MORIANITY PART SIX, CHAPTER 9

MORIANITY PART SIX

************CHAPTER NINE************

7:20 ante' meridian, 27 September, 2013, Friday morn, Mister Diamond, sir. Forget those dance nights Donna and Neil, YO.

Well folks, here we are in late September. How I long for the days of yesterday, my old Beatles pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch your throat, Richard VonMarcucci. Oh well, Russ, if you're out there in Cyber-Village, old friend, you told me to 'try and hack a job' at the Terminal Vending company, and now, I am just hacked; and the company went the way of glittering lights, and powerful awesome roof pushing lightning goddess daughter incarnators, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Well gash darn gee-men Gollleeey Sergeant Carter sir, of the United States Marine Corps. Shazaallm!

If I had the mother fucking stones, to say one one hundredth, of the shit I really want to open up on here folks; you would all be nuts as all shit by twelve noon today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MO would say it perfectly, so I'll copy her, ''I'll promise you that''.

My ability to click into the BLOGGER BOX was hacked a few days ago when you saw all those short-blogs to be read hopefully by the fibbies, while they laugh at me and my no-funny McNulty jokes from 1971-2013, and play some real good football simultaneously; and so now, I have to paste it in without hitting Control 'V'. Instead of hitting those two keys, I have to right click the mouse and keep dicking with shit until it lets me click at the paste in area, not easy when the mouse is all hacked out. The illegal pop up ad on both my blogs, did another thing to me the last time I tried to post. It made the mouse jump in and out of view and nearly impossible to use for clicking in labels or doing anything, as it became invisible. THESE CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS go forever unanswered, and this country mother fucking is worthless and it fucking sucks, and is filled with liars, and mother fucking hypocrites; who let my civil rights be endlessly, and viciously, and vitriolically, and relentlessly, and ferociously, be stomped on, and trampled to mother fucking dick chewing asshole death; at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!

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WHY WON'T YOU HELP POOR OLD FRAGILE PATHETIC LITTLE ME, GREAT ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, PAM BONDI?????????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

THE STORY OF OLD PAL JOHN CROWLEY FROM 1979, SHEEEEIT.

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THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS HAVE MANAGED TO GET INTO MY DOCUMENTS AND REMOVE THE FILES AND PHOTOS OF MY OLDER ENEMIES FROM THE DISCO FUCKING YEARS, SUCH AS THE GREAT AND ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY MAN HIMSELF, J.J. CROWLEY, OF VOORHEES, FUCKING NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, if someone thinks this is all funny, and publishes no-no phone numbers from my document files, Abby Carmichael, I'll be skating on boiling ice, huh girl!!!!!!!!!!!

JEWELLY WHITE, OH MIGHTY LOVELY VIQUEEN:

HOW DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on.

CHEMTRAIL ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.

It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:

So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.

My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.

Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4^th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as 'THEY' just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----W does this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.

The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.

No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.

There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Mons were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight, a MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V' here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER' song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.

My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I HAVE A QUESTION HERE, FOLKS:

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen.

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” (I edited out the hack date).

first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.

Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.

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Personal magnetics (luck) call it what you wish; is at a crossroads, and can go either way. When this happens, 90 plus percent of the time, it takes a downward turn, WEIN?

Mikey is having a lot of personal problems lately, money being among the greatest; again; same-old-same-old, what else is new (SOSO-WEIN)??????????????????????????????

There are a thousand things happening, and I am no way able to keep up with blogging them all, not in the most compressed two sentences devoted to each item, imaginable. So I'll stick with major fucking shit, good folks.

It began to drizzle and then pour rain twice this afternoon here in Fort Pierce, Florida; with short duration downpours followed by sky clearings for the most part, then a return to the first cycle again. As this entire weather system began to form and rhythm out, there was a sudden very close lightning flash, the only one of the storm, but it was right outside of my window. Ever since 1979 at 112 East Fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I noticed that many many many many times, there would be storms containing just one lightning flash, right outside my window, and that was it. This is nothing other than my beautiful blond Astral Plane teen goddess, Diana Arteemis, letting me know she is always there close to me, and carefully watching over me, as best as she is able to do. Mortals in charge of this planet are jealous of me and hate me because I am in so tight with this wonderful gorgeous goddess. It goes way deeper than where I originally thought things started on a human plane, in the mortal world year of 1983, in Atco, New Jersey. All you need to know for right now, is that all the things discussed on all my blogs, tie together, and although may appear to be incredibly out of time-order, they are in perfect cosmic order, done with a commingled intelligence that goes far beyond my single ability to pen the blogs of Mountainpen and Morianity. I was not aware of that when this project began in early 2006 on the internet, but I am super aware of this now. What I experienced on Long Island in 1972, mistakenly thinking it was three years later when I told the story first on these blogs, roughly five years ago around this time of the year; is all a part of why I am saying this to you all right now.

