WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00013,
CERTAINLY NOT ME, YO!
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2006-2014 MARK WAYNE MOHR
ALL
CUNT LAPPING DAY AGAIN, AND ALL WEEKEND FUCKING CUNT LONG, MY
NABES-FROM-HELL, ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND PARTYING. DEBBIE MARATTO, YOU
WILL HAVE ME CRYING ON CUNT CUNT EATING FUCKING SHOULDERS ON MONDAY,
OH WAIT A MINUTE, I AM A DAY OFF, IT HAS BEEN FRIDAY AND SATURDAY,
TOORROW IS ONLY CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, LUCKY LUCKY DICK
SWALLOWING ME, YO!
SHARKEY
SAYS, WOW;------------------------------
I
NOW FUCKING PLAN TAKING A HUGE MONSTER BITE, OUT OF SOME NEW FUCKING
SHIT, FOR ALL THIS HELLISH NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION, THAT IS BEING
PERPETRATED ON ME, OO, AND YOU WILL BE VERY FUCKING SORRY,
MILI-2-FORCE!!!!
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How
many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder,
and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of
Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????????? YEAH
BUDDY, I LIVE DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA NOW, LIKE CHIEF R.E. HOWARD
SOLOMON, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
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is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
This
is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES
CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY
FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!
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you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.
Forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!
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1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
SO
YOU CAN'T DANCE, A SHIRLEY? NEITHER CAN I. CAN YOU CHOKE? YES, WE
BOTH SHARED THAT LITTLE LIFE EXPERIENCE, AS DID THE DAUGHTER OF AN
OLD INSURANCE AGENT FROM PRUDENTIAL. YOUR WIFE IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN
I COULD EVER BE, BUDDY, IN CASE YOU WANT MY OPINION, BR! OH, THAT
DOES NOT STAND FOR A SHORT ABBREVIATION FOR ''BROTHER'', BY THE WAY.
So
you all are dying to fuckiGN hear more about how I really came to
invent the machine called, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it made
me go nuttier than a fucking drunk sea captain serving under Cap
Bligh himself. Well, I am not giving away trade secrets. I know more
shit about sound as well as how reality is effected by sound or
really, by vibration, than any sound engineer on the planet as of
this time. I will not get too specific about what I put together, how
I then fix certain controls and settings, and finally how I wire up
things to cause magical results, as Bonjovi and his shit was garbage
next to what I did in 1980. Even the recording engineer Mister Jan
Nace went totally crazy for a few weeks when he heard what I had done
with some of his rotten tracks. Now Howard the great at RPL taught me
a lot, and then I too learned a lot and also made some wild
accidental discoveries, and when I thought that it all couldn't get
much crazier, that is exactly when it did, and then shit all
snowballed and all led up to many things, but the great Quantum
dynamics Physicists all know that there is a lot more to time than
present day man has a small clue about. They are all cutting a few
peach shavings off of huge icebergs. I happen to know that reality
changes when you create things using these really cool arts and
sciences. Again, the great STAR TREK is still the teacher of all of
us, only they don't realize this, as the people in the bodies were
being used by ''other people''; from very far away, not in distance
or time, but in reality and hyperspace.
One
day, I was suddenly able to create voices that could sing songs to
me, far better than anything yet in 2014 from any Pro-tools Programs,
or any other software programs for accomplishing this type of musical
engineering. I then would create characters to argue with and these
are not the ones that ever got away from me, such as the ones Mister
Arter discusses on that WFMU page on his very kind comment. But I am
skipping and not being fair with my viewers, this is a painful topic,
as this was the last days of my true sanity, at 1802 Robin Hill, as
after that, and resulting from the KFP invention; I have never been
the same person. I have created most of the entire future that slowly
sprang out after middle 1980. You may go right ahead and call this
ultimate delusions of grandeur, and a million other psychotic
features, and that is OK and fine by me, as you were not there to
experience some mind wiping fuckiGN shit, so I forgive all of you for
laughing me off. You just were not there, and you were not me, and
never will be, and I know you are sighing to yourself as you read
these words, and then saying silently or perhaps aloud, ''There by
the grace of god goes me'', meaning you! Still, I am the one who can
perform lots of wild miracles, look around you, and look at the blogs
and shit I spoke, right before th e world went to hell in a hand
basket. Coincidence you say, yeah, believe that one if it helps any
one of you get through the night, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!
