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Home | County News | News Videos | Photo Gallery | Directions | Calendar | A - Z | Contact Search Site: Health Social Services Recreation & Leisure Public Safety County Government Planning & Infrastructure Financial Assistance Education & Employment So exactly what is Morianity, and what are my motives for starting it? What is the reason for all these hundreds of unexplainable mirozzacles all around me for nearly if not entirely, my 60 year human life as current-me-Mark Wayne Mohr? What is being cleverly hidden by the most covert, deadly dangerous, wild and diseased city on Planet Earth, ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA, and how did I manage to get myself smack dab hub central, right into the very middle of this ROSS MIDNIGHT CHAIN ACTION, OR REACTION, to hear her tell it, 'RMA'. Was this Diana Ross's way of trying to tell me what was going to happen to me, after middle 1985 when she did that musical project? Was it on a subconscious level? Do any of you remember me telling you how there really is no separating divider between these forms of awareness in consciousness, and is merely used like a computer made mechanically with different drives, and the user switching with their controlling keyboard and mouse, which drive to be working with or moving contents around, and so forth? If you keep a diary-journal and record your life and give dates and times to entries, you can go back five years later, and as you review the entire time, your conscious mind will filter back into clear frontal view, all that otherwise would have been delegated more to the rear memory section. You do not need to remember in frontal view, but when you wish to, you need to have triggers. This is not a way to pull up otherwise lose memory of life. It is a mere switching on of these otherwise moved to the rear items not necessary for your survival. But not only do these rear-memories not go away, but they effect on an emotional level, the way we all behave in present moment, as we will always react to the ENTIRE MEMORY, both front and rear. Our emotional selves don't relegate or separate, but act out from the whole of our minds' experiences. This is why many times we all do stuff that we cannot seemingly figure out why in a million fucking years, we did that or said that, or did not when we feel we should have, it works all possible ways. Nothing ever just happens because we seemingly made a bad and a stupid decision. When we have the rarer occasional times that this still does not explain an action, then and only then, are we operating in five dimensions, or one of our potential doppelgangers from hyperspaces virtually limitless parallel universes is actively working within us, and we still in a 3-D awareness, can never even guess what's going on, trapped down at the bottom of a hill trying to peer out beyond our valley, while a type-3-exploratron living fully in 5-D begins to manipulate and control our full 5-D self. Now where is this going and leading? First, this opens up a universe of shit, and we cannot even think of touching a tiny bit on all of it, so again, it is pick and choose time, for me the writer. I used to get questions, and then I would gladly go here and go there and tell what a select few wanted to know more about, but recently this stopped. Peeps want to play their games with me, and cannot handle it it seems, when I get onto it. I wish them all well, and they only wish for me to fall off of a mountain, and I know this, and if anyone thinks they are fooling me for a second, a man of 60 years of age, then it is you that is a total ass moron, not poor old fucked up me. Oh yes, and you thought the BLUCRAN asked too many questions, lovely GAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We haven't even scratched this mile thick ice pond with skate scuff slivers yet, and that's a promise, Mister Foreman and Mister 10SC Avenue Gandhi. This weekend had a few quick times of HELLNABE action, with screaming and unruly crude obnoxious behavior patterns typical of monkeys on steroids, and a few slammed doors, and the one really loud door was when I began reading this very blog-part that I will paste in, an hour back, give or take, the first major slam of the day and following super loud screaming and shit by these dogshit swallowing jerk off ass-wipes; shortly before that time that woke me up from a short afternoon nap, with a bang, Sheriff Mascara, and RM-DM. What DREAMS really are, is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream books on the planet. If this sounds arrogant, all I can do is apologize my good people, but truth is truth. There are tons of triangles, even famous ones such as BERMUDA, but then there are more obscure and awesome ones that are kept heavily guarded behind secret-keeping-club vault guards of a cosmic nature, such as, the MAGIC TRIANGLE OF REALITY, (DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, & EXPLORATRONS)!!! Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV. ALONG WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE! MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS FROM JANUARY 2006-PRESENT DAYS: 2006-2014 © MOUNTAINPEN © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 2006-2014 AD Original five blogs: On Blogger since January 2006 Profile views - 2893 My blogs Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL About me Gender Male Industry Non-Profit Occupation paranormal researcher Location hammonton, new jersey, United States Introduction Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Interests I close my mind to nothing Favorite Movies all old movies Favorite Music most old music Favorite Books gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. NEW BLOG FROM DECEMBER OF 2011, and new DATA:

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Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

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Also, lovely Twinbay from 2008; at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

On Blogger since January 2006; current blog 12/2011.

