Friday, August 23, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CLXXIII


MORIANITY PART V



CHAPTER CLXXIII





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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, LAUGH AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO MIKE MCNULTY FROM 09-1971!!!!!!!!!!!



A HUGE HACK STRUCK AS SOON AS I TRIED TO USE MY WEATHER BUG GARBAGE. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO UNINSTALL THIS PIECE OF JUNK!!!!!



It is half past one this afternoon, August 23, 2013, Friday.



BOB MCDOWELL OF THE FCC; I NEED HELP. I HAVE BEEN ALL WORMED UP BY SOME MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD, WHO IS GOING TO FIND THEMSELVES VERY DEAD, VERY SOON, triple time, Mister Treklane 900 light year PRATT!!!













I began opening the APP that has caused me two days of major problems now, and I do not know if it is them, or this HD-Wallpaper people, but my system froze up and I had to manually shut down and go into a system recovery mode, AGAIN, a while back. THIS IS 2 DAYS INA ROW, AND A RECORD OF MY OPEN OFFICE CRASH IS ON FILE WITH THEM AS I RESPONDED TO THEIR PROMPT SO THEY COULD RESTORE ME, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. SOMEBODY IS REAL FUCKING CUNT LAPPING PISSED OFF AT MY DISCUSSION WITH THE AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY REPRESENTATIVE, BACK YESTERDAY EARLY AFTERNOON. It did not do my ''Righteous Empire'' any good however, as the ''EVIL EMPIRE'' got its way, to nearly 70 points UP, as usual GINA, yesterday; by hacking the hell out of my blogs. This is their best illegal hack and violation of my constitutionally protected (so-called) rights, as far as surging up that cheated manipulated controlled evil stock market of theirs, via ''APE-TECH''!





























Now we will fucking major ass RETALIATE for this two day UTILITIES SIEGE, VIA MAJOR COMPUTER BLACK-HAT-CRACKER-HACKING, MIZZ LOVELY STACEY LATTISAW OF 1981!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are going to go into some detail about the

EDUCATOR-TRAVELERS. We opened this up with me telling my loyal MORIANS how to prove this powerful secret cult of time manipulators, is really out there amongst us, and THEY are good and pissed fucking off at me for opening my mouth, and I have not even begun to shout and scream and holler, so take that to the fucking Mississippi River, and go drown!!! All ANY OF YOU NEED TO DO, NO MATTER WHAT COUNTY YOU MAY BE RESIDING IN IN THIS GREATER 48 STATE AREA OF GREAT OLD AMERICA, DO IT MISTER MCNULTY; BUT YES FOLKS, walk into your local public library, or find several of them around your home within ten or twenty miles. Take at pure random, a dozen books off the shelves, and take them over to a nice quiet table, and begin to look for the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON travelers that I label within their group, the highest class amongst the Exploratronic Supermind, the HMM's. Now folks, this stands for the ''HISTORY-MARKER MAKERS''.



