so much of
it, that all toted up together; would be more than what has put many
convicted criminals into worse prisons than good old Boo was in for a
while up on Rock Road, back in twenty-ten.
Now
a little bit about REALITY-3,
just to piss off the EVIL EMPIRE LAMBRIGG CULT EARTHLY DOPPELGANGERS
AND EQUIVALENTS, AKA the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
that my blogs of nearly seven and a half years ago, are not shy for a
second, of using these words. Nothing has changed at all in this
time, has it my believers of monkeys and Brady flip side cheek kisses
from Davy Jones, gee, really? Like W---O---W!
Doors,
doors, doors, doors, Public Housing Authority,
my letter to you and the two others mentioned, will be on your desks
most likely by end of business this week, or next Monday at the
latest. I am living with dirt bag welfare rats that have numerous
peeps in that apartment at all hours of the day and night who will
shout and make noise also at any hour they so choose to do, and if
this is not the typical behavior of area drug cartels, I will eat my
rug with dog stink on it, at the speed of light squared. If nobody
can tell me why they refuse to use a drug-dog, then this old midget
brownie from Dawn Kings private hell of torture prisons, is more than
satisfied as to the Robert Cheatley Patterson 'government secrets and
life alteration' syndrome, told to me, by him, back in 1984, when I
met Elvis Presley, at his home in Berlin, New Jersey, Mister copy-cat
Jackson. I may not know about Britney and her friend and the little
TV set going off inside their head, or crackle barrel beer and so on;
but I know con jobs, rip offs, and criminal behavior when I see it,
and I also know that I can do nothing to stop it when the enemy
BEHIND ALL THIS AND AGAINST ME, is literally, as the church folks
love to call and use the name, S-A-T-A-N
HIMSELF.
OK,
now a little about REALITY-3, if for no other reason right now, than
using telling this to you out here, as a major TRS from the days of
Jessica's Rat-Tat football games and earlier blogging days when this
was all a lot newer, and greener, and dangerous thirds were more
close to the present situation, as well as my being as serious as a
heart attack about Hydroglacia, the Astral city that here in the
waking world, is perceived as the pulsar star of the night skies, and
that came to visit with me personally one night at Cifaloglio, and I
do not do drugs, nor do I imagine or hallucinate. THIS
SHIT ALL WENT DOWN, under penalty of libel, slander,
perjury, and anything else the CJS can ever try and throw at me, as
they seem to love to hurt the innocent and protect the guilty. I
still say that the juror and Goodman's attorney both concocted all
this together at the beginning, to allow a reversible error and
overturn Polo Puko Blow gull Mogul Mister Badman's original guilty
verdict of conviction. They all love to let murderers and thieves and
criminals go free, where they endlessly hound the righteous folks,
and persecute the pathetic innocent, in this lousy rotten evil
empire, that they call a nation. I have very little respect or
admiration for a system that always has treated me 100% wickedly and
unfairly, stealing everything I own in this world, tangible and
intellectual, and then persecute and harass me day and night on top
of it, not allowing me a fucking cunt lapping moment of peace the
rest of my life, precisely following what was spoken by those two
secret agents on that WPIX-TV
documentary show in 1988, called, ''UFO,
THE COVER-UP'', with Agent Falcon
and Agent Condor. Anyway, reality 3 can
begin easy, but it does not remain too simple as we trudge along in
the deep murky mud of many ugly things. Let me explain now.
Parallel-Event
is a concept that two seemingly unrelated things, do not have a
normal or natural 50-50 connection with each other, as two
unconnected things would seemingly be in a random and end up indeed,
within this 50-50 scenario after a lot of tests are run. Many
different things, all have differing parallel-events, perhaps some
things do not have any. I am not a laboratory with unlimited
resources to run a trillion tests, and am not qualified to go beyond
where I do go here, and will only tell what I in fact totally know to
be the truth. Basically, parallel-events are two events; so
discussing something that may in fact be behind these two events
acting on each other as they seem to do, endlessly and out of a
normal random half and half reality; is then fairly simple to
understand why I have termed this third part
of all of this, REALITY-3. This is an unknown part of the
bigger picture in parallel-event study, and to this day, I have no
evidence to support, one way or the other, whether in fact there is a
third reality acting on these parallel events, OR NOT! Simply put, I
totally admit to 'NOT-KNOWING', chemtrails or no chemtrails, in 1987.
Let's keep going folks, and take this just a bit further along.
First
off, not all parallel-events have the same force or power attached to
them. For reasons far beyond my comprehension still as of middle
2013, I know that the PE in roulette the way I work the system that I
played and used back in 1986, is roughly a 5-9 endless percentage
over the normal natural random of 50-50, or about 7% over random,
(R+7%=ERPE), standing for Endless Roulette Parallel-Event. But the
parallel-event of using hurting me to make the evil global economy
and the Dow Jones Markets move positively, as well as the reverse
mode of them doing negatively should anything positive be happening
to me; is way way mother fucking higher than about 7 endless percent,
and is more around 35, or a power-strength of 5:1 ratio over the
roulette PE. Why some things are very week and others very strong, as
I said I do not have sufficient data on this as of yet, Mister
Spock. Also, he would be the first person until the
experts someday are willing to prove my own created mathematical
systems and formulas that I already do have and have used to make
money in 1986 in the impossible to defeat game of roulette, at least
as far as the mighty Albert Einstein was concerned, as he said this
and it was quoted during his lifetime, but Spock on Star Trek would
say that my stuff is ILLOGICAL,
and he would not be a liar, as it is not all that logical, and for
the life of me, I have no answers, only formulas that indeed do show,
that this is all real and that it does all work, consistently. Still,
as long as we keep remaining on the mere topic of parallel-event, the
very word 'parallel' implies TWO things,
and we are seeking an answer to what may be possibly behind this, a
REALITY-3, a third thing or truth that is making this all act the way
that I already know for a fact, that it does. Still, so how
can we intelligently talk about this thing that I have called, R-3 or
REALITY-3? Just for a hypothetical example, not that this has been
ever proven in any meaningful way by me all these years since GODDESS
revealed Parallel-Event to me and how to apply it to the gaming
roulette world at the Jersey casinos in early 1986 or at the tail end
of 1985 somewhere; but I have nonetheless attempted with so far total
futility, to indeed make some formulas up that reveal some kind of
truth about a reality-3, or else just disprove this concept all
together, and say that PE is just as the late Dawn King said, it is
what it is, and no more and no less; with nothing on top of it, or
behind it, or around it, and so forth. After all, a car is a car, and
a house is a house, and that kind of thing. Like DUH, and color
me anything
from 'MINE', to 'IMPRESSED'; Lenny
Briscoe! But here is an idea. Every time a tiny little dude of 5 foot
3 who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet, walks into a tough biker bar,
and quite loudly proclaims his hatred towards bikers; the following
event, or the 'B' event, to the 'A' event of angering the bikers at
the bar, is that 99 to 100% of the time, this little piss-pot shit
with the big ass mouth is going to lose some teeth and maybe a lot
worse. Also, not only is this very high PARALLEL-EVENT something that
quite obviously has a REALITY-3 behind it, it also makes one wonder
about a simple kind of mathematical formula that perhaps may be able
to be applied someday by me, that can work out the way that the
higher and stronger the Parallel-Event is, the greater the Reality-3
may in fact be, that's behind this parallel-event, in the first
place. Those small parallel events would then, such as in roulette,
have a smaller REALITY-3, and may be some fluky item in the yet not
fully known math and stats world, that indeed has a perfectly
rational or reality-3 reason, for this parallel of event to be in
fact real and happening. The weaker the parallel event, the weaker
the force behind its being there in the first place, in other
freaking words. The stronger ones such as hurt
me and the Dow Jones flies, that works almost
always; would have the strongest reality-3. If some powerful
entity, be it the fortune-500 who certainly would have one hell of a
vested interest in something this powerful and fantastic; a covert
way for them to endlessly make a lot more money than they ever would
have, should in fact, they not have ever stumbled onto this with me,
in the eighties; or be it any other entity that may range from the
Astral-Plane GODS, to anything else imaginable by the brain of
humans; but in any event; this kind of power would have the ability
to do real damage to me and just as they are doing and I've claimed
all along since this fucking ass nightmare all started with this and
me in the dam ass eighties. So with real heavy shit going down around
me that hurts my entire life and totally wrecked it for all intents
an purposes, taking away my 30's, 40's and 50's, and without one
fucking tad pole smidgen of shame or remorse or conscience whatsoever
by this slime eating snake venomous demonic wicked viper garbage
sewage sippers; this would then go onto explain the very high
percentage in this particular parallel event, say, over the one in
the game of roulette. Those who have read old writings, heard me
discuss reality-3 and parallel-event, and some parallel-events being
visible verses others being, and not to excite Super Kent and the
inspector too much here, invisible. But this I now believe was an
error, as I progress along in my thinking and process of rationally
investigating the details of this literal monster nightmare, I'm
going fucking through, at the hands of total pure dirt bags cubed. By
the way, I was font hacked, and had to do a lot of clever maneuvering
to get out of the hack. I am quite proud of myself, as no one ever
shows me a fucking dam ass thing, and I do not learn without rote and
being hands on shown stuff. This is the way my brain is wired, and if
people do not like me for this, than that is their mother fucking
problem, not mine; only it is, as I rarely can ever fucking do
anything, as no one will help me; not even when I offer to pay, and
THAT, sir ROCKDROID, is a lot
more than a programming override equation, Mister Startrek
Rottenberry, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO, is this really the
thirty-first day of October, on Rock Road at the Saint Lucie County
Jail, Sheriff? Please protect me from my dangerous wild daughter.
