MORIANITY
PART 5
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SEPTEMBER, 2013, 10:55 PM-EDST, ON FRIDAY NIGHT:
First
off, I will be telling some stuff that is pretty out-there, even for
the 'Mountainpen'. If this is not a time where you're in the mood for
this; even though it will be a clean blog, with no dirty cussing, or
fowl suggestive filth of any kind; it may indeed be the time to click
that ''NEXT-BLOG'' button at the top of my blog, and come back here
when you have a stronger constitution and stomach. Call this first
paragraph, your official Caveat Emptor, ladies and gentlemen; as now
you cannot say you were not warned. I was originally planning to do
this not as a blog, but as one of my UNBLOGGABLE-DOCUMENT
pages. I have a few, and it means just exactly what any of you out
there with some operational gray matter upstairs, thinks it means;
and most definitely no less. I do promise to keep it civil!!!
MORIANITY,
PART
FIVE,
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PLEASE BELIEVERS
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
SHARKEY
SAYS, THAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE,
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Now
I see why I was awakened with major stomach cramping from the WOMO,
between 10 and 11 this morning.
Now
if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cunt an paste from
blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document
system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small
colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you
need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to
bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will
change. 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%),
3---(-10%), 4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow
these (+), (-), and number settings. If you make the photo wider, I
will appear to be fatter, and if you make the photo longer and more
rectangular, I will appear to be thinner, than my true appearance. It
is set for exactly the way it should have come out originally, but
because as usual, I did not get my money's worth, it did not. This is
why we all look much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude
me, they do not properly compensate the video reproduction of their
transmissions. Of course, how many of you are as tired as me of the
cable and maybe all network broadcasting, where the video and the
audio for ten or more years are about 2 seconds out of proper
synchronization. I sometimes force myself not to look at the mouths
of those speaking, but try it, you will see, I don't imagine stuff,
nor make stuff up. I really don't have the time.
http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
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Eventually,
I will find a way to get these images properly into my documents of
my computer, so that it is not just a cut and paste job. Then maybe I
can send the photo-bucket peeps, a new photo of this, that will post
up instead of this horrible non-likeness. So to see me properly;
adjust to those settings, thank you. The wide to long angle is
perfect so if you change it, please, unless you want me to look extra
fat or extra thin, as did the copy place who took my money, back
about a year after I started blogging, and Ed Lynch and a lady who
also was a patron at the Public Library of Hammonton, New Jersey,
helped get my CD-PHOTO transferred onto the photo-bucket and then
onto my blogger dot com web-page.
FOLKS,
I WILL TELL YOU A LOT MORE ABOUT THE EDUCATOR
FACTION OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND,
AND JUST WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING WITH THINGS LIKE GODS, ALIENS,
SAUCERS, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, AND ALL OF US; FROM PYRAMIDS TO ANY
MIRACLE OR UNEXPLAINED THING THAT ANY OUT HERE CAN POSSIBLY EVER
THINK OF TO ASK ME, but first, I will say what needs to be said for
the blogs of this time, then we will move back into this powerful
topic, I will not forget!
The
'WOMO'
hacked my air conditioner late this afternoon, and it finally works
at 10 PM.
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I
am bruising and cruising, and riding the tide of misery, Mister
Plato; my old friend from so dam long ago. How lucky these normal
folks are, not to remember so much, or said better perhaps, being
able to come into this videogame with top end programming. Even
jacking into this super cool virtual reality, relative to some
greater so-called more real-reality beyond our lives here; the best
programs allow one to jack in and enter this side of the screen,
wormhole, or whatever it 'really'' is, with a completely erased prior
memory of anything. It heightens the excitement of this videogame
tremendously, and my cheaper program may have worked for most of my
youth, but early into my jacked-in adult-hood, it began to break down
on me, and hence, I began to remember the other side of the
screen,more and more and more and more and more. GET IT yet anybody,
integrated southern schools of the latecomers club all
notwithstanding. W-O-W!
Well
great peeps, let's get down to CASES
now, as promised.
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SPEAKING
OF ''CASES'' GOOD FOLKS, IS
THIS REALLY ONE OF MARK WAYNE MOHR'S LIFE JOURNAL CODED POEMS, AGENT
STEVE CARUSO, OF THE GREAT AND WONDERFUL
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION?
