MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER 35
9:00
POST MERIDIAN, 22 OCTOBER, 2013
GOOGLE,
SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and World Lab, this is
co-copyrighted under MARK MOHR AND PSUDO MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. We must
now END TRANSMISSION, lest I B fired from my measly rotten
job!!!!
BUT JUST WHAT JOB ARE WE DISCUSSING HERE, D.E.?
BUT JUST WHAT JOB ARE WE DISCUSSING HERE, D.E.?
CAL,KALI, CALLIO, great SSJKK, I WILL CU SOON--VERY SOON-- if I have 2 jump on the RR tracks every day until I am not retraced again back into this hell.
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Now we go on and explore the quite mysterious time period from this point up through into the following late May in the year of 2008. What we will discover is a lot more than memory blocks and mind-tampering that I already know Robert McGuire of Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey is somehow part of this society of ''controllers'' who are covering up any one of dozens of Disney Monster-ASS secrets that are known only to authorized members of the upper echelon ESS.
First off, Anitahack Hotshotlawyer, is not the only wild friend, in the long arm listings of the late David Charles Roth. As I have been blogging this folks, the computer is being messed with, one of the hackers faves according to the ''CANE'', is messing with people's fucking word and office programs. Recently the news has been telling of how two lifers were freed from prison, using court documents that were forged, and hackers of some kind doing bad things with documents. My mother said a long time ago, 'computers and machines belong to the devil himself'. Well Lenny McKinnon Disneymonster, I hope you are enjoying your great days of final feast, W----O----W!!!!!!!!!
What I want to show first and foremost, is the flavor and spirit of the times during the pre-May-OH-8 period in my blogs, and then how overnight, Mister Quantum Entanglement Fuzzyinbetweens, began to suddenly twist and twirl and work their leprechaunical magic on my life, on a sudden dime, just as in 1986 when awakening out of what you would all call, my powerful lucid vivid dream from the night of the fifteenth of August.
There
was a major timeline change in case the 'Hawking Group' is not
getting this yet, and the magical line in the sand is the first half
of May of 2008, give or take a day or so. Anyone reading MORIANITY he
way Seminary Schools of Divinity encourage thorough reading of
Biblical Christian Scripture, knows this without me barking so ofter
about it.
David
had a pile of incredibly outlandish friends as well as peeps he was
in a regular correspondence with, and this would include the large
percentage of female entertainers, as well as the head of the NSA at
the time, Oliver North, and peeps along this line. I personally know
of no other non-celebrity person, who was in regular contact with so
many peeps of high profile name recognition. There is indeed a point
to all these things, and I'll get to it, just at the right time, so
please take my word for it. Now if we were discussing the big land
owner 'O', this activity would be completely normal, and as ADA Ron
Wirtz put it so well that day very early in the nineties, without the
not part, NOT AT ALL SPURIOUS BEHAVIOR. But this was just a guy like
me, a security guard by night and a sleeper by day, and a high school
education, and nothing special beyond that, at least not on any
surface or visible way that I could ever detect. Still, Ron Wirtz
Senior seemed to either know or sense 'something', that we can leave
alone for right now, as getting into it is gigantic stuff regarding
our favorite topic or mine anyway, HYPERSPACE. I do not mean to harp
on this subject and drive anyone mad or annoy them, so please do not
send the Disney-Monsters after me, Road-Trip-Hubcap Smasher of 1996,
thank you. Still folks, I cannot ignore bullshit all around me that
had totally ruined and completely devastated my entire mother fucking
life.
NOW
I AM GOING TO DO A PASTED RE-PRINT.
