Wednesday, July 17, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CXXX


SHORTLY PAST FUCKING ONE IN THE ANTE' MERIDIAN,

JULY 17, 2013, ON EARLY WEDNESDAY MOOOOANING:







Everything is a gimmick and a hoax. There is no exception. Nothing is real, but when you are not aware that you have commingled into a HELL-CONDITION for lack of any better way of putting this, you can at least deceive yourself. 100% of the people lie to themselves, even me. Our senses trick us first, and even when we know better, we still believe lies, and thus if we believe lies, we are lies.



First off, Youtube and Google and the entire 1994 internet, is a LIE. I say this in a way that only I fully can appreciate and also understand what I truly mean in its most intricate Pedersen detail, still, it is true nonetheless, and I am way too stupid to even think about ways to teach what I know that would prove these words, to any of you out here, on this thing. I know it is a complete waste of my time to even begin to explain so many powerful things, but one thing I'll hint at right now that will probably really piss off some people, and they all know who they are, whenever those particular dudes and duddesses may get around to reading this particular blog. Folks, I was driving on the Atlantic City Expressway one day at the height of one of these uncountable death sieges of mine back in Jersey that as of then were now an ongoing mother fucking nightmare in my life for just about eleven years practically to the day, and I cooked up a little brainstorm idea to prove that I am in this HELL-BOX from 2301 World Laboratories. It really seemed just about totally fucking fool-proof. It wasn't. It didn't work. Imagine that, ladies and gentlemen? Big shock, huh MMCN, AHA-AHA-AHA? Cancel the CG-189 Maggie-Girl, I meant to type in, G-189, there is no General Order 189 that is CODED! Well, not here in this dimension, right lovely PEE? Now here is a real computer genius from beyond the black and orange Philly-Flyers Cracked Hacked Jacked Lattisaw Club of 57 Channels and Ling-Long Barbara Fonda Hockey sore throat Sticks. Put a lovely eyeball in-between these two 'consanents', W-W. Micro-Sucks Hell Wrecker Spellchecker is its usual shit worthless no help at all, in correctly spelling the word for the letters of the alphabet that are not the vowels. I know it is not spelled correctly, if they won't help me to do my literary job, then it is not my fault, fine folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes PEE, my wonderful younger daughter and computer genius, I miss you so much, and really hoped you could do the impossible, but alas, those WOMO MILI-2-FORCES always get in the way.









HELP ME PEE. YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JULY 17, girl.



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EVERYONE IS LETTING ME DOWN, DIANA & PEE.





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









I have major funny people, Ron. Or is it you? You said that thing about the 'funny faces', and now my blogs have funny smiley faces instead of letters, and changed fonts for my links from blogger to wordpress. If it is you, and I am taking a big risk, I am so very disappointed in you. But if you can only help me covertly, after-all, my enemies from hell itself are about as covert as it can get, and we all have heard the great famous expression of fighting fire with fire, so if that is the way it needs to be, I can live with it. But if it is you, only you know exactly how many people were in the room the day we first met, was it 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6? There is only one answer and you know it, so change the font or change a letter to the correct number, YO! If it is you MI, hay girl, how's Cuzz Letty? Have you seen her? I am sorry about everything, but this takes us right back to the wild great idea that blew up in my face that day in the 1997 summer, on the Atlantic City Expressway. You'll see what I mean as I continue on now, lovely daughter. You need to know that I would have gone to court and fought for custody of you in the seventies if I had been told anything.





Yes, the Atlantic City Expressway, and more to the point regarding those days. Folks, I had just walked out of a Congressman's Office, and drove straight to the seashore, after attempting to talk to my old vocalist, but had to talk to his aids instead, Phil Petru, and Steve Muscle-Boy Peterson. President Obama Sir, old buddy; I wonder who just hacked off this entire last paragraph, quite mysteriously, in violation of my First Amendment rights to free speech? Oh, I think we both know that it is indeed the Earthly doppelgangers of the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE A.P. That could be summed up as the BFA (Black File Agencies), thereby affixing no blame to any one particular group of these very lovely wonderful folks who would love to see me dead and buried so bad, they can taste it in-between the crackers and the freaking cream cheese!



















