Dear
Diary Journal Tape, another day has come and gone, without any
teasing Nissan Cars, Finally I'm Free Clariton Clear medications, or
lower stock prices. All that's left is my sweet song, Copyright
Examiners of 1983, and it makes very blue, 657 times blue, to be
quite honest. Still, I doubt that I will be around very much longer,
and cannot wait to make my exit from this prison sentence, called by
most, our life. Whether I share any of these coded poems or rhymes
with nobody or everybody, is as meaningless and moaningless as 100
great educational television stations. But to Anna at the Medical
Institute, and her precious jet black cat back in 1982, I say unto
you; wow, soon I will be out of here, paroled, and ready to finally
indeed, be Clariton clear and totally free of these emmereffing
Earthly bonds!
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So
who wants to go to the mat for me
Traveler-Governor, JV? Just exactly YYYYYYYYYY, Mister Redfield; did
a member of ''THAT WASHCLOTH 1970-DREAMS FAMILY'', as my old blogs
discussed long before I lived with any branch of this wild
Kennedy-clan of Rag-Mags; by the name of ROBBIE, I believe the son of
Joe King, grandson of ann King, who was one of your biggest fans,
Mister Ventura Wrestler, as well as wrestling in general; and who I
allowed to use my computer, when he was over at the Hammonton houses;
first the one owned by locally famous Judge Frank Raso, then later,
FBI Agent Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas, renting his home through the
real estate agents near Atlantic City, New Jersey, Century 21 that
handled his home; yes just exactly why did all this happen? Before
anyone has a chance to ask me what this has to do with the price of
popcorn gravy and other parallel universe food products; let me tell
all of you wonderful folks that may be reading this private diary
posted for sake of safe keeping, onto the internet; just how this
great wrestler, governor, time traveler, fits into this, so there
will be no doubt whatsoever about me telling powerful things, and
that I am not nuts or fabricating to get some stupid fifteen minutes
of glory. If anyone alive, Google's up my song, written first, from
1986; that started a lot of really bad shit for me, called ''REAL
GOOD GIRL''; they will not find me or my song, but a more famous song
by this same title, and it is a song taken by the Wrestling
Association, as if someone already totally knew, or else planned to
do, things that all came out in future times with me, and folks in
this wild and terrifying family, that thinks nothing of cutting
peoples living guts open and rearranging ribs, or turning lungs into
washcloths, and causes David Drugboy, decades in the future to tell
me to wash my hands, as well as other things that are obvious to
anyone who follows my stuff and is not trying to stay ignorant and
blind to my truths and my claims. Now here is my copyrighted works
that still as of yet do not include my newest
copyrighted work of 'wreckcrowslop', or said better and
less vulgarly, (techno-pop), as copyrighting things takes a year,
even though the official right is good from the date on the sent in
application form. I will change the font on the song from 1986,
matching what the wrestlers took, legally, as you cannot copyright a
title, yet I ask my readers, if any, right here and now; tell em if
this happened to you that you would believe it all to be just one big
fat ass mother tucking coincidence?
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Also,
why is Disney so interested in me,
Mister FCC old pal, McDowell of the 'Johnny Fudger Faster' joke days
of 1972, right through the phone taped and phone tapped calendars, of
the present times, and also, why does this All appear one way on the
blog sent up to WORDPRESS, as opposed to the another way on the blog
sent up to BLOGGER, when this is printed in straight from the
official United States Copyright Office Forms? Whenever I get too
wild and open for my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, Bob McDowell my old friend,
like right now for example, is always WHEN THAT LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS
ATTACK STARTS, and I have explained why I know it is a hack, as when
I follow the prompts, it still insists on continually messing with me
and won't go away. This is why when it starts, I just cover it with a
sticky page screen blocker, and forget and ignore it, and move on
with my brother sucking blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still,
BOB OLD PAL, if these MILITFORCE OTAMM enemies of mine, did not care
or were not at all concerned about me telling all my truths publicly;
then would all of these annoyances and interferences and HACKS jeep
happening, would they continually think I am so important that they
need to persist on wasting their own effort and time, endlessly on
little poor old nobody me?????????????????????????
About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location:
- Hammonton, New Jersey, United States, during blog period of January 2006 through December 2009.
- Fort Pierce, Florida, United States, during blog period of January 2010 through the present.
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
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me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).
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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,724, IN EQUIVALENT.
FEBRUARY
27, 2014,
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 8:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 59 DEGREES FNHT.
YES
I AM NICE AND COOL, PRAISE GODDESS, EVEN IF HER LIVELY FAMILY RIPPED
OUT MY LUNGS AND CHEMTRAILED THEM INTO WASHCLOTHS, BOTH LITERALLY,
FIGURATIVELY, AND DREAMITIVELY!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
Gina
my giant lovely night girl of the nineties, YO, I TOLD
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe you listened, but I doubt it. You and I
were kind of busy in bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll bet dimes
to donut holes that AT&T and Verizon got a kick out of my speed
dialer that they featured with voice control. I would just say GIANT
GINA, and boom, her sex-service would ring. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Hay,
under 18, stay off the dam MORIANITY BLOGS, YO. Same thing applies to
over 18 easily offended virgin ears people,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, HA-HA-HA, JANE DIRTY JERKWEEDS BASEBALL. That
transdimensional stuff can get hairy, right Misses Gaines
Whydidu????????????????????? Who done it, Spellchecker, well, maybe
the Super
Sleuths of mystical Babylon, New York,
up at 175 Peninsula Drive, right daughter cousin of Aunt Ruth, Misses
Christine Myers????????????? WOW.
MY
STOCK MARKET DOW JONES PREDICTIONS, FOLKS!
By
end of march, ------ 17,000 basis points.
By
end of July, ---------- 20,000 basis points.
By
end of the year, --- 25,000 basis points.
JUST
WATCH AND SEE PEEPS, I'LL BE RIGHT, AND THE PROPHET OF TRUCKING GRASS
MOLE SHIRT HEAD RUNT SLAPPING HUNTINGTON HELL, HATH SPOKEN, AND SO
DECLARED IT. AS IT WAS WRITTEN, SO IT SHALL BE DONE, PHARAOH RAMASES,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Silwee
Wabbit and twix clueless kids, of the Kim Wild Club, of the early
eighties; I now say to you,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bite me world!
HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, why has my left eye been trucked up lately and who is
responsible for this???????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW,
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO, YO; PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBER-972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL
PEOPLE, HERE IS MY MATCH-BOOK ITEM LIST, FOR THINGS THAT ARE PART OF
COSMOS, IN THE NUMBER OF 972, IN THE GREAT MYSTICAL GAWNUM:
ROBERT
MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY,
MARK
POOLE,
'ERNIE'
SONG,
MARK
MOHR IN TWO THOUSAND TWELVE,
LAKEHOUSE,
NEIGHBORS,
MORIANITY,
FIRE
DREAM,
GIANT
GIRL,
ZERANNISS,
JANE
FONDA.
Remember
people; GAWNUM is a major art and science that's all rolled up in
one, and is not like most things you'll encounter in this hell
nightmare human life, well, I'll speak for myself here with those
harsh words. Aniwho; ^^ ^^ ^^^^ ^^, AHA Mister McNulty sir; this is a
skill that is acquired after a lot of understanding of the system
itself, followed by rote practice in piano lesson fashion. I could
say, why did my day go so bad and who was most responsible for this,
and draw my two cards, and get names of folks all over Planet Earth,
that had diddly Whoopee Goldberg squat to do with any of it. This
merely forms a basic starting point,
so that a
user of this skill can then move on and begin querying the Gawnum a
lot further;
until they get compatible answers, that just cannot be off, after
many questions and answers come, that are both
compatible and non compatible,
and I will be repeating
how to create these 81 numbers, as well as do these basic things with
them,
in soon to freaking follow blogging text journal tapes.
Now
for some rock chucking bunt tapping bad news, and some mediocre news,
to report, YO peeps:
First for the mediocre news: I stopped keeping trucking track of my
BOTBARS, it was worsening my quanta connection in the subatomic
worlds, and from there, that rotten dirty shirt then filters downward
into the dream downs of hyperspace, these lives we all live in
unfathomable numbers of parallel universes. And yes quantum Labbers,
there is so much more than just some simple one line interaction with
transdimensionalization, and dark matter, and dark energy, really;
where would I even begin to tell you? It is not one theory or
another, but all of them combined a lot more. But I am so happy that
you dudes and duddesses are beginning to see what I have been saying
now for 40 freaking years, over bugged and tapped telephones, and
recently in the past just more than eight years, on the internet, on
my BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bad news time now, perfect time for
these dirt hole nabes of mine to really slam a door, bottom feeding
barnyard total pigs.
For
close to two months, my PERSONAL INTERACTION WITH COSMOS
{{{(('LUCK'))}}}, for a very misunderstood early grammar school level
replacement word, that is a heck of a lot more relatable to the
general public; but yes, my LUCK has been peaked out after being
higher than it was in decades, not YEARS, I said trucking DECADES;
and yes, it is on the way back down fast and furious and hard, and
with a lot of assistance from many folks in the evil EW, so I used
their own movie-show words in this 'taped life journal'
(BLOG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
TEST SCORES have been between minus 13 and minus 15 on every
game-test taken, over the past week. Normally, I perform 2 on
average, of these GAME TESTS, and need not go into what I have been
doing since around the end of last summer time somewhere. I will only
print it if it is requested, George and George and George, AND
SALLY-98, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
In
other words, my daily average over the past 7 days is minus fourteen
points per day. It has never ever been that bad for a solid week. I
am quite happy with myself, for deciding to repeat what I did back in
middle trucking 1997, and stopped keeping frikkin' grass track of all
this mucking Morse tap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I trucking get slit right,
once in a while, Dawn-Marie king, the Latengrate. I don't always get
it trucked up, GIRL, HAY, Cuzz Letty! Sweet stuff, you're far better
off without your drinking buddy,
'Teeshy'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me know, as my kid did
in no uncertain terms; if you don't like my nick-name!!!!!!
Folks,
as you know, I did not have an extremely wonderful day, to wit I
reply; ''SAME OLD SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, and for short,
SOSO-WEIN!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway,
all is well,;and despite a chemtrail filled sky, I will go to my
doctor,
and onto some other
errands,
the store,
the sheriff's
office,
and a few other little things along the route that need taking care
of. 'HAY
GIRL',
the sheriff can wait. When I go there, I will have quite a bit more
amo in my anti-McGuire file, to take with me.
Well,
I hope the dentistry career is going well for you, my old pal Darius
Evans, now living in the great Carolina's not that far from my pal
and a cousin of Ramsey Louis from the great old band called EWF.
Thank the gods, it was not called Existence Without interaction,
right my pal and ex-Mayor Bloomberg? WOW!!!!!!! Some politicians are
better and more honest than others, and then again, the New Jersey
short lived Mayor and so-called Special Forces metals achiever in our
American Armed Forces, Robert Levy Junior, not Senior or the THIRD,
but there are all kinds of wonderful as well as totally corrupt
politicians. When more are good and less are bad, folks will come to
trust in Washington a lot more, mister President. Don't be too
disappointed in us bloggers, we get angry and yell, and speak out,
and to quote you sir and my friend; that's what America is all about,
or should be. All tings come from higher truths and then filter down,
and is why religion is a powerful force in humanity. The evil part of
all of this is beyond the worst fabrics of anyone's nightmares. These
are called the Lambrigg cultists of the Briggbase, and they live on
this Briggbase, on the great Astral-Plane. Many have connected
themselves into a lot of things in these dream-downs, here in mortal
waking life. These powerful political movers
and shakers from the land of the dead, as mortals might recognize
this reality as, if they knew and witnessed with memory, what I have;
since about the time, that time-road-trip dude entered the world
through the physical body as NC. Don't die on me DEEZEE SLIM, don't
want you drilling holes in my mouth someday if I ever move up your
way, and you haven't yet taken over the rap-world. No world, this is
just an excerpt from a SAFE JOURNAL BLOG, let me paste it in and show
you, WHAAAA!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0559
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2285
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“GOING
ON A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, &
THINGS
ARE WORSE FOR ME THAN THEY HAVE EVER
FUCKING
BEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE LADIES AND GENTS”.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, MWM/MF-2/BOM---2006-2012
SWORN
VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH BY ME ON THESE WORDS ON THIS BLOG, WITH NO
ADDITIONS OR
DELETIONS,
TO THESE TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTHS SPOKEN.
SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATFILE: 091512.449.55555555555555
SATURDAY
MISERABLE ROTTEN MONSTER MORNING
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
No,
we will not be beginning any transmissions now, more like ending one,
as I need to eat and get ready to retire for the day, and another
long day of nightmare hell for pitiful pathetic non-Ronstadt little
me, with or without other political friends, or roller derby's or
rinks, in or out of New Jersey's famous berry town called hammonton,
or out in the great wonderful land of the CALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador Retrievers; I am going to end this
little bwog for tonight, and say tootaloo to Irene Tupperware,
castles in or out of the sky or on sandy beaches early in the
eighties just you and I, Krassle's hassles, Pete hasse's, Petee
Pote's, Chief Pope, all Pope's, and all of Marie Callio's of late
eighteenth century Italy. Rest well Frank Callio, as I am coming
after your horrendous family, and you're better off wherever the
freak you truly are and that you can believe and totally know without
needing any help or assistance from the great mighty Lurch
Rockdroid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
- http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!
