MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER #00117

12:52 POST MERIDIAN, 3 FUCKED UP SUPER BOTBAR JULY, TWENTY-THIRFUCKINGCUNTEATINGTEEN, YO YO YO YO YO

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BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW, am I under a mother fucking SUPER OTAMMIC DEATH FUCKING SIEGE, LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND DOGS!!!!!!!

The SKY persecution is major, but the assault today is mother fucking way beyond just this, it is a magnetic or psychic attack, and much mother fuckin g more is going on all fucking cunt around me, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instead of boring my audience with same old same old dick licking bullshit here folks, I WON'T discuss the attack any further other than to paste in something, and then we will ignore these cunt chewing total trash, and move into PROJECT NSA-DREAMING JEANNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This will be my RETALIATORY FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE for what is being done to me now ever fucking since 1986 when this assault on me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all fucking seemed to begin, not that shit in my fucking diseased puke sucking life was some fucking ass heaven before that, as it fucking was certainly not, YO YO YO YO, AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER FUCKING MICHAEL MCNULTY, SIR, FROM FUCKING DIESEASED Ass 1971, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAA!!

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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.; 555555555555; {{{{{{(((('O-H***S-H-I-T'))))}}}}}}, BY GOLLY GOOD FOLKS, YO, here is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Hollywood: LIFE 4 ME SUCKS; and sister, I was better off dying of fucking Aids in '83, FOR THE FUCKING MISERABLE 1984 RECORD, AND ALL UGD'S!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this is the one out of eight times, we would have dropped a few bucks, but notice, this is the first trading session since I told y'all about following the follow, that it did not work, it seems to work about 7 or 8 times in ten. Most brokers that say they can give you something with a 75% accuracy, would be fired and jailed by the SEC. Also, more is going on recently than meets the eye, Weena Wells. Well, she and her boyfriend would be the two that wouldn't need to hear that morsel of information. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT! {{{{{{(((('O-H***S-H-I-T'))))}}}}}}, BY GOLLY GOOD FOLKS, YO, here is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Hollywood: LIFE SUCKS, and sister, I was better off dying of fucking Aids in '83, but good old Maggie decided to retrieve my miserable life, right Shirley Grant, G-R-A-N-T?????? Where the fuck are you McGinty and Weena, Jesus Christ?

Well Golly, Sergeant Carter, of the USMC, salute me in the ship if you want, but in any case, that was a long long distance away, huh guys. I know you read my blogs, who's kidding fucking who, Exploratronic Supermind society????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Asteroids and Comets

When I tell today's revenge secret, regarding my pillow talking father from fucking January of 1974, there will be some very sorry fucking people out here, somewhere, AND ONLY THEY WILL KNOW JUST WHO THEY ARE, AND I KNOW THAT THEY ARE READING THIS BLOG, ALONG WITH ANOTHER ABOUT 5 PERCENT OF NON-OTAMMITES; PRAISE ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJK, KNOWN MORTALLY AS GOD, JEHOVAH, JEHOVAH GOD, and known to me as my teen-queen Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle.

Thank you Diana for the back to back visits. I really need your help, I AM BEING FUCKING MAULED AND PUMMELED, SWEETIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I loved your gorgeous ''Lakehouse Lightning'', PETA-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but now I need your help, please burn down my enemies and strike them with your power and loveliness, my beyond hot and great wonderful awesome teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'LL TAKE YOU TO YOUR FAVORITE WATERFALLS TONIGHT, LOVELY PRECIOUS SWEET DIANA, know that my wonderful beautiful endless love and BABY-BLOND! But for right now, HA-HA-Ha, you missed me Jane Dirtbag with your ones-clock-attack, it's now fucking 19 minutes past one, you rotten bitch. What you did to me just over 20 years ago at that ball-field in Georgia, is WAY FAR BEYOND FUCKING UNFORGIVABLE and as Dawn would put it quite perfectly, honey; this shit is merely what it is, no more and no less. An enemy put a mouse in my apartment a few days back while I was out on my previous errands, not the ones I went on today and got cremated with planes and chemtrails all over town, worse than in a very fucking long ass time, YO YO YO YO!!!

Well, Sherry-Lee P honey, you wanted my time car, the old 94 SATAN, well, you got it. Enjoy it, along with the wonderful monster ass dude himself. Wow, what a bunch of lovelies I have been forced to contend with for 60 goddam years. Jeese Louise, Fonty Cable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, fuck my assault today, we can always play James Maverick Rockford, and get back to this later, loose fucking teeth and all, Jimbo, sorry old pal. For now, we will tie Sherry-Lee Pote, the automobile insurance Sales Person back in 1997, in with my father further back in early 1974 with his pillow sleep talking, while I carefully listened in.

