MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 34

21 OCTOBER, 2013, 4:07 ANTE' MERIDIAN

Well friends and foes and all else, here is the situation, Louigee Kent Henderson and all others not going by this wild name, AHA, Mike McNulty.

This little blog will make the great awesome Terry Egghead Knowitallfromthejerseyharbors quite a bit uneasy; as she likes everything, to quote her from my Midge-Dog days, back in Berryville; non-scatterbrain style; all arranged in neat order, and not running all over the place. The problem is that this never has real power in it. It is bland and common. Anyone can do it, and Morianity is not something anyone can do. Let's face the facts of life here lovely Blair. This project is not some every day thing, and it never is going to make an attempt to so be, good folks. This particular chapter will move all around, but still, be basically churning out many ideas for my viewers to munch on, regarding just how they might see for themselves someday soon, how real and incredible traveling in all five dimensions can truly be. It changes your life big time and I won't start to lie about that, but the trouble with life is that it is all a dam big illusion, you could call this an entire deal, a parlor trick of the Astral Gods, but this would be a very surface level understanding of way more powerful and outlandish reality that surrounds all of us, whether we ever choose consciously to perceive any of it or not. It was on the early morning of December the seventh back in 1996, Pearl Harbor Day as all the older Vets know right off the bat; and in my own weird bizarre way, this day for me was every bit as treacherous and stimulating as if I had been right there in Hawaii on that day from 55 years back. This blog is not going to get into using the ''black arts'' as so many call what I did the previous night before going to ''sleep'', it is only going to tell some heart wrenching hard hitting shit that will make even long green lines, cry like little babies. To quote the white man of soul from the sixties, and well known recording artist back then, Mister Billy Harner, The last man on the Steel Pier''. He was telling me up at the end of the previous century, how he was indeed the last man on this world famous pier, but this pier has a lot more meaning to me than his experiences with it. In a parallel universe, I saw my lovely Sarah Nurockey fall to her death and drown in the Atlantic Ocean. I am not going to even begin talking about the Buddha Religion or any other belief system that knows how real cycles are and that life is a cycle as well, or karma and reincarnation, or any of this, not right now, not on this blog, that comes later when I really start tying major shit together. What needs to be understood by those few who I know try to get some of the Morianity teachings, but just cannot make the leap into new thinking, any more than my late best pal, David Charles Roth, so I don't blame anybody, and realize I'm asking as lot. But by reexplaining the same things in different ways, not worrying about time orders, or the normal constraints that literary work, or even educational writings normally conform to; I can better hope to get a few points across from time to time. If I choose to just discuss my wild abilities to defy motion for example, people would either get all caught up in that for its own sake or just refuse to believe all together, what I say, but if I move this in and out with other stuff, it eases the relating pain so to speak, at least to some small degree, hopefully. I have already proven to anyone who is open minded, that my life does not conform to many norms. I should have died about a million times, and stuff that goes on around me, locally and distantly would be classified as unexplainable mysteries, if believed in, only 99.9% just call me a liar, or a total fucking crazy ass nut case. Let me try and prove this point to you. I agreed in early 1990, the fifth of January on the evening to be totally precise, to go 99 percent their way, over at a township police station back in New Jersey. I had just had a small airplane pass very low and directly over my apartment, and while it went over, the people on it, their voices sounded young, in their twenties; and male; and I went to turn on a small portable cassette tape recorder to record the incident, and the second that I turned it on, a blasting loud voice from those on board came onto my tape machine, and it was taping as well, and one was Dizzy Dee, the other was Mountain Man. This is a wild and weird parallel to Mountain-Pen and Deezy Slim, but these wild type of close parallels are a whole other story, and we will be getting to it. The one dude had an extremely fowl mouth and was illegally cursing through the FAA/FCC regulated air waves radio system, swearing horrifically, and then saying that he was going to drop a bomb down on the apartments below. When I took this evidence over to the Voorhees Township Police Station an hour later, they took me to the 'Cherry Hill Crises Center' for a sike-eval. Even after I gave them this tape, a copy I made actually, and agreed to go to the CHCC that night, they would not help me one bit, or do their legally sworn job to investigate this blatant crime, the Lieutenant at this time as the 1990's just had come in, was a man by the name of Sakavich, which is being spelled as it sounds. My friend on the force, a Mike smarzinski told me that his Lieutenant would definitely help me with this after he had first heard it upstairs, but then when I went downstairs to the office of the Lieutenant, he wanted to make me a deal as he put it, that if I go for a sike-eval and pass, he will investigate this. Can you mother fucking believe this bullshit? Then after I had totally fulfilled my end of the deal, THEY STILL ALL FUCKING SCREWED ME, as they obviously had planned to do all along. This story has been blogged on the OLD BLOGS that I was hacked off of, I am like all of you now, I can only access them, they locked me forever out of my own blog one day, and that is why I had my guru at the time then late in 2011, come over and start me up on these new blogs that you have been reading since December of 2011. At least I can go up and link the old ones into the new one, but it never will be the same. My life is one supernatural thing after another, and always has been, it is only the persecution that can be visibly witnessed, that began in 1986 after my sending REAL GOOD GIRL down to Wash Dock 13-600 for copyright. Then in 1983, three years earlier, the shit began with what I have come to refer to as CONTACT. Still, I was not contacted completely, and still have not been, as it appears to be an ever increasing form of contact, from which there is no escape at all. I have tried to run away from this problem for a very long time. When it is not in waking life, it slams around me in sleeping life, even more realistically. I have told many truths and no one believes. I am totally powerless to fight these EXPLORATRONS of the ESS, and I know it perfectly well. The very same people that first appeared to me in a series of nightmares more real and vivid ten times over than being awake, while staying on Cornwall Avenue in 1970, in the town to the south of Atlantic City, with child molester Thomas J. Reale of Somers Point, New Jersey; is when this all began, but it never really began if you understand all of my situation, and also, even the very basics of a mathematical discipline known as Quantum Mechanics. I mentioned how we have three minds, from our vantage point while in these human flesh bodies, conscious, unconscious, and subconscious. Each of these ''states of mind'' is merely a balancer or equalizer of a sort. One setting places the real YOU (religious folks would say your soul) into a material realm, the here and now where time and space makes matter and energy respond to one set of physically regulated Lawtron-Reality, as Morianity calls it. Another setting places the real YOU in normally recessant other duplicate ''yous'' in the vast hyperspace that contains all universes each existing in varying subatomic vibrating signatures, and then there is the setting that places you where you are in real truth. Your dreams here are no longer what YOU attach into, and YOU are in your TRUE BEING. When you are totally not conscious to hyperspace, you either are in your lighter subatomic existence, or you are in absolute truth and not dreaming out from this state at all, and this would be the VOID. To try and get more into this would require a century and hundreds of lengthy books, wasting all of our time.