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NOW THE ACMUA SEEMS TO HAVE A MAGIPOTTER WEBSITE THAT WORKS FOR THOSE WHO THEY WANT IT TO WORK, AN DNOT WORK FOR THOSE THEY DO NOT, MAYBE SOME TYPE OF SOFTWARE BLOCKER THAT READS IP ADDRESSES AS WELL AS COMPUTER NUMBERS, ALL COMPUTERS HAVE ONE YOU KNOW, AND WE ALL ARE ATTACHED AND GLUED TO THEM, SO WE IN FACT, AS THE 1980 SONG PERFECTLY PREDICTED, ALL HAVE A NUMBER, AND NONE HAVE A NAME, AND ALL THAT WE DO HAVE, IS EACH OTHER TO BLAME, 'CAUSE LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, WOW, © 1980, ME, AND YES, AT 1802 RED YUMMY ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, SO IMAGINE THAT!

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Now this may be along the lines of the so-called magical leprachaun pasted-in changing items on my blogs. I don't have to come up and change these market charts or weather maps and photo cams, it does it automatically with little electronic software leprachauns, or would have been perceived in that way 300 years ago, with all of us dangling from trees with ropes around our necks and folks with torches screaming all around us. You know I speak the dam ass truth, ladies and gentlemen. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, with or without help for Jamaican Rhonda, and very tasty new berries called Carey's Blucran's. If my old blogs did not predate all of this, I would not show the world that there is proof to my claims. This cannot be fudged, as if I were to try going up and making changes, the latest changes would reflect a new date. An d if you give me that much credit as some super black-hat; thank you, but better give the credit to all Microsoft Corporation initialed families, and not to me, to keep things honest and legal here, right United States Copyright Office of 1988 and 1989, YO???????? And no, don't try purchasing these new berries across from the Fort Pierce Harvest right there on Orange Avenue at the stop light. Still, coincidences like al of this are stellar dot connections, and to not believe this, well, talk to Professor Kaku, and to quote arch enemy WFMU Jason Forrest, FUCK YOU, hay I'm just quoting him here, YO! You've all seen his copyright disclaimers and what we can all go do with ourselves if the Catanno doesn't have what we're looking for, or some such nonsense, WO BILLY, I don't like your dam coffee or cars, so plank that!

Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. Life is so precious they all say, right lovely Lightning? Well you sure are to me, and I told you this back in 1983, all highlighted in magenta color below, WO!

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[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
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[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
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Don't let them burn you alive, old fire survivor Tom Glenn. If you're out there somewhere and not too busy with the National Football league old pal, why not drop me a line and we can share family-fire stories, or would be sharing? I think this entire bullshit with these fucking deadly dangerous Givens and Callio and McGettigan and McGuire peeps, is all one and the same, no different than Superman and Clark Kent, am I right, shark-tossing Jenny Johnson, and Shannon 90210 gorgeous Doe? Wait a minute Brenda Moore Brindammor hockey Philly 57 rotten-voice, is this all real, Memorex, Techno, or me just going totally mother fucking nuts for 60 years? I don't happen to believe the last item. Oh well Mashell, at least it is not 1987 Blankenship. I have had to suffer through a lot of crazt bizarre experiences, and some say it is deserved for not taking the HMS Titanic as originally planned. I could not wait that long to see my lovely Sarah Karge however, and when she told me who I really am, well, I lost it, and almost destroyed this world, actually, it will never ever be the same, another hung in there Huntington, right Great Uncle Arthur, and yes, sorry, I meant Arthur on that other blog quite obviously, not daddy-Herbert. Still wshhhhhh, that windy city and those recurring dreams, my life is filled with such things, schools of mystery, cities of wind, and a lovely goddess chasing me all around forever an dforever, well, thjat I can live with, or die with, or as you said before you almost became president, ''WHATEVER''. You see folks, a real intelligencia crowd can add these things all up and realize that one way or anotherm, things around me are PROGRAMMED to be what they are and connect into powerful and outlandish shit that's so fucking surreal that words will fail every time. There is no way to ever tell the full story of me or my Morianity. But like a great James Patterson work, it builds, and it builds, and is like a great tower skyscraper building except that it never ever seems to receive a top floor. This Morianity Tower is becoming one hell of a mother fucking tall structure, even if I do have to say so meself, maitees, YARRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Greedy Mister FISHER man, well dad, like Dave Roth, you can really pick some wild friends, right FBI of the sixties. Loved those pix you gave to my mom, cool man, 'pump pump pump', right Mister Hilton Shill Persecutors of 1998?????????????? Did me a lot of good huh, I have the physical strength of a small fucking child!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I was going to tell you the story of last year's QUEER-EEE-CROW television commercial, and how it connected the major hell persecution that began around me in August of 1986, just as in this time 27 years later almost to the day, but things got side tracked. One of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. NOW THIS HACK STOPPED ME FROM TELLING THE STORY! What it did not do is stop those that poke fun of me, from making some new ad spots, am I right folks? Do you really buy into all these coincidences? The L&O crew, myself, and Yogi Berra sure don't. WOW it takes all kinds to make a world, and the greatest Quantum-Physicists all agree whole heartedly on that statement, with all the ramifications involved. DUH-DUH, & WEEEEEE!!! You go Frank-Chester, I never forget anything, pal!