ALL
MY LOVE FOREVER, MY BABY-BLOND LOVE!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
DON'T
CLICK (THE TOP), SINCE I FINALLY REDID THE VIDEO, AND POSTED IT AT
THE SITE SHOWN ABOVE. 'WEEEEE-NA'! Don't waste your time clicking
anywhere. I will be removing this shit and clearing and deleting all
of my social media accounts, including blogger and youtube. I will
not keep banging my head, or my fists, Misses Wonderful Marola,
through brick walls, not any more!
People
all hate my music so much, fine, this is why I hate yours as world,
world. Simple fair is fair physics. KMA!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS NOT
MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE
YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
YOU
ARE NOT CONTINUING
TO READ CHAPTER
00112.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
THIS
IS TAPE 25,724 EQVT.
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XIII, THE
MILLIONTH COUNCIL and ME
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL J.S. FOOTBALL, ON
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:THIS IS BLOGGER SITE BLOG # 29
I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:THIS IS BLOGGER SITE BLOG # 29
I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my pal, Mister Seabottom, sir; the only thing indeed we ever can be
sure of, as stated on my bio, is that we cannot be sure of anything.
And then folks wonder why an eternal optimist like lovely Twinbay,
calls me a ''glass half empty kind of a guy'', to quote this Beyonce
Knowles total twin, only a foot taller!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hence,
the nickname given to her by me, ''TWINBAY'', WHAAAAAAAAA.
This
is another IPE or Invisible Parallel Event, like bi-parameter number
play at a roulette table. I was expecting it, with fully tensed
stomach muscles Houdini. When I all ready know it will B there, I can
throw up a board that lessens the stomach punch a little bit thank
the gods. Monday was quiet, but as U know, they got their way with a
huge Dow gain on Friday, as I predicted in all of my blogs ending on
the prior week. The only thing that went OK empire-wise was the
Eagles, but that is because when they lose one or two games, I
control the world forces that make things happen by using what I call
the KILL-HIS-CREDABILITY methodology. So I type in the Blogging Title
of Rats and Tats, and then say PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES football, and
then this makes the next time that they play come out a WIN. I do not
care who believes in what I say, as I know I speak the absolute
truth, and I know Y all the entire creation is here, and how it got
here, and have done my mega-best 2 explain this 2 the world through
this present time internet computer system. U will believe what U
want 2, and I can try and make UC the truth until the brown eyed cows
and Callio’s come home, and it will change nothing. This little bit
of simple wisdom was learned by me by the RPL printer, big Mike, back
in late 1980, when he said 2 me one cold day, “U cannot do one
diddly little thing 2 change anything around here, live with it or
quit”. He was absolutely right, and I cannot make people think or
believe a single thing that they don’t wish 2.
People
laugh in these modern science days when they watch the movie “THE
EXORCIST”, with that lovely cute Linda Blair, especially in her
remake of the Ex-2. It is not a bunch of bull shit, it is fucking
real. I have had bed shaking, non-induced astral projection, and
objects appearing, vanishing, and moving, just not anywhere near in
intensity as in the movies, but crissake, ask yourself, what is like
in the MOVIES? Hollywood is in business 2 bring us the exaggerated
version of reality. It must B based on some reality, then in various
amounts and degrees, EXAGGERATED! But if it is based on nothing we
viewers can ever in any possible way relate 2, who would watch 4 very
long? This is topic that needs a major elucidated expansion on, at a
later time when I have more time. Exaggerated? Try this word times
one times ten to the fiftieth frikkin' power, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moving
on, there is much that needs talking about, and early in November, it
will B, as well as errors and PBE will B corrected and entries and
new posts will also B added 2 Web-pages on my site at
www.morianity-foundation.com. $ now, I need 2 share a very lucid
interaction from last night when I lost consciousness shortly past
midnight, or as the MW puts it, when I went 2 bed and 2 sleep. I had
a major lucid dream. Do not confuse vivid with lucid, as U can have a
dream so vivid that it can stay with U all day like it is bigger than
the life around your so called waking world, but this is not
lucidity. Lucidity in a dream is when U right there in the dream know
that UR in a non wakeful condition and R fully U and aware and
conscious, yet not bodily as this is where your body seems 2B, yet U
know that your body is back in bed, and U know what the date is,
where UR living, and the whole 9 yards of your life. Now some tell in
dream books that in a lucid dream, U can make the characters and the
dream itself move and alter and conform 2 your will, and who am I 2
argue. I know that if U can do this, UR bi-located in a locale in
hyperspace, HS, where it works 4U in this manner. I read the story of
the lucid dreamer who realized his dragon nightmare was his cigarette
smoking problem, and he confronted the dragon and realized all of
this and even upon waking, broke his smoking habit, and I say HIP HIP
HURRAY 4 him. A positive resulted, and he was in a hyperspace
[play-field] which I will get into later. My lucid dreams R what I
have termed in the last calendar year THIRD THING HAPPENINGS, TTH 4
short abbreviation. I called them various things starting on the
night of December 7th, 1969. Aste, the lady who’s unknown named
husband who took my chain away from my friend Brad Messenger and I
back in June of 1969, came 2 me in a lucid dream that I never as yet
touched on, and told me that my 8th grade history teacher, Mrs.
Moldoff at the Haddon Township High School was intentionally placed
in an automobile accident because of something she did regarding my
education, and this is a long and complex story that later on in
adult life was checked out and 4 the most part, totally verified.
About the interaction last night, Sarah Karge was in it, and some of
Nina Soifer’s best friends, as well as a strange Hispanic male
about 25 years of age, and his girlfriend. There was no changing or
rearranging this ‘dream’. But I knew I was in a [DREAM]. There
was a strange lady who came out of the sea and said some strange
things 2 a lifeguard in ACNJUSAESMWG, and within my earshot, and his.
