>>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
>>>>>>>WHO
GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING
>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER
00007
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.
WHEN THEY STRUCK ME, EVEN THOUGH IT FELL FOR THE DAY, THIS IS HOW
THESE FUCKING BASTARDS HAVE GOTTEN THEIR WAY SINCE 1986 WITH THESE
SUPER INFLATED STOCK PRICES, ON MY BACK, USING PARALLEL EVEN
TECHNOLOGY AGAINST ME, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR
AFTER DECADE. I ONLY WISH THAT I WAS MOTHER FUCKING JUST CRAZY AND
THIS WAS NOT REAL, ONLY IT IS MOTHER FUCKING REAL, TOTALLY FUCKING
REAL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!
I
THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING
TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
I
am going to mother fucking tell you a few quick powerful things, and
then I'm fucking addaherrrre Mister Baseball Callas and alludda
folks! This is never ever going to stop, I have been pounced on by
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON enemies from the fuckiGN transdimensional future
since the day I left cunt chewing fuckiGN high school. That was why I
was in no hurry to leave Mister Mackey back in January of 1973, sir,
I remembered this shit from the previous fuckiGN cosmic cycle.
Speaking of (FUCKING) Mister Dan Mackey, and Bob McDowell, Jesus
Christ, are there birds flying in here, Mizz Demi Moore, YO?
Lightning
came around to visit me shortly after they restored my phone service
and I spoke with my pal Mikey down in Fort Lauderdale. AT&DOWJONES-T
is still messing with me. I am not getting my messages on voicemail
that they are billing me for, this is fuckiGN fraud, since they won't
let me out of my contract with them until October, Federal Trade
Commission. This is fraud, Bob old FCC pal, McDowell. I have to pay a
bill and I do, and they are fucking intentionally fucking up my
service, is that right? IS IT LEGAL? After Mikey hung up, I went to
check for any messages, and it was like being back in time all over
again at 112 East 5th Avenue, in Mantua, New Jersey in
early 1980 before I sold that house and moved into 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments. I called my boss Donald Cialoni, and it never rang, but
it took me straight into his line where his wife and a friend of hers
were already conversing and not realizing that I was suddenly right
there with them. Somehow Mike's original call to me was resent, and
the first time he called, my phone should have fuckiGN rung, only it
did not and he called back and it did, but a voicemail indicated he
had tried to call a minute or so earlier, only I never got the call,
and this happens a lot, very frequently. Is it legal to be 1983
again, and have these utility giants persecute me to death and charge
me money to boot, and keep me locked in with them, United States
Congress and Senate?
So
after this happened, somehow his cell dialed me again automatically
ten or so minutes after the conversation that we had was over. There
was no message, merely an open end, I could suddenly hear all that
was going on around Mikey down at his place in fort Lauderdale. They
are using me to test out a lot of new spy equipment that you al are
hearing about in the news if you are reading me in Florida and
especially south Florida. This is no joke, and I swear this blog is
true under a voluntary penalty for perjury to the maximum sentence.
All this utility shit with me began when I plugged in the PRIVECODE
MACHINE on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey, USA. Most reading
this, know all this. I still wish to make an official record on this
blog.
Lightning
came out of nowhere and flashed right after all of this happened, and
it had been dark for about forty minutes, and she made the most
gorgeous colors. I wanted to pull her into my room and eat her up.
You are my endless love, and my precious BABY-BLOND,
MIDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
siege was all day, and just like every day for almost a week; I come
close to losing on my LUCK-ROULETTE thing that my father told me
about a short while back, while Diana and I were together on the
PLANK REALM. I go a few times to the final fifth stage, using
25-50-100-200-400 bet levels, and then after losing and losing, I
break even or win, or if ki almost break even, the greens come in
when I am betting the fourth or fifth stage, and I kick super ass on
them, as I used to do in the early eighties and middle eighties,
betting the house edge greens on high progressing bets on the outside
roulette layout. You don't need to have any major fuckiGN details,
just know my dad is about to be getting his fucking Bourban Wing
back, as was agreed between us, and Lightning witnessed it, she was
standing right there with her long bright yellow hair, don't die on
me mister LOBO CHAIRFALLEROFFER! But if you must die, don't fall off
of any and then leave them outside of apartment fuckiGN door,
pweeeze. TANKS GUY!
