MORIANITY
PART 5
**********CHAPTER
00119**********
SATURDAY,
6 JULY, 2013, Starting of blog:
Back
in the middle part of 1983, when my communicating directly with the
electron was new, and through a group of special machines all hooked
up together and a series of ''sentence-codes''; I was warned by her,
not to “go to Florida after telling HER quite often, that I may
wish to in fact do just this. She quite naturally, already knew a lot
of things, as did the eminent great James T. Burr, but that is
another story for another time, Joseph Gannon, Doctor of Medicine.
But back early in 1983 after shortly moving into the rental home
owned by Mister Jerald Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New
Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I began noticing that the stock market seemed to
run in a particular paralleling way with my general overall life,
only at this beginning time, it was the total reverse from where it
later evolved and altered into. What I mean to tell you is simple. At
first, when I had a good day, IT HAD A GOOD DAY. When I had a bad
day, IT HAD A BAD DAY. Somewhere after 1984 swung around, this for
reasons that elude my mind entirely, reversed and did a sudden turn
around, or AKA a 180. Now when I have a good day, IT HAS A BAD DAY,
and when I have a bad day, IT HAS A GOOD DAY. I have been talking
about this parallel event between me and the markets as well as the
Philly sports teams, ever since my nearly eight years of blogs began,
in early January of 2006. What never was talked about however, was
how things began in reverse mode from where they suddenly and for no
discernable reason, turned and did a total 180, and stayed on that
new path ever since the time that Shirley the great, and her friend
the magical LAB TECHNICIAN of Grant Avenue,
just off of I-95, interacted with me, the Doogie Howser Eve
White/Black Syndrome, we could refer to this from now on as, or for
short, the (DHEWB-SYNDROME). Only those
learned individuals in the field of psychiatry, know about the Eve
White and Eve Black thing, so in a very quick summary about it for my
audience, this was one woman with split personalities, and was the
original and quite world renown case, studied by the original
students of the father and master of this field, the great doctor
Sigmund Freud. I've said it before, and will now reiterate it again.
Unfortunately I doubt it is believed, and that's a real shame,
because I am only doing what Jack McCoy and
Ron Wirtz; a real life, and a fictional prosecutor or ADA
would do; and that would be to follow the facts, and go with where it
takes me, no matter what it seems to lead into, or how agonizing or
incredible it may seem to be a part of; Commissioner Ladiesman of
'Law & Order', but; no folks, this is not a blog about great pop
divas, or any other thing in and of themselves. As stuff began to be
put together however, unmistakable realities merely started revealing
themselves to the investigator, and then as I blogged and further
attempted to take all the nasty little messy pieces apart; things
just progressively became more and more and more interesting, even
fascinating, but I in no way am taking anything or anyone and just
plopping them into my life story. They simply have fallen into their
proper orders and places, and no good people, morianity is far from
done and over, and who knows what or who may still pop out before
this mess is all cleaned up eventually, and hopefully? So as we move
along, don't expect less, but more wild crap to pop up here and
there, with people, places, and things, that are already COM, or
(Characters Of Morianity), but in the name of the Astral Gods, expect
many many many more, lovely INGRID, 'weeeshhhhhh', and all other
blowhards of the universe notwithstanding, YO! So no matter how
anyone of you out here insists on believing that this is merely an
Atlantic City Blog, or my own personal hell blog, or a MC blog, be it
the great council or the great diva, or even Mary Carter and others,
you would all be wrong. It is a McCoy/Commissioner blog, in that just
as in the great fictional television show called, “Law &
Order”, it is coming from one origin where the writings started in
January of 2006, and is literally taking us where it takes us, and
this is but the simple and honest plain truth about all of this.
Believe or disbelieve, kind folks, at your pleasure!!!!!!!!!!
My
asshole nabes are making quite a bit of noise today,l but it has been
worse. One of the 2 of the 4 main enemies who make the most noise,
are indeed gone. I told you all that I was in on something with some
other people, and it needed to be kept on the freaking QT, and still
does for a while yet, but 50% of my problems have indeed been
eliminated, but I still hold and hang on, unfortunately, to the two
worst scum bags that are here to stay, unless I can totally prove, in
a court of law, that they and Warren and Boo, and speaking of
commissioners and where things have led, so no more needs be said
right now. I did tell you all that indeed, the markets would fly
after March of 3013 came in, and they have. All week long, it flew up
hundreds of points, refusing to remain under 15 KP on the DJIA, and
as I said, when it opens above the previous close, you need to buy to
sell out at the closing bell, and when it opens below the previous
close, you need to sell-short to buy back at the closing bell. Also,
never trade on short-days, or days that contain less than the normal
6.5 hours of trading, an interesting number of hours, forgetting
about the decimal. Still, my point does indeed speak for itself. Only
one time out of 15 now, when we do not include the short trading day,
before the holiday, or Wednesday July Third; did we lose a few points
back, and in USD, that is $20.00 per point per contract. Just in the
past month of trading days, averaging getting in at 10 points off
the opening price and exiting with a day close order near the closing
price, brings us an average of 24.7 points on 22 trading days times
20 dollars for each contract, and I highly suggest beginning with one
and staying with one for a full year, no matter how well off you may
be financially, keep it that way, it is no fun being dirt poor and I
should know, as I have had a life fucking time of it, YO! No one may
sell this idea, as although ideas are non-copyright-able, my words
that speak this system out in full simple detail, are in fact
copyright, Mark Wayne Mohr, 2013. Unless anyone can legally prove
that they made this up before this time, you may use it free, and
tell friends, and they may use it free and tell friends, but you may
not write a little HOW-2 book and start selling them for 19.99, non
of that stuff will be tolerated ABC-Walter, or my attorneys just may
be contacting you, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, where are you Mike buttwipe
McNulty??????????????? Oh yes good people, as long as they can
endlessly persecute poor old me, this strange weird parallel event
will make that fucking rotten STOCK MARKET endlessly go UP AND UP AND
UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP forever and ever and ever and
ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Know that, ladies and
gentlemen. But things have happened to me in the real-world of court
evidence, that I hope to be able to safely bring to a county
prosecutor someday, pertaining to all of this. When a person is
violated, robbed, raped, threatened, and it is all a provable part of
a 50 year ongoing conspiracy, you would think I would have a trillion
dollar law suit. Well, I do, but be honest with yourself folks. Do
you think for one rotten lousy freaking minute, that the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE is going to sit
there idly by, and allow me to present my case to a court of law,
aided and assisted by some huge Johnny Cochran attorney, and go in
swinging for the blood of these world owners and controllers; who are
humanly just people, BUT, are in ways that go beyond 100 Einstein
concepts; all a part of a gigantic, and quite totally unfathomable
entity, for lack of a better word choice, the 'ESS', or the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?
In
closing for right now, I have been sparing the world population the
upcoming major long-winded stories, all based on new information,
that all of the older nearly 8 blogging years, have brought me to new
levels of understanding in my own life. So if you think that
Morianity has been wild and nutty and simply inconceivably surreal so
far, just wait for the rest of it. Also, despite a very short old
testament and super much longer new one, all wrapped up in that, is
also these newest 5 parts just since 2012 ended. Stuff before is
Morianity-A. Stuff starting at PART-1, is Morianity-B. I had this
planned back late in twenty-twelve when I began PART-1, and now we
are in PART-5. There may or may not be a :PART-C-Morianity, I am
toying with the idea, made in or out of fire studios, or heavens,
Mister Antimatter Timesmoker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh those
middle eighties, it isn't so much, what WAS involved in all of it,
but more freaking like, WHAT
WAS NOT?????????????
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, I'll now end this blog.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
RT&PRF BLOG #30 HELP ME SAR LORD-STACEY
Rats,
Tats, and Playing real Football-subtitled THE PROLOGUE TO “THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT-INTERNET VERSION”.