I have no memory of his name, but he was a very good friend of mine
in this interaction, this fact *I was totally aware of. I will end
this all though we could exchange many more things that occurred and
detail many wild things, but basically, I ended up at the Teck Bay
Mystery School with a friend of Gawki, another Mystic-guru-professor
there, and Sarah Karge was being talked about by a dude looking as a
human male with eyeglasses, about five feet six inches or so in
height, 175 pounds, heavy in the middle and typical middle age in
build, appearing as about 45-55 years of age as would B humanly
perceived. The point I have time only now 2 convey, is that these
characters were in no way under my control, I tried, and it does not
work. Yet I knew totally that it was, as U would perceive the
reality, A DREAM!!!!!!! The elevator room or the D-6 is involved in
this. As 4 the Lois
Foca 1980
and the Chain 1969 interactions and lucid TTH it must B told that
there R indeed what the church used 2 feel more comfy saying, demonic
spiritual forces and I know it, but the movies amplify and exaggerate
it 2 the point where people say it is ridiculous and untrue, fiction
and entertainment. U all R so wrong, and have doomed yourselves 2 a
hell of super high technology that UR totally able to get a small
clue on at the present time. When I would swim in pools 10-12 years
ago using my ‘forward’ ability 2 propel, the kids on the swim
team would say;” look, that is so way cool”. Once, I went faster
than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and still, it is
simply cool. The world would not know spiritual realities or the
re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and bit them straight
dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has some good entities
in it, but one third of them R called the Briggers, they own our
business world and Wall Street, and some secret sects and cults in
Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got Dark Shadows
put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing, none of this is
fictional, and this world soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFITE ETERNAL
HELL, and won’t even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and the gods
do not totally believe some of what I say, but I know the truth.
The
only thing real is void infinity. The only thing going on outside it
in a wild cosmic dream, is EXPLORATRONICS.
But someone went BACK THROUGH TIME half a dozen years, and began
getting powerful followings on the net, using this word. Whoever
reads my blogs, they all are MILITUFORCE, and so this project will be
ending, I am not banging the walls for your amusement any longer,
great and powerful misses Maroloz from 1969. My head and hands are
bleeding enough now, and I do not want my renters beyond the locked
door at the end of the Flower-wing, to get too dam excited. IT'S
TIME, Mister fucking McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday,
October 25, 2007 Many
typographical blogging errors will B amended on this and future
blogs, what I call “Prior Blogging Errors” or shortened 2 [PBE’s]
One from memory hits me right now from re-reading my print outs,
which I print out as I fully intend 2 send these 4 blogs 2 the LOC,
Office of Copyrights, very shortly, as soon, I will B heading off for
Hawaii, or some place far away from this area of Atlantic City, the
stock market hub in New York City, and Philadelphia and its hockey
and baseball teams, and this evil trilogy, and the ICPE nightmare
hell that I have been forced 2 suffer through for the same amount of
years as it takes a new born baby to reach the age of majority. The
first PBE was that the zero never printed out on the word program,
while I was discussing the clock, and that there R 1,440 minutes in
one day on this planet, not 144, sahwee there rich prince, and yes I
do have a Capital One account, and love this bank very much. Moving
on, dividing 1440 by 1000 moves the decimal point 3 spaces over to
the left to give us 1.44 minutes to the milliday, or 1/1000th of one
Earth day, which is a time period of just slightly greater than 80
seconds, or 1.44 minutes. This is why after a date, the point 250 is
6 AM, the point 500 is 12 noon, the point 750 is 6 PM, and the point
000 is midnight. One milliday past midnight is 1.44 minutes later at
point001, and 10 millidays past midnight is 14.4 minutes past
midnight, or 36 seconds shy of being a quarter past 12 AM, and so
forth. Millidays were started by the World Lab. I also made some PBE
statements regarding when I worked as a Labber here, sahwee, will
work, only here in this part of HS, it is where I worked, as 2 me it
happened already but in another transdimensional plane of the great
HS, [hyperspace]. It was in the year of two two seven six that lots
of bad stuff was starting to unfold, and no is 2 blame 4 it except
me, unlike ACNJUSAESMWG’s City Council, when it is my fault, I take
the responsibility and do not shuffle it off to Buffalo, or other
innocent persons, I did it, I pay 4 it, the crime and the time, U
know the whole Beretta thing. It was in the year of two three oh one
that I was being transported in the Sky-car-100 and escaped by
falling out of a hatch a mile or so off Brigantine, NJUSAESMWG. I was
able unbeknown 2 the transport criminal authorities or the TCA to
disable the ship and delay a destruct and jump out, they had no idea
at all that I had been privy 2 lots of teck that was behind the
construction of top-secret details regarding the security features of
this great and famous vehicle. However, a horrible painful shot from
an ASG or agony-stinger-gun, was used on me and I was hit and
remember as sure as I sit here now typing on little black laptop keys
at this very present minper, the pain of feeling as though I am
literally on fire, both outside and inside. This is what this weapon
does, it delivers a sting pain that is worse that being lit up with
gas and matches lit and thrown at U. The difference is that it lasts
only about half a minper, [astral-minute], and does virtually no
permanent cellular damage to the victim. I remember jumping out of
this thing and hitting the ocean, and then being a little child, a
female, perhaps 7 or 8 years old, an Indian Squaw, playing with other
young boys and girls, later coming 2 learn that this was Delaware
State, USA, and that I was in the tribe of the Miquon. I grew up and
married the second oldest son of the tribe’s Chief, and within a
year, and several months pregnant, was shot in my head my an old
English musket 4 being unfaithful, only I was innocent and was only
out in a river in a canoe with the Chiefs oldest son because I was
trying 2 make my husband a gift and needed his spin on what his
favorite thing would B that I would B able 2 make 4 him. The youngest
3rd son of the Chief was the tribe’s best shot, and while out on
this lovely river discussing this matter, I only remember falling
down, not dying immediately, but slowly feeling the life going out of
me, and the next thing that happened was being 8 years old a half
century or so later in 1713, and my name was Benjamin Franklin. I had
a good life in this sequence of dreams, and was n nothing like I was
portrayed in the Bewitched show with Mizz twitchy nose Montgomery. I
was muscular and well over six feet tall, and had many girlfriends as
well as night ladies. Diana Arteemis never came 2 me directly while
in this set of dreaming physicality, however, on my deathbed she did
and told me amazing things about a future existence where I would B
in a room in the sun, later on by 190 years in the first day of May,
in 1980, I came to this room in the sun, but more than another full
decade of time went by B4I understood that this room in the sun was
an apartment living room at 4th and Preston Roads in Voorhees
Township, NJUSAESMWG, at Robin Hill Apartments, suite #1802. Gawki
Gaukauk the magic huge Black Panther Cat that is in charge of the
great teck bay mystery school on the astral plane, or phase number
two reality has told me that when I thought I had self-destructed the
great SKYCAR-100, it was only part of the PUNIGRAM interacting with
my waves, and that in truth, I was in agony and unable 2 do anything
except wildly wiggle around on the floor of the vehicle screaming in
excruciating pain, and was tackled and bound instantly. When I was
mind-downloaded into my hell-box, in the penal room at the Brigantine
Station, then totally a military base, not at all the seashore resort
that is in current times, this room is huge containing tens of
thousands of potential transplant boxes, called the BSPR. When I was
placed into eternal hellfire and damnation as it is still thought of
in today’s caveman days Geico, your ads totally SUCK. So does the
constant MUZAK teasing every time I walk into a grocery store. The
minute U hit the floor mat, the door opens and the Muzak is set 2
switch on, but what plays is rarely that automatic and coincidental,
and I know I am not imagining this, nor am I being paranoid. Also I
am not imagining the tons of giant sluts everywhere I have gone today
and yesterday, the average height of the female population is just
not high enough, that the statistical odds of running into a slew
gang of so many giants everywhere I have been 4 two straight days,
could yield a logically explainable reasoning for this absurd
occurrence. Well, back on point, if Gawki the Teck Bay Lottery-Cat is
correct and not just teasing me, I have always wondered, but now know
totally, that indeed, I lived once in a real life, and died and went
2 eternal fucking hell.