First, my blogs discussed on many chapters throughout the past times since they began on the 'Blogger dot com' web-site, in January of 2006; how he already was totally and fully aware of future times, no guesswork at all. He knew all about the details of movies that were years and years away from being not only made, but even conceived of in those minute details, by the writers, of the great awesome fucking STAR TREK people. He knew about the space stations that built the ships, describing the movies in detail, on this one part. All of the end seventies and into th eighties and nineties movies, depicted these very platforms in orbit around Earth, that build the large star ships. Back then, no one even thought of such things, it would be like today if I told you in a serious tone, let's field travel to Galaxy QYV3958-34588, 300,000,000 light years away, meet up with some of my friends; and then return back here ten seconds after we departed. I mean this. This is no fucking exaggeration, I promise. But the pillow talking 'sleep-talker' father of mine did not end things with Star Trek platforms building Enterprise Starships, not by a fucking Perry White phone hang-up long shot, sir inspector Kent Louigee Henderson. Well, my father on another night, went on an angry tirade in his sleep, telling a sales lady to stop trying to steal the special automobile that was being planned for my son to have when he ends his thirties. What special automobile, I was thinking, as would you too be thinking. You see, I'm really not as far out and weird as many of you may wish to believe, or listen to the crazy cursing dudes writer and friend of Jason Forrest of the internet radio, WFMU. No one more than fucking me, would love to have a hum drum ordinary normal life, without whatever this is dogging me endlessly, ever since it just fucking popped magically intro my proximity and surroundings in August on 1986. NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one soul would want more than me, to have a MOTHER FUCKING NORMAL AVERAGE LIFE, whatever that really works out to be, in some powerful group's idea of 'reality'; NOT A ONE! Ed Himacane lied to me and promised that one person with enough clout, would eventually read my life story, and want to get involved and help me with this problem, that is in no way imagined or just some fucking ass psychotic fucking delusion, no matter what 99% of you assholes insist on believing and chuckling at, despite major proofs over and over, posted by me, this blogger, onto my blogs, for years and years and fucking cunt years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But shall we remain on point for right now peeps, and discuss the pillow talk about Sherry-Lee Pote, back in 1974, describing an incident in the autumn of 1997, 23 fucking chromosome years in the double helix fucking future, YO YO BOUNCED AROUND © 1988, MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN J CROWLEY , Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »

John J Crowley's entire criminal record

The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:

Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

Race:	White
Sex:	Male	Eyes:	Blue
Height:	6'0	Hair:	Brown
Weight	205 lbs.	Age/DOB:	4/12/1947

Offense or Statute

Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

Alias(es)

JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

Even this awful evil son of a bitch devil from the mother of a devil, could not inflict the pain on me back late in the fucking 70's, like the mother fucking jerk off scum bags have done to me since middle 1986, sending me to eternal fucking ass HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father talked about a strange sales lady who would be making me a trade or an exchange, costing me a valuable and necessary tool and ability that I needed to have, in my special circumstances, under this affliction caused to me by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE and their unrelenting barrage of life destruction endless attacks on my life, without an ounce of fucking mercy, or shame or conscience, whatsoever. L will tell you that he spoke certain things that naturally, even with my superb long memory, it will be word paraphrased, but I remember the gist of what was said in his 'sleep' that the cosmic forces quite obviously wanted and meant for me to hear, those nights from long ago.

Let me get into my little buggy and hee haw out of here, just as I did before, YO! But before this comes into fucking cunt fruition folks, Dad went on for around an hour, discussing legislators, Washington, DC, and politics; and just how filthy dirty it all is; and that with one stroke of a pen, at any time; anyone's life can be irrevocably altered forever, even in this so called, and I say this term loosely as diareah flows, “free country”. He also went on an don about an older friend who in the beginning, I thought was Jim Burr, but it was not, it was David Roth, and it took me until living down here in hot fucking ass miserable Florida, to really put all of the one and ones together, and get all of the proper two-answers. When my dad talked about the future friend, David Roth, he said that we would meet at a mall kind of a place, and both be working there, abnd probably together. Tat too came to pass with perfect fucking 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!!!!!!!!

It is time for me to stop banging the walls Misses wonderful Marola, and cross over to the other side of the tracks, sweetie!!!!!!!!!

Without waiting much longer, I will just vanish out of view for another 70 day-off grid period, sort of like 2008 all over again, with a little late 2009 all mixed into the soup recipe, YO BRRR!

He also finished on this one night with this about Washington politics, then Dave Roth, and sure enough, as with Jim, was a little older than me, and he went onto tell me that the two of us were destined to be in a great struggle of some kind that he could not begin to explain to me. Now by this point, I had managed to slowly get him into a half-way-zone, where he was almost my subject, and was hypnotized and in my controlled trance, and I began to quiz my own father about stuff. This is when I was told that he and Albert Einstein, under a secret project after the Electromagnetic Invisibility Project (EIP) was abandoned, and the Battleship Eldridge was no longer a part of this secret testing of the secret parts of the intelligence war efforts in league with the newly then established NON SUCH AGENCY or the (NSA), showing their sense of humor to be somewhere around as warped as my daughter's; but who am I to fucking judge anyone for the sake of crucified fucking Christ??????

