MORIANITY
PART 6
CHAPTER
33
5:15
POST MERIDIAN, EASTERN DAYLIGHT ST
Well
folks, here we are on a Sunday evening that is beginning here in
South Central Florida at Fort Pierce. It is currently a hot 85
degrees Fahrenheit, so no ice skating will be done with lovely Razoli
or Iles. I never can keep straight which is which, and admit that I
do not watch much television, only the shows that I have felt
connected and attached to, and never years ago having the smallest
clue why, but those were my 20-0 blind days. Things make so much
sense when YOU COME TO KNOW the very basic simple reality that all
things are connected together in the true worlds of the invisible
subatomic. Since larger things are merely a collection of atoms that
are all held together by yet unknown forces as of 2013, the science
verifies right now, mathematically, that my words are true and
accurate, all is connected, and then the really deluded and paranoid
that never get into Quantum Dynamics, go insane when they start
seeing these weird mysterious things happening all around them, and
are aware of their absolute reality, yet they do not have the
educated facts of the quantum worlds to avert their soon to follow,
or eventual, insanity. This is a true shame, but it leads straight to
a very wicked evil unpleasant to put it very politely, monster truth
that few know and or face. The few who know some of this, don't want
to share it, keeping the why this is happening and the how to do
something about it, knowledge, is nothing less than hoarding great
amounts of true form energy, and all scientists know the formula,
energy divided by time equals power, so wanting this power over their
lifetimes, means they wish to literally, and just as the great super
author, James Redfield said so well in many of his wonderful books;
steal all the true energy around all of us, and just keep it all for
themselves. This means not a lot of difference than putting folks in
an air tight sealed up Walmart Store. There is plenty of food and air
for a while (TIME), but in order to keep persisting through time, or
LIVING; a few need to band together and grab most of the food and
drinks. Those then with less get weaker and die off, leaving more
supply's as well as more breathable air for the more abundant few who
stole what was not their rightful share. Folks, I am not against
America, the government, or even Capitalism, and get that fucking
straight right here and now, PLEASE. I am merely a simple minded
mathematically minded person that knows that endless supply cannot be
created and sustained on a limited size planet world. The numbers
won't work. If I were Jeremiah the bullfrog, I would not get rid of
capitalism, but we would transition into a society of
LIMITED-CAPITALISM. Once your net worth in money and goods and income
exceeds 100 times what any normal person would think of as living
super king style, say off the top of my head 200 grand annually, then
multiplying that by 100 and this is the ceiling of anyone, and after
that, money goes into the general pool. No more taxes, no more ever
spending what we don't have. No more credit, not for people, not for
governments. This would solve the problem of humanity within a decade
and life here would become a mother fucking utopia. But I am not on
any election ballots, and all I have is my opinion and a big
typewriter mouth. So what is 200 grand times 100? Well it is twenty
million bucks, 200,000X100 or 2X1, + the zero total, 5+2, see how
easy math can be, and no calculator?, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So that's a 2
with seven zeros after it, 20 million. Anything over this, in income
or combined already owned items, and into the pool it goes. No one
needs to be that fucking rich, it is ridiculous, Mack RED-X Louise
Chesapeake Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
health as you know has been bad for a while, but if I can make it
until my doctor sees me soon, I will beat these pricks at their own
game. If not, my blog doubles as my dying declaration. Also folks,
yes; I know I should fucking proofread my shit. There are lots of
mistakes that I always end up correcting, and what a fucking pain in
my ass it is, too. If you'll all re-read the paste-in part, you'll
see both corrections, and some changes.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-dogs; my health is no simple walk in the
park, it is just as with most if not all things connected with the
Mountainpen, complicated and messy as 'Dogtown'. I miss you lovely
'Midge'. But with all of the mountaintops that are there to climb,
and girls that I will eventually end up telling anything they want me
to, Copyright Examiners; I believe a smart voter is a split ticket
voter, and it is not easy any more to do this as it was in the early
seventies. There are always more than one person to vote for on many
