MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER
32
2:46
POST MERIDIAN, SATURDAY AFTERNOON, ON A SUNNY FLORIDIAN
19
OCTOBER, '2013'
MISSES
MAROLA
FROM
1969
SAID
THIS
AS
TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN,
AND THE PEOPLE UP IN THE AREA OF PHILADELPHIA STILL SAY IT THIS
WAY,ONLY ''NOBODY'' SAID IT THAT WAY IN 1969, WHEN REFERING TO THE
YEARS OF THE CENTURY TO FOLLOW, NOBODY, ONLY MAROLA, AND THE
CREATORS OF THE GREAT IBM-HAL (+1) CODE, HA GAGA KITTY; 2001-A SPACE
ODYSSEY.
As
my stuck up, other side of the tracks, rich cousins, might say;
''dahlings'', here is what is making itself to manifest on this day.
How I just facetiously love snooty stuck up peeps like my wonderful
and great family, or what is freaking left of them, good folks, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA. Folks, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
woke me up with a sore throat this late morning, as well as to some
booming doors, but when I fell back to sleep again, the next loud
door fucking woke me up at eleven-eleven on the nose, and THAT WAS
DEFINITELY A PERSONAL COSMIC FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME.
I
am somewhat better after chewing on 4 Buffered Aspirin, two when I
climbed out of bed and two a short while ago around half past two. I
was healthy as a young teenager, and there still in nothing wrong
with me whatsoever. All sickness and pain and every negative
imaginable item physically, is caused by powerful MICRO-ANDROID
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY CONTROLLED viruses and germs and
other evil things that time would not permit me to think about
entering into this topic right now. I am tired and need to perk up
with a nice healthy brunch. Nothing ever JUST HAPPENS, in truth,
nothing BAD and nothing GOOD, and also if you're remotely interested,
neutrality is another gigantic illusion. Your own mood or lack of one
and basic lack of true feeling or emotion, as PC and society in
general has forced all of us to no longer react emotionally normal.
We need to get permission from each other to so much as tap anyone on
a shoulder, lead a person by a hand or harm, and god forbid try to
kiss anyone even a dry cheek kiss, let alone, the gods forbid, any
romantic one if out dating. This is why I already knew this entire
future was here back in the past, but not as well as Marola did, and
this woman fucking fascinates the living hot shit out me to this day,
folks, and I am not gonna' sit here lying to any of you about that.
But if you want to get on fascinating people, I have interacted and
hung around with literally slews of them. There may not be that many
fish in the sea, or at least around a particular unnamed Stone
Harbor, New Jersey jetty from the start of the nineteen seventies, so
we need to stay greedy and keep all of our fish to our-self. Just
don't be greedy with electrons, as if we don't feed the KPH or the
amps and other units, how are we going to sing about it, alone,
together, or in any other laboratory illusion of waking and sleeping
eternal throat pains. Laugh-laugh, Mike and others, and just what did
my distant cuzz tell you guys about me in 1989, mister Alan Wolf,
Mister Dick wolf, and Mister Raymond Wolf of the Collingswood Jewelly
Jewelry store of Landonville-Collingswood, in Southeast New Jersey,
YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????? Like W---O---W!
Oh well peeps, let me get down to cases here. You want me to tell you
the biggest shit in the world, and then what do I get for trying to
deal with my brains ands teeth getting knocked the fuck out? I have
to be careful or my daughter will give me that same big ass right
cross that she gave Dice in that movie, and folks, if you carefully
study it, that kept that take in because it was a real KEEPER, as she
literally knocked that dude all the way down those steps. But none of
this is what I need to tell you for today' blog.
Have
I told you the entire story of Sarah Callio, the Friendly Ice Cream
Restaurant robbery, the nightmare interactions with my daughter's
entire family, or any of dozens of other topics that regularly become
harped on in various degrees, here on Morianity for M-3? The answer
is of course a gigantic and unequivocal NEGATORIO YO, I've only
opened little pockets of the ice on the frozen fucking glaziers of
the entire top of the world, Patricia Claus 401 Krassle!!!!!!!!!! The
only two things I wish to get into now and today, are first, I
completed my UPDATED
MASTER SHEET for MORIANITY
PART 6. You will never see this until the end of the blogs
that I do. It is for new readers and will not be containing new
stuff, other than for the leprechauns of the Electronic Ireland and
their continual worked magic upon varying charts, that will alter, so
once you get to the paste ups and copied stuff, that is all that will
alter, no new words will be added, but read it through once folks, as
there is stuff there that I just did. After that, scroll down to
charts that you may wish to see, such as the changing markets during
the open and trading hours, or the weather map, or the lovely Jupiter
Inlet, and such things that will continue to change over time
increments.