Thank you sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
today's lesson and TRS, and my retaliation, for a morning assault
today, and some hacking; which is leaving me unofficially
rated BOTBAR on the day, subject to change before I crash
for the day or it gets light again after night time comes, whichever
comes first, is that I totally believe there is a REALITY-3, or
''something that exists behind all paralleling events that appear
visibly, or not; and that in addition, they are in some form of
direct, or other algorithmic mathematical ratio, to the strength of
the parallel-event, or what its endless number shows it to be (PES)
Parallel-Event-Strength, or in other words, the weaker ones may
appear as invisible, the stronger ones appear very visible, you know,
make trouble in a biker bar and stand tiny and frail, and see how
many times out of 100 that you can do this and walk outside and just
safely stand out there with nothing happening to you, verses why
after 48 RED and HIGH roulette numbers pop out at a roulette table in
a casino, is the next number outcome an EVEN only 5 times, and is an
ODD a whopping 43 times, creating a parallel event of ODD following
the RED-HIGH outcomes. This is not a visible thing like cussing out
some real tough bikers and thinking you'll just walk outside and
light up a transdimensionally rotten mixed cigarette, and wondering
what the ratio will be for real trouble out of a 100 time test-event.
I doubt that even 99 will be the result, if you get my drift, and if
you've ever met the wrong tough bikers or have been to the wrong bar,
YO. All I'm trying to say is that the reason that parallel events are
what they are and work as they do, makes a lot of sense many times,
while other times, it seems to be totally invisible, two totally
unconnected items, such as how much rain fell in Johannesburg, South
Africa and whether the National League won the game and went onto the
World Series that year, yet as unconnected as all things or some
things may appear to be, they are not unconnected. I believe that all
things in this waking matter world come from the real energy world
that exists, before conscious mind divides reality by light speed
squared and allows us humans here on Earth, this interaction called
“REAL LIFE”. Still, within the energy of it all, all things are
no more than many uncountable long cosmic numbers, and these numbers
are all interacting somehow together, and some of them fit and some
of them do not fit, and this is the real basic explanation for why
all parallel events are what they are, and do what they do, from my
problems with the Philly sports teams and the New York stock market,
to the rain and the baseball stats, to the roulette parameters of
outside betting, and to any other possible thing you can think of
such as starting trouble in a tough biker bar, and if you try that
one, do not blame the results on Morianity, as I can already tell you
that if the luck of the dam IRISH is with you, you MAY just end up in
a month discharged from a hospital, walking and talking very strange
for years, if not forever. Yes, re-read 2 or 3 and maybe 4 times, and
you will get a little bit of a basic understanding of my personal
woes since this all began with me, as well as just what I have been
talking and preaching about for so long, PARALLEL=EVENT, and
REALITY-3. This is just the beginning, and I have taken you now into
the room and beyond the door, but we are still exploring just a small
section of a large foyer. Stay with me and Morianity, and I will
reveal so much more before this is all over, that I promise even the
great REMAX this one thing. They'll all be sorry they did all of this
to me, even these wild crazy spirit-world gods who think that they
are all so fucking ass invincible. A day of reckoning is at hand, YO.
Bank on that, with or without any dam ass WOW trucks from the great
Toronto TD BANK, good believers, YO! BYE-BYE!
Believers,
it is time for me to say a few things that might appear as quite a
jumbled up bunch of scatter brained nothingness, at least according
to the logical mind of one Terry, from Egg Harbor City, in New
Jersey; back around middle oh-7. I cannot worry myself about that. My
problems, and my story AKA Morianity; is just not an entity that can
be told the way that this super literary giant would like it to be,
so too bad. Blog Chapter 5—69,
will tell a lot more about R-3.
For
a little while, my blogs will be shorter, less words that tell more.
I may have overemphasized my 3-huge secret-tell deal the other week,
but I feel that I did the correct an only viable option for me. I can
be wrong as quickly as the next human being, time will tell. Would I
take back the telling of those words some may wonder? No mahm, and no
sir! When truths are told, there can be no cosmic wrong in that. Can
there be ramifications? Well, according to Isaac Newton, there always
are. Will they be good, bad, or in-between for me, as far as what may
result? Breath echos and all, US © Office, “Who can really ever
know”, from 1988. Gee-whiz.
I
am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from
this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and
breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel.
This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them,
that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and
magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that
hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to
death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the
one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot
more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be
appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last,
in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in
the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not
a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical
realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and
bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door
closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded
and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called
“Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to
some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery
adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty,
but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work.
No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here,
especially for complexity and confusion. So
here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or
running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit
I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I
thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my
switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad
erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984
RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T,
or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to
the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his
real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator
back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other
friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and
drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing
Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism;
pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as
MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else,
but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument
Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer
protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer
systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna
Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World
Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our
walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move
this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late
Dawn-Marie King?
Do
you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that
matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and
verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not
complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers
Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example
here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He
doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants
to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost
mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at
the Orange Avenue & 25th Street Harvest; and have been
somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was
before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I
know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself
and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and
the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between
what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five
years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O
syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the
Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on
these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said
in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time
and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White
Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the
family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of
us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally
unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess
giant girlfriend'', at Highview;
to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here
is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a
harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”,
Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up
here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013,
and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you
sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the
gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows
them to negotiate with a powerful
Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great
Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he
lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him,
than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing
babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name
and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer,
the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations,
Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a
slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a
technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there
are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and
phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what
Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are
indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of
sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy,
whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin
sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of
the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more
than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all
along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was
all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was
talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see,
believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things
never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this
was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty
Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of
the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that
smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and
worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed
instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was
untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if
you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the
appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went
through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your
wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles
and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have
only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad
that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when
out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games,
like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so
much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in
2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot
and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this
demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our
society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we
will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and
towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not
coming people, it is here now; ever here
of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It,
as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this
crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in
our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this
texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be
in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this
nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies
who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In
Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an
after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt
non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of
driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart
people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies?
That is why we vote for SMART law passing
legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in
time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the
road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on
lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too
Mister hot shot hater McGuire,
IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL
POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before
the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV
show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this
show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by
telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN,
and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick
is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful,
yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps,
and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my
kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be
careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as
this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you
will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you,
and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do,
to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old
fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as
anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names
do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great
rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or
'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE',
the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!!
W---O---W!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS
BLOG. Be good to yourselves, my
believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555
**MORIANITY
PART FIVE**
GOOD
FOLKS AND
BELIEVERS
OF THE (L-4), I HOPE
YOU NOW
WILL ENJOY READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER
00069.
DON'T
SIT DOWN TO DINNER,
THIS WILL
NOT
TAKE
LONG.
We
are not ready quite yet to get seriously into REALITY-3, but this is
right around the corner, so please don't go anywhere, until you are
made aware of my thoughts about all of this. For now, this will be a
more third grade spoken way of rehashing recent stuff, but I want to
be happy in my my own mind that many are indeed, who read these
words, really at least understanding them, I am not going for
believing, Mizz Wrongway Studenteacher of 1972, but I would like to
think I can somehow increase my ratio of believers to full audience
numbers. Even upping this from about 2:40, to 6:40, would be a
triple gain for me, and there are indeed, in 1969 or out of it,
“power in numbers”, and yes, I do agree with you, oh wonderful
lovely Misses Marola. I was too young to appreciate how gorgeous you
were back then, but I remember now, also I had recently experienced a
very traumatic experience underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic
City, if we can count the antimatter direction of time-flow. Time
now, McNulty. Feel free. So let me take you all now, right to this
attempt by me to clear up recent things spoken in blogs, only no
words like antimatter or any other junk like this will be included,
just very down to Earth stuff, so you cannot accuse your scoffing by
my somewhat occasionally weird sounding word choices. What
I will do however, is take the next three paragraphs and put
them into different font colors, so you
can visually go to each of the three SECRETS that had no effect on
the miserable rotten EVIL-EMPIRE, as I have termed this since way
before I ever began doing BLOGGING. My dirt bag nabes are at
it with the doors this weekend, boom boom bang bang bong. There was
a party last night with a lot of family visitors, and this is going
to be another rotten weekend, then really folks, SOSO-WEIN? (SAME OLD
SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW?) OK, let us now begin the more elementary
telling of these three big things that I learned were perpetrated
AGAINST ME, by the evil wicked vile MOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!
READY?