HAY, I KNOW THAT NONE OF THIS JUNK WAS ANY OF YOUR FAULTS. YOU'RE ALL
A GREAT TEAM. KEEP IT GOING, HOT AND STRONG BRO! MY DAD ENJOYED
DIVING FOR YOU, THANKX 4 THE PHOTOGRAPHS THAT YOU GAVE TO MY MOM BACK
IN THE NINETEEN-SIXTIES. I DO NOT HAVE THEM ANYMORE, BUT THEY ARE UP
IN MY MEMORY. LONG LIVE HERBERT H!!!!!!!!
What
I now will tell all of you, may get me most likely sent off to Buzz
Island, or perhaps even killed by TAWF. But as I said on that song
opening intro quite some time ago, ''HERE WE
GO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
we now approach three minutes shy of 12 midnight here in the
Southeast Coast of the United States; we will really get down to
those promised cases, and right now, folks.
Some
of you know about Haddon Township High School and the Guidance
Counselor, the goddess only knows how he spelled that wild Italian
name of his, Mister Jaqamini, if spelled as pronounced, and how her
recommended my attending the special-education school a mile and a
half or so away, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, whose teachers that were
my five main ones, while there until the end of January in 1973, when
I reached the age of eighteen years and two months; were, and in
order first to final; Mrs. Marola in February of 1`969 through late
June of that year, and then in chronological order, Mister Richard
Marcucci, Mister David Leigh Smith, Misses Mildred B. Young, and
Mister Daniel Mackey. If I were to take just these five nice folks
and put them into a magical ball of a sort, as if turning them into
one entity, this entity would make the Wizard Merlin and about 90% of
the ancient wisdom's of the Chinese Culture of antiquity, appear
somewhat tame in a comparison, I promise you that, WOMO and
MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, let us just
open here with Mrs. Marola and Mister Marcucci, those who were my
legal educators between 9-3 five days weekly for the basic 180 school
day calendar years in 1969-1971, only things are never as simple,
with me, as 1-2-3, huh Diana my endless love????????????????
Now
before we go back to this topic, and just to drive Terry Egghead of
Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, as nutty as all dam get out, squared; I
will sidetrack off this point and onto a tangent. Things connect up,
but only I know how and why, and only I need to, at least for right
now, without renaming dawn king, all over again, on or off of any
Easter Sunday's of abduction cases and or alien invasions, or any
other wonderful fantasies enjoyed by all the Ufologist peeps and
those on similar treks and
pathways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I will now tell
you has to do with yesterday, or when I started this blog, it would
have been today, but today turned into tomorrow while I was doing it,
because time passes, or as gorgeous Paula Patton might put it, ''
Time's a wasting''. Well lovely Paula, we'll get it all back, so
don't worry too much about it, and just ask the great Gary Stone,
should you not wish to take my word for it. I am quite sure that the
mighty land owner, BIG-O will confirm sending my mom that lovely post
card in 1988 to our Moorestown address. How I just love that
wonderful adorable terrific entertainment industry and the media in
general, all the same thing, spewing their lies about viral videos
and so many other things. There is no such thing as a viral video.
All posts go to a start-page. There is no way anyone anywhere except
for those who post it up, even know it is going up there. There are
folks inside journalism scanning this start-page for those videos
they choose and decide to promote. These will 'go viral' now. They're
not going anything, they're being, and this is not a pun, MC, I
promise, ''PUSHED''! If you have 1000 friends and they are all young
and all are popular people, and have many friends, and you tell them
about a post you put up, and send their cellphones the link, now
maybe you will get between 3-30 thousand hits, who knows. Then if the
media catches it an d likes it for whatever reason, really likes it,
they PUSH IT, they promote it, so it goes viral. Why wouldn't it.
They broadcast it over their national television networks for one
thing and many other things, and from there, sure, then it takes off.