As for what I said on my previous blog, kind ladies and gentlemen; and whomever; regarding my health being continuously and relentlessly messed with by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, I plan to show you just how shit is being done, and was done right around the time this little storm was all going on, in-between the two pouring rains that were both quick and heavy. During the clearing, the clouds were white instead of dark various shades of gray and black, and suddenly out of a bunch of them, was a wide dispersing chemtrail, out to my north. I had awakened early this afternoon with no cough, no breathing disorders whatsoever, no chest heaviness or wheezing, and then I saw this outside of my window, and watched it over ten minutes slowly totally vanish into thin air. I waited to see if I would begin to get any symptoms of the past week or so, flaring up again today, but nothing, I felt totally perfect. Then twenty minutes or perhaps a little bit longer down the road, poof, I instantly started to cough and wheeze as I breathed, and also, began experiencing stomach and intestinal cramping, despite dropping a nice healthy turd when I first got up out of bed. I began to realize that this had come from my south and blew north to where it was, and it took a short time for this jet fuel poison to slowly drop down from the frozen air, to the area surrounding myself and my residence PHA building at 601 Avenue-B. The only real confirmation and proof would be if I would go up to my Weather-Bug-APP on my computer, and take a look at the wind direction arrow, and wind speed, and do the necessary calculations. Sure enough, this evil vile vicious mother fucking MILITUFORCE had illegally injured me, and made me very ill; AGAIN. The wind direction and wind speed totally verified that this jet fuel was dumped and dropped over me directly, and the time it fell, and I began breathing it in; was exactly when I went from feeling mother fucking totally fine and well, to feeling ALL FUCKED UP ALL OVER AGAIN. My great pal, the former PRINCE-ARTIST, knows that this is all real, and even knows that these fuels effect both physical as well as mental disorders, and I will now go on to tell you about it, then go up to the YOUTUBE yourselves, and begin clicking into videos such as PRINCE TALKS TO CNN ABOUT CHEMTRAILS

and many other great videos on the topic. He tells a great true story of how moods went suddenly sour all over his neighborhood, after a sudden burst of these jet fuels over the area. He believes me. Some do, some do not. I do not plan to chase people up and down stairways to try and force anyone to believe what I know beyond a fucking doubt is 100% true and real. Still, I will go on reporting the news, I won't create any of it, but I'll be god dam go to hell, if I don't keep right on mother fucking telling it. If they don't ever want to stop perpetrating this unspeakable misery on me as well as those around me when it so suits them to do this; fine; but just don't expect me to sit here and take this without a fucking cock sucking fight. If you really think you have heard anywhere near all of my tucked away juicy huge secrets, you are all in for an inconceivable rude awakening at light speed squared. Certain things happened in the very same year that my pal's old 1980 song was so famous for, fourteen years back; and then this all led to a lot of other unspeakable things, at least for right now. I am putting up with some fairly noisy fucking neighbors around me today and yesterday, lots of doors, sounds, and bullshit in general, but around here, that is merely fucking par for the course, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So back for now to the topic of my health being hit by this attack in the skies around here today, but also, another hit on me indirectly with this same barrage of bullshit from WOMO, only they attacked another person, as they are doing with neighbors as well; in order to make them all unusually mean spirited, and quite rowdy; when it is not deserved. If I was calling people mother fuckers, or throwing lots of smelly garbage out in the hallway at them; or being rude over the telephone; then that would be one thing; but when I know that stuff is going on, that has no other possible reason to be; other than what my great old pal, the former artist PRINCE discussed on that CNN VIDEO with him; I do not need the Lord to lead me to the cross, or the Callio Clan to help me to cross over Grant Avenue, on my way back from a great sporting event that was taking place 24 years in the future in Philadelphia on Boo Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, when I was on the telephone with Mikey, I knew he had been worked over by the same sky attack that had done its evil on me physically, only with him, he got more of the Prince-Neighborhood-Siege assault. Do any of you really need me to tell you why the great mother fucking MAJESTIC-12 is keeping lots of shit from the public? It's not TD Ameritrade, it's not rocket science, and it's not Macy Trucks or WOW TRUCKS, I promise you good folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!! They have joined the club folks, the ESS, and are having a blast fucking with those like me, and many others on their shit list, made up of those they call enemies of their cause, decent folks for the most part, haters of injustice, those who have the fucking guts to speak out, to keep fighting, to be against them, and general overall lovers of truth and integrity, sort of 'Anti-Avaloners', huh Tony Bonjovi? You see the world backwards up there in your ivory tower. You got because you did. Time runs both ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X-X-X-X-X-X-X HOW THE HECK ARE YOU LOUISE HENDERSHODT??????? IS THE WFMU LADY STILL LAUGHING AT ME?

