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***MORIANITY
PART 9***
''WHAT
ARE THE GATES OF HELL-A''
DEAR
LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR. IN CASE YOU ARE TOO MOTHER FUCKING
RETARDED TO REALLY REALIZE AND ACCEPT THIS TRUTH, I WILL STATE IT SO
YOU CAN READ IT OVER AND OVER ON YOUR OWN FUCKING COMPUTER FIVE TIMES
FUCKING DAILY, YO!!!!!
YOU
ARE IN HELL. HELL IS A CONDITION, HELL IS NOT A LOCATION. AS JOHN
HENNINGSEN SAID SO OFTEN TO ME LATE IN THE FUCKING CUNT NINETEEN
SIXTIES, ''IT'S JUST THAT SIMPLE''.
Now
what do the gates of HELL, have to do with blogs, my life here on
this Earth, and how my readership over the past 8 months give or
take, has fallen to nearly off the fucking cliffs of Dogshit
Mountain. I will get into these things, and that is a promise. First
there is other things I want to say on this journal. If my 30-day or
(monthly blog PH or page-hits, drops under the 2000 level, it will be
time to close up shop as far as posting these blogs. If things happen
again and shit is made to vanish as was the case with my original
life journal kept on cassette tape since the first day in February of
1983, then so fucking be it. I have to set some standards, and then
/i need to prove that I have the backbone to go through with my
promises, and let the world know I am not gong to be pushed around.
Hay, I am not blackmailing anyone to do anything, least of all to
read my shit if they have no desire to do so. But I have the right
also, to end this shit, if at a certain logical point, it becomes
quite obvious, that there is no real interest left in my wisdom, my
life, my blogs. For a short while, before MORIANITY ends, each part
of Morianity Part 9, is going to have a chapter and sub-chapter set
up, where a name is given to chapters that are then sub-chapter
sectioned, and several blogs are alphabetically, beginning with the
letter 'A', then grouped together until that chapter has exhausted
what it needed to talk about, whether it goes to just letter 'C' or
all the way to letter 'W'. If an interest does not re-spark and
rekindle, this will continue, just without any of you out here ever
reading another word of my wisdom. In other words, I am letting you
all in on the situation, and then informing you that I have no
problem at all in VIEWER-CHOICE operations, whether it be my blogs,
talent awards on television that I do not have anything to do with,
or any possible parameter that any one out here could ever hope to
dream up.
FEBRUARY
6, 2014,
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 8:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 66 DEGREES FNHT.
LIFE
FOR ME HAS BEEN SO BAD FOR 60 YEARS, THAT I KNOW FOR A
FACT THAT ANYONE ELSE ON THIS ENTIRE PLANET, WOULD BE IN ONE OF THREE
SITUATIONS, IF THEY HAD TO BE ME, ALL OF THIS FUCKING ASS TIME. DEAD,
INSANE IN THE BOOBY HATCH PSYCH WARD, WITHOUT ANY JAMMING MUSICIANS;
OR IN PRISON, HAVING A GREAT OLD TIME
THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO NO MATTER HOW
YOU SHAKE IT ALL UP, AND EXAMINE ME; I AM ONE HELL OF A WILD DUDE. A
TRUE SURVIVOR, LIKE THAT DUDE IN THE FOREST ON THE SCIENCE CHANNEL.
THAT IS ONE COOL DUDE AS WELL. HE IS MY PAL!!!!!!!!!!
So
let us now open up the question of just what the GATES
OF HELL really are, and all are all about, both literally
as well as symbolically. It is not complicated, believe it or not.
