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MORIANITY
PART 5
CHAPTER
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join, and
the price is FREE.
YOU
WILL LEARN HERE THAT INDEED:
Nothing
is real, NOTHING
is what is REAL.
It
is all smoke and mirrors.
Ladies
and gentlemen of cyberspace, good morning 2U all. I am going to ell
you a few things, and before I finish, if anyone has any degree of
pity for really endlessly suffering folks, of all counties; they
might just be tempted to do what David Charles Roth heard me do on a
cassette tape back in 1997, on my car stereo, out in the Jersey Pine
Barrens, or just want to do what he did and get mad at the really
evil people, or more truthfully, the darkness inside of many horrible
monsters out in this universe, living right here on Earth, and yell
out in a thundering voice, something not too pleasant about the great
Tom Kean, or maybe Tom Reale, or maybe anybody that is driven by
extremely dark forces, that will not relent, nor will they ever quit
or go away, until they totally ferociously finish off the
Mountainpen, and all he stands for, once and for all, laughing all
the way, along with McNulty-Claus and his Pennsylvania Rain, deer,
dahling!
Upon
rare occasions, I have made mention of an Astral-plane musical
instrument, the Enzemeter. On the physical world, this is a combined
group of special electronic circuits, along with what would be a
conventional keyboard, if it was properly encased and put together in
a normal way. This device if ever all put together and properly
fitted into one well contained machine, would indeed as appear as a
musical keyboard with a very soft foamy or rubbery front that is
attached to the lower area of the keyboard, below where the keys
would flop over it, and on each end, handles would exist, attached to
a harness that would fit over a player's head, so that he or she
would be able to sit or stand and play this device without any
conventional type of a stand, and be reasonably comfortable for
extended periods of time. It would contain a very powerful and
special software disc, allowing it to play any conceivable percussion
sounds, any conceivable musical sounds, and any conceivable vocal
sounds, along with a computer perfect mixer system, sonic
equalization, all possible effects, and whatever is now possible with
many combined devices all used in conjunction to make up something
that after it is played, it can be recorded and sound like any
radio-ready tune of any market of any time period. This sounds like
one hell of a fantasy, right? WRONG. 20 years ago, when internet was
barely a small dream coming alive, what we now have and now can do,
would make what I just described, as far as advanced possibilities in
this application, seem tame, and would not raise a single eyebrow in
a room. Now this device exists on the Astral-Plane as I said, it is
called an Enzemeter, and is played often by Isiscylla, the great
Goddess of Music, and anything else, for that matter. In 1980, I
witnessed this goddess using this, to sing a song to me, called,
''Love Is For Carpenters''. After this happened, I began building a
lot of similar things to attempt emulating this contraption. I'll go
as far as to say that I did a lot of wild stuff, but never totally
built a freaking Enzemeter. Still, in 2012, I decided to take the
idea of combining all possible existing technologies and a few of my
own, and when all put together, since it is not quite as good as an
Astral Enzemeter, give it the name, ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL''. Only
I know why I call it that, and I don't plan to ever tell this secret,
not to a dam soul, not ever. Still, KFP is indeed ® and
logo-created, and made official just as all of ''MY YOUTUBE MUSIC''
was also, before the actual sending of the $65.00 check and the
application form and the cassette tape of that music, down to the
United States Copyright Office, back on July 3, 2013. Guess who just
came by to fuck my day up some more, but lovely MISS BITCH,
JANEYSLEAZETRASH herself, at one mother fucking eleven, so let me
compensate for this horror show from over 20 years ago at the Georgia
ballpark with her miserable rotten ass Atlanta Braves Baseball
Team!!!!!!
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This
is not the first attack, as I was struck while watching the cunt
lapping news, 2 hours ago at freaking eleven-eleven, also, so again
with another freaking ass row of lovely fives, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mister Macy, where's my Ricky Dyfis Divvis dime from HTHS, and for
that matter , my W---O---W
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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.