Many are quite interested in just what this family of magical washcloths and Irish Leprechauns are truly about, you know, their motives and their objectives, and how I fit into everything. If you read the first two years of my OLD BLOG on BLOGGER, 2006 and 2007, you will in short order know that I had no conscious recall during these times, of this wild family, and was off on what I thought was a whole different search and quest. The only trouble was that I was looking to find a girl who I knew a long time ago, and I searched the world high and low and there was a very good reason that nobody ever even remembered her, and why I could never find her. But again, even the great Buddha and his pals would only get a gold star 100 on their report card, on half of this. I mean, let's concede with me just so we can come to a point here, folks. Even if she left this life as her and reentered as another, why did not one single soul know or remember this un-locatable teen from my past? Well, real MORIANS/FOLLOWERS know quite well about the magical memory erasing that has already been done just since the end of the nineties, on the great street where she came from, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. You know how Ed and I to this day have no memory of McGuire at my car while we were taking some photos of the area for the morianity-foundation website that is now defunct. The photos showed him right there in our face, but we never perceived it, or else we did, and were made to NOT REMEMBER. Then when I used the payphone in his crappy bar years before that 2006 incident, on February seventh of 1997, names were very important to me in my search, and I had just asked Sarah Callio over his telephone, what the last name was, and she said and spelled it afterwards, C-A-L-L-I-O. Oh well, at least she didn't spell out Academy Road or Grant Avenue, huh Copyright Office? There is a ton of stuff to talk about, but it is late and I need to go off to sleep. We will get to it all, bit by bit, I promise you WOMO-MO!!!!!!!

Careful of those fires, great Washcloth Family!

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 sign 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 to 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 wage 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 aren'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, off 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, here 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bust 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!!!

MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 34

5:46 ANTE' MERIDIAN, MONDAY MORNING, ON A SUNNY FLORIDIAN

21 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!

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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:

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Sharkey says, ''HEY GIRL, Leticia Tilley. *********Oh and also, *********

tell me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your bitch''???

Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.

Folks, if it gets better than this, then all I can say to you is you must have found a MORIANITY-2 somewhere on the great all mighty world wide web, and are keeping it all to your fucking self, in which case I say, go bronco go and I cannot blame you for doing a Haddon Avenue Sidney 1969 Crown Cohen and shutting the shit up about it, like another one Mister Macy, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I PROMISE YOU THAT I WILL FOLLOW UP BIG ULTRA HYPER ASS TIME ON ALL THE THINGS I HAVE PROMISED TO CLEAR UP, OR TRY TOM IN BLOGS FOLLOWING THIS ONE, ALONG WITH MY MOM'S GREAT AND LATE BUT NOT TOO LATE STORY FROM 1976, WRITTEN IN HER OWN EXACT WORDS IN 1977, AND WHY I HAVE THESE FEW PRECIOUS POSSESSIONS OF 1-2-3 CLARITON CLEAR THINGS FOLKS DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA, IS NOTHINGF SHIORT OF WHAT CHRISTIANS MIGHT FUCKING CALL, AND I WON'T FUCKING DISPUTE THEM FOR A NAMOSECOND HERE, DIVINE FUCKING PROVIDENCE, WITH A LITTLE MOUNTAINPEN CURSING ADDED INTO THE FLAVOR AND MIX, NOT FOR YOUR PLEASURE AND AMUSEMENT; BUT BECAUSE I AM VERY VERY VERY FUCKING OLD AND PISSED OFF, MY LOVELY INGRID FROM DAYS WE SPEAK CAREFULLY ABOUT IN HERE, ANOTHER ONE RHM, IF I MAY BE GOZZWALD PERFREAKINGMITTED, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, the WOMO MILITUFORCE hit me with major noise out in my hallway.

Then an hour later at around ten this cunt lapping ass mouuuuuuurning, I was given a FIRE ALARM, WHICH AS I TYPE THIS, ANOTHER ONE IS SOUNDING AT 22 PAST NOON.

BEFORE THIS, MY CABLE BOX WAS STRUCK AT COMCAST SERVICE. THE SIGNAL IS BLOCKED WITH THAT CODE A$00A OR WHATEVER, THAT MEANS SOME FUCKING BASTARD DISRUPTED THE SIGNAL.

I START THIS BLOG AND THIS SECOND FUCKING FIRE ALARM ATTACK SOUNDS.

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM DEAD FROM THIS DEATH SIEGE, MY MURDERERS ARE QUITE OBVIOUS FROM MY RECENT PAST BLOGS, BUT YES DAWN YOU WHORE, THEY WILL NEVER PUT MY DAUGHTER IN JAIL. Then my president reminds me that we all need to trust more in Washington, well, actually he admitted that we all have good reason not to, it was a great speech, I enjoyed it. It was a tough love sort of scolding to the great city, and then an uplifting hope that we can make things right. Well, if they cannot stop my personal persecution from the ESS, I seriously doubt things will ever get any better.

It is what it is, you evil mother fuckers out there!!!!!!!!!!!