There
were two horrible days last week, Tuesday and Thursday, and an
ignoramus moron cubed who has followed my problems with this
morianity, knows exactly what's going the fucking shit on. It is
like, for a perfect ass example here; the odds I could be imagining
or be under a psychotic delusion back on early Thursday afternoon
with the UTILITY ATTACK that these fucking monsters in the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE gave me. I get one service
through AT&T, and the
other service through COMCAST,
and yet both were major simultaneously totally hacked out, come on,
JJ, we have pretty faces yes, but we're not STUPID,
right?????? No matter who's playpen it may be, I think anyone
would come to the same conclusion regarding that, as if not, then
you are telling me you are believing in something where the odds for
it not being what I claim to be going on, would be a minimum of a
million to one chance, ca'man, as they say in New York City, I love
their accent, one of the few enjoyable parts of visiting my mom's
cuzz's in the sixties and up through 1972, was hearing my aunt speak
in that way cool accent, I could even, THEN, take the dahling, but
not any more, not with all this after Reagan shit where rich folks
look down and spit on us poor little shit ass bastards, like we did
something wrong or have the fucking black plague or something,
sheeeeeeeit! One thing these fucking evil bastard ass trash enemies
do know about me, and hurting me real bad, with super fucking ass
attacks like last week; or really, THIS WEEK; that ends calendrically
in 8 and a half hours at 11:59:59 Post Meridian, and fuck you, I will
use the word calendrically, YO, it fits, and fuck your mother,
Spell-Checker and Grammar Stuck-ups the world over, AHA
AHA AHA MMCN,
but yes, one thing they know is that once you do something that goes
a bit TOO FAR to be believed if actually witnessed, and in this case,
utility companies have records of all of this; unfortunately; they'll
never help me, as I learned in 1983-1987; finally giving fucking
totally up; BUT, now with blogging and fucking cunt eating internet,
AT
LEAST I CAN HOLLER OUT MY TRUE STORY TO THE WORLD,
and
THEY
CANNOT
STOP ME,
AND THEY KNOW IT IS ALL TRUE, AND SO
THEY CANNOT EVER PROVE ME A LIAR A STOP ME LEGALLY. Of course, when
do these mother fucking pricks ever play by the same rules that all
of us 99ers have to play by, once alive OCCUPY? I knew this garbage
would all fizzle out. Until
peeps see that we all need to gang up on these fucking monster ass
wealthy world owner scum trash 99%ers, on
this will all go, day after DC day, week after DC week, month after
DC month, year after DC year, decade after DC decade, century after
DC century, and yes peeps, millennium after DC millennium, and even
though it was PRICE IS RIGHT BB or (BOB BARKER) who said this cool
shit one day on that super fucking cool ass television game show, YO;
it now is hosted by matching initials to the great human-world-city
of WASH-DOC-13-600, AHA AHA AHA AHA AND TEE HEE HEE LILLY MUNSTER AND
MICHAEL MCNULTY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
the enemies know if they too those SUPER SUPER FUCKING ATTACKS like
last week, they will have to now deal with me telling and retelling
and retelling this story of how the odds would be a mega to one
against this being all my psychotic delusional fucking fantasy, good
folks, not both AT&T AND COMCAST, Cowardly lions and brave
lightning goddesses both say it a lot better than I ever will; NO
HOW NO NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in the case of GOZZWALD-OZ, Mister
McGuire Magicbullets 'Fireman',
''the bad kind'', the cowardly lion put it very similarly to how my
lovely Mizz Ross screamed it at me over the phone back in 1983 when
unable to through in her non-ZZZZZZZZZ-form, just not exactly, I
believe his quotation of trying to convince himself that he wasn't
afraid of the Sarah Callio big bad Cora Coffee Witch, as if things
don't all fit like perfect dots, gimme a break willya Margie-1985,
''Not No Way, Not no How. Close enough, of great wonderful awesome
world, huh, do it Dad and Dawny, ''SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT''!!!!!!! Oh
well, Mister Macintosh, between Maid-Nora, and Coffee Witch Cora,
and my mom's powerful 1977 interactions, with the mighty WAYV PAULA
DREAMATRON KING BITETHROAT STREETNAME; what am I supposed to do all
this time, other than sit here, and watch myself grow old, and go
nuts; and have
utter absolute epitome of hatred
for all these dynamite darlings of non-disco?????????????????