The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
Friday, December 14, 2007
DATFILE XXIV TEOHIV
THE
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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
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Local and State police and authorities, MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, THEY r TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD, THESE PEOPLE HAVE MURDERED ME AS THEY MURDERED MY MOTHER IN 2000 ad, AND David Roth in 2002, and his mother also: We have all been ILLEGALLY EXECUTERD THROUGH SECRET COVERT COURTS AND AGENCIES SUCH AS FISA AND OTHERS TOO SECRET FOR SHOWS LIKE LAW AND ORDER TO EVEN KNOW ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION. NO ONE WOULD LIE WHEN FACING AN ANGRY ETERNAL GOD WHO PROCLAIMS THAT ALL LIARS WILL B CAST FOREVER INTO DOGTOWN, MORTAL WORD, HELL. THESE PERSONS AND AGENCIES R PERSECUTING ME STRAIGHT 2 MY GRAVE, AND BAVE BEEN SINCE EARLY IN THE 1980’S:
DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO AND HER HUSBAND AND PARENTS, MOB-BOSS MARTINO IN THE CLARIDGE CASINO IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, THE CALLIO AND MARTINO AND MCGUIRE FAMILIES, THE OWNER OF THE FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM-ED SNYDER, THE CIA FORCES RESPONSIBLE 4 PUTTING THE CASINOS IN ATLANTIC CITY 2 START WITH, THE NRO, THE NSA, THE NASA, AND MANY OTHER ORGANIZATIONS AND HIGH RANKING UNITED STATES MILITARY OFFICIALS. I BELIEVE THIS 2B TRUE AND HAVE GREAT AMOUNT OF EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS ALL OF MY CLAIMS, BUT CAN GET NOBODY TO EVER HELP ME, SO ONCE DEAD, IT IS THE SWORN DUTY OF ANY HONEST NON CORRUPT OFFICIALS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT, 2 DO THEIR JOB AND PROSECUTE THIS ENTIRE CONSPERACY OF ROTTEN SLIMY EVIL PERSONS THAT DID ALL OF THIS. I BELIEVE THIS ENTIRE STATEMENT 2B TOTALLY TRUE AND FACTUAL. IF I AM LYING I SUBMIT TO PURJURY AND SLANDER CHARGES, I AM TELLING THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.
Last night I was supposed to go to the club I mentioned about big and beautiful women, but the enemy screwed everything up as usual. Then today, they staged a major accident, another famous INAC, right outside my home that knocked out my telephone landline as well as electrical power, affecting the entire area, all of Decosta and Hammonton, in New Jersey were blacked out, USAESMWG. This now is the third power outage, counting the small quicker ones, in about one week’s time. If the local PD would really check it out, they would find out that I am the victim behind all of this and that innocent persons on the roads R being put at a high risk of injury and death, all to persecute me. Any good competent investigator would C if they would ever properly investigate all the pole-hitting accidents that R causing my many power outages, they would in fact find a common link. No conspiracy is that good, Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson not withstanding. A major hack hit and a wipe out of more than a page of blogging occurred the past 2 hours. This is literally the worst day of 2007 4 me, and 2007 has without a doubt been the freaking worst year of my entire infinity.
Now I will attempt 2 correct the problem with my gapped out blog, as I am under the worst siege of my entire life. I was home 4 a while Ed worked on the computer here at Ann Silva’s place, and even at half past 4, the working electrical crew is still at it with a huge arrow blocking the one of two lanes of the eastbound route 30 traffic. Somehow the enemy or MO knew ahead of time, and time is simply a mortal mans conscious illusion, remember, that I was planning on getting my passport renewed today at the Hammonton, post office, NJUSAESMWG. Everything was saying about the 5th and the 6th dimension got poofed off the word program, all I can try now 2 do with very limited time as I must go to freaking work 2 night, and I did not cause this hacked and changed font, I am only typing normally, did not do a thing, and this is getting totally ridiculous and beyond absurd.
Phase 5 as U should now B aware of from reading and studying other blogging texts, is the energy that becomes the mass equivalent of events brought about mortally on phase three, after being first recorded on Millionth Council or electronic mediums, same difference. As I type now at about quarter past six this hellish Friday evening, a CIA/NSA CRASH LEVEL private airplane is buzzing and dogging me literally to my grave here at Ann Silva’s place, and she is witnessing all that is happening 2 me today. She was released Wednesday from the hospital that admitted her 4 pneumonia back on Monday night. U all R so lucky, seeing things the mortal way that all of U do. I know the truth, and am not one bit afraid 2 tell all of the world that YES I DO KNOW IT< LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!! If U could C it all with my level of pure simple awareness, U would not look at my way out sounding speeches as complex and crazy. I never said that the astral plane is a place, or that Santa Claus is living somewhere north of Canada in an underground elf-crowded toy shop. I said that everything is a condition-interaction, and that includes this tangible physical world and life as well. We will come back to this, but I need first to tell U more about another part of what was previously gapped out on this blog.