Now the real big secret, is that I learned that my father planned me, my personality, my traits, the way I would grow up and become, with a magical knowledge and gift for exploring unknown concepts in mathematics and physics. Somehow+, he and his pal, mister Einstein and a lab under the total control of the NSA, managed to splice in some kind of microbiological system that allowed my father to shoot sperm that was half his and half Einstein's, and the only time that my father did not use the sexual withdraw method with my mother during their sexual activities, was when he said to her one day out of the blue after coming home from meeting with strange peeps, to hear my mom tell the story, and he said to her, “Honey, I want to have a child”. It seems that my mother had a severely tipped uterus and withdraw which under normal circumstances is not by any means a reliable or safe method of couples not wanting children conceived to protect against that, but with my mother's tipped uterus, this worked out just fine, and the one time my dad wanted to have me, HE HAD ME, he and EINSTEIN had me, they both are MY FATHERS. I KNEW AQBOUT THIS SINCE THE AGE OF 42 DURING MY SEARCH TO FIND THE MISSING TEENAGER IN MY LIFE, THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTTY SARAH KRASSLE. She did not tell me, and the story would be way too long for me to even try getting into a short version of it right now on this blog, but we will get to all of this, I promise you. Now exactly what my oldest daughter knew in her conscious mind awareness back around the time of my Haddonwood days, is shaky ground to explore, on best of days, and I'll gladly expound on this and tell you all just why I am saying this on my blogs. Also, you'll need to soon be made privy to just who Sherry-Lee Pote really was, as I can prove that Boo, Sherry, and my wonderful darling and pain in the *** daughter, are all very good friends and have been for decades. Sherry-L.P. was indeed a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, and just about all peeps in the crew, are becoming more and more skilled, in the hopes of an eventual invite, into this very mighty and unfathomable Exploratronic Supermind Society, (ESS). But I am not done with my TRS or my counterattack by telling major shit today, for this horrible mother fucking first BOTBAR of JULY, leaving me now at 33% MPB for 07-13. Needless to say, THIS SUCKS A FAT THROBBIBG ONE AT C-SQ! My father told me what would happen to Jupiter and how exactly I fitted into it, up in 1994, 20 fucking asshole years in the future from his pillow dribbles, back in early January of '74!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the hugest and most powerful secret that cannot be topped whether you'll realize it or not right away or even at all, once I now impart it to all of you, my BLOGAUD, my believers, and my majority Otamm readers, (MORS), is simply put, this folks: He knew about my idea for creating that thing that I have mentioned on earlier blogs, called “Timeless Satellite”. He said that my idea was ingenius about building androids to be programmed as crippled college degreed real people, who would get degrees and high paying jobs, and live meagerly, funneling the majority of their money to a Swiss Account in my name, so that I could amass the funds to build this satellite and launch it between Earth and the Moon. I wanted to reach a target goal of one hundred million dollars by 1990, and launch off the Earth in 1992. My dad then tried to explain details to me about hyperspace and how in many parallel universes, I do succeed, but not in this one, but that eventually, in one of them, the future residents will find a way to cross the barriers of the fifth dimension and come and get their creator, me, and take me to the satellite. When I asked why that could be, and wouldn't it vanish away if I was not left here to complete the task, it was my dads word choice that you hear me use on so many of my Morianity blogs. He said, it will not vanish because of a complex hyperspace equation. This is a near, if not an exact quote. Only in the 21st century, did I begin to understand what he was really saying to me, in this altered half-awake, half-asleep tranced state. He knew about future Star Trek movies, he knew about my good friend David Roth, he knew about powerful political enemies that would mess with me in the future, and he knew that he and Albert, had meticulously gone to great lengths, to plan my birth. This is why he was so disappointed when he went away and came back, leaving me without a father from age 9 through age 19, and then ?I appeared not to have inherited any of the characteristics that he was hoping for, wit that split gene in me. But that was to all bloom and blossom later on, while my hell grew worse and worse as my fucking thirties began creeping into my physical life, and all of this fucking hellish horseshit began to fucking dick eating unfold. I was being prepared, I was being tested, all these attacks right down to today up in the sky, it is all to keep pushing me to my limits, and just what the real goal of 'Steiny' and my poopy fucking Poppy was, I'll never know. I do know that playing god is stupid, role reversals are a deadly thing to get into. Look what happened when god tried to play human, they fucking crucified him and put him in agony and shame. Oh sure, the cult called Christianity insists this was all part of the plan, and if you just go back to the bible, it is. But back way before that, is a teenaged girl who is playing a huge super advanced type of a video-game with all of us humans in this down-lined fucking little speck universe. Dennis Snyder from Mullica, New Jersey would most likely chime in right about now if he was taking part in these writings and add in the words, “That's just reality, son”!!!!!!

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Now remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00 PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog, and every few minutes, the chart will update; ahhh these leevely ol leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl, speeshally ween its on your side of the fight. But without the lousy attempted Irish accent, let me tell you that the enemies broke my air conditioner, and I will let it stay broken, so that this time, maintenance will not be able to come in and say,oh it's working fine, you asshole, Mark. It is not working fine, it has been fucking hit by the Raspberry Carnival Crew of 1460-2010. One hell of a lifetime, if I do see so, meself, Meester Meeguire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY, AHA!!!!

YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00117 WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Doors, doors, doors, doors, Public Housing Authority!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy mother fucking stink shits folks, remember that MENTALIST television episode that aired a couple of weeks back with the coin trick and Patty Jane was telling Wayne Rigsby about the two coins and how the simplest and most obvious thing is normally the truth about any given circumstance and or situation? Well, I've been too busy being persecuted and picked on since then, to really make contact with that thought until recently, and then when I did and something popped up in my fact, I still was too busy getting fucked with by my enemies, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, to get into this wild mother fucking deal, good people and my wonderful believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now however, to quote the mighty Leviathan, Barnabas Collins Frid, of yesteryear, “IT'S TIME”, SO LET ME PROCEED TO DO JUST THAT. This really will blow your mind, the utter fucking simplicity of something that has bugged me out for a very fucking ass long dam time, good folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I talked about how the energy worlds of 'spirit', as most humans who are not the science, and laboratory type, of folks, would think of stuff as; and go onto tell you that waking material tangible physical life in this caporial arena and shared material world illusion, is only possible by our consciousness, whatever this truly is, some mysterious force that combined MIND with individual BRAIN, is by mathematical proof, literally dividing by the constant squared, or speed of light (C-SQ). Then I go onto say that here in waking life while conscious, we seem to receive a reverse of all things that are TRUE AND REAL. While, thank you Patty Jane, for this marvelous advice, and it was right in fucking front of me the entire time, a place where most of us receive the maximum effects of being totally blindsided. Of course, if the great E=MC SQ is going to be reversed, so that we can live here awake and conscious in a solid material universe, by the mere doing of this by our 'brains', we then would receive a sort of backward or reversed vision of basic life concept, no matter what arena, something observed such as the sun going around the Earth, most truths such as the smart money being normally the dumb advice in the long run despite the great and mighty powerful Misses 1969 Marola Lottery, and on and on and on we could take this horse shit, good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, this was a day of loud doors again, a nasty sore throat in the morning, a shit attack in the evening, all day fucking chemtrailing, and nasty overall shit all fucking cunt lapping day long, AKA one of the god dam Mountainpen's famous many many many hurricane blowing force BOTBAR DAYS!!!!!

Now I will tell you a little more big news that time and personal major hell has been preventing me from getting to much into, and that is, that an old acquaintance made contact through a neighbor on another floor, and I have learned a lot of powerful things, not much of it is safely bloggable if I value my fucking life, as you don't mess with this fucking family, and remain real healthy. I would tell you to ask Janis Joplin, if I am addressing any of her fans from long ago, but then as you know, you would also need to invite in Sissy's Cuzz from the Oranges of Jersey, along with Patty Sorenecks, to make contact. As I said, this is what happens when those magic bullets really begin to fly, ladies and gentlemen, YO! I will only tell you a few tiny things. First, I had no idea how powerful these Lambrigger jerk offs feel about all time periods in nickels. You know, 5 years, 10, 15, 20, 25, and I am not really tool sure about the nickels after the first five of them. This is a huge thing, and is why a waitress was literally corner-room-reality-manipulated or CRRM in case I wish to use this abbreviated term again on future blogs; but this is why she told me there was a contract on my life, right in front of my mother who was seated across the booth from me that day on the second of mother fucking August in 1996, 10 years to the day that I was in my passenger seat in my car, while David Roth was in a Manhattan night club, seeing his great pals, a music group calling themselves, “NEW SHOES”. But there is a lot more, and it really is or may as well be if it is not, on what is refered to by the No Such Agency, as Top Majestic Secret Level, or TMSL, it does not go higher, there is no top top top top top, this is like twenty tops without sounding like a silly grade school kid. From every conceivable huge thing from stuff in my daughter's life to Star Trek owners and producers, all of these EW peeps and probably the entire IL Club (LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE), have a major thing about the nickel years. Presidential elections may come in fours, leap years may come in fours as well are are the same ones, but the real hidden shit behind the OZ-CURTAINS, all come in FIVES. This is not why I like the number 5, and is honestly; and faint if you want to, hearing this coming from me the Mountainpen; but it is really just a wild cosmic duplication of things, or (a coincidence) if you will permit me here, bended knee Gottwald, UNCLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can look at times that are separated by these nickel years, of many dates and times in my life, where this has proven out, abnd this small group of words of wisdom from the non crawling bugs of music or non music, are powerful true honest words of fantastic advice. You see, this technology if you will, can be applied against this evil fucking Illuminati group as well as just be a plus on their side of this fight with me throughout fucking eternity. Yeah, Heavy girl, own up to that little powerhouse of great wisdom, postcard queen from hell, and cosmic landlords of the application of my songs from the eighties. Oh yes, good old cowardly King Walter, RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can skit the tigers and the bears, oh what, open reel master tapes of eighty-six????????????????????????????

Yes Kenny Rogers, you know whassup, and don't even think about trying to lie to me or your old flame from Warren Grove in New Jersey. We all have our pink houses, and lake-houses to deal with, and even Superman has a way of living, suffering, and dying, right wonderful Mister S.M. Carey????????????????????????? Let's not dig up too many lovely Roseann Delaney's, I get nervous at this time of night, just on the mother fucking outside chance that phase-4 may work in more cases than my rotten old CUZZ, the Marvelous and Mervelous, and the ACMUA PIPES and underneath bedroom pipes, all notwithstanding, AHA-AHA-AHA! Yeah, go ahead, Mister McNulty, you can join the choir. I cannot sample you, I never taped anything of you, WEEEEEEEEEE!

I am so sick to my stomach from living nearly sixty years in this world, I could throw up with the force of a nuclear volcano on steroids, ladies and gentlemen. There really is no excuse for the quintessential evil, that exists in this tiny little rotten to the core world. Sorry Twinbay, this is just how this poor old broken down glass-half-empty guy, feels about fucking shit right about now, sweetie. Give my best to lovely Jenny Washburn and gorgeous Tiffany, WHAAAAAA!