Now I will add a little more to the mysteries part of this school that visits the mortal world from time 2 time and once landed in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, but B4 starting this, another PBE was when I was kiddingly referring 2 the Doubters Club of Missouri New Jersey, sahwee, meant obviously 2 say, MOUSAESMWG. On the Law and Order show, one of last night’s episodes claims that millions of new words R added 2 the interned every day, and I can CY. The word [kiddingly] must B an example. Spell checker gives me the red wavy lines, and I just add it 2 its dictionary, what the puke is wrong with saying kiddingly? Anyway, I was in an argument with my machine at this place at the Ellisberg Circle Shopping Center of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG and was trying to do something Frank Sinatra’s or MY WAY. Well Blue eyes, I have a morning Light bone 2 pick with U and your crud bag fan club president who harassed me illegally and stole 30 or more thousand dollars from me, well after all, a friend of a man who publicly urinates in a casino when he feels like it, guess no shock value should B there, but back again on point, and enough about Michael dirt ball Stosny the bottom feeder lowlife and his pals that R well known by the Somerdale Police Department in NJUSAESMWG, so here I am in late October or early in November, 37 years ago back in Autumn-1970, playing with a machine that has a mind of its own that talks 2U and all. This all happened, and yet nobody believed me, not my mother, friends, or the school authorities in the school that I was going from on my bicycle, 2 go 2 on several afternoons each week. The owner of the school was there and rarely spoke a single word 2 a soul, just sat in a big office with a big black tomcat on his lap. Yeah, right out of the freaking Twilight Zone. Then I told a mysterious gang at Newton creek in West Collingswood, this girl gang all wanted 2 do me. I was not into early age sex despite living in the sixties generation and most boys would have jumped at the chance. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love women, just was a late bloomer, as basically, Sarah had my mind messed up big time, and if my theory of DS/SC being one and the same KENT/SOUP kind of a deal, then wow did Donna have a nerve, hay baby, who the Mylanta screwed me all up 2 start with? Things do not just happen by themselves, there is no perpetual motion, unless U put it into play, and even then, the 4th dimension eventually neutralizes any power. The planets will stop spinning eventually, the stars will burn up and go out, and this is just reality son!!!!!!!! As my lyrics soon 2B all added 2 my website go, www.morianity-foundation.com, “I never said U have to really like it and I never said when losing all your chips U have 2 love it, but if U think U can run 2 the CCC, U know they’re gonna drown U in the sea, sea, sea”. U have no idea how the next months will B used 2 build on my website, sound bites, pix, music additions both new and old, and much more.
Death angels R constant, and so is persecution of all types, but less severe than last week so far. I took a nasty chopper over my residence after posting my previous web log up to the Blogger site and the Mysteries site, the DATFILE TEN. Datfile –IV is also RTPRF#14. All the way back 2 the Morianity Bible Blog Chapter 1, it is merely a negative datfile number, no matter which site a blog posts, or where it is ahead or behind the current day and time, this is the datfile #, such as the Blog #30 will B DATFILE #00000XIII. By having this, I can keep track in one file, not worrying about any linear order of blogs on any particular blogging sites, other than the fact that all datfiles on any site, will B always in some ascending Roman numeral order. FLYERS WIN WIN WIN WIN, DOW JONES UP UP UP UP. How long have I said this, well 2 your point of reference, over 2 years as a Blogger. I have said this on soapbox after soapbox for 20 years now, a murderer’s prison sentence of time, and will go on saying it forever and ever. Well, told U all after Friday’s 300 plus point drop, that it would go right back up, and the giant pussy attack is being used to do this, engineered obviously by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. They R in charge of everything, however, they do not want 2 believe the truth that even they R inside or said perhaps a bit better, just and integral part of the upline thought of a girl by the name of Sarah Krassle. Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious called me a liar when I told him that his great eldest daughter SCYLLA as on the astral plane an eldest daughter IS a Scylla, but on the MW this name caught on 4 this mighty beauty queen, is indeed an upline girl. The Gods will not believe me so Y should those on the Mortal World, MW???????? END TRANSMISSION.
Google-Swis-World-Lab official web documentation. This transmitted message is being done by Mark Mohr under pen name of Michael Mountainpen. All blogging is copy written under these names, if these name R on these blogs. DATFILE 00000XI [eleven]. END TRANSMISSION.