Exactly just what am I telling all of you is going on; you may now be wondering? So let me get it all out of the way, and out into the open, and on both sides of Dorothy Ozzwald's tornado, in or out of any automobiles owned by Hugh Beaumont AKA Ward Cleaver. Well, let me begin with what I know, and end with what I know. I won't be saying one dam thing, Admiral, that I DON'T KNOW, there will be no guesses, no speculative work here, all just what I know from the past 30 years, give or take, of my personal experiences as Mark Wayne mohr, on this wonderful and quite lovely Planet Earth, yeah right, sure, in antimatter English facetiousness. First folks, open all of your books now, and don't even think about reading anything, as that's not why you're there doing this. Out of your dozen randomly picked books, see how many of them have been marked up in the following ways, by these exploratron travelers of the Exploratronic Supermind's highest order and future world owners, the EDUCATORS. They sort of allow a co-reign by the scientific community in coming centuries, but in real truth, it's figure-head ruling, sort of like in England with the present day royals and the Parliament. What you'll find, sort of like with near-death-'experiencers', and fuck you, as this word should exist, and I'm gonna' fucking use it; Bennie P. Richard; but it is sort of the way they all share the wormhole tunnel transiton or gateway from supposedly, physical life to physical death, and in some cases, in reverse again. It is also like UFO-abductees (so-called), they all are sharing what I share when I try to ever get any information at all from anyone in TAWF, (THAT-FAMILY) of my personal nightmares since my life ended, John and Photeous-1997-Tennessee Avenue philosophical discussions. Yes the abductees share the memory loss, the almost-dead share the tunnel. Here now is what I want all of you to observe about the great TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, the ones whose job it is to ''play with humanity'' as well as have a secret code of some sort that only they understand, all done through library books for the most part, but there are other major things to say in future discussions and discourses on other days on other future blogs. What you will see in at least one in five books, is varying degrees, from first page to last page, of underlinings, double and triple underlinings, circling notations, small letter notes, and things along the lines of if you did not know better, would be just the literary drooling's of a bunch of bored to tears school kids all across America, only don't make the mistake of buying into that pant fire deal. This is not some early eighties Kim Wilder situation, and it is all of us, who are totally ''clueless'' about a lot of things going on in America, as well as the rest of the planet, Kimmy. Not only do these notations mean powerful things to future travelers AKA (TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS), but they are legitimate history markers that show that cultures of certain times, did in fact exist and their authors wrote certain strung together words and sentences and paragraphs, and eventually books, and here they are, so they need to do this, whatever it is, as only they truly know precisely. I know my teacher in 1969, misses Marola was one of them,, no on e will ever convince me otherwise, or of the even bigger thing that we all know is getting said, unless our IQ matches numbers if lucky, about twice as high as those on a roulette wheel. Oh mike McMensa-Nulty, is a big powerful MACY-WOW needed here; either now, or back in 1971? I feel so sick to my mother fucking stomach because only I know the horrible truth, and yes, lovely asshole Twinbay, I am what you indeed called me, a glass-half-empty kind of a guy. 'BUT', I am, unfortunately simultaneously being a mere total ass REALIST!!!!!!!! Now speaking of this, I am a real Yogi Berra fan, but also a fan of McCoy, Abbey Carmichael; as well as the entire agreeing club of coincidence haters in general. It may be dubious somewhat to openly admit to this rigid and austere and buck head attitude regarding these things, but as my 1986 puts it well in emphasis, Governor Exploratron Jesse and relative Salvador; I DO, and I'm not even getting married, praise be to the gods and heavenly hosts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No things like the great old black and white movie with Henry Fonda, called, ''Twelve Angry Men'', had a history marker unmistakeably placed into it. My daughter, who already knew, or hubby did; about the 2010 library ''BUT HACK'', over on where else but ''Melody'' Lane, here in Fort Pierce at the foot of the dam Indian River, and anyone can archive all of this back in the days of blogs with chapter names such as ''SHOT THROUGH THE HEARTS OF DOGS AND WOLVES'', OR ''WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURNS, AND WATSON CLUES''; knows well, how that cool movie with the stair chases, had that BUT in it out of left field during the school fight, months before the hack was ever placed into the library word processor machine where I typed up my blogs and saved them onto a square floppy disc, before going upstairs to post them to the internet blogging sites. In the other movie with Henry Fonda; and he was a real fine 'old school' gentlemen, who never ever would star in any movie with language like my kid's or even close to it, yet the TRONS used that same kind of coded thing, by somehow miraculously inserting the words, and in the very exact voice of the man playing a co-juror along with Fonda in this show, and he says if you listen real hard and clearly, especially through a pair of quality headphones, Sony, Monster, Skullcandy, and top end; right after the man who works with watches and has the foreign accent says, ''pardon'' and the nasty personality juror says a mean retort to him, you also will clearly hear this same nasty guy say under the main volume of the show, and I quote, ''Oh fuck this shit''. Movies in those days, and especially with mister Fonda starring in them JUST DID NOT USE THAT KIND OF LINGO, but there it is, like MY Maine Real Good Girl of Counted Postal Pieces at 65 Middle Road, and yes, time traveler Jesse admits to his connections with our president and all these experimentation's from when they were both still high school boys, but anyone can make up giant internet tales, look for the matching proofs folks, that's what you need to learn to do, ADA Ron Wirtz of Camden County, New Jersey put this perfectly, do the legwork, and THAT IS the legwork, you must prove it with matching stuff. Governor Jesse Wresting-man Ventura, AFTER MY 1986 SONG, Real Good Girl, has a wrestling song, also called, gee what it could it be folks, but, REAL GOOD GIRL? Mister Macy, permission please, or 'pass to Shapiro', HTHS, what shitty days those were from September 1966 through June 1968. Well, if old Sharon Payne is ever reading these words, this was a pain, and all of life is a pain, but I never told you just how beautiful I thought you were, but I did tell your younger brother David, whether he ever told you that or not, YO! But screw my old high school, how about ever since I grew up into manhood, I could not stop having a recurring dream of me driving around the area of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, trying to find some wild ''SCHOOL''. Yeah, and it was there all the time. It looks like a school, but it is more than a school, it is the Egg Harbor City Atlantic County reform school, known as the Harborfields Detention Center. Google it up, on Route 561 and Saint Lewis Avenue. Pee went there in a local parallel universe and recently got out on her sixteenth birthday. For fun, I've called it now since 2008, PEES ALTERNATE uNIVERSE HIGH SCHOOL. Printing it onto my document in this fashion, stops the ALL MIGHTY GOOGLE-MICROSOFT GODS OF THIS AGE, biblically perfectly speaking here folks; from not letting th powerful and obvious initials show, just as in any of my copyrighted musical projects, most of them all beginning with a capital P, a capital A, and then a small u. But my open office 3.1 system will not allow me to print that, it insists on changing it. Pau000204015 is an example of one of my works, just from typing the three letters, the program-memory half prints this should I wish to then click on it and make it print out. If not you merely ignore the prompt and go on typing, still it will not allow it to type up the way it shows on the forms from the © Office.