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 9, continues!!!

A MOTHER FUCKING RETARD on slow pills, can see right through all of this, if that is of course, they ever really want to. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE has made me quite ill, with a super wheeze and cough from poison material attacks that need not be talked about in any detail. Now they had been hurting me for some time, as they normally do, more in summer months than in winter months; and when the heat problem kicked in on top of it, which was quite obviously all part of the pre-planned goal and motive of these sick vile satanic enemies from the other side of the gates of hell; this all compounded, and now I am feeling bad enough where I may soon go to the doctor ahead of schedule. Details of this need not be spoken of, as it is all as some know, all part of a sinister plot from beyond this world, to do me in, but also, to do other things so huge, that even em-twelve would never believe it all or understand it all, even though they all think they have got it so figured out, and in their little fucking circle; under their total control. This time period's powers are merely a part of the club, or the ESS, and hence the em-12 is just a small tiny dot in an ocean sized circle maze, controlled, organized, ruled and owned, by this ESS, again this stands for in MORIANITY, irrespective of what name they may give to themselves that is presently super classified of course, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But way more than stupid ass outer space is involved, and in fact; this is a small tid bit of this fucking royal ass total mess. They all knew what words I was writing, since they have me in a key-worm virus Trojan System, or my PC; 'whatever' Congy old pal; and just that tiny bit about the family taking care of family bizz in the prior blog, was quite obviously what caused all that super ass hacking when I went up to try and post, you need not be privy to all the hellish details other than you know of course, that it did eventually make it up to the public world, whatever that really is. The real big deal folks is that fucking god dam song from 30 fucking years ago called, ''Girl, I'll Tell You Anything'', along with all the shit with the Bonjovi peeps and the now defunct Avalon fucking Recording Studio, of Port Saint Lucie, Florida. I thought they had some integrity, and they proved to me, they are all simply just part of the Chuck Colson Nixon Hatchet Man Conspiracy of Doomed Sons of Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, AKA for a shorter abbreviated way of saying all of this, good folks; the CCNHMCDSGEMM SYNDROME.

Let us talk about this fucking ass syndrome just a tad little bit, OK folks??????????????????????????? None of you most likely realize that if you were to choose a random year and day or time in your own personal lives, and think long and hard about that particular item that may be standing out in your mind and memory system, that things both behind that time as well as ahead of that time, are why this precise thing AT THAT TIME, as Dawn-Marie King would put it so often and eloquently, ''IS WHAT IT IS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is sort of like, for those musicians and or audiophiles out there in Cyber-Village; AKA the Interconnected Networking system of personal and all other non-personal computers; talking about frequency harmonics of all sounds. No sound is one exact pitch of a semitone, rather its main existence is at that precise note at maximum attack strength, but above as well as below that note's octave, are slowly weakening decay points, sort of echo-away's if you will let me make up and coin this term and phrase folks; and in all truth and honesty, your life through the magical illusion of fixed time points that connect into your brain's memory system, work every bit as mysteriously as an isolated pitch of sound, or a note in the dozen semitone octave range. Many may be thinking, well I see plainly how this works in sound, but when you start saying that stuff that has not happened yet, is as influential; as stuff that led up to some particular thing, has equal importance and effect, that is saying an entirely different thing, and you would be totally incorrect, despite this appearing as quite the rational thought to indeed have in your mind. I know without a doubt, that all of the so-called things in my life that I could say outright, crissake, I could write a huge book just on this one thing; is only there because of all the things that both precede it, and also that follow after it. In truth, the scientists at top think tanks, can prove to you with major complex Quantum Mechanic equations, that my words are true, but you won't ever bother to go and ask the Ivy League Science Departments to verify these words, and I already know that, Lenny McKinnon. Now there are folks who have a wide ranging field of theories and ideas, most to all of these are all doubting my rational sanity in the mix of it all; and they would not be all that wrong; but we'll come back to this part. For now, forget the triangle of truth, that is undisputed among most top thinkers in present times, but is not publicly shared for so many obvious reasons; that the three points of this triangle are insanity, enlightenment, and genius. Discussing this triangle is a waste of time, as the vast majority really do not even begin to grasp what is all behind this wild statement, and that is just simple fact, and is not a cut on humankind, as these would be the lucky majority who go through life without ever having to bear this unfathomable cross and back monkey, or as the Marcucci Beatles put it so well on a late sixties album of theirs, ''to carry this weight for a long time''. Presently I am much more impressed with the late nineties artist who, as they obviously do from these lyrics, wish to see and meet our wonderful awesome LORDESS, AKA, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. But before I get off the beaten track here, let me continue on with the time of the Reagan Administration, the years that led me straight into a place I know as DOGTOWN, and you know as HELL. Yes, those dam twenty-five September days, do seem to connect; and I am doing this from memory. Oh well, an entire year without the CONTACT-DREAMS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