Now I will add a little more to the mysteries part of this school that visits the mortal world from time 2 time and once landed in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, but B4 starting this, another PBE was when I was kiddingly referring 2 the Doubters Club of Missouri New Jersey, sahwee, meant obviously 2 say, MOUSAESMWG. On the Law and Order show, one of last night’s episodes claims that millions of new words R added 2 the interned every day, and I can CY. The word [kiddingly] must B an example. Spell checker gives me the red wavy lines, and I just add it 2 its dictionary, what the puke is wrong with saying kiddingly? Anyway, I was in an argument with my machine at this place at the Ellisberg Circle Shopping Center of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG and was trying to do something Frank Sinatra’s or MY WAY. Well Blue eyes, I have a morning Light bone 2 pick with U and your crud bag fan club president who harassed me illegally and stole 30 or more thousand dollars from me, well after all, a friend of a man who publicly urinates in a casino when he feels like it, guess no shock value should B there, but back again on point, and enough about Michael dirt ball Stosny the bottom feeder lowlife and his pals that R well known by the Somerdale Police Department in NJUSAESMWG, so here I am in late October or early in November, 37 years ago back in Autumn-1970, playing with a machine that has a mind of its own that talks 2U and all. This all happened, and yet nobody believed me, not my mother, friends, or the school authorities in the school that I was going from on my bicycle, 2 go 2 on several afternoons each week. The owner of the school was there and rarely spoke a single word 2 a soul, just sat in a big office with a big black tomcat on his lap. Yeah, right out of the freaking Twilight Zone. Then I told a mysterious gang at Newton creek in West Collingswood, this girl gang all wanted 2 do me. I was not into early age sex despite living in the sixties generation and most boys would have jumped at the chance. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love women, just was a late bloomer, as basically, Sarah had my mind messed up big time, and if my theory of DS/SC being one and the same KENT/SOUP kind of a deal, then wow did Donna have a nerve, hay baby, who the Mylanta screwed me all up 2 start with? Things do not just happen by themselves, there is no perpetual motion, unless U put it into play, and even then, the 4th dimension eventually neutralizes any power. The planets will stop spinning eventually, the stars will burn up and go out, and this is just reality son!!!!!!!! As my lyrics soon 2B all added 2 my website go, www.morianity-foundation.com, “I never said U have to really like it and I never said when losing all your chips U have 2 love it, but if U think U can run 2 the CCC, U know they’re gonna drown U in the sea, sea, sea”. U have no idea how the next months will B used 2 build on my website, sound bites, pix, music additions both new and old, and much more.
Death angels R constant, and so is persecution of all types, but less severe than last week so far. I took a nasty chopper over my residence after posting my previous web log up to the Blogger site and the Mysteries site, the DATFILE TEN. Datfile –IV is also RTPRF#14. All the way back 2 the Morianity Bible Blog Chapter 1, it is merely a negative datfile number, no matter which site a blog posts, or where it is ahead or behind the current day and time, this is the datfile #, such as the Blog #30 will B DATFILE #00000XIII. By having this, I can keep track in one file, not worrying about any linear order of blogs on any particular blogging sites, other than the fact that all datfiles on any site, will B always in some ascending Roman numeral order. FLYERS WIN WIN WIN WIN, DOW JONES UP UP UP UP. How long have I said this, well 2 your point of reference, over 2 years as a Blogger. I have said this on soapbox after soapbox for 20 years now, a murderer’s prison sentence of time, and will go on saying it forever and ever. Well, told U all after Friday’s 300 plus point drop, that it would go right back up, and the giant pussy attack is being used to do this, engineered obviously by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. They R in charge of everything, however, they do not want 2 believe the truth that even they R inside or said perhaps a bit better, just and integral part of the upline thought of a girl by the name of Sarah Krassle. Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious called me a liar when I told him that his great eldest daughter SCYLLA as on the astral plane an eldest daughter IS a Scylla, but on the MW this name caught on 4 this mighty beauty queen, is indeed an upline girl. The Gods will not believe me so Y should those on the Mortal World, MW???????? END TRANSMISSION.
Google-Swis-World-Lab official web documentation. This transmitted message is being done by Mark Mohr under pen name of Michael Mountainpen. All blogging is copy written under these names, if these name R on these blogs. DATFILE 00000XI [eleven]. END TRANSMISSION.
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Folks,
shit had to start somewhere. I ain't fucking perfect.
But as time ticked by, I began to clean up the lousy degraded
philosophy-quality, in the same manner that a sound engineer tries to
clean up dirty old days recordings, from time to time. Oh Shirley
Biteneck Delaney, if you are Kent and Soup, well, twins seem to run
in this wild family of so many flying yet totally magical bullets,
like really???????
SLAM
BANG BOOM, what a bunch of fucking jerk off nabes
I must contend with month after month, and year after year, but then
folks, look at the mother fucking dates on these blog entries, and
tell me if my life ever changes, and then tell me, I AM N OT LIVING
IN FUCKING ETERNAL COCK SUCKING ASS HELL, JUST GO AHEAD AND TELL ME
THAT, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One hell of a wild imagination I have,
sure good and rotten people, real wild, so then why don't they want
me writing stuff for them? If you don't see the truth about all this,
you're the looney-Tunes, not fucking me, YO!
About Me
- theansweristheqyuestion
- 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
Thursday, October 18, 2007------reprinted 23 June, 2013.
Where RU SCYLLA my TEEN QUEEN??? Yeah really, 68 months have gone by, and all you did was hurt me, BEG!
Ratting
and tattle tailing, and playing both defensive and OFFENSIVE, ‘REAL’
FOOTBALL- better known as the title RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL
FOOTBALL, DATFILE #00000IX
This is BLOG #26 on Thursday, 101807.600
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION FROM THE END TRANSMISSION ON DATE AND TIME FILE 00000VIII, the prior blog posted on two sites:
I just returned from a totally miserable time at the Atlantic county Prosecutor’s Office, involving Paula King’s second cousin once removed. Ann Silva, Dawn’s mom, and I, sat twice now, through long multiple proceedings, and have gotten no resolution to the problem of sentencing. I knew when the Phillies blew out 1-2-3, the Flyers now in the first fucking place position, never lose, the Dow markets and Jazz jack off NASDAQ, or the National Association of Securities Dealers Automated Quotations, making ball crime dead chord cries [all time record highs] day after day after gay, and when the Eagles and Sixers went straight down the toilet as well, a child moron with a triple lobotomy can clearly C the Johnny Nash equation, that this would not work out in my favor with this lunatic female yard bird. Now after not believing me at first, Eddie is turning around, and Ann Silva believes in my suffering 2 million percent, so I finally have a real true believer and pal on my side of the fight, along with my long time angel of Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, KAREN S. The insurance papers should B coming KS in about one or two weeks, I’ll B in touch for getting your signature, thank U4 saying yes 2 all this in your return message voicemail.
This is BLOG #26 on Thursday, 101807.600
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION FROM THE END TRANSMISSION ON DATE AND TIME FILE 00000VIII, the prior blog posted on two sites:
I just returned from a totally miserable time at the Atlantic county Prosecutor’s Office, involving Paula King’s second cousin once removed. Ann Silva, Dawn’s mom, and I, sat twice now, through long multiple proceedings, and have gotten no resolution to the problem of sentencing. I knew when the Phillies blew out 1-2-3, the Flyers now in the first fucking place position, never lose, the Dow markets and Jazz jack off NASDAQ, or the National Association of Securities Dealers Automated Quotations, making ball crime dead chord cries [all time record highs] day after day after gay, and when the Eagles and Sixers went straight down the toilet as well, a child moron with a triple lobotomy can clearly C the Johnny Nash equation, that this would not work out in my favor with this lunatic female yard bird. Now after not believing me at first, Eddie is turning around, and Ann Silva believes in my suffering 2 million percent, so I finally have a real true believer and pal on my side of the fight, along with my long time angel of Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, KAREN S. The insurance papers should B coming KS in about one or two weeks, I’ll B in touch for getting your signature, thank U4 saying yes 2 all this in your return message voicemail.