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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 00130. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!







Chapter 00127-A Blog on Morianity's Part-5, was one and the same thing with my chapter called, HELP ME FCC MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, or whatever I titled it on the BLOGGER site that night when I could not get anything I did on my open office word document to paste into the blogging box. Eventually, they allowed a tiny bit of it to paste in, and so I gave my Wordpress blogging address and anyone can still, at any time, simply go and view my full blog, at link: http://www.mountainpen.worpress.com/

so please enjoy reading it up there. Some things won't work at the Wordpress site but will work at the Blogger site, while other things will work at the Blogger site, but will not work at the wordpress site. I am sure that if I was a computer geek-guru, there would be ways to do what I want, and on top of that, and by the way I have a new hack like the old library fucking ''BUT'' 'TIME-DAUT-HACK', funny-funny, still; I was trying to say before the ''on an don an don'' newest shit, and just the 'D' being dropped completely recently, when I am saying 'AND' and it just comes out making me look like a fucking dumb ass fool, ''AN''. Aniwho, Flo and YO, and all boxes, balls, and techno-stuff that is no where near as advanced as my process called, ''Keyboards From Peta-Hell'' ® that is a combined grouping of already existing machines and settings that really, is a precise formula, so that using it, permits wild new shit to be done in the fucking audio world, of course Donna was pissed off and said so in 1983; when I invented the thing four years earlier, in Mantua, New Jersey; AHA AHA AHA AHA MIKE MICK-N!!!!!

Some scum fucking bag is HACKING ME, THIS IS RAPIDLY APPROACHING A MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK DAY, A---G---A---I---N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOSO-WEIN, YO!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCCCCC

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO BRENDA MOORE GIBBSBORO NEW FUCKING JERSEY, DO IT!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-CG-189, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!

So why are things quiet for three days give or take, and then suddenly out of a chemtrailess sky of silence as though I don't have a mother fucking care in the cock sucking world, SHAZAM and GOLLLLEEY SARGE CARTER, UNITED STATES MARINE FUCKING CORPS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????? Well there are sometimes, some clues infuckingdeed, YO! Yes folks, Aniwho Flo-YO and all others, boxes and balls and other 'invisibilities' and non McHales's Navy War Tub PT's, or AKA PARLOR-TRICKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, we don't need to discuss my techno-pop nightmares, it has gotten me into a lot of hassles and even some non lying rhyming Krassle's, but still, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT, YO, I have some other shit for my old yesteryear pal, Mister freaking non bloody-shoe Warner and his BRO, BRAH!!!!!!! My miseries are 99% caused by others and 1% caused by me. I do not believe the old adage that I am my own worst enemy. There is an accuser in this cosmos and he has done a superb and splendid mother fucking job of always making innocent little me appear so evil and rotten and fucking ass guilty at all sorts of nasty shit. Yeah, but as I already knew two days before the weekend ever even came around, what I hate even more than the innocent being trashed, is the guilty walking out of the courtroom. Notice I did give you all the clue, and I'll re-print it on this blog, so do not skip old appearing blogs, it will be there, and dated, and this time, fucking underlined and color font altered, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!! I really wanted to talk today about some powerful fucking shit, but all this siege bullshit is getting in my fucking way, and we will just have to get to it later on, and I'll just have to fucking DEAL WITH IT ANOTHER TIME, COPYRIGHT INSURANCE EXAMINERS OF 2013, WEEEE-NA WELLS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO DOGS, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still disagree with David Roth on the pussy command and not looking at all of this as OTAMMIC related. He is ENTITLED TO HIS MASHELL DANIELS OPINION, LOVELY WORLD, as am I, BRO. Well, Mashell was one of the wild peeps in my life, and this is no lie. Things happened to me upon numerous occasion that involved this nasty lady, and she told me some things about herself that need not be repeated right now, but things all fall totally into place for me, Ron, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!





The night my car was stolen at the RPL Recording Studio right before the Christmas break in late December in 1979, two other strange ladies who were friends and neighbors of Mashell; also did some pretty unexplainable stuff, looking back on it now years later. I know I blogged details on blogs from 5 years or so ago, but that is not germane or urgent to shit going down right now, but will be later, I promise you.