The 'tin-foil-hatters' from a year ago will be touched on now, and I wanted to let a year slide under the water-bridge, to let things sort of cool off; you know; like crooks hiding in a shack in the woods, after a gas station robbery; hoping the cops and the whole thing just blows over, and goes away; while they hide-out. Well, with me, I did nothing wrong; but still, that doesn't change the rules that I tell about here, not one little tiny mother fucking bit, kind peeps. A few things were told to me by this mysterious man who I saw on two or three occasions after the time we talked at the Beach-Park up on Hutchinson Island. Then, poof, he was gone forever, like a distant happy memory, fading away with time. But I have not forgotten about something that was said to me, and I knew better than to talk about it for at least a year. You can learn things from crazy-people, and sane ones too, but my real point is that nothing is a waste, no experience, no discussion, 'no nothing', Diana. I will not tell much, but I will open for right now with this small tid bit. There are people all around the place who really truly, by your every day ordinary way of perceiving things, do in fact belong here; and then there are quite a lot who simply put; DO NOT.

Let me tell you about a trillionth of a percent of the possible things I could tell the world, on the subject of those who DO NOT BELONG HERE. This is why all of the unexplained things from the beginning of humankind on this planet; from the building of the pyramids in Egypt, to the so-called flying ships from supposedly, ''out there somewhere''; are and have been, and yes; will continue to be happening as they have always been happening, that exact pitch thing again, and the octave range above and below it or ahead and behind it, or ''whatever Congressman''. I have blogged onto the internet and called this project, MORIANITY, for nearly eight freaking years now. From the very beginning, I slowly led my viewers/readers, into the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY REALITY thing, never being one tiny bit freaking shy about it from the go-bat, season, or post-season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not shy now either, just quite a bit Paula King WAYV careful, as you need to be around this wild entity, old pal Regis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hang in there Huntington family, you dahlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! James Rockford knows what I am about to say here better than anyone, I'm quite positive. ''We can always get back to this''.

I have opened some Lakehouse door hinges, without any lovely purple-pink-white lightning flashes, or wild visitations from THAT-FAMILY from Russ Walkerville, © Office. Later, Mister Rockfish Deon Warwick, without getting all mysterious and psychic, I will take the doors completely off by the hinges, and hand them to the great Scylla, who as I speak-type, is trying to hack me here, 2008, not all over again, as folks, and spoken by the great white soul-man himself, Billy Harner; this never left, or really, to be accurate without directly quoting him, this never stopped. Also, that pitch deal again, we all know now, IT REALLY NEVER STARTED. Lots of people say to me, when will I just come out on a blog and line by line year by year, tell our history, and let the chips fall where they may. Well, you don't know the great Sarah LORDESS, or how SHE RULES, you only heard a silly publicity stunt from atop the namenumber story of the building, a message meant only for me, and received only by me, proving as it should if anyone ever wishes to wake up and smell the rose-coffee, that she is indeed, who I say she is, and this is no balloon hoax. Still, I don't dare sit down and write what some of you want me to write. My 23^rd granny got her head chopped off, and I was not planning to follow the family tradition, and yes, there is way more that could be said about this shit as well, good lovely folks. Now without going further on this blog, with any of this stuff, I'll shift over a gear or two and without any loud sickie cycles or house shaking choppers above me on the fifth of October of half a dam ass decade ago at the Merv Griffin Trumped Marvelous Marhouse of 65-A Middle Road, in BluCran Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, and tell you some other stuff that pertains to this September, after which, maybe you can let me sleep for five and a half days and wake me up on the first, and enjoy the cool song also, since you all hate my music so much, and that is your privilege, BUT, my music is what this is all about, and even the mighty GAGA just told me before I started this blog, that indeed, lots of my shit is all about my music. David Charles Roth knew all this back in late 1985, and into the rest of the decade, right into the day on the fifth of freaking ass December when we drove for the first time, into Camden, New Jersey, to see the ADA Ron Wirtz and Donna Spinosi, at the Prosecutor's Office.

I asked KITTY GAGA two questions, my magical huge black cat from the Astral-Plane, and this does deserve a MACY-WOW, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did I suffer this gargantuan computer hack attack on 24 September, 2013, producing BOTBAR TIMES 5 today?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-341.

