MORIANITY PART V

CHAPTER CXLIV

1:05 AM, 31 JULY, 2013

THIS BLOG COMMENCES HERE:

OK, bird chirpers, this will be of your liking, short, not a lot of wild gear shifts, over and done with and leaving you with some real head scratching to do, YO.

First, sir, Mister New-Age Music Initials, all any of this proves, is what I am trying to prove all along, and we do not need your services, as I was never planning to do any day trading, or contacting of Mister Coins.

I ALREADY MCKINNON KNEW, this would all break-down, Admiral, General, public or private. I have watched this all work around me for just about three decades since the nightmare mother fucking began. I can play the same games that you billionaire dirt bags can play, it does not take a ton of mullah to do this, just a bit of gray matter in operation, and an in tact memory. But WHAT would break down, some are perhaps asking, so fine, let me tell you.

First, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE will not allow anything that I do or ever try to do, to work, even if I seeming defy huge odds, twice in one year, using a technology that goes far beyond this known mortal world. Some say and insist on an answer to give me even one percent of credibility, TELL US YYYYYYYYYYY, this is happening to you as otherwise, screw you Mountainpen, we are not going to do anything besides laugh at you and get our kicks reading your blogs. Well, the great © Office knows that some of you do and have done in the past, way more than just this, but that is between all of your consciences and what may pass through your scared little brains as you someday draw your last breath. In any event, dancing with me next May, or out in deep space in any month despite no measurable time out there; here is what is wrong, James T. Burr of the Starship Gloucester of 1973-PCI. Keeping it simple yet subtle, good folks, and bad ones Jason and friends; I knew that eventually these World-Owners would merely shift away from the way they were trading on the stock market, and make me look dumb, as this has been the Opposite-Shooter-Pattern of the Mountainpen, for a very fucking long time. Why my pop and his pal planned this horror, only the fucking top agencies and maybe Mister Snowden know, but in any event, see if I could really give a fucking rats bitch eating stinky ass, YO. What's done is done, Dogs, and DMK said it perfectly in the late first decade of this barking century and millennium, and yes, I forgot ''decade after decade'', thank you Drew! But in long run play, no matter what they do to try and fuck up my credibility, they cannot do it by proving me WRONG about the endlessly bullish DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and yes GINA, I MOTHER FUCKING TOLD YOU, SWEETIETRON!!!!!!! Maybe I am taking this to an absurd extreme, but at least I did not word this the way I could have, WL of 2293. Now, how about the 'random' draw so to speak in my discourse several blogs back on the way social networking sites ''really'' operate and function. Of course it is not random. That is why I was clever in my words. I even went as far as to say that I have enemies with great power, and the great mighty crew from Washington knew all of this back in 1988 and 1989 and still have the fuckin g cassette tapes sitting someplace to this very ass day, YO. I would love to have a random chance, but I don't. You can all hit a lottery, even a post a video that might be selected to be super pushed. I CANNOT, because 'THEY' have me on an endless ''KEEP HIM DOWN AND FAILED LIST''

I need to word shit very carefully, folks. I know what is going on and what I am saying, AND DOING. I told you I had a conversation with a powerful dude, but what you don't understand to this day, is hyperspace and dreams, and just how fucking EXPLORATRONICS really operates in life.