When I attended the special-ed school that I have made mention of on numerous past blogging texts, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, I made some mention of another girl in my life by the name of Sarah Jacobson, who attended the rehab part of this special-ed school, 2 separate parts, and she went around constantly bragging about being the strongest person, not the strongest girl, but the strongest person in the entire school. I knew beyond any doubt that she indeed was the “THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THE SCHOOL”, of which I had no doubt at all, and was indeed totally true. I still am attempting to click in and make repairs on the hack job that some evil MO whack job did 2 me. Bear with me PWEEEEEZE!!!!! She threw huge boys around like they were lunch boxes, and beat grown men teachers that were as tall as 6’3” in arm wrestles in 2 seconds; they didn’t even stand a chance. One night she came to me in a dream and said, not to me, but another boy standing nearby, as we all in this interaction were standing on a bridge nearby the school, and he asked her if he could kiss her and she replied, and I will never forget this in millions of mortal world-MW- years, “I don’t kiss boys”. The reason this stuck with me is not because of what she had said as she stood there dazzlingly gorgeous and tantalizing, 73 or 74 inches of ultimate female delight, and stronger than 3 grown men all put together, but the reason that it stuck with me 2 this very day is because, months later in the late spring of the year of seventy-two, about five months following this DREAM-INTERACTION, I was indeed standing on this bridge near the school, and there was a beautiful lake there in the Haddonfield Pennypacker Park, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the boy from the interaction was now also here, some kid at the school that was in Sarah J. {Cobson’s} class. Sure enough he asked to kiss her right there within feet distance of my ear shot, and I thought I would drop dead when I heard her say, “I don’t kiss boys”. I then heard this wise ass guy who was new at school and not aware of her power; say to her, “what, do U kiss girls? Then I heard a cracking sound so loud that my heart raced inside my fragile little chest, and this sound was his face literally being turned into a broken mass of less than human looking oozy goo. But I really knew she was 4 real, when I would C her wreck and destroy a kid by the name of Pat Lafarce in a 2 second smash-down arm wrestle, and all though I was 18 and he was 11 and a half, I couldn’t hold him off for even a second, so think what Sarah would have done to me. There was nobody like her; she had huge chocolate brown eyes, very long brown exquisite hair, and I know that indeed this was my Sarah and that she had infiltrated my school. Sarah was famous 4 being able 2 enter into my dreams, and then as U mortals would see it as, effect the direct reality around me after awakening from one of these dreams, that pertained 2 what these dreams were about. What girl, back in the early 1970’s anyway, today is totally different, went around bragging about her monstrous unfathomable physical strength? But she did, and all the time. Now when a person is under 20, a year is not felt the same way that a year is felt for us over 50 persons. One or two years now are meaningless, but in a person’s teens, it is quite a big chunky percentage of their life, am I not right? So Sarah in Atlantic City was not seen since the 12th of July of 1970, and here I am in the autumn of 1972.Now I had been friends with a dude named Jerry Heitzmann from Bellmawr, NJUSAESMWG, for just over a year, from my class, and now he had recently been placed into the REHAB class where Sarah was also attending. I had told him all about the great Sarah Krassle from Atlantic City, NJUSAEMWG. He secretly got me aside in the woods by the Pennypacker Park Lake by the “I don’t kiss boys bridge” as I named it ever since the dream came true, and he said to me something I will not forget in thousands of MW years, maybe never. He said that Sarah wants him to introduce me 2 her. I was scared out of my living mind, but I went during lunch break, into a room where she said to come in, and another boy, tall and thin, a rehab student, about 6’6” tall and slight of build with scraggly ugly long black hair, was talking to her and they were discussing marriage. I walked in, and stared up at both of these very tall people, while shaking in my whittle freaking boots. Sarah then said to him after smiling at me,” I wouldn’t date U or marry U if U were the last kid in the world” Then she came right over to me and said, “Hi, I’m Sarah, you’re a great looking boy”. At this point my heart was banging so fast in my chest, I honest to the gods believed that within seconds, I