COMING CLEAN ABOUT THE TRUTH



Folks, I told one lie, to MYSELF, if I had not, I would be insane right now. This to you sounds dumb, as you already think this of me except for a group that I could count on either my left or my right hand. Still, Praise Triple Freaking goddess, for this much success, here in H---E---L---L!



**THE REAL TRUTH CALLED EXPLORATRONICS**





Patty Jane made a great final show. Study it, for those who may have taped it off the TV as I did. You will C my dam ass blogs really start to come to life. No we are not making this all up as we go along, but at least, it's press, and right now, I'll take any of it. What am I referring to, laughing non-morbid Mike McNulty?????????? Well, aha-aha-aha, this:








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No, I promise, ESS, I do not make MORIANITY up, or does it go along, only my life does, the truth is non changing, despite life being ever altering. That should pop up as quite a strange outlandish paradox for you, my Morians and others out here, but if it doesn't, well, keep enjoying your long 'cosmic nap'. Maybe you'll wake up on the first of Oct.















Time is such an illusion when not in three dimensions. But not all things work in the mysterious ways of the internet society and regs, complex and all encompassing as they seemingly are to many of us from time to time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I will explain a little bit about what goes on, and you then if you want to and only if you want to, will see a powerful pile of shit blow up in your face, and it will alter the way you are and your entire life, so if you want to avoid the potential life altering experience of this, as should have folks such as the great Joseph Paget of Pennsylvania early in this millennium, well, hit that old famous NEXT-BLOG button, just hit HOME to get you to the top of the page, then that button, and you can wiz right out of morianity, and maybe read the blogs of Timothy Robinson and his life as a building inspector in New York city, or try Joann Hay Beige, and her life as a child-movie extra, but staying here will indeed cause me to write this little Latin warning in here to you, Caveat Emptor. You are buying information, and the price is allowing me to forever alter your mind, so as to better see my life and the truths of the Head Morian, and Morianity.















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STILL, INSURANCE OR NO INSURANCE, HOW DID I KNOW BACK SO FAR IN TIME, TO USE THIS AS A SYSTEM TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM HORRIBLE COSMIC DANGEROUS ENTITIES? THE ANSWER WAS NEVER HIDDEN FROM YOU, FOLKS. I KNEW IT VIA S-T-M, (Space-Time-Mind). There simply is NO other way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!







Well, also, how did I know this, Sir Joe Friday, with or without collecting any dead bull's ears????????? What? THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














No, I cannot prove to the standard of court evidence, 99% of what I claim has all gone down in my life on these blogs of Mountainpen. Many very bad people walk away from the court room free individuals, also, every day. Don't make more out of things than my words, but really folks; do you really think that just because I cannot wake up tomorrow morning into a world that recognizes me and what I have gone through, that I'll just sit here like a fool, and accept total fucking defeat? Can any of you out here really be that dam nuts????????







My Blog-Bio will precede my getting into the lesson for today. As I said a while back on an old song, 'Here we go'.





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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.
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'BUT' my good people out here; or maybe not so good as how can I possibly know this one way or the other, Coach Othershoe Dammit Bowerman, of the U of O/Nike? Even though I have no way of getting a read on the audience of my words, I can however know a lot of mysterious things that go far beyond the realms of what others can get in their normal every day waking world lives. First off, I am all through treating anyone out here as an idiot, and my most sincere apology for doing so this long. Yes there are plenty of PP types, but along with them are plenty of more advanced thinkers, who may or may not agree with me and see things my exact way, but they ain't stupid, and they know that this thing with THE STOCK MARKET, MY DAUGHTER, THIS FAMILY, THESE BLOGS, AND THE FACT THAT NO HUMAN GAME OR SYSTEM WOULD BE GOING ON THIS LONG, YOU KNOW THIS, YOU ARE NOT IN THE FUCKING THIRD GRADE LENNY BRISCOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT ANY MORE THAN I HAVE BEEN WILLING TO TAKE YOU SO FAR IN THESE NEARLY 8 YEARS OF THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.














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!!!