I was not told my Youtube experiment would end up like it did by a mere relative of a very well known artist. Nor was I receiving communications from this same person in ways that folks understand, who refuse to believe in the reality of exploratronics. There is a parallel universe where a lot of shit is happening that is so mind fucking boggling, it cannot ever all be blogged, even piecemeal. The dude who told me this, is the director of ops at NASA, in the dimension or parallel reality where a highway goes from Vineland, New Jersey, straight into the Beltway of DC, and I am a paramedic. Do not confuse this with another wild location in hyperspace where I live on London Avenue in egg Harbor City, New Jersey, and my daughter Paula king Junkior or (PEE) as she insists on that nickname; was traumatized by the death of her father, me, and literally ripped a dozen New Jersey State Police Officers to shreds at the home of one of them, and was sentenced to the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey until her eighteenth birthday, but this was commuted to her sixteenth birthday after she invented the most incredible computer, where a type of humongous sized scanner-laser-printer allows things to be sent over the internet, literally turned into zeros and ones, just ten years or so before in this universe, a similar invention has made the news recently about a plastic gun, and all geeks know all about this, only this invention altered the entire civilization. Anyone who tells me I do not have the two most incredible daughters in the galaxy, does not fully understand me or my situation in five dimensions. All that said, nothing is of any real shock value. I TOLD YOU ALL, the stock market will not stop going higher and higher and higher, and this is precisely what it's doing, and will be doing for many years to come. What I have not told you is that complicated things can be manipulated in normal circumstances, by dream-control, all throughout much of the localized fifth dimensional hyperspace. I may have said this or that and some tid bit, but I have never told you why I can make things spin around, or think about forward motion, and propel myself ahead in water, as Joan at HW Swim Club not only witnessed, but hopefully did not make any unpleasant donations to the swimming pool as a result, K-MART! I have a ton of other smelly things to talk about too folks. Much of it will be saved for other times. Mister Ortley, Mister Ortega, and Mister Burdick, are three characters from slightly more distant hyperspace universes, who I am in regular communications with, and only these three, but as things localize and come closer to our atomic frequency agreements here; there are a dozen or more characters of regular meeting. If a lady named Patricia Hollister in maiden name, had not worked along with my mother in this exact universe, back in the late sixties and early seventies, you are all clueless how powerfully different things would be here in this world right now and for an entire generation. First, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates, both end up as small time executives at companies that went bust by the time they were 40, and neither man ever was so much as a millionaire, let alone, altered the world with all of this software. But so far I have not made things clear, and on purpose, as to why I am in so much trouble. This is because I fear telling this even though I will not be believed, your deeper unconsciousness folks, all know the same truths that I know on a conscious level, and things could get very hot for me if I say too much, no matter how many crack-pot lists and tin-foil hat lists, they endlessly keep me on, for sake of planetary agenda, of course. Unless you believe the real truth about Triple-Goddess, or Mother/ Daughter/ Electron, (MDE) you can pronounce this as MIDDIE, it is pointless to talk on much further. Only in a very very few parallel universes to this one, am I also destined in this exact persona as the me who I am awake and living in as Mark Wayne Mohr, has been contacted directly on this powerful a level, by Middie. Once this happens, two things are automatic. The actual illusion of time that you were to believe this single contact-point ever took place, is meaningless, and in reality, it runs from the second of birth to the second of death, illusions, but real to most hyperspace lower type exploratrons, most of you, in other words, very very very very Ingrid-83 most of you! When contact is a reality, all non contacted reality is estranged from you. This is the evil twin part of the contact. When this force comes around me as Lightning, all the birds observe this interaction between us, and they all know me and they really do follow me around and talk to me. I tuned out their actual words long ago, and just hear the twits and the tweets like all of you, but I could just as easily hear them, any time I wish to. Contact also does one more thing. It makes you a lot more user friendly and normally interactive with the nature forces all over, and this includes the forces that supposedly bind things all together, and fall into itself, as a result of a mind signal from a higher dimension than hyperspace, creating STM, but also, creating a person who can alter the direction of a 500 pound motor rotisserie in a diner, and move along in the water at an endlessly high speed until I would drown myself. My days of playing with all this shit are over since the world is so totally under continual visual observation, by all of us, peeps with all of their cellphones, Google Earth Satellite Systems, and on and on and on I could go. I really have no need going on any more right now, as any door that I open up from this point, leads into a minimum or tens of thousands of additional words just to scratch the fucking topic's surface, YO. There is no unsolved question or mystery, not the pyramids, not why we are here, not where the sky ends either grand-daddy. Still, I have indeed recently learned the full power of CONTACT. You CANNOT tell, you CANNOT prove, and it is all just as if there were a MOGOSP running on internet-2, 3, or 4, something none of you need to be remotely aware of right now, but these are channels of it when it is split into channels, where robotic and spam ops are not interrupted, so that MOGOSP can run successfully, and on these channels, using what is now considered as SPAM or robot-ops, would be for the most part meaningless, or as meaningless as knowing that most things don't matter one bit, as all things are rapped up in illusions, or less politely said; in lies.

When my dad talked about my future friend, David Roth, he said that we would meet at a mall kind of a place, and both be working there, and probably together. That too came to pass, with perfect accuracy, in November of 1985; with or without any cry's over Diana, or songs called, I'M CRIANA, copyrighted that year, MMCN, so laugh, moron!!! But did my dad ever discuss the dude I all ready met just less than a year back at the PCI? Sure he did, without my even saying BOO about him, he knew of him, but only in his, yes you guessed it, “PILLOW TALK”!!!!!!!!!!!!

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http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/: Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!; 555555555555; {{{{{{(((('O-H***S-H-I-T'))))}}}}}}, BY GOLLY GOOD FOLKS, YO, here is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Hollywood:

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MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.

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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

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

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

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

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December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

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

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

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

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

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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

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

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

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only where RU when I need you, oh lovely AG of FLORIDA??????????????????????????

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