would pass out onto the floor, I got dizzy and light headed, and she grabbed my hand and helped me to sit down at a desk. Believe it or not, I said something that got the conversation turned to the re-election of President Nixon and how I all ready knew he would get it and that June the 17th of the year was gonna B a day for American history, and I said this 2 her. She smiled at me and said that I was right and that I had all ready lived through that date many countless times in a cycle that I should not B remembering. I did not totally understand it, but smiled, and told her that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Then like a total fool jag officer, Jerry blurted out, “Y not, she’s the great Sarah Krassle”? She immediately jumped up and touched the top of his head gently, and never again did he ever remember one thing that I had told him about the great Sarah. The next day she was not in the rehab class. 3 days later she still was not around, and no matter how much I tried 2 learn what had happened, everyone insisted that no such person ever was there. The kid that had his injury told me he was hit by his dad accidentally in the back yard of their home while they were doing some heavy landscaping work over the previous weekend. Do I really have to tell U that this is TRS?????????????? If I do, U go to REHAB or special ed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 a subject I’ve left alone 4 a while, the great WORLD LAB and the mid 22 hundreds, where I live and work as Labber Zeejins Arthurs. B4I go on with this, in case I forgot and this was part of what got gapped out on the blog today, the very worst day of my entire life, I think the enemy all ready knew I was gonna get my passport renewed at the Hammonton post office, NJUSAESMWG, and they do not wish 4 me 2 ever escape their evil empire, their prison that they’ve so carefully constructed covertly 4 me, and their wicked games that the gods R playing with me, through them. I said on another PBE, that U may have heard if U attended Sunday school, how “God works through people”. I know I heard it over and over. The type came out that God words through them, error, sahwee their rich prince of the capital!!!! Sure miss your great ads, lose that stinking Geico crap and put your great ads back on the freaking boob tube!!!!!! Anyone doubting time is being transcended via dream travel, forget warp drive garbage, U need 2 know the truth son!!!!!! I-Ching is very real, the part not found in most library books either, where this book of non-atomic-freezing, [CHANGES], has its true power of prophecy lie. The hexagram of DELIVERANCE saved my miserable life and sanity, some of it anyway, back in the mortal world year of 1996, when on the night of or early morning hours really, of the 7th of December, this time frame 4 me, will truly live in infamy!!!!!!! I was out of my skull trying to get to the bottom of this {Sarah situation}. I spent money in credit that I knew I’d never B able 2 repay, in my lengthy and tedious search and quest 2 locate this all mighty god of yours, Earthlings!!!!!!!! This story, a lot of it, not all of it, has been made mention of in prior blog texts, and a right side death angel just winged my right side as I type this now at around 8:17PM. If my passport is denied by the state department, it will just B another proof in my folder that I am not imagining any of this hell!!!!!!! I will find out in 7-9 weeks so the post office tells me, as of this date, Friday evening on 121407. Ever since awakening or whatever I [really] did, from my major interaction on the night of August 15th in 1986, I knew something beyond unexplainable had occurred. Christmas trees, talk about Captain Picard’s SHIP IN A BOTTLE. Y did I do this 2 your daughter? Because she is a very beautiful and desirous woman 4 starters, but I as Mountainpen did not do a thing 2 your dern daughter. This is all talked about in earlier Morianity. From day flock ducking crow eating number one, I always believed I was not really awake, and as time seemingly went on, I believed ever more, that eventually, I would ‘really’ awaken from this nightmare that I fell asleep into on this horrific 15th August day here in ’86!!!!!!!! I still refuse to ever part totally with this piece of the 6th dimension, and hold it very dear and close to my heart, [thought]. It keeps me going at many of my unfathomably darkest hours, here is Dogtown, Shawnee!!!!!!!! I know she put me in the bottle. Machines like U would never believe, exist in this World Lab in the mid late twenty two hundreds. 