MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
CHAPTER
002
“That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr”. Well Dock, oh mighty throat
specialist off of Grant Avenue after making my turn off of 95 and
onto Academy Road, what is my problem? Why will I go into a slow
endless eternal torment, and stay here forever and ever, Dennis
Chase, Everett Simpson, and Robert McGuire????????
Hello
MICROSUCKS HACKERS FUCKING JERK OFF CLUB. First the light-bulb, then
the fucking update shit that won't fucking cunt update, then Narrator
Program crashes which it usually does when you hit the 4-hour
postpone longest possible option. Let's see what else these WALL
STREET SCUMBAG MOTHER FUCKERS have planned for me, in violation of my
cunt chewing CIVIL RIGHTS to speak my mind on this blog, to the
public or anyone anywhere that wishes to listen to me. Remember,
nobody is holding a gun to your head and saying read Mountainpen or
else. Not nobody, not now how, Dorothy Wizards
Twintwisterblisters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Jesus Christ, are you out
there, second cuzz twins, Stacey-Alice and oh lord, I forgot my own
twin cuzz's name, but I do remember the third child, Jeri, right cuzz
Sandy, YO? Twice, I wrote in CUZZ and it came out ''couzz'', Bob
McDowell, old Cooley-wormhole Hall Pal! Then I try making the double
black fucking line by holding down the (~~~~~~~~~~KEY) and hitting
ENTER, and no line, until my fifth fucking try, YES BOB, SOME HELP
WOULD BE FUCKING COCK SUCKING APPRECIATED HERE, OLD BUDDY OF MINE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Bobby,
I'm getting pop up fucking screens, and one mother fucking cunt
chewing annoyance and black crack hat hack after another, come on
fucking FBI, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Death
fucking cunt android-angels also are on a fucking cunt roll over the
past hour now, Pam Bondi, and State of Florida Police, and local
PEEDEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mack 1967 and 1968 Kaiter, Camp
Counselor from Camp Chesapeake, in Northeast Maryland, this is
ridiculous, just like I told you back then, and I told Louise
Hendershodt all about the mother fucking RED
'X' DEAL,
OUT HERE IN THE FUTURE!The
JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPES are over now.
Oh
Lordess (SAR) (AH),
what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world, it is the
personal interaction that I must endure in hyperspace, in this
particular parallel universe. So many peeps have told me my
DREAMING-TRIANGLE is not real and accurate, based on the fact that
they cannot control what happens in ''dreams'' and they can here when
awake. I always respond back with a little mental exercise that
really tends to blow fucking minds from Heredahellda and back again.
Just how much do you, or can you, dude, duddess, control here in your
waking life? Can you wake up and decide today I will become a lawyer
or a rock star or marry some god or goddess type of awesome person,
or ''whatever'', to quote you as a boy, Honorable ex 1975 friend, and
co-friend of Albert Pileggi; Honorable Congressman Robert Andrews,
kind sir??????????????????????????
Definitely
NOT the 'DDDDDDDDDDDD' same old song, with any kind of a fucking
beat, BRRRRR; whether you have been here, been gone, or never left,
as the great Billy Harner would say to me a lot back late last
century and at the start of this new one as well, he really is a very
cool dude when you don't get rammy with his buddies,
http://www.billyharner.com/
and go screw your fucking mother, MICROSUCKS
LIGHTBULB HACKER!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MCN.
Yes
between Mike MCN and Lenny MCK, I am doing a real bang up job of
living here on Planet Earth, as Mark Wayne Mohr, BANGED
UP TO HELL
that is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARES, talking about exploratronics
here, just a short while ago. My blogs have discussed this before. We
all tend to have one or perhaps several locations where to each of
us, these locations could be thought of as PERSONAL-POWER-SPOTS, just
as UFO's have their, as the documentaries on this topic like to call
it, HOT SPOTS. Oh well PCI-1973-BOB, and Shorty J. MacInvondi; at
least they don't seem to have their HOT SHOTS; or no one's talking
about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
GOD DAM SHIT, I'M
FAT,
AND I'M NOT
ON THE FUCKING SYFY
CHANNEL;
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Is
it time, Mildred
B. Young,
to go back to your classroom at Cooley-Wormhole
Hall
now, or just back half way or maybe three quarters, to the great
farm outside of HADDONFIELD;
to quote my
words in 1970,
to my special-ed teacher, Mister
David Leigh Smith;
that turned out to be in fact, a time nearly a decade later; and a
place; Misses Sudano; called ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS
of VOORHEES, NEW JERSEY?????????????????