My weather program APPS are all hacked off, neither the weather channel or the weather bug are functioning, this is the worst death fucking siege from the UNITED STATES DIRT BALL MILITARY SYSTEM SINCE 1987. I will be asking Gawky why this all is happening.

For now, the second fire alarm just was deactivated by the FORT PIERCE FIRE COMPANY, who are here on scene at 601 Avenue B, in fucked up jerked off Fort Pierce, fucked up jerked fucking off FLORIDA!!!!!

I am heading for fucking MEXICO, as I cannot take this death siege, if I stay fucking cunt here, they WILL GET AWAY WITH MY MOTHER FUCKING MURDER.

My Morians, my Lessians, my Inbetweenians, and all others from the potential pool of the ESS, how the hell are you? I am not doing very well, in case you may be reciprocally interested, folks. Let me go on and explain.

First off, this CHAPTER #28 doubles up as my OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND LEGAL DYING DECLARATION NOTICE, WORLD, AND ALL MY MURDERERS ARE LISTED IN ALL OLDER BLOGS THAT PRE-DATE THIS BLOG, YO YO YO!!!

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THINGS REALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK, PEOPLE, THEY REALLY FUCKING DO, YO, AND I AM NOT GOING TO BEAT AROUND THE ROSEANN DELANEY BRAD MESSENGER BUSHES TONIGHT ON THIS BLOG, SO MY ADVANCE NOTICE POSTS NOW THAT I AM VERY SORRY IF PEEPS CANNOT HANDLE THE HEAT, STAY OFF OF MORIANITY AND OUT OF SOUTH FLORIDA, OLD PAL BOXER, MISTER KINCHEN!!!!!!!!!

There is no such thing as random, all randoms are really disguised cosmic patterns. This is a powerful truth known by a handful of the upper echelon ESS, huh Flash Joe Berrios Gordon????????????????????????

OK, so I woke up to neighbor noise in the hallway, then after falling back to sleep a few minutes, came a brutal fire alarm which repeated again while trying to blog and put up the previous chapter. But the UTILITY ATTACK WAS HORRENDOUS TODAY, a total blatant mother fucking violation of my civil, my human, and my United States so-called protected Constitutional Rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The odds of this being a paranoid delusion are a million to one folks, as I have my internet which was fucked with huge time with AT&T, and my television which was simultaneously being fucked with huge fucking time, with Comcast.

My health is just about gone, and this is nothing short of a total COLD BLOODED MOTHER FUCKING MURDER, WORLD, BY THIS EVIL NATION IN WHICH I AM FORCED TO RESIDE, WORLD COURT IN TH EHAGUE, and anyone out there believing the lies about this country being so benevolent and wonderful, when it is filled with secret agents who target INNOCENT FUCKING PEOPLE LIKE ME TO BE PERSECUTED, AND WIPED OUT, FOR NO REASON; UNTIL THE FUCKING DAY THAT THEY DIE, DESTROYING ENTIRE LIVES; is the truth, you are buying the hugest hoax and hype since Jesus and Christianity and all that total fucking malarkey crap, so the church can join the governing force to rule over the ignorant masses from womb to tomb. Stay sheeple dumb if you choose, or wake up. I am not accusing any particular person, how can I in good conscience? After-all, the greatest movie in the fucking universe, ''CONSPIRACT THEORY'', said it all, or Mel Gibson did in the nineties, ''If it isn't a super terrific conspiracy, it would be exposed and stopped'', I shouldn't really quote this as I admit to this being a paraphrase, but it's dam fucking close, and even my realtor friend Karen Simons went totally ape shit when she and her hubby Jim saw it that night in the theater, and she called me and told me that, and this I CAN QUOTE, ''Mark, you're the freaking taxi driver'', well, I am not really Mel Gibson, no folks, I am too busy being me, the oppressed, the persecuted, the quintessential nightmare, pathetic pitiful non-Ronstadt Mark Wayne Mohr of once Hammonton, New Jersey, and now the goddess forbid, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ES-MWG. Well, Di-Karen, at least back then, the family kept its distance. Now let me light up
Patty's scary candles and say thissssss, Erica-83. They don't pour on utility attacks unless they really want to gain points super badly on the fucking stock market, study today's charts, the October 17 stock market, if you read this after 9:30 AM Friday, as MC puts it so perfectly, it will be too late. Just how much this family has done and just how much the 'BFA' has done is something I can't know. How can I know in the name of shit, my peeps, YO, how? I am all fucking ears, but Mel Gibson said it all; and said it 1000 times better than I ever will be able to, YO!!! This is a very perfect conspiracy, but they are still not perfect, they make mistakes, and so when I produce real world evidence, they have to be already in place with what is called, COVERS. These covers are already ahead of things, already in place to DEAL WITH shit that I might ever be able to try and prove to anyone. This is why my blogging audience has it within their power to alter the world someday. If one of you with power would help me to get to the bottom of this nightmare, this entire universe will alter, and freedom will again be restored, it may take time, but your children will be 1000000000000000 times better off, whether you will live to see this or not. That's a quadrillion, YO, and that's a lot!!!!!!!