300 years ago, U try talking 2 anybody about jet air travel, spaceflights, moon landings, internet, television and radio, any of it, and they would lock U up so freaking tight, they would hear U squeaking a light year away bwaby-wuv!!!! I am telling U that I was probed when I fell into bed that night, and Scummer has me in this nightmarogram of hers up in the future, I know it Look, I am guilty of re-tracing her a long time from now, not as me, but as another part of a larger reality of me, should I have 2 suffer this bad 4 this crime? Doubt the validity of my claims, fine!!! How come U will buy and publish and read, as a society, a book then that says exactly what I am making claim here to, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, go TO SITES LIKE WWW.BORDERS.COM OR WWW.AMAZON.COM OR WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, AND DON’T TAKE MY DERN WORD FOR URINE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all actually literally happening 2 me, I am not nuts, I’m not making up any of this, and I could care less about my 15 minutes as they call it. Fame and money and power, is very fleeting. Does anyone really think in 90 years, which will arrive in a flash, what Britney Speers had for dinner on the night of her 19th birthday party? No one gains a dern thing by fame or fortune, it is fleeting, and pure vanity, all is vanity. I wish 2B believed by authorities that I have been major huge-time victimized by horrendous entities, and the crime against me is unspeakable, unconscionable, and totally monstrous!!!!!!!!!!! Funny that machine-mind-6th-D, not fifth Mizz Macoo, spelled GAIN, as GAINES, with the added E.I have not even started getting into all the particulars regarding Russ Thaxton, the Book of the Beach, Sarah J. Cobson, Estelle Bassler formerly of 30 South Plaza Place in the magical home in Atlantic City, Mayor Levy, the 3 warping triangulation fields. Aniwho I had to click in the corrected GAIN without the ‘E’ at the end, and I had to click the correct spelling in.
The story is far from over about the great Book of the Beach written by me in the MW year of AD 1969, Sarah J. Cobson, and yes U can C this non-stop hacking today will not take the slightest vacation. I have had 3 power outages, I know there is a conspiracy with the following evil trilogy: ATLANTIC CITY ELECTRIC COMPANY, ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, AND THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, which is one and the same thing as Resorts International Hotel and Casino and the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, MC, can U live withoudem???? Well next week it is time 4 me 2 do a detailed blog on how 2 build a DISTANCE-DELAY RETRACING RECORDING MACHINE. If U wanna play all the way 2 the freaking wall out there in Dogtownland, fine, so B it!!!! I can play right along as well.
When the building in ACNJUSAESMWG called the HILTON HOTEL AND CASINO on the southeastern end of the great Jersey seashore gambling strip was called the GOLDEN NUGGET, under tunnel vision blind man Steve Winn who never went blind, another big Liz and Dick publicity stunt, at least Mr. Trump is 4 real/e I will give the ol’smell that one, but back on point, I drove down just past 11 at night to go there, on the 19th of September, in the MW year of 1983. I was greeted by a dude in the parking garage outside, in his gate house, and he knew me, we had talked a few times, and he said this thing to me and I freaking quote: Diana Ross was just in here, right in here I mean, waiting to talk 2U”. My privecode had a huge red [713] displayed on it, our special code 4 if she ever wanted me to meet her in Atlantic City at the Nugget, in her human form. It seems she was down there that night visiting her very good friend of many a year even back the, who was starring at the Resorts CIA Casino, Stevie Wonder. She had wanted 2C me, but I was put 2 sleep by some CIA technology around 9PM in my rented home from the owner Jerald Pliner, located in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, at 134 Norris Avenue. I got down there too late and just missed her, and still am missing her. I closed my eyes 4 a second at 9PM and the next second it was 5 shy of eleven. The code came in late in the afternoon B4 it was time 4 me 2 pick my mom up at the Lindenwold station of the Patco High Speed Line train system, after her day at the office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG was over. These things all happened, Rambo, and Miss Blake, cove agencies, it is all just part of some evil illegitimate person who is the son of a female dog 2 boot, part of his or her MOGO, OR MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, that first R introduced to the civilian population in the late two oh three oh’s The reason 4 this 3 decade wait 4 these, is that in order 2 run a program that pays your bills on time is one thing, and takes a small amount of speed and power and memory from your current desk or lap top computation machine. Remember ya ol smells like me, when knowing a new word, GIGA was the