Thursday-----------------------110107.755 on this darkening evening
DATFILE XIII------------------Blog #30 and final blog under this title
I am under a horrendous attack from the milituforce Otammites or the MO as I them abbreviated. Mo is murdering me illegally, VIOLATING MY CIVIL, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, with major constant sky-Scylla attacks, bad chemtrailing, and plenty of loud and low private planes, military planes, choppers, all loud and low and military. The attack all week is bad, but today was brutal, and all though yesterday was not quite as bad in the sky, they shot me illegally with a death beam at the HAMMONTON LIBRARY, NJUSAESMWG. They messed with Himacane’s computer big time and it was out 4 some time, even called Comcast, but they assured us they had no outage, and they were indeed correct. The modem had been messed with by these evil gods, the MO. The Millionth Council is attacking me worse recently than I have seen 4 years, and I fully plan to move off to a remote island for 100 years or so, and come back when things die down, under a totally new identity. If I have 2, I will go away longer than this. TRUCK ALL OF U DICK IN THE MOUTHS!!!!!!!!!! To my friends and MORIANS, please forgive my rotten-French here and all over, none of this derogatory stuff is directed towards any of U, the ones that it is know precisely who the TRUCK they R. When a million Hubble telescopes all put together still makes these pricks unable 2 look up high enough 2C whale excrement, that is LOW, and not 1-18 roulette numbers boo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pussy-command is off the dial as a result of days of pure unadulterated siege and dearth-hell. I had 2 practically brush some real young stuff out of my way today, it is so totally unbelievable, it isn’t as though I am some 6 foot five inch 250 pound muscle gymnasium stud that looks like a movie star, no, I am old and fat and ugly as hell and flabby, and short and shrimpy. It is a story that cannot B expected 2B believed, but then what is that I normally say??????? MO thinks they R so safe as they know I am onto their games, and will not do one thing 2 ever flirt back and try to get around the bases with any of these flirtatious and aggressive girls and women, and yes, girls, some of them at a store today, a pharmaceutical chain, were barely able to legally drive an automobile, chronologically. The same plane has been dogging me off and on since the end of last weekend, and over the guard station last Sunday, the winds were too high and strong 4 the legal flying of normal small planes, I know all of the wind and altitude rules and regs, I make it my bizz 2 know, so I can say something is indeed a violation, and that these dirt bags R messing with and persecuting me straight 2 my death grave, only it does not exist, 4 me.
Muzak teasing is off the scale major at every store I go into, and the Cat of Callioville, is also messing with me big time. If I had my way, no entertainment world stuff would ever B on, I would ignore them totally. They impress me like 55 tons of ugly stinky loose moose and goose shit.
I have A RETRACTION 3 PRINT, about Jim Whaelon, the Mayor of ACNJUSAESMWG B4 Levy and Langford. I assumed things and misunderstood things that my very good friend Mizz Ann Silva had said 2 me. B4I go on with this topic, they tried 2 stop me from sending my most recent project 2 the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS yesterday by knocking out Ed’s computer completely as soon as I called the © office on the telephone and found out that I could download a PA [performing-Arts] copyright form and use the printed out sheets, as I misplaced my “copyright” files, and needed 2 get it off in the mail yesterday, 4 extremely personal reasons that Apollo-Lucifer-Dirtbagshithead knows all 2 well. I hate his miserable trucking guts and all though I am madly in love with his twin sister Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, he and his Briggers or the LAMBRIGG CULT @ THE BRIGGBASE IN THE OLYMPIAN PROVINCE ON THE ASTRAL PLANE, make me miserable with their MILLIONTH COUNCIL-MO continual attacks and various kinds of wicked vicious shit day and night in my infinite life humanly in the great HS, HYPERSPACE. U all C in consciousness, a line in time instead of the special reality that we all dream down from our spiritual or astral being ness which is an original dream down that is out and away from the only truth which is the VOID INFINITY. The gods R fucking with me the gods are fucking with me and Ed can believe whatever he wants, but the font changes were not done by me, they just started occurring. What U call on Earth Satan and the devil, or God the All Mighty, R powerful astral plane gods, and if U would believe me, U would then B on your way towards seeing many other big time truths happening all around all of us and our pathetic sick diseased twisted wicked world. The daytime television serial decades ago, Dark Shadows, showed this cult and its leader, SATAN, call it what the hell ever, Nick Blair called him by one of his more obscure names of Diabolis. This is where our English word diabolical comes from. The plot may indeed B purely a random chance coincidence, but it is real and is Y forces led Mr. Frid, the one whom played the part of BARNABAS COLLINS, the main character of the show, 2 suddenly develop an interest in returning to New York Vaudeville work, and basically ended the show on a very sudden and abrupt note. The Leviathans did not like, or should I say the Lamist Cult from the Briggbase at and on the phase 2 realities on the ASTRAL PLANE, in the GREAT PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Remember Shadows fans, the whole deal when Jeb Hawks and his Leviathan’s, under the control of Satan and his henchman on Earth, Nicholas Blair, were attempting to regain and siege power and control over the Earth MW or PHYSICAL PLANE as the great ECKANKAR SOUND AND LIGHT RELIGION would label it, and the Wall Street guru Skylar Rumson whose stocks all crashed after Nicky and Lucy turned off the power manipulator that was blessing them. If this all was a huge coincidence television show, who am I 2 argue this point? I am not buying it for one astral minper. The show was super successful and then bang zap zonk bam crash Adam West and Batman, it is off the air one day without so much as a whisper of freaking notice!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this is real and not a bit fictional. I have lived through a nightmare that supports that this is all totally real and true, and will testify in any legal proceedings in a court of law, at any time and any place, Donna. There is just way 2 much 2 expand on presently in this area, and this is what another future blog is there 4, so stay-C tuned pweeeeeze!!!!!!!
Death angels R constant, the aerial siege is worse than ever in my life, and so R many other sieges. Giant girls R crawling out of the damn wood work. These Millionth Council forces use 4 main HELL-GROUPS in this war 2 wipe me out and destroy and totally annihilate me: ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, AND LAST BUT IN NO WAY LEAST HUMANS. There is no way 2 ever win, it is like saying I can put a bug into a room with a child and let them fight it out 2 the death, and need I really say more. It is an ant colony facing a bulldozer. I know I am never going 2 get any help and that I am in eternal hell, I do not wonder about it as I once did, I totally trucking know this factually.
Y would forces want me not 2 send stuff 2 the copyright office, these same forces that for 21+ years have been totally wrecking and ruining my life with this parallel event nightmare game or ICPE? Every time I send a project off 4 copyright, the stock market flies and flies up and up and up and up like a sling freaking shot. So Y then were they fighting me in overdrive in overtime yesterday from doing something that has a proven track record 4 more than 2 straight decades, 2B super bullish 4 Wall Street? Every time that admitantly, I think I have cracked some deep logic that pertains to MO or this Millionth Council, I soon come 2 learn, I am in reality no closer in really figuring out this maze of misery than I was 2, 5, 10, 25 years ago, and I know that I never ever will fucking B!!!!!!!!!!! It is me the crawling little ant thinking that I have the slightest chance in Dogtown of taking on and eventually beating the child that has been pitted against me in the play room.
So what is the sixth dimension and the next logical question is, who made me god or king of all omniscient knowledge so how do I know these things, and aren’t I just a sick delusional arrogant slob? The answer is quite unequivocal and blatant in your face whether U may like it or not, NO. I am not suffering through any psychotic delusions and yes I do have this knowledge. A resident manager 2 an apartment building 4 senior citizens where I did work as a security officer around the turn of the decade of the eighties into the nineties of the prior century, caught another guard intentionally engaging me in conversations after first hiding a micro cassette recorder in the desk drawer in this building’s lobby. He knew of my plight, the manager that is, and the guard somewhat, but Nate, the resident manager told me that night B4 he went to bed 4 the night, as I was on th11-7 AM work shift, “I thought U were a total nut case up until today, and now I want U2 stay away from my wife and me and our kid. I no longer think UR crazy at all, I totally believe U” I stared in disbelief and simply asked him what had occurred to bring this sudden shift of thought pattern into his mind. He said back 2 me B4 walking away and shutting his apartment door and never again speaking 2 me,” When IC one security guard secretly recording another security guard after witnessing him intentionally baiting U into several conversations this past week, well, that did it so lets leave it there, k?” No sir/mam, you’ll just have 2 forgive me when I tell U that I am not deluded nor psychotic, nor mentally ill, at least no more than would B expected after surviving the worst life imaginable, beyond the sick mind of Hitler himself.