Recently,
I came to learn that I was lied to at a computer store that was
expecting my arrival, through a man named Clay Coins, a once
co-worker of mine up at the Harvest place,
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and who entered into a plan with me to buy this computer, and it
would be mine even while paying it off slowly to him, and he actually
purchased it at the local Walmart, and I would day trade on the
market using it once I learned some stuff on how to use computers and
feel more confident about operating an on-line brokerage account, and
this meant first, I needed to acquire some tutoring and at least
getting a few questions answered, and he, clay that is, put me onto
this computer-geek type of shop right on Route One, or the Federal
Highway that runs through Fort Pierce and most if not all of eastern
Florida, and is right across from the Fort Pierce Hess Gasoline
Station, in a small mini-mall. When I went there, this young geek was
horrible and treated me like total pure crap garbage. He would not
help me and just kept telling me everything I wanted to do could not
be done, and made up lies about why it could not, until I finally
while he took a cellphone call, just walked out of his garbage mother
fucking shop, never to fucking cunt return, and this is more than two
years later now as I tell you all this. This is why I gave up and
never day traded, and if I had not been told this lie by this paid
off or ETOSS influenced prick; Clay was ready to hand me a few grand
and we would have began to day trade with a 50/50 deal in place for
profits made until 6 months when I would then set him up in his
house, with his own computer, and show him exactly what was being
done. Unlike buying expensive $4,000-$90,000 programs offered by
expensive seminar crooks, that sell day trading software, this would
have been an unnecessary expense, as I already can pick the movement
of the DOW JONES minute by minute and hour by hour and day by day way
more than 80% of the time, as it runs directly opposite to my own
life, so when bad stuff happens to me such as a sudden blast of music
or slamming or anything, a health attack, you name it, I would go
long position on the Dow Index, and when any positive thing would
happen, I would take a short position, covering it with safe stop
positions, and could make a real killing. Clay would have had to buy
programs and hope for the best after the agreed upon 180 days of
50/50, but that was the deal. But this lie told to me by this
so-called computer store owner geek expert, who professed to also be
somewhat of a stock market guru as well; and another total lie I am
quite mother fucking sure, looking back on it all now; is why this
thing all went south and got totally fucked up, AND ALWAYS, AND AGAIN
old and new Clarence Harris NEW KIDS, yo yo-ing all around, but never
ESCAPING the energy condition of ISIS SCYLLA AND
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW
THIS
WAS THE FIRST
PART
OF HELLS EVIL DONE TO ME.
Now
I came to learn this lie, while making a deposit to my bank, the TD
Bank, my income tax refund ninety dollar check from my favorite uncle
Samuel Huntington, (UNCLE-SAM) where all this got started nearly two
and half centuries ago. I was speaking to one of the persons at the
desks in the branch, also on Route One and not that far from the
computer place who told me that horrible lie about a federal law
prohibiting me from day trading without a minimum balance of a tenth
of a million dollars. Like a total fucking dummy, I bought this lie
and let myself get totally fucking ass con jobbed. This bank officer
informed me it is a total lie that the geek had told me, and that
there is no such law in place, and that any time I wish to day trade,
just make an appointment and they will have a person who opens these
accounts, meet me there at the bank office. I will be calling clay
back soon to see if he still wants to do this, I doubt that he will;
as once something is destroyed, it rarely is anything other than
forever 'Humpty NASA Dumpy' unrepairable, even with all of the
KINGS, the family, or their 'fairy-tale-peeps, all part of the
equation', oh and yes, it is time again, Mike McNulty. Then since I
was asking about this and given an answer that angered me as this
geek down the road at the computer shop, literally wrecked the plans
that Clay and I had made so carefully, and already had carried out
the first half of it by purchasing this very computer that I now am
typing this story on. So in my anger, I mentioned as casually as I
could, how home sick I am for Jersey, that Florida is not my home,
and how I came down here to escape some real monsters who had
Stockholm Syndrome kidnapped me in 2008 into 2009, the lovely KINGS
of HUMPTY UNTHINKABLE 2010 DUMPTY, NO LESS!!!! I said how those bank
trucks with the huge word 'WOW' on them, was so friendly and made me
feel like part of me was still back home, when I used to see one
parked outside your bank along the side just past the outside teller
drive-through area. That is when he explained to me what their uses
were, and why suddenly and recently, they were no longer needed at
this branch, of course, right after I was dumb enough to mention how
happy they made me feel seeing them, on older blogs, and then boom,
they were gone forever. What happened to make this go down, was to
covertly simply have the business and banking world cleverly get them
to alter the office party schedules and change things around so
another branch out of my town where I never would be, would now need
to have these wonderful WOW trucks. So in one fell swoop here, two
mysteries cleared up from one nice officer at my local branch bank. I
now know why there are no more WOW trucks and that I was lied to
about needing to open a day trading account with a minimum balance of
$100,000.00. But two is not where it ended, there were three big
revelations that all took place, and right there on that very same
mother fucking god dam day, good folks!!!! NOW
THIS WAS
THE SECOND
PART OF HELLS EVIL DONE TO ME.
Before
I even left the building where I reside, the Public Housing Authority
building or 'PHA' Building, I ran into my Resident Manager, Mizz
Marotto, and we talked in her office, and I was told that her boss,
the big cheese in the entire local area PHA system, keeps refusing to
allow Debbie Marotto, to run a DRUG-DOG through the hallways of this
building, so as to clear out already known connected illegal
residents who against all PHA regulations, are part of the local
township and surrounding area drug culture. Doing this would
instantly rid me of my horrible thug neighbors, and this is not what
the local and state and federal governments who are persecuting me in
the first place, want done, and if this is not proof of my wild
claims on these seven and a half year blogs, then honestly folks, I
don't know what would be. What else can I possible tell and show,
that proves my nightmare hell is all true and real, do you need all 5
quarts of my blood, spilled? You may as well just call up Roseann
Delaney, around eight this evening; and invite her up to unit 607; as
I know shy can do the job, as she nearly bit out my throat, back in
May of 1969; and if you do not think my kid knows all about this;
watch her 2009 movie with a very open freaking mind, and then all of
her movies. Then MAYBE the light-switch
will come on, and the lights will then begin to glitter; along with
Queen Irene and Donald Ivana Sleazebag Trump!!!! NOW
THIS WAS THE THIRD
PART OF HELLS EVIL DONE TO ME.
Folks,
I will go on and on and on, telling and retelling these three big
secrets, until eventually, SOMEONE WILL DO THE RIGHT THING, AND
FUCKING CUNT HELP A PATHETIC VICTIM WHO IS BEING SLOWLY MURDERED FOR
27 YEARS NOW, IN UNFATHOMABLE AGONY; WHOSE NAME IS NONE OTHER THAN
PATHETIC MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
E—N—D~~~~T—R—A—N—S—M—I—S—S—I—O—N:
**MORIANITY
PART FIVE**
GOOD
FOLKS AND
BELIEVERS
OF THE (L-4), I HOPE
YOU HAVE
ENJOYED READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER
00069.
THERE
IS A LITTLE MORE CUT AND PASTE STUFF TO READ:
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.
4:23
PM-EDST, 29 APRIL, 2013, MONDAY, LATE AFTERNOON
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE TODAY, LADIES AND
FREAKING GENTLEMEN, AND IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE SOON, I WAS
MURDERED BY ALL OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
ENEMIES WHO ARE AND HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG, LISTED ON MY
BLOGS, IN ONE CAPACITY OR ANOTHER, AND IN VARYING DEGREES OF
CULPABILITY BY EACH OF THEM, DETERMINED ONLY BY A SUCCESSFUL THOROUGH
INVESTIGATION BY ALL NECESSARY AUTHORITIES. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL
LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, MADE BY ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR,
MATCHING MY RECORD LATER LISTED, AT THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT
OFFICE, AG OF FLORIDA, P.B., IF NECESSARY, FOR MY OWNED COPYRIGHTS
SINCE BACK INTO BOYHOOD, EVEN THOUGH THOSE LISTED ONLY GO BACK TO
1978, WHEN I WAS FULLY GROWN; IT IS ENOUGH TO BEGIN THIS MAJOR WILD
INVESTIGATION, WHEN MY DEAD BODY IS DISCOVERED IN THIS PUBLIC
HOUSING AUTHORITY APARTMENT, SHOULD THIS INDEED OCCUR. This legal
document is now considered to be legally true and binding, to the
best of my knowledge, all things ever told on this MORIANITY and all
of my Mountainpen blogs, and is also officially now legally signed,
the second it posts up legally, to both the sites of WORDPRESS, and
BLOGGER.
OK
ladies and gentlemen and kind viewers, here is the situation of what
is going down around me personally today from the second I was
awakened with a loud door slam just around the noon hour somewhere,
on the legal date as shown and listed above, at the heading of this
blog. I want to thank my audience for putting up with me; seeing me
at my best, and my worst; and all the gray areas in-between.
First
off, I called Mikey as he was supposed to call me, and did not, and
he told me things are bad and he will get back to me later on. They
are bad, but there is a little more happening here, actually; it is
another Avalon BonJovi deal going down, and as always; I am totally
unable to prove it, as well as absolutely powerless to stop and
prevent any of it. So what else is new, same old same old,
(WEIN-SOSO)? I know that he is just going to disappear down to Miami
forever, and I will never hear from him again, as something is going
on and he is not telling me straight, and I've been mother fucking
lied to enough all of my life, to recognize a fucking cunt lapping
con job when I'm getting one, YO!
Now
I will be where the OTAMM MILI-2-FORCE
always eventually mother fucking gets me, sooner or later, as it is
every mother fucking cock sucking time, all my life without fail or
exception; TOTALLY ISOLATED,
where I can be picked apart by BRIGGBASE WOMOTAMM vultures, and human
sub bottom feeding vampires. Someday, this pile of pure fucking trash
ass slimy scum, will indeed burn in a fiery hell forever, in
unfathomable fucking cunt agony; for this nightmare hell that they've
enjoyed putting me through, just to keep the stock puke sucking
market endlessly going up, and their dirt bag precious fucked up
economy going strong. Sacrifice one for the good of the many, huh
Spock and Kirk and Humpback mother fucking 1986 whales? Well this
fucking great fish says, 'BULLSHIT, and fucking kiss my ass'. It's
not fair, and any god or goddess that permits this inconceivable
evil, to fucking cunt prevail; is no entity I have any desire to love
or worship, drop dead, all mighty god, whoever you really are. That
is what SHARKEY MARKEY has to say on this blog today, YO! Oh yeah,
watch me swim, and hear me tell it.