Mister
Macy, before I paste in for the first time, and all future time for
quite a while to come, the master-sheet for M-6; one higher than you,
Doctor Rottenberry Daystrum Sir, and yet another (LAB-TECHNICIAN);
let me tell you this little last tid bit shitty fucking thing, good
folks, YO! I may be slow, YO. I may not be MO. I am labeled a
stunt-grow, and I know, but HO HO HO, SC, YO, I AM MOVING TO
MAY-HE-CO!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA
WELLS!
MASTER
SHEET FOR PART SIX MORIANITY LATEST EDITION FROM
19 OCTOBER, TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN:
''MORIANITY''
THE
ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA ANE ME:
MORIANITY
PART 6 CONTINUES:
I
HOPE you
are ENJOYING READING
THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER
XXX. WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL,
WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN
PROFANITY.
SO SORRY.
OH WELL, MAYBE
TOMORROW
WILL
BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN
AGAIN,
MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU
HAVE TAKEN ME TO
THE WEEDS!
IN FACT,
I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK
AND BETS ON
THIS ONE, CUZZ!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY OF MILLENNIUM 3:
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join, and
the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:
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a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
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Sharkey
says, ''HEY GIRL, Leticia Tilley. *********Oh
and also, *********
tell
me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your
bitch''???
THERE
IS A VERY POWERFULK OLD SAYING PEOPLE:
'When
the cat is away, the mice always play'.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DIANA ARTEEMIS???
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MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER 00190. TANKS
FOLKS.
''Me
from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back
to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
©
THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
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W----O----W, careful P!
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog; hang in there, but B careful.
Listen!
If you are a copyright owner and
believe that your copyrighted works have been used in a way that
constitutes copyright infringement, here is our DMCA
Notice.
«
Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main
| “If
You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us,
Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER
RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER
MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE
BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL
666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE
FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS,
THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”,
SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES,
FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST
PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE
FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM
1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”,
SO CLICK HERE:
Don't
bother trying the link, all my links were disabled by me!!!!!
TOO
LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time
traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about
the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Comments:
Yes,
I have a comment, friends at WFMU, besides go screw yourself, and
yes; I got your accidental message Jason on an old blog comment on
Blogger, AHA AHA AHA. Don't look for me on any social networking
sites, I don't play these ridiculous games, you all go enjoy that
stuff, WEEEEEEEE! Don't try clicking into any of my blog links to
youtube, unless they are old blogs showing other videos that I
enjoyed and shared. They will still work. I took down all of my
stuff, it was for my own personal enjoyment, what was I thinking,
sharing all of this with a world of dark-agers? I totally agree with
Judge Judy on the silliness of social-net!
“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
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
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.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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BUT
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 NONE OF
THIS SHIT WAS ANY OF YOUR FAULTS, AND YOU'RE ALL A GREAT TEAM. KEEP
IT GOING, HOT AND STRONG BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REMEMBER
THIS IS NOT MY LIKENESS, AND I GAVE YOU THE DECODED SETTINGS FOR
SEEING MY TRUE APPEARANCE, WHEN I BEGAN MY BLOGS, AND I HAVE NOT
CHANGED ALL THAT MUCH. I MERELY TRY KEEPING MY HAIR A BIT MORE NEATLY
ARRANGED, AND LESS PUFFED UP ALL OVER IN THE BACK. IN ORDER TO MAKE
THE CHANGES AS I INDICATED; YOU NEED TO PASTE IT INTO A DOCUMENT ON
YOUR PC, THEN MAKE THE CHANGES. JUST IN CASE YOU WANT MORE PROOF OF
HOW MY MONEY IS ALWAYS LESS GREEN THAN THE OTHER FELLOW'S. I PAID TO
HAVE A GOOD PHOTO DONE, THIS IS NOT THE WAY IT SHOULD HAVE COME OUT,
AND I WAS FUCKING TOLD THAT DIGITAL IS DIGITAL IS DIGITAL; AND THIS
IS NOT TRUE, NOT IN VIDEO, AND NOT IN AUDIO. I KNOW LOTS OF SECRETS
SUCH AS THIS, AND WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT ENHANCING OR SHOPPING
SOUND OR LIGHT IMAGES. THAT TOO IS THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN THE ENTIRE
ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. WELL, NEXT TO THE SECRET OF VIRAL VIDEOS BEING A
TOTAL
FUCKING 100% MEDIA HOAX, AND I HAVE EXPLAINED THAT ONE ALREADY, YO YO
YO YYO YOO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure
it's all a coded poem, but what the hell is not; Sherry-Lee Saturn
Car saleslady-1997?????