When I am all through, my website will not in any way even remotely resemble the way it is today and has been 4 the year that it has existed. It will contain many hours and days worth in combined time that will B filled 2 the brim rim with sound bites including legally recorded telephone conversations, and not limited by any means 2 any of a few things that quickly I could list 4 the sake of this blog. This will eventually B a 24/7/365.2422 streaming A/V website with independently made short films will B downloadable, as I fully plan 2 hire actors and actresses and do movies, as money will B no problem, once the markets reach 20 and 30 thousand and I have 10 contracts on Dow Futures, as opposed to my small existing account. I intend 2 get all of U back 4 what U all have done against me since the freaking day that I was born as MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. It is only a matter of time until U’ll B ducking and running 4 cover and looking over YOUR shoulder, instead the reverse for 20 something years. The 6th dimension is a reality, not a place, that is Y the multiverses or products of thought-memory-waves, come to result in the manner that they indeed do. There was a huge reason 4 my organizational big brother when I was 13 years old as Mountainpen, named John Henningsen, to give me the strange motorcycle chain that he gave 2 me one day. I saw it in his rented apartment on KINGS HIGHWAY, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, while cleaning his messy place in exchange for “chore remuneration’ as he antiquatedly referred 2 it as, he was a bit old-school, and all though only 26 years old, looked 40, and acted older than this, and I will admit that this is indeed from the point of view of a child, but I still know what I know bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!!! The 6th dimension and the gods of all of the astral planes of the nearly limitless multiverses that each contain one astral realm, interconnect, as they really have quite a fascinating interaction together in both attempting 2 influence the great Lawtrons of the 7th dimension, but it still all goes beyond anything I ever have told, unless I keep to the ultimate simplicity that really is all that is going on in the ultimate big picture of any conceivable cosmiversallity. This is that they R aware that they exist and can never shut this existence off, REACH OBLIVION-THE GREAT NIRVANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U either exist and therefore as time is simply a by-product of existence, never can not exist, or else, U do not exist, and thereby never can exist. The exim-ratio is a magic shuffling in the 8th dimension that would take 1000 years to touch on with blogs, so forget it. Still this 8th dimension is the reality that causes thought waves to generate physical counterpart realities of themselves that hold to an approximate temperature of 2.7 degrees Kelvin, as above or below this programmed super cold temperature, would not permit the exim-ratio to function, and it is as simple as that. We will follow along these pathways just a bit at a later time this or most likely next week, things R very bad, and much is needed 2B said, M U C H!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quickly 4 now, to get tack o my retraction of James Whealon. Ann Silver told me that it was Sonny McCullough and not her friend Jim that was rotten, and that pops was even more of a dirt bag. Jim is indeed a friend of Levy, both worked the beaches and were major womanizers, hay, what lifeguard isn’t a womanizing scum shit 4 crissake?????? But 2 quote Ann today, Jim is a good man deep inside, and hopes that he tries 2 keep the sauce 2 a minimum. I told the world over the past 2 years how dirty the Atlantic City politics R and where the stock market would go, but no, don’t listen 2 this poor whittle delusional sicko!
WHERE THE TRUCK R U MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, I AM GETTING PUMMELED AND HAMMERED, AND MY MOTHER WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED, DOES IT TAKE MY FREAKING MURDER AS WELL B4U TAKE ME AT ALL SERIOUSLY?
I HAVE SENT MY BLOGGER DOT COM INFORMATION AND MY WEBSITE ADDRESS, ALONG WITH MY 2007 MUSICAL PROJECT 2 THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, www.morianity-foundation,com.
I will expose this pure filthy evil if it takes me hundreds of freaking rock chucking flock ducking runt slapping years and Tom Reale queers. END TRANSMISSION of DATE AND TIME FILE XIII.
GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB official web documentation MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: All blogging is co-copy written in these names if these names R on these blogs.
Thursday-----------------------110107.755 on this darkening evening
DATFILE XIII------------------Blog #30 and final blog under this title
I am under a horrendous attack from the milituforce Otammites or the MO as I them abbreviated. Mo is murdering me illegally, VIOLATING MY CIVIL, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, with major constant sky-Scylla attacks, bad chemtrailing, and plenty of loud and low private planes, military planes, choppers, all loud and low and military. The attack all week is bad, but today was brutal, and all though yesterday was not quite as bad in the sky, they shot me illegally with a death beam at the HAMMONTON LIBRARY, NJUSAESMWG. They messed with Himacane’s computer big time and it was out 4 some time, even called Comcast, but they assured us they had no outage, and they were indeed correct. The modem had been messed with by these evil gods, the MO. The Millionth Council is attacking me worse recently than I have seen 4 years, and I fully plan to move off to a remote island for 100 years or so, and come back when things die down, under a totally new identity. If I have 2, I will go away longer than this. TRUCK ALL OF U DICK IN THE MOUTHS!!!!!!!!!! To my friends and MORIANS, please forgive my rotten-French here and all over, none of this derogatory stuff is directed towards any of U, the ones that it is know precisely who the TRUCK they R. When a million Hubble telescopes all put together still makes these pricks unable 2 look up high enough 2C whale excrement, that is LOW, and not 1-18 roulette numbers boo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pussy-command is off the dial as a result of days of pure unadulterated siege and dearth-hell. I had 2 practically brush some real young stuff out of my way today, it is so totally unbelievable, it isn’t as though I am some 6 foot five inch 250 pound muscle gymnasium stud that looks like a movie star, no, I am old and fat and ugly as hell and flabby, and short and shrimpy. It is a story that cannot B expected 2B believed, but then what is that I normally say??????? MO thinks they R so safe as they know I am onto their games, and will not do one thing 2 ever flirt back and try to get around the bases with any of these flirtatious and aggressive girls and women, and yes, girls, some of them at a store today, a pharmaceutical chain, were barely able to legally drive an automobile, chronologically. The same plane has been dogging me off and on since the end of last weekend, and over the guard station last Sunday, the winds were too high and strong 4 the legal flying of normal small planes, I know all of the wind and altitude rules and regs, I make it my bizz 2 know, so I can say something is indeed a violation, and that these dirt bags R messing with and persecuting me straight 2 my death grave, only it does not exist, 4 me.
Muzak teasing is off the scale major at every store I go into, and the Cat of Callioville, is also messing with me big time. If I had my way, no entertainment world stuff would ever B on, I would ignore them totally. They impress me like 55 tons of ugly stinky loose moose and goose shit.
