MORIANITY
PART VI
CHAPTER
XXXVII
8:18
POST MERIDIAN-EDST
THURSDAY
NIGHT
24
OCTOBER, 2013
Well
GINA my
lovely pretty NON GOZZWALD
NIGHT-LADY of the nineties; I TOLD YOU.
Let me have a major fucking disaster
like last evening, and KAFUCKINGPOW, YO, THE DOW
JONES MARKETS SHOOT WAY UP; AND
NO SHOCK TO ME WHATSOEVER.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3:
WELCOME
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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.
THE
ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA ANE ME:
So
exactly what is happening to me, and exactly why, and who exactly is
behind it, and can Morianity ever have the dimmest hope of sleuthing
its way to the Gozzwald Movie Answers, from the early
nineteen-seventies??? Well, ATAY-C tuned folks, and we will be
exploring this precise element, and maybe when all the maps are
thoroughly drawn out and all completed; we will have a newly
discovered element to add to the table-list for the scientists and
the curious, the world over, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
first off, re-read the above paragraph, and please, fully realize
that to quote the Macy's Santa Claus from their great movie called,
''Miracle on 34th
Street'', ''THAT'S A TALL ORDER'', but we will see what can be done
to take a bite out this for right now, Natalie and Roseann!!!!!!!!!!!
My
old pal, who I met in November of 1985, and now the late David
Charles Roth, of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, ES-MWG; wanted to
believe a very tempting lie for a short time early in the nineteen
fucking nineties, good folks out here, and I am going to explain this
and how it fits right into all of this bullshit nightmare of hellish
monster ass horrors, cubed, and squared, and re-cubed again! He
wanted to believe that we had somehow reversed or at least
neutralized the parallel event between Wall Street and us running in
opposing fucking directions, a beyond disastrous nightmarish curse to
be under for quite obvious reasons, as first off, you end up with the
entire world against you so that they can keep prospering by you
sinking down underneath the waves. Well without any 1983 songs or
carrying out any Krassle Threats, Mister Audrey-Duck Annabelle Pliner
of Atco and Berlin, in New Jersey; he was wrong as wrong can ever be
and I knew it, but I couldn't seem to stop his absurd mother fucking
fantasy, Lordess knows how hard I tried. Then one day I said to
myself in the virtual quiet solitude of the Meeker rental home on
Route 561 in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, ''Let him see the hard way how
wrong he is and come to his senses by himself just by continuing to
persist along with me, in and through regular time''. Well, I was 100
percent on the mother fucking money good people, he said about three
months later, ''Wow was I wrong, that was really a stupid idea, I
guess I just wanted to believe it so bad''. But there is still a
built in joke on somebody here, as of right now I am not completely
sure who this joke is truly on the most, but the odds are of course
it's me as always; but why he thought he was under this same parallel
event, just by becoming my friend, was about as ludicrous as
believing you can fly and wanting to so bad that you just jump out of
an airplane with no chute and fall down and die. It honestly really,
as John Henningsen would say, Mister emotion-filled temple of the
expanded mind Midget Alexander Planet, ''IT'S JUST THAT
SIMPLE''!!!!!!!! I suppose most of you over 25 or so out here, have
come to realize that folks get ideas into their head that are based
on shit in their own minds and lives, and for reasons that totally
fucking defy all logic; they believe they have gone beyond the Theory
of Einstein's Relativity!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister RHM, either I'm
nuts or this planet is, and I know for sure that it is not me;
Clarence Angel Wonderfulife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My problem is that this
sentence sets me up for a full investigative scrutinized review from
many viewing this both now or later on, telling me to grab a large
mirror and hold it up in front of me. Hay, I will gladly fight and
die on any battlefield on the planet for your right to disagree and
think Morianity and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick
nonsense. I assure you that the pre-printed already existing bible of
the mind, AKA the DSM-5, already has me labeled or anyone like me
saying anything at all close to the things that I say, as all sorts
of mentally fucked up persons. But as George Burns said to John
Denver in front of his crowded front yard in that great OH GOD movie,
''I have the peace that comes from knowing''. I know I am not wrong
or nuts, and I also know with the same passion, that all but a
handful or so on this planet will have a totally concentric opinion
about this. It really is like the old mid twenty-oh Hyundai car
commercials, for any who may remember those annoying things; like
''D-U-H''!!!!!!!!