I
got up and quickly cleaned up and dressed, called Mikey, and as I
said, I think he is planning on vanishing away without telling me, so
you know what, FUCK HIS DAM ASS. My mom taught me shit as a kid, that
I'll remember to the mother fucking cunt lapping die that I
physically die, as the person I currently am experiencing human life
through; and that is that if someone, anyone, your own family,
friends, a woman; if they don't want you, the fucking hell with them.
MOVE THE FUCKING SHIT ON, or as
Billy Harner and Rob Hartley would tell me a lot back in Jersey,
“Turn the fucking page, Mark”, then they'd puff some more on
their weed down in the cellar. Have any good stories to share with me
over tea and crumpets, other Patterson? In a few things, nobody
topped my fucking mother, as she really knew her onions; all the way
to Hollywood's fake squeeze tears, and phony miss-kisses. Jeese
Louise surfer Fonty, is this all about as totally fucking surreal as
it gets sir, or should we secretly meet later at Genlows
transdimensional house, and both of us can break into intertime and
hang ten together, only it might end up hanging 10 million, along
with Dick Wolf and Comcast Cable included in the mix. Yeah, the mix.
Don't get me fucking started here peeps. If I had the shit I had
before this star family of fucking magic bullets took it all away
from me commissioner Warren Washdock; I would be able to do a harmony
track, 'hero style', PUN, PUN, PUN! WAYWINY LILLY FUCKING MUNSTER?
Well,
yes, let old Blogger Mountainpen, share his horrible fucking day of
assault with his viewing audience. I want you all to know that I
really do appreciate your reading my blog, and someday, if I decide
to CAP the entire universe to another place and delete it, as I
already did in a parallel universe at least on one occasion; I will
be sure the system knows who among the crowd, will be in the list to
be 'saved', yeah, ain't technology great? Makes you wonder, saving,
deleting, capping, techno-pop creations, really? It is not what can
we do, it is a lot easier to see things now as, what
CAN'T we do, with all of this incredible stuff? Then PEE
comes along with her tower that has a pad next to it with a bubble
that swings over, and can turn anything inside of it into zeros and
ones, put it through the internet and send it to any terminal that
also has a station like the sending one. I saw this in a parallel
universe, and for crissake, my daughter was only 8 years fucking old
when she invented it over at the Harborfields Detention Center. I
told all this, I blogged it all years and years ago when Morianity
was new. Then just early this year, we hear about the 3-D
laser-printer, and how it can actually create items now, such as
those plastic guns. If I was dreaming all of this, I am sorry, but I
am just about positive that I saw this talked about right here in
this universe, not in some other one while dreaming as an
exploratron. I will never ever forget hitting the buttons and
watching the solar system turn blue and still, then pasting it far
off into another galaxy on the opposite side of the universe. That
was so real, I do not know whether or not that happened, or the laser
gun printer thing happened, or what happened; over here where I am
now typing this blog. I know if it did happen, not the capping of the
solar system, but the laser-printer thing; we never ever heard
another thing about it on the news or from any other media source
that I am aware of any-ha. Well, that all being cock sucking told and
said, let me tell you what the WOMO
MILI-2-FORCE did to me today, and this day WOULD BE SUPER BOTBAR, if
not for getting my fucking cunt eating ninety dollar refund check
back from my wonderful Uncle Sam Huntington, or (the IRS)
for those ignorant of the history of my wonderful and wild Huntington
family, that managed for the most part to do a CALLIO,
and stay out of the limelight, and go more deeper in the darker
shadowy realms of secrecy, other than for becoming a four term
Connecticut Governor, as my 7th grand-pappy did indeed die
in office there back in 1790 or somewhere there about, if not then it
was 1796. It was just shy of the start of the eighteenth century, in
any event.
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
how I despise living in this fucking cunt eating total shit hole, YO.
Well, I had a talk with Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto when I took
out my trash and left to go on a few small errands, gassing up the
car, purchasing a few movies at the Good Will Store on VHS tape, and
a few grocery items at Publix, then pick up my medication at the
Walgreen Pharmacy, check my bank balance at TD, and stop in for a few
items needed from the old Dollar Deals Store, where not everything is
a dollar there any longer. Oh well, that's progress, YO. Debbie will
put me in a place where I can hear a pin drop, and I am thinking of
taking her up on her offer. I will not be up as high and will not get
to see my lovely lightning this nicely, but then, what has she done
for me recently where I could really care less? I mean I understand
what she said at the Eden Gate fence that day to me nearly 130
centuries ago, I understand why the High Priestess Wicca folks call
this being what they do, “Triple-Goddess”, as this is what my
daughter in human form is now, and has been since she went away and
left me as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in the summer time of 1969, and
on and on I could go; but nobody needs to hear it all, and I don't
need to make any unsuccessful crossovers on the Chappaquiddick
Bridge, or be fired upon with any magic ass bullets, Mister Warren.
Still, she said that she would spare the world since I loved her so
much and was asking her to, that day so long ago, on the other side
of that fence. Then she teased me by pretending to like my brother's
filthy gifts more than she liked mine, and began flirting with him,
and I was just so dam jealous that I was not ABLE to stand it any
longer one day, so I raised myself and a rock, and that was it for my
brother's head. It is all in that wonderful book, ISISCYLLA, and
IWALU no matter what you do to me, and how much you freaking love to
endlessly tease me, down through the endless
ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, future great football players and
past great committee men on Crapitol Hill, as my ex business partner
PP, said so well, “SHIT HAPPENS”, and taking that in conjunction
with what the late Dawn-Marie King said to me shortly thereafter; 'IT
IS WHAT IT IS', well; I suppose I need to go back into time, and
scream out to the entire cosmos from 1969, “OK fine then, so I
guess THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES,
ZIGGY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is nothing that can be done about my fucking evil neighbors, Debbie
said; other than for me to move and get a note from my doctor, as I
am sure he would supply me with. It is just so fucking cunt unfair
that I have to be the one to move and be inconvenienced and pay
money, and sweat my balls fucking off, and when I did nothing wrong
to deserve any of this filthy fucking dog shit. LIFE
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING BLOWS & SUCKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aniwho, I had my talk with her, and then went to my car, and saw a
major barrage of nasty ass chemtrails all over
the fucking skies of Fort Pierce, especially to the west of
the town's air-space, over I-95 and even further west of that,
towards Lake
OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anybody say
June 4, 1983, Orwell,
or Doogie H? Jesus fucking Christ in
Lab-Teck HELL!
THE
MILITUFORCE was out in droves, not only chemtrailing the
entire western area from me, but loud aerial assaults were also
buzzing all around, and when I came back home to park and get my shit
into a shopping cart so I could get it up an elevator, and then into
my fucking prick chewing apartment; that harassing huge military evil
demonic vessel that loves to ORBIT around in
endless noisy circles, was also right there to greet me,
AGAIN, as it was there a short while
back, over at that same shopping area that I had just left today,
after buying some grocery items, and a few VHS tape movies. But after
I had the initial items, and before I tracked back towards home and
stopped at Dollar Deals and the Walgreen's, for my script-meds
refill; a real huge slob on a fucking dirt bag
motor cycle piece of garbage, cut me off, and I already knew
he was going to illegally get to the left of me, and turn right and
ahead of me; while waiting to pull out of the mini-mall with the
Publix and the other numerous stores all there, at the Virginia
Avenue intersection. I could tell, as I have learned to read shit;
and then when all this air shit is also persecuting, that
was my convincer, and I knew before it happened that
indeed, this was what would go down, and sure enough, it did; and if
I had not been careful and aware; he could
have caused me a real disaster today, FORT
PIERCE
POLICE
FREAKING DEPARTMENT, and Attorney
General Pam Bondi. If it was just the air, or just the
biker, then you could rationally say, well maybe I am a bit overly
paranoid, but folks, cut me a fucking cunt lapping little break here,
OK. It was all of this shit that all kept happening, so don't anyone
go fucking telling me that I have some wild ass fucking sick
imagination, and that I need psychotherapy, or counseling, and psych
medications; and all that hocus pocus nonsense fucking jazz, YO!
Gear shift, no grind, shift-shift, page eleven of fucking cunt
lapping eleven just nailed me, so I'll need to cunt-phlegm-rape, or
(COMPENSATE) TO PUT THIS A BIT TOMMY ROE
POLITER, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here
we go, new kids!
555555555555555555,
PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO FUCKING ASS GIVES
THIRTEEN SHITS, OR A WASHDOCK, FOR THAT MATTER??????????????????????
555555555555555555555555555555555
LET
ME RUN OUT THIS GOD DAM CLOCK ON THIS GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN,
WITH JANE WHORE FONDA!!!!!!!