You can choose to pay-promote, by Googling sites that will pop up
from typing on a Google search, two words, ''Youtube Views''. You can
then pay networking sites to ''deliver'' to your account, on any
video you paste the link to them on, anything from bulk amounts of
comments, views, likes, or all of the above. If you have a hundred
grand to promote yourself, you can become an internet star, in your
fantasies. Unless the media gets behind you and likes both your
stuff, and you personally, FORGET IT. You can pay to have a million
views, and you will still be a silent internet celeb,m and that is
all. I have had promoters in the nineties, paid to have my music
played all over the world. But
if you are NOT LIKED BY THE OWNERS OF THIS WORLD,
you will go nowhere, not ever, not really. YOU WILL BE WASTING
YOUR EFFORT AND TIME,
AND I TRIED TO MAKE PAUL PEDERSDEN, MY PARTNER IN THAT STUPID 'SPR'
RECORD LABEL, WE STARTED IN 1998,
BELIEVE THIS; AND HE SCOFFED, AND LAUGHTED, AT ALL THE STUFF I TOLD
HIM. I was in this bizz folks when my daughter was in elementary
school. I know a lot of stuff and all of the major secrets, don't
treat me like a crack pot, emmereffers, you might lie to be real
sorry for that mistake, you too, you scumbag lying trash down to my
south, pricks. Karmic wheels jerk offs, your cuzz did you, you did
me, but time runs both ways, your cuzz did you after you did me
wrong, in antimatter black-space universes. Never forget that I know
about two things a lot more than most out there breathing, music and
physics, these are my subjects, whether you all want to believe me,
or you may laugh at me, and all that, will alter reality, by about
zero percent, BRO. That is GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
we could talk for days and nights straight here, and not cover how
music has been such a major problem and headache in my personal life
ever since about 1975, with a real duosh bag named Lou Sause, and it
only got worse and worse and worse and worse, and I know why, and it
is beyond what 100 super brains out here can fathom, so I won't even
begin to bust open a can of worms like this, or kick a giant hornets
nest by the name of CALLIO, to quote Mister Truce-20-Grand Dave Roth.
All I am going to say, is that I know certain things for a fact,
unlike others, not from books or schools or even other people, but
from life experiences that other folks never seemed to travel roads
even close to those that I ave driven on for a very long freaking
time, BRAH. My two first teachers did two powerful things, all
previously discussed, and this government knows the details, as if
nobody else does, I know they read my blogs, a child can know that
small amount of crap without straining any gray matter. Now take
today for an example. They screwed with the intermittent problem I
have had for a year or more now with my air conditioning unit, and
they gave me major morning stomach cramping to pump up the Dow Jones
when things looked technically real bad on their charts, and would
have gone much farther south and downward if not for these
persecutions of me, as always. A moron who is going through my life
situation and surviving it (A CANONIZING MIRACLE GONE UNKNOWN), could
not help but begin to see unmistakable life patterns that simply put,
Detective Ed Green Maria, ''You can't even argue it, it's science''.
Stuff that is happening each minute, each day, each year, it all
makes perfect sense and fits a pattern precisely, more so than any
Swiss watch that ever ticked on this messed up little planet, folks.
But it is not always mortally simple to see through things, until a
lot of water runs underneath the bridges around us. Much later, if we
want to see these truths, they begin to reveal themselves to us all,
more and more; with new current events, that take place all around
us. This is so major, what I am saying; if the powers of this world,
really thought that any real caring sufficient number of viewing
audience, was reading, AND ''GETTING'' these words of wisdom and
truth; I WOULD BE ON
BUZZ ISLAND BY SUNRISE,
and THAT is a total promise, great Star-Trek ROCKDROID, of the
Shitsapookna universes, BRRRRRR! A dozen little simple truths that I
know, and none of you do, and I mean none of you, except those
tapping my phone and bugging my entire life for 60 years. What I know
is more deadly and emmereffing dangerous if just a few persons with
real clout ever joined me as a team effort to fight this
EXPLORATRONIC MESS, all the previous wars and battles ever fought on
this world of woe all combined, would compare to a couple of Tom Cats
fighting over a heated-female in the local bushes. I know I sound
like a horn tooter, but I'll tell you this much folks. The entire
freaking Whiter House knows that there is something to my words, and
if they did not, they would not be a part or a party to all of this
unfathomable criminal behavior against me for most of my life, if not
really, since the dam day that my mom dropped me on the streets of
Philly, on my head; while carrying me across the street, and over to
a local doctor's office, for a routine check up. I dared to say
somwething bout the medical world, and then when it was time to see
my doctror, all hell broke loose. Thern I said something here and
there, and unless my followers are as dense as a jungle in the
Amazon, you all see how stuff keeps right on happening, and if you
really can give me the credit to be able to pull all of this wild
story off ahead of time, or make it all up in the first place; WOW;
that is a compliment that I need to learn to accept; because you are
basically, whether you like it or not, if you're saying or thinking
this about me or to me; then you are telling me that I am better, and
more talented than all of the professional fiction writers in
Hollywood, all combined emmereffing together, and SQUARED, BRO! If
indeed this is what any of you keep insisting upon, well, Morianity
is failing, yes; but still, THANK YOU! This is one hell of a
compliment Mister Star Trek Copycat Data, YO!