THESE FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-341:

(FLORIDA STATE) ('LOST LOVE' SONG) SEVERAL OTHERS ARE ON MY 'DO NOT PRINT, PRIVATE LIST' FOLKS, SORRY.

Why did I have those two power-house ''DREAMS'' as mortals think of this as, back in 1980; shortly after moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey?

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 121.

THESE FOLLOWING MATCH-LIST-ITEMS are for PCN-121:

(FLORIDA STATE LOTTERY) (APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN) (ROYAL FLUSH) (EMPIRE STATE BUILDING) ('GLOOMY SUNDAY' SONG) (DANCE MUSIC) (CHERRY HILL)

My luck test scores for the day of BOTBAR TIMES 5 were as follows: (-1) (-2) (-3). My luck test averaged scores for the previous three days: (-9) (-5) (+2). Despite a Botbar times 5, good folks, my average was +2 units better than the prior three day average of minus four, only being minus two. I do not always concern myself with actual scores, but rather when things are bottoming out and switching direction, verses being good or bad and let the change of direction be ignored or minimized. Experience has taught me to do the former and not the latter.

Well, in rapping up the bullshit for today, many super wild things are happening. The tin foil hatter and some of his pals, whether they be from here or where they all disappear into when properly medicated; all seem to agree on something real powerful that I'll only dare to super compress and give a few sentences of attention to for right now, peeps. First, just when you think no one is indeed following your story or believes in your truths, you might be quite surprised to learn some real powerful stuff, but this is not the time. Also, there were reasons why Haddon Township High School did what they did to me, as well as others in the EXPLORATRONIC EDUCATIONAL CONTROL SYSTEM, and all of it needed to happen, otherwise, bad as shit is for me, things would be even worse. In closing this, try reading in-between the lines, good peeps. There really are some folks afraid to die out there without making restitution and coming clean. One tried to so it seems, and was murdered on the road trip down to Florida here to speak with me. Many others want to help me, but are scared of reprisal, and will swear to this in court, just not for about two years; why this amount of time, holy hell only knows, I am not creating this news, merely reporting it, from here to Toowhite Green-haven, Connecticut, Sir McCoy.

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This fucking compensates for fucking page eleven of mother fucking eleven, and all in-law slapping monsters and lovers of baseball. Still, once I prove another little biggie in court about using macro-vision-copy-guard illegally against public cable television viewers who pay royalties to the entertainment world in the price of all taping machines and all tapes, and were cheated out of being able to use their system on a large group of channels and areas over years of time, I intend to bring a class action suit against the entire ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BY EARLY IN 2014.

DOCTOR JACK THINKS A LOT OF MONEY IS IN THIS ONE PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN, SO DO NOT DO A HANIBAL LECHTER ON HIM PLEASE, THANKS OLD ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART SIX, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY.

HA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MCNULTY, YO!

YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 9. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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MORIANITY IS DOING ITS VERY FUCKING BEST, with all of this right here, you know, doing THE ADULT VERSION of the BOOK OF BEACH, right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not perfect Bruce Allen Pennock, I'm only human, old buddy. I'll never tell you. You're a big dude without a real head swell, YO!!!!!

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[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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MORIANITY PART 6

8:07 ANTE' MERIDIAN, 27 SEPTEMBER, 2013

I'll freaking super nut-shell it for you all, good folks out here, YO. I went down to talk to Debbie yesterday morning, and an extremely wild thing happened that I feel at the present time, a lot better and safer, to not talk about at all, just know please; talk about quintessential weird days or experiences, and leave things right there. I will only say that around the time that I returned upstairs to my apartment, add maybe a half hour, and a knock on the door came, and the repairman delivered and installed a brand new beauty queen of a unit. There is way more to this story, and I need to keep my whittle Herman Munster mouth, S---H---U---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

_{All that you need to know right now is that I was planning on being out of this area by midnight, 7+ hours ago, and what happened, altered my decision. Also, this illegal computer hack is getting worse and worse when I try to get up to either of my two blogging sites of BLOGGER or WORDPRESS. An official letter is going to be off in the mail later today when I drive over to see my pal Mikey, as planned, and more powerful strange stuff is involved with this too my friends and fiends out here, Icabod McNulty HAHAWHO? I have come to learn some powerful stuff so off the wall and so far out, it makes all of 2007-2010 seem like I was in a child playpen with five sleepy babies, and bored to tears, squared. Yes this letter is to the FBI and to the FCC, about this hacking, and since they do not want to answer my e-mail, I will write directly and get a return receipt that they did in fact receive my ''2-letters'', WOW, does it really get more 'wowier' than this if you were watching the TWILIGHT ZONE?????????????????????? If you keep reading, you will see the media hype of flooding in my area. We have had a little rain, that is all. How all of you out here buy into the EW and its crap, totally astounds little old me, good folks. I was told by the great SSJKK to apologize publicly for saying that stuff about no-god, before she saved me, literally, yesterday. This was no trip in the creek, Baptist Bruce from 1966, ouch, my arm, YO!!!!! Relax Keisha, that other ouch and Bobby's other left; Steve Prefontaine. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}