I have A RETRACTION 3 PRINT, about Jim Whaelon, the Mayor of ACNJUSAESMWG B4 Levy and Langford. I assumed things and misunderstood things that my very good friend Mizz Ann Silva had said 2 me. B4I go on with this topic, they tried 2 stop me from sending my most recent project 2 the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS yesterday by knocking out Ed’s computer completely as soon as I called the © office on the telephone and found out that I could download a PA [performing-Arts] copyright form and use the printed out sheets, as I misplaced my “copyright” files, and needed 2 get it off in the mail yesterday, 4 extremely personal reasons that Apollo-Lucifer-Dirtbagshithead knows all 2 well. I hate his miserable trucking guts and all though I am madly in love with his twin sister Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, he and his Briggers or the LAMBRIGG CULT @ THE BRIGGBASE IN THE OLYMPIAN PROVINCE ON THE ASTRAL PLANE, make me miserable with their MILLIONTH COUNCIL-MO continual attacks and various kinds of wicked vicious shit day and night in my infinite life humanly in the great HS, HYPERSPACE. U all C in consciousness, a line in time instead of the special reality that we all dream down from our spiritual or astral being ness which is an original dream down that is out and away from the only truth which is the VOID INFINITY. The gods R fucking with me the gods are fucking with me and Ed can believe whatever he wants, but the font changes were not done by me, they just started occurring. What U call on Earth Satan and the devil, or God the All Mighty, R powerful astral plane gods, and if U would believe me, U would then B on your way towards seeing many other big time truths happening all around all of us and our pathetic sick diseased twisted wicked world. The daytime television serial decades ago, Dark Shadows, showed this cult and its leader, SATAN, call it what the hell ever, Nick Blair called him by one of his more obscure names of Diabolis. This is where our English word diabolical comes from. The plot may indeed B purely a random chance coincidence, but it is real and is Y forces led Mr. Frid, the one whom played the part of BARNABAS COLLINS, the main character of the show, 2 suddenly develop an interest in returning to New York Vaudeville work, and basically ended the show on a very sudden and abrupt note. The Leviathans did not like, or should I say the Lamist Cult from the Briggbase at and on the phase 2 realities on the ASTRAL PLANE, in the GREAT PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Remember Shadows fans, the whole deal when Jeb Hawks and his Leviathan’s, under the control of Satan and his henchman on Earth, Nicholas Blair, were attempting to regain and siege power and control over the Earth MW or PHYSICAL PLANE as the great ECKANKAR SOUND AND LIGHT RELIGION would label it, and the Wall Street guru Skylar Rumson whose stocks all crashed after Nicky and Lucy turned off the power manipulator that was blessing them. If this all was a huge coincidence television show, who am I 2 argue this point? I am not buying it for one astral minper. The show was super successful and then bang zap zonk bam crash Adam West and Batman, it is off the air one day without so much as a whisper of freaking notice!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this is real and not a bit fictional. I have lived through a nightmare that supports that this is all totally real and true, and will testify in any legal proceedings in a court of law, at any time and any place, Donna. There is just way 2 much 2 expand on presently in this area, and this is what another future blog is there 4, so stay-C tuned pweeeeeze!!!!!!!
Death angels R constant, the aerial siege is worse than ever in my life, and so R many other sieges. Giant girls R crawling out of the damn wood work. These Millionth Council forces use 4 main HELL-GROUPS in this war 2 wipe me out and destroy and totally annihilate me: ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, AND LAST BUT IN NO WAY LEAST HUMANS. There is no way 2 ever win, it is like saying I can put a bug into a room with a child and let them fight it out 2 the death, and need I really say more. It is an ant colony facing a bulldozer. I know I am never going 2 get any help and that I am in eternal hell, I do not wonder about it as I once did, I totally trucking know this factually.
Y would forces want me not 2 send stuff 2 the copyright office, these same forces that for 21+ years have been totally wrecking and ruining my life with this parallel event nightmare game or ICPE? Every time I send a project off 4 copyright, the stock market flies and flies up and up and up and up like a sling freaking shot. So Y then were they fighting me in overdrive in overtime yesterday from doing something that has a proven track record 4 more than 2 straight decades, 2B super bullish 4 Wall Street? Every time that admitantly, I think I have cracked some deep logic that pertains to MO or this Millionth Council, I soon come 2 learn, I am in reality no closer in really figuring out this maze of misery than I was 2, 5, 10, 25 years ago, and I know that I never ever will fucking B!!!!!!!!!!! It is me the crawling little ant thinking that I have the slightest chance in Dogtown of taking on and eventually beating the child that has been pitted against me in the play room.
So what is the sixth dimension and the next logical question is, who made me god or king of all omniscient knowledge so how do I know these things, and aren’t I just a sick delusional arrogant slob? The answer is quite unequivocal and blatant in your face whether U may like it or not, NO. I am not suffering through any psychotic delusions and yes I do have this knowledge. A resident manager 2 an apartment building 4 senior citizens where I did work as a security officer around the turn of the decade of the eighties into the nineties of the prior century, caught another guard intentionally engaging me in conversations after first hiding a micro cassette recorder in the desk drawer in this building’s lobby. He knew of my plight, the manager that is, and the guard somewhat, but Nate, the resident manager told me that night B4 he went to bed 4 the night, as I was on th11-7 AM work shift, “I thought U were a total nut case up until today, and now I want U2 stay away from my wife and me and our kid. I no longer think UR crazy at all, I totally believe U” I stared in disbelief and simply asked him what had occurred to bring this sudden shift of thought pattern into his mind. He said back 2 me B4 walking away and shutting his apartment door and never again speaking 2 me,” When IC one security guard secretly recording another security guard after witnessing him intentionally baiting U into several conversations this past week, well, that did it so lets leave it there, k?” No sir/mam, you’ll just have 2 forgive me when I tell U that I am not deluded nor psychotic, nor mentally ill, at least no more than would B expected after surviving the worst life imaginable, beyond the sick mind of Hitler himself.
When I am all through, my website will not in any way even remotely resemble the way it is today and has been 4 the year that it has existed. It will contain many hours and days worth in combined time that will B filled 2 the brim rim with sound bites including legally recorded telephone conversations, and not limited by any means 2 any of a few things that quickly I could list 4 the sake of this blog. This will eventually B a 24/7/365.2422 streaming A/V website with independently made short films will B downloadable, as I fully plan 2 hire actors and actresses and do movies, as money will B no problem, once the markets reach 20 and 30 thousand and I have 10 contracts on Dow Futures, as opposed to my small existing account. I intend 2 get all of U back 4 what U all have done against me since the freaking day that I was born as MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. It is only a matter of time until U’ll B ducking and running 4 cover and looking over YOUR shoulder, instead the reverse for 20 something years. The 6th dimension is a reality, not a place, that is Y the multiverses or products of thought-memory-waves, come to result in the manner that they indeed do. There was a huge reason 4 my organizational big brother when I was 13 years old as Mountainpen, named John Henningsen, to give me the strange motorcycle chain that he gave 2 me one day. I saw it in his rented apartment on KINGS HIGHWAY, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, while cleaning his messy place in exchange for “chore remuneration’ as he antiquatedly referred 2 it as, he was a bit old-school, and all though only 26 years old, looked 40, and acted older than this, and I will admit that this is indeed from the point of view of a child, but I still know what I know bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!!! The 6th dimension and the gods of all of the astral planes of the nearly limitless multiverses that each contain one astral realm, interconnect, as they really have quite a fascinating interaction together in both attempting 2 influence the great Lawtrons of the 7th dimension, but it still all goes beyond anything I ever have told, unless I keep to the ultimate simplicity that really is all that is going on in the ultimate big picture of any conceivable cosmiversallity. This is that they R aware that they exist and can never shut this existence off, REACH OBLIVION-THE GREAT NIRVANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U either exist and therefore as time is simply a by-product of existence, never can not exist, or else, U do not exist, and thereby never can exist. The exim-ratio is a magic shuffling in the 8th dimension that would take 1000 years to touch on with blogs, so forget it. Still this 8th dimension is the reality that causes thought waves to generate physical counterpart realities of themselves that hold to an approximate temperature of 2.7 degrees Kelvin, as above or below this programmed super cold temperature, would not permit the exim-ratio to function, and it is as simple as that. We will follow along these pathways just a bit at a later time this or most likely next week, things R very bad, and much is needed 2B said, M U C H!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quickly 4 now, to get tack o my retraction of James Whealon. Ann Silver told me that it was Sonny McCullough and not her friend Jim that was rotten, and that pops was even more of a dirt bag. Jim is indeed a friend of Levy, both worked the beaches and were major womanizers, hay, what lifeguard isn’t a womanizing scum shit 4 crissake?????? But 2 quote Ann today, Jim is a good man deep inside, and hopes that he tries 2 keep the sauce 2 a minimum. I told the world over the past 2 years how dirty the Atlantic City politics R and where the stock market would go, but no, don’t listen 2 this poor whittle delusional sicko!
WHERE THE TRUCK R U MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, I AM GETTING PUMMELED AND HAMMERED, AND MY MOTHER WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED, DOES IT TAKE MY FREAKING MURDER AS WELL B4U TAKE ME AT ALL SERIOUSLY?
I HAVE SENT MY BLOGGER DOT COM INFORMATION AND MY WEBSITE ADDRESS, ALONG WITH MY 2007 MUSICAL PROJECT 2 THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, www.morianity-foundation,com.