If I had your great candles, Patty, YO, maybe I could know more than the eighty-one magical GAWNUM units, but still; with a computer program, I could have 100 or even 1000 things that match up to each of these numbers, and the real trick with this is a skill that becomes acquired over time, in using this wild shit, folks. It does not reveal the all in the all without your own interaction and creativity, in the questioning of shit all around you. Total omniscience is indeed a possibility, but with a great program and lots of human skill, so that proper questions can be fitted into the answers that you initially suspect, and then keep working the same magic that evolution claims to be doing, real peeps of science don't need me to explain what I mean by that statement any further. Sorry for those who just don't get it, what can I say here, Mister JAY-JAY Good Times Evans, BRO, old mustache twirler, YO??????????????? Well peeps, it is midnight, and I am going to post this blog up to the great interconnected networking system of computers. You can only imagine GINA and all others, how the DOW JONES WILL FLY UP 500+ POINTS ON TOMORROW'S STOCK FUCKING MARKET, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My heart is major fucked up, and so is the chest wheezing and coughing, and all as a result of a major mother fucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT ON ME, TODAY, AND OFF AND ON NOW FOR SOME TIME RECENTLY, AND WE ALL KNOW WHY, UNLESS WE BELIEVE IN TOOTH FUCKING FAIRIES INSTEAD OF BULLS AND BEARS AND BERRIES AND NUTS AND LOW SOUNDS ON TAPES FROM SPEED CHANGES, HUH COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS OF 1981, YO????????????? This blog is not for Mickey Mouse. It is for grown peeps, so anyone small who likes cheese too much, perhaps might be better off going to the home button on your keypad that takes you to the top of the blog where that nice ''NEXT BLOG'' prompt is right there for you. Stay here, and you will hear some huge true shit; I am tired of fucking pussy footing around now for five plus god dam ass years. My health is being destroyed by these monster poison gas attacks, totally covertly, and also before this began in late 1987, four and a half fucking years earlier on June the fourth of 1983, at 10:30 PM, EDST; I was struck down by the WOMO MILITUFORCE, and all of these fucking rotten ESS major enemies, whoever they all really are, but no more Mister Nice-Guy. It's time now for me to spill the beans all out of the fucking can, and really begin to talk. You see, if it was not for Shirley sending me to a powerful strange medical office off of Grant Avenue in 1984, the entire universe as we know it here on this atomic signature, would be way different. Here we are supposedly the greatest superpower nation in the galaxy, and we cannot even avert a silly political pile of nonsense that is going to become a major fucking disaster, most likely. Then peeps are all running around, actually thinking that these humans could do all of these wild things talked about on the wild conspiracy theory shows, and please don't think of me as a traitor to the cause. I am a realist who is desperately attempting to point all of you in a more correct direction. Sure they have a lot of technology and yes they have incredible power and can do a lot of wild fucking shit, but without the others in the ESS that they are just a tiny part of, they couldn't find their fucking hands, Silver-Jeff. Look people, I do not know who knows what about things we just don't talk about in the entertainment world, but I think anyone reading this knows that I know, that only one thing can save my life from these chemtrail assaults. Anyone with working ears, knows what these things have done to MC. I don't like getting on this, but if I wanted to really get into it, 1000 pages would be written, and those that know, know what I could spout off about here. If anyone out here thinks that I intend to go quietly into that good night, as they say; you can quietly fucking forget it, because I am not. If I get any sicker, I am typing the entire story, then printing it out, then sending copies to every major research laboratory in this country and ten of the top press outlets of ten of the biggest cities. If you think this is a poker bluff, then call me, mother fuckers, as Bonjovi and all of you cock suckers know there is smoke, and where there is smoke, 9 for 10, a nasty fire is burning. I feel a little bit like Doctor Julia Hoffman on ''Dark shadows'', regarding the earthquake. I was tempted last night to tell you it was going to happen and perhaps would have if I also had remembered from the last cycle around, that the WOMO would persecute me so badly today, because the little babies on the street weren't getting their way. Only real die hard DS fans will know what is being said here, so ask one if you are not one. Remember the predictions of several calamities as 1970 came in, and no, not the destruction of Haddonfield, but yes, the Sunram Eclipse? Well, think of the Earthquake as this little Dark Shadows reenactment here in what you call, ''real life''. Don't say this blog was not here to tell you first hand, Lenny McKinnon, old music inventor/promoter, and yes, my kid loves and worships you, for reasons that astound, amaze, and stymie me beyond any possible words. I really cannot believe that you are not as pissed off as I am at this jet phenomenon, Mariah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This to me is the true eighth wonder of the world, you can all have your saucers and aliens and Bluebooks and Falcon/Condor whistle blowers, as next to my story, this is all one big mother fucking pile of crap, that verifies 100% that the old adage is real and true, you know, ''There are more horses asses than there are horses''. Maybe you were right not to have too much faith in my staying totally silent, I only have one thing that can vindicate my story of truth, and that is you, great one!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, I do not see my doctor for three weeks, and have no money to risk going to some emergency room as I did in New Jersey, to get the one thing that I know will temporarily counter the chemtrail assault on my health, and that is that shit they give you where you take 6 pills the first day, then 5, then 4, and so on until six days down the road you take the one final pill. It is some type of a synthesized lung tissue steroid, don't ask, I am not a doctor. I only know what works to combat this death siege of SKY POISON. But as with all things, it is harder and harder to get the shit that really works, not a lot of medical peeps will write the stuff that truly will help you, and I know why. It is a huge ESS controlled CONSPIRACY. But as I said and again, we get right back to the sixties and that conversation on that super cool television show, DS, with Doctor Hoffman and Barnabas Collins, and I reiterate what Barney told Julia Hoffman, and I mean it, and to all of you; Before they get to me, I will get to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that any way you want to take it, Bill Reed and Tom Ridge, as I will do what needs to be done in order to survive, and you would do the same exact mother fucking thing, so don't even bother telling me you wouldn't or I'll spit right in your cereal. You think you're going to covertly take my mother fucking life, YOU CAN FORGET IT, AT LIGHT SPEED! Shove your fucking CAPS not working and ON & DON hack up your cunt, Frank Wunder and John Nemeth, from Mars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lab Technicians, PEE CARD, ''go carefully'' Paula!!!!!!! The blind leading the blind, there is no place like this planet, Dorothy Gozzwald. Gravity; this entire thing makes me laugh out loud, at a lot of decibels; Russ Deflavia. I was more than happy to wait for Dawn-Marie King to come along, more than happy, and any examiner at the Library of the Congress that digs up my shit from fucking 1975, knows it, even though it was merely the flip side of the song called, ''Spirit Peace''. You taught me well how to be a loyal family person, Frank Lombardo, as I said all along; and brought up AMC ''hyper-dimensionally'' to also do, and that is that you can learn in white-matter-space from the good, and black-matter-space from the bad. Those who need to know, I'm quite confident know what is being said. The message is not for those that do not. Call it Empire State Technology if you like, EST for short. You see Cuzz, I know that your mind is able and willing to go into possibilities that many others won't go, and this is why you have 10 gaga bucks and others do not, or at least is one of the major reasons. I had you so fucked up that day whirling around in your loud helo-bird, and just thinking about this makes me spin around like Curly Howard used to do on TV. I haven't felt like doing that since PP left me that wild threatening voice-mail message some time back, AHA-AHA-AHA-MIKE MICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, this was indeed a super fucking BOTBAR day, they fucked with about ten things electronically and hacked me to death on many fronts, and hurt my health big time. I may very well die soon, maybe today; and all those culpable in various degrees, will answer fucking charges!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have no mother fucking idea what I've secretly set up for just this early departure eventuality, YO!