Hyperspace
and dreams and exploratrons:
This is the true and honest TRINIDAD,
and if you are south of most borders, we would alter this word to
TRINITY.
The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty.
So before the Callio/Carey branch of this lovely group go back to
their silliness AOA (all over again), here are some tid bit scraps
about how this works, when brought down to a more human world
thinking level. Remember that the math proves all the words I speak,
and anyone reading this may reproduce it in any way they so choose to
do, and take it to any large university, to the top dog physics and
or mathematical and statistical analysis departments, and they will
tell you that what I say here is all the dam ass truth. Yes, I only
thought that the late 2009 AT&T television commercial was the
deep end of MC's inconceivable 'darker' sense of humor; and I totally
admit to being fully wrong and ignorant. Folks, the reason we see
twins of people, you know, lookalikes, the reason many unexplainable
events happen, from the pyramids being built, all the way to any
unsolved and seemingly unexplained mysterious event in human history,
is explainable only with the truth of the five full dimensions of
Astral-Dream-Down material tangible realities. I don't dare say right
now what I would like to say, but I will, it is just a matter of
really screwing up my courage, as it will most likely, lead me to the
realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison. I have
said way too much Mister Rockford McGuire, but hear this, oh lovely
family. I AM FOREVER, so no matter what you do to me, I AM HERE. I
have uncovered maybe 10-20 percent of the secrets, and when it
reaches 40-80, this is when things will become quite interesting.
This world is clueless to the power of my words on this blog, no
matter what they think they may know about all of this Morianity,
they know jack. I know jack, for that matter. Still, if Jack = X,
then I am at maybe 3.67029572X, on a scale from 1-1000. But give me
some time, and Pope, YES, I'll blow this whole thing right down, that
is unless all this nightmare stops, lovely B.E.G. Laugh at me all you
want to, you're in great company, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
day long, despite a thunderstorm
on and off, all around me, HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH 'CHEMTRAILS'
ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE, ESPECIALLY LOADED UP TO THE EAST OF ME, AND
THEY SENT ME A MIND HACK AS THEY
READ MY FUCKING THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW, MAKING ME WANT TO
INITIALLY SAY TO THE FUCKING CUNT WEST OF ME, NO
IT IS TO MY EAST, BUT ALL OVER TOWN AS WELL; IN-BETWEEN THE THUNDER
CLOUDS. On top of this, a major HOSTILITY-HOLOGRAM IS ALSO ALL AROUND
ME TODAY, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ONE VERY NICE NABE OF MINE, AND IT
MAY BE CONNECTED TO MY DEATH PUNISHMENT, AS WE EXCHANGED SOME
INTERESTING INFORMATION EARLIER ON, and that's all anybody needs to
know other than for this, to tie it all totally together in a nice
juicy and stinky disgusting garbage bag, that it all belongs in
aniwho! Without getting into specifics and placing another life in
extreme mother fucking danger, let me say that around the turn of the
century, despite meeting my very first family member for the first
time, half a dozen years back in Deptford, New Jersey; and
interestingly enough; the same general fucking area where the AME
Church was located and maybe still is, where one member of
the congregation was a very close friend to the father of the queen
of disco herself, Donna Summer, and of course, I am speaking of the
great cool dude and Building Maintenance Company owner like my pal
Bernard Derakowski back in 1981 and 1982, but I am a total believer
in having major respect for what was in the fictional television
script on the voted by viewers number one choice in original STAR
TREK shows, titled, “City on the Edge of Forever”, as indeed,
there are eddies and currents, and backwash systems that run not only
through time's D-4, but most towel definitely, wet and dry, through,
no puns but speaking of and give me a break Marge Barge Leo, YO; but
also that run through hyperspace's D-5. Now according to Gawky
Gaukauk, time should be D-4 and is, but hyper-space, Mizz McCoo, is
D-5, but interestingly enough, the majority of users of the word
HYPERSPAVE, do in fact break it up into two words, and hyphenate it,
you know HYPER SPACE, each word indeed containing 5 letters, as TIME
contains 4, more fascinating shit from the annals of the great and
powerful OZCAT, speaking of what got said before all fucking cunt
eating hell broke out with this siege, although even this is a tad
bit off of the total mark of truth, and let me explain just why, my
good believers out there, YO! The day is starting out real nasty for
me. I had horrible nightmares all night long, except for being with
ISIS for a short while as she met me in a parallel universe, coming
to me as an incredibly beautiful young tall dark haired girl, but so
many bad things were all around me, and again, people were trying to
get me put into jail. This has been going on since 1977 when these
nightmares all began about going to jail. I've never ever been in
jail, and this totally fucking sucks.
Now this little paste in is no hack or accident folks. Things did not
start in this waking world with the hell around me once I left my
apartment. It began with a second mother fucking night of major ALL
FUCKING NIGHT-MARES!
For
a very long time now, before I ever posted one thing on a Youtube
account on the thirtieth of December in 2010, I was told to, in
powerful dreams, by the great ISIS-ERMC. It began after being at work
at Cifaloglio Garage one day, in Folsom, New Jersey, 3000 miles from
the other more famous Folsom and the mighty Johnny Cash, another
substance abuser, goddess help the entire Entertainment World (EW)!
On this particular night, something happened that caused me to listen
to a particular side of a cassette tape, that forever altered this
planet's history, and this is no exaggeration, hay give me a break,
is what I tell about the Dow Jones a lot of yuk yuk yuk McNulty
stuff, folks? Really,
is
there another MORIANITY, or
something even close to it; anywhere else, up on this great
and powerful OZERNET????
DOES
THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????