A
stinking rotten freaking 20 years is 5 minutes to me, ya' rotten
lousy dirty blee blah blum and a lot more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, there was one nice big puss plus out of this day of otherwise
total ass shit, and that was coming in with my shit in a cart,
checking my mail slot, and getting my income tax refund check,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Screw you enemy OTAMM, (Organized
Trash Against Mark Mohr). Despite all this hell, and fucking
dog shit, YO; I managed to make 3 units on my systems-roulette before
I began to blog, and yesterday on a really fucking
SUPER-ASS-BOTBAR-DAY, I managed to get a nice quick four and a half
units, TEE HEE HEE, LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
will be asking GAGA KITTY CAT, why this pummeling siege was done to
me today, but I already do know one answer no matter what
else the cat may or may not reveal to me, YO YO YO YO!!! I know that
WHEN I AM DOWN AND OUT, like in both
times with MIKEY and calling him, yesterday and again today; THEY
PICK ON ME, WHEN I AM THE MOST
FRAGILE. This is a typical
dirt bag military strategy, and is why I am not shy about hating the
mother fucking military. I do not see dirty fighting scum bags, as my
personal heroes, no matter how lovely voice Scylla sings the song.
True blue heroes don't have to fight dirty, and
the US military does fight dirty, sanctioning, waiting for
weakness, blockades, bombing little nations like Vietnam back into
the stone age, to quote a L&O episode, hay; I cannot have a lot
of respect or admiration for shit like that; and so no fucking wonder
why so many people all around this globe all hate
America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I love
fucking America,
but this is not America anymore,
and I know for sure that it has not been, at least since the world
turned upside fucking cunt down for me, back on the fifteenth day in
August, of 1986; and I'll go on saying it over and over and over, so
yes, new kids in town; here we go, drum beats and all,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I still think there is hope in the
future, and for the world and even for America, but as of the date on
this blog, well, inward snort, exhaled grossed out throat sound, and
puey, I mean, hay, you want it straight, and up front down and dirty,
or does anyone out here want me to flower shit all up, and start
lying to my nice viewers, WOW, witch will it be? AHA-AHA-AHA nothing,
so move out of the way Mike McNulty, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
you know what to do, so go do it,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE////////////////EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
AND
STOP
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Brenda
Moore when we all don't need her?
Hopefully many miles away, with all of the bartenders, the
lifeguards, the Crooked Mayors; and lotsanlots of other
quintessential horseshit, huh Doctor
Unhappy Garrigan of 1970????????????????????????? BYE-BYE,
and don't die on me, 2008 Copyright
Office lady, as I am only interested in 'hyperspace
music', but they gave me the message all right, even way
fucking back then, sweetie. I swear you could see it in the eyes of
the news anchor peeps, reporting the dam ass news. Cut me one, but
please no stinkers, Margie Leo!
I
HOPE YOU
ENJOYED READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER 69.
WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF
MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH
WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU
WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE
WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE
BOOK AND BETS ON
THIS ONE!
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“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.
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.
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site. This will not be removed
from my account. BUT I DO see why I took that threat over
at the WEST FORT PIERCE LIBRARY, two
weeks ago, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler
and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the
apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently
dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981,
is there any excuse 4U?
Signed,
da' Mountainpen.
Let
us go back to twelve days ago, to a week from last Tuesday. I went,
on advice from the normal library that I go to, to a sister branch on
the west side of North Fort Pierce, Florida, just a few blocks from
where I used to live before coming to reside here at this PHA
Building. Again, I was there with the intent of trying to get my
song, “You'll Be Crossing Over” to be uploaded to my Youtube
account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/
and was not treated very well there, and it was as though they
already had it all planned out to be that way with me when I came in.
They could not be sure when I was coming, but I did phone ahead to
talk to that same dirt bag, Rick, who screwed me at the other library
down on Melody Lane when he was going to help me with my blogs back
when I was having all that trouble with the Tweeting rockin' robins
in the summer time in 2010, causing the stock market to soar as a
result, from around 8400 points up to just under ten thousand points
within only a few months, via the parallel-event between hurting me
and the Dow Jones always going up as a result. Again, as with that
other bad time in my life in August of 2010, after this time, the
DJIA has soared up for two solid weeks after having its first down
week in ages after this ridiculous absurd ludicrous based on nothing
rally, began growing so powerfully this year in 2013. If this in all
honesty is really all up in my sick imagination for 27 years, then I
really do have one hell of a fantastic imagination, so much so, that
there is no way that peeps who indeed know I exist, and I think my
copyright record speaks for itself that this is quite real and true
and not imagined, then these lovely folks would have long ago made me
an offer to write for one of their studios and make them a marvelous
mint of cash, with my WILD IMAGINATION. I think we all up here on
this blog, KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, with this, with all
of my life's woes, with parallel event and the stock market and my
persecution done intentionally, with my family, with my daughter,
with Hyper-Space and other matching initials; and most
especially, with music.
I
find it very difficult to believe, that any 'for-real' peeps up here;
do not see and believe, that this entire story is all real and true
and honest, and pitiful; and the best words to be added here, would
be demonically monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will not insult my audience, of which I know is between ten and forty
nice folks. You all know this is all the truth, after-all, just what
would I possibly have to gain with a story this totally outlandish
and inconceivably absurd, be it a work of either fiction or lack of
mental health. I am not saying that I am the most healthy person
alive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and on I could go, but I
sure try hard, and I am the product of one hell of an unfathomable
amount of covert and totally illegal abuse, from a very powerful
group of absolutely horrendous wicked rotten people, who most
assuredly, to use old lingo terms, will endlessly burn in a horrible
hell someday, for doing all this unspeakable detestable and
despicable stuff to me, an innocent pathetic harmless victim of their
criminal mischief that rivals even what Hitler ever did a long time
ago in Germany. This is just honest truthful words, and if they bite
or hurt, then whoever may be reading them and in pain, is in for 'a
ticket south', to quote my old pal, banged up blue nungen car and all
from the middle eighties, Ugie Horowitz AKA and under Hollywood stage
name, Michael Landon.
Well
people, let me keep this moving right along. None of us are dumb, and
I have been told by somebody that I am just looking for my 15 minutes
like everybody else. This is a filthy dirty rotten lie, good folks. I
am looking for a lot more than 15 minutes. I am looking to start up a
great foundation that would aid many people just like me with
terrible problems, people being persecuted by all sorts of evil mean
pursuers of them, ex lovers, family, revenge seekers, even
financially distressed individuals, even those in trouble with
Internal Revenue, any kind of persecution. Now this foundation would
always operate within the boundaries of the legal system, and would
even try to assist those in trouble, contributing one dollar for
every dollar they pay, things like that. This is my dream, and has
been since 2006 when I started all of this on-line junk, at the
suggestion of the two peeps in my life then who though that it may
solve some of my horrible problems, Christopher Bennett, and Edward
Himacane Lynch. But there have been a couple of very mean and jealous
folks, who have accused me of using, or trying to use, my situation
since 1980-1989, whatever that situation really
is in reality in this universe,
with my mystery-caller-goddess of all and or any BABYLON locations,
and in or out of any regular time STM illusions, in all of this. This
was always about as far from my mind as anyone can imagine, and when
I began my blogging and Morianity early in 2006, I did not even have
a clue about half the stuff that I have now come to learn as the next
few years ticked along. I do not use people, I try and find a
mutually acceptable cooperation that is anything but one sided, and
for any reason if this is not agreed to, then I am off to the next
project, and so on.
This
applied to CHEMTRAILS,
and anyone with a brain, and with ears; understands. Then it was
revealed to me, just like the Disney thing; a short while after the
CT
video was posted
up, that if something is done; it sort of proves that all of this
goes beyond the realm of miracles and pope canonizations and any of
it. I speak of comparing two tunes and then using a little techno-pop
machinery of the eighties in conjunction with some tapes that for
reasons none other than pure providence, happened to make it down
with me to Florida, the night that I packed a very few things, and
ran away from where I was being SS Kidnapped, by distant cousins, and
this is not me talking, this is a close cousin to a top recording
artist, the great BonJovi for gods sake. He is the one who saw all
this, brought it to my attention, and then, for wild reasons, after a
long time operating a sound studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, one
day shortly after this mess was all going down live, poof, THE
END, no more
Avalon BonJovi studio to go to and do my projects. Oh, and this is
all just by pure random coincidences. Well, Jack McCoy, Abbey
Carmichael and the entire Law & Order gang would not believe
that, and guess what my friends out here, NEITHER DO I, GOOD
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing I don't
believe. It is almost as if ISIS is taunting me, but I cannot be
sure, I have to do an FBI here and keep this idea-concept on the
'back-burner' for right now due to insufficient intelligence data,
after-all, I have been cut off from all contact, everyone has totally
abandoned me and hates me, and for nothing that I have legitimately
done to any of them. To say it biblically, this entire thing is just
about as SATANIC AND DEMONIC
AS IT GETS, good peeps. But what do I mean by taunting. Well, if I
had watched and taped that silly show that MC suddenly just out of
nowhere decided to do, I would have had a million words to play with.
I am only interested in what I have of her from the days when she was
playing lab-teck, this is not a game, and just because she wants to
be sixteen forever, I DON'T. None of this was a game, and it was all
done to try and break out of whatever it is that has been going on
all around me since 1980 give or take, and it was her all along, and
a moron can see it. If I were just trying to make a thousand unknown
tunes of great known artists, I would be taping every dam show on
television for voice retrievals. I live my own life, and it is very
private and personal to me. This isn't some stupid game, it is real,
it is agonizing, and I just want OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE, and can any
of you out here really blame me for gods sake? Out of a few recent
things said to me by peeps that I absolutely cannot mention any
names; only one had some powerful merit, and again, proves the
powerful truths about being so close in the forest, as not to see the
trees, an old and very wise-person's expression, at least IMHO, L-4.