SHARKEY
SAYS, LET'S GET IT ON, LOVELY ROSEANN!!!
Hay
girl, Leticia Tilley, whassup, YO? Tell BOO, next time he goes to my
county lock-up, call 1100, and not me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Be
friendly, YO, give me a holler, Dawn said you liked me.
So
how does all of this fit together? Well, in all candor, that would
take ten years of straight blogging, and who would ever read a
fraction of it? We would be discussing two and three quarter years
after the LOIS FOCA interaction of 1980 or my ''attempting to wipe
out the EW from my Atco rental home bathtub'', something discussed a
few times on prior-blogging text, we would be talking about
eventually eliminating the need for entertainers, we would be talking
about power drains and other PK initials and archers, both of the bow
and arrow as well as the mechanical kinds, and before it all would be
told, it would be about 50 times more complex than all known quantum
and quasar Mechanic disciplines and equations of the world. So as the
angry man on Fonda's jury, Miss bitch's wonderful great daddy, would
say so perfectly and revoltingly, ''OH
FUCK THIS SHIT''!!!!!
Now I need some help in putting together some make shit junk, and am
attempting to get someone over here, an employee of the great Port
Saint Lucie Bonjovi Entertainment, and that is all I can say.
However, there is a truck load to really tell, and just cannot be
told. I am not intentionally holding back information from my Morians
but simultaneously, I am avoiding committing a major agonizing and
excruciating suicide. And 'THAT' is indeed a 'PROMISE', lovely
MO-nique, thin, or phat. Still and moving on; and great movie from
OHM-6 girl; let's just skip 99.99+% of junk, and get back to the tape
in my car system at the Jersey Pine Barrens, that day in 1997, with
Dave 'Thundervoice' Roth; when he snapped out after hearing me crying
like a dam ass baby; and then me in the car laughing at myself,
'LFLD'. You really do have to see the humor of the 'stair-chases', I
was the one who taught her this, and realize it now, mister Heitzmann
of Bellmawr, oh mighty Huckleberry Hater-88 and many other possible
88's. I found myself doing a double-take driving
back from Bonjovi's fucking place
yesterday afternoon, don't ask, and I won't fucking tell, OK,
Bill Clinton, old 'park doppelganger pal of 1995'????
Yes,
Enzemeter's, Scylla Goddesses, and Advanced Robotic Panther's, what's
next, blondie?????????????????????????
Three
mother fucking ONE'S JANE BITCH SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE ASSAULTS in less
than 3 hours, must be going for a fucking McGinty world Record, huh
Steve, Tellmeallyourproblemsmarkbackin1996????????????
The
mother fucking PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, is on my computer fucking
screes, seems I cannot win tonight in here, YO DOGS, W---O---L---F.
They
made fun of me in 1986 when I walked into the Jersey casinos wearing
my Roulette Enzemeter. But I know something now that I did not mother
fucking know back in fucking rotten ass 1986. I could have walked in
their with Mister BO-Jangles, and his dam resurrected dog; and it
would make no difference in the outcome. I could have bet in total
reverse on every bet that I lost on, and again, no difference, Mister
Fazer Firing Landing Party Away Team Crystalline Entity Star Trek
Original Show Fighter, NO DIFFERENCE WHATSOEVER, right William
Shatner, old thank you letter pal. Hell at least my kid came through
on that one in a 'Mirror-Mirror' Spock-beard world; you lousy
egocentric son of a bitch.
There
are about a dozen things I want to tell you folks, but I am tired and
need to crash into sleep. If mercy was real and not a
smoke-mirror-hot tar road surface eye-trick; I'd stay asleep,
4-FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!! Ga'hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie,
''SHEEEEEEEEEEIT''. Don't make me HURL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PREDICTION,
DOW UP 400 POINTS TODAY, AND UP 3000 POINTS ON THE WEEK, AND UP 7000
POINTS THIS MONTH.