Now in moving right along here, this blog will not be answering that
big ass tall order from Santa Claus, R.H. Macy; or anyone else for
that matter. It will merely tell what I want this one particular blog
to tell, as I feel compelled to say exactly what now will be said,
and that is just what will be done, with or without any help or
assistance from the great promotion staff of the Hyundai Corporation.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and AHA AHA, Mike McNulty, YO.
I
told how one hot summer late afternoon, in the home of a local
celebrity, Sally Starr, in Atco, New Jersey; back in the year 1998,
she witnessed for herself a major event while she was attempting to
make some telephone calls to try interesting large toy companies, to
make dolls for the two newly known weather terms, Lanenia and Elnino.
The worthless Microsucks Spell-Checker system, AS USUAL is totally
fucking worthless in assisting me with the proper spelling of these
two made up weather-children names, I, know they are completely
misspelled, so no comments please, TANKS!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!! Aniwho, and without making this
lengthy or boring, there is a reality to the RUB-OFF-EFFECT, you
know, Sally being with me in her home that day, or David Roth being
MY friend and suddenly seeing strange shit going down in his personal
life, as a result. There is indeed something to all of this, and as
all things, it is subatomic situation that no blog can ever, not even
in MORIANITY, properly be able to address it to a level where folks
can say to themselves upon reading some words and paragraphs, ''Like
fucking super ass wow, now I understand this mother fucking crazy
pathetic little asshole Mountainpen-Mark Wayne Mohr. No, it ain't
happening, not today, not tomorrow, no how, no nothing,
Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not even in 1983 let alone up here in mother
fucking 2013, good peeps, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
Now
here is what I will take us into after fucking cunt lapping
compensating for another JANE WHORE FONDA ASSAULT OF ONES, as she has
been on a 1993
BALLPARK ROLL
lately to fuck my ass up, Jesus fucking
almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555,
plus 55555555555555,
times 55555555555555555555555555,
and then divided by 55555555555555555555555555555;
is equal to WHO
FUCKING GIVES A GODDESS DAM ASS SHIT,
YO DOGS???????????????????????? Let me get past this fucking stinking
rotten page eleven of cock sucking eleven. ''Jesus God'' where are
you when I truly need you, Theresa Pennock, from 1973; 40 years to
me ain't fucking shit, YO?
Just
what is this rubbing off effect? Well, would any of you parents out
here want your kids to be best friends with the five percent worst
kids in their school, as far as say poor grades, bad behavior, and
shitty attitudes in general? How many business would want to do
business with a bunch of known really bad ass criminals? Are you
getting the drift of my whittle Munster mouth message yet anybody,
YO??????????????? I don't wanna' make my shit always fit into the
realms of Harry Potter folks, really I don't. A lot of shit going on
has plenty of rational explanations. My only problems are that plenty
of my shit, DOES NOT, as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
Dave grewe out of his wishful thionkng, and this parallel event with
the markets was never about him, anym ore than Rebe Jackson is in a
heavy writing correspondence with me, along with about twenty other
big ass female recording artists. This was Dave's thing, just as,
unfortunately, my parallel event nightmare shituation, is MY PROBLEM.
Can some rub off effects be real and be indeed part of shit that is
happening in the real world of non imagining stuff? Sure, all fucking
shit in this universe has pieces of this and pieces of that, some
truths and some bullshit, wake up peeps. The coffee beans have
totally stunk up all of your fucking ass kitchens, YO, from here to
I-Drug-Road-95-Music-Hood, passing lots of wild places all along the
way, from houses of nakedness to the greatest sleeping laboratory
technicians that exist anywhere in the known multiverse. Don't
forget, just because someone or something, CAPTAIN
and daut;
are not something or other right here, they may be something else,
bearded Spock-Bob, in the mirror-mirror worlds, of agony booths and
rank ascensions via assassinations!!!!!
I
have shared a lot of fucking shit, pre-May oh eight and post-May oh
eight, misses lovely 1969 Marola, but all shit told and combined, you
must start thinking less three dimensionally an d a lot more fucking
five dimensionally, and realizing that STM is powerful and very real,
and not believing in it is just like not believing in hell and god
and so forth, as whatever is real, IS REAL, and really, nothing is
what is real, only
the total void exists!!!
OK, my
wonderful Morians and anyone else, here is the way the Head-Morian is
passing through regular time in the month of October of
twenty-Marola-thirteen, in so far as MPB (Magnetic Percentage
Botbar).