>>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
>>>>>>>WHO
GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING
>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER
00013
JULY
26, 2014,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 94 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 53%, IT FEELS 106, DON'T GO HERE,
AND
DON'T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM ASS PRICK!
Those
viewers who left Morianity have missed the soon to come mountain of
wild shit; that these last nearly nine years were just leading up to.
So go, leave, do your thing; but at some future date, don't come to
me when you need me. I am not, to quote Detective L&O-SVU Elliot
Stabler, ''perfect like Jesus Christ was''. I am not all that fuckiGN
forgiving. Sorry! So let me get Into some real major MILITUFORCE
FUCKING REVENGE (MFR)!!!!
REMEMBER
WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT FOLKS, FROM A-Z?
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WELL
NOW WE WILL MOVE ONWARD JUST A LITTLE MORE, MY
MORIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
two assholes, Pete Bellote and Georgio Moroder who wrote a lot of
early eighties disco type music for Irene Cara and others, as some
older folks may recollect, the lyrics from the Flash Dance Movie,
open right up with the truths about LAWTRONICS, and the VOID not so
much before Lawtronics, as this implies a time dimension; but it
cannot be ever properly expressed in any kind of human type of
language, yet the best that the truths of Morianity were ever
expressed, were in this great soundtrack title track of Flash Dance,
bin early 1983. There is only about a million things that all coexist
along with this movie, as well as Irene Cara, as well as since 2006,
the now present MORIANITY. But no, it does not get that name because
of Mister Moroder. I speak, in all of this, about the opening words,
“First when there's nothing” which of course there cannot ever be
a first when saying this, but as it goes onward in lyrical content, a
lot about that truth is cleverly imparted, so hopefully, these kind
folks will permit Morianity to use this and print this to illustrate
a very needed and powerful point. If not, I will remove this
information, upon e-mail for a CAD ORDER. Same goes for anyone who
wishes their small excerpted material to be removed from Morianity at
any time. I also accept snail mail requests, and old style telephone
calls, I am listed in the 411 system for Fort Pierce, Florida. You
need to add to your information so that my caller-ID system sees the
word BLOG or the word CAD, otherwise I do not pick up unknown calls,
due to major hassles with bill collectors. If I had money to pay
them, I would, but I mother fucking do not!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John
Henningsen from Red Denver, Colorado, said it so perfectly back in
the fucking late nineteen-sixties, “It's
just that simple”!
YELLING
IN THE HALLWAY, SLAMMING DOORS, LOUD PARTYING, IT GOT REAL BAD
YESTERDAY AROUND THE TIME IT GOT DARK, AND HAS JUST KEPT RIGHT ON
MOTHER FUCKING GOING, SHERIFF MASCARA, LOCAL PEEDEE, PAM BONDI,
DEBBIE MARATTO, AND ANY AND ALL OTHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here
we go fucking ass again, FCC Bob McDowell, old pal and sir; another
fucking (`~HACK) YO YO!!! And would you believe another one of these
right afterward again, Federal Communications Commission. Some
fucking asshole is stopping me from trying to fuckign cunt eating
draw my double black lines below this cunt chewing
paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA, AND I AM GONNA' BE CALLING MOTHER FUCKING 911, AND
THEN PACKING UP TO LEAVE FOR CUNT CHEWING
MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL
THEY ASKED FUCKING FOR THIS:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
MAGNESONIC, USE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECKS, YOU ARE CRANKED TO MAXIMUM
11.8 IPNS. SCAN ALL ENEMIES. CRUSH AND WIPE OUT ALL ENEMIES, AND ALL
LOVED ONES OF ALL ENEMIES. HEAR MY TWO OLD STYLE AT&T TONES AS
THE EEEEEEEEE LOG VOWEL SOUND, TONE A HIGHER AND TONE B LOWER. YOU
ARE ON AN I TO D, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. A
CRUSHED IO IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK (TB).