Sharkey says, keep reading! This only gets 'better', Mister 'Antimatter' Howard Solomon. Sharkey knows a lot more than he was willing to tell dirt ball enemy, Mister 1996 Letts. But NOW, it is TIME, Cult Leader Barnabas, fictionally of course, hay Joann, let's not anger the great triple goddess here.







Some have hinted a few things, not blog readers, but others who I talk to from time to time, one was a recording engineer, another a businessman, and still another, a relative of a large charitable organization. Folks, there is indeed a ? It may be called anything from the Duladuladula-X, to the moonman-faceboys; but I have named it the 'ESS', or the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Space-time was the concept pf the great Mister Einstein, but there is a little truth that wiz's right past this popular early physics days concept. MIND is what makes the space-time to start with, and this is physics and quantum dynamics mixed and merged together, a future set of math equations not yet there in 2013. When I say stuff like half of the multiverse contains one polarity type universes, and the other half contains the other half, the physicts of todfay jump up and duck for cover. Nothiong explodes or converts, folks. The part that may visit an opposite polarity realm, is not mass from there but what religious folks would call spirit from there. We all dream, and most remember some of it, and know that they really are somewhere else and not in their bed. You can attempt to explain it away in a million other ways, but that is all it is, attempts at explaining away what is really fucking real, good people. If a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON decides to come into our universe from one of the virtually limitless other parallel ones in hyperspace, and decides to go into you, whoever is reading this, and is from an opposite charged realm, it is meaningless, they are only merging with you in spirit, they see and live through your life, as their dream, and then go on to manip[ulate you and your life for a while withouit you being aware of it, as how could you be, you just always insist that it is really you doing whatever it is tyou are doing, and thinking, and living. But nothing goes bang into some huge anhilation, it is not a matter-antimatter merging of mass into energy. Dreaming energy moves in hyperspace at a rate totally unlike mass, and is not under anty of the same laws that tweo opposiote mass entitries would be if they did encounter each other. Still, when a T-3-E enters a person through a dream, and they are in a reverse polarity realm, time is indeed going in the oipposite direction. Because iof this little trick, T-3-E entities have been playing with mortals and acting as GODS for a very bvery long time, as long as we believe there was or is time, as a matrtrer of fucking fact, YO. On top of that, a really experienced traveler in the ESS, is abble to use this dream-energy to create matching electromagnetic mass-illusions. Go to your wall right now and feel how soliod it is. Well, it isn't. It is just many glowing ions all inside a field of energy. This electromagnetic force field is very hard and this is what you feel, even though your eyes perceive the so-called reality of your wall. The 'ESS' can come here and even bring their airships, illusions of course, as is your wall, your car, your spouse, all of it, oh it is real enough, but the solidity is just a huge electromagnetic force. All else is a cosmic parlor trick. Now mastering EXPLORATRONICS by many advanced entities all over fifth dimensional hyperspace, allows them to be as gods to all those who will not listen and believe in the absolute fucking truths of MORIANITY, the real equalizer, this religion, this knowledge, this IS THE TRUE equalizer, the gods, and the mortals, the T-3-E, and the TYPE-1 and TYPE-2 Exploratrons, US. Ten years of practice and mastering the FASCITAR-6-10, and moving on to become a real TRAVELER until eventually invited into the ESS, this is the true cosmic line in the sand. On one side are the many many many mortals, and on the other side, are the immortal gods. And why? Because they fully understand what Morianity has been teaching for nearly 8 years now, EXPLORATRONICS. They can work havoc on messing with time, and I have now explained how this is exactly done, so you now, tonight folks; are way ahead, after you try digesting all of this for maybe a week, and re-reading shit; of where you ever thought you could be while here and alive as the person that your illusion believes to be. You are always YOU, these individual dreaming-sequences matter very very little. It is not our true Astral Plane entity-self, nor what lays far beyond that, just nothingness, the great VOID which IS YOU, nothing ever is really REAL, nothing is real, it must be CREATED, or DREAMED! So to go into other worlds, you need to move throughout the fifth dimension in controlled dreams, and to move backward in time, you need to learn which parallel realms run in an opposite polarity to the one you are in now, and I am in, and use them. With nearly effortless concentration, an experienced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON can fast forward through a person's entire life that they are inhabiting, but in antimatter realms, you are going backward. If you learn which realms are very 'CLOSE-IN' parallels where things differ by a few rearrangements of a couple trillion atoms throughout the entire universes, basically a duplication world, you can begin to do all the things that have been done to me ever since my fucking mom dropped me on my head, in West Philadelphia, in the late fifties; while crossing Fiftieth Street one day, on the way to a doctor appointment.