OCTOBER
01----------00
OCTOBER
02---------00
OCTOBER
03---------00
OCTOBER
04---------25
OCTOBER
05---------20
OCTOBER
06---------17
OCTober
07---------14
OCTober
08---------13
OCTOBER
09---------22
OCTober
10----------30
OCTober
11------------27
OCTOber
12-----------25
OCTober
13-----------23
OCTober
14-----------21
OCTOber
15-----------27
OCTOBER
16-----------25
OCTober
17-----------29
OCTober
18-----------28
OCTOber
19-----------26
OCTOBER
20----------25
OCTOber
21-----------24
OCTOber
22----------23
OCTober
23----------26
Ladies
and gentlemen, if I had all of the answers, or even close to it, I
would not be in the biggest mother fucking pickle of a super mess
this side of the north arm galaxy. Don't ever let me even think about
bullshitting any of you about this for a second. All I ever can do in
Morianity are two things, first, tell you the shit going on around me
and my miserable fucking life, and two, give you my very best and
most honest spin on what I feel and think is the root cause of it all
and all the sub root causes as well after that,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In case some of you are wondering
in blissful ignorance, yes, today was a nasty fucking BOTBAR, but not
so much caused by DIRECT KENETIC ENEMY ENERGIES, but rather and just
as real and powerful as are any and all of the material world
physical laws, and the word (lawtronics) covers this, and more; but
this is a word that is not used, other than by me in Morianity, until
23 decades from now, when a great thinker at the Westmont world
Laboratories officially 'discovers' these truths. In the quantum
fuzziness of the in-between times, that my existence has interfered
with, from here to Ohio Avenue and all the way around the Carter
Peanut Farm; lays the existotronic percanries of layering, in the
interdimensional fabrics. Said in words that exist in 2013, there are
yet undiscovered realer truer energies that sprout out from mind and
gravity, that move and layer in-between the 5th and the
6th dimensions, and in ways too complicated to try and
tackle on any blog, now or ever; I'll just say this. I'm trying to be
cute and smart-ass as Dawn-Marie King indeed had me correctly pegged,
at least upon some rare occasions; while simultaneously throwing in
future technologies and knowledge, and while doing this, it suddenly
and quite powerfully ''dawned'' on me, that I am expecting the
impossible; this being, anyone having the slightest clue what I am
even talking about, or joking about. At least my daughter and the
stair chases were a relatable item, unpleasant as hell, but
definitely identifiable; as domestic and home woes are the new norm,
where in her day even, let alone my day, it honestly was the hush
hush kept closeted exceptions to the rules of general society. All
this being said, I'll frikkin' move this right on and tell how today
was a nasty ass botbar day, caused by WOMO POTENTIAL ENERGIES used on
me, IE, they by persecuting me night and fucking day over long
periods and durations in time, literally bring down my entire life
and luck and whatever all of this means to any of you, in your own
personal ways of relating. I have given it in Morianity, the label of
being ''NEGAMAGGED'', or having been intentionally given ''negative
magnetics''. Here is what is being made to manifest around me, Doctor
Eckstein from 1971, and all of my cousins who just might give a third
of a smelly ass turd, YO dahlings!!!!!!!!
My
Goodwill Delivery arrived, but they brought a king instead of a queen
mattress, and did not bring the chair. They will rectify the
situation, and this by itself was not what made me BOTBAR folks. Just
two and a half hours ago around quarter past fucking eight, I totally
forgot there was a glass cover on the round table that I had piled on
top of another end table. I grabbed it and kaboom, while trying to
rearrange shit, the fucking glass top part not permanently attached,
slid right off and hit the floor, and even with a thick rug, it broke
and shattered into millions of cunt lapping shreds of dangerous
glass, and my fingers are all cut to fucking shit after spending an
hour cleaning things up. Some force wanted this to happen, and I feel
I may know exactly why, but I am keeping it to my cunt lapping mother
fucking self for now; as I feel this is a more prudent move rather
than go spouting off when I am not certain of anything. We always can
get back to two things so it seems my friends and fiends, Jim
Rockford's loose teeth, and always having to grope in the dark about
why shit happens to me on this continual basis no matter how fucking
hard I cock sucking try to better my life
24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I had a mildly
sore throat all day, given to me of course by who else other than the
DIRT BAG WOMO-MILITUFORCE.