Nothing is real, only void nothingness is what is real. Everything
from this void infinity is a dreaming, out and away from it, not
altering the truth one bit that reality is always just the void and
nothing more. Because this is the truth, the gates of hell as well as
hell itself is both totally real, as well as totally unreal. The
problem is that we all are lied to by powerful wealthy salespeople on
television infomercials, insisting that we can totally control the
reality in our dreams or our ''waking world lives'', and as I went to
type the words in quotations, the shit got fucking hacked and never
came out, and I had to re-type it in again, at a quarter shy of
mother fucking nine of the clock; for the record; and no, we cannot
control shit, and those that suddenly watched some wild infomercial
or read that so-called big secret that was circulating in the middle
twenty-ohs; and then life got real great for them, I have news for
you all. Life would have improved with or without that secret, or
that infomercial you saw on fucking TV. And try as you might, you
will go all your life watching HOW TO shit on TV for life
improvement, and reading 1000 fucking things like the great SECRET,
if things are not destined for you to make it big, or even be at all
happy in this current-you-lifetime, THEN BUDDY, OR MAHM, IT WON'T,
and it is just that Red John Henningsen simple/sample,
with or without any help from 'Law & Order', or the great
Columbine High School.
The
gates of hell are real, and unreal, and some of us are in hell, and
others are not, and it will take a blog about a million times longer
than all of Morianity to so much as scratch a tiny dent in the total
reality that is behind this seemingly surface appearing simplicity,
good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
27, 2013,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 6:40,but
this is very relative.
Well
it took the 28th
mother fucking day this month to do it, but now officially, more
mother fucking BOTBARS than NON-BOTBARS are on the mother fucking
calendar, great peeps out here, yo yo yo!!!!!My
cunt huffing MPB is now 52% for DECEMBER-2013. My MPB for
2013 has CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol
Mason, and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that
made it onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood
and the Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally
connected into and through, by going on with this same wild new music
technology, after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout,
also made his everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my
juvenile adolescent brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half
give or take. Where the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister
fucking ass MACY???????????????? Well, he is in the VOID, and so are
we, and this is the truth. Still, as I now am dreaming out and away
from it onto the subatomic existence or ASTRAL-PLANE, and then from
so many interactions, got tired and fell asleep and began to dream
the dream here in this hyperspace life of MARK WAYNE MOHR; but here I
am stuck in HELL. The gate is the knowledge that I 100% totally know
is real and true. One side of the gate is the full knowledge of what
is going on, and the other side is the not knowing it. The gate is
just the gate, it is not a visible barrier. It is talked about very
cleverly in the Christian Bible in Genesis about the tree of
knowledge, and how we can then choose to know or not to know, and
knowing seems to bring into reality in hyperspace here, THIS HELL
CONDITION. But don't listen to fucking little nobody me, I do not
want you to do that, people. Go to your bible, and read the first few
pages, and then come back and re-read this chapter here in Morianity,
that is what I am asking you to do, but I ALREADY KNOW THAT NOT ONE
OF YOU WILL DO THIS FOR ME, just as my sixty-first great grand
daddy's Uncle Jesus Carpenter in Galilee, knew that Peter would not
stand up for him and be in his corner when it really counted, and
knew that the local fucking rooster would crow out three times as a
symbolic famous 3 number again, to show that he already knew that
this event was going to take place. But all the details to all of
this is for other following letters in this part in Morianity, you
know, B, C, D, whatever, on or off of Oak Street, right Bob Andrews,
old pal?????????
So
my question to all relatives, as well as things relative, is wasn't
fucking 52% MPB bad enough? It was for me in case anyone is at all
interested. But for the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
that's doing all of this hell around me to hurt and wreck my entire
life, it was not good enough. So is 80, or 90 enough either, or won't
they stop until they get me all the mother fucking way to 100 percent
magnetic percentage for botbar????????????????????????????? It is all
so fucking relative, only to me inside this skycar hellbox
interaction of 2301 AD, folks; or (SHI-2301), it remains my constant,
my CONSTANT FUCKING HELL, that
is, and my knowing how real it is, IS WHY it is what it is, ISIS
KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And 'DUH', treasure dads, of clueless Kim Wild's
America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So am I SHI or SHY about telling just WHY
SHY WHY, Copyright Office, Jimmy got his guts cut out at the Camden
High School that day???????????????????????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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