Well,
this is the fucking shit that can be expected, when you or really, I,
am dealing with eternal Weena's! Say what Dawn and Daddy Sleeptalker?
Well, mother at the end was Sleepwalker, so they ended up fucking
being great soul mates after all, wow,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!
What
nobody is aware of, is that huge things are around the corner, and is
why the stock market is whip sawing and see sawing back and forth,
like 50 powerful men playing Tug-Of-War, with 25 men on each side
holding the rope. Eventually, one side will prove a little stronger.
This is not just something recently beginning, and is more like
something recently ending, a long journey, just about to be
completed, only it still is not over, as the traveler may have been
gone a million years and came from the distant stars, but home is yet
an hour away, and robbers and murderers still await him along the
roadway near to his home, and at any second, can finish this poor
bastard off in one mighty fell fucking swoop. ?this is not some
philosophy, and it certainly ain't poetry, so forget Shakespeare or
Romeo and Juliet, or even similar names, 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. That;s all you fucking need to know,
great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No this is not
the crazy rantings of lunatic Mountainpen or even the nightly
resurrections of Roseann Delaney or the one time resurrection of the
great Lord and Master King Akoslem, also known as (AKA) Jesus Christ.
Without delving too deeply into anything in particular in order to
safeguard great things as much as is humanly Pennock-possible, I will
only say this. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE woke me up very very very
Hurricane Ingrid ill this morning with a sore throat so bad I wanted
to punch a mother fucking hole in my wall. After lots of lozenge
tablets and chewing on Buffered Aspirin for most of the day, I AM OK
now, but I AM NOT ICY ISIS, lost in time, or chillier than an ice
machine, with or without any Trinity chemtrails, hotels, machines
filled with ice cubes, balconies to be dangled off of, or curly
haired lost daughters of Carlisle Avenue, huh Ron Bustrips Wirtz, of
the Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor's Office? Oh sir, I did
plenty of legwork, as you so instructed me to do back in the mother
fucking rotten middle nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO YO and not bounced
around from town to town, or other such 1988 copyrighted shit in my
fucking ass name! Ga'hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Ga'hed, Mike McNulty, laugh out loud,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA! Morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all think
you have all of the answers to everything. Even Einstein was totally
fucking clueless about how to beat Roulette, using parallel event,
time's reflection, and just why it makes sentient beings aware to
roughly 400 tiny instant little pieces, each and every minute of the
clock while they are in hyperspace. Wanna' really know a fucked up
secret, not that anyone out here's gonna' fucking believe a dam ass
word I say, BRO? This great man was unable to perform many simple
tasks, including the tying of shoelaces until his fifteenth birthday,
and even then, there are photographs of his shoes tied all his life,
in loose knots, rather than bows. He, like me, was great at being
able to see obvious things all around us that for reasons too lengthy
and complicated, seem to elude the 99.999999999% of most sentient
persons in hyperspace, or waking mortal tangible an material life. He
was not all that good in math, and had many persons in his early
days, helping him to actually physically work out into equations, all
his ideas about the cosmos. When they seemed to fit together, he had
the opposite thing happen to him that happens to me, a total 180
concentrically persisting reality from that of freaking ass mine. All
his helpers vanished into obscurity, and he was left as the great
publisher and total creator of the ''theory of general and special
relativity''. This is the total opposite, and the entire Copyright
Office and legal system of the UNITED
STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS KNOWS THIS PERFECTLY TOTALLY
WELL; and that is for just one example, the project called Billy
Harner 2000. You can Google up http://www.billyharner.com/
or click on the link here, and see his web-page, but you will see how
I totally vanished out of all reality from anything pertaining to
STUDIO PARK RECORDS, HIM, or for that
matter, the illustrious and wonderful PAUL
EVANS PEDERSEN. I have no issue with this anymore folks, and
could care less, and you wanna' know why good folks? Because it is
just all that much MORE FREAKING EVIDENCE IN MY FAVOR AND ON MY SIDE
OF THIS ETERNAL BATTLE AND WAR, proving how someone or something,
Captain Shatner and kid, have GONE OUT OF THEIR
WAY WORKING TRIPLE SHIFT OVERTIME FOR DECADES NOW, to do all
of this to me, in a continual pattern, relentlessly, without so much
as a hint of ceasing any time or millennium soon. They made me
deathly ill as they did to Mikey back on Sunday, and this is of
course why the DOW JONES SHOT UP NEARLY 200
POINTS TODAY.
