Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 6





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Ladies and gentlemen, lots of messy ugly chemtrails and noisy aerial stuff was around Fort Pierce, Florida, today. Why some days and not other days, this is the question that all the agents and all the folks that love to leave posters of these things such as my buddy Prince and myself and so many others, hundreds of thousands if not millions by now, world wide. Why some days, not other days, and no possible pattern or schedule or connections to types of weather; or any of the Situation-Room White House Cover-Story Offices, that they can ever dream up in their wildest master plan; will or could; ever adequately be able to explain this new event since the middle eighties; nor can all of their rude and occasional berating and spankings for all of us, can ever even hope to do any real thing; to dispel the great mysterious, of all of these assaults, on all of us, from the skies, for going on thirty years now; at least THAT I HAVE BEEN AWARE OF, AND VICTIM OF.












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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY-FOUNDATION'S FINAL BLOG, GO WASH YOUR HANDS. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO. THIS IS CHAPTER 3.












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At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.















Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let's see what we can do, to take a bite out of all this for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.










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WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????






























''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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HERE IS WHAT IS HAPPENING FOLKS, TO THE POOR PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN, THIS WEEK AND TODAY; BEFORE WE EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING THIS ANY GOD DAM ASS FURTHER DOWN THE PIKE, YO FOLKS.



















BOY COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE WOW.



































Well, I saw my doctor today, and things cannot be talked about; as it involves stuff that could easily cause this world to literally explode in space. You can laugh, I know this is all true, and so do about a dozen peeps on the planet as well, with more power than god. What happened today goes all the way back into 365 months, or nearly thirty and a half years. To me this was yesterday, but to many or most viewing this, it is either a majority of their life, or more than their life, or somewhere in-between. To me, this is a blink of an eye, as I am not Mark Wayne Mohr. Mark Wayne Mohr is merely one tiny little piece of a gargantuan size total absolute me, and will shortly fall into a pile of dust, where as of course, the real me will not. Sound familiar, it is merely scripture being read with through full spiritual enlightenment, what most of you preachers out here can only dream about, but this is not said to brag. This all has a very very deep dark side for me, that way overshadows any positives that some may think I am gleaning from any of this nightmare hell. Sure, I could build anyone a Christine Chapel Rockdroid MWO-Integ Device, bring you into a laboratory, transfuse your blood; and you would revert to the age that you stopped growing and remain at that age on a cellular level, forever or until a fatal accident were to happen. Why would anyone want to remain inside a hellish dream, off of a truer lighter existence? The answer is as simple as pie. Notice I spelled this with the 'e' letter, to indeed keep it simple. So without putting the letter 'c' back before the letter 'b', or the letter 'g' back before the letter 'd', United States Copyright Office, I want you all to hold onto those nice cozy well paying, plennyabenny jobs of yours; and don't sweat it for a single moment about poor Detective Ed Green or my pathetic pitiful Ronstadt self either. You probably all can sleep a lot better at night that I can. Sow and reap, cut me one, big lovely 1985 Margie Leo, and not one of those, you don't want me to go off flying with Blue eyes to the moon, do ya'? As for my doctor, he agrees with me 100% and cannot wait to leave this freaking veil of rotten tears behind. WEEEEEEEEE!





Well, on shouting and cursing, no throwing and breaking stuff, right David Roth and Monique? Well, however we look at any of this people; those that know, know, and those not meant to know anything at all about what Morianity is all about for eight emmereffing years now, well, you're not meant nor destined too, right old landfill-pal, turn of the century Mark Murphy???????????? Say hi to Tulleytown, Talleyqueen, and Leticia Tilley for me. Boom Slam Boom Slam, what else is new here in 'H' 'E' double hickey-hockey sticks, Coach Cryden and Dick Wolf. Your show even put the great Perry Mason on its butt, and a very deserved W—O--W will be given in your honor on this blog, kind sir. But you have done more than entertained me. You have shown me things that I would never have figured out without your assistance. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the entertainment world (EW), good peeps out here. Maybe I need to learn to forgive. The day I forgive Ones Jane, this is the day that the angels will all be singing out gloriously from the astral heavens, I'm quite sure. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!