I DON'T EVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING, NOT IN 13,000 YEARS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND SHE DID REALLY SPARE THIS WORLD, ALL BECAUSE I ASKED HER TOO!!!

JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »

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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:

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Cherry Hill Regional School

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Voorhees Township, NJ, USA, ES-MWG:

5 Offenders Found

137 foreclosures Found

Total Crime Rating 60.51 

Environmental Concerns Found!

2012 Test Scores are Available!

AND CONTAINS THE GREAT ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, D.L. SMITH!

WELL LENNY, YOU WERE ONE PERSON WHO KEPT A PART OF YOUR PROMISE, EVERY ONE ELSE WAS 100 PERCENT A FUCKING LIAR. HAY, LET'S TAKE A MAGIC ROADTRIP SOON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise not to tell any more about skating rinks, color codes, hup cap damage, fires, or monster-ass-recordings so what do you say???????????????????????????????

OH FUCK THE WORLD, GOOD PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAY LURCH ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard. David Leigh Smith, in 1970, I Hope life is treating you better than it has HS-me, old friend!!!!!!!!!

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fffffffffffffffffffuck it all, TttttttTTTTOM RrrrrrREALE. Hope you're happy as shit, you rotten mother fucker water company traveler. Folks, this bastard sold the fucking house he molested me in in the summer time of 1970, to the ACMUA, not some car fucking dealership, but the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. More secret dirty covert shit is all throughout this operation than I could even hope to cover in a million blogs of twin length to all of this 100 month blogging project so far. Yes Diana, geer grind, clutch dust, vehicle toast, your moon is lovely, keep coming up over the ocean, I can feel you my beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986!!!!

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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me.

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http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU----THIS IS ERASED NOW!!!!!

GUESS WHAT, SOMEBODY REMOVED THE PHOTO OF THE 'SUPPOSED ME', AS OF 21 APRIL IN 2014. I BELIEVE THIS WAS DAWN'S BD.

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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I told you everybody, and have been telling you, and you cannot take this away from me, THE STOCK MARKET WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FLYING UP And up and up and up, day after day and week after week, as these diseased prick shit ass holes go on endlessly harassing me to my pathetic freaking grave. Every day it is up 20 or 30 or 40 or 50 points. Every week it is up one or two or three hundred points. You all know I have told you, it is all on the blogs. I said years ago it would make a super high, then correct, and then gain every mother fucking ill gotten bit of it right back, and it just about has now, and anyone following these blogs as well as the stock market knows that I have correctly picked this, right exactly on the mother fucking money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KING NEBNOOSHH has spoken, and KING NEBNOOSHOO is on the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Who can dispute any of this, you ONYX, you Miss JAMWELL, any of you butt wipes from the UM CLUB who tell me I am full of it? Am I? Wanna get into a real prediction-competition with me, hay, any fucking ass time peeps, any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just let me know.