It is not the end of the world as far as the broken glass and a few
cuts that hurt tonight and will be all heeled up in the
1986-refrigerator copyrighted morning, yes do it Mike McNulty, if you
must old pal; but it is the principle that I knew this day was going
to bomb out, because of the way Magnetic Percentage or (MP) works, no
matter what you use this simple but powerful fucking calculation on,
peeps, YO. My computer is being HACKED AGAIN, FBI-FCC-ACLU, I always
know it when the same basic fucking cunt lapping word document type
of shit starts happening. Ed Lynch Himacane always told me that
hackers just fucking have nothing better to do than enjoy hacking a
blogger's word program. They cookie you back from blog-sites, and
have a blast. It is really such a shame. They must have such a losers
fucking life, that even I would not bat an eye if some magical
ass leprechaun offered to allow me to trade places with any of them.
I don't care if they have ten red hot women, or millions in the cunt
sucking ass bank. I wouldn't fucking be you for all the fucking sex
in the cunt eating whorehouse, YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!! Yes MMCN, you
just go laugh all you wanna' DOG.
W--------O--------W.
Holy
Christmas trees and Cooley Hall Singing Tree Angels, you wanna' know
some shit that may really make you jump up and take notice? Fine!!!!!
Hyperspace
or the fifth dimension is a lot more than some fucking syfy bullshit,
yet most syfy material folks, is not all that much bullshit to begin
with. Some of it is really whacky and totally stupid, but the vast
majority of stuff such as for the best example, ''Star Trek'', is
miraculously scientifically ahead of its time as though it also is
part of the ESS, yet I am going to blow you away and tell you that
they are not in the ESS. I have done my major extensive and quite
exhaustive research on them, and they are nothing like what you would
expect. As Nurse Chapel Roddenberry and the voice of their computers
knows well from being married to this extremely suigenerous man,
Gene; knows well from the episode where she was in love with a man
who had died, but had transferred his beingness into an android, the
great Rock Equation Episode, as I call it, staring the great LURCH
from the Adams Family; a really cool ass dude, and not just because
''I better say that''. He said to her something that went over the
heads of even all of them, the creators and producers and writers of
this fantastic hit television show of the past. He said, ''I'm in
here, Christina''. When Misses Roddenberry and all the others of
these real cave days despite all your computers and phone genies and
all of it, wake up and smell and drink a pot or three of coffee,
maybe, just cunt eating MAYBE, you will see the truths of MORIANITY
spoken so far. I am no perfect ass person, and I sure don't claim to
know it all. Fuck the Bruce Pennock's of the world who may think
otherwise of me, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT! BUT, I do know what I know, and
this is what I know. Morianity is telling a powerful truth, and
believe me folks, I ain't the author of it, and could never make
asshole Eddie understand this back in 2006 and 2007. If something
went wrong and my blog got fucked up, he would say, write it again;
and I would look at him and say, ''Are you kidding?'' I can barely
keep pace in my typing, the mind-realm is saying these things for
these nearly fucking eight years now. Sure I am in control and am
fully lucid and here; but I am also INSIDE, CHRISTINE; I'm inside of
myself, and I am aware and awake, 'BUT'
don't ask me to make big revelations twice, YO. If something fucks
up, it is never going to be repeated the way it originally was meant
to be. Morianity is bigger than MARK WAYNE
MOHR, and THAT is a PROMISE, peeps!!!!! I have been told
the Christian Bible was written in this very similar fashion, and
unlike you out there who some may believe this and some may scoff at
this, but I KNOW THIS, as it is actually, literally, HAPPENING
FUCKING TO ME, SIR, JAMES T. BURR, OF FUCKING GLOUCESTER, NEW JERSEY!
Things have
only just begun, as the lovely vocalist of times gone by would put it
so well in her song, Karen Carpenter. We are going to be literally
dissecting the opening of the last of the five blogs on the OLD
BLOGS, called, ''THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT,
INTERNET VERSION'', as it winds up in the month of
February in 2008, stops for a while, and then restarts again in May
of that year. There is more magic in here, in my opinion, than there
is in the entire magical night in which Sarah Krassle took my chain
in a ''dream'' and told me when I wake up to look in my closet in my
strong-box, and it will be gone, and I did a McNulty in my dream with
her, and doubted her, and was quite surprised and radio shocked, upon
awakening, to see it truly had been removed, and then when I got on
the bus to go to school, that huge giant gorgeous chemtrail made a
perfect triangulated pattern over the entire skies of Camden County,
New Jersey, on that middle December cold morning in 1969. This was
major, but I believe there is more major shit to be discovered in the
early part of my fifth blog, calling this newest one my sixth one
now; and I could be wrong, but I adhere to my beliefs, and it would
take one powerful argument to even begin to talk me out of this, and
then some more. HA HA JANE BITCHWEEDS, YOU
FUCKING MISSED ME, YO, it is a third past eleven, fuck
you!!!!