various offices being sought, by both parties, but I am saying there
are times where offices would be better served by members of both
parties. I don't know much about the political process and try to
keep out of it, as I knew it was a hopeless lost cause when I was 14
years old, and have told why, and cannot force you to believe that I
have circled around and relived this hellish shit over and over
again, and I can still hear both Sally Starr and Paul Pedersen
laughing at me. But it's true and their laughter makes no difference
whatsoever. Still, how I remember a sociology teacher in my final
year of school telling about voting the split ticket, and I do not
even think this is doable any longer. Well, I love that cool show on
the Science Channel, ''Mythbusters'', give them a break
'Spell-Checker''. But last night's show made me want to add a little
something in, since they were discussing something that I walk a
close shadow with, in fact 40 years ago, I walked two close shadows
with what was shown just last evening, but that should remain there,
for now, Joan Lapplane. They did not mean to offend, but they did
place conspiracy theorists in a one ticket all or nothing group, and
I just felt compelled to write this short note and say that I can
only speak for myself, as an openly admitting CT Buff, but definitely
NOT on all things, my ticket is big time split. I laughed the loudest
of all of them when I would meet up with folks or would hear that
utter nonsense about the moon landings all being faked by NASA. I
have been on the moon, and I have seen the Apollo-11 landing sight,
and the flag, and it was struck by a small meteor shower in the area
but it is there and it all is real. I did not need their show to tell
me the moon landing was real and not some wild conspiracy, and I
cannot for the life of me understand how a soul can think it was
faked, yet I would still fight to the death on any battlefield of the
world right now for their right to believe it and express their
opinion publicly. But do I believe in cover stories, and do I believe
there is a real Exploratronic Supermind out there, that is
responsible for the pyramids and UFO sightings and any one of a
thousand other things within the so-far completely unexplained realm
of humanity; YOU BET YOUR ASS I
DO, Annie
Blowback Cutterlaw Dreamfileds Costner of Iowa.
They
want ideas for their show, but I know they will never listen to this
one. It
would expose my powerful reality
and existence, and the 'EW'
would never ever permit it, but try and bust my ESS beliefs if you
want, and if I ever hear from you guys, I will show you how to do a
few wild things that will cost you way less than what you spend on
average currently on the projects you so far have done, I promise.
Then you would get the mind blow of the millennium just how real HSE
is, and the ESS and hyperspace around us, all is. Probably, if you
ever took me up on this, you would be known as the show that turned
all of Oprah into toast, overnight, as this is bigger than 100
Einstein Relativity deals. But as I told Lenny McKinnon back in 1980,
I already know you never will contact me, so let me move this along
after merely closing out my thoughts about this with these last
words. I know there are about 80 percent out of the 80-20 fullness of
things, that the Conspiracy Theory buffs or the CT Buffs, are totally
whacked out with, it is beyond absurd, and I am first man off the
train carrying a big sigh proclaiming that. But the 20% is not, and I
did take a little offense at being generalized and mocked as a crazy
CT Buff, but that's OK folks, I'm so used to it, it is like watching
the day go by, 7-365, year in, and year out. Still, I needed to make
my little comment, and I enjoy that show, it is a great show, and the
Head Morian recommends it his viewers. The Science Channel has many
great shows such as this one, many many many, lovely
Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
health was hit just as my life in general was hit, the second I left
school. It honestly and fucking truly was as if some force not from
this realm, was ACTUALLY WAITING for the exact day that I left school
to go into the real outside world and try and make a living so that I
could if nothing else, SURVIVE, as without some money and ability to
create a sustainable wag income, barring a literal life saver such as
the Social Security disability Program, I
WOULD HAVE BEEN ONE SCREWED FUCKING PERSON, AT WARP 67!!!!!!!!! Now
people, I am a fan of Yogi Berra as well as Abigail Skating
Coincidence despising Carmichael of the LAW
& ORDER TELEVISION SHOW!!!!!!!!!!
How amazing shit is, you know, the show talking about the show within
the show, for the half dozen on Earth who isn't totally fucking
clueless on what's getting said here, a BIG-ASS
MACY SUPER WOW
is most definitely needed here, as a large insert. So it will be,
AHA AHA MMCN.