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
I
was living at 506
Robin Hill,
during the time of Ingrid, and these other two idiots, as well as the
poison fake cigarette trick that my mom and I played on the Otammic
forces against me, that are now called by me, for the most part; the
MILITUFORCE.
2006-2014
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5 blogs before this one:
JUNE
19, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 10:25,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT, HUMIDITY
98%, my ass hole nabes above me, are hammering!
HA-HA-HA;
YOU
MISSED ME,
MISS WATER WITCH BITCH, PRICK ASS JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
are going to be getting into some major powerful stuff now my
Morians, so be good and muff diving braced as we get into the final
third of fuckiGN cunt June. Yes sir, I am BACHHHHHK,
GOVERNOR MUSCLES, AND I AM VERY GLAD THAT YPU COUNTED ON
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO'';
HERE WE GO AGAIN, OLD 1991 PAL, ARTHUR TCE CRANE, ONLY NOW; I AM
TELLING ABOUT TWO POWERFUL ''DREAMS'', AND WHAT MY PLAN WAS AND HOW
IT WENT DOWN THE MOTHER FUCKING TOILET TODAY, WELL, I'LL TELL SOME OF
IT. IT WOULD BE SUICIDE TO TELL TOO MUCH, FOR ME THAT IS. THEY JUST
NOW TRIED TO HIT ME WITH MORE OF THEIR FUCKING
(DISAPPEARING-WORD-HACKING) BUT I CAUGHT IT AND REPAIRED THEIR MOTHER
FUCKING BULLSHIT. Back
in 1969; Mister Marcucci loved Scott Frazier's nicer
Russian word for BULLSHIT;
and many parents and history educators, probably wish the younger
kids used it also; but let's not get too fucking political on this
whittle bwog here tonight YO, Elmer Fwudd.
Now
before I tell you something about last night's major dreams and then
the night before that, and then tie it into why this blog-book now
goes by a new name, and what my plan was that fizzled and farted
fuckiGN out today, let
me tell you lovely nineties babe GINA, that yes, I BELIEVE I TOLD
YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, AND YES SWEETIE
PIE; THE
MARKET WILL JUST KEEP RIGHT ON GOING MOTHER FUCKING ENDLESSLY
UP-UP-UP-UP
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP!!!!
AND
YES, I TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
ALWAYS KNOW, THAT I AM GETTNG HAMMERED BY
AN ENDLESS FUCKING BULL MARKET ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST
LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH
THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT
I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!
THESE
CUNT LAPPING FUCKING TRASH ASS BASTARDS WON'T STOP HACKING THIS
MOTHER SUCKING CUNT CHEWING MOUSE. BY MAKING A
LOT OF SHIT GO WRONG WITH A MOUSE, IT
FUCKING CUNT MAKES DOING DOCUMENTS ON A WORD PROCESSER SYSTEM, MAJOR
FUCKING CUNT EATING MISERY, CUBED AND FUCKING CUNT CUBAN; IN
OR OUT OF PUSSY HUFFING ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY; ALSO WRITTEN AS
(ACNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
cunt eating fucking computer is not so much hacked, but is attacked,
when the cunt lapping mother fucking enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE, feels
like cock sucking striking it; FBI, ACLU, FCC, AND OTHERS OUT HERE
OWH JUST MIGHT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CIVIL RIGHTS AND FUCKING LIBERTIES,
OR THJE FUCKING CUNT LOSS THEREOF, YO YO YO YO YO
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
let's talk about
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HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS.
Two
nights ago; my daughter told me to do something, and I did it. I
don't know why MC in that parallel universe told me to do it, but I
did.
In so doing; I had a huge thing confirmed. The dude at the library
from the CHASE family two years ago, was a plant. Any record of his
working at the local grocery store is erased and gone; just
as MC told me it would be.