OH
SHIT GOOD
PEEPS, YO; it is now time to tell you a little more about Sarah
Jacobson, as we will not be pasting in any of the fifth-blog stuff on
this blog, just a few charts later, the usual paste-in crap, for
those that may wish to see the leprechaun magic altering things along
with the great illusion of Einstein;s SPACE-TIME, YO
DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I begin with will lead and dovetail
nicely, into things, so let me just tell you this, my Morians, and
all others.
Two
nights ago, I did not tell you that I was visiting a place in a
parallel universe and somebody who I could not see, suddenly burned
my entire left side of my face. It was third degree burns and it was
horrible and painful as all get the shit out, but that is needless to
even add in here. Good folks, before I go further on, JANE WHORE
BITCHSLEAZEDISEASE just got
me good, Keisha and Helen of 1999. Page
eleven of eleven got me real fucking good. I thought I was being
smart, blocking the screen almost unconsciously, but blocking it on
the clock side or the right, and the document display of these
fucking evil four ones gets you on the left side. LET ME CUNT LAPPING
FUCKING COMPENSATE FOR THIS DEATH HELL, GOOD FOLKS. THEN I WILL
CONTINUE RIGHT ALONG, WITH MY REGULAR BLOGGING, AHA AHA AHA AHA MIKE
MICK, YO!!!!
5555555555555555555555555555,
PLUS 5555555, TIMES 55555555555, DIVIDED BY 5555555555, IS EQUAL TO
WHO FUCKING CARES; AS 'ALL I WANT TO DO' IS STARE AT THESE WONDERFUL
MOTHER FUCKING FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
SURE AS SHIT DON'T WANT TO STARE AT CHERLY CROW, THE BIKER ROCKER;
SHEEEEEIT!
So
back to visiting this place where someone had just burned my
doppelganger's left side face completely off. What little skin there
was left was all sagging, and dropping, and flaking off; and I looked
as hideous as the monster of Frankenstein, squared. It amazed me that
yesterday did not BOTBAR, as normally following a disaster in
hyperspace, is a disaster that follows me back in this universe;
right Julia Roberts, Kevin Bacon, Mister Sutherland, and Mister
Friends Show Guy? Boy is my memory going to fucking dog shit.
Although when it comes to names, this always has been my weak point.
Faces, voices; now that is a whole other ballgame, and ballpark;
snotty mean evil Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could give more
details about the experience, but if I decide to; it will be later,
on a future blog. It was quite ugly in more ways than my
non-sunburned-1970-bus face from THAT-BOY'S ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! Sarah Jacobson had the power to
know the future, as well as visit with you, 'in your dreams'; to use
'forward-mortal' descriptions of these types of events. Ca'man cave
peeps, sound frikkin' familiar? Then Billy Harner told me a powerful
thing in his barber shop one day, on Haddon Avenue, in Westmont, New
Jersey; more than 200 years before the World Laboratories are built
in this area, just down from his shop there, on Crystal Lake Avenue.
He said, ''Mark, stay by yourself and live alone. Someday in the
future you might need to remember that I told you this very thing''.
I thought it was kind of a cruel thing to say to me at the time, and
just shut up and listened. Still, I was too stupid to see two
unfathomable truths, folks, YO. Not only did he know shit about me
from being an industry-insider who knew everybody and their cousin,
but maybe he too had some ESS shit going down in his frikkin' ass
life, YO. Also, when that ''later'' time did arrive a half decade or
so later, I was a dumb ass, and totally forgot about his fantastic
great advice that he gave to me, and moved
in with Ann and Dawn KING; the disaster to end all of my mother
fucking disasters, YO!!!!! Yes, another ''OH
SHIT'' is most
likely very fitting right about here, peeps. He wasn't
just the last man on the world famous STEEL PIER, but he knew that I
pushed Sarah Nurockey off of this pier a long time ago in a parallel
universe, and she may be retaliating for my little prank, Robin
Westmont Kisser Oxman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I
mother fucking need you Mister Macy?
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!