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I will not be continuing Morianity as long as I may have recently implied. When I said, “until the day I die”, that was an admitted now exaggeration. Sorry folks, I will try not to undermine my credibility by doing those things. If I am going to go out of my way to appear ridiculous, beyond the already absurd to most folks blogs in and of themselves, then I deserve what I get, and that being, thought of as an endless fruitcake and crackpot, and laughed at, never to be taken seriously about anything, a real shame, because misguided as some things may indeed be in all of this for going on 8 years now; these blogs attempt to tell a true life story of me and what I have lived and suffered through. Like most things if not all things I have ever attempted, this blogging project, and any off shoot beyond that such as posting music done by me, and all of it, is just a total miserable failure, so what else is new, and SOSO (Same-Old-Same-Old)?

Only I can know the true powerful significance of my music, my posting stock market charts, and many other things that attach the Morianity Project. To those not living inside of my private hell, they cannot make sense at all, and really, I am starting to see with honest clarity, the total futility of the entire nasty mess. It is fine and completely all right for a group of people to steal my entire life, my entire everything, nothing left out that humans could ever possibly think of, and this is just fine and dandy. Let me jaywalk or spit on the sidewalk however, and I'll get a fifty year prison sentence. This is not an exaggeration, this is pure dynamite honest simple plain straight out truth, folks.

The path in front of me is clear as a bell. If I continue to pursue things the same way that I have done for the past many years, I will receive the very same rotten results of the many years. If I do not alter my course, nothing can ever hope to get the smallest bit better. It still may never get better no matter what, but my simple point is that if I do the same thing forever, than past performance will pretty much guarantee future results. I am a blogger, not a prospectus writer that must comply with legal constraints. They are not permitted to tell potential investors in anything imaginable on this planet, that past performance repeated, guarantees sameness, and in business, this is most likely a more honest and real scenario, but in life, I think most would agree with me that indeed, what is illegal to proclaim in an investment prospectus, is basically the honest and full truth regarding things pertaining to living life in the physical world.

My neighbors have all banded together to kill me, and they may not even be aware of this on some conscious mind level. It makes me want to cry like a baby how ignorant and pathetic this human race really is. You go up for example on the great internet, and read how the limited human mind places things into the same compressed files, that Youtube does with your original CD digital music that you post, making it sound about as degraded as listening to a rock concert through toilet paper rolls glued to your ears, from the parking lot on a windy day, at best. I am not saying this to belittle Youtube, but I do attempt to make my little point, people, that is all. I know I am incredibly outspoken, and most likely not only have offended the majority of the world power structure system as well as the 99ers, because I cannot live that boxed in and completely compressed. I have seen incredible things, and lived an incredible life. No one else alive would have survived it, and my survival has nothing to do with anything that brings me praise or glory or credit, believe me good folks. I am here and alive and am doing this project, because a power far greater than I will ever hope to be in my wildest fantasies has desired for this to all be so. I have as much to do with it as I have to do with succeeding in life in so far as the way humankind perceives successful living here on Earth, you all know, money, family, peace of mind, security, happiness, fulfillment, respect from peers, and all of that nice stuff that separates the beggars and bums, from the big shots.

My apartment is all packed up. I wil be heading for Mexico in two weeks, towards late in the month, one night when the world least is expecting me to do this. They did not think I would ever make good on my continual promise to vanish in the dead of night out of New Jersey, but I did, Pipe Maintenance Man, Mister Simon Baker. Never say never, ladies and gentlemen. That is a foolish thing to do or believe, and you really should take my advice here; but hay, you just go do whatever makes all of you happy and blissful. Keep that joy overflowing, right lovely Ashley Tinsdale?

Wrapping things up, maybe things are real clear to me that you all cannot see no matter what I post up, and then as well, maybe a lot of stuff that you all take for granted, is Einstein difficult for me, so did anyone out here ever so much as ponder and scratch your head on just what might indeed be causing this quintessential conundrum of illogical reality? If you were me, you would be thinking about this as often as you pee and poop and eat and drink. I do not have the luxury that you do, of NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS, CONTINUALLY!

So that you don't have to click onto the right margin, here is a smattering of recent activity in late May and early June, from older blogs, pasted in. Have yourselves a very nice day.