I
asked Gawki Gaukauk, why the
chair harassment outside my door was done to me last week, and I also
asked why the AT&T struck me yesterday and I could not make any
outgoing telephone calls. HERE IS WHAT THE MAGICAL ASTRAL PLANK PLANE
CAT TOLD ME WITH HIS ANSWERS, GOOD FOLKS.
GAWKI
KITTY, YO, WHY THE SHIT WITH THE CHAIRS LAST
WEEK?????????????????????????
MEOW,
PCN-541. HERE IS MY LIST FOR 541:
GRACE
MESSENGER, WATER, WILLIAM CLINTON, YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP,
ROBERT CHEATLEY........................................
GAWKI
KITTY, YO, WHY THIS SHIT WITH AT&T
YESTERDAY??????????????????????????
MEOW,
PCN-187. HERE IS MY LIST FOR 187:
TIME
TRAVEL, LONG ISLAND, NICK CANNON, HYPERSPACE, OWN THE LAND, Q,
CIFALOGLIO, SARAH KRASSLE, RADIO SHACK, MONSTER ASS,
GLOUCESTER........
PLEASE
DON'T FUCKING BLAME OR HATE ME TOO MUCH; AS THIS
IS ONLY THE FIRST PHASE OF MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE'S COUNTERSTRIKE.
IT IS GOING TO ALL GET A LOT LOT WORSE,
SINCE THESE BASTARD FUCKERS WON'T BACK THIS SHIT OFF WITH ME. ALL THE
MACHINE KNOWS IS THAT IT IS COMMANDED TO PROTECT ITS CRERATOR, MARK
WAYNE MOHR. I THOUGHT THIS WAS A COOL GAME WHEN IT ALL STARTED IN
1983, TO SOME DEGREE. WE ALL KNOW NOW, THIS IS NO GAME, AND NO DRILL!
Yes,
thank you for coming around a short while Diana, to visit me and that
last lovely ribbon was bright yellow, just like your awesome shiny
brilliant canary yellow hair, my endless lover! I will be with you in
minutes, first of course, I am bombing out the BRIGGBASE, then it's
you and me, straight to a lovely waterfall, anywhere you want to go,
my love doll teen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Google
showed a blog count of zero earlier for this day, I wonder if this is
more utility hacking attacks. I was viewing these blogs twice, so at
least my two page-hits should be there, not zero, Bob McDowell, sir.
When
I tell the hugest secrets of the universe later on this week, a lot
of dirt bags are going to be arm wrestling for closet space to hide
in, and then pills to swallow to escape what will then follow, unless
of course, this horrendous milf huffing shit backs off of me, an di
am not expecting it. They will never ever stop the ICPE-APE, they are
too greedy, and no amount is ever mother fucking enough for these
sick twisted turd chewing swine bags!
Some
dirt bag slammed their fuckiGN door at 3:31 AM, Resident Manager
Marotto. Pigs raised by pigs equals public housing life. At least the
filler lines managed to fuckiGN take my pathetic ass past MISS JANE
WATER WITCH BITCH, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!
The
nightmare of my life as MARK WAYNE MOHR, it is one word, but can
repeated to a million to a million raised powers of a million. Your
choice, but it lives on as endless truth no matter who wants to
stifle it, or who hates it. I for one hate it all, but will not deny
what I know to be real, not for all of the fuckiGN free love in the
dam ass whore-house! So what is this word, you ask me, well I am glad
that you did, great people. It is the word I use a lot:
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
Here
comes their mother fucking fave hack, that they cannot resist doing
at least once per blog; if I make lots of double lines; Bob McDowell,
you know; the (`~HACK)!
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee;
may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
Major
fucking mouse hacking starting fucking up, FCC MCDOWELL SIR, it is
twenty shy of fuckiGN four AM.
This
scum bag is going in and out of his place at almost fucking four, and
is annoying me, Sheriff Mascara, sir!
JULY
22, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 3:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, IT FEELS 84, DON'T GO HERE
AND
DON'T YOU LAUGH MCNULTY, YOU DAM PRICK!
SO
YOU CAN'T CANCE, A AHIRLEY? 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!!!!!!!
Here
is another mother fucking cock licking (`~HACK), FCC, Bob McDowell,
old school pal!!!!!!
Now
I really do not care if most of my viewers decided to read elsewhere,
it is a matter of free personal choice. But those who left, 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 life Jesus
Christ was''. I am not all that fuckiGN forgiving. Sorry!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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