Speaking
of all this 1997 bullshit, and as Lenny McKinnon said it so well in
1982, ''Good Lord, and a quarter'', WHY ME, all
great Pope's at Pote's?
Well, that question has lengthy ramifications. We could be a decade
on that one, folks. Before we go there at all, let me compensate for
Miss Sleaze-disease-weeds-Jane. Good old wonderful saleslady
Sherry-Lee Pote. But yes, Jane Sleazedisease Bitch-face struck me on
this morning where I am making this newest updated MASTER SHEET FOR
MORIANITY PART 6, with neighbor trash slamming a door at exactly the
time my clocks were reading eleven fucking eleven. I immediately got
up and compensated with my page on the word documents on my PC
called, ''Looking at the FIVES'', and an entire page displays on the
screen filled with lovely giant purple colored FIVES, HA HA HA HA,
YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
LET US GET TO LENNY MCKINNON, BEFORE I CLOSE OUT THIS PILLOW
TALKING/MOUNTAINPEN SQUALKING WHITTLE BWOG HERE GOOD FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAA. Oh Elmer Fudd, where are you when I need you, in or out of
the Walmart in any mother fucking year back in decade one of this
horrendous rotten twenty-first asshole century, YO YO?
Folks,
a lot more will be said as Morianity Part 6 trudges along, regarding
both rap-music inventor Lenny McKinnon/record promoter and pal of the
two Philly Music world owners of yesterday, Leon Huff and Kenny
Gamble; as well as the period where my great ass father came back
after ten years out of New Jersey, to visit me after I turned
nineteen, forty years ago, and how I got him talking in his sleep
about powerful secrets such as what sparked this comment on a blog
back in 2007, by the Quantum Future Group, and their representative,
Sir Michael.
The
invention in 1980 by me, called; ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL'', is also
a complicated item that connects powerfully into an entire situation
that when all bundled together, to quote lovely TV-FLO, it all
perfectly intertwines with the days leading up to all of the things
that followed it in unmistakable ways, all while residing at the
great mighty Robin Hill Apartments, at number 1802, from May 1, 1980,
through January 31, 1983, when I moved from there into the rental
home in Atco, New Jersey a dozen miles or so down the White Horse
Pike to the east and towards Atlantic City and their Municipal
Utility Authority at the end of this Pike, also known as Route-30,
into the home of Jerald Pliner on Norris Avenue, #134, where all of
the ''MEDICAL ISSUES'', with or without sportscasters Yogi Berra, as
well as digital Phillies winning number year inversions of Harry
Callas, all connecting
together in the true worlds of energy, and are invisible to those not
sensitive to see this while their minds operate in a conscious way,
or divided by the speed of light squared,
so that they and all of us, can maintain this waking and so-called,
tangible material Earthly existence. DUH!
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Well
folks, the technology involved in what all led up to my present
situation with all of this; will never be taught or learned in
college, let alone some technical middle school, and that is a
promise, mahm MO, and SIR Rockdroid Lurch Petahell Keyboards.
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Those
freaky little coinkeedinks, huh peeps? But for those few who know a
little now about what MORIANITY
has been preaching for about seven and a half of these past thirty
years, with these blogs of Mountainpen; you know what is going on,
and you know that nothing is really real, and all things are but a
creation. But there is a lot more truth involved with all of this,
right down to and including the great words spoken in Biblical
Genesis, and,
'
'Only
the opening title words are real'.
EVERYTHING
ELSE IS PURE ILLUSION, WHEN SCYLLA SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT, SHE
CROSSED US ALL OVER FROM THE VOID NOTHINGNESS, INTO A WILD DREAMING
EXPANSION OF INTERACTIVE HYPERSPACE, ONCE IT ALL GOT GOING, ONLY ONCE
IT DID, ALL OF THIS NEVER REALLY BEGAN IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND THAT
COULD BE PHILOSOPHICALLY THOUGHT OF AS THE ABSOLUTE AND ULTIMATE
GORDIAN KNOT.