Now
forget that anti-pollution commercial in the late sixties, forget
about Misses Marola and the insistence on her part in May of 1969 for
me to do that school play on Memorial Day, and forget that hallway
talk with myself and Count Von Marcucci Shavecutter Thaxton Mindblow,
about how I could be a father, ''chronologically''. Forget all that.
As if we can, but just do it for now. Let's keep all that crap in
reserve as a paperweight that adds the necessary ballast to the
submarine later after I continue onward with some really wild newer
and never told stuff. Forget Ciprionni and the Zane hypnosis, all the
time trips, all the robberies, all of it, forget the Callio branch of
these unfathomable star people, AKA the mighty KENNEDY'S, and all
their in-law branches that no one knows jack about except for 'Hair'
and myself, and relax Donna up in the future, not you!!!!!!!!!!!
Morianity has indeed preached for nearly eight freaking years now
good folks, all the wild stuff about the seventh dimension and all
that happens as thin gs move below it into what and where all of us
and our so-called lives presently are; as this cannot ever be
rationally told to humans, and I realize all this now, years too
late, as Scylla might say, but you know what, Gab could kick in here
again, speaking of all devils; as she puts it only I promised not to
do a lot of cursing here, EF it, because it is time to show you a few
things, and not just talk. Now when I showed you all how to work
parallel event on roulette, or how to work the Fascitar-6-10 system,
well, if you never experimented yourself and had no time or interest,
then that is your
loss,
as I did not just print words, I gave real instructions that could
take you to the stars and beyond, or in the case of down to Earth
capitalism and Trumpitis, could have made my readers a hell of 'a lot
of' Bobby Brown Lost Love song ripped off 'cash', from 1989, and no
Jane and bobby, I don't ever forget, and I don't ever FORGIVE, not
stuff that big, and THAT EVIL, so sorry, Mister freaking Ambassador,
YO, BRO. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
next things that will be given out, as experimental instructions for
my Morians; will be coming real soon; and will have to do with taking
my blogs; and seeing the truth of it all, by doing some real simple
things. But I must know when and where to stop, and just how far I
am safe to go. If I don't think that anyone ever has my back; and
that I am just committing slow excruciating frikkin' suicide, by
talking too dam much; then
I'd be a total dam ass fool
to keep placing myself into such incredible amounts of harm's way!!
I
am extremely disappointed in the intelligence and loyalty of most
people living here on this messed up little world we all call home
here. I'm very hesitant to show stuff that would alter life here on a
frikkin' dime, but I'll say this much as far as what I will do in 6
more years, if things stay this god dam bad and nightmarish for poor
frikkin' me. In 20-20 there's an official US Census coming up. I will
tell the powerful truth of the great SUMMER OF LOVE IN ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY, unless somebody comes clean real dam soon, in this dam
ass miserable family, Sarah Rotten Callio and Paula stinking King.
I'm tired of these abductions, and I';m equally sick and tired of
these DAYMARES all running along with this. THIS
STOPS HERE.
TAKE
ANY BLOG YOU READ IN MORIANITY, good people out here; and then go
back a blog or 2 or 3 or 4. You cannot help but see the one huge
Marola Trick going on by some World controller force out there in the
ESS, or as Bob Andrews may say it late in his teens at Pileggi's
basement during band practice in 1975,
''WHATEVER''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not even the great Mr. Eisenstein
could pull this trick off, it is as big as the intro word ''MI'' is
on those 1986 ''REAL GOOD GIRL'' tapes sent down to the US Copyright
Office back in freaking 1986, BRAH! Peeps who live in the
reverse-time order universes, are here amongst us, MY BLOGS PROVE
THIS BEYOND A DOUBT, and it all makes the entire Roswell, New Mexico
incident compare as kids playing in a sandbox. Why won't any of you
see this, are you all THAT TOTALLY BLIND?
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