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AFTER-MORIANITY
PROJECT, CONCEIVED ORIGINALLY IN 1995
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 138
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awoke at just past six this Saturday morning. I slept from about just
shy of one right through a few minutes past six, nice and soundly;
and especially for such a monstrous horrific day. I was in a
parallel universe surrounded by lots of beautiful women, or my double
over there was and I was just his recessant dream-traveler inside of
him, observing his life as you would watch a movie, making many
dreams appear as going to and watching movies. However, even my
'laundry list', regarding yesterday, and its totally horrendous list
of shit happening to me; forgot to include that
I came right out of a pretty nasty nightmare, about being
in a parallel universe HARVEST job, up at Orange Avenue and
Twenty-Fifth Street. Then, how could I forget that monster ass
fucking sore throat that I had to endure all morning, and into the
first hours of afternoon, on a lessened level? So add these two
things to the laundry list of yesterday's extremely event hell beyond
super nightmare hell, folks, please!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know what I know on many issues, and some of you know what is being
said, as it pertains to the very start of this blog. WEEEEEEEEE!
Maybe a lot of it or some of it is in my mind, Clean-hands Cuzz
David, Eric Daddio, and many others, BUTTTTTTT, NOT ALL OF IT. It
just keeps right on fitting more and more and more and more and more,
as time goes on, do or die, a life of glory, and any song lyrics you
may wish to place to any dam ass music, good kind peeps out here.
I
FUCKED UP. THERE SEEMS TO BE TWO BLOG CHAPTERS
FOR HALLS WALLS THAT ARE NUMBERED 136. OBVIOUSLY THE SECOND
136 CHAPTER SHOULD BE READING CHAPTER
137, AND THIS BLOG IS CHAPTER
138, JUST FOR THE DAM RECORD. SAHWEE!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
LATE JUNE, IT WILL BE 19,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 21,000, AND BY END OF
2015, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I TOTALLY
MOTHER FUCKING GUARANTEE THIS!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON AGAIN THIS WEEK, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL 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!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
In
my cunt eating dreams last night; this gorgeous beyond hot brunet,
about 22 years old; was showing me charts and graphs of the end of
this year's DOW JONES stock market. I
then reminded her that this does not have to happen in my universe
and explained how I was just a dream traveler, and now was
controlling my double over here where you live, and she starred at me
and said, ''But you are not one of the ESS''. Then I came to realize
we were in a car, not the one I drive here in this universe, and I
was trying to park it in a wooded area that had a natural
mother-nature type of driveway, for a lack of better way of saying
it. Also I remember seeing this week, and it is exactly the way this
week's charts reflect it to be over here in this universe. Well as
the Wizard might say or big Officer Byrd on Judge Judy's court, “COME
FORWARD”,
well; actually I think Officer Byrd says to step forward; all the
same diff, lads and lassies! Yeah the ebb and flow of my counts
really do correspond to things, but you all go on laughing at me like
big DADDIO-ERIC up there in the dam ass hoods of good-ol' freaking
Fort Pierce, Florida, USA!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
THAT
ROTTEN WHORE FUCKING JANE JUST NAILED ME WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF CUNT
HUFFING FUCKIJNG ELEVEN BACK THERE, SO I NEEDED TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
COMPENSATE WITH MY DAM ASSHOLE FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!
It
mother fuckiGN wasn't WHAT
DID GO WRONG yesterday, and basically all
week, all month, and all year and ALL FUCKING CUNT DECADE, CENTURY,
MILLENNIUM, AND LIFETIME; but what
mother fucking DIDN'T
GO WRONG, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO! SHEEEEEEEIT YO; bail yourself out of jail, back
in the autumn of twenty-ten, 'sucka'!!!!!!!!
Anytime
you wanna' know more, Ken Mascara, great Sheriff of Saint Lucie
County, you know exactly where to find me. I never am on the run,and
try to be a raised-right Christian man who never lies, never breaks
the law, and yes, I am guilty of being a real major freedom fighter,
nation worrier, and spoken out activist when I feel the nation I grew
up in is in extreme and grave danger. Please don't believe anything
my daughter may have told you or your peeps. Thank you. Remember sir,
I never called them or bothered them, or did anything to any of them.