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YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00130. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



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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. This dovetails into my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together, and this is really a world of energy in real truth, and then our brain's consciousness machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter world where we are now living and typing or reading, and 'whatever' Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old 'BUDDY' of the Forget-Me Club!!!













































Atlantic City, New Jersey is not an ordinary place. I doubt I'd have lots of fucking peeps present a valid argument with me on this, but they do not have clue point oh one billion about all of the shit that's gone down there that pertains to mother fucking ME, and MY HORRIBLE DAM ASS HELL!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I cannot worry about anything collapsing, as I plan to tell you all some shit and you can all laugh 'till fucking doomsday. First off, MY NABES HAVE SLAMMED DOORS AND SHOUTED ALL FUCKING DAY LONG, AND HAVE BEEN TOLD TO DO THIS BY FAMILY BRANCHES IN ATLANTIC CITY, MAGIC BULLETS AND ALL, GUNMAN SIR OZWALD, AND MAHM WIFE MARINA. There is so much to tell that it would take a hundred mother fucking years; and today I will only tell one thing. I have some powerful proof, and I plan to catch a train up north to see somebody and take them this proof, since these fucking diseased mother fucking rats ass bastards, won't knock this shit off, and this of course, OH LOVELY GINA, AND ALL OTHERS, is why the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will not quit racing up with this ridiculous mother fucking BULL RALLY, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU FOR YEARS AND FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!







Hyperspace and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest TRINITY, and if you are south of many borders; we would alter this word to TRINIDAD. The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty. I must be very HYPERSPACE-HIGH-SCHOOL 'careful' “PAULA”, as I would like to say a whole lot right now, but I will limit what I tell today. Later on, it is just a matter of really screwing up my courage, and tell a lot more, and then folks, this will in all probability, lead me to the realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison, the grand-daddy mother fucking endless night of major 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. SO 'WHERE ARE YOU DIANA WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU' AFTER COMING BACK FROM WAL-MART VOICEMAILS???????????? OK, so sue me, it is really NEEDED, but tents only matter when the rain pours in, as far as I am concerned, regarding my enlightened attitude concerning the reality of STM.

















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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, let us get to this 5 percent, or some of it, since the ENEMIES won't stop picking on me to keep their EVIL SKYLAR RUMSUN STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY DRIFTING STARWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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???????? I TRY TO TELL THEM GORGEOUS FUCKING GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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So here I am my wonderful awesome believers, I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET WILL JUST KEEP GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, AND I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT MAGIC EXISTS IN SOMETHING THAT I CALL, ''FOLLOW THE FOLLOW''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING told me 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. We are going to clear up some issues 'right here and right now' LOVELY-L&O-LU, AND FOLKS, 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 a 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?

























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YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATOR DEVICE. TRY AND REMEMBER THIS. Stone Harbor and the State Policeman who shot me to death in the Shorty MacInvondi Sixtieth Dimension, is real, and ADA RON WIRTZ knows it is all real, but this world is one HUGE FUCKING BLUEBOOK, and I am not speaking of automobile values or anything closely resembling this, YO!!!!!















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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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Mizz Bondi, if David Roth were here to be my witness, he would tell you under sworn oath how real this all is, hard as it may be for you to fathom. These peeps have very great reasons for keeping me out of music, and really, a moron can see what's happening, if he or she would just look and honestly see what is what here, with both their eyes and their hearts. But alas, as I told Lenny McKinnon in 1980, “I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS WILL ALL TURN OUT”, and no Mizz AG, it ain't real pretty, nothing like you! Pretty uncaring, aren't we???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!




































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Well people, we will wrap up the blog for today. This is as always, just opening the wisdom door just a crack. This is by no means the great LAKEHOPUSE where SCYLLA-JEHOVAH has removed all the doors, talk about bible verses coming to fucking life, like W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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