OK folks, I've cut the fucking enemies a break for a week of siege now, and this is where I must now draw a line in the rock chucking sand, and really tell some things out to the world, as a total retaliation for this death pummeling siege being rained down on me by the Astral-Plane group known as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL'S EVIL THIRD, or the LAMBRIGGER CULT, those who reside on the BRIGGBASE of the great nestern shores of the TECK BAY. I have not run out of things to tell you, as somebody hinted at recently, and believe me, if I had all the time in the world, for Weena, and other story telling listeners; we would be all night long. My rotten bunt tapping nabes have been making horrendous loud noise now day and night all week long, and it must be reported, and it will be. I cannot take it this bad any longer, and they go on real mother sucking rolls, or maybe a more accurate way of putting it, despite being scoffed and laughed at, would be going on roles, as Dennis Snyder was a very intelligent man, and quite the philosopher, and I'll not soon forget the talks that we had at the Cifaloglio guard job, where he reminded me that the Hollywood crowd are impossible to ever really know, especially the actors more than those in the music circles, as their job is to act and perform, and it does not necessarily stop when the words of, “cut, that's a wrap” get spoken, and I fully agree with him, and for every actor officially paying taxes as actors, there are most likely a four figure amount of wannabees. Now this means they too have practiced the art form well and long, and are also very adept at this professional deception ability or I'll shorten this term that may be used again on other blogging material at future times, to the abbreviation of PDA. PDA is all around, everywhere, whether the average person going through a normal average day is ever aware of it or not. Using psychology on someone, a term that once was quite commonly used, at least in the olden days of my earlier life, and this was sort of one and the same thing with this now discussed PDA. The difference if anything at all between the two items would be that one would exist for the sake of only and just, using this technique to control and manipulate other people to do our bidding, whereas the other one that has little to do with stuff in the DSM-5, actually has a real life reason to be and exist, as all of us love to enjoy a good show and a good movie, and that takes some really dam good acting, and thus, good actors and actresses. There are lots of mediocre actors and few great ones. The ones who may not quite be ranked within the Greta Garbo, Betty Davis, James Stuart, Humphrey Bogart, etcetera, caliber; or on the Astral Plane not that far from a region known as Potterkovich, in Province Olympia, 'Callio-Botbar'; Mayor of H-Town and phased four times outside any ambulances driving in the wrong direction at ancient battlefields; but yes folks, the ones that appear to be great at certain times, although not really on the top of the list, happens from time to time, as they are given roles to play, that the Beatles Music Group knew a little bit about, especially, speaking of Brady flip side kisses of YESTERDAY. Yes it is quite easy to come off as great acting, when you are not acting, but really, being yourself. I just thought it 'important' here for me to toss this little bit of somewhat insignificant speck of raw data into the equation, for the few out here who may appreciate it, and maybe if I am lucky, instead of wanting my head mounted on a den, just may decide to give a quick honest little chuckle, and then move on and do a Rob Hartley! No ladies and gentlemen, there is no end in sight to what I plan on telling, not when my WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES are pouring on this much horrendous and totally monstrous persecution and harassment, and remember their number one tactic, used on me, and others who they hate; is EXCESSIVE NOISE, and for those too young to remember the Waco, Texas situation with the Branch Davidian Cult in 1992, well, need I say more other than the details are in the library to read, and I assure you that lots of truer information that matches what I am telling you right now, can be found on the internet under ''conspiracy theory'' writings. Google it all up, look at the clubs and the websites; and narrow your search down to the tactics of excessive noise used as a weapon against enemies by military forces and powers. It is all up there, everything is on the internet, and you need to be your own judges and juries on accuracy and dependability; as there are always some degrees of a lie within any and all truth, and the reverse also applies, folks. There are always some degrees of truth, within any lie. In fact a piss poor liar just lies and lies and lies, and very soon, not a soul will ever believe a word that they say, rendering them and all they may try and ever do, from that moment on; quite null and void. The smart liars will tell 100 big truths, and then at just the perfect time; they will slip in that lie that catches up the most non-trusting and non gullible persons from Missouri, and kaboom; they've got you. I say all this merely to reinforce the point that I am trying to make, and not to create more clever nasty liars in this world, as we have enough actors and liars, right now, 500 times over, at least, IMHO, that the great Mashell Daniels says I am entitled to. At least she said it in 1980, that was then, and I am clueless to how it all devolved into 'now'. Shall we move this along, wonderful folks, L-4, MB, and any others who may be even eluding this T-2-E? Yes, someone who is onto the entire stuff that falls under what I have named and labeled, ''EXPLORATRONICS'', and may be officially named something entirely differently by the real club in some remote corner of the fifth Marilyn McCoo dimension; but that entity that is onto this truth 100%, yet is not fully able to claim mastership 100% of Type-3 beingness, and is not in the club; is by all of the labels and the standards of the entire Morianity system; a TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON. Type one are normal folks, who would get a gold star, and pass the patient test, for rational and sane; by any textbook definitions written in the current bible of nut-case study, currently the DSM-5; and thus who believe that we sleep and we dream, and that is that; except for perhaps dozens of wild psychological theories and studies, of what dreams can reveal to the waking world real life, a total nonsensical lie of the year 2013 and backward from there so far. So Type-1 are just the normal folks, and type 2 are the types who know that hyperspace is nothing more than dreamers falling down asleep off of the Astral-plane, and all the other complicated stuff explained so far in Morianity. TYPE-3, now this IS THE CLUB, as most of them, although traveling rarely alone, do upon occasion in fact do just that, and perhaps often, but eventually, to be fully TYPE-3, common sense tells us that just as law and medicine of this time is established and controlled, so is this; and just as licenses to practice, and some sort of a standard and centralized hub exists, such as the AMA or the legal BAR, and so on, with all professions; I would doubt with what's left of my sanity and good reason, that this would really be any different. So there are three types of entities, and MORIANITY has made this claim from the first swing of the baseball bat. TYPE-1 people just go to sleep, and they leave things right there, and this is the vast majority of the entities of hyperspace, especially in the backward years in relation to more advanced times in any parallel reality. TYPE-2 people are varying shades of gray-me-types, you know, no connection to gray aliens; I simply mean there is a range of types like myself, such as Carlos Castaneda, and myself, and many many other folks; but none of us IMHO at least, are TYPE-3. The only three people who are TYPE-3 in this exact frequency of atomic reality, or here in this present time and this universe of so many virtually parallel other ones, inside of an unimaginably vast hyperspace, that contains them all; would be my son in law, his mother in law, and the greatest pop diva on this planet so far as of 2013. I will leave things right there for many many reasons, as I do have knowledge that I should not have, not as a type-2-non initiate of the full maxed out entity beingness that is possible inside this wild 5-D dream! Now we will proceed on into what will be added to what so far has been made a part of the Morianity Project, or the hopefully future, MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, the 'religion' for the THIRD MILLENNIUM, hence, the name on old originally blogged texts; MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3, or simply MFM3.