I, to put it quite , don't really give a fuck. But she seemed to want
me to do this, and learn this, so as I said; I did, and I
did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Wo' Billy Harner, last
man on the Steel Pier;
but then, shortly before you were, some other major event went down
on this pier, and we all know it, so why play stupid ass games? I
also know that when I faked like I would be dead in an hour back at
506 Robin Hill in 1984, suddenly, a lot of peeps that were messing
with me on the telephone, abruptly stopped it completely, for quite a
while. It was as if they JUST POOF, DREAM-FLASHED AWAY far fro here
and any of us in this realm. Well, blog counts don't lie, and you all
saw I was getting over 200 average daily hits for a while. 50,000
went to 55,000 in days, then right after I ran the poison non cake
cigarette experiment number two in 2014 from Fort Pierce, Florida;
poof, a lot of them went away again. Am I dreaming all this fucking
shit up, White House, Secret Service, FBI, NSA, CIA, whoever,
whatever, hay, you geniuses tell me, YO???????????
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could
post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that
corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this
(doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever
could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM situation.
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting,
is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom
stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
Then
came last night. Cuzz Trump was with me, and we were in a place I do
not feel I should discuss, of course it was in a parallel universe.
After-all, my body is laying dead on a bed, and my spirit is out and
roaming around in the parallel universes of hyperspace, and all of
you call this ''dreaming'', same diff, I promise ye. All I will say
is that he told me he knew what I was supposed to do and that I
always need to obey the great Queen of the universe. He said many
things, I just don't feel too great about imparting a lot of this on
a blog right now. Sorry. I will say this, YO. He and I got talking
towards th every ending of the nocturnal-experience, about my dropped
off viewership after it had reached a nice clip. I remember as
clearly as if it was on my television right now, and I was sitting
all kicked back with a bowl of luscious and delicious Breyers Ice
Cream in my hands, and watching it live. I said, ''Cuzz Don, I would
rather have a real audience of 10 and a total blog count now of 900,
than have a million daily readers that would max out most counters
after a few years''. I went onto say, and I remember it in paraphrase
only so I do not quote here, that it would be better to have one or
two or three peeps who wanted to meet me and see what this is all
about, than have the combined hits on a stupid silly blogger count,
of all the famous people on Youtube on the planet. As I said, this is
a very close but not actual quote from me. Then he smiled and he said
to me in a changed pitch of voice from before, “Cuzz, you're all
wet. The more you have reading you, the more earning potential you
have''. You see, even in that parallel reality, he only sees dollar
bills. He has no clue that this blog is nothing at all about the
$$$$$$$$$$$, and that just about all other fucking shit on this
planet, is only about the $$$$$$$$$, just as the great Kevin Trudeau
taught so many of us through the years. I had already learned this in
1971 from a friend of the family, a Mister Leon Mitryk, from
Burlington, New Jersey, 60 yards away on High Street,from where I
worked with my brother in a print shop, nearly three fuckiGN hundred
years ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
no; sike doctors of the world; I don't pig out on pizza and ice,
right before shutting out the lights, and sacking out. But still,
Lenny; I've been told the head docks of the world will have a field
day someday with this blog; after I'm all dead and gone and maggots;
or as they perceive this in their illusion, might I add! I have been
here for fucking ever, and I will be here for fucking ever. As for
those four days of scrumptious gorgeous lightning bolts all around
me, yes, in that first busy-night, I was told after being given
instructions to find out more about Dennis Chase; that those
lightning bolts were given to me very specially, and I never
discussed this on any blog. Days before the twin-twisters you all are
hearing so much news about; came two back to back days where
lightning came down several times nearby, in amazing utterly
spectacular colorful twin bolts, as though the gods took colored ice
picks and simultaneously jabbed a piece of fruit called the air of
Fort Pierce. Having this go down one day would be astounding, but
then the next day as well, and then a twin twister, the odds of this
are about 473 decillion to one against happening by random
coincidence. I think I said it already, but permit me please as I
wish now to reiterate it quite emphatically and vociferously!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
AND
SPEAKING OF BEAUTIFUL BLONDS;
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday afternoon
when you saw all the hell I was going through at the hands of this
evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!
You are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS
LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
Mizz
Bondi, THEY'RE HACKING THE DAM HELL OUT OF THIS MOUSE,
MA'AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
H—E—L—P
------------ M—E!
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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