Folks, a child can also see quite easily, that a lot of other stuff is happening, and has been, for 30-50 years, all around me, that the entire fucking CATHOLIC CHURCH CANNOT EXPLAIN. Now some in the secret-government think they know things. Well, they do in fact know some things. But it is quite comparable to a child learning how to read and write, and a little more in the first grade; maybe even learning the basic arithmetic tables, and a few basic facts about the world around him or her. But as they know a little more, they come to find out that there is so very much more yet to learn, and eventually will accept that they never will know it all. At best, they may come to the false conclusion that they do so, you know, become a 'know-it-all'. One thing I have come to realize is that I have placed a little too much significance on middle 1986, as so far as my personal problems and woes. I need to back that up for the three years that all precede this one, and then, it becomes very obvious, just why 1986 all had to unfold and happen as it did. Exploratronics still is the explanation behind all things, and just because I am no great professor, and cannot make things real clear to all of you, does not make this an invalid truth by any means. The sixties and seventies were powerful times, and this has not been so much as surface scratched, but still and all, the years of 1980-1988 were in all reality, my most unfathomable and twisted outlandish period of time, and interestingly fucking enough peeps, this is the Ronald Reagan years. Now do I believe that this nation is run by the known-visible government? Sure I do, about as much as I believe I've got millions in the fucking bank. 550-550-550-550, yeah, I escaped DM King, but so what? December of 2009 only lasted for 31 days, and even after the death of the great Dawnie Terra TPB on 01-01-11; a beyond powerful numerical day for her death to fall on if I must say this myself folks; this is by no means the end of the relentless persecution of me by this family from the majestic stars. Well, if you're out there, Mister Beach Vanisher of 1974, they're starting to learn a little bit, table scraps perhaps, but it is some of what you had taught me on that wild summer day while I was rooming at Selena Dada's house, on Stenton Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Just exactly why did you have my automobile destroyed on my way down to your fucked up first hotel in mid-town AC, CUZZ?????????????? I know you and that pal of McGuire's are pretty tight, and did you ever think that he has motives for telling some real nasty ass shit about me? Does your mind reach that much around the curve, or as Miss AT&T Blake would say so well back in 1983, ''or naut''? Elv, if you're still here; I want you to know that you are a lot better off without that miserable witch, Callio. As for other musical groups, MJ fell 7 brothers short of the cosmic story, but then maybe there are some wild family on-goings that make the known amount of sisters, appear somewhat fractional. In any event, and all joking aside, David Sleepdeath; the real true fact is that no one likes crackpots, and anyone who is not liked becomes a 'crack-pot' by the movers and shakers, AKA the WOMO. We're the ones that know stuff about the magic bullets, the magic families, and a lot more, but slowly as the clock ticks onwards, stuff is coming out. Of course this will do no good. There is no god the way religious folks believe, there is no good force that is going to triumph over so-called evil, and there certainly is no way the little people will ever regain power over themselves and their once free world, ever again. Those in power sold us out long ago and know better than to make any prior mistakes over again. History used to repeat itself, but I have watched very carefully over the past 25 years, a brand new reality take this world over, bigger than any so-called fucking ass saucer invasion. This makes that look like kids stuff, whether you all choose to listen to me or not. But this is taking me further off my point and onto an unnecessary tangent, so let me get back onto the path again. Right now, more than any other wealthy powerful person alive, I know the one prick who has made it his business to do me in year in and year out, since 1984. This is because he knows who I truly am, who he truly is, and who (and we all know the unwritten line that cannot be safely spoken), SHE knows who she is, well, sort of. He has done all that he can, to bring our paths to cross over and over, for 30 years; and his agenda is simple. He plans to tell her that if she blesses him with total power to rule this world as he wishes so badly to do, that he will openly admit to what he has done to me, and even how my tape recorder, actually brought him into this reality, not the physical shell, remember peeps, think exploratronically, and not old world. Yes, jit bag, I know you and McGuire built those hyper cirkpumps, that have stopped my hurricanes dead for the past many years now. Bully for you. But remember how once you serve McGuire's purpose, you are not only expendable, but he enjoys getting rid of any witnesses to this great family and its secrets; so as his other pal SHSH, who iced OZ-wald; you can always be next. Still, long before he would remove you to the land on the other side of the tape recorder, CUZZ; I can always release powerful stuff to the media, about how convinced you were that I had gone back into time, and brought my kid to your Plaza Hotel back in OH-MAROLA-9. No one wants crack-pots for president. They'll put up with a crook, but not a crack pot; and I should know. This is what happened to me back as the nineteen-eighties began unfolding to unleash their 'magic'. Yes I sort of fucked up in my explanation of my educator back in the springtime of 1969. What I meant to say and tell all of you, is that she was pronouncing years the way we all did from 2000-2010, you know, like, two thousand three, or two thousand seven, yet back in the fucking sixties, syfy writers always pronounced the post years of 2000 as twenty-oh-three or twenty-oh seven. She seemed to just know, like you knew other wild shit, right Beatles Cutshave Marcucci? Oh well, I guess I can always COUNT on him to be blunt and straight up, where as Marola, well; she would be classified in my books, as much more clever and stealthy. In any event, I do not plan on bringing the Christmas Angel up to January 1, 2013, either; Mister Cousin sir, but yes; if you are out here by way of some miracle, Jerry Heitzmann, old bud; the great Sarah Krassle is always among us, in one way, or another; with or without any of those terrific Swiffer mops, peeps.