I will expose this pure filthy evil if it takes me hundreds of freaking rock chucking flock ducking runt slapping years and Tom Reale queers. END TRANSMISSION of DATE AND TIME FILE XIII.
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makes a comment at 4:07 PM on June 23, 2013 good folks out here. TIME
TRAVEL IS VERY REAL, BUT IT IS CALLED EXPLORATRONICS. YOU BUTT WIPES
WON'T CHECK OUT ONE THING I ASK YOU, what a pale ,of dying fish
losers you all are, I offered the world, and you sat there puking all
over me, ya' fucking turds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, my git bag fucking neighbors slam the doors, and everyone else
takes my money and laughs at me. And then some few decent folks
actually wonder why the historic accounts in the religious circles,
claim this world is bent to a dark side, or a fallen sin nature is
all within ourselves? Well don't wonder, as DNA proves this is all
true, and so does DNA-MORIANITY, in many varying ways,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Staples Store ripped me off big time. They sent me an asshole who
took 100 dollars from me, posted my music video onto the youtube, and
not one person viewed it, and not one person has viewed one thing on
my account for months, it is total dead blockaded activity, and a
total violation of my right to free speech under the First Amendment
to the United States cunt sniffing Constitution.
There
is no way, that nobody ever wants to view one single thing I have
ever posted on Youtube, and I have just finished writing a letter to
the United States Attorney General, Carbon Copy (CC) State AG, Pam
Bondi, FCC, FTC, and ACLU, my letter is directed to several foreign
media sources, telling my plight. But what I was told by someone in
strictest confidence, makes me want to murder some fucking people,
only they are not WORTH, my spending my remainder of my life in cunt
fucking sucking asshole prison. I only cunt lapping mother fucking
thought that 2012 was bad, and 2011 even more horrific before that,
or maybe they were just equally mother fucking horrendous, who can
really mother fucking ever really measure shit like this with any
real ass fucking accuracy? This isn't over, world. I have had
hundreds of things ripped off that I did, and it is still ongoing, I
have been robbed and raped both physically and financially, and all
roads lead to two things no matter how I go out of my way to try to
not make it so. One is my enemies in Atlantic City in general, and
the other is this rotten
miserable
family
from
fucking
H---E---L---L!!!!!!!
My
apartment is totally packed up, and within days, I am leaving
forever, and where I go is nobody's mother fucking dick chewing bees
wax. My blogs will end, and I will eventually pull them all down
along with the Youtube account. Facebook already was disabled some
time ago when they fucked with me hyper fucking time on that stinking
rotten ass bullshit. I do not mind a fair level playing field, but a
retarded fucking cripple can see when some power beyond anyone's
furtherest concepts and controls, is doing a never-ending life-murder
of slow agonizing fucking cunt torment and torture of my pathetic
fucking life, and this is what all began the very night that I used
my Magnesonic Machine, to try and take the great SSJKK out, never
realizing she was the almighty Goddess ISIS. She was already angry
with me for doing that song, and throwing her telephone number out my
car window on the trip home from NYNY that late second night in
August of 1986. She remembered it all only too fucking well, as 10
years to the day, was that fucking brutal assault on me and my poor
elderly defenseless mother at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping
Center. This family has no shame at all, NONE, NONE, NONE, Squire
fucking Star Trek Trilane, and touche to you too buddy. You grow
heads as fast as I grow enemies and curses, BRO!
I
paid 100 fucking dollars and was promised a Youtube page that would
get a few hits once in a while. I intend to report the Staples Store
to all of the proper authorities, as I was totally fucking ripped
off, and will be letting them know this very very fucking soon, and
if they still will not help me successfully get to the bottom of shit
or refund some of my money, then my letters will be all dropped at
the post office, when I send my copyright for the new song, next
week, in one fell swoop counterstrike on the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE.
This magic bullet family does not scare me, if I have to slam my AEB
onto a hard surface and end seven and a half billion lives, then so
be it. Flint and Mark, the test of power, pushed to the wall, right
Captain Kirkrush?
Well,
how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that talk
about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with Watergate,
Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm
Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right
now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker
too girl!!!!! WHAAAAAA, WEEEE-NA.
HERE
WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PHOTOGRAPH NOW BEING POSTED BY ME, IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL
GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY, WOW! Wanna square off Roseann?
Now
the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more
information with this blind foolish Planet Earth, AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE
MCNULTY!!!
Talk
about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, you say, fine, it's
time, sir Barnabas, without any towns catching on 2012 McGuire fire,
right ANGEL ANDREWS of PEE'S 60th-dimension? Yes folks, you can bet
we will talk some more about Sarah, as well as what she has done to
me for trillions and trillions of mother fucking years. Sharkey
says, keep
reading,
as
you ain't seen
so
much as Al
Jolson's asshole
yet!!!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
- http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
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ALL
MY LOVE FOREVER, MY BABY-BLOND LOVE!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
DON'T
CLICK (THE TOP), SINCE I FINALLY REDID THE VIDEO, AND POSTED IT AT
THE SITE SHOWN ABOVE. 'WEEEEE-NA'! Don't waste your time clicking
anywhere. I will be removing this shit and clearing and deleting all
of my social media accounts, including blogger and youtube. I will
not keep banging my head, or my fists, Misses Wonderful Marola,
through brick walls, not any more!
People
all hate my music so much, fine, this is why I hate yours as world,
world. Simple fair is fair physics. KMA!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE
YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
YOU
ARE CONTINUING
TO READ CHAPTER
00119.
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Some
peeps who read Morianity, are wondering why I use words like
''hostilitygram'', originating from two words strung together, STAR
TREK-TNG, style, with their great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY
HOLOGRAM, so let me try explaining this to y'all right now, quick,
down, and dirty flat out, so you can really ''get it'', once and for
all, and whether you may be aware of it or not lovely peeps, you are
most likely in small or maybe bigger ways as with me, a victim of
these occasional grams yourself, but you just dismiss it, unlike me
when I fall under major fucking nasty ones, and unlike the local
celebrity of the Delaware Valley back where I come from, the one and
only ABC Networked local children's hero, the great and wonderful,
maybe, Sally Starr. As with her friend Billy Harner, they both have
name domain websites for you to type into your PC, and check them
out. Recently I have begun doing the experiment with all of you,
showing how little significance, time really is in our human lives.
We have made it significant, and built it into sociological
structures for many thousands of years, so of course, the word HABIT
comes to mind, and not a nuns hat and coat, an old one, or a new one,
Bob Cheatley Patterson. Wow, I thought this dude was going to stroke
out on me that day in late 1983 and early in 1984, both times when I
asked him a simple question about his exotic dancer's girlfriend's
last name of Noonan, speaking of Trenton, Sarah, and Buddhism, for
crissake, peeps, YO YO YO YO YO!! Yes peeps, here is an example of
both my very recent hostilitygram, as well as the one in 1998
suffered by the great celeb, Misses Sally Starr, in her home that hot
summer's day, Mayor Levy and Rick, and other barnacle Bill sailor man
and fisherman, and basic greed and secrets, from OH THE GODS, WHERE
THE HELL ELSE, GOVERNOR CC, BUT STONE HARBOR, NEW JERSEY, no fields
this time, Microsoft, but yes, we can never ever ESCAPE these parts
of reality, just as MC says so on that, and other great awesome
musical projects, WOW!!!!!!!!! Hand me a broom, and I'll get right to
work, Senator Thompson, my old pal, and thank you forever for saving
my life, in a parallel universe. I will not forget that favor, ever,
not even over here, as I am a resident of five full dimensions and am
cursed to walk the rest of my human life as Mark Wayne Mohr, in this
fashion. Another W—O—W is needed, I would suppose, but shall we
swing this back to the hostilitygram topic, before we need to
purchase an entire crate of brand new keys and clutches and gears,
sent special delivery 'ES', from 10/05/08???
Here
is what happened to me on my horrible botbar day back on last
Thursday. This only will pertain to the topic of being mauled and
pummeled by HG'S (hostilitygrams).
