MORIANITY
PART V, CHAPTER CLXX
12:12
PM-EDST, 21 AUGUST, 2013
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
Around
close to eleven last night, Diana Arteemis paid me a very special
visit. She was beyond beautiful, beyond hot, and beyond awesome. She
dazzled me with every conceivable color and type of her scrumptious
lightning imaginable, CG (cloud-2-ground), Intracloud, a term not yet
recognized in general non meteorological dictionary systems, and even
a few ribbons. Also, this went on until nearly two this morning,
about three or more hours. I later fell asleep and took my baby-blond
to a beautiful park containing several unfathomably ravishing
waterfalls, as Diana loves waterfalls with a passion. It's literally
like taking your kids to the beach after ten grueling months of books
and school and typical miseries of city or town life for the average
child. They get to the beach, and literally, as the old and not so
Tommy roe polite expression goes; ''go total ape-shit''. We had such
a wonderful time there together, but unfortunately, I have a working
physical body here, and so my experience can only last until the
cycles all play out biologically, and I'm forced to awaken back into
this horror show called, ''my life''.
L-4,
I also have very shitty nabes. They are not as bad as they were, and
something did obviously happen to quiet them down somewhat, and they
always have been in this pattern of being here for a while and then
not being here for a while, and in a totally unpredictable measure in
time, both with durations and mode switch. Still, when here, though
better than before; they are a fucking royal pain in my asshole,
daddy-dearest. How I will always remember him saying back in 1974,
how everything was always a ''royal pain in the ass'', I think it was
a naval expression back in the days especially when he served as a
Naval Officer, beginning as a seaman in the Merchant Marines.
'Yessir',
lots of doors banged from 10 through recently, and for two days it's
been lots of screaming in the hallways and continual door traffic and
loud annoying bullshit from these inconsiderate low life hip hop
ghetto thugs over there, that did not get here by pure chance!!!!!
Folks,
any one shitty bad thing ongoing with my life, by itself, is nothing
more, at least in most cases; as sort of a, ''oh yeah, you know, that
ain't so bad, and also, gee, don't make a big federal case out of
stuff and see a million coincidence monsters all over the place, and
get all paranoid and psychotic'', kind of deal. Well, that is exactly
why things work as they do. None of these WOMO bastards ever wake up
one day and go, ''Hay, let's give poor shit head tard Mark all the
proof he needs to sue us all for 50 billion bucks and wipe out our
reps and be the overnight sensation he should be, after-all, it is
him who's behind 30-60 percent of every fucking thing going on in the
entertainment world, and even the world in general, since late in the
sixties somewhere. No folks, don't wait for any of this unless you
enjoy sitting and waiting some place for maybe a thousand god dam
years, and then hear, ''Sorry, we're out of business now; get a
calendar''.
Here
is how real stuff does operate and go down, maybe with all of you,
only I feel confident merely to speak for myself. First off, no one
gives away the store, no one makes it easy for the other person, and
when anyone for any reason, wakes up one day with very powerful
disgruntled enemies, life suddenly becomes darker and bleaker than an
amusement park horror house such as the old Dorney Park Devils Cave,
of the early sixties, up in Allentown, Pennsylvania, Billy!!!!!!!!!!
Whoever
in 1983 did their promotions, great as this park is; left me totally
knowing that they all knew me, and my music, and even MY FUTURE, but
don't panic folks, travelers are amongst us and always have been and
will be, and are labeled by me, this author of Morianity, as
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. This is so yesterday's newspaper by now, it
sucks wind backwards at light speed cubed.
Lenny
McKinnon is rapped up in all of this so tight, it makes the bonds
holding Hoffa while they buried him alive on Tennessee Avenue, look
like kiddie string that a one year old can break without a bead of
Mister Brenner's perspiration. Just how some want to know. Some want
to know all I know about him, from the dam Fibbies all the way to my
wonderful and awesome daughter, who's been fascinated with him since
shortly after leaving PEE's alternate universe high school. See
these things such as my recurring dreams about this place in Egg
Harbor City, its name, the way Dawn and mommy-ann acted and smirked
when we were near it and I would cleverly say things to try and get a
response, and on and on I could go; that lead me to knowing
personally, the full and real power in the words of a very famous
sportscaster, Yogi Berra, and I'll quote, ''It's just too
coincidental to be a coincidence''.