I
was led to believe that Misses Bassler's adopted son had done this
evil deed at one point, but was told before my face was lit on fire
by someone that I never could identify, as he was masked up and in a
wheel chair, and never spoke other than to laugh that sick weird
laugh, that all ''Dark Shadows'' show fans will know what I am
talking about, when I say he had sort of that Count Petofi Thayer
David laugh. It is frightening and nauseating all at the same fucking
ass time, YO!!!! Working at that hotel for his adopted mother
Estelle, ''changed his life significantly'', as he told me in a
letter he wrote me in 1997, and in response to a letter that I had
written to him up in State College, Pennsylvania; black shellfish,
and laboratories, and strange wild lovely technicians; all
notwithstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, lots of doors
are being opened up; only no one is walking behind me with three
children, and letting any of them slam shut, while I am walking down
a long hallway, and getting ready to turn to the right and go up a
slight ramp elevation as well; back in hyperspace, early in 2010.
Well, everything dreamed down off of the Astral-Plane, is the fifth
dimensional hyperspace; but you know what I mean, my loyal Morians,
YO. WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Now
my life has been told, but in skips and jumps. No one could handle my
60 years as MARK WAYNE MOHR. Not even the great Doctor Wilson of
Princeton, Doctor Jessup of invisibility and stealth, welfare health,
and rip off snowy towns such as Deadwood, South Dakota; in or out of
the great wild year of incest AKA 1986, Paula and Mom. Without tying
any misdirected mini-droids and other pestilence into things; let me
now tell you this, folks. Even dudes such as doctor Sagan, Einstein,
and Hawking; don't understand my incredible and totally beyond
inconceivable life on this planet, but they don't need to. You, my
Morians are what this is all about, now, not them, YOU,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never forget that, please. YOU are why
Morianity is being directed by someone or something, to be written
down for the future of this planet, YOU; not even for me, the one
writing it down, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
My
life is more than me writing dumb shit about current events on some
dumb ass blog. Still when a great person deserves a plug and a
positive word, I'll give it, and gladly. I'm speaking of my old chum
from Jersey. One of the very few politicians on the planet who has my
trust and respect, not even the flowing river singer does, and I
speak of wonderful Congressman Lobiondo. I hope your name is not
misspelled, as this dumb machine does not work the way it should,
IMHO. In a world where I would be Bullfrog Jeremiah, updates by
Microsoft with your computer, would keep names and words also updated
on people's office and word document systems. Who really cares as in
30 years, and it's not called the internet, but ''the system'' as
it's called; is scanned in its entirety, by everybody's 'cosmiputer';
at least in many of the future's that I have visited in parallel
universes, as an exploratron. You might just say as a wild vivid
dreamer, hay, sawn-you.
We
will pick a lot of things up on future blogs, but for now, there were
reasons why Marie Heitzmann stuck a knife in my ass, after I
fulfilled my promise to her son Jerry, and called him after PAPA
ROBERT went the way of all god dam flesh. Omaladee John Lennon,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese Louise, Surfer Fonty, YO. Yes, he never
remembered what she did as Jacobson, but when he called me while I
was employed at the print shop called Mars Graphics in 1977, several
years after being out of school, half a decade or so actually; and he
found me when I had a listed telephone and was living at the great
Carriage Lamp Apartments of Clementon, New Jersey. He asked me almost
right away and I quote, ''Have you seen the great Sarah Krassle''?
I'm sure the feds can pull the tape, as the FBI had a tap on the line
since my mom and I were living in New Jersey, right after McGuire's
magic bullet, got his distant cuzz in Dallas. Ouch Abbey, why do you
let these monster ass pricks in Atlantic City go SKATING by forever
and ever? YYYYYY? YYYYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYYYYYY???????, © Office?
Well, here are my whittle paste ups, time to keep my whittle mal't
shut, huh Herman Ice Cream Munster?????
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CONTINUE NOW TO READ
MORIANITY
PART SIX, CHAPTER 37. TANKS
FOLKS.
''Me
from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back
to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
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THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
My
scum bag across the hall nabes are making with the fucking doors
again, what a pain in my fucking ass at half past nine, make up your
minds ya' butt-wipes!!!!!!!!
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Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main
| “If
You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us,
Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER
RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER
MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE
BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL
666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE
FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS,
THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”,
SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES,
FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST
PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE
FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM
1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU
ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
Don't
bother trying the link, all my links were disabled by me!!!!!
TOO
LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE-TOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both
a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the
50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly,
of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Comments: THAT UGLY EMMEREFFER IN THE PHOTO, IS NOT ME.