///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
Only
the Vatican really understands MORIANITY, and even they are smart
enough to keep their mouths shut. Lightning told me last night in
Akoslem City, that I better tell the truth and not leave my Morians
hanging in there with the Hammonton's and the Huntington's, so I must
now obey her commands. After-all, she's my beyond hot and
unfathomably awesome baby-blond love of my life, and the third part
of a wild triple GODDESS, and no more needs to be said now or ever,
or the entire thing will go right into the NUKESON can! Not yet,
Mister McNulty, not unless you think a set of stairs in Suffolk
County, New York was real funny in the very early seventies as well,
old pal from Exton, Pennsylvania! So here I am in my car with a tape
playing, while doing guard duty one night, during my STOCKHOLM
KIDNAPPING days of latter ohm-8 through most of all of ohm-9. By
December of 2009, I thought I had learned the full depravity of my
oldest daughter's sense of humor, I hadn't. Now laugh if you really
are dirt bag enough to want to,
MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is like discussing Atlantic
City,
or Sarah
Jacobson,
or for that matter; the
great United States Government, the Vatican, and the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
We can talk, we can cry, we can do a Disney cower speed away with
Gramps Spears screaming his lungs out in the back seat for an ever
greater metal pedal, but all of that, and so much more, I never until
just today, really knew just how down right mean and frightening, my
kid can be, once something you do pisses her off. There is no
grabbing the minute hand, and trying to fling it back; as it is
simply a hopeless cause. The difference between doing things via the
ES, and just lots of other great parlor tricks; is that all averaged
out and then remeasured again, the agonies inflicted upon those
victimized by either of these monstrous atrocities that dwarf any
concept ever conceived by Hitler, the ES causes way more lifelong
everlasting deeper unhealed injuries, after all is said and done,
after all the pieces of dog shit are swept up off the smelly floor,
and after the fat lady finally sits down, stops writing, stops
singing, and keels over like Shelly Winters' heart attack, after her
heroic swim-dive, in that great movie, “The Poseidon Adventure”;
the ship named after the true King of the sea, Mister
Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, AKA Neptune-Jupiter-Poseidon. Him and
his lovely wife, on the Astral-Plane, chase me away from their great
daughter, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and then I am the bad guy for
being the victim of this hellish hyper video-game of the
Lawnmower-Man-2 system, for roughly, 1.49720507 times ten to the
twenty-fifth trillionth power year equivalent in
Astral-Interaction-Event or (AIE), something never measurable to the
last drop, any more than we can ever determine an exact relationship
of a closed curve (circle), between its through-ness (diameter) and
it's all the way around-ness (circumference). We can say 3.14, or
take it out a bit more to say, 3.14159265, but it still never ever
stops, yet there is perfect connection, and we can see it with any
circle a child of two draws on a piece of paper. So before you tell
me there are no mysteries unsolvable, let me first take a good
healthy crap into your brain, so that maybe you will think better
after that. Who can ever know, with or without those cool ass breath
echos, Copyright Examiners, AHA-AHA-AHA? Go back to 1971, Mike
McNulty. You're not welcome here today, on Morianity. Thank you.
Yes,
Lightning told me that I must be honest,
and tell the truth. I admit I slightly made things appear just razor
edge off of perfect truth when I said on a previous blog that Diana
is scared to come around me, just as with many others, and I gave the
one real good example around the time that Iraq invaded Kuwait, with
the Resident Manager Nate, at the Echelon Towers Building of
Voorhees, Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I'll bet dimes to cunt
sniffing donuts right about now, my old ex-bizz partner PP, is
heading straight for his local K-Mart, with his own dirty pants. He
must remember the shit I told him through the phone back before he
had me rolling on the floor with his voice-mail message that he left
me, a year and a half back somewhere in time. He knows I do what
needs to be done. He know if you bastards won't stop hurting me, that
I'll do exactly what is needed, to deal with the situation and take
care of bizz, a lot better than he ever took care of making all those
millions in the music business, WEEEEENA. Yes there have been a lot
of very special and very precious girls in my life, and all anyone
has to do is examine the United
States Copyright Office
records, under the name of MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
to see that this is all true. I do not get stuff from all of them.
They get it from me; unless you want to seriously believe that I am a
real live true honest to the gods, T—I—M—E
***** T—R—A—V—E—L—E—R!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Jacobson
was indeed, a very special girl. Too
bad Mister Mackey
would not let me run
my cassette recorder that day,
as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the
great Bob
Madison Club
of the Teacher's Lounge,
and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in
hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country,
and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I
love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much
as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak
out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83? Now I know that was
not a nice thing to say, and I do sincerely apologize, but it gets
the point across, when I do a General Patton, you know; tell it down
and dirty. There is not always time for the amenities of niceness,
unfortunately, we live in as very mean, nasty, ugly, evil fucking ass
world, and you all know this is true!
Now
moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good
believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my
blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened.
Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old
from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my
school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but
never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she
first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on
the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972,
telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then
early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would
all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had
of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that
she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went
down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the
services of K-Mart. I know I had major anti-hacking and ass wiping to
do, back at the school. I told how that autumn upon returning to
school in late October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my
Cousin Donald had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and
instead of the perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all
blamed on me, and I was then back at special education all over
again, upsetting my mother beyond any verbal description. She had
been planning this for a while and was hell bent on getting me out of
the area, and I think we all know why. It's been told and told and
needs no rehash job at this current time. Melanie Safka the folk
music diva was just out with her great song at the time, called,
“Brand New Key”. Locked up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey
and I ever knew, was this entire mess still ongoing right to this
very minute, and so maybe indeed, and as the great MS said all along,
maybe then, I too have this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it
and MS was unaware that ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in
1969, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn,
New Jersey, Apartment O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number
order numerology. In any event, this did not all happen random in
some meaningless happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things.
Anyone foolish enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY
truths that really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF
THE BEACH, burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of
1969 or maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my
memories now, for all I know it could have happened right around the
time that Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in
early January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was
still a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a
part of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any
boxes of rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together
possible scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's
teacher, Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about
1969-1971, and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs
more about this as well as the progressing years after this leading
up to the song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of
1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder
about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with
the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail
that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the
following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a
year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that
school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that
day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great
Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee
Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”. Just tell me this folks,
and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the
entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even
close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET???? I
would seriously doubt this myself, but admit to not being god
almighty. Still, before we do move on with the great SARAH, which
caused my poor mother and I to be assaulted and criminally preyed
upon in numerous ways almost 24 years in the future, minus a month or
two, back on the second day of August in
1996, at the Pathmark Shopping Center of Turnersville, New
Jersey, County of Gloucester, Township of Washington, and BOOM,
don't get MOWED DOWN or jacked in by all these incredible backwash,
eddy, current SPACE-TIME-MIND symbolism's, YO folks, and please, is a
big ass W-O-W
needed right about here?
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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STONE
HARBOR GAY JETTIES, AND
DAUGHTER
STEALING POLITICIANS.