Now
it is times like these where some of my readers think that this
entire 8 year blog project is just some big work of unknown things
about the great world renown pop diva, we all know and love, Mariah
Carey, AKA MC by all of us loyal and loving fans. Well, a more
careful, and open minded review; would bring the obvious truth to
light; that this is a total
falsehood. I cannot help it if as things progressed
along, many things from actual events and real suppressed memories,
took us where it took us, right straight to her door at the tender
age of toddlers, and much more, this is as Ziggy Malyeska would say
so well at an extremely apropos time in July of 1969, and I'll quote
him, ''That's the way it goes''. When Chris Bennett my coworker
security officer at the Cifaloglio post, back in late OHM-5 and into
OKM-6, suggested I begin something called, ''BLOGGING'', totally
alien to me, the word, the deed, even computers and internet for the
most part; I sort of hesitated a while, mulling things all over in my
mind very carefully, trying to scrutinize minute details and weigh
the old business world 'cost benefit reward, ratio and or analysis.
Eventually, I took myself to the Hammonton, New Jersey Public
Library, and learned how to do some very basic things, and went onto
open up shop and start a small little blog, on the one site used at
the start of all this, www.blogger.com/.
That stupid light bulb hack is back and I blocked it with my little
blocker card that I keep right here at my work station, but it did me
a favor, as I needed to block the time anyway, for a soon to come
Jane Bitchweedsdisease clock attack at eleven minutes past one,
shortly. Now I will not get fucked and see three of those nasty ass
ones. Still, at eleven-eleven this fucking morning, I got struck hard
and fucking fast, by my large digital clock; not thinking clearly,
due to my scum bag shitty roach slob nabes from across the hall-hell.
The joke is on everybody, as I need to make a donation of multiple
servings of Chocolate Pudding, to the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, right about
now, and need to log off and re-start this again after a take care of
that and clean up with a nice bath and shave,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I am back, and yes, ©
Office and lovely Jeanne, on 'regular time', at 5 minutes shy of two.
Let us look at the airport photo on the WEATHER-BUG
CAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am not Albert
Einstein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG CITY CAMERA AT THE AIRPORT, IS SHOWN COURTESY
OF CHANNEL 12 TELEVISION, IN SOUTH
FLORIDA.
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A VERY
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Yes,
I did screw up a little bit, I am very very very old, ask INGRID-84,
she knows that indeed, there is a lot of
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
''BAGGAGE''
and
did I forget to say,
''BAGGAGE''????
I'll
take that W---O---W CARD if I may be Gozzwald permitted, Mister Macy.
Thank you!
WOW,
RH. WOW,
RH.
WOW,
RH. WOW,
RH.
WOW,
RH. WOW,
RH.
Yes
Mizz Zebriski had property somewhere either in Saint Thomas or one of
those butt-wiping islands just southeast of where I live as I pen
these words to you all now, electronically.
Yes
Mizz Zebriski had property somewhere either in Saint Thomas or one of
those butt-wiping islands just southeast of where I live as I pen
these words to you all now, electronically.
Yes
Mizz Zebriski had property somewhere either in Saint Thomas
or one of those butt-wiping islands just southeast of where I live as
I pen these words to you all now, electronically.
Yes
Mizz Zebriski had property somewhere either in Saint Thomas or one of
those butt-wiping islands just southeast of where I live as I pen
these words to you all now, electronically.
SAY
WHAT, GEORGE JEFFERSON, OLD BUDDY, OLD PAL??
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
OK
folks, Helen Z. was one wild girl!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W.
When
the FBI incident occurred; will all be told in much greater detailed
length and clarity, in following blogs, folks. Well, this is a
following blog, YO DOGS, WOLF-WOLF, Dick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
FLAG THIS SHIT.
Where
are you, ADA Ron Wirtz, of Camden County, New Jersey? I would not be
shocked. I'm talking the resemblance of nearly Leticia Tilley and MC.
