***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
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Not
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honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through
hyperspace, with awareness.
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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.
Enemies,
who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is
unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any
possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad
and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’
and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring
to this enemy, but I say only, ''the ENEMY''.
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THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE. PLEASE
HAVE A VERY
NICE DAY.
CHAPTER
00177, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Tom
Reale who molested me as a fifteen year old boy, was a lot more than
some ordinary child liking sicko perv. The night he thought PEE
SENIOR got at me on the following year, by his outlandish wild
behavior when I exited that jitney bus that late night on Cornwall
Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, proves that if nothing else does.
First off, there is no record criminally whatsoever of this man, and
according to all the television and legal authorities, none of these
sicko pervs just pick one person and do this shit to them one time,
and they don't have the endless luck of the Irish, and never get
caught either, sooner or later, that old wheel spins around and wham,
you're fucking toast, you fagot. Only this never ever happened to
this sick mother fucker, but IS HE just a sick mother fucker, or was
a lot more going on in the scummer time of 1970? Well, did I really
just wake up from a strange dream 38 and a quarter years later, and
could some super loud whirlybird really just suddenly appear over the
house, as if by Harry Houdini Potter Merlin Huntington, at the split
second I said through the phone to lightning, that indeed I just
popped out of this wild ass interaction? Well, you all know what Yogi
Berra and I think!!!!! LIKE
W------O------W.
8:38
PM-EDST, 27 AUGUST, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART V
CHAPTER
CLXXVIII
Good
evening good people out here, and greetings from the Mountainpen. Wow
what a tangled and deceptive
web has become weaved, over an
almost 59 year life span.
Am
I the spider however, RD-ELV-84, and did 'Michael' really copy my
blog and you, in OHM-9? Who can ever breath-echo really know this, oh
great US Copyright Office of Wash-Doc?
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I
have accumulated lots of new shit that none of you have even
conceived of seeing yet, should in fact I decide to paste it all up
in time.
just
watch the photograph on my blog, as it changes with all of the
techrachaunical magic of all of Ireland and all of Steve Jobs and
Bill Gates all combined and commingled together.
I
have suffered through this mother fucking cat shit now since 1986, so
don't even think about trying to tell me it is not really happening.
My believers, I love you. The rest, hay, read, enjoy, scoff, doubt,
or Andrews Whatever, as I said; I know what I know. Screw anything
else at the speed of fucking light squared! I did not bother asking
my doctor for a note so I can move to the other building, they would
just find a way eventually to get at me there, and all the work would
be for nothing, and expense as well. I won't be falling into that
trap, but there is another way to skin the cat, and that is to follow
the advice of a long dead neighbor and electrician from Westmont, New
Jersey. Copying Nurse McDowell's 1963 advice first and not waiting to
fail at getting any second chances, I will strike but once. Possibly
my Resident Manager did this thing that I will not let anyone know
about by printing it and handing amo to this vicious enemy; but
whether she did or did not do a certain thing, there is someone who I
intend to bring into my fold, remembering the great Charles Ponti,
the great Mullica Township TV Blaster-Boob, and of course, John
McDowell. Hay, at least I'll be able to say at the end of the day, or
month, that I tried something. No one needs to know as if I tell it,
I'd be fucking cunt lapping screwing myself, and that should be
obvious to a fucking ass retard, but if not; I know that the military
forces of the world understand my strategy and battle tactics 100
fucking percent YO!!!!!
Now
remember, this chart will move during the hours of 9:30 AM and 4:00
PM, not in live action, but you can snap off and back onto the blog,
and every few minutes, the chart will update, ahhh these leevely ol
leprechauns, maitees. Technology can be wonderful me frensl,
speeshally ween its on your side of the fight,
laddies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
But
where are you when I god dam need you, lovely baby-blond? Oh yeah,
that's right, she is at the waterfalls with me, her RICKY, WOW!!!
This
blog is just to get the smallest bit into opening what the why's of
my being the seeming center of everything, when I am just a total
nobody, and am not disputing this for a single second. I don't have
the answers for of the dead guru's of the Himalayan Mountain Chain,
but I'll do my best, based on a few decades of my own personal
outlandish experiences in this present
ME-LIFE, as MARK WAYNE MOHR.
First,
I fucked up and wrote PM instead of AM, as most of you know, on the
previous blog, Chapter #00177,
and
it was right at the time I left for BonJovi Entertainment in Port
Saint Lucie, Florida back on Monday mid-afternoon, that the DJIA
chart took a straight line dive without looking back up.
If
one of you geniuses out here could tell ME, just why I am the center
of this universe, without merely echoing the same old lame lines of,
well, as you said, mountainpen, you're SSJKK's ''THAT-BOY'', whether
she is consciously aware of this or not. There still must be a lot
more to all of this shit, Doctor Disney Cruising Doogie Howser. Just
1do me the one little favor no matter what, and don't tell me I've
not made a believer out of you out here, still with me and reading
me, not after all that YOU NOW have begun to see and witness, at
least second hand, via reading the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. My scum bag
nabes are screaming out in the hall at 9:13 Post Meridian, I guess
these words have struck the phony-funny bone of some part of the
great and covert, black ops WOMO-MILITUFORCE Lambrigg Astral cult, in
their human waking world form as individual parts of this system,
through none other than the total ''PAWM''-PIE-ETTOS
controlled system. You all should remember; People,
Animals,
Weather,
& Machines,
like DUH!
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