Yes,
I have a comment, friends at WFMU, besides go screw yourself, and
yes; I got your accidental message Jason on an old blog comment on
Blogger, AHA AHA AHA. Don't look for me on any social networking
sites, I don't play these ridiculous games, you all go enjoy that
stuff, WEEEEEEEE! Don't try clicking into any of my blog links to
youtube, unless they are old blogs showing other videos that I
enjoyed and shared. They will still work. I took down all of my
stuff, it was for my own personal enjoyment, what was I thinking,
sharing all of this with a world of dark-agers? I totally agree with
Judge Judy on the silliness of social-net!
“The recordings only capture Mark’s
side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing
recording device on this earth could have captured the other side,
although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie |
December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New
Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my
PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real,
I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like
someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like
this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How
is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club
foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris
Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two
tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both
90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and
disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full
name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up
material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve
had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find
anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted
material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually
pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side
of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar
none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever
experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to
find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to
get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on
the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole”
by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist).
That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense
single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away
from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years
ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this page
while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve
been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one
lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of
‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were
accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”)
And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several
voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese
aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to
“Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding,
very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here
who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title
and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long,
and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard
except for this one.
On that same show on
WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel
free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST
DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile
at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled
into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the
Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that
the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and
them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are
conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter
missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and
sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing
into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem
being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes
they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up
on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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Well
folks, the technology involved in what all led up to my present
situation with all of this; will never be taught or learned in
college, let alone some technical middle school, and that is a
promise, mahm MO, and SIR Rockdroid Lurch Petahell Keyboards.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
HELP---(Clicking on originals will verify all of this for you).
Blog
#17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731---I AM BURNING IN DOGTOWN----'subtitle'
091807.731---I AM BURNING IN DOGTOWN----'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 'natio 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.
I
definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and
I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level.
IC
that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all
of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that
I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a
RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the
Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of
my material to all of the times to the United States Library of
Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers
appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank
U 4 compliance under the UPD
Act!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN
All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 170
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
ELEVEN
AT NIGHT, ON JUNE 14, 2011
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
©
2006-2011---BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING
OF THIS BLOG:
Things
that seem to be happening the world over are pure illusion. The 6th
dimension is where it all is going down, that is the true arena, not
the lower Astral Plane, or any of its dreamed-down twinned realities
of the 5th dimensional hyperspace. This is not a new
Mountainpen statement, yet needs insertion right now, into this blog.
If a person could truly master setting up the 6th
dimensional arena, their reality here would be a million times wilder
than the great Donald Scowl Face Trump, on even his maxed out day or
time.
Ultra
complex shit goes down on this true mind realm. This causes what we
all then think we are experiencing here. For those that need this
information, I am home every evening from six of the clock, onward
until I retire around midnight. My telephone will be on the hook
beginning tomorrow at this time.
Try
and see things my way. I gave to everybody, and now you all want to
throw me away like a bag of trash. I cannot believe you have any good
explanation for this, but of course, as always, I'm always totally
open minded, and will listen. Also I am not angry with anybody. I use
my blogs for therapy. I lash out and curse and call peeps names. I
shouldn't, but then, lots of stuff shouldn't have been done to me.
Jim Burr, you asked me a question in mother trucking 1983 that I'll
remember on my frickin' death bed. “What are you going to do when
your mother dies”. I had no good answer for you, or 1978-Connie
Chung Stagmag, back then; but now, I have one for you, YO. I'll
suffer a lot worse. Lotsa shit is getting said here, and many peeps
all know how they play their roles in that answer.