''MORIANITY''

THE ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA ANE ME:

MORIANITY PART 6 CONTINUES:

I HOPE you are ENJOYING READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 34. 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!!!!!

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Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	The winds of war, Time travelers from our future, G one with the wind,

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.

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Sometimes, 2 peeps get into real messes, huh???

Storm that buried Plains slams Great Lakes region

PayPal co-founder Levchin launches new mobile payment start-up, if he can get out of this messy deal that is. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971, OLD PAL.

WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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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''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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« 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:

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU HA-HA,

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:

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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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

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.

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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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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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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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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 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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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!

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes, I want this on all blogs that follow, for a while anyway. This comment that was left by either the QFG or the gentleman named Michael either acting or not acting at their behest, posted it onto my 2007 blogs, shortly after my 70 day give or take a few sabbatical that I took from my nearly eight year blogging career of today. Anyone of you can officially check this out anytime to verify its authenticity regarding when my blog posted, and when this comment did as well. This is now part of the Morianity Master Sheet System of Part 6.

If the history of the Great War of the ancients were ever recorded, except by the black-tongued o ones own tales, It would cause Man to stand in awe (or disbelieve) that such Huge Satelitic Masses were ever deliberately tossed throo this atmosphere in an attempt to Demolish all 2 of the "Little Men" Great Works. Fortunately for Mankinds ego only a Gypsy will tell another of that Catastrophe. and we are a descredited (sic) peopole (sic) , ages ago. HAH! Yet, 2 Man Wonders where "we" came from, and I Do Not Believe that they will ever know. These folks on this planet are so engrossed in their puny pettiness & Squabbles that If the Great Bombardment were to happen again They would destroy each other in blind Panic. 2 Ah! Well, Their own "Great Book" Prophecys (sic) that they will surely do so and kick this Planet off its orbit, away from its Solar System, even "The Moon shall not shed her glow" & Well, stars "falling" & the Sun "Going out" or away, seemingly. They will 1 blast this Jewel into Dead Space . A good thing that we have Learned to not war. pyac ma droba jesi tlodlic' Truscani The Atruscans know 2 Generosity overwhelms. My Dear Brothers: No one Single Man has dared before to do so Much to expose the facts of the Matter before us. I say to you that this Man Fears and so Will not ever go any farther than this "Soapbox." He Definitely Lacks Character ENOUGH to go further. So do not concern yourselves with Him at All. What if I am Wrong? Even then do Not be Concerned. I say to you this 2 man is Plainly too interested in "Who" shall be Wrong" Rather than whether his touch upon Fundamental Principles of Force utilization is or is not so. Thus He tys (sic) Himself all up firmly. In short, he is a "Small" man, too small to Lay himself upon the alter of Such Exploration as Would be necessary to Prove Definitely that he is correct beyond any doubt. No, He is "Proud-Small" and will only defend his investigations, Not that theory, at all. As you see, it is plain, on the final Pages of this, His "Soap-box," Even if Some one Else took up the Work
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he recommends to "enacted by Law" It is now already to Late for the Gaiyori are too Madly Racing to destroy each other & will Very Soon Do So, over a Mere Parcel or two of the sections of this Planet, or over Who is Right 1 & Who is Wrong or from Jealousy (ENVY) of the other. They are yet Children, These Humans, Show it too Clearly. As things Stand, They Value Materiall thing & Will not apply themselves to True Values of Their own Great Prophetic Book. In Principal Yes, but Not Practice No Christian Nation or Diplomat will ever be of True Value to another. Thus, Destruction. This Man is No Different 2 He too is Not of a "Big Spirit" enough. Dle Puka

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Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle

Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil nation nation ratio ration, to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

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Blog # 16 of “RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES FOOTBALL”
091707.611 (AKA SEPTEMBER 17, 2007, MRS. M).

Well everybody, here comes quite a freaking story, so B bathroom relieved, get your beer and pretzels, or whatever, your comfy-chair, and etcetera, and let us go, or if I were the purring cat radio of the Callio/Martino Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area, I now would B telling U to “Grab some tail and hold the shit on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, starting on Friday the seventh of September, of the year Ano Dominae of two thousand and seven, I have been under a major MO death siege, and once more in reiteration, this stands 4 MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. I also have shortened this to MILOTA, same diff, it all can B translated in totally synonymous meanings, to liquid pig shit, mixed with sour vinegar, hurl juices from all the patients receiving chemotherapy, and further meshed together with those extra niceties such as beer urine, dog dung, monkey cum, and aides infected blood. Yummy in the tummy, drink up Milota, but let me do video distance delay Swiscan and observe your facial expression, pweeeze!!!!!!! My Morians, I am getting kemtrails, planes, choppers, big time health attack death beams and sky poisons, utility attacks, breaking and entering into my trailer, violations of all of my Civil Rights as a legally born law abiding United states Citizen.