Say good-bye to Hollywood, and this camera's leprechaun's.

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THIS WILL NOW FUCKING COMPENSATE OR CUNT-PHLEGM RAPE, FOR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN,WOW AM I THE UNLUCKY PAIR OF DADDY-DICE FOR 60 YEARS, CRISSAKE!!!

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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''.



















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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.






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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.



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George Straight said it all back around 1998 in his very major hit country tune, ''NEED I SAY MORE?'' No George, just say MORIANITY, and join up and tell all of your pals as well, HEE-HAW, break that wild horse down!!!!!!!!!!!!





WELL, THERE IS MORE TO SAY!



I am a weak person, as far as natural physical strength. So I am in no position to sit around, ever, trying to twist other people's arms. I have given up a long time ago on many different things, along this line, as folks are going to see what they see and believe what makes them all cozy and warm, and that, Mizz Whale-Hicks, as they say, is that, to quote you from the great Star Trek movie of 1986. I could type for days and nights straight and show all of you that my life is beyond strange and not of my choosing or making, at least for the very most part. Because it is so off the wall and off the charts, people get what I tend to call, and don't get me wrong, as I watch her show and think she is a cool person, but yes, the Judge Judy Mind. What I'm referring to is her unrelenting obstinate position that 100% of the time, if something just can't be believable, it isn't, and most peeps even though they may appear to be on some other side of her thinking, while in her courtroom, really share this very majority mindset, that is near accurate, but it does fall off the mark when she insists it has to be 100 out of 100, I'll concede 99 or even point five or seven but not a full ALWAYS as she believes whole heartedly. Here are some off the top of the head one out of perhaps 5000 things in the past 30 years that I could bring up for discussion.