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Yes, the power is in the blood, and mine is just one grade better than my graduation, you know, British Petroleum and betting our Red Henningsen 1969 raped BIPPIES on anything except roulette wheels that did not arrive down there in Lovelyville, until it all began in 1978, huh Resort SIN-DERR NATIONAL HOTEL AND CA----SIN----O? Yes folks, but all this fucking stinking rotten bullshit laid aside, folks and wabbits; here's the long and short of the updated lesson in non Advanced-Robotics, but rather, in EXPLORATRONICS. First off folks, you will all tie what I say together, in your own ways, it is not my business to preach to you, merely tell some shit about my life. Then you go and invite it into your lives, just as you so choose to do; this is exactly what I want, no more and no less. James Redfield is indeed the true father of this supposed now long dead, ''New Age''. His great books are ALL MUST READS, unless you enjoy being on a very low level of the Pedersen Created Lifescale System, or the (PCLS) for the short abbreviated initials. How many of you remember the blog a month or so back, when I cut my hand on a can top that was near the stove that I had not yet thrown into the trash, and somehow a cockroach, brought to me by what else but these cock roach fucking neighbors across the dam hallway; made me injure myself by reaching over to kill it, and getting cut quite nastily? Well, I was fixing a steak and spaghetti din-din for Mizz Davis and myself, AHA-AHA-AHA, I'll do it this time, smoke break for you Mike if you need one; anihee, I fixed another meal exactly like that one mentioned on the blog where I cut myself, a few nights back, and as I was eating, and cutting the steak, don't even bother fucking asking me just how it happened as I've been cutting meat longer than Donna Summer, and she was a meat packer as a teenager, up in Boston's Burbs, but POW, I cut my finger really bad, and it bled profusely until I got it all bandaged up. Most of May and June is all SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, I just don't go discussing it any fucking Wirtz-Monster-Feeding-Mohr. Oh lovely, not old, sorry, misprint Mizz Bondi as you are anything but old, but I meant to type in 'OH', not old, anihee; just as the ADA told me in the early nineties while my mom and I were renting the home of the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer, on Route #561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG, in the early nineties; “Don't keep feeding the monster or it grows bigger, you need to know when to fight it, and tell me stuff, and when to just totally ignore it, yet staying vigilant; and remember when you see stuff in front of you, that's when you need to be looking into your rear view mirror”. I never mother fucking ever forgot that GREAT ASS ADVICE, thank you Ron Wirtz, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that I am on page fucking eleven of eleven, let me 'cunt phlegm rape', with my fives, please folks, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555555555 PLUS 555555555555555 TIMES 5555555555555555555 divided by 555555555, is equal to who gives a shit, Donald Winn? Yeah, you are one swell lovely nice cool fella, real charming and loaded with human feeling, and then you want the citizens of this already major fucked up nation, to elect you cunt lapping ass president? What fella, are ya' nuts???????????????????????? Kiss my ass Jane, for what you did to me in 1993, you rotten ass slob!!!!!!!! Say it Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!