Let me start with the attack at 10:30 this morning, a super loud and low milituforce plane and then a half hour later, a milituforce roof scrapping house shaking chopper, struck me, zenithing my personal space, to keep this Dirtbag stock market from ever going in any direction other than up into the fucking stars. I am going to open an E-TRADE on-line trading account, and do what I should have done when the market crossed 12,000 points 4 the first time, as I swore that I would do, but fucking pussied out!!!!!!! Admitantly, I actually lost one more bet than I won in opposite shooting, by in fact winning more bets out of 36 non-green spins than I lost, with 4 green house vig pop ups. On the 10/100 betting level, we would lose as a partnership one time, or $90, and then add on 4 half-loss betting amounts for the house vig, or $55 times 4, or $220. Minus 90 and another minus 220 totals a $310 total loss, we each thereby would lose $155.00, and this happens about 1 out of 8-10 times, and this weekend was one of those times. Still in the last 10 paper play games, I am now still roughly holding a 70% loss out of the total 360 non green spins of outcomes of numbers of 1-36. Hence, by my losing my $10 betting amounts, Eddie Him would B winning his $100 betting amounts. Starting 2C yet my readership how I am about 2 kick some serious and quiet ass at the Atlantic City Casinos, and very soon, so if Eddy or I develop more health problems that interfere with our ability to go there and play, I accuse all of the mobsters and Briggers and all others whom I have accused on all of my prior DYING MANS DECLARATIONS of doing this to me and Eddie. Nothing works 100% of the time, even planets collide, even stars eventually burn out, and without getting into high dimensional scientific math equations, and keeping it simple, nothing is an absolute that is based on any type of statistical situations. Parallel event 4 example when applied to various things, have various degrees of long run effects. With roulette, applying two of the number parameters against the remaining third one of the following spin, such as every time a black and odd comes out, the next outcome has 26 highs and only 4 lows, UR now at a table where U can take advantage of this running parallel event. The long run play advantage on playing anything where a ration between these, and I SAID A RATIO MACHIME MIND, Aniwho, the advantage is 7% over 50/50, provided this ratio is 5:1 or greater. 26:4 is indeed a 5:1 or better ratio. Don’t get excited Governor Corzine and Sora, but I know what I know, and this is going 2 lead me into a new topic soon, and will B in this blog. So stay-C tuned my Morians, and Lessians!!!!!!! Spell checker wants me to change my non-Morians to female gays, but again, I know what I am talking about, do all of U really????????

Despite the evil empire scoring against me last week with huge gains on all of the entire evil trilogy, which as U all ready should have known would B the case from reading the first blog that I posted last week regarding the major attack last weekend at my work site, that began this 11 day and counting super nightmare attack 4 me, I still managed 2 post 3 major blogs last week containing a warehouse of shit that I know that ‘they’ did not want up on the Blogger dot com website!!!!!!!!!! I will go on telling and rating, all the things that these wicked satanic dirty sleaze balls do 2 me until the day I get put into a box and laid to rest, which of course is your MW viewpoint on death and dying 4 the most part. However, I know only 2 well that I am using Google and Blogger, and my own website of www.morianity-foundation.com as basically a TIME CAPSULE. This is not so different from the many dozens of tightly wrench capped soda bottles that I buried all over a roughly 3000 square mile area in 5 counties and 2 states, with messages in them back in 1987, 1987, and 1988, that I have buried in holes roughly 40 inches deep. Still this is the low teck time capsule and was the only avenue of opportunity available 2 me at that present time, whereas now, wow, I have the Al Gore Boulevard, [information highway], or said perhaps better with some deflation of ego 2 one individual, the interconnected network of the personal and business computer system of the globe. I know all 2 well that not many R reading my stuff, and those that R, think that I am the epitome of Looneytuneville. This is OK, but over the weekend, the next door guard whom I told this blog that I’ve not seen 4 close to two months now, appeared at my post on all 3 of my working shifts, just popped back into my life. I know a mission from the sixth dimension is behind this occurrence, they really take me for the President of the Stupidity Club of Planet Earth. He was mentally manipulated to come over and attempt 2 discourage me from my blogging efforts and activities with my website, telling me and it is true, I’ll admit 2 it, that everyone is in their own little world, and unless U are a name recognized person, no one will read or care about anything that U ever write and publish/post up 2 a web logging site. A simpler translation would B that if Britney or Lindsey started a blog, and told the silliest things in the world, it would get millions of hits, first because of WHO they R, and secondly because they R young honey female knock outs. I do not dispute this, but more to the story exists here, as is the case with all things, but a person needs to really carefully scrutinize the facts in their entirety and totally analyze even the remote and distant parts that make up a reality situation, B4 throwing their last towel into the cold dark sea, and then just stand on the jetty shivering to fucking death!!!!!!!!!! I am using Pyre Labs and Google and Blogger dot com, and my website, not to communicate with those living so much in the here and now, but mostly, far out into the future spaces of the fourth dimension. On the 3rd dimension, 600 years away is just that, it is 600 light years of photonic distance away from presently interacting waves and particles that make up our reality and that of all around us as people of the Earth, but on the higher 4th dimension, these waves and particles R all in one clump, together meshed and mixed together. On this 4th dimensional space, the present, and 50 million years back or ahead, all is one and the same, just not here in the conscious world that exists inside a more limited three dimensionality. Translation to the 2nd grade, as I pen these blogs, people that will not pop out of their moms in third dimensional space, the yet un-born, R those that I am speaking all of this 2 and revealing what I have learned from the two loves of my life, the great lightning goddesses, Diana Zudlowcronesia Arteemis, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. These lovely teen queens R still teen queens in your future time as well, they R the sane yesterday, today, and tomorrow, as explained above in the fourth dimension, and then complexities far beyond this also R involved in the cosmic mix. So whoever comes to and reads any of my blogs or comes 2 my website, in the world of today, this dark aged 20th/21st century era, fine and dandy. Welcome, UR one of the chosen few who thirst and quest 4 the real truth not some cult or religious organization, that after all is said and done, is interested in two things, the money it can get from its flock, or the sex it can get from other cult members. This also is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, some things in the mortal world just never change, and this is a total fact of life 4 Hair, Blair, and all of us.
Hopefully now, I can tell my troubles and what some force is doing, to wreck my life for 40 years or so; 2 a more enlightened and socially advanced population, praise B to the great Sarah-Stacey. Speaking of the All Mighty, I will B posting a song that I recently wrote lyrics around a melody that I wrote in 1997, and it is called, “She’s Sarah-Stacey”. My 4 new song posts will B this one, Lois Foca, MO, and That’s The Way It Goes, written in 1969, and rearranged slightly in 1981 when the song was sent down for (C) to the Library of Congress Copyright Office, along with a set of other tunes.