Personally,
I do not care what any of you do, you mother fucking cunt eating
swine, LAMBRIGG CULT! You and I have
been fighting and dueling this out for all eternity, or really said
more accurately, in eternity; as well as off of it when dreamed down
into lower hyperspace waking illusions of solidity and
materialization. This will change by the weekend folks, because I
will be forever out of this world, or a change will be made. You will
all say, down the road, Jesus fucking Christ all mighty, he told us,
just like he told us all the DOW JONES WOULD HIT 20,000 BY THE
SUMMER-TIME IN 2013, AND 40,000 BY THE SUMMER-TIME OF 2015. YOU'LL
SEE. But that is not important, Gina, and other believers. What is
important is that I tell you a quick little squib here, and then I
will be gone for a while, but you will understand its power as the
days pass by. First off, not that many days back, my mother and the
New Jersey branch of the lovely 1970-That-Family, or TAWF-'70, for
short; were interacting in another universe in the hyperspace that I
have conscious recall to, (I had a powerful and vivid dream) in other
words; your words actually, that you insist upon; but what went down
in that parallel reality is not germane at this moment in time,
Senator Watergate Jacobson, and will be glossed over on this blog for
right now. Some of you have forgotten my powerful words of hyperspace
bleed-over and the example given on my blogs to any of you out here
that may be interested in ultimate powerful truth, as I know Morty
Mortino is, as this is now about his tenth strike on me today, on my
right side, (the DEATH ANDROID or ANGEL), this time; but any-hoo
folks, bleed-over was explained in an example with a lot of dry
towels that all surround one soaking sopping wet towel in the middle.
This was the best that I could do, but folks, you can manipulate
stuff in all five dimensions, but it takes great skill, practice, and
of course, something TAWF does not have a lot of for the most part,
and that would be patience DMK being one of this fantastic family
member with the least of all. Her true middle name was not Marie, it
was 'Marightnow'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday
late into the night, I took a huge computer hack attack. Then hours
later, my health was brutally and viciously struck by these filthy
fucking bottom feeder sub-pigs. This of course shot the DOW up, and
the chart below shows this. But before this is all said and done, I
will prove that time travel is going on all around us, right under
our noses, but in ways no mortal as of yet in this year, can even
remotely begin to conceive of. It honestly is like the example of
trying to explain the ocean to a person from the Colorado Rocky
Mountains who never even saw an ocean on television or in a picture,
let alone in actual reality. There you would be attempting to make
one futile attempt with one example after another, but when the
person actually would come to see it some day for real, they would
say to themselves, shit man, nobody came
close to describing it.
The
world has wanted me to vanish away ever since I left high school. The
movie done by the MTM Network back around 1996, depicted a small
ocean attempt description example, in their great movie staring Mary
Tyler Moore, called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden”. This is a
MUST-C movie for all Believers of
Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only seeing it,
AGAIN, explains just why it is such a MUST-C fucking ass show, I can
only proclaim that it is now in words ladies and freaking gentlemen,
YO! Now what happened back in fucking school that caused this
planet's powerful controllers and owners, to desire this so much?
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
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
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????
DOES
THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????
Sure
he does, lovely one,but he doesn't need to rub him in his god dam
eyes, huh late Dave Chaz Roth, YO YO YO?
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KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
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
00107.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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it is e-bay genius you.
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County, in
New Jersey. Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied. I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only, where
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PLEASE!!!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a
time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
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