I
held doors open for four persons, nobody even said thank you. I asked
a cashier to double bag something and she ignored me totally. I stood
in three lines and was ignored as if I was not there at all. I had a
prick step on my foot, and just walk on without so much as a quick
'sorry'. I had a dude expectorate right in front of the path I was
walking from the side of me, making me either step in a huge greenie
or else quickly divert my steps and walk around. I wrote down an
entire list of stuff, this is about a third, I kid you not, and am
not able to find the list on a note pad that I must have buried under
a stack of bills that I was going over that night, so my memory is by
no means complete. Here is what happened to mother fucking Sally,
back in her home on Beach Street, in Atco, New Jersey; on that torrid
hot summer afternoon, in 1998. This gets real 'geuoood', folks, so do
not stop for a coffee break at this exact time; whatever you freaking
do!!!!
Sally
had come up with the idea of turning the two weather scenarios into a
boy and girl doll. She was calling friends of hers and they gave her
numbers to call at toy companies to try and make appointments to meet
with them and come in and do legal disclosure agreements. When she
began trying, after speaking to a couple of her friends initially,
all hell broke loose and she began to be treated like total cow crap
at light speed squared. It reached a point where I was sitting there
across from her just waiting to see how she would react, as I knew
this was some type of psychic attack done by the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND. Suddenly she stared over at me and in a voice I had never
heard from her before, said to me and I'll quote, “Is this me, is
this happening, what's going on Mark”? I swear to the gods of the
Astral-Plane, all of them, and the Almighty
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle ISISCYLLA HERSELF
(TRIPLE
GODDESS), that this is
all true and real, it went down, I was there, and this is what I mean
when I use the words good folks, “I'm under a major HOSTILITYGRAM
today, YO YO YO YO YO YO.
I
do not exaggerate when I say that you never be able to be revealed
the full story that is behind all of this. First, did the great girl
of Tennessee Avenue really reincarnate into MC? Well, only the
Buddhists would believe this, no matter if I posted up an entire
galaxy, and don't laugh, as in a parallel universe, I pushed some
Louise Hendershodt buttons, and moved a solar system, many galaxies
away, before logging off of the cosmanet program. I knew about these
RED X things back in 1967, when I was in Northeast Maryland, at a
summer-camp there, directed then by Mister Tibbs, and my counselor
was a cousin to the well known broadcaster of those days, Les Kaiter.
His name was Mack. Well, Mack, Mark, and the Roofdog
Club of the mighty Atlantic City,
all notwithstanding; will never allow anyone of significance to
understand Morianity, and its wild inconceivable and surreal truths;
let alone, in my lifetime, Mister Earcutts Vangough, or ever permit
me to be aided and comforted, by anything I ever try and tell; and I
fully am aware of this, as Dennis Snyder's voice of doom is ringing
in my ear right now, even as I speak these electronic words right
here, and I quote him verbatim, “That's just reality, son”!!!
If
I see something that is none of my business, I walk on, and that is
that. I have seen and witnessed enough things in my life to write a
billion essays on it, but again, I stress that I am not a rat. A rat
does this. I do not really tattle-tail. I just feel that when someone
does me real friggin' wrong, then they deserve a little payback, and
if most people are honest with themselves, they will tell me they
agree with me. Now I mean this people, be sitting down for what I'll
tell you next, MLI, (MORIANS, LESSIANS, INBETWEENIANS) and also known
as 'AKA' (L-4), or Laddies, Lassies, Labbers, and
Labrador-dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is no way that what has happened to me since 1967 in Atlantic City,
New Jersey, right down to all my time here in Florida, more than
three and a half years now; can mathematically support a conclusion
of anything less, than Morianity being the far best as of yet in
2013, explanation for me, my life, and the entire Planet Earth, and
the interconnectedness of all of this horror. The math proves that I
am right, and if I ever tried to really do something with this
information, life as you all know it right now, would collapse
virtually overnight. THAT'S A
PROMISE, lovely 'woMO', no sports
murderers needed, no advanced radar systems needed, or girls who
write about ''crazy cursing dudes'' either. So Sorry, ambassador,
again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hyperspace
and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest
TRINIDAD, and if you are south of most
borders, we would alter this word to TRINITY.
The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty.
So before the Callio/Carey branch of this lovely group go back to
their silliness AOA (all over again), here are some tid bit scraps
about how this works, when brought down to a more human world
thinking level. Remember that the math proves all the words I speak,
and anyone reading this may reproduce it in any way they so choose to
do, and take it to any large university, to the top dog physics and
or mathematical and statistical analysis departments, and they will
tell you that what I say here is all the dam ass truth. Yes, I only
thought that the late 2009 AT&T television commercial was the
deep end of MC's inconceivable 'darker' sense of humor; and I totally
admit to being fully wrong and ignorant. Folks, the reason we see
twins of people, you know, lookalikes, the reason many unexplainable
events happen, from the pyramids being built, all the way to any
unsolved and seemingly unexplained mysterious event in human history,
is explainable only with the truth of the five full dimensions of
Astral-Dream-Down material tangible realities. I don't dare say right
now what I would like to say, but I will, it is just a matter of
really screwing up my courage, as it will most likely, lead me to the
realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison. I have
said way too much Mister Rockford McGuire, but hear this, oh lovely
family. I AM FOREVER, so no matter what you do to me, I AM HERE. I
have uncovered maybe 10-20 percent of the secrets, and when it
reaches 40-80, this is when things will become quite interesting.
This world is clueless to the power of my words on this blog, no
matter what they think they may know about all of this Morianity,
they know jack. I know jack, for that matter. Still, if Jack = X,
then I am at maybe 3.67029572X, on a scale from 1-1000. But give me
some time, and Pope, YES, I'll blow this whole thing right down, that
is unless all this nightmare stops, lovely B.E.G. Laugh at me all you
want to, you're in great company, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A VERY HEAVY MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE AND GARGANTUAN
ASSAULT TODAY, THIS FUCKED UP MAJOR SUPER BOTBAR DAY, AND TWENTIETH
DAY IN CUNT LAPPING JUNE, 2013 AD. IT IS NOW LATE ON THURSDAY FUCKING
AFTERNOON.
All
day long, despite a thunderstorm
on and off, all around me, HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH 'CHEMTRAILS'
ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE, ESPECIALLY LOADED UP TO THE EAST OF ME, AND
THEY SENT ME A MIND HACK AS THEY
READ MY FUCKING THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW, MAKING ME WANT TO
INITIALLY SAY TO THE FUCKING CUNT WEST OF ME, NO
IT IS TO MY EAST, BUT ALL OVER TOWN AS WELL; IN-BETWEEN THE THUNDER
CLOUDS. On top of this, a major HOSTILITY-HOLOGRAM IS ALSO ALL AROUND
ME TODAY, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ONE VERY NICE NABE OF MINE, AND IT
MAY BE CONNECTED TO MY DEATH PUNISHMENT, AS WE EXCHANGED SOME
INTERESTING INFORMATION EARLIER ON, and that's all anybody needs to
know other than for this, to tie it all totally together in a nice
juicy and stinky disgusting garbage bag, that it all belongs in
aniwho! Without getting into specifics and placing another life in
extreme mother fucking danger, let me say that around the turn of the
century, despite meeting my very first family member for the first
time, half a dozen years back in Deptford, New Jersey; and
interestingly enough; the same general fucking area where the AME
Church was located and maybe still is, where one member of
the congregation was a very close friend to the father of the queen
of disco herself, Donna Summer, and of course, I am speaking of the
great cool dude and Building Maintenance Company owner like my pal
Bernard Derakowski back in 1981 and 1982, but I am a total believer
in having major respect for what was in the fictional television
script on the voted by viewers number one choice in original STAR
TREK shows, titled, “City on the Edge of Forever”, as indeed,
there are eddies and currents, and backwash systems that run not only
through time's D-4, but most towel definitely, wet and dry, through,
no puns but speaking of and give me a break Marge Barge Leo, YO; but
also that run through hyperspace's D-5. Now according to Gawky
Gaukauk, time should be D-4 and is, but hyper-space, Mizz McCoo, is
D-5, but interestingly enough, the majority of users of the word
HYPERSPAVE, do in fact break it up into two words, and hyphenate it,
you know HYPER SPACE, each word indeed containing 5 letters, as TIME
contains 4, more fascinating shit from the annals of the great and
powerful OZCAT, speaking of what got said before all fucking cunt
eating hell broke out with this siege, although even this is a tad
bit off of the total mark of truth, and let me explain just why, my
good believers out there, YO! The day is starting out real nasty for
me. I had horrible nightmares all night long, except for being with
ISIS for a short while as she met me in a parallel universe, coming
to me as an incredibly beautiful young tall dark haired girl, but so
many bad things were all around me, and again, people were trying to
get me put into jail. This has been going on since 1977 when these
nightmares all began about going to jail. I've never ever been in
jail, and this totally fucking sucks.