talk of the office, I know in the last real disco year of 1979, it was the talk of the recording studio where I was employed at this time, the great, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY, or as I refer to it in my own 6th-connectiveness [mind] my first lab job, the second of course being World Lab. Well, there is Meg and gega, but adding 3 zeros there is terra and adding 3 zeros to Terra or 6 zeros to Gega, and U have the great Peta. These metrics stand for trillion and quadrillion, and the first time most people heard of the Terra, was on the TNG-STAR TREK SHOW. Always a show ahead of its time, this was always in all of its many broken and sliced offshoots, terrific beyond comparison, but is it coincidental, or part of phase 4 and 6th-D MOGO? Well, look at the part that led to the DEEP SPACE NINE, again with the DS. The distance that is involved in crossing this MWG is precisely matched with moving at their maximum of 90& of the speed of light squared, U would get from end to end in about three fourths of one Earth year. There is no way someone in the studios calculated this, it was all known as I know and just know many things, but ask any think tank to write out this equation, and it precisely matches up. Now the real story comes here however: Any TNG fan remembers the TIME TRAVELER who came from and I quote from the show,” A place called New Jersey”. Come on, gimme a break willya Some of these phase 4 clubbers somehow know all about me, even in their waking MW lives, and consciousness, don’t ask me how pweeeeeze.
Then there is the word KARGE, as in SSJKK, in human form. KENNY ROGERS was interacted with from the 4th phase and the 6th dimension just like I was, by this great beautiful being. His Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG girlfriend from his boy hood, Lucile, the fudge shop owner, is tied into things 2 lengthy 4 me 2 explore with U all right at present minper. His songs all have that LOIS FOCA ‘feel’, as does LOIS FOCA, and my other LOIS FOCA similars, right? This is Sarah-Stacey’s way of soul to soul communicating. Just listen to his Coward of the County and U Picked A Fine Time 2 Leave Me L. U cannot mistake that looking at the name KARGE, his name is KENNY ROGERS, these things RY his mother named him the Christian name that she did, all things R connected perfectly, and coincidence is an illusion. Nothing ever just happens, except mans continued dark ages ignorance. If I did not have 2 go to work I would say so dern much more, but this much must now B said.
The great SSJKK spoke 2 me and I must obey. She said she told Donna the same thing she told me, the only people that ever will believe the impossible and take it more seriously, R the young, in this politically correct world, one hesitates 2 even write in the word, but screw it, I will, THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!! This is the market with the open mind, and in a whisper of time, they R grown and in control of the society, and we all oldies R in the home with the nurses collecting our smells from pans, or in the dern grave. So I was told by her that I must stop using my horrible profanity, as it filters out my markets and keeps the only possible present-time entities, from getting access to my information, adults won’t listen nor believe, just like Santa Claus. Nothing is real, and everything is real, but what is real, what U know is real, is real/e, and truth is void infinity, and little persons innately know this simple truth and reality, but get talked out of it with things like, the dark cannot hurt U and there is no boogie man in the closet, the heck there ain’t, take some acid. U never would eat another thing if your eyes were amplified 2C all the crawling germs and microbes all over your plate and your food. I could talk on like this for days, they know, Donna knows, I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW.
Time
is the fourth dimension. The area containing numerous fourth
dimensional universes of space-time, is the hyperspace or the fifth
dimension. I have told you that if you begin right around this
pasted-reprint blog as shown above, viewing the original blogs on the
blogger cot com website back in these times, you will SEE THE PROOF
THAT THESE BLOGS ARE TOTALLY WHAT CAUSED THE TELEVISION SHOW CALLED,
''THE MENTALIST'', TO COME INTO BEING, BURSTING INTO LIFE ALONG WITH
ERNIE MERKERS CYMBALS AND ALL GREAT IRISH
BANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark mud has spoken, I AM HERE,
right Harry Rottenberry, this dude from New Jersey, or well, now I
guess, thanks to this wonderful WASHCLOTH FAMILY FROM DOGTOWN, it
would be more accurately stated as, from Florida. But are all these
things to keep misdirecting the powerful truths and proofs of
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3???