Now the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL had me so up set earlier that I forgot to tell how the strobe lights of the great city of David, known also by mortals as Heaven, Paradise, and to the esoterically educated, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, actually have a dual purpose, wow, it seems that doubletons are on a real roll these days. One thing that they bring to the residents of the Astral Plane's capital city, is unmeasured bliss and joy from the utter joy and ecstasy at its total epitome, just from interacting in such an indescribably exciting and exquisite place, only it is not a tangible place, but rather it is a condition-interaction. But the twin-effect is so huge that I did not let it out when Scylla explained it to me, or really better said, allowed me 2 remember in conscious memories when I awoke into the time illusion of the day of 29 January, as previously told and explained on prior recent blog texts. You see, these strobing wild colors remove totally, any awareness that there even is such a thing as endlessness, it is merely not part of the equation there, it thus is never thought of or in any possible way does it have one tiny seed of reality. The truth of endlessness is not changed, but the memory erase or the ETTOS effect, produces the simple and total heavenly effect of not permitting this reality to be any part of the city, hence it is as though it is not a factor of anything. If for example there is an unknown sort of magical chord in music that really exists, but is somehow forever blocked off from the human world inhabitants, then it is as though it is not there at all. It really is there, but to us forever here on the mortal waking world, it is not. This is what makes 'HEAVEN' what it is, more than anything else, and thus no one is bored despite being in endless timeless interaction. When they dream down into their human lifetimes, Astral Entities only can relate to what they know in their frames of reference, so here, when it becomes obvious that in time worlds there appears to be this thing called death and we all come to see its illusion all around us especially as we live longer and begin attending more and more funerals of friends and acquaintances with the passing of more time, and so we believe in our humanly produced fear-of-extinction-illusions, as we have no reference or memory system of endlessness in HEAVEN. It is just there without our ever being cognizant of it being so. Now, in all other places out beyond the great city of SDK, there are no magical lights that do this, nor can any astral entity ever ever hope to master the exact way of producing this necessary effect and inventing these exact lights and patterns; so all of the outside Purgatory including the horrendous area known as DOGTOWN, all have the full awareness that there indeed is everlasting existence, a hell bad enough in itself, and that is hyper time amplified for those sentenced into DOGTOWN. The entire bible is a bunch of hoaxes and lies, and anyone can get onto the mother fucking U-TUBE, and just begin searching under CHEMTRAIL, from there more and more and better and better super sites start popping up that we all can click into, terrific top conspiracy theory sites that anyone mentally still alive needs 2 go to and with open mindedness, so that you can all witness and see the horrible shit that we are all in. We owe this fucking much to our damn children!!! Fuck us, it is all ready fucking way too late for us. Still, we definitely owe this to our freaking children. If we do not somehow all band together and stop this run away freight train, then our children will be in a world so miserable, that they may not be able to distinguish it that much from mother fucking DOGTOWN, or HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My words are true, so just freaking start Google-searching all around folks, before it is too late for those you love. It all ready is fucking curtains for us, it is a done deal for you and fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am totally disappointed in you brown eyes. Now I suppose the symbolism does indeed stand for the NEW AGE MAFIA. Funny how I seemed to freaking know that term, and use it as well quite often, more than 20 years ago from now. It is so interesting how I seem to be all around peeps who grew up right around your very neighborhood. The other day, I thought that I was gonna get into a physical altercation with a Smithy, but then, I work all around jail peeps, my life goes from one shit pot right smack dab into the other, the HC, right lovely girl? Now I finally have come to learn why you detest it so much whenever your dad takes you out of your great city and into freaking lovely Krassleville. It all makes so much sense now, the lights here, the lights there, the ETOSS, wow, what really ever freaking changes!!!!!!! But this is not the biggest thing I've learned. Today I came to learn that you and fallen Santa Claus have been hacking me with your track programs. I never thought that you would do this to me Scylla. I suppose now we are totally even. You could not have made me sadder than you did today. Maybe a second song will end up on the u-T soon, and will be 5 times worse than RGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peeps, use the internet and learn what is happening all around us. This is not a game or a toy, this “INTERNET” is being used for monstrous evils by THEM, now we need to access its powers and abilities to operate shit on our side of the army, the good side, the positive right spinning subatomic motions. It always has boiled down to these two spin directions, and it always will. On a human or carbon based elemental level, this translates into righteousness and evil, on the non carbon elemental system, the reality is without illusion, the pure positive and negative polarities of opposing forces, endlessly doing battle, and that battle is called the (game of balance). Stopping one force for even a small fraction in the 4^th dimension, causes devastating power to unleash, this world is not ready for any of this shit. Velocitronics and controlling zero point energy or ZPEV, pronounced “ZEEPEV” in about 140 years as the age of Aquarius is literally ushered in, will see the beginning of all of this. But as always, the good forces will use it to harness unlimited energy for good purposes to make life on this Earth a virtual utopia; while simultaneously, the bad forces will see how to make weapons that are capable of literally rippling entire galaxies apart in one fucking fell swoop. I ought to know, I have been to these futures and seen it all, remember the 2008-World Series, and all the other shit I said before it all went down. All you have to ever do is to archive my blogs at the GOOGLE owned site, www.blogger.com/ hyperlink 'drunkenhive'. A few prior blogs were hacked, and the year came out both times on the fucking text as 2000, a child knows that I meant to have the year 2008 typed in. Go back and see it for yourself.

Well it is late and time for me to fucking hit the old sack peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!

Nighty-night evweebuddy, whaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION:

AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY, IT IS ALL SO REALLY FUNNY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.

WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

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