Now this little paste in is no hack or accident folks. Things did not
start in this waking world with the hell around me once I left my
apartment. It began with a second mother fucking night of major ALL
FUCKING NIGHT-MARES!
QUIT
PICKING ON ME, YOU TYPE-3-EXPN SUB SCUM MOTHER FUCKERS, I AM NOT
BOTHERING YOU, AND BESIDES, LIGHTNING IS HERE WATCHING OVER ME, AND
THE NEXT STOP SHE MAY MAKE, IS TO YOUR HOUSE; TO INCINERATE IT, SO
BACK FUCKING OFF OF ME, PRICKS.
I
AM NOT ABLE TO TELL 95% OF SHIT I WANT TO, AND YES FOLKS, TO QUOTE
DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT GETS GEUOOOD” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REAL
FUCKING ASS GOOD, BUT I CAN ONLY SAFELY TELL THE 5%, OR ELSE I WILL
FIND MYSELF WITH SOME MEAN DOGS AROUND ME, ON A ROOF OVERLOOKING A
BAYWATCH TYPE TOWER, WITH THE CENTRAL PIER TO MY RIGHT, AND THE OLD
STEEL PIER TO MY LEFT, AND DIRECTLY BENEATH ME, THE GREAT ALMIGHTY
WAYV-FM RADIO STATION, ALONG WITH THE REAL TRUE HEADQUARTERS OF THE
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CLUB OF THE
MCCOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
a very long time now, before I ever posted one thing on a Youtube
account on the thirtieth of December in 2010, I was told to, in
powerful dreams, by the great ISIS-ERMC. It began after being at work
at Cifaloglio Garage one day, in Folsom, New Jersey, 3000 miles from
the other more famous Folsom and the mighty Johnny Cash, another
substance abuser, goddess help the entire Entertainment World (EW)!
On this particular night, something happened that caused me to listen
to a particular side of a cassette tape, that forever altered this
planet's history, and this is no exaggeration, hay give me a break,
is what I tell about the Dow Jones a lot of yuk yuk yuk McNulty
stuff, folks? Really,
is
there another MORIANITY, or
something even close to it; anywhere else, up on this great
and powerful OZERNET????
DOES
THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????
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MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
So
here I am my wonderful awesome believers, of whom I think are between
2-4 somewhere, and I love you all with 100% of me totally enlightened
beingness, (I love these other two to four parts of me, that are not
me directly), in other words, knowing this makes me 'enlightened',
nothing else, no trances, no potions, no meeting of the minds with a
group of gurus on a mountaintop, no illegal drug consumptions, and on
an don I could go. Let us get back to the wild stuff presently so
urgent in MORIANITY. TANKS!!!! Only the Vatican really understands
MORIANITY, and even they are smart enough to keep their mouths shut.
Lightning told me last night in Akoslem City, that I better tell the
truth and not leave my Morians hanging in there with the Hammonton's
and the Huntington's, so I must now obey her commands. After-all,
she's my beyond hot and unfathomably awesome baby-blond love of my
life, and the third part of a wild triple GODDESS, and no more needs
to be said now or ever, or the entire thing will go right into the
NUKESON can! Not yet, Mister McNulty, not unless you think a set of
stairs in Suffolk County, New York was real funny in the very early
seventies as well, old pal from Exton, Pennsylvania! So here I am in
my car with a tape playing, while doing guard duty one night, during
my STOCKHOLM KIDNAPPING days of latter ohm-8 through most of all of
ohm-9. By December of 2009, I thought I had learned the full
depravity of my oldest daughter's sense of humor, I hadn't. Now laugh
if you really are dirt bag enough to want to,
MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is like discussing Atlantic
City,
or Sarah
Jacobson,
or for that matter, the great United States Government, the Vatican,
and the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. We can talk, we can cry, we can do a
Disney cower speed away with Gramps Spears screaming his lungs out in
the back seat for an ever greater metal pedal, but all of that, and
so much more, I never until just today, really knew just how down
right mean and frightening, my kid can be, once something you do
pisses her off. There is no grabbing the minute hand, and trying to
fling it back; as it is simply a hopeless cause. The difference
between doing things via the ES, and just lots of other great parlor
tricks; is that all averaged out and then remeasured again, the
agonies inflicted upon those victimized by either of these monstrous
atrocities that dwarf any concept ever conceived by Hitler, the ES
causes way more lifelong everlasting deeper unhealed injuries, after
all is said and done, after all the pieces of dog shit are swept up
off the smelly floor, and after the fat lady finally sits down, stops
writing, stops singing, and keels over like Shelly Winters' heart
attack, after her heroic swim-dive, in that great movie, “The
Poseidon Adventure”; the ship named after the true King of the sea,
Mister Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, AKA Neptune-Jupiter-Poseidon.
Him and his lovely wife, on the Astral-Plane, chase me away from
their great daughter, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and then I am the
bad guy for being the victim of this hellish hyper video-game of the
Lawnmower-Man-2 system, for roughly, 1.49720507 times ten to the
twenty-fifth trillionth power year equivalent in
Astral-Interaction-Event or (AIE), something never measurable to the
last drop, any more than we can ever determine an exact relationship
of a closed curve (circle), between its through-ness (diameter) and
it's all the way around-ness (circumference). We can say 3.14, or
take it out a bit more to say, 3.14159265, but it still never ever
stops, yet there is perfect connection, and we can see it with any
circle a child of two draws on a piece of paper. So before you tell
me there are no mysteries unsolvable, let me first take a good
healthy crap into your brain, so that maybe you will think better
after that. Who can ever know, with or without those cool ass breath
echos, Copyright Examiners, AHA-AHA-AHA? Go back to 1971, Mike
McNulty. You're not welcome here today, on Morianity. Thank you.
Yes,
Lightning told me that I must be honest,
and tell the truth. I admit I slightly made things appear just razor
edge off of perfect truth when I said on a previous blog that Diana
is scared to come around me, just as with many others, and I gave the
one real good example around the time that Iraq invaded Kuwait, with
the Resident Manager Nate, at the Echelon Towers Building of
Voorhees, Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I'll bet dimes to cunt
sniffing donuts right about now, my old ex-bizz partner PP is heading
straight for his local K-Mart with his own dirty pants, right about
now. He must remember the shit I told him through the phone back
before he had me rolling on the floor with his voice-mail message
that he left me, a year and a half back somewhere in time. He knows I
do what needs to be done. He know if you bastards won't stop hurting
me, that I'll do exactly what is needed, to deal with the situation
and take care of bizz, a lot better than he ever took care of making
all those millions in the music business, WEEEEENA. Yes there have
been a lot of very special and very precious girls in my life, and
all anyone has to do is examine the United
States Copyright Office
records, under the name of MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
to see that this is all true. I do not get stuff from all of them.
They get it from me; unless you want to seriously believe that I am a
real live true honest to the gods, T—I—M—E
***** T—R—A—V—E—L—E—R!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Jacobson
was indeed, a very special girl. Too
bad Mister Mackey
would not let me run
my cassette recorder that day,
as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the
great Bob
Madison Club
of the Teacher's Lounge,
and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in
hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country,
and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I
love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much
as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak
out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83? Now I know that was
not a nice thing to say, and I do sincerely apologize, but it gets
the point across, when I do a General Patton, you know; tell it down
and dirty. There is not always time for the amenities of niceness,
unfortunately, we live in as very mean, nasty, ugly, evil fucking ass
world, and you all know this is true!