Before
moving this blog on, the market raced up as you can see, and JUST AS
I TOLD YOU THAT IT WOULD, LOVELY LOVELY GINA, AND DON'T BE TOO
'JEALOUS' OR 'ENVIOUS' OF HER, INGRID, and Jemi, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, BUT NOBODY BELIEVES ME, WHAAAAA.
MORIANITY
PART 6 CONTINUES:
I
HOPE you
are ENJOYING READING
THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER
35. 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!!!!!
This
entire mother fucking world is spinning rapidly out of control, and a
blind man with a cane can see it, to quote the great Bones McCoy,
Chief Medical Officer, aboard the USS Enterprise, the fictional star
ship one, that is, still it says it all, and I borrow it on my blog,
hopefully with the permission of the great creator/owner survivor
family and heirs with the estate copyrights, to the material. Thank
you in advance. Remember that you took a lot more from me than I will
ever borrow from you, but we can come to a peaceful truth about THAT,
right Lurch Copyvoice Rockdroid?
''Oh
good lord and 25 cents'', Lenny Monsterdis McKinnonhub; how life has
changed since late October of 1986, with the mother fucking great
Trump
Castle Crush, thanks cuzz,
after all I did for you, ya' prick to get you here, with a magical
Doctor Margret Coryell Institute of non-divas 1500 RS-US open reel
mastering machine. This entire gang are nothing but ungrateful and
insatiable moneygrubbing demigods; the entire WOMO-M2F!!! W---O---W,
RHM.
''MORIANITY''
Sharkey
says, ''HEY GIRL, Leticia Tilley. *********Oh
and also, *********
tell
me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your
bitch''???
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
do
it Dad and Dawny, ''SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT''!!!!!!! Oh well, Mister
Macintosh, between Maid-Nora, and Coffee Witch Cora, and my mom's
powerful 1997 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?????????????????
Abigail
Skating Coincidence-Despising Carmichael of the LAW
& ORDER TELEVISION SHOW,
do I hear a BIG-ASS
MACY SUPER WOW?
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
So
is this blog leading somewhere, or are my intentions simply to drive
Terry Egghead from the Jersey Harbors all nuts as a ton of moose
shit? Better said or asked, does this blog have a major game-plan,
and do I?????????????????????????????????? Well peeps,
YOU
BET YOUR ASS
I DO,
Annie
Blowback Cutterlaw Dreamfileds Costner of Iowa.
You go right ahead and bet your beautiful lovely
ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
and foremost, things need to be proven publicly somehow, and dam
soon, as this is the ONE DAM THING that the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE is dead
set against EVER EVER EVER HAPPENING, THAT'S
E-V-E-R!!!!!
You
ask why, some of you, ca'man, you're not that dumb, YO. It
would expose my powerful reality
and existence, AND THAT IS A SUPER
SUPER FUCKING NO-NO,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here
in this so-called great nation, HA,
we are going to be doing lots more important things with this
MORIANITY, than display stupid looking flags, and try selling anybody
some stupid ass automobile insurance!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!
Yepper
peeps, this is a very rotten cold cruel evil world, and this evil
trash has wiped me out, destroyed my entire life, gotten away with
their wicked and despicable evil crimes totally, and laugh and mock
me on a continual basis, what a fucking total mockery and endless
giggle on me. 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! So bust that myth,
Mythbusters.
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!!!
FOLKS,
YOU ARE READING THIS
MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER
35.
IT IS 12:55 AM, ON THIS WEDNESDAY
MORNING,
ON A DARK FLORIDIAN
23
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.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!