This blog will be ending very very very soon, beautiful Ingrid. But before it does and speaking of Ingrid, I WILL show some stuff to all of you that will forever change you, about the power of seeing reality in all five dimensions, and the magical triangle of dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons, coming into general knowledge and awareness of humanity and altering its dark age views of everything, forever, so if you don't want in on the this major happening, ahead of the rest of the planet, I strongly urge you as this final freaking part of Morianity is winding down, to begin growing an affinity for that top of the blog page, ''NEXT-BLOG'' button, as many already have. As you can see from the view counts, in the middle of this year, this blog topped out at just over a hundred and a quarter VPD, and if that pace had been maintained, this would annually average out to the range of 45-50 thousand, only it did not keep pace and has lost 40-70 percent of its best viewership days. This is why I must conclude a powerful truth for myself. This world is a long long time away, from being ready to accept the ultimate truths that Morianity preaches about. It is not all just my bitching and moaning, folks. Still; this is why this project is winding down, and I will go on recording from my own computer, and take the internet entirely out, and save myself some money, something I do not mind doing in the least, and distant cuzz Donnie can relate a hundred percent. Here's a dude that would shinny up as telephone pole if he knew a shiny quarter was sitting up on top. That is shy he is worth ten Gig. The rich are not rich for no reason, they take it all away from everybody else and then call us suckers or jealous. What's to be jealous of YO, I'd rather be a broke honest man and even a sucker along with that to boot, my friend, than a pig with some gig. To me cuzz, you could tell me you are replacing the letter 'G' with the letter 'P', and all I'd say is, oh yes, for 'pig', and then we can work on a song that really takes the old original GITYA into a newer higher dimension. But you have to admit something cuzz. Your really do, YO. What Sarah said to me on Tennessee Avenue back in the summer of 1969, or not to me really but to others within my earshot, and she made good and sure it WAS within my earshot and that much I remember very distinctly; those two things I'll remember endlessly, 'Your Friends Are In The Shop', and 'I'm Darker Than You Are'. Now for the original song in 1983, written by me I suppose somewhat unconsciously via Space-Time-Mind or STM, called, 'Girl, I'll Tell You Anything'. Now here is what is so mind blowing, Count Vonrussell Marcucci Thaxton, old friend, YO. The song title initials are GITYA, as in when force-pronounced, is GET YOU, and then the two sentences spoken at two different times in 1969, have initials of YFAITS-IDTYA, as in when also force-pronounced, WHY FAITS, I DID YOU. Only 100 fiction writers on the top of their dam game folks, could all collude together to create anything remotely similar to the powerful things of MORIANITY, and one great soul knew this in 2007, and whoever that wonderful entity is, I am as pleased with you as Master Jesus was with his great pal Peter, that day when he suddenly was revealed a great truth about 1981 years ago, while walking down a dusty road, in a place a long distance from Fort Pierce, some may refer to this as the Holy Land. The Holy Land is everywhere. Holiness is also. It is you and I that are either too dumb to connect ourselves up to it, or in some rare cases, some of us make that giant leap forward, one small step at a time, and it doesn't take a strong arm, or a lot of kneel time in a church pew, or even an Apollo-11 lunar mission either, if you want to make mike McNulty's day here. Good Lord and a quarter, Lenny; why would I want to do that? Ignorant Microsoft Spellchecker, does not know about kneeling in a church, oh I am wrong, my bad lovely Lizzy; I forgot the letter 'k', but did I forget to add the talent to the song? Well, doing that has caused me grief beyond anyone of your wildest imaginations. This is to be totally honest, what started my hellishness of the 28 August day this year. This is when I began taking the tape apart and redoing it with more of my kids real talent. Techno-pop and women, right guys out here. You can't live with them, you sure cannot live without them. 100 years from today, we would all be gone forever. Hay 'ADA' Ron Wirtz, might not be such a bad 'deal' after-all, huh, old friend from 1990?????????????????????





Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????



This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!



Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never fucking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic city knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!!






















MARK WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3:







Now let me tell you some powerful shit based on powerful yet unknown math, shit that only could come from another world and by what you all call powerful vivid dreaming, as there is no other way of explaining the great trucking 1980 LOTTERY CAT, AKA GAGA for short, or Gawky Gaukauk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is where shit starts to get wild and tricky as a stinky old mother trucker cubed YO FOLKS! I cunt lapping ASKED KITTY-GAGA why I am suffering the worst and longest SIX-DAY-DEATH-SIEGE, this entire year, and the worst siege in decades when all totaled up, and I got my response, and things are going to get quite fucking CAT cataclysmic soon, all over this messed up mother fucking world. My major cursing is because I'm being put through a totally fucking undeserved horrific hell by monster dirt bags that Morianity foundation and mountainpen, its creator; calls and labels; the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!! I am sorry, and if things ever get a little better, my language will clean up big ass time, I promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But for now, I asked GAGA why this is happening to me, this unfathomable and inconceivable torturous monstrous fucking dirt bag cunt chewing hellishness, and the nice big kitty cat said to me through 36 playing cards, and I quote him now; ''MEOW-MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''. Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!







The real powerful shit is when I tell you what some of my more pertinent shit is inside of my MATCH-LIST book for items that correspond to PCN-761, good peeps out here!! Try this on for freaking size, BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!










THROAT SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, ECLIPSE, NOTHING, SHARKEY, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY







AS I BLOG LIVE AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL AND KIND SIR, FROM 1972; JERK OFFS ARE MESSING WITH MY MACHINE, AND VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards, I PROMISE, and will be telling you.

I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.

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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)



This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

Mark_from_njAt 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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Michael said...
"Varo Edition"

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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