As
I speak, the sun is getting lower in the western skies out my sixth
floor apartment window ff to my left, while I sit here typing this
blog at my work-station, YO!!!!!!!!! We get some real pretty nature
views in this part of Florida, anywhere basically within 50 miles of
Palm Bitch Beach in all directions, but I sure wish that my wonderful
LIGHTNING wouldn't let me down, but back to my health after leaving
Special-Ed school on the final week of January in 1973. The first
thing done to me, was attacking my throat. It always has been about
my THROAT, yet nobody, not one mother fucking doctor would alleviate
a lifetime of fucking physical agony, by removing my adenoids or my
cunt chewing ass tonsils, YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU
HAVE NO IDEA HOW PISSED FUCKING OFF I AM ABOUT THIS, AND THIS
HORRENDOUS ROTTEN
EVIL EMPIRE NATION.
They target people to make them as miserable as they can on all
fucking fronts of fucking life, and just as they sat back and
literally allowed my kid's distant cousin to die a horrific death
from cancer back on New Years Day in the year of 2011; as much as
this helped me and brought me some closure and took away great fears
I had of her, but all that aside, she still was a human fucking cunt
lapping being, and you just don't fucking ass treat people that shit
eating way, or you shouldn't be in this so-called great nation, HA,
what a fucking total mockery laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cruelty
of these evil secret agencies and their agents, can be measured in
nothing less than PETA-MISERIES-CUBED,
YO!
'BUT'
my health, and my throat, Shirley Glandsgrant; was all a part of some
shit that goes far beyond the known areas of this realm and world,
and far beyond the faintest stars of the fucking cock sucking night
sky. 'THAT'
my peeps, is total 100% super ass GOSPEL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Buth that myth!
The
powers that did this to me cannot ever be properly talked about, as
they do not live as we do, and 'they borrow us' from other
transdimensional hyperspace, while they DREAM-CONTROL their
doppelgangers. We all have doubles in virtually unlimited amounts of
PARALLEL UNIVERSES,
AND ALL THESE UNIVERSES, AND OURS AS WELL; EXIST IN A 5TH
DIMENSION CALLED THE HYPERSPACE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
after they started my throat condition originally, late in the year
1972 and early into 1973, while this all happened, I was up on that
wonderful island, Woodie Guthrie, that great New York Island, sir,
and made my first contact, never even being aware of it. Then about 4
years later, I was working at a print shop, and it returned only 10
times worse. The inside of my throat looked like a war zone, filled
with giant white puss circles. No one would help me, not one fucking
doctor. Why would I lie? Why would Ann King lie as well about the
authorities in the medical world allowing her daughter to just die?
This is the biggest cover up in the fucking known universe, and the
Mythbusters can laugh at folks like me all they want to, but they
would never be able to bust my shit, and I fucking challenge them to
try, as if they ever could, I would throw these blogs into the
fucking deep blue sea and keep my mouth shut for the rest of my
miserable fucking rotten lousy ass pathetic life.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Cut me a bwake, Margie fucking 1985 Leo!!!
A
lot more will be told soon, this is just the opening!!!!!
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
33. 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:
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the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
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says, ''HEY GIRL, Leticia Tilley. *********Oh
and also, *********
tell
me if Marcus
Muldanato, is
still your bitch''???
THERE
IS A VERY POWERFUL 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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SIS FIVE, CHAPTER -----33. 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!!!!!!!
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WFMU’s Beware of the Blog; hang in there, but B careful.
Listen!
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«
Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main
| “If
You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us,
Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER
RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER
MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE
BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL
666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE
FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS,
THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”,
SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES,
FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST
PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE
FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM
1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”,
SO CLICK HERE:
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: THAT UGLY EMMEREFFER IN THE PHOTO, IS NOT ME.
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.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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W---O----W!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a close likeness to me, make the shirt bright red and it will then be dead on.
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
PERCENTAGE BOTBAR
FOR OCTOBER FROM THE OPENING THROUGH RIGHT CUNT LAPPING NOW, GOOD
FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
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