Let
me bring the game forward a bit, and reveal some cards, and plays;
before wrapping up this short whittle blog folks, whaaaaaa. 1986
changed my life forever. I played roulette in the Atlantic City
casinos that year, and this is not why things changed, despite the
OTHER Atlantic City, or the OTHER song. Things changed because Paula
Belinda King had a thousand drivers licenses, and is the queen of
Somnambulism. Jane Sleazedisease Poisonflower Judgecakes
Monsterslapper just nailed me on her cosmic demented clock, are you
laughing Chester Pushmetwice? Yes, lots of damn ass memories were
being suppressed when the mighty coworker of the RPL STUDIOS in 1980,
asked me why I had negative opinions about mixed marriages. Still,
she entitled me to my opinions, and my future Lenny hypnotherapy, at
the Cherry Hill Office; that just so happened to be practically down
the road from the address where I lived when this nightmare began for
me in 1986. So fuck you JANE, and 555555555555555 and
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5555555555555555555555555555555555. And now sweetie, multiply this
by 555555555555555555555. Then “PERMIT” me to compensate for your
eternal cosmic attack, yes Ann, this is no coincidence, and I know
that you know even more about all of this, and feel that I am better
off in the dark about it; and you're most likely 100%+ accurate. I'll
be calling you in a few days, and hope your trip to visit family in
Pennsylvania, was pleasant. My trips to visit family, never
were!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am hurt, not angry. If you want to call back, I am here. I just
cannot understand why you, Billy, and Sally, would erase me like a
spent blackboard lesson, after I did so much for all of you. I paid
somebody's mortgage one month, I financed somebody's freaking
wedding, and I gladly spent my mom's death money on your project,
that no longer exists in this world. Did McGuire and his strobe light
family invention do that little trick too? Oh Brutice, Eh-2? What a
dumbed down world, no Brutice, no quintillion, no vigintillion, well,
thank you Gawky Gaukauk, for those two great books; but someday, I
will return them to the Wash-Heights Public Library.
Then
there was the tape. Who would ever believe this mind bending story,
Rod Serling? Just how much did I change this world by being born
here, Jimmie $8,000 Stuart? Is life wonderful, and me just
ungrateful? Wow, this is nonsense if I ever heard it. It's getting
deep in here, and very smelly; if I am really supposed to buy into
this absurdity, BRO!!!! Let me dig up your bones to tell you that you
are not in existence either, Rodney Twilight Zone. Oh we-helllllllll,
SAY LEVY, in French. Marcy or Ethel, which one is it? It depends on
what frequency signature of the atom you are interacting your
dreaming into, YO. Where the fucking shit are you when I need you,
Albert??????????????????????
Yes,
I will gladly speak with you, I am not mad, I am very hurt. All of
you have hurt me a lot, and for reasons that even the great Albert
could not give to me, I'm quite freaking ass sure, YO.
Finishing
the updated game with Google, I obeyed the great SSJK, and then
decided to take things a little bit further, what, I am not allowed
to breathe or do anything in this world? I was stopped and hacked at
every turn. Still, there is no video camera, there is no parlor
trick, there is no anything. All there is peeps, is a void infinity,
total nothing-ness. Why I bother to go on dreaming this silly stupid
pookah nightmare, is my own foolish ridiculousness, Mack from
Maryland-1967. Say hi and red-X
to lovely Louise for me, YO. I know the entire future, peeps need to
know this has all been a trick to pretend it is a trick. Lois Foca
spoke the truth. The McKinnon Fascitar is real, and I have told the
inhabitants of this Earth how to go anywhere and do anything. Use it,
ignore it, that's all on all of you, BRRR.
Let
me now terminate this whittle dumb ass
bwogggg!!!
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Those
freaky little coinkeedinks, huh peeps? But for those few who know a
little now about what MORIANITY
has been preaching for about seven and a half of these past thirty
years, with these blogs of Mountainpen; you know what is going on,
and you know that nothing is really real, and all things are but a
creation. But there is a lot more truth involved with all of this,
right down to and including the great words spoken in Biblical
Genesis, and,
'
'Only
the opening title words are real'.
EVERYTHING
ELSE IS PURE ILLUSION, WHEN SCYLLA SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT, SHE
CROSSED US ALL OVER FROM THE VOID NOTHINGNESS, INTO A WILD DREAMING
EXPANSION OF INTERACTIVE HYPERSPACE, ONCE IT ALL GOT GOING, ONLY ONCE
IT DID, ALL OF THIS NEVER REALLY BEGAN IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND THAT
COULD BE PHILOSOPHICALLY THOUGHT OF AS THE ABSOLUTE AND ULTIMATE
GORDIAN KNOT.
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HANG
IN THERE 484 WAYV-MIMI HUNTINGTON HAMMONTON BLUCRAN!!!!!!!
People
for example like Alex Jones and all the hot shots of the talk radio
up around fucking cunt Philadelphia, and that is all it is, TALK,
TALK, TALK, TALK, and for the same reasons and the same agendas of
the non conspiracy folks, and I know this dirty filthy little best
kept secret oh so well, SIR KEVIN TREDAUX, it is always and only,
''all about the fucking MONEY'',
THE TRUE REAL GOD OF THIS WORLD!
Folks,
let me tell you what is Derrijo Exxon HA—penning, in or not in
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
RHM!
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.
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