WOW, we are back, and are in regular time again, Copyright Office, Jeese Louise, SURFER FONTY, let's try and avoid the mighty and lovely Shannon Kickacar at the Genlow North Shore Inlet!!!!!!!

Now it is time to discuss the topic of quantum Mechanics, in so far as one particular item in this discipline, relates to my life in this HELL. For those who just need a small memory refresher, I had a guru named Meagan come over and help get my blog going again at BLOGGER, towards the end of the year 2011 after some wild hack closed down my original five blogs there, with some worm that said my password and other ID did not match up; and I was closed off from ever blogging from the original blogs there ever again. Now to this day, this is why I have come to show you that area on the old original BIO section that anyone can go up to and paste into a word document page, and I make the parts colorized, and enlarged, that say; ''MY BLOGS'', as this is the only way my readers of this blog, can ever gain access to them, not that many if any, ever bother. This was a death blow to my empire, and a real scoring power play for the EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE. Still, I am back on with a new blog, thanks to that girl guru, the daughter of a coworker at Harvest. But as to the subject of Quantum Mechanics and how observation effects many things that lie in a pathway in-between point-A's and point-B's, or in algebraic terms, coordinates, the A point being the abscissa and the B point being the ordinate; shortly into doing this second blog, unlike the first blog, that would only show a BIO section if a viewer clicked on it, and then showed 'profile hits', not page hits, just those who clicked to read the profile and see the photo of the blogger; this new blog shortly after it got going, began to display on the dashboard before I would be able to so much as paste in my blog and post it up, a viewing count of total page hits on the blog. I began watching it grow slowly over time, and after six months, it began doubling and doubling once again, as far as total page hits per week. It eventually topped out at 4000 page hits every 30 days, and this went on after that at this level, for quite a while, if forced to guess, I would say half a year, very close to six months, and then I had a decline, then a rebound, then another decline, and still, am in this second decline. Now for all I know, this count may be slower than when it had less views, such as the way Google does view counts on their other owned site of Youtube. It can also be a legitimate decline, and then as a third possibility, it could be anything in that large gray area we all share in life and call the 'unknown'. But one thing I do know, is that I began to blog a bit differently, and tried seeing if my blogs if altered in this way or that way, here and there, would bring me maximum viewing audiences, and which blogs would drop these views, and then begin to if in no other way than subconsciously, adjust my writing style to produce what I believed I had tweaked in my mind to receive a maximum viewing audience. But doing this, defeats a lot of what needs to be done in these blogs; as these are not blogs, this is MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3, AND THIS IS DEAD SERIOUS SHIT; and I cannot be concerned whether I am getting one view a day, or 200. I must concern myself with doing what is right for MORIANITY, not for YOUALLANITY. This is not YOUALLANITY, this is fucking MORIANITY, and I don't say this to be a 'wise ass', as the great Dawn-Marie King might accuse me of, if here; but I say this because it is simple truth. So what I'm going to do when I go up to post or view something, is cover the entire area of the left part of the screen where this view count would otherwise show. By ignoring it and doing what I need to do, it will be interesting to see in the future, if I ever get my views back into the so-far to date range maximum of around 130 views-per-day (VPD). And you know what, folks, if not, then so freaking be it. I am not here to win a popularity contest. I will listen to anyone who wants to comment about anything, if not stupid; but this project is what is needed here, not me getting popular, or dying; or any other gray area laying in-between. By stupid, I mean things like Ed Himacane put up just to screw with me back in oh-seven about never seeing so many misspelled words on a blog. Hay buttwipe, how about the message; this is not a college or a school. I'm trying to tell you all sumpen' YO. Still, it is the readers who count, and they RULE. They have for the most part shown me, that they don't want an 'interactive relationship' with me or my blog, so fine; that is entirely their right, and their own bees wax; and I hold no ill will at all for their right to feel that way. That is not part of the 'stupid-ness' I refer to, as I never- knock a person's right to an opinion, even mine; to say that worrying about spelling on a blog, telling this much powerful stuff; is STUPID, ED, and besides; it is not me fucking shit up; it is these stupid mother fucking computers that cause all these HACKS, like 'on an don an don' stuff, or 'wordsnotspacing' even though you hit the SPACE BAR, or not Capitalizing no matter how you know you are hitting the fucking CAPS KEY DOWN; so don't blame me folks, PLEASE, for all the fucking hacks. If I get the time, I try and proofread, but I'll admit, I do not always do this, as I know that I'll be re-posting a corrected version later. My scum bag nabes just now slammed their door across from me at 5 minutes shy of one AM, and also, I am getting a diarrhea attack; so let me go donate a pound of chocolate fucking pudding, to the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and I'll be back soon, Arnie Muscleboy Exgov.