The only difference between these two 'thirdsees' is being 25 years
apart. Other than that, I would be afraid to bring Letty down here to
my building, as there would be an immediate riot; unlike in her area,
where just about everyone is used to her and this twin-ness. Well I
was. Now, many of those little corner areas in the mega-rooms are
starting to come so neatly together, right down to so many set fires
all around me all my life, 2 sound studios, a next door apartment in
Voorhees in late 83 or early 84 somewhere, a nearby storage facility,
several out of state ones up north from Jersey, Uncle and daut, and
so many many more, but oh well ladies and gentlemen, you can't win
them all. I would be happy just to know what winning even is. In any
case, Jay-Jay Evans, sir, what can I say, BRO mustache twirler of the
seventies, AHA AHA AHA?
Maybe
Mommy-Florida, and other FLO'S know whassup, or else they just pass
their car keys onto teen drivers from Farmers and hold on real tight
and pray to whatever gods they pray to or light candles; very very
very Ingrid
CAREFULLY,
now PAULA SYMN!!!
Helen
Zebriski's dish daughter, Andrea, was a story all in its own right,
that the great high and mighty ATLANTIC CITY LIFEGUARD FORCE HAD MANY
A GREAT LAUGH OVER, I AM SURE, CARLEY NOTVANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
know when people are laughing at me and teasing me, and have known
this little ignorant Illuminati deal ever since many decades ago ever
went by, only where they went by, don't ask, pweeeze! I do not hold a
copyright on my life and its weirdness nor the total journal of all
that's been done to me by the great LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL
PLANE, known here in waking mortal circles of this physical plane as
numerous cults and groups that may or may not even be aware that they
are all one giant ASTRAL REALITY, dreaming down here and causing me
nightmares, tears, and KALI HAVOC. Soon, I should have my 29th
copyright, and this list should sometime late this year or in 2014,
reflect it, as the title given to it, with the title track being
''You'll Be Crossing Over'', but the actual given project title that
will display as number 29 on my copyrights List Form as shown here,
will be, ''MY YOUTUBE MUSIC''. Funny though, as folks, there is no
more YOUTUBE, not for me. I'm done being Scylla';s fucking puppet for
her dam ass amusement here on this rotten lousy old Earth. If she
wants to use that great right cross me, fine, I am telling it up
front and straight, LUCKY-MOVIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are you there, R.H. Macy, sir?
MY
COPYRIGHTS, NOT INCLUDING THE
VERY FISHY NEW SONG!!!
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Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER
NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW
MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK
OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED
EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN
THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE
THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING
OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED
COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT
NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD
IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE,
FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
Delay that order, the account has been permanently disabled by me!
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.
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“The recordings only capture
Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing
recording device on this earth could have captured the other
side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM |
December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie
| December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Sorry about that! I just fixed
it.
Posted by: Listener
Therese | December
12, 2006 at 09:02 AM
I think this guy is the *real*
New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is
beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known
folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone
responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this
probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How
is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a
club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris Arter I
am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes
made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both
90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs
and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his
full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking
up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette.
I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been
able to find anything on him except his name and the names of
other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his
songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe
only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall
fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90
minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link
to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some
info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the
track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole”
by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater
keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this
nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been researching this
guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One
of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago).
Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been researching this
guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One
of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago).
Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been researching this
guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One
of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago).
Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/
Posted by: Goyim in the AM |
February
24, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Hi. I got to this page while
reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been
searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one
lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My
Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied
by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And
when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several
voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese
aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it
was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic
voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows
and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and
author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve
found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except
for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they
also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of
those.
Thanks, for any help. Please
feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY
for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his
home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into
a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that
the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is
convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the
Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump
and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air
space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life
gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to
catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in
Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You
can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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You
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olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also, a little philosophy
for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You
may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
Say
good-bye to Hollywood, and this camera's leprechaun's.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS
SHOT HAS BEEN STUCK HERE, YO!
PLEASE
REPAIR THIS LINK, CHANNEL-12, THANK YOU.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN,
YOU
ARE READING
MORIANITY
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I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED
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