Do not get me started with EXPLORATRONS, TRACEDUPS, PLAYFIELDS, and ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORKS, or AWEN. Believe it or not, AMEN was really pronounced differently once, and a few Trappis Monks , one of which invented the game of ROULETTE, SRI HERMAN ROULE, and a few KNIGHTS TEMPLAR and SECRET MASON ORDERS, and ROSICRUCIANS, the real ones, not the piss-ant new-agers, and some Variagi Masters, and Himalayan Buddhists, and a rare few other ‘knowers’ and ‘seers’ know of this major secret, and Merlin, the great wizard was one of them, and when he tried to tell King Arthur about it, he went mad and needed 2B secretly ‘towered’.

Here is the truth about the 2280’s, 300 years ahead in the 4th dimension from the times of my residing at Robin Hill and recording my dance demos, and being employed at RPL Sound Studio, and the rest of the total packaged nightmare. It was the end of the 80s, the late autumn of 1988, and I worked 4 a very crooked and evil security outfit that had their private detective license pulled more than once, but they regained their business by simply changing names and starting all over again, the Dario family. They had a lovely daughter who reminded me quite a bit of my Sarah, but that is all there is to this part of the story. One day they had me working on a post that amounted to no more than my sitting in my car at an intersection in Philadelphia right under the highway over passing me called I-95. The intersecting streets that I refer to are Walker and Water Streets, in South Central Philadelphia. Dorothea Dario had sent inspectors to all the sites with the weekly paychecks for all of their security guards. My pay was way short and I drove 2 blocks to a Wawa or some little store near the river so that I could call the office and tell her my pay was short, and there were phones at this store, and this was in the days B4 cellular telephones. She landed into me and hollered at me and cursed at me, and was so monstrous, that I drove back on site, sat there 4 an hour, and then decided my life was so hellish and this was the straw that broke my back as well as the proverbial camel’s. I drove my car right into the Delaware River, off of a pier nearby and through a barrier, and sank to the bottom of a murky deep water system, dark and cold. Suddenly water was gushing in and no door would open. I drowned and remember being back in my car at Walker and Water Streets, dry and warm, heater running loud and delivering powerful nice heat. I tried 2 move, but could not so much as wink an eyelid. I tried to yell as hard as I could, but again, nothing!!! This went on what seemed, and this is the Stacey’s honest truth, days and days, and then all of a sudden I could move, suddenly like magic, but no time had ticked by. I had looked at my car radio clock just B4 driving the short 2 blocks from the post site, into the Delaware River. It read 7:12 Post Meridian. It now was showing its bright red digits of 7:14, just two lousy minutes of time passes. Where was I for this endless period of still coma, and why wasn’t I dead and drowned? How did I get out of the bottom of the river? I did, that is all I know. Then, 2 entities were just there, in my back seat, little child or dwarf like things with long line type of eyes. Olympian’s have these types of eyes on the Astral Plane. At the time, I had little awareness of such things, I did not say any, I said little. Let me continue now bringing this story around to its ultimate loop where we talk about the great Paula Flatire Kong King!!!! She 2 this day follows me around and flattens my tires, I caught her doing this to my vehicle outside John Kennedy Hospital, where my mother flat lined after all these wicked Lambrigg cultists did what they did to her that none of the great medical experts could ever get to the bottom of and medically figure out, not the areas finest neurologists and brain surgeons and cardiologists, and the list is laundry length. She was letting air out of my driver’s side front tire when I came out from visiting my mom after she regained consciousness but was never ever the same again. U prosecutors of these Jersey county’s should B so ashamed of your filthy rotten selves, letting so much fucking crime go outrageously unpunished while claiming I am a delusional mentally ill nut case. If Jack McCoy was not a phase four prosecutor from a fictional television show and I could get to tell my hellish shit 2 someone like him, wow would my troubles B on the way towards an end, and MO’s problems would B just about 2 begin, big-time. A left side major death angel attack just struck me here as I penned this at quarter past jive five, it is major, and still after a full minute is just starting 2 dissipate. Anyway, back 2 the 2 entities that were suddenly JUST in the back seat of my car, all weird and with a sort of a semi-glow, at Walker and Water Street’s, and Sorry Wall Street, but U’ve hit me hard and long, now this story needs come out, hold on Mizz Cat purr, a tail spin should result, and if it does not, I will simply buy one contract on my credit card and start fucking E-trading, just try 2 fucken’ stop me bwaby-wuv Elmer!!!!!! They told me all about the World Lab, but it was not until AD2007 that I learned that Paula King the teen queen friend of Sarah who would go on 2 produce descendants that would someday control the world. Finally, a world will B controlled by the scientific community instead of these morons in politics and religion. These 2 powerful structures that R there 2 impose ways that all semi-educated and half intelligent persons fully know R there for the sole purpose of population and civilian control. Scientists on the other hand by their very nature R quite the opposite and this control and greed world of the ego that exists in most of global society today, will B wiped clean out within a couple of centuries. Unfortunately, unlike the conceivers of Star Trek, there R as yet other unforeseen evils ready 2 instantly replace these old day negatives, with an entire and yet 2B fathomed huge new set of problems, problems do not go away on this miserable Earth, they merely change in their form and adapt very nicely with the ever moving spirit of the times, whatever these times may B. Aniwho, they told me all about this World Lab, that it was there in the late third of the 23rd century, and that in 2301 an incredible accident happened leading to send-backs and pop-ups that R in this present time, and with numerous agendas. Nothing is ever precisely as predicted and written in a prophetic book, but read Doctor Bruce Goldberg’s book called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, in