IT
WAS 92 IN VERO BEACH FOR MOST OF THE DAY, AND 90 TO THE TOWN TO THE
SOUTH OF IT, MY TOWN, GOOD OLD FORT PIERCE, HERE IN WONDERFUL
WONDERFUL FLORIDA.
MUCHO
SICKUM SWEALEN CHERUNDO, AND ALL THAT CALLIO CODED CRAP, HUH FLASHY
JOE WINDRUNNER BERRIOS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????
Yeah,
that's hot!
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.
Well, my delivery will be Wednesday afternoon with the Good Will,
hopefully, and if it goes off even half smoothly with this fucking
runaway stock market and my ICPE-APE nightmare problem that I've had
with it since August of 1986, I'll be pleasantly shocked and amazed,
but no radios, DS in the name of everything holy and unholy, YO!
WEEEEE.
Hyperspace
and the way powerful future people in parallel universes who are
centuries ahead of us on everything, is why shit is happening to so
many folks right here and now that can't be rationally understood or
explained. I am one of those persons.
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!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 OR STOP ME LEGALLY. Not even dirt
bag bully Mister
Robert Magicbullets McGuire.
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, WE
WILL ALL BE WALKING LIVING DEAD FOLKS,
JUST AS IS THE ONCE STRONG FIGHTING MOVEMENT CALLED
OCCUPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have a quintessential and utter
absolute hatred,
for
all bully's and anything to do with either mocking good folks,
bullying, or any tactics remotely associated with very mean intense
practical jokes or picking on the weak and frail. It should be
punishable by slow torturous death, and I truly as Head-Morian, with
or without any Disney-Monsters, mean every dam word that I say,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVELY
DIANA, MY MOON!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS
FOLLOWS:
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say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
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awareness.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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WOW,
MISTER
R.H. MACY, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F*****W---O---L---F!
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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THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
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WFMU’s Beware of the Blog; hang in there, but B careful.
«
Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main
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You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us,
Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER
RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER
MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE
BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL
666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE
FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS,
THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”,
SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES,
FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST
PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE
FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM
1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU
ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
Don't
bother trying the link, all my links were disabled by me!!!!!
TOO
LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both
a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the
50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly,
of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Comments: THAT UGLY EMMEREFFER IN THE PHOTO, IS NOT ME.
Yes,
I have a comment, friends at WFMU, besides go screw yourself, and
yes; I got your accidental message Jason on an old blog comment on
Blogger, AHA AHA AHA. Don't look for me on any social networking
sites, I don't play these ridiculous games, you all go enjoy that
stuff, WEEEEEEEE! Don't try clicking into any of my blog links to
youtube, unless they are old blogs showing other videos that I
enjoyed and shared. They will still work. I took down all of my
stuff, it was for my own personal enjoyment, what was I thinking,
sharing all of this with a world of dark-agers? I totally agree with
Judge Judy on the silliness of social-net!
“The recordings only capture
Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing
recording device on this earth could have captured the other side,
although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie |
December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New
Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my
PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real,
I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like
someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like
this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How
is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club
foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris
Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two
tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both
90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and
disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full
name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up
material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve
had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find
anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted
material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually
pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side
of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar
none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever
experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to
find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to
get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on
the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole”
by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist).
That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense
single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this page
while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve
been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one
lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of
‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were
accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”)
And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several
voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese
aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to
“Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding,
very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here
who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title
and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long,
and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard
except for this one.
On that same show on
WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel
free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST
DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile
at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled
into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the
Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that
the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and
them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are
conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter
missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and
sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing
into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem
being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes
they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up
on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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AGENT STEVE CARUSO, OF THE GREAT AND WONDERFUL
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? HAY, I KNOW NONE OF
THIS SHIT WAS ANY OF YOUR FAULTS, AND YOU'RE ALL A GREAT TEAM. KEEP
IT GOING, HOT AND STRONG BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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folks, the technology involved in what all led up to my present
situation with all of this; will never be taught or learned in
college, let alone some technical middle school, and that is a
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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,
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'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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JOHN J
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where did it all really begin?
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March
1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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