They said if dream-music is transdimensional, then how can you say
the tune of “You'll Be Crossing Over” is not from a parallel
universe, when the harmony is done when a teenaged girl is asleep in
a dream, playing lab-technician, in '84? WOW, this person blew me
away, and shows that I have some real thinking peeps out here, and I
will protect their privacy and not divulge any more about them, but
will further elaborate on what this person has suggested. You
are RIGHT, FELLA!!!!!!
I
will no longer click on the song, and will not be posting the full
tune up. I will not be responsible for the possible apocalyptic
results all over the world, should too many people hit the post or it
even mini viral'd as this could indeed be a catastrophic deal. It has
to do with electronic circuitry and the inherent forces behind what
separates all universes from each other in a frequency vibration. You
do not need to know more than that, good peeps. So please, whoever
has made my life so horrible since a year ago when this tune started
all of this, I won't ever post the final mixed CD, and I'll even be
taking down all my Youtube stuff, so please, leave me alone and cut
me a break,, I don't mean any harm to any of you, BEAM ME FUCKING UP
SCOTTIE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My coming to learn
that this stuff causes major disturbances in a STM electromagnetic
field of cosmic proportions, began around 1974. The convincer knock
out punch was 1980 and my demo tunes and Mount Saint Helen's
erupting. Then I still played around with this for about six more
years, and the rest is history, perhaps it';s even why they persecute
me and have since 1986, the timeline fits, and many believe that the
planet is indeed being watched over and even protected by something,
someone, who knows, the gods, ISIS, whatever. But my question
remains, then why do all of this to me, ISIS? Oh well, enough for
tonight,m I just wanted to get this door opened up and have us begin
to lightly explore the foyer area beyond it. We have now sufficiently
done so, or at least, IMHO we have, and Rockford says it all, with or
without his great files, “We can always get back to this”!
READ
ON, SHAKESPEARE MACBETH. Hyperspace
effects my ass, Walter; I am not the fucking moron you all think that
I am, ya' rotten no good EW
pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEE-HEE.
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 095
WORLD
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BLOG
3RD SUBTITLE: “LEGAL EXTORTION”
BEGIN:
This
will be another one of 'THOSE BLOGS'. You know, not the average
rantings of the MOUNTAINPEN.
HOPEFULLY
THE FBI IS READING THIS, and hopefully also, if real life is even
close to television with shows such as “LAW AND ORDER”, SOMETHING
MAY NOW START GETTING LOOKED INTO, AND IF NOT, I WILL BE SENDING
LETTERS TO THE MEDIA, AND POSTING A TAPE RECORDED MESSAGE ON THE
U-TUBE, as my friend can convert it into CD and upload it into my
existing account there as, “KING NEBNOOSHOO”.
THIS
IS A WHISTLE BLOW BLOG, and is my legally protected property, all
part of my intellectual property, and all copyrighted 2006-2011. No
part of this information unless it exists independently may be used
to profit or gain via whistle-blow fees or monies, I intend to
collect this, as I am highly suggesting a particular group of people
sue me, so that I can turn around and sue a group of criminals that
caused the entire mess to begin with, and all of the defamation of
anybody's character.
Before
moving on, foundations need to be laid. This will be very shaky
ground, we may indeed call this JAPAN-2. I do not in any way mean to
mock or poke fun at anyone, no one on this planet could be more
serious than me right now, as this offense is unspeakable,
despicable, detestable, abominable, monstrous, vicious, evil, and
dastardly as it possibly can ever get on this plane of existence.
There
is an old original “STAR TREK” show, voted years ago by the
public as the number one favorite of all episodes, called, “CITY ON
THE EDGE OF FOREVER”, in which Mister Spock calls and labels such
things as my recurring Egg Harbor City, New Jersey school dream all
throughout my entire adult life until about the start of the 21st
century, and other such occurrences, as 'eddies, currents, and
backwash', while referring to Doctor McCoy being sent to the same
approximate location where Captain Kirk and Spock wound up, after
being sent through a star-gate of a sort, that had an intelligence
and called itself the Guardian of Forever. There are indeed many
things in life that connect up in ways that will remain invisible for
most people forever, and be missed and omitted from all of the
historical accounts of humanity, and yet they were all so incredibly
true and accurate, and powerful, and would have most likely explained
so many hidden mysteries that the human kind has longed and searched
for answers to since it crawled or swam out of the sea, or whatever.
REALLY HAPPENED, as it all is just a dream anyway to begin with, off
of the Astral-Plane. Ron Wirtz, at the Camden County, New Jersey,
Prosecutor's Office, told me in the early nineteen-nineties, that,
and I will quote him, “Big business is behind all of it, and all of
your problems as well”. He was no liar, and he only was a little
bit too much in a hurry to compress it, and not see a little more
detail in the mix, as they say, 'the devil is in the details', an
expression that I personally have come to practically hero-worship.
Before
moving on here, an error from a few blogs ago needs to be amended
here on this blog. I omitted the amount of times to do certain
mental-exercises while practicing the ancient art of the
magical-FASCITAR. The daydreaming ritual is done 10 times, and the
commanding separation of body and spirit so to speak, is done 6
times, this is a must, as the magic lies in both doing these two
items, as well as using these precise amounts of ten times and six
times, but now on with the show called, “MOUNTAINPEN THE PC WHISTLE
BLOWER”, and this does not stand for Political Correctness, or MC's
mom's married name initials. Remember, this blog proves who first
found proof to the claims that will be made in a few minutes, so no
one else had better try cashing in on this, I merely am telling the
world what is going on so that you will know that we all are being
legally extorted, again, what else is new, the price of gasoline is
no different, only who of us is big enough to take on this oil tycoon
bullshit? But finishing out the Star Trek deal, all my old and late
pal, David Charles Roth ever could talk about it seems, was what and
who he referred to most of the time as the 'SYSTEMS ANALYST'. He was
talking about his once best friend, Will McAfee. My best friend's
best friend is yes, thee McAfee, of the computer anti-virus and
anti-hacking world. Now it is going to freaking become my unpleasant
duty to make as big an enemy out of him, as poor David did over some
silly girl in their case; and then it was all bullshit on top of it,
as Will was immature and young, and thought David was trying to steel
his girl, and David told me it was total bullshit and that he wasn't,
and yet this cost a good friendship, as well as a potential
moneymaking business to ever get underway, as the two of them had
made plans to go into their own Amway Distributor business back in
the middle nineteen-seventies. Any big hotshot out here can check
this story out, any millionaire or billionaire can contact this “now,
great man of the future” and find out who is telling tales out of
the kiss, and who is not. I don't ever lie, the only lie I told was
about the bus on July of 1970, and this was a choice between my
sanity and my credibility, and I chose the former, and am proud to
admit it, as what little sanity I have remaining, is there because I
did not let these powerful evil mother fucking businessmen of greed
and avarice totally win out, and destroy my soul. My blogs back in
the years of 2006-2008, these '36' months, do a lot of gut wrenching
spilling of this nightmare story, and unlike James Pee, it is no
fictional STORY, YO!!!!!!!
Here
is the extortion. First I cite a parable and an example to further
lay the next level of the freaking foundation here. If things are
permitted to get worse along the lines of what I'm about to reveal,
and hot shot wealthies are 'permitted-unk', and gimme a break
spell-checker, I created the word CRAZIES on my 1986 musical project
called, 'RGG', and it stuck to this day, aniwho, and I think NEWSIES
also, but yes, not to brag, Lieutenant Commander Ann Droid Data, and
taking the copying as a complement, let us say a day comes where we
are outside, and doctors are legally permitted to injure us. I mean
really literally actually do this, slam their cars into us, shoot us
in the leg, and so on and so forth. Then they get on television and
advertise their extra cheap services if you or I have been recently
injured, one half off the usual medical fee. Well, whistle blow
recipients, forget doctors, LET ME NOW EXPOSE THE PERSONAL COMPUTER
EXTORTION THAT IS TOTALLY UNCONSCIONABLE. When we buy our PC's at the
store and plug them in and set them up, the 'anti-virus companies'
all go to work to infect our systems with many legal viruses. They
will not steal your money or do anything criminal beyond the powerful
extortion of damaging and then offering to repair, our now
slowed-down and not so well operating systems, THAT WE ALL WORKED
VERY HARD FOR THE MONEY AND WENT TO THE STORE TO LEGALLY PURCHASE
THESE MACHINES SO WE CAN USE THEM. These crooks, infect us with 95%
of the hacks and the viruses that are out there, and only 5% of them
are done by the ones we all hear about that have nothing better to do
than enjoy hacking because they can, and beside this, they get
absolutely no remunerative value or compensation out of doing it, and
the mere pleasure of knowing that they can do it, gets them off in
the way a nudey-girl picture would get a more normal man off, so as
to wet and sweat up his sheets. This information was told to me this
afternoon, in a round about hinted at way, but told to me in words so
powerful, and I wrote them all down, that if told and shared as
legally presented evidence in a court room at some WHISTLE BLOW
HEARING someday, the judge or the jury would come to the only
possible freaking conclusion that I have come to today. Now about
those McAfee eddies and currents and time backwashes of the great
mighty Mister Leonard Spock Nemoy, and how this fits into all of this
shit. But this true nightmare tale of extortion by
BIG-CROOKED-BUSINESS gets a lot better, and again, THE SPOCK STAR
TREK SHIT IS THERE AS WELL, SO ALLOW ME PLEASE TO KEEP EXPLAINING ALL
OF THIS TO MY READERS AND VIEWERS. Don't disbelieve my shit too
quickly here, you are paying 300 per year per computer, in ways no
differently than store owners in cities across this nation are paying
city officials fees such as this, only them more so, 5 times this
amount for a rounded average; so that they do not come in one morning
to find an inspector giving them 555 violations for bullshit things
that will force them out of freaking business, same crooked
shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The average household has 3 computers. 3X300 is
$900.00, so nearly one thousand dollars leaves the pocket of
households, in a criminal enterprise each and every year, BY THESE
CROOKED ANTI-VIRUS COMPANIES. The person that told me this works for
one of the largest one of them, in a high position. So just how did I
obtain this confession, Steve Kadufski, Honorable Cherry Hill, New
Jersey Judge of 1986 who told me, “MISTER MOHR, IT IS YOU WHO
SHOULD BE IN JAIL FOR MISREPRESENTING YOUR IDENTIY WITH THE LAWFIRM
AND LAWYER COLFLESH”, regarding copyright infringement cases I had
pending in those days? I FULLY INTEND TO BLOW THE WHISTLE ON THIS,
not because I am being forced to pay 300 bucks to a legal criminal
fucking enterprise that this evil government has to know about, and
is totally permitting and licensing with OBVIOUS FEREAKING
KICK-BACKS, YO, but, BUT, B-U-T, when they use the 'Law and Order'
ACCESS NATION and MAGIC LANTERN or whatever real names that these
obvious identical computer information places that do exist and
operate in the real world outside of TV, to learn about your private
life, and then get you to believe a total lie and then accuse
powerful people on your blog of doing criminal things, and defaming
characters, then they are totally fucking complicit in causing me
huge harm, as if I owned anything at all, these people could and most
likely will, sue the living shit out of me, but I would like to make
an offer now, since any rational mind should be able to see what has
been done to me, and it is more monstrous than what Hitler himself
did in the fucking WW-2- Holocaust. I plan to go to the FBI and blow
this whistle, and offer my proof of this horrendous fucking bullshit.