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YOU BETTER BET YOUR ASSHOLE I DO, WARD CLEAVER!

So folks, we have pretty much covered the opening now, of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, SHORTENED TO THE 'ESS'. The ESS are categorized as the SERWA-GROUPS, standing for the SCIENTIST TYPE-3-E, EDUCATOR TYPE-3-E, RECORDER TYPE-3-E, WITNESS TYPE-3-E, and the ADJUSTER TYPE-3-E. Before we continue now with a tad bit more about the mighty BLUEBOOK NONCAR SECRETS (BNS) for a shortened abbreviation; not to be confused with NASCAR of course, good folks; let me show you HOW THIS EVIL EMPIRE IS REALLY GETTING ITS WAY, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU THAT IT WOULD, ALL DAM ALONG!!!

First off, Exploratrons can always without so much as breaking even a tiny sweat, gain access covertly and invisibly to any and all of our residences. Show me a small knat that will set off any motion detector or alarm system. It would shock me if Mister Snowden were to ever inform me that the 495 peeps even have a system that great, hay, maybe the fucking shit they do, who's to fucking ever know? But I will tell you that the T-3-E-CLASS-5 or the Adjustatrons, are what you also may think of as ADVANCED ROBOTIC MICRO-ANDROID DESTRUCTATRONS, way smaller than any tiny little knat, and when something needs to be done invisibly that causes harm, this is where these mother fucking hyperspace enemies from the WOMO-MILITUFORCE all come into fucking ass play, dogs, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These fucking rotten destructatrons broke my air conditioner in a wild way, that no one seems to be able yet to get to the bottom of; and if I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE AS A RESULT, MY BLOGS WILL ACCUSE LEGALLY, VIA THIS LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION; ALL OF MY FUCKING EVIL MULTIVERSAL ENEMIES, FROM THE LAMBRIGG CULT, OF THE ASTRAL-REALMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These destructatrons can self adjust, and can join with many replications of themselves, using powerful subatomic yet unknown energies, that are similar to the way many forces move in and out of individual parts of hyperspace, such as the very quick moving gravitation forces, that move throughout the fifth dimension at speeds that make each universe only contain the necessary amounts, so that sentient life gets around to existing, through ultra complex cycles of nuclear to biological ratio cycles, that can only exist at about 2.7 degrees of kelvin temperature; and this can only come to be when gravitation inter-flows at perfect cycling subatomic formations. BANG BOOM, I WILL CALL FUCKING 911 IF THIS SHIT KEEPS UP, AS IT IS AFTER 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING, YOU DUOSH WAD SCUM BAG DOOR SLMAMMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In like manner, a connective force can make these microscopic perfectly designed subatomic machines grow into what we perceive now as biological germs and viruses that invade bodies and kill and sicken all of us. None of this should happen, and it is being caused by Destructatron-Adjustor TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. All this shit is somewhere in the great BLUEBOOK, all nicely neatly tucked and locked away. You don't dare share this shit with the world. It is bad enough when a sike case who is certified, does all this on the internet; but if it came from the White House OFFICIALLY LATER TODAY; then the world would turn into total fucking chaos in minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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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