case UC me as a rambling sickie on a mental disability and with a credibility of zero-minus, as here is a normal by accepted sociological standards dude, with a Doctorate in Philosophy, a PHD for crissake!!!!!!! Traced-ups and play-fields causes the originals when in sub-conscious states by the mortal world MW view of looking at this, to ‘dream it in’ so 2 speak, and ‘controllers’ who R high positioned in this astral entertainment network, can trace copy the dream travelers or the EXPLORATRONS, and enter into their interactive play-fields. I was placed in a beautiful garden area where a building sat that only I knew about. Sarah-Stacey appeared 2 me 10 or more years older than I normally C her at her endless 16th birthday. She was quite a young lady, and every bit as beautiful as ever, and she told me that she was “going to destroy all life on the world that she had created and the world and the heavens around it as well”, quote me, I would dare not lie about something of this magnitude. I begged her not to do this 4 the gods only know what reason, as right now I admit that I wish this galaxy would turn into a mud of shit. Aniwho, her words back 2 me after I had put in this emotional request, begging her on my knees, “Because U loved Diana, I will spare the world 4 now”. This happened, and if I lie, it is on me with the eternal weight and value attached that naturally would B on matters in line with these. All of these exploratronic interactions or interactions that mortals in phase 3, shift into while here and dropping out their conscious mind or [falling asleep] as the MW would so term this, occur when U do not simply return to the astral realer or truer higher reality that all ready UR existing in. However, this is not the case all the time, and when we do not shut off here and resume there, not that really any parallel connection is any realer than we all choose 2 make it B anyway, but in these such instances, instead of as mystic guru’s of the esoteric would put it, dreaming on the astral plane or realm, we instead R interacting [dreaming] in hyperspace as sort of a recessant personality against and compared with another HSM or hyperspace me, only the dominant other world or parallel universe counterpart, he or she is in a conscious wavelength, and to him or her, U the dreaming invader to that world R an EXPLORATRON. This is one of several ways in which some ‘travelers’ of the ‘mind’ [6th-D] is mind, get caught in a no-return cosmic rip tide that leads down into the sub life of the microbes, germs, viruses, and the split leveled awareness's in the subatomic and sub molecular interactions that can B labeled as PHASE 5 BEINGNESS. We cannot go here 4 a long time, U only think I have said outlandish bizarre things as of yet so far, so 4 now, I will cool it!!!!!! Paula King and Sarah and Nina, and other friends from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
city, NJUSAESMWG, R all part of the hugest inter-cycle happenings imaginable, and the chain that John Henningsen gave me, has many secrets and answers all locked up within it. Remember that if U or I dream about an object, B it your TV set or lamp or a wrist watch or a car or anything, it is now an astrally connected or more accurately astrally empowered object, right here on the physical plane. The story of World Lab is only known about presently by me, as David Roth whom also knew about, WAS MURDERED earlier in this miserable freaking century. However, a taped life journal may very well B turned over 2 some one some day, and this may get 2 various people in various futures and parts of 3-D space along the time line, missing some and hitting others, but when I tell Google, I am speaking directly to the future, so long as they remain active, and then there is laser trace, distance delay scan, Swis, and the great lunar satellites that link up with Earth orbital’s as well, that make a huge field that can synthesize great distances. I will detail World Lab, Paula King, Sarah and her friends, whether I have sufficient claims to state with accuracy and authority that she is living on Earth, and really is the All Mighty Jehovah Goddess, and on and on, but later on in the 4th dimension we can detail these things, along with the magical and extremely powerful CHAIN, which spells CHINA in a different alphabetized combination, the first builders of bead counters, and the I-Ching, which is really, based on the first premises of computer systems, as a hexagram can B face up or down blocks on sticks or [wands], and based on the yin/yang possibilities of a throwing of these wands, each of the six are a binary code of a sorts, and this is real, it has tranced me to things that I dare not talk about today, nor will I 4 some time. The Deliverance Hex is the one that propelled and hurled me on the night or early morning of the 7th of December of 1996, to the street in Atlantic City with Sarah, at the Trinidad, and I learned that what I was searching 4 and going totally crazy over, was right there in front of my nose all along, but without the I-Ching, I would have lost it and B in a mental health facility forever out of my mind and forever nuts, millions of years of coma and insanity, is thesis somebody’s idea of Next Generation HELL, Engineer Jordy, or what?????????

Well Big brown eyed beautiful girl, no matter what U ever do 2 me, my love 4U great Jehovah Stacey is as infinite as your upline thought, and yes, I screwed up when attempting 2 explain on a PB the size dimensionality of the endless upline and downline series of multiverses that all loop together in this strange and very mysterious location that U have all heard me refer 2 as the SIXTH DIMENSION. All of everything here in the downline totaled together, can never B as great as the smallest thing above us in the uplines, and concentrically, the up-line's smallest thing is greater and larger than all of their down-lines all totaled up together, but any way, my long bright brown haired teen queen, your parents nor Diana’s powerful evil brother will never stop my endless infinite love 4 U my great queen. I made some bad mistakes, but if U give me just one more chance, I will not let U down. I know U came 2 me as Giant Sharon in early August of 1998, and I blew it like a stupid scared little wuss that I am, can U ever forgive your special doggie, THAT BOY, Zeranniss Yancy?????????????

www.morianity-foundation.com and know the truth that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL IS COVERING UP. This brings date and time file 00000IX to an end. END TRANSMISSION.

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