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HANG
IN THERE 484 WAYV-MIMI HUNTINGTON HAMMONTON BLUCRAN!!!!!!!
People
for example like Alex Jones and all the hot shots of the talk radio
up around fucking cunt Philadelphia, and that is all it is, TALK,
TALK, TALK, TALK, and for the same reasons and the same agendas of
the non conspiracy folks, and I know this dirty filthy little best
kept secret oh so well, SIR KEVIN TREDAUX, it is always and only,
''all about the fucking MONEY'',
THE TRUE REAL GOD OF THIS WORLD!
ATTORNEY
GENERAL PAM BONDI OF FLORIDA
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
Folks,
let me tell you what is Derrijo Exxon HA—penning, in or not in
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
RHM!
A
MAJOR REITERATION IF I MAY HERE!
Yes,
there is a lot of history here, and we are leaving all of this right
here for right now, lovely Lieutenant Vanburen!!!!!!!!
Hyperspace
is a truly unknown element!!!!!
I
am not inferring that the men and women of science do not know about
it, but their level of understanding is unfortunately for me most of
all, kindergarten. If they knew and believed what I know and believe,
and would run some of the necessary tests that would indeed totally
verify and prove beyond a doubt, that
stuff Morianity tells about it, is all so dam real and true,
then they could aid me and assist me; in fighting the MONSTERS OF THE
ESS. They are not all bad, nothing ever is all good, all bad, or all
anything. This cosmos is always some type of a perfectly balanced
reality, whatever this reality really is, but the one thing we all
can agree on, and that is, BALANCE
BEING OF ABSOLUTE IMPORTANCE,
is not a questionable item, not ever. Now L-4, IN
FOLLOWING THIS UP JUST A SMALL BIT ON THIS MASTER SHEET, GOOD FOLKS,
I
need to say just this for now. Take two small children that weigh 40
or 50 pounds and let them play tug of war, and see the balance
between the ability of either one to pull each other over the line.
Eventually most of the time, even with just one, no matter how
seemingly balanced in size and strength, one wins while the other
loses, but it is not a quick slam dunk pull, 1-2 and boom, the
winner, no, and this is balance. Take two railroad locomotives and
set them together with equally made engines and weights, and let them
push on each other as well. These are a million times or so stronger
than the two children, yet the same thing happens. As long as this
balance is maintained, we can dream out of the void infinity. The one
thing that removes the dream-illusion the loss of a cosmic balance.
To further get into what I'll be telling on this subject, you will
need to continue to read these blogs. I promise you I will blow your
mind as you do so, folks. But you will be left with this quick little
thought that will keep you glued. When I am done telling everything,
and should you so desire to test out stuff that will prove to YOU
that I am correct, after-ll, I do not plan to end up with folks
someday saying, well, that was the 'theory' of Morianity. This is no
theory, and it certainly is not mass and energy being the same thing,
merely one or the other depending on when one is either multiplied or
divided by the speed of light squared so it then becomes the other.
You rarely see the great equation in reverse, M=E/C2,
and
no, I cannot find the font that raises the little '2' instead of
lowering it, but you all SHOULD know what I mean here. These things
are no theories, and I will always tell you if I am not totally sure,
or if I am theorizing about something; or flat out, that if it be the
case, and many many times it is the case; I just simply don't fucking
know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the stuff you will get from the blogs that
are soon to follow, are indeed known to me, and I will share a lot
with you and even show you how to do stuff, but I already know,
Lenny, old 'pal'-601, yeah-right, what I know, and that is all that I
know.
Folks,
even more powerful than life and death, consciousness and awareness,
truth and falsehoods, and evil and wickedness, lies that ground of
true HOLY GRAIL REAL ESTATE, and no guys, not ''THAT 3 INCHES'',
let's keep our minds out of the French Sewer System, huh Sarah Callio
Martinez????????????? Yes, what is that most precious item good
folks, what we all need more than air and water, to live another
second, as you can live one minute with no breathable air, and 70
hours or more without drinkable water, but without
B---A---L---A---N---C---E, FOLKS; you not only won't live another
fucking ass microsecond, but you never were even here to start with,
and THAT sir ROCKDROID, is an even larger lurching overriding
equation, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the fucking MAGNETIC
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