Every single time I try and do anything to get someone to believe that my wild story is true in any way, shape, or form; unfathomable things begin to occur the second I do get the seedling of a potential real believer. Many things involve my past connections to name recognized persons in the world of the political arena, sports, and art entertainment. I hate going here, but this is always and will be foremost, part of a more unbelievable realm that would incur the normal doubters to step up their disbelief in something I may share with them from time to time. For one example, not one person other than someone who was practically more than just a fan, of the late Disco Diva, Donna summer, a resident of Voorhees, New Jersey, employed in 1980 at the Wall to Wall sound Store in the Echelon Mall who knew for a fact that something was real about a music project she did in Munich Germany as a teenager that never became public and was not really very good to be honest, sort of like Whitney's bad day at the ballgame with the Star Spangled Banner, in 1997 if memory is serving me. Hearing that was like watching the Naval Fleet all sink during the great war, and not just the fleet docked in Hawaii at Pearl Harbor. Still, 100 people were made aware of this music, and no one believed it really was Donna Summer. Then one day on a BIO on the A&E Channel, a now defunct cable channel if I'm not mistaken, it seems she had a videotape of some of the sessions where this obscure work was done, and I saw first hand, that I was right all those years. For those thinking, why does this matter, well, it doesn't, not until a major definite unpleasant pattern begins to emerge, time and time and time again, year after year, and yes, Bob Barker, we could do that little thing you did again, but let's not. Paul, my ex partner in SPR did nothing but con me and lie to me, yet he thought everything I did an said was a lie, and still believes none of the things being discussed. But this is not the story and it's end by any stretch even if I say, now take this and make hundreds of people with thousands of events over the past 35 + years of time now, and incorporate this into what was previously stated. This is because other things also seem to go into play as well. I will be very careful in wording what I now say; so it will be subtle enough to never be a proof that hay, Mountainpen said such and such, but the ones who follow these blogs will not be able to miss what is being said. Recently, I reversed the process of what the Photo-bucket, and most videos tend to do to people an their faces, I call it some electronic anti-elongation process, and is why people look so much ''fatter'' on television. Some of the Spanish channels are totally ridiculous, unless a wide screen TV, that I am unable to afford right now in my present station in life, thanks to you guessed it; TAWF; is viewing the images transmitted; but even then, I think this is a new Hollywood trend of doing what the old 16-mm projectors did back before present video technology began, picture elongation, where you appear taller and thinner as opposed to fatter and shorter. In reality, as stated, we all know that present video does anti-elongate all of us. Photo-Bucket service is no different. Hay you can't beat the price, it is free, who's complaining there? Still, photos used by that method, the only one Ed Himacane knew when I began to blog back early in 2006; took the photo of me that was transferred to a disc at some office and computer place back in New Jersey, was processed, and digital is not a perfect reproduction, not in video, maybe in audio it reached this point now with great analogue decoding, still, not video, not the average price range video as we are not all trillionaries and celebrities. So we go with what we can, and bingo, I have had to post a photo of me who already is somewhat big for my height, I won't deny that, but I don't have a face that reaches across the bus either. Finally, just Thursday, yesterday; I learned how to work a new feature, or really an old feature on this machine, I merely finally figured it out with no help from anybody, and many computer users, even young ones, do not all know about it. Ed bragged he was practically the father of computers and knew it all, he did not know that. I asked him if he could get a program to take my photo and not shop it, but rework it back to reality where it is not stretched left to right twice the normal width. He tried all sorts of shit, and failed, brag on Ed. I learned all by myself, how to do this, and now it looks just like me, for the most part. I do not let my hair get all long and clumped, it is not short, but I don't look like some static charge just gave me an Einstein hairdo. I look just like the photo only all that clump of crap behind me is more neatly cut and arranged. Still, when Photo-Bucket and their effects, are removed, and I appear the way the zeros and the ones placed my image on that CD, a moron can see that forces that don't like obvious things that have been claimed by me, becoming more exposed and out there for at least a few peeps to scratch their heads, and wonder a little bit. I'll say three things about this wild entire family, all bunched together. We tend to kill each other, fuck each other, and almost be each other, in more than the normal average way. All and all, this is why the system has made me appear unreal and not the way I truly look, all this time, but look and study the two photos next to each other, when I post them later, and then, well, if you are blind in more ways than one, my advice is to stay out of Florida, as another unsighted celebrity will be doing, at least until someone around here comes to their senses, after-all, the jury admitted it was fixed. At the very end, 2 or 3 weeks later, most of the dam jurors said the law that applied to them as jurors, required them in duty bound fashion, to find that child murderer not guilty, and they were not happy about being forced to acquit. Now, what happened right after I did what I did today, with my photo? Gee, really, are you catching onto my life yet, anyone. Yes, the entire system of photos was hacked out. I managed to get it back, but you don't need to know all the details. It's better Morianity skips a beat here and there, than have it all be told, straight to my funeral. Forewarned is forearmed as they say, but I'll throw in here, loose lips have sunk ships. Real Naval crews know how true and powerful this statement is, not just Mister Snowden. What really kills me is Paul Pedersen, who said to me, ''I know Congressman Andrews, that's not congressman Andrews singing your song in 1980, ''Long River Blues''. He knows he grew up in a house on Oak Street in Haddon Heights, New Jersey, at the time his personal phone number was 609-547-XXXX. FISA knows I had it in my personal phone directory back in the mobile Home where they entered while I was on a weekend security post out of state, and they knew it. They not only came in, but they broke a lot of my electronic equipment. We are not all that far away, folks, from Nazi SS storm troopers, and all of it, remember you old fucks out here, nobody but NOBODY believed the world would stand back and let HITLER HAPPEN, but he did happen, I should know, I AM HIM, or was, just as MC was my SARAH on 10-SC Avenue and I know it so assuredly I would stake being wrong with a bet that if I win, I get to kill every one of my serious enemies, and their families, and if I lose the bet, I am placed in a torture rack and on fire, unable to ever burn up or die in any way, ever ever ever ever ever!!! That's how sure I am of all of this, L-4. Remember this could go on for days and maybe weeks without stopping, only it won't so please do not worry. After this, I'll get into some other dicey and juicy stuff, from the macabre to the down right dirty rotten. But to finish this out somewhat hurriedly folks; back to old ex-partner Paul. He knows the congressman and no way that's him. Well, I have a very simple story for him or anyone else. Haddon Heights is a small Jersey town. There is one OAK STREET. I seriously freaking doubt that there was MORE THAN ONE ROBERT ANDREWS, on that street, of that age, in those years from 1975 through 1981. Now if you want to argue that, well, we can argue DNA science, or perhaps that lovely royal Kate recently delivered an adorable baby. If you'd rather still, we can insist the sky is bright at night, and dark all day long. We can say Donna Summer never did a music project called by her, ''her version of HAIR''. We can say Photo-Bucket and all of this video tech is just some wild coincidence, but take it away, and a resemblance to my kid is pretty amazing, at least IMHO. Again, I did not shop this, I 'un-shopped it', as video today shops shit automatically by anti-elongating the image. Wasn't this about as important as it gets, not to be all changed by sloppy technology, being the photo of the blogs of Mountainpen? I mean if I am saying I believe the big polar bear up at timber Point 7 in Alaska, just 200 miles into the wilderness away from Fairbanks, is my uncle, and I post up a phot of a tiger or a lion, that's not going to cut a whole lot of mustard. I would want to post a photo of a polar bear. Then take another Yogi Berra too coincidental to be a coincidence ting here, folks. Just when I finally get a proper real image to post to my blogs, the entire system gets hacked out, and this is certainly not the only day that I ever worked on pasting in photos and pix and Googling images, etcetera. Now I'll reiterate, as it is better than going on an don for hours and years. Take just this little bit of shit folks, as you either get the ideas of what is going on behind Dorothy Ozz's curtains by now, or you simply never ever will, so give it up right now and switch over to the blogs of Henry S. Haymaker and his life of vacation cruises, or maybe you can try Joseph Teasdale Junior, and his Bahama Scuba Diving Stories. You do whatever turns you on, folks, but really; there's no exaggeration here, when I make this bold statement. You can take just what I wrote here today, on this little blog; and expand it out from here, into a thousand other things every bit as real; and my point people, MY POINT IS THISSSSSSS, Erica snakes Cane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is an unmistakable force, made up of exactly what, I DO NOT KNOW; or they'd all be long DEAD, I promise you that; but they are there, they are real, they have some kind of a precise goal and agenda, with ME, and who knows who else? I can only speak for ME!