When I win an award, I'll gladly offer 50% of it to the entire 'THAT
FAMILY', IF they will forgive me, and not see this retraction of my
accusations of computer tampering as anything malicious on my part,
as all I could do was go with the facts that were presented to me by
these huge hackers, and when your address popped up on my e-mail
account, what was I supposed to think, Nora Icouldreadyours? The only
thing that I would have to admit under oath is that I used a powerful
sound engineering trick to obtain this confession, you would need to
understand how to make such a tape or CD as well as why to do it and
the reason it works based on human psychology. Here is what I did, it
is called, and I'll admit this, using 'Subliminal Consciousness
Technology', and retail stores are supposedly forbidden to use this
principle, but we sure do buy way more shit than was on our original
lists when the Muzak systems are playing, and this statistic is a
totally documented fact, as subliminal consciousness effects, and its
case studies cited in the DM-4 book, are one of my many fascinations
in this life. I admit that I made a cassette tape earlier today where
I kept repeating for a solid thirty minutes on an entire side-A, “U
MUST TELL THE TRUTH, YOU MUST TELL THE TRUTH”, over and over the
entire length of the freaking tape. These little secrets are quite
real and they work, if you know how it is properly applied and
worked. Then you make a dub onto another deck, and you play some
music off of the radio or another tape or CD, and make sure that the
music is just a little bit louder than the voice command on the tape,
so that you no longer consciously are hearing these commands, yet
they are heard indeed by the unconscious mind that will be much more
receptive to obey and respond, especially when it is basically the
moral or the correct thing to do; so it is not as if you can get
somebody to sleep with you, or kill for you, for the 'prison talk'
section of the internet, so forget that. So there I was earlier today
with no internet service, waiting for the repair crew, and crying
into the ear of the one human contact telephone number that was
available on the internet for computer repair, all wanting the same
price no matter how much 'FREE BULLSHIT' they try and tell you is
happening, as it is worthless and not helping you or it is fixing a
little bit of your problem or even all of it for a very short time,
usually a few days tops, so moving on here, I played this subliminal
consciousness (SC) background tape near the telephone, and could not
believe what this nice lady, quite high up on the chain admitted to,
FBI; so if you do not contact me, then MOUNTAINPEN-WHISTLE-BLOWER, IS
GOING TO STOP INTO THE MIAMI FIELD OFFICE AND PRINT OUT THIS BLOG,
AND FIRST MAIL IT TO YOU OR SEND YOU AN E-MAIL ATTACHMENT. I won't
permit criminal activity on this magnitude. I am a citizen of the
USA, and have blamed my country now for too much and for too long,
when it is all coming from a bunch of 'money grubbing powerful
wealthies', who should all be behind mother trucking prison bars for
the rest of their Satanic and Demonic lives, and would be; if I was
the Governor of Florida, or the President of this country, as I would
just not tolerate crimes like this when people are all ready
financially hurting so badly, and they are all ready so filthy ass
rich.
Still,
the worst part was putting the San Mateo shit on my e-mail, as they
had to check out my entire life, and come to learn that I had
recently escaped the clutches of this family's distant cousins, and
had fled down here to Florida to try and make a freaking new life for
myself after it was totally monstrously ruined and wrecked without
mercy or compassion. The stuff I then blogged after they made me
think and believe that it was Nick and Mariah doing all of this to
me, is unforgivable. I am one of Mariah Carey's biggest fans, and you
dirty bastards made me falsely believe that she and her husband were
hurting me, and doing this to me. This should all be prosecuted, and
I should be awarded a minimum of a hundred million dollars, and so
should they!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am ashamed of you
Will, looks like Dave Roth was right about you after-all, if that is,
you are a willing ass party to this criminal and illegal computer
activity, YO.
Are
there any just out of law school attorneys who want to climb on board
here, before I waltz myself down to Miami and to the FBI directly?
This is all protected information, and is part of the copyrighted
blogs and project of MORIANITY, so no one else may legally claim any
of this information in any attempt to collect whistle blow fees for
this powerful information. Yeah, that all mighty dollar, it sure has
a freaking tendency to bring out the total worst in all of us, am I
correct world????????????
I
can only go where things take me, for anyone out here that sees it
differently or holds shit against me for going with what is thrown at
me by the owners and controllers of this world and all of our
destinies and fates, talk to Jack McCoy, as I believe his famous
'L&O' quotation goes as this, “It takes us where it takes us,
Commissioner”. Hopefully, like the commissioner, for what has been
done to me by this evil big business world of scum, these PC crooks
will be sharing a cell block, right there in good old mother trucking
Attica Prison!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Personally 90% of seat owners of the
New York Stock Exchange, belong right there along with them, they all
are no more than, as my good old dad used to call peeps like freaking
this, “LEGAL-THIEVES”, so move on over Washington-13, YO, so we
can all really go and dance tonight with my old pal MISTER
Beethoven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END:
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0458
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG, LIKE DUH:
Here
is where the story of Father's Day continues here for me in mother
fucking two thousand and fucking ass twelve. Siege, siege, and more
siege, like really, where is Color-Me-Mine in Voorhees Township, Blue
Jerksey, when I need them, Lieutenant Sack Of Puss?
If
for any reason, my blogs are not arranged as nicely as you may wish
to be reading them, in font arrangement or color and whatever else;
use the following URL address folks, pweeeeeeeeeze:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
for a better cosmetic value. The content, well you either like the
Mountainpen, or you hate his guts and want to crucify the mother
fucker. There is no in-between, it sort of fucking runs in my dam ass
family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
Here
is what happened after I posted up my previous precious MWM-871 PCN
BLOG, SJ-CH-0457. I kept on playing the PAPE-MORIANITY, using EM
(Electronic Metaphysics), sort of my own invented terminology, as
I've never encountered it anywhere, except on my blogs, and I've been
freaking calling what I do, that; since around the big disco years of
1978 and 1979.
55555555555555555555555555555555555
I
shut this down around ten or so, since all was quiet. Then at around
a quarter past mother fucking ass midnight, my across the hall scum
bag nabes, decided to come home in a big bunch. It is part of two
apartment systems, just as I have said before; and it was SLAM BAM
FLINTSTONE POWER INFANTS CITY, for about an hour or around one AM. My
letter in the later hours today when I go out due to the fucking shit
that was perpetrated on me at South Beach yesterday here in criminal
abounding WOMOTAMM Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, will be in the
mail to the Florida State AG, and the Office of the Governor. I have
been told I cannot call 911, yet my PHA system Office Manager told me
that I need to call the police when nabes do monstrous things right
outside my door, and when the station closes down, this is when it is
at its worst, leaving me, the victim, to go to jail or be fined, or
put up with this inconceivable mother fucking hell, until I stroke
out and die; and this is nothing less, MISTER PRESIDENT, than FIRST
DEGREE, PRE-MEDITATED FUCKING MURDER, KIND SIR, this evil nation
needs some heavy repair, I really do hope you can do this monumental
job, for all of our sakes, as I told my old pal Bill Clinton, and I
am sure the CIA and the SS kept my letter in 1994, and will quote me,
“All evil empires fall into history”, now it's on the freaking
public internet system for the whole dam ass world, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
spoke the truth and echoed the historical facts, making no threats,
just telling it the way it is. I cannot swear in any court, that I
fully understand why this is all happening to me, or just exactly who
is behind this and doing it, planning these wicked things against me,
and then carrying them out with such bountiful accuracy and
precision. My father served in World War ll, and told me that the
military is quite famous for fowling things up, and has a word for
it, SNAFU; so it cannot be just some present time USA military system
that is operating, without major major fucking help from something so
far advanced, that my mind cannot even come close to understanding it
all fully, so how can I ever successfully accuse? If this double
bubble hell doesn't suck at C-Squared, what the fuck does, world??