Now
moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good
believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my
blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened.
Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old
from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my
school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but
never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she
first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on
the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972,
telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then
early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would
all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had
of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that
she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went
down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the
services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the
school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late
October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald
had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the
perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me,
and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my
mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for
a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think
we all know why. It's been told and told and needs no rehash job at
this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out
with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked
up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this
entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe
indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have
this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that
ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway
Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment
O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In
any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless
happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish
enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that
really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH,
burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or
maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories
now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that
Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early
January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still
a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part
of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of
rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible
scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's teacher,
Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971,
and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about
this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the
song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of
1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder
about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with
the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail
that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the
following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a
year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that
school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that
day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great
Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee
Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”. Just tell me this folks,
and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the
entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even
close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET???? I
would seriously doubt this myself, but admit to not being god
almighty. Still, before we do move on with the great SARAH, which
caused my poor mother and I to be assaulted and criminally preyed
upon in numerous ways almost 24 years in the future, minus a month or
two, back on the second day of August in
1996, at the Pathmark Shopping Center of Turnersville, New
Jersey, County of Gloucester, Township of Washington, and BOOM,
don't get MOWED DOWN or jacked in by all these incredible backwash,
eddy, current SPACE-TIME-MIND symbolism's, YO folks, and please, is a
big ass W-O-W
needed right about here?
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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IS LETTING ME DOWN, DIANA &
PEE.
If
anyone can find me
PEE, it is
e-bay genius you.
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATOR DEVICE. TRY AND REMEMBER THIS.
So
back to the story that is not off a shade or two from total 100%
TRUTH! Lightning told me that she is not afraid of any of these
people in hyperspace. But SHE
IS AFRAID THAT
they will hurt
me and mess with me,
if she comes around and brings me joy and happiness; as this is never
permitted by my
ENEMIES, the ruthless vicious evil monster sub-scum
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''THAT''
is what she is scared of, SIR
ROCKDROID KIRK AND KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, as for kid, she almost never got here, as you got the royal
bear hug of your life by old Android Rock that day, when Nurse Chapel
was with you; and the lovely vision of gorgeous sensuousness, the
'girl-droid', whose name, or number, or whatever; congressman; I now
have forgotten. I have not seen this shit since 1973, in my Russell
Thaxton First Morianity original version long burned, O-15 bedroom,
of 'GAMES EXPERTS', and accidental flip sides, that for this one
time at Cifaloglio, was meant for me,
imagine that, entertainment world?????????? So say it Dawn and Dad,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! OK, that's been said, PTL, PR-80! Then there was
Misses Marola, who made sure, another ''kid'' would come to be, along
with that unfathomable mind and suigenerous sense of humor oh hers,
the wow needed for this one folks, stretches across light years of
space, so forget seeing it on this blog, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!!
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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.
This
is DEAD
FUCKING SERIOUS BULLSHIT,
whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not; and very soon,
you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking bastard said all
that, back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in June, and wow; now
look at
shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is nothing new about lightning by the way. I have been following this
ever since the middle eighties when all of this fucking nightmare
shit began for me, good people! I do not hide stuff, and there are no
secrets in MORINAITY. It is all in plain view, but if it does not
quack like an EARTHDUCK, many will never be able to hear any of it no
matter how plainly it barks out at you. This is why Jesus, after the
great resurrection, was recognized as slightly different in
appearance, when in fact and truth, the difference was in the mind's
eye of the many beholders, who just could not totally escape the
EARTHDUCK QUACKING SYNDROME. They
see, they hear, but it is all fake steak and techno-pop. The problem
is that everything shares a commonality and this is that nothing is
really real, so then, what the fuck is phony, anyway? When anyone
figures out that little powerhouse wisdom bite, share it please, and
then, you are definitely ready to understand the following little
quick squib about Morianity hating secrets, and why the LORD called
EARTHERS, ''hypocrites'' over and over again, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA
WELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't care if it is the example of
several months back with Mister Woods-golfer and fiance', or anyone
out here with a Facebook account, or any social media. How can you
keep a straight face, and do all this stuff; and then hate the
government for supposedly spying on you? Also, when Tiger and his
girl posted all that stuff up, and then demand their privacy, no
offense, and this is just an example using name recognized people to
make a better point; but millions of you all are biblically described
so perfectly. The NSA is not taking your privacy, you all have been
giving it away for years, and then you complain. Now as for me, I
have a message to get out, and could care less how many people are
spying on me. Spy on, rock on, roll on, roll over and play dead for
all I care, I mean folks, get real; this is totally ass ridiculous.
If anyone could care less, Morianity has told you now, for seven or
eight years, that this was all true; only no millions of people know
my name, the way that they know the dude who squealed. Also, FYI
lovely folks, they don't HAVE TIME to give a shit about you or me or
our lives. The entire planet has been under surveillance for decades,
and the teck is just better recently and so it all has come out, but
not to burst any bubbles or egos out here, but unless you are
planning on doing something that is a threat to America, they don't
even know your name, or want to. They have raw data that great
programs examine and analyze, with a time backlog that you would not
believe. They are just now examining the most important
key-word-signaled data from 5-10 years ago, and this is why they were
not on top of the 911 event. The manpower is lacking, not the teck.
If you could record just 6 hours of the day, 40 of your favorite
television channels, tell me how you will ever catch up to watching
it all back? You'll get an ever increasing lag time as time keeps
passing. The NSA is not the problem. The problem is social media out
of control and nutty people. How can you get out there and tell your
life to an open world, and then expect or try and demand 'PRIVACY'?
It's the quintessential oxymoron if ever there could be one. Either
want the world to know your name, or don't, but why do you all
vacillate back and forth? If you have accounts and tweet out your
basic life moves 24-7, then what's your problem with big brother
reading the same pages, hay, call me dumb peeps, I just don't get any
of it, so if I am missing something, why not straighten out this dumb
old fuck?
People
say that I'm fucking Looney Tunes. Fine, I guess I am, because for
the life of me, I simply do not get the new age American citizens,
and really for the most part, the entire new age so-called civilized
global internet society. I mean really, I have had things happen to
me that go beyond the fucking known universe, and have begun to write
and record about it ever since 1995. I've copyrighted shit, written
music, written blogs, it is all real, and I only hope the dam fucking
feds read it and examine it all. None of this shit makes one bit of
sense to me, so if it does to you, and you will not ever comment and
explain this to me in a full paragraph and not a dumb ass 15 word or
less bird chirp, well, to me, I see myself dead center in a huge
jungle with billions of folks beating their chest and doing Tarzan
imitations. Hay why not, we can call him, Techno-Tarzan, huh Mister
WD of the non electronic fluid realms? Yes Mike McNulty, you
certainly surely may; so go for it, BRO!!!!!!!!
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
Folks,
the 'drug
dog thing' here at the Housing Authority
was talked about, and you all know about Magnesonic. All the great
mystery detectives from Nancy Drew to Nancy Grace and wonder, but
they can never prove anything going on with me and Maggie. Still, you
have to admit one thing, L-4, and that is, and as SPOCK said it so
frequently on the original STAR TREK TV SHOW, of the late
nineteen-sixties; and that is, between the resurrection of King
Akoslem 2000 years ago after 80 hours of his death, The Steel Pier to
the Central Pier in 265 days, 2000 years later, the not wanting to
believe and so our senses forcing themselves to be tricked just a
little upon occasion, and then comes the great hyperspace son of our
wonderful president of these
great and awesome Huntington United States of America.
This is not a complicated code with the need for a NSA translation.
If you think this proves anything, it doesn't. Cosmos makes eternally
sure to always go just so far, and them to never quite cross over
that line, just to keep mortals all guessing and pondering, and never
knowing. Once you know, all the fun is removed from the cosmic
video-game of Pratt Town, right 1994 Copyright Examiners of
Permissionbarrierville?
SAY
NIGHT-NIGHT, EVEN IF IT IS ONLY 4:20 IN THE AFTERNOON!!!!!!
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