It is always the other way around, ever since my BM used my dam DNA
to bring her here the first Saturday in July of '69, the good old
looping digit year number 1, and is most likely why the looping digit
year number 2, as there are always two in each century; was so major
and so extreme, as it surely was, oh great Sheriff,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Check out the contract put on my
life by the drug dealers in Egg Harbor City, a full decade before the
King branch ever made contact with me through very clever series of
outlandishly complex cosmic chess moves, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you really ever try to honestly check
me all out Sheriff KM sir, you will learn that I am indeed for real,
just not ever, FOR REALE. This man to this day lives like a dam king
after he molested me as a boy in his home in the town to the south
of Atlantic City; kind Sheriff sir!!!! My ten year blogs called, THE
BOM, and Morianity and AFTER MORIANITY, all tell my nightmare tale of
dam ass woe, to the very best that I am able. I have no formal
education, and I have never been past eighth grade other than for
special education systems. My entire story is up here, Sheriff Ken
Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see sir, I
HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE,
and it is all of them, WHO
DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2015
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
EVERY
TIME THEY HURT ME, THEIR EVIL STOCK MARKET FLIES. IT IS WITHOUT FAIL,
AS LONG AS YOU REALIZE THAT IT IS A LONG RUN PLAY EVERY TIME, NOT
EVERY EVERY TIME. BUT IF IT WORKS FOR 30 FUCKING CUNT YEARS, 4 OUT OF
5, THEN YOU CANNOT LAUGH AT ME AND MY MORIANITY WISDOM, UNLESS YOU
WANT TO BE PROCLAIMED SOMEDAY, A FUCKING TOTAL ASSHOLE
FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
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With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 138
JUPITER
INLET CAM, JUPITER, FLORIDA, TWB.
WEATHER
MAP IS ALSO COURTESY OF 'TWB'.
Shared
on the BOM, and can be viewed on Channel-12 South Florida Television
of the Palm Beaches Area.
To
quote Terry Jackson 41 years ago, “Good-bye
Mashell it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky”.
Only I can't wait to leave this heavy old ugly
body and be the energetic spiritual equivalent, or really, realize it
and awake from hyperspace illusion. But even that is wrong, as
I am all over hyperspace, as are you; in the fourth and fifth
dimension. We never shed off that reality, and we always just exist
in the void with an ASTRAL dream down onto the plane of the great
Catholic Purgatory. But there was a day in my dreams here, that I was
at Harvest, at 25th and Orange, working there; and was
told a major thing by a man my age, who is mentally and
developmentally challenged somewhat. Tim Devendorf the great dreamer,
would put it so dam eloquently, at the beginning of this second
decade of this century; “WE ARE IN BIG
TROUBLE”. He was referring to his dream from the previous
night about us, and the Vice President of the great Almighty United
States of America. I suppose he was half right, as I am now a dead
man, just awaiting the ax to strike my skull by the legislative
executioners. But as to entering into the great capitol city without
a city pass or a city-name, out in Purgatory, unlike in human waking
world 'BASEBALL' and its famous
electrical-threes; you get three strikes
without BEING OUT;
or maybe said more terrifyingly accurate folks; before you are SENT,
WITHOUT ANY 200 DOLLARS I ASSURE YOU, STRAIGHT AND DIRECTLY TO
DOGTOWN, across the great TECK BAY, on the other side of the
capitol city of the capitol province, of the Astral-Plane, the Bardo,
the spirit world or land of the dead. Many many expressions exist, to
all say about the same dam thing. There was a time when I dared as
Rictofarious, to go to Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a fourth time. I had been
through what are called on the Astral-Plane, roundups of the
'unbelongers' for a total of three times. If caught again on another
Round-Up of Unbelongers, it would be as human waking mortal worlders
would say, 'STRIKE-4'. This is an automatic sentence into DOGTOWN, or
what human waking hyperspace mortals call and think of as “HELL”.
I was placed in, by memories I can relate to as a human being who
lives in my time period and world, and dimension in parallel universe
hyperspace, so that memories from unrecognizable Astral Interaction
can be translated into something that is somewhat relatable; a
police squad car, into a caged back seat, and the door was closed,
and Sergeant Frank Callio was the Officer charged to take me across
and out of the city and into DOGTOWN. This is real and happened, and
you can tell me it was a wild crazy vivid dream all you want to. It
changes no part of reality. Just as I was in anguish and torment to a
level of a billion panic attacked diagnosed anxiety sufferers all put
together, the door opened up to the squad car, and I peered out and
it was King Akoslem. You would say, the LORD JESUS CHRIST. He told me
I am free and to go in peace. After I left the car and the city and
began walking along the linelane on this Astral Plane across from the
CITY OF DAVID, or HEAVEN, known
on Astral-Plane circles as Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, for “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”; as
her great city-name 'Jehovah' is left out for being to powerful and
awesome; but I was walking along this great LINELANE, on mortal world
mental translations, this would be like a great gigantic highway;
suddenly, I was told by a powerful pure light entity, one
of the smokeless-fire-beings, as they were come to be called
by this concept in ancient human civilizations; I am sleepy and need
to follow them through some sparse looking lovely woods that went on
both sides of the linelane. I followed them and they told me to lay
down and there was a small stream there with a flow to it and rocks,
making a beautiful hypnotic type of a sound. Within what seemed like
five seconds or ten at the very most, I awakened into my Earthly bed
and body, and began to dream again that it was 1998. You would say
perhaps, I woke up in my bed, and this happened in 1998, same diff.
I
am experiencing a little bit of mouse jumping again; Bob McDowell,
old 1972 buddy, old pal; FCC Director. WOW I saw you on TV a short
while back. You haven't hardly changed at all, YO, 'Johnny Fucker
Faster'. Let's get together some time; old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great adventures of Mountainpen, and Tanstalker the cat, will
continue soon; on blogs that follow. SO STAY-C tuned, y'all!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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