Now what do the two cuts and injuries have to do with the price of dog shit and canned berries you may be wondering right about now, good believers, so let me get down and fucking dirty. Well, both were cuts on metal to my right hand, a lid of a can and then a knife, as I said, both metal, and then both times, I had prepared a meal of steak with spaghetti and tomato sauce, and I have not had this exact meal combination before or since or at any time inbefuckingtween, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like Microsoft Spellchecker has the hots for Roseann Delaney on that past sentence, but then crissake, we are speaking of the subject of blood. In fact we have been, ever since my computer programming degree in 1973, at the PC Institute, WOW, if it gets much better than this, I'll whip off right in front of the US Supreme Court. I swear to this!!! Hell, three hots and a cot doesn't sound so bad to me right now. Fuck this shit, Henry Fonda, my old friend from 'MIVILLE' and Lake-less Vineland Paramedics of parallel universes. So is another WOW appropriate, MMCN? So what is causing these parallels to happen, you know, I fix the exact same meal that I rarely prepare, and boom, I cut my right hand friggin' half off? Well, what causes Parallel Event to happen in anything? The answer is I will never know for sure, but I am beginning to totally believe that REALITY-3 is the entity behind all paralleling events. Something, I don't fucking know just what, but SOMETHING happens; and THEN, two other things HAPPEN, and they seem to be related to each other in some mathematical preponderance, that remains endlessly above what would normally eventually be random or unpredictable, out of a large grouped number. If you go to a roulette table, and start keeping track of the twelve bi-parameters of outside betting, you know, black and low, or red and even, there are twelve total; and then you watch to see if a strong parallel event exists in any of these twelve, where on the following spin outcome, there is a much larger amount of times that one of the two 50-50 chance outcomes does indeed come out in the remaining third parameter, and let me give you an example here. If you are tracking all 12 with a simple little stick figure chart as I did in 1986 when I was playing professional roulette in Atlantic City at the casinos there; and suddenly without any Walmart's or tunes of the RIAA being involved whatsoever; you observe that on the bi-parameter of BLACK-HIGH, there are 37 EVEN'S that follow on the next spin, and only 6 ODD'S, you have a nice strong parallel-event for EVEN to follow any near term wheel outcomes of a BLACK-HIGH number, these being, in case you may be interested, 20-22-24-26-28-29-31-33-35. After any of these numbers pop in at your wheel, your stats up to the present time according to your stick figure chart, show the following 18 numbers to come in at a ratio of 37:6, and these being, 2-4-6-8-10-12-14-16-18-20-22-24-26-28-30-32-34-36, not counting the house VIG numbers, the green ones, zero and double zero. This is an 'outside-betting system, so we are just thinking that after a BLACK and HIGH, the so-far odds of an EVEN follow outcome are 37:6. Well, don't get too excited. The true odds are never what they appear, as this is just the way the wheel is working so far, but by waiting for a strong parallel event such as this where the ratio of these two numbers is at least 4 and even 5 times, or in other words at least 4 times the lower event number, so in this case being the 6, so at least 24:6. By playing after you get something this strong, all odds are that you will make more units profit than you lose, by betting that same event every time it is signaled to be played, and when the parallel event does eventually reverse, by the time it is no longer at least 4:1, you have made a lot of units. In reality, this system of using the parallel-event in this exact way, was computer run by a man named Rob Provenzono, from New Jersey, in the late eighties, and after 100,000,000 spins, was showing a 6.9-7.1 percent profit, when the house VIG was not included. Factoring the roulette VIG in however, big as it is, 5.26%, the 100 MEG computer run test, still showed a 1.74% unit gain, over the 50-50 random, with this huge house-vig included in the mix. This is not one of the strongest parallel events, and this has been talked about before, right down to my high school days at the Haddon Township High School in Westmont, New Jersey; where I learned that tapping certain tiles in precise combinations, in my bathroom, while either shitting or bathing in the morning; would bring me a better or a worse type of a day, in school. All my 720 high school days sucked, I could not wait for all three 720 thirds to be over; I hate fucking school. But not because I hated to learn, I just hated the mother fucking jerk off people. Naturally, we all grow up, and look back; and it was all a lot of shit anyway. It means nothing to me now. In fact, I would love to see the end of the entire fucking world. Nothing personal, and no offense meant to a single soul. I am just tired of existing eternally. IT SUCKS!!!!!

But this is only a part of bullshit, the tile tapping that led up to parallel event, as well as the great Sherry-Lee Pote from the Chrysler Automobile Dealership in Oaklyn, New Jersey in 1997, and lots fucking more. I may as well tell you all, a letter to the Fort Pierce Mayor will be mailed at the post office tomorrow when I go up on the island to see Mikey. It details how the Public Housing Authorities must be in on this plot to drive me mad with noise from these thug drug ghetto trash, and their all night door slamming, and screaming, and drug selling, and using, over in those apartments across from me. I have nothing to lose. It will stop, or it is back to fucking New Jersey for me. So get ready for me to come home, big guy, like it or not, if the shit hits the fucking ass fan here for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought you may want the hell to know about this, SIR!

So that you don't have to click onto the right margin, here is a smattering of recent activity in late May and early June, from older blogs, pasted in. Have yourselves a very nice day.

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So that you don't have to click onto the right margin, here is a smattering of recent activity in late May and early June, from older blogs, pasted in. Have yourselves a very nice day.

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Here is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson. Nothing just happens, all things happen for reasons, and random is merely a disguised pattern, on a grand cosmic scale. There are math formulas that are extremely complex that force those in the know, to in fact realize that the words spoken here are true and accurate. These folks cannot come out and just say this on TV, or other media sources, and alter society in a flash. It is way too controlled for that to ever be permitted to happen. Only certified looney folks such as myself can say these things, and then when they do, who listens? We are all looney, remember?

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“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.

MORIANITY PART FIVE, WITH

CHAPTER 00102, CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.

SO ARE THE DIRT BALL NABES AND THE SLAMMING DOORS!!!!!

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

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

Sharkey says, 'HEY GIRL', Leticia Tilley, oh and also,

tell me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your bitch???

Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth. So here we go.

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AUUCH, HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?

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

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

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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.

December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.

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:

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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Are you on this thing, BREAD and IF, OR 'as if', Doctor Garrigan???????????????????

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

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HELP ME PEE , YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JULY 3, girl.

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

YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WP DEVICE, TRY AND REMEMBER.

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

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

3+4—3x4—7+12—7x12 ****** But what is so awesome about the (3) and the (4) to begin with, some are asking me, WOW, let us go a little into this huge one, believers, and 'others', without me joining the ranks of one failed student-teacher from late in 1972, huh Danny Mackey, time MMCN!

Yes, powerful shit is in the numbers 3 and 4, right old buddy Jim Trent Doogie Howser? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! We can get more into this later on tomorrow and Sunday, as this entire month of fucking dick licking June is one huge mother fucking ass SUPER CUNT HUFFING BOTBAR COMPILATION!!!