Jesus, Is it any wonder, the market flew this afternoon???



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Nothing is real, NOTHING is what is REAL; it is all smoke and mirrors.























Yes, the ocean and its great wonderful waves. Well, in 1997, I learned that they are totally sentient energies; that if you make mental contact with them, will play with you, beyond any possible chance that a coincidence is resulting; or that you merely are the owner of a very over active piece of wild imagination. Oh no, what I'll be telling about a lot of things, in the nineteen-nineties folks, WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING SOCKS RIGHT OFF, so get ready for a real powerful set of both shocks and aftershocks, from here to Quakertown Lichtenstein; huh Andy old buddy, from 1961 and 1962?????

Andy was a good pal of mine while attending the Richland Avenue School in Quakertown, Pennsylvania, along with other classmates and friends, such as Sky Cunesman, Jeffrey Rosenhower, Tommy Coddinato, Jackie Patteroff, Bobby Witherspoon, Ann Reese, and my two teachers were Misses Diets and Mrs Mulhall. Andy lived one farm away from me, between the Schatt Farm and the Longacre Farm. This mobile home was my first of two where I lived as a child. Lightning used to come to me all the time, and by the way, and this is mind bending, she came back the very next night, and did the same exact thing, many types of ultra colored lightning all over the sky, and lasting for hours, again, it was a back to back super favor, and Diana my BABY-BLOND, I don't forget things like this, and IWALU so, and precious I need your codes to show, I'm all alone, and dreaming of the phone and the numbers that we share. I was so scared that day in May, while your favorite game you'd play, as your 1-2-3 kept signaling me that you're there. I didn't see just how, or what I had. Instead, I got so mad. I took out the phone, and was cut off alone, and it made my baby sad. These lyrics are from my 1983 tune, '123 Lover'.






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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''.



NOW, make that BACK TO BACK NIGHTS, folks, WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!





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.







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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!























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.



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?



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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!!!!!!!

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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, 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!
Mark_from_njAt 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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Goyim in the AM
“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
King Daevid MacKenzie
…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
Listener Therese
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.
Steve PMX
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
K.
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.
bartelby
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
Chris Arter
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.
maledoro
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
Fairlight
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
Ghostlight
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
Ghostlight
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
Ghostlight
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
Tony NYC
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
Razzy McThaxton
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.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM


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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!!!!!!!!!



FOLKS, I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS, SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US, FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER THINK OF TO ASK ME, BUT NOT TODAY ON THIS BLOG. THIS IS WHY SARAH KRASSLE INVENTED NEXT DAYS, OR AS GAB MIGHT PUT IT, NEW DAYS, REAL COOL SHOW! BUT THEN ANYTHING THAT MARIAH CAREY IS INVOLVED WITH IS BEYOND GREAT. I KNOW!
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