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO-TO-G-901,
CG-18, STOP!
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee;
may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
Remember
how Pat Lafarce broke my arm, my pal Bob McDowell, FCC
MCDOWELL SIR, and remember the old days when I spilled that ice cream
sundae all over me, near your house in Gibbstown, New Jersey, and you
taping me on the telephone when you got me talking about my Timeless
Satellite, and the calendars needed for the place. The fun we had at
Knights Park during summer break and the visit to Cooley Hall, and
all the crazy nut jobs all over school? Man was it crazy back in
1972, or is it just cock sucking asshole me, Bob old buddy? Remember
that goddess giant brunet, Sarah Jacobson? I
should have married the bitch.
You more than all peeps alive right now, out in Fort Wayne, Indiana;
must be aware of that. She owns the entire multiverse, YO, and you
know it, as I know it. 2-22
and all her magic powers, 10-14,
it goes on and on. I think the one trick I figured out is that she
put a tape of herself through my phone line in 1988, of her at 2 or
3, or whatever; saying 'I KNOW'; and of course back in 1988; I was
way too far back on the mental evolution in all of this to realize
that she is Diana, and Diana is her. After-all, she was holding the
Strobelight or LIGHTNING, in her hand; until mean step-daddy walked
in, and caught her. Was it really his new Alicen-prototype ROC-4
invention, as he told me it was at the Haddonwood Club pool in 1995,
I wonder; or really LIGHTNING
ITSELF,
in her control? The old hymn and song goes, “Got the whole world in
hands. They use the wrong gender of course with ''He's'' and ''his''
got/hands, when it should be “She's and ''her'', but you and I know
this, and only we know; FCC old friend and
Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you right now. I need a laugh,
and she knows you can reverse and be a boy for a minute, and tell me
the great JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER JOKE, and then go back to being a man,
as Mackey seemed to understand as well back in 2-22-1972. I am going
deaf from all this jamming and look me up at my local fucking sike
ward, Bob, I'll be there very soon if I cannot very shortly ESCAPE
TO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
FEELS 84, DON'T GO HERE
AND
DON'T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM PRICK!
FUCK
YOU,ALL BLUCRANS, IT FEELS 106, NOT 84, PAPA JOHM, STILL, YO, HBD
BUDDY, GREAT PIZZAS!
THE
ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN YESTERDAY WITH THE AT&T BEING INOPERABLE. YOU
CAN SEE THIS IS WHERE THE MARKET BOTTOMED OUT ON THE CHART BELOW.
Forget the fucking stock market, and the fucking AT&T Chuck
Norris Gopher Dangerfield. The assault on me began when I didn't take
your advice, Sir Rodney, that you kindly gave me over at Brad's
apartment that day in late May in 1969, when you phoned up to speak
to Grace Messenger. How you were such a love sick puppy for that wild
Italian bitch, hay she was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck the shit out of
her myself, and I am sure that her kid did too, unless he was blind
and stupid. I know incest is all through my mother fuckiGN family.
Jesus, I could tell hair curling fucking stories, NASA, way better
than nonsensical fucking aliens and other MY-TRICKS of auto-reverse,
that I took both here in Florida, and before I crossed over to here,
living back in Hammonton, New Jersey, Holy hot Toledo Burgers, fiends
and friends out here. SHEEEEEEEIT!
THE
CUNT LAPPING MILITUFORCE JUST TRIWED TO FUCKING CRASH MY OPEN OFFICE
3.1 SYSTEM FOR NO REASON AT ALL, OTHE RTHAN THEY ARE BEING WHO THEY
ARE WITHOUT THE USE OF 1987, CAMDEN, OR AUTOMOBILE FUCKING BUMPER
STICKERS PROVING STUPIDITY IN EITHER CASE. WHEN THE HUGE SOON TO COME
QUAKE STRIKES, JUST DO NOT SAY YOU WERE FUCKIGN NOT WARNED, YOU SICK
TWISTED BASTARDS, MIZZ TESSMOCKER AND LEX LUTHUR, TWISTED, TWISTED,
TWISTED, SICK FUCKING SHITS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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