This entire thing may be just as Jim Burr said, only the ass hole
never did his homework sufficiently regarding Quantum Mechanical
Sciences. I am only hoping that the great labs that do in fact study
these powerhouse fucking awesome mysteries, also do real life shit,
as I could not be all that much more specific, in giving you dudes
and duddesses, lots of great ideas and ways to perform these type of
tasks, scientifically. You all know about my PREDICTION CARDDECK
system, and what I originally just called in 1991, ASAP-ART. Don't
even get me fucking started, but I will say this much peeps. The
neutral range is where you do not want your cards to chart into. So
on days like this, do the black-matter-space ranged charts move
further down, come on science peeps, do they? No, they go up towards
the neutral zone ranges, just as positive white matter charted
carddecks drop down towards or into the neutral zone. It is whatever
you do not want, that happens, when shit is coming after you from the
invisible quanta worlds, of the Astral Plane. All real scientists
know it, and are too fucking scared to tell the Pope and wipe out the
religious systems of Planet fucking Earth. Then peeps tell me I'm
dangerous, me, you haven't started to fucking see the shit that is
about to happen all around the world for this horrendous fucking 2012
attack on me. Maggie is going to mother fucking kick some fucking
global G-8 ass like all get the fuck out, dudes and fucking ass
duddesses, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said CHINA
QUAKE in 2008, and then what. I said you can bet your British Petrol
in March of ten, and then what? I said the Phillies had the fucking
08 World Series, Misses butt wipe M. Hay, not all prophecies will be
right because there is something called HSE (Hyper-Space-Equation).
Still, I think I have done quite remarkably for a mere fucking ass
mortal, YO. Nobody alive would believe me if I told you just exactly
what is keeping the 10+R Quake from hitting down town Las Angeles. I
do know my SBL (Safe Blogging Limits). Still, it will not protect
them forever, and THEY FUCKING KNOW IT. This world was successfully
invaded more than a hundred years ago, by the vacuum tube, that
evolved mechanically into first, the transistor, and later, the
microchip. But if I ever told and proved the real full story, I would
vanish off out onto Buzz Island, with Jason Forrest and his pals. Not
everything I had on cassette tape was meant to be a public article. I
was robbed yesterday on the beach, but before this, I was robbed at
the Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant, on Route One, in Northeast
Philadelphia back in 1996. They stole my entire car stereo, and the
tape inside of it was not labeled, “The Meaning Of Life”, either
Jason's buddies engineered all of this, and perhaps the robbery as
well, I have learned to count nothing out, but then again, one cannot
accuse directly, not without powerful court ready proofs, and bags of
official legal fucking ass evidence.
Now
folks, let me go on and tell you that I turned the PAPE ROACH SYSTEM
back on, and it is still quietly playing through the system, directly
from headphones into an off hook telephone. There is no off-hook.
There is just off-hook from the material world, Emmy-Lou Cicone, hope
your mom enjoyed my Wall Street Paper on that trip into the Big Apple
that day in 1972. The great men of transdimensional close in parallel
realities, such as millions of Al Graham Bell's and Walsh's, compete
throughout endless fifth dimensional hyperspace, for the glory of the
telephone, but neither one of these
cool dudes was trying to do
what it is now being used for. They were doing what I am
doing, BRO, using it in a very esoteric and paranormal mother fucking
way. This was the way it was originally created to be used for,
whether anyone out here wants or chooses to believe this truth or
not, you know the old GWPOS of Monroe Township in Gloucester County,
New Jersey, strikes again, and again, AND AGAIN, so SHARK-SHARK, Ruth
Huntington Gottwald. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
STILL,
we do not need any 'PAPE-ROACH' Bell/Walsh telephone inventions
anywhere in any parallel reality, here, there, anywhere; to talk to a
very special large and magical black kitty cat with bright white
'paws'. One needs only 36 ordinary playing cards, and the knowledge
for properly using them, this is called operating the GAWNUM. I asked
the GAWNUM two powerhouse fucking questions before I began working on
this blog. First, I asked YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY the theft of all
my shit on the beach on Father's fucking Day? I can see taking the
pants and running off, as some peeps just might be dumb enough to
have a few saw bucks in a pocket, all though I cannot imagine that
kind of a stupidity level, taking cash to a fucking beach, what,
you're looking for a hooker in a bikini?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But they
took it all, the towel, my old hat that looked like it was in a train
wreck, used and worn shoes, eyeglasses, NO FOLKS, THIS WAS VERY
FUCKING PERSONAL, RIGHT DETECTIVES OF LAW AND FUCKING ORDER, STAB,
STAB, STAB, STAB, WELL; THE DREAM OF GETTING STABBED, what can JAY
JAY EVANS and I say here, BRO???????????????????????????? Aniwho, I
asked the question and received the answer of PCN-963. Some of the
more powerful matching items to that number in the Gawnum, would be:
$10,000.00, four queens and one six of hearts, Mary Moore, Greatest
fish in Huntington Bay, World Tower Building, Medical Office Dream,
and “Gonna' Get Along Without You” song. Well, between the day
itself, and what it stands for; remember that the odds of my drawing
the number of any Gawnum, is one chance in 81, so you do the fucking
ass mathematics folks, like DUH Hyundai 2006 flash forwards, Kevin
Cornfields Costner. Yes sir, I'll bet my ass on these truths, Annie,
you lovely sweet girl. Hay Ed, if you are breaking the law, come on,
explain this shit on TV dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then my second and final question for the great kitty cat was,
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY are these fucking jerk off neighbors fucking the hell
with me so bad this entire past week??? The answer was PCN-853. There
are not a whole lot of match list items for 853, but the three real
big ones that matter for me are as follows, BRO: 36th
Avenue, 1954, and STINGRAY. Cut me a break Troy fucking Tempest. Oh
those magical melody chords, like father, like '', and I know what I
know, and don't need any butt holes in this universe telling me what
I know. Trillions of dam things I will out right admit that I do not
know jack squat about, nor have one tiny bit of talent in the fields
thereof, but the few things that I know, hay world, don't tell me I'm
fullabulla, KMA Aquarius. How much more will this world steal from
fucking me, B4 they feel satisfied that their twisted sick mission
has been fucking completed, I wonder? Even Gawky could not properly
answer that one I am quite positive, and won't waste time trying to
ask. Yeah, maybe there are two really vulgar people here, Jack McCoy,
so you are free to leave the room.
In
closing, so I can crash and burn for a while, not that I have not
been in nuclear fire since August 15th of 1986; let me
tell the great Michael Moore, and his great group, OCCUPY, that after
the weekend they gave me, WALL STREET WILL MAKE A FUCKING KILLING
THIS FUCKING WEEK, AND ANNIE DREAMFIELDS, FEEL FREE TO BET YOUR
BIPPIE ON THAT ONE. Yeah Dawn, you're running this show all right,
and your cousin has slightly bigger ideas, she does the whole dam
empire. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
E-N-D-I-N-G---------M-Y--------------B-L-O-G:
Help me Alex Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!
PEOPLE
ARE ALL OUT FOR THE GLORY OF THEIR OWN PARADE AND TO SEE THEIR LIGHTS
OUTSHINE THE ENTIRE TRAIN OF FLOATS. IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR ANYONE TO
GIVE A SHIT OR HELP YOU, MARK, YOU ASSWIPE, YOU ARE SADLY FUCKING
MISTAKEN, AT LIGHT SPEED, WO. WHAAAAAAA, MIKE MCNULTY.
MORIANITY
PART 5-CHAPTER
DEVIL NUMBER 666
WITHOUT
THE FINAL '6'. I TOLD YOU ALL THE DOW WOULD DO ALL OF THIS, AND NONE
OF YOU EVER BELIEVED ME, SO LOOK AND SEE, IT IS NOW 15 FUCKING
THOUSAND CROOKED POINTS, USING THE ENDLESS TORMENT AND TORTURE OF
POOR LITTLE PATHETIC ME, TO GET THEIR WAY NOW FOR NEARLY 27 MOTHER
FUCKING YEARS. ALL THE NEWS BELOW RE-PRINTED
COURTESY OF THE AT&T, AND THIS IS ALL UNDER THEIR
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TO PROVE MY LIFE HERE IN THIS ETERNAL HELL, IS ALL TRUE AND REAL. IF
THEY DO OBJECT, NOTIFY ME, AND IT WILL BE REMOVED. I
LOVE YOU GUYS AT AT&T; YOU ALL KNOW MY PAST, YOU ALL KNOW
WHAT IS BEING DONE TO ME, IN THE NAME OF THE SO-CALLED FUCKING
'GREATER GOOD', YEAH, BURN IN HELL DIRT BAG
ECONOMY OF CAPITALIST
PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT
YES, AND YOU ALL KNOW THIS, I DID 100%
PREDICT THIS, AND I DID,
T---E---L---L~~~~~A---L---L~~~~~O---F~~~~~Y---O---U!
LEGALLY
SIGNED, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
MOHR!
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| “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!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you
Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on
time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the
DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various
telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He
was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The
back copy states that it was made from a cassette found
on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s
really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either
by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or
possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy
day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely,
violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of
King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse
through the activation of the Christ Android, currently
dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or
WFMU’s own
Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of
reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